#captain syverson pov

[poledancingdinos]

You're My Person

Pairing: Captain Syverson X OFC (1st person POV)

Word Count: 1139

Warnings: Domestic Fluff

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“Ow! Motherfucker!” I rubbed my head where I’d hit it on the kitchen cabinets. Yes, I hit my forehead on the eye-level kitchen cabinets. No, it unfortunately wasn’t the first time. Yes, I did foresee it happening again. 

The washing machine buzzed, giving me an excuse to escape the kitchen and leave behind the sink full of dirty dishes. If I didn’t immediately hang the laundry on the line, I would definitely forget to do it until the next time I tried to start a load and found the washer full of moldy clothing.

When I came back in, nearly tripping over Aika who darted outside right as I opened the door, I found Sy leaning with one shoulder on the kitchen archway. Instinctively, I checked his feet to make sure he wasn’t leaving dirty footprints on the freshly mopped floors.

“Hey, did you want me to get you something before I start the dishes?”

It wasn’t unusual for him to ask me to get him a drink when he came in with grease-covered hands. Having a mini-fridge—or even a second full-sized fridge—in the garage might be something to consider in the future. The extra freezer space would not go to waste with Sy’s appetite resembling that of a starved animal.

“Actually, I need ya to come downstairs with me.”

Confused, I set the empty basket on the table and followed without protest. I was expecting him to show me some new problem that would need to be fixed in the bathroom we were renovating, but instead he caught hold of my wrist and led me the opposite way towards our lounge area.

Sy pointed at a spot in the corner of the sectional couch where all my fluffy blankets were waiting.

“Sit.”

He waited until I obeyed before pointing to a steaming mug of hot chocolate that I hadn’t noticed was waiting for me on the table.

“Drink.”

Finally, he handed over the TV remote.

“Watch. No more work, no more chores, I don’t want ya back upstairs until you’re singin’ about pineapples and not tellin’ the truth.”

“Pineapples aren’t in the theme song,” I corrected without thinking, taking the remote.

“Blueberries then.”

“Those aren’t in the song either.”

To his credit, Sy fixed me with a sharp look but kept the annoyance out of his tone. “You’re doin’ it again.”

I was. I’d been picking fights over the most insignificant things all day—sometimes even with inanimate objects. In my defense though, carefully clearing the jammed paper didn’t keep the printer from eating more pages but threatening to throw it off the roof sure as hell seemed to finally make it run smoothly.

With a sigh, I let my head drop on the back of the couch. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Thank you for all this. You can go back to what you were doing.”

Making myself comfortable with one blanket around my shoulders and another over my lap—a necessity even at the height of summer since the whole house was on Sy temperature—I picked up the hot chocolate from the table. I gently blew on the hot milk before taking a small sip. Sy had made it just how I like it with lots of cocoa, sugar and a tiny pinch of salt instead of the pre-made mix. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked when I noticed Sy hadn’t moved. He stood in the same spot, arms crossed over his chest and frowning at the ground.

“Nothin’,” Sy scratched his scruffy cheek before putting his hands in his pockets, “I’m just realizin’ I have no clue what your favorite show is even about.”

Sy wasn’t really the binge-watching type. Actually, he wasn’t really the watching type period. Occasionally he would hear about a new show or movie that he specifically wanted to watch but other than that he normally did his own thing when I watched my shows. That was why we had our main living room upstairs and a movie area downstairs.

“I’ve explained it before, haven’t I?” I took another sip of my hot chocolate, humming in satisfaction.

“Sort of,” he shrugged. “You said it was a guy pretendin’ to be a psychic but I never understood why the boxset had a pineapple on it.”

“The lead actor ad-libbed a line with a random prop pineapple in the pilot and the showrunners ran with it. The blueberry is from a line in the second season and it refers to their little blue hatchback.”

There were numerous magnets on the fridge with silly quotes from the show or fanart which was how Sy knew about the fruity references but not the actual plot of the show. I also had a habit of humming the theme song around the house when I was feeling particularly perky.

“Huh.” There was another moment of silence before Sy seemed to shake off whatever thoughts were going through his head. “You need me to put a DVD in for ya?”

“No, I think I’ll stream it while it’s available. That way I don’t need to get out of my blanket burrito to change seasons.”

With a nod, Sy kissed the top of my head and left me to pick out an episode. I didn’t really know which one to watch so I found a number generator on my phone and had it pick one for me. I wasn’t currently doing a rewatch so there was no reason to follow any particular order.

To my surprise, Sy returned with snacks and a beer right as I prepared to press play. He had swapped out of his work clothes for a pair of grey sweats and an old army shirt.

“I thought you had stuff you wanted to finish in the garage?”

He dropped by my side with a groan. “Changin’ the breaks can wait until next weekend. I’ll sit with you for the evenin’ and take care of the rest of the chores tomorrow.”

“What about supper?”

“Food will be here in an hour.” One large arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. “Now, what do I gotta know before we start?”

Nervous energy passed through me and I had to actively try to contain my excitement.

“There’s nothing specific to know for this episode but in general? We never skip the opening or ending credits, I will sing them every time and if you see the hidden pineapple you have to point it out.”

That seemed to pique Sy’s interest. If anything, it would give him something to focus on if he got bored halfway through which I really hoped wouldn’t happen. He set a bowl of popcorn on his lap and nodded for me to start the episode. Smiling to myself, I sank deeper into his side and leaned my head on Sy’s shoulder.

I was feeling better already.

[sillyrabbit81]

Fuse

Prompt: Sleepy & Lazy, Daddy Kink from @myaimlessuniverse (x) Thank you so much for sending the prompt in. Sorry its taken so long.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 600

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, praise kink, probably some dd/lg vibes (I don't know! maybe!), p in v sex, Sy POV

Authors Note: Hi... Been a while... Probably not what you expected, but I swear I'm working on the Brotherhood, but I also have quite a few of these left so I thought I'd knock one out as a warm up for the smut I'm trying to write in the Brotherhood (the Brotherhood won't have daddy kink in it fyi) I'm not feeling Daddy kink like I used to and so I tried to write this a little different from what I had done before. Fingers crossed! As always I need to thank my amazing mate and reader @nashibirne , your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated. I also need to thank @augustsprincess for her reading and suggestions.

It was edited by me, on the fly, there will be errors

Dividers by me.

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Sy tightens his jaw and he breathes out a ragged curse through his teeth as he slips past your slick, velvet folds and into your silken heat. He watches, enthralled by the utterly carnal vision of himself disappearing inside your impossibly tight core.

“Stop,” you gasp and he peers up at you perched precariously above him. 

Your thighs tremble beneath his hands and it takes everything he has to stop himself from grabbing your hips and sliding your blossoming core all the way down his cock.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” he says, dropping his gaze back to the explicit view between your legs. 

You’ve only taken the tip of him inside yourself and already he feels that tingle brewing in the base of his spine. He’s waited so long for you, longer than he ever thought he’d wait for anyone and he could barely stand it.

“Just a little more, I know you can do it.”

“Daddy,” you whimper. “You’re too big.”

He groans as sweat breaks out over his forehead. “Fuck, baby. You’re killin’ me here.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, in a voice that quivers as much as your pouty bottom lip.

Sy’s heart breaks and he sits up drawing you to his chest. “Hush. You did so good for me baby. Daddy’s proud of you for tryin’.” 

With the tip of his cock still trapped within your snug pussy, he rocks you slowly, murmuring his sweet praise in your ear as he strokes your hair. His thumb caresses your cheek and he smiles when he feels your soft lips against his pad. His cock pulses inside of you as your plush tongue curls around him and you begin to suck. It doesn’t take long for him to feel your quivering body relax against him. He closes his eyes, content as he feels you hum happily within his arms.

He doesn’t really notice at first, he thinks the soft warmth enveloping his cock must be his imagination. Then he hears you moan.

“Babygirl?” he murmurs, softly.

“Hmm?”

He looks at your pretty head resting on his shoulder. You look almost asleep, your eyes seem to have trouble focussing and you’re still sucking hard on his thumb. But then you sigh and nuzzle into his neck while you roll your hips and there’s no doubt about it, you’re slowly sinking lower onto his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he growls into your ear. “That my good fuckin’ girl.”

Sy clenches his jaw to keep himself in check, each moment you rock your hips and take more of him into you is the most exquisite torture he’s ever had. 

“Am I doing good, Daddy?” you ask, hesitantly, dropping his thumb from your mouth.

He’s trembling as much as you were earlier. He has no idea how you can’t see how much you’re affecting him, that you can’t see that in this moment he’d give you everything, anything, just for a little bit more of your sweet pussy.

“So good baby,” he groans. “But don’t stop, Daddy needs more.”

He has to lay down, he has to see his thickness stretch you open. He holds your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he falls back to the bed. His mouth falls open as he watches the last of his cock vanish and your bodies completely fuse. 

He can’t hold it back, that orgasm that threatened from the start tore through his spine and his hips bucked up from the mattress. His eyes force themselves shut as hot pulses surge through him and even though he can’t see anymore, the image of your bodies finally together is burned into his psyche.

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 1

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Word Count: 3,502

Warnings: Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A big thanks to @shellyshellshell for encouraging me to write this story!

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

*Syverson POV*

It’s certainly difficult to leave the cool air conditioning of the house to head to work when the weather forecast predicts another scorching Texas summer day where the humidity makes your clothes immediately stick to your skin. It’s nothing I’m not familiar with having grown up in Texas my whole life and then spending two tours in the desert before returning home. You’d think I would move somewhere cold, but the south is all I know. I certainly couldn’t leave Nana and Pawpaw either. After finishing my last tour, I came home and bought an empty house in disrepair and spent the better part of a year ripping it to studs and rebuilding. I was really struggling with returning to civvy life after spending the majority last ten years in the sand pit. Originally, I had just planned to fix up my house so that it was comfortable and hell, livable, until I discovered what I wanted to do outside of the army. Remodeling my house taught me that I really enjoyed working with my hands and building things. I guess you could say taking a broken, outdated home and making it beautiful and functional again really resonated with me on a deeper level. I was lucky to leave the army with only some mild PTSD and nightmares. Hell, I had all of my limbs and was alive which is more that I can say I deserve. Staying busy helped me cope so after working towards getting my contractor’s license, I decided to start my own company, Syverson Contracting. It was still a small operation with only about seven employees including my cousin Alex, but we got by just fine.

After getting ready for the day and sipping on my cup of coffee on the porch with my German Shepard, Aika, I put my boots on and headed to the truck for the first day on a new worksite. Like usual, I called Nana on the way to work to check in. My grandparents lived about fifteen minutes away from me, but I still called to check on them every morning and make sure they’re doing alright. As I drive, Nana starts chattering all about how her friend’s granddaughter is single and I should be looking for a good woman to marry and settle down with. We’ve had this conversation umpteen times before but I can’t seem to get it through my stubborn grandmother’s head that it’s useless. I’ve been burned by too many women in the past as a young and naïve man and I just don’t want to bring someone into all of my problems. Yes, I go to therapy at the VA to help with my PTSD but it still doesn’t stop the sleepless nights and nightmares that immediately send me back to wartime in the desert. As much as I’ve always wanted a partner in life; a beautiful wife to come home to, a couple of kids and the proverbial picket fence, I just don’t see how it could be in the cards for me now. I’m too fucked up. Nana of course would never understand and I certainly don’t want to drag her into it so I just listen to her drone on and on about some chick named Susanne and then tell her that I’ve got to go.

After speaking with my team and giving instructions for the job, I went to Alex’s flatbed truck and we all started unloading the materials. The home we were working on was owned by a young couple expecting their first child. It was a simple job, replacing the flooring throughout the house, building a shed in the backyard for lawnmowers and other garden tools, and repairing some dry rotting siding near the fireplace. The great thing about my team is that I could get them started and didn’t have to micromanage them. After several hours in the walloping sun, we all broke for lunch. After cooling off and reenergizing at the local Wendy’s, we all headed back to the house to continue our work. Since I was used to being in these weather conditions, I decided to head out toward the edge of the woods in the backyard and start building the garden shed. When I went to lift up some of the plywood, I was beyond shocked to find a shaking and filthy little tan dog who appeared to be injured and terrified.

“Shit. Heya buddy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. It’s alright pal. Let me take a look atcha.”

As a true animal lover, I was immediately enraged. Someone had intentionally abused this poor defenseless animal and either abandoned it or it was able to limp off to the woods. The little male pup, couldn’t be older than a year was bleeding from four different wounds on the side of his sand colored body. The second I scooped him up, he was whining and cowering in fear.

“You’re alright little man. I’m gonna take care of ya. Let’s see if we can getcha to a vet.” I call Aika’s vet office and unfortunately there is no answer. Janet must still be taking her lunch break.

I see Alex walking outside to grab some of the flooring to bring inside and yell for him to come here.

“What’s up, Sy?”

“Just found this little guy beat to hell by the woods.”

“Jesus. What kind of bastards do that to an animal?” Alex ponders as he was looking at the injured and sick animal. 

“I’m gonna see if Dr. Robinson’s in. Hopefully I can get the little feller in today but I need you to run the site until I get back.”

“No problem, Sy. Didn’t she just have another kid? I’m not sure if she’ll be there but I know Jessica said something about them hiring a new vet so I’m sure someone will be around.”

The veterinarian’s office was only a fifteen-minute drive from the site so after giving the poor thing some water, I loaded him up and drove there.

On the ride over, he seemed to relax a bit and not shake as bad as he had been and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Oh Austin! How good to see you! Did your Aika have an appointment?”

“Hey Ms. Janet, is Dr. Robinson in? It’s not for Aika. I found this guy by the woods and he’s been hurt something awful.”

“Heavens to Betsy! Poor little angel! Elizabeth is out on maternity leave but we’ve hired a new vet. You'll like her. Let me check with her and see if she can work you in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A few moments later, Janet scurries back and directs me to an exam room with the little guy. I guess I could have just dropped him off and went back to work but my heart just couldn’t stand it. Hell, I fought to bring back Aika from Afghanistan because of how quickly I fell in love with her and she’s been the best dog ever. I can’t imagine leaving this little guy to potentially die from his injuries without a friendly face nearby.

*Knock Knock!*

The door opens and my heart stops at the same time. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen enters while carrying a clipboard and a stethoscope. She’s a petite little thing only reaching to my shoulders with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and crystal blue eyes that feel like they see straight to my soul.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Emma Miller. I hear you found this little guy in the woods?”

“Uh, yes ma’am. Hello there, I’m Austin Syverson. Yeah, I uh, I found him and he looks like he’s been abused.”

She smiles brightly and shakes my hand when I introduce myself and the moment I touch her soft skin, I can hardly think straight. Why the hell do I feel so jittery? It’s just a beautiful woman Sy. Get ahold of yourself. I tell her exactly what I found and she quickly starts examining him while speaking to him in a sweet voice.

“Hi sweet boy. You poor thing! I’m so sorry someone has been treating you so horribly. We’re going to take care of you, yes we are. You’re going to be good as new! I’m going to give you some fluids because you’re dehydrated little guy. Once we get some fluids in you, I’ll try giving you some food. How about that little man?”

I can’t help but smile as she baby talks to him while inserting an IV in his tiny arm and starting him on fluids. She examines the wounds more carefully before retrieving a pair of things that look like tweezers.

“If I had to guess, I would say this guy is about 10-12 months old. I suspect these wounds on his side are from a BB gun. Would you mind holding his head? I’m going to give him some pain relief in his IV to help him relax and then try and clean the area and see if I can remove them. We’re a bit short staffed at the moment with Dr. Robinson out and two of our techs calling in sick so I’ll need your help if that’s okay?”

“Fucking BB guns.” I murmur under my breath. Damn some people are just the worst.

“I’m happy to help.” I tell her quickly and take up residence next to the puppy’s head to hold him still.

“Thank you.” She replies quietly while concentrating on rubbing some brown cleaner across each wound.

I can’t help but watch her as she focuses on removing all four bb’s and placing them into a metal bowl. She’s so effortlessly beautiful and incredibly adorable as she works on the dog who seems to be feeling so much better with the medication and fluids that he has received. She sews up each wound quickly and efficiently. The pup seems to be almost as captivated by her as I am. When she’s done, he even attempts to wag his tail for her. Dr. Miller explains that he will need a flea and tick bath before she can dress the wounds because he has several fleas on him and she doesn’t want them getting into the incisions.

“Mr. Syverson, I hate to keep you from your day. Would you want to just come back for him in a little while? I have to do an exam on a yorkie with diabetes but then I’ll bathe him on my break and get his wounds dressed.”

“Sugar?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, pardon?” She responds a bit flustered.

I smirk as I see the blush tinting her cheeks. “The yorkie. Is it named Sugar?”

“Oh! Yes! Someone you know?”

“My grandma’s neighbor, Mrs. Clayton, has a yappy little yorkie named Sugar and I believe I overheard that it has diabetes.”

“Yes, well that would be her.” She smirks back.

