#especialy the ones like she had like the ones going up to your chest you gotta make sure there all nicely positioned or ur cooked

[infernothechaosgod]

the husband has been found going through wife's magic chamber without permission, the husband shall be punished in the form of the grand air jail

me? going back to my old WIPs and accualy working on them? more likely than you think

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Family Drama

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Daddy Kink, Swearing, Angsty, Infertility, Bullying

A/n:wow so this has been written for about three weeks, I honestly was never going to post it , a little to close to home ,but wrighting it made me feel better and it might make someone else feel better abput certain topics, this was hard to write but I do hope you enjoy it

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​

You introduce your new boyfreind to your family  but a spiteful sister tries to ruin what you and Henry have.

Family Drama

You were nervous. You'd been in a relationship with Henry for four months now but had kept it quiet, wanting to have a stong relationship before letting the media know. Especialy now that that it had been leaked that he was going to be playing Superman  again he seemed to be under more media scrutiny.That being said you'd both let your family closest to you know that you were seeing people. But for you you'd only told your mum she knew how you'd met and she knew he was an actor but that was it. Not that you didnt trust her because you did two peas in a pod no it you'd left out his surname so that she couldnt let it slip to your older sister. Your very jealous ,entitled ,narrsasistic older sister. The problem was that you'd been invited to your brothers yearly birthday bbq in a few days. You hadnt mentioned it to Henry yet worried it was too soon for all the family drama that could correction would come of it. You sighed sitting in his living room snuggling with kal as henry took a shower hed just come back from a run determined to get in better shape for his new role kal lounged across you reciveing a veriaty of hugs and kisses. Henry entered the living room in a loose shorts and tshirt damp hair hanging low on his forhead. Taking a seat next to you pullingnyour legs and kal to rest on his legs one hand stroking your calf his smiled faltered when he took in your thoughtfull face.

"You ok hun?" He said as his brow furrowed you leaned your head back on the sofa looking at him running your hand casually through kal's fur.

"Its my brothers birthday this weekend he's having a bbq" you heaved a big sigh as he listened intently as you  continued

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to go or not it might be to early for that" you mumbled more to yourself than anything. His eyes widened as he realized what you were getting at. you'd told him about your family how you and your mum were super close and one of a kind, you got on well with your brother Dean fine having shared interests. Then there was your sister Camille,  your both very different people and you found it hard to get along with her ,bottom line is she was the youngest spoilt princess untill you were born 10 years after her and she never forgave you for it. He nodded to you knowing how hard it was between the both of you.

"I'd love to go I've been thinking of asking to meet your family, I know we decided to take is slow but I love you and this is the real deal." He said relaxing and worrying you at the same time.

"Really? You don't mind? Even though you know theres going to be drama? and my nieces and nephews are probably going to call you superman?" since dating him you thought it'd be a good idea to watch a few of his films and could kick yourself for not recognising him from a few. He squeezed your leg reasuringly "I dont mind I want you know I'm there for you and I love you"  he said leaning over kal kissing you lightly before ushering him off so he lie over you as the kiss got heated resulting in him resting between your thighs as he rocked deliberatly against you before running kisses down your neck.

"How do you feel about showing up to the party with a few of my marks?" You giggled at that slapping his arm lightly.

"You know sometimes I wonder when my shy sweet man turned into a horndog?"  resting over you on his hands leaning in stealing kisses before sucking deep marks on your neck nudging your tshirt to the side leaving another between your neck and collar bone you moaned lightly as he rubbed against your mound chuckling into your shoulder.

"Sounds like I'm not the only horndog" he said grinding harder against you letting you feel him hardening you pouted.

"Hey don't steal my thunder" he leaned up off you before pulling of his top. No matter how many times you saw him he still took your breath away especially since he was determined to bulk up more befor filming. Your heat clenched in anticipation as he made a show of flexing his muscles throwing away his tshirt. He wasted no time tugging the bottom of your shirt over your head dragging your sports bra with it leaving  his eye blown wide as he  drank in the sight of you bare before him. Licking his lips as he dived in kissing and suckling at your breast then teasingly rolled your nipples between his teeth, you bucked up into him moaning making him groan low in his chest your smugness didnt last long tho as he flipped you over onto your knees below him leaning forward you grabbed the arm of the sofa for leverage. You loved how he could manoeuvre you any way he liked. You giggled then slid back rubbing your ass along his prominent bulge then made small circular motions tormenting him as you rocked forward and back he hissed grabbing your hips holding you still against him befor a heavy palm slapped your ass.

"Little brat" he growled then ran his fingers against your slit as your enterance wept in anticipation,  you gripped arm of the sofa tighter between your fingers moaning loud as he continued teasing your wet opening. He arched over you chest flat against your back and used one hand to pull your hair tilting your head back the other tore your shorts and panties down your thighs.

"Think you can tease me and get away with it missy?" He grunted in your ear leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck biting hard and sucking again as he shimmied his shorts down just enough to pull out his cock rubbing his weeping head against your clit tapping it harshly making you squeel as your arousal seeped onto him  you cried out as he drew lines along your pussy lips he pushed forward nugding the fat head of his cock to your opening teasingly withdrawing before repeating the movement moveing deeper.

"Fuck please Henry please dont tease I'm sorry" you gasped out when he kissed your cheek and pushed in to you slowly savouring the feel of your walls clench him tightly sucking him in deeper you always felt imposibly full as his hips rested flush against you the head of his cock resting snug against your cervix you moaned out loud when he began rocking the veins on his cock massaged your walls with delicious friction he leaned back hand still pulling your head back. Before grinding against your clit and curving his hips forceing you to arch your back following his movment up you grunted out a moan.

"Ready baby?" You nodded using what little slack he had given you on your hair. "Fuck yes oh god please" you whined looking back up at him eyes glazed over he pulled his hips back snapping them forward not hesitating he set a brutal pace driving you wild.

"Fucking little tease! You think its a good idea to tease daddy?" You whined at the back of your throat shaking your head as he spanked you again

"I asked you a question bratt!" You cried out as his palm struck you again

"N-no daddy I'm sorry daddy please please let me cum please" he grunted out a laugh at your desperate plee you hissed at the slight pain of him bumping against your cervix. He released your hair choosing to wrap his fingers around your throat tight enough to restict your pants pausing he set one foot flat on the floor and pulled you back towards him with one hand then returned to his punishing pace, with every thrust tilting his hips up slightly the new angle made you see star as he was brushing your swollen clit.

"God you take me so well baby girl fuck your still so tight" you opend your mouth in a silent scream tucking your head down as you trembled your pussy clamping down on him uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck I'm close so close" he breathe down your back moving his hand down between your legs to flick at your clit harshly pinching it that was all it took you squeeled loud as you came around him in violent tremors thrusting into you before holding still grunting loud as he peaked inside of you grinding against you determined to make your joint orgasms last, you whimpered as you felt him pour into you, both heaving deep breaths. He breathed out a laugh releasing you patting your hip as he sat down dragging your limp body onto his lap relaxing and pulled your panties back up over your hips keeping his seed smeard against you for as long as he could, you'd found that he was quite a possesive man and was  throughly turned on knowing he was smeard between your thighs. He turned your face kissing you passionately before running his hand down your neck smirking Traceing the three love bites he had left two on yout neck one above the other and the thrid on your collar bone you smiled giggling at him when he picked you up heading towards the bedroom knowing that there was atleast one more round instore today and probably a few more tonight.

