#cause why else would he be sleeping with the enemy

[xo2dee]

Hewwo, ive been meaning to ask

But can i request a really angsty oneshot of dante x reader(mutual pining but no one makes the first move cause they scared), where they're both demon hunters in the same organization but a mission goes wrong and reader dies? Its totally fine if you dont want to write it. Just a thought! Thank you for your time <3

PAIRING: Dante/Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Major Character Death, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Gore. WORD COUNT: 2,111.

A/N: thank you for the request! and anonie you're actually real for requesting this bc this is a high probability of an event happening to dante. and i love angst and hurt with no comfort teehee.

DMC MASTERLIST

Death and the concept of time were two things he thought about often. Usually when he sat alone at his desk lost in thought before his eyes closed to sleep, Dante’s mind would linger to those two topics and the hands he had in both of them.

And, disturbingly enough, sometimes he only thought about them when you came around.

It wasn’t like he wished death on you – no, far from it, it was more so he worried about the prospect of it happening to you way too much than he would’ve liked to admit or even think about. You were basically his partner (cough… in the coworker sense anyways), some skill you retained from someone else that he maneuvered around to make sure you were in sync on jobs together. It had not been his ideal gameplan to take in a human partner, knowing the consequences if he were ever too get too close to you and something were to happen to you (again…), but you’d been like a magnet for him, and he found it so hard to keep you at a distance in case Dante’s teasing started to become real and then the reason why his heart skipped a beat was you. He just couldn’t help himself, the want and need to retain as much humanity as he could beating him out before he was pining just for one glance from you, and he felt so very pathetic the more it went on.

Seriously… it’d taken some time and some soul searching before Dante got to that point too. 

How long had you and Dante known each other? The answer was simple: a long time; a very, long time, and long enough for Dante to realize he’d made the same mistake again that he’d done over and over.

He’d gotten attached to you – you, a human. And not that there was anything wrong with you being a human or humans in general, but there was one glaring topic about humans as a whole to Dante that made him stray away from getting too attached to them. How easy it was for humans to die – their bodies not built the way Dante’s was and subjected to more harm if they were to be hurt in any way. However, Dante had never been a stranger to that as well; Nell Goldstein’s death still weighed heavy within his mind as he could feel his throat constrict from the memory of the fire as he held her body, but every time he downed a glass of amber whiskey sitting at his desk and his eyes strayed towards the beautiful portrait of his mother perched up just in front of him reminded him why he kept humans at arm’s length and kept them safe from a distance.

Too many enemies he’d made… Too many demons around… Having someone special by his side wasn’t ideal, but Dante found himself keeping you around regardless of the gnawing in his gut that something terrible was on the horizon.

It started with a job, one you’d snatched from his hands with a grin as you read out the letter for his ears to hear, then once you’d done that and announced you’d be joining him, that was when he started to feel nauseous – and Dante did not get nauseous. Maybe it was the details in it that had him twirling a strand of his hair around his finger and him bouncing his knee (not his habit at all), or maybe it was just the feelings speaking for him that was muddling his mind, but he pushed them to the side at seeing your excitement for it and let the stutter in his heart take over what his gut was telling him. It paid well too, and that was enough to give you your pay before he paid for any damages and then blew it on junk food, but that still didn’t quell Dante’s nerves for whatever they were telling him. Instead he focused on you at least, entrapped in your smile and the scent of your shampoo to soothe him for the time being.

And perhaps… that had been the issue in itself – he was too distracted.

The job was easy enough as well, almost boring if he was being serious with himself, yet that itch was ever so persistent. He kept his eye on you of course, watching you move nearly flawlessly from the corner of his eyes, multitasking like he usually did before it got too hectic for him to keep you in his line of sight. Hordes of demons were the worst, especially when they liked teleport and had more speed than strength, but you were a good enough demon hunter by yourself so he was normally eager to let you do your own thing – yet, even as he grunted and flipped the Rebellion around in his hands until the blade embedded itself into throat of another, something told him to not look away.

However, even he had to maintain his focus when fighting demons. Especially when he decided to eventually turn his back to despite all the warnings his instincts had been giving him. He was never one to ignore them, but he was also one to keep you as a safe and protected as he could, so he figured if turning his back to you for just a moment to clear the area of what he could to keep them off your back, it was a better alternate and a way to quell the sickness brewing within his gut. Maybe if just a for a moment, he could stop the unease ripping into his throat.

And so, Dante turned his back to you, taking his eyes off of you for just a few moments to clear the path of any heading your way. And he learned that he been another of his greatest mistakes.

Dante hadn’t been looking when it happened, Ebony’s rounds embedded into the skull of one demon as he gutted another with the Rebellion, but something awful cracked in his ears before he heard it – a nasty slick, like flesh being opened unwarranted before the gurgled whimper reached his ears next, then the nausea from before heightened tenfold when he smelt it. Blood… Through all the demonic innards spattered across the pavement, the scent of the forest in the sky, and then the lingering scent of your shampoo, he could smell blood. And it wasn’t just anyone’s blood – it was human blood.

Your blood.

“Shit.”

An understatement of a reaction at best, but Dante was thinking it was only a scratch from a talon too deep making it bleed, and once he’d disposed of them all in an irritated gait full of speed and a raw display of strength before he got to set his sights on you, he realized how big an underreaction it actually had been. You’d still managed to put up a fight against the demon that had attacked you, and through all the blood and the viscera spattered along the ground, Dante’s dread and fear grew to an all time high once he noticed the position of your body and the demon you had managed to kill in the process. And then he understood just why the scent of your blood had been so strong…

The claws had all but shredded through your abdomen enough plunge past your organs and carve out your spine, effectively impaling you – effectively destroying you. The noise he had heard had been the demon attacking you, and you hadn’t even screamed the slightest bit when it happened… but Dante was sure the crack in his ears had been the sound of your spine breaking in half when it’s hand embedded itself way too deep and too hard through you. You were a goner before he even realized it, but Dante was too hard-pressed to get to you as he kicked the corpse of the demon away from you the moment he was near and folded you into his embrace. He was on autopilot for the moment, but the mere seconds later he could feel death’s embrace already begin to chill your skin.

With you cradled in his arms he watched the gurgle of blood spit up from your mouth as you tried to speak, wincing himself at the wet sound from your throat before he tried to reassure you, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright…” It was lies, and even with how fast he was, Dante would never make it in time to get you help… Not with he rate that you were bleeding and the severity of your injury. You were nearly… in half… A feat he could pull himself together from, but not one you could do.

A wet cough spat a round of blood onto his shirt, making him lean back onto the tree behind him as he slid to sit and to make you any more comfortable before you sighed and rolled your head against his chest with slowing breaths. “Dante… I can’t feel my legs.”

Maybe it was then he understood the gravity of the situation, then he felt the sting in his eyes before it was rapidly blinked it away in favor of looking at what he had done head-on. If only he had gotten to you in time… you wouldn’t be bleeding out dying in his arms, looking up at him with a smile that shouldn’t have looked as warm as it felt for his heart. He could only sigh as his heart stuttered in a song of melancholic familiarity, resting his cheek atop your head as he pulled further into his body – almost hoping the heat from his body would give you some type of comfort. “I know.”

You hummed, and surprisingly had enough strength to place your hand over his for your own sense of comfort as you started to speak a little quieter, “I don’t regret anything.”

Your hand was cold, and your heartbeat was slowing down. Dante closed his eyes, savoring the scent of your shampoo and the sound of your heartbeat for one last time. “I know.”

“And it’s not your fault…” He had no answer for that, not trusting himself enough to say the right thing for you in the moment of lasting need, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell you just how wrong you were. Though when he didn’t answer you for a few seconds, you sighed again and the hold you had on his hand slightly loosened as you head began to sag in its spot. It would only be moments before you were gone… However, you had one last parting gift that completely shattered him and his heart and ruined his outlook for the rest of the time he was alive. “Dante, know that I’ve loved you for a long time.”

He couldn’t help the shaky laugh at the confession, heart shattered and mind elated at the same time for the recuperation of his hidden feelings that he had been too late to give. Perhaps it was his bad luck in the end, or maybe he was the universe’s cosmic plaything, because as gratifying as it was to hear that come from you, he couldn’t help but hate himself in the end for it. “How cruel… Leavin’ a man like this.”

Your last breath was wet, ragged, and soft as he heard the smile in your voice before you left him from the presence of one final joke. “You can forgive me… can’t you?”

Always. “…Yeah.”

Your body went lax the moment he said it, the finality in the beat of your heart a sound that would haunt him in his nightmares for the rest of his life as he could only pull you closer and hold you for the first time… and the last. You were human. Maybe it was to be expected, or maybe that’s what he got for getting involved into humans lives instead of keeping them safe from a distance. Death followed him everywhere, no one was safe. Dante only sighed as the sting in his eyes tightened his throat with them, not sure how long he would stay there with you until he was ready to carry you back, before he swore off any more attachments in the future. Not when he’d lost the one person he’d found and loved – and loved him back. Then again, it was his fault… Wasn’t it?

He only looked to the night sky, the stars in their betrayal beautiful before a lone one seemed to die out, taking you and the entirely of Dante’s heart with it.

And I love you too. Always.

[godmadeaterribleerror]

Chapter 14 - Inside and Out

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Author's Note: We're about to go crazy.

Chapter title from Frankenstien by Rina Sawayama

Word Count: 8.1k

Chapter Summary/Warnings: You go back to your place, and start to make a choice. Usual warnings, slight emphasis on mental health/emotional abuse.

Tags: Bucky Barnes/Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff

Chapter 13 - Chapter 15

Read on A03!

You didn’t want to leave. 

Happy had gotten all of your security together—although it wouldn’t matter if Miles got his way, which he usually did—and you had to go back to your apartment. 

It’s so big. So needlessly cold and big. And you’ve always liked it for the view, but suddenly you just feel like you’re being suspended over the world, never allowed to rest down somewhere soft.

And you’d been given that, for a few nights. Bucky’s place had been small, and a little bare, but it also hadn’t been lonely. You hadn’t gotten as much work done, but he’d been right about that. No one had died. And the pain hadn’t eased, with the rest, but it hadn’t worsened either. It had simply become on almost low, constant hum up your spine as the Mist rioted. And you’d still wake up with your lungs being ground to dust and sweat on your brow, but then you’d stumble to the bathroom and strong arms would catch you halfway there, helping you settle onto the ground and holding your hair out of your face. 

Miles never did that. You’d be vomiting in the bathroom after the longer and darker nights, a different type of pain in your body—bigger and hollower and made of you, this is your fault, fucking waste of space—and Miles would pretended he couldn’t hear you.

Although people don’t normally aid the pain they cause. 

Bucky would never do that. Hurt you like that. At all. You have evidence for it now, and it’s not helping anything. He cares, and you can know it, but it doesn’t matter. If Miles tugs on your leash, you’ll have to follow. 

But you want to stay. And be cared for.

It’s pathetic.

You don’t need it. You don’t. You’ve survived the bond your whole life, and you saved yourself from your past, and you don’t need Bucky. Making someone else care for you has never ended in your favor, because they couldn’t. Your parents are gone, and all your partners saw you as a good, shiny little investment, and you don’t know if Miles ever cared for you, or if he’d simply seen how malignant you were from the start and decided to put you down.

But Bucky had seen you too.

And he cares.

For you.

It’s a little easier to be you when he’s there, and you’re not forcing yourself to stifle or strange anything for the sake of the Show. It’s nice to fall apart and not worry you’re going to be thrown onto the street for it. It’s good to be known, and reassured, and not feel like you’re committing a hedonistic and foul crime for it. 

You don’t need this.

But fuck, it feels good.

And you don’t want to go back to your apartment. To looking at the cameras and wondering if anyone is watching you. If you’re going to be saved from this high, barbed tower that you can’t stop building, or if you’ll just have to keep going up and up and up until you either tumble down, or walk straight into the Sun. 

You don’t think Bucky’s been checking them. The cameras. There are odd, lingering elements of him being from the 40s, and while one of them isn’t modestly, it’s something close to it.

Chivalry.

That’s why he always opens the door for you. While when you’d changed at his place—in the bathroom, behind two closed doors—he’d always be keeping his back to you until you returned to the living room. You got to choose dinner, and TV, and he’d always carry you to bed instead of just letting you sleep on the couch.

“I know you’re fakin’.” He’d muttered in your ear on the second night, and you hadn’t been able to stop your eyes from flying open. “There she is-“

“Shut up.” You’d grumbled, rolling slightly until your face was pressed to Bucky’s chest.

It wasn’t cheating. And Miles wasn’t a hound dog. He wouldn’tsmell Bucky on you. By the time he got back, this would just be a memory you’d buried in your arteries, to be dug up on lonelier nights and make you feel more alive. And Bucky hadn’t protested. He’d only held you a little tighter.

It hadn’t helped the slowly growing and spreading feelings. It was starting to bloom in your intestines. 

Dangerous. 

But Bucky had laughed, and you couldn’t really be fucked to try and stop it.

“And there’s the smart mouth. And it’s a good try, but I’m not sleepin’ on the bed.”

“But it’s your bed.”

“And you’re my guest, and the one bein’ body guarded. You get the bed. End of discussion.”

You’d sighed, grumbling against his body. “This is an abuse of power.”

Bucky had chucked, and it had vibrated in his chest, dislodging something that sent a new wave of the Mist flooding through your body.

It had clouded over your head and drowned out most of the world, almost knocking you out with the sheer force of it.

Bucky’s words had still made it through.

“We both know I don’t have any real power here, Butterfly.”

You don’t know if you’d responded. 

You do know that he’d been wrong. So incredibly wrong. Bucky cared, and you trusted him, and he was the only person you’d met who didn’t try to grab you and hold you down like your parents, run faster than you like Tony, or allowed you to roam with watchful eyes like Sam. 

Bucky just matched you, step for step, bite for bite, grin for grin. And he had power, because you wanted him to know you, and stay. 

He could break you, you think. If he looked through all your stained glass and folded tapestries, all the way down to that winged, loud, beaten-down core, and decided you weren’t worth it. You’d survived worse. 

You really don’t want to find out if you could survive that.

And you hadn’t wanted to be his guest. You wanted this to, maybe, be it. Everything. And Bucky would sleep at your side and be there when you woke up, just like in your dreams, and maybe the bond would kill you, but you’ve died before.  

You think you’ve died before. 

You’ve been having a lot of really, really strange dreams. 

There’s no one left in the world but you, and the flowers. Blooming through the ash as it turns back to air, then to dirt, then to soil, and everything starts to grow once more.

Everything but you. Wandering this prison alone. 

It’s one you created. And there’s no life left but you, but it will return. Everything will recover, and maybe civilizations will be built once more, and you will become nothing more than a ghost story. A lonely phantom at the edges of the universe, more alive than anyone else, except where it counts. 

They’ll give warnings about you. Whatever evolves into the next dominate form of life will tell tales about the strange looking girl that all the shadows move towards, how the wind is haunted by Her tears, and how She never moves from Her place. How they should dread the day She does, for everything will feel it when Her grief becomes too much to bear once more. 

Then it won’t matter, for them. They’ll all be ash, just like those before them, and you’ll sit here another million years.

Barely more than a stature with a heartbeat, although your heart is buried in the dirt, blooming with moonflowers and never holding you again. 

You wake up from this one with only blood-burning pain and the Boy, nudging your face with his nose and curling on your chest when you start to pet him. 

You’re back in your apartment. In the big bed you hate sleeping in, with the longest shadows creeping over the mattress and under your skin until dawn breaks the sky. 

You’re starting to worry about the dreams more. How they’re getting more and more vivid, and echoing in the world around you, and how—the more they come—the more pain there is in your body. But you can’t tell anyone. It would involve talking about how fast the bond is fraying and snapping, even when Miles has barely been gone a week. 

And Miles wouldn’t care. You can’t even get him on the phone to help with the bond. 

And you know you can’t tell Bucky. He would try to do something about it. You’re sure of that now.  

He cares, and he’d try to free you, and it would end horribly.

“Listen.” He’d said the morning you were heading back, and you hadn’t missed the way he’d angled himself over you at the table, as if he was trying to give himself more authority.

It had been kind of adorable. For him to think he didn’t need to just use the commanding voice and eyes, and you wouldn’t feel like some sort of hazy spell had been cast over your body. 

“Are you listening-“

“I’m listening.” You’d crossed your legs under your body, raising your brows. “You need to talk, though.”

He’d rolled his eyes, but pressed on. “Alright, smartass. You need to listen-“

“I just said-“

“All the time.” Bucky had snapped, narrowing his eyes. “Not just now. I know we’re past our deal of how this works, but I’m fuckin’ serious. If I tell you not to do somethin’ for your safety, you listen. And if you’ve got a problem with it, you use that mouth of yours to tell me. We’re a team. Stop tryin’ to do everything by yourself.”

“I- I’m-“ Your heartbeat had been in your ears, and it hadn’t been the pain. It had been Bucky’s glare, driving right into you with care. He cared. For some fucking reason, Bucky really cared, and his jawline was really sharp when he glowered, and his eyes were so blue and focused on you and-

He’s looking at you again. The way only Bucky’s ever looked at you, where he can see right into you and find nothing but beauty in it. There’s nothing to be said. Nothing that needs to be said. Your breathing is shallow and the world is spinning, but when you stumble, Bucky catches you and doesn’t let go. There’s a sound like a drum building in your ears. A feeling like you’re being frozen and burned alive all at once, and it’s coating your skin like poison, but Bucky just keeps holding you. You could hurt him. He knows you could hurt him. And there’s nothing to stop you, but he’s still just holding you, and he needs to let go-

You must say that aloud, because Bucky shakes his head, and only holds you tighter.

“I’m keepin’ you, Butterfly.” He picks you a little up off the ground, and you drop your brow to his shoulder without thought. “I know, sweet girl. I’ve got you.”

The vision had faded back into nothing, Bucky had grunted your name, and you’d nodded nervously. 

“Okay. I- I’ll stop pushing it-“

“No, that’s not-“ Bucky had sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t care that you’re pushin’ it. I know you’re going to push it, kid. Just stop trying to push it without me. I meant it.” He’d leaned forward, his features neutral but nostrils flaring slightly —you still didn’t know what that Look meant—and held your wide-eyed gaze. “You’re important. And I’m not letting anything happen to you. So stop trying to test that.”

You’d swallowed and nodded, a small fear in your chest that if you spoke, you’d tell him. The truth. All of the truth. About the bond and Miles and how you’d like some help there too, please.

That was too much to ask. That wasn’t something a friend asked of another friend.

Although the lines between what friends did and didn’t do was becoming blurred.

The week continues to pass, and Bucky’s boots are living next to your door. 

You don’t know if he misses you too, when you’re not there. You know you miss him. You know that when he parks in the garage after work, and you both stare at each other for an impossibly long moment, there’s always a fear in your body that he’ll just go, and you’ll spend the rest of the night alone.

But he doesn’t go. 

For three nights in a row, he’s helped you out of the car, rolled his eyes as you hummed what a gentleman, and followed you upstairs.

He might just be trying to keep an eye on you.  

If he is, you can’t really bring yourself to be mad about it. 

It means that Bucky, at the end of it, just cares. Enough to make you go to bed the moment you yawn. To not snap at you when you talk over the TV, looking at you with a vague amusement and small grin on his face, his arm over the back of the couch and his own comments short and dry and easy.

Having Bucky here is so easy. 

He’s slotted himself into your life with an impossible ease, and now you can’t imagine him being anywhere else. Next to you, holding your hair back, driving you up the wall in a way that makes you feel—for the first time you can remember—comfortably alive.

“No.” Bucky grabs your laptop from your hands before it’s even fully out of your bag, holding it high over your head with the vibranium arm. “You’re takin’ the night off, kid.”

You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest and raising your chin. “You’re not my boss, Buck. Give me back my computer.”

“You can have it if you can take it.”

“I- You fucking asshole-“

“I know.” He grins down at you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Give it a shot.”

There’s no way you can physically take it from him. He’s a super solider, and you’ve been getting lightheaded when you stand up. 

He’s smirking. He knows that. 

“Asshole.”

“You already said that.”

“I’m saying it again.” You stick your tongue out at him, holding your ground. “What can you possibly be gaining from this, James? Do you feel like a big man, keeping my computer hostage?”

He just laughs. “Yeah, I do. You were going to type it to death, I’m doin’ it a favor.”

First plan of attack, a failure. “You suck.”

“I’ve also heard I’m an asshole.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The Mist rushes you, and suddenly you’re swaying slightly on your feet. 

Bucky catches you. He always catches you. And when the dark spots over your vision clear he’s frowning down at you in his arms, the laptop moved somewhere you can’t see as the vibranium hand brushes hair from your eyes. 

“You alright?” Bucky mutters your name, and your fingers curl in his neck. 

You’re alright. Bucky’s got you. 

He’s got you. He’s always got you. 

There’s something worse than Hell roaring for you in the ash, but Bucky’s got you. 

And nothing is going to hurt either of you again.

Something is happening to you. Something with the Mist, and Bucky, and so much pain that’s never going to stop.

“This.” Bucky mutters your name, so soft you’re not sure if you’re supposed to hear. “This is why you need to slow down. You’re gonna burn yourself out.”

You won’t. You’ve moved faster and faster for far longer and through more pain. 

But now it’s Bucky asking you to rest. With him. 

So you can only nod, and hum an okay.

“Good girl.” He mutters, helping you fully to your feet, and that’s not helping anything. 

Now all you can imagine doing is jump onto him and seeing how he’ll catch you then. If he’ll receive the building pressure between your thighs, every time bare skin brushes yours or he smiles at you from his eyes. 

He keeps smiling at you from his eyes.

“If I gotta take a night off, you do too.” He drawls, herding you to the couch. “But, in case you’re thinkin’ of being a brat, I brought you shit.”

“You-“ It takes a second to compose yourself. You think Bucky might be trying to kill you. “Are you trying to bribe me, Sargent Barnes?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not very ethical.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He gives you a flat look, dropping down to fumble through his backpack. “You want your bribes or not?”

You swallow, and give him a small nod. “Yes, please.”

“Sit.” 

He’s using the voice, but you don’t think he even knows there is a voice. His eyes even flash with slight surprise when you listen immediately, and his nod is slow. 

“Alright.” Bucky draws back up from his bag, his hands set behind his face. “First, for the Boy.”

“For the-“ You squeak as Bucky tosses you a small bag. “Oh.”

Cat treats. 

Bucky bought you cat treats.

And that shouldn’t be making a small lump form in your throat, but it is. He bought you cat treats. The same cat treats you’d been giving the Boy, when you’d been at his place. He’d noticed what treats you bought, and he’d gotten them for the Boy, and this isn’t fair. It would be so nice to make this permanent, but it won’t be, and you’d love for Bucky to be yours for a long time—maybe until that end of world you’ve been dreaming about—but he can’t be.

“Shit, I- Are you-“

“I’m good.” You whisper, offering him a small smile. “I’m really good, Buck. Thank you.”

He blinks at you, a small frown on his lips and his stance a little more tense than usual, but he still nods slowly.

“Yeah. That’s- alright. You want the other thing?”

You nod—words don’t seem wise right now—and Bucky clears his throat.

“I know you said this a while ago, and you mighta been jokin’, but I figured best to give it a shot. So, uh- Here.”

Bucky holds out a small stack of papers, and you frown up at him. “I have paper, Buck. You got me paper.”

“This isn’t paper. It’s got words.”

“It’s-“ You lean forward, and it does indeed have words. 

Not typed, though. Written in a tight, neat script, signed JBB at the top. 

“Bucky?” You glance up, and find him shuffling awkwardly on his feet. “Is this a book report?”

“Yeah. I- You said I could know the Boy’s real name. If I did the book report.”

“Oh.” You didn’t think he’d actually do it.

There’s no way is hell you’re going to be able to not tell him now.

“Do you want me to… go get him?” You ask, fighting a smile at Bucky’s confused expression. “The Boy. For the big name reveal.”

Bucky’s nostrils flare, his voice suddenly a little hoarse. “You’re gonna tell me?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” You give him a mock-offended expression. “I’m wounded you’d think I’d lie.”

His lips twitch. “Yeah. Don’t know where I ever woulda gotten that idea.”

“I know.” You give a full, unrestrained smile, and you really don’t care if he sees you anymore.

You want him to.

“Are you ready?”

“Born it, Butterfly. You want me to guess, first?”

“No, you won’t get it.”

“You’ve got so much faith in me, sweetheart-“

“Shut up. It’s Behemoth.”

Bucky blinks at you. “Beeheemot.”

“Beh-heh-mot.” You correct, and as if he was summoned, the Boy jumps right up to your lap. “It’s a biblical sea monster. Just like you.”

You boop the Boy’s nose, he blinks at you slowly, and Bucky clears his throat. He’s staring at you, an odd, heavy Look—maybe confusion, although he’s not blinking enough—written over his face, and you frown.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, uh-“ He coughs, shaking his head slightly. “Just not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

“Not sure.” He’s still making a strange face. “How’d- Uh- How’d you come up with that?”

“I dunno.” You shrug. “Read it somewhere, I guess. Don’t really remember.”

“Huh.”

You nod absentmindedly, the Boy nudging your hand with his nose. “Yeah, it’s um- It’s one of those glossy memories I was talking about. I- I just try not to think about them-“

“You don’t have to,” Bucky mutters, dropping onto the couch at your side. “Just an odd name. But,” he gives you a small grin, and it’s still from his eyes. “You’re kind of an odd person.”

You smile at him. “You’re an odd person too, Sargent Barnes.”

“It’s the metal arm, isn’t it.”

“No.” You hum, scratching behind the Boy’s ear, and Bucky sighs.

“You’re gonna make me guess, aren’t you.”

“Maybe.” You throw him an open, teasing look. “You gonna tell me why I’m odd.”

“You wanna know?”

You shrug, holding his gaze, and Bucky leans forward.

Far forward.

His knee is bumping yours, and it’s a little mind numbing, and suddenly nowhere in the worlds exists outside of Bucky, and his deep, amused voice. 

“I think you’re odd.” He drawls your name, holding your gaze. “Because you’re mean, and the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

“I- Oh.”

“Never seen someone be so mouthy and sweet all at once,” he hums, and it’s good you’re already sitting down. “It’s fucking captivating, Butterfly. Didn’t understand why everyone loves you at first, but now I do. You’ve got some sort of spell. Doesn’t make any sense otherwise.”

Your voice is small, when you respond. “Everyone doesn’t love me, James-“

“Yeah, they do.” 

“No-“

“Only people that don’t are the suits, and they don’t love you cause they know you’re better than they are. Everyone else? You’ve got them hooked.”

You can only stare at him. People don’t love you. They tolerate you, because they haveto. Because you’re the boss or the toy or the charity case. The too alive girl that’s eating Herself in the corner, and is best left alone or She’ll eat you too. 

But Bucky’s saying it like it’s a fact. A given. 

And the Mist is going to split your nerves apart.

“Why am I odd? C’mon, I showed you mine-“

“I like you.” 

Bucky blinks, frowning slightly, but you push on before he can speak. 

“I- I don’t like a lot of people. Not really. Not to talk to, or hang out with, or-“ You swallow, shaking your head. “I just prefer being alone. Easier. But I- I don’t want to be alone, if talking to you is an option.”

