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audioaujom · 1 year

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6:00 AM, Monty Golf

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I'm so sad that Shattered Monty doesn't get a real boss fight in the game. I know technically it's because his boss fight happens before you decommission him, but both Chica and Roxy got super awesome boss fights while destroyed and they just left Monty on the floor of the stage. Anyway, I've rectified that somewhat by giving Monty a chance to chase Ranboo out of Monty Golf while destroyed <3 Enjoy my non-canon addition to the 6:00 AM chapter! Rewrite of the Afton ending next week, and then it's Charlie’s turn ((: So sorry this was late!!

Word Count: 1095

Chapter TWs: Blood and Violence

Climbing down the stage scaffolding to reach the floor of Monty Golf was even worse than Ranboo expected.

The metal shook and threatened to cave with every step down, wobbling in his still slightly slick grip as he hoped and prayed he wouldn't fall and end up like Monty. A heavy sigh of relief escaped him as he made it down, eager to finally have both feet on the solid stage at the bottom—even though he was right next to Monty’s completely mangled body.

“That fall really did some serious damage…”

Ranboo let his comment trail off into awkward silence as he noticed that Monty’s body had been split clean in half, with his legs mostly destroyed and the exposed wires sparking. His casing was practically nonexistent, the plastic shattered and sunglasses long gone, jaw hanging slack at an awkward angle.

“Sorry, Monty.” Ranboo apologized, kneeling down beside his head and opting to carefully remove his specialized claws for Freddy instead of just walking away. As soon as he was done he stood, tucking them in his hoodie pocket and turning to leave the course before pausing and adding, “Well… sort of.”

Ranboo paused again as he stepped off the stage, glancing around the golf course only to realize he had absolutely no idea how to get out.

“Well… that's not good.”

The upbeat music of the mini golf course was faint, an uncanny underscoring as one of the animatronic gators hiding in the water jumped out and hissed before retreating back into the water. Ranboo awkwardly picked his way over the green of one hole of the course, trying to find a way up to the second floor to get a better look around. He froze in place as there was suddenly a loud whirring from behind him, followed by a loud thump directly behind him.

“Where’re you goin’?” Monty’s words were garbled but understandable enough, followed by a deep screeching growl that had Ranboo straightening up with a sharp spike of fear.

“OH GOD THINGS JUST GOT WORSE!!” He yelled before taking off as fast as he could, running past a food station and jumping over golf course greenery in a hurried attempt to put any distance between himself and what was left of Monty. A glance back over his shoulder saw Monty’s top half stumbling awkwardly on his hands, cables and busted casing dragging along the ground as he crawled forward. “I SHOULD’VE KNOWN BETTER!!”

The next glance back over his shoulder was just in time to see Monty brace his mangled body on his arms and launch himself forward in a jump, Ranboo's eyes blowing wide as he dodged out of the way and aimed his run for a nearby hallway to try and get out of sight.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?!” He yelled—mostly rhetorically—as he passed through a misty doorway and into the hallway he was eyeing. “Not that I haven't already learned how messed up it is, but this is something else.”

Glancing around, he quickly spotted the bathroom doors and threw himself inside, hearing Monty yelling from outside, “You're in trouble now!”

“I’m always in trouble, apparently.” Ranboo mumbled under his breath, back pressed to the wall between the two bathroom doors in an empty spot beside a paper towel dispenser. “And man oh man do I wish I wasn’t.”

Listening to Monty growl and yell from the other side of the door was awful, Ranboo trying to catch his breath while waiting for a moment he could sprint out and hopefully figure out a way back to the main area of the Pizzaplex. The layout of the course was not very helpful, him having run past holes 14, 16, and 13 in no particular order—or one that he was too busy running for his life to pay attention to.

Monty’s noises eventually faded somewhat, Ranboo pushing the door open and peeking out, relishing in the momentary relief as Monty wasn't immediately visible. He then snuck out of the bathroom and down the hall back into the main golf course, wishing that the water and music weren't so loud so that he could hear Monty’s normally thundering footsteps.

Though technically now they weren't footsteps.

Whoops.

Stumbling over more mini golf holes, Ranboo finally spotted a set of escalators that led to the second floor, internally cheering as he glanced around to make sure it was safe and ran over to them. He stepped onto the one that was heading up, clearing the first few steps in one stride before—

“Game over, kid!” Monty cheered as his jump landed him directly behind Ranboo on the escalator stairs, the latter turning around just in time to see Monty reach one clawless hand out and grab for his uninjured leg.

“AHHH!!”

Ranboo shook his leg as hard as he could as Monty latched on, both hands desperately grabbing the moving railing of the escalator as he tried to get Monty to let go. What was left of the animatronic banged against the slow moving steps and glass sides as Ranboo tried to get him off, eventually forcing Monty to let go with a particularly hard kick into the edge of the stair behind him—sending him tumbling down to the bottom in a destroyed heap.

“I think I actually just peed my pants. Like I feel like there is actual pee in my pants right now.”

Running up the rest of the escalator before Monty could recover, he hit the landing without stopping as he spotted what looked to be an elevator that led out of the game area.

Quickly jogging over and slamming the call button repeatedly, the car arrived quickly and Ranboo got in, hitting the button to go up a little harder than necessary and slumping to the floor in relief as the doors closed and Monty was nowhere to be seen. “Whew… Finally out.”

By the time the elevator doors opened again Ranboo’s adrenaline was fading, him stumbling exhaustedly out of the car and looking around to see if Freddy was waiting for him like he said he would be.

The friendly animatronic was sitting on a bench nearby and clearly waiting for him, Ranboo running over as fast as he could—dodging a patrolling security bot on the way.

“Hey… Freddy…” Ranboo greeted as he approached the bench, panting heavily with a slightly crazed smile from the exhaustion and slowly returning pain. “Want some new claws?”

Freddy stared at him in a concerned disappointment, letting out a slow sigh and shaking his head instead of replying.

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ererokii · 4 years

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Sooo... This request thing. You're aweosme 👉👈

Ooh boy it's a long one (changed it a bit)

-Erens so cute when he purrs and when you mention his curiosity and twitching ears ears and gentle touch, so as not to hurt the reader.

-when he kinda is paying attention to, analysing the reader or protecting them its SO cute

-It would maybe end as like cuddles and things and just... Talking. To him and him grunting or just nodding or thinking replies.

-Maybe be at night.

-Maybe it would start with... Eren In human form.

-Maybe he figures out that you don't think his titan form is so ugly but still a little new and scary and that maybe you like it

- Bam if you can somehow NSFW that... Uhmm?

So he... Turns into a titan and then. Some NSFW or just. Maybe he like. Scares or teases the reader on purpose for a reaction?

-And then NSFW somehow if you wanna put that in. Sorry for the way I type I'm kinda doing it as it all appears in my head lol

-I like your cute, and desperate eren, but also attentive and caring. I haven't seen you write a very cheeky or playful titan eren so maybe that would be nice.

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE. Here you monsterfuckers, take your TITAN SMUT.

WARNINGS: MONSTERFUCKING. Oral (f receiving), mention of voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, edging, characters are 18+.

If these themes make you uncomfortable or you rather avoid, please block the tag “AOT SMUT” WC: 1.7K

Also thank you to the amazing @galair for this beautiful art🥺 everyone go check her out

Eren stays deep within his thoughts as he hums to himself, staring up at the starry sky. His loose strands tickle the shell of his ear, itching to scratch away at it but refuses. He can’t recall the conversation before the silence. It’s always been on his mind, but he’s been inquisitive as to what you saw him as, even if he knew the answer.

Am I a monster to you? Or am I just like you?

You knew Eren was quite insecure with himself when it came to his titan powers; no matter how many times he asked you that, you always gave him the same answer.

You were never a monster; you’re just a broken human like me.

For some reason, that has never failed to put a smile on his face. Being able to categorize himself with humans made him feel complete, separate from the monster people used to call him when he discovered the powers.

But know that he’s aware (once again) of how you feel, does he scare you?

Maybe he could ask you--, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood at all. Now that he thinks of it, he can’t recollect a moment where you’ve seemed scared to be in his presence, unlike other comrades who look like they’ll leak themselves any moment.

Without even thinking, he blurts out the question. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes the words slipped past his lips.

“Am I scared of your titan form?” you ask, glancing over at him as you sit up, staring down at him from your position. “I mean, it is always somewhat overwhelming to see something so much bigger than me, and when I sit in your hands but no, besides that, I'm not.”

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, legs crisscrossed. “I think it’s unique. You know, just for you. I think it’s quite cute and--” you trail off, glancing over to the side. “--somewhat hot,” you cough in between words, hoping he missed that.

“Hot?” he asks, a hint of smugness evident in his tone.” You think it’s hot?” he leans up on his elbows, a smirk curled at his lips. “Why is that?”

“W-Well, I’m not going to tell you that! That’s too personal.”

“What if I turned right now?”

“Y-You can’t! Captain Levi and Hanji would come to chew you out if you did!”

“Hanji gave me the go-ahead to transform whenever I wanted to, just not to cause destruction,” he gets up with a grunt, backing up a few feet back. By the time he was in position before you could speak, lightning struck the earth, the ground crumbling from the shock.

You dug your fingers into the ground, lowering your head from the gusts of wind. In no time, it calmed down as you avert your gaze upward, emeralds stare down at you from high above, brown tresses swooshing in the air.

“You did,” you breathed out, releasing your grip on the dirt. Your hands are unsteady, still trying to compose yourself from the sudden change.

He’s not moving, standing as still as a statue before he drops to his knees, the birds sound asleep in the trees now awake and flying away from the commotion. Your heart feels as if it could burst from the confinements of your chest.

Your left eye peeks open, cowering within yourself. Your body freezes when you see how close he is. His body is lowered to the ground; knees pushed in like a Sphinx. His eyes glow in the darkness, a new feeling taking over your body.

His heavy breathing fans over your face, his head cocked to the side as if he was examining your small figure. He finds humor in your expression, nudging your body with his nose.

From the small force added, it caused your body to get pushed back. His ears twitch, the tips sticking upward. He moves forward, doing it once more.

“Eren, quit it,” you huff, sticking your arms out to keep him from doing it again-- which he’ll end up doing too. There’s no doubt that in that nape, he’s having the time of his life.

He wonders what else he can do like this. He thinks for a minute, noises emitting from his throat. He sticks one of his hands out, shakily raising a finger, and places his hands in between your legs.

He catches your gaze, his tongue peeking as he leans forward, barely pressing the tip against the bare skin of your neck. The new sensation causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, eyeing the pink flesh before gulping lowly.

Eren pulls away, looking at your skirt that happened to ride up your legs. His eyes seem to darken as his mouth closes, teeth grinding against each other.

“Eren?” you question him as he inches closer, his head lowering slightly to the ground. You’re about to call for him again, but his tongue makes an appearance also, pushing the material up more. Your eyes enlarge, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt-- to which looks like fear in his eyes.

A noise of somewhat sadness comes from him, his ears lowering.

“N-No, it’s okay, Eren,” you stutter, face heating up from his motions. If you were honest, you could feel a small wetness pool in between your legs.

Before you know it, the tip of his tongue is in between your legs, the muscle lapping over your clothed cunt. Your arms are shaky as you let out a little gasp that sounds so cute to his ears; he can’t help but circle it around your clit.

