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gryffindors-weasley · 4 years

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To Love You

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ron has always been too shy to tell you how he feels, until he’s finally not.

Warnings: mentions of injury, mutual pining, fluff

There are five times Ron Weasley almost says ‘I love you’, and the one time he finally does.

The first time was at the Yule Ball. He had been thinking about it for a ridiculously long time, pestering Harry and Hermione on how to ask you, nearly pacing a hole in the already worn rug of the common room before plucking up the courage to finally do it. Of course Hermione's threats to ask you for him nudged him in the right direction, but that’s not the point. The point is, his heart nearly beat out of his chest upon seeing you in your dress, more so when you rushed down the stairs to greet him with a hug.

“Y-you look…beautiful,” he complimented with a nervous laugh, mentally kicking himself for stumbling over his words so awkwardly, hoping his feelings for you weren’t so completely obvious. Not to mention his cheeks and the tips of his ears burned with the flush of embarrassment.

“Thank you, Ron,” you smile, linking your arm with his.

An hour later, a slower song had come on and he’d managed to loosen up a bit from earlier. But the way you’d been standing so close, close enough for him to smell your shampoo, or the way your hand was in his as the two of you had swayed together had him wishing this date wasn’t platonic. The couples that had been dancing were beginning to dwindle as the night went on, but you remained in his arms. A soft smile was on your lips and every time you looked at him his heart rate would spike. He was thanking his lucky stars you couldn’t see his ears cause surely they were as red as the long locks that covered them.

The way you laughed as he twirled you, that bloody twirl McGonagall had made him do over and over, he swore he almost said those three words. But he bit it back as you rested your head on his chest, shoving it to the back of his mind because he couldn’t possibly be in love yet, right? That had to be preposterous.

The second time was the summer before 6th year. Neither of you could sleep and Ron found himself poking his head in Ginny’s room, whispering your name softly. When you lifted your head he motioned for you to follow him with a wave of his hand.

“Are you sure you even know how to drive this thing?” He laughed as he made an effort to close the door to his fathers car quietly. The car he was to never set foot in again without the presence of one of his parents.

“I can’t imagine I’d be any worse than you,” you snicker, a scoff leaving his lips but he couldn’t fight his smile.

But you were right, you were always right. Granted, he will admit it was a not so smooth take off but you ended up being a natural. You always made anything and everything look easy, as if you’d done it a million times before.

The two of you comically howled at the moon, his head stuck out the window as he did so, your laugh filling the air and melting his heart. Then he found himself staring, for heavens sake he couldn’t stop staring. The way the breeze weaves its way through your hair, the way the moonlight makes your face glow, or the way you stuck your hand out the window to feel the summer air. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful.

“What?” You laugh, pulling him out of his thoughts.

His cheeks reddened as he briefly averted his gaze with a soft laugh. You were back on the ground now, the sound of the engine no longer helping as silence filled the car. Then he looked at you again, your eyes sparkling in a way that only yours do. The words were on the very tip of his tongue, ready to spill his declaration of love to you. His heart was racing, the pounding beat seemingly in his ears as he opened his mouth to speak.

Then both your attention was pulled away as an angry Mrs. Weasley yelled her sons name.

The third time he almost told you was at Hogsmeade. He was watching you from a distance with Harry and Hermione, grumbling angrily as he glared at the sight. Your arm had been linked with Draco’s as you walked, having just come out of Honeydukes with a box of chocolates.

“Why would she come here with Malfoy?” He muttered through gritted teeth, fists clenched in his pockets. He didn’t understand how you were friends with him, and he didn’t understand why it made him quite this angry. But he was grateful he could blame color in his cheeks on the winter weather, though Hermione knew it was her poor friends temper.

“Maybe it’s because you didn’t ask her,” she suggested.

“We always go, Mione,” he grumbled.

Unbeknownst to him, it was not a date you were on. It wasn’t the first time Draco had taken you here or bought you something, you were his good friend. And quite honestly he was going above and beyond just to get under the redheads skin, he’s Draco after all. And he somehow knew about Ron’s feelings for you.

“Why don’t you just tell her you love her?” Harry asked, as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

“Shut up, Harry,” he groaned angrily, “I don’t love her.”

Except he did. He absolutely did and the way you smiled at the blonde made his stomach churn and twist in knots. He was two seconds away from storming up to you and declaring his feelings, but he thought better of it. Instead, he went off in the other direction, no longer wanting to be there.

The fourth time was after a quidditch match that landed him in the infirmary. After a bit of competition with Cormac, that may or may not have been to impress you, he took a fall that luckily wasn’t too high from the ground. It was quiet while Madame Pomfrey healed his broken leg good as new with a carefully crafted potion, but it all changed when you had showed up.

“Ronald Weasley, are you okay?” You panicked immediately, eyes bouncing over the scrape on his cheek and several others that littered his pale skin.

“I’m fine, Y/n/n,” he chuckled, earning a glare from you.

“It’s not funny, Ron. Any higher and you could be dead!” You looked like you were on the verge of tears as you stared down at him, his hand gently enveloped by yours and you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath to cool off before opening them again, his eyes on you.

“I guess my beginners luck had worn off,” he said with an airy laugh, prompting an eye roll from you that inevitably turned to a smile.

You brushed strands of red hair from his eyes before cupping his cheek with your free hand. The tips of his ears burned and his cheeks tinged pink at the action, the way your thumb was brushing back and forth along his cheek making him want to gush about how completely and utterly in love he was with you.

He scooted over and offered a smile, hoping you’d understand what he was getting at. You laid down next to him, cautious of his leg nevertheless but laying your head on his chest. You tried not to think about how hard his heart had been beating, had it been because of you?

“Y/n?”

“Hm.”

“I…” you hadn’t seen the conflicted look on his face, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

The fifth time is at Bill and Fleur's wedding. You were a bit late with Ginny, Ron holding a half conversation with Harry because he just couldn’t focus. His eyes were on the tent entrance more than they were his best friend but at this point he didn’t care about being obvious. You were the missing piece, it didn’t feel as bright when you weren’t there. He couldn’t stop thinking about you really, you’d invaded his mind long ago and he couldn’t get you out of it, not that he wanted to. He wanted to hold you, he wanted to kiss you, he wanted to wake up with you every day for the rest of his life.

Somewhere between Harry’s muffled words and his own thoughts, you had walked in, the last little bit of attention he gave Harry vanishing and going to you. A soft smile pulled at the right corner of his mouth, widening to a toothy grin when your eyes landed on him. Harry had gone to join Ginny, and once Ron had stopped gawking at you he found some words to say.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled at his words, remembering the night he said them at the ball a few years prior. But he meant every word. Your hair was curled, framing your face perfectly. The color of your dress fit your skin tone so beautifully. And the way you looked at him, it was enough to knock the breath out of him, make his knees weak.

He’d waited an agonizing half hour as he watched you dance and converse with Luna because he’d been too shy to ask you to dance. His brothers certainly gave him grief for it when they found him gazing at you from across the room, to which he grumbled and glared at them, only tearing his eyes from you momentarily. Luna knew as well, not that Ron was discreet but she always was able to sense these kinds of things. So she pushed you off in the redheads direction.

Now you two were dancing, and he too was thinking of the Yule Ball as your hand was in his, head on his shoulder as you swayed about the dance floor slowly. The smell of your perfume flooded his senses, the sweet smell so distinctly you. “Y/n?”

He could’ve kicked himself for that, scrambling to think of an excuse or something else to say. But when you lifted your head to look at him, it didn’t matter. He could see every freckle that peppered across your nose and cheeks at the close proximity, your smile making his heart skip a beat. He only opened his mouth, closing it once more before resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

You knew what he was going to say, at least you hoped you did, feeling the stare of all your friends burning into the both of you. He was smiling when you turned your head, hand pressed to his chest as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You rested your head back on his shoulder, his hand quickly finding yours again as he let his eyes fall closed.

The first time Ron Weasley says ‘I love you’, finally says it, it’s not exactly how he’d planned it to be. The two of you, amongst several other Hogwarts students had been helping to rebuild for the new year. The damage Bellatrix, as well as the entire battle, had caused left some parts nearly unrecognizable, but it had come a very long way since the beginning of summer. It wasn’t quite the Hogwarts you’ve all grown up with, but there was a newer, more improved school for young witches and wizards to call their home in years to come.

After the rebuilding had been finalized, the two of you, along with Harry, Hermione and Ginny had separated from the group to head down to the lake. It finally felt like you could breathe for the first time in months. Like the weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders was beginning to lighten some.

Harry and Ginny dipped their feet in the water, the couple enjoying their first bit of free time while they had it. Hermione had tucked herself against a tree with a book, another at her side in case she finished that one. Of course you had no doubt that she would.

You and Ron had a bit of distance between yourselves and the group, sitting amongst the slightly overgrown grass. He watched you fondly as you skipped rocks on the lake, his chin in his hand as his elbow rested against his knee. He squinted against the afternoon sun and the breeze blew his ginger hair in his eyes some, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from you even if he tried. It was something about the way the sun made you look golden, reflecting off your hair that had a couple wildflowers tucked within it. Or the way you smiled each time a rock successfully bounced off the water. There was something about you that was so entrancing, he could never quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was everything. It was definitely everything, he concluded.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Ronald? It just might last longer,” you laugh lightheartedly.

His face immediately flushes a light shade of pink as he averts his gazes momentarily. Those words were on the very tip of his tongue again. The words he could never manage to get farther than that very spot.

“I have a secret,” he manages, wringing his hands as he tries to control his pounding heart.

“Oh yeah?” You tuck your hair behind your ear as you wait for him with a smile.

“Yeah,” he laughs softly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at you. He watches as you lean back on your hands, looking up at the sky. He knows he can’t let the silence brew any longer or else he’d make a fool of himself. “I love you.”

The words were soft and a bit hesitant, his quiet admission causing you to turn your head with a furrow of your brows. “What?”

He swallowed thickly, sitting up a little straighter. “I love you.”

It’s more confident this time, a little louder. His cheeks surely burned brighter than moments ago. You smile softly and he feels himself relax at the simple gesture, and before he knows it your lips are on his. A feeling he’s so desperately longed for for an obscenely long time. He found himself missing it the moment you pulled away, though you hadn’t strayed too far as you rested your forehead on his.

“I love you, Ron Weasley,” you whisper, kissing him once more.

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gentlemancrow · 3 years

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Ohh prompts! Maybe 21 and some shippy JonTim?

OK I know I agonized about this one but NO REALLY THANK YOU IT WAS GREAT <3! It was a GREAT exercise for writing in so many ways for me! Also I know the prompt "Maybe you should sit down" sort of implies getting bad news or something more than what popped into my brain, but this is what popped IMMEDIATELY into my brain so I went with it 83 Also again this is my first JonTim so be gentle with me uwu! Honestly it's my first time writing Tim in general for longer than one sentence so there's that too jfhlsajf XT Anyway enjoy!

Jon would have infinitely preferred to think of his bungled little excursion as a calculated risk that the whims of capricious probability had simply decided he had lost on that particular doomed occasion. What it truly was, however, was an infinitely predictable culmination of skipping his physio stretches for three mornings in a row, deciding a quick jaunt into the stacks to hunt for a statement to cross reference with the one he had been working on all morning did not, in fact, require the aid of his cane, and several cups of black tea on an empty stomach with their resultant caffeine jitters that had left him splayed and wobbling like a newborn fawn with one hand anchoring him in a vice grip to the handle of a file drawer. His bad leg ached in that special way it did that he knew all too well could be catastrophic if he moved it even slightly wrong, and set him back significantly on his physio progress. That oft repeated foible would also attract the ire and derision of literally every single person who knew him, never mind the physical therapists at the clinic, and he was very much not prepared to deal with that on top of everything else.

Lucky for him he wasn’t even supposed to be back at the institute in the first place, so no one would be looking for him, and he was reasonably assured that he would have plenty of time to figure out how to escape unscathed, or at least enough to hide a suspicious limp for a day or two. Unlucky for him, probability it seemed, also liked to double down.

“Alright there, boss man?”

Tim’s jovial voice echoed through the file cabinets like the worst song on the juke at the pub out of all of the hundreds of better selections just as Jon was preparing to gingerly move his spasmodic leg. He sighed and closed his eyes bitterly.

“Oh, yes, just fine, just dangling precariously from this file cabinet to try out a new stretch, it’s called the ‘mind your own business’,” he growled.

Tim chuckled, the echoes of it raising pinprick hackles of irritation on the back of Jon’s neck as he emerged from the shadows, hands on his hips and wry, crooked grin on his scarred face.

“Maybe you should sit down.”

“And pray tell where, Timothy?” Jon snapped in a low growl.

Tim made a low whistle.

“Yikes! Busting out the -othy today? You must be in a bad way.”

“You think so? Whatever gave you that brilliant idea?” Jon drawled, rolling his eyes, “Are you going to stand there gawking and making me feel even more like an invalid or are you going to deign to render me aid?”

“I think I can spare a moment, just for you,” came the predictably smug retort, “What exactly would you like me to do?”

“I just need to sit a moment and massage it out, so fetching a chair from somewhere ought to suffice.”

Tim pondered the request as he strolled to Jon’s side, chewing his lower lip pensively.

“Well, I could do that for you, but seeing as you’re not actually supposed to be here yet I am a little concerned that dragging a chair randomly down to the archives would attract… unwanted attention? You know Martin would have a conniption.”

Sighing heavily, Jon pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses.

“Good point.”

“How about my lap then?” Tim continued without missing a beat.

Jon choked on his own tongue as the tips of his ears burned like cinders.

“TIM! Is this really, truly, and honestly the appropriate moment to be… making a pass at me?”

Unfazed, Tim pressed a dramatic hand over his heart.

“Jon, I’m wounded! Ordinarily I’d be deeply offended you’d think my flirting skills so inelegant and crass, but I was actually being sincere this time.”

A dark brow slid skeptically, pointedly up Jon’s forehead.

“Beg pardon, but how could that possibly have ever, in any situation, been construed as sincere?”

“Well, we’ve determined a chair is too risky, the floor isn’t going to do you any favors, and I know you won’t let me carry you back to your office, so I won’t even bother to ask, so where does that leave us, hmmm? Plus, if you recall, I had much the same physio you did, I know the massages and the stretches, I can have you patched up and out of here in no time,” Tim elaborated, counting off on his fingers.

Jon hated it when anyone other than him was making the most sense in the conversation, and he gnashed his teeth and growled his begrudging acquiescence.

“…Fine.”

“Brilliant. Alright to touch?” Tim asked brightly, hands hovering a respectful few inches from Jon’s hand and shoulders.

Eyes narrowing to smoldering brown slits, the last embers of a dying fire, Jon made him wait a few moments for the wordless nod of approval.

“Okay, just taking your hand there, my other hand’s got your other arm, and easy does it…”

With surprising finesse and gentleness, Tim took Jon’s hand and eased him onto the ground with him and into his lap, taking great care to keep his seized-up leg straight and comfortable. Jon melded against his assistant, looping his arms loosely around Tim’s waist while he tipped his head against his shoulder and let his twisted-up bones and sinew go slack against the radiantly warm aegis of him. His shirt was screamingly loud and his hair was freshly pink and he always smelled crisp and free and wild, like a sea breeze on a sun-soaked twilight. Jon liked the way he smelled, and the self-assured posture of his broad shoulders and the heartening solidness of a body meant to be shirtless as often as possible holding him so secure in the humming powerlines of his care. Just to be touched was a visceral melody of nerve endings and synapses, to be touched by him was a blinding symphony of electric light and sound perfectly in tune to the aria of his core where so few dared to go.

“Not so awful right?” Tim teased, squeezing his affected knee with care.

“Get on with it, Stoker,” Jon murmured languidly into the crook of his neck.

“Ohoh, last name now. I’m on real thin ice, aren’t I?” he chortled in reply, pads of his fingers feeling out the ridge of a patella and skating down his calf.

Jon winced, opening one eye to glance guiltily up at the ever-chipper mien of Tim.

“I-“ he stuttered, his protest melting into a sigh, “No, you’re not. I’m sorry. You’re being helpful and I’m being an ass.”

“Mmm, that’s a smidge hyperbolic. You’re being snappish because you got caught being naughty, and you’re in pain, and you also got caught being in pain, which is probably the worst offense out of all of them.”

“I suppose…” Jon conceded, closing his eye and letting his body go slack again.

“Okay to roll your cuff up? Or would you prefer trouser leg down?”

“You can roll it up, I don’t mind.”

Tim promptly, neatly, folded the cuff of Jon’s trousers up only to just above the knee, baring the cratered mares of his leg. His fingers felt them out, felt the places where the worms bored holes in him that had forgotten which way to mend and pulled and tugged in a confused riot of fibrous muscle and scar tissue, and rolled through them with slow, deliberate tenderness. Jon hissed softly in pain, but Tim’s fingers knew the weft and trail of his muscles, and he squeezed and massaged and tilled them with expert care. Unhurriedly, painstakingly, Jon’s knee unlocked, and it bowed gratefully outward with the sigh of relief into a Hawaiian print collar.

“You’re allowed to hurt you know,” Tim whispered at length, fingers just stroking idly now.

“Everyone’s allowed to hurt,” Jon replied automatically, “It’s only that those of us who can bear it have the duty to do so for those who can’t.”

Tim chewed his lip in the wake of that, weighing his feelings against his words carefully.

“And what god decides who is who?”

Only silence from the clinging, boneless and wounded creature in his lap.

“I’m just saying. I was right there with you, the same thing happened to me, so maybe share a little of this one, hmm?” he tried again, nudging at Jon’s temple with the tip of his nose, letting the silvered chestnut hairs tickle.

The strings of Jon’s body wound taut again around Tim’s fingers still tracing blind patterns on his shin, and he glanced up, daring to ensnare his irises only for a moment.

“I’ll try.”

A soft, breathless laugh whisked past Tim’s lips as he shook his head fondly.

“I guess that’s the best I’m going to get out of the high and mighty head archivist,” he huffed, “But I’ll take it. Now, where can I kiss it all better for you?”

It took Jon a full cycle of pouting, scowling, and digging vengeful fingers into Tim’s back before he could conjure an answer.

“Forehead, please.”

“You got it.”

Jon ducked his head to receive Tim’s lips pressed against his creased brow, and while he knew he bore a burden too great to be carried away with velvet kisses and frank words, for a moment at least he could feel just a bit lighter.

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the-silentium · 4 years

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Bloodhound

Masterlist - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Fors is an Original planet. I do not give permission to people to use it for their own fics, the planet, the animals, the Nightmares, the lore or anything related to Fors. Thank you.

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader

Words: 5172 words

Warnings: Blood, gore, curse, monsters, ANGST.

A/N: Yessss two chaps in two days!! Thanks to every single one of you who left comments and kuddos on the previous chap. You're all awesome 💜

**Also! Words in bold are words said in French, which means the clones can't understand it. I stopped writing the French in actual French for you guys, it'll be more useful in the future.**

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//25 minutes earlier//

"That's not him! Guys!" You yelled in the comlink you fished in your pocket in a haste, almost making yourself trip when you pulled on the fabric of your pants at the same time.

The gap separating you from them was increasing more and more with each step they took. Damn their long legs and commando training, you weren't made to chase this kind of prey!

"I know his voice Y/N! That's him!" Wrecker was too damn sure of himself, his confidence affecting his brothers' judgment as well.

It didn't take long for rule number one to be thrown overboard and surprisingly it wasn't by the one you expected, no offense Techie.

"Stay under the trees!"

This couldn't be happening. They were all running headfirst to their deaths. According to the lore, Venustes didn't affect more than one person at a time. You couldn't know for sure if the lore was reliable or if the other three were following out of concern for the fake 99, but they had to snap out of their own mind trap soon or else they would all be dragged down.

"H-" A clawed hand appeared inches from your face, cutting short your attempt to call out for your sergeant.

Instinctively, you threw your body to the ground to avoid getting grabbed by the head and ultimately being crushed like a berry in its grasp and crawled to continue running. Alas, the Algax wasn't as dumb as you thought, his other hand swiftly reached forward to stab your right thigh with one of its fingers, preventing you from escaping.

Your screams of pain were muffled by the hand pinning your face to the dirt, waiting before your lungs were empty of any air to lace its long sharp digits around your torso. The feeling barely registered through the thick fog of pain coming from your thigh.

Your first instinct was to yell at the top of your lungs for help, maybe your distress would get them out of their haze, saving their lives as well as yours, but you quickly found out that your lungs were empty and unable to expand to receive more oxygen.

The lack of air in your system mixed with the agonizing pain from the retreating talon in your thigh almost knocked you unconscious. You could feel your blood escaping your wound to drip down your legs and nourish the ground under your suspended form.

It leaned closer, a low crackling sound escaped the slits on its temples. With considerable efforts, your good leg moved up to push against its torso to keep its horrifying face away from yours, the up-close view causing more tears to gather in your eyes.

Fear and the lack of oxygen quickly took over your body in the form of violent shivers shooking your whole frame. The building pressure encompassing you once more was excruciating, your bow laid on the ground out of reach while your arms were pinned down along your sides, keeping you from stabbing your way out of the situation.

All you could do was scream in your head out of pain and fear, waiting until your bones gave up under the tightening grasp to pierce your organs and kill you slowly. The boys seemed way too entranced to come to your aid, leaving you to feel as miserable as when you were hunting for the village, without back up and entirely alone. If you were lucky, you'd die alone without another beast feasting on your still alive-but-unable-to-move self. This would be a nice death, as horrible as it sounded.

You hoped the boys would survive though. Even if they apparently totally forgot that you were there. Not that this came to you as a surprise. People who gravitate around you for some time always tend to go away on their own, leaving you behind just like the clones. But you couldn't hate them for it, your heart already knew it was coming and had prepared itself for this right moment.

After all, they had to lie to their chain of command and train a primitive idiot how to fly a ship, they were trapped on this infernal planet once again because you nearly died and they hadn't seen the Shinehorn sneaking its way into their ship, being too busy fussing over your comatose self. Oh and let's not forget that you ended an innocent's life right in front of them without warning. It was only a matter of time before they left.

Plus, if they were so desperate to meet this 99, it surely meant that he was highly special to them whereas you were the newbie, so no you weren't mad. You merely wished you had someone who could make you forget everything around like this 99. It seemed nice to have someone that important.

And finally, if you died maybe you would find a way to come back to haunt them. This could be fun, you could mess with Crosshair's rifle, disturb Tech while he was tweaking with his prototypes, pushing Wrecker around to your liking because he couldn't possibly defend himself against you anymore and most important of all, you could mess with Hunter by constantly untying his goddamn bandana. It would drive them all mad, you knew it.

After some thoughts, you knew they would make it off this planet alive. Together they had a good chance. Hunter's acute senses along with their brains and elite commando training gave them an advantage the natives never had. Hopefully, they would stay in these parts of the jungle until daylight, where they knew how to deal with the monsters living around.

Yeah... Good luck guys.

Eyes closed, you waited for the inevitable snaps of your bones. It resonated between the trees, sickening and disgusting you to the core, but you weren't flooded under any more pain than the one radiating from your thigh. Instead, you felt nauseous for a whole second when you were once again thrown away, landing on the ground harshly.