And that’s dangerous. Is what you should add. I can do things no one person should be able to do, and it’s all under the control of a vile man I can never escape, so you should run before I hurt you more than you’ve already been hurt. More than you deserve. Please run, Bucky, now. 

He doesn’t run. He just stares at you, and whatever spell he was talking about, you’re the one under it. Bucky’s holding your gaze, and you’re like a fly in a trap. You’re not going to be the one to move. You can’t be.

You’ll do something really, really stupid if you’re the one to move. 

Maybe it’s good, the door flies open when it does. That you kick into the show based on pure instinct and scramble back across the couch, because no one else walks with those stomping steps and barges in without knocking. Like they own the place.

And they don’t. You do.

But it’s Miles. 

So that schematic doesn’t matter at all. 

“Honey, go put on the red dress, we’re going-“ Miles freezes when he sees you.

With Bucky.

And freezes is the wrong word. He goes still. Like a fucking predator.

Bucky doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t know he should. That with one word from Miles, you might be turned into a cruel, unforgiving animal. 

He has no way to know. You haven’t warned him. 

“Barnes.” Miles says, his voice cool, and your blood shivers when his attention turns to you. “What’s the sidekick doing here.”

Bucky shifts in your periphery. “I was-“

“Didn’t ask you, buddy.” Miles snaps, not looking away from you. “What’s he doing.”

“I- We’ve been getting some extra threats at the office,” you whisper. A half-truth is better—and safer—than a lie. “Sam asked him to do a sweep of our apartment. To make sure we’re safe-“

Miles snorts at that. “Tell Wilson to keep that shit to himself.”

Bucky tenses, but you know Miles’ dismissal isn’t for the reason he’s thinking. It’s not that Miles doesn’t care if you live or die—he does, though mostly because you’re a good asset—it’s that he knows if someone were to try and hurt you, at least while he was here, they’d be the one in danger. 

How you’ll fare on your own doesn’t seem to occur to him though, as he stomps across the carpet and you keep your eyes fixed on his shoes.

“We’re going out.” He snaps your name, and you keep your head bowed. “Go put on that dress. I got a party I need you at. And you,” his voice turns venomous, and you know he’s looking at Bucky. “Get out of my apartment.”

Bucky doesn’t move. And you can feel his gaze on yours, giving you a silent permission he doesn’t understand the weight of. If you ask him to stay, he will.

You can’t ask him to stay. It will get him hurt. You don’t care about the punishment that will follow as well—Miles either abusing the bond until you’re worn thin, or neglecting it until you’re too weak to get out of bed—but you care what will happen to Bucky, if you’re to selfish, and beg him to stay.

To save you.

And in all those stories with happy endings, where the Princess gets saved from the dragon, the Princess and the Dragon are never the same. She’s never asking to be saved from the chain she wrapped around her neck, that painted itself as blanket, then wound itself a little too tight. 

Bucky can’t save you. But by just standing and walking to your room—the Boy squeaking and following after you—you’re saving him. 

And you need to find a way to tell him that. Somewhere no one else will hurt either of you, where you’ll explain it and beg on your knees for him to do nothing. But he can’t think you’re just walking away. You never want to walk away. Not from Bucky. He’s slowly becoming the best place in the world to be, and you’re not strong enough to fight that anymore.

So you’ll tell him. 

Somehow, you’ll figure out how to tell him everything. If he sees this pathetic, weak part of you and somehow stays. 

He might not stat. Not after this. He might be angry for how you just let Miles kick him out, and you won’t be friends anymore. 

And you have bigger things to worry about than if Bucky will still like you. But that doesn’t stop the thought from looping in your head, over and over, until you’re certain you’ll have driven yourself insane by the end of the night.

“Why was he on the couch,” Miles spits your name as he stomps into the room, and you flinch slightly. 

You messed up your eyeliner. 

Now you have to start over, or the entire Show will fall apart.

“I was being polite.” You don’t look away from the mirror as you scrub everything off, and then go a little further. Until your skin is stinging and red. “He finished the sweep, and it felt rude to kick him out-“

“I don’t give a fuck what’s rude.” Miles is standing behind you. His hand has found its way to hold your waist, and you have to give him a sweet smile.

It looks wrong on your face. Like it’s more rotting than really, truly sweet. Like opening the core of an apple to find it filled with worms.

But Miles doesn’t seem to think anything is wrong.

So you’re playing your role well.

“Next time that ass shit tries to make a move on you, say no.”

The flush rising up your cheek is, for once, genuine. “I- He wasn’t-“

“Don’t be stupid.” Miles rolls his eyes, squeezing your hip. “I know men, honey. He wants to get into your pants.”

No, he doesn’t. You would have noticed if he did. 

You would have. 

You’re not sure what Bucky wanting you would look like, but you’d be able to figure it out. You think you’d be able to figure it out. He may stare at you all the time, but he stares at everyone. He always drawls your name, but he drawls everything. It’s the Brooklyn accent. And it slips out when he’s comfortable, so-

Comfortable.

Bucky’s comfortable with you. 

That doesn’t mean anything. 

But it could.

And you’re lucky Miles never really looks at you deeper than the surface. Otherwise he might have seen that tiny break in the show, and it would have ended in a locked bathroom door and a lot more makeup.

“I bet he made the threat himself.” Miles is muttering, changing out of his blood-red tie into a different blood-red tie. “Just to have an excuse to push his way into you. Grab the damsel then bend her over the couch.”

Bucky hadn’t bended you over any couch. He’d carried you to bed, then held your hand. 

You’re not allowed to do anything but focus on your mascara.

“You know, this is exactly fucking why you should quit that stupid fucking Stark job and move with me. I’d be able to keep an eye on you, and Barnes would never know where the hell you went. Would leave you the fuck alone, keep his grimy metal hands off my shit-“

Your hands are shaking slightly. 

Deep breaths. Swallow the vomit, and take deep breaths. You can’t slip a second time.

“Hogan’s been fucking avoiding me. I’ll track the dipshit down. Just because he was in Stark’s circle doesn’t mean he gets to ignore me, and Stark’s fucking dead-“

Shit. 

There’s a stain of mascara on your upper cheekbone. If you’re careful, you can turn it into a beauty mark. 

“Do my tie.”

That’s an order. And it’s not a pull on the bond, but you still can’t disobey. It’s not like you’ve never done Miles’ tie before. You know exactly how to force your fingers to be steady, and keep yourself small and meek as you stand before him. When you’re done, you’ll take a step back and keep your eyes on the ground until Miles approves your own outfit, and then the real show begins. 

It's a tightrope. You belong to Miles, but you’re not the creature he’s beaten into submission. You’ve chosen to latch to his side, and there will be crude things said behind your back—questions of how wide your legs can spread to fit Miles and Tony, jokes about you being a secret dominatrix behind closed doors that Miles can’t be allowed to hear—but you’re okay with them. They certainly don’t sting a layer deeper than anyone can ever see, and any hitch in your breath is from public arousal rather than fear. 

Miles keeps himself around you because you’ve asked him to. Because you like the sensation of his body—always so strangely white-hot, feeling more like stone than flesh—over yours. And you only smile at him pathetically because you are, always, just a lovesick little girl. 

“How’d you manage to put a leash on the Cattle Prod, Toper?”

Miles laughs, and you keep your smile plastered on your face. 

It’s funny. You’re too ditzy to understand how it’s funny, but you’re still supposed to be aware that it’s funny. The Show means that you just keep fucking smiling, and when Miles’ hand wanders down to squeeze your ass in front of all these other suits, you like it. 

No bile can make it past your throat. No pain can do more than fog your vision and cause your head to spin. 

You just giggle like some silly idiot, and flutter your eyes up at Miles as he spares you less than a glance.

“You just need a whip, Johnson.” Another squeeze of your ass. Keep fucking smiling. “You got the right one, then they just come back begging you for more. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Hm?” You bat your eyelashes—too long, and little sticky on your face—up at Miles, and he laughs.

You nailed your line.

You just have to keep getting through the night. 

And these parties are almost always the exact fucking same, so you’ve had practice. Stay at Miles’ side like he’s glued you there. Never look him or anyone else in the eye, or they’ll take it as an invitation. Keep walking that line of sweet, small little bunny for Miles and lustful, whoring bitch without stumbling, or everything will fall to the ground. If someone asks you about the Foundation, don’t answer unless Miles repeats the question. If you need to go to the bathroom—for any reason—hold it. Eat and drink whatever is handed to you. Never say no, or there will be consequences, but don’t do anything where people think you might say yes. 

Miles says if men think you’ll say yes, they’ll ask. And in your experience, he’s not wrong. 

But Bucky doesn’t do that. 

He’ll ask when he knows you’re going to say no. He holds your gaze and stays a pace behind you all the time, letting you lead the way then grabbing you whenever you stumble.

Catching you.

Bucky always catches you, and he lets you talk all you want, and if you need to go the bathroom he waits at the door until you’re done. 

And when you no, he may push it, but he still respects it. No cameras until you say so. No questions about your past until you’re volunteering the information. No days off until you’re crashing and burning, and he’s fucking catching you.

He’d hate this as much as you do. He’s hate all the suits and their over-postering, and mutter in your ear that it’s not even proper posture. That in the military the shoulders go back, and the chest puffs out naturally. If you’re puffing out the chest on its own, you’re doing damage. 

Bucky would agree that the food was shit. Tiny portions that taste like either nothing, or shit. Not a single bit of flavor or spice to be found. 

And you’d tell him that Sargent Oatmeal isn’t allowed to grumble about flavor, and he’d say that he’s earned it. And all these assholes are babies compared to him. There’s no spice because they couldn’t handle it.

You’d agree with that. Miles can’t handle spice. He refused to even touch it.

And all these assholes are babies, compared to Bucky. Throwing tantrum about their money and trying to show off their shiny toys. 

Bucky would stand with you silently in the corner. No forced conversation with strangers who might want something from you.

It could just be you and Bucky, in the dark, talking about whatever you wanted. 

But Miles wants you to meet someone. And it’s not useful to compare them, but that doesn’t stop you. Bucky’s hand wouldn’t feel like an intrusion on your body, and he’d be guiding you rather than pushing you. It would be easier to keep your pace in these too-high heels, because Bucky would match your pace. 

And he wouldn’t shove you out onto the roof without a jacket-

The roof.

Why the fuck are you on the roof.

“Miles.” You whisper, and your voice possible lost to the wind. “I- I’m not-“

“Quiet.” He grunts, his voice in your ear crawling over your very bones. “We’ve got some business to take care of, honey. The more you behave, the sooner we go back to the party.”

You bite on your inner cheek, and nod. You should have fucking known. It’s never just a party. It’s a place for Miles to remind you of your place. Remind you that you’re his attack bitch, and it’s only when you remember it that everything can be easy. If you don’t fight your leash, and don’t bite his hand, then that’s it. You do go back inside, and he’ll leave soon, and the pain gets to lessens as the edge from the bond is removed. 

But the pain has been so much worse. The bond has been fraying too fast, and there’s always another party, and your leash has always felt like more of a noose. 

It doesn’t matter. 

You always have too much to lose. And you’re always still just the vicious, ugly, bitch. 

So you bow your head, and close your mouth. 

There’s a small, weedy man pacing back and forth. He’s positioned himself away from the edge of the building—he must have heard, for somewhere, that Miles Toper doesn’t do clean business—but it won’t matter. 

You’re the real danger here. 

“Listen, Toper, I-“ The man cuts himself off, his eyes widening on you. “Who the hell is this? You said we’d be meeting alone.”

“We are meeting alone.” Miles sighs. He’s keeping you in front of him. 

A shield.

“I don’t know if you’re blind or stupid, but there’s a fucking lady-“

“This is my girlfriend, Eric. And don’t worry, she’s just a pretty face.”

You’re not a pretty face. There’s something hideous ripping its way up your spine in anticipation. It knows what’s coming, just as you do. Just like Miles does.

Poor Eric hasn’t quite caught on yet.

“She might say something, Toper-“

Miles laughs. “No, she won’t. She doesn’t bark, isn’t that right, honey.”

You keep your smile wide and sweet, even if it’s all full lips and no teeth. You’re not supposed to have teeth yet. Not until Miles orders them out. 

“See?” Miles drawls. “Isn’t she pretty?”

Eric shakes his head. “Man, I just- I want to get this over with-“

“Tell her she’s pretty.” Miles repeats, and you don’t have to look back to see the sneer on his face.

“You- You’re very pretty, miss-“

“Say thank you,” Miles says in your ear, and you can’t fall over from the dizzying fucking pain. It’s everywhere, and it’s biting at all the nerves over your skull and driving like an ice pick into your brain. 

“Thank you.” You whisper, and Miles chuckles. 

“See? We can all have civil conversations, can’t we? Have you given my offer anymore thought, Eric?”

“I- I can’t- You’re asking for more than I can afford-“

Miles scoffs. “You’ll be able to afford it. Everyone can afford it-“

“I can’t-“

“Even you’re not that bankrupt.” Miles snaps, and Eric flinches. “And you’re desperate. I know you’re desperate. And I’ll be able to take care of everything, if you’d just fucking sign you human ballsack.” 

Eric swallows, and—in a feat of bravery you don’t think the man knows he’s doing—stands a little taller, and shakes his head. “No. I won’t.”

Miles sighs, but you know he expected this. 

He wouldn’t have brought you if he didn’t. 

And he says your name, his grip bruising on your arm, and you just have to keep fucking smiling. “Make him understand.”

You nod, and it’s right at the edge of your fingertip, trying to sear its way into the air. If you don’t let it out, it will turn in and kill you. 

But still, even as you look Eric right in the eye and he sees it—you, the last part of you, the hateful and dark and bloodied part that even Bucky hasn’t been able to find—you mouth I’m sorry. 

You truly are. 

This is going to hurt you, too. 

Eric’s mind is made of files. It’s neat, and cold, and mostly empty. From in here, he seems like a lonely, boring little man. 

But as you wander the halls—god, it’s annoying when people are halls, but it’s better than the mazes—all the brightest bits of him are blinding. He has a son, and the kid has the same bump on their forehead that your little brother Tommy always used to get. The one that means they move too fast and always get right back up, before sporting the lumping bruise like it’s a badge of honor. Eric has a dog, too. And it’s a loyal little thing that, in all the files you can open and find, is always trailing after him and wagging its tail. 

He thinks mostly in fear. In what ifs. What if he’d gone to a different collage. What if he’d moved away from home. What if he hadn’t run that night, what if he’d been braver and said how he felt. But it’s quiet. The fear of a man who’s already accepted it’s all he’ll be. 

It’s even more impressive that he told Miles no.

And even more tragic that it doesn’t matter.

God, you don’t want to do this. He volunteers at soup kitchens and eats from the same Greek restaurant every Friday night, because he has a crush on the owner. And he knits, and he’s shit at it, but he still does it because it makes him happy. 

Miles said you had to make him understand, though. He’d shoved you in here, and now if you don’t, you’ll die. And your brother won’t have anyone, and the Boy will be put out on the street because Miles hates him. You may deserve this fate, but they don’t. You’re here for them. For anyone but yourself. 

It’s easier to do this quick. To do as you’re told, and get out.

Eric’s center is a big, white room with a lot of faded images pinned neatly on a corkboard. You place your palm flat on the floor, and whisper into the soupy torment of this poor, sad man.

“Be more open. Be more careful. Be a little selfish, and do as he asks.”

You fly back out, you’re on the floor. Miles hadn’t caught you, when you’d gone under. You wish you knew how to do it without going into a mind—your mother said you’d been able to do that before, but the secret of how is gone with her—but you don’t hate how you can’t see it happen. The only visible aftereffects on Eric are the scratch marks on his face and the clump of hair in hands. 

It would be nice to make it not hurt, too. But at least you don’t have to hear them scream. 

And Eric’s not a strong enough man to fight what you did. His eyes open slowly, a cautious, but curious expression on his face, and Miles grins.

It’s such an ugly fucking smile. It’s like a shark. Sharp, white teeth, and a dead look in his eyes right before he swallows his prey whole. 

Miles says your name, and doesn’t even spare you a glance. “Go inside. I’ll get you when I’m done.”

You nod, and stumble away. Back into the glittering lights and stifling air that’s too hot and too cold. 

The pain should be gone, now. You used your power, and the bond should be like an iron chain, and you should be better.

You’re not. The Mist is back, and it’s churning in your gut and making your throat ache, and why the fuck isn’t the pain gone. It should be gone.

There’s an open bar. Miles might be a while, and even if he’s not and you get in trouble for drinking, there’s nothing he’ll do to you that you don’t fucking deserve. 

The first whiskey burns, but not more than the pain, and not enough to numb it. So you take another. And another. And a woman with lipstick that’s a really ugly shade of red comes up to you and ask for your name, and you’re not sure if you tell her. Then another man puts his hand on your waist, and you stumble away to a dark corner of the room. 

A waiter finds you there. Offers you champagne on a fancy silver tray.

It still hurts. You just want it not to hurt.

You take the glass. 

And the fourth whiskey shot. And the vodka shot. And Miles is taking forever, and you just want to go home but you’re not allowed to yet, so when another woman with curly hair in the bathroom offers you some absinthe, you take that too.

The room is spinning with light like a disco ball. The Show isn’t dropping yet. It has to keep going, until you crash and crash and crash. 

You’re getting closer. 

You’re never quite there yet. 

Someone grabs your wrist, and you smile at them. The Show doesn’t let you say no.

It’s a strange, older looking man. Broad. A worn face and heavy features, scanning over you with his brow furrows. His skin is clammy on yours, and his eyes are beady, and the whiskers of his beard look like they’re trying to fall off his face. 

“You.” He whispers, scanning over your face. “Are so beautiful, Левиафан.”

“Левиафан.” Another man is standing over you. This one is wearing gloves. 

That must be your fault. 

You must have touched something, or someone, and now they’re trying to put it back together. This man doesn’t want to be broken too. 

“Tree.” He nods to the sapling in front of you. “Kill it.”

You don’t want to. But if you don’t, they won’t let anyone visit you. 

People barely visit you at all. 

You still don’t think you can stand to keep being alone. 

Your fingers rest on the weaker bark, and you’re never sure how to do this. It’s just a hum under your skin, cool and soft and turning all the time, and if you can weave it into something beautiful in your head, then-

It happens suddenly. A leaf twitches. Then a second leaf sprouts out. 

Then the tree shoots up. The trunk grows thick, and the ground shakes as roots break through the concrete floor, and the man is shouting for you to stop but you don’t know how. Everything is just waxing and turning in your body and grabbing it back down would hurt so fucking much, and-

Something releases into the air with a hiss, and white smoke clouds your vision, before it all goes dark. 

When the vision clears, you’re stranded. In the middle of the crowded room, with hundreds of people who are better than you—who have never felt all this fucking pain—blurring around you and never once sparing you more than an odd glance. 

The man is gone. 

And nobody can fucking see it. See how you’re going to bend, going to bow, going to fall to your knees under the weight of this and never be able to get the fuck back up. They’re all moving so fast, but still too slow, and you want to scream but your voice is stuck to the walls of your fucking throat and- 

Your knees are weak. And you can’t tell if it’s the drinks that are making your every step unsteady, or the way you’re so lightheaded you’re sure you’re going to be pushed violently down, but your balance is off. You’re bumping into sharp corners, and you’re going to fall-

The door of the coatroom slams behind you, and your fingers fumble for the lock.

There’s a click. 

And you stumble back, and sink down to the floor with a hand over your mouth. 

It hurts. Everything hurts, and you’re cold and alone and trapped. 

You want to be saved, but you can’t even stand or call out. And you certainly don’t deserve it. 

You’ll have to drag the Show back together. Just enough to get home and collapse like this on bathroom floor. Maybe, if Miles leaves right after of passes out, you’ll be able to call Bucky.

Maybe he’ll pick up.

Maybe if you ask him to save you, he will. Maybe if you tell him what you are, he somehow won’t hate you. Won’t finally see just how fucking evil you are. 

It doesn’t matter right now. Not much does.

You certainly don’t. 

Right now, you stay huddled on the floor of the dark room, alone and all too much, and try to pretend you’re not in pain. 

It’s getting so hard. 

But you have to. Until you tell Bucky—and only if he decides to stay—you have to. 

If you fall down alone again, you’re not sure you’re going to get back up. 

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[bizarrelovetriangel]

restless nights.

you get into an argument and they become restless without you by their side.

angst with comfort. apologies for any ooc moments and stubborn mc/reader.

sylus

"I'm not taking you with me."

His words left no room for anymore rebuttals. No matter how persistent you got and what reasoning you gave, Sylus continues to reject your request to join him for the upcoming Onychinus mission.

He's never had a problem with you tagging along before, so why now? You've learned from Luke and Kieran that Sylus will be dealing with one of the most dangerous men they'd ever met, so you wanted to support him. When you brought the topic up to him, all he said was that the setting will be too much for you.

You reassured him that you can handle anything, being a hunter who's familiar with the messiest, most vile types of environment, but regardless of your reasonings, he fully intends to go to this mission alone.

"Okay."

The moment he watched you calmly closed the door on your way out of the room, Sylus knew he fucked up.

You avoided him all afternoon, and it didn't take long for loneliness to strike him hard.

He hated the silence.

Knowing you're under the same roof and yet you're deliberately ignoring him... he'd much rather have you screaming at him.

Sylus remained at his working station to continue modifying a weapon that he'd recently purchased; however, his distracted state prevented him from making progress.

The face you made before walking away from him keeps haunting him.

The disappointment in your eyes made his chest unbearably tight.

He tried to push the uncomfortable feeling away, telling himself that his response to you is for the best, but it didn't work at all.

It was difficult to concentrate on anything else.

He wondered what you were up to.

What if you decide to leave because you can't stand to be near him?

Just imagining you rush out of the house while angry caused Sylus' hands to become unsteady and accidentally crossed some wires that weren't supposed to touch.

And so, the weapon sparked and caught on fire.

"...great."

He decided to move on to boxing, hoping to release some anger — not at you, but for his enemies that he'll be seeing for the upcoming mission. If they weren't so... filthy and gruesome, he wouldn't have to worry about keeping you away from them.

After two minutes of hitting the punching bag, Sylus' eyes started to repeatedly glance towards the entrance of the gym, checking to see if a certain someone would walk in for their weekly boxing lessons.

Your boxing gloves are in the usual place, untouched. He recalled the day when you two bought it while shopping: you were so excited about using it, you woke him up early just so you could start boxing while wearing them.

But now, you won't even step in the gym because he made you upset.

Suddenly, Sylus was no longer in the mood to box.

You didn't join him for dinner.

He wasn't surprised, though he felt another pang at his chest when he sat down on the empty dinning table.

He learned from Luke and Kieran that you had already eaten a little earlier while ranting to Mephisto, who was your only companion for supper.

The crow gave him a questioning look as he flew by and parched on the empty chair next to him, where you usually sit.

"I know. I'm working on it."

Sylus went to his bedroom, hoping that you don't run away and that you hear him out.

But when he opened the door, a cold breeze hit him along with a lonely feeling. The room is empty, and you're nowhere to be found.

He knew you're still somewhere in the house; otherwise, Mephisto would've told him already that you'd left. You staying means he's not totally screwed — not yet, at least.

The only other place he thought to check is the room where you used to sleep in, before your relationship became official.

And sure enough, after calming down his nervous, hitched breath, Sylus knocked on the door.

No response, but the room is unlocked.

He dared to take a peak inside and immediately softened at the sight of you sleeping on the bed. His feet acted before his mind and walked up towards your side.

He sat down on the mattress and his eyes slowly traced the ravishing features of your face that he missed, despite the argument being only just several hours ago.

He yearned to touch you, just for a second, to feel your warmth and softness. His right hand carefully reached towards your face, knuckles aiming to brush against your cheek.

But then, you opened your eyes.

Sylus froze for a moment, waiting for you to tell him to leave and stay away from him, but instead, you just blinked at him with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

"What are you doing?"

"...caught me redhanded." he chuckles. "I was looking at you. Because you wouldn't let me do it while you were awake. Sorry to disturb your peaceful sleep."

You watched his hand that was about to touch your face slowly retract, and you wanted to grab it and embrace it.

"...who said I was sleeping peacefully?"

Sylus looks at you with confusion.

"It's hard for me to sleep whenever we have arguments." you murmured, sitting up slowly so you can look at him properly. "I wanted to see you, but..."

You were sulking all afternoon.

You grew tired of arguing with him and thought you'd eventually find the right words to tell him later on, once you've calmed down.

"Me too." Sylus slowly reached for your hand, almost afraid that you'd pull away, though he relaxed once you intertwined your fingers with his. "Let me tell you why I'm against you accompanying me for this mission."

He told you about the shady people he'll be visiting. They are nasty criminals who have done unforgivable things to people, and everything about them is just disgusting — physically and figuratively.

As much as he wanted your company and assistance, Sylus doesn't want them setting their filthy eyes on you. He doesn't want them to know about your existence at all.

Mostly, he doesn't want to waste your time and energy on people like them. He knows you're strong enough to be by his side and help him take them down, just as you have done a few times before, but he'd much rather keep you away from their dirty hands.

"I understand now." You tightened your grip on his hand. "And still.... I want to go with you."

Though his brows furrowed as a silent reply, he stayed quiet and allowed you to fully let out everything you want to say.

"I appreciate your concern for me, truly. But ever since the twins told me about them, that they're dangerous and full of dirty tricks, I can't help but worry.

You're strong and you definitely don't need me, but still... I asked to go with you because I want to support you, just like how you sometimes help me out with my missions."

Sylus was met with the familiar look of persistence and determination in your eyes and realized he was never going to win this argument.

You've always been stubborn.

But that's just one of the reasons why he's so infauted with you.

You win.

"I should have known better than to try to leave you out of something like this." he sighs in defeat, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You grinned at his tone. "It'll be fine. And fun — maybe. If not, then I'll suffer with you."

He clicked his tongue and poked your forehead. "Fine. But before we go, you have to prove to me that you're capable of fighting them."

"Hmm? Prove to you, how?"

"You'll have to join me in the boxing ring tomorrow, kitten."

You gasped and your eyes lit up. "My gloves! I've abandoned them! Let's go boxing right now!"

"...weren't you just about to sleep?"

"No way! I wanna hit something now! Come on!"

Sylus allowed himself to be dragged out of the room and brought back to the gym, where the boxing ring awaits.

Unlike earlier, the gym appears to be warmer and much more lively.

At last, Sylus can breathe easily.

zayne

Getting scolded by your lover was not how you were expecting your trip to the hospital to go.

He never raised his voice, but the coldness in his tone was what struck you in the chest.

He reprimanded you for being too reckless and careless at work, stating that you need to pay more attention to your surroundings and not throw yourself in danger at any chance you get.

Maybe you caught him in a bad mood, or maybe he was fed up with all the times that he has to see you with injuries. Either way, you didn't feel like being around him for a while.

Later that night, you fell asleep earlier than usual and missed a call from Zayne. You knew you probably should've called him back once you woke up in the morning, but the memory of him scolding you like a child made you throw your phone aside and momentarily avoid him.

Zayne is wide awake and his eyes are glued to the screen of his phone.

For once, he doesn't have work to keep him up late at night. Instead, you're the reason why he's unable to sleep.

You haven't been returning his texts and calls.