A predatory look is in his eyes, looking down like you were his meal. The muscle goes sound, poking at your slicked entrance. Panting, you glance down at the position and pull your panties aside, shivering from the chilly wind and hot breathing in between your legs.

His jaw slacked; he works wonders on your needy cunt. The texture and saliva are enough to make you sensitive on the spot. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, his tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, squelching noises occurring from his rapid movement.

Your legs are shaking from the overwhelming sensation. God, it’s becoming too much, but you can’t stop him, nor if you wanted to. You felt as if you would fall to the depths of the earth but yet stayed in reality.

The tip flicks at your folds, an incoherent noise getting stuck in the back of your throat when he begins to move it side to side rather than up and down.

You’re so needy for him at this point. You want him to stuff your tight cunt with his cock, to feel him stretch you out as he fucks you to no end. Having him do this to you was on another level of ecstasy, but you would accept it if this came up again.

The pressure he puts on your fragile body is enough to send you backward, but the way your heels dig into the ground and his gentle touches prevent that from happening. The slick left in between your thighs trickle down to your ass; the feeling becomes uncomfortable but erotic.

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, head falling back, staring up at the sky with lidded eyes. “Fuu..p-please don’t stop,” you slur, thoughts clouding with nothing but immense pleasure.

God, what if someone caught you? The adrenaline running through your body wouldn’t even let you care about that. But the thought of someone hearing you moan out pathetically as Eren licks away at your cunt, have you moaning out.

You wouldn’t be surprised if someone overheard. Eren’s tongue was a gift that meant to be cherished, even if that meant having him do this every day for you to get used to the sticky yet warmth radiating from the muscle.

The inside of your legs trembles, your head spinning in circles, rubbing small lazy circles on your puffy clit, desperate to be touched by his tongue. Your hole was being circled, his tongue barely pressing before retracting; the little shit was teasing you.

One of his fingers gently places over your leg to keep you from moving so much. His finger alone is enough to make you feel weighed down.

Your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out; no noise, no words. You’re completely out of it. Your fingers are clenching and unclenching around nothing, barely holding onto whatever it was you were. If someone were to ask you what day it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell the time of day or where you were at.

“ ‘M gonna cum,” your voice comes out soft yet needy, shifting your hips side to side, bucking your hips to the best of your ability. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”

His eyes flicker, a stripe licked up between your folds before resting on your clit-- a place that desperately needs attention.

Your delicate body is on the brink of defeat; an orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, and he shows no signs of stopping. You’re practically gushing at this point, your juices running down his jaw. You’ve made many feeble attempts to push him away; a growl would emit from him when you tried to do so.

Sweat trickles down your face into your clothes, causing the front of your shirt to stick onto your skin—short breaths of air, hiccups erupting from your throat. Your eyes roll back as your body finally gives out, falling backward onto his hand that was keeping you upright.

As you fall, a purring sound reaches your ears as his tongue finally retracts from your mess cunt, his eyes glancing at your slick sticking to you. His finger rubs the inside of your thigh, gently wiping away the transparent substance. His ears flicker as he listens to your heavy breathing, trying your best to catch the air that was taken away from you.

He lovingly nuzzles his nose against your patella, his dark tresses tickling your supple skin. After being pushed through multiple orgasms, you weren’t even sure if you could walk or get up from this position.

But he finally got his answer as to why you thought he was hot.

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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KISMETS (Part 3)

Harry Styles x Preggs Fem!Reader.

Frenmies to lovers to parents, Dadthon!!H

Oral Smut, dirty talk and teasing.

Angst! Angst and fluff!! N' tooth rotting fluff.

Dadrry, bestie!h, boyfriend!h

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART 1 PART 2 LETS TALK/ ASK

The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be to able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

Harry and Y/N are back being to besties and enjoying being pregnant together.

Warning: Mentions of blood, pregnancy trauma and natural childbirth hurdles.

Eyes gives it all. Even the hidden treasures get's looted from the mere mistake of someone's gaze just like right now when he's pretending to be confused as ever, "what? Called her myself . . ." He frowns and she sniffs frozen in her position feeling exposed from the vulnerability of being naked infront of him; tries to cover herself criss-crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you d'that?" She hiccups wiping her blushed nose and his pupils bursts wide into realization. Immediately, cradles her face tenderly stroking the apple of her cheeks shaking his head vigorously, "Oh -— no. no. no baby told her to come over to take her leftover stuff if not I better give it to charity."

"O . . okay." She sucks in a breather. Without a word he removes hers arms away in a gesture that you never need to hide from me. Kisses her shoulder blade stroking her wrists and her pulse in circles.

"Don't cry, lil penguin. Why're ye' cryin'?" He asks in his most gentle voice feathering her cheek with the back of his hand, "'m . . . 'm scared." She tries to recoup her cries holding her breath causing her cheeks to puff like a fish.

"Let's get you cleaned warm and nice. Then we'll talk yeah lovie?" He slides her elbows behind his neck holding her strongly to walk them to his bedroom. Gives her a bath full of vanilla bubbles, essential oils, scrubbed her back and would trail kisses up her belly from under water making her giggle and weave her fingers into his own wet curls.

Him loving all three of them's the most adorable thing.

Got her ready for mid-nap with his sweater and boxers putting fur pads atop her ears, aloe fused socks on her feet and turning the heat a bit to sleepy temperature. Tucks a quilt under their chins and snuggles her closer to himself letting herself calm to his heartbeats before she speaks her heart out to him, "wanna talk? What you're scared of babe tell me all of it. Knows that I'll handle." He slips further into bed bringing her thigh around his torso and her head atop his buff chest.

She exhales loudly trying to subside the emotional feeling of crying along with each word that comes out of her mouth. Her bad habbit of grounding everything to the pit of her stomach until it blasts into a massive destruction always gets her into worst scenarios.

"'M worried about alot of things –- actually." She peeks up at him and he's already looking down at her genuinely with relaxed self to let her know that nothing has changes and he's still her bestfriend who'd wait for her till she manages to speak, "about what?" He encourages her petting down her hair.

"Everything like 'like future . . 'n — me being a good mum after all of that 'm uni too. . . the semester would start right after the month of my delivery." She furls her toes to keep her anxiety at bay level cocooning her womb cause she feels the safest with the assurement of her babies being with her, "about my career and what about me dreams? What if I'll never get to chase 'em?" He listens to her diligently boring his gaze to the way her lips mold with each word. Sighs gently rubbing her arms up and down salutating his palm around the side of her neck to tip her face towards him. His lips lingers at her temple murmuring against it, "Together we're gonna do this."

"You're gonna be the kindest and bestest mommy ever Y/N. I belive in ye' and about your dreams. I'll take care that nothing comes in the way to stop ya . . You'll attend UNI same as before 'cause 'm takin' a break to be with our babies till your done with your degree." He declares to her seriously and honestly running his hand all over her spine to assure her in every way possible, locking his ankles with her under the sheets.

"'M a big boy now! A daddy to two babies don't underestimate me miss gremlin!" He grins impishly smushing his cheeks into her side wide spreading his palm atop her tummy warmly with bare fingers, "'kay gotcha!" She giggles cuddling into him with droopy eyes inhaling the same scent she's lathered in from the sweet spot of his neck.

She wakes up in the evening satisfied and happy with the nap marks, sweaty baby hairs, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and Harry already awake but still spooning her. He's her pregnancy pillow.

Covers her mouth with his pinky and ring finger when she yawns cutely stretching beneath him slowly blinking. Proper stops with his intense loving gaze still on her and blushes hard when he pecks her dry lips after sleep. Her chest heaves with his kisses and snogs trailing down between the valley of her breasts making her card her fingers through his chocolate curls. Whimpers ever hoarsely raising her hips in air for some friction and to levitate the throb in between her legs asking for him to release the ache away.

He takes the hint scooching closer to her side nudging her knees wide stroking the flesh of her thighs with tickling pinches. She whines fisting sheets with yearning arch of her back, "insatiable lil thing aren't ya?" He gives a toothy grin wetting his lips making her pause in her heave of getting his fingers instead flickering her vision over his candy plush lips.

"Kiss me?" She whispers and how couldn't he when she's looking this soft, warm and full of blush from the nap. He was litreally nutters for not ever pondering over the thought how alluring and attractiveness her satiny features hold, "'course darlin'." He tips her chin towards himself letting her sweet cushiony lips fuse against his's into an ardent kiss shooting her libidos 100 times higher than before making her moan pathetically into his mouth.

Her forearms winding around his shoulders instinctively and exhales through her nose not pulling away from the kiss and squeaks lowly when he bites her lower lip pulling away, "'ve got asthma y'mad mad woman." He gapes down at her dramatically fiddling with the bow of her panties. They skim down to her mound feeling the slickness that has spread all around and the rough trim of hair, "and I've got an extravagant sex drive!" It whisks into a breathy gasp of dense air when he slid his digits in between her slick folds flickering her swollen clitoris and repeating till she's panting for more.

"Sad innit? 'S me fault. I should be the one to help my girl out." He mutters trailing sweet kisses down her swollen belly to her pelvis snapping the elastic with his teeth causing her to jolt under his firm hold. She's too floaty else the statement of him claiming her would have swiped her away into a paradise of never ending imaginations.

"Mhmp. What did ya had fo' lunch lovie'?" He licks her juices off from the inside of her thighs sending intense quivers to her core. His palms smoothes under her thighs to hike them up and over his shoulders nipping at her skin when all she did was responded with a gasp, "d- dunno forgot . ." He perks his brows to his forehead commenting playfully while dipping down to tickle her with his curls.

"Pregnancy made ye' loose your braincells, moppet?" She raises her hand to smack him at head instead tugs his hair when for finally he flattens his tongue thickly against her wet cunt to give a good mind boggling lick sucking her clitoris in the way, "asshole. . ." She moans squirming like leaf under him but he quites her by taking her sensitive nub between his teeth to give a little graze and pull. It makes her pussy lips flutter and her hole leak with so much wetness it sticks to Harry's chin.

"H – ha . . rry. Harry." She tries to grind her hips against his mouth but he tuts brushing his pads around her dripping hole to tease her, "yes baby?" Groans of annoyance fills the room and she shoves her face into the pillow bitting down the snarky insults thrown at the curly head.

"Not gonna give ye' me fingers till you ask fo' it." He smooches wet filthy kisses letting her stickiness coat his lips stirring a ball of fire in her pit, "shut up." She whines nudging him with her knee telling him to do something to relax her.

"Make me." He smirks tilting his head to suck her petal fold creating dirty seductive noises on purpose. She huffs taking the matters into her hands pulling him up towards her by a hard grip onto his hair, "ouch ouch!!" He quips shutting his eyes tight.

"Harry Styles you make me cum or I'm never letting you fuck me ever." She glares him and he gives out a defeated sigh naughtiness still lurking in his moss of irises, "bossy – kay! Sorry! Was kiddin' babe. 'M all here to please ye'." She nods her head curtly shoving him back down and he giggles at her when in an instant from an angry lil penguin she melted into a mush of gooe when Harry thrusted two fingers at once inside her curving them once they were buried snug deep.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasps moving her hips along him that he stayed in his place eating her out while his fingers pushed in and out of her tight pussy with squelching noises, "fuckin' tight urghh." He grits rubbing her clit into harsh circles with his other hand, mouth on her cunt and fingers fucking her continuously.