Your body rolled on the dirt, bouncing a couple of times under the force of impact. For as far as you remembered there wasn't a single time in your life when you've been thrown around as much as tonight. This was getting tiring and it’s been dark for only a bit more than two hours. Lucky you.

Still laying on your back, you breathed erratically to provide the much-needed oxygen to your organs, watching upside down the Algax receiving a second arrow to the head, effectively scaring it away.

A hunter. You were saved. You were fine.

Huffing, your body went limp at the lack of imminent danger and talons menacing your life. Maybe you could rest-

"Shit. She's really alive?" A hunter you recognized as Farlan walked out of the shadows to slowly approach your form like you were a trapped animal.

"So it's true then. It's your fault they're back." Another Hunter spat, literally, missing your face by an inch. Kerth never liked you, obviously.

You would have liked to say that those were the hunters you desperately wanted to come and rescue you, but then it would be a lie. None of them appreciated your presence even slightly so they all meant the same thing. This will be a drag.

"Now, who's back? And why is it always my fault?" You pushed on your forearm to sit straight, grunting at the pain in your right leg.

Shit. The hole left by the talon wasn't big, approximately two inches wide, but it was bleeding profusely. It was sickening to be able to see the ground through your flesh so you opted to keep pressure on the wound with your hands, camouflaging the hole like it wasn't even there. If only the pain could disappear as easily...

"The nightmares. They're back because you're still alive." Kerth pulled a piece of gauze from a pocket on his belt, the sight of the medical supply pulled a relieved sigh out of you.

Wait what?

"So the council wants a word." He said with so much venom that your heart skipped a beat. This wasn't good. At. All.

Before you could react, the gauze found its way in your mouth, quickly followed by an irritating rope that despite your weak thrashing around got attached behind your head.

You were brutally pushed onto your belly, hands pulled behind your back to be attached tightly with skillful fingers. A muffled scream escaped your mouth when a knee pressed onto your wounded thigh, tears joining your blood on the dirt.

"Because of you, I've lost friends tonight. I'll make sure to pay you a visit once the council is done with your stupid ass." He growled in your ear.

Oh, you were so dead. Your bet was on the council, but if by some miracle they weren't the one to put an end to your life, then Kerth was the next bet. Maybe you shouldn't have sabotaged his weapons the day of the hunt competition. Or put some poison ivy in his hunting clothes. Or laugh whole-heartedly when he got shit on by a Furant during his ceremonial speech in front of the whole village. Or… one of the numerous pranks you pulled on him for payback of his daily shitty attitude towards you.

Farlan was the one to pull you up and push you forward, leaving the job to spot the monsters to Kerth. The thought of running or fighting was completely futile. You wouldn't run very far with your untreated leg, there was the possibility that they would shoot you down out of spite too. They seemed very fed up at you for some reason. How could you be the cause of the nightmares reappearing? Also, they were gone? Since when?!

This was getting weirder and weirder.

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//Present - 10:48 pm//

"I got her position. She's close” The corners of Wrecker’s lips lifted slightly. They could track you, everything would be fine from here. You weren’t lost. “and unmoving." The whispered last words rang loud and clear in all the clones' ears.

Wrecker's breath wasn't the only one to abruptly stop.

The smile quickly left his face, as well as a majority of his blood. You couldn’t be dead. This couldn’t be happening.

“Where?” Hunter’s hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly around his blaster,

“700 meters that way.” He pointed deeper into the jungle, where they all came from.

A weight fell on his stomach and he had to force a deep breath in. You hadn’t made it out of the jungle with them. They had outrun you and left you behind on your own.

Without a word Hunter took the lead, Tech following right behind with Crosshair on his heels. Wrecker took a single second to gulp down his guilt and shake his arms lightly to regain feeling in his body and not worsen his wounds. He followed silently behind the group, squinting attentively to discern the shadows with his half working equipment.

“300 meters.”

You were resourceful. You knew your planet like the back of your hand. There was no way you were dead.

“100.”

Please 99. Don’t let her be dead.

Crosshair stumbled on Tech as the brown-haired clone abruptly stopped, looking around like he was searching for something. With a step forward, Tech crouched to grab a small object on the ground to show it to the rest of them.

“Kriff!” Hunter punched a nearby tree, exhausted by this succession of ill-fated events. There in Tech’s hand was your comlink, their only way of locating you on this living prison that was this planet.

Wrecker held onto the last hope he had. There wasn’t any blood, you could still be fine. Maybe you’d dropped your comlink while running away.

“Hunter.” Crosshair’s voice was unsettling. His usual dry snarky self was replaced by a more small and scared tone that the soldier hadn’t heard in a while. “That’s a lot of blood.”

And it was. The puddle was big enough and it looked like you'd struggled quite a bit in it too.

The world was spinning. He knew battalions lost men every time they went out on missions. It was a common occurrence for soldiers to die and the remaining ones had to suck it up ad continue the fight. But Wrecker wasn’t used to this. From the very beginning, they were the four of them, surviving each mission thrown their way to fight another day. He never got attached to anyone out of his Batch but you and losing his first comrade in the field hit him hard.

Sure, the death of 99 left him in crumbles but with you it was different. He was supposed to have your back just like you had his. You saved his life and he didn’t save yours.

As his eyes fell to the ground in shame, he noticed a small object at the tip of his boot.

“Tech.” He called, as he raised back up with your earbud in hand.

“So we can’t contact her, she can’t contact us, she’s unarmed and wounded.” Crosshair resumed the situation, your bloody bow, and quiver in hand. "If she's not dead, she'll be soon."

"There's no way she'd run deeper into the jungle wounded and without her bow. It's suicide." Hunter tore his gaze from the large puddle at his feet to follow sparse dark spots staining the grass to their right. "It could be a new critter that doesn't kill right away or she found someone or something else to protect her."

So there was a possibility that you weren't dead. Wrecker felt relieved that his brother came to that conclusion, his own mind was working in slow motion, too distressed at his feelings to allow him to concentrate and think.

"Whatever it is, we'll find her."

Even if the words weren't meant to reassure him, Wrecker felt more at ease knowing that they had a way to track you and that you were possibly safe with someone or something. All he hoped now was that you were alive long enough for them to find you and that ultimately, you'd forgive him.

Wrecker rushed behind his brothers who followed the trail, jogging at a steady rhythm, slow enough to be able to detect the monsters that might target them but fast enough that they would catch up to you at some point.

It didn't take long for the first Algax to cut their road, the shy creature poking its terrifying head from behind a large trunk as soon as it heard them approach.

Wrecker tensed, already gripping the handle of his blaster with his left hand despite the knowledge that his weapon was useless against them. Having his blaster in hand, even if it wasn't the right one, gave him a sense of security.

The dark blue creature didn't have time to lift its hand to reach for them that an arrow flew right into the trunk next to its head. The beast hissed, its long fingers hitting the arrow in anger before moving out of its hiding spot to engage the group.

"Damn thing." Crosshair growled, at the bow in his hand or at the beast, Wrecker didn't know. All he knew was that he almost cheered when his brother managed to scare the beast away with two arrows piercing its chest.

"Nice work." Tech approved, light sticks in hand instead of his blasters.

"You were right. It is primitive." Crosshair growled, following Hunter who resumed the tracking of your blood on the ground.

"I'm always right." He chirped, eyes scanning the shadows.

"Debatable." His brother scoffed back.

"Wrecker." Hunter called from the front, eyes quickly darting forward when he caught his brother's eyes. "Let your blaster. Take your blade."

"Okay." Against his best instinct, the clone let go of his DC-17, letting it fall on the jungle floor to grab his vibroblade in a firm grip. The blade felt weird in his left hand but it would do. Knives worked on those things, he was still safe.

The surroundings were calm for a while, and the more time they spent no crossing path with any monster, the more the tension built between them. Apprehension kept them on their toes, eating away at their nerves slowly.

The next Algax they encountered stood tall in their way like he was challenging them to jump at it. Maybe they were used to being at the top of the food chain, just like the clones were used to being at the top of their game. Regrettably, the clones were in way over their head on this planet but they would make sure that they weren't the only ones.

Instead of slowing down, Hunter charged at the Algax, stopping only when the sharp metal of his vibroblade was deeply set into the monster's chest.

Wrecker waited for a screech, for the creature to start thrashing around or flee like the one that fell down a tree with you. Seconds passed and the Algax lifted its arms like nothing happened, like there wasn't a long knife jabbed in its thorax and made a move to grab the sergeant who swiftly jumped away, blade still in hand.

"What?!" Hunter exclaimed, facing the creature once again.

An arrow in the head managed to get the desired effect, the tall beast running away in its signature hiss.

"Why didn't it work? Her knife worked on them!" Hunter was getting more and more on edge.

"Maybe it could be because our technology is too advanced or because our equipment is not native." Tech remarked. "It is logical in a sense. This planet created its own rules to protect itself from invaders, so it may have created a sort of protection against anything exterior to its own resources."

"It is possible?" Wrecker found it quite hard to believe. A planet controlling what could kill or not? Blasters could kill anything!

"The planet changes beliefs in the real thing. Yeah I think it's possible." He deadpanned with an eye roll.

Suddenly, the vibroblade in Wrecker's hand didn't provide the same sense of security as before. All their hope resided in Crosshair and Tech's hands. 7 arrows and 3 light sticks. Talk about limited resources. If only he had his backpack containing all his explosives, he could get something done.

Too deep in thought, Wrecker didn't notice the wall of dirt right in front of them until he almost rammed into it. They were back to their landmark.

"We missed each other." Hunter growled in frustration at the sight of the blood splatters leaving the safety of the trees to disappear under the waterfall.

Wrecker understood immediately, his own frustration building in his chest. They entered the jungle and you got out of it. Maker knew Wrecker was used to bad timing but this was a new low. Fate was laughing right in their faces.

Cautiously, they left the dense vegetation to venture into the open area where Wrecker almost became bird food. His eyes were fixed in the open sky, some stars were visible through the small clouds. The bright moon wasn't at its highest yet, Wrecker estimated that there was another hour before the satellite reached its peak.

The provided light allowed him to relax the muscles around his eyes. He hasn't been squinting for long that the beginning of a headache started to form in his skull.

As they neared the wet dirt, three sets of footprints were easily distinguishable in the wet dirt. The spacing told them that none of you were running. If nothing was chasing you, then why weren't you patched up?

"We have to find her quick." Crosshair spat what every brother thought quietly.

If you were with people that didn't patch you up and had plenty of time to do so then they weren't on your side. Even without medical supplies, they should have been able to stop the bleeding one way or the other.

"Stay close." Hunter called, venturing closer to the waterfall where your blood disappeared.

With each step forward, the sound of the waterfall hitting the river below became more and more deafening. The sound was assaulting his ears to a point where he almost ripped his helmet off to cover his ears. He managed to hold on, focussing instead on his leader who clearly had more problems than him.

Hunter had removed his own helmet to pass it on to Tech in hope of covering some of the uproars with his hands. The relief must not have been enough for his arms began to shake, his hands pushing firmly against the sides of his head.

If only he could reach for his brother and take some of his pain, Wrecker would do it in a heartbeat.

"Let's make this quick." Crosshair took the front, his steps taking him behind the waterfall where a tin border of rocks formed a path to the other side.

Tech nodded his head towards Hunter, his hands already full with the sticks and the extra helmet.

"Got him." Wrecker confirmed. His left hand reached for his brother's pauldron right after sheathing his blade.

With practiced movements, Wrecker bent to carefully set his pain down, now wasn't the time to listen to his body.

With slow steps the tank walked on the wet trail of rocks behind the roaring wall of water, his arm tightening slightly around the body on his shoulder. If Hunter reacted Wrecker couldn't hear it.

The rocks were flat enough that he didn't slip once. The problem appeared on the other side, where the blood trail ended abruptly a couple of feet away from the bank.

"Where to now?" Wrecker asked, still supporting his limp brother.

"No fucking idea." Crosshair grumbled, visor moving from right to left where the jungle extended as far as his eyes could see in both directions.

Hunter's feet returned to the ground when soft pats disturbed the tall clone carrying him, his hands were at his sides, fingers clenched into fists as he grounded himself through deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" Wrecker dared to ask, his worry for his family finally escaping him.

Hunter usually took more time to recover from an overwhelming episode like this one and it was apparent that he still needed time, but he opened his eyes nonetheless, ignoring Wrecker's question to grip onto Tech for support and deeply breathe in, brows furrowed in concentration.

His head turned in a different direction as the three remaining clones scrutinized the line of trees for signs of a threat.

"It's faint." Hunter whispered, still deep within himself. "Blood. That way." He pointed at their right before reaching for his helmet in the engineer's hands.

"You're good to walk?" Tech questioned, watching his C.O. warily. His hands lifted slightly in apprehension that Hunter may faint under the pressure he was forcing on his body.

"Yes." It was weak but firm, leaving no place for discussion, not that either of them would have said anything. They knew what you meant to the sergeant so it was better for their sakes to not put themselves between you and him.

Back in position, clone force 99 advanced through the trees, their pace building at each passing second. They were almost running when finally they stopped, their boots almost slipping under them in a sticky substance.

"Karkin' fuck." Hunter cursed, his hands tightening around his vibroblade, eyes glued to the corpse lying at their feet.

"That was you smelled?" Crosshair pushed the eviscerated loth wolf with the tip of his foot.

"Ye-"

Screams resonated in the distance, cutting Hunter off. Wrecker's heartbeat loudly in his ears, almost covering the yells of pain under its incessant percussion against his ribcage.

Every single one of the soldiers breathed out in relief at the lack of a female scream. However, they tensed in apprehension as the screams faded and howls filled the air in their place. A new beast was around and they didn't have any idea of how to react to it. Run? Hide? Would the knife work this time? Or the bow?

"There were two distinct voices. Males." Tech stopped his recon of the surroundings to catch his batch's eyes. "Maybe it's them."

"Worth a shot." Hunter nodded, already moving in the direction of the screams, although this time he kept a slower pace, fully conscious that they were in unknown territory, charging at unknown beasts.

The screams weren't too far, but they obviously came from the opposite direction Hunter initially pointed them to. Hopefully, they would find you there, wounded but alive, and he wouldn't beat himself too much for his mistake.

Despite knowing that they were useless, Wrecker retrieved his vibroblade from its sheath. The need for a weapon in his hand was too great to ignore, every cell of his being felt the danger ahead and wanted to be prepared although he could never really be prepared for anything this planet threw at him.

He cringed every time a twig broke under his boots, the soft sound resonating in his own ears like the grenades he liked to throw on the battlefield, resonating into the silent jungle to scream their position at anything that dared to listen. Maybe it was paranoïa slowly creeping its way into his brain, using the aftereffect of the corrupted hallucinations he suffered to play around with his senses.

Just like right now, the more he concentrated to decipher the shadows with his half working helmet, the more strange the forms became. At first, it was spots from his constant squinting, then he saw small blue lights on the horizon, dancing haphazardly around. After a couple of blinks, the pale lights disappeared as fast as they arrived, leading the bald clone to shrug them off as his eyes playing tricks on him. The constant stress was definitely getting a toll on him, and let’s not talk about the two dives into a strong current. Once this night was over and they get back at the Marauder, he’ll sleep for two weeks straight.

Softs whines could be heard over unnerving growls and occasional barks, quickly catching the group’s attention.

“Blood.” Hunter informed them over comm, his whisper almost blending with the rustles of leaves in front of them.

The group halted in their tracks as Hunter raised his fist, Crosshair already had the bow cranked, ready to shoot at whatever alerted their leader. Carefully peeking over Tech’s shoulder, Wrecker craned his neck to the side to see what was happening around the boulder they used as cover.

He could see the posterior of a large animal, jerking successively like it was pulling at something. Disturbing yelps filled the air and the animal fell backward with its prize tightly encased between its teeth. It rolled near their position but was too preoccupied with the bloody arm in its possession to detect the clones observing it.

Wrecker knew Tech was recording, there was no way he wasn’t. Not when the monster before them had no skin whatsoever to cover its bones. The canine-like monstrosity easily reached Tech’s waist, had no external skin, leaving its bones to shine under the green tint of their night vision, muscles were observable between the ribs and along the joints, but that was it. No skin.

"If only we could capture one." He muttered to which Hunter answered with a glare under his helmet.

As it ate, Tech’s appreciative whispers filled the comm, muttering about the extra smaller ribs that circled the abdomen of the monster, keeping its intestines from falling all over the ground and marveling about the movement of each muscle, totally bare for his curious eyes to see and analyze at will.

"Fine fine. We won't be getting one of those perfect study specimens." He grumbled, reporting his gaze to the organism that crunched the humerus with only moderate difficulty. "Fascinating."

"No, it's not." Crosshair elbowed Hunter who redirected his gaze to a hollow tree where a figure was shivering, hidden in the darkness.

"That's her." He confirmed, the sniper's impeccable sight was not to be doubted.

"Why aren't they attacking her?" Wrecker questioned, puzzled.

Two other beasts were walking only steps away from your poor hiding spot, ignoring you totally despite acknowledging your presence with occasional glances towards you.

"I have some theories but they are all shots in the dark." Tech answered when he realized that they were all waiting for his highlights.

"That's just perfect." Crosshair growled.

The tall clone counted 4 of them, walking between two bodies to tear at the flesh and stain their white skulls with fresh blood.

He wondered if his brute strength would be enough to smash their bones if needed when he noticed you slowly standing up, hands behind your body to steady yourself against the trunk.

"Maybe she could come here instead of us going there." Wrecker pointed out. If only he could catch your attention without catching theirs. "Tech. Do you still have your laser?"

The toy they kept around to annoy Crosshair whenever he was too relaxed on leave could be more useful than its original purpose.

Wrecker was amazed at how unafraid of the canines you were, standing next to one of them to pull at the bow on one of the beheaded corpses with your foot.

"Good idea." Tech walked to the other side of the rock where he could have a clear view of your limping form, slowly making your way toward one of the dead bodies.

"She's tied up." Remarked Hunter, his voice merely above a whisper but frightening nonetheless. Your aggressors should be glad that the dogs got them first.

Crosshair had the creature in his aim, an arrow already pointed at its head if it dared to make a move in your direction.

At one point the bow got stuck, the snapping mouth of the monster next to you was deeply buried into the open chest of what once was a man, blocking your progression toward the shoulders.

Wrecker's breath blocked in his throat and Crosshair cursed under his breath as they saw you tentatively poke the skull of the monster with a very shaky foot before almost falling on your ass with a muffled yelp at how quickly you moved it back when the big bony dog jerked its head up to look at you.

Your wide eyes stared back at it until it lost interest and moved further down the body to nib at some abdominal organs. Quickly you pulled out the bow with your foot, head tilted down to your chest to look at your work.

Tech used this moment to point the red laser at your chest, immediately catching your attention by moving it from side to side. Wrecker grinned as your head lifted in their direction, eyes wide in surprise. You spotted them in seconds, maybe because Wrecker was waving.

Words were muffled by the rope around your mouth, but the wild shaking of your head was clear. Even with only a half functioning helmet, Wrecker could read the fear in your gaze.

Tech couldn't close the light fast enough. One skull turned at the source of the small brightness. As soon as it spotted them, earsplitting yaps covered the snarls of the feasting animals, catching the pack’s attention simultaneously. Soon 4 pairs of predatory red eyes stared at them, their maws chattering in anticipation.

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You become confused and start to question your feelings whilst Henry tries to be romantic but Stephan manages to fuck things up.

Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour, Implied Smut, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Torture, Dark themes, Yandere, Swearing, Daddy kink, Spanking threats, Angst?, Violence, Dark fluff(even I don't bloody know)

A/n: its quater past 11....I should be sleeping...my cat is littarily meowing at me to got to sleep but im not so here have chapter eight!!! so this chapter is mostly plot no smut unfortunately but the next one will be 1000٪. I have finally finally got the entire plot to this fic finished and written, I actually have some scenes for the next three chapters done to! But as I said mainly plot I intendedthis to be a little confusing from y/n perspective I want you to get a sense of what y/n is going through juggling her feelings and all that apart from that I really hope you enjoy this one xx

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Stephan was at a loss, sitting in the cheap b and b room he rented, papers strewn across the floral bed spread he had been going through his contacts agents. Friends. Investigative journalists. Anyone and everyone he could think of hoping someone somewhere would give him a break, a lead something anything! A way for him to distract Henry enough so he could slip you away from him. Fuck sake at this point he'd pull him in for a fucking parking violation just to get this barstard alone in a room for five minutes!! But no one was willing to help they were all in until the name Cavill was mentioned. He couldnt really blame them Cavill did two things to people who investigated him ruined them or off'd them.

Just last week another agent who'd been working undercover as one of the handlers of his prostitutes was found by the bay death by necklacing. A grusome death something he hadn't seen used in America before, usually it was a shooting or stabbing, necklacing was a brutal ,loud and mostly used in places like Africa and Brazil. Execution and torture all in one. It may be one of the cruelest ways to kill someone but it was in all honesty simple to do, hell anyone could do it which is why they couldn't pin it on Henry specifically, hands bound to your chest; in this case with wire and a tire full of petrol placed over you holding them still trapping them, doused in more petrol and set alight. Its a slow agonizing death that takes around twenty minutes, her screams would have been loud but no one in the area had heard or see a thing he bet they had and were just to frightened. He couldn't blame them he saw the girl before she'd been taken off to autopsy, agents; professional, trained to deal with anything agents,onscene were being physically sick from the sight and smell unused to this type of violence. The poor agent had suffered even before that. Autopsy showed she had been raped beforehand she was described as cut and torn up in the report, but they must have used condoms of some description as there wasn't any dna evidence. Or if there was it had been burned away like her charred skin, her body had been in such a bad way that there was nothing to go on. Without evidence they can't charge or formally question a suspect.

Safe to say everyone was shaken up, some left completley requested reassignment and all the ones who came before him were either dead of terrified of the man. Not only that word of Stephans fuck up had got out and he was now a laughing stock. Stephan was supposed to be a honey trap, go undercover seduce a woman of intrest to do one of two things one, prob for information, if she had some great! Stay and use it and If she didnt dump her move on to the next job simple Or two, find a woman to maintain a close connection to the target in this case that was you. It was believed that there was a connection between you and Cavill.

The mobster out of the blue was trying to buy a block of flats in a shitty area. Now Cavill owned property, lots of property but never flats and never on that type of estate. He owned fancy restaurants and night clubs stupidly high class bars that had dress codes and the residential properties were allways four beroom three bathroom houses worth millions with fucking suanas and shit. Bottom line it was out of character and the man was trying to rush through the sale. The higher ups had hoped with the way he was acting; so out of character and flustered, that he would fuck up. He a mobster kingpin with litteraly billions to his name was trying to buy a building that was falling apart, in a run down poor area, wasn't for sale and was willing to skip negotiations and overpay...

The only possible connection to it all was you. They knew Fletcher had dealings with Henry and knew Henry used the cafe for his smaller business meetings. That was the most infuriating thing they knew so much but they just couldn't prove it!. So Stephan was called in to see if you was privvy to Henry and his empire and if you was willing to be an informant. Simple. Until it wasn't and feelings got involved. He wasn't supposed to fall for you but he had and that had cost him the assignment. He was supposed to drop it but he wont, so he had to sniff around himself he knew Henry kidnapped you, he knew Fletcher set it up and he knew he was going to save you. With that in mind he decided to do something he never even dreamed. Stephan was going to go rouge.