He knew you're upset because of what he did at the hospital. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You were already hurt. The last thing you needed was for him to give you a lecture over something you don't have much control over.

Zayne wanted to apologize to you.

He considered going to your apartment so he can properly give his sincere apology, but with the way you've been deflecting his attempts to communicate, he figured you wanted some space from him.

It's understandable that you'd feel that way, but still, Zayne can't ignore the aching in his chest. The other side of the bed feels colder than usual, and the silence of his house was uncomfortable.

You should've been next to him, resting your head on his chest while showing him funny memes and videos of cats after playing silly games on your phone, then you'd randomly come across an interesting article that would be your discussion until the two of you fall asleep.

This time, all he can do is keep checking his phone, just in case you decide to text or call him, and he'd answer in a heartbeat.

He wanted to hear your voice just so knows that everything is going to be okay, and that he doesn't need to worry about the possibility of losing you. Unfortunately, he wasn't granted that wish.

He eventually fell asleep with his phone on hand resting on the empty side of the bed.

Zayne was right.

You really are careless.

Showing up at the hospital twice in a week, just two days after your previous visit, is embarrassing at this point. You admit that your mind wasn't as awake and alert as it should've been, and so you've landed yourself another injury while fighting a Wanderer.

You did your best to hide from Zayne.

In fact, you tried going to a different hospital but Tara dropped you off here and fled instantly, so you have no choice but to go in with your slightly injured shoulder.

It just so happens that Doctor Greyson was the one that treated you, as he was the only one currently available.

You thought you'd be able to leave without seeing Zayne at all, but Greyson was unaware of your current situation so he informed him that he just finished fixing you up and you should be free to leave now.

Zayne just finished a long surgery, but once Greyson passed such valuable information to him, he rushed to your assigned room.

He caught you just as you were about to step out.

"Ah!" You put a hand over your racing heart. "You scared me!"

"Sorry." Zayne paused for a moment. "May I ask you to join me in my office?"

Your stomach shifted anxiously. "Sure..." The walk to the location was filled with nothing but awkward silence, which hurt to think about because it's Zayne.

That's the man whom you love more than anything else.

The last thing you want with him is an uncomfortable silence.

At the very least, you were able to gather your courage to own up to your mistakes.

Once he closed the door...

"I'm sorry!"

Zayne was caught off-guard.

"What?"

"You're right. I've been careless lately." Your shoulders sagged as you accepted defeat. "Like my injury today could've been avoided if only I was a little more cautious. I really do need to work on it better. I'm sorry for ignoring your texts and calls. I know you're just looking out for me."

Zayne let out a breath of relief.

He failed to stop himself from pulling you into his arms, so tight that you let out a gasp, though you didn't complain so he didn't release you just yet.

He desperately needed to hold you.

He was afraid that you might not want to see him anymore because of the way he had spoken to you, but it seems he'd gotten a chance to correct himself.

"I'm sorry for talking to you so coldy." He backed away just a small distance so he could look you in the eyes, though his hands remained locked on your elbows. "There are much better ways to express my concerns for you. I won't make the same mistake again. But also..."

He took your left hand and kissed the back of it. "Please don't ever try to hide your injuries from me whenever you do get hurt."

"Ah...." you wondered how he found out you were trying to hide from him today. "Sorry. I won't."

Zayne smiled and kissed your forehead.

"I'll accept your apology, on one condition...."

"What?"

"You have to spend the night and the whole weekend with me now. To make up for the times when you weren't by my side."

caleb

"I did it to protect you."

"And now, the fleet has all the access to the information that I was supposed to get. But yes. I was so fortunate that The Colonel came to my rescue. Thanks."

Caleb sighs as you shut the door and locked yourself in your own room of his house in Safehaven.

It's true that he interfered with your mission and you failed to do what you were sent for, but the man you were interrogating was equipped with a weapon that could've left you permamently injured.

What was he supposed to do?

He wasn't going to just watch and wait for you to get hurt.

The man just happened to be a common enemy of the fleet and the hunters association, and it seems that you've crossed paths for a race on whoever could capture him first.

While you technically reached him first, Caleb was the one that took him away and had him in captive with the fleet.

He figured he could just find that man and get the information you need, though it seems your mission was time sensitive and you were supposed to report to the association by tonight.

While he feels bad about you failing to accomplish your mission, he doesn't regret barging in to stop the enemy from hurting you.

His priority has always been you and it will always be you.

Everything that he's ever done is to protect you, even if you're against it. That's why this isn't the first time you've fought.

Ever since you were younger, you'd sometimes get mad at him for doing something that was intended to keep you out of harm's way.

It's nothing new.

Still, no matter how many times it happens, Caleb will always hate the feeling of you being upset with him.

He especially cannot stand it when you pretend he doesn't exist. He'd rather you hit him as hard as you can than act as if you don't see him. Otherwise, what other purpose does he have, if not to provide for you and be by your side?

Caleb made dinner for two, but he's the only one in the dinning room, sitting across an empty chair. It's dead silent aside from the noise of the flying vehicles roaming around outside his house.

He already put food in your plate and filled you a glass of juice, just in case you give in to his attempt to lure you out with the delicious smell of tonight's meal.

Caleb took his time eating. He had sent you texts, with lots of stickers, telling you that dinner is ready and that you can come out of your room now, though not a single message had gotten a reply.

His eyes would constantly dart to your closed door, hoping that it would open and you'd stubbornly come out with a pout on your face, just like what you always do ever since you were little.

He wasn't so lucky tonight.

But that doesn't mean he'll let you starve. You can be mad at him, but at the very least, be angry with a full stomach.

Caleb picked up your plate and drink and set it down on the floor right outside your room.

"Pip-squeak." He knocked a couple of times. "It's fine if you don't want to see me. You don't have to forgive me, but please eat something before you sleep. I'll leave the food outside the door."

He paused for a moment, as an apology almost slipped out of his tongue, though he wants to do it properly when you're face-to-face, so he will wait for a better time.

"Goodnight."

Afterwards, Caleb took a long bath before going to bed. You two had plans to watch movies tonight after your mission, but that was definitely not going to happen now. He had no idea things would end like how it did, and now he's staring at a wall feeling empty.

Around midnight, you quietly stepped out of your room. You brought the dirty, empty dishes back in the kitchen so you can wash them and return them in the storage.

Five steps in the dark kitchen and you almost drop the fragile items on your hands.

There's something lurking in the shadows.

"Ah!"

Your right hand swung up to hit the figure that started to walk towards you, ready to hit them with the plate.

The object was caught easily and snatched right out off your fingers. The light switch clicked and soon your eyes had been greeted by bright white light.

And you learned that the figure that had been bathing in darkness is none other than Caleb, who looked just as freaked out as you.

"Why are you still awake?!" you screeched, putting a hand over your pounding heart. "Why are you out here just standing in the dark like some demon?!"

"I wasn't standing in darkness. I was sitting." he huffs, putting the plate on the counter table. "And I should be asking you the same thing, Pip-squeak. Why are you awake?!"

His eyes suddenly widened and his shoulders stiffened.

"You're...not gonna leave, are you?"

He looked like a sad, kicked puppy that made you feel like a super villain.

"No, I'm not leaving." you replied softly, taking a step closer to him after setting down the empty glass of juice on the counter table. "I was just going to wash these... dinner was delicious.... by the way..."

Caleb let out a sigh of relief before a smile came to his face. "I'm glad you liked it. If you still have room in your stomach, wanna go for dessert? I still have some of the ice cream that you bought last time."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the sweet dessert. "Yes!"

As the two of you enjoyed the ice cream, Caleb took the opportunity to talk about what happened.

"I'll admit that I don't regret interferring with your work to save you from getting hurt." he started slowly, watching you just in case your mood flips again. "But I am sorry for getting you in trouble."

You shook your head. "I'm over it now, but... you have to remember that I'm also capable of dealing with dangerous guys. I may get hurt, but it's part of my job. You don't have to jump out and save me every time, even though I appreciate it and you, every time."

Caleb sighs, recalling you repeating similar words to him before.

He really does jump out of nowhere to save you a lot — in fact, anytime he can, he does it.

"You're right. I know you've gotten strong, Pip-squeak." he grinned, patting your head. "I'll be sure to remember it. But also, you have to remember... worrying about you is part of my job. That'll never change, even if you become the greatest superhero of the deepspace."

"Heh."

You can't help but laugh because it's true.

That is just how Caleb is.

And it's one of the things that you love about him, despite all the times he pissed you off by being over protective.

"If I become the greatest superhero of Deepspace, will you bring me more ice cream?"

Caleb laughs at your empty bowl. "All you have to do is ask and I shall obey, Pip-squeak."

Once drowsiness finally hit you, you returned to bed and this time, Caleb made sure to cling to you the entire time.

rafayel

You'd been extremely busy for almost two weeks because of a big, intricate mission. It left you very little time to rest, and absolutely no time to go out with your lover.

But once you finally got some freedom, the first thing you did was give him a call, asking him out for lunch.

"It's okay, Miss Bodyguard. You don't have to see me if you don't want to. I know you've been really busy to make any time for me."

Maybe he was just joking or being dramatic as usual, but something about his tone rubbed you the wrong way.

"Okay then. Bye."

The moment the call ended, Rafayel wanted to throw his phone at the wall.

Why did he say that?

He'll admit that he has been sulking, disappointed that he hasn't seen you for days; however, he knows it's not your fault. You're just doing your job, after all.

His mood hasn't been the best lately, and he ended up saying the wrong thing to you. Now, he scared you away from him even more.

He wanted to see you and apologize, but you sounded quite mad and he's certain you don't want to see him at the moment, so it's probably best to leave you alone for now.

Thomas entered the studio and almost tripped over a paintbrush on the floor. The place is even messier than before.

He found Rafayel lying on the couch, wide wake and staring at the ceiling.

"Your studio's getting way too messy. Maybe you should clean up a little."

"It's fine. No one's going to come over anyways."

Thomas was quick to notice his dispirited tone. Rafayel already seemed lonely last week, but this time his mood seems worse.

Another proof of that is the lack of progress on the paintings.

"You haven't started anything new yet?"

"I haven't had any inspiration."

The one hint that Thomas got about what was bringing Rafayel down is the yellow bird plushie right next to him, who he may or may not have been talking to.

"So, it's your Miss Hunter, isn't it?"

It's happened a couple of times before. You two have gotten into arguments before and it usually ends in the same way, with Rafayel sulking like this. This time, it might've lasted longer than usual.

"I don't know what happened, but I suggest seeing her and talking it out."

"I know that. But if she doesn't want to see me.... what if she starts screaming and hitting me when I'm there?"

Or worse, you tell him you hate him.

His stomach tightened with discomfort just by thinking about it.

Thomas chuckles lightly. "So what? You can take it, can't you? Then again, she is a hunter.... and she could kill you...."

Rafayel frowned and froze for a moment.

Then, he suddenly rolls over and drops to the floor before jumping to his feet. "Thomas, you're a genius!" he exclaims, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "I don't care if she stabs me with her sword! I'd survive. but... if I go on another day withour seeing her, I might actually die for real..."

"Hh — sure, I guess..."

"I'm gonna go see her now!"

Thomas watched as he started to scramble and sprint out of the room. "Wait, you should clean up first before — "

"Ow! Who put this paint brush here?!"

You opened the door and Rafayel immediately shields his face with his hands, as if to protect himself from you.

"....I don't know what's going on but I'm a little offended."

You wanted to laugh but you reminded yourself that you're still mad at him.

Or at least, you were.

The moment Rafayel showed up at your doorstep, all you want to do is hug him.

"If you're gonna stab me, do it quickly but at least wait until I say sorry first so it doesn't sound like I'm using my last, dying breath to make it up to you. I mean, I would do that too if I must, but I'd prefer if I don't sound pathetic and gross."

"...what?"

Rafayel pulled himself together and held both of your hands.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I promise I didn't mean it at all. I just missed you a lot and... I.... I might've been...a little grumpy because of it... but I still shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm really sorry."

You softened and held his hands tighter. "I'm sorry too, for snapping so fast and running away. I also wasn't in the best mood."

Rafayel didn't waste another second before pulling you into his arms.

"Let's not do that again. It's stupid and silly and boring."

"Agreed."

He buried his face against your neck and held you tighter for a little longer while your fingers brush his hair from the back.

Rafayel took a moment to feel your warmth.

You're here, right in front of him, after days that felt like months.

Letting you go will be extremely difficult.

"Miss Bodyguard...."

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna come to my house? Reddie misses you...

"Just Reddie?"

"...well, I missed you way more, but you can spare him five minutes of attention. But that's it. The rest of your time is mine."

xavier

For your latest mission, Jenna paired you up with a new hunter that just joined your team. She said she wanted him to learn from you, so he became your temporary partner.

Xavier wasn't quite happy with the captain's decision.

Jenna never said he couldn't join you, right? The new guy can keep following you, but that doesn't mean he has to be alone with you.

Fast forward to the end of the mission, Xavier had been so focused on making sure the new guy keeps a fair distance from you, and the newbie almost got hurt.

You took responsibility and jumped in at the very last moment to save him, leaving you with a minor scratch on your left arm. Nonetheless, the mission was a success.

You confronted Xavier afterwards. You didn't care at all about the scratch, but you were more concerned with him letting his jealousy get in the way of the mission.

Captain Jenna scolded him about not following orders. Although she never specified that he couldn't join you, he still messed with the plan that the team discussed early on. Luckily, he's not deeply in trouble: he'd only been warned not to do it again.

You mostly repeated what Jenna said, but you also told Xavier that he shouldn't have gone out of his way to physically keep your temporary partner away from you, and that you wished he trusted you a little more, especially in a professional environment.

Xavier was unable to come up with a response and like always, whenever he's jealous, dark clouds appeared all around him as he sulks.

You didn't feel like cradling him at the moment, mostly because you felt tired from the mission, and you needed to cool your ahead after all that happened.

You went straight to your apartment after work. Soon after taking a shower, you landed on your bed and welcomed a nap.

Xavier anxiously paces back and forth in his apartment.

He knows you're sleeping because of the fitness watch app that you both use. He decided that he'll wait until you wake up before apologizing, so at the mean time, he's practicing in his head what he'll be saying to you.

You two rarely have arguments because he'd learned to be more straightforward with his thoughts and feelings, but when jealousy comes into play, he still struggles to contain himself. He's working on it, but he's having quite a slow progress.

He'll admit that he might have gone a little overboard today, and he hated that his actions led to you getting hurt, even if it's just a scratch. If only he hadn't gotten in the way.

"...I'm going now."

Unable to wait any longer, Xavier teleports out of his apartment and appears on your balcony — it's become a habit of his.

He found you sleeping on the couch of your living room.

Xavier walked up to you quietly and covered your body with the throw bunched up by your feet. He knelt down on the carpeted floor and admired your features.

He knew he shouldn't get jealous so easily, but how could he not?

He's so deeply in love with you, he can't help but act irrationally sometimes.

But even more, he despises whenever you're upset with him and because of him, so he knows he can't keep behaving drastically all the time whenever another person who shows an ounce of admiration for you comes around.

"You smell like burnt cookies."

Xavier snapped out of his thoughts only to realize that you had woken up.

He took a whiff of his white hoodie and confirmed your observation. "I tried to make you some cookies to make up for earlier but I got distracted and forgot about them...."

And by distracted, he means pacing back and forth across the kitchen while writing his apology speech in his head.

"Pfftt.."

Xavier scratched the back of his head while you laughed loudly. His eyes lit up at the sight of your joy on your face.

"I'm sorry about your cookies." he sighs. "And I'm sorry for acting the way I did earlier. I promise I'll... try not to get jealous..."

You laughed again, this time softer as you leaned forward to brush his hair with your fingers. "The truth is, I don't mind that you get jealous sometimes. Even I get jealous too."

"Really?"

"Really."

He never notices you secretly being bitter whenever someone is clearly attracted to him, though you never act out on your jealousy because he always reassures you that he only has eyes for you.

"It's normal to get jealous." you told him. "But next time.... just make sure not to step out of line and get yourself or anyone innocent in trouble."

Xavier nodded and kissed the palm of your hand that had been combing his hair. "I promise I'll be more responsible from now on."

You smiled and pecked his nose.

"The smell of cookies really got me. Wanna try again? I'll help you this time."

"I'd like that. But first...." he rested his face onto your lap. "Can we just stay like this for a little while? I think I need to recharge."

Your hand returns to combing his soft hair. "Of course."

[lunarxcity]

Why you? (Part IV to Why me?)

azriel x rhys' sister! reader

angst/eventual comfort (Now Azriel is in his healing era, don't worry he does suffer in this chapter so prepare for the azriel angst. You can't be in a healthy relationship when you are mentally at your worst and lashing out at everyone around you and Azriel is learning this the hard way.)

Summary: When you walk in on Azriel and Elain the mating bond snaps leading you to flee to Autumn with Eris so you can be free of Azriel. Your absence causes Azriel to come to some drastic realisations, but is it already too late and has your time in Autumn led to you moving on?

Parts I, II, and III if you missed them!

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They say that misery breeds loneliness, or was it misery likes company, either way Azriel couldn't remember how it went but he knew he felt miserable and alone.

You were gone and Rhys had banned him from seeing Elain, even though it didn't matter. He couldn't even look at her without feeling crushing guilt. Guilt for considering killing your friend for the sole reason of him wanting to fight for his mate, which any honorable fae male would have done. Guilt for possibly driving you out from the Night Court. Guilt for dragging Elain into this and then ignoring her.

To say that Azriel has been a mess would be an understatement. After needing to sleep in your bed to calm himself down the night you left, he hasn't had a decent night's sleep. At this point, his dark circles had dark circles, he hadn't shaved, and he has basically been on autopilot for the past 3 months.

Him and Rhys hadn't been on good terms for the first month, but he came around and apologised for the way he spoke to him. They were civil, but Azriel didn't know how he could be close with him again after what he said. If you were there you would have played the peacekeeper, telling him what to say and scolding Rhys for his lack of sensitivity. He thinks about you more than he would care to admit, which is saying something because he's been admitting it a lot lately.

The first 2 weeks were so rough for Azriel that he threw himself into his work, not talking to anyone and even missing his training which he can't recall having ever done. He walked into the training ring and first thing Cassian did when he saw him for the first time since the night you left was laugh and say, "Oh brother, you look a bit rough for wear. You have obviously had better days."

Azriel didn't say anything. His face was set in the same straight-faced look that he had been wearing every day. He just walked up to Cassian and began fighting him. You would think that missing 2 weeks of training out of the hundreds of years wouldn't make a difference, but he had lost every single sparring match between him and Cassian. You would have loved to see it, you probably would have been on the sidelines laughing saying that Azriel needed to be humbled with his snowball fight record. His thoughts strayed to you and he was immediately snapped out of it by Cassian landing a blow on his right jaw sending Azriel to the ground."

"You seem distracted brother. I am always here if you want to talk." He holds his hand out as a truce, but Azriel doesn't take it. He was upset and in pain and feeling a flurry of emotions that he didn't know how to deal with. He picked himself up and told Cassian, "I appreciate it brother, but I don't need you or Nesta or Rhys trying to fix me." Granted he realised he was being a bit dramatic, but his adrenaline was high and didn't know how to deal with what he was feeling, let alone what he was feeling.

Azriel turns his back on Cassian, beginning to storm off from the training ring. "You think she would want you to suffer in Silence? To keep hurting everyone else because you're trying to outrun your problems? " Azriel stilled. "If she cared enough, she wouldn't have left. Why should I care about myself when she is so repulsed by me that she would prefer an enemy of the Night Court's company over mine?" His voice was ice that sending shivers down Cassians spine, this was the feared Spymaster of the Night Court speaking, not his brother.

"For someone who's job it is to collect information, you truly do not know anything." Cassian shook his head and took off into the sky before Azriel could say anything.

Great now that's two of his brother's that he's not on great terms with. Things with Cassian continued to be tense and since he was also on Rocky grounds with Rhys, things had become a bit awkward with Feyre and Nesta. Yes they were polite and would invite him to things and he would still have his weekly coffee with Nesta, but things were a lot more tense since they couldn't even bring up their mates.

No one in the inner circle would bring you up, not to Azriel at least. He knew they talked about you and Azriel, both in friendly hangouts he wasn't invited to and the family dinners that he had been dodging. He knew that they probably had a lot to say when the insomnia had gotten so bad that he needed to take residence in your room. He doesn't know the exact details because the shadows have been withholding information from him too. Just what he needed another person who had an issue with him, this one actually being part of him.

At this point he was on the best terms with Amren which actually started an unlikely friendship. He must have looked so pathetic for Amren to invite him over for tea. It started with talks of the prison, which then led to the inner circle, which then led to inner workings of the Night Court. Tea with Amren became a normal ordeal, she didn't treat him differently and was the same blunt Amren she's always been. It was a good distraction.

He wore the gloves you had gifted him regularly, even if his hands weren't bothering him, he liked the sense of comfort he felt when he wore them. He still felt a mix of emotions when he thinks about your departure, he's angry with you for leaving him here like this, sad because he feels like you have given up on him, and most of all feeling like he's an idiot because all he wants is for you to come home. To come back to him.

Rhys had assigned him on his first mission, a recon mission in the Dawn Court. Azriel had begged to go to the Autumn Court, to at least check on you and make sure you're okay, but Rhys immediately shut him down every time. It's a two week long mission and he was ready to go. The blade you gave him for Solstice had been left in your desk, since Azriel moved to your room. It was too special to him to risk damaging it, so he left it there but he feels like he wouldn't be doing your gift justice if he didn't wear it on his mission.

At this point it had been about 6 weeks without you. He took the blade from the sheath you had also had made for him and inspected it. The silver metal shone in the sunlight, and the blade was the thinnest and sharpest he had ever seen. Outside the silver edge of the blade there was a clear outlining that went all the way around the edges of the blade. He assumed this was the blood bind, so Azriel took the blade and sliced his left hand. The blood weld and the blade absorbed it, the clear lining turned red with blood and once it had decided that was enough blood spilled to activate the blood bond, the red turned into a shimmering black.

Azriel admired and then sheathed the blade. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror and almost jumped at the sight. He truly did look terrible, the beauty of the blade you had crafted for him a contrast over his current ragged state. Your blade. That you had made for him.

Azriel knew he hadn't been the greatest friend lately. He skipped the things you guys would usually do to try and get to know Elain better, his reasoning being you guys have already spent so much time together and would have so much more. He wishes he could go back in time and deck himself for even thinking that. He misses your coffee runs. He misses pranking Rhys with you. He misses laughing with you at Cassian being well Cassian. He misses your laugh.

He doesn't even need you there, he would take whatever small part of you he can and would happily thank the Mother for even allowing him that small respite. He's coming to realise that in the midst of his cruel and miserable existence, you had been the one ray of light in his life and that when the Mother decides that it's his time and he's nothing more than stardust scattered across the universe or the Mother decides to take her revenge for the sins he's committed in this life that it's the sound of your laugh that would carry him away. If the Mother was good she would allow him the luxury of scattering you with him, but ashes are plentiful and he only needs a single ember.

In the silence of your room, haunted by the ghost of your absence Azriel breaks. Tears stream down his face for the second time in this very spot and realizes that something needs to change, that he needs to change.

When Azriel returns from his mission, he knocks on Cassian's door. Cassian opens the door, his face is straight and devoid of his usual smile. "Are you finally ready to talk or am I going to have to kick your ass again and watch you storm off and brood some more." Azriel begins to feel shy, it is not a feeling that is common to him nor one he likes. This was already very hard for him, but he also forgot that Cassian was Cassian and he wouldn't allow him to walk in like nothing happened. Azriel knods and looks at Cassian with determination in his eyes, "I'm ready." Cassian matches his seriousness and then breaks down in laughter and brings Azriel into a bone-crushing hug. "I'VE MISSED YOU BROTHER." Azriel normally would have tried to get out of it, but he needed this.

Azriel sat down and told Cassian his problems. All of them. They started mid-day and didn't end until passed out after sunrise. He told him about feeling worthless and left out. He told him about you and how he doesn't know what he did or how to fix it but does know he's going insane like this. He talked about Rhys and how that whole situation had really affected him, Cassian had no idea and was so upset that he left for an hour or two and came back bloodied. 15 minutes later Nesta came in and brought him bandages and ice while telling him good job for putting Rhys in his place.

This became regular for Azriel. Him and Cassian would talk out all his problems one by one and he would actually try to do something to fix them. Cassian talked with Madja, and Azriel was now seeing her regularly as she claimed that "illnesses of the mind must be given the same level of attention as illnesses of the body." He started showing up to family dinners again. He apologised to Elain and told her that he couldn't go on with what they were doing because he wasn't in a place for anything right now and could barely deal with himself. She understood and was happy he was finally getting the help he needed. He told her not to wait for him and that it would be better for them to remain friends and she agreed.

Azriel began doing things for himself. He went to your guys' favourite bakery on the regular. He started reading all the books you had left on your shelf. He even started playing piano again, a hobby he had long forgotten, but only remembered because found his old compositions stuffed in a book on your shelf. He had no clue how you got them, he thought they were all thrown away, but nonetheless he was glad to have them.

Things were looking up for Azriel. The only thing bothering him was that he still didn't have you here or know why you left. No one would tell him anything and they would all shut down around him when you were brought up. Conversations would quiet, and topics would be changed. This confirmed the suspicion he had from the beginning, the reason you left was directly concerned with him.

While he was getting better, Azriel did have his ups and downs. His biggest down was the realisation that you had been writing to every single person except for him and Elain. The shadows had finally decided to start talking to him again and the first thing they had told him is that they caught your scent in the house. He flew like a madman from the other side of Velaris, getting there in record time. He searched for your scent, desperate to see you, when he found a handful of envelopes, all with your name and scrawl. The ink was a dark red and the lines were too thin to be from any of your writing tools. You must be using Eris' then.

This bothered Azriel so much he almost forgot the reason why he was holding these letters. He looked at who they were addressed to and saw every single Inner Circle member had received a letter but him and Elain. He put the letters back on the desk and waited to see if anyone would bring them up. Nothing. His shadows began to update him of their arrivals. You had been regularly corresponding with them and not him. Azriel was crushed.

Nevertheless, he continued with his routine. He saw Madja regularly, became close with his family again, and began to actually do things for himself. The process was difficult and so incredibly hard, especially for someone who had been bottling things up for as long as he had.

He's even been visiting his estate lately to see his mother, as she lives on his property. He avoids her when he isn't doing well, she's been exposed to many cruelties over the span of her long life she doesn't need to deal with more. Talking with his mother has really helped. Her warm smile could brighten any day. He's missed her lately. He has a bad habit of putting the ones that he cares the most about on the back burner, but he's working on it.

It's been 3 months since you left and Azriel is finally feeling better. He was at his weekly session with Madja. It was going really well actually, well it was going really well until she causally says, "And how do you feel about a certain princess' return to the Night Court?" She asked almost sounding like a child teasing their friend in front of their crush. Azriel didn't even pick up on it. His shadows stilled and his eyes went wide. You were coming back? Back to the Night Court? Back to him?

Madja looks at him confused. She tilts her head, "You didn't know?" He shakes his head no. He lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding and goes, "No I had no idea. I'm still the only one she hasn't spoken to." His tone bitter, but he caught himself and asked, "When is she getting back?" He hopes she'll just forget about his mini outburst just a second ago.