"Want more?" He asks and she bobs her head not even processing what he said almost loosing the idea of her presence feeling too much ecastasy and over the clouds, "here take as much as ye' want baby." He slips another third finger admiring the way her pussy stretches swallowing his fingers, "'m gonna lick your little wet cunt off then clean it with me filthy tongue to make a mess of ye' all over again filling you full with me cock. Sounds good baby?" He knows she's the shy lil bean and his sweet enthusiastic words of vulgarism heats her up enough.

"Gonna come. Harry --" She tips her head down and back in air eyes rolling into her sockets. Harry rubs her outer thighs soothing her thrashing body, "shhh baby relax. You can cum on me fingers." She obliges him softening in his arms and her pussy makes soppy noises gushing with each wave of pleasure throbbing around his digits while he works her out to make her feel as giddy as he could, "That's it baby girl. That's it cum fo' me again?" He prods at the sponge of bump inside her seething through her twitching walls making it impossible for him to pull out and tent his cock against the bed leaving a spot of how turned on he's at the moment.

But, his first-most priority is her. It always was her maybe more than Chessie

"Happy my lil lioness?" He comes back on top of her arms digged on either side of her temple and she tries to squint from one eye pulling him to herself planting a rewarding kiss at his cheek, "how 'bout a pizza from Tommy's place?" He lays ontop of her (like half ontop of her and half on his side; just to share her warmth).

"Can I have an extra topping of olives, pretttyy pleaseee?" She makes a weird funny face to convince him, "but you're allergic to 'em." He frowns sitting up thumb hovering over the contacts popping on the screen. He has everything memorized she's allergic to; it's not much peanuts, olives and clay dough ( she claims that she ate it once when she was possibly 5 and it swelled her flesh up ) not that she's gonna nip at it now but Harry couldn't trust her cravings at all.

"But 'm craving them sooo baddd." She clutches the hem of his tattered shirt pouting but he retorts with the shake of his head intervining their fingers together to kiss her knuckles, "Nope moppet. We don't need another hospital visit at fou' in the morning like last time, do we?" She remembers it. A very angry Chessie at his doorsteps while he helped her walk inside this home post hospital visit.

"I hate this." She huffs folding her arms against her chest, "I know. How about we delay getting y'sick once babies are out?"

"You kidding?" Her mouth slacks turning into a widespread grin at last, "absolutely not. Pizza without olives yeah?" He smacks a kiss against her open mouth loudly before his phones rings at the pizza place.

Harry's the busy bee. From grocery shopping to making the list of all the organic food he needs to line up his pantry with, he took everything's responsibility on himself. Cause mama has a huge duty for wrapping two babies in her womb safe and heated. Even when she tries to bend down to put a plate in dishwasher he skates near her supporting her back and scolding her, "all you've t'do is eat and nap. Dunno fucks count 'cause we fuck alot — chill sweet baby. 'switch onto telly 'm bringing banana milk and cookies." She pouts because she doesn't want to be a burden on him. She wants to suspect any tiredness from his features — the way he's been on his trippy toes for her from eight and half months but how much she tries she couldn't instead he looks way more giggly and joyful than before with never ending dad jokes and teasing bum pats.

They indeed fuck alot. Harry loves that she's always sleepy and clingy — he thinks he's truly, deeply and madly in love with his lil penguin but they're in the middle of train's track whose destination is atlast confession of love but he wants to wait. He can't wait though. He's always been impatient and light from stomach can't sleep at night without sharing a word of his swimming thought with anyone. He shared it with Nialler, it was at three in the morning after Y/N sucked his cock dry with so much admiration for his prick he was bout to cry and blurt out but he didn't. Cuddled with her and oreo practically on his face then ringed his lad startling him up, "why did ya wake me up fo' something we all already know Harold? Do I've to teach ya lessons cause now that would be a shame to your kiddos." He grunted dropping the call leaving Harry baffled and alone to his thoughts again.

"Sweet angel . . " He cooes jarring the door to his room with his foot. She has moved in to his house, from guest room to his room and his heart. Told him she didn't like sleeping alone and gets the most amazing slumber squished up against his chest in his arms. He was ardent that she completes him. He's right. She does. Always had but this time it's till they're getting old and wrinkly.

Lilac walls glow from the telly's illumination and the flicker of light from their open wardrobe. His ears perks at a repulsive groan and his brows dips to tune into the situation, "what are ye' doin', pet?" He asks confused at the sight of Y/N in a funny position with a razor in her hand standing in the middle of their wardrobe trying to duck and see through her huge bump.

"'M tryin' to shave me legs — seems impossible though." She throws her head back to convey her annoyance and Harry chuckles placing the banana milk and the plate of dark chocolate cookies atop the drawer island taking her wrist which's holding onto the razor, "you don't 'ave to it's just a maternity shoot –- no biggie, moppet." She huffs. Their faces at level and intimately close to have a good stare in eachother's eyes.

"No biggie!? it's the first time I'll get to have someone take me pictures, all, personally fo' me." Her smile pouty as she tries not to break her disgruntled facade down.

"How 'bout the times, I was a victim of ye'r endless pictures taking sessions?" He squints down at her. Hands out of instinct fumbling by her sides to feel her warmth on his skin, "you were sooo shittt at that job."

"Kay, kay then, lemme just –- hand this razor, I'll shave ye'r legs pretty girl." Happily she shoves it in his grip while he knees down hiking her leg ontop of his knee. His pink tongue popping out in concentration. She trusts him in this because last time he was the one to shave herdown there. Taking a sip of her banana milk she taps the straw against his lips speaking, "a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." With his eyes on her ankle and his pretty hands which could make her come infinite times right now working so diligently, He gives her a high five taking a sip himself.

She breaks a cookie forwarding it to Harry and he looks up — so being all dramatic she acts shy and blushy turning her gaze away in a swift, "what baby?" He laughs putting her other foot on his knee his grip tight around her ankle.

"Don't stare at me calves like that you creep." He wipes away the crumbs from his lips giggling and making her giggle, "I've literally shaved your cooch days before." She jabs her big-toe against his nipple getting a high pitched squeak from a grown ass man in return.

"I hate you!" She says through the spurt of chuckles and his response in return turned both of them silent, "I know ye' love me." Their cheeks blazed. Eyes twinkling. Hearts doing lil dance dance but nobody from them tries to break the comforting silence knowing they'd word vomit the instant they'd.

They say "I love you." And "love you." in their normal routines without making it a mess of shyness. But the butterflies at that specific moment when the epiphany dawns on the pair that they really are in love with eachother makes their tummies float in void with butterflies.

"All done!" He announces enthusiastically kissing her knee like she's a princess in distress and the words burns at the plush of her lips, "love you."

"You too, lil penguin." He smiles boyishly.

"Oh fuck, I forgot we're gonna have shoot in our pyjamas." She yells in a low hum and he rolls his eyes slapping her ass, "rotten you're."

"Oopsies."

A maternity shoot in their back garden along oreo never seemed this fun when they were gushing about it days prior. Nialler gifted them cute baby pink coloured matching pyjamas with yellow peaches pattern, mommy and daddy embroidered on them. They even matched some fluffy kitten hats too!! A pair of yellow and pink with kitten ears with goggly eyes, big cheshire that of Oreo.

Their close friend Onna was all up for the shoot and nothing's more adorable than Harry's soft hands around Y/N's belly in a protective way, while they sat on the fluffy growing grass and cotton flowers. Her back resting against his taught chest, his legs wrapped on either side of her and oreo almost stretching atop her bump quenching loud belly ache laughs from them.

"Two pictures 'n 'm already tiredd, pff." She gasps shuffling a little to activate her sore bum and Harry pecks her shoulder cutely, "some more 'cause you'll grump later." Onna captures each every second of their tooth rotting interaction.

"Oi. I'll not!!" To avoid a banter Harry taps her chin pointing towards the camera speaking, "last one doll, one to show that we really are pregnant." Onna's laughing at their techniques. Shaking her head with each shot of overloaded sweetness she traps in her camera.

"I. Am. Indeed. Pregnant. Pet." She looks down with wide eyes rubbing her prodding tummy in circles, the top button litreally about to pop and Harry's face adorns with a naughty grin showing his bunny teeth, "Me too!!" He squeals rubbing his moth covered belly the same way she's doing and it sent both girls into fits of laughters.

"Sillllyyyyy." She sing-songs throwing an arm around the nape of his neck to bring him closer and smooch a loving kiss to his cheek, "you're gonna be the best dad." She whispers eyes closing into the diameter of his scent and he rests his lips against her forehead. Onna having a smile of adoration for her friends while she did her job, laying down to capture this one beautifully.

"Yeah?" His voice just audible to them. "Uhmm." She nods fiddling with the collar of his pyjamas and their bubbles pops when oreo tugs at Y/N's top revealing her graceful babies bump.

"You batty creature!!" She tries to grab oreo to smoosh her in her arms but oreo gallops miles away before it could happen.

The whole last night Y/N couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning with whines of complaints to a snoring Harry on her side. When Harry woke up she was already staring him like an owl scaring the poor thing, cause it wasn't a loving one. It was a proper creeping stare with baggy eyes and pouty lips, "can we have 'em out already?" She snuggles into his throat and he massages her head.

"In a week." He grogs out stroking his cheek against her's, "Have ya taken out all the required papers?" He asks her and she nods with a yawn. Today's the enrollment day for Y/N's next semester -- Harry will go to her UNI to talk to the administration instead of her.

"I'll be back in no time, till then try havin' a good rest, want some donughts from that one shop near ye'r UNI?" He thumbs at her baby locks. She shakes her head murmuring into his flimsy sweat shirt, "not feeling like it." Dunno what happened. She was alright after for finally her sickness went away but today she feels like shit because of her Braxton hicks climbing to painful peak.

Kissing her head last time he untangles himself to get ready and she watches him buttoning up his cuffs with his curl dangling over his eyes, he's looking handsome and a bit too out of her league with the crisp white shirt and chequered trousers.

He squats down pecking her lips. Her nostrils filling with cinnamon ocean-y smell soothing the tick of her nerves. Her body reacting to even the air pricking at her skin, "don't miss me too much, lil penguin." He gives her an eskimo kiss knowing she's feeling down and tired today the way she has her face squished into pillow and isn't trying even to cup his cheeks like she does everytime he leaves for something.

He puts her phone on the nightstand tugging her under the sheets, switching off the lamp and slowly exists the room not to disturb her. She doesn't know when he leaves but the pin-drop silence tells it all and she's half conscious half awake with fluttering eyelids.

She turns on her back with a groan to get rid of the dull ache in her pelvis and outer thighs — but then she feels something . . . . something wet between down there and it makes her snap open her eyes blinking blankly at the ceiling. Tries not to think of bad scenarios but it's otherwise.

"Holy cow of jesus." She fists the pillow under her sitting up with much difficulty and to her worst horrors the sheets are sploched badly. She stands up with her spine almost bending in two — staying calm and positive even when a heavy gush of water trickles down her legs soaking the rug. It has nothing attractive in it as they show in movies but rather feels like a dam leaking and a litreal adult peeing in their gowns.

She snatches the phone from nightstand putting a firm arm beneath her belly walking out of room, her maternity floral white gown clinging to her skin. A tinge of shock weaved through her bones but that didn't made her loose her balance. She wants to throw the phone against the wall when the line always beeps busy, "already missin — " his honey of voice bringing tears in her eyes.