“I don’t mind waiting with the little guy. Is it alright if I stay and help you bathe him? Since your short staffed and all?” I ask with my most charming smile.

Her beaming grin tells me all I need to know. “Sure, Mr. Syverson. Can you give me about twenty minutes?”

“Only if you’ll call me Austin or Sy. Mr. Syverson is my pawpaw.” I say with a grin.

“Alright Austin. I’m going to leave you with some wet food on the table for this little fellow, but can I trust you to only give him small amounts slowly? We don’t know when his last meal was so we don’t want to overwhelm his belly.”

“Yes ma’am.” I mock salute at her with two fingers and she giggles when she leaves the exam room. I swear the moment she did I was a goner. I need to find a way to hear that giggle more.

“Well little guy, it looks as though we are helping each other out, huh? You ain’t the only one broken and battered.” I say as I give the dog a small plastic spoonful of wet dog food that he almost swallows hole.

“What should I call you?” I hypothesize aloud while the pup continues eating sloppily from the spoon I’m holding.

“Since Dr. Miller here patched you up, how about Miller? We can call you Mills for short. What do you think about that? I like it.”

Emma finally returns to the exam room and is happy to see that the Mills has eaten the food I gave him and kept it all down. Due to the food, medications, and fluids he received you can already tell a slight difference in his demeanor.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” She says while carefully picking him up and carrying him to the back of the building before pausing. “You coming, Austin?” She asks.

God, I hope I will be soon. I think before I rush over to open the exam door for her and follow her to the back.

“You know, I’m breaking rules by letting you back here so don’t make me regret it.” She says to me teasingly as she carefully sets Mills into a large stainless-steel sink and begins to bathe him with medicated shampoo.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Dr. Miller.”

“No, if I have to call you Austin, you have to call me Emma. It’s only fair.”

“Well, Emma is a beautiful name so that will be easy. If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? We haven’t had a new vet in town since Dr. Robinson came and that was probably ten years ago.” I watch as Emma carefully removes three ticks from his fur and want to outwardly cringe. Ticks are the devil’s bug.

“I’m from Alabama. I’ve only been in Texas for about a month but just started working in the office this last week.” She tells me as she very carefully continues to clean Mills.

“What brought you all the way out here? Did your husband get transferred out here or something?”

She side eyes my question with a smirk. “Nope, just the job. No husband or kids. No boyfriend either in case that was your next question.” She remarks sarcastically.

My stomach flips with excitement even though she caught on to what I was really fishing for.

“Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here. For Mills’ health needs of course.” I add quickly while gesturing to the pup.

“Mills?”

“Yup. Short for Miller, after the doctor who’s taking care of him.”

Her cheeks blush bright red as she runs a flea comb gently through his fur. “Well aren’t you just the charmer. I’m surprised Janet didn’t warn me about you. She’s been clueing me in on pretty much the entire town.”

“Ah, good ole’ Janet. She knows there’s no need to warn you about me. She’s known me since I was in diapers so that should tell you enough about my character if she didn’t warn you off.”

“That’s good to know. So, are you planning on keeping little Mills? Or are you wanting us to adopt him out once he’s all healed?”

“Oh, I plan on keeping him if that’s alright. As long as my girl, Aika, is okay with it I’ll keep him. Can’t imagine sending him off to a stranger after what he’s already been through.”

“Well, if your girlfriend isn’t on board with keeping him just let us know and we can see about arranging a foster for him until he’s able to be put up for adoption.” She says while stepping a little further away from me.

Girlfriend? Oh dumbass, you made her think Aika is your girlfriend.

“Aika’s my German Shepard. I don’t have a wife, kids, or a girlfriend either.” I said poking fun at her sarcastic comment from earlier.

Emma grins but just continues to rinse Mills off. She notices that one of his paws looks a bit swollen but she can’t find any cuts or wounds so she thinks it may just be bruised from trying to run from his abuser.

Once we get him dried off, I hold his head again for her to clean and dress the wounds on his side and I’m dreading leaving.

“So, I’ll need to see little Mills in 3 days to check his wounds and remove the stitches. I need you to clean and redress the wounds one time a day like I’ve shown you. I’ve got his medication and antibiotics here and a couple of cans of that wet food that you fed him earlier. I recommend continuing to feed it to him slowly so that his tummy doesn’t get upset. Nobody likes waking up to a dog throwing up or having diarrhea in the house. If he does okay with that food we can discuss increasing his food intake at the next appointment. Do you have any questions, Austin?”

“Just one. Can I get your number, Emma? You know, in case I have questions about your prodigy, Little Mills, here.” I add with a smirk.

“I’m sure you have the number for the vet’s office.” She smirks.

“That I do, but I’d like yours as well, please.” I ask with my most convincing smile.

“Alright, alright. Just don’t advertise it. The last thing I need is people like Mrs. Clayton calling me after hours.” She concedes with a giggle and I can’t help my boisterous laughter at the last part.

“Nobody wants someone like Mrs. Clayton calling them all the time. That woman would talk to a wall just to hear her own voice.” I hand her my phone and she quickly types her number and I save it under “Mills’ Future Mama” and smirk to myself.

I pay and make the next appointment for Mills and then head to the local pet store for a collar, leash, dog bed, and more dog food. Luckily, Mills sleeps on the ride home and I can’t decide if he’s finally realized I’m not going to hurt him or if he’s still drowsy from the effects of the meds he received. I head home and send Alex an update that I’ll be back at the site tomorrow.

When I get home, I bring everything inside before carrying Mills over to Aika and carefully introducing him. After the initial excitement wears off, Aika heads outside to the backyard and I’m relieved that she seems to accept him. She’s always been such a good dog so hopefully I can rely on her to show our little rookie around and teach him our routines.

I go about showering and eating dinner, but I can’t seem to get my mind off Emma. I obviously want to play it cool but she has infiltrated my mind to the point where I just can’t think of anything else. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stop myself. I decide to take a picture of Mills in his little bed and text it to her.

Sy: <attached image>

Mills’ Future Mama: I’m glad to see my namesake is adjusting to his new life. I take it that his sibling accepts him?

Mills’ Future Mama: Also, you’re lucky I opened that picture text. Typically receiving a picture from an unknown number is never a good thing 😖

Sy: Sounds like your mind is in the gutter or you have some seriously unhinged acquaintances, darlin. Aika has accepted him into the pack without hesitation.

Mills’ Future Mama: More like, men are nasty and will take any opportunity to send an unsolicited dick pic to even the most unwilling recipients. Glad you found the little guy. He seems right at home.

Sy: He is. You should come visit him sometime.

Mills’ Future Mama: Why would I do that when he’ll be in my office in three days?

Sy: Maybe to see his owner?

Mills’ Future Mama: I’d imagine his daddy will be the one bringing him back to my office though?

Sy: Alright then, how about I make you some dinner at my place? Say tomorrow at 5pm?

Mills’ Future Mama: Make it 5:30 and I’ll be there. Just know I’ll be sending your information to my best friend in case you try and murder me.

Sy: What type of people were you surrounded by in Alabama? 🤨

Mills’ Future Mama: I was actually in a super safe town. Just watch too many crime shows to make careless mistakes.

Sy: Smart lady. You can tell whoever you want, darlin’. I’ve got nothing to hide and I appreciate a woman who has some self-preservation skills.

Mills’ Future Mama: Trust me, I’m very skilled at many things. 😜

Sy: Damn woman, I’m trying my best to be a gentleman here. It’s not fair to tease me.

Mills’ Future Mama: Not teasing. Just stating facts. 🙃

Sy: Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough. Here’s my address. Any food allergies?

Mills’ Future Mama: Nope! I’ll bring dessert. I’m interested to test your cooking prowess.

Sy: You’re killing me.

Mills’ Future Mama: See you tomorrow!

Part 2

Taglist: @shellyshellshell @henryownsme @caramariehurst @beck07990 @mollymal

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Dollhouse 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as fear, coercion, violence, noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Five girls move into a shared residence for the upcoming school year but not all is as it seems. 

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Captain Syverson, Steve Abnesti, Lloyd Hansen, and Peter Parker 

This fic features five named readers; Ann, Lulu, Polly, Barbie, and Molly. This chapter features Polly and Ann. Please note that characters may switch but will maintain second-person POV.

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Barbie sets up her vanity on the desk. She opens the little plastic doors on the mirror to reveal the built-in lights before bending over to plug it in. You’re amused at her efforts as she reaches around the legs in search of a socket. 

You’re so excited. You’ve been counting down the days since your best friend came up with the idea. She found the ad online and forwarded it to you. It was almost too good to be true. You came together to meet the building manager, Jonathan, and he showed you all around. You can’t believe you both snagged a room. 

Barbie stands and pushes a button on the base of the mirror. She fiddles with her phone and there’s a chiming noise. Music starts to play from the speakers behind the vanity. Nifty. 

She lifts her makeup chest onto the desk and unrolls her collection of brushes and other tools. Her passion is admirable. You guess that’s why you are friends; she doesn’t shy away from what she loves. For her, it’s cosmetics, for you, it’s clothes. 

Lulu watches her as she hovers around the door. The girl hasn’t stopped moving since you go there. She’s like a hummingbird, always fluttering. She has this nervous laugh that seems to escape her without notice. 

“What are you taking, Lu?” You ask, hoping to distract her from her nerves. 

“Oh, uh, mathematics.” 

“Math? Wow.” 

“I’m not much for numbers but I have to do accounting courses if I want my business degree,” Barbie snips as she sorts through her makeup pads. 

“Business? That’s cool. What about you, Polly?” Lulu sways and tucks her hands behind her back. 

“Interior design. My mom forbade me from going into fashion but I convinced her to let me do this instead,” you explain. “It’s good money and I can still sew on the side, I guess.” 

“That’s interesting. I don’t know much about fashion. Vogue or whatever,” she tentatively peeks over at Barbie. “You have so much makeup.” 

“I’m a collector,” Barbie trills. “You want me to do you up? I don’t mind and I’m religious about cleaning my stuff.” 

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to,” Lulu waves her hands. 

“I don’t have to but I want to,” Barbie insists. 

“It’s her hobby,” you say, “just don’t let her get you with the glitter.” 

Lulu shrugs, “okay, nothing too heavy. I have sensitive skin.” 

“Oh, you don’t need much,” Barbie assures her, “your eyes are the perfect shape.” 

You hide a yawn as your leg bounces, jiggling the whole bed with it. You lean back on the heels of your hand, bored but not unhappy. The music fills the lull as Barbie searches through her palettes. 

You flinch as you hear something in the hallway. You get up as Barbie asks Lulu her opinion on lip gloss. You open the door and peek out. A girl carries and old looking suitcase down the hall, a box cradled in her other arm. You step out and she tosses the box in surprise. 

“Oh, hi,” she touches her chest and catches her breath. She looks over in dread at the scattered contents of the box. “Uh... sorry. You scared me.” 

“I’m sorry, I was just coming to say hi,” you go to her as she leaves her suitcase to the side and gets down to gather up her belongings. You help her, picking up a framed photo of a woman. She looks a lot like her. Maybe her mother? 

“I’m Ann,” she says as she takes the frame. 

“Polly,” you reply. “There’s some other girls in there,” you point over your shoulder. “You’re welcome to join us once you get your stuff down.” 

“Uh, sure, maybe,” she lifts the box and stands. “Tired.” 

“Right, yeah, I think everyone is. Been a long day.” 

“Is everyone else already here?” She asks. 

“I think. There’s two others downstairs. I guess you didn’t see them on your way in.” 

“Just the boy, uh, Peter? He’s nice. He wanted to play some ping pong but my hands were full,” she backs up to grab her bag, “I’ll knock on the door if I get a chance.” 

“Sure, yeah, we’d be happy to have ya. I know we were thinking of drinks so... maybe later.” 

“Okay,” she nods and lets herself into the last empty room.  

You go back into Barbie’s room as she bends to ply powder to Lulu’s face. “Someone here?” She asks. 

“Yeah, the last girl. Ann.” 

“Ann? That’s so pretty. Was she nice?” She asks. 

“Oh, super nice. She seemed a bit tired but I think we all get that. I told her to stop by if she has the energy.” 

“Awesome,” Barbie preens and stands back to examine Lulu. 

You wade around the room restlessly. Now that everyone is here, you’re impatient. You go to the window and glance out at the yard. It’s green and lush and perfectly groomed. You touch the window. The glass feels peculiarly thick. You twist the latch between the panes and push out. Heavy, too. 

As you do, you notice the figure below. Steve notices you too. The large blond man turns and peers up. You stand dumbly as you are. He raises a hand in a casual wave. You frown and pull back without returning the gesture. 

“Oof, that pollen’s going to get me good,” Barbie sniffles, “honey, will you look in my bag for my claritan?” 

“You’re always so dramatic,” you tease her as you tuck down your concern. 

You go to Barbie’s purse and search around for the pills. You don’t want to worry her by asking about that man. If everyone’s here, shouldn’t he be headed out. Jonathan touted the new security system and he mentioned routine check-ins. You really don’t like the idea of constant surveillance, even if it’s for your own safety. 

“You okay?” Barbie asks as you approach her with the box of tablets. 

“Fine, fine, just... adjusting.” 

“We all are,” she sets down her brush and take the medicine. “Right, Lu?” 

“Oh, yeah, everything’s so new,” the girl wiggles on the chair and giggles. “And far from home.” 

You give her a sympathetic smile. You can’t even imagine what it’s like to be in a whole different country. The more you think about it, the more your own homesickness mounts. Your family isn’t the best but you can’t help but miss them just a little bit. 

You put the portrait on the empty desk next to the box. You’re too exhausted to unpack. You drag your feet and sit on the bed. There’s a tidy stack of folded sheets on top, next to a card. Strange. 

You reach for the envelope and tear it open. Inside, you read the little welcome; ‘Consider this a housewarming. Please don’t hesitate to call should you have any issues with your housing. Jonathan Pine.’ Under his name, he’s written the number you already have in your phone. You lower it to your lap and something slides out of the envelope. 

You bend forward to take the gift card from the floor. Huh. That’s a bit too generous. A gift card to the local mall. You wouldn’t spit in the face of kindness but this all seems a bit much, especially after staying so long with Marla. 

You put it all back in the envelope and lay sideways on the bed, legs still over the edge. You were so happy to get a room there; clean, affordable, great location. Not that you’re there, you’re overwhelmed by it all. All these pretty girls, younger yet well ahead of you. 

It won’t do to get hung up on age or time or whatever. You should at least try to make friends. They seem lovely so far. Besides, you didn’t just miss out on classes for all those years you took off, no, you lost out on the social scene. 

You huff and push yourself up. Better be a human and go and meet your roommates. The long you wait, the more awkward it’ll be. Besides, you’re done with being left behind. 

You peek out into the hall before you emerge. You step out and shut the door gently. You cross the white carpet with blue roses and knock on the same door that girl Polly came out of. The moment your knuckles hit the wood, a brew of nerves begins in your stomach. 

It doesn’t take long for an answer. It’s almost like Polly’s waiting for you on the other side. You smile and give an awkward wave. Why did you do that? 

“Hey, offer stand?” You ask. 

“Oh, hi! Yes, come on in and meet everyone,” she steps back. You poke your head in before the rest of you and push your shoulders up, “hi, I’m Ann.” 

“Barbie,” the one standing up introduces, her focus on the other as she draws on her eyelids with liner. “This is Lulu. She’s an exchange student.” 

“Hi,” Lulu squeaks then giggles as she keeps her eyes closed. 

“Stay still,” Barbie tuts. She gets an apology and another tinkling laugh. 

“It’s just the three of you?” Ann asks. “And Peter?” 

“And Molly,” Barbie answers as she pulls back and caps the liner. “Quiet but sweet.” She sucks her teeth as she looks over Lulu. “We’ll do your mascara and gloss and then we’ll go do some driiiiinks.” She shimmies as she sings the last words. 

“I brought vodka if you wanna share,” Polly offers, “Barbie only drinks tequila.” 

“Can’t go wrong with a margarita,” Barbie counters. 

“I’ve never drank,” Lulu says. “My mom never let it in the house.” 

“Oh my god! Alright, well, we’ll make sure to give you a starter drink,” Barbie chirps. 

“Vodka’s fine, thanks,” you say to Polly. You look around and take in the large makeup chest with its many shelves and the roll of brushes in all sizes. 

“Barbie’s really into cosmetics. We go on dates to Sephora.” 

“They know me by name,” Barbie brags. 

“Mm,” you nod and clasp your hands together. You don’t know what to say. “So, uh, super nice building huh?” 

“Oh, it’s fucking perfect,” Barbie says. “I lived on campus last year and the showers were always clogged with hair. Ew.” 

“Hah, yeah, well, just wait a couple months,” Polly scoffs. 

“Mm, and there’s good security,” you suggest as you drag your hand up your arm, “I met that guy on the way in. Steve.” 

“Ah, yes, he’s nice,” Barbie says. 

Polly hums and her lips thin as she glances at the window. Lulu giggles again but doesn’t add anything. 