Madja looks surprised and Azriel is even more surprised at her confusion. She has sat here for the past few weeks hearing about him complain about your lack of communication with him, shouldn't she know that he knows nothing of this?

Madja goes, "You do know you have little shadow spies that listen in to all of your conversations?" Good to see that age hasn't dulled her sense of humour. How did he forget about that? Azriel shakes his head and goes,"Fair enough Madja."

She gives him a pitying look and sighs, "She'll come back. As far as your relationship goes, I would recommend talking it out in person. You both obviously have a lot on your minds, your relationship won't be able to move progress until you address this." Madja leans forward, like she's about to tell him a secret. "Now knowing both of you for so long, I can assure you that you guys will be fine. You're fond of each other and your biggest fear is losing each other, it's going to take a lot more than this to ruin you relationship."

Azriel looks at her agape. While this was fairly common knowledge, no one had actually sat him down and told him this. He assumed that you guys were fond of each other in the way he was fond of each of the inner circle members. Now that the dynamics of the inner circle shifted, they were all pairing up and finding their person. While you had always been close to Rhys, Azriel was the one you had usually ended up pairing up with in the end. Azriel had never come to this realisation, his entire life, he had been yearning for someone to pick him, only to drive away the one person who did.

Madja looks at him and he swears she can read his mind. She shakes her head and starts, "You were ready to die for her Azriel, when she was going to be clipped. You put yourself under the mercy of the old high lord for hundreds of years to ensure her safety and you're going to let your relationship fall apart because of what? A misunderstanding?"

Azriel stills, the conversation had escalated very quickly, leaving him speechless. He can't jump to conclusions before he even knew your side. He would talk to you and everything would be okay. It was just one big misunderstanding. It had to be.

He takes a deep breath and revels in his new found peace and clarity. The Azriel of a weeks ago would have angrily stormed off, lashing out at whatever unfortunate victim would check on him to make sure he's okay, but he's getting better now. He isn't anywhere near perfect, he is the same Azriel, but he hopes that when you get back he will be someone that is deserving to have you in their life without taking you for granted.

He takes a deep breath in and out. "Okay. When is the soonest I can speak with her?"

Part V

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note: Azriel self-help arc time! Yes he did suffer for a bit and yes he will suffer a lot more so don't you worry, but I do think he deserves a little respite. He's coming to his senses... slowly. Thank you all for the support on this series I know we've hit a bit of a slow point in the storyline but there will be the reunion in the next episode which will be explosive one way or another so keep an eye out for that. Until next time loves!

note note: I probably will stop putting out chapters at this speed because I want to actually be able to edit them and the next parts are really important to the story and I do want to get it right :)

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[kingkaisen]

Gojo doesn’t think he deserves you, and he doesn’t really understand why you want to be with him.

𝐒𝐇𝐘 & 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who doesn’t know much about his purpose in life, nor does he truly care about himself. All he knows is that he loves you more than anything else in the entire world.

You’re his baby. You picked him to love. And he truly can’t believe it.

“Hey,” he said softly, looking up at you from where he rested his head on your lap. The two of you had spent the entire day lounging around on the couch. “Why do you love me so much? I don’t get it.”

“Hm?” Tilting your head a bit, you glanced down to meet his ocean blue eyes. “You don’t get why I love you?”

“It just doesn’t make sense to me. I know why I love you, but . . . how could you love me back, exactly?”

The question — while easy enough to answer — was puzzling in terms of trying to figure out why he would ask such a thing.

“I love you for a lot of reasons, baby. You’re so sweet, kind, and protective. I love it when you get all clingy too, like right now? How you just plopped down on my lap? It’s absolutely precious.” Stroking his soft white hair, you smiled down at him softly.

“Now you’re just being cheesy,” Gojo tried to fight off a grin, a soft shade of pink dusting across his cheeks as he blushed. You couldn’t help but widen your smile at the sight of that cute face of his.

“You’re really handsome too, but I think you knew that already. I mean, I figured you knew all of the reasons why I love you. Don’t I tell you enough? Why’d you have to ask?” Your soft smile slowly transformed into a little frown, and Gojo couldn’t stand the sight of it.

“It’s not you, trust me. You tell me enough, and I appreciate it, but I guess I just don’t see myself the way you do.”

Gojo wasn’t smiling anymore. He also didn’t look you in the eye. That pretty face of his was as blank as a new canvas, and it was rather startling how he simply didn’t believe you.

With nearly every step he took, every corner he turned — someone would always look up at that tall, handsome man, and tell him how good looking or powerful he was.

Those who were close to him would tell you how outgoing and confident he happened to be, even daring to have a bit of an ego as well. Not overbearing enough to make people dislike him, but strong enough to make you question why he seemed so shy and insecure around you.

“Why don’t you see yourself the way I see you?” You asked, your worried tone making him look up at your frowned face. “Be honest. I wanna know why you find it so difficult to understand why I love you.”

“All I do is kill. Kill curses. Kill enemies. Teach other people how to do the same thing. It’s all I have to offer . . . All that I’m good for.” Gojo turned onto his side, his head pressing against your thighs. “But you? You’re just an ordinary person with an ordinary life.”

“Is that why you act different around me compared to everyone else? ‘Cause I’m ordinary?”

“I just don’t really get how an ordinary person can love someone like me,” Gojo’s eyes fluttered closed, and he yawned. “It shocks me. And I love you so much that it makes me nervous. I guess I’m worried that someday you’ll start seeing me in a different light, and . . . I don’t want you to stop . . . loving me.”

His sudden vulnerably must have been a result of his tiredness, because as soon as he finished speaking, your sweet lover was fast asleep, right on your lap.

However, despite his soft snores, his brows were furrowed slightly. Jaw clenched. He looked scared, and you knew exactly why.

“I love you, Gojo. I love every single part of you,” you whispered, gently running your fingers along the side of his face. “I’m never going to stop loving you, I promise. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll always be here.”

Once those easing words fell from between your lips, the sleeping man’s entire body relaxed, and he was at peace.

At the sight of his little smile, you knew that he finally believed you.

[rafesslxt]

Lustpotion | mattheo riddle

summary: you‘re in a boring relationship with cedric diggory and after his enemy mattheo hits a few nerves with his words, he gives you a potion. what you didn‘t know is that it was a sex and lust potion

warnings: cheating (sorry cedric), mind reading, drugging ( kind of, you drinking an unknown potion he gives you ), fingering, dirty talk, praise, dom!mattheo x sub!reader, unprotected p in v, kiiinda enemy to lovers thingy

notes: i‘m making up for not posting so long with posting this third post in 2 days hehe, english is not my first language

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My shoulders heavy and my mind racing, I walked into the common room of my house, Slytherin.

All I wanted in that moment was to fall in bed and sleep through the whole weekend. But Pansy had other plans, apparently, cause my door did not open as I tried to walk in our shared dorm. I groan and bang against the door. "Pansy! Open up!" "Sorry Y/n, Draco's over!" I hear her shouting. Perfect, fucking perfect.

With a frown on my face I walk back into the common room, letting myself fall onto one of the couches, closing my eyes, not even caring who's around.

"Wow, I never thought I would have the honor to spend time with you." I hear a dark voice echoing through the empty common room. I open my eyes and see Mattheo sitting on the opposite couch, now standing up and sitting down on mine but on the other end of it.

I just lazily roll my eyes at him and mutter "Don't flatter yourself, Riddle. You know I'm not here for you." He smirks at my answer and shakes his head slowly. "It's just such a shame that you're with Diggory. You know.. he can't keep up with you." I look at him, confused at the sudden change of subject. " How would you know that?"

"I know a lot more than you think, Y/N. I've been watching you two." "Oh great, so I have a stalker?" I answer sarcastically. There's a chuckle in his throat again. " Just observant. But I noticed something. You're not happy with Diggory, right?"

I scoff at his words and look at him directly. " Of course I am happy with Cedric. Why wouldn't I be? Every girl would be. He's so gentle, soft, sensitive.. a gentlemen." I slowly drift off while I'm talking.

"Yeah that's what you want most people to think but I know something else nobody knows about you two." " Oh enlighten me, please."

"I know you have a thing for troublemakers. A soft spot for those who can make your heart race, and Cedric? He's too perfect for you. You need someone who can challenge you, push your buttons, push you to your limits." I hold eye contact while he speaks, not wanting him to think I back down from this but his words hit a nerve, he just didn't needed to know that.

"How would you know what I really like, Riddle?" I question him, something that goes through my mind the whole time. " I pay attention Y/n, I notice things around me. And trust me when I tell you, you give off all the signs." "Signs?"

"Yes, signs. For example the way you always look at me when we argue, your cheeks getting all flustered. The way your heart races when we're close. Even the dream's you're having about me."

My eyed widen at his last comment and my body stiffens. "You can't hide anything from me." I gulp and shake my head. I told no one about my dreams. Didn't even write them into my diary out of fear someone could read it. There is only one way he could know this and I know that his father, Voldemort, was able to do this. "Did you read my mind? My dreams?"

A big smile spreads across his face. " Maybe, maybe not." Slowly I start to get frustrated with this conversation, showing it on my face. "What do you want Mattheo? Why do you care about all of this so much, hm?"

"Because I see something in you.. something I want to try. Maybe pushing your buttons a little bit." I look at him for a moment, waiting for him to tell me that this is a joke, but he doesn't.

I sigh tired "Doesn't matter, I'm with Cedric." "Is that what you truly want Y/n? Or are you just settling for what everybody expects you to want?" I gulp at his words feeling like they hit a nerve inside me again. "I like him, really.."

"I believe you Y/n, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun along the way." I laugh sarcastically at him. " Oh yeah let me guess, that fun would include you? You just want something to rub under Cedric's nose."

"Perhaps.." he admits with a smirk. " But what If I would offer you more than that? What If I could offer you things that Cedric never could? Wouldn't you be curious?"

I swallow, scanning his face before I look away, not knowing what to answer him. He's right tho, I really like Cedric but everything with him is so.. perfect. It bores me to death sometimes.. I just want something more fiercy but I would never admit that to Mattheo.

"You don't have to admit anything." he smirks like a little devil, letting me know he's inside my head. I'm happy that he sits on the other end or else he would feel the heat coming from my body and my heart racing. "What should I do then hm? Great, let me guess.. hopping into bed with you?"

"That's a start.." an arrogant smile on his face. "But I meant more like exploring the unknown together." His gaze flickers over my face, studying my reaction. "I promise you won't regret it."

"The unknown? And what would that be?" "Oh dear, don't you ever wonder what's outside there? What else you might be capable of? I can show you." He comes nearer, sitting in front of me now. "Then show me."

With a devilish grin he leans in even closer, his mouth brushing against my ear, his mouth opening slightly as I think he wants to say something but after a few seconds of waiting and his hot breath tickling my ear, he disappeared into thin air.

In shock I look at the place he just sat on a moment ago, then looking around me. Where the hell is he and how did he do that? "Mattheo?" I ask quietly into the empty room.

There was a soft chuckle that seemed to come from nowhere and then Mattheo reappeared right in front of me. " Suprised ?" he asks with a smirk. " I told you I could show you things."

"How did you-" "It's a talent." he says casually as If it's nothing to disappear into the air. "One you might find useful someday.. but let's concentrate on a little experiment for now." " What experiment?" I ask suspicious.

His voice is smooth as silk as he starts speaking again. " I want you to try something for me.." He holds out his hand in which lays a little bottle, unlabeled and filled with a dark red liquid. "Drink this."

I take it from his hand and look at it a bit closer, noticing sparkles in it. "What is that?"

"Just a little potion. It will open your senses, make you see and feel things differently." he says while watching me carefully. I lick my lips before asking If he made this by himself. "Of course.. I'm skilled in the art of potion-making, as you'll find out soon." he smirks. " Go on..drink it."

I don't know what it is but something inside me, whatever it is, screams at me with full lungs to do it, my fingers twitching as I look at the little phial. I open it, position it at my lips and let the unknown liquid run down my throat.

As I swallow it, I could already feel it heightening my senses, my emotions running wild inside me. I see him watching my face with satisfaction as I visibly tremble in his presence. " That's it.." he whispers, coming closer again. " W-what did you gave me Mattheo?" I stutter out as I feel myself getting warmer under my clothes.

"Just a little something to enhance your experience." he says, his voice filled with dripping lust. " You'll thank me later." Suddenly, without a warning, he leans in and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth instantly while slowly pressing me down against the couch.

I gasp into his mouth, feeling all kind of things at once. The potion made every nerve in me more sensitive, leaving me panting just from this kiss. Goosebumps erupt over my body as I slowly feel like I'm on fire.

Mattheo smiled against me, mumbling " It feels like all your senses are heightened, right?" I just nod and answer him with a short breathless "yes". "How does it feel now?" he asks as he presses his body harder against mine, still under him. I whine at the touch and close my eyes, too stunned to speak.

His smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. My body is trembling against his, every breath I take seems to be for him. "How does it feel?" he repeats his question. " Like..like every touch from you sets me on fire. It's burning.." I gasp again, my cheeks turning red.

"Is that so?" he hums, " Do you want me to make it burn even more?" he whispers in a seductive tone. I just nod, not thinking about my actions anymore. " Please Mattheo, I can't breathe." I feel my lungs getting heavier, just like the rest of my body.

He brings his hand up to my face, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb over my trembling lip, causing me to shudder against him. " I'll make you scream, princess." he promises with his voice low and intense.

I bite my lip at his statement, my eyes slowly closing. " How long does the potion last?" "They can last for hours." he says with a wicked smile, still brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. He slowly let's it slide past my parted lips. He groans as I suck on it, letting my tongue swirl around it, before he slowly pulls out.

"Mattheo please, I need you." I whine, feeling as If I’m about to explode If he doesn't touch me and give me something. " You need me?" He starts to smile at my words, letting his hand wandering over my body. From my mouth down to my neck, down to my chest further to my stomach. I inhale sharply when his fingers brush my stomach, feeling it already tightening.

Shamelessly he opens my jeans, letting his finger disappear into my slip without hesitation. " You're already so wet for me." he groans as he feels me dripping onto his fingers. "I fucking love it." he mumbles against my lips before he kisses me.

He tugs at the rest of my jeans and slides them down without breaking the kiss, until my pants are gone. He takes of my top, leaving my lips this time and looking at me. "Oh you look so hot right now."

My cheeks get red and hot, my face all flustered. "You look so fucking good baby, fuck." he groans his hand going back inside my slip, his thumb circling my sensitive clit and his fore and middle finger go right inside my pussy, pumping me.

"Oh god Mattheo, it‘s too much!" I whimper loudly as he continues to tease me with his touch. It didn‘t take me long before I come on his fingers, clenching around them.

My nails dig into his arms and leave marks all over them, broken whimpers and screams leave my mouth but before anyone could hear, they were muffled by Mattheo‘s hand over my mouth.

"Shh, we can't have anyone hear this, right?" "I need more Mattheo, please. Fuck me!" I hiss, feeling as If I might die If he doesn‘t"

"Poor baby, all fucked out and I've barely even touched you." he says, smiling down at me and my shaking body. His fingers come back to my pussy but this time they only play with my clit which makes me arch my back and gasping really loudly."N-no.. more.." i stutter out.

"Oh I‘ll give you more." he promises, chuckling low in his throat, unable to resist my pleas. He pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his own pants, letting out a sharp breath as he feels my wetness against his erection.

My eyes go wide as I look down and see his cock. My mouth hangs open a bit and I feel myself getting even wetter. "I - am I dreaming or is this real?" i ask him, not sure If the potion lets me imagine thing.

He laughs at my words and shakes his head. "It’s real.." he growls. "And you're gonna find out just how fucking real it feels."

Before I could say anything, I feel his thick tip against my entrance, pushing itself inside me with a sudden force that made me roll my eyes back to my brain.

"God, you feel so good, so tight." he moans as he starts to move his hips. I buck my hips up against his, finally feeling full, finally feeling that fire on my skin cool down a little bit. I look around the room, realizing again, that we‘re in the middle of the common room and anybody could just walk outside their dorms and see us. But at that moment I couldn‘t care less, it even turned me on when I‘m being honest.

He leans down to my face and whispers inside my ear " you like that thought of getting caught hm? The thrill of being watched.." I moan even louder at his words that let me know he read my mind again. "Please.." i breathe out.

I felt so drunk.. drunk of him. "I bet you would beg anyone to fuck you right now." he murmured as his eyes roam over my trembling body. "N-no, only you.." i whine and it‘s true. I feel like there is a connection through the potion to him. A desire that only he can satisfy.

"I want to feel you." I beg him as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of me. "You want it rough or smooth?" "Rough." i answer without hesitation.

Mattheo's grin widens and his eyes gleam with lust. "You got it.." he growls, pulling me up and pushing me onto the table in front of him. I gasp at the sudden change.

He ignores the possibility of being caught, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he positions himself at my entrance. He pushes into me hard, filling me completely with one thrust. "Fuck" he groans, starting to move his hips in a steady rhythm.

His lips curl into a devilish smile, his movements becoming more aggressive. "You like it rough, huh?" he asked rhetorically, increasing the pace of his thrusts. I slam my hands down onto the table and try to stabilize myself but it‘s useless. He‘s fucking me like an wild animal, the table wiggling like crazy.

We both feel the intensity of the situation growing, his cock twitching with each thrust and my pussy clenching. "You're mine," he growls, grabbing my hair roughly and pulling my head back. He starts moving faster, almost losing control.

I can‘t answer. His statement reminds me of Cedric for a moment and guilt crashes over me. Mattheo felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of Cedric's name crossing my mind as he reads it again. He slams into me harder, his body trembling with effort. "You belong to me," he repeated through gritted teeth, his eyes locked onto mine.

"I bet he can't fuck you like I can. I can take care of you. You don't need anyone but me."

I still don‘t answer him, pressing my lips together which just angers him more. "You‘ll beg for it." he snarls and lifts my leg over his shoulder, getting even deeper which leads to me squirming and breathing fast.

"I'm going to fuck him out of your smart little brain, understood?" I just nod and claw my nails into his back, leaving marks all over. "Tell me you belong to me." he whispers into my ear, thrusting with more force inside me. "I- I don‘t know.." i whimper as i feel him hitting my soft spot.

"What would he think If he could see you right now, hm?" he taunts over me and smiles, scanning my face and body. "Such a little slut for me.“

I scream his name, muffling it with my own hand as I feel myself getting close. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything!" "Say it." he says, his hips getting slower, teasing me.

"I - I‘m yours Mattheo. I belong to you." I cry out as he thrust inside of me like a mad men. "Come for me princess." he moans, his thumb going over my clit again. My eyes roll back once again as he hits my cervix, fucking me speechless.

"Bite me." I look at him confused before he repeats himself. "Bite into my shoulder when you come."

With a brutal pace he slams his cock inside me, leaving me dumb and brainless as he chases his own release. A broken sob comes out of my throat and my stomach twists in the best way ever as i come around his throbbing cock, milking him. I do as he told me to and bite into his shoulder as I scream.

I feel him release inside of me, pumping me full with his cum and painting my walls with his hot seed. He holds me in place, making sure I take every last drop of him.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he whispers as he pulls his cock out, looking at our mixed juices. I look down and the picture sends shivers down my spine.

"I - uh.. I might have left a few marks." I admit kinda shy as I feel the potion flowing out of my system.

" I must say, you are quite the little cockslut." he said, admiring the mess between my legs and my work on his back and arms. He leans down and whispers into my ear. "Now clean up and go to sleep princess. You‘ll sit with me at breakfast."

"But - I sit with Cedric every time." "Well, that‘s too bad, cause you‘re sitting with me tomorrow." he says, knowing how mich he will get under Cedric‘s skin with this. "And remember, If you don‘t show up I will find you." he says, daring me to argue with him.

— next morning —

As I walk into the great hall, my heart keeps pounding in my chest like its about to explode. My hands are twitching and I couldn‘t hide my nervousness on my face.

I fell asleep last night with an sore aching pussy and a dream that about Mattheo that was .. well, interesting. But I bet he already read my thoughts and dreams I had. Damn, I really had to do something about that later.

I gulp as I walk further into the Hall, standing still as I look over all the four tables. At first I look over to the Hufflepuff table with Cedric sitting on it. He smiles at me as he notices me. That perfect smile.

Then I looked over to my table, seeing Mattheo‘s eyes were already on me. He looks at me with daring eyes, gleaming with lust and power.

Suddenly I hear a voice inside my head, whispering. "Don‘t even think about it my little cockslut." I bite my lip at the choice of his words. I look over to Cedric again, sending him an apologetic look before walking over to an arrogant looking Mattheo, smiling smugly at Cedric.

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A Gift from the Gods (5)

Hiccup x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello everyone! I finally got the time to work on and finish this chapter. It's been so hectic since I started student teaching, most days I just come home and immediately go to sleep, others I just have no motivation to even open my computer. I just want to thank everyone who has waited ever so patiently for this chapter to come out. I hope this was worth the wait <3

Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter

Days pass excruciatingly slow, filled with eyes constantly following your every move.

Somebody was always nearby.

Stoic’s orders. 

Usually, it was either Hiccup or Gobber, but there was the occasional moment where neither was available, leaving you with somebody else of Stoic’s choosing.

Now was one of those times.

Sitting on a rock near the edge of the forest, your wings wrapped once again by the rope that also bound your wrists together, you watch Astrid use a small stone to sharpen her axe. Her eyes were locked on you, just like yours were on her.

Like two predators, wrongly thinking the other was prey.

Your wings twitch against the rope, both from being uncomfortable and from the unease of the silence, so thick you could cut it with that freshly sharpened axe.

Hiccup constantly tried his hardest to argue your case with his father, most of the time only granting you moments of freedom to fly that were few and far between.

You felt like nothing more than a pet, occasionally taken out for a walk.

The sound of the stone against the axe suddenly stops, causing your focus to return to the blonde across from you. The same silence prevails as she watches you, her gaze scrutinizing.

It was as if she was looking for something within you, something that you knew wasn’t there.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Your voice cuts through the silence, finally becoming tired of the tense air that felt like it was suffocating you the longer you sat in it.

She scoffs in response, an action you had somewhat expected from how she had been constantly reacting around you. Her body was always poised in a position as if she was ready for your attack, waiting for the moment you would undoubtedly strike against her or her friends. Her hand always hovered over her axe that was hooked into the belt wrapped around her waist when you were in her line of sight.

It has grown to become a tiring sight.

“Why would I believe that?” Astrid asks in that same defensive tone she used around you too, another thing you’ve come to expect, “How do we know you’re not working with an enemy of Berk? You’ve given us nothing about you that could even potentially gain our trust.”

“I’ve gained Hiccup’s.”

Astrid’s face scrunches up like an anger you’ve only seen briefly from the dragons with spikes on their tails when being confronted by another dragon for territory. Hiccup had said that they call them ‘Deadly Nadders’, a fitting name for such a powerful dragon.

It seems that Astrid and her dragon are more alike than meets the eye.

She’s about to respond, her lips parted with a rebuttal to your words.

But both of your gazes suddenly snap towards the forest when a twig snaps and a deep growl rumbles.

—

Hiccup had to be dragged towards the blacksmith's hut by Gobber, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with the dragon hybrid they had come across, wanting to learn more about her and where she came from.

He found himself growing a form of attachment towards her, whether it was from his innate curiosity, or something deeper, he had no clue.

His father, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to be rid of her, seeing her as a threat to their village. Gobber seemed like the only one who truly understood Hiccup’s side, albeit a little reluctantly.

His mind was nowhere near as focused as it should have been while he tweaked with one of Toothless’ spare tail flaps, having gotten less busy after he helped with the weaponry that had been brought in.

Hiccup knew Gobber had noticed this, earning him a few smacks to the back of the head from the Viking himself throughout the day.

“Where has your mind been today, Lad?” The older Viking finally asks after the blacksmith has only been filled with the crackling sounds of the fire and the screeching sound of metal for a long while. His tone was filled with displeasure, his arms crossed across his chest as he turned to face the young adult, “You almost impaled yourself today on that sword I had you sharpen.”

The brunet looks over towards his mentor, stopping his adjusting of the tail fin with a small sigh escaping him. He knew his brain had been preoccupied, less focused than he usually was, less fine-tuned.

He’d been like this for a few days.

“I don’t know. I just can’t help but worry about her since she’s with Astrid today.”

“That dragon lass?”

Hiccup gives another sigh. He was obvious, he always was about certain things.

“I know Astrid doesn’t seem to trust her, but-”

“Astrid has every right to be, Hiccup. The lass is new, strange, she’s not like the rest of us. She hasn’t even told us who she is.”

Gobber walks over towards Hiccup, placing his human hand onto the younger Viking’s shoulder, his displeasure melting away to reveal a look of understanding.

“I know you trust her, I can see it in the way you look at her… but you have to understand that not everyone thinks like you, just like with Toothless.”

Hiccup frowned. Gobber was right, he usually was in times like this. It had taken a while before all of Berk fully accepted having dragons as companions, but they had known of dragons and had studied them for centuries.

But her… she was new, unheard of… a new adventure.

“Gobber-”

A roar interrupts him, sounding loud and too close for comfort. The tone wasn’t like the tamed dragons that resided in the village, it sounded rougher, meaner.

The two rush out of the blacksmiths, looking towards the edge of the forest and finding two familiar figures, an untamed Monstrous Nightmare towering over them with its wings spread wide.

Hiccup’s heart races, watching as Astrid grips her axe and gets into a fighting position while she is left defenseless, tied up, basically being fed to the dragon on a silver platter.

—

The dragon roars again as it towers over you and Astrid, who is now gripping her freshly sharpened axe, her body tense with a readiness to fight.

You managed to stand from the rock, moving a few steps back as the dragon stalks closer to the two of you. You knew how dangerous this species could be, having seen them engulf their bodies in flames in times of distress.

You begin to struggle against the rope around you, trying to find a weak spot like you had once before. Stretching your wings only gets you so far before the rope pushes back, unwilling to let you escape. Astrid had tied them this time, it only made sense that they were immaculate.

The dragon, whose name you had learned from Hiccup to be the ‘Monstrous Nightmare’ (another fitting name, you think), fully engulfs itself in flames like you know them to do. The heat instantly shocks you, causing you to take a few stumbled steps back.

It seems to be more focused on Astrid than yourself, its head reared in her direction and stalking mainly toward the blonde. Her grip on her axe tightens, raised to defend herself.

As the dragon’s jaw opens, ready to unleash the heat from its mouth, you rush to stand in front of the blond. Your wings, having pushed past the sting of pain due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins, stretch it just enough to where the rope snaps and they spread in a defensive position.

A growl, deep from your chest like your father had taught you, rumbles out of you. One that dragons would give when guarding another dragon, one that parental dragons would give with their young behind them. It was one of the first dragon-like sounds your parents had taught you to make when you were younger.

The Monstrous Nightmare shuts its jaws with a grumble escaping it, the fire on its body slowly dying out until all that’s left is the smoke billowing off of it. It copies your growl, leaning down to look into your eyes, huffing its hot breath into your face.

Your eyes glance off to the side, noticing something hiding off in the bushes behind the Monstrous Nightmare… a baby dragon, it’s baby. You had gotten too close.

This dragon was nothing more than a mother protecting its young.