You rung your hands together today was the day you'd let your family know that you were bringing someone to the bbq your mum was thrilled to finally put a face to the man who'd made you so happy, Dean seemed happy that you'd found someone and Camille, well she was less than thrilled she prefered that you'd remain single so she could rub her new husband and son in your face and make offhanded comments about how you'd never find a husband like she had. Not that you wanted what she had, a childish husband that refuses to get a job to provide for his family and was creeepy enough to make your skin crawl. He was a boy you wanted a man.You sighed checking your phone again Henry was supposed to pick you up but had to take a call about delays to the filming schedule now you were going there with your mum and Henry was going to arrive a little late. You forced a smile as your mum pulled up beside you quickly leaving your house warnkng your babies to be good. She noticed you were a little tense.

"Whatever happens just remember he loves you Y/n and he is there for you" you nodded

"I know I'm just nervous I hope you like him" she smiled before pulling away from the curb

"I've seen how happy he makes you trust me I'll love him" she reassured you in only a way a mother could. Then raised an eyebrow at your neck you blushed as you knew what she was looking at.

"Not sure how your brothers going to react to his baby sister smothered in those" you groaned leaning back into the seat as she laughed

"Didn't think of that... it was his idea and I can't exactly stop him or want to if I'm Honest" she snorted at that. It was a short drive to Dean's house you were greeted by an entourage of excited nieces and nephews quickly wrestling each of them for kisses and cuddles before following them into the garden as they made a bee line to the trampoline you heard a scoff.

"Thought you were bringing someone? I was quiet looking forward to meeting your mysterious other half" dripping with sarcasm you ignored her and sat down across from her calling out a greeting to Dean who was cooking at the built in bbq he waved the spatular.

"He had to take a call about rearranging the flights" you replied not wanting to ignore her completly and rock the boat already. You felt eyes on you and realised that your sister in law had clocked onto your neck.

"Oh someones been getting it, I'm looking forward to meeting him you've been together what three months?" she teased plafully you got on well with her and was closer in age. You blushed beet red befor pulling out your phone as you recived a text it was Henry telling you he was 10 minutes away turn out he was just being told his new flight dates you smiled and left it on the table. You nodded at her Camille sneered but caught herself plastering a kind looking smile.

"Yeah I dont understand why you kept it quiet. Your not embarrased of him are you?" She asked bitingly you frowned as you poured yourself a lemonade sipping it collecting yourself before answering

"No I'd never be embarrassed of him. But we thought we would take it slow and see where it goes befor diving right in" she chuckled sipping her drink as you said his name.

"He's an actor isn't he? so what is he one of those actors that works on indie films? Or a proper actor? would I have seen him in anything? is one of those 'actors' always in the background" You growled a little as she laughed then you smirked at this looking at her scrawny husbands arms both covered in dc sleeve tattoos Camille may not recognise him but her husband definatly would.

"Yeah maybe ,he has been in quite a few things, tv show and some big blockbusters." You leaned forward drinking a few mouthfuls to hide a smirk ,today you were going to finally shut her up the greatest revenge for all her years of tearing you down was proving her wrong. She had spent so long since you grew up knockjng you back drummjng into you that no one would ever want you that it had caused a few problems with Henry in the beginning,  it had taken a lot of convincing but finally you were happy and confident that someone did want you and he was incredible. Today was the day you could be a little smug.

"Well he can't be that big of a deal if he is with you now can he?" She giggled hoisting her son up onto her lap coddling him, you frowned.

"Well he is working on a big one now, a sequel" she snorted again taking a sip of her wine.

"Really?" You clenched your fists in irritation wanting to defend your man

"Yes he works for dc" her husband looked up smiling

"Really? Dc comics?" You smiled leaning back knowing his intrest would push her buttons you nodded.

"Yeah not sure how much I can say tho, but thats what the phonecalls are about today, something came up with one of his costars so they have had a change in the dates he is just getting the new flight details" he nodded smileing you could see he was excited tdying to think of who it was, you wont say you want it to be a shock as childish as that was, you had a good smart god of a man and you wanted to show him off, rub him in your sisters face. You smiled as Camille started sneering even tho your still nervous your brother came over to the table placing down a large tray of sausages burgers and chicken kababs.

"Wheres your other half?" he said as everyone dug in you smiled accepting a plate off one of you nieces who was diligantly passing them out you quickly caled her as she made to go past you.

"Lotty can I have another one darling?" She nodded confused but still handed you one. You turned to your brother

"He'll be here in a minute, he had a work thing that couldn't wait." He nodded "Wana explain them before he gets here?" He nodded to your neck teasing you as he piled his plate. You blushed

"Uh haha well we got a little carried away after his workout this morning....I'd rather not say more then that." You said quietly helping yourself to a burger and some salad. He smirked at you ruffling your hair

"Finally growing up eh? Just be safe" You slapped his had away with a quiet fuck off the banter was cut short as your sister scoffed.

"Be safe not like shes gonna get pregnant" you stopped smileing hurt by the comment as she chose that moment to hug her eighteen month old son, it was true you couldnt but she didn have to be such a bitch about it, she saw you as less of a woman now, her view was a woman wasnt a true woman if she did not have children, an ideal that she had spent her whole life wrapped around a desperate need for a baby and somehow she was better than you because she had a baby and you were never going to, and never missed a chance to remind you that you'd never be 'complete' as she puts it, never find someone who'd stay with you when they found out children was not an option for you, it had been confirmed you pretty much couldn't have kids there was the a very very very slim chance youd ever conceive, so low youd been told to think of yourself as barren and in the miracle that you did fall pregnant  you probably wouldnt carry to term, since then she had made sure to beat you down with it, it was still a fresh wound a difficult thing for any woman to accept but your not even in your thirties which somehow made it even worse, not that you planned any kids, you actually never wanted them it was always 'maybe one day' but there is a difference between choosing not to have them and being told you can't.

"Why the fuck have you gotta bring that up like that for?! Stop being such a bitch about it!" Your brother came to your defence she slid back cradeling the toddler smugly. Suddenly any argument brewing was halted by the door bell you shoke your head making to move but moved faster when you heard a loud array of shouts and yells of excitment from the house your eyes bugged out as your older nephews ran out of the back door dragging Henry behind them.

"Look look its Superman! Dad dad look he knows aunty Y/n" Silence fell across the table as the kids made a fuss over Henry who was starting to chuckle nerously.Your brother in law gapped at Henry dropping his fork your brothers wife rose her eyebrows then tilted her head nodding saying 'you did well' Camille was just blinking, she looked broken .

"Oi what have I told you about opening that front door to strangers?" Your brother broke the silence scolding his son david who replied naively.

"But hes not a stranger,  its Superman, hes not bad, he's a good guy." 

"Hey babe turns out I was only 5 away." He chuckled as david watched in awe as 'superman' leaned in and kissed you on the lips then held his hand out to Dean. "Im Henry ,sorry I'm late-" he snapped his head down as david and tyson clambered around him pulling at his top a little

"Oh my god auty y/n are you dateing superman!?!"

"Are is he gonna be our uncle? Are you going to marry her?"

"Can you take me flying? What does it feel like?"  Henry chuckled at the boys as they practically vibrated with excitement. Henry nodded down at the boys

"Well boys we aren't getting married yet but we are dating, but I dont think your mum will like me flying around with you yet, maybe when your older?" they smiled at Henry then continued asking him tonnes of questions soon all of the kids were surronding him you smiled apologetically but he just laughed answering all their questions, playing along for them not wanting to upset them after a few mineuts the excitment died down and they were ushered back to the smaller table to have lunch by their parents, he rubbed the back of your neck quickly reassuring you before stopping near your brother who shrugged.

"Sorry about the kids..."

"Its perfectly fine,I get it all the time ...I'm just happy I've made a good impression on some of y/n family at least, sorry for being late I had to reschedule a few flights and stuff" they shook hands.

"Dean her brother, and don't worry about it works work and its good your serious about it, a better first impression than some" he replied casting your sisters hunsband a look that no one missed as Henry sat down beside you placeing an arm across your shoulders. Kissing the side of your head.