“And Jonathan is a sweetheart. That accent, too,” Barbie laughs. 

“Oh, uh, yeah, he’s nice.” 

“Sy is... nice too,” Lulu says. “The gardener.” 

“Honey, I need to do your lips,” Barbie chides. 

“Sorry,” Lulu stills and lets the other girl paint her with pink gloss. 

“There’s a gardener?” You ask as you share a look with Polly. 

“Done,” Barbie announces and stand straight. 

Lulu looks at herself in the mirror and bats her lashes, “oh my god, it’s awesome! Wow! I don’t even look like me!” 

“You do. I just highlighted your beauty,” Barbie assures her. “Ann, how about it? You want a glow up?” 

“Uh, no, that’s fine. Lulu, you said there’s a gardener?” 

“Of course,” Barbie shrugs, “I mean, look at the yard. I’m not trimming the hedges, are you?” 

“Yeah, he’s a big guy. Super helpful. The other day, I got locked out by accidents. Oh, you gotta be careful with the front door.” 

“Right,” you squint. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“We got all year to complain about the house, guys, let’s go get the others and get the party started,” Barbie whines as she looks around and flits over to a Louis Vuitton bag, “let me just get my tequila. Pol, go get your bottle and we’ll ball out.” 

You force a smile but it’s not entirely fake. You’re excited. You’re finally getting started on your life after dwelling so long on the end of it. You just wish your mom was here to see it. You wish you could call her so she could tell you she’s proud. 

She would be, wouldn’t she?

[gummydummy19]

A year in apartment 6B

Summary: You find an ad for your dream apartment and decide to give it a go. Apartment 6B is everything you've ever wanted: high ceilings, an open floorplan, and a 6ft4 grumpy army captain...

Warnings: (every chapter will have separate tags so please read those too!) fluff, angst, smut (holy trinity), grumpy Sy, roommates to lovers, slow burn, jealousy,...

A/N: Im so super duper excited about this!!!! I hope you guys enjoy it and please feel free to leave feedback anytime :) Some of these chapters might be regular fic length while others are gonna be just drabbles. If anyone has a request for this AU please let me know and I'll see what I can do :)) <3

apartment 6B floorplan

Month one (May): Moving into 6B

After finding your dream apartment in the paper, you decide to take the change and move in.

Month two (June): What dreams are made of

You have a very interesting dream about Syverson...

Month three (July): Letters to Juliet

You decide to write a letter to Syverson

Month four (August): Laundry day

You've been so caught up with work and stuff that you've gotten behind on your laundry....maybe you can borrow something from Sy's closet? just this once? What he doesn't know can't kill him, right?

Month five (September): Early bird

Sy comes home from his tour early.

Month six (October): Army nurse

Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.

Month seven (November): shower me with love

Sometimes, a cold shower is needed.

Month eight (December): Sticky fingers (coming soon)

Sy notices some of his hoodies have gone missing. What on earth could you be doing with all those hoodies?...

Month nine (January): Night owl (Sy's POV)(coming soon)

Sy went out for drinks with his friends and comes home late.

Month ten (February): Date night (coming soon)

Your neighbor Mason from the apartment above you asked you out on a date...

Month eleven (March): baby, please don't go (coming soon)

Tension gets high in apartment 6B

Month twelve (April): a year in apartment 6B (coming soon)

It's been a year since you moved in and a lot has changed...

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A guarded walk home

hello darlings, here is a secon part for New Orleans. took me a few days, wanted to make sure i had some historical facts as close to accurate as possible!

Summary: A POV from both Aurora and Syverson, one set in the first year that they met in 1864 and then in the now in present time of their reunion.

Word count: 2.7 K

Trigger warnings: swearing, pda and swoon worth heroics

New Orleans 1864

Slipping on my lace gloves as the cool evening mist curled around my ankles as I made my way down the front steps of my friend Caroline’s home. “Are you sure you can’t wait a few more moments, John will happily walk you home? '' she said as she held her hand on her back and the other one cradling her pregnant stomach. “ I don't want to see you go missing like so many women before you” her face taught with worry “Tsk tsk” i said turn to meet her gaze “ You need John more than I do, it's only a short walk down the road, I’ll be fine, I'll stick to the french quarter, they have those fancy cast iron lights now” I teased her “now remember what I said about the tea and stay off your feet'' she nodded and watched me walk to the end of the walk way, waving one final time as she closed the door.

Father certainly would disapprove of my lack of escorts but after seeing my patients I'd like to go over what we discussed and preparations I may need for next time. As one of the few midwives here in the French quarter, I was always summoned at every hour of the day and night. The sun was well past the horizon but the moon was full, the gas men won't be out tonight to light the street lamps, officials ordered, there was still plenty of light from the moon to guide my way home. Passing shop owners as they closed down for the night, Bourbon Street was rather quiet this evening. The local drunkards started to filter out into the moonlit night with their fallen women of choosing, ducking passed to avoid being insnared in that mess, I made my way across the cobble stone street as a woman let out a horrific shriek, looking back to see her, pinned to the wall as the man rutted into her.

I kept walking but collided with a wall of some sort. Losing my balance, I began to fall back when strong arms encircled my waist to keep me steady. I looked up into the face of my hero and it was the heroic Captain Syverson. In his confederate uniform. The long grey sleeves are lined with red, with a red cuff at the bottom. His three gold stripes on his shoulder blade indicate his status. He looked down at me with those cerulean blue eyes. The corner of his mouth was turned up in a crooked grin. “Well Ms. Hathaway, you need to be more careful where you are walking” he steady me on my feet, reaching down he grabbed my basket and handed it back to me. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks “Thank.. Thank you Captain "I stutter trying to conceal my blushing face.

He cocked an eyebrow, “Where is your escort home? It's not safe to be walking the streets late at night "I brush away the imaginary dirt off my skirts “ I was just leaving The Davenports, Caroline is a dear friend and she is nearing the end of her pregnancy and is a nervous wreck.” i said with a slight smile “ I was admit that i would make it home just fine on my own, that she needed John more than I so hear i am” i let out a soft laugh, i seriously sounded so ridiculous, that even Logan was laughing “ My you are a stubborn thing, aren't you?” Straightening to his full height, he adjusted the sword on his side. “ Would you allow me the privilege to escort you the rest of the way home?” I nodded at him as he offered me his elbow, looping my right arm through his as we continued our walk towards my fathers home. We chatted softly amongst ourselves. I've never felt more relaxed in another person’s company, we laugh over the little things. We come upon the gate to my home, far too quickly. He opens the gate and allows me to pass by before closing the gate behind him. He walked me up to my front door.

We stood there for a few silent moments, stepping closer,while he cleared his throat “ Should you ever find that you are in need of an escort, especially at night, please feel free to send for me, no matter how late or how early.” he stepped back as my front door opened, it was Charlotte, our maid, she was a dear friend of mine and so curious about the work I did. The captain smiled up at her “Good evening, just making sure that Ms. Hathway made it home safely, with all these disappearances you can't ever be to safe” she smiled softly and in a soft voice “That is very kind of you Captain, her father would be quiet pleased by this'' she looked over at me “ Your father instructed me to wait for you before heading for home, he was called away on an emergency and will be back as soon as he can.” i nod “Thank you Charlotte, give me just a moment with the Captain, I’ll be right in” she nodded, curtsied and closed the door with a soft click

New Orleans 2023

“ I wanted to thank you again for escorting me home” he gave me a smile, his white canines flashing at me, as i went to turn and open the door, his hand gripping my jaw stopped me. I looked up into those blue eyes, swirling with so many feelings. He leaned in so close that his lips were centimeters from mine “I mean it Aurora, send for me, don't travel alone in the dark '' I nodded as I stared at his plump lips. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against my lips before pulling away and walking down the stairs “Have a good night Ms. Hathaway” I’m too stunned to speak as i watched him disappear into the foggy evening, hastily open the door, i let myself in and shut the door with a slam, as my cheeks turn pink, placing my basket and gloves on the table Charlotte rounded the corner, she just raised an eyebrow, she didn't have to say anything but i knew what she was thinking I waved her off “I’m off to bed, incase Caroline needs me” she nodded “Yes ma’am, have a good night” i thank her and make my way up to my room. Still thinking about the feeling of his lips on mine.

I was loading up my truck in the early morning sun, with the help of Gus, when a familiar smell washed over me. The smell of juniper, citrus and rose, I knew that perfume anywhere. It was her. But that was impossible, I lost her so long ago. Sliding the pocket watch out of my pocket, the one she had given so long ago, I opened it to reveal the only photo I possessed of her after that faithful night. I still remember everything about her. The way her porcelain skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink when I said something that caused her to blush. The way she lite up when she talked about something she loved. Her funny and silly demeanor that she fought so hard to hide. Her dedication to her patients, the way she slept on my chest on the night she managed to escape from her duties. With a sad smile I closed the pocket watch and put her back in my pocket. The scent grew stronger with a faint hint of green tea and honey. I tracked the scent across the street to the cafe, but it wasn't there, it was higher up, moving my eyes across the balconies when a flash of red caught my attention, i focused in on the girl, she lifted her gaze from her mug and met mine, those eyes, id recognize anywhere, where looking back at me with a slightly blush to her cheeks.

Syverson’s pov

She was just as beautiful as the last time I saw her, the same night, she died in my arms. That was over 150 years ago and it felt like yesterday I watched her breathe her last breath. She had the same striking green eyes, the freckles that peppered her skin, like a million little kisses from the sun. That same shade of red-hair, down to the middle of her back, where I'm sure she has those two dimples at the bottom of her spine just above the sweet swell of that curvy ass. I chewed on my lip as I took her in like I was seeing her again for the first time.

This first time we had met was at a founders day party. She was absolutely breathe taking in the emerald green gown, with black lace and beading on her bodice. Her black satin gloves up to her elbows. Her hair pinned back in elegant curls and around her neck was a simple silver and gold heart shaped locket, that she had inherited from her grandmother on her 13th birthday, that's what she told me. I starred at her for a few moments before I smiled and waved at her. Her cheeks flushing even more. Throwing my rag in the back of my pick up, I jog to just under her balcony, my body vibrating with the possibility that it was indeed my girl.

We bantered for a minute but I couldn't stand to not be this close to her and not have her in my arms. I jumped up and grabbed the railing of the balcony and hauled myself up with ease. She stood there with her mouth agape like a cod fish out of water.

I placed two fingers under her chin gently pushing it up with an audible click as her teeth met. I'm Logan and you are?" She took a few moments "Aurora, but most people call me Rory" I took a step closer and curled a strand of her hair around my finger " I think I prefer Aurora" I drank in her features I never wanted to forget them trailing my eyes down her neck and chest settling on the silver and gold heart shaped necklace that she had worn so many years ago, I gave it to her sister after passed, its what she would have wanted. I looked back up at her inquisitive face, her green orbs sparkled with amusement, and delight but also recognition. Some part of her soul remembered me. "I finally found you" I breathed. She looked at me with a quizzical expression,and one of my men whistled at me "Come on Syverson, we need to get going." I let out a low growl of annoyance at him before looking back up at her. " Till next time sugah" placing a soft kiss on the corner of her plump lips, I dropped down over the balcony and strutted over to my truck.

I looked at the few strands of hair I got off her shirt and looked at Gus " Come on old boy, we have a witch to find" he ground and rolled his head back " No way man you can drop me off, I ain't ever stepping foot in Ms. Freya's house again" I rolled my eyes at him " She isn't that terrifying" he looked at me like I was a edjit. " I swear that woman put some voodoo magic in my house and she always watching me" I belted out a laugh "Fine then you big baby" as I parked the truck I'm her driveway " you can stay here and wait for old Louise, I'm sure he misses you" his eyes widen looking around the property " on second thought going inside doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all" he quickly hopped out of the truck and on to her porch, I laugh at him as I climbed out, and up the stairs to visit an old friend.

Looking up one last time at my shining star, she stood there bewildered, a soft wind blowing her hair behind her. Looking over at my passenger seat, looking at my right hand man, Gus. "Kill joy" he just smirked at me as I drove down the bustling french quarter, looking back at mon cher as she leaned over the edge of her balcony till all I could see was her silhouette.

[zealoushound]

Title: A Dose of Serotonin

Summary: Sy takes care of his girl after she tests positive for Covid. (Told from Sy’s POV)

Pairing: Sy x reader

Word Count: 675

Warnings: fluff, reader has Covid

A/N: This story was inspired by a little drabble I wrote for my beautiful bestie @cavillsthighs. I added a bit here and there and decided to post it.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

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Covid.

Stupid fucking covid. Two years in and she catches stupid fucking covid.

She just wanted to go on one trip. Now she’s in the bed coughing her head off, and trying to keep her fever from spiking again. I feel like the best thing I can do is make soup for her, and get her medicine and tissues when she needs them.

She didn’t want me to stay here but I insisted. Unlike everything else, she couldn’t do this one on her own. I'd already been exposed anyway; there was no way I was leaving her alone during this.

Drying my hands on the dish towel I looked around to make sure everything was done. Trash taken out, dishes washed, dinner warming in the crockpot. Only need to dry the laundry and I’ll be done. I could hear her coughing from my place in the kitchen.

“Sy?” Her hoarse voice broke my heart.

“I’m comin, doll,” I grabbed another bottle of water and headed to the bedroom.

My beautiful love. Normally she was bigger than life. Independent, strong, happy go lucky, but right now she looked so small and helpless. She’s bundled up in her favorite blanket, watching that show she’s been obsessing over. Aika had set up camp at the foot of the bed.

“What’d you need sweetheart?” I can’t stop my brows furrowing in concern.

“You,” she asked softly.

This simple request melted my heart. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. It’s my honor to be the one she calls for; the one that she wants to hold her when she needs comfort. I should probably tell her that. Putting the cold bottle down on the nightstand, I kicked off my shoes, and pulled my shirt over my head. She watched me the entire time.

“Aika, come,” I called for her to get down. Being a good girl she hopped down immediately finding her bed by the dresser.

Climbing under the cool sheets I could feel her warmth. Her fever was breaking but still stubbornly hanging on. Seeing her smile despite all the bad shit going through her body right now let me know I was doing something right.

“C’mere darlin.” I said softly.

She immediately wrapped her arms around my torso. Her legs tangling with mine never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She laid her head over my heart.

For a moment everything was still, quiet. The soft hum from the fridge down the hall played in my ear. The tinkling sound of the decorations she had hung on the wall moving with the ac almost made me want to drift off. It was peaceful. For a moment. She coughed again, groaned and buried her face in the blanket over my stomach.

When she moved back I ran my fingers through her hair. I began to think how lucky I was to be here with her. I’d been worried about her since she came home. We thought it was the jet lag making her tired; maybe it was her allergies making her cough. As soon as she asked to take that Covid test I knew something was really wrong.

I pulled her closer to me without a second thought. I want to be as close as I can to her right now. I told her I didn’t care if I got it and I meant it. In fact if I could I’d take it from her, go through it for her I would in a heartbeat.

Her fingers skimmed over my chest, playing with my hair. She laid a soft kiss over my heart. I could stay in this moment, if only she felt better. Snuggling deeper into me she unknowingly made me feel on top of the world. Who do all these cuddles benefit here - me or her? I placed a kiss on top of her head.

“I love you,” I whispered against her warm scalp.

Either way, all I know is if serotonin could cure Covid she’d be over it by now.

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Updated: 31th August, 2021

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✨Full masterlist below the cut! ✨

Chris Evans Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Deep in Love - Chris x Reader (Smut, oral, unprotected sex)

Reader wakes up to find Chris ready to take her breath away.

Hopeless - Chris x Reader (Angst, mention of infidelity)

There’s always an end to a love affair.

Morning Ritual - Chris x Reader (picture drabble, Sugarcoated Fluff, implied smut)

Snippet of your video call with Chris one morning.

Make it work - Chris x Reader (picture drabble, 18+, mention of toy, flirty Chris, smutty talks, implied smut)

You knew the moment the package arrived at your door that Chris had some plans for you.

Once in a Lifetime - Chris x Reader (none)

Meeting Chris at a premier for the first time.

💠 Requests

Chris x Indian Reader / Henry x Indian Reader (fluff, implied smut)

Chris and Henry are aroused by their SO's in a saree.

Care Bear - Chris x Indian Reader (fluff, domestic)

Chris cooks dinner for you.

Baby Steps - Andy Barber x Reader (angst turned to fluff)

Reader with a shy Andy after everything that happened in his life.

Gladly - Chris x Reader (18+, hint of smut, mostly fluff, alcohol consumption, stripping)

Chris has invited you on a date at his home and you challenge him for a game of beer pong.

Safe Heaven - Chris x Reader (domestic fluff, talks of anxiety

For better or for worse, you had vowed, and you planned to stick by it.

I wanna touch you - Chris x Reader (smut, RPF, BDSM, oral (male receiving), slight male!sub, attempted fem!dom, slight choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, sexual intercourse, vaginal penetration)

You decide to add a little spice to your relationship.