When you look back into the dragon's eyes, you give a small nod and begin to slowly step back, using your hand and body to move Astrid with you as well. Your growl, once protective and deep, had lightened into one of understanding, showing that you were backing down.

You watch as the dragon looks between you and Astrid while you move further and further away from her and her young, before huffing out once again and turning to return to the forest, seemingly satisfied with how the encounter had ended. Its young keeps its eyes on you two before turning and rushing after its mother.

Once the dragon and its young are out of sight, you stop pushing Astrid backward and turn to face the blonde, ready to ask if she is okay, but you pause…

And you watch as her gaze softens ever so slightly into something other than hate.

[miniwheat77]

You belong to me. (Ghost x Reader.)

!reader is a Virgin, virginity loss, p in v sex, unprotected sex, Ghost is a little possessive, this is age gap smut and you’ve been warned. Ghost is like 40 in this. Absolutely NO minors!

This is not edited so sorry for any mistakes

He doesn’t know what did it.

He doesn’t know which part of you started this… obsession.

Maybe it was your smile. Or your personality. How lively you were for being in the military. It was a cruel job and you still managed to be so happy.

Maybe it was just that you were not his normal type in women. A young virgin. Who despite being exposed to some of the toughest situations out there was still so innocent.

But something caused it, made him have that one dream. He was tucked away in his bed, sound asleep. He seen your face as he fell into a deeper sleep. You were laughing and smiling. Turning to him to acknowledge him as he walked into a room. Greeted him with a kiss.

Ghost woke in a hurry, where on earth it had come from. He doesn’t know. He had never had these feelings for you before this. They came out of nowhere. And it started fast. Like he got sucked into a black hole and could no longer figure a way out. He was gone- done for. Every second he spent around you after that, he dreaded. Because Ghost didn’t do this. He didn’t have feelings for people. But your smile. Your laugh and how it could pierce his ears from what felt like miles away. How when you spoke to him, like you were talking to a friend made his brain foggy as he watched your lips move. Lost in a daze. Most of the time you had to repeat yourself because he was so spaced out he heard none of it.

He knew he was in too deep when he started looking into you.

Finding all of your social media accounts. Coming across every single post you’d ever been featured or tagged in. He knew who your parents and grandparents were and how close you were with some. He even snuck into Price’s office once and stole any file that contained you. He knew everything there was to know about you, down to your shower routine at night.

Ghost knows he’s got to be sick for how obsessed he’d become but he just couldn’t help himself.

When he came to the conclusion that you must be a virgin, he was by your side always.

If anyone else found out that you were a virgin- it would be bad. Especially some of the men who they called enemies. They were cruel and dangerous to women. During any missions at all, Ghost was right with you.

When it started, you didn’t understand it. Why he was all over you all of a sudden but you didn’t mind. You liked Simon. If he wanted to be friends, that’s okay. You didn’t mind. It wasn’t until he was killing for you that he knew he had a problem.

When an enemy had put their hands on you, he was merciless. He could be brutal, violent. But never to you. Not ever. It ate him alive that he liked you so much and he couldn’t have you. You weren’t his. You didn’t have to listen to him, you didn’t have to consider what he said. You had no ties to him whatsoever and it drove him mad. Ghost was bothered deeply by his infatuation with you. You would never go for someone like him, not when he’s old enough to be your dad. Some nights, when it’s especially cold. He can barely stand it. He wants you close to him, by his side at all times. He wants you. He wants it all.

“Alright. let’s have a chat, shall we?” Captain Price’s voice snags Ghost out of his thoughts.

He’s sitting off to one side of the large oak table sat in the middle of the conference room. Everyone else is inside as well. You’re next to him because he chose to sit down next to you. “Obviously, we’re going to go on a break for a few weeks, I wanted you all home for a while to relax before we started up on these next few missions. If you didn’t want to go, I can still find you guys something to do on base. There will still be other commanding officers and some other new recruits keeping it up and running. If you wanted to stay on base I need to know by tomorrow.”

Ghost will always respect Price. Always.

“I’d like to stay on base, Captain.”

Ghost respected him, and right now he almost wanted to give the old man a kiss once you’ve spoken up.

“Okay, Y/N. Anyone else?”

“Me, always.” Ghost mumbles. “Right, obviously.” Captain Price nudges him. “Workaholic.” Price mumbles, making Simon smile underneath his balaclava.

Ghost doesn’t hear another word of the meeting. You don’t say anything else and that’s all he wanted to hear. Although he wondered why you were choosing to stay on base when you had a family.

Once the day came when everyone else left, Ghost was going to miss them. He always did during breaks. Especially on the few he’s been left alone. He missed Price’s lectures. Soaps banter, Gaz’s pranks. He missed them all, they were the only family he had of course. But he didn’t mind this time, not since you’d be around. You keep him company until they came back, if you liked it or not. Ghost was getting soft as he got older, he knew it. But he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t really want to anymore. He liked to be close with people even if he knew it would kill him if he lost any of them.

It takes a few days before Ghost finishes up what he usually does. Cleaning up his room, getting rid of some things. He likes to reset completely when he has the time. When he’s done, he finally decides to seek you out.

It seems as if you’re doing the same, your door is propped open and he walks right inside. “Hey.” You’re reaching for a book on a bookshelf. “Oh, hey Ghost.” You smile at him. You turn back to the bookshelf, turning back to him in a hurry. The book topples over onto you and you step away as the rest follow suit. He can’t help but laugh. “You’re.. not wearing a mask.” You blush. “No, I’m not.” He laughs. “You need help?”

“No I just didn’t expect you to come in here with your face out like that!” You laugh, picking up the books and setting them on your bed. “I mean.. I can put it back on.” He laughs. “No! No- I just. You caught me off guard that’s all.” You blush, avoiding his gaze as you stumble over his words. “You can’t walk in here practically naked, I mean you’re showing so much skin.” You joke. You can actually see his lips turn up in a smile and it makes your chest ache just how handsome he is. “Yeah, I know it’s a lot of handsome to just throw around like this.” He smirks, hearing you laugh. He loves it.

If he could only hear that for the rest of his life, he’d never complain again.

You roll your eyes.

“I see we had the same idea, bit of a reset.”

“Yeah, I just wanted it to all be set up and clean for when we go back out. Swear I’m still cleaning up sand from our trip to Iran.” You laugh. “Oh god me too.” Simon laughs. He sits down on the edge of your bed, watching you as you replace the books. He offers you help of course but you deny it. “I was wondering why you chose to stay, I thought you had mentioned visiting your parents?” Ghost doesn’t miss the way you stiffen.

“Uh.. well.” You turn to him. “It’s.. kind’ve… personal I guess.” You mumble. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He looks up at you. “It’s just this.. family friend we have.” You start, looking at the cover of the book in your hands. “He’s been my dad’s friend since I was in my early teens.” Ghosts hair stands up, worried at where you’re going with this. You sit down at the small desk you have in your room. “He always acted really weird when I was around and when I was home last… he tried.” You pause. “He tried making a pass at me, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. It turned into this whole thing. My dad got involved and him and my mum didn’t believe me. They believed him. So yeah, they planned this big party for me to come back. But I found out they invited him so I lied and said I was stuck here. But.. I think you needed some company anyways.” You smile. You’re trying to make light of what you’ve just told him.

“I’m sorry to hear that. He didn’t touch you did he?”

Ghost knows he’ll track him down. Torture him for laying a finger on you.

“He tried.”

Ghost nods. “He left with a bloody nose.” You laugh. “You know, if he ever does anything to you. This entire base will have his head on a pike.” He looks up at you. The way he looks at you has chills rising on your body. He’s deadly serious. You smile. “I appreciate it, but I don’t plan on going back. Not when they sided with him so easily.” You laugh. “Ah, you get to missing them too much, just take me with you. I’ll be your body guard.” He laughs. Inside, Ghost is seething. How dare he. How dare he try to hurt you.

“I appreciate it, but I’m not putting you through that. They’re hard to get along with. Besides that if I brought him a guy twice my age I’d probably give my dad a heart attack.” Ghost laughs at this. “What the man doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” He winks, seeing the pink rise to your cheeks has you turning away from him.

“You’re funny.” You giggle.

———

For the next couple of weeks, you spend nearly every second of every day with Ghost. He helps you with your chores, you help him with his. You get done faster and get to spend even more time doing practically nothing together. You aid on a couple of spare missions, he shows you a little bit of mechanic work, he even rents a rental car in the town you’re in so that he could show you around. It’s by far some of the most fun you’ve ever had and you like being so close to Ghost. But there’s been something nagging at you in the back of your mind.

And that’s your growing feelings for him.

Your parents have nonstop harassed you to come home, even if it’s for a couple days. You ended up folding but the thought of leaving Ghost here alone drives you crazy. You never thought you’d be so close to the Lieutenant.

You’re sitting at the edge of your bed when he knocks at your door. Right about now, the two of you would be going down to have dinner. But this time, he shows up with trays in his hands. You smile as you open the door. “Mess hall is full, thought I’d bring you something before there’s nothing left.” He laughs. “Thanks Ghost.” You smile. “Is something going on?” He asks.

“Ah… I just.. thought I’d ask you something.” You say nervously. “What’s up?” He asks. “Well.. my parents have been nagging me to go home.” You sigh. He nods his head, sitting down at your desk. “And.. I told them I’d go home for just a couple days, no longer than a week.” You shrug. He nods his head. “Yeah? Are you going to be okay?”

“See that’s the thing. I.. was wondering.” You laugh. “If you’d go as like.. my.. I don’t know.” You pause. “Pretend boyfriend?” You laugh. He turns to you. “Yeah, no problem.” He looks up at you. “Wait really?” You ask.

“Course, not like I got anything better to do. Besides, if that bastard puts his hands on you it gives me an excuse to hurt him.” He shrugs. You laugh. “Hey. I really appreciate it. You have no idea.” You breathe out a sigh of relief. “My dad is probably going to give you a lot of grief for how old you are though.” Ghost laughs. “Love, I’m in the military. I’ll be just fine.” You smile. Thank god.

———

You sigh, which makes Ghost turn his head to you. “What’s going on?” He asks. He’s pulling into the driveway. “That’s.. his car.” You sigh. “Hey.” He places his hand on your thigh to reassure you. “He’s not going to do anything. I swear I won’t leave your side.” You smile. “Thank you Ghost.”

Captain Price was surprised to hear that the two of you had left together, but after speaking to Simon in private he understood why. Simon felt a little bad for spilling your business but he was your Captain after all. You still had another few weeks before you were due back anyways, you had time to kill. Ghost helps you unload your bags. Carrying them up to the front door with you. Once you reach the door, your mum opens it up.

She’s shocked to see that you aren’t alone.

“Hi Y/N!” She smiles. Bringing you into a hug. “Hey.” You mumble. “Who is your friend?” She asks. “Oh uh.. this is Simon.” You nod. Simon reached his hand out. You can tell your mum is slightly intimidated by the sheer size of him. She takes his hand anyways.

“My boyfriend.”

Your mums eyes nearly bulge out of her head when those words leave your lips but she smiles nonetheless. “It’s nice to meet you, Simon.” She stands to the side. Allowing the both of you inside. “Your dad and Mike are in the back.” She smiles. Ghost can see you go stiff.

So his name is Mike.

“Simon I can show you Y/N’s room. So that you can go see your dad.” She turns to you. “That’s alright, Y/N said she wanted to show me her old room.” He smiles, rejecting her offer. You mentally thanked him. “Oh alright than. Well. I’m just finishing up dinner.” She smiles. “You know where to find us.”

You nod your head, leading Simon up to your old bedroom. “You are literally a life saver Simon.” You mumble the moment the door is closed. He laughs. “So.. am I staying in here with you. They got any strict rules?” He laughs. “No weird rules but there’s only one bed.” You blush. “That’s alright. Just don’t be a blanket hog.” He nudges you. “Let’s go meet Mike.” He grasps your wrist, tugging you along. You groan out. “I know you wanna bite his head off Simon but you can’t.”

“Says who?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Definitely not me.” You mumble. You lead Simon out to the back door to the back yard where everyone now sits. He opens up the door for you, your mum notices how kind he is to you immediately. She didn’t say anything to your dad yet, unsure of how this would go. It’s quiet the moment the both of you move closer. “Uh.. hey honey.” your dad smiles. He’s skeptical. “Who’s this?” He stands up. Ghost sees the man that’s made you uncomfortable. Staring him down from the moment they lock eyes. Only looking away to shake your dad’s hand. “I’m Simon.” He smiles.

“My boyfriend.” You finish for him. Your dad nods. “Nice to meet you Simon. You seem a little old.”

“Ah, to be honest I thought Y/N was older, she’s pretty mature for her age.” He nods. “Yeah, that’s true. She’s a good girl. Smart too.”

“Absolutely.” Simon agrees. Simon can see that Mike is uncomfortable upon hearing that you’ve got a boyfriend. It only makes Simon want to tear him to shreds even more. ��Oh uh. Simon. This is Mike, he’s a family friend.”

Simon is sure to grip his hand extra hard as he shakes it. Towering over him. He wants him to feel small.

“Let’s sit for dinner yeah?” Your mum breaks the awkward silence.

It was nice enough outside to be able to sit outside to eat. Everyone keeps asking about Simon. How the two of you met and how you came to be. Simon made up something cute on the spot and you couldn’t deny the butterflies it gave you. Simon is a great man, and it sucks that you have to fake this.

“Hey Y/N. You mind helping me get some stuff out of my car?” Mike speaks up.

“Nonsense, no reason she should do it when I’m around. I’ll help you.” Simon Stands up from the bench. Mike stiffens up. It’s clear that there he had an ulterior motive. He’ll most likely have to come up with something in the spot. Simon expects him to say “oh I forgot.”

He leads Simon to his trunk.

Simon quickly notices that it’s empty. “Oh shoot. Maybe I forgot to put it in here after all.” Simon lets out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure it’s not that you wanted to get Y/N alone so you could be a fucking creep toward her some more.”

“Excuse me?”

Simon grasps hold of the man, slamming into the back of the car. His hands gripping his lapels.

“She told me about you. And I’m not gonna let her be alone around you because you’re a fucking freak. If you even so much as look at her wrong I’ll bury you. And nobody will ever know where to find you. Do I make myself clear?”

Mike nods his head eagerly. “Yes I understand.” He flinches. “Great. Don’t come around again while she’s here. If I see your face again we’re going to have a problem. And if you tell her dad about this conversation we had, I’ll be sure to make the bullshit worth my while. Now go back in there and let them know you’ve forgotten about something and that you have to go.” He nods his head, and finally Simon lets him go. They both walk back into the house and Simon returns to his spot next to you. “I must’ve forgotten it at home, but my boss called me and asked me to come in for some last minute questions, so unfortunately I’ll have to get going.”

He looks pale. You know immediately something has happened. “Aw, sorry to hear that Mike. You have a good day alright?” Your mum smiles. Simon wants to scowl at her but knows he can’t.

It’s getting late. Both you and Simon are tired from the time zones and your parents are going to go play Bingo, Mike invited them out.

Unusual when you were home. Simon must’ve really scared him. “You two get some rest, we’ll be home later tonight.” Your mum smiles. Once they’ve left, the weight leaves your shoulders. “Fuck me, thank god.” You laugh. You start up the stairs and Simon follows you. “What did you say to him?”

“What are you talking about?” He asks. “Mike looked like he’d seen a damn ghost, you know exactly what I’m talking about. What’d you do to him?”

“Me? Say something to Mike? No way.” He smirks. He stretches back and his jacket raises and you can see his toned stomach, you have to turn away. Swallowing hard. “Liar.”

“I’m the Ghost he seen, darling. But you don’t have to worry about him anymore. Alright?” He forces you to look at him. Nodding your head. “Thank you Simon.”

“Nothing to it sweetheart.” He laughs. “Your parents probably think you’re going through a crisis. Did you see the way they looked at me all day?”

“Yeah. It’s just because you’re older.” You giggle, laying down on the bed. Simon throws himself down beside you. “First guy I’ve ever brought home and you’re almost as old as my dad.” You laugh. You freeze up as the words leave your mouth. “I- I mean-“

“No worries, your secret is safe with me.” He turns to look at you. “What?”

Simon chuckles. “I know that you’re a virgin Y/N.” You can feel your blood run cold. “What? How do you know that?”

Ghost laughs. “I can just tell.” You look down, blushing.

“Hey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He rolls onto his side, resting on his hand. “It’s actually kind’ve impressive. As pretty as you are I’m surprised nobody has scooped you up and married you yet.” He laughs.

“You think I’m pretty?” You look up at him.

He laughs. “Of course I do. What do you mean?”

“I don’t know.. I guess I just never thought that much into it. I didn’t think I was that pretty.”

“So clearly you’ve never looked to a mirror.” He rolls his eyes. “Tough talk coming from you. I had no idea how handsome you were until you surprised me without a mask on.” You roll your eyes. “Oh? Handsome? Don’t let your panties get too wet.” he winks. Crimson creeps up your cheeks and you shake your head at him. “Shut up. You’re so full of yourself.” You roll your eyes. He laughs. “I’m kidding.”

Once the conversation has died down, you’ve nuzzled closer to him unintentionally.

“Y/N.” He speaks up out of the blue.

“Yeah?” You look at him. “There’s a way to make this easier yknow.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean.. we’re faking it. Right?”

“Yeah?”

“What if we didn’t?”

You sit up, looking at him in confusion. The way your hair falls perfectly as you look at him, so beautiful when you’re confused. “I don’t think I understand.” You laugh. “What if we didn’t fake it?”

“Are.. are you saying that-“

“I want you to be my girlfriend.”

You didn’t understand metaphors in person until those words left his lips and the earth stopped spinning. It feels like your blood freezes over in your veins. “I-“ you freeze up. He sits up. Taking your hand in his. “I know I’m throwing a lot at you right now. But I’ve felt this way about you for some time. I mean you had to have noticed me coming around you more right?”

“I.. I guess so. I just thought it was because… well I don’t know.” You blush, looking down. “I know a little bit more about you than I should.. and I know it’s wrong of me. You’re so young and I can’t ask you to give up your life for me.” He breathes. “How?”

“I did a little snooping. Through your social media. And.. your file.”

“My file? Like the one in our Captain’s office?”

He shrugs.

Heat pools between your legs, you’ve never been so attracted to anyone in your entire life. “You.. stole files to get to know me?” You look up at him. “Well when you put it that way it sounds like I’m a creep.”

“You are a creep. If you wanted to know you could’ve asked me.” You smirk. You’re clearly poking fun at him. “Yeah, doesn’t take a genius to see how perfectly innocent you are. You n your perfect unfucked pussy.”

Your mouth drops open and you shove him back. “I’m kidding- I’m kidding.” He laughs. “Watch your mouth, Riley. I might be a girl but I’ll still kick your ass.”

“I believe it. I’ll be on my best behavior.” He laughs.

“So what do you say?”

“You really want me to be your girlfriend?” You ask. He nods. “You’re not just saying that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not going to have sex with me and than dump me are you?”

He looks stunned by your question. “I might be an asshole but jeez. Have some faith in me.” He mumbles.

“Fine.” You laugh. “Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Good, god I’ve been waiting for this.” He sits up, pressing his lips to yours immediately.

He pulls you back beside him, his lips not moving from yours until he feels he’s had enough. He pulls you closer into his side, tugging the blanket up over the both of you.

Simon almost never sleeps well. He spends most of his time awake, seeing nothing but darkness. But with the bedside lamp on, he can see you clearly. And he thinks you’re even more beautiful asleep.

He knows how stressful this has been for you. You never stopped tapping your foot once you left the airport. You never noticed him making an attempt to soothe you. Holding it still so that you would relax a little more. You briefly feel his fingertips gliding through your hair. You’re peaceful when you’re asleep. Nothing bad. You’re safe here, so long as Simon is around.

He only hopes you’ll want him around forever.

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“Honey… is everything okay?” Your mum asks. Simon is still asleep, it’s early. You’re sitting down across from her at your table.

“What? Why?”

“Because.. Simon is so much older than you honey. You.. you don’t really expect this to go anywhere do you?”

You pause, looking up at her. “Excuse me?” You cross your arms. “Y/N… I’m not trying to be mean okay. It’s just.. men like Simon don’t want a relationship. They just want-“

You raise your hand up, stopping her.

“Don’t you dare categorize Simon.”

She sighs. “Y/N. You know that’s not what I mean. I just mean that men like Simon only have one thing on their mind.”

“Yeah? And that is?”

“You know exactly what I mean Y/N.”

“Sex? You think he’s only with me for sex?”

“Y/N… lower your voice.” She seethes.

“Yeah well if he only wanted me for sex he’d be long gone by now.” Her eyes widen.

“You’ve already slept with him? How long have you been together?”

“Couple weeks.” You shrug. She shakes her head. “I thought we raised you better than this.” You freeze, looking up at her and laughing. “I don’t even want to hear any of that considering you wouldn’t even side with your own daughter after Mike made a pass at me.”

“Not this again Y/N.”

“Yeah, not anymore. Because if he touches me again Simon is going to break his hand.”

She shakes her head. “What has gotten into you?”

“I’m not a kid anymore. I can make my own decisions. I mean for christ’s sake, I kill people for a living.” You scoff. “And for the record. Simon isn’t like other guys. I’ve watched him kill people for trying to hurt me.” You laugh, standing up. “I think we’ll probably be heading out first thing in the morning, this was clearly a mistake.” You make your way upstairs. “Maybe we won’t be here when you change your mind, when he hurts you.”

“You wouldn’t be there anyways.” You roll your eyes. You hear her leave through the front door. Her car starting.

You make your way upstairs. Simon sitting at the edge of the bed. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Did you hear that?”

Simon nods his head. “I’m sorry Y/N.” He breathes. “Mike is a fucking creep and they’re fucked up for not believing you.”

“What? No. That’s- no.” You laugh. “I could care less about them believing me about Mike. It’s her shit talking you that drives me crazy. You’ve always been good to me and that’s wrong of her to say.”

Simon laughs. “I don’t exactly have the best rep Y/N. You should’ve known that before you started dating me.”

You turn to look at him, and the look in your eyes has his smile fading. “I… I’m sorry.” He scratches the back of his head nervously.

“Don’t be.” You mumble the words under your breath. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to offend you-“ you start toward him, kissing him hard. You push him back into the bed. “Woah- Y/N.” He pushes you up. “What are you doing?” He breathes. A gasp leaving his lips when you climb on top of him to straddle him. “Shit.” He grits his teeth. “Hey- listen. You aren’t thinking straight.” You look up at him, eyes dripping lust. “I’m thinking just fine.”

He grits his teeth as you rock your hips down into him. He quickly flips you over. “Y/N. You’re not ready for this.”

“Simon.” You’re breathless as you look up at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for this, to be honest.”

He stares down at you. God he wants this, of course he does. But he doesn’t want to take advantage of you. That’s not him. He lowers himself down again, locking his lips with yours. Your heart is thumping in your chest and he can hear it. “Is this really where you want to do this?” He pulls away. You look around. Biting back a smirk. “I’ll take that as a yeah.” He shakes his head, standing up. The door doesn’t have a lock, so he puts a chair up in front of it. When he turns back you’ve already shed your shirt, and you’re working on your pants. He’s still wearing sweatpants.

“I don’t have anything..” he sighs. “It’s okay.” You nod.

He pushes you back, moving himself between your legs. “You trust me?” He asks. You nod your head. Looking up at him. “M’gonna try not to hurt you.” He breathes. “I want you to know that I’d never take advantage of you. If you don’t like anything at all, you tell me.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I know.”

He slides down the soft pajama pants you’ve got on. He tried so hard not to smother you the night before. He wants it all with you but knows not to move too fast, he doesn’t want to scare you off. He kisses you, moving lower down your body. Scattering kisses over your soft skin. Hearing you whine out as he moves down your chest. Over your stomach and onto your thighs. You lift your head, looking him in the eyes as he glides his tongue through your folds for the first time. The first time you’ve ever been touched by a man. Your eyes grow heavy, and you gasp. He sucks at your clit and watches you squirm as he tongues your clit. You try to clamp your thighs shut but he forces them open. Wanting you to get used to him touching you, relax you a little bit. He’s going to need you relaxed for when he enters you for the first time. He keeps it up for a few minutes until your thighs are shivering. You’re right on the edge but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

Pulling away just as he’s got you to the edge. Hearing you whine out.

You’re already sweaty and your legs are jello.

“Relax. You’re ready for me sweetheart.” He moves himself between your legs, kissing back up your stomach and chest. “You are so beautiful like this. So beautiful.” He shakes his head. “I’m gonna fuck you now. Do you think you can handle it?” He asks. “Yes.” You answer fast. He pushes his sweats down to his mid thigh.

Just then, you hear the door close downstairs. “Shh. It’s alright.” He spits in his hand, gliding it over his cock. Slicking himself up as much as he can. Not wanting to hurt you any more than he has to. He holds your thighs open. Lining himself up with your entrance. He starts to slip between the folds of your pussy, your mouth popping open. He knows you’re about to cry out, clamping a hand over your mouth and burying himself the rest of the way inside of you. Sealing the deal.

This isn’t just casual anymore. You’re his now.

He lowers himself down. Still halted.

“You belong to me.”

You cry into his hand but he muffles it. He slides himself out of you and rocks his hips back into you. Feeling the wetness of your tears on his hand. “My god you are tight.” He breathes. Clenching his eyes shut. He rocks into you at a steady pace. A knock at the door has you going stiff and he rests his hand on your stomach. The other around your mouth still. He draws his hand away from your stomach, pressing his index finger over his lips. Shushing you.

“Y/N. We need to talk.”

It’s your dad.

Simon slowly draws his hand away from your mouth. Making sure you’ll be quiet. But he doesn’t stop his thrusts.

“Okay- I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Mike is here.”

Simon grits his teeth, shaking his head. “I said I’ll be down in a minute.”

Your dad sighs at the other end of the door. His footsteps disappearing down the stairs.

“Focus on me. M’gonna make you feel good baby.” He breathes.

He adjusts himself to be angled just right. Holding you still as he starts to rock himself into that one spot. Your mouth falls open the first time he brushes up against it. That spongy spot that’s so sensitive. “Cover your mouth darling. S’alright. Just relax.” He’s whispering. His voice so low you can barely hear it. You clamp your own hand on your mouth as he holds your hips steady, rocking into you. You’re barely keeping it together and that’s what he wants. He wants you to fall apart. He wants you on him. Clamping down around him. He wants to draw you in closer. You’re his and he wants to show you that. He holds you steady, keeping the same pace. He wants to be more rough but knows you aren’t quite ready for that. He moves your hand away from your mouth to kiss you. His lips move against yours sloppily and you notice his thrusts are a little sloppy as well. He’s getting close, but so are you. The unfamiliar feelings of a knot builds in your lower belly.

His teeth latch onto your bottom lip. Pulling it between his teeth and sucking at it. Your whines egg him on. Pulling him into you. He’s addicted.

“Simon… I’m really close.” You whine. Your voice is low and he knows nobody can hear you. Thank god, they don’t deserve to hear such angelic noises. You’re good. You’re the perfect amount of good Simon needs in his dark life. You make him better. His cock throbs hard inside of you. He grits his teeth. “It’s okay, you don’t have to be so gentle with me. I can take it.” You breathe, looking up at him. He laughs. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into baby.”