"So you gonna introduce me love?"  He asked motioning around the table everyone Camille release her husbands hand batting at him as he reached out for her thrusting her son at him then placed one hand in her lap and leant over the table holding out her hand as if he should kiss it giving him sultry eyes trying to entice him.

"Im Camille y/n's older sister" she said fluttering her eyelashes at him you tensed knowing what she was doing. Henry grasped her offered hand and shook it. Causing your mum to snort a laugh into her glass and others to chuckle. Camille has done this before, the only other serious relationship you had ended cos of arguments about how he acted with her, tho back then she wasn't married.  Pulling back Henry smiled at her and casually ran his fingers across your lovebite riddled neck, then pulled you in placing another kiss to it making you giggle pushing him away, but he fought a little capturing your hands kissing your palms. You smiled as she clenched the hand he shook into a fist before lowering it beside her plate. Henry was a master of posessive gestures but she had got the message

"Nice to meet you. And this is your husband?" He said politely charming voice. She bristled as she watched him tuck you into his side leaning back watching as her husband shook his hand and started kissing his ass, she slumped back huffing and levled her man with a look making him sit back and let you finish introduceing him to everyone happy that your man had your back.

"So the kids called you Superman? I dont think I've seen your version, I'm sure I'd have remembered seeing you in a tight suit" she dropped her voice and twiddled with her straw her husband gulped

"I have been trying to get you to watch it with me but you said you don't do nerdy shit" he spoke upand you giggled as she gapped flstered, Henry just smirked tugging holding your leg beneath the table patting it softly as you tensed.

"Well thats a shame tho I know that heros aren't evenyones thing, But yes I've played superman in man of steel and soon we will be filming Batman vs Superman so I'm excited for that"  you giggled

"And I for one am definitely looking forward to that" he laughed out loud poking your side

"And I wonder why?" You giggled at him

"Well I'm looking forward to getting the bed to myself for a few weeks" he shook his head

"Like you sleep on the bed? Babe you sleep on top of me I dont think youve touched the mattress...wait scratch that I know you have~" you stuttered as the others rolled their eyes chuckling you slaped his arm lightly as he joined in wriggling his eyebrows at you, you noticed from the side of your eye Camille moved closer to him, leaning over the table fluttering her eyes and squeezing her chest to show off her assets, you cringed biting your lip as he gave her a smile and cleared his throat look then cast his gaze to you, you must have taken his smile as the wrong way as you looked down he sighed moving his hand up your thigh then leaned in to you whispering in your ear

"And this is why you should have let me cum in your panties before you left, it would have been a reminder that you are mine, the only one for me, but I suppose we will just have to remember next time" he parted from your ear with a quick but very noticable nip on your ear lobe you shuddered blushing bright red looking at him bashfully before he plucked a cherry tomato from your plate winking as he popped it in his mouth.

"So your stepping into the role again? can't wait for that?" Your brother in law said enthusiastically Your sister fumed quietly to herself watching as Henry had snubbed her for you, she didn't know what he had said but it was something that made you embarrassed he wiped his mouth with a napkin as he nodded.

"Yeah filming starts in a few months.... now anyway which reminds me babe you need to sort out your passport" you blinked at him

"What? why?" He grinned at you

"Well I know how much you liked the last suit so I did some talking to the director and you my love have been invited on set for a few weeks....So we need to get your passport sorted I was hopeing to take you with me, they said it'd be fine for you to bunk with me and Kal for a few weeks if your up for it" you furrowed your brows

"You told them I like the suit?! You-really Henry?" He gave you a cheeky grin

"Well I didnt say the words but... he knew what I meant" you gave him a look and sighed shaking your head at him, deep down he was a child

"Seriously their okay with that? You wont mind me on set I mean your going to be busy" He smiled nodding quickly

"Yes Id love to have you there, we do that sometimes have our other halves come over to see us work for a while, youll get to see some of the filming and meet the others, we can spend a few nights in a hotel to if you want you know go about town anyway they gave me to okay so think it over" you smiled nodding makingnhim beam at you.

"You should go! I can take the dogs for a few weeks" your mum added snickering at the face your sister pulled as she thumped her glass down. Henry was was trying to make a point you could tell by the way he lathered you with attention more then usual,unable to keep his hands off of you, always kissing or leaning into you as he spoke with the others around the table. He seemed to get on well with everyone, your mum loved him and Dean seemed to like the his banter he fit in well with you all ,so well he was already going on a fishing trip with your brother in a few weeks, you were relaxed you had expected him to get on with your family and he had been ignoring the way your sister was trying desperately trying to flirt with him beautifuly evading all her little tricks and counteracting  all her digs he seemed to get annoyed  and eventually brought up about her wedding again useing the opportunity and switched talking to her husband who was being a right little fanboy asking for an autograph and gushing over him which pissed her off even more the final straw was when the kids got him with their water guns and found themselves casually tossed in the pool one by one by him and dean both shaking their heads they both pulled off their tops. You watched as everyone raised brows at him you licked your lips as your sister in law leaned in

"Your a lucky bitch you know that?" You both giggled

"Trust me it gets better, you want to see his thighs" she scoffed

"Fuck thighs I want to see his cock, details bitch details!"

"Leathal and addictive" You both laughed loud drawing his attention from his conversation with Dean, he raised an eyebrow at youshaking his head when you both became bright red

"I think our women are being cheeky" he smirked as you both blushed and began giggleing again, Camille was sitting drooling over him as he walked around her to the washing line throwing his and deans tshirts over it, he froze frowning when your sister placed a hand on his torso and moved up to his chest firmly.

"Wow so thats what you were hiding beneath all that?" he cleared his throat nodding then batted away her hand sat back down you grunted wanting to smack her one he stopped you kissing your cheek trying to calm you down.

"But then again you'd have to have muscles to move her about with the extra weight she carries" there were gasps and growls from around the table you froze henry growled a little his eye became cold.

"Well I think a woman should be just that...a woman big or small doesn't matter...Tho personally I'm an ass man  and your sisters is fantastic, isn't that right sweetheart?" You flushed as he rounded the table again then scopped you into his lap wrapping his arms around you under your bust making them rise a little

"And these can't forget them either" you giggled as he quickly stole kisses from you once that little ploy failed she was quiet sulking to herself watching as you and henry kept on slowly picking at the food on his plate conversation flowed nicely, that is until camille spoke up again this time going in for the kill.

"So Henry how do you feel about kids?" She asked everyone around the table stopped. Oh shit here we go.

"Camille!" Your mum warned but it was too late Henry smiled at he placing a hand on your thigh.

"Well its early days we haven't discussed it but I'd love to have kids some day and if everything goes according to plan it will be with y/n" you turned to him sharply dreading. He unknowingly walked into your sisters trap. Your heart broke at his admission and he saw it on your face as he glanced at you. In the background you heard your sister gasping.

"Oh no I'm sorry seeing as you were serious I thought you'd spoke to him." She freighned and apologetic look. It took every once of self control not to fly at her over the table.

"Tell me what?" Henry asked befor his eyes widened. Shit. Here it comes again the talk and enevitable break up. You couldn't have kids plain and simple. And no one wanted a young woman who would never be able to give him a child of his own. You gave one last tearfull look to tyour snake of a sister.

"Your a cruel bitch!" then got up leaving the table Henry right behind you as you got in the kitchen. Sitting down at the table you hung your head low hideing your tears as you knew the best thing to happen to you was about to leave.

"I knew this was a stupid idea" you managed between your sobs as you heard angry voices out side you go to move but he stops you. He leant down infront of you making you look at him.

"Hey it wasn't,no dont worry about them...Come on baby look at me." You shook your head befor quickly having him tuck you into his chest rocking you lightly calming you down. You hugged him tight trying to savour the last little comfort he was going to give you.