"Get your ass back home!! Right fuckin' now!" She yells into speaker trudging forward with carefull steps. He pushes onto breaks hard, panicking into his seat, "What happened!?" He's quick in turning gears speeding back home. Her lips wobbles blue from pain and the unbearable throb between her thighs. Words struck in her throat as she tries to speak gripping the globe of stair railing leaning against it when a hard contraction striked against her spine.

"'M going into labour — " Harry's heart falls into his arse. His vision blurring from the intensity of the moment and he's thanking Gods for being five minute drive away from home. How many times they prepared for this time it all went in vain and now Harry's beating himself for leaving her side at all, "'m comin' home, it's okay baby, it's okay breath." His lips stammers from an invisible fear and fingers twitches around the wheel.

Wanted to shout at him "breath, my ass." Instead She gasps loudly in fright when she feels her cervix dilating to the maximum point and it did the last fireworks for her tears, "no, no, noo!!"

"'M giving birth!!" She shouts kissing her teeth together to keep the pain at the bay hooking a thumb into her panties, scrunching her dress up to press them under her armpits and squatting down with the heels of her palms pressed with so much strength over the last stair case, "what? oh my — 'm calling our midwife." She can feel a head trying to force it's way out from her vagina and it rakes out a sob from her chest.

"Please be gentle with mommy, 'm coming." Harry says and it comes out as a weak whisper while he drives sitting on the edge of the seat and Y/N's ears are ringing with white noise to even pay attention to what he's saying. Her gown drenching with sweat and she screamed at the top of her lungs pushing with her all might scaring a sleepy oreo in her bassinet, "Shit." He mutters tugging his curls back immediately calling their midwife. He wishes his babies could atleast wait for him to be there with their momma.

"Miss. Dori !! Y/N has gone into labour, 'm out, dunno —---" There's loud urgent shuffling on her side that of picking stuff and closing metal boxes as she assures Harry with firmness, "I'll be there in just 10 minutes, till then reach there as quick as possible. She needs you Mr. Styles." It collects sweat at the dip of his spine sky rocketing his anxiety. His breath elevating at the sight of his society's gate and if it was possible he'd have flown to her.

Parking hastily on the side of road and leaving his car's door open — dishelved he steps outside almost falling square on his face while the old couple that use to sit at their porch in mornings watch him with concern, "Is everythin' alright son?"

They ask and Harry nods yelling to them, "Y/N is in labour!!" His face blowing out of any color when his ears fills with painful screams of his lil penguin and his fingers jumbles with keys unlocking the door.

It's surreal. The realization not completely setting in that all of this's happening right at this moment, that he's going to be a daddy in some hours, Y/N hunched over the bottom stair squatting down with thighs wide apart and her gown soaked against her back. His breath knocks out of his lungs and eyes bursts into shock when he sees his baby's head pushing it's way out in between her legs.

"I can see it's head! I can see it's head oh m'godness." He announces rushing towards her and Miss. Dori guides him, "Harry help her pull it out, cup the baby's head and if it's shoulders are grab-able, have it out." He places the phone atop the stair sitting down beside Y/N kissing the side of her head quickly wiping her tears away.

"Hi baby, it'll be alright, 'm here now let's pull our bubba out mighty quick." He presses his chest to floor to look down there and if Y/N would have been in her good state of mind she'd have butt him in not to. His brows kinks tightly together as he tries to concentrate and not to pass out from the sight of blood and his blood covered infant half hanging in it's mother's v.

Gently he wraps his shivering palm around it's head and shoulder moreso figuring out if it could itself comes out, "push a bit more, moppet." She shakes her head furiously crying and trying with all her will, "It's hurts!!" He wishes the process wasn't that painful.

"I know, I know baby —- oh okay okay! We got him." He cackles through his worry taking him all out and in his arms having a good grip around it's tiny waist fearing it would slip. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief muscles loosening and shoulders slumping. She could hear him sniffing close to her with little noises despite of how much she wants to hug him, she still has another one to bring out in the world.

"It's Elios." He grins with ablazed glossy eyes stroking his tweeny baby hair back. Though his excitement shatters into pieces as he cries to Miss. Dori, "He's not breathin, n'--not breathin' what do I do??" He has switched into his fight and flight mode. Fat tears spilling down his cheeks. Y/N wants to have him in her arms and make sure her baby's healthy but a hard contraction makes her bones jello with her another baby trying to pop out.

"Calm down Mr. Styles, Is his cord wrapped 'round his neck?" When Harry couldn't mutter a single word just shaking his head ear to ear staring down his little one with fear and sadness, Y/N screams for him, "No!!"

"It's nothin', clean his nose, it's probably some clotting blocking his breathing passage." Harry acts on her instruction without wasting a time and the threshold's walls bounced with prattle of his low coarse cries, "Oh my god!!" Harry gasps holding his baby boy closer to his chest not giving two fucks if his shirt and skin stains with thick blood.

In the meantime Miss. Dori and her assistant nurse tramps through their door. Cutting the cord Nurse takes Elios from Harry's arms and takes him for a cleanup as Harry leads her to their nursery. When he comes back Miss. Dori has their other bubba already out and it's worth watching him flying into clouds of paradise, full of glee, happiness, so much happiness has never experienced before.

"Hi. Victoria." He keeps his voice soft if she's a chinese porcelain doll and would break in his arms. He loves his son to core but the way his heart just swirled with fondness and love for his daughter the second she was layed into his embrace was something else. He's tender with her and from just gazing her it spurt out a sob from the deepest of his tummy, "she was so stubborn to come out rather than his brother." Miss. Dori tells him and his head perks up with proud adoration. Handing her to nurse he turns his gaze back to his exhausted lil penguin leaning against the wall now. And scoots closer to his bestfriend, the love of his life and the mother of his babies.

Hugging her warmly and affectionately, winding his arm around the nape of her neck to smoosh her into his chest while she cries against his throat. Being tender and the softest yet sweetest he could be with her, pressing his lips against her ear to whisper words that made her cry even more loudly into his bicep, "I love you, I love you more than anythin' in the world, 'm s' soo proud of ye' baby, me soulmate and the love of me life. I promise to love you forever and infinity." The world blurs around them and their heartbeats latches to sync in with eachother. The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood, mess of the beautiful birth of their gorgeous twins.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble a line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

"'M listenin', pet." She whispers smiling weakly and Harry's lungs nourishes with air, "Scared me baby love." He hugs her again with a wobbling pout and this time she tries to console him.

"Y'okay baby? Should we go to hospital? It's better if —--"

"'M okay!!" She simpers kissing the dip of his collarbone. Carefully he smoothes an arm down her back and knees picking her up bridal style to take her to their bathroom for a hot nice bath full of essential oils. He caress her face, trailing his knuckles down her cheeks, gazing her fondly while sitting down on the floor beside her with his one hand inside the warm water to lull around her calves.

"I love you, you've given me such beautiful babies. 'Ave ye seen Tori ? She's a proper you, that lil bunny mouth of yours, aish." He giggles and she squeezes his fingers in a silent gesture to tell him how happy she's. Drying her clean with a towel and moisturizing her body, making her wear her comfortable gown.

When he tucks her under sheets she babbles with droopy eyelids and tired body, "can I see my babies?" He smauches a kiss against her forehead, "After a teeny rest, yeah angel?" But, she was already out like a bulb making him chuckle softly.

Miss. Dori left the kind nurse behind with them till Y/N wakes up and with her help Harry lays down the twins on either side of their mommy. Deeply pondering how lucky he's to have his family completed and healthy, tucked into their mother's armpits.

He giggles and holds his breath in awe when Elio wriggles in his blanket, scootes his bum closer when Y/N yawns and stretches, "how ye' feelin'?" He brushes her loose tresses back and she nods attempting to sit up.

"Good." Thanking him when he gets comfy amount of pillows behind her, "wanna hold them?" He asks as she ducks down to kiss both of their soft skins.

"'M arms are still shakin' . ." She chuckles, "no biggie, I'll help ya out, a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." She giggles loudly startling Tori and Harry hushes her comically scooching behind her embracing her in a heated wrap from behind chin resting over her shoulder, "shh, gotta be quite with this one — such a light sleeper bub."

"This's Victoria Anne Styles and Elios Vincent Styles." He supports her one forearm with his's under: giving Elio to her and having Tori in his other, "are you presenting them to me as some kind of award for my bravery, pet?" She nudges him playfully and he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Such nice awards, innit?" He gives her an eskimo kiss and she puckers her lips asking for a loving smooch of his candy lips, "absolutely."

They took their first nap together with Harry and Y/N on either side of bed with their babies in the middle of their warmth just like a nest of sparrows, safe, comfy and utterly snuggly with the couple protecting their dainty creatures of soft flesh from the storms of outside.

"C'mere baby . . " Harry usheres Oreo with the snap of his thumb as she tries to canoodle into the soles of his feet tickling him and she obliges his tone, "Good girl . ." His own voice tired petting her crown when she turns into a lil ball of fur beside Tori who's sleeping at her daddy's side, being ever hesitant and carefull with them making Harry smile at her thinking of giving her treats in dinner.

He almost slips from under the sheets when a shriek of cry jolts him awake and it's Tori crying loudly thrashing under the blanket while her brother kept on sleeping stretched over his mommy's chest, head tucked under her chin.

Ah! Here comes the real deal. Daddy Harry's about to face real challenges 'cause we all know he once promised that he's a big boy now, innit?

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lookforthefuture49 · 3 years

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Yo!

I got a fanfiction, finally. I don't expect it to be read much here, but here are the links to fanfiction.net and Ao3 pages for it respectively:

Ao3

Fanfiction.net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13947355/1/Universal-Wars-aren-t-fun

Ok now I can paste it.

Enjoy <3

[Note: this story is only to be on Archive of Our Own/Fanfiction.net under the username DoubleKKookie and on Tumblr under the username Retrooutlaw. IF YOU SEE IT ANYWHERE ELSE, PLEASE SHOOT ME A PM! This is also kinda meant for funsies, obviously.]

Note note: half created by AI Dungeon. Yay for Ai Generated fanfiction lol

[Universal wars aren't fun//1//Battlegrounds]

Izuku's hair ruffled in the wind, the view of a crumbling city crossing his vision. It was odd, how one minute the world was peaceful, and the next an inter-dimensional war decided to happen. During this war of many universes, most of his world was ravaged. Izuku figured he would probably be safe, at least for now. His world might be a battleground, but he wasn't in the midst of the fight. He wouldn't hurt people from other worlds just because some of their worst villains wanted to attack other places. In fact, Izuku just wanted an excuse to help these new people, to stop their worlds from being ruined too. His plan was to travel between the worlds.

Except, all he got was a dazed sense of incompleteness as the world around him seemed to flicker. For a moment, it seemed as if he were home again visiting his mother over a break, excited to see what his friends did. He could feel a couple of tears form, but of happiness, of joy. However, just as quickly as this flicker came, it left, and he came to the realization he was just remembering the past, that he was still alone in the forest, and that seemed to worsen his sad state.

Izuku turned and took a few steps. He had to get moving, and he had to get moving now. He didn't quite know where he was going, but he knew it was far from his home. All he knew was that he had to keep moving, and find a new reason to fight. So, Izuku decided to just keep walking. He made his way through the forest, dodging branches and occasional bokoblins.