“I think I do.”

Simon lifts you up, laying you down on the floor, if they’re downstairs, they’ll hear the bed creaking. He pushes your legs up, and starts his bruising pace. Fucking into you like it’ll be the last time. Your eyes widen, but he clamps a hand over your mouth. “You wanted this. You can take it.” He growls. Your eyes roll back and you fall apart. Throbbing around him as you reach your high. You’re clamping down around him tightly and he can barely keep himself together. Of all of the people you thought you might lost your virginity to, Ghost was never one of them.

He takes one last hard thrust, jawline clenching up as he grits his teeth. His eyes screw shut and you realize that’s he’s just finished inside of you. Your eyes widen as you feel his warmth filling you.

He relaxes himself into you.

“Fuck- m’sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking I just couldn’t stop myself.” He breathes. “It’s okay.” You look up at him. You’re mesmerized by him.

He laughs, letting his head hang. “You can’t look at me like that. I won’t let you walk away.” He laughs.

You let your head rest against the floor. “You have to go with me.”

“I wouldn’t let you go down there alone. Not with that prick down there.” Simon growls. Sliding out of you. You gasp out as he does.

You redress yourselves, Simon letting you borrow one of his hoodies. A way to assert dominance, but you didn’t need to know that.

You make your way downstairs and he follows close behind. “What’s going on?” You ask.

“Mike wanted to apologize.”

Simon grips your hand in his. Pulling you closer. “What?”

“I shouldn’t have done what I did and I’m sorry Y/N.” You swallow hard. Your mum and dad look guilty. “We have to apologize too. For not believing you.” Your dad speaks up. “I don’t forgive you. Not any of you.” You breathe. “We’re heading out first thing in the morning and I won’t be back until I’m ready to.”

You pull Simon along, out the front door.

“How about I show you around? Where I grew up.” He smiles. “Course.” He smiles. Following you down the drive of your parents’ house. “You’ll have to show me where you grew up sometime.” You smile. “Yeah, of course. I’d love to darling.” He laughs. “You’re a strong girl you know that?” He opens up the car door for you. “I don’t know.”

“M’serious. You’re brave and strong. They don’t deserve a girl like you.”

You smile.

“So what does that tell you?” You ask. He moves closer. “I don’t know.” His lips ghost over yours.

“Don’t fuck it up, Riley.”

[scariusaquarius]

rehab. 27.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: it's been so hard to get any sleep as of late and I have no idea why. I already have insomnia rip. I noticed it got worse after getting the Nexplanon birth control. Has anybody else experienced this? aNYWAY PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR A N G S T. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. chapter 26

After a while of just enjoying the music together, a soft knock on the door had the two super soldier's becoming alert. While Bucky turned to see who was knocking, (Y/n) had just stiffened; staring straight ahead as if to be at attention.

When Bucky noticed Steve standing there, he left the music on auto-play before leaving the room. Steve was gazing at (Y/n) as she slowly relaxed, and Bucky greeted the man with a curious look on his face as he closed the lab door.

"What's going on, Steve?"

Steve glanced at Bucky, stating gently.

"We know how HYDRA was able to infiltrate Wakanda. Come on."

Bucky was reluctant, glancing at (Y/n) for a moment, and Steve tilted his head slightly before he comforted.

"Don't worry, she'll be okay."

Bucky rolled his eyes, mumbling.

"I wasn't worried. Give me the rundown."

Steve snorted, raising his blonde brow at Bucky as the two of them began to walk to the meeting room and he teased the ex-assassin lightly.

"Are you sure? Seems like you're pretty worried."

"Shut up, punk, and just tell me what's going on, would you?"

Steve chuckled while Bucky rolled his eyes, and Steve began to launch himself into an explanation of all of the evidence the Avengers had gathered thanks to Wanda and Rollins.

"King T'Challa informed us that he had sent some advisors to the US for diplomacy and discussing some tech-sharing agreements and contracts. We think Rollins intercepted the delegation, forced the advisors to sneak them in, and when the advisors came back with the equipment, HYDRA was hiding in one of the shipments."

Bucky frowned, asking as he crossed his arms, looking over the files and plans.

"How did they get in undetected?"

Steve sighed and explained, his eyes glancing at Bucky.

"We think that the three scientists were threatened, so they bypassed the system by scanning the shipments that HYDRA was hiding in directly. Then, they escaped to the Serpents Valley to hide out until Rollins gave his orders."

Bucky's brow furrowed deeply, annoyance settling deep within his body, and he asked with a low tone to his voice.

"We got them all, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks to Wanda making Rollins' talk, we were able to get the jump on them. They're being escorted to the US as we speak. Shuri and Tony are teaming up to start investigating the other locations that Rollins gave us."

Bucky nodded, staying quiet for a moment before Steve looked at Bucky, giving the man a soft yet apologetic look. Bucky became uncomfortable, looking at Steve with a confused expression.

"What is it?"

Steve sighed before he opened up gently and softly.

"I'm sorry that I doubted you, Buck. I thought that everything was starting to take its toll on you, especially with what happened with Rollins. I know that you didn't want to do this in the beginning, and I pushed that onto you."

Bucky looked surprised before he turned away, crossing his arms and shaking his head slightly as his hair hung slightly within his face.

"At first, I hated the idea. We didn't know who this woman was, didn't know what her orders were...it was an unknown and a huge risk that we took with her,"

His voice paused, a thoughtful expression flashing through his eyes as Bucky continued.

"but now that we know who she is, what they did...what I did...I feel like I owe it to her...like we have a chance. She's been making incredible progress...faster than what I was able to do. I want to help, Steve. So, when you guys go to take down HYDRA...I'm going to stay here with (Y/n)."

Steve's eyes softened, a small smile coming across his face, and Bucky became embarrassed, looking away to stare down at the plans.

"I'm proud of you, Buck."

Bucky just rolled his eyes, but the sentiment was appreciated, his chest swelling slightly. Bucky shrugged, deflecting just the slightest though Steve picked up on it immediately.

"Have to let it go at some point."

"Right."

Bucky gave Steve an exasperated look before he turned, asking Steve as he began to go back to the lab.

"Just keep me updated...and let me know if I need to help."

Steve nodded, and Bucky walked off. Rubbing the back of his neck, Bucky pursed his lips and began to think. If Bucky had to admit it, he was a bit embarrassed that he never thought of them sneaking in through shipments. If HYDRA was known for anything, it was the outlandish ways that they infiltrated places. They were creative and strategic, like cuckoos planting their eggs in another nest.

At the end of it all, Bucky was just happy and relieved that there was finally an opportunity that he, and everyone else affected by HYDRA, could finally rest.

Though, Bucky knew that it wouldn't be that easy. There would still be fallout; a stray agent here and there, but it was finally starting to seem as though the horizon was finally starting to brighten.

When Bucky got back to the lab, his steps froze; planted straight to the ground. In the lab, (Y/n) was hunched over, her arms crossed and being used a pillow as she slept. Her breathing was slow and even, her face completely relaxed, and Bucky's steps became completely undetectable.

The music was still playing, Doris Day's soft voice filtering through the speakers, and Bucky couldn't help but to observe the woman. Her face was calm; unmarred by the hell that came with HYDRA, and Bucky carefully sat down in a chair just adjacent to her. He was careful and quiet as to not disturb her peaceful slumber, and he turned the music down just the slightest.

Although he was trying not to make it seem like he was keeping watch, his body stood alert, his eyes darting around the room and exits. He didn't mean to be so on guard, but Bucky couldn't help it.

Despite the inner turmoil of whether or not Bucky had a right to help her and to be with her, Bucky couldn't help but to feel a strange sense of protectiveness coming over himself as he looked at her.

This woman whose whole life was constructed and concocted since the moment she was born...she had no idea who she could have been without HYDRA. What person she could have become, what decisions she could have made for herself, what her interests and hobbies could have been.

Fidgeting slightly, Bucky slipped his hair up into a half man-bun before resting his elbows onto the table, clasping his hands together. Pursing his lips a little, his eyes looked down at the table as Doris' voice echoed through the room.

"Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you..."

Suddenly, (Y/n) shifted a bit in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly, and Bucky held his breath as she seemed to settle deeper into sleep. A small sigh escaped her scarred and chapped lips, and Bucky finally relaxed again. In his mind, Bucky couldn't help but to think.

'You must be so tired...when's the last time you ever had a peaceful and comfortable sleep?'

There were nights where peaceful sleep was hard to come by. Nightmares would plague him at every turn, every second that he had a moment to be by himself within his thoughts. In a childish way, Bucky couldn't help but to be jealous of the way (Y/n) was sleeping peacefully.

Then again, it was probably the first comfortable sleep that she'd had in a long time. Did she feel safe now, even if it was subconscious? Was she dreaming? Remembering? Bucky's toes curled within his boots a bit, and he became nervous.

What if she was remembering him? The man that helped do this to her? What if she never forgave him? Bucky bit his lip, and he shook his head a little bit. He couldn't think like that. He had to stay positive.

Even if it was hard.

Bucky's eyes flicked to (Y/n) when she flinched, and he immediately noticed the tell-tale signs of a nightmare. She was trembling in her sleep, her brows furrowed deeply, and she was mumbling, but nothing that was coherent. Bits and pieces, whimpers and sniffles, and Bucky wasn't sure what to do.

If he tried to wake her up, there was a possibility of her becoming hostile. While, yes, he could take her in a fight (as he had found out when they first met) but he didn't want it to end up in a fight.

Pursing his lips again, Bucky grabbed his phone and began to play The Everly Brothers again. He turned the music up a bit, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she began to calm down again.

For a moment, she slept again before her eyes began to flutter a little. Her heart rate began to quicken, and she immediately woke up, alert yet disoriented. Her gaze looked around before landing on Bucky, and he comforted her gently.

"Hey, it's okay."

(Y/n) blinked a bit, and she glanced around the lab again before looking at the speaker. She whispered softly after a moment of hesitation.

"I was...dreaming."

Bucky leaned forward, asking her softly.

"What were you dreaming about?"

Her eyes became distant for a moment before she whispered softly in a tone that was unsure.

"Rebecca."

Bucky's heart dropped into his stomach. He hadn't been expecting her to say his little sister's name, but his heart began to race anyway. Rebecca's face came through his mind, and he swallowed thickly. His eyes watered just the slightest, and it took everything in him to keep his voice steady.

"Rebecca? Who...um, who was she to you?"

(Y/n) seemed to pick up on his hesitation, and she tilted her head a little before she glanced away from him, her eyes becoming distant again.

"The woods...we met in the woods. She...smelled like ivory."

Bucky listened intently and patiently, his jaw clenching just the slightest, and she continued slowly while her brow furrowed as if she was confused.

"She was...a friend...I think. She was...pretty...in the sunlight."

Bucky didn't know why, but his heart began to palpitate. Although Bucky remembered his family, remembered Rebecca, it had been a long time since he'd seen her. Hell, Bucky wasn't even sure if she was alive anymore.

He was too afraid, and too ashamed, to find out.

So, instead, Bucky immediately began to latch onto what (Y/n) was saying; envisioning Rebecca the best that he could as the woman spoke.

"What did she look like? Do you remember?"

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed a bit, and she became unsure, rubbing her fingers as she thought.

"I...don't remember...but her voice...I remember. She spoke about the flowers...and how she missed her brother...James."

Like a gut-punch, Bucky's breath was stolen, and the tears began to come out of his eyes. Covering his mouth slightly, he tried to be quiet; tried to conceal his torment, and (Y/n) looked over at him in confusion. She wasn't sure what to do or say. Did she hurt him?

"I...I'm sorry..! I didn't...I didn't mean to hurt you."

She became afraid, closing up, and Bucky exclaimed loudly enough to make (Y/n) jolt.

"No! No...fuck, I'm sorry. I just...sorry."

He got up, the chair screeching across the floor, and Bucky left the room. The second that he was outside of the lab and away from the window, Bucky collapsed against the wall and began to cry. Holding his hands to his head, Bucky's jaw clenched as he tried to stifle his cries, but the pain was too much; the memories too much.

He should have never stayed at Camp Lenigh with Major Samson.

What had Rebecca thought for all of those years when he had been declared KIA? Granted, he was declared dead for a long time, so she must have moved on at some point...but Bucky didn't think that Rebecca would still think about him after all that time. His heart was shattered, and he couldn't help but to think about how much he missed her. How he missed his mom, his dad...home.

What did it look like now? Was the house still there up on the hill; hidden within the flourishing woods that Bucky knew all-too-well? Was his mothers favorite willow tree still in the yard by the dirt road?

Bucky hadn't tried to visit Shelbyville once. While yes, his home had been in Camp Lenigh for a while, and then Brooklyn after leaving Shelbyville, Bucky had always missed the familiarity that came with the countryside. He had difficulty adjusting to the city life when he moved, getting into fights and learning the way of the streets.

That's how he met Steve; such a scrawny, sickly little thing that had way more bark than he did bite, even if he tried. Bucky had done everything he could to protect Steve, adopting him as if he was his own brother; trying to find that sibling connection that he had lost when Rebecca was sent to boarding school and he left Virginia.

Bucky wondered if Rebecca had kept all of his letters; if she ever reread them sometimes. The soft pattering of feet made Bucky glance up, and he was surprised to see (Y/n) standing there. She looked confused, as if she didn't know why she was there in the first place, but she stayed deathly still as she looked down at him.

She observed his wet cheeks and crying eyes, and she slowly knelt down in front of him before cautiously placing her arms in front of him. Bucky was confused for a moment before he realized what she was trying to do.

She was trying to comfort him.

Slowly, Bucky's hands came to her arms, and the image became a mirror of before when she had held onto him; coming down from her panic attack from seeing Rollins.

Bucky, however, did not grip her arms as tightly as she had; understanding that he was still stronger than her by a large margin and not wanting to hurt her anymore than HYDRA, and he, had. (Y/n) tensed slightly before her voice, soft and grounding, spoke gently.

"There you go."

If Bucky hadn't been so sad, he would have chuckled at the robotic way it had come out. His heart swelled a bit, and he took a few deep breaths. When Bucky calmed down enough, his touch softened more, and he murmured shakily.

"I'm sorry."

(Y/n) looked confused for a moment before she asked him quietly.

"Почему ты плачешь?" (why are you crying?)

Bucky closed his eyes, wondering if he should tell her the truth. Granted, Bucky knew that she would know if he was lying or not. Winter Soldiers were trained to detect deception from their targets when desiring information; focusing on every micro-expression, their words, the tone of their voice...there was never any hiding from a Winter Soldier. Ever.

"I was thinking about...my little sister. That's all. Her name was Rebecca too."

"Was she pretty in the sunlight too?"

Bucky let out a breathless laugh, more tears falling down his face as he nodded extravagantly.

"Yes. Yes, she was."

His voice was broken, a regret within his tone that (Y/n) picked up on immediately, and she wasn't sure what to do. Staring down at his hands that were holding onto her arm, she pursed her lips before apologizing with a broken look within her eyes.

"Извините, я не знаю, что делать. Пожалуйста... скажите мне, как завершить мою миссию." (i'm sorry, i don't know what to do. please tell me how to complete my mission)

Bucky quieted for a moment, shaking his head as he tried to think of what to say. He asked her, a confused look settling on his face.

"Your mission?"

(Y/n) nodded, whispering softly.

"Да." (yes)

Bucky pressed further, sitting up just the slightest as (Y/n) continued to look down at his hands, her gaze seemingly distracted as she admired the warmth and cold of each limb that was upon her skin.

"What do you mean 'your mission'?"

(Y/n) then looked up at Bucky, stating seriously as she gathered the correct words to use.

"My mission...to remember...and...escape HYDRA. я готов отвечать." (i'm ready to comply/i'm ready to answer)

Give them a new face to look at.

Bucky stated gently, looking deep into her (e/c) eyes that were gazing into his so intensely that he almost couldn't handle the weight of her gaze.

"That's up for you to decide. I can't help you like that...all I can do is be here with you...to support you."

Her brows furrowed in confusion and worry, her head tilting slightly.

"Что делать, если я не выполню свою миссию удовлетворительно?" (what if i do not complete my mission satisfactorily)

Bucky carefully moved his vibranium hand to her shoulder, the woman squaring them the second he touched her as he whispered to her.

"Потом мы можем попробовать снова. Столько раз, сколько потребуется. Я не откажусь от тебя." (then we try again. as many times as it takes. i won't give up on you)

(Y/n)'s eyes widened slightly before she looked down at his dog tags that hung heavily around his neck. She'd heard the phrase before, but spoken in harsh tones and angry touches that delegated the inability to fail.

But the words gave her a new insight; a strange feeling that didn't make her scared. Instead, (Y/n)'s shoulders slowly relaxed, and she stated suddenly.

"It..it is fuzzy...but...I remember that...two little ones...were often with her."

Bucky's eyes filled with tears again as he listened closely, a feeling of happiness going through him at the realization that he actually did have family...that at some point, he had became an uncle. Despite this, there was also a feeling of despair to know that he had never been there for them. Did they know that he was alive? Did they know the things that he had done?

Would they even want to know him?

"She would tell me...about her brother...about the time...they were in the woods...and he made fun of her for being afraid of the bugs."

Bucky chuckled softly as the memories when through him, and (Y/n) took a moment to think again, trying to remember more.

"She...she left me too...one day. I...I was taken away...and I don't remember any more."

HYDRA thought it would build emotional range. Make (Y/n) more adaptable when the time came to turn her into the Winter Soldier. More believable in a way...but something went wrong.

Bucky swallowed thickly, and he murmured softly, comforting her softly.

"That's alright. We can try again later."

(Y/n) nodded slowly, and she asked quietly.

"Can I listen to the music again?"

Bucky nodded, standing up carefully, and (Y/n) stood up with him. They went back into the lab, and Bucky carefully began to play the music again. (Y/n) returned to her seat in front of the speaker, and Bucky suddenly got an idea.

"(Y/n), I'm going to make a quick trip, okay?"

(Y/n) turned and asked, her eyes confused.

"A trip?"

Bucky nodded and he stated gently.

"Yeah. Just for a little while, but I won't be gone for too long."

(Y/n) nodded before she became nervous, asking.

"Can I keep listening to the music while you complete your mission?"

Bucky handed the phone to her with a smile.

"Sure. I've got another one."

(Y/n)'s facial expression never changed, but even Bucky could see it within her eyes: she was happy.

Bucky could only hope that he, too, could feel as such after his trip.

-

STORY NOTES: After listening to more music, Steve comes to retrieve Bucky and tell him about what the team had found about the infiltrations. He reveals to Bucky about the diplomacy trip and tech-sharing agreements, and tells Bucky that the team has theorized that Rollins and HYDRA intercepted the delegations and forced them to help HYDRA get in while staying completely undetected. Steve then reveals that Wanda was able to make Rollins reveal where the rest of HYDRA is hiding. Steve then tells Bucky that he is sorry for doubting him and for pushing the rehabilitation program onto him, and Bucky admits that he hated the idea at first. However, now that Bucky knows that he had a hand in her creation, even if it was small, he feels an obligation to help her and commends her for making great progress. Bucky then tells Steve that when the Avengers begin to take down the rest of HYDRA, he will be staying in Wakanda with (Y/n) to continue helping her.

Steve tells Bucky that he is proud of him, and Bucky responds that he has to 'let it go' at some point, meaning the past. Bucky then leaves to go back to the lab, reflecting on the infiltration method that HYDRA used. He then reflects on his feeling of happiness that HYDRA was finally disappearing, and that though there would still be stray agents, hope was still arriving. When Bucky gets back to the lab, he is surprised to find (Y/n) asleep. He thinks on how peaceful (Y/n) looks, and while Bucky doesn't mean to, he begins to quietly guard the woman as she sleeps. He then begins to wonder what (Y/n) would have done and who she would have become if her life hadn't been completely created for her by HYDRA. Bucky reflects on how hard peaceful sleep can be without the presence of nightmares, and though Bucky feels a bit of jealousy for her peaceful sleep, he is happy that she is finally resting.

Suddenly, (Y/n) begins to have a nightmare. Bucky is unsure of what to do, but before he can take action, (Y/n) wakes up abruptly on her own. Bucky comforts her gently, and (Y/n) tells him that she was dreaming. When Bucky inquires about her dream, (Y/n) reveals that she was dreaming about Rebecca. Shocked from her words, Bucky then asks who Rebecca was to (Y/n), and (Y/n) reveals that her and Rebecca had met in the woods. She adds that she believes Rebecca was her friend. (Y/n) then goes on to tell Bucky that while she doesn't remember what she looked like, she remembers her voice and of Rebecca telling her about the flowers and how she missed Bucky. Bucky begins to cry, and (Y/n) is alarmed, thinking that she had somehow hurt him. Bucky leaves the room, and he reflects on his life. He begins to wonder about Rebecca and what she thought about after his supposed death. He then begins to wonder about what his childhood home in Shelbyville now looks like and if the home is still there.

Bucky then begins to reflect on his life after leaving Camp Lenigh in Virginia to move to Brooklyn, and how he met Steve. He thinks about how he tried to rekindle the feeling of sibling connection through Steve, and then wonders if Rebecca ever kept the letters that he would send to her often before his fall from the train. (Y/n) suddenly appears before him, and Bucky is shocked when (Y/n) tries to comfort him in the same way that he had comforted her. He obliges, holding onto her arms, and he becomes grounded before apologizing to (Y/n). (Y/n) then inquires on why Bucky was crying, and he reveals that he was thinking about his little sister. (Y/n) then apologizes to Bucky, telling him that she doesn't know what to do and to tell her how to 'complete her mission'. Bucky becomes confused, and when he asks her what she means, (Y/n) clarifies and says her 'mission to remember and escape HYDRA'. Bucky is floored, but tells her that it was up to her on how to complete her mission. (Y/n) becomes worried, asking him about what will happen if she fails, and Bucky just says that they can try again and he won't give up on her.

(Y/n) becomes surprised and after a moment, she begins to tell Bucky a little bit more about her memories of Rebecca. She reveals that Rebecca had two kids, which makes Bucky begin to silently cry again and happy yet regretful that he had become an uncle. (Y/n) then tells him that Rebecca had told her about the story of when her and Bucky were younger and he would tease her about her fear of bugs while in the woods. However, (Y/n) reveals that she was 'taken away' but doesn't remember anything more after that. Bucky tells her that they could try to remember more later, and (Y/n) asks if she can listen to the music again. Bucky agrees, and then makes a decision to take a trip. He tells this to (Y/n), and when she inquires about it, Bucky tells her that it would be 'for a little while'. (Y/n) asks if she can keep listening to the music while he is gone, and Bucky agrees. End scene.

TRANSLATIONS:

Почему ты плачешь - why are you crying?

Извините, я не знаю, что делать. Пожалуйста... скажите мне, как завершить мою миссию - I'm sorry, I don't know what to do. Please tell me how to complete my mission.

Да - yes

я готов отвечать - I'm ready to comply/I'm ready to answer

Что делать, если я не выполню свою миссию удовлетворительно? - What if i do not complete my mission satisfactorily?

Потом мы можем попробовать снова. Столько раз, сколько потребуется. Я не откажусь от тебя - Then we try again. As many times as it takes. I won't give up on you

TAGLIST: @seemsxsketchy @tilldeathripsusapart @vicmc624 @mgchaser @aash3 @samfunko @seventeen-x @valckenaux @babybeeelle @sc4rrc @cjand10 @bane-y-zane @notsostrangerthing @thenameswinter99 @bumblebeebutter

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Bang Chan: The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Six)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, angst, fluff at the end, hurt/comfort (literally), knives, cutting open wounds, mentions of blood and puss and scars [dialogue in bold is meant to be korean]

Word count: 6,085

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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You waited another day to see if your side would get any better but it still hurt, and it was still shiny and red. It was even hot to the touch which you knew wasn’t good. You decided it most likely was infected, and you would take care of it once everyone went to bed that night. The problem was waiting that long because it hurt more than it did the last few days, so even just sitting the wrong way made you almost whimper in pain.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” Chan asked as he walked into the den.

You looked up from your book, laying across one of the couches so it would cause less strain on your side, “No thank you.”

He frowned, “Why? You always like leaving the house, you said it’s boring staying inside.”

“Yeah, but…” you paused for a moment to think of a good excuse, “this one part is getting really good.”

Chan squinted at your book before giving you a look like he knew you were lying, “The Ultimate Guide to Gardening?”

“...I finally got to string beans.”

He sighed and took the book from between your hands, “_____, what’s wrong? Ever since Minho said...that to you, you haven’t wanted to do anything. Are you…depressed maybe?”

You knew Chan would go insane if he found out you were actually depressed being with him and living in his house. You weren’t, but if he ever thought you were, he’d surely go berserk trying to figure out what to do and how to fix it.

“If anything were going to make me depressed, it would be whatever’s goin’ on up here,” you pointed to your head, signifying your conflicting thoughts that hadn’t stopped since you first laid eyes on Chan, “rather than whatever comes out of Minho’s stupid mouth. I swear, I’m fine.”

“Did someone else say something?” he wondered.

“No.”

“Is it something physically bothering you?”

“No.”

“You know you can tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Chan was frustrated, he made it clear when he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands, “Can you please just tell me so I can help you? It’s not healthy being cooped up inside all the time. You haven’t been outside in over 24 hours.”

“You’re the one who imprinted on a werewolf hunter,” you reminded him. “Stubborness is a given.”

“That’s still not my fault, it was out of my control,” he explained for the umpteenth time, “and stop trying to change the subject.”

Something else that was different after your talk with Chan was that you two hadn’t been that close again since. You went back to sleeping alone in your room, and the most contact the two of you had was his hand on your shoulder or back. It wasn’t that you told him to stop, but you didn’t necessarily make any moves to be closer to him. Your body did crave that contact again – more than just those touches, actually – but your mind would implode. You were still fighting with yourself and needed to be away from him, otherwise you knew you’d just turn into putty in his hands.

And then probably cry again. Which you were still embarrassed about.

“I’m tired, okay?” you lied easily. “I don’t sleep that well.”

He didn’t seem shocked by this. You knew he knew that you were hardly sleeping, so technically you weren’t lying to him. It just wasn’t the real reason you didn’t feel like moving lately.

“_____…” he sighed and knelt on the floor beside you. You twitched to sit up until you remembered you’d probably wince and give yourself away. “What can I do to help you sleep better? Have you tried Felix’s bed, maybe? It might be warmer.”

“It’s not that,” you shook your head. “The thoughts keep me up at night.”

Again, another not-lie.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he offered.

Your eyes narrowed slightly in an accusatory way, “You just want to stay with me again.”

“No, I–” he paused and then shrugged. “Well, yeah. But no.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “Give me one more night and if I don’t get a good night's sleep, you can…y’know.”

His eyes brightened but his mouth fell into a frown. You knew he was excited, but he was afraid you felt pressured to say that, “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“I know, but the only time I slept well was when I…stayed with you…”

He sighed softly, patting your hand that rested on the couch close to his shoulder, “Alright, _____. If that’s what you want.”

You scoffed and smiled, “Don’t act like you weren’t waiting for me to give in.”

“I just want you to finally get some sleep, ba-” he cut himself off, something you noticed he did a lot. You assumed he was about to call you pet names and realized he shouldn’t in case it made you uncomfortable. “I want things to get better for you.”