"Sweetheart I'm sorry its something we should have talked about Before starting to have sex huh?" He said kissing your head as he tilted your face to look at him smoothing your hair wiping your tears away with his thumb, reaching over you he tore off some kitchen roll before dabbing yout face with it and handing it to you as you unwound your arms from his waist feeling the cold prickles of dread in your stomach. Taking a deep shakey breath you steeled yourself for what was to come. He leaned against the table beside you waiting patiently.

"I.. she did this on purpose Henry love....I love you...B-but I can't have kids, well Its very unlikley....They said its nearly impossible.....I'm sorry so sorry...Youd make a great dad and I want you to know I understand....If its something you really want then we should cut our losses now befor-" you jumped as he growled gripping your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, he was stern, upset and angry. "You are not leaving me. Not over this. I meant what I said in the garden I'd love to have a family someday and if we can't have children of out own then there are other options. God knows that there are hundreds of children in the system that are waiting for loving homes to be adopted into and if we really want to go through the whole nine yards then we can have a surrogate." You gaped at him shaking your head

"Wh-what you dont understand I cant- Im not a true woman! I'm never going to give you-"

"Enough! I dont ever want to hear you say that again! A true woman , of coures you are! Your mine and who cares we can have kids other ways...Children do not make you a true woman or not I love you and we can find a way if we want our own... I suppose Camille  put that stupid thought in your head?"

"Shes right what kind of woman cant-Im broken Henry! How can you be okay with this?" You shrugged unable to continue as you began trying to fighr back sobs still not believing he would stay. He deserves a happy home full of love and family.

"I dont care love" he grabbed you shaking your shoulders a little desperate for you to look him in the eye

"I dont care I fell in love with you, not for the fact you could give me children or not, but your kind and funny and...your my soul mate I.Love.you dont you understand that, I want you no one else and this will make us stonger, you are perfect and you are not broken you my better half and my woman... My stunning, perfect woman Y/n and we are not over,I'm not leaving you and you are certainly not leaving me not over this" you sniffled still confused not fully understanding what was going on. 'Why is he saying this? Why hasn't he left? The others did' you frowned at him

"Wh-what? No yo-you should be angry...Leaving...no one wants a young woman who can't give them children of their own" You mumbled confused at him he sighed again befor loweing down to eye level releasing his grip on your chin and carassed your face lightly you shuddered leaning into him.

"Sweetheart in case you havent realised children isn't the be all and end all for me, we can find another way later down the line, besides you said its very unlikely not impossible and if we decided to try for kids you can bet your ass I will be fucking you full every chance I get! Fuck I might even tie you to the bed for a week or so and that my love is a promise and a threat.. .Really this is my fault we should have spoke about this before starting to have sex I was a little to eager in that respect." You blushed remebering just how eager he was not that he was the only one. He kissed your cheek.

"I love you, so much and I'm planning on being with you for as long as you can stand me" he said before kissing you passionatly pulling you up and sitting you on the table standing between your parted knees he pulled away. 

"You really don't have a problem with it?" He shook his head before attaching himself to you again tangeling tongues holding you tightly against his chest trying to pour all his feelings into you.

"Problem? With the enevitable fuck fest? Babe I'm a man. And like I said if that doesn't work we have options" you smiled tugging him back down giving him a tender kiss that got deeper as he pulled ou forward you heard someone clear their throat making you jump away. Peering around Henry you saw dean standing at the door arms folded you flushed and shrunk.

"So I take it by the way your sucking on my baby sister theres no need for me to,kick the shit outta you?" He asked casually Henry chuckled squeezing your hips holding you still as you tried to shimmy off the table around him.

"No sir, got it all straightened out. Haven't we babe?" You nodded sheepishly

"Good cos I don't feel like having my ass handed to me in front of my own kids...I mean I know I wouldn't win but I'd have to try...being that little twats older brother and all" you smiled at him Henry laughed

"Trust me we are good, just needed to clear the air, you know how she gets always thinking the worst,  a habbit I'm slowly breaking" Dean nodded smileing as you was tucked up in Henry's arm's as he pulled you from the table all three of you snapped your head to the door as you heard a loud cry then heels stomping into the kitchen from the garden, camille was clutching her face supporting a bloodied nose she sneared at you venomously

"Well I hope your fucking happy! Walking in here thinking your better than everyone! He probably isn't even with you! A fucking look alike escort pathetic!" You grit your teeth

"What's pathetic is a fucking married woman jealous of her baby sister! Grow up for fuck sake you are not gods gift! god sake just threw yourself at my boyfriend infront of your whole family including your husband and son" she took a step back looking for a quick escape, you'd never stood up to her like this before.

"You spent years trying to knock me down and for what? Jealousy hatred you know I don't know what I've done you make you hate me but I'm sick of trying to make it up to you, from now on you can go fuck yourself, I spent years looking up to you, wanting what you had but now I see you never had anything not really, it was always someone elses man, someone elses baby to fawn over ,your other halfs cars you had fuck all yourself and now what you've got isn't fucking worth having so you have to make yourself feel better by stomping all over me the first time I've seen it clear as day your fucking jealous!" She sniffed blinking stunned that you snapped back, you pointed at her face ignoring the way Henry moved to pull you back if you start swinging.

"I've had it, don't ever talk to me again, ever and I truly mean that, we. are. done." She took another step back shocked before screeching.

"What?"

"I mean it, this is the last straw for me, we're done I'm done you tried to sabotage the best thing thats ever happened to me because you hate the idea of me somehow out doing you. Fuck you. As far as I'm concered I have no sister" she looked upset and went to touch you but you flinched away.

"Y/n you can't mean-"

"Your a toxic and childish person Camille, come back when you grow up until then stay the fuck away" she tried blinking back tears, she never expected for you to cut her out of your life, it hurt deep she looked down then quickly made her way past you through the kitchen her husband carrying their toddler behind her looking thoughrly embarassed

"Y/n I'm really sorry-"

"Fuck off, your just as bad! You were made for each other" he sighed glancing at the others in the room before following her out seconds later the front door slammed shut so hard it shook the interior walls. You and dean shared a look turning as your mum who had been by the back door watching walked into the kitched going over to the sink she turnt on the tap running her hand under cold water.

"I don't think we will see her for a while." She said quietly as she stopped the tap "Henry could you pass me the kitchen roll please" he did as he was asked. Dean spoke up in disbelief.

"Did you just smack her?" She shook her head

"No no of course not, you should know by now I punch, that was way out of line and she knew it, then she started mouthing off to me when I told her some home truths having the audacity to try and turn it around playing the victim I've had enough of her shit stirring in this family." You mother said as she placed the kitchen roll on her red knuckles. Dean scoffed out a laugh

"Fucking typical the one time she gets what she deserves and I fucking miss it." You giggle a little. Yeah it was typical. Your mum aproached Henry.

"Im sorry you had to see that ,its not usually this bad... but this was coming for a long time, I don't know whats up with that girl but she doesn't think anyone but her has the right to be happy, everything is a competition , shes spent years putting y/n down and it must have really boiled her piss that y/n has found happiness with a handsome successful man ,she has to be top dog today she learnt she isnt. Henry I can't thank you enough for giving Y/n the confidence she needed to snap back, I've watched that girl tear y/n apart for years and none of us could give her the boost she needed to sort it out but you did." Your mother explained. Henry smiled down at you kissing your head .

"No need to apologise or thank me, y/n warned me but I thought she may have exaggerated, I was caught off gaurd and that was my fault... And we never spoke about children...if we do want them in the future we will find a way" He said sheepishly before pulling you towards him you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you keeping you as close to him as possible. It was then that david came running in. 