Promises - Chris x Reader (little angsty, eventually super fluffy)

Chris contemplates how you might not be happy to be with him, only to be surprised by the reason behind everything.

Primed for Sin - Ransom Drysdale x Reader (implied smut, mention of violence)

It was only supposed to be a simple mission, but maybe it was difficult to quit something you were clearly enjoying.

I'm coming home - Chris x Reader (fluffy emotional)

You want to reach home before Chris's birthday but there is this one thing you need to get done before you travel home.

Good Years - Chris x Reader (floofy fluff)

Headcanon of Chris as your husband.

Henry Cavill Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Island of Love - Henry x Reader (mention of face riding)

Henry gets a lesson in selfie posting.

Dirty Secret - Henry x Reader (smut, oral (female receiving), squirting, penetration, sexual intercourse, bodily fluids, exhibition kink)

Reader and Henry reunite behind the scenes at the studio.

December To Remember - Henry x Reader (fluff)

You have the best gift to make this year's Christmas the best one of Henry’s life.

Down in History - Henry x Reader (comfort fluff)

Your anxiety is at its peak at your first award function with Henry as a couple.

Shoes - Henry x Reader (super fluff)

Henry is busy assembling his PC and you got him a pair of shoes.

Glad you came - Henry x Reader (smut, fingering, sexual intercourse, exhibitionism, casual sex, alcohol usage)

You are out to the club after a breakup and stumble upon Henry to complete your night.

When the ball drops - Henry x Reader (fluff)

It’s your third year in the Big Apple and you still haven’t found your midnight kiss for when the ball drops, until tonight.

Good morning, Sunshine - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry takes you to watch sunrise early in the morning.

Cherry Angel - Henry x Reader (fluff, proud hubby Henry)

Henry never come to fashion shows but he makes an exception this time.

Did you get TikTok?! - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry secretly got TikTok and his first video features you with a public declaration in the end.

Can't fight the feeling - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry has been keeping his feelings for you to himself but he cannot hold it in any longer and unknowingly expresses it to his assistant.

Chasni (Sugar Syrup) - Henry x Reader (domestic fluff)

Henry finds you singing along to your favorite song from your home country. He joins along with a surprise.

You're my Medicine - Henry x unnamed OFC (slight angst, fluff, mention of road accident)

Perfect medicine for when she is hurting? Him.

💠 Series

Chances - Henry x Reader (Angst, unrequited feelings, hurt/comfort, fluff) ❇️COMPLETE❇️

She loves Henry and takes a chance, a leap of faith, only for Henry to be afraid to confess his feelings, leaving her heartbroken.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue |

I Would Do It Again - AU Henry x OFC (smut, casual sex, office romance, boss/employer relationship, angst, fluff) ✨ONGOING✨

Anya Adams spends the night with a stranger, only for him to turn out to be her boss, leading to a tumultuous series of events to unfold.

| One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve |

💠 Requests

You + Me - Henry x Reader (fluff, kissing, implied smut)

Henry is overworking and you give him comfort, make him feel home.

Until we're grey and old - Henry x Reader/Chris x Reader (fluff, hurt/comfort, reader has raynaud's disease)

Henry and Chris both have their own unique ways to provide comfort to the women in their life.

Irresistible - Henry x Reader (fluffy romance)

You are cooking dinner for Henry but he keeps distracting you.

Footprints in the Sand - Dad!Henry x Reader (pure fluff)

You introduce your daughters to Henry and three years later, you have a complete family.

Tickles and Cuddles - Dad!Henry x Reader (fluff, domestic life)

Your son is scared requesting to not be left alone in his room. Henry takes up on himself to have a tickle fight with his son, content with his life.

You make it easy - Henry x Reader (fluff, implied smut)

You are tired from work and Henry decides to relax you with movie and wine.

Stormy night - Henry x Reader (angst, mention of jealousy)

Henry has been in love with you for a long time, when he decides to tell you, it doesn't end well.

Never let you go - Henry x Reader (teeth rotting fluff)

Henry is needy for your attention and you make him feel loved before he leaves for filming again.

Same, love - Henry x Reader (fluff, competitive Henry, alcohol usage)

You are invited to a party where you meet Henry and bond over your competitive nature.

I found you - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry loves you but hasn't told you yet, but one day when you are losing your mind over work, he decides to calm you with his declaration.

For better or worse - Henry x Reader (mention of pandemic, self conscious reader, implied smut)

You are feeling self conscious, hating the way your body has changed. Henry assures you about how you'll always be perfect to him.

25 to life - Henry x Reader (fluff, implied smut)

Henry has whisked you away for your honeymoon to an island paradise.

Little Guardian - Henry/Kal x Reader (fluff)

Kal suddenly starts following you around the house and you soon find out why.

Better half - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry is your rock and you are content with your life.

Hello, Sailor - Henry x Reader (smut, fingering, slight bondage, male!dom, fem!sub, minor role-playing, vaginal penetration, foul language)

Sexually frustrated Henry comes home after filming a sex scene and he had only been thinking about you.

Epona - Henry x Reader (none)

Henry helps you overcome your fear of horses.

Morning Glory - Henry x Reader (smut, male masturbation, oral (male receiving), vaginal penetration, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex)

Henry had a problem and he needs your help but he doesn't know if you want to lose sleep over it on a early Sunday morning.

Bridgerton - Henry x Pregnant!Reader (spoilers, fluff)

Henry's reaction to you watching Bridgerton.

Say my name - Henry x Reader (smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, sexual intercourse)

Henry give you your birthday present in the kitchen.

Little Things - Dad!Henry x Reader (fluff)

Your daughter tells you about her day with her dad while you are running errands with your son.

Dinner for Two - Multiple characters x Reader (fluff)

Headcanon of dinner ideas for Henry and a few of his characters.

Box of Secrets - Henry x Reader (implied smut, implied use of toys)

You move in with Henry and he finds out about a sexy secret you had been keeping from him.

Mon amour - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry whisked you away for a surprise birthday celebration to Paris.

Perfect - Henry x plus size!reader ✴️NEW✴️

Henry comfort you after you are body shamed.

August Walker Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Deal with the Devil - August x Reader (angst)

An innocent observation of the most dangerous man in the world ends in the most unexpected way.

Wreck Me - August x Reader (smut, kidnapping, drugging, Male!Dom, Fem!Sub, bondage, foul language, spanking, roleplay)

You find yourself tied in a hotel room, having no recollection of how you reached there. August has plans to leave you completely wrecked.

Intruder - August x Reader (implied smut, use of handcuffs)

August is supposed to be away on a mission, but he surprised you after finding out what you desire on your blog.

Thank you, daddy - August x Reader (explicit smut, male!dom, fem!sub, spread eagle, handcuffs, use of toys, fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, edging, cunt slapping, slight degradation, chocking, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, cream pie, cum swallow, bodily fluids)

August loves to gift his girl some creamy pie on her birthday.

Walter Marshall Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Happy anniversary - Walter x Reader (fluff, implied smut, sexual theme, strip dancing)

On your 1st wedding anniversary, Walter has planned a sweet surprise for you which doesn't go his way.

Third Time's The Charm - Walter x Reader (fluff, singing Walter)

Walter sweeps you off your feet with his voice, making you both give your romance a third chance.

💠 Series

Show Me the Light - Walter x OFC ��ON HIATUS⛔

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

💠 Requests

Helping hand - Walter x Reader (shoulder injury description, fluff, hint of smut, male masturbation)

Walter is injured and gets help from his annoying but cute neighbour.

Captain Syverson Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Can't be Tamed - Sy x Reader (Heavy smut, 18+, male dom, female sub, oral (female receiving), fingering, bondage, unprotected sex)

Captain Sy is being aloof of your feelings. You want to make your place known. But can you really tame a lion to be your pet?

Poker Night - Sy x Reader (smut, oral (male receiving), deep throating, penetration, anal penetration, unprotected sex)

It’s Syverson’s last night with her before he is deployed back to duty in the desert. She challenges him for a game of strip poker and ends up on the table.

Under the Stars - Sy x Reader (smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration, sexual intercourse, bodily fluids, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, breeding kink)

Sy takes her on a vacation in the vineyard to relax and fill his starving self of her.

Love Me Tonight - Sy x Reader (smut, fluff, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, a little bit of angst and war scene)

Watching a war movie before bedtime was a bad idea.

Mistletoe - Sy x Reader (smut, fingering, oral (Female receiving), penetration, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex)

Sy has officially left the military and for your birthday he takes you for a long vacation in the Swiss Alps.

Empty Nest - Sy x Reader (angst, TW: loss of a child, TW: death, TW: Mention of road accident, lots of sadness)

Sy is trying to be strong but he knows everything is now lost.

Baby maker Sy - Sy x Reader (smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex)

One

💠 Series

Sand and Stars - Sy x OFC x OMC (Warning: 18+) ❇️COMPLETE❇️

Journey through time (photo series) - Sy x Reader (Fluff) ❇️COMPLETE❇️

Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

💠 Requests

Baby Mama - Sy x pregnant!Reader (smut, pregnant reader, oral (female receiving), pregnancy kink, breeding kink, fingering)

Sy helps his pregnant wife with perennial massage, leading to her being pleasured by him.

Edge of Paradise - Sy x Reader (fluff, self conscious reader)

You have doubts if you are enough for Sy when he assures you and gives you a surprise.

Last first kiss - Sy x Reader (fluff)

You have never been in a relationship before, never kissed anyone either. You are about to tell Sy your little secret wondering how he would take it.

Duty - Sy x Reader (angst to fluff, mentions of blood, traumatic events, smut, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex) ✴️NEW✴️

Sy has a secret relationship with a nurse at camp which is more than just sex.

[doll-r-t]

Masterlist

New Blog formerly r-t-doll!!! 18+

Updated: 04.07.22

This is only Syverson x reader

I do not own this Character and do not claim that I am!

New Content from this Blog:

MY AO3 Account

Note: I am not going to put out content as quickly as I used to. I felt pressure to do so but now I take my time. So please do not ask for next parts or when I will post again. If I know at the time I post something I will let you know.

*I will mark things NEW for up to one week!*

ALL Syverson x reader

disclaimer: I try to be as inclusive as I can. But reading some of my fics I realize that I did not always achieve that! I am working on my wording to make sure that everyone no matter body type or skin color feels included. If there is something you feel like needs to be addressed please reach out to me!

One shots/Headcanons/Imagines

A cold tent but a warm Captain: Part 1 

Things that Syverson does that drives you crazy 

Things you do that drive the Captain crazy 

Syverson vs Your Period

My Syverson look alike

Imagine holding hands with Sy: Different typ of situations you hold Sy’s hand , Part 2, 

Syverson being attracted to your innocence

Being Highschool sweethearts with Sy

Syerson being in love with a soft woman 

Being Syverson’s Trophy Wife

Syverson Helping you with your ED

My Sweet Peach  TW: SMUT

Soft Sleepy Baby (NEW) TW: some angst, fluff, reader struggling to sleep

Imagines:

Imagine going skinny dipping with Syverson

Imagine dancing naked with the Captain

Moodboards:

Road Trip with Syverson

Your Life with Countryboy Syverson 

Late Night Hobby

Syverson’s Proposal (NEW)

Series

Viking!Sy The Lost Pearl

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 , Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13 (NEW), Part 14 (NEW), Part 15 (NEW), Part 16 (NEW)

And there was only one bed:

Part 1 (on old Blog), Part 2  , Part 3 

King of Clans: The Protector 

Viking!Sy x reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , Part 11

My old Blog: Masterlist

Syverson x reader

Desert Red

Damn you are tall

Please no Doctor: TW: DD/LG

And there was only one bed 

 Giving Good Catholic Boy Syverson his first Blowjob (NSFW)

Loving your form: TW: big boob reader, nsfw

Massage Syverson x big!breast reader TW Smut

Syverson being attracted to your innocence, Part 2, Part 3  (TW Smut)

Syverson x reader: A surprise for his book worm girlfriend (Fluff)

Syverson x reader working out: TW Smut 

Syverson x big!breast reader: NON Smut version

Syversonx bigBreast!reader: SMUT version

A Captains Return: (TW Smut-ish, daddy kink)

Syverson x noise!sensitive reader:

Captain “No Sadness” Syverson: TW: Period

Soft Summer night: TW: smut (hand-job, oral sex (fem. re))

Torn between worlds: TW: angst, Sy feeling sad

 A warm Italian night:TW (Smut on balcony, oral sex) 

Headcanons

The Captain as different jobs (NSFW)

Captain Syverson Kink

Soft!dom Sy

How they are when you are one year sober: TW: addiction 

Finding out the Captain is submissive: TW: Sub!Sy

All these fics can be found on the masterlist linked above

Series:

Viking Syverson AU: Finished

Syverson is a Captain from the north. Your villages will unite by him marrying you the daughter of the leader of your tribe. TW: arranged marriage, nudity, smut, fluff, bit of angst

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (final part)

Viking!Au Oneshot TW (smut, a bit of angst)

Farmers daughter (on-hold):

TW: smut-ish thoughts, teasing, smut in later chapters, swear words

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

Part 5:

Part 6:

Part 7:

Part 8:

Part 9:

Part 10:

Sy POV Chapter 1&2:

Sy POV Chapter 3 & a bit of 4):

Sy POV Chapter 4:

Sy POV Chapter 5:

Sy POV Chapter 6:

Roommate to cuddle: Masterlist

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

Part 5:

Part 6:

Part 7:

[ignis-writes]

Nightmares

Pairing: Captain Logan Syverson × Female Reader

Summary: An ugly Nightmare and how the following day went for the Syverson household.

Pov: First-person pov

Warnings: Mentions of war, PTSD, nightmares, drowning with fluff and angst. Lemme know if there is anything else.

Author's note: I’m not an experienced writer and this work is not BETA’d. Plus, English is not my first language so watch out for obvious mistakes.

Gif: @tellingyouastory

Do not plagiarize my work. Captain Syverson and Sandcastle doesn't belong to me.

Opening my eyes under the coarse moisture, I could sense the sharp wetness creeping into my veins, my fingers were going numb and my eyes couldn’t figure out anything except the painful sting of chilly water blurring my vision

     Where am I? How did I get here?

I tried to swim, but I couldn’t shift my limbs or cry out loud. I wondered if I'm dead already. Maybe I am in that phase where the soul splits from your body, never to be one again. Why else would I lose contact with my limbs? It hurts? Not really, but the confusion is scary and painful.  I gave up, too tired to fight anymore. If this is how I am going, I wanted to leave already, I wanted to end this desperation to breathe.

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Opened my eyes again to my name being whispered in panic but this time I could breathe, I  was breathing fast enough to feel the pulse hammer in my head. My throat ran dry with a protesting cough as I opened my eyes to his concerned face.

“ Sy? ”

“ hush… it’s just a nightmare, bug, you’re safe. ”

I could already feel my eyes welling up with moisture despite the lack of it in my mouth. His calm fingers wiped hot tears gliding down my face and gently raised me to sit on his lap with my head to his chest. His firm embrace was with just enough pressure to calm me down and let me breathe without effort. After what seemed to be an eternity of silence I sensed him shift gently to sit me against the headboard. I gazed at him with glossy eyes and a silent plea to stay a lil longer, I was not ready to leave him yet. He kissed my temple and told me he’d be back in a minute and left the door open with the lights on along the hallway. I could have caught his palm in mine and asked him to stay if the thought occurred fast enough in my tired brain.

He came back with some water and crackers. Turned up the AC and opened Netflix. Sy knew the nightmares stole my sleep and left me with terrible headaches and hot flashes. He removed his sweatpants and climbed into the sheets with me. We curled up into  each other for God knows how long, and somewhere around the crack of dawn, I must have dozed off in his warm chest. This wasn't the first time one of us got up screaming and hiding from the ghost of bygone days spent in mighty graveyards of powdered gold. Initially it was hard, but as time went the PTSD became easier to handle when you have someone  to fight for and someone fighting for you. So we became each other's safe haven, something like a home to hide when the demons came looking.  

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I woke up a few hours later to find worlds best Irish Coffee waiting for me at the bedside table, all captains magic. It restored life into my body and rubbed away the remains of sleep from my eyes. While I was standing under the faucet with water pouring over my face I heard the front door being unlocked followed by a loud lively bark which meant “moooommm im home” around here. Sy returned with Aika from their extended Sunday walk and joined me in the shower with a happy grin.

“Gotta save the wadur ma'am”

mumbled as he walked right in with a slap on my ass. And it would be a lie if I say I hated drowning my captain in those flowery fruity shower gels. He’d declare he ain’t saying shit only cuz he loved me and act all disinterested. Liar. I know he loves them too. To have this hulk of a man walking around my house smelling like vanilla and plum is a dream. He rubbed his beard across my neck and threw sloppy kisses while his hand sneaked around my hips to pull me closer. Ohhh…This is gonna be a long shower. 