“Me too.”

-

You waited for about an hour after Chan left the bedroom after saying goodnight to get up and go to the bathroom. It wasn’t abnormal for you to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom so you hoped he wouldn’t assume anything of this. Maybe he was already asleep anyway – you did your best to keep your heartbeat and breathing even so he’d think you were safe and sound asleep.

Quietly closing the door, you locked it and flipped the light on before lifting up your shirt and peeling the bandage off. The ugly red and sheen were still there. You took a deep breath, going through the cupboards to get the leftover medicine that Chan had originally cleaned the wound out with, as well as the ointment you put over it to help it heal, and a pair of scissors that they kept with the medical supplies. With everything ready, you took the scissors in your hand and tried to steady your breathing.

You can do this, you told yourself, Just do it quick like back home.

Before you could do anything, though, there was a loud knock on the door, causing you to drop the scissors with a clatter that seemed somehow too loud.

“_____?” it was Felix’s voice that was talking to you. “Your heartbeat is really fast. Are you okay?”

Why is he awake? you asked yourself in a panic because you were pretty sure everyone was asleep like, y’know, normal people.

Obviously, your panicked silence mixed with the weird clang of metal made the wolf think you were definitely not okay. He had no problem forcing the door open and seeing your makeshift surgery setup on the counter of the bathroom sink. Then his golden eyes zeroed in on the inflamed wound on your side, sucking in a breath.

“That doesn’t look good…” he commented with a quiet tone, walking forward to examine it better. “How long has it been like this?”

“Few days,” you mumbled, embarrassed that you’d gotten caught.

Felix sighed, his warm fingertips brushing the wound every so slightly, but still enough for you to wince, “Yeah, this isn’t going to get better on its own. We’ll have to clean it out again. Although...it seems like that’s what you were trying to do.”

He glanced up at you through his lashes with a pointed look.

You frowned and stared anywhere but at the wolf, your face warming up, “I just didn’t want Chan knowing, okay? If I fixed it myself, he wouldn’t have anything to worry about or anyone to fight with it about.”

Felix straightened and cocked his head to the side slightly, “None of us can heal this for you without him knowing. I mean, maybe we could sneak you out to Josh, but we wouldn’t get back until morning…”

“No,” you hissed. “Chris absolutely cannot find out. If he knows this is infected, he’s gonna scream at Seungmin.”

It was no secret that Seungmin and Minho were on thin ice with the alpha. After Minho’s latest remark to you and how poorly he was treating you when he ran into you, and the two of them assaulting you twice, this would be the final nail in the coffin for sure.

Felix seemed to mull over your condition as he bit his lip as stared at the claw marks. He definitely had to do something about this, but how was he going to heal this himself and keep this from your mate? Chan knew everything that went on when it came to you. Hell, he probably could sense something was wrong while he slept right now. But Felix couldn’t just let you walk around with it infected or let you try to fix it yourself.

“Fine,” he finally sighed, staring at the tiled floor, “but I’ll need help from some of the others. Probably Changbin and Jisung.”

You nodded, “Anyone but Chan.”

-

You were laying down on the desk in Changbin’s room, looking up at the ceiling as several wolves ‘prepped you for surgery’ as Jisung put it. You still weren’t very comfortable with having any of the wolves touch you, but you refused to use Chan as a security blanket right now. If he found out that the wound Seungmin gave you was infected, he’d not only kill Seungmin, but he’d never leave your side for the rest of your life.

So you just stared at the ceiling and kept your thoughts to yourself, waiting for the wolves to be ready to cut you open or whatever their plan was. Minho seemed way too casual about it as he watched with arms folded, while the other three seemed kind of stressed about the whole ordeal. You didn’t really blame them since he had to keep this from their alpha, but why was Minho humming to himself and acting perfectly fine? Why was he even here other than the fact he had woken up because him and Jisung still had to share a bed?

Then again, he was also the one who hated you and was probably hoping you would bleed out or something. If you died and Chan managed to live through the heartbreak, he’d just find a new mate. Seemed like a win/win for Minho so he'd probably want to witness it.

You hated that you had that thought because it just made you feel worse, so you tried not to think about it.

“Okay,” Changbin sighed, stepping over to you with a sharp pocket knife in one hand, and a glass jar in the other, “let’s get this over with. Jisung?”

“Y-yeah,” Jisung’s eyes snapped to Changbin, the younger wolf clearly on-edge. “I’m ready.”

“We’re gonna start now,” Felix told you.

“You know the best option is to just tell Chan, right?” Minho asked, looking between the three wolves. “He’s the only thing that can take the pain away unless we bring her to one of the healers.”

“She had a point when she said he’ll reem Seungmin for this,” Changbin pointed out, looking back at Minho. “Do you want to break up a fight at midnight?”

When Minho just rolled his eyes and conceded, Changbin put the two objects on the desk beside you before opening up the jar. He spread the contents over your wound, numbing it so you wouldn’t feel as much of the pain as normal. Then Felix held up a t-shirt that he’d rolled up the long way.

You eyed him warily, “What’s that for?”

He frowned, “Just…put it in your mouth; trust me...”

You obediently opened your mouth and let the wolf place the cloth between your teeth. Then you realized it was to muffle your cries of pain – you hoped this would quiet most of the noise so Chan wouldn’t wake up. You hoped he was too sound asleep to hear you, but just in case, you’d have to try to be as quiet as possible.

“Ready?” Changbin asked, but the question was aimed at you now.

You nodded, not saying anything with the towel in your mouth.

Changbin looked over to the younger wolf, “Do you want to clean the wound or help hold her down?”

Jisung’s eyes widened in horror, while Minho’s widened for a different reason.

“Hold her down?” Minho repeated, sounding almost…excited.

“I don’t know if I can handle…all of that…” Jisung admitted, eyeing your wound.

“You make all of the medicine but can’t handle what it’s for?” Changbin asked.

“I’ll hold her down,” Minho immediately volunteered without any prompt to do so.

Changbin shot Minho a dirty look before he sighed, “Just help Minho hold her. Felix, try to comfort her, okay?”

Felix nodded, “Got it.”

The three wolves shifted around, Jisung and Minho standing on either side of you with their hands braced on your shoulders. Felix stood between them and looked down at you with his classic bright smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did.

You saw Changbin pick something up out of the corner of your eye, and then you felt something sharp poke your side, but it was bearable. It wasn’t until Changbin dragged the blade of the knife down one of the scratches that you felt white hot pain in your side that made you arch off the table and groan into the shirt while your eyes screwed shut.

“It’s okay,” Felix shushed you as one of Minho’s hands moved down to your hip to force your body back down, “it’ll be over soon.”

“If she moves, I’ll accidentally cut where I’m not supposed to,” Changbin warned, his golden eyes staying trained on the wounds the whole time.

You bit down on the fabric as hard as you could, trying not to make any noise. You were sure your jaw was going to snap from how hard you were clenching on the shirt, and you couldn’t stop the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, slipping out and down your temples to your hair. Felix tried to wipe most of them away while Jisung and Minho pressed you down into the wooden desk.

Changbin began cutting open the second one, sucking in a sharp breath when he saw just how much blood and puss there was. He was so sure they had cleaned the wound out, so he wondered if maybe somehow stress was affecting the healing process. Or maybe Chan just didn’t do the best job of cleaning it despite how thorough he was with wounds. Or maybe it was some third thing they didn’t know about. He wasn’t sure.

The whine you let out was bordering a scream, the third one hurting more than the others, and all three wolves by your head tried to calm you this time. Changbin paused and leaned his head toward the door like he was listening, before the door opened and a very-tired-looking Seungmin came in with a half-asleep Jeongin and a slightly-terrified Hyunjin behind him, taking in the scene before them: you laying on the desk desk, three of his brothers holding you down, Changbin cutting your side open, and all the blood and fluid coming out of you and onto the towels Changbin had laid out.

“What the fuck are you–?!”

Before Jeongin could even finish his question, Minho was in front of him, gripping the back of his head with one hand and firmly placing the other hand over his mouth, “If you wake up her mate, we’ll do this to you too. Got it?”

“We’re just draining her wound,” Changbin explained, not looking away from his work. “It’s infected pretty badly.”

Seungmin quickly gathered everything he needed to know, and realized this meant his ass was on the line, “You better know how to fix that before Chan wakes up.”

“A ‘thank you’ might be better than a threat,” Changbin sneered.

Jeongin, however, had decided he didn’t want any part in the ordeal, yawning, “You never saw me in here,” before he left the room.

“Channie is gonna be so mad,” Hyunjin panicked, looking around the room for at least one sane person.

“Then go back to bed so it’s one less person to be mad at,” Changbin said gruffly. “I’m busy.”

But instead, he closed the door and went to stand by Felix. Changbin called Minho back over to help with you, and Seungmin followed behind him and stood at the foot of the desk, taking everything in. You were squirming and crying, and Changbin couldn’t do anything when you were moving around so much.

“I know, _____,” Changbin sighed as Minho stood on the other side of him and put his hands firmly on your abdomen, “I’m sorry. I’m…almost done.”

This time when the door opened, you knew it could only be one person – unless Jeongin randomly decided he did want to be involved. But your eyes were so filled with tears that it became too blurry to see, and you couldn’t even keep your eyes open because of the pain.

Despite that, the voice you heard shook you to your very core, and actually sent pure fear straight through you. You’d never heard Chan sound this angry – not since the first night.

“What are you doing to her?!” Chan roared right before you felt his large, familiar hands cupping your face.

You didn’t dare open your eyes to meet his that you already knew were red with rage. But you weren’t going to let him get angry at his brothers who were only trying to help you. But you still had a shirt in your mouth being held there by your jaw that wouldn’t unclench because of the pain, therefore, you couldn’t do much to back up the wolves.

“Chan, the wound is infected,” Changbin told him, his voice trying to calm the alpha. “Look.”

When you heard him suck in a sharp breath, you knew he saw all the blood and puss that was in the wound. But then you heard the growl of Seungmin’s name leave his mouth, and you blindly tried to find your mate. Your hands flailed and searched, but Chan was already backing Seungmin into a corner.

“Um, a little help might be nice,” Minho spoke up. “Considering she’s, y’know, in severe pain.”

He paused and his head whipped around. Then he was rushing over to your side and crouching down beside you, his eyes full of hurt as he let out soft whimpers.

“_____,” Chan’s voice was much softer than it was previously, and the shirt was removed from your mouth, “I’m so sorry I let this happen.”

You opened your eyes now that the tears had cleared out more, and the pain of Changbin opening the first three scratches had become a dull, burning ache – you almost wanted to thank him for stopping before he went on to the final scratch. Chan’s eyes were still red, but they were soft when they looked at your paling face. You placed a hand on his cheek and felt somewhat better when Chan leaned into your touch.

“Please don’t get mad at Seungmin,” you croaked, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Or any of them; they’re only trying to help.”

“You wouldn’t have to be in this mess if Seungmin hadn’t–”

“Seungmin didn’t know,” you cut him off with a whine, knowing it would be difficult defending the younger wolf from his alpha’s anger. “Nobody thought anyone would imprint on...the idiot hunter that broke in. He just wanted to protect his brothers.”

“Chan? Help?” Changbin prompted again, breaking the two of you out of your conversation. “I still have to get this last one open before she loses too much blood and I need you to help.”

Chan moved away from you, and your hand dropped back off the desk. Changbin moved slightly to the side to make room for him as Chan placed his large, warm hands on either side of your wound.

“I wish you asked me to do this originally,” he grumbled as his hands started to feel warmer and warmer, and the pain in your side faded more and more. Chan sucked in a sharp breath as he winced. “Can’t believe you let her be in this much pain.”

“Don’t worry, it gets worse,” Changbin told him before he placed the tip of his bloodied knife at the last mark. “Ready?”

He nodded, bracing himself for the worst of it.

Meanwhile, your body slowly untensed, relaxing onto the table. You didn’t feel anything. You wondered if Changbin was waiting for you to completely relax before he started again, but you just breathed heavily and enjoyed not feeling the sharp, hot pain of the knife. You actually didn’t even feel the sting of the other wounds Changbin had cut into your side. You felt a little warm there, but that was it. It was nice. You almost fell asleep like that.

Chan, however, felt everything. He twitched in the opposite direction of the side he felt the intense pain. He bit down on his lip, trying to keep his sounds of pain to himself but letting out grunts as his eyes squeezed shut. Seungmin could see from where he was standing that three claw marks had already been scarred into his side, matching the ones on yours. And as Changbin dragged the knife, the fourth one was carved into his skin.

These scars were bigger than most of the others that littered his skin. He had a few on his neck, and only a couple on his face. But the rest of his body – mostly his torso and arms – were covered. And yours were now his newest addition.

“Are you okay, _____?” Felix’s deep voice pulled you up from the waves of grogginess that were washing over you.

“”M okay,” you mumbled, your eyes closed. You were too tired and still felt the ghost of the pain you had felt before Chan’s hands were on you.

“How do you feel?”

“Warm…”

Felix looked to Chan, who was catching his breath after Changbin finally brought the knife away and began cleaning at the wound. This hurt less, but was still painful nonetheless and made him wince with every pass of the clean cloth and cotton balls that Changbin used.

“She’s tough, I’ll give her that,” Minho mumbled as he looked down at your face.

Your breathing was even through your lips and the pack could tell you’d fallen asleep. It was probably for the best anyway. 

“You alright, Channie?” Changbin asked quietly once he was done cleaning you up, looking down at the alpha that had removed his hands from your side and sat back on the floor, laying back on the floor.

His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, so the cool hardwood felt nice on his back.

“I don’t know how she stood that,” he breathed, one arm laying across his forehead as he laid there with his eyes closed.

“Masochist,” Minho suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Seungmin stayed silent, still standing in the corner where Chan had backed him into. His eyes stayed on your unmoving body, but his expression was unreadable.

-

The only thing keeping Chan from ripping Seungmin’s head off was making sure you were safe and would wake up. He stayed beside you as Changbin and Jisung worked to drain your wound properly and patch it back up, and he stayed beside you after he tucked you into his bed in a large t-shirt of his. 

Now, Chan was sitting on the hardwood floor, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair and cheek as he studied your face. He wanted to hold you closer but if you woke up with him like that, it might freak you out.

“Hey, Chris?” Felix spoke up as he entered the room. The alpha didn’t look at him, but hummed in acknowledgement. “I don’t think you should be so hard on Seungmin.”

“It’s his fault for scratching her in the first place,” Chan stated harshly. “He deserves whatever comes to him.”

“She told you not to be angry with him,” Felix reminded him, “and I know you can’t ignore that. She’ll be upset with you if she finds out you did anything to him.”

“Not that it’s any of my business,” Jeongin began as he wandered in through the open door, “but I couldn’t sleep because of all the noise, and from what I heard, I can’t help but think she didn’t want you to worry about her. Hyunjin said she told everyone not to tell you what they were doing.”

At that, Chan turned his head, “Why would she not want me to worry?”

“Because she does care about you, idiot,” the youngest wolf sighed. “She’s said it before – we’ve heard all the breakdowns.”

“It’s conflicting, we know, but she can’t help how she feels, either,” Felix said with a shrug. “Emotions are hard. We all know that.”

“Why would she care if I’m upset with Seungmin or not, though?” the alpha quizzed.

“I think that’s her way of caring about you and your relationship with us. You know how Minho and Seungmin are sometimes? I think that’s just her all the time.”

Chan turned back to you, watching your sleeping form. He wondered if you’d wake up soon so he could just ask you himself. He didn’t care how long it took, he’d coax the answer out of you even if it took days. He wanted to know if you really did truly care for him enough that you’d go through all this trouble so he wouldn’t worry about it. He thought it was stupid of you but it still was sweet if it was true.

Like you were connected enough to hear his silent plea, you shifted a bit and your eyes fluttered open. The three wolves studied your movements carefully as you pushed yourself to sit up, wincing and hissing in pain. Chan helped you up the rest of the way, doing most of the work until you were sitting up against the headboard.

“How do you feel, _____?” Felix wondered quietly, keeping his voice low so as to not scare you. “Are you still dizzy?”

“No,” you shook your head as you rubbed your eyes that still stung from crying, “my side is just sore.”

“Which is normal,” the freckled boy shrugged. “Changbin said if it’s still looking rough in a couple of days, we’ll drain it again. Otherwise, keep applying the ointments. Jisung mixed up a new one that should help with keeping infection away.”

“I think it’s time to head back to bed,” Jeongin decided, putting a hand on Felix’s shoulder and nodding toward the door.

“Right,” he nodded like he just realized Chan probably wanted to talk to you privately – or, at least as privately as he could in a house full of werewolves that heard everything. “Have a good night, guys. Channie, please remember what we said, okay?”

Once the two boys made it out the door and Felix turned around to close it, Chan’s eyes looked at you. They were still their warm gold, but his expression was unreadable.

“That your power?”

His eyebrows furrowed at your question, not expecting the first thing out of your mouth to be that, “What?”

“I didn’t feel anything,” you mumbled, your eyes looking down to scan his exposed torso, “and you have those marks on your side where mine are. Those weren’t there before.”

He nodded a little, “I can take away others’ pain. The only catch is I feel it instead, and I get their scar, so…”

He held out his arms for you to see, rolling them over to examine all of the scars that littered his skin. It was silent, and then he let his arms rest on the bed beside you, both of you waiting for the other to say something.

“Are you mad at them?” you asked him quietly, finally breaking the silence. “Or me? …Or both?”

“Dunno,” he murmured as his eyes looked back at the blood-stained bandage covering your side. “Trying really hard to not be mad at all, but it’s hard.”

“I did this to me, not them,” you insisted, immediately going into defense mode. “I made Felix and Changbin and everyone promise not to tell you; I was basically holding the knife myself!”

His eyes darkened. You noted it was definitely a bad choice of words.

“_____, why did you keep this from me? You should’ve told me.”

You cast your eyes down to your bare lap, toying with your hands nervously. “Well...I thought it was getting infected and I wanted to fix it.”

“That doesn’t explain why you intentionally kept it from me. You made my entire pack swear to secrecy for what?” he pressed, sounding like a father scolding you.

“Because you’d get worried and get mad at Seungmin…” you admitted softly, still not making eye contact. It felt embarrassing to admit all of this to him. Was it because you were basically indirectly telling him that you do care and then it would set that in stone instead of it being kind of ambiguous by your actions? “I didn’t want to make you angry at anybody, and I didn’t want you to have to waste time worrying about me.”

“Listen to me,” he demanded softly, holding your chin gently and forcing you to look at him. His eyes were now sad as they bore into yours. “Worrying about you is not a waste of time. You’re constantly in my head; I think about you all the time. You’re never a waste of my time, _____. I love you and you know that.”

“But why do you love me when-”

“So this does have to do with Minho, too!”

Hot tears pricked your eyes, getting frustrated because you were making him angry at more person than one, when your goal was zero. “No, this is different!”

You hated yourself for being a frustrated cryer.

But having you cry, especially because of him, was the last thing Chan wanted. In a swift movement, he was sitting on the bed and had pulled you into his lap, cradling your head against his chest as he softly rocked you and shushed you, “I’m sorry. I’m not thinking right. I just...I’m angry at myself for not being able to help you or stop you from doing this. I hated seeing you like that. I think I almost died.”

You were going to make a, ‘no, I almost died’ joke just to lighten the mood but you knew it would upset Chan, so you just hid your face in his chest. This time, you would let yourself just rest there in his hold.

He held you closer, rubbing your back soothingly. He purred softly in approval at the amount of contact, and you were just as happy, albeit a little confused because of your heart battling your instincts. But were you making any movement to leave his hold anytime soon? Absolutely not.

“Please don’t be mad at them,” you mumbled, your words getting muffled by his chest. “Any of them. Not Seungmin or Changbin or Felix...even Minho.”

He sighed, trying to see it from your point of view. He felt he had to take it out on someone or something or he’d just make himself more miserable for not being there for you. He felt like a bad mate. 

“If you promise to always tell me when something’s wrong…” he began slowly before taking a deep breath to calm himself, “I won’t be angry with any of them. Although I do have some strong words for Minho for the things he said to you.”

You forgot Chan had been ignoring him ever since he found out the things he said about you being his mate. You pulled back a little to look up into his eyes. “I can’t tell you all the time.”

“You can try,” he smiled softly. “Promise me you’ll try?”

You nodded, “Promise.”

He cleared away any stray tears but continued to hold you in his arms, his back against the wall. 

“I know it’s late but...I don’t want to move,” he admitted with a warm laugh.

“My head is still screaming to run,” you laughed softly, your head resting against his shoulder.

“What about your heart?”

“God, Chris, that’s so cheesy,” you whined.

“Come on,” he laughed, carding his fingers through your hair, “just tell me.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, “I guess…I think it’s kinda nice.”

“It’s just a matter of getting that pretty little werewolf-hunting head of yours to agree.”

“How did you just...give in to it?”

He hummed softly as he thought it over, wanting to give an answer that might actually help you, “Well...I think part of it is that the feeling is much stronger for us. But I think it helped that I started to trust you being around my brothers. I knew they would still be safe with you here, so I didn’t have to hold myself back anymore. I had to be near you and make you happy.”

“So...I should just ignore my head?” you asked slowly, repeating what you’d gathered from his speech.

“I know it’s easier said than done,” he chuckled, moving his head to look down at you, “but it’s worth a shot. Just start small.”

Start small, huh? What’s something small you could do? Your eyes wandered around a bit before settling on his hand on your thigh. You carefully took it off your thigh and put your hand on his like you were measuring who had bigger hands – you noted that Chan’s were a bit larger. Then you laced your fingers through his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze that had his inner wolf grumbling with joy.

“Is this...okay?” you asked, still unable to make eye contact with him – especially now.

So you didn’t see his wide grin as he nodded, “This is perfect.”

-

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his lap. You were exhausted, too exhausted to move, so you ended up knocking out while he hummed softly and told you stories of his brothers and the pack.

When he noticed you were asleep, he carefully shifted you onto the bed, laying you down and tucking you in before he got up, deciding to go sleep on the couch again. He thought you’d want it to yourself as he said you should take small steps, and he didn’t want to just assume he could sleep in the same room as you, even if it was in Felix’s bed. Although you’d slept in the same bed together before, that was when you said you wanted to. Now, he wasn’t sure, and it was better safe than sorry.

He laid down on the couch that was a little shorter and thinner than his bed, and tried to get as comfortable as he could. He laid in the dark, staring at the ceiling, and trying to listen to every move and sound you made in your sleep. That’s why it didn’t take him long to get to you about an hour later.

“No!” your tired voice gasped, and he jolted out of bed and ran up the stairs, taking them three at a time. Upon flinging the door open, he saw you were still sound asleep, the moonlight shining in onto your sleeping face. “No…”

Your brows were creased slightly, a small frown etched onto your face. You kept softly repeating ‘no’, so Chan took a cautious step in, wanting to wake you up in case you were having a bad dream.

“Finley…”

He paused. You’d mentioned Nolan, who was your brother. But…who was Finley?

He heard a bedroom door open a split second before he heard, “She’s already talking about other men?”

The voice made him jump and he quickly but silently closed your bedroom door. He whipped around to see Minho standing in the doorway, smirking playfully at the alpha, but it was clear he had woken up from the hour or so of sleep he’d gotten between then and everyone cleaning up after the incident.

But Chan just looked at him expressionlessly before turning and going back downstairs to the couch.

Minho’s expression fell as he watched his brother go.

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💌 — ; kinda mad that i didn't take a stab at it ! lads men (zayne, xavier, rafayel) and the habits they've built because of you.. oh, and you broke up (＾＾；)

love mail — added synopsis !! lads debut lads, debut :3 my favey is zayne so if it looks obvi ignore that... (author hasn't played since release be warned for inaccurate depictions.) also i'll be writing for caleb and sylus soon! i just wasn't playing on their release so i wanna do the og three! (^_^) also i'm finally home so layout coming back soon!! love you all :3 do we like the new pfp or do we go back?

zayne hasn't seen you in weeks.

why would he? even if he wishes upon every shooting star that passes by his lonely, office window, you aren't coming back. the hunters already transferred you to a new doctor, he won't be seeing you till he closes his eyes and prays someone up there is kind enough to let him dream of you.

it's selfish, he knows. but who will be around to judge him? the house is empty, his bed is cold, and he can't do anything to change that. he aches, he yearns, though zayne has long sealed his fate. he knows he can't have you, not in any universe where the curse follows, which is every single one.

he still looks, despite this. every cafe, every cat in a tree, drawn to check out every dangerous situation in hopes to catch a glimpse of you. when a client came into his office, they asked about the photo of you he still kept on his desk, proudly on display — even though it shouldn't. it's is only way of seeing you, and he needs it, desperately so. the only thing that kept him sane all this time was the way you glowed so effortlessly. he misses that shine, the light of his life, but he'd rather drown in darkness than let you worry about his curse ever again. his worsening winter inside is nothing compared to the coldness in your gaze towards him now.

xavier doesn't know how to stop making space for you. god, he wishes he'd stop, but he can't. it breaks his heart every time he wakes up alone in an empty bed or couch, expecting to see your pretty face, only to stare at the reminder that you're gone.

he loathes waking up, getting out of bed, just to see your face at work but it isn't as sweet. it's got that sour look when you look at him, and he can't handle it. he wants to see you smile again, he misses being the reason for such a beautiful expression.. but he isn't anymore.

he can pretend well, wear that face of nonchalance and aloofness like it's all natural. everyone in the agency and on enemy sidelines can't read him if they tried. but you can, you always have. and you can see it all in just those eyes.

despite sleeping to escape his reality; xavier is still clearly exhausted. it's more than drowsiness, it's akin to despair. he can't handle this ache that comes with breaking up. but he knows it's for the best, even if he keeps making space for someone who will never fill it again, he stands firm on his decision. no matter how much it kills him.

"there's nowhere else to put these", is the excuse rafayel pulls when thomas worriedly checks on him. in his studio, on every canvas and paper; it's you. every photo of you imaginable is painted and hung on his walls, like a painter trying to remember a distant muse, cause he is. when rafayel began to slowly lose his perfect depiction of you in his head, he painted in a frenzy, uncaring of how long it took, or the care he neglected, he couldn't allow himself to lose it.

you became his muse at his darkest time, needing something to give him a *real* a heart in his work. and how is he supposed to ever pick up a brush when you were gone? sunsets are now dull, flowers seem to be empty no matter how vibrant, and everything beautiful didn't seem so anyore. not when he's seen how you looked under the moonlit light, under his sheets and steady in his arms. rafayel can't name a single part in his oceanic or luxurious home that could ever compare to you.

he noticed that you still came by his gallery sometimes, but word of mouth is that it's only to check if his very first painting of you still stands where it's always been, the heart of all his pieces.

watching you stand there, in what he can only assume to be a growing bitterness to the painting every day it still stands, hurts him. he's glad he's completely shut himself out, locked doors and closed curtains back at home, because he doesn't want to know what you'll react if you figured out he still paints you every day like you never left.

[bleedingichorhearts]

Cause I am currently are suffering myself, how would the Primarchs (and Big E for shits and giggles) react to the Reader beeing in deep period pains? We talking arching joints, cramps and just pitiful wanting to go sleep for a year or 2.