Bokoblins were odd, as he'd never seen them before the inter-universal war began. They hadn't even kinda existed in his world, but now he felt like he was fending the creatures off every other step. He never attacked them, but it seemed like he was constantly running from them, even if they were obviously weak.

This rural area he'd found himself in looked to be nearly untouched by the war. Still, there was this odd sense of unease, and Izuku felt like he was being watched. Like he was being watched every step of the way.

Fearful of this feeling of a watchful eye burning a hole into his back, he began to speed up, getting to the point of running. Running as far as he could, as fast as he could.

The more he ran, the faster he felt himself becoming. He couldn't tell what time of day it was, but he knew that it had to be night.

He ran for what felt like an eternity before stopping, legs buckling under him

He fell to the ground, trying not to cry out. He stood back up, deciding if he was going to be upset about a stupid war, he was gonna do it where it was safe, so he stumbled away from the wide open area he was in, and eventually found a flat-topped building, which he entered before reaching the roof and staring out at the more rural area he had found himself in. What modern building were there, such as this one, were overrun with vines and ivy.

He sat down on the roof and wrapped his arms around his knees, finally letting everything soak in. This situation was garbage. He'd been left behind by the civilians who escaped, he had no idea where his friends were, and he had no way of contacting any heroes or any of his peers to come to his aid.

Izuku didn't want to think about the possibility that they were all dead, but looking at the modern buildings being overtaken like this one, he couldn't help but think such a thing. If the entire town was this destroyed, how on earth could THEY be ok?

He didn't understand how something so bad could happen. How the world could ever go back to normal after what was happening right now, Izuku didn't know. But, all he could do now was try to help, and help he would. The moment he saw a portal open, it was his door to purpose, to other people, whoever they were.

He didn't care what world he stepped into. He didn't care if he died, he just wanted to make a difference. It was no longer about this world, about him, or any of the pro-heroes he once loved. Now, if it meant death, he'd stop this war. He decided right then and there he'd do it for his friends, for his family, for All Might, and for whoever he met on the other side of the portal he was adamant on finding.

He wouldn't fail. Lifting his arms from his legs, he rested his face against his knees and took a deep breath. He lifted his head up, staring to the sky.

"I promise, I'll save everyone. No matter what."

...

Izuku sat on that roof for several more minutes before deciding to resume his search. He stood up, left the roof, and began to walk again- until he heard something. Multiple people, a fair distance away behind him. Judging from what he was hearing of the conversation, they hadn't noticed him yet, and were rather focused on someone who sounded distressed and wanted to get away from them. He hid behind the building as the group of people came into sight, listening into their conversation closely.

"LET ME GO!" He heard peirce the air, and when he could see the group, he noted the man who yelled it was being dragged by the arms by two other people, and this man also looked.. unexplainably odd. His appearance didn't matter now, though. What was important was the predicament he was in.

"Would you just put me down already!?" He snapped again.

His supposed captors looked even angrier than they had initially.

"Our leader says that's not allowed, bucko." One of the two people holding him said. His voice was gruff and southern.

He had a goatee and his hair was slicked back. The other one was female, model-esque.

She had long, curly blonde hair, calm blue eyes and slick red lipstick, which was weird for someone to be wearing in this kind of situation.

"Our orders are very clear. Boss wants you."

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOUR STUPID BOSS IS BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU-"

The southern-sounding captor pulled a lighter from his pocket, and with it lit, rammed it into the torso of the man. He let out a blood-curdling scream and then didn't say another word afterwards. he, nor his clothes, had caught on fire, oddly enough. The southern guy snarled at the man. Izuku wasn't entirely sure who was good or bad in this situation, but he was irked by the entire scene. The only hard part was deciphering if the one who was captured by these two was good or bad, as saving a villain in the midst of a crazy war would be pretty counter-productive. From the way this man's captors were talking, however, he figured he was either a hero like him, or just in the moral gray trying to stay out of things.

Taking a risk, he stepped out from the shadows...

"Stop!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. They turned to look at him, and their eyes went wide.

He pointed at the man. "You two! Release him right now!"

"What do you think you're doing?" The southern one hissed angrily. "This is none of your business, kid! Go back to where you came from!"

His eyes flicked to the man, who seemed to be either knocked out or unresponsive, as he hadn't even twitched when Izuku shouted in his general direction.

"I don't care! He's being mistreated! I won't stand for it!"

The model (At least, Izuku assumed she was a model) whisper-hissed something at her comrade, who just scowled and shook his head. The two started arguing in hushed voices, as the man they dragged here was now beginning to stir.

When he did open his eyes, fear was clear in them immediately, probably thinking the glare Izuku was directing at his enemies was for him. He calmed after a moment, however. The pair seemed bugged but opted to leave without the man now that they'd been found by someone else. (Maybe that's what they were arguing about) They dropped the man harshly, although he didn't seem to be bothered by this at all. He seemed more bothered by the burn mark just below his chest, which, while small, seemed to be quite painful. It was hard for Izuku to gauge what the man was feeling, though, since he looked dead. Not just figuratively, but quite literally rotten and dead. It was strange, but Izuku decided not to question it, for that wouldn't help either of their situations. He instead walked up to the man, hoping to maybe initiate a conversation.

"Hey, um..." Izuku wasn't really sure what to say to him. He didn't know his name, for one.

The other was that he looked like he'd been through hell and back. He had a multitude of scars, both old and new, on his face and body. They were either dark purple, black, or was a hole, which revealed an empty vessel underneath. In fact, his entire complexion was purple, which struck Izuku as off. Any normal person, quirk or not, definitely was not supposed to be dead and purple.

"Are you alright?" Izuku decided to start with. Simple enough.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." (That comment definitely didn't pan out, but Izuku didn't know his life. Maybe this was normal.) Izuku noted a prominent British accent, one he hadn't noticed while the man was shouting angrily, which was odd, because he probably should have. Taking a closer look at him, the strange man was thin, mangy, and also lacked hair. His pupils were glowing, which also really was strange, and the whites of his eyes were now, instead, pitch black. It was somewhat unsettling, but Izuku tried not to think much of it.

"What was all that about?"

"Frankly, I dunno. One minute everything was normal and I was sitting at home, and the next those two were dragging me along to their 'boss'." He replied.

"I tried to get away, but it wasn't exactly easy. I kinda miss having muscles." He said this in a very nonchalant way, shrugging. Evidently, this man was missing vital body parts, who knows how many, and he was acting like it was completely fine.

"I... see," Izuku said, though he wasn't sure what else to say.

"So, what about you, kid? What's your name?"

"Izuku. Call me Deku, please." He stuck out a hand.

"Michael." The other shook his hand, and Izuku noted that he felt no bones in his hand, like it wasn't solid. It was strange, completely empty. "Uhm, do you know what's been going on lately?"

Michael did not reply immediately. "I dunno, something about some war? It didn't seem to pertain to me until I was dragged into a different world entirely, but feel free to explain."

"All I'm really sure of right now is that there is an Inter-Universal War going on right now, and I want it to end. Mostly because it's left my home a wreck, and I don't want that to happen to anybody else's."

Michael nodded in understanding.

"I can appreciate your feelings on the matter."

...

"How long have you been here?"

"Probably only a little over 2 hours."

Izuku had given Michael the choice to stick with him or go off on his own, and, not knowing what else to do, he agreed. Now they walked aimlessly as Izuku tried to explain a bit about what his world used to be like, and just make small talk. Izuku had decided the moment Michael agreed to tag along that he would not question his purple complexion or the lack of internal structure. It seemed like it might be rude, or bring back bad memories if he said the wrong thing, and he didn't want to cause that.

"I see."

They continued in silence for about an hour, before Michael spoke up again.

"I think I prefer this place over my home, truth be told."

Izuku was a little surprised that he would say something so out of nowhere. "Why?" He asked.

"I could go on for days about the terrible things that happened there." Michael sighed. "I don't particularly like dwelling on the past, so I tried to block it out. But here, it's all right. Even the atmosphere feels less oppressive, even if it's obviously still chaotic here."

Izuku frowned. "That's a pretty deep feeling to come up with so suddenly.

"I've had plenty of time to think, and this is the only conclusion I've come to."

...

The night took a long time to come, and Izuku still could find no portals, nor salvation in another world. He would have to wait another day. The pair sat down, and Izuku found himself falling asleep quite quickly...

It seemed like only seconds had passed when he felt something pulling him back to reality. He opened his eyes, and saw that the sky was beginning to turn pink.

"Get up." Michael whispered.

Izuku squinted, kind of annoyed. "Why?" He whispered back.

"I hear a large group of people coming, and I don't want to risk anything."

"Alright." Izuku nodded.

He stood up, as quietly as he could, and stretched, yawning. He was about to head off when he heard the sounds of many feet marching nearby. They were getting closer every second. He halted said stretching, and opted to climb up a tree. Michael made an attempt to hide, slipping behind a tree, but he was pretty easy to spot if one simply looked a little.

Izuku looked down at the group of men, as they marched by. His only question was why they were marching along together like this, and here of all things. They almost looked like soldiers, marching along with random weapons in hand. They were of varying species, although Izuku did not pay mind to this. When they passed and were far enough, Izuku leaped down and gestured for Michael to follow him as they tailed the group to see where they were going.

"What is this?" He hissed. They were headed towards a large open area. The group marched on, keeping pace, until they were they were the size of ants in distance. Izuku looked out to the open, treeless plains ahead. It took a minute to click in his mind, and he realized as Michael caught up what the plains were.

They were in the midst of a battlefield.

That's a wrap :D

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iwoulddieforkeanureeves · 5 years

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A Fateful Meeting (Part 2)

It had been about a week since you had seen John, but you couldn't get the image of him out of your head. His long dark hair, scruffy beard, and deep brown eyes. You sighed, reaching down to pet the unnamed pit bull that rested at your side. When John had left, he left the pup here, so you had started taking care of him as best you could while trying to keep up with school and work. You scratched behind his ears, smiling as the pit bull's tail wagged in response. You sighed as you returned to staring down your textbook, trying your best to study for an upcoming test. You rubbed your eyes, and realized you wouldn't be able to get much work done. You flipped off your light, and plopped into bed, drifting off to sleep.

However, your slumber didn't last long as you heard an unfamiliar shuffling that woke you up. You tried to ignore it, but John's words echoed in your mind. ‘The longer I'm here, the more you're in danger.’ You slowly and quietly got out of bed, and fumbled around your bedroom for something you could use as a weapon. You remembered a knife you kept in case of a situation like this, and grabbed that. Your bare feet padded along the hardwood floor as you exited your room. You paused, the shuffling no longer audible. The hairs on your neck stood on end as anxiety began to creep into your bones.

You jumped as you heard barking, you dashed towards the living room, where the barking originated. You saw a dark figure looming over your couch, where the pup was crouching and growling. Your grip tightened on the knife in your hand, your eyes going wide as you tried to think of the best thing to do. You weren't totally helpless, you took Aikido when you were young, for self defense reasons, and you didn't want this person, whoever they were, to hurt that lovely dog. You slowly approached, but before you could attack the figure, you heard a gruff voice from your left.

"There she is! Get her!"