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The day was cloudy with rain soon to follow, when I began to heat up the leftovers and boil some sweet tea while he cleaned up the bedroom and took out the garbage. We sat on the porch savoring mac and cheese with the Chinese Sy ordered for the night  talking about how the backyard fence needed some work done and where we could set up the ranch once we completed the loan on the house. We didn’t talk about yesterday’s incident, there was no need to. After 10 years of being together, we figured out how to avoid cross-questioning over such delicate yet insignificant junctures.

We knew each other by day and night, by good and bad and we cherished that silent intimacy long enough to watch it cool into the wax that held us together. And when we ran out of things to rant,  the silence was comfortable enough to let us deliberately slip into our separate lil worlds enjoying the quiet presence of each other’s company. So here we were starting the Sunday when the sun made plans to sleep, thinking about buying Alpacas and fixing fences while the world spined fast around us. We chose to live these days away from that hasty violent world, trying to make peace with ourselves.

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Seventeen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Seventeen Summary: Lori finds out more about Jake. Walker finds out about the pact.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.4k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Seventeen Warnings: slight angst, violence, mentions of blood, implied smut

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

This chapter is from both Lori and Walker's POVs. I know it's a bit different to how I've been structuring the story, but I felt like it needed to be done this way.

There's more exposition here, but I think that will be all for a while.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Sixteen Part Eighteen (coming soon)

Lori

“Are you sure you don’t want breakfast first?” Marshall asked as we approached the open door to Walker’s office.

I shook my head. “Let’s get this over with.”

He gave me a brief approving smile before cupping the back of my head and kissing me on the crown.

“Let’s go,” he said.

I took a deep breath to steel myself for what I was about to face and I walked into Walker’s office.

The space was simple enough, basically furnished with a dark, almost black, modern looking desk with a laptop and a number of open files and papers making a mess of the otherwise clean room. There was a matching filing cabinet and a bookshelf, a low modern black leather sofa and four simple chairs pushed against one of the grey walls and the floor was carpeted in a similarly grey rug. The only feature that appeared decorative was an abstract art piece that ran nearly the entire length of the wall.

It immediately caught my eye; it was impossible to ignore. The work was lit by museum style lighting and spread over two canvases. It was mostly white with sometimes wispy, sometimes harsh, feathery slashes of black, grey and brown paint. While there was an obvious darkness to the piece, there was something heartachingly optimistic about it. For some reason I was reminded of being a kid, blowing hard on a dandelion and watching with glee as the pappus floated away on the wind carrying with them the potential for adventure and a new life.

Walker cleared his throat. I glanced at him quickly, he was taking his seat behind the desk and Marshall was carrying over two chairs. I turned back to the painting and tried to reconcile the art with its owner, but couldn’t for the life of me see the connection.

What would a piece like this mean to a man like Walker? If it was simply melancholic and evoked feelings of fear and dread, I could see the attraction for him. However, the undeniable sense of potential hope and happiness born from the darkness had my curiosity piqued. Why would he not only buy it, but give the piece a place of honour, something that no other object in this room seemed to have? It couldn’t have been cheap, the artist was no doubt talented and experienced; it must have cost a fortune.

“Oh,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Of course.”

It was an investment and a way to hide his true net worth from authorities. Granted, it was a high brow, convoluted way of laundering money, but it wasn’t unheard of, especially for international criminal syndicates. It was the only explanation that seemed plausible.

Taking one last look at the painting, I sat down next to Marshall. He pulled out his notebook while Walker selected one of the files scattered over his desk and opened it. He selected a page and showed it to me.

It was a grainy and dark photograph of the interior of a nightclub and appeared to have been lifted from security footage. A number of people were in the shot, mostly holding drinks and standing in groups of twos or threes. At first I didn’t grasp the significance of the picture, then I gasped as I recognised the couple in the middle of the frame.

“Jake,” I whispered. 

“Jacob Owen Wright,” Walker corrected.

Barely able to tear my eyes from the photograph, I looked at the two men, “How did you find him? Just from this picture?”

Marshall looked a little sheepish and glanced at Walker who showed no embarrassment. “I had some associates sweep your apartment for fingerprints and DNA.”

“What?” I asked, my voice hard with anger. “You had no right to do that without asking.”

Walker took out another couple of pages and showed me pictures of what I recognised to be Jake’s apartment only by the kitchen cabinets because the rest of the apartment was completely bare.

“We didn’t have a lot of options. The whole place was scrubbed. Not a single piece of usable evidence was found to start an identification. Your apartment was the only other place we knew for sure that he’d been.”

“You could have asked,” I said, only partly paying attention to what I was saying.

My mind was in a whirl and I found it difficult to pin down any single thought. It was clear that Jake had lied to me about who he was and what his interest in forming a relationship with me was, but this along with the tracking device suggested that a bigger conspiracy was at play.

“So, you found something in my apartment?”

“Not a lot, but enough for an ID. A thumbprint was found on the top edge of the headboard of your bed and further examination found the rest of the prints on the back as if it had been grasped and used for purchase,” Walker informed me blankly.

My cheeks heated as I realised how those prints got there. I remembered when it had happened and remembered looking at the athletic cords of his arm muscles stretching and contracting as he used the bed as an anchor to go harder and deeper. I felt like such a fool. In the back of my mind I must have known there was something off about him, which was probably why I never want the relationship to make the transition from casual fuck buddies to something more serious. I don’t know why I ignored that feeling and let myself be drawn in by a man who had nothing to offer but lies and deception just because he had the veneer of civility. Looking up at Marshall, it struck me that while the Brothers appeared to be lawless and crude, they treated me better than any man I had known other than my father, Nate, and Hustle.

“Prints on file mean a criminal record right?” I asked.

Again the two men exchanged glances and again Walker spoke, “Not necessarily. But in this case, yes. One offence in New Mexico as a youth. While he was born in your home town, it appears as though he moved around a lot. His mother, born Louise Anne Huxley, married several times, however Jacob’s birth certificate lists no father and we haven’t been able to find one. Louise changed her name several times, with each marriage and on a few occasions without a marriage. Jacob’s birth name was Jacob Flynt, but he has also been known as Turner, Johnson and now, Wright.”

I peered at the photo of me and Jake again. He never even mentioned that he had been born in my hometown, only saying he had moved there a few months before we met; he hadn’t even said moved back. He hadn’t been open about himself like Marshall or Sy, or even Mike and I never would have asked him to be. I’d known the Brothers less than a week and I knew more about each of them than I did about Jake. Well, except for Walker.

“Anything else?”

Walker shook his head. “We have more leads to run down, I’ll let you know if we find anything more significant.”

“You’ve had some time to think,” Marshall said, “have you thought of anything else, anything at all that could help with the investigation?”

“No. Nothing I haven’t already told you.” My eyes were drawn back to the canvas. “Have you told my brother? Does he know anything about this?”

“I spoke to Hustle—” Walker started.

“I asked about Nate,” I brought my attention back to Walker whose jaw muscles quivered beneath his stubbled cheek. “Have you spoken to him?”

“No.”

I nodded and swallowed down my fear. Nate must be alright; Hustle would have said if he wasn’t and despite everything, I’m sure Walker would tell me if something had happened to him.

“Is that all? Can I go now?” I asked.

Walker gave me a curt dip of his head, so slight it couldn’t be called a nod.

I stood and turned swiftly on my heels as I headed for the door.

Walker

Marshall gave me a flat, unimpressed stare as he followed Lori out of my office.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I placed the papers and photographs back in the manilla folder. What the hell did I do this time to get her so riled up? 

Sighing, I tapped the file on the desk and glanced up to see Marshall lifting Lori’s chin with a crooked finger in a way that suggested a familiarity that was far too inappropriate for my liking. It was a good thing Sy wasn’t here to witness it; no doubt he’d go completely apeshit. A kiss on the cheek was one thing, even Mike’s game yesterday was basically harmless, but the way Marshall was looking at Lori was absolutely not benign. 

I was sure Marshall would pull away before they actually kissed. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to kiss her; the girl was far too attractive for her appeal to be ignored. She was artlessly beautiful and she had a spark of fiery willfulness that always made my cock ache when I imagined seducing her into submission. But this wasn’t about Lori, I didn’t give two shits if Lori stepped out on Sy, it was about Marshall. Marshall wouldn’t betray Sy, he wouldn’t betray a Brother. Surely he wasn’t going to—

“Holy Shit!”

He did it, he actually kissed her.

My blood ran like napalm through my veins, my sight going red as I lept my desk and letting the uncontrolled rage rush through my system along with the burst of adrenaline, I let it all out in one furious punch squarely in the middle of Marshall's face.

A scream and a warm spray of blood slapped me across the face, quickly sobering me. 

Oh fuck, what have I done?

Marshall held his nose, no doubt busted and Lori was pushing me out of the way as she tried to get Marshall to lower his hands so she could see the damage. Marshall wasn’t having it, stepping around her as he confronted me.

“You deserve that, you know you do,” I said, coolly.

“And why the fuck would I?” Marshall said, blood pooled in his mouth which sprayed out as he spoke.

“You think Sy would have gone easier on you? Should I have just let him deal with this?”

“And why the fuck would you care what Sy would do?”

“I’m not going to let a woman break this club up, I don’t care who the fuck she is.” 

“It’s not what you think Walker,” Lori had the hide to say. I turned on Lori, her face was pale with fear, but she held her chin up as if daring me to hit her too. Fuck, she was killing me.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Walker,” Marshall added.

“What else could I think? You’re kissing his fucking woman. You think he’s going to shrug and get over it? You’ve put the whole club in jeopardy and—”

“Walker!” Geralt entered my office, planting himself firmly between Marshall and me.

“He was kissing Lori,” I said. Jesus, I sounded like a kid trying to obfuscate responsibility after being busted by their dad. I may as well have pointed at Marshall and cried, he started it.

Geralt didn’t react. Not even a tiny twitch of his eye.

“You knew? You knew and you didn’t think to stop it before he came back? He’s going to fucking kill him.”

Geralt sighed and looked at the grey carpet now decorated with a blood splatter that Dexter Morgan would have been proud of.

“Lori, take him to the kitchen and put some ice on his nose.”

Lori gave me a look of disgust that made my guts twist. Fear, I could deal with; disgust was something else entirely. Marshall still had his eyes trained on me, his eyes darkened with murderous ambition. I readied myself for him to attack, but Lori took his hand, with a gentle tug and he let himself be led away.

I turned my attention back to Geralt as Marshall and Lori disappeared into the hallway.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” I said to Geralt, turning back to my desk and sitting in my chair.

Stunned, I sat slack jawed as Geralt explained the situation - the pact the others had made - although it sounded too far fetched to be true. But it made a lot of things fall into place and explained what the others had been whispering amongst themselves over the past few days.

How could I have missed this? How could I not have known what was going on. Jesus, what else was going on in the club that I didn’t know about?

“What happens when the job is over?” I asked when he finished talking.

“Same rules as before, she decides what she wants,” Geralt replied.

“What if she wants to go home? Would you go with her?”

Geralt shrugged.

“Jesus. You’d let the club fall because of the whims of some girl?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“When were you going to tell me? When you were all packed up ready to leave and I’d be stuck here holding my dick,” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I’d expect something like this from Sy, he’s always been a little soft when it comes to women. Or Mike even, he’s a fucking kid. But Marshall? You? No. I thought you knew what we were doing here, what we were working for.”

“I don’t think she will want to leave when this is over, I think she’s found her place here.”

“This is no place for a woman.”

“She knows what she's getting into. She’s not naive.”

Geralt’s nonchalance about this whole situation was doing my head in. There was so much that could go wrong here. We could lose it all because my Brothers couldn’t think with anything but their dicks.

“You don't have to be on the outside looking in,” Geralt said with a sly smirk. “She likes you too, you know.”

I laughed, curling my lip and showing Geralt my teeth. “I saw the look on her face, she’s terrified of me.”

“Not of you, of what you represent.”

“I don't share my toys," I sneered.

Geralt nodded slowly. “It’s your call,” he stood, “I'll go check on Marshall.”

“Tell him…” I ground my teeth, what the fuck do I say?

Geralt paused and waited.

“Nothing.”

I glanced at the painting on my wall. The darkness loomed larger than usual and I turned away again quickly, not daring to hope for some light.

Over the next few days the divide between my Brothers and I widened while the others seemed to draw together as they closed in on Lori. Normally there was a schedule set up for guarding a client, even inside the clubhouse, but Lori didn’t need one; she was never alone. She went from Marshall, to Geralt, to Mike, back to Marshall. I didn’t bother offering to take even an hour of guard duty. I wasn’t asked to anyway.

I dared not ask which of my Brothers she was fucking. Marshall obviously, but had Mike and Geralt gone there too? It didn’t look like it, but I couldn’t be sure. I should have nipped the situation in the bud that first night when I found Sy in bed with her.

Dinners alternated between awkward affairs and actually entertaining. Mike in particular was lively, filling dull moments with jokes and conversation. But usually towards the end of the meal Marshall would look at Lori, and the air in the room became electrified as if statically charged. I would leave the room as soon as possible.

One evening after dinner, I walked into the common room and the four of them were there. Perched on Geralt's knee, it appeared she was playing a card game against Mike and Marshall, a small stack of chips were in front of each of them. Her brows were drawn low in concentration as Geralt whispered in her ear and pointed at her hand.

They all looked up simultaneously. Mike and Marshall dropped their heads back to their cards, Marshall still hadn’t forgiven me for the punch and barely spoke to me during meals. His bruising had faded to a few dark circles under his eyes and he had a small cut on the bridge of his nose. Geralt nodded in greeting but didn’t say anything. 

Lori watched me move around the bar until Mike pulled her attention back to the game.

“It’s your turn Babycakes.”

She peeked over her shoulder at Geralt and pointed at a card. He nodded and grinned. Lori dropped the cards onto the table with a smirk and Mike groaned while Marshall dropped his hand with a disgruntled sigh.

“I won?” Lori asked, grining.

“G won,” Mike grumbled under his breath while Marshall nodded.

She raised her hands into fists above her head and bounced excitedly on Geralt’s knee. I turned my attention to pouring my drink, slamming the glass down angrily on the counter.

“Should we play again?” I heard her ask.

“I’ll deal,” Mike said.

“Walker, do you want in?” Lori asked.

I paused, the bottle of whiskey poised just about to pour.

“On the game,” she added.

Mike snickered.

I started to pour myself a generous amount before raising my head. All four of them were looking expectantly at me. I raised my glass to my lips and had a sip, relishing the sweet burn as it passed my throat and settled in my belly.

“No thanks,” I said, already walking across the room, “some people have to work around here.”

I went back to my office. I didn’t have any work to do, not really. All the leads we had in the investigation into Jake were being handled externally by various contacts who worked for us on occasion and I had decided not to take any more jobs until this one was over. We’d had requests and offers, but after investigating Jake and relaying the information to Hustle, I had a nagging feeling something wasn’t adding up. I think we were going to need everyone on this and Sy’s experience in particular was needed.

I lit a cigar and went to the sofa on the wall. I stared at the painting on the wall as I smoked, and drank, waiting patiently for the heavy buzz that would let me sleep.

I was getting close when the gate alarm went off. I went back to my desk and checked the camera feed and saw Sy rolling the large wire gate shut before riding off to the garage. I sat in the chair and waited.

It wasn’t long before he appeared, bag slung over one shoulder, helmet tucked under his arm.

“Walker,” he said.

“How did it go?”

He placed his helmet carefully on the desk, shrugged then sat. “It was straightforward. No problems. Need a report?”

I shook my head, “Not unless there’s something we should be aware of in future.”

He grimaced, “One or two things, but nothing urgent. I’ll get it to you in a few days.”

“Fine.” 

I expected him to leave but he stayed sitting in the chair. After a few moments he spoke. “How is she?”

“Alive,” I said.

He nodded. Quiet again, he looked all around my office at everything except me then spoke again. “Where is she?”

“I last saw her in the common room with the others. If they aren’t there, then I expect she’s with Marshall,” I paused, trying to figure out what the fuck he was thinking, but he gave nothing away so I added, “Like every other night since we got here.”

He nodded again. Still nothing, his face totally impassive, I couldn’t get a read on him at all.

Sy stood suddenly, “I’ll get that report to you soon.”

I wanted to ask him where he was going to go; his room or Marshall’s? I wanted to ask him why he did it, I wanted to tell him I couldn’t have done what he did, I wanted to punch the shit out of him and tell him he was a fucking idiot. Instead I waited until he left and went back to the sofa and stared at the painting on the wall again until I fell asleep.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Dollhouse 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as fear, coercion, violence, noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Five girls move into a shared residence for the upcoming school year but not all is as it seems. 

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Captain Syverson, Steve Abnesti, Lloyd Hansen, and Peter Parker 

This fic features five named readers; Ann, Lulu, Polly, Barbie, and Molly. This chapter features Ann and Lulu. Please note that characters may switch but will maintain second-person POV.

Note: It's thirstday.