At least if always make me want to sleep more haha. If you only feel like doing it for one Primarch go for it, choose your favurite that you want to put in this.

Summary - “Primarchs & Emperor react to your rather old enemy: your painful period.”

TW // Mild NSFW.

The Emperor; “Revelation:”

This Emperor would be a lil' bastard about it, but not overly so. More like "Meh, you know how to care for yourself." Though, I do have an inkling that he cares in his own way but just... letting you have the day off, snuggle in that bed of his that he never uses, and sends a surf or custodies to check up in on you, and if you're lucky? He himself.

Lion El’Johnson; “The First:”

I think he would be a bit... indifferent about it. He sees you're in pain, yes, but so could another 1,000,000 females of baselines. He smells them everyday. Yet, you are his counterpart now so... special privileges to you, but honestly? It's only a little. Things are earned, not given. Though, if you keep up those eyes and vows? He supposes he can be swayed, but only by you or the Emperor.

Fulgrim; “The Phoenician:”

He's already on it. Hes' got you patterned down and sat down, rolled up in the sheets of his bed. You're having a week or two off, and other surfs can accompany you if you so wish. He will also deliver chocolate, heat pads, water... etc... to you, by himself. If he doesn't it’s because someone made him busy. So, in turn he will send one of his sons or surf. Would give kisses and cuddles any time you suggest a syllable. Lil' fanatic.

Perturabo; “Lord of Iron:”

You look like you're in pain... He observes but doesn't do much about it. He isn't going to be a servant to your needs. He will however, order someone else to attend to you, but at least he's not completely disregarding you. He does like getting cuddles this time of the month and putting your head under his chin when you two lay down. That’s the most you're going to get out of him besides him being like a heating pad himself.

Jaghatai Khan; “The Warhawk:”

Has the surfs attend to you, not to disregard you, but they definitely have more information on how to resolve such issues. He will however, attend to you if you would like his company more of than of the surfs. Would also bring you chocolates and snuggles. He knows at least the basics for the needy, woman body. Is rather quick not to leave you unsatisfied really.

Leman Russ; “The Wolf King:”

You’re bleeding? Why are you bleeding? Did he squish you too hard? No? It’s just a woman thing? He knows of it… or at least smelled it before and it definitely gets two heads thinking… One, he must snuggle you and spoil once more. Two? You’ll be perfect to bed afterwards. (Something like feeding your mate before actually mating.😅)

Rogal Dorn; “Praetorian of Terra:”

Is also one of the “meh” ones. He’s not thrilled or very much worried. He knows your strength, and knows how the female baseline body works. Though, again, you’re his lover and he’s not a complete fool to let you suffer the unfortunate. He will order you to stay in his quarters for the time being for… calculated reasons. He shall tend to you afterwards.

Konrad Cruze; “Dark King:”

Staring problem, staring problem. Looks at you as if you’re squirming bug. He lets you be of course, but doesn’t do too much to help. You’ll be a bit lucky if he chooses to snuggle you at night or offer some questionable foods… not the best at comforting you in these times…

Sanguinius; “The Angel:”

Sweet angel would offer to eat you out when he can. He knows it’s a bit of a… supply and it sedates his hunger. A win for both sides! Would get you some chocolates that you’ve been craving. Wraps you up in his wings, and just snuggles. He must make his food pretty before going all in. :)

Ferrus Manus; “The Gorgon:”

A bit… sweet about it. Tells you to have his quarters and he shall come to you when he gets the time. Once he does? He has a few chocolates to offer. Heck, maybe even some roses. (It’s an image in my head.😭) He’s treating you like it’s Valentine’s Day, not like he knows what that is… Again, he pretty sweet though.

Angron; “The Red Angel:”

Grumpy about it, always; any day. Doesn’t offer you any food, but he is not against to putting his hand on your abdomen and thumbing it with a scowl on his face. He enjoys the contact and the smell of you. Will he admit it? No. When sleeping his hands also just go to your abdomen outta instinct. You honestly get the best sleep in these times.

Roboute Guilliman; “The Avenging Son:”

Is another that I think would be like it’s Valentine’s Day. He would bring you the sweets and flowers, maybe hoping for a truce durning these times. Doesn’t want to dare to not give you something during these times, and would let you sit in his lap if you so choose, but please. Allow him to work. (You don’t, and he can’t tell if he loves you more for it.)

Mortarion; “Death Lord:”

This man is a bit tricky for me, hmmm. I feel like he would give you flowers, and they smell incredible. Would snuggle you and take naps with you. I just view this man a bit like a sweet bear. I think he would just keep you close too during these times.

Magnus The Red; “Crimson King:”

Another to let you on his lap while he reads. His hands stroking your back and occasionally going down to act as a heating pad. Would probably have some spell to “curse” you in a friendly way so your blood moon is more manageable. All he wants to do is help and improve! :D

Horus Lupercal; “The Lupercal:”

One of the best to go to for such pains. He would give you the luxury you need: chocolates, the softest and heaviest blankets, all the goodies! This includes himself too! He’s in the package! Would take the chance to bed you every night. So, the pains might disappear quickly, but something else might be gifted to you…

Lorgar Aurelian; “The Urizen:”

Already know. He worships you, and practically obeys your orders. He’s not one to pull the wrath of his wifey. So, he’s a bit of a loser, submissive. He gets you the sweets, the flowers, and becomes your person heating pad. Order him to bed you? He’s not hesitating.

Vulkan; “Lord of Drakes:”

The best heating pad ever, sweetest one too. You’re staying in his quarters, eating the best, fulfilling foods. You even get a safe, personalized, lava rock heating pad! Your hubby definitely be thinkin’ about you. He’s on his way to get you some ice-creams, and hoping it doesn’t melt on him. He must not have your fury. Not like he minds…

Corvus Corax; “The Raven Lord:”

Another stare, but definitely better. Leaves a lil’ crow with you and tells you to have the day off, and the lil’ crow is honestly doing more for you than your lover. It’s amusing, and you can’t help but steal another crow for yourself. The little guy has been bringing you little trinkets along with some stolen goods. Your still in pain, but it’s more soothed by your little crow buddy. Corvus is a little jealous, but he redeems himself with hesitant cuddles and sweets.

Alpharius & Omegon; “The Last Primarch:”

One is snuggling you and the other is out getting sweets with his sons. They know where your time comes, of course they do. They know you, and the darkest secrets. They always get you your favorites and the things you love. You honestly just get bombed with Alpha Legionnaires as they try and play “who’s who” again, and you’re not having it. Snuggles are free to whoever will submit the quickest.

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Succulent - Kinich

Spiderman AU, where Kinich is Spiderman and you are the Gwen Stacy.

Kinich unknowingly explores the same suspicious temple as you, saves a few Saurians, saves you a few times, confesses his love to you. The basic stuff.

Notes: I have had major Kinich brainrot, especially with the sunflower edits of him on tiktok. So I took it upon myself to make a spiderman AU where he's spiderman! Yay! He's definitely OOC but I tried my hardest so please try to enjoy :3

(P.S. this stuff was written before he was released so this is not cannon!)

You were a simple researcher, wandering into the depths of Natlan. There was some elemental disturbance in some uncharted land underground, not wanting anyone else to get ahead of you, you embarked on your journey alone.

“Maybe I should've hired a mercenary.. Kinich would’ve been great.” you mutter. Kinich, a great mercenary, has such a cold demeanor yet he always stares at you and gives you such a warm gaze. You shake off the thoughts of your tiny crush as you slowly make your way through rough terrain. There were lava geysers all around and a hint of evil in the air, perhaps it was the abyss order.

You carried on, almost slipping into the multiple geysers all around. Thankfully you finally reached a safe point and decided to set up camp, just a simple tent and some traps in case enemies attack.

“Just a simple salad today, I have to preserve the meat for the hardest part of the adventure.” You say to no one aloud. 

You decide to mark down some observations of the cave you're in. So far you haven't come face to face with any enemies which is quite odd for an area with a highly condensed elemental energy. Perhaps someone has come before you. You mark off any important landmarks, different rocks, ancient markings. Sighing, you place your notebook down and shake your sore hand. 

“Time to sleep.” You stand up and stretch before heading into your tent for the night.

.

“Log number 18. I've still been searching for the cause of the elemental disturbance. Many enemies have appeared so I've done the reasonable thing and wiped them out. I do see a temple in the distance that radiates high elemental energy, so I will be checking that tomorrow but, right now it's time for me to rest.” Click. Kinich places down his recorder. 

“I’m not even getting paid for this gig. Why am I even doing this?” He sighs, leaning up against a nearby wall. 

See but Kinich knew exactly why, it was because of you. See Kinich had two jobs, one as a mercenary, one as a hero. He was known as Spiderman in Natlan, the way he would effortlessly swing with his grappling hook, and kill enemies of Teyvat as quickly as a black spider. He wore a mask in this identity, nobody knew who he was. Yet as he was weakened from an enemy far too strong and there he laid on the ground. You walked up, and instead of finding out who this mysterious Spiderman was, you kept his mask on, only pulling it high enough to wipe blood off his mouth. From then on he continued to have encounters with you, it always occurred whenever he got injured in battle, you were there by his side to patch up his wounds.

“I still don't even know your name.” Kinich reminisces about the moments spent together. “I'll get rid of this and protect you.” His promise fades away in the giant cave, nobody but himself to see it true. Kinich sets up a small sleeping bag, finally deciding to get some rest.

.

“New day, new adventure!” You say, trying to be optimistic. Although the truth is you could be farther from it. The elemental energy feels even more condensed than before, and there's this feeling of impending doom following suit. You quickly pack up your supplies not wanting to waste anymore time on this research trip. 

After what feels like hours, but in reality was probably no longer than 30 minutes, you see a temple in the distance. 

“This…” You stare at it from afar, shocked to even say a single word. The elemental energy that is pouring out from there is outstanding, there is definitely something suspicious going on. This is the first time in this adventure where you had second doubts, you definitely should've hired a mercenary, maybe Kinich. It's far too late for that now you decide as you begrudgingly step towards.

.

“These puzzles are definitely different from the ones we see around Natlan, right Ajaw?” Kinich looks at the strange mechanism.

“You really do suck if you can't get us through here. Wanna impress your lover researcher right? Right? Also why are you wearing that stupid mask, nobody is around.” Ajaw teases and questions the poor Kinich as he starts to get pissed.

“One I don't have a lover, two, this is for Natlan’s sake, something you must not understand, and three, I’ve gotten used to wearing it.” Kinich shoos away the now red Ajaw. “Finally figured out how it works though.” As he says that a door that was previously locked opens up.

“I see you've come to stop our plans once again traveler- ergh?!” A flame welding abyss lector pauses mid speech.

“Traveler? Do you mean the blond haired saviour going around helping people?” Kinich asks, recognizing the famous traveler.

“You're kinda totally ruining the plan I had dude.” The abyss lector says in defeat.

“What do you mean ruining the plan, huh!?” Ajaw yells, still upset about earlier.

“Well, the traveler and I were supposed to fight. After all, I totally ran away from our fight last time, heh. Just didn't wanna die you know?” The abyss lector laughs off his misfortune. “Nevermind that now I have to kill you, after all I can't have you leaking our information out and about.”

“Let's win this Kinich!” Ajaw says, trying to pump up his dear servant.

“Whatever you say I guess.” Kinich responds.

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“These puzzles.. They're complete, someone had to have been here before.” You conclude. When you arrived at the temple you saw numerous doors open. There were many unfamiliar marks covering the temple head to toe, you only recognize a few as abyss symbols. Through careful observation you notice an odd placing brick on the wall, not wanting to inspect it with your own hands, you opt for a nearby stick. You take a deep breath in and push against the suspicious brick, allowing a secret passage downwards to open. 

“Thank god that wasn't a trap.” You breathe a sigh of relief.

After finishing writing down all the information you need about this current room you decide to explore this secret passage, it's basically just a bunch of stairs leading downwards.

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“Shit you're one slippery guy, and what the hell is with that skill you're seriously like a spider.” The flame bearing abyss lector complains, definitely aggravated from the injuries inflicted on him.

“Yeah I tend to go by Spiderman, don't let the name wear out.” Kinich says, quickly using his skill to cover his eyes with his grapple, reducing his eyesight.

While covering the abyss lector’s eyes he uses a secondary grappling hook to start to spin himself, effectively wrapping the enemy up. 

“You damned brat! You'll pay for this!” The abyss lector yells while using his pyro skills, effectively destroying the web like wire that blocked his vision and disabled his movement.

“Too bad you weren't paying attention.” Kinich mutters, slicing his claymore against the back of the abyss lector, leading to its defeat.

“Ajaw, find anything of interest on his body, I'm going to check this machinery out.” Kinich orders Ajaw around, to which Ajaw complains but compiles.

In this room there's multiple computers showing different results, many different files of interest, and… a tube? Leading to where. Kinich is left to wonder. He takes a closer look at the tube to see a purple substance flow through it.

“Ajaw, find out where this tube leads, we'll switch jobs.” Kinich says, shoving Ajaw away from the flame abyss lector's body.

“Meh meh meh meh. Mr. Bossy-pants.” Ajaw mocks but goes right to finding where the location of the purple substance is coming from.

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“I should've turned around.” You can't help but complain. You had been walking down these stairs for god knows how long, with barely any light, and no clue if there's enemies at the bottom.

“I'm so dead aren't I.” You cry. In the middle of you trying to accept your fate you see a brighter light. Hopeful that it's the bottom you pick up your pace only to be met face to face with, prison cells?

There were glass cells, no, chambers filled with Saurians, a purple substance being sucked out and pushed into a hole in the middle of the room. You take careful steps forward, heartbroken, shocked at the sight you're seeing. The dragon's that inhabit the lands of Natlan, being sucked dry of their elemental energy. This has to be the work of the abyss order, you conclude. You look at the seemingly bottomless pit in the middle of the room. 

“This is… despicable. How could they do this to innocent creatures?” You mutter, looking down into the pit with sadness.

“Oh? What's my number one fan doing here?” A familiar voice echoes in front of you.

“Ah, Spiderman-!?” You look up only to be met face to face with an upside down Spiderman.

“I'm not surprised you're here, but why are you here alone? You don't have a vision so this place is draining you of your energy.” A slight bit of concern covers Spiderman's voice.

“I had to explore. This cave was uncharted and I wanted to resolve this issue as soon as possible.” You answer his question, “Not to mention you're hurt yourself. When did this happen?” He just scratches the back of his head.

“Just had a fight just now I'm alright though. Had to win to see you once again.” Spiderman admits. “It looks like I'll have to have another fight though. Please stay back alright.” He says while pulling down his mask, just enough to show his mouth. He moves forwards enough to give you a light kiss against your lips. He gives you a smile before putting his mask back on and jumping right into the fight.

You stand there for a few seconds processing what just happened. Not only did the Spiderman just say he wanted to see you again, but he also just kissed you? You hear the noise of abyss mages getting hurt and remember what Spiderman told you to do, so you try to walk over to the other side, away from the fighting.

You watch in awe as the amazing Spiderman uses his webs to his advantage, dodging the attacks from abyss mages and using them to weaken the shields so he can do heavy damage with his claymore. You’re so enamored by his performance you don’t realize how close to the edge of the pit you get too.

“Finally done with these abyss mages.” Kinich mutters, turning to you only to see you dangerously close to the edge, with abyss mages behind you. “Watch out-!” Kinich tries to call out to you but it’s too late, the abyss mages push you into the pit.

Kinich is quick to react, quickly using his grappling hook to connect and grab you, which ends successfully. Only problem now? He had two electro abyss mages in front of him, his grappling hook unusable at the moment. The panic that Spiderman was going to lose his battle, and someone he holds close to his heart.

No, he thinks. He can’t let it happen again, he can’t. The few times Kinich opened his heart it was left broken, with the death of his father and now soon to be you. He can start to feel his arms weaken and-

“How did you beat me here!?” A scream comes from up top. Kinich’s eyes open in surprise, then his lips curve into a small smile.

“Ajaw, could you please get these mages out of their shields, I need to get our friend out of this pit.” He orders, no, commands Ajaw, to which he slowly complies. Ajaw begins to attack the abyss mages, holding his own as Kinich quickly pulls you up to the top, hoping you were still alive in his grappling hook. 

“It’s funny really, I don’t understand why a simple researcher like you caught my eye.” Kinich mumbles to himself seeing your body appear from the purple smoke filled pit. Admittedly Kinich was scared out of his mind when you weren’t moving, but a simple pulse check let him know that you weren’t dead, but unconscious. A huge wave of relief flooded Kinich knowing you were safe. That’s when he swiftly grabbed his claymore which he had disregarded and landed the final attack on the abyss mages.

“We’ll report this to the warriors in Natlan. They’ll free the surviving Saurians.” Ajaw suggests which Kinich agrees.

Kinich reaches up and removes his mask, his face covered with scratches, blood, and sweat. Yet even so, he smiles warmly knowing that you were safe.

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Your head is spinning. You can’t see anything. You’re asleep. You have to just wake up. Wake up.

“Ugrh.” You groan, slowly opening your eyes to a recovery room. “Where am I?” You manage to speak out loud.

“You’re awake! I’m glad. See Kinich here found you in a temple and apparently you were all passed out, if he were later you might’ve died.” The doctor explains to you. Kinich? He found you but the only one who was at the temple with you was- oh. 

You quickly sit up surprising Kinich and the doctor who was at your side. You smile, “Thank you for the update doctor, but I need to speak with Kinich alone, if that’s alright.” You say weakly, nonetheless the doctor understands and leaves the two of you to your business.

“So, you’re Spiderman.” You state, waiting for him to deny, after all it can’t be true the the mercenary Kinich can also be the amazing Spider-

“Yeah.” He answers. Your thoughts pause, you freeze, and you just stare at him in shock.

“Why?” You ask, and he just tilts his head in confusion. “Why would you tell me your secret? I'm just a regular researcher, I don’t even have a vision.” You question, confused on why he would reveal his identity.

“It’s simple. Out of every fan I meet, you’re the only face I can remember, if I see you in a crowd I always tend to go into that direction. I may not even know your name but you show me with such care despite not knowing who I am.” Kinich confesses, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

“It’s right to be nice to everyone, even unknown identities.” You say.

“I guess you’re right, so will you humour me for a while and go on a date with me?” He asks you, looking at you with a warm gaze and a loving smile.

[alexanderlightweight]

I’m sure you can guess but I would love to prompt some more of A Stolen Heart? Magnus and Alec are just such good vibes in that one 😭😭 I hope your day has been good! And if it hasn’t I hope it gets better ❤️

i'm so sleepy but that's just cause of the heat!!! I go outside for more than ten minutes and am all 'i need a nap' but instead I got to write which honestly might be better! its been a good day so far tho! I hope yours is as well!

also i am not surprised but I am still delighted! I just had to figure out where Magnus was going with this because on one hand he wants vengeance and on the other hand nothing will stop him from coiling around Alexander and ensuring no more harm comes while he's healing.

I hope you enjoy 🩵

lumine

a stolen heart

Magnus should be going out and hunting down the suspects, narrowing down the list until it's concise and ensuring that everyone involved faces some level of damage.

Even the ones involved only peripherally.

However, the enemies are going nowhere just yet and Alexander is currently safe and secure and in Magnus’ arms and that’s the most important part.  What does anything else matter for a little while longer?

Alexander grumbles at him, still put out by the fact that Magnus won’t do anything more strenuous than cuddle or bathe with him.

Not because Magnus isn’t up for it, but because pushing Alexander’s body after his ordeal feels grotesque, no matter how much Alexander pouts at him.

Alexander was unconscious for days and while Magnus has happily fucked him while sleeping, there was a void when Alexander lay still and healed that Magnus had yet to fill.

“If you’re staying home you could at least spend it with me.” A tired mumble finally pokes him from his reading.

“I am.” Magnus reminds Alexander, he’s just also being careful. Alexander doesn’t need constant hovering and so Magnus is trying to find a steady inbetween, however considering Alexander’s been more grumbly and not less, he’s not doing as well as he thought. 

“You’re spending time with your books and sitting next to me. Not spending time with me.”  

Magnus pauses, because that’s not incorrect but also Alexander is looking at him with a damp sheen to his eyes and lips swollen from being bitten... by Alexander himself.

“You little minx.” Magnus mutters under his breath and Alexander looks even more intently at him and then purposefully, sniffles. “I’m not fucking you until Catarina clears you.”

Alexander sulks even more at that and finally Magnus relents, a little.

In a few seconds they’re snuggled together and Alexander sighs, content and smug and clearly pleased that his plan at least half-worked.

Magnus’ beloved darling who is learning tricks far too quickly for Magnus’ taste.

“You’re supposed to be napping. You know that’s why I was reading.” Magnus reminds Alexander, not actually upset but still concerned and Alexander grumbles back at him.

“Ignoring me.” Alexander retorts, clearly not upset but more than happy to argue simply for the sake of it. And then, after a moment he adds, “I’m not tired enough to sleep dreamlessly and the dreams are often of the void of my memories.  It’s not traumatic but it’s not restful. I’d rather lay here like this.”

That changes things and Magnus presses a fierce kiss to the top of Alexander’s head, burrowing closer and holding him tighter.

“I’m going to torment everyone who is involved for days, lovely.” He promises Alexander, “they will cry their agony with their blood and every moment you were gone from me is a pound of flesh waiting to be harvested.”  Alexander makes a soft, pleased noise and Magnus smirks.

Shadowhunters.

Half-feral despite the way that they play at civility.  

Not that Magnus is complaining. 

Alexander enjoying Magnus’ more protective instincts is a relief for Magnus. In fact it rather settles things for Magnus.

Magnus could bathe Alexander in the blood of their enemies and fuck Alexander and the only complaint his darling would have is wether or not the blood was worthy to stay on them while they fucked.

AN:

Magnus: I want to be both domestic and violent

Alec: ... I volunteer as tribute?

Magnus: no. you're healing.

Alec: wow. I see how it is. you get injured badly one time (Magnus in the background muttering *one time? Alexander? Really? One?) and suddenly you're unfuckable

Magnus: ... yes. such a shock that I don't want to fuck my

Catarina/Ragnor: it is kind of a shock

Magnus: I HAVE GROWN AS A PERSON OKAY

Alec: I haven't. I would like sex please. I can heal after the sex.

Magnus: NO!!!!!!!!! NO SEX! NO EXTREME CUDDLES! NO ANYTHING BESIDES GENTLE LOUNGING FOR AT LEAST THREE MORE DAYS

Cat: what happens after I clear him?

Magnus: I don't let him leave the bed until he can't walk and then he can't leave anyways

Alec: I can live with that. it's the waiting I hate.

Magnus: get hurt less.

Alec: *sad face*

[lovexjoe]

On the Run Mini Series

Warnings: Death, language, angst. Mention of abuse. Part 1

"This is your fault! If you would have just listened to me we wouldn't be stranded right now!" Kayla was fuming marching next to Armando. They had no communication back to the team. Honestly Armando saved both of their asses by landing the plane. Was she gonna admit that? Nope!

"We would have been fucked up either way, at least the enemies are dead and we can make our way back. Now shut the fuck up and do as I say. You're in my world now" He towers over her, beaming down at her letting her know if he wanted to he could just go his separate way and leave her to fend for herself.

They hated each other from the moment Armando step foot into their lives. Wanna know what's the cherry on top? Kayla was the one to shoot Isabel causing her to fall into the fire. Armando hated her guts since that very moment. In reality Isabel was gonna shoot him a second time, but he was already dazed out in Mike's arms to realize. No one else ever brought that moment up. Mood killer for sure.

Both of them were beat up pretty bad, neither of them ready to admit defeat as they kept moving through the woods trying to find a place to sleep. Kayla points out what seems like an abandoned camp sight. Armando found what he could for the fire and used the lucky lighter that survived the crash. Kayla was scared of the dark, if she looked pass the fire is was just an abyss of darkness. She busied herself by usually a branch to draw lines in the dirt.

They sat in silence. Armando looking at her as she continues to draw her lines, he never really looked at her face for too long. He was always disgusted with her in general. She took some hard hits during the accident, but she was still standing strong.

"Armando?" She looks up at him, not realizing that he was already looking at her. Her stomach doing a flip. He nodded his head for her to continue her question.

"What...what was it like for you growing up?" She didn't want him to explode, but she truly was bored out of her mind. They never had a decent conversation, so why not start now? He thought about her question for the moment, wanting to share, but knew she'd just pity him.

"Nothing close to the princess treatment you had." He said dryly then turn his focus to watch the fire. It was gonna take more than her big brown puppy eyes to get him to open up. Kayla bites her lip to keep herself from tearing up. It hit a sore spot, she never had the princess treatment. Her father was abusive to her and mom since she could remember. Just for her to enter an abusive relationship with her ex, that she barely escaped from. Kayla turns her back to Armando, sniffling and trying to get into a comfortable position to sleep. That was the last time she was gonna try to talk to him. They both dozed off listening to the fire and hoped tomorrow was a better day.

[getmeoutofhell]

You’re a joke

w/: ethan landry

request: Ethan Landry x Reader smut where there enemies to lovers and it’s the one bed trope PLSSSSSS

warnings: cliffhanger, cussing, & a little arguing.

“i’m not sleeping on shit else but this bed ethan. stop tryna be funny.” you were getting fed up with ethan’s bickering ever since you guys had to share a room.

you and ethan never really liked each other since the first day y’all met. you thought he was weird and wouldn’t ever shut the hell up about econ or whatever.

“i’m not being funny. i dead ass would prefer you’d sleep on the floor. like the animal you are.”

“bitch.” was all you could say back. you saw him roll his eyes right before reaching over and turning the lamp off. you just wanted sleep. but having this weirdo in here might make it impossible.

“ethan stay on your side of the bed. i don’t want you touching me or breathing on me. got it?”

“shut the hell up, y/n.” if it wasn’t pitch black in here, you’d be giving him the ugliest look known to man right now.

“you’re such a ball sack ethan. you’re so fucking mean to me. like do you ever just think before you speak?!”

“i’m mean to you?! i literally can’t be in one room with you for over 30 seconds without you saying something.” you felt your stomach drop as your anger increased.

“i’m not about to argue with you over your bullshit. good night ethan.” you rolled over on your side causing your back to be turned towards him.

“yea whatever.”

it’s been about 10 minutes you and you just can’t seem to relax enough to sleep. you don’t know why but you can’t. you felt ethan turn over having his face just inches away from the back of you.

some time later you managed to get comfortable enough to start dozing off to sleep finally.

until you felt someone’s hands slowly move against your ass.

you were in shock so you didn’t do or say anything for a slit second, before ethan broke the awkwardness.

“i know you want me to do this.” his voice sounded so deep, which caused your panties to start getting wet due to your arousal.

you knew you wanted him to touch you, but you would never let him hear those words come out of your mouth.

your still no response caused ethan to move his hand above the him of your bottoms, teasing you.

“say something please princess.”

you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like that he called you princess.

“no.” was the only words you gave him.

“you’re so stubborn.” his hands moved into your bottoms and underwear in one swift motion, his two fingers attacking to your clit.

“mmm.” you softly moan as his movements started speeding up.

“keep doing that baby.” he whispers to you. you couldn’t believe that ethan landry, the boy you ‘hate’, was seeing you vulnerable.

this is a joke.

anon who requested this please read comments!!

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