Henry was content albeit impatient, he waited at the bottom of the stairs waited for you his wonderful little princess. He had arranged a night out in one of his top restaurants, he figured now that you were here willingly he could begin to spoil you, lavish you with the luxury you deserved and you had been good these past days you deserved a treat. Tonight was about showing you just what it means to be his, the respect, the glitz and glamour. He was hoping that he could begin to sway you more, he knew you were questioning youself and him, his intentions and as you were questioning he saw a change you were more compliant. He paced slowly his head of security Luke was there beside him stiff as a board, Luke thought it was a mistake flaunting you around so early. But Luke could go fuck himself, Luke was not in charge and Luke should keep his opinions to himself.

Henry was begining to get tired of the mans bitching it was clear that his head of security had something against his sweet pet. It may have been the fact that Henry; seeing the bruises on your wrists after your escape that was definitely not made from handcuffs, had investigated and watched the security footage seeing the way the gruff man had manhandled you dragged you through the house after taunting you, thrown you into your day room on the day you'd escaped. Yes Henry ha found out and promised the man a grizzley end if it ever happened again. The only man to leave marks on your soft skin was him. Luke was bitter over the fact you'd escaped further then the garden on his watch, well thats what Henry put it down to.

"If you sigh again I will stop you breathing altogether!" He finally snapped over his shoulder to the man.

"Sorry sir I just think-" Henry spun on his heel pointing at him.

"I dont pay you to think! I pay you to do as your fucking told! To protect our investments and you didnt! Incase you haven't noticed your on thin ice as it is, theres a line of others who would take your place in a heartbeat Luke so I suggest you start pulling your shit together unless you want an early retirement." The words were hissed a snarl he couldn't help the thrill that came from Luke's shocked fearfull look. Luke knew poeple didnt retire from his position, not the in the masive pay out and a sipping pinacolada on a sandy beach sense. The only retirement he would see is two foot wide and six foot deep if he was lucky. Henry watched steely eyes burning into the man before him, the guard finally looked away gulping nodding slowly.

"Y-yes sir..I will go make sure the car is ready" Henry smirked crossing his arms

"You do that! Be the most usefull thing you've done all day." Luke cringed at that but could say nothing he simply left the house out towards the drive shuting the door with a quiet click. Henry shook his head as he watched Luke descend the few step of the porch. He was going to have to do something about him soon.

He pulled his thoughts away from the dark path they had traveled and glanced at the stairs again then began his pacing from side to side once again looking at his the rolex upon his wrist. You were taking your time. Sighing he turned again looking expectantly at the stairs. Its not like you had to decide what to wear he had laid it out! He had done the hard bit all you had to do was hair and make up. He grunted making another lap of his choosen pace route. You better not be up there pouting, if you were he was going to be very annoyed. Five more minutes. He decided five minutes then he would go check and if you was being a little madam and pouting he would blister you ass with the belt at his waist and drag you out anyway dressed or not. He moved finally standing at the stairs hand gripping the banister in a white knuckle grip hissing through his teeth.

Then he heard it heels tapping on the marble floor slow and unsteady, you were coming. He held his breath waiting for you to turn the corner at the top of the landing. When you did he had to swallow dryly, you were a vision, stunning you were made to be on his arm there was no doubt about it. You made your way down the stairs trying not to topple over in the high heels, which you suspected he had put you in so you couldnt run. Well you could try but you have to unbuckle them first which would be a dead give away.

You'll admit the dress was beautiful and comfortable considering how figure hugging it was. A deep royal blue velvet ,thin spaghetti straps and a low open back stopping just at the swell of your bottom, the front had a soft swooping neckline showing a hint of the very top of your breasts. It was a fine choice, henry definitely had an eye for these things. Every outfit he put you in since being here was always well thought out and this was no exception. You had to be careful tonight, he had provided a dress, stockings garterbelt even jewellery and some new lipsticks! but no panties. It made you nervous, it was one thing to always be around the house in skirts with no undies but to go out? You had to be wary, the small mercy was that it was a knee length dress so hopefully no accidents. However that being said with how form fitting it was and the way it pushed up your boobs there was more chance of a nip slip then a lip slip.

There was a complete set of expensive looking Jewellery that each had been packed in blank leather jewellery boxes and was presented on purple velvet. The necklace was three long strings of diamonds one a choker then longer to your collar bone then the final resting just below your dress' neckline the middle string holding one single large diamond in the center, the weighty rock made you dread to think of the cost and matching small dangling earrings and a bracelet...And anklet he had insisted you to be head to toe in diamonds.

For your hair you had styled it up and away from your face in a sleek sophisticated look,your make up was light, you didnt want to go all out and make him think you were trying to impress him, although in some respects you did want to impress him but for now you would ignor that. You had settled for a light face of make up and one of your new lipsticks a dark nude shade between a peach and beige the last thing you wanted was for him to get angry about not putting in effort which was a real possibility with how the slightest things could trigger a mood swing.

You'd found the past week since you had....Assisted him in the livingroom something had changed, a subtle change at first. You found youself stealing quick glances and smiles at him, he had caught you staring a few times and winked making you flush and stutter. He still had his moments but it seemed your 'admission' of not wanting to leave and wanting to try to stay and fall in love with him had calmed him down significantly. Sure you'd been given a few punishments when he got insecure here and there. You had been finding yourself participating in all of the intimate moments he was forcing onto you, when you did things with him you could barely speak let alone think the throws of passion was an escape. To your own confusion and shame you now admitted to yourself you enjoyed him lathering you with attention it was becoming to easy to melt into his embrace, to tempting to kiss the man back and cuddle up to him as he soothed the burning prints he left across your skin. You were frightened at just how much you began to crave him and need him, you still tried resisting but it was few and far between. In reality you were giving in to him and you didnt exactly hate the change. despite everything it sill felt a little wrong to let him get his way but that bad feeling was becoming easier to ignore.

But don't get things wrong, you had no desire to stay here permanently you had just resigned yourself to it for the time being...You think things i your...Relationship were confusing at the moment you liked the man but hated how this had all come about. You tried reasoning that your feelings were changing in some sort of survival technique or something. That subconsciously you had to pacify him, make him believe you was slowly falling for him so he wouldn't hurt you or the ones you loved. But at this point you wasn't entirely sure. I mean if that were true and you did this all for Stephans life shouldnt you feel somthing for the agent. But in reality all you felt was abandoned and betrayed by him, but it didn't hurt not like the loos of a friend or lover as you thought it would have. Maybe you was just weird? or maybe you didn't really love him? What ever it was you was thankfull for it as you could concentrate more on yourself and what you had to do to get out of this alive, sane and single. You were not falling in love with this mad man no matter what he did and said you shouldnt fall for it you shouldnt fall for him. But you were slowly realising that just because you shouldn't didn't mean you wouldn't.

Henry's face lit up as you slowly made your way down the steps on wobbly feet unused to the heels that brought the top of your head up to his eye line. Seeing you struggling he smirked meeting you half way up the stairs linking his arm with yours. You flinched almost pulling back knowing you should but his grip was firm and you needed help. His voice was low and playful when he spoke.

"It seems you will need my help with walking tonight before you've even touched a drop of wine my love. Thats no matter, more of a reason for you to cling to me and I do enjoy you wrapped around me pet." You gave a quick glance, so you was in these ridiculous heels for a reason. You forced a smile letting go of the banister as he walked you down the stairs over to the door.

"You look stunning! I have the best table in the place reserved just for us but first" he moved spinning around you and just like a magic trick his hand appeared from behind him with a small ring box, he moved pulling up your left hand kissing the back of it. You shivered as he maintained eye contact feeling him smirk. You cursed yourself wanting to contorl your reactions but couldnt seem to. He spoke a cheeky grin his voice was playfull.

"Here something to complete the outfit I wont have my little girls hands bare~" You gulped as he pulled back the lid of the small box revealing an obnoxiously huge rock sat embedded in what looked like a silver but was most likely white gold band. You tugged at your hand and winced when he dug his thumb in your palm tugging your hand out hashly.

"Daddy! That's to much-I'm not one for rings please everything else is enough. " He blinked his face dropping.

"You don't like it? Whats wrong with it?" You eyed him carefully and shrugged.

"No-nothing I just..." he interrupted you growling at you scowling

"You don't want it? I had it made for you and now you don't even fucking want it? I just wanted to treat you baby? You've been so good and now your going to start acting up? When I'm trying to reward you for being so good. Just trying to have a quiet night out with you, I dont have to take you out, I could fucking keep you here day in day out" You could hear it, that of hectic insanity. Frantic undertones. You quickly shook your head.

"No no I want it! I do want it I'm just worried...It looks...Ive never had anything that looks that expensive" you moved forward to him placing a hand on his chest rubbing slightly, youd learned fast that initiating intimate gestures help calm him a little.

"I-i'm frightened that I'd upset you if I loose it especially if we dance..We are going to have our first slowdance tonight aren't we? I was hopeing we could..Tho people will laugh I've never danced like that before." It did the trick he calmed blinking slowly then beamed at you.

"Oh little one thats sweet of you to worry about daddys feelings like that..But baby I wont be upset if you lost it Id just get you another one pet... Now come here and keep still like a good girl" you sighed in relief as he calmed down you cringed and twisted your hand as he tried to place it on your ring finger, his eyes flicked up to you in warning.

"Its...thats bad luck I'd rather not.." he grunted and took your right hand placing it on your ring finger. You shuddered as you realised it fit perfectly. He moved back placing one parting kiss.

"That is your first warning tonight, daddy doesn't want any games...You ruin tonight and I will be very displeased and you will not like the outcome" you nodded takig a breath.

"Y-yes daddy I understand...I'll be good" he gave a quick look.

"You better now lets go" you released a breath tho calmer he wasn't happy youd argued, disagreed you wasnt supposed to do that.

Henry playing the part of a gentleman opened the door to the car for you. Once inside he set off out of the gate, you shivered a little trying not to glance at him. He moved his hand to your leg patting it softly rubbing the soft nylon of the stockings he groaned subtly to himself as he continued down the road, you cringed a little moving to pull the hem of the dress down not wanting him to take advantage of the rising skirt and your bare pussy merely inches above. He squeezed lightly feeling you tug the fabric down under his palm cutting off the contact. He rolled his eyes biting his lip to stop the comments on the tip of his tongue. No he wont ruin this night before its begun, anything that happens he can rectify later when you were restrained and withering one your final treat. He licked his lips as he thought about the nights festivities and hopefully what the outcome will be. He was pulled from his devious thoughts when you wriggled uncomfortably still trying to get used to wearing half a set of underwear... And lets face it stockings and garter belts aren't exactly the norm any way. It was after ten minutes of sighing, huffing and squirming that he spoke pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Whats the matter little one?" you snapped you head to him and smiled going to brush him off he removed his hand from your leg wagging a finger.

"Ah ah come on no lying that will be your second warning and we aren't even there yet~" you closed your mouth giving him a heavy pout he rose an eyebrow letting his hand land back in your lap.

"Its...Well I've never...I'm getting used to the stockings...Never worn them before and its strange under the dress...especially not having any panties on....I'm covered but not " he through his head back and laughed as he pulled up to a red light.

"Oh love! you should have said baby...I thought you were having a paddy! I was getting ready to take you back home and tann your naughty backside with my belt." you snapped your head in his direction gulping knowing full well he would have.

"Oh little one don't be so tense..I promise tonight I'm going to spoil you this is a treat baby girl a night of fine food, fine wine and even finer company" you smiled forgetting your underwear situation for a moment twiddling your new bracelet wanting to take your mind off things. You were going to try and enjoy the night try and forget everything just for one night. You smiled up at him shyly.

"I'm looking forward to it..But I get the feeling your taking me somwhere fancy and I've neve done fancy... think the fanciest place I've been is your house"he chuckled looking forward to the road cheking the lights then moved to face you.

"Our...Its our house pet you live there to now remember.. and don't worry I own the place so no one will say anything if you make a little slip up...Okay little one and if anyone does upset you ,you tell me straight away..I wont have my babygirls night ruined by anyone" you didn't want his words to effect you but they did, the idea of him caring enough to make sure you enjoy the night was sweet.

"Y-you mean it?" he nodded giving the lights another quick glance then focused back on you

"Of course! tonight is all about spoiling my number one! you can have anything you want and that includes a doggy bag of deserts to bring home" you smiled at him hopefully giggling.

"Deserts sound good! I'm excited now do they have cheesecake?" he pursed his lips thinking for a second wanting to prolong your cheerful mood.

"Yes, three kinds and I assume you'll be having a slice of each?" you nodded at him with a cheeky grin, Henry smirked at you leaning in playfully tucking his hand by your knee tickling the back making you giggle and squirm pushing at him.

"Well my love three slices..Now that is a big ask and deserves a pre-payment I think...Three kisses should suffice" you grinned shaking your head at him and squealed as he leaned over playfully growling stealing three sweet kisses then leaned back in his seat , he was gobsmacked when youd followed him placing a peck against his cheek. You froze realizing what you did and jumped back holding your lips in surprize. What the fuck was that? He smirked moving the car into drive as the light changed. You righted yourself in the seat leaning back choosing to forget that little slip up. But still felt optimistic maybe tonight would be a fun night out even if it was with Henry.

YES! it had paid off, a few days he had spent watching waiting but finally there was movement. he had been waiting here at the main road leading to the mobsters house. Parked next to a motel mainly used by truckers who stayed overnight, Stephan quickly climbed to the front seat of the car watching as the Aston martin drove past him, not just any Aston martin Henry's Aston martin, the only custom db11 in the city. He quickly pulled his binoculars out to see...Fuck yes!...He couldn't believe his luck! you were in the passenger seat and dolled up... He took a breath you looked incredible and to his utter despair and confusion you looked happy?.

Henry stopped at the intersection Stephan fumed as Henry laughed at something you said then moved his hand out of sight making you roll your eyes and press him away playfully laughing he didn't pull back instead he quickly leaned over kissing you, and the thing that cut Stephan most was that you let him, you seemed to enjoy his attention. Stephan's heart clenched seeing you like that, you were supposed to hate him...You were a captive. You couldn't possibly like the man could you?. He shook his head of course you didn't a mad man like henry? you were playing a part, hopefully a part that you could retire from tonight. He flicked on the ignition throwing down his binoculars if he could follow you both...If he could get in he had a chance, could give you a chance to escape! he could save you.

He took a second watching again as you moved you were smiling giving him a quick peck, he couldn't bare to watch anymore he closed his eyes gripping the steering wheel tight swearing. Could he be to late? He loathed to think of just what he had put in your head what he could have convinced you to do. The light turned green and car pulled away, he waited a few seconds then pulled out making sure not to be to close or be caught by the lights. It only took the disgraced agent around fifteen minuets to realize where you were being taken. It would seem Henry was taking you on a date? trying to romance you, wine and dine you but then what? there had to be a reason, and ulterior motive. Stephan held back watching as the Aston martin pulled around the front of the hotel, Henry exited the car and walked around holding your door for you. He felt a rush of anger as Henry helped you out of the car then tossed the keys across the car to the valet. Stephan stared gulping, you really did look amazing even if you were struggling to stand in shoes he knew you wouldn't have been caught dead in if you had a say. He must have forced you in to them, so he could have you wrapped around him, leaning and clutching at him as you wobbled about unsteady. His blood boiled as Henry moved offering you his arm when you took it he felt..betrayed almost asking himself if you were worth it now, it looked like Henry had got to you. He seethed watching you climb the few stairs to the hotel entrance linking arms with your captor ,you looked up at the mad man smiling nodding as he spoke completely at ease.

Something was very wrong with this image, a kidnapped woman going out on the town with her kidnapper? on what looked like a romantic date?. You hadn't seemed like one of those shallow golddiggers who'd do anything for a bit of bling or money, but Stephan couldn't help but wonder to himself at that point. You looked happy if not a little nervous? shy? you looked like a love struck teenager. But Stephan couldn't help himself he couldn't doubt you, you needed him to get you out, to save you. You needed him to try. He moved pulling the car around the back, thankfully as this was a hotel people were coming and going all the time so it'd be easy enough to get in, he was coming for you. Tonight he will save you and it will look like nothing more then a lovers spat! a perfectly realistic situation that would have no repercusions. Once he had you, you could testify against the mobster and this would all be over. Henry would finally be behind bars where he belongs.

You took a breath seeing the long line of people waiting to get in the restaurant each in expensive looking glad rags,you tucked your head down akwardly as Henry strode past the long line of people each making a fuss at the two of you. Some did not knowing just who the man on your arm was. Henry cut to the front interrupting the guest at the front.

"Is everthing ready?" His voice was bored as a woman quickly scampered over ready to let the owner in much to the anger of the other guest. The two at the front tried capturing his attention to give him a piece of their mind but Henry ignored them.

It wasn't long before you were in the high end restaurant in one of the towns two five star hotels that he owned. It was nice the restaurant was about fifteen stories up a dark blue almost black marble looking floor, tables all coverd with pure white table clothes that felt like some stupid 800 thread count material ,high back black leather chairs ,single white roses and candles on each table dotted around. The focal point was a huge wall with intergrated tropical fishtank that seperated the regular tables and vip area which was raised slightly. The set up was split in two, one half all centred around useing the veiw courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows looking over the town the other half had the fish tank to look at..It was clever really the fishtank gave you a faux sense of privacy a perfect divider that let light flow to the other half of the seating area.

Henry walked you straight past the fish tank to a high private table in the corner of the vip area a huge bouquet of roses sat on the table.

"For you babygirl" you couldn't help but smile brightly as he slid them to you. You leaned in smelling the roses slowly running your finger across the curve of the soft petals your heart warmed and for a moment you truley felt... Special? Cherished?.

You cast a sweeping gaze across the seating area admiring it whilst empty knowing it wont be for long, it was the most expensive place you'd ever been to eat. As you looked around you noticed that the other geusts were slowly trickling in being seated by smartly dressed servers. You looked slower taking in the decor more carfully. Henry wasnt lying when he said the table was the best in the place it had a uninterrupted veiw of the city and the restaurant.

"You like it?" You nodded looking around the decor was black and gold giving a art decor gatsby vibe. He moved pulling out your chair letting sit then sat himself across from you smileing as you pulled the roses across the table placing then on the corner out of the way blushing.

"Yes I was right it is a fancy place...A little daunting but exciting...And I can't wait for my cheesecake its my favourit and I haven't had it in sooo long!"

"Any thing for you my little one...But only good little girls who eat all their dinner get a desert you know that...ah ah no pouting!"

"But tonight's supposed to be a treat daddy" he gave you a stern look across the table at your pouting

"Yes and if your a good girl and ask nicely we would eat out like this everyday, but you were naughty to begin with and daddy has to be strict and have lots of rules...And one of those rules is no desert before dinner now enough pouting don't be ungrateful" you blushed stupidly enough you agreed with him in a way you'd come to enjoy some of his rules, they made you feel...accomplished in a way youd never experienced before, you had something to work to and when you did as he asked he praised you which always made a warmth in your chest blossom. You tucked your nose in a rose you'd plucked from your bouquet grinning softly.

"Im sorry Daddy...Thank you for the roses they are very beautiful" he smiled holding his arms out in a exasperated gesture tilting his head for emphasis

"Well at least you will accept flowers with out a fuss little one...Thats one thing I can now be sure of" You looked down still feeling scolded even if his tone was light you cursed the feeling in your chest. Like rocks had been stuffed in your ribcage making your chest heavy, he was obviously still bitter about the ring you could tellfrom how pissy he was being. You fidgeted worrying just what that would mean for you during the night.

Almost immediately after you sat down you were served a sweet smelling dark wine by a fairly handsome man who popped the cork with ease handing it to Henry whilst giving you a nervous smile you smiled back to him unaware of Henry's face turning sour he nodded and gave the young man a gruff grunt to proceed, the wine was acceptable apparently you watched as the server moved pouring you out a half glass with shaking hands well aware of Henry who was glaring daggers at him ,you smiled to thanking him. Henry must have taken it wrong as he snarled a 'fuck off' at the man who quickly placed the bottle on the table and practically ran out of sight.

"Hen- da I...what was?...I was just being polite please can we just enjoy ourselves...Please." he sat back regarding you one elbow on the arm of his chair twiddling his fingers, his gaze was unerving. He paid no mind to a waitress placing a bottle of bourbon and a glass finally he clicked his tongue smirking enjoying makeing you squirm. He smiled quickly leaning over pouring his own drink casually.

"I'd be carefull pet, you've got one warning left tonight it'd be a shame to have to reprimand you here and trust me daddy has no qualms of upending you on this table and giving you a sound thrashing" you jolted opening your mouth unable to find any words you settled on nodding quietly sipping at you drink meekly he rolled his fingers in a smooth motion until it was a loose fist.

"Answer me pet you know I hate you ignoring me unless you want to be made an example of here? want everyone to see your cute little bottom turned pink over daddy's lap as you kick and squirm like a naughty little girl" you squinted your eyes cheeks tniging pink at his words, deciding it was best not to test him you quickly slapped the drink down a few drops jumped from the glass staining the crisp white table cloth. You froze watching the dark liquid seep across the fibers.

"I-I'm sor-ry please I didn't mean-" you panicked and began begging looked up and could have cried for some reason he was keeping you on edge tonight more so than usual. He was smiling playfully into the rim of his glass, he had been toying with you...had he? you had hoped you knew his mind games but he was in an unpredictable mood tonight.

He moved slowly plucking the menu curling a finger calling a waitress over and ordered for the both of you. You sat twiddling your fingers unsure of what to do, he had seemed happy in the car but in here...It was like he wanted to keep you on a short leash, make you understand although you were out having a treat you were not free to do as you pleased. You settled on people watching moving to get a view of the other couples, they smiled and curled around one another so happy in love. Free.

You looked down blinking away tears, was this worse? Being out and seeing what you'd never have? In the house you could ignore it but here watching them be so genuine. No matter how much you fell at this mans feet you'd never have that freedom to feel, to be so careless in your love. You'd always be controlled be pressed into what ever made him happy...

Your purpose was to make this beautiful monster happy. But you'd agreed, was it wrong to let yourself go under? To fully succumb to his dominance and try to enjoy him. To find comfort in him and accept him as the beautiful yet cruel man he was?you would have to eventually so why wait? It'd save you heat ache in the end. And as the days blurred into weeks and months you knew that it would be easy. He was vindictive and spite full. He was ruthless and cunning yet to you he was almost kind, it would be easier if you swallowed your pride and let yourself fall for him. Life would be easier and you was slowly accepting that it was the obvious choice, you moved casting a glance at the couples around you. Could that be you? Could you have that happiness in the end with him? the frightening thig was. Yes. you could already feel that your feelings were changing slowly but surely, were you in love with him? no did you care for him? Yes.

You hadn't realised he moved until he had made his way arohnd the table holding ut a hand palm up below your down turned face. You jumped snapping your head up confused he furrowed his brows slightly pressing a hand to your cheek wiping away a few stray tears.