"Dad can we have cake now?" Dean nodded to him and ushered you all out into the garden for cake henry sat and dragged you onto his lap kissing the back of your neck lightly as you both dug into your cake.

"You ok now love?" You nodded leaning back on his chest finishing your mouthfull then reaching up you kissed under his jaw.

"Yeah I'm perfect." He ran his nose along the shell of your ear.

"Really? you've had a stressfull day, I think I might have to help you de-stress once we get home." He whispered heatedly you laughed at him as he ran his nose along your neck biting softly.

"Oi loverboy back up thats my baby sister." Dean said waving a fork at you both Henry pulled back a little with a cheeky grin.

"Yes sir, we will keep it pg....untill we get to the car" Dean laughed as the blushed slapping his arm

"Henry no!" He grinned before trapping you in a bear hug shouting

"Henry yes!" Before sucking on your neck making you wriggle trying to squirm away as everyone laughed watching your antics, finally he stopped and kissed your cheek before you both relaxed watching the kids run around hyped on sugar, you leaned back against him as he hummed into the back of your neck giving a quick kiss.That was when it really sunk in that he was still here. He still wanted you. Tears welled in your eyes as you realised it was all going to be ok. You tucked your head in his neck hiding your tears of relief.

"I love you." You mumbled into his chest he wrapped his arm around you tighter resting his face in your hair.

"I love you too" ending with a kiss on your hair looking up he saw your mum and brother looking at him  questioning what was going on he mouthed 'relief' you them and they nodded in understanding as you snuggled into him more.

[thurilostiel]

Do you mind talking about your Blind Oracle? She looks very interesting and beautiful!! I really love her design!!! 🥺🙏

Ok so first of all @cringeyvanillamilk @one-leaf-grimoire @shinyshammie cuz you all seemed interested in the OC of mine. Sooo.... *looks over at like 30 pages of written text for BO’s backstory and pet guides* I’ll start with most basic things, in a short list so that you can choose whenever to read all of this or just the summary.  Also Thank you for the name suggestions, they’re really fun and I had Lilith in there as well, but for like a slightly different meaning of the name. Name used by her: ‘Oracle’[after getting her grimoire], Thana Nickname given by Nozel, as she said she wasn’t given a name upon birth: Gulisa, and later Libi Full name: Lilith Razili Graddfa'r Ddraig Title: Blind Oracle Status: Of well respected Diamond’s Kingdom noble familly DOB: 20th of April Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: [???] she might be ace, but that’s due to a trauma, still questioning Height: 164cm / ~5′4 feet Weight: 54kg / ~119 lb Eye colour: Deep forest Green -green that goes into grey’ish colour spectrum the farther from the center Hair lenght and colour: Long -while down they get past her shoulder blades, longest part goes till her waist- Dark brown with highlights [of slight reddish tones] Skin colour: Delicate carmely tan [typical Central EU skin tone] Special marks/scars: has lots of little scars on her arms and upper back, her eyes have a visible markings on the irises [will include pic later] Magic affinity/magic’s name[as the one written in the grimoire]: Light / Fallen Luster Magic type: Supportive summonings Favourites: food- fresh fruits, ice minties, a big meaty meal, mint ice cream drinks- fruit juice[apple and orange juices], water with frozen lemon/grapes and mint dos- hum melodies, take long walks with her companion[s], experiment with her eyes, making things for her pets and/or others dear to her don’ts- arguing, being descriminated, being in big crowds, having others play heroes for her [i.e. pretend there are robbers nearby and shove her inside an alley to ‘protect her’] Magic Knight Squad: She’s blind so she’s not that confident to get herself into this bussines Race: Half dragon (don’t @ me, you gave me this idea guys, you know where this came from) Personality: kind and shy pesimist, who always looks at the worst possible scenario to be prepared for anything she can think of. Known pets of hers : Emrys - an aftereffect of her father’s experiment, was with her from her 3rd birthday till May5th after her 18th birthday. Unidentified under-race of, what everyone assumed was, a wolf and fox mix, with low nobility mana levels, allowing him to use few ‘spells’ of flower magic. His favourite flower was a Pond Lily, and he loved to snack on freshly cought fishes. Died on May 5th. [need to finish his visuals, tho he’s inspired by a pet in a browser game Eldarya write down ‘Eldarya Rowtsya’ into google and this is really close to what Emrys look[ed] like] Mer - foundling Crystal Eagle of Oracle. He dropped out of a nest on top of a tree under which the girl was resting. He was a little hatchling then, not more than 2 weeks old, the smell of chocolate cookie brought him to such a brave act. Mer was too small to fly back up ot the nest, also Oracle hadn’t noticed that he’s an eagle untill about a month after he joined her on the adventure, and moved on right after giving him the rest of her cookie, making the smol birdie confused as he was never that far away form his nest and decided to stick to her. Mostly because she still got more cookies to feed him. He’s a little grumpy, but he helps her getting around on her travels. He loves chocolate cookies, corn, and ice minties. He’s getting mad really easily, while mad will refuse to eat and fly, instead will be stompin’ angrily on the ground so Oracle will hear him being mad. Meanings of names: Lilith - night monster, monster mother; also believed to be the name of first wife of Adam, a succub that brought fear to little children and pregnant ladies Razili - of Hebrew’s origins meaning ‘Lord’s secret’ Graddfa'r Ddraig - that’s just her father attempt to act human. ‘Dragon Scale’ in Welsh. Due to her mother’s pasing she wasn’t allowed to wear the noble familly name. Gulisa - Little[as in Weak] Heart [Georgian’s origins] Libi - My heart [Hebrew’s origins] Thana - Arabic name meaning ‘Death’ So the backstory goes a little like this: Lilith was taken out of her mother’s dead body about 2h after her death and put into the coffin on her mother’s chest as she was a silent one and not one of servants believed she’d still be alive. Her father was the one to react to her cries and open up the coffin to see his daughter trying to feed herself but getting nothing above few droplets of blood from now uncovered breasts. This caused her to be of a weak heart and health in general, would scratch easily, get exhausted from simple tasks... The father[a dragon and an idiot when it comes to human interactions] somewhat took care of her, not knowing what to do with babies he just stuck to giving her bottles with milk whenever she cried and if that didn’t work get a servant to change her daiper. Her real name was never used inside the castle, her father was using her [draconic version of] middle name or ‘shortenings’- he meant sweetheart but was saying weakheart, meant sweetie when saying hatchilng, you get the point- as everyone took her as a sign and incarnation of missfortune and death, thus called her Thana instead. Their explanation was that no child would be still alive while it’s own twin[brother] was born already half eaten by pests and parasites, and mother having her heart rotten due to a sickness. Last time she saw her father was around her 3rd birthday, month after that he was never seen by her, but they did met a few more times after Lilith was made blind. For years she was left to herself, only cared for in ways of giving her some food and preparing baths and clothes to wear. She wasn’t allowed to study things other than law and the ways of beautiful speach, yet she loved music. She missed her father dearly, but Emrys took up his place greatly, cuddling up to her whenever she was scared, hurt or cold. Her magic started showing around her 5th birthday and since then the elders started getting a bit suspicious. All was going normal, everyday lessons of law and how to speak in front of politicians, break for a meal, then the rest spent with Emrys on a walk around the gardens or in a library stealthy listening to the music lessons on the upper floors. Upon the day of her 15th birthday the elders took her to old ruins, where they marked her eyes with a ‘new emblem’ that was supposed to start a rebelius movement to throw the king from his throne, but after seeing Lilith crashing down with tears of blood and a new moon forming upon the sky they flew away in fear, leaving her there, unnecessarily taking away her sight from her. As the moon started forming, crimson fog hugged the dying girl, a single string of shimmering mana started leading the fog into the noble family castle. Before reaching the gates the unidentified experiment rushed into it and the fog moved back, leaving the castle alone for this day.  Emrys cuddled up to her and covered her with his own mana, focusing on her bloodshot eyes. The fog began cleansing itself, becoming shimmery, as if stardust created it. It later formed her grimoire, the book that would once be called Last Hope, as it’s light was powerful in means of healing and defending, but never there to harm, yet it’s magic was tricky and therefore never the same, no more was it to pleasantly sit back and observe the battle. There was a small peasant village near those ruins, they saw the great light and weird creatures, small circular beings surrounded by silvery feathers and hoops, and some creatures looked like those of stories of old times, the biggest shimmering creature resembled Pan, the great horror of forests. All the creatures dissapeared within a minute and peasants rushed to the ruins. Seeing the young girl in shambled yet definetly expensive clothing and tears of blood streaming down her face they called to her “Oracle! Oh great Blind Oracle! Send upon us a blessing of rain” and so her grimoire started glowing and send upon them the first spell “Moribound wish” which brought the clouds and flooded the noble castles of Diamond Kingdom for whole month. The people heard about an Oracle in old ruins and began coming to her, offering food and crops for a blessing or a prophecy. Her spell was limited, she oculdn’t use it however she wanted, and it called for rest quite often, so people became impatient, rude, envy of such power and ‘luxurious life’ of Oracle. Oracle was inside the ruins for more than 2 years, yet less than 4, she could never tell the time by herself, she always relayed on the good hearted people to tell her what time of the year it was.  Few peasants told the nobles about mysterious Oracle and the blessings she was able to perform- healing some of the elders, bringing rain and storms, and they decided to take her for their own happines. They took her from the ruins on May 5th, after a small battle that she decided to put against them, they killed Emrys as he tried to help her, and put Lilith inside the cage, forced a mask upon her face so they wouldn’t have to see the markings which some of the nobles recognised as the sign of rebelion. After half a year they got bored of her ‘miracles’ and let her go into the wild. She was somehow able to get into Clover Kingdom, her mask easily telling others that something was wrong with her.  But the little bird on her arm was an easy distraction, especialy with how many children would pile up just to be able to pet him or give him some food, so she was able to steal some food from the stands and sometimes money to survive living under the sky. One day she unfortunately tried to rob a Magic Knight Captain, of course not knowing who he was or what a Magic Knight was before that. Nozel Silva was his name, she made a note to remeber that name and upon hearing her explain why she tried to steal from him he actualy took great interest in her story. After a small series of questions which she answered truthfuly, greateful he wasn’t going to put her to jail, He made a decision to let her stay for a week in Silver Eagle HQ where she was able to create few little artifacts helpful in dungeons and unknown areas as well as develop a spell that allowed her to regain sight for a brief moment of 4 minutes. During the week he called her Gulisa, as she told she wasn’t given a name upon birth, and if she was it was long forgotten. Gulisa later turned to Libi which confused the girl, upon asking why he changed his mind he said that it may suit her better, but he’d still prefer to know her true name. Thanks to Nozel’s help she was able to gain money and buy herself a small house which the members of SE often visit after missions in which they found  new artifacts. Often times while practising her magic she’d find a dungeon and explore it with Mer. Few times while in Raquey she was stopped by some male who always asked her for a tea, and would tell her stories about folk-tale creatures, guardians of forests, oceans, skies and mountains, the devils and angels, the dragons and their homes of treasures. He presented himself by name ‘Lonan’ yet seems unsure each time he brings the name up, as if hesitating. He’d always pay for the tea and dessert and leave a package with crystals and some metal parts she’d been looking for. She still travels, but mostly around the borders of Clover and Heart Kingdoms. Searching for new artefacts that could maybe, just maybe, help her regain her sight. “The fact I’ve gotten used to being blind doesn’t mean I don’t want to see someone that I have but meet” “You have your spells don’t you?” “But they don’t allow me to see how I used to. Back then I saw people smiling, now when i use my spell you’re always frowning...” And that would be a brief summary of my OC. *Looks over at the pile of papers* Have I forgotten about something? EDIT: Forgot to add: She can’t fully see by using her spells, they allow her to see the basic outlines and few colours, they depend on her mood and levels of mana she got left, so she’s going blind 99% of time. Her mask was put onto her forcefuly and she was unable to take it down before going to Clover Kingdom. The nobles put her into the half-face mask and stiched it to her face, and she started wearing the ‘butterfly’ one after meeting with Nozel, it was first artifact she made in SE’s HQ. She knew the meaning of name Thana and that’s why she didn’t use it when she was free of elders’ will. Also I might need your opinion on this @thespiralgrimoire