You froze, fuck! I didn't check the laundry room! You thought, narrowly dodging the oncoming blow from this new figure. You grabbed the assailant's wrist, using their momentum to flip them around onto their back. You looked down, and realized she was a woman. You swore as the first figure charged you, you slashed at his abdomen, and he grunted in pain. Before you could react, the woman below you swept your legs out from under you, your knife clattering to the ground. You grunted in pain, and fumbled for your knife, throwing a sloppy kick at the woman that managed to connect with her jaw. Burning hot pain shot up your leg as the man stomped on your foot, you let out a scream, but still managed to grab your knife with your hand. You slashed at the mans exposed ankle. You continued to fight these two in your cramped hallway, you did your best but you were slowly losing energy. You hadn't fought like this in a long time, and these guys were trained. You managed to stab the woman in the shoulder, but you were defenseless as the man came up behind you, clobbering you in the head with both fists. You felt shooting pain before your consciousness faded, your eyes fluttered shut and your hands went limp around the knife handle as your body slumped to the ground.

After kissing you, John had told the pup to, "Stay." And left, trying his best not to look back. Santino D'Antonio and his thugs were relentless, but he wouldn't let anything stop him from righting his wrongs. His eyes burned with rage as he remembered the image of his home in flames. Red hot anger boiled up inside of him, every trace of his old life was slowly slipping through his fingers no matter how desperately he clutched onto it. First Helen, then his car and Daisy, then his home. His photos, the bed where she slept, her bracelet, her cards. He sighed, pushing the memories out of his mind as he focused on the task at hand. He spent the next few days trying to stay low, killing or evading anyone that had taken up the contract Santino put out for him, while trying to tail the man and his hired hands.

Something that surprised him is that he couldn't stop thinking about you. Normally he was laser focused, hell bent on revenge, but he couldn't shake the image of you out of his head. Your brows furrowed together as you focused on making sure he was okay. There was so much kindness and care in your gaze, your hands so gentle as they brushed across his body. A pang of some unidentifiable emotion hit him, and he knew he had to see you again.

He wasn't expecting to arrive and see your door kicked in, the hinges loose and creaking as he slowly stepped into your home. The hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end as he drew his weapon. His mind was racing, did something happen to you? He wasn't a very religious man, but he found himself praying you weren't dead. There were obvious signs on a struggle, blood smears and droplets made a trail from the living room into your hallway, where most of the damage was. Holes in the drywall, blood sprayed on the walls and floor, in the center of it, a small business card was propped up.

John carefully picked it up and mulled over the contents. His blood boiling as he read over the cursive writing.

Mr. Wick, why don't you come down and chat with me? I have your lovely friend here as well.

Much love, Santino

He clutched the note in his fist, crumpling it. He perked up when he heard a soft whimpering from your bedroom, he went in and saw his dog laying on your bed. He let out a sigh of relief, at least he was alright. He wouldn't know what to do if his new dog and you both got hurt. He patted the pup gently on the head before standing up and glaring at the note.

He knew he shouldn't have gotten you into this mess, but it was his duty to get you out, safely.

You came to with a bag over your head. You mentally cursed, this was the last time you'd help a handsome stranger. You felt that you were bound, rope dug into your soft flesh. Pain radiated throughout your body, your head was pounding.

Suddenly, the bag was ripped off of your head, and you groaned, the bright lights hurting your sensitive eyes. You heard men in the distance growling in some language you couldn't recognize. Your head was spinning as a man grabbed your chin and pulled your face forward. "My, my, you're quite the cutie. Sorry about your head." A smooth voice rang out as the cool metal of rings pressed into your skin. Your eyes began to focus, and you saw the face of an Italian man with curly hair and piercing eyes.

You didn't reply, and opted to glare at him as you pulled your face out of his grasp. The mans smile faltered at your actions as he grabbed your face again, rougher this time. "Where is your friend? I have a debt to settle with him." He said, his tone much more threatening now.

You continued to glare at him, "I don't know what you're talking about." You snarled, trying to pull your face from his grasp again, but he tightened his grip, and slapped you across the face with the other. The heavy rings stinging you. You did your best to stay calm and impassive, but you were scared shitless. Your face stung with the impact.

The mysterious man laughed, "I think you do, miss." He shook his hand off, "My friends..." he gestured behind him, and the two people from your apartment stepped forward, "Might be able to jog your memory." The girl gave you a devious grin, and the man cracked his knuckles. "Unless you remember where he is." He stepped back.

Your stomach dropped as you saw the girl pull out a blade, "I really don't know where he is right now, I haven't seen him since I first met him." You said, your cool demeanor dropping as you let fear seep into your voice.

You closed your eyes as the woman approached you and started dragging her blade gently down your face and neck. You shivered, a tear rolling down your face.

John rushed into the building, hair slicked back, gun drawn. His eyes were laser focused as he made his way through the halls, tactfully taking out guard after guard. He had been running from Santino and those out for his bounty, but yet here he was, running directly to him. He had to, you were innocent and kind, and he couldn't let you get killed because of him.

He walked into an oddly quiet room, and whipped around and came face to face with Santino. He smiled, placing his hands in his pockets. "That woman, she's quite the fighter y'know." He began to pace around John, "Gave my acquaintances quite some cuts and bruises."

John glared, continuing to keep his gun aimed directly at Santino's head. "I was thinking... we'd repay the favor." John looked up as he heard a feminine scream above him. Santino gave him a sickening smile.

"What do you want?" He growled, glaring at Santino.

Santino simply shrugged, "Well, you know I can't just let you get away with murdering my sister. Even if it had to be done." He chuckled, tapping his fingers together. "It's so sad really, she was quite beautiful." As if on cue, another scream resonated out, and John cursed as more armed guards poured out from behind Santino.

He ducked blows, fought, stabbed and shot his way through the seemingly endless waves of men. He felt himself getting tired, he knew he had to get to you soon, before things got bad. He groaned as a man managed to pierce his shoulder with a blade, he threw the man over him onto his back and staggered out of the room, following the sound of the your moans and wails.

He kicked open the door with his foot, seeing you. His heart sank, your lip was busted and bloodied, dark lines of crimson littered your neck and collarbone. You had tears streaming down your face, and a large bruise across your forehead. The woman that groped him in the museum a few days prior continued to drag her blade down your delicate skin. He let out a guttural scream, throwing his gun down as he was out of ammunition, and tackling her to the ground, disarming her. John sprang up, adrenaline pumping through his veins at the sight of you being tortured. He turned around and clocked the man straight in the jaw before turning to you, quickly freeing you from your bonds and touching you. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." He whispered hastily, turning back around to make sure the two were still sufficiently stunned before lifting you into his arms and hurrying out the building. He kept muttering apologies over and over again as he maneuvered his way out of Santino's base, keeping you safe.

You had lost a lot of blood, and you were floating in and out of consciousness. You felt warm comforting hands caress your face as you saw John's figure above you. You wondered if it was real or something your subconscious had presented to you.

His deep voice cut through, "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." He whispered as he pulled you into his strong arms. You melted into his grasp, hearing his voice rumbling from his chest but what he was saying was inaudible to you.

You meekly grasped his black blazer as you saw your blood slowly seeping into his dress shirt, you felt your consciousnesses slipping from you yet again, seeing the crimson steps of the Continental in front of you before everything went black and you slumped into John's arms.

You came to, John's strong arms still laced around your waist as you both laid in bed. You gently touched your neck, your wounds had been bandaged. You pivoted slightly, turning so you could face John. He was still sleeping, you sighed as you noticed the fresh bruises absolutely covering his body. You couldn't believe he actually came and helped you, you thought you'd never see him again. You gently ran you fingers through his hair as you felt emotion welling up in you and a few tears began flowing down your face.

John opened his eyes, cupping your face in his large hand. "You came back for me." You whispered, nestling your face into his chest.

John cradled you in his arms, gently rubbing your back with his hand, "I'll always come back for you, (Y/N)." He laid a gentle kiss on your forehead. You held him tightly, never wanting to let go.

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missouris-googlehistory · 6 years

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Chapter VI | Berlin wall

Germany had been doing well since receiving Bübchen from France. The Allies allowed him to stay in his own house, unsupervised. All was going well, until November came.

Francis arrived home after a days work and dealing with his boss. He decided to relax by watching some TV. As he flipped through the channels the words ‘Germany’, ‘wall’ and ‘fall’ caught his attention. “What!?” He desperately tried to find the news station again. “Ahaha!”

“Crowds gather at the Berlin wall!” The English news reporter declared. Francis immediately grew concerned. Being a nation in a time of Revolution was like being several different beings at once. There was anger and rage, fear and sadness, happiness and hope all at once. Germany was still young. He had to check on him.

It took sometime for Francis to get there, but that didn't matter. The real action was only just beginning. Between getting to the airport, the plane ride itself and finding Germany it was now around nine o’clock. He got as close to the wall by car as he humanly could. Then stepped out to face a crowd of thousands of Western Germans. Yet France knew exactly where to go. He marched straight to the front without stopping, his eyes flashing around to find his tall blue eyed German. Lucky for him being blonde wasn't actually a true German trait either so he eventually spotted his platinum blonde head of perfectly slicked back hair. This took him around an hour and a half. “Allgemagne!” Ludwig looked over, of course only one person would call him that.

“France!? What are you doing here!?” Ludwig shouted in surprise.

“I saw the news and I wanted to make sure you're ok!” Francis smiled, though it was not returned.

“No I'm not OK! We've been waiting here for hours! America and Russia keep making up excuses!” Ludwig was ready to boil over in rage, France noticed the pick axe.

‘No..he couldn't possibly! Are they really going to!?’ Francis looked at the scene around him. Germany noticed his dazed expression and explained.

“If they don't let us or the other side pass through, we’re going to tear it down.”

“Germany that's insanity!” The crowd began to grow restless,

“Then so be it. This ends tonight!” With that he struck his pick ax at the iron curtain. A wave of people joined him, beginning to pick off pieces of it with their bare hands.

A few hours had passed and Ludwig's ax was long gone, lent to a stranger he had began to punch and pull at the wall. Francis was hugging Bübchen, he was honestly a little afraid. Ludwig looked down at him. “If you can't handle seeing me angry, maybe you should leave.” His words came off more harsh and cold, than friendly and understanding. Francis looked away from him and shut his eyes tightly.

“No no! I'm fine! I want to be here for you.” He couldn't tell if he was shaking from the cold or from fear of Ludwig's aggressive attitude. Bübchen noticed and licked his face, distracting him of the terrible thoughts that began to reappear in his mind. Francis giggled and pet him, when he finally looked up Germany was nowhere to be seen. However, there was a massive hole where the wall used to be. Francis peaked through, he couldn't see him, but he could hear Ludwig calling out for his brother.

“PRUSSIA!” Ludwig yelled and looked around frantically. He called and called his name, both country and human for what seemed an eternity. The worst entered his mine. Russia had killed him, Gilbert was unable to survive. Or worse. Germany killed him. Tearing down that wall destroyed the last title Gilbert ever held as a country. East Germany. He officially dissolved his brother.

Ludwig collapsed and wept. He could only blame himself. “What have I done..” He took his hands away from his face as he noticed tattered shoes standing before him.

“Haha little bruder thought that the awesome me could die!” Prussia laughed obnoxiously, then started to cough. He was still sickly so he had remained on the sidelines, waiting for the crowd to clear up. "Since I'm so awesome and nice I let everyone else go first. I have plenty of awesome time left.” He smirked. Ludwig ignored him and pounced on him. “GILBERT. YOU'RE ALIVE!” He cried and kissed all over his face. The smaller German couldn't support the others weight and eventually fell over.