"Dont cry pet...Not here no one should see your tears but me, no one should put them there but me. Here come on take my hand" you quickly moved wiping them away once your face was free of tears he grasped your hand. Pulling you up slowly, you followed docile as he pulled you towards a large dancefloor at the back of you space just behinde the bar. You saw there were a few couples were already slow dancing you tensed.

He spun round to face you as the song changed to one you recognized, No peace by Sam Smith played loud yet soft through the speakers it was one of our favourite's but this time the words had a much deeper meaning. He held your back his palm hot against the bare skin he stepped forward pulling your hand up near his shoulder you held him softly. Swaying slowly you'r eyes darted around eyes were on you from those who knew Henry, guests and staff alike.

"Look at me...Forget them little one they are just curious its rare for them to see such elegance up close, and I must say you look divine...More of a little lady then a little girl" you flushed at the compliment trying to follow his skilled movements as he placed his feet expertly without a thought to it as he spun you around in smooth steps across the floor, you swore looking at your feet as you stepped wrong capturing his toes. He chuckled and lifted you effortlessly off his foot an inch or so and placed you back to the floor

"Sorry..I don't mean to..I've never danced like this before...Not very good on a normal dance floor and I'm ten times worse at this, these heels aren't helping...I must look like fucking bambi on ice" he chuckled smoothing his thumb across the skin of your back. Enjoying the backless dress pressing his hands into you feeling your shivers the ripples across your back as he smothered you in his huge frame, letting you feel small in his embrace. He quickly and subtly lifted you up once again as you nearly stood on him again.

"Bambi is a very fitting name I may steal that one" you gave a shy smile smirked spinning you aubruptly then pulled you back skillfully tugging you a little closer. He tilted his head down talking in a hushed baritone voice.

"Your doing fine...Just let daddy lead, daddy will look after you I promise" you gulped and nodded he spun you again this time making sure your bodys touched, slipping his feet between yours using them to move yours guiding your steps.

He settled you to him as he moved prompting you to lay your head on his shoulder he spun you both slowly bringing you near the center of the floor to make sue no one bumped into you. You sighed humming along quietly whispering the lyrics suddenly there was a lump in your throat you swallowed hard pressing your head into his neck. It looked intimate. It was intimate. You listened as he picked up where you left off humming he lyrice into your ear low and relaxing. You whined moving your hands holding him around the neck breathing a shaky breath into his neck. He moved pressing a sweet kiss to your head song changed and you was thankful, pulling your head up to see his eyes staring at you there was a fondness he gave a lopsided grin.

"Are you okay my love? Your very tearful tonight." You blinked shaking your head at him.

"I'm..C-Can I speak truthfully....without?.." he tensed as you trailed off, you wanted to speak freely without consequences. He mulled over the idea unsure if he should shoot you down, he decided against it if he halted you now you may never be honest with him again. He nodded to you giving you his undivided attention as he slowdance with you in the crowd. You took a deep breath unsure if it was the right time to have this conversation. He had given you permision but you will still be careful with your words.

"I'm confused... You confuse me Henry...Being here like this I..."You looked to the other couples wistfully then back to him.

"I want that...I want that love that freedom and...And I...We feel like a couple ,like we could be a normal couple like them ,but you frighten me, the things you say and do and I...I'm unsure of whats right and wrong now...Normal couples don't do what we do they dont threaten spanking's on dates!" he hummed in response mulling over your words for a few breaths, could everythinghave been his fault? You didnt understand the type of relationship he had with you therefor you dont know what he wants from you or what to expect, is that confusion why you were fighting so hard?

"I'd hoped you were finally accepting things now. I'm glad you were honest with me about being confused love and I'm proud of you. We feel like a couple because we are.... But normal? No we are not we are a bdsm couple, we live a bdsm lifestyle which suits both of us. Your mine and I am yours we are soulmates. You are just finally catching up to that and soon we will feel like this all the time, this happiness this relaxed and playful. I know its all still quite new now but soon you will be used to me being your lover, your daddy, your dominant ,your one and only and in time I will be your husband and father to your children. We will be like this for the rest of our lives. I apologize that I'm only just explaining this now and I can see why you were so reluctant and scared going form a normal vanilla and quite innocent relationship to being in this...very strict and quite demanding, sexually fueled one can be daunting. I was just so caught up wishing you would ajust quicker but matters of the heart can't be rushed and now I see that is what I was trying to do. I am content for now. Soon this will be normal, the jewellery the luxury anything you desire will be yours when you finally admit to loveing me back, when you succumb to your true feelings." He moved looking to the others around you then back to you smiling.

"You will be just as happy as them..If not more you will be the most treasured and spoilt woman in the city, the world even I promise and when that day comes you will make me the happiest man on the planet" he moved solidifying his statment with a kiss, a promise he words sounded like vows in itself. You sighed and pulled back he took a deep breath as you did.

"I'm trying I...Its a lot to take in and I'm glad I spoke to you...I think I understand a little more now...Your You dont mean to frighten me you just...Get excited? okay I can live with that...I've never been in love before its frightening" he smiled twisting you around pulling your back to his front holding you close placing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I know you are trying love, what do you think this is tonight? This is your reward for your week of good behaviour. I am patient I will wait for you neither of us are going anywhere. And in the end everything will be worth it you'll see"

You stood stock still freezing as you looked out into the now full restaurant.You spoke as you cast your eyes to the male in the crowd. He was glaring at you making your chest go cold.No. What did he see? What will he think? You dropped you hands from henry's arms your breath was a whisper.

"Stephan?" Henry brought his head up abruptly going rigid he hands wrapping around your waist tighter almost painfull as if you was going to run to the other male. He looked around growling low and dangerous searching for him finally he honed in on him. Was hair dye all someone needed to bypass his men? He seethed as you trembled in his arms he held his breath. Moving closer to your ear.

"You want him? you want to run to him? Do you? You can I will let you but he will be dead before you touch him!" His words were a hot hiss in your ear.

"No...I-I want him gone" the words were out befor you could catch them he hissed in your ear.

"Y-You what?" he turned you abruptly trying to sniff out a lie but you just held his gaze firm he swallowed his mouth going dry he covered his shock well then glared

"We will see...Come lets go see our dear Stephan shall we?" You tried struggled to keep up but he continued storming across the floor toward him. Henry half dragged half marched you through the dancing couples as you staggered in the stupid fucking shoes!. He turned to you slowly as you gained on Stephan who either bravely or stupidly stood his ground. Your heart beat faster tho you was unsure why you were worried but for who you couldn't say.

"Just remember our arrangement and he will leave here alive" you took a deep breath humming in response before hissing out an answer.

"I'm not leaving Henry" After what felt like an eternity to stood face to face with him, the one you could have seen yourself with on the arm of the man you were forced to be with.

"Y/n..." you looked to him blinking slowly

"Leave" you had to do it, to send him away Henry would hurt him. You wasn't sure if you were just saying that or not, maybe you wanted to stay with Henry. But that was a thought for another day.You swallowed standing tall looking straight at him, you will not have this mans blood on your hands and you will not be used by him again you had enough sorting out your own shit and trying to figure out Henry at this point Stephan could go fuck himself you will forget him.

Stephan, Fletcher and Henry all three were the cause of this. It was a mans game and youd somehow become a pawn for all three. You had to choose a side.

"Yes I think you should leave, this is reservation only I'm afraid." Henrys words had a bite to them anyone watching would assume Henry was just dealing with a gate crasher, no one other then the three of you would know how truley volatile the situation was.

"You? No..y/n I'm here for you! To take you back! Please I'm sorry give me one last chance? I love you baby I can't live with out you please?" You froze everything stopped what was he doing? What the fuck was he doing? Making a scene people watched as Stephan made a wild plea for you to take him back. He made a perfect storm, a brilliant and well thought out display.

Henry tensed holding you. You could feel it he wasn't prepared for this. Had Stephan just out witted the king himself in his own building. You held your breath unsure of what to do If he had was there a chance?. Could this be it? Your escape even if you didnt love stephan could you use this ruse to get away? To go into some form of witness protection?

"Ha! Honestly Stephan you think she hasn't heard?" You took a step back to Henry holding his wrist. No you wont take that chance not now. You have to settle, to just accept your lot with Henry for your own sanity. You had only moments ago realised where you stood and now had some understanding of what this was!. And if you was honest with your self you wasn't willing to trust Stephan he was to little to late.

"You've lost your job, your home everything! What could you possibly offer her? Safety? Please" you faltered at Henry's words were all but laughed out mocking. He lost his job? If so it wasn't safe you picked up on the hidden meaning to his words. You would not be safe. Stephan would not be safe. Not if you took this chance.

You placed a hand to Henry's chest and swallowed your throat closed up as tears sprang to your eyes. You looked stephan dead in the eye his face dropped. He knew. Before he could speak another word you gave your answer through trembling lips.

"I-I said leave! Your a liar! You played me I was a job Stephan and I will not be used again...Leave and don't ever come back. I-I'm with Henry now, we are happy and planning a future and I don't need you around trying to ruin what we have." You shuddered tears rolling down your face. Henry pulled you closer, you just hoped Stephan realized that you did this of our own accord, that henry was giving you a choice and the fact of the matter is you chose this beautiful dastardly man.You had to turn away from him tucking yourself into Henry's side.

"You heard the lady, she chose me now leave" 'while you can' those three words went without saying, hanging in the air. Stephan stood his ground trying to plead with you that he had somewhere to take you, somewhere safe but you just shook your head.

"No! I dont want you! I dont need you! Im happy with how things are and I can't believe youxd do this after all this time?!" You were trying to get through that he was to late the damage was done and youd already made up your mind, your reasons were unclear even to you but he doesnt need to know that all he needed to know was that you were staying exactly where you were.

"But baby you don't understand I was trying-" you shook your head at him desperately wanting hi to stop youd made your decision.

"Enough! Stephan...Ive moved on its to late now go! And dont ever look for me again!" You moved wanting those to be your final words. You turned your back on stephan and looked up to Henry and leaned in to him whispered below your breath.

"Make him leave, please daddy" Henry felt a warmth spread through him as you made the request. You wanted him to intervene to make this boy leave. He would definatly help, protect his babygirl. He acted quickly.

"Security! See to stephan here escort him out" you tore your head up watching as three men apprehended him dragging him through the space to the entrance whre he was destined after that you didn't know. You took a deep breath looking around slowly everyones eyes were on you. Henry growled and snapped at them making the restaurant begin the nights festivities. You stood hugging him a few seconds more then pulled you back slowly.

"Good girl...Such a good girl you did the right thing. My little love. The right thing." He pulled you in pressing his lips against yours slowly not forcing anything just happy to let you remain there in his arms. He moved slowly escorting ou back to yur table where a waitress brought out your meal after a few moments.

After the incident you found it hard to relax and only did so once back home. The rest of the night was overshadowed by it dread rolled in your stomach Henry was tense. And that normally meant bad things for you. If henry was angry with you he hid it well through dinner and you both tried salvaging the evening in your own ways. But even hree slices of cheesecake couldnt lift your spirits completely.

Once in the house he slammed the front door it echoed down the halls. You flinched and turned to him But he bypassed you and shouted loudly into the house standing tall shoulders back he was itching for a fight ou could tell he wanted to break somehing. Someone.

"LUKE GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE!" Within a few short moments Luke came running stuttering.

"Hen-Sir I didn't know but we have him in-" he was knocked clean off his feet as Henry swung for him. No warning nothing just one fast powerfull fist connecting with his jaw. You screamed jumping back, the commotion got kals attention as the huge dog came barreling in to the foyer barking and growling on the defensive. You ignored the usually sweet now frightening canine watching the scene before you unfold shaking head to toe. Youd never seen henry hit someone before...not like that, he meant that he wanted to cause real damage then.Once his victim was on the floor he crouched wagging a finger at him.

"Hair dye...Thats all he needed to avoid you....your really loosing your touch about as quickly as I'm loosing fucking patience....This fuck up, your fuck up ruined my night! What was supposed to be our first date down the fucking drain because you let it slip A-FUCKING-GAIN! I don't care where he is, infact I don't want you to tell me but you get the info out of him and release him...Do not kill him" Henry stood at his full height hissing looking to you then clenched his jaw. Brilliant! Fucking brilliant you were shaking in terror just how he wanted the fucking night to end! Not! He sighed running a hand acros his face then looked to the man still on the floor.

"Tell me that you've atleast set the room up for us and this night isn't a complete waste" the man on the floor nodded cupping his jaw that was hanging at a funny angle it looked broken. You tensed Henry was powerful muh more powerull then he looked.Henry sighed he didnt move he didnt want you to bolt.

"Love... I'm sorry I just...i know its scary but you know daddy would never ever hurt you...Not truley, please love stop looking at me like that... Could you come here please?....That's it good girl I'm sorry little one good girl just like that" you moved slowly past the man withering on the floor. And stood before Henry it took everything not to flinch from him as he moved to hold your waist and made his way to the stairs pulling you with him. You didn't fight him, you were scared stiff you doubted that even kal would protect you from his master. He walked you right up stairs to the bed room you winced seeing that things were out...Toys. He moved past you huffing and swearing leaving you to just stand and wait. He made his way into the bathroom tense he was angry, furious even. You shook unsure how to tread it had been a while since he was this angry and you wasn't sure who he was angry at. You, stephan or luke...You hoped it wasnt you.

You leaned on the dresser undoing the buckles on your shoes sighing once the sore soles of your feet hit the cool floor. You looked to the bed the sheets were changed. A dark purple satin with matching pillow cases a single black rose on your side of the bed and petals scattered about the place. It was romantic. Well until you saw the contraptions attached to the chair facing the bed which was intended for you to be placed upon. A large purple cilindrycal arch placed on the seat and..Well there was a very satisfying looking dildo sticking right up in the center and a small bobble textured silicone mat just in front of it, there were cuffs attached to the two back legs of the chair that would make the 'toy' take your weight you shivered unsure if you wanted to do this is he was in a mood. You shook your head best get to work calming him down.

You moved slowly to the bathroom he was hunched over the sink he looked up meeting your gaze in the mirror. you blinked moving behinde him hugging him from behind he froze in your arms hands still braced on the marble.

"Thank you daddy...tonight was fun even if he tried to ruin it" you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He turned abruptly grasping your chin making you look in his eyes.

"You..you had fun..I thought you was upset?" you shook your head at him he sounded angry but you'd thought it was at you aparently not.

"Of course it was our first date...and we had our first dance I just...I wanted you to know that I'm greatfull" he blinked shaking you

"LIES! How could you possibly? you wanted to go with him! to leave me! I LOVE YOU I FUCKING ADORE YOU AND YOU STILL WANT TO LEAVE ME! WHY? WHY DO YOU FUCK AROUND LIKE THIS? WHY DO YOU TRY TO MANIPULATE ME? MAKE A FOOL OUT OF ME IM YOUR LOVER YOUR SOULMATE! IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!" you screamed struggling as his nails broke the skin of your arms."NO!-NO PLEASE I DIDN'T- I WASN'T PLEASE DADDY DON'T!" you cried out loud trying to grab him as he spun you around slamming you to the door making it close with a slam the sound ringing in your ear

"ADMIT IT! ADMIT TO ME WHAT YOU REALLY WANTED! YOU WANTED HIM YOU WANT HIM!" you shuddered as his eyes searched yours but found only tears you shook your head trying to pull back from him.

"P-ple-ease your hurting me..Daddy I'm here with you-I chose you. I-I want you daddy, pl-please let go" your crying seemed to get more out of control as you now struggled to speak breathing was difficult. He blinked your painfull whimpers cuting him deep as he realized he was the cause. It snapped him out of it as he saw that he had infact hurt you he let go taking heaving breaths.

He expected you to run but all you did was stay still sobbing your heart out before him clutching your bleeding arms. he moved a hand to you you managed not to flinch but he could see it you wanted to. You wanted to run from him. He swore and quickly wrapped you in his arms.

"Oh my god my love, my heart I'm sorry..I'm so sorry love please shush its okay your okay...shh shh I'm sorry daddy is here, come here my baby..My sweet sweet girl" he pulled you close and just like that he was soothing you again rubbing your back. you trembled and clutched onto him sobbing he took a deep breath.

"I-I'm s-sorry But I didn't I didn't want to go...I wanted to stay with you...He lied he used me im here..I decided to stay with you" he closed his eyes he knew you were coming around. He was just so angry. At Luke at Stephan and at himself. He had fucked up from word one he knew that. This wasn't the plan. He had so desperatly wanted to make tonight THE night. The meal and danceing having fun then bring you back to a romantic room and make love to you. To get your consent, to toy with you untill you were dripping begging for him and finally. finally spend himself inside you. And wake up tomorrow morning with you wrapped around him happy. tonight was supposed to be the first night of the rest of your lives. the introduction to your new life.but now that seemed the last thing that was going to happen, after manhandeling you like that he was sure you were now going to try and reject him completely. that this whole shit show was going to set the relationship back a good few weeks. you looked up cutely blushing.

"The..The bedroom is sweet...I like the sheets and...And the roses its romantic" he smiled down at you seeing that you was trying to overcome the little spat. He hummed grinning rubbing his hands across your back slowly feeling you unwind.

"You did ,did you? well I shall remember that" you opened you mouth then closed it slowly

"What is it? you looked like you was going to ask something very important then little one" you shuddered squirming under his gaze he noted you rubbing your thighs together.

"W-what is that thing? I-in there on the chair?" he smiled at your innocence and began ushering you to move so he could open the door guiding you out.

"That my love is a gift..For you mostly but I will also get some enjoyment out of it..It is called a sybian...Just think of it as my little babygirls very own rocking horse." he chuckled noticing you froze on the spot, he pressed you forward making you take step towards it.

"It rocks?" Henry laughed moving you closer.

"No my little love it does not rock, I have no doubt however that you will be once your on it...Not tonight tho I've my outburst has ruined our night already" you blinked you couldn't help being curious of the thing you blinked tilting your head, you might aswell start enjoying yourself afterall tonight youd made it clear you was going to stay of your own accord maybe its time to just take a leap of faith.

"No I want a go...And you did say its mine and that youd spoil me tonight...I want to play on it" his jaw dropped. What? Were you seriously initiating sex? It was the first time you'd started anything or even showed any real interest. He gulped looking from you to the expensive vibrator then you again. Could him clarifying your relationship have caused this change? Or was there something more at work, were their feelings involved. He wasn't sure but not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth he smiled nodding making you blush brightly and move forward running the tips of your fingers over the slim dildo inspecting it naively. Oh yes the night was back on track and Henry couldn't be more thrilled.

#henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #mob boss henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill is daddy #daddy henry cavill

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strawberrysoup · 4 years

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Yes, Sheriff || Chapter 3

Sheriff Carol Danvers takes her job of protecting the citizens of her small town very seriously — there are just some that she cares about more than others. A lot more, in fact, and she will take care of her sweet baby girl whether she likes it or not.

relationship: Carol Danvers/Reader rating: Explicit chapters: 3/? length: 3k warnings: Dark Carol Danvers, coercion, manipulation, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat additional warnings: open the read more and CTRL + F, search “content warnings” to skip to detailed trigger warnings at the bottom of the chapter. note: another long wait, but here it is! hope y’all enjoy it. remember to reblog and comment! please.

The barstool was incredibly hard and you found yourself wishing for the 8th time in an hour that you were back at home. Carol had managed to coerce you back to her place for the second night in a row, citing collecting your belongings as the bare minimum necessitating your return. You'd grabbed your belongings immediately, having darted inside and into the bedroom before Carol even turned on the lights. Before you could make an escape back to the car though, she'd been quick to pull you into the kitchen and sit you at her breakfast bar. She was puttering around with something on the counter, 'just real quick' she'd said.

She at least hadn’t touched you since picking you up from the library at the end of your shift—a small blessing after she’d nearly made you cry while taking you to the Town Hall and then did make you cry upon returning you to the library. You prayed she couldn’t read your thoughts from your face, hoping you didn’t blush and betray yourself. She’d forced your legs apart while she drove and used some sort of little vibrator on your clit until you gushed, soaking the passenger seat of her cruiser. It had been humiliating but the pleasure was overwhelming and you’d just started to wail when she pulled into the library’s parking lot.

Carol had been very quick to remind you how lucky you were that she’d forgotten to call Tony about your car, otherwise he would’ve been waiting in the parking lot when the cruiser pulled in. The look on her face had been sincere and soft; you couldn’t even begin to reconcile the ever morphing faces she could exchange at the drop of a hat. She’d run circles around you in the few minutes after that, easily managing to talk you into going to her house later in the evening and she’d gotten that dopey little half smile on her face when you agreed and it gave your stomach butterflies.

"Get yourself a drink from the fridge baby girl, there's wine and some beers," Carol didn't even look over her shoulder at you, too focused on whatever she was stirring on the stove, "probably a soda."

A shiver ran down your spine, nervous at the tone she'd used; it was an order, not a request. You’d gotten so many of those today, most of which had ended in either pain or humiliation. You quickly stood up and crossed to the fridge, grabbing the half empty 2-liter of coke. It was the only nonalcoholic thing in there and you didn't want to end up in the same situation as the previous night. You hesitated for a moment, glancing back towards Carol.

“Which cabinet are the cups in?”

The smile that slithered over the blonde’s lips was both parts coy and apologetic, “the cabinet next to the sink, over my cutting board. You’ll have to grab it, my hands are dirty.”

She took two measured steps back from where she’d been pressed against the counter top, gesturing to the cabinet that had been right in front of her. An icy cold sensation dripped down your spine, your brain immediately kicking into high gear. It had only been a day, but you’d already come to realize that keeping up with Carol meant staying potentially several steps ahead of where you both agreed to pretend you were. It wasn’t that Carol was smarter than you, or more clever, but she had some sort of underhanded cunningness to her. She was methodical and calculated and you had to figure out how far along in her planned progression of this evening she was and what she was steering you towards, so you could avoid it.

“Baby girl,” the exasperated sigh made you blink, surprise widening your eyes, “could you please come grab your cup? I need to finish this up so it can cook while I take you home.”

Heat rose in your cheeks—you were acting like a freak and the Sheriff was obviously getting tired of it, especially since all you were doing at this point was interrupting her evening and delaying your ride home. Maybe you’d made your disinterest clear enough now and she was just ready for you to be out of her hair. You skirted forward quickly, carefully pressing against the countertop to leave as much space between her body and yours. The smallest glasses were on the lowest shelf and you quickly grabbed one from the front. An embarrassing sound escaped you when her hand brushed your ass, on ‘accident’, of course.

On accident.

Your rational brain struggled. You kept accusing Carol of these things in your mind, of trying to manipulate situations or assault or trap you. Sheriff Carol. You kept accusing Sheriff Danvers of such heinous things and it was baffling.

Carol Danvers was the first outsider to move to Burgess to be entirely accepted by the reputable population (which was most people, with the notable exception of some wife-beaters and a couple of folks who’d gotten busted for cooking meth). She went out of her way on a regular basis, literally daily, to go above and beyond her duty to help the town. You knew for a fact that just today she’d taken Ms. Bea to the grocery store—the older woman’s son was out of town for a few days for a wedding and had asked around to see if anyone could help his mother during his absence. Carol had immediately taken the responsibility, according to Paul. You knew this because you’d gone to school with Paul and he’d called you after hearing about your breakfast date.