[can-u-imagine-that]

Title: Forgiveness;

Fandom: The Avengers;

Character: Bucky;

Note: Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/C: Your Eye Color;

Warning: Violence;

Request: Can you please do one with Bucky and a female reader where someone gets him in Winter Soldier mode and he ends up hurting her? And then feels super bad about it but she reassures him its not his fault. Thx <3

You had no idea how you got into that situation.

Each time Bucky swing his fists, they got closer and closer to hitting your face.

The Winter Soldier started to suddenly attack all the Avengers with full force after a weird man managed to get himself alone with him. You were nothing but a S.H.I.E.L.D field trainee so all you could do was avoid the heavy and skilled fists of the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N, dodge!” Captain America shouted behind your back, so you, in a complete blind trust wave, rolled to your left, hearing when his shield collided with Bucky’s chest.

They engaged on a fierce fight, both having super soldier abilities making it hard for you to even comprehend their moves.

Bucky had a look on his face that gave you chills.

Nothing.

Literally nothing.

And that hurt you pretty bad because you grew close to him, developing an actual huge crush on the ex-HYDRA agent. He was hard to get close to, but since Bucky was the one being your trainer, you got to spent a lot of time together.

And seeing him acting as the Winter Soldier again made your heart ache because he told you after the 15th time he got you purple bruises how much he suffered.

He just told you because you two had a little game.

Every time he got you a new purple bruise mark, you’d ask him a question about anything you wanted. You once asked for it as a joke and in the end he took it seriously.

It started with silly questions but soon they were replaced by serious ones. He never minded answering though and you enjoyed a lot how honest he could be with you. You felt honored to have his trust, because given his past he had a lot of issues to allow himself to grow close to anyone. The man had built walls around him, walls that after a lot of time you finally managed to break.

You could feel in your heart and it made you the happiest person in the world. To see his rare smiles and to watch him as sometimes he would insist in tending to your scratches from training.

Seeing the Winter Soldier instead of James Buchanan Barnes hurt.

An explosion happened and you saw Cap being throw somewhere down the window of the building.

You were alone with him.

You froze in fear when his icy blue eyes locked in your Y/E/C ones.

“B-Bucky...” you whispered, leaning slowly towards and iron pipe that was ripped out of the wall “It’s me... remember?”

For a second something shifted in his eyes and a little tingle of hope twisted in your stomach. But as soon as you felt, it was already gone, replaced by a groan while he charged against you.

You swing the pipe in his direction but he grabbed easily. It felt like you were a kid hitting their parents with a silly plastic toy.

He crushed the pipe with his metal arm while the other flew on the direction of your face. You managed to dodge, feeling at least a little better that his fighting style was the same. You could keep avoiding his blows until someone got there.

Just as you felt a little braver after dodging another blow, he got you.

And he got you bad.

He kicked you right in your ribcage, making you lose your breath and drop your defensive stance. He pushed his metal hand right into your face, making you fall on the ground, hitting your head hard. Thankfully you had the S.H.I.E.L.D helmet on which helped easing the blow. Even so you were completely dizzy, but managed to grab a rock that had fallen from the wall where Captain America’s shield had hit after colliding with Bucky and hit him right in the forehead with it.