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You’ve been waiting all summer to come back. Campus is like paradise to you. Sure, it’s fun to party but there’s also all the clubs and the general sense of community. You always manage to find your way right into the heart of it all. 

You’re a bit disappointed to not be living on campus itself but you found an alternative not too far away, and in a nice neighbourhood too. Not to mention, your best friend ever, Polly, will be living with you! 

The uber pulls up to the front of the idyllic building and your cheeks bloom with excitement. You spent the extra money to haul all your bags from the station, and it was worth it. You couldn’t have dragged it all that way, even on the bus. 

The driver helps you get everything onto the curb. You thank him and tip him on the app. He looks at you with that fogginess that a lot of guys get. He asks if you need anything else and you assure him you’re just fine. He seems almost reluctant to go. His spindly fingers twiddle at his side as he slinks around the hood. 

You stand with your bags and take out your phone. Polly said she was on her way. You don’t want to go in without her. You send her a message asking how close she is.

“Hey, what’re ya standing in the middle of the sidewalk for, bitch?”  

You wince as you spin to face the grizzly snarl. You harrumph and scowl at Polly as she cackles. It’s funny to think she could do such a scary voice considering she always looks so dainty and perfect. Even then, she wears a blouse and skirt, with a scarf that reminds you of an Audrey classic. Never a stitch out of place with her. 

“You sure are dressed for moving day,” you remark dryly. 

“Mm, don’t talk to me Barbie Doll,” she tosses the derisive nickname at you, “I see you have on the classic Mattel shade today.” 

You pout your pinkened lips at her and roll your eyes, “whatever! Pol! We’re gonna be roommates!” 

You squeal together and she lifts her bag over the lip of the pavement, “hell yeah.” 

You giggle and look up at the house. You went there once before for the walkthrough and it’s even more perfect than you remember. You bend to take your smallest bag and Polly shakes her head. 

“Really? You brought all that? I hope you don’t think I’m gonna be your personal camel and carry it.” 

“Don’t be such a downer,” you stick your tongue out. 

“Excuse me,” a deep timbre rolls over as the front gate squeaks. You and Polly share a startled look then turn to the large blond man as he steps through. That isn’t Jonathan... “Are you girls here for moving day?” 

“Uhhhhh,” you drone out and once more glance at your BFF, “we are.” 

“Oh, let me explain, Jonathan can’t make it. He has an emergency at another property. He left your keys with me to deliver,” he stirs around in the pocket of his blazers as he stands across the pavement. 

He's taller than the building manager you met in July, broader too. He’s bigger in every way and just as blond. He wears a pair of square glasses and only a plain tee under his suit jacket. He fishes out two key rings and shakes them. 

“Here we are,” he grins. He steps forward and offers you one of the fobs. “Front door is a censor. All new system.” He gives Polly the other dongle. “By the way, I’m Steve. I help Jonathan with security. I’ll be popping in for routine measures but I shouldn’t bother you too much.” 

“Oh thanks. I’m Barbie, this is Polly,” you squeeze the fob and smile at the grand facade of the building. “Awesome.” 

Polly toys with her keyring and stays quiet. She’s usually a riot but around men, you’ve noticed she gets a bit shy. You don’t blame her. Steve is a big guy and his gaze doesn’t falter for a single second. 

“Well, that’s great,” you continue, “good to be safe.” 

“Yeah, especially with a house full of girls. You never know,” he says. 

You blink at the subtlety of his suggestion. Obviously, there’s always those who will have the worst intentions but you try not to think of that. Besides, you’ve been around the block and it all looks very ordinary to you. 

“Anyway, let me show you inside. You’ve already got a roommate waiting on your girls,” he announces and claps his hands. “Can I help you with some of this?” 

He nods to your bags and you shimmy as you laugh at yourself, “oh, yeah, aha. I wanted to make sure I had everything.” 

“No problem, think I can handle it,” he bends and picks up your two largest bags. He doesn’t struggle at all. You gather up the three smaller ones and Polly rolls her suitcase with her. 

He stands inside the gate as he waits for you to enter. You lead the way up the walk as Polly clicks behind you. You climb the steps and strut across the porch. 

“Go on in,” Steve calls from behind. 

You do as he says and set your bags to the side of the entryway. You pause to take off your shoes as you see another pair on the mat. A pair of round-toed flats with bows. 

“You two are upstairs,” Steve says, “at the top, rooms at the end of the hall. Do you want me to bring your bags up?” 

“Oh, no, you can leave them at the door,” you face him again. “This is so lovely. Will you let Jonathan know we got here or should I call him?” 

“I can take care of it,” he says. “I’ll be headed to him once the rest of you show up. My partner’s out of town so we’re short right now.” 

“Your partner?” 

“Like I said, security.” 

“Ah, right, ha,” you rock your shoulders and he puts your bags down lightly. 

“Sure you don’t want some help,” he peers upstairs. 

“Really, we’re all good, right Polly?” 

“Mhmm,” she nods and looks past him. 

“Right, I’ll be outside. There's three more coming.” He nods and turns to go. 

You wait until he’s out the door to proceed upstairs. As you do, Polly sighs. 

“He was nice,” you say. 

“I guess,” she agrees dully. 

“He’s just doing his job.” 

“I know, it’s just, boys, guys, or whatever, standing next to you with them is like being invisible sometimes,” she mutters. “Not your fault but... yeah.” 

“Whatever. He’s a bit old for me,” you scoff as you get to the second-floor hall. You forgot how wide it was. Probably a good thing knowing it will be a full house. 

As you come to the end of the hall, a door opens and you see a single eye peer out. You stop short and Polly hits your back. The girl shifts the door and sticks her head out. 

“Uh, hi,” she squeaks, “I’m Lulu.” 

“Hey, uh, we’re... Barbie,” you point to yourself, “and Polly.” 

Polly leans around to wave with her free hands, “hi, Lulu.” 

Lulu lets the door go and steps out, “it’s been so quiet around here. I got here last week. It’s so nice to have people around.” 

“Oh, really?” You wonder. 

“I’m on exchange so... yeah, had to fly in,” she smiles sheepishly. “Anyway, sorry to bug you. Just wanted to say hi.” 

“You’re not bugging us at all! We were just chatting with Steve--” 

“Steve?” She frowns, “oh, the big bald guy? That’s Sy.” 

You frown and look at Polly, “no, Steve. Blond hair. Big.” You make yourself wide as you say the last word. 

“Ohhhh, sorry, I haven’t been out of my room. I’ve been so nervous,” she giggles and it sounds like a tinkling bell. 

“He’s the security guy or something,” Polly says. 

“Right,” Lulu’s lips tremble, “cool. Um, anyway, if you need me to show you around...” 

“Um, sure. We’ll drop out things off then I want to have a look at the kitchen. I was thinking of having some drinks once the rest got here. Maybe we can do a housewarming,” you chirp. 

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Lulu laughs again and it seems to clog her throat. She clears it and blinks, “sorry. Nervous.” 

You smile. You like meeting new people and the most exciting part for you, is all the different personalities coming together. And there’s still three more girls on the way. 

New things are always scary. For you, even the familiar is frightening. Sometimes what you know is the most dangerous. Like the bullies you went to school with for years.

Transferring to a new college is enough stress on its own but moving to a whole new city, that’s another beast on its own. Just like a dragon on its hoard. You clutch your worn novel to your chest as you walk down the street, your bag bouncing on the cracks in the sidewalk. 

You should’ve written this down. You think you’re going in the right direction. After the greyhound, you counter the city transit into the core and from there, you’ve been walking in circles. Finally, you recognise a street name and stop to turn on your data and spend a few MBs on confirming your destination. Just at the end. Phew. 

That gate was in the photos, those hedges too. Wow, it looks so much better IRL. You slow down in disbelief as you stare up at the siding. This can’t be. For the price you’re paying, you have to have taken a wrong turn. 

“Moving in?” A chipper voice asks as a shadow skews over the pavement next to yours. 

You blanch and look over at a boy about your age with reddish brown hair and warm amber eyes. He grins as you lower your chin then turn back to the house, “uh, yeah?” 

“Me too,” he says. “Peter. It’s a pretty cool building, huh? My aunt knows the owner.” 

“Mr. Pine,” you murmur. 

“I call him Jonathan but, yeah,” he chuckles. “You’re a Thrones fan?” 

You furrow your brow and glance over again. Then you check the book in your hand. 

“I’ve only read the books,” you say. 

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” 

“Molly,” you answer and sniff. You stare up at the house as it sinks in. You’ll be sharing a space with him. Not only him, but four others. 

“Should we go in together?” He offers. 

“Sure, why not,” you clutch your phone against the book and drag your bag forward. “Um, Mr. Pine said we should call--” 

“Yeah, that’s whatever. Like I said, I know him,” he insists as he goes ahead of you and unlatches the gate. “Come on.” 

You come forward as he hitches up his duffle bag. Your suitcase rattles over the threshold as another figure appears from the porch, “Pete, didn’t say you were bringing your girlfriend.” 

A large blond man, built like a warrior in a fantasy novel, descends the steps, “don’t think the roommates will be very happy about that.” “Whatever, Steve. She’s one of them. We just met.” 

“Ah, another one,” the man says, “great, just one more then.” The man digs in his pocket, “Jonathan left the keys.” He takes out two fobs and doles them out between you and Peter, “I’m Steve. Security.” He explains. 

“Oh, uh, nice to meet you,” you eke out. 

“This is Molly,” Peter intones and you give a bashful look. Oops, you forgot that. 

“Right, you two are on the first floor,” Steve says, “you wanna show her around, Pete?” 

Peter clucks, “Peter,” he corrects, “Steven.” 

The large man chortles and nods at you, “let me know if he gives you any trouble. It is my job to deal with the rabble.” 

You smile tightly and Peter waves off the other man, “come on. I’m sure you don’t wanna stand out in the sun with this lump head.” 

You show your teeth apologetically before you follow Peter. He strides down the walk and up the steps. You’re a few feet behind him. 

As you enter the house, you hear voices. They hush and you listen for them as they seem to do the same. Peter stands on the mat as you unlace your sneakers. 

“Hello?” He calls out, “anybody here?” 

There’s some noise before footsteps come from somewhere deep in the house. You look up to the top of the stairs as a figure appears above. The girl bounds down as two others loom behind her. 

“Helloooooo!” She trills, “I’m Barbie!” 

“Barbie,” Peter says, “hey. I love your lipstick.” 

“It’s gloss, actually, honey,” she winks, “you two are moving in? You’re friends too?” 

“Oh, uh no,” you shake your head, “we just...” 

“Good timing,” Peter says, “Peter, Molly.” He points in tandem with his introductions. 

“So cute, Molly, well up there is Polly. That rhymes! Polly and Molly, and that’s Lulu,” she gestures up behind her as the girls wave, “think there’s only one room left.” 

“What are we thinking?” Peter asks. “Party tonight? Ice breakers?” 

“Something like that. Drinks?” Barbie suggests. 

“You’re my kinda girl, Barbs.” 

“Barbie, hon,” she chides with a wag of her finger, “anywho, I’ll let you two get cozy while we wait on the last one.” 

“I hope it’s a dude,” Peter mutters as he turns away.  

You smile at Barbie then follow him. You’re not sure where your room is but he seems to know exactly where he’s going. You wouldn’t mind a door to hide behind. 

[littlefreya]

Feral Collision

Summary: After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course. 

Pairing: Coach!Syverson x Reader (2nd person POV)

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Smut. Age gap (female character is over 18), inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: So if there I have Professor Cavill why not have Coach Syverson? It came to me in a dream! Many thanks for @agniavateira​ who did the beta in nothing but couple of hours! And for the coffee that help me up till 4am to write this. 

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Title: Feral Collision

Everybody knew Coach Sy. 

A man wider than a door with bulging arms and thighs thicker than tree trunks. The bulky bastard was in charge of coaching the uni’s football team, and he was as tough as they come. 

The members of the football team hated, loved, and respected him at the same time. The coach was carved out of stone, led a no-bullshit policy, and rode their asses to hell and back; but then again the team never lost a match.

Rumour had it that Syverson used to be a military captain back when he was younger and well, he never denied it. The scars on his face kindly gave it away and there was a hint of a unit tattoo peeking out under the sleeve of his metal band t-shirt. Often you found yourself trying to detect what it was but then flushed and looked away as he caught you staring. 

It’s not like you were the first. Coach Sy is a popular subject of discussion among the ladies (and some of the men, too). Most of the chatter revolved around the imposing size of the bulge in his shorts and attempts to detect how large it was. They called him “Coach BDE” and giggled about how him being older must make him really experienced.

You never partook in the gossip, but even though you never exchanged a single word with him, many nights you lied awake, imagining him running his skilled hands down your body while whispering dirty little words in your ear in his rich southern accent. Syverson was more than a decade older yet you couldn’t deny it turned you on.

But that was just a fantasy which you were allowed to have. 

~*~

The autumn breeze wafted the scent of dry leaves as evening crept away and night inched closer. You stayed late at the campus library. The halls long cleared out and the concept of time lost on you when you realised it was already 10:30 pm. Collecting your bag and science books you rushed out, crossing the yard in a rush. The ominous trees surrounding the university looked like looming figures in the dark of night. 

Wearing a short plaid skirt suddenly made you feel over-exposed. 

Hugging your bag protectively, you began running and looked back when you crashed into someone’s chest and lost your balance. Knees down on the floor, you squealed with panic. 

“Easy there,” a gruff, low voice greeted you, his southern accent caressing the shell of your ears melodically. 

There was no question on who that was.

Arms crossed over his husky chest, the coach peered down at you with a hint of smile crisping his face; but his grin quickly died. Gingerly, he crouched down and hovered close. A loud, embarrassing hiss escaped your throat as his thumb stroked over your knee, his stare far too close than what you’d ever dreamt it would be.

Words couldn’t describe how beautiful Sy was. His eyes were deep like the arctic ocean, flowing with different shades of blue while one of them was flawed with a tint of brown that only made him more interesting. His cheeks were profound and beneath that thick messy beard, you detected succulent lips that begged to be kissed.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, pulling you back into the moment. It was only then that you noticed the nasty bleeding gash that covered your knee and the stinging pain instantly surged through.

“Umm... it’s... yeah,” you answered awkwardly, the rise and heavy beating in your chest making it harder to talk properly, let alone breathe. And as if you weren’t embarrassed enough, your leg twitched and visibly shook beneath his touch, making it quite obvious how vulnerable and feverish you were.

Sy flicked his tongue over his upper lip, observing the injury. But then his eyes wandered further, noticing a hint of your white cotton panties as you sat there legs spread and the skirt huddled up your thighs. 

The blaze in your cheeks was inevitable by that point.   

“Better have that looked at,” he mentioned, “can you walk?”

Still struck by the fall and bemused by the meaning of his words, you shook your head in confusion. You hardly mustered a coherent response when you were suddenly up in the air and safely secured in his steady arms.

A yelp pushed out of your mouth which he ignored as he carried you back into campus the way a groom carries his bride.  

“Coach, there’s no need!” You heard yourself call with alarm, though despite your protest it was impossible to ignore how warm and safe it felt to be in the arms of a man who exuded authority and discipline. 

A mix of spicy cologne and hardworking sweat masked your senses as he strode through the silent halls with ease and chuckled, his dry laughter and heavy steps both echoed between the white walls as he led you to the nurse’s office.  

“I carried men in the desert, you weigh nothin’, doll.” 

But it wasn’t him you were worried about. It was the way your entire body trembled against his and how sticky the little wet triangle patch in your panties was. Gosh, if any of the other girls heard this tale you’d be the talk of the campus for years to follow.

Syverson kicked the door open and carefully sat you on the examination bed, letting your legs dangle while he turned to switch the light on and began scrambling through the cabinets. The big man took the entire space within the room, making the cream-coloured cabinets look puny against his huge hands as he browsed through them one by one. He hummed a song to himself while searching for items, which in a way made him appear less intimidating than what people believed him to be. 

After all, his daily routine consisted of barking the most degrading commands at his team while sipping some black coffee and venturing through the corridors with a heavy frown, not speaking to anyone.      

But he was anything but angry at the moment, you realised. He was trying to make you feel relaxed. Still, his military and professional status dwarfed you into a little girl, clinging onto the books and stylish student bag with anxiety.  

“Is that... Slayer?...” You dared to ask as your brain picked up the tune.

Holding some gauze, alcohol solution, and an antiseptic ointment, he turned toward you and grinned widely before grabbing the nurse’s chair and dragging it toward the bed. 

“You’re a metalhead, darlin’?” 

“Somewhat,” you answered and gaped at him, secretly hoping that you made a good impression. 

The entire chair squeaked beneath his weight as he sat down and laid the medical supplies right next to you. Your heart was racing and your legs began to jitter, quaking as they hung from the edge. It was noticeable to him of course, and you were certain by then that he knew the effect he had on you and loved every single moment of it.

There was a slanted grin on his face as his eyes cut into yours for a split second, then breaking into a knowing glare before he lowered them to your wound and opened the bottle of medical alcohol.