Unbeknownst to you, Carol was watching your internal struggle with a wary eye. The same argument had played out before her multiple times today, where you tried to reign yourself in or change an instinctive behavior. It was interesting—you had an incredibly strong gut instinct and it was trying its best to direct your attention to every suspicious thing she’d done. But you had trained yourself to be rational over the years and Occam’s Razor was a wasp stuck in your ear, whispering that it made more sense for you to be misinterpreting the situation rather than her actually having insidious intentions.

The coke was slightly flat when you poured it but you couldn’t have cared less. All you wanted to do was keep her happy for the next ten minutes while she finished whatever it was she had going on.

“That’s a lot of sugar this late in the evening, don’t you think?” Her voice broke you out of your reverie and your shoulders scrunched up, embarrassment coursing through you.

“Yeah, probably,” you murmured in response, shifting to dump about half of what you’d poured down the sink; whatever it took to make her happy for the next ten minutes, you could deal.

“Good girl.” The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, “sit down and relax, I just need a few minutes.”

Returning to the barstool hurt your ass and your soul. The waiting was agonizing. You finished your drink relatively quickly and found yourself absently watching the glass reflect light while she continued to putter around. Your attention peaked when she put a lid on the pot and started washing her hands.

“You should go grab your bag, I’ll be ready in a minute,” she called over her shoulder and you immediately darted out into the living room, shifting the strap over your shoulder and standing next to the front door.

Carol was only a few seconds behind you, grabbing her keys off the table by the door and opening it for you. Thor was outside again, likely having worked a similar shift to Carol, and was mowing his lawn. The blond’s exchanged waves but you barely noticed, swiftly stepping up to the passenger side door before stopping patiently. It took a second before you realized she’d stopped moving too and was instead just standing there, smiling at you.

“Uhh—”

“Sorry baby girl, I spaced out a little,” she shuffled into your space, one hand curling around to the small of your back while she opened the door with the other, “watch your head.”

This would hopefully be the last time you ended up in Carol’s cruiser. She’d called Tony after returning to you the library and he had arrived sometime in the afternoon to tow away your car. He’d couldn’t make any promises but assumed he should be able to fix whatever was wrong tomorrow. Luckily Monday was your day off and you didn’t need to be anywhere you couldn’t walk to.

“You have my personal number right, in case you need a ride anywhere?” The blonde asked, once again featuring a brutally sincere smile, “I wouldn’t mind hearing from you, even if you don’t need anything.”

“I-I’ll keep it in mind,” your eyes flashed from her face to the road ahead apprehensively; thank God she’d waited until the ride was more than half over, there was no way you could hold a convincing conversation while your heart raced so fast it almost made you dizzy.

“I’ll walk you up to your door,” Carol had gotten out and was on her way around the front of the car before you could respond beyond a nod, opening your door and holding out her hand to help you up, “is that Mr. Taylor?”

Your eyes followed hers as she pulled you to her feet, finding your neighbor puttering around in his yard with the last vestiges of light from the day. He’d owned one of the local bakeries and you had practically grown up on his pastries.

“Yes,” you swallowed when Mr. Taylor seemed to notice you both, waving kindly from across the way with the blonde returning the gesture.

“Alright, up you go,” she ordered with a smile, one hand settling onto the small of your back to nudge you up the steps to your porch, “I’m gonna wait until I hear the lock.”

It was so thoughtful your brain swirled. Was it thoughtful or was she pretending? What kind of idiot were you to think she was pretending?

“Have a good night, Carol,” you offered the parting words quietly after stepping over the threshold, “thanks for your help.”

Help was kind of a stretch, if you were being honest with yourself. It had been one of the most stressful days you’d had in ages and you were so tired, all you could think to do was grab a bottle of red from the kitchen and take it to your room. You weren’t hungry but the wine would help you make it through your shower because no matter how exhausted you were, there was no way you could go to sleep feeling as dirty as you did.

Luckily you managed to get through the whole thing on your feet, occasionally reaching out through the curtain to grab the neck of the wine bottle and take a swig. The combination of the alcohol and steam enhanced your drowsiness and you yawned, quickly rinsing off before getting out of the shower. You barely managed to squeeze some of the water out of your hair before collapsing into bed and almost immediately passing out.

Carol had arrived home by the time you fell asleep, moving quickly to empty the 2 liter of coke down the drain. She’d put a carefully measured amount of rohypnol in the bottle, knowing she’d be able to monitor the amount you imbibed. It had seemed to be just barely starting to kick in when she’d walked you up to your door, your eyes not quite as focused as usual. It wouldn’t take long before you were firmly knocked out for the next 10 to 12 hours.

She’d been on edge the entire time you’d spent in the kitchen, having no idea if you would follow the steps she’d set out in her head. You were very intelligent but had been conditioned by small town living, as most people had, to operate on the belief that everyone was inherently good unless proven otherwise. Carol learned it was hard to manipulate someone who outmatched her in intelligence, even with the social handicap offered by societal expectations.

The empty coke bottle was filled with bleach and water before she threw it in the trash, the cup you used receiving the same treatment before going into the dishwasher. It was unlikely that Carol would ever come up as a viable suspect but she wouldn’t take the risk of not destroying evidence. She passed the next few hours cleaning, turning all of the lights out around 11 pm. Thor’s went off not half an hour later and she took that as her cue; he’d seen her arrive home after dropping you at your place, it wasn’t an alibi but it did lend credit to her story.

The nice thing about the way the houses were arranged in Burgess was the trees that surrounded most properties; it was so windy that the trees were necessary to protect the houses from damage. They provided excellent camouflage as Carol silently walked to your house from hers, winding between branches and making a mental note that she needed to be encouraging people to clean up the debris that had fallen. No need to potentially feed another fire.

The lights in most of the houses were out and Carol avoided the ones that weren’t. It extended her walk a few minutes, especially when she had to go wide around Mr. Taylor’s house. It was easy to break the lock on the backdoor though, even as new and well maintained as her baby’s house was. The blonde dropped her head back on her shoulders as soon as it closed behind her, sighing in relief. It was incredibly unlikely anyone would see her but it was still an adrenaline rush—she hadn’t been involved in such delinquent activities since she was a teenager.

The house was cute, just like her girl. There were little rose accents in the classic little farm house kitchen, lace pillows and curtains in the living room, fairy lights trailing up the banister to the second floor. It was also very obviously rarely used; there was no wear on the floors, no clutter, the refrigerator was practically empty and the pantry looked similar. The only evidence she saw of her girl was the cork from a wine bottle on the kitchen floor, just shy of the trashcan and a purse hanging next to the front door.

Carol hummed quietly to herself as she roamed, grabbing a knife from the block in the kitchen and wandering into the living room. The first thing she did was cut up the sofa and arm chair, ripping out the stuffing and repeating the action with the throw pillows. She scooped every row of books off each shelf on the many bookshelves in the living room, leaving the books in piles at her feet. The pictures and knickknacks went with them, some shattering against the hard wood floor.

Her baby wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, no matter how much noise and Carol took advantage of that by knocking a flower vase off a side table. Water and glass went everywhere, the sound jarring in the silent house. She grabbed the purse off the hook and tipped the contents out, stealing the wallet from inside and dumping the rest on the floor. The main floor was mostly for show and she continued up the stairs, where she could already hear soft breaths coming from the bedroom.

She was passed out face down on her bed, a towel somewhat wrapped around her body. Carol smiled, it was too easy and she was thrilled by her baby’s current state but focused on destruction first. She grabbed the jewelry off the dresser, pulled out and emptied all of the drawers. Her attention got caught on the top drawer, filled with panties and bras and socks. That one was left in the dresser, but Carol made sure that her rummaging was noticeable and stole at least three pairs of panties. She took a few more ‘valuables’, anything that looked like it might fetch some cash at a pawn shop that was also easy to carry, before turning her attention back to the lovely little drugged up baby girl in the bed.

The towel was dispatched quickly and Carol smiled at the sight of her still reddened little ass. It had been a lasting spanking and the blonde enjoyed seeing the results of her labor.

“Spread your legs baby,” she cooed into the silent evening, easily shifting y/n until her knees were tucked up under her torso, spread wide for the best angle, “let’s take some pretty pictures, huh?”

Carol must’ve taken a hundred pictures; some with her fingers seated deeply in her baby’s pussy, some with her fingers breaching that tight little asshole. The pièce de résistance being the fifteen minute long video the blonde recorded after turning y/n onto her back, leisurely riding the younger woman’s face until it was dripping with Carol’s arousal. She had to be careful when she started to cum, forcing herself not to smother her baby with her cunt—she couldn’t get carried away.

“That was good baby girl,” she murmured reaching between her legs and scooping her cum onto her hand, spreading it on her lips and tongue, “I’ll be the first thing you taste when you wake up. You’ll be the last thing I taste before I go to sleep, sound fair?”

Feasting on her baby’s pussy wasn’t nearly as fun when she wasn’t awake to thrash and cry at the overstimulation and mind-blowing orgasm. She made her cum twice anyway, forcing herself not to lick up the mess dripping from her pussy. Her baby girl would wake up in the morning with her own cum dripping out of her, naked and spread wide on the bed. All of Carol’s cum and arousal was beginning to dry on her pretty face, sticky and shiny in the light of the moon.

It would be hard to stay in bed until she received the phone call, that her baby’s house had been broken into and burglarized and she had potentially been assaulted. There would be no viable evidence, no fingerprints or unexplained hairs. The cum smeared on her baby’s face would be washed away in panic the moment she noticed something amiss, washing the evidence down the drain. Even if something did make it back to the station, it would obviously pass her desk. Maybe she’d set someone in town up to take the fall, like that shitty mechanic Hammer who’d scammed her when she first moved into town.

All she needed was the rose colored glasses to remain for a little longer, to mislead her baby for a few more weeks.

That was all it would take, after all.

content warnings: non-consensual (all of the following) somnophilia, vaginal and anal fingering, face riding, cum play, drugging, nudes, manipulation.

#carol danvers x reader #dark!carol danvers x reader #dark!carol danvers #dark!carol danvers fic #carol danvers fic #dark!mcu #will reblog with tags list asap

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chaoticcute · 4 years

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Can you do a Diego x male reader from umbrella academy Angsty please

Another anon request came in! Yay!

Again I am hopefully good at this because let me just say I suck at writing x male readers so...I’m sorry if this is horrible anon!

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Knifey Mcstabbins

Diego x male reader

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Death, Language, Angst. Mentions of rape, I dunno if Fluff counts as a warning but it’s fluffy at the end.

I think that’s it.

This takes place in S.1 sorry anon if that’s not what you wanted I haven’t seen season 2 yet

Plot: While investigating a case, you hear something, once you find out where it’s coming from you end up getting shot by the commission. Klaus is set free however you end up in the hospital, Diego worries for you and doesn’t leave your bedside

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There you were walking along the pavement. You made sure to keep your steps silent as to not startle anyone who could be lurking around. Your eyes slowly searching the perimeter, fingers set at the grip of your gun. You take a breath in then out then back in and you hold it, mentally counting the seconds until you slowly and silently let out another breath.

Was coming here without back up stupid? Possibly, but you were so close to finding the bastards that not only trashed Griddys but also killed that poor mechanic, and you didn't want to waste the opportunity.

Taking another deep breath inward, you slid your gun from its holster then round the corner. You find nothing except an empty walkway.

Fuck!

You survey the area around you, this time checking behind you just as a precaution before returning to take steps forward. Your hand wrapped around your gun,

That's when you hear it.

Thunk, Pause.

You stopped dead, your heart suddenly kicking into high gear but you didn't move. Not yet.

In..Out...In..Ou-

Thunk

You listened closely, finger drifting to the trigger as you turned on your heels. Raising the weapon you made your way toward the motel room, only to hear the agonizing sound that followed. Pain and panic all put together in a mass of tears, no doubt it was a hostage, that or it was..well.. You didn't want to think about that.

Pulling the walkie up to your lips, you glanced at the door. Listening as the sound started to cease, your voice soft as you spoke

”Urgent matter, I repeat urgent matter. The suspects have been spotted, possible hostage inside.”

Nothing but static followed for a moment before you heard a voice.

”Wait for back up Detective.”

You rolled your eyes thankful that whoever was on the line couldn't see you. You were known to be a tad bit stubborn and lacking when it came to impulses, somehow you still managed to pass the Academy.

Gritting your teeth you waited for another response but when you found none you sighed. This was bullshit! Whoever was on the other side of that door could be dying or worse and sitting here waiting for backup wasn't going to get you anywhere.

Making your way to the front desk, you quickly entered only to find that the room was empty. Cursing under your breath, you shook your head, it seemed like as luck would have it you would be doing this a different way than you had expected to. Chewing at the inside of your cheek you hopped over the counter before ripping the key from its place on the wall. Praying no one saw you, you hurriedly made your way back to the room.

The silence from before was enough to make your heart drop. The idea that you might have waited too long was horrifying but as you opened the door, you took a breath in.

1 2 3 Out

You took silent steps, gun raised. You didn't want to take the risk of being heard but what you saw inside was both relieving and terrifying.

A man, whom you could only assume was the one trying to get your attention sat bound by duck tape in a chair next to the table. Tears spilling over in his green eyes. You glanced at his familiar face then knelt down next to him, a knife sliding from your boot to your hand. You raised it to your lips, silently shushing him then cut the tape.

Heart raging in your chest you pulled the tape away from his mouth, a sudden realization hitting you.

Klaus had been the one they kidnapped, in hopes that Five or the others would come for him. You cringed at the thought of what they had done to him but as he went to speak you pressed your finger to his lips. ”Are they here?” you asked so quietly you were sure you might have just mouthed it.

Klaus nodded and you lowered your finger, keeping quiet he inclined his head toward the bathroom, with a slight smile you signed a quick thank you then you motioned for him to run or at least hide.

Klaus took no time to follow that instruction as he grabbed the briefcase from the vent and bolted.

He was such a dork.

Knife and gun at the ready you slowly took a few steps forward, however, as you entered the bathroom you were met with a burly man in a blue suit. Your face darkened, ”Drop the gun.”

The man followed your orders, both hands raised as he went to drop the gun, but as the gun touched the floor, you heard another being loaded.

You cursed, then you sighed.

”Are you really gonna shoot me?” you asked not taking your eyes off of the man in front of you.

”Unless you know somethin’ gimme one good reason I shouldn't.” the voice behind you was feminine, the slight sass to her voice was enough to make you snicker.

”Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?”

The man’s eyes flickered behind you, footsteps approached a gun pressed to your back.

”We’re looking for someone.”

”Aren’t we all?”

Your eyes still stayed on the man in front of you, but once you heard no response from the woman behind you, you smiled.

Without warning, you turned, and with a fluid motion, the knife in your hand soared through the air and from the man screamed as it pierced his hand pinning him to the wall.

You turned to the woman now, eyes narrowed

”Did you really think you sonsofbitches could get away with this?” you asked, anger rising into your tone.

The woman in front of you smirked and shook her head, then all at once your entire world flipped.

Gunfire

Agonizing pain as you fell to the floor, then everything went black.

Your eyes slowly opened when you heard a familiar beeping. The uncomfortable hospital bed underneath you was enough to make you groan slightly but as you went to move your hand you felt another at your own.

You turned your aching head toward the owner of that hand and nearly blushed as you saw your boyfriend sitting beside you. His fingers laced with yours,

”Hey Knifey.” you said, your voice gentle

Diego didn't respond, in fact as soon as his eyes met yours you felt your heart skip a beat.

”Are you expecting me to apologize, cause I'm not going to.”

Diego squeezed your hand, a clear sense of anger to his brown eyes as they met with yours.

”You could have died Y/N, didn't you think about that?”

You were taken aback by his comments, wasn't he saying earlier that you should try this his way? You rolled your eyes and pulled your hand from his,

”You said try things your way. So I did! ”

Diego rose from his seat, ”I said my way not nearly getting yourself killed.”

”How the hell was I supposed to-”

Diego cut you off, rising from his seat.

”You should have waited,”

”So now you're backtracking, Do things your way now I should have waited? What the hell Diego at least I fucking got them!”

”You got one of them, but you, You got shot!

You paused, you could hear the anger, the pain in his tone. He was probably up near half the night, checking on you every second, every chance that he got. He was worried about you.

You glanced at your bandaged shoulder, small bits of blood staining the once white gauze around the wound. You were lucky, to say the least, thankful they missed their shot as if it would have hit any lower...You might not be here.

”I’m sorry.” you said finally, you didn't want to admit you were wrong and normally that took a bit longer to come to, but fighting over who was wrong or right at the moment wasn't important. The fact that you were alive and the fact he was worried. Is what mattered.

Diego sighed, crossing his arms. ”I..I Ju..just don't know what I would have done..if you had.” he faded at the last word, he didn't have enough courage to even speak it instead he pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled shakily.

He didn't normally cry, you knew that. The only things that you knew of that could make him cry were his mom, Klaus, and you.

You were added to that list the day you two became a couple. He always said he’d die for you, and you for him but you didn't think it would be so literal. You looked up at him, ”Diego, babe I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just jump in. I just...I wanted to..I wanted to bring the bastards down. They killed your mom.”

You hesitated, bringing them down meant nothing more than vengeance if you died though so was it really worth it? You bit down on your lip.

”I know you're upset and you have every right to be. I...I put myself in harm's way.I didn't think about it. I thought that maybe if I brought then down. You'd be happy, you'd be proud of me.”

It was then you saw Diego’s eyes flicker up to you. ”I am happy, Y/N..” he paused, is that what you thought. That he wasn't happy? That he wasn't proud of you?

He took his seat next to you again, your fingers at his lips as he kissed them.

“Y/N,” he began “I’m so sorry if I made you think that my happiness had to be somehow in someway earned. That In order for me to be proud of you, you had to take down two criminals that if I wanted to I could have just taken down myself..I am so proud of you, you were so brave for doing what you did and I love you. I love you so much Y/N and..” he paused again tears forming

“I’m sorry..”

You placed your hand in his again before tugging toward yourself, he pulled himself into the bed next to you your head resting at his chest.

“It’s okay, “ you whispered back, tracing designs into his shirt. His arm wrapped around you, head against the pillow. You smiled “How long has it been since you slept?” There wasn’t an answer and as you looked up toward him, his eyes were closed. Sleep seeming to take him.

Turning your head toward his hand that was resting carefully over your wound you winced softly thankful for the pain meds that were working through you. You kissed his knuckles before resting your head back against his chest.

“Sleep well, Knifey Mcstabbins.” You yawned allowing yourself to return into a blissful sleep.

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A/N: my brain is jelly. I’m tired so I am so sorry if Diego is somewhat OOC it wasn’t my intention. Thank you again for requesting this anon, I did my best at the whole angst thing but I’m so sorry if this sucks.

Hopefully you enjoyed this though and if you liked this please don’t be afraid to ask for more! Love you all

Love L.M.O

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sanders-sanctuary-au · 5 years

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"I- If you are g-going to kill me, please-" The borrower sobbed once. "please just make it quick."

Meeting Maddie

Sanders Sanctuary Masterlist

Word Count: 2,702

Content Warnings: Cages, treating a person as a pet, allusions to abuse

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Sometimes, Maddie wished she had been born in captivity. In one of those breeding farms she’d heard whispers about, or to a pair of “lovebirds” in a pet shop. If she had been, she probably wouldn’t have ended up here, gripping the bars of her carrier to keep herself from tumbling around helplessly while her master slipped through the crowd. She had half a mind to yell up at him to be more careful with the cage, but thought better of it. The bruises she got from being jostled in her cage were far more preferable than whatever punishment her master could come up with for her insolence.

“Okay, little fly, we’re here,” said the human in question.

Maddie barely had time to brace herself before greasy fingers wrapped around her and she was pulled out of her enclosure. She forced herself to remain still; her master didn’t like it when she squirmed.

“This is where the Scorpion crew is outfitted. Their shipment is set to come in sometime in the next month. You know the drill.”

“Get in, get the info, get out,” Maddie replied listlessly.

“Don’t disappoint me, little fly,” her master warned, giving her a sharp squeeze for good measure.

Maddie bit her tongue to keep from crying out, letting out a sigh of relief as she was finally set down. With one last glance at the human behind her, she turned and slipped into the Scorpion crew’s lair.

Yeah, she definitely wished she’d been born in captivity.

Sure, if she had been, she’d have spent her whole life belonging to somebody else, to someone that would treat her as a lesser being. She never would have known what it was to go where you wanted when you wanted to, or eat and sleep and live on her own terms.

She never would have known freedom.

But she also probably would never have been caught by a gang of drug dealers on a borrowing trip gone wrong or be forced to spy on some of the most dangerous people in the city’s underground. She wouldn’t have spent the past two years wondering if she’d done good enough work to be fed, or hoping that the gang members would decide to ignore her for the night rather than push her around for their amusement. Being a pet was bad, but almost anything had to be better than this, right?

Maddie poked her head around a corner, and sucked in a breath. There they were, the Scorpion gang. Her master’s current biggest rivals in business. And it was likely they’d stay that way, unless he could figure out how to get ahead of them somehow, which was why Maddie was now here, skirting around the edges of an abandoned warehouse, trying to catch the drop-off location of their next shipment of product so that her master’s men could get there first.

From the tone of their voices, Maddie could tell they were talking about something important, so she slid up behind a crate near the group and hunkered down to listen.

“-do you mean not on schedule?” a man Maddie assumed to be the leader demanded. “Martin knows our timetable.”

“Well, the flooding upstate doesn’t care much about the timetable. The truck won’t be here ‘til Friday, Martin says there’s nothing he can do.”

Anger flared in the man’s eyes, and Maddie found herself ducking even lower. It wasn’t often she was glad to be so small, but now, anything that could keep her out of the gang leader’s gaze was a blessing to be sure.

“Somebody better have good news for me today,” he growled out. “Because if one more thing goes wrong, then I am gonna-”

“Boss,” a new voice cut in, and all heads turned towards the entrance. “Some man is here to see you. Says he’s here to deal with the “little problem” you’ve been having?”

“Oh, yes,” the boss sighed, sounding bored. “Send him in then.”

Maddie peaked out from her hiding place to see a tall man wearing dark clothes. She’d seen a lot of odd types in her time working in the underworld, but this had to be the first time she’d ever seen someone wearing an actual hooded cloak. His face was hard to see under the folds of fabric, but his very presence made her feel somehow uneasy.

“Good afternoon,” he said in a smooth voice, inclining his head slightly towards the leader.

“Let’s skip your pleasantries, shall we?” the gang boss said dryly, then waved a hand at one of his men.

The goon stepped forward, and Maddie realized with a start that he was carrying a cage that held a trembling tiny inside. As they drew closer to the man, the tiny whimpered, trying to press themselves against their cage wall and further away.

“P-please,” Maddie heard the tiny beg. “Please don’t! I can do better, I promise! Don’t send me to the Shadow Man!”

Maddie’s heart skipped a beat. She knew about the Shadow Man, how could you be a tiny working in the underground and not? The threat that hung over all of their heads if they failed to please their masters. The mystery man who collected broken, worthless tinies. Anyone who was given to the Shadow Man was never seen again.

“Don’t bother anymore,” the gang leader said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve proven that you’re worthless to me. I don’t want to deal with you for another second.”