“Jeez I missed you to west!” He hugged him tightly and laughed.

“Don't call me that anymore!” Ludwig stood up. “We can be united again.” He reached out his hand. Prussia had difficulty sitting up.

“No west..my time as a nation is done. I don't know when..but I can't stay with you much longer.” Ludwig held back tears.

“Stop it that's not true!” He tried to help him up yet his hand passed right through. "No.. Please..”

France ran over to see what was taking so long, then he noticed it. “Prussia..” The albino looked up.

“Hey France. Is it too late to say I'm sorry for treating you like shit?” He asked, referring to many of their previous wars. Francis shrugged.

“Countries fight. It's not your fault.” The Franco-Prussian war happened so long ago, was he really more sorry for that than as his more recent war crimes? “We'll help you get better.”

“Na. I'm ready to accept death!” He laughed.

“Not today old man. Spain wants to see you.” He was able to pull the Prussian up along with Germany after some reassurance that they wouldn't allow him to die on the sidewalk.

“Really? Oh.” Ludwig rolled his eyes.

“Let's go home.” The trio started walking to Ludwig's house as Bübchen followed. Gilbert noticed Ludwig's expression.

“Oh west! You know you missed me~”

“Ja ja.”

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Returned Part 1

Series: Returned

Supernatural fan-fic

Chapter: 1

Pairing(s): Dean x Cas(eventually)

Warnings: language, violence, mention of child abuse, sibling murder, some deancas fluff and angst, hinted deancas smut(nothing too bad, but I thought I should mention it anyway), dean nightmare, and let me know if there is something I should've put but didn't.

Note: This is my way of celebrating my blog hitting 200 FOLLOWERS. I'm very excited about this, and I've had this idea for a while, so I figured that I'd write it for my 200 celebration, but I'm delighted to say that that came far sooner than I expected. I just wanted to say thank you SO much for following me! And please let me know in the comments how you feel about chapter 1 of "Returned". If you want tagged for further chapters, let me know, and I'll see if I can figure out how to work the tags. If you have any suggestions for further chapters, let me know, and ill see what I can do to put it in! Once again, thank you all so much for following me! Chapter 2 will be posted soon!

(Dream in italics)

At 11:32pm, a black 1967 Chevy Impala pulled into the garage of an old Men of Letters bunker, carrying 5 weary passengers. The driver, a tall man with startling green eyes, sighed upon entering. "Home sweet home." This man, was Dean Winchester. And the other 4 passengers, of course, were; Sam and Mary Winchester, Castiel the Angel, and Jack Kline the Nephilim. The very odd family had just returned from a fairly tough Werewolf hunt.

Bruised, bleeding, and just plain exhausted, the family exited the car, and entered the seemingly endless hallway that would deliver them to the Bunker proper. "Who wants pancakes?" Mary asked with a falsely cheerful smile. "I do!" Jack replied almost at once. Mary gave Jack a tired chuckle and a fond smile. Sam said as he dropped the dark blue duffle bag onto the war room table, "I'm sure Dean does too." Dean shook his head, and said through a yawn, "No, I'm good." Sam frowned at Dean, and laughed when Castiel put a hand to Dean's forehead. Blushing a deep shade of pink, Dean spluttered, "C-Cas, what exactly are you doing?" Castiel squinted at Dean, and tilted his head to the side as he replied, "I am checking your temperature."

Ignoring Sam's extremely loud laughter, Dean asked, "And why are you doing that?" Dropping his hand, Castiel replied, "You turned down food, so I thought you might be sick." At this, Sam laughed so hard that Dean was surprised that he wasn't running for a bathroom. Dean's blush deepened from pink to red, as he said, "No Cas, I'm not sick, I'm just tired. I just need to sleep a little. Get my 4 hours in, ya know?" Castiel frowned, and said, "No, I do not. But I will take your word for it." Dean cleared his throat, and said, "Alright then. I'm going to bed. Unless... you would like to come with me?"

Dean said this with a slight hopefulness that did not escape the attention of Mary and Sam, but Castiel noticed nothing. In his typical confused fashion, Castiel took Dean's offer to be a joke. "So, this is sarcasm." He thought. Not knowing how to respond to what he took to be just Dean's sense of humor, Castiel treated it as a serious request. "No thank you, Dean. I will just go and read some lore in the library."

With sadness that was obvious to everyone in the room, Dean nodded, and turned on his heel. Thinking hopefully that Dean had not been just joking, Castiel reached his hand out to stop him from leaving. But Dean was already slipping moodily through the doorway, and into the winding hallway that lead to Dean's room.

Dean sped quickly to his room, cursing his own stupidity the entire way. Slamming the door behind him, Dean went in. Not bothering to even undress, Dean dropped down to his bed, and sprawled himself out on top of the covers. Dean thought that, as usual, he would be kept up by thoughts of Cas, but much to his surprise, his eye lids began to droop as soon as his head touched the pillow.

The few feet between them might as well have been miles. Dean started as his sweeping gaze caught bright blue eyes, blinking slowly in the dim light. "Hello Dean." The gravelly voice behind the eyes that he so loved spoke. "C-Cas?" Dean's voice echoed in the small space. Suddenly Cas was under him, and smiling a shy, but perfect smile.

Dean couldn't believe that this was happening. Cas was here, and Cas was his. He HAD to be dreaming. It was with a pang that he realized he really was dreaming. If this were real, Cas would never be here, or be his.

But, Dean decided to make the most of the most beautiful person he had ever seen, laying completely naked beneath him. Even if it WAS only a dream.

Cas gave of a cute little gasp as Dean's mouth crashed against his. Dean shuddered as Cas' long fingers dug into his back. "C-Cas?" Dean said shyly. Castiel ran his fingers through Dean's hair as he replied softly. "Yes Dean?" Dean gulped before saying the one thing that he had wanted to tell the real Cas for years.

"I love you." Cas offered Dean a shy smile and Dean studied his face as a hint of pink lit it up. "I love you too Dean." Dean sighed in relief. Dean's sigh turned into a growl as Cas ran his hand down Dean's back, going lower and lower. Dean gasped in shock as Cas' hand found it's destination.

Cas laughed a gravelly laugh that Dean could listen to forever, before pulling the blanket up over their heads.

When they finally reemerged from under the blanket, Dean's face was a mask of joy, and Cas' face was lit up with bliss. "That was..." Dean began before he trailed off. "I know." Cas said quietly. But just as Dean's arms wrapped around Cas' glowing frame, everything changed.

A whirlwind the color of blood spiraled across Dean's perfect dream, and Cas was ripped away from him. "Cas!" Dean shouted desperately. But Cas was unable to answer as he was carried away on the wind. Dean screamed as the whirlwind swept him up, and he was tossed all around the red vertex.

When the whirlwind finally dropped Dean, he was standing right smack in the middle of an old nightmare that he hadn't seen in years. This nightmare was something that Dean used to dread, but over the years, the event that lead to it had become so faint that Dean could almost pretend that it had happened the way he and John had told Sam it had.

Dean's tear filled green eyes were locked onto her blood shot brown ones. She was no older than he was, in fact she was 12 minuets younger, but she looked like she was years older. Dean knew her to be a very cheerful person, but the dark circles under her eyes told him that her story lately had not been so bright. Dean tried his best to keep his eyes averted from the scarlet blood that had been forcefully smeared across her mouth, but to no avail.

Dean started as his father's cold words bit into his brain like knives. "Do it Dean." He had said. The tears which Dean was struggling to hold back threatened to spill over as she begged him, "Dean... don't do it. Please don't do it." She wasn't crying, and Dean was not surprised. She was made of tougher stuff than that. His hands were slick with sweat on the leather covered handle of John's revolver. "Dean. Now." John Commanded.

Dean couldn't breathe. Her calm eyes bore into his, as she said in a reasonable tone, the same tone she had used when coaxing Sammy to finish his dinner, "Dean, you don't have to do this, you're better than this." His hands began shaking. He didn't want to do it, but what other choice did he have? "Dean! Do as I say!" John shouted angry at being disobeyed. Dean flinched, expecting the rough hit that would usually accompany his disobedience. But the hit never came, making Dean realize that John didn't want this either. Not really. But he had asked it to be done, so it had to be done. Slowly as he could, Dean reluctantly slid his index finger to the cold, steel trigger.

"Dean, you don't have to do what Dad says, you can walk away from this." Her soft and gentle tone did nothing to soften the implication of her words. Did she think he couldn't do it? Did she really think that he was that weak? He wasn't weak, and he meant to tell her that, but what came out instead would tell her just exactly what he had decided to do. "Shut up Alley! Just shut up! I'm not like you! I'm not a weak, insufferable coward! I don't abandon my family when they need me! I didn't take Sammy and run, leaving behind the only other 2 people who cared about me! No, Alley. I can't walk away. I won't walk away. I'm so sorry Sissy, and I hope that you'll forgive me in Heaven, if we make it there. If not, then see you in Hell."

Her brown eyes widened, betraying the first sign of terror. Her voice was pitched overly high as she said, "Dean..." BANG! Dean gasped as the tiny revolver recoiled in his sweaty hands. Dean screamed in anguish as he saw the perfectly round bullet-hole in her forehead. "You had to do it son." John said grimly, ignoring Dean's cries. Dean walked stiffly over to where she layed, rigid as a board. Dean fell to his knees next to her, and let his tears fall freely. Dean, gently as he could manage, cradled her head in his lap.

Dean then began rocking numbly back and forth. "I'm so sorry Sissy, I had to do it. I'm so sorry." Dean repeatedly whispered to her deaf ears. Dean's whispers slowly got louder as she just layed there, unknowing and uncaring that his very soul felt like it was shattering. John reached a shaking hand over Dean's shoulder and closed the glassy, sightless eyes of his only daughter. "Bye Princess." John whispered faintly.

Dean's whispers rose to screams of "Sissy wake up! I'm sorry Sissy! Please wake up!" Then he began repeating at the same volume, "Sissy no! Sissy no! Sissy no!" A deep rumbling voice that had never been there before yelled, "Dean wake up!" Dean heard the slightly familiar voice as if from the other end of a long, long tunnel. Dean watched in shock as Alley did something she had never done before. She woke up. "Dean." She said angrily. Dean's screams didn't stop, but his heart nearly did as she stood. The bullet-hole was miraculously gone, and she looked at him with none of the love he remembered seeing in those eyes, even when they were blank and glassy.

"Dean wake up!" the voice cut in again, sounding closer this time. "Dean," She said to him, some of the old love seeping back into her voice and eyes. "Beany, you've got to wake up. And you can't dream about me anymore okay?" Still screaming, Dean nodded. "There's my good -"

But her good what, he would never know, for at this moment, Castiel finally succeeded at waking him up. Dean sat up, still screaming her name. Castiel's arms enveloped him instantly. And mere seconds later, Sam's hand clamped onto his shoulder. Tears poured down Dean's face in streams. Great, wracking sobs ripped through Dean's body. "It's okay Dean. Shhhh... You're okay. You're safe, I promise." Castiel's voice soothingly rumbled. Dean shook his head, and burried his face into Castiel's shoulder.