“This is gonna sting,” he warned. The pungent odour of alcohol filled the room, and for some reason, the arousal peaked within your mind, associating the scent with some sort of sexual awakening. It turned even more profound as Sy wiped the drenched gauze over your bleeding injury to disinfect it.

The pain indeed stung. Your hand accidentally snapped to his shoulder and squeezed the hard muscle while you winced in pain. Feeling your nails digging into his flesh, Sy’s smirk only widened. He discarded the soiled gauze into the trash bin and reached for the ointment.

As the pain dulled out, your hand was still clutched around his shoulder. 

Oh how you wished the ground would take you right now.  

“I’m sorr…”

“Hold onto me, it’s fine,” Sy replied and next reached for the ointment, “this one’s gonna tingle though.”

He crooked his eyebrow playfully and then squirted the white paste on your kneecap and rolled his thumb over, gently massaging it into your open wound. Biting back a moan that begged to escape the cage of your lips, it hardly resonated in your mind until now how close he was. Blond freckles peppered his nose under the tanned skin and a few scars decorated his brow with glory. 

It made you wonder about the things he saw as military captain.

Continuing your discreet investigation, you couldn’t help but let your curious eyes glide down his thick body, impressed by every sinew and muscle and the way his body flexed as he moved his arm. You knew you shouldn’t stare; it was forbidden, but it was only human to sin. 

Your eyes dropped to the large, apparent bulge in his pants.

“You’re starin’, honey.”

His voice shook you in an instant, the fever hitting your brow and covering it with a sheet of glistening sweat.

“Like what you see?” 

Darkness veiled his beautiful eyes as he tilted his head to meet your curious, famished stare. Noticing the way he sucked onto his bottom lip, you wondered if he could smell the thick elixir that coated your little sleek as you sat elevated with your legs spread and your bare knee captured by his hand. 

Uncertain if it was the alcohol, his barbaric musk, or the poignant sense of longing, but boldness edged your tongue.

“Don’t act like you don’t know how handsome you are, Coach Syverson.”

His glance remained stoic, his eyes blinking for a moment. But while the beating thundered in your ears, you knew your words had an effect as his thumb began to draw circles over your knee.

“I think I might be too old for you,” he paused, his glance trailing over your face still showing no emotion. Yet the air in the room grew thick. ”Shouldn’t you be with a boy your age?” 

“Guys my age don’t know how to treat me,” you replied, swallowing the lump on your throat and staring at him deeply.

Sy lingered, his eyes burrowing into your skull.

“You are speaking to a member of the faculty here,” he chided you gently, his hand climbing slightly further, his fingers grazing over your inner thigh. “Are you going to get me into trouble?” 

Your lips fell open, words lost somewhere in the void that was your brain. Anticipation grew as Sy remained silent though his slippery tongue darted over the plush of his bottom lip.

“If anything were to happen here, it would be very wrong,” his voice dropped, his gaze never leaving yours and his fingers travelling further up.

“I could lose my job…”

“And I’ll be the slut who got the loveable coach Sy fired,” you continued, allowing yourself a small playful grin.

“They’ll remember me as the coach who fucked a young student…”

His fingers crept closer to the welcoming heat between your thighs and on instinct, your legs clamped shut around them and your hands locked around his shoulders as you gasped with shock. Slow and sensual he ran the pads of his fingers over the soaked spot in your panties, his mouth now slightly parted into a curious grin.

“You better be on the pill,” he warned and slid your panties aside, allowing his middle finger to venture between the gates of your blooming garden, and push inside.

You slammed your eyes shut and bucked your hips, legs quaking as he skilfully curled his long, hard-working digit inside you and stroked all the right places. 

“Y… yes.. I’m covered,” you drawled a shaky breath, swaying yourself to the slow, tidal pace he coaxed you into.

This might as well be a dream; maybe in your fall you hit your head rather than your knee because you couldn’t believe this was reality, and if so, it was a bad, no, a terrible idea. 

Yet there was no way in hell you were to leave this room without having big Coach Sy fuck your brains out.

“And you’re gonna be a good girl, and keep this a secret, right?” He asked, drawing the tip of his finger back and forth and pressing his thumb over the shy little pearl. Power and control danced on his face, gratification beaming on the blue haze of his glare as he manipulated you to his will.

The most sinful moans broke through your mouth, filling the little room. Spread wide open, you shoved against the stroke of his hand and then choked over his forearm, riding his finger, clenching, pulsating desperately for release. 

“I’m a good...good girl, sir,” the words merely spilt from your mouth and your spine coiled back as a knot tight within your gut began to stretch further. Leaning close, Sy cooed and licked the shell of your ear, bringing you to the edge of your pleasure, your skin tingling in pre-orgasmic chill when he suddenly paused and held his finger knuckle-deep.  

The chair screeched on the floor as he jumped to stand. Intimidating more than ever, the large, burly man stood over you while his finger was still tucked within your wet core. Eyes piercing into yours dangerously, he wrapped a hand around your throat and hauled you up, slamming your lips against his. 

Crying out with surprise, you unwillingly let him steal a deep, erotic kiss. His preying tongue danced over yours, tasting of coffee and honeyed whiskey. Coarse and thick, his beard left your skin prickling and all the while, his finger still explored your silken walls, bringing you close yet pulling back as he felt your climax drawing close. This was torture, he was playing with you the way a feline predator plays with its victim. 

Though your frustration made you want to scream at him, his brooding energy reduced you to mewls and tears.

Flames were rising in your chest, depleting all your oxygen as his hot mouth ravaged yours like a hungry vulture; air continued to grow shallow, dwindling down as his hand began to press around your neck. 

He broke from your lips and gave a sinister grin to the pout on your face.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered hoarsely and his head tipped down, gesturing to the enormous sticking bulge in his khaki shorts. Peering below you noticed the outlines of his cock straining against the fabric and something in your belly immediately stirred with hunger.

Your rounded eyes glanced back at him with need and you nodded obediently, “Please!” 

Coach Sy flashed his fangs into a Cheshire grin, his cut cheeks rounding with arrogance. “Please what, doll?”

“Please, sir, please fuck me!” 

Your pathetic pleas did not go unanswered. Tightening his hand around your neck, he plundered your mouth for the second time, his kiss now aggressive and fiery, leaving your chin and your lips swollen and stinging as your nerves simmered beneath his rough mouth and coarse whiskers of his face.

His taste was divine but as his hand withdrew from your pussy and the pull of his zipper ripped into the room, you battled his lips off and curiously stared down to see if he was just as large as the girls in class wondered.

“Holy shit!”

Hard and ridged with pulsating veins, his cock hung heavy and low between his thick thighs. He was not only huge but girthy too, the sight of his diameter making your tiny sleek pang with both want and fright, uncertain of how he was going to fit inside. 

“I…” You gulped, “I’ve never seen one this big before, don’t know if I can take you…”

“Promise to go slow,” he retorted, his fingers wrapping around his erection and running a single wet finger over the terrain, “besides, there is no can’t, there is only want.”

The thought of having him penetrate you made you feel as if you were a virgin on her first night. Excitement and anxiety made your tremble, both emotions battling for control, in which by nature only one triumphed - the sinful, hell-sent lust. With his hand around your neck, he leaned you back on the examination bed and pushed between your welcoming thighs. 

Overcome with arrogance he took his time teasing, prolonging the moment by a wide smile and poking the dripping head of his cock at the supple skin of your inner thigh. Tiny drops of precum smeared onto your flesh, leaving a sticky trail that made your legs jolt in the air helplessly.

“I’m going to fuck you like an animal.”

Air shook between your quivering, gaping lips and you whimpered with another nod, swallowing hard as he moved further between your legs, the bulbous crown now stroking against your swollen clit. “And you’re going to be a good little girl for me, and take me all the way in.”

“Coach Syv…”

Your whiny words sliced into a deep cry of shock as he entered you by surprise. Inch by inch, driving into your squeezing cunt as if it was a juicy fruit being torn apart. His guttural groan made your chest clench with despair, his overwhelmed voice mimicking the astonishment of sinking his throbbing, meaty cock into your tight wetness.

“Sweet Jesus,” he grunted in his Texan slur, and all you could think of is that you couldn’t believe Coach Sy’s huge cock was deep inside you.

“Tight little pussy, all of it for me.”

“You’re too deep!” You mewled, biting your lips as you felt as if you couldn’t take him any longer, but he kept going until the large tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you both paused and gasped.

“I’m as deep as I want to be,” he corrected you and shot an imperious gaze into your eyes, his fingers massaging your throat, squeezing lightly as if to comfort you. But you knew it meant to put you in place as if you were under his command.

The Captain never left the military.

“Those boys can never fuck you like I do,” Sy rasped breathlessly, feeling the pressure of your walls choking around his cock. He allowed them to force him out, dragging his length out along your taut velvet until nothing but his tip remained between your wet lips.

Mouth agape, your eyes stared into his with shock. He never gave you a chance to adjust to his sheer size, yet your body already begged for him to plunge into you again. The throbbing within you was defying, and the sight on his face made you feel like a weak, owned little thing. Holding both your neck and your cunt in detention, Sy had full control over your body. And he only proceeded when he saw fit. 

You didn’t have to beg as the moment you tried to speak he broke into you again, pushing slightly harder, despite the slim space within you. Once again his thick cock parted through your veils and slammed to the brim before parting away, pulling exceptionally slow only to repay you with a fiercer rhythm.

Cries sputtered from your clutched throat, and your swinging legs spread wider to let him further in. Leaning on one elbow while your other hand pressed into his muscular chest, you watched as he rocked from above like an earnest soldier. In and out, rough and furious, soon he hammered you so vigorously the bed bounced underneath, producing stringy, metallic sounds, which were nothing in comparison to the chant of your wet pussy being defiled by his massive cock. 

Thick and warm, the sweet honey of your elixir dripped around his cock, slipping down at the slope of your rear and defiling the hard leather mattress. Baffled to how he even felt inside, you screamed and ached with every jerk of his hips, and the slam of his big cock inside you made stars burst behind your eyes. Within your lower belly, the tidal spasms began to overflow, sweeping back and forth at the command of his punishing rhythm. 

“You like my big cock destroying your sweet little cunt, girl?” He grunted incoherently to which you answered “Yes,” meekly, followed by a peal of mewls.  

He was right, no one fucked you like this before-feral and vigorous like a touch starved animal. Yet he knew every move and every spot, bringing you to new heights of ecstasy. Your climax was inevitable, unstoppable like a crushing ocean as he stood up straight and rutted you like a machine. 

White waves washed through your body, your cunt trembled and wrapped tightly around his swelling shaft as the rapture imploded, sending an aftershock of bliss from your core to the very tips of your fingers.

“Coach Syverson!!!” You heard yourself scream as your eyes screwed shut.

Feeling you tighten around him, Sy snapped above you like a bull, pressing you flat down by the neck on the mattress and hammering you with strenuous effort and searing speed. His breath huffed over your face, his growls and grunts making your spine crawl. He moved as if your body was the centre of the universe and he wanted nothing more but plant his seed in it. 

“Do these…. boys… get to… get to come inside you?” he asked breathlessly, “like I’m about to?”

You shook your head and gasped as his fingers nearly crushed your neck. Sy suddenly increased the ardent pace of his thrusts and shouted out, slamming his hips hard into your ass and then grinding in. You felt every ribbon of his hot cum as it filled you, its warmth a pleasant, tender kiss to end a violent dance.

Little droplets of sweat trickled from his nose and landed on your forehead as he hovered huffing above you. The room was now a symphony of breathless, laboured sighs and sharp inhales of air that cracked from both of you.

Sy swallowed loudly and moved back, his lids heavy with exhaustion while his face glistened with sweat. Still tucked and twitching inside you, he gave you a look that was clear as day. 

This was the worst mistake you both ever made.

“Alright?” he asked, releasing your neck and moving a sticky strand of hair from your forehead.

You nodded silently and then moaned as he slowly pulled away and slipped out from the filthy mess that was between your legs. He was big even coming out half soft.

Shooting a hand between your legs, you quickly fixed your underwear in place and sat up. Every nerve and muscle jolted in shock, your skin feeling as if a thousand little ants travelled onto your body. The silence was harrowing as both of you attempted to adjust, yet being the one of authority and responsibility in the room he knew he had to speak first.

“I'm sorry,” he admitted, looking at you guilt-ridden as you climbed off the bed and straightened your skirt. You had to swallow a moan as you felt his semen coat the damp fabric of your panties. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, but you understand this can’t happen again?” He asked, trying to sound as gentle and soft-spoken as he could while tilting his head to look at you. “We’ll get into trouble if this ever comes out…”

“I understand,” you answered and gave him a weak smile, “don’t worry, it won’t.”

Coach Sy smiled back at you kindly, and then reached his hand to your chin, squeezing it as lightly as he could which was nothing but gentle. As your eyes collided into a long, intimate stare, you both knew what was distinguishably undisclosed.

This was going to happen again. And again. And again. 

Read Part 2

[witchersmistress]

Home Sweet Home

this is a picture of a resturant from the French Quarter, found it on google :)

Summary: Another dual pov from both New Orleans present day and New Orleans 1865 from both Syverson and Aurora their back story

Permission is not given to copy my work in any shape, way or form. i'll haunt you for the rest of your days if you do K?

Trigger Warnings: Blood, violence, bodily harm/ injury, death. an 800 pound alligator named Old Louise, resentment towards me for what you are about to read.

Word count: 3K

 New Orleans 2023

 Aurora’s  POV   

I couldn't stop thinking about that interaction. I was sitting down at my laptop when there was a knock on my door “Come in!” I yelled. Mama J walked in “ Hi sugah, my granddaughter was telling me that you are looking for an old New Orleans home” I nodded, she leaned against the door frame. “Well sugah, my family has been here for over 150 years, my daddy used to tend garden's  for a number of homes in his younger years, tell me what you know and I'll see if I can help” I smiled excitedly. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed as I dug out the drawings I had and began to explain my dreams to her. 

She never questioned anything, just giving me a small smile and looking at the pictures i've found on the web, that looked similar. " There was a spiral staircase that led up to a library that was filled with so many books' '' I told her as I scrolled to find the picture. She let out a light hearted laugh " Child, I know that house, c'mere" she got up and I followed out of the room and down the stairs into the sitting room.

She pulled an old photo album off the bookcase and took a seat on the couch. "Sit child, let me tell you a story" I sat next to her tucking my legs underneath Mr as she flipped through the book and stopped at this gorgeous house. Mama told me as she continued to flip through the pages. She has pictures of the ballroom, the stairs in the foyer of the house, the gorgeous gardening wing and the spiral staircase.

She let out a laugh " look at your grinning like a possum" she flipped to another page and showed the image of a man  in a military uniform, the picture had aged well even with some watermarks. She pointed at him "This fine young man was Captian James Logan Syverson, of the 1st Louisiana cavalry" she flipped to another page of him and a young woman together, she was sitting on a swing, her hair obscured her face, but the smile on his face said it all.

"She's pretty as a peach isn't she? That's the only photo they ever managed to capture of her. She shied away from the camera. She never liked to be on film." I cocked an eyebrow at her " how did you know this?" She flipped a few more pages in the book and landed on the staff of the house and she pointed to two of the ladies in the back " that there is my great great  grandmother Arlene, and her daughter Charlotte. The story of Syverson and Ms. Hathaway has been passed down in my family." She smiled a sad smile. "They first met in 1860, it was a founders day party, Captain Syverson walked in that room and was blown away by her from the moment their eyes met. He began courting her in 1862. This house was completed in 1863, he built it for her, their future home." She continued, flipping back to the picture of them. " She sadly passed away in the early months of 1865. Some say she was killed as an act of revenge against Syverson, others say she got sick and her body couldn't take it. They were to be married in that spring" 

She clicked her tongue, closing the photo album, placing a hand on top and one on her heart. "Logan was unable to set foot in that house again. The house stayed in the family. I believe it's currently owned by his grandson, that handsome man who climbed up on your balcony this morning, that cheeky boy" she placed the book in my lap as she stood.

"Where was Ms. Hathaway buried?" Fiddling with the locket around my neck. " Her family has a family plot in Lafayette Cemetery. The first one, they have a plaque with her name on it, but I doubt she is there." I turned my head with a quizzical expression, she tutted me several times " sweet child, she is buried with Syverson. No doubt in my mind, he has the money and the military on his side. Even in death he couldn't let her go" the sound of footsteps had me turning in my seat. It was her granddaughter, Emily, she was holding a house phone in her hand, " Excuse me gram but auntie is on the phone for you" extending the phone out to her. 