Maddie watched helplessly as the poor thing was passed over, the Shadow Man pulling a cage of his own from beneath his cloak and unceremoniously dumping the shaking tiny inside. The Shadow Man slipped the cage back beneath the folds of fabric and nodded to the gang again.

“It’s been a pleasure, gentlemen,” he said, turning and heading back towards the exit.

“Now then,” said the boss. “Let’s get back to–”

”Wait, what the hell is that?” one of the men interrupted, and Maddie yelped, realizing that the thug was staring right at her.

She didn’t think, she just turned and ran, knowing even as she did so that it was no use. Sure enough, she’d barely made it a foot before a hand clamped down around her, knocking the air out of her lungs and pinning her arms at her sides. She kicked and struggled, but it was no use; she was well and truly caught.

“What the hell?” the boss repeated, staring at her. “Where did that thing come from?”

“I dunno!” the human holding her insisted. “It must’ve been hiding behind the crate here.”

“Really now…” The leader narrowed his eyes, and Maddie squirmed under his gaze. “Now why would it do that. Anyone could see there’s no food in here.”

He leaned close, then suddenly plucked the borrower up by the back of her shirt, eliciting a sharp yelp.

“So that begs the question. What are you snooping around for?”

“I-I’m not snooping,” Maddie gasped out. “I swear, I’m not, I-”

“No…no, I know what you are,” the boss said with a snarl. “You’re Tony’s little “good luck charm,” aren’t you? I should’ve known he would try to cut into my profits.”

“N-no, I d-don’t belong to anyone,” Maddie tried to protest, but she could see in the leader’s eyes that he didn’t believe her.

“I’ve had enough of this,” he grumbled, almost to himself. “I’ve told him to back off so many times, I warned him there’d be consequences. But he just wouldn’t listen.”

He hoisted Maddie up higher, so she was eye level with him, and she did her best to bite back a whimper.

“Maybe losing his precious little fly will send the proper message.”

Maddie began to well and truly panic then. Anything that gang leaders came up with for “sending a message” was something she wanted absolutely nothing to do with.

“P-please,” she started, not even sure what she was going to say to convince a man like this to let her go. Though as it turned out, she wouldn’t get a chance to say anything more.

“Excuse me,” the silky smooth voice from before said, and all heads turned to see the Shadow Man, still hovering at the edge of the room. “If you’d like, I could take her off your hands.”

No, Maddie thought desperately. No no no, anything but that.

“Why?” the boss asked, narrowing his eyes. The Shadow Man simply smiled his chilling smile.

“Oh, come now. You know how I conduct my business. I am always willing to take unwanted tinies. No fuss, and no questions asked. And it sounds to me like that one is very unwanted indeed.”

The leader hummed thoughtfully, then frowned down at Maddie.

“Unwanted, for sure. But we need to send a message to its owner. We won’t be tolerating this kind of behavior.”

“I understand that perfectly,” the man said with another of his slight bows. “But don’t you agree that sending your rival’s tiny to the Shadow Man is about as strong of a message you could send?”

For a few agonizing moments, nothing was said as the boss mulled it over. Then, he gave a curt nod, and held Maddie out towards the Shadow Man.

Maddie was dropped into his waiting palm, and before she’d properly registered the change, she was dropped again, this time into the cage stowed beneath his cloak. The landing hurt less than she’d expected it to; to her surprise the bottom of the cage was padded, but it was a small comfort. She glanced at the other tiny, unsurprised to see them still trembling in the corner. They were in the same boat now, the two of them.

Completely doomed.

———

Deacon sighed in relief as he buckled his cage into place before starting up his car. That had been a close call with the kid in the gang’s hideout, it was lucky for her that he’d happened to be there just as she was discovered. He shuddered to think of what might have been done to her if he hadn’t been able to get her out of there.

He glanced into the cage as he drove, frowning slightly at the sight of the two borrowers huddled inside. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how to make this part less uncomfortable. He’d tried talking to those he rescued from the shadier parts of the world, but the change in demeanor only seemed to terrify them further. He wanted them to know that they were safe, but he just didn’t know how until they set foot in the sanctuary for the first time.

After an unbearably quiet drive, the awkward trio finally arrived at the entrance to Thomas’s farm. Deacon smiled to himself before reaching over and unbuckling the cage, sliding it out of the car as gently as he could.

“Okay,” he murmured as he walked the borrowers up to the front door of the farmhouse. “Welcome to your new home.”

He made his way into the living room and set the carrier down on the coffee table. He bent down to open it, then gasped at what he saw. One of the borrowers was lying unmoving on the cage floor, and Deacon quickly scooped them up and hurried out of the room, carrying the small figure close.

“Larry!” he called as he rushed into the infirmary. “I just brought this one in. Some drug dealer had them before, and I don’t know what he did to them, but now they’re unconscious. Can you-”

“Here,” Larry said, holding out his hands, and Dee ever so carefully eased the little borrower into the vet’s waiting palms. He hovered for a moment, making sure Larry had things under control, before heading back out to the living room. The other new borrower had to be pretty confused by now, and Dee wanted to make sure she was okay too.

“Hey, I’m back,” he said as he entered the room. A quick glance revealed the girl was still crouched in the corner of the cage, and he sighed to himself. “Didn’t mean to run off and leave you like that, sorry.”

He crouched down so he’d be closer to eye level with the small girl, and was sadly not too surprised to see her crying softly.

“Hey,” he said again, trying to make his voice as gentle as he could. “Look at me for a sec. Can you do that?”

She raised her head, her eyes puffy and red and her cheeks stained with tears.

“I- If you are g-going to kill me, please-” The borrower sobbed once. “please just make it quick.”

“Oh…no, I…no one’s going to kill you, I…” Dee sighed as the girl sobbed again and buried her face in her arms. “Okay. This is what I’m going to do. I’m gonna leave, alright?” He stood up and backed away. “You can come out of the cage, or stay in it if you want. It’s up to you. But I’m going to go away, and send someone else in to help you. And don’t worry, it won’t be a human.” He smiled softly. “It’ll be a borrower like you.”

And with that, he stood back up and left the room once more, smiling to himself as he caught a glimpse of the girl’s surprised face as he left. Maybe he wasn’t the best at comforting them when they were new, but he didn’t need to be. He just needed to make sure they were safe. And Deacon knew for a fact that there was nowhere safer they could possibly be than here.

———

“So let me get this straight,” Maddie said slowly, her hands wrapped around a little clay cup of tea. She’d never had tea before, and she was rather enjoying it. “This Thomas got a big house and a bunch of money from his aunt. And what he decided to do with it was…build this place?”

Maddie looked around at the room, taking in the blend of human and borrower sized furniture arranged so that the two groups could sit together comfortably.

“Yep, that sums it up!” Patton responded with a grin, taking a sip from his own cup of tea. “He’s been running it for close to four years now! The Sanders Sanctuary is a place where all borrowers, regardless of upbringing, are welcome to live free lives if they want to stay!”

“So…the Shadow Man…” Maddie said slowly, and Patton smiled.

“…is our friend,” he affirmed. “Deacon goes out and he finds borrowers who are especially at risk in illegal operations and he gets them out. The whole ‘Shadow Man’ thing was really an accident, but it meant that people started approaching him with borrowers they wanted to get rid of, so we all sort of just went with it.”

Maddie stared at him, trying to wrap her head around it all. Less than an hour ago, she’d been convinced she was going to die. Now, she was sitting on a borrower sized chair, across easily the most cheerful person she’d ever met, a cup of tea in her hands and a plate of cookies in front of them, being told that she didn’t have to worry about being safe ever again?

“Kiddo, you okay there?” Patton’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she nodded.

“Yeah, I…it’s just a lot to take in,” she admitted. “This morning, I woke up in a locked desk drawer and hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning…I think this is gonna take some getting used to.”

Sympathy was written all over Patton’s face, and he pushed the plate of cookies towards her, urging her to eat another.

“I understand,” he said quietly. “Most of us here, we’ve all had hardships. We’ve each got our stories to tell, some like yours, some different. But there’s one thing we all have in common.”

“What’s that?” Maddie asked around a mouthful of cookie, and Patton smiled.

“We’re safe here, kiddo. I promise, no matter what else happens, you’re safe here. Okay?”

Maddie swallowed, then glanced around the room again before her eyes fell back to Patton. Slowly, carefully, she returned his smile.

“Okay.”

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A/N: SO! I hope you all enjoyed my completely self-indulgent fic about how my OC Maddie arrived at the Sanders Sanctuary. If you’re at all familiar with my fic Our Own Villain, then you’ll have noticed several nods to Maddie’s origins and her life in Roman’s realm. I’ve had a blast putting my sweet little child (she’s 13, btw) into this universe. And yes, Patton basically is going to adopt her, bless him XD. Credit for the idea of Dee as the Shadow Man of course goes to @ukaia, from their fic for this verse The Shadow Man, read it if you haven’t, it’s very good! Thank you guys for reading!

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tinygoof · 5 years

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Dumb bad stupid She-Ra shrink fic

As Catra stepped into her quarters and the door shut behind her she let out an agonizing, drawn out, pained sigh of utter frustration and contempt. She'd spent the last 3 weeks trudging around Etheria Hunting for first ones tech and battling the rebels. And all she had to show for it was a mountain of busted horde bots, a headache and some new bruises. She slumped down against the wall and sighed again feeling every little ache and pain. Both physical and mental. Of course Scorpia had been along with her the whole time and so Catra had been forced to endure her incessant running monologue and rantings about every little thing. "I need a break." She mused to herself. "I need to just unwind. Get my mind of everything for a bit". As she sat there slumped against the wall she saw something sitting under her bed. A golden bottle with a Red bow. She got up and walked over to her bed, reached under and grabbed it. A note was attached to the bow it read: "Happy birthday Catra! I realized I didn't know what your actual birthday was so I just decided hey why not? Better late then never! Or early. Either or. Anyways enjoy this bottle, its that REAAALLY good stuff from Brightmoon. -Your bestfriend in the whole wide world, Scorpia XOXOXO" It was a bottle of Brightmoon brandy. Scorpia had gifted it to Catra a while ago. At the time Catra just stuffed it away under her bed and forgot about it. But now she decided it might be just what she needed. "I guess a few sips couldn't hurt. The horde wont fall apart if I take the night off." She said aloud justifying it to herself more than anything. She pulled of the cap and took a swig. The Brandy Burned as it went down but left a pleasant sensation on the tongue afterwards. "Oh yeah. This is DEFINITELY worth a few sips." she said and took another swig. "Maybe even more than a few."

A half hour and quarter bottle of brandy later and Catra was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face. Happy to not be thinking about anything in particular. just thew warm, pleasant feeling in her chest. Then her communicator beeped. With a groan she rolled over and checked it. It was Entrapta. Catra reluctantly answered. "Ugghh what IS IT?" "HEY CATRA! I NEED HELP WITH AN EXPERIMENT!" blared the excited voice of Etrapta. "I've finally assembled my prototype reduction ray and I--" "Okay great why do you neeed ME?" Interrupted Catra. "Well I need to test the effects on biological matter to measure the energy coefficient levels in relation to--" "Okay okay FINE I'll send Lonnie, Rohellio and Kyle over will that work?" "YIPPIE! Yes of course! The more the merrier!" shouted Entrapta. "Greeaaaat" groaned catra as she shut off the call and dialed Lonnie. A few seconds later there was an answer "Hey catra whats up?" came Lonnie's inquisitive voice. "Entrapta needs help with her latest ermm... thing. You Rohellio and Kyle go help her and do what she says. Got it?" "What? but tonight--" "No buts! that's an order!" with that Catra cut the call and lay back down in her bed. Catra contemplated simply turning off her comlink so she wouldn't have to suffer any further interruptions but realized after a while they'd just come looking for her and everyone knew where her quarters were so that would only be a temporary solution. So she decided to go for a walk and leave her comlink behind. And bring the bottle with her of course. "I think i'm in the mood for some mouse hunting" Catra thought to herself. Truth be told she hadn't gone hunting for mice since she was a little kid. It WAS admittedly kindof silly and childish but she decided that's exactly the sort of thing she needed at the moment. She got up making sure to take off her comlink and grab the brandy bottle and strode out of the room with a grin from ear to ear.

"So what exactly did Catra say were helping Entrapta with again?" Asked Kyle. "She didn't. All she said was Entrapta's working on something and we gotta help her. That's it" Replied Lonnie as the trio entered Entrapta's lab. Kyle Lonnie and Rohellio had been planing to spend the night unwinding after the recent battles but Catra's call had put an end to that and the hope of a peaceful night for them. "Okay but its not DANGEROUS right? like its probably just moving some crates or something." Asked Kyle turning to Rohellio, who in response merely shrugged and grunted. Entrapta's lab was a dark mess of tangled wires, stray machinery and equipment. In the center of the mess was Entrapta herself. Fussing with panel attached to a large raised platform in the center of the room. "Hey uh Entrapta?" Called out Lonnie. Entrapta turned to face them. "Hi guys! what are you doing here?" She asked cocking her head to the side. " Uhm Catra said you needed our help with something?" "Help with something? Hmmmmm Oh yeah that's right! The reducer!!! Perfect your're just in time! Go stand over on the platform. "Uhm okay sure thing." said Lonnie in a weary tone of voice. The three of them stepped up onto the platform. "Uhmm now what?" Asked Kyle with a slight whine. "Oh you just stay there and stand still. As long as you don't move too much you should be fine!" Called out Entrapta as she dashed across the room to go fiddle with another panel. "Out of curiosity what happens if we DO move too much?" "What? Oh you'd most likely be disintegrated. Its about a 68 percent chance." Entrapta's reply caused Kyle's face to turn pale and even caused Rohellio to shuffle back nervously. "Well what is this thing actually SUPPOSED to do Entrapta?" Asked Lonnie audibly worried. "Oh I thought it was obvious. Its a reducer. It reduces things. Makes them tiny! Well here goes nothing. Cross your fingers!" As she said this Entrapta pressed one of the buttons on the panel next to her. Before any of them could protest all three were enveloped in a blinding white light.

Kyle, for a moment felt a sense of weightlessness. He briefly realized that he was flying through the air until he abruptly and roughly hit the ground and skipped a few feet before skidding to a stop. He had landed on his back and was looking up at the ceiling. Not the ceiling of Entrapta's lab however but the hallway outside it. The blast had thrown him clean out the door. After laying there for a moment to catch his breath he sat up wincing from the pain and called out "Agghh, I don't think its working very well!" His vision was a bit blurry and it took a second for everything to come into focus. However once it did he realized to his horror that he was wrong. Entrapta's device had worked VERY well. Besides being thrown through the air the reducer had had functioned just as intended, as Kyle now stood just over three inches in height. Everything now seems colossal. The walls towered like mountains and the floor of the hallway stretched out like an open plateau. Before he had any time to think about his predicament Kyle say a group of Horde soldiers nearby coming down the hallway towards him. He was about to call out to them to ask for help but before he had the chance he had to dodge the first one's boot which narrowly missed him as he lept out of the way. Unfortunately this put him into the path of the second solider's boot, which kicked him center mass and for the second time in the last few moments Kyle was sent careening through the air. This landing into a nearby trash disposal chute. As he slid down the chute to what he assumed was his inevitable demise Kyle screamed at the top of his lungs in absolute terror.

Catra now about a third of the way through the bottle was having the time of her life. Once she'd left her room she had made her way to the best place she'd found as a kid to hunt mice. The junkyard. It was a massive trash disposal area in the lower levels of the Frightzone, filled with all kinds of refuse and scrap. No responsibilities, no annoying underlings, no orders to give; but most importantly home to countless tasty mice. She delighted in stalking past the piles of scrap, waiting for the moment when an unsuspecting mouse appeared and she'd pounce to catch it. So far she had gotten 3. Catra was about to call it a night and head back when she heard rustling in a nearby trash pile. And decided that there was no harm in one more. She quietly made her way over to pile she heard the rustling come from. Of course at this point in her decidedly drunken state, "quietly" meant only bumping into one or two things rather then knocking over an entire trash pile. After making her way over she thought for a second that shed lost the mouse but before she gave up she heard more rustling and saw a messy tuft of brownish blonde fur sticking out from behind an old rusted sheet of scrap metal. It was slowly moving around it and coming towards her. She smiled as she realized all she had to do was wait for the mouse to come around the corner and it would be right in front of her. "This must be one stupid mouse" she thought to herself. She crouched down and waited to pounce on her unsuspecting prey.

Kyle considered himself incredibly lucky to have survived the trip down the chute and thankfully had landed on a pile of torn oily rags and not jagged metal. He still however, had to deal with the serious issue of being stuck alone in the horde's junkyard and a mere three inches tall. After a few minutes having a minor panic attack coupled with an existential crisis he finally managed to compose himself. He figured he only had one option to try and save himself. And to do that he had find his way out of the junkyard and get back to Entrapta and hope she could fix him. After a few minutes of trudging through piles of trash making very slow progress and dirtying his usually light blonde hair he almost buried himself by accident when he caused a (comparatively) large pile of trash to fall over when he misplaced his footing. After another narrow brush with mortal peril he decided he wouldn't take any chances if he could help it. Just as he decided this he rounded the corner of a large piece of scrap metal and much to his bewilderment found himself a few inches away from the large grinning face of Catra. She had a feral glare in her eyes. Kyle was so stunned that he couldn't think of what to do or say in the split second before Catra lunged at him.

Catra only had to wait a few moment for the mouse to round the corner. When it did she didn't wait for it to have a chance to run off and quickly lunged at it headfirst, mouth wide open. The mouse didn't even have time to try to get away and Catra felt it hit her mouth and quickly clamped shut her jaws enclosing it inside. She leaned back and once again smiled from ear to ear. She could feel the mouse struggling inside her mouth and she giggled a bit to herself at the sensation. She noticed though that this mouse tasted and felt quite different from the others. It felt oddly shaped and tasted more like a salty, oily piece of plastic. She was worried that perhaps she had also grabbed a bit of trash when she got the mouse but only for a moment. She was too sloshed to really care all that much about it. She shrugged and tilted her head back in preparation to swallow and was going to wash it down with another swig of brandy. Just before she did however she could have sworn she heard someone call out her name. She couldn't tell what direction it came from but it definitely sounded like her name. She knelt down behind a nearby scrap pile. Drunk as she was she would still feel incredibly embarrassed if someone found her stalking through trash piles hunting for mice. "Better get rid of the evidence then" she figured as she once again tilted her head back to swallow her prey. But once again she heard her name called out once again. And this time as odd as it sounded, she was almost certain she knew where it had come from. It had come from inside her mouth! Confused beyond all reason as to why a mouse seemed to be shouting her name Catra held out her palm and spat the mouse into it. What Catra was not expecting was that instead of a mouse in her hand. She instead seemed to be holding a tiny person. "This stuff must be stronger than I thought" she said to herself aloud. She blinked several times expecting something to change but no matter how many times she did, she still saw the same thing. A disheveled miniature person in the palm of her hand. A person that looked remarkably like.... "Kyle?!" Catra half asked, half yelled. "Is that YOU?!"

#she-ra #she ra #she ra catra #g/t #fandom #fanfic #giant tiny #kill me #giant #giantess #why did i write this #oh thats right cus a friend pressured me to #definitely gonna delete later #oh my lord this is so bad #chapter 1

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waddingham · 5 years

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11 and david/patrick :D

11. “Wow, you look…amazing.”

(as soon as i read this prompt it sounded 100% like sarcasm so ill bet you can guess which of these i wrote first lmao anyway !!!! any excuse for some wedding fluff!)

Finally, they have a moment alone.

The entire morning has been bustling with activity; last minute this and don’t forget that. He’s ready to scream when Patrick appears in the door of his room, clearing everyone out with a single command.

David watches as his room empties out until he can finally lay eyes on Patrick.

His groom. The thought sends butterflies through his center.

Patrick crosses the room to him. They had decided on a simple light gray suit for Patrick that fit so well David couldn’t wait to take it off of him. His hair has grown out just enough to curl. He’s all put together with dark navy tie and cream rose boutonniere, topped with an aura of happiness so bright he is practically shining.

He is an absolute vision and David’s heart skips at the sight.

“Wow. Patrick, you look…wow.”

Patrick smooths his tie with one hand, the other sinking deeper into his pocket as he smiles bashfully. “May I remind you you’ve seen this suit before? You helped choose it.”

“Yes, but…this is…” David’s mouth twists as he tries to put into words how stunning he looks. “Amazing. You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” He says it softly with great fondness in his voice. “Now why aren’t you ready?”

“Because no one will leave me alone? I just need my tie and rose.” He spins around to grab his tie. When he turns back Patrick is only a step away, reaching for the tie.

“May I?” Patrick slides it from his hands and lays it over his forearm as he reaches up to lift David’s collar.

David watches Patrick’s face, intent on his task. A little crease appears between his brow as if he were touching up a Michelangelo.

David’s suit, of course, is traditional black, but the tie is pale gray to match Patrick’s suit. Patrick had suggested a dark blue boutonniere to match his tie, but David was insistent on roses and unnaturally colored flowers are, apparently, tacky and unacceptable.

Patrick finishes the tie and smooths David’s suit, then takes the cream rose and pins it to his lapel. Patrick steps back to take him in. He presses his hand to his lips as he looks at him. He smiles wide beneath his fingertips as he nods vigorously.

David strikes a dramatic pose for him and Patrick laughs.

Patrick steps to him again and takes David’s face in his hands. “I’m so glad I only have to wait –” he makes a show of looking at his watch-less wrist – “10 more minutes to marry you.”

David grins wide, “How lucky for us.”

ii.

“Wow, you look…amazing.”

“Okay. Thanks so much,” David starts to close the motel door in Patrick’s face. He must’ve gotten the story from someone, either Dad’s long-winded, self-exonerating version or Alexis’ mocking, not-very-explanatory version. Hopefully, it was Stevie’s moderately accurate version…

Patrick puts a hand out and steps in, not needing much effort to stop David’s half-hearted shut out. “Babe, relax. You’d be gorgeous in clown makeup.”

“We’re gonna bring that up right now? Really? When I look like I live in a dungeon?” Patrick suppresses a laugh. “If you think you are being supportive in this trying time of mine, the door is right there.”

Patrick drops his grocery bag on David’s bed and turns to him, gripping his hips and pulling him close. David tries to back away. “I don’t think… is this contagious?”

“No, it’s not contagious,” Patrick says. David relaxes into his embrace, letting Patrick kiss him carefully.

“What’s in the bag?” David peeks over Patrick’s shoulder.

Patrick spins and starts pulling things out. “Some poison oak soap, ice cream, Ivarest, calamine lotion.”

“Really buried the lead there. What flavor?”

Patrick lifts the calamine lotion in his hand. “Calamine.”

David just glares at him and swipes the ice cream off the bed. Moose tracks. God bless this man.

“Thank you.”

Patrick kisses his unblemished cheek. “Of course.”

iii.

“Patrick, Patrick, Patrick,” David breathes against his lips, their noses pressed together swallowing each other’s moans, gasps, sighs.

David pulls back enough to take in Patrick’s face and the sight undoes him. Patrick is glowing, neck taut and lips parted. His eyes are dark chocolate and hooded, his brow creased.