You stop up, runing towards the entrance, knowing you had no chance against him in a combat.

Running you found the stairs that lead to the main entrance hal of the Avenger’s Facility, but as you were quickly going down he grabbed you by the waist, throwing you against the wall.

Yep, there goes another rib.

“Bucky! Bucky, please!” you pleaded, completely scared.

This time you saw nothing reflect in his eyes, but somehow his grip losened and you pushed him away, finishing your descent through the stairs ending on the hal.

Just a little bit more.

The pain on your sides was starting to become unbearable, but you kept running.

And then he caught up with you again.

And this time you were not so lucky.

Bucky managed to grab the back of your neck, lifting you out of the ground while you kicked and debated. Then he approached a wall and slamed you against it. You used your arms to protect your face and remain awake.

Your vision started to blur and when you noticed he was going to slam you again in a last attempt to escape you passed your arm around his, turning half of your body in his direction, kicking his chest with all your strength. He lost balance and with the balance his grip also loosened. You squirmed out of his metal fingers, falling with a loud sound to the ground on your belly.

“H-help...” you gasped, dragging your numb body to escape. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him, twisting your body so that you were facing up, then sat on your waist, locking your body under his.

Your scream echoed throughout the building.

And then he punched.

The first punch hurt like a bitch.

The second like your weak stepmother when you got to her nerves.

The third like a small push.

On the fourth punch you didn’t feel anything.

You blacked out, but had lapses of consciousness. You remember hearing voices all around you and then someone carring you outside, since the sunlight blinded you for a second. Being put in the stretcher and looking to the courtyard of the Avenger’s Facility. When you looked there you remember seeing Bucky. 

Your Bucky.

And he had a desperate look in his eyes when his gaze met yours.

You wanted to say something, but your vision started to blur completely again.

And this time you just woke up again in the hospital, with voices around your bed.

“How do you know you can trust him? Look what he did to Y/N!”

“It wasn’t him and you know!”

“Whatever man. What if another crazy lunatic gets in here and recites the magical bibbidi bobbidi boo and boom super Winter Killer at your service?”

Silence.

“She was lucky, Steve. And you know it. She was lucky she had that helmet on and lucky she knew most of his usual moves. Otherwise, she might’ve been dead by now.”

“He is already feeling like shit, Sam. I don’t want to make things worse...”

You groaned and the voices came to a halt.

“Y/N?”

You coughed a little.

“Hi...”

While trying to open your eyes you felt a sting of pain and noticed that the left one was a little swollen.

“You were out for a whole day.” stated Captain America, sat on a chair at the edge of your bed.

“Whe-... Where’s B-Bucky?”

Steve smiled. You were out for a hole day, probably had your entire body completely sore yet the first thing you inquire about is Bucky’s whereabouts.

“Locked.” you heard Sam’s voice, but couldn’t turn your head enough in the neck brace to see him.

“No... how could you?” if your throat wasn’t sore, you’d have said louder, but it came almost as a painful whimper.

Sam sat on the feet of the bed, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Look what he did to you, Y/N. I don’t care what you feel about him, but this kind of thing can’t become a trend. We were lucky the media didn’t hear of any of this. Otherwise, things could’ve gone worse for him.” he explained, trying to remain calm “Besides. He asked for it.”

Of course he did. He probably felt like trash.

“It’s not his fault...” you muttered after a pause.

Sam sighed.

“I know that. Believe me, I do. But while we can’t figure out who that guy was and how the hell he managed to find that code to activade Bucky’s killer mode, he wants to be locked away, somewhere only Captain and Nick Furry know.” he explained.

You remained silent.

No way.

You had to see him.

Had to tell him you didn’t blame him or anything about it. Because you knew him enough to know how bad he was feeling. He hadn’t hurt only you. He knocked out three other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Luckly there were no casualities. 

When Sam left you and Steve alone you turned to the blond.

“I know what you’re going to ask and I can’t.” through his voice tone you knew that he would not be that hard convincing.

“Please... Cap... I need to see him. Talk to him. You can take me blindfolded if you want. Just one time is enough. You know he needs to hear me out.”

“He does. But not in your actual state, Y/N. If he see you that bruised, you know he will never forgive himself. Just...” his hands roamed through his hair “Just... let the swolleness on your eye get better.”

You nodded.

“Thank you...” you smiled a little at him “I mean it, Steve...”

--

The week passed slowly.

T O O   S L O W L Y.

Your eye was finally not swollen, but still had a purple hue around it. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. You had no idea of how both of you would react seeing each other, but soon you would find out.

Captain took you to whatever facility that was blindfolded as promised.

When you were able to see around you again your heart clenched. Heck it looked like a freaking dungeon. It wasn’t light enough, the walls where clearly really thick and the cells looked like actual prisions with iron bars (which were probably made out of Vibranium).

You looked at Steve.

“This is where he is being held?”

Steve seemed to share your thoughts, looking sadly at the cells.

“Unfortunately this was the only S.H.I.E.L.D facility completely hidden from any file and not being used for anything. Furry said it was build especialy for Soldiers like us.”

“You mean him...” you muttered biterly.

He sighed.

“He is on the last cell with the 2-014 number. I’ll wait for you here. Take as long as you need. You just need to put on this code on the panel.” he handed you a piece of paper with a long number code.

You thanked him, walking towards the end of the corridor, feeling as your legs seemed to weight a ton each.

Finding the cell, you digited the number, noticing how your fingers trembled.

Bucky sat on the ground even though there was a bed and a chair on the room. He had his elbows supported by his knees and his head hang low. His hair made it hard for you to see his face and he didn’t even flinch when the door opened.

You licked your dry lips, the tears welling up on the corners of your eyes already, just by the sight of his depressed demeanor.

“B-Bucky?” you tried, flinching when his head shot up abruptly.

You were the last person he ever expected to see there.

He stared at you for a long while, getting up slowly. All the words disappeared from your mind under his piercing gaze. Bucky was acting as if you were a ghost, his eyes going from the top of your head to your feet. He reached to your face, his fingers lingering near your cheek without touching you. And you knew why.

Gulping you lifted your own hand, holding his hesitant one and pressing it against your face.

He let out a breath as his other hand made the same path, this time straight to your cheek.

“Y-Y/N...” he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken “Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes closed while his forehead touched yours, making your stomach round the twist on your belly. Bucky was never that... physical except when he really needed to. You could feel the hurt on his voice and it broke your heart.

“I’m okay... it’s not your fault...” you whispered.

You barely finished what you had said and he snapped out of whatever it was he was feeling, walking away from you.

Uh-oh. Stupid mouth, should have remained silent. You scolded yourself in your head.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” he said, his voice suddenly cold, turning his back to you “I’ll tell Furry that Steve can’t be trusted with the information of where I’m placed.”

“Steve didn’t tell me where we are. He brought me here with my eyes blindfolded.” you explained in a shaky voice “Bucky, look at me, please...”

“I’m sorry...” he repeated “I can’t look at you...”

“What? Why not?” you asked a little louder this time, taking a step closer to him but stopping when he closed his hands in fists “Bucky. Why not?”

“Y/N, please leave.”

“No, I won’t leave.”

“Yes, you will. You have to, right now, STEVE!” he called loudly, making you jump a little back.

“NO! STEVE DON’T YOU DARE TO COME HERE.” you screamed back “And you, turn and look at me, now!”

“I don’t want to, Y/N!”

“WHY NOT?”

“BECAUSE-” he turned and you widened your eyes when you saw his blue eyes glossy with unfalling tears. He continued with a softer voice while his eyes averted to the side “Because. I can’t look at you... with all these purple bruises and this bandages... knowing that I did it. That I hurt you.”

You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him again.

“Bucky... I don’t blame you for this-”

“I know you don’t.” he interrupted, noticing how close you were but being unable to walk away “That’s the problem. You should.”