Mary's voice sounded from somewhere to Dean's right, and she sounded worried. "What's wrong with Dean?" She asked. Dean dug his fingers into Castiel's back as he thought that she wouldn't care if she knew what he had done. Nobody answered Mary.

Castiel tilted his head a bit to the side and asked Sam, "Who is Sissy?" Cas and Sam immediately felt Dean tense. Sam took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then answered slowly, "Sissy is the nickname that Dean had for our sister." Mary nodded and said, "Like how he calls you Sammy." Sam shrugged, "Not exactly. He always called her that because she wasn't a sissy. She was tougher than Dean or I, and we all knew it. I think that calling her Sissy just made him feel better about it, and she never minded much, so he just kept doing it."

Castiel squinted at Sam. "You have a sister?" Sam nodded. "Yes. Well... had a sister..." Castiel tilted his head even further to the side. "Had?" Sam cleared his throat and said, "She died when I was 13. Vamp got her. Dad and Dean saw the whole thing, but couldn't stop it. She was Dean's twin." Castiel's arms tightened even more around Dean as Sam finished.

Miles away, the ground beneath a 23-year-old oak tree began heaving and moving. In a matter of minutes, a girl was crawling out of it. All 6 feet of her stood on the edge of the patch of churned earth, staring up at the light purple sky, just visible through the tree branches. It had been so long since she'd last seen the sky, but just how long, she had no clue.

"Dean," She whispered to the heavens with an edge in her voice. "I'm coming for you brother."

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I'm Not Gay

Another prompt by @crimsonsoulpower who wanted "Hannibal seducing straight Will." You got it my friend. Hope you enjoy! ~~ "Well, hello there handsome." "Excuse me?" This was possibly the worst thing Will has done, no wait, second to worst thing he's done. The trip to his cousins place for Christmas was by far the worst thing ever, but this is a close second. Beverly his dearest friend, and possibly the only person who can stand his strange mind, had asked Will to join her for a night of drinks. And well, who was he to away no to free whiskey and beer. Only to come to a stop at the sight of what bar they were going to in the first place. "Bev...you know I'm straight....right?" He asked, narrowing eyes at his mischevious friend. "Of course I do, but this is the only good place I could find that has nice one night stands, that aren't hookers. Now are you coking or not?" She smiled, and god did he know that look on her face. Sighing, more to himself than to her, he followed into the gay bar. "I'm only here for the drinks." He mumbled, half way down to the entrance. "OK but if a hot guy comes by, and offers to buy you the whole bar, you batter indulge him." "I'm not gay!" "Have fun!" "Bev!" And to put it nicely, that was that. Will had not caught head nor tail of Beverly, of course he did give up looking after a while of trying. OK. He only looked for a few seconds, before the sweat drunken song of alcohol was singing to him. And right after his second drink, the men started rolling around. "Hey there, sugar lips, I don't think I've seen you here before. How abo-" "Sorry, not interested." The man looked a little shocked at Will's answer, glaring a pinch, before stalking off to go sulk somewhere else. Not even a few minutes later, and another hungry one was stalking right up to him. And of course Will gave him the boot, along with a not so nice threat. "God this is awful." He groaned, draining another swig, and turning to look for Beverly. Nope. Still no sign of that woman. Groaning, he turned back to the bar, looking away as the bartender gave him a sad look of pity. And rested his head in his shoulders. Constantly he was snapping at anyone who dared to come near him, and pushing them away. He just wanted to go home, back to his pack and his silent house, but he had no ride and had no idea where he was. At the sound of the chair next, Will sighed, straightening up and opening his mouth to hiss at another attempt for sex. "Listen, I already told your friends the answer is no," he snarled, running at his eyes angrily. "Now just go back to them, and tell the rest of your pack to kindly. Fuck. Off." "I believe you may have mistaken me for someone else." An accented voice spoke up, bringing him out of his drunken haze. "Oh." Where Will expected some macho man, with a clean cut and a smug smile to sit in front of him, he found himself dead wrong. Like a slap to a face by a wild bass jumping out of the stream. The man next to him, was definitely not who he expected to see at a place like this. The man was like vintage wine, plaid suit, neatly combed hair, clean shave, and those eyes were like the blood of a wild animal. Will found himself floundering at the sight of the man, before clamping his mouth shut and turning to his drink. "Hard night?" "You could say something like that." "Oh?" Will tilted his head to the side, contemplating weather he wanted to talk to the man, or not. He seemed pretty nice and decent enough not to ask straightforward if Will wanted to fuck, so he couldn't see why not. "A friend of mine brought me here, on the idea that we were just getting a drink. She, however did not tell me that we were going to a gay bar, and now I have no ride back to my house." He explained, sipping at his drink during periods. The man smiled, chuckling a little to himself, which earned him a raised eyebrow from Will. "I apologise, but I seem to be in the same situation as well. A friend as well has brought me here, but I had lost her in the crowd." He said, swirling his wine around, because of course he would order wine, and took a slow sip. "If you would like, I could drive you home." The man insisted. Will laughed, shaking his head. "I don't even know who you are, and we just met. You could be a killer for all I knew." The man seemed to smile even more at his joke, "Forgive me, I have been very rude. Dr. Hannibal Lecter, at your service." "Oh, a doctor, no wonder you look so fancy, what do you work in?" He jokes, holding out a hand. "Will Graham." Hannibal shakes his hand, smiling at the man's terribly rude humor. "I'm a doctor of the body and mind, but now I work as a psychiatrist." "Ah." "Ah?" "See, there's the problem there, if I was gay then I would not be going home with you. Sorry, but psychiatrist are not my comfort zone." Will explained, waving a hand around to get his point across. "I think I'd rather be fucking you, than talking about how I feel, or how miserable my childhood was." Hannibal can't help himself when he laughs, "That would make for a terrible one night stand, I do have to agree." He sets his empty wine glass down, sliding off the stool and turning back to face Will since he straightens himself. "How about we continue this, while I drive you home. No therapeutic session involved. Promise." Will smiles, shaking the curls out of his face as he follows the man out of the bar. He Stops to take a glance around the room for Beverly, but when he doesn't find her, he shrugs and follows behind. If he gets killed at least he had a couple of drinks before hand. The car rude starts quietly at first, until Hannibal turns the radio on, and classical orchestras begin to fill the car. He rises an eyebrow at Will, as he snorts and shakes his head. "Something wrong?" "Of course you would listen to...to-what is this Wolfgang?" "Goldberg Variations, I believe it is called. A work written for harpsichord by Johann Sebastian Bach. First published in 1741, the work is considered to be one of the most important examples of variation form." "Well, I bet your just peachy at family trivia, aren't you doctor?" "I believe I do not understand what you are talking about. Care to explain?" "You're joking right? Family trivia? You know, when you sit around the table with your family, have the little question cards. Every family does it." "I never knew my family as well as I wished I had, they died in a war when I was young." "Oh..." Will listens to the eerie silence in the car, his body coiling tight at the tension. He opens and closes his mouth, trying to figure a way to make things better. "Would you like to talk about how that makes you feel?" God! He could just shoot himself right now. That was such an ass-oh. Sitting right next to him, Hannibal smiles once more, those canine like fangs glinting in the light as he laughs. Will finds himself smiling at his own awful joke. "I don't think your certified to ask such a question, Will." Hannibal joked, taking another turn down the snowy road. "I don't know, Dr. Graham, sounds way more efficient than Lecter does. I could probably pull it off better than you." He jabs. "Oh? Shall I pull the car over, and lay down so we can proceeded with this?" Hannibal chuckles. "I'd like to see how this proceeds through the night." "Well, if you insist." The car jerks, flinging Will forward, as it goes flying into the side of the road. He yelps, holding his hands up to cover himself, but the car doesn't crash as hard as he expected it to. Will waits for a few minutes, then pulls arms down to see the front have of the car getting covered in snow. Hannibal looks perplexed, then turns to open up his door only for his side to be covered in snow as well. He frowns, and turns around to look behind him. They are in the middle of no where. "It appears that we will have to stay here for the night." He muses, checking his phone only to find that he has no service. "Well, that's just peachy." Will grumbles, fumbling with his own phone to see if will work. No use. "So what now?" Hannibal sighs, a small smile beginning to form on his lips, as he turns back to Will. "I can think of a few things." ~~ "Oh....OH! Fuck! Yes, right there. Fu-Hannibal!" When in doubt, and finding yourself stuck in a car by snow with a handsome stranger, it's always nice to get to know each other a little better. And by get to know each other, Will to possibly end up fucking each other in the back of a leather seated Bentley. Wow. They should really pit warning labels on meeting handsome European men. Hannibal has Will on his back, clothes strewn around the car in odd places, moaning like the end of the world. He has two fingers, about to be three, shoved into Will's wet hole, while his mouth preoccupies itself with the man's pink nipples. Will cries out again, tugging at Hannibal's hair while tightening his legs around his waist. Hot breath leaving his lips, and forming soft clouds of most as he pants. " You are absolutely exquisite, Will. I would have never imagine how it might feel to have you like this." Hannibal mumbles, lavishing his tongue across the red nipple he was playing with. Will's hips jerk, as he moans again, "Pl-please, Hannibal. F-Fuck me already! AH!" "Patienc-" "Fuck your, patience." Will grits out, tugging harshly at Hannibal's hair again. "I want you now, Hannibal." Hannibal smirks, pulling his fingers out of Will, before spitting on his hand and slicks up his cock. He smiles, as Will wiggles his ass around, smirking up at him as he tries to entice the man. Oh, but he does not already know that he has Hannibal's entire attention, wrapped around his fingers. Because after this, Hannibal plans to never let this beautiful creature out of his sight. Will wraps his arms around Hannibal's neck, as the man hoist his hips up and presses the head of his cock into him. Nails digging deep enough to leave marks, Will bites his bottom lip as Hannibal presses in further. He hadn't realized how big the man was until he's fully inside of him, and Will's head falls back as he gasps for air. Hannibal purrs at the sight of Will coming undone by him, he presses a little further, before starting to pull out. Will gasps, clinging to him like a life line, his body tensing slowly and tightening all around him. Hannibal groans, leaning down to catch himself at the feeling, while he presses back into Will's heat. Will sighs, his body starting to go lax a bit, as he pulls Hannibal down for a kiss. Hannibal starts up a slow pace, thrusting in and out as he devours Will's lips. It would have been nice for them to continue, or to go in silence. But then, Will's phone had suddenly gone off, causing both men to jerk and groan. He fumbles to find his pants, pulling out his phone and motioning for Hannibal to keep it down. Hannibal however, has other plans. "Hel-" "Will!! Where the hell are you, I've been looking all over for you." Beverly screams into the phone, he jerks the speaker away from his ears as she yells. "I'm with someone at the moment, Hannibal was taking me home, but then we got...well stuck." He explained, his eyes starting to close shut as Hannibal peppers his neck in loving kisses. Beverly goes silent for a minute, before speaking, "Oh, I see what's going on. Well, you two have fun, make sure to use protection Will." "Bev, I'm not gay!" "Sure. And I'm straight. Bye!" "Be-Oh, for fucks sake." He tosses the phone to the ground, and turns back to Hannibal who is laughing into Will's neck. "What? What!" "You're not gay, and yet here we are with your back on to the seat, while I have my cock inside you." Hannibal hums, moving his hips a little to remind Will of what they were doing previously. "Shut up, and get back to fucking me." Will growls, as his hips react to Hannibal's movement. "Gladly."

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