David stops moving and Patrick whines softly, “Babe?”

“Hold on, hold on,” David lifts up and gazes down at him, breathing heavily.

“What is it? Are you okay?” Patrick presses his hand to David’s cheek.

David nods, “I’m just – you…” He takes a deep breath. “You’re amazing. You – you look amazing.”

A smile lights Patrick’s face as he pulls David down to kiss him.

iv.

“Let’s go get breakfast.”

Every week David blesses the small town tradition of stores being closed on Sundays. The first strings of sunlight are pouring through the window, spilling across Patrick’s duvet and the stray uncovered leg. They’ve both woken early and lay tangled together, watching dust motes float through the light.

David nuzzles into Patrick’s collarbone. “Should probably stay in. After last night, by the time I get myself presentable it will be dinner time.”

Patrick pulls out from beneath David to look at him, side by side. He pretends to scrutinize him from his hair to his collarbones. David rolls his eyes.

“Well,” he leans across and kisses his forehead, “after careful consideration,” then his nose, “I think you look amazing.” He closes his lips over David’s twisted grin. They both let the kiss linger, having the entire day to kill.

“I should hope so, because all of this,” gesturing to his wild hair and hickeyed neck and naked torso, “is your doing.”

Patrick grins at him. “There are literally no circumstances under which you would not be the most beautiful person on the planet. That’s just a fact of life.” The sincerity of his voice undermines the teasing smile on his face.

David is unable to hold back a million watt smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’ll buy you a stack of pancakes and a chocolate croissant if you can be ready in 5 minutes.”

David squeezes his eyes shut as though the decision agonizes him. “Fine.”

Given the word, Patrick leaps up and sprints toward the bathroom yelling, “I get the bathroom first!”

“Asshole,” David calls as he rolls his face into Patrick’s pillow.

David was very, very right in looking forward to shedding Patrick’s suit from his body. The sight of his groom, tie gone, shirt buttons half undone, rose still pinned to his coat is a sight to behold. “Babe,” he says, looking at him from the edge of the bed where Patrick has just sat down. “You’re my husband.”

Patrick goes a little soft. “I am,” he says, taking David’s hand. “And you are my husband.”

David sits next to him and kisses him gently, holding his face in his hands.

“It looks very good on you. The whole husband, marriage, lifetime commitment thing,” Patrick says it jokingly but he’s right; David is lit from within, smile more glorious and shameless than Patrick has ever seen.

“You should see yourself,” David says, looking him up and down appreciatively. “Amazing.”

Patrick gets even more antsy at his look, “So were we gonna consummate this marriage or –” He cuts off with a laugh when David pushes him back onto the bed.

#@#david x patrick #ask #Anonymous

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fanficimagery · 6 years

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Imagine heading to breakfast one morning and finding notes scattered all over your breakfast area. You think nothing of them until you spot the box where more notes reside- the box being addressed to you. The mystery snowballs and all your friends take great pleasure in reading the "love notes" and figuring out who your secret admirer is.

Requested by WriterGirlme. It's not exactly what you wanted, but I did what I could.

Harry X Reader

Arm in arm with Luna, the two of you practically skip down the halls towards breakfast. Trusting the eccentric blonde, you keep your eyes closed while yawning as you follow her lead. You had never been a morning person before finding out you were a witch, and to this day in your Sixth Year you still have trouble waking up.

"Ravenclaw plays Gryffindor today," Luna suddenly muses. "Will you wear a lion hat with me?"

Your lips twitch. "Does it roar?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Merlin I love your creations. Of course I'll wear one."

"Thank you." A few moments pass and then, "Eyes open or the nargles will happily trip you down the stairs."

As you open your eyes, you find Ginny and Neville rounding the corner from the opposite way, talking and laughing. "Hey, little red. Nev." You greet. "How are you two always so chipper this early in the morning?"

"Food," they say in unison.

Your nose scrunches up. "I love food as much as the next person, but I rather wake up to eat it at lunch time. Or have a party and eat snacks all through the night, not wake up at the arse crack of dawn."

Neville splutters. "Arse- what?"

Ginny laughs. "Muggle saying. Come on, Longbottom, keep up. We've known Y/N for how long now? You should be used to her muggleborn slang."

"Urgh. I hate mornings. Why are there so many stairs?" You complain as you take it one step at a time. Your friends all laugh at your misfortune and the moment you're off the stairs Neville is quick to catch you by the arm to keep you from dramatically collapsing. You sigh. "You just couldn't let me injure myself, could you? I could've napped in the infirmary."

When the four of you get to the Great Hall, Neville and Ginny drag you and Luna towards Gryffindor's table. Everyone usually sticks to their own House table, but you and Luna were the exceptions who enjoyed eating your meals with the lions.

Neville and Luna split off from you and Ginny, they sitting across the table from you. As Ginny pushes you down onto the bench, you grumble at her before staring forward. "Not only am I awake earlier than I wish to be, but now I gotta clean up my area too? You Gryffindors are a messy bunch."

There's a shoe box turned on it's side, spilling it's contents right in front of you. The crumpled pieces of parchment have been smoothed out and then folded, and you don't give it a second thought before you attempt to sweep it all aside.

"Wait!" Neville stalls you. "The box is addressed to you."

"What?"

Luna smiles, she righting the box and turning it so you can read the lid that has your name written across it. "Y/N," she reads off. "And there are even more notes inside."

"Notes?" You glance at the pieces of parchment, watching as Ginny plucks one up off the table and unfolds it. "They're notes?"

"I didn't get to speak with Y/N today, but we all watched as she pushed Neville into the Lake," Ginny reads. "She has a really great laugh. Merlin this is adorable.”

Neville grins. "Are these- are these love notes?"

"They're.. something," Ginny says as she picks up another one to unfold.

"Can you guys not," you groan, a blush staining your cheeks as you scoop up as many notes as you can to shove back into the box. "If these are all about me, they're private."

"Careful, Y/N," Luna says. "The wrackspurts are starting to multiply around you in your flustered state."

"Y/N blushed over something that git Malfoy said. I hate him, but Y/N blushes really pretty."

"Aw, Neville. Not you too."

"What's going on?"

You whirl around and sigh at the sight of Hermione, and then grin at the sight of the still sleepy Harry and Ron just at her back. "Hey, guys. Can you please tell these morons, not Luna, that invading my privacy is not cool."

"Invading Y/N's privacy is not cool," Harry says without batting an eye and dropping into the seat next to you. "What's this then?"

"Love notes," Neville muses. "Care to read one.. or three?" You sigh again and snatch a note from Ginny to drop into the box.

"How sweet," Hermione gushes at your back. Harry tenses at your side and Ron starts grabbing for food to load his plate with.

"Er, love notes? Aren't those supposed to be private?" Harry wonders as he slowly loads his own plate with food.

"Well I'd have liked them to be," you mumble. "But someone left them scattered on the table for me to find. Neville and Ginny are just being prats."

"Oh listen to this," Hermione suddenly says. "Either Y/N was gravely ill today or she faked an illness to nap in the infirmary again. She's so smart." The whole table chuckles and you groan. "Well whoever this is, they know you well enough. Actually," Hermione trails off, her brow furrowing as she studies the piece of parchment in hand, "this handwriting looks really familiar."

Snatching the note from Hermione, you drop it in the box and secure the lid on it. Then pulling it down under the table on your lap, you say, "Well if you remember who it is, tell me. Until then, the notes are off limits." Harry then seems to sag at your side and you glance at him, grinning. "Don't worry, HJ. There will be no girly feelings oozing all over your breakfast. Now pass the marmalade, will 'ya?"

"That was never a concern, Y/N. And here." You accept the marmalade from Harry, bumping him with your arm in thanks.

The rest of the day and then the rest of the week is spent dodging all conversation about the mysterious love notes, you trying to mostly put them in the back of your mind. Word spreads about the mystery and you have to threaten the 6th year girls in Ravenclaw tower to leave the box alone or suffer an embarrassing hex. But on the days you find yourself having a hard day and not even Luna's antics can cheer you up, you open the box and read a note to lift your spirits.

So far, the best note read, "Y/N gives great cuddles." That note alone led you to believe you knew who the mysterious note writer was seeing as you only fell asleep on a few trusted individuals and woke up cuddled to even less, but that- it was impossible. There was no way that he, of all people, had a crush on you and wrote you cutesy little notes. No freakin' way.

And not only that, but he was constantly busy with Quidditch and trying to stay alive.

As you got older, holidays in your household became less and less exciting. Even more so when your parents found out your were a witch because to them having magic was the absolute best gift, and no amount of other material gifts could hold a candle to that. And seeing as you were an only child, your parents had no excuse to go all out for a holiday which they hardly saw fit to participate in. So while your parents booked a two week cruise, you wrote to your friends to see if you could spend the holidays with them.

Ginny wrote you back immediately, offering you a place with her family. So after explaining to your parents you'd be spending the holidays with friends, they gave you a bit of spending money before sending you on your way.

"I can't believe you're here." Ginny drags you into a hug the moment you step out the floo. "Fred and George have the best fireworks planned for New Years. Neville and Luna will be joining us then."

"Oh good. I almost felt bad when Neville wrote back I could spend time with him and his Gran too, and then had to decline. I had gotten your letter first."

"Lucky us."

Being dragged into the kitchen, you're wrapped up in another hug by Mrs. Weasley and ordered to sit while she dishes up some lunch. And it's as you're eating that Ginny slyly brings up your love notes, and has her mum hanging off her every word.

"Do you know who he is, dear?" Mrs. Weasley wonders, eyes bright with excitement.

"I.. might have an idea." You shrug. "But he's so out of my league, Mrs. Weasley, and I don't think-"

"What? Who?!" Ginny demands. "You didn't tell me you knew."

"I'm not positive, Gin, but-"

"What's this we hear, Gred? Y/N has a secret admirer?"

"Pretty sure that's what these notes mean, Forge." The twins walk into the kitchen, one holding a very familiar box in hand and a note sitting open atop said box.

"Oi! Where'd you get those?" You ask, heart hammering. "They were in my bag."

"A bag which you left very vulnerable in the other room," George muses.

"Urgh." Stomping over towards the twins, you snatch the box back. "You two are the reason why I'm glad I'm an only child."

"Stop pouting, love," Fred grins. "Georgie and I are here to help because after reading the disgustingly, yet very sweet notes, we've come to the realization that we know exactly who wrote them."

"Mhm. The atrocious handwriting was a dead giveaway."

"Please don't. I really rather have him come to me and confess. If I'm right, then he didn't mean for these notes to come into my possession which means someone did it against his wishes."

Both Fred and George hold their hands up in mock surrender when they see just how serious you are.

"Have it your way, short stuff. But if you need-"

"Nope." You cut off Fred. "I'm good."

"Okay then." George and Fred turn to leave, but before they let the door shut George turns back around. "Just so you know, Harry's gonna be spending the holidays with us too." He winks, Fred laughs, and you groan.

"He's the least subtle of you Weasley's, I swear."

A moment passes, then two, and Mrs. Weasley gasps. "Does this mean that Ha-"

"Yes, Mum. It does." When you glance at Ginny, you can't help but roll your eyes at the too smug witch.

Holidays with the Weasley's and Harry was both fun and agonizing. Fun because you actually spent the time with people who were as excited as you were for Christmas, and agonizing because the twins set out their enchanted mistletoe in almost every doorway.

Then the night of Christmas, after many laughs and gift exchanges, the younger crowd hang around while the adults go to bed or back to their own homes. The moment Mr. and Mrs. Weasley disappear into their room, Fred and George whip out the drinks.

"Now that mum and dad are locked in tight for the night, it's time we bring the real drinks out." George passes out glass tumblers while Fred fills them halfway with Firewhiskey.

You groan when you see it. "I knew I should've stayed with Nev."

"Buck up, Y/N. We're playing Never Have I Ever." Ginny smirks and you glower at her.

"I hate you. I didn't tell you about that game so you could con me into playing with the evil gits you call your brothers."

"Oi!"

"Not you, Ron. I was talking about Fred and George."

"Hey!"

Harry snickers at the twins' expressions of mock outrage and you sink into the lumpy cushions of the couch while leaning into Harry's side.

"Am I the only one who hasn't heard of this game?" Ron meekly asks.

"It's a muggle game," Hermione explains, grinning. "Everyone has a drink in hand and one by one someone says never have I ever and continues on to say something they've never done. If you've done it, then you take a drink."

"Okay, but what's the purpose of this game?"

"To get sloshed, little brother. Keep up." George muses.

"Oh. I'm first!" Ginny practically dances in her seat and you roll your eyes. Anything coming out of Ginny's mouth is bound to have everyone or at least a majority of the group taking a drink. "Never have I ever had an erection."

You and Hermione snort so hard, the both of you then erupting into raucous laughter that Harry and Ron immediately try to stifle as to not wake up the parents.

"Low blow, Gin." Fred says while he and George happily take a drink. Ron and Harry, however, awkwardly sip their own drinks amidst the laughter. "My turn. Never have I ever had a menstrual cycle."

The boys all chuckle as it's your, Hermione, and Ginny's turn to drink.

"Never have I ever kissed a girl," you grin. All the boys sigh and drink.

"Never have I ever kissed a boy."

You gasp and turn to your left. "Et tu, HJ?" You take a drink along with Ginny and Hermione.

Harry chuckles. "Ginny started it."

"Never have I ever had a crush on a Professor," Ron then says. Again you, Hermione, and Ginny take a drink. Fred too. Ron's eyes narrow. "Who?"

"Lupin," all three of you girls say before giggling into your glasses.

Fred smirks. "Minnie." George rolls his eyes as if it were no big news.

"Never have I ever failed a test." Everyone turns towards Hermione and glares as everyone but Hermione takes a drink.

George cracks his knuckles. "Alright. My turn." He pauses and everyone seems to hold their breath. "Never have I ever.. had a crush on anyone in this game."

Ginny groans and your gaze darts to George, glaring. He seems all too happy with himself, as does Fred. And then one by one, the participants start taking their drinks. Ginny first, who shrugs when everyone glances at her. "What? It was First and Second Year. I'm totally over it."

Ron and Hermione glance at each other before quickly looking away, they too taking their drinks. You and Harry drink together, your gazes finding one another as you chuckle nervously.

Everyone takes turn after turn, secrets coming out that has the group giggling and swearing each other to secrecy. You don't know how long it's been, but you then startle awake when the twins start finding places to hide the Firewhiskey bottles. Stretching, you realize you had fallen asleep on Harry's shoulder.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Harry." You sleepily smile as you snuggle underneath his arm that had somehow found it's way around your shoulders. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing much. Just that Hermione's had a sex dream about Snape."

"Gross."

"Ron too."

You shake with suppressed laughter, grinning madly. "That's too much info. And info I'm never going to let him live down."

"The twins won't either. They had to cast a stronger silencing charm with how much we laughed. I'm surprised you didn't wake up."

"What can I say; you make a very comfortable pillow."

"Alright, love birds. Time for bed. Don't want mum to catch you cuddling downstairs." George is far too smug about something and Fred is grinning down at his twin's side.

You and Harry slowly move apart, and as you turn to stand you find that you're stuck. Harry too from his surprised grunt. "What did you do?" You immediately blame the twins, glaring up at them, but all they do is glance up, pointing. "Fuckin' mistletoe," you grumble.

"Have fun, kiddies." Fred waggles his fingers in a wave. "We'll just head on upstairs and give you two some privacy. Ginny went through a lot of work stealing those notes from the trash, so don't let her hard work go to waste."

"I knew it!" You shout, suddenly wide awake. The twins flee upstairs and you sigh when you realize you can't go anywhere. Then looking to Harry, you find him avoiding your gaze and the tips of his ears burning red. "Don't look so bummed, Potter. I've kind of known for a while now and haven't made a big deal about it. Have I?"

That catches his attention. "How'd you know?"

"There was one note that said I gave great cuddles, which thanks for that by the way." You chuckle and Harry seems to lose some of his tension. "At school there's only a handful of boys I feel comfortable enough sleeping around, and even fewer that I'll fall asleep on. Neville has high hopes for Luna, Ron only has eyes for Hermione when Lavender doesn't have her tongue down his throat, and you.. well I was kind of hoping it was you."

Harry's eyes widen behind his glasses. "You were?"

"HJ," you laugh fondly. "You seriously didn't know I had a crush on you? I've fancied you since Third Year!"

"You never said anything!"

You shrug. "You were always busy dodging Voldemort's poor plans to assassinate you. And when you weren't, you were trying to figure out things with Sirius or making heart eyes at Cho and-"

"I do not make heart eyes."

"You totally did," you muse. "But yeah, you get my drift. Hopefully."

Harry gapes before shaking his thoughts clear. "So why didn't you confront me sooner?"

"As I said, I had hoped it was you. I wasn't positive and I wasn't about to make a fool of myself if I’d been wrong. You could have written those notes and then got over the crush. I don't know."

"I didn't. Get over the crush, I mean." Smiling at him, Harry nervously clears his throat.

"Just kiss her, you tosser!"

"Yeah. Free yourselves for more mobility."

"Just so you know, after you snog me senseless I'm going to murder those two."

Harry grins as he leans closer, his eyes darting to and from your eyes and mouth. "I'll help."

When your lips finally meet, it's like a weight has been lifted off your chest. Then when his hand cups the side of your face and your heads tilt to accommodate one another in the new angle, Harry surprisingly takes the initiative to deepen the kiss.. and it's pure bliss.

Oh yes, Ginny and the twins were going to pay. But maybe later. Much, much later.

#fanficimagery #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry x reader #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #luna lovegood #neville longbottom #ginny weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #molly weasley #imagine

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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Chapter 19; The two outsiders

And here is where things take an interesting turn as we are introduced to two new characters which I will provide gifs for face cast since I haven’t told you guys who they were gonna be played by. Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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It had been a year since that day and slowly but surely, I got use to the new arm and Bucky was right there by my side if I ever felt insecure of it or needed a little pick me up. We had also received a facetime message from my mother about her progress in finding all of Klaue’s former business partners. She told us that she was down to the last few but these ones have been proven to be the toughest since they were located in Moscow, Russia, but she hoped she would come home to us soon.

She also explained to us mainly to Bucky about the suit she had rescued him in. Apparently shortly after she left Wakanda for the first time, she settled down in South America for several years and the place she lived in was having some problems with thieves and black market people coming in and stealing not only their supplies and food but some of their women and children as well.

In that moment, she had brought to life the Legend of the “Jaguar Warrior” to the village and defended their keep for almost 10 years until finally the threats stopped and the village was once again at peace. When the village didn’t need her anymore, she left South America and that’s when she found herself in Kamar Taj.

But soon something else would happen in Wakanda that would change myself forever.

Bucky was training with some of the warriors while I was training with the Dora Milaje practicing my bow staff and speak skills when we suddenly got a call from Okoye who was traveling with T’Challa scouting the perimeter of the kingdom. Bucky and I walked towards each other and activated our watches and soon Okoye’s image came up.

“Barnes, (Y/n)”.

“What’s going on Okoye?” I asked.

“We’ve found a couple of intruders in the jungle, you need to come right away”.

“Any idea who they are?” asked Bucky.

“I think the real question is what they are? Take the Eastern passage, it’s the quickest way to where we currently are at, and (y/n) make sure you are in wolf form when you come”. She then ended the message as both Bucky and I looked at each other confused.

“What’s that about?” asked Bucky.

“I don’t know, but it sounds like we don’t have much time, climb on quick”. I phased into my wolf form and Bucky mounted on my back as W’Kabi handed Bucky a spear and soon I took off running out of the sanctuary and into the jungle taking the East passage just as Okoye instructed.

When we arrived, we saw T’Challa in full Black Panther gear and Okoye fighting against these mutated animal/human hybrids. T’Challa was fighting off what looked like a hyena and lion while Okoye was fighting off against a gorilla.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered.

‘I don’t know but right now’s not the time to discuss this, help T’Challa while I help Okoye’. I took a running start before leaping into the air letting out a mad snarl as Bucky leaped off my back and tackled the lion humanoid and I got onto the gorilla hybrids back and bit down onto its shoulder.

The gorilla let out an agonizing roar while Okoye stabbed her spear right into its heart killing right then and there. T’Challa scratched across the lion’s face much like he did to me back during the Civil War while Bucky punched the hyena square in the face and with that they two of them suddenly ran off whimpering in fear.

“Uhh—okay someone wanna tell us what’s going on? What were those things?” Bucky said.

“We have no idea, hopefully when we get back home we can—”

“Help! Somebody help! Help!” A voice cried out from the jungle. I lowered my head in a snarl as I stood in front of everyone then I said through my collar.

‘Slowly step out from the bushes and put your hands up where we can see them!’ Soon coming out of the bushes were two men. One of them had short black hair, he stood about Bucky’s height maybe an inch or two shorter and was skinny but lean and he had some muscle on him and it was good he had it for leaning against his side was another man with long, curly like black hair that reached his shoulders, a hidden scar along his left eye and well built in muscle.

All over this guy’s body he had wounds probably from those creatures and he was bleeding badly. The man holding the wounded man said to us.

“Please help him…..he’s gonna bleed to death”. I phased into my human form and said.

“What happened here?”

“We got lost, we thought there was a village or a town nearby and then out of nowhere those things attacked us, my buddy Rauri tried to save me but those things overpowered him, please—he’s gonna bleed to death”. I turned to T’Challa and Okoye who only looked at me with suspicious eyes.

We were now on the ship flying back to the sanctuary and Okoye muttered to us saying.

“This is a bad idea”.

“In a way I agree but as King I am responsible for anyone who comes into my kingdom, and if anyone is injured then it makes them my responsibility, especially now since we’ve opened up our borders to the world”.

“But T’Challa we still don’t know about those creatures, what if they are a threat to our kingdom and now that they’ve got our scent they’ll be able to track us faster” Okoye stated worriedly.

“She’s right T’Challa, animals can smell ten times stronger than you humans, and since those things were also technically human, if there are more of them out there, we could be facing another war on our hands”. I said as I leaned against Bucky who was sitting on the couch.

“We’ll keep them long enough for his friend to recover, then once he is we’ll treat them as invaders to our lands, as King that is my final say in this matter”. With no other choice, we agreed to T’Challa’s decree and we continued on our way back to the sanctuary.

In the lab, we wheeled Rauri in and Shuri said to her brother.

“Oh another broken white boy for me to fix then huh? I swear big brother I better be getting paid for this”.

“I am your brother I don’t need to pay you”. T’Challa stated. Shuri then flipped him off but went straight to work on Rauri. The man who was friends with Rauri asked us.

“Is he gonna die?”

“Be patient and don’t talk so loud” Shuri stated as she got the vibranium and began to play it along Rauri’s wounds which healed them right up. Once she was done she said, “He’ll live, given time and rest, there is so much that Vibranium can do for these wounds”.

“Now then, why don’t we go upstairs and talk Mr.—”

“Connor, my names Conner”. T’Challa, Okoye, Bucky and Shuri left the lab leaving me to look after Rauri for a bit. As I sat down beside him I got to have a closer look at him and saw his facial features.

Perfect chiseled face, dark stubble along his face, hidden dimples and his scent was intoxicating and seductive to my nose.