Looking at the photo album. I kept coming back to that picture of them. Running my fingers over the edge of the photo, suddenly I'm transported to another time. I'm the one sitting in the seat of that swing and I cannot stop laughing at Syverson. He took the two ropes and twisted me around and let them go so I would unravel with a squeal “Logan” I called out to him, he stopped the swing from spinning as he looked at me with so much love, my heart beat erratically as he leaned in closer.. “Rory child” Mama had called me, I shook my head and was brought back to her living room. “ Hmm '' I hummed at her, she was smiling like a fool, “ I just got off the phone with my sister, Freya, she said the Syverson boy just left and he'd be by to pick you up and show you his family home. He will be here in about 10 minutes” putting the photo album down on the coffee table. I bolted up the stairs to put my bag together and get my camera. 

Syverson’s POV

I didn't even get the chance  to knock on her front door before it opened “Logan what do I owe this pleasure ?” Freya said, she looked over at Gus and her eyes narrowed at him. Looking back over my way with one eyebrow cocked, holding up the strands of her hair “ I think i found her” her eyes widened “Say no more get in here” we made our way into her house, to her sun porch out back, where old Louise was out back basking in the sun, i grabbed a raw chicken leg out of his bowl and threw it out to him “ Here you go big fella” he growled as he chomped down on it, bone crunching and all. Gus shuddered at the sound and turned away.  She gestured for us to sit, she placed the strands of hair in a bowl of water and mixed them in, before she stood and went over to her bookcase and pulled out a small hope chest, and pulled out the few remaining things from Aurora, her favorite perfume, a couple of her hair pins, i could have sat for hours and wa\tched her pin her hair and lastly her silver hair brush.

She pulled a few strands from the brush  and mixed it in with the other strands, she mumbled over the water and smoke started to rise as Freya spoke in a language I did not understand. I watched the two strands of smoke curled and intertwined with one another. At the top of each smoke spiral was a visual of both Aurora’s past and present. Freya hummed as she waved her hands over the bowl and the 2 pictures became one. “Do you remember the night she died, Logan?” 

I nodded my head, it feels like it was just yesterday when she died in my arms. “I’ll remember that day for the rest of my life” she nodded and leaned back in her seat.

New Orleans 1865

It was the end of the winter season, spring was coming and soon with it my marriage to Aurora. Making my way into the sitting room, I saw her in her rocking chair, working on her needle point, her bottom lip twitching as she worked on her pattern. I placed a few more pieces of kindling into the fire, before kneeling in front of her, she gave me a small laugh and smile running one of her hands through my hair before going back to her work. I laid my head in her lap as she continued to work, humming softly. Her stomach let out a loud growl, “ I’ll get dinner started” she said as she put down her needle point. She stood up “I don't think so darlin,i can get you dinner, you just rest, you've been running non stop these last few weeks, you need to rest” she nodded up at me before she settled back down again. 

Making my way to the back of the house and into the kitchen, I found Ms. Charlotte turned to face me. “Good evening Captain, soup is almost ready."I nodded at her, “ Would mind so terribly to bring her a cup of tea, she needs to calm her nerves” she nodded and walked out the kitchen. I had finished grabbing all the silverware, when I heard a blood curdling scream come from the front of the room, dropping the ladle, I grabbed my gun and went racing towards the screaming

I skidded to a halt upon entering the sitting room, two men dressed in all black had, Charlotte and Aurora. “ Ahhh” a familiar voice sounded from my right, I turned to see who it was, it was John Davenport, Caroline’s  husband. But that was impossible, he was imprisoned to be hung for the murder of his boss

“I see the confusion written on your face, old sport” he sneered at me. “ I should be in jail but a strange man came to me with an offer, your life for mine” he strutted around the room as Aurora struggled in the man's hold, I narrowed my eyes at her begging her to relax, she looked at me and settled. “ You see Logan, you made some very powerful enemies who would do anything to see you crumble. So come to my surprise to see that you were taken here with Ms. Aurora, you made it all to easy to bring you down" he had a wicked gleam to his face as he twirled a small hunting knife in his hand " you really are a bastard John" Aurora spit at him, he walked over and squished her cheeks together " That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days" she wrench her head from his grasp and gave him a hard stare. He turned back to face me “But I am prepared to offer you a deal, I’ll kill Aurora, which is a better fate than what he has in store for her."

 He nodded at his men who started to wrestle the girls but Charlotte broke free, the guy went to grab her and Aurora stuck her foot out tripping the bastard “Get out of here Charlotte” she yelled as she took off out the door and into the night. 

I drew my gun to fight with John but he was much quicker than I. He had an arm wrapped around my neck and he had brought me to my knees and forced my gaze on my sweet girl. She was breathing heavily, “It's ok Logan, everything is going to be ok” I fought against John’s hold but it was no use, I couldn't get free,  I struggled against his grip " you'll live to regret this John."  I seethed. He threw his head back and laughed " It's not me, you need to fear Logan, it's August.. Do you remember him?"I remembered a Union General named August. He was a ruthless and a cold blooded killer. I saw him tear a man apart on the battlefield, his reputation precedes him. Very few men who went up against him lived to tell the tale, even then none of them in the end made any lick of sense, they talked about his glowing red eyes and his fangs. He was indeed a monster. A few select men, myself included, were tasked with disposing of him. We broke into his home, others looted and damaged his home, me and 2 other people stayed focused on the mission and it was to find him. Realization and terror must have been showing on my face, because John laughed. “Good you remember him, because he  never forgot you and he has been patiently waiting for a chance to get back at you.” he snapped his fingers and his goons, shuffled about and sandwiched Aurora between them.

 “You know old sport  i hate for it to come to this but you've left me no choice”he snapped fingers and the one of the me, withdrew his knife, with a singular thrust, he shoved the blade into her stomach and up into her ribs “NOOOOOO” i roared and tried to get to her as she dropped to her knees, john released me as i raced over to her and cradled her in my arms, placing my hands on her wound “Breathe for me, i know it hurts.." her hand cupped my cheek, " it… doesn't hurt Logan" a blood started to drip out of her mouth.

John let out a sadistic chuckle as he stood up, “ this might work out even better than the boss wanted” he turned his back to me and shout as we walked out “It was good to see you old boy, but i have bigger fish to fry this evening”

It took all my strength to not get up off that floor and go racing after him. “Aurora” a feminine voice yelled, Arlene and her daughter Charlotte made their way in through   the door with a younger man behind them. Charlotte’s eyes locked on us and she let out a gasp as she sank to the floor and the gentlemen behind her caught her. Arlene stood there, eyes wide and unshed tears shining in them. A soft touch on my face drew me back to reality, i looked down at her pale face, the blood staining her lips and chin. Her vibrant green irises seem to bore into me as she spoke

" don't you dare lose yourself, Logan Syverson. Don't you give into the darkness" she cupped my cheek, I pressed my hand to her wound, but I knew it was useless. With a nod of her head, Arlene and Charlotte came in closer. I let out a low growl " Logan '' Aurora scolded " enough they are going to help you, they are friends' ' I nodded at her, tears blurring my vision, she let out a sharp breath. 

 I turned to look at Charlotte but she just shook her head, turning back to face Aurora, she grabbed my hand and squeezed " there are some many things I want to tell you Logan, but from the moment I met you, I knew you'd be my undoing, but I didn't care, what was going to happen, I just wanted to love you while I could. I love you so much Logan Syverson, don't you ever forget that. We will meet again of that I am sure" I brought her lips to mine for one last kiss, when our lips connected, something in the atmosphere shifted, I pulled away and looked into her green eyes, " I'll find you again, no matter how long it takes" i assured her,  her eyes shined with the unshed tears, as the light faded from her eyes and the closed one final time. I pulled into my chest and roared in anguish.

New Orleans 2023

Syverson pov

My eyes shot open, a fresh tear rolling down my face, that Freya promptly swiped up and dropped into the bowl. A shiver rolled through my body as I watched the smoke grow and turn into a vision of Aurora and I walking in 1864. My heart swelled at the idea. "Congratulations Logan, she came back to you" she got up and grabbed her phone. "Emily, is mama available?" she asked. My heart soared when she finally came back to me.  I’ll be damned  sure  to give  her  a  spanking for taking so long, the damn brat that she is. Freya  chatted away with  her sister, I looked over at Gus whose eyes were firmly placed on old louise. “Gus' ' i said “He isn't going to attack you, he is just a big puppy' ' his eyes bugged out of his head' ' A PUPPY?!?! SYVERSON, HE IS A 800 POUND ALLIGATOR, WITH 80 TEETH WAITING TO TEAR YOU APART!!” Old Louise moved his head in his direction and opened his jaws. Gus jumped back in his seat “ Actually Gus, darling” Freya chimed in cause the poor fucker to jump out of his skin, “He wouldnt eat you right away, he drowned you but since you are so large he would stuff you under water for a few weeks, letting your meat and bones soften before ripping you to pieces to eat” he turned a shade of grey and louise, the cheeky thing snapped his jaws closed, sending Gus over his chair and out the door like a bat out of hell. 

I dropped in my seat in a fit of laughter as Freya walked over to Louise and gave him a scratch on his chin before crawling back into the water. “How is the old man hanging in there?” I asked her as we watched him swim away, she gave a heavy sigh. “He is good, getting up there in years, but still hanging tough” she watched the space he was for a few more minutes before she spoke “ I just off the phone with my sister, Jezabel, she was telling me that Ms. Rory as she called her, she remembers the family home you built her and like to see it” i shot up from my seat “ Relax sugah, i told her that you'd be there in 10 minutes for her” i ran out of the sun room, i turned back to thank her and she shooed me away “Go on get outta her go get your girl Syverson” she said with a laugh, i was down those front steps and into my truck with spinning tires and throwing gavel as i hauled ass back to the French Quarter.

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oblivious - c.6

Summary: Erin Syverson has her own take on the uncle Sy and Ivy situation...

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warning: None

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Erin's POV

When I first met Ivy, I kid you not when I say I thought she was a gift sent in from above. After everything me and my sisters had gone through, she was the first great thing that came on our path. Losing our parents, having to move in with our absent uncle Sy and going back to school in an entirely different county?

It was rough, it was terrible, especially because I also became some sort of second mom to my sisters, a role I never had prior to my parents’ death.

But thankfully there she was. The woman I desperately needed, cause otherwise I might’ve gone absolutely mad and who knows what I would’ve done.

Ivy reminded me of my mom. She’s funny, kind. Ivy’s just a little bit younger and a little less serious like my mom used to be. It’s nice though, to be around someone who experienced loss, knew about life and its difficulties and especially wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.

Turns out, I desperately needed her. She stood up for us and told uncle Sy off, never blinking any bit faster and never showing any fear. I think that took uncle Sy by surprise, but it also made him realize how much he needed her, because she’s important to all of us.

I can see it in his eyes, but he would never admit out loud how deeply he cares about her.

When I got my first period, she was there to help me. When I told her I liked Teddy, she has been nothing but supportive about it. She’s an excellent baker, really great with my younger sisters and a real shoulder to lean on.

While uncle Sy is pushing away his feelings for her and they even had a little argument—though no one told me about it, but I felt something going on between them—I realize that no matter what they think about one another, no matter what happened between them, they care so deeply.

I mean, uncle Sy ran into a burning house, not a single moment of hesitation. I knew he was in the military before he was in construction, but to see how he truly is, that he is a hero, not afraid… I don’t know, it kinda changed my perspective about him.

And when we were in the hospital and he offered to take her in for the time being, I realized something: he was in love with her. He could’ve paid for a hotel room for her. He could’ve asked someone else to take her in.

But he didn’t. Without even hesitating.

When it was time for Ivy to come home with us—together with a lot of painkillers for her back—the doctor told her a lot of rest (so no working) and no lifting whatsoever. She wasn’t listening at all, but my uncle was absorbing every bit of information up like a sponge, determine to take good care of her.

He helped her into the car, helped her out of the car and to our place. He saw her staring at what was left of her house, but he was quick to gently pull her inside.

And since that moment he has been taking care of her in a manner that’s uncanny. I can barely recognize him. All of the sudden, he reminds me of my father, how he’d take care of my mom when my sisters were born.

For the first time in forever I noticed how much they are alike.

It has been a day since Ivy has been released from the hospital. My sisters are tucked into their beds, while I sit at the top of the stairs, staring down at uncle Sy and Ivy, who both have no idea I’m there as they are sitting on the couch. I should be asleep, since we’re going to school tomorrow, but I can’t.

Since no one tells me about what is happening between them, I have to keep myself informed one way or another. They need me butting in, they need me interfering with their love life. Ivy told me she doesn’t do romance, but who says there isn’t someone to change that? And who says that someone can’t be uncle Sy?

‘Ouch,’ I hear Ivy mumble.

Uncle Sy is immediately alerted, sitting up a lot straighter. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s my back and my neck. Shit, I hate this. I have a class to teach tomorrow, very important.’

Uncle Sy starts to laugh and it’s a genuine laugh, for the first time since I can remember. ‘Yoga is indeed very important.’

‘Oh, aren’t you hilarious? It hurts and yoga is my life, okay?’

He nods, pretending to understand, but it’s obvious he doesn’t. What an idiot. He has so much to learn. ‘You know you can’t work, right?’

‘Yes, yes, I know,’ she mutters. ‘I wish I could do something.’ She winces as she resits.

‘Want another painkiller?’

‘No, because otherwise I’ll OD.’

I see Uncle Sy placing his hand on the back of the couch, visibly contemplating what to say to her. ‘Ivy,’ he says, ‘I’m sorry.’

It’s the first time I hear him apologize and judging from Ivy, she’s taken by surprise as well. ‘For what?’ Ivy asks.

‘For everything. For what happened in the car the other day, for being a total jackass, for what happened to your place.’

‘Sy, you can’t help the fact my house burned down.’

‘I know, I know, but… I can truly apologize for the other stuff.’

‘It’s okay.’

‘No, it’s not okay,’ he says. ‘You have done so much for us and I was out here being petty.’

She shrugs. ‘You can’t help it you’re useless sometimes.’

‘Ivy, I’m trying to have a serious here and it’s hard. So please, humor me for a second and be kind about it.’

Their eyes meet and she sighs. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. As a matter of fact, I should thank you for running into my place.’

‘Of course.’

‘No, no, you don’t understand. Sy, you saved my life. For years I have been trying to save myself. Back in the system, during adoption processes. It has always been me taking care of me. And out of all the people in the world, you saved me back there.’ She runs her fingers through her hairs and says: ‘What if something would’ve happened to you? You have three beautiful girls here, nothing can happen to you.’

‘Neither can something happen to you,’ he retorts. ‘I’d save your ass over and over again, because I hate to admit it, but we cannot live without you.’

Ivy laughs. ‘You’re over-exaggerating.’

‘No, I’m not,’ uncle Sy says. ‘You’re better off with the girls anyways.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. You are learning. I know I’ve been hard on you, but remember: your brother and sister-in-law chose you to take care of them, with a reason.’

‘I bet their shaking their heads at me from heaven. I’m the worst.’

‘I can tell from experience that you are not the worst. You’re slightly incapable from time to time, but you are trying. That’s more than I can say of other people.’

Their eyes lock and uncle Sy has a small, a little unsure smile on his lips. ‘Really?’ he asks.

She places her hand on his shoulder. ‘Really, I wouldn’t lie about that. Could you maybe do something for me?’

‘Of course.’

‘Help me to get to bed.’

That’s my cue to scoot outta here. While others might stay cool and collected during moments like this, I on the other hand start to panic. I rush into what I think is my room, but it turns out I’m in uncle Sy’s room. Judging from the footsteps, I realize I don’t have enough time to rush back to my own room, so I hide into uncle Sy’s closet.

Ew, it stinks in here, like mud and wood.

Through the shutters, I see my uncle helping Ivy into his bed. She sits on the edge and now the worst part is near, having to lie down flat on her back. ‘Let’s get you correctly seated first,’ uncle Sy says. He helps her into the bed and holds his hand on her back and behind her neck. He gentle places her down, before tugging her underneath the blankets. ‘You okay?’

‘I’m fine,’ she says.

‘And remember: just call me when you need me, okay?’

‘I know,’ she says. ‘Good night.’

‘Good night, Ivy.’ He walks out of the room and I hear him going down the stairs. Now I just have to wait until Ivy’s asleep and then I can get out of—

‘Erin, I know you’re in there.’

I sigh, knowing this is a lost cause. I get out of the closet and ask: ‘How’d you know?’

‘I know everything,’ she says. ‘Besides, I saw you on top of the stairs. You’re really nosey.’

‘I am not.’

She glares at me, side eyeing me, making it clear I am wrong and she’s right. Which is the truth. ‘You should get in bed, you have school tomorrow.’

‘I know.’

‘But?’

‘I have a question,’ I say.

‘Just one?’ Ivy asks.

I nod. ‘Just one, I swear.’

‘Surprise me.’

It’s now or never, Erin. ‘Do you like my uncle?’

Ivy rolls her eyes. ‘Seriously? That’s your question?’ She lets out a laugh. ‘Get out of here, kid,’ she smiles. ‘You’ve gotta rise and shine early in the morning.’

I simply nod and walk out of the room. While she might not have answered the question verbally, she did with her smile.

She’s totally into uncle Sy.

And they totally need my help realizing it.

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