I reached out and brushed away a stray strand of his raven black hair and imagined if he spoke with the same accent Connor did, what color his eyes were and what his voice sounded like.

Wait what the hell? Snap out of it (Y/n)! He’s an outsider and could be a potential threat to Wakanda, both of them could be! The last time you let someone into Wakanda, you lost an arm, don’t make that same mistake again!

*3rd Person POV*

A couple days later, Rauri woke up to see himself in a lab of sorts and almost went into a panic attack when someone came up to him and said.

“Don’t even think about it! I just had my lab fixed, I don’t want to repair it again”. Rauri looked around and said in a thick Irish accent.

“Where am I?”

“Wakandan sanctuary, you’ve been unconscious for 2 days, I was almost beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up”.

“Who are you?”

“Names Shuri, and you white boy are in my lab in my brother’s kingdom of Wakanda, you’re lucky to be alive with those wounds” Shuri stated as she prepared him a glass of water. Rauri slowly sat up and said.

“I don’t feel very lucky, my friend Connor and I got ambushed by those Chimeras”.

“So that’s what they’re called, what exactly are they?” Shuri asked as she handed Rauri the water.

“Big nasty sons of bitches with terrible breath,” he took a sip when he stated, “Wait—there was a She-wolf”.

“A She-wolf?”

“Out in the jungle, a black she-wolf who turned into a beautiful woman, and she saved my life”. Rauri said. Shuri grinned and said.

“I think you might’ve hit your head a little too hard my dear white boy. I would suggest getting some air but don’t speak of any she-wolf for you won’t find one here”. Shuri spoke jokingly at first but by the end of her statement, her voice changed from joking to dead serious. With that being said, Shuri left the lab leaving Rauri to himself.

Rauri left the lab and walked outside for the very first time in days. He breathed in the fresh air and took in the warm sun when he heard a familiar voice call out to him. He turned to see his friend Connor running up to him and the two boys smiled and hugged each other before talking over each other.

As the two of them walked around the Black Panther sanctuary, they soon came upon the training grounds and Rauri soon saw a familiar face of the woman he had seen back in the jungle for a brief second before blacking out from his injuries.

(Y/n) was training with some of the men and easily over-powering them and kicking their butts with just her official Dora Milaje spear and her own two fists and feet. As Rauri and Connor both stared at her, Rauri felt this sudden connection with her that made his heart skip a beat almost.

“What a woman” he muttered.

“Yeah mate, she’s a real fighter that one” Connor said to his friend as he clasped his hand to his shoulder.

*1st Person POV*

After beating W’Kabi and his tribe in combat, I heard T’Challa’s voice say to me in his native tongue.

“You keep this up, I may have to retire my whole kingdom and just let you fight my wars”. I smirked and said back in Wakandan.

“You’d have the whole world trembling before you if they found out about me”.

“Indeed”. He said to me in English as the two of us stood side by side. “My sister relieved Mr. Williams of bedrest”. I turned to see both Rauri and Connor standing side by side looking at us and I said.

“He’s up and walking already? If it were me who attacked him he wouldn’t be moving for at least a month if not be dead already”.

“Now (y/n) I know you have more intuition with your animal instincts but there’s no need to pick a fight with them already”.

“There’s something not right though, not just the fact that they’re outsiders but their scent isn’t completely human”. T’Challa chuckled softly and I asked him, “What?”

“Just something my sister told me, she told me that Mr. Williams told her that he was saved by a She-wolf. A magnificent She-wolf who then turned into a beautiful woman”. I stopped my spear checking and looked towards the two boys to see Rauri looking straight at me. I smirked and leaned in close to T’Challa and said.

“And what did she tell him?”

“You know my sister, she never tells strangers full details when it comes to her friends, but if you’re still suspicious about them, then I give you full permission to beat them into submission if either of them step out of line”. I smirked as I pulled out a mango from my lunchbox and took a bite of it before taking my bag and walking off the training grounds.

Later that day, I decided to take a peaceful walk along the jungle trail just to get out and maybe practice some of my magic since I promised my mother that I’d keep practicing while she was away. As I walked through the jungle though, I could smell someone following me. For a while I chose to ignore it, until I finally stopped and said.

“I know you’ve been following me, I could hear you the minute I left the sanctuary”. I turned to see Rauri stepping out from behind the trees and he said.

“I hoped I would, but I should’ve known better than to underestimate a wolf’s nose”.

“What makes you think it had to do anything with smell? I could just have good hearing”.

“I know you do, but a wolf’s nose is ten times stronger than a normal humans, plus I was approaching you from upwind”.

“And how do you know so much about wolves?”

“Because I know how to recognize one when I see one”. Then something happened that shock me to the core. His eyes quickly phased to wolf gold before returning back to his normal brown ones. “That’s right, I’m one too. My name’s Rauri Williams, and I know who you are. You’re (y/n) (l/n), the Bad Wolf”. I stared at him in shock before I suddenly snapped and tackled him down to the ground and press a dagger to his neck and sneered.

“I. Am not. Bad Wolf! She no longer exists to me”.

“Hold on! I didn’t mean no harm, there’s no need to get so defensive”. I glared down at him and slowly removed the dagger from his neck but kept the blade pointed right at him. “The reason why I know what you are is because I was the first Bad Wolf before you, Hydra came and killed both mine and Connor’s families and took us as prisoners to be the first test subjects for the Bad Wolf experiment. Then once the files of both Hydra and Shield went to the public I read to see if they had used anyone else for the Bad Wolf experiment when I found your name”.

“Just because you saw my name on the Internet doesn’t mean that I have to believe you, in fact why are you telling me this? How do I know you’re not a spy of Hydra or in fact the UN coming to find me and take me to a prison cell?”

“Because my animal instincts say that I can trust you, and I know yours is saying the same thing. We’re both wolves after all, and there is safety within the pack”.

“You’re a fool, Bad Wolves are known for deception and lies until the time comes to strike”.

“Indeed but we’re the only two people in this world that went through the exact same torture that Hydra put us under, same tests and trials to unleash the beast they wanted” Rauri extended his hand out and he said, “You know you can trust me, and I can surely trust you. So what do you say we shake on it, Wolf to Wolf?” I looked down at his hand and told him sternly.

“I don’t shake, that’s not how Wakandans make pacts here”.

“Then how do they do it?” he asked. I thought about the most ridiculous thing I could come up with and I grinned softly before answering bluntly.

“You have to endure a bite from a Makiki spider”. Rauri looked at me and I could see his eyes turn from strength to absolute fear as he stammered out.

“S-say what now?”“

You’ll have a high fever, hallucinations, you’ll say things, lots of things. Wanna hear what’s in your heart, then if your intentions are true, then we have a pact”.

“Spider bite and—hallucinations?”

“That’s right”. I stated as I looked right into his eyes intimidating him with my “Romanoff” stare.

“And if I say the truth you’ll trust me?”

“Absolutely, both you and your friend. Well?” Silence came between us as Rauri debated on his answer when he finally said in the most serious tone I had heard from him.

“I’d say that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard”. I softly smirked and said.

“Maybe you’re not a fool after all”. I backed away from him and walked back towards the sanctuary. “Though don’t get too cocky Irish boy, you step out of line, I have full permission from the king to whip your ass good”.

In the weeks that followed, Rauri just seemed to want to always be around me whether it was during training, in the lab with Shuri or interrupting me and Bucky-bear time and to tell you the truth I was just about to beat his ass in good. I could tell Bucky was about to step in at some moments too.

Like the time I was sparring with Okoye, I had gotten kicked off my feet and banged my head pretty hard on the hard concrete floor and as Rauri was coming up to see if I was alright, Bucky-bear beat him to it and I could hear from my in and out of consciousness telling him along the lines saying.

“Take one more step and I’ll rip your head off!” Or something like that.

After the match, I was in my room being taken care of by my Bucky-bear and when he left the room to prepare me something to eat, I heard a knock at my door and saw Shuri standing there with a flower in her hand.“What’s that Shuri?”

“Found this in the lab at your station from your secret admirer” she teased as she came in and gave it to me.

“What is this flower?” I asked as I took it in her hands.

“That my friend is the rare Violet Wakanda lily. It means “trust and soulmate” I have my suspicion on who it might be from”. Shuri teased as she bumped my shoulder with hers. At her statement I just put the flower aside and she continued, “He really is trying (y/n), he seems to really like you. Don’t you feel at least a little something for him?”

“Absolutely not” I stated bluntly.

#captain america civil war #captain america fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x teen reader #bad wolf

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idridian · 7 years

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Day 5. Time travel to a new or old era

@gayredmage‘s Crack Week is in full effect!

So much funnier like this. I love sassy Jenova. First instance of me skipping the sex scene.

“Oh, come the fuck on” Cloud mumbles, staring down at his phone.

It’s the third time this week that Sephiroth shows up to cause havoc, and this time it is in Nibelheim of all places. Well, not exactly Nibelheim itself. More like in the general vicinity of the old reactor. But still, Cloud is the one who gets notified, and Cloud is the one expected to go and deal with the issue. And he’s getting pretty sick of it.

He calls Cid to get a lift on his friend’s new airship (because unfortunately his motorcycle can’t cross oceans, no matter how much he tries to make it possible), and prays to Gaia that Sephiroth will still be there when he arrives and he won’t have to chase him across half the planet again. Like he did last Friday. Instead of going to the movies with Tifa like originally planned. Which he is still pretty pissed about.

Today, however, luck is on his side, and when he stomps towards the half-dilapidated reactor, Sephiroth is waiting for him on the steps. Something that looks suspiciously like Jenova with even less limbs than before is propped up against the doorframe behind him. Sephiroth is obviously protective of it, which obviously means Cloud will end up having to destroy it.

“Good to see you, Cloud” Sephiroth sneers. He appears to be fond of this catchphrase and has greeted Cloud with it every single time he came back since Meteor Crisis several years ago, and apparently doesn’t get the hint that it stopped being intimidating after the third use.

Cloud doesn’t answer and draws his swords.

A fight of truly epic proportions ensues, which the author was unfortunately too lazy to write down. But there is lots of awesome one-liners and acrobatic jumping and the Power of Friendship helping Cloud not get his ass kicked. Promise.

Unfortunately, the Power of Friendship can only do so much, and so Aerith, Cloud’s second best dead friend and former healing specialist, decides to intervene from beyond the grave. She calls upon a super secret Cetra Magic Spell that was never mentioned before this very moment due to being super secret. It bursts from the sky in a blindingly bright beam of magic, instantly destroying every piece of flora and fauna it touches, and trapping Cloud, Sephiroth, and what is left of Jenova in its center.

After a few agonizing seconds of sheer light that will probably have some very nasty aftereffects on the eyes, it disappears again, and Cloud and Sephiroth are left standing in the middle of a zone of absolute destruction. It takes them a moment to collect themselves. Cloud tilts his head back and stares at the sky accusingly.

“Aerith, what the fuck?!”

“Umm…” comes the answer from the lifestream.

Sephiroth, who just a second ago was summoning thunderstorms and trying to slice Cloud to pieces, suddenly looks very lost. His eyes dart from the spot where the mummified remains of his ‘mother’ were situated just a few seconds earlier, to Cloud, and then to the clouds above that the magic spell had erupted from. “Where did she go?” he asks in an unusually small voice.

Cloud groans. “Aerith, please tell me you know where she went!”

“I… think I do? I mean, I can’t sense her presence anymore, but there’s really only one explanation for that, so…”

She is interrupted by Sephiroth, apparently over his moment of perplexity. “What did you do to my mother?!” he yells, and Cloud ducks just in time to avoid being turned into shashlik.

“I accidentally cast the wrong spell!” Aerith yells back “She got sent… uh, somewhere else. Kind of difficult to tell where exactly. I’ll figure it out. Please stop killing Cloud; I still need him for stuff”

Sephiroth hesitates, giving Cloud enough time to put some distance between himself and Masamune. The one-winged angel frowns, and looks up at the sky with an almost wistful expression. “What did you do to her, Cetra girl? Into what hell did you send my sweet mother?”

Wow, cold. Why the heck is it so cold? What happened to global warming?

…also, why can I feel cold?

She stirs slowly, getting a feel for the body she apparently has (??? what??) and taking in her surroundings.

Not Nibel mountains. Snow and lots of wind. Nothern Cave? Also, tribe people. That’s bad.

She’s surrounded by a bunch of Cetra (??????????? when did those stop being dead????) who are trying to multitask between threatening her with spears (yup, that usually helps against alien viruses) and whispering amongst themselves (do they realize she can hear them?). All in all, not the worst situation she’s ever been in. Not even the second worst one. She’d place it around the 200th place or something. One of the Cetra people steps forward and starts talking in one of their Northern dialects about how they have missed the sight of her, and how glad they are to welcome her back in their mid. She deems it better not to murder them all, and instead maybe get them to help her find out how the heck she got here.

I love how they still think ‘thing that takes on the forms of your dead relatives’ means ‘good’. This is exactly why you’re dead. Speaking of which, why are you not dead?

She doesn’t say that aloud though. Instead she lets the clueless (and most probably doomed) Cetra help her up and lead her to presumably one of their villages. She’s not really paying attention. Her mind is still aching with the acute loss of her connection with Sephiroth (ow ow ow) and the disorientation that comes when the personality you shared a mind with is gone, but the imprints it left on your personality are still there.

In his case those were a lot of thoughts involving penetration, and sarcasm. Bless him for sarcasm; I never knew I needed that so badly.

They have arrived at the village, where quickly a crowd of curious faces forms around them. A few children try to touch her hair, but are held back by what are presumably their parents, who stare at her suspiciously. Their survival instinct seems to be working better than that of the other Cetra, at least. Not that it’ll help them when she shows her true form.

She is led into a large building made of clay, which consists of only one single room with a fireplace in the middle and soft fur mats on the floor all around. In one corner of the room, on a huge pile of furs in all kinds of different colours and patterns, sits what at first glance looks like a woman.

At second glance…

Oh boy.

The villagers bow to the creature and take their leave, pulling the thick leather curtain that serves as a door shut behind them and leaving Jenova alone in the room with… herself.

Because she might have a lot on her mind and sometimes get things mixed up, but she sure as hell remembers what she looked like back in the day. And this is most definitely her.

I forgot how damn gorgeous I used to look without all those mutations.

Her past self lounges on her seat gracefully, her head tilted to the side and resting on one arm to give off an aura of effortless boredom. She eyes present Jenova up and down, taking in the appearance of some dead Cetra woman who has apparently had the audacity to come back to life. She sighs deeply.

“I don’t know who you are, but since you are resisting my attempts at penetrating your mental barriers and seeing how you managed to return… I guess we will have to do this the old fashioned way”

Present Jenova feels the corner of her mouth twitch at the mention of ‘penetrating’ her mind. Past Jenova frowns, obviously confused by the reaction.

Ah yes, you won’t be introduced to the concept of innuendoes for another 2000 years. I forgot.

Nonetheless, she steps forward with a not very subtle swing to her hips. She knows how to sex appeal. Or, well, she knows how to sex appeal around her son. Charming this sentient ice block of a creature will be a whole different challenge.

“I doubt what you’d find inside me would be of interest to you, but…” She opens her arms in a gesture of invitation “Feel free to try!”

Her counterpart arches an eyebrow, unimpressed. “If you thought seducing me was going to get you out of the trouble you’re currently in, then I am sad to inform you that you are sorely mistaken. Your human pleasures do not interest me”

Bitch please; I know where your clitoris is. That should spark your interest.

How very lucky she is that her past self can’t ‘penetrate’ her mind. If she could, Jenova would probably be in a lot of trouble right now. She can’t though, and so her counterpart remains clueless about the brilliant masterplan forming in her head, which mostly consists of “go down on her, get away, go back to own time”. She has no idea how to do the second and third one yet. The first one, however…

The air is loaded with static when she wakes up, having dozed off curled against her counterpart’s back. That one appears to be asleep. Jenova sits up, careful not to make any noise, and cocks her head to the side to listen to what’s happening around her.

That smells like time magic. Did the Cetra girl finally figure out how to control it properly?

She stretches her legs and makes to stand up.

The sudden grip of her past self is vicelike and decisive. “Do you really think that I’m just going to let you leave, after displaying such interesting skills? Not to mention a rather detailed knowledge of my body – the real one, the one I haven’t shown anyone?”

The static in the air has turned to crackling energy by now, growing brighter and brighter around them. This is definitely the same spell as the one used back at the Nibel reactor, where this whole mess started. And that means…

“I’m going to go with ‘yes’ for now” she tells past-Jenova, whose eyes widen in anger. She opens her mouth to speak, but the light beam hits before she can form the words.

Two thousand years later, she opens her eyes.

Holy shit I have eyes. And a body. And no clothes.

“Mother!!” a very familiar and sorely missed voice screams, and the next moment Sephiroth has thrown his arms around her, holding her close and at the same time shielding her naked form from a very confused looking Cloud Strife. “Don’t you dare look!” her son hisses.

Strife facepalms.

“Yay, it worked” the dead Cetra girl sings from the lifestream.

Jenova gets up, ignoring her son’s fierce protests, and stares up at the grey sky, presumably into the dead girl’s general direction. “Thank you kindly, Aerith Gainsborough” she says sweetly “How very nice of you to help me obtain a more suitable body than the old one”

There’s a moment of silence. Then the girl coughs awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah… sure. No problem”

“Aerith, what the fuck?!” Strife roars. He suddenly breaks into an outraged and very, very loud tirade about how he sacrificed everything for her, how dare she help the enemy, and so on. The Cetra listens for a bit, and then retaliates by pointing out that she was fucking killed by the enemy, thank you very much.

Jenova shakes her head, and grabs Sephiroth by the hand.

“Come on, we’re done here” she tells him, and leads him away, leaving Strife yelling at the sky while the sky points out his stupidity.

They walk in silence for a while. Jenova is amused to feel the effect her new body has on her son through their connection, and how uncomfortable it makes him.

Sarcasm and penetration. And bless him for both of those things.

He still hasn’t learned to shed the shame those silly humans taught him to feel though, and so once more it falls back on her to drag him down to the ground and make them one again. Her silly, weak, oh-so-human son. He looks lovely when he’s hers.

She cannot wait until this body is corrupted enough to grow tentacles.

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Missed Opportunities

Anon requests: If ur still taking requests. Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him how they feel, but Juggie doesn't listen and then in a football game Reggie makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn't seem to acknowledge them that way and Juggie ends up jealous...

Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous...

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love with him. One night, you finally seize the chance.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,926

A/N: I’m so sorry for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it. Enjoy!

You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend. It was an accident.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened. It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up one morning and realize you were in love. It was a slow process.

Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s. He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding and mysterious. He was the edgiest ten year old in Riverdale. For the first time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself. Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more independent. Of course, your first action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own. Once you arrived, you realized how scary being alone was. Scanning the diner, you looked for a companion to sit with. You spotted a boy who looked around the same age as you.

“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table. The boy stared at you suspiciously for a moment.

“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation. You smiled and sat down across from him.

“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the table. The boy tentatively shook it.

“Jughead,” he introduced himself.

“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose. He shrugged.

“I know.”

Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October night, and you forgot your jacket. Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead, knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was playing. You asked him, with a smirk, if he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite movie. The two of you sat together watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders. Bitter October night winds blew in, causing you to shiver. Jughead noticed this, so he drew you closer to him. It wasn’t the warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.

There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell in love with your best friend. Every time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart skipped a beat. Each time your hands brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you could feel your affection swell.

But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal opposite reaction. Every time you fell a little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart because you could never be with him. You knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in love with him. All the risks threatening your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.

Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best friend was more difficult than you imagined.

“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your head to snap up. Immediately, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head. He shook his head at you.

“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”

“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.

“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell you.” Satisfied with your answer, he nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop. The two of you sat in the diner booth, each doing your own thing. After an hour of silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table. Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his laptop lid.

“Something wrong?” he inquired. You pursed your lips for a moment, contemplating what to say.

“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked. He shot you a confused glance, so you elaborated. “Have you ever thought about us, I don’t know… as not friends? Like more?” Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged. You bit your lip.

“Do you think it could ever work?”

“I don’t know,” he responded. “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.”

The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you. Every time you attempted to approach him, he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction. After practically confessing your feelings last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you. This continued throughout the rest of the week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate with him. On Friday, Archie approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. You shot him a small smile.

“Hey, Archie.”

“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity. You shrugged and shook your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing his frown to deepen. “Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s been a rough week for you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight. It’s a big game, so I’d just really appreciate it if you were there.” He offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.

“Sure, Archie,” you responded. He thanked you and headed away, probably searching for other people to invite to the game. You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your mind off of everything that had happened. It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.

You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into the bleachers, looking for a place to sit. As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead. Before he could turn his head to look at you, you dashed out of sight. Finally, you found a seat at the top of the bleachers. You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored. Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game, and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate Archie. Instead of finding Archie, you ran into Reggie.

“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over you.

“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled. He grinned.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted. You shrugged.

“Did you want to?”

“Well yeah,” he laughed. Oddly, you found yourself blushing. “We should catch up sometime, (Y/N). How about Tuesday?” You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Seriously?” you questioned. He nodded as if it was obvious.

“Of course. Eight o’clock at Pop’s?” You grinned and nodded. He did the same and then walked off to celebrate the victory with his teammates. Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.

“Reggie? Seriously (Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed, stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.

Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met Reggie at Pop’s. He sat waiting in a booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin. The night went successfully, and you thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie. You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths away.

“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he noticed the time. It was nearly midnight. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling. He grinned.

“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?” You hesitated at this, and for the first time you looked up and spotted Jughead. Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze. You turned back to Reggie and frowned.

“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers. His face slowly fell as he anticipated what you were going to say. “You’re a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have you, but… I like someone else.” You smiled apologetically at him. “I’m sorry. I hope we can still be friends.” The football star stood up, remaining in front of your table. He offered you a small smile.

“I understand,” he sighed. “Of course we can be friends. I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” He strode away from your table and exited the diner. Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to Jughead. You stood up and rushed over to his table.

“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across from him. He refused to make eye contact with you. “Were you spying on me?”

“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation. You didn’t back down.

“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned. “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve spoken in a week.”

“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing quieter. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind. Whatever, Jughead.” You rose from your seat and prepared to exit, but Jughead grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”

“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically. “This makes everything better, Jughead.”

“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”

“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes as you settled back into your seat. “Because I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said anything about it.”

“What feelings?” he questioned. “All you asked me is if I thought we should be a couple.”

“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed. “Did you really just think that was just casual conversation, Jug? Come on, you’re smarter than that!”

“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed, frustratedly throwing his hands up. “How do you think I felt, (Y/N)? When I thought my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me? I was fucking terrified!” This drew you aback.

“Terrified?” you echoed. “Why… why were you terrified?”

“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder. “I don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something changed. I don’t know when, I don’t know how, and I certainly don’t know why. All I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and I didn’t.” He was almost panting by the end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock. The two of you sat together in silence, staring at each other in astonishment.

“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the silence. “We both… we both missed so many opportunities.” You bit your lip between your teeth, holding back a smile.

“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto his face. “We missed a thousand opportunities, but the universe gave us one more.”

“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled. He grinned.

“Neither do I,” he responded. “But I do believe in us.”

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