“Never.” you slowly reached to his face, feeling his stubble and slipping to his hair, watching how he didn’t move away from you, actually leaning into your touch. He was so painfuly and obviously broken and even tired of blaming himself “I will never blame you for what those people did to you. You will always be the kindest trainer I ever had. Who pushes me to the edge but who also tends my wounds. Who has all the patience in the world with my silly questions. The strongest and bravest men I’ve seen and not because of your physical strenght, but because of yout heart. After everything we’ve talked about... after I learned all those things you had to go through. Do you really think I would blame you? After getting to know who you really are? Hell, Bucky, I even feel in love with you.”

The last part actually wasn’t supposed to be said, but it came out so naturally you just noticed when he inhaled sharply, hugging the air out of your body in a bone crushing embrace.

“Ah, broken ribs, ribs, ribs.” you whispered, actually riping out a little laugh of him. He loosened his arms, still holding you, this time lightly and you couldn’t help but crack a little joke being actually really freaking nervous because you just confessed your feelings without intending to “Y’know... I think I rather you breaking my bones this way...”

“You are unbelievable.” he whispered against your neck, making you shiver a bit “I don’t even know what I can do to earn your forgiveness...”

You whacked the back of his head.

“I already told you that it’s okay.” you allowed yourself to hug him back, feeling your heart skip a beat when he kissed your forehead gently “But if it makes you feel better we can try that little game of ours..”

He looked at you, never letting go of your waist, questionly.

“I don’t think any question you can ask will ever be enough to suffice the amount of bruises I gave you.” he stated, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Then perhaps we can boost it. Instead of a question you can do something for me. How that sounds? And before you say anything, I know you won’t come out of here so soon.”

“Fine... what do you want?” you could tell he was already feeling much better then when he first saw you, so a smile made way to your lips.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes out of your lips, because he always loved your smile the most. And of course he hadn’t forgoten your little confession. He was just waiting for the right moment to bring it up again.

Since you had already told Bucky about your feelings for him you had nothing to lose anymore, so before you could change your mind you spoke really fast in a burst of confidence that lasted just until the last word left your mouth.

“You can take me somewhere. Like a date or something.”

“Or something?” he repeated.

“Y-Yeah... well...” your face started to heat up under his gaze and your burst of courage ran away somewhere with you ability to create proper speach “I-I mean... if you... uh... d-d-don’t want to...”

He cut you by pressing his lips against yours softly, humming in contentment when your arms circled his neck and brushed the hair of his nape lightly. You could feel he was still uncertain of how to touch you, being really careful not to hug to tight, and also making sure he was bending so you didn’t have to strach much to reach him.

You smiled against his lips, feeling how the pace of your heart raced when meting with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Is that really all I have to do to earn your forgiveness?”

Slowly a smirk started playing on his mouth and you could not help but to mirror it when you answered, your lips inches apart of his.

“Maybe you could give me a few more kisses and then I can think about it...”

[lanwangjiismyreligion]

#WangjiWeek2020 Day 1

I wrote some little thing. I don’t know if i can do the whole week though. So i apologize in advance. I just started to write fanfiction, so please be gentle, thank you! Enjoy!

#WangjiWeek2020

1. Day

childhood, gentian, bunnies

He had some vivid memories about his childhood. But lately one certain memory was stuck in his head. He even dreamt about it. But after all those years, he had to admit that it was one of his most cherished ones:

He couldn‘t remember anymore how he was able to witness this scene, but he knew for certain that he did. Perhaps it had been a night he could not sleep? How old was he? Five? Yes...around those times ...

Under the soft light of a fullmoon - he could swear that it was a mild summer night - he saw his mother, dressed in silky white robes, sitting in front of her hidden cottage surrouned by shimmering, violet gentian blossoms. The moonlight enveloped her silhouette and gave her an aura of an immortal fairy, thrown into the human world, now lost for both realms. An uncomparable beauty forced into silence.

After a while - she didn‘t move at all, just watched her flowers and sometimes the moon - some curious little, fluffy bunnies approached her. Her solemn face softened a bit and a little but radiant smile appeared around her mouth. Slowly she reached out and one braver bunny hopped closer, his little nose twiched while it snuffled on her fingertips. The bunny had soft black fur. It‘s deep brown eyes glistened in the moonlight. It looked like it was flirting with the lilywhite fingers! And then it hopped right into her lap, snuggeling into the white robe. Deep black on Snow white…

Her slender fingers caressed gently the bunnie‘s head. A single tear rolled down her cheek, even though her smile didn‘t fade a bit…

„Lan...Zhan….“

„...“

„Lan Zhan …?“

„...“

„Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan? Hello?!“

Slowly he blinked, vivid grey eyes stare down on him, worried.

„Wei Ying.“

Soft red lips right before his eyes curved up into a smile brighter then the sun.

„Yes, that‘ s me! Lan Zhan, are you alright? You didn‘t answer me.“

Now those lips were pouting …

„...“

Embarrased Lan Wangji averted his eyes, but at the same time he wanted to laugh about his own reaction. How old am i?

���I apologize. My mind was elsewhere.“

The grey eyes widened. On refined cheeks a blush appeared. But only for a second. Then Wei Wuxian laughed while he snuggled closer to his husband.

„How rare! Should i be jealious?“

„No.“

„Then … care to tell me what‘s occupying your mind to such an extent that even the being - deeply - fallen - in - love - Hanguang-Jun did not hear his husband‘s calling?“

„Nothing.“

„Ohh, don‘t say that! Your husband is dying of curiousity!“

There was this cute pouting mouth again…

„En. Come here.“

Lan Wangji tugged at his husband, pulled him close and let his fingers gliding through curley strands. Wei Wuxian was caught of guard by his husbands actions, but he sank deeper into his welcoming embrace, his ear pressed against Lan Wangji‘s chest, the caressing so careful and soft as downy feathers.

„Lan Zhan …?“

„Listen.“

„?“

A steady heartbeat filled his ear as Wei Wuxian closed his eyes. But soon he noticed a strange fluttering vibration in the beating. Did his heart flutter …? Is he nervous?

„I just remembered something.“

Lan Wangji‘s deep voice resonated from his chest right into Wei Wuxian‘s ear sinking in and tugging at his heart. So all he could do was nod while pretending to be calm. His own heart skipped a beat too.

„Something about my past.“

„Oh ….then …. you don‘t ...have to...“

„About my mother.“

„...“

„She loved flowers. Especialy those gentians. She loved bunnies. Especialy black ones.“

Wei Wuxian remained silent, while noticing how his husband held onto him a little stronger. The heartbeat below him seemed calmer then before, or was this just his own imagination? But Lan Wangji didn‘t let go.

„Everyone says my eyes are like hers.“

„...Your eyes?“

„En.“

Wei Wuxian paused, then he wriggled a bit until he was able to prop himself up to look at his husband.

Lan Wangji smiled. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight like golden honey dripping from a spoon.

„...L-Lan ….Zh-Zhan ….“, flustered Wei Wuxian felt his cheeks burning up. How dare you! Such a smile should be forbidden!

„But it‘s just the past. I apologize for not listening to you properly.“

„No…, no….., no….don‘t apologize to me, i will loose years of my life! Didn‘t we agree that there is no need to apologize between us?!“

„In such moments you have to properly apologize.“

„Lan Zhan! Stop!“

„I will never stop if i can make and see you flustered like this!“

„Lan Zhaaaan!“

But regardless of sadness, pain or happienes in his past: everything was worth it, even necessary. Every step brought him closer to his present. Closer to him.

[xroguex1027]

My original idea for the climax in Julian's rout.

This has been sturing in my head for a while now. I will probably eddit it to have pictures and look like its part of the real game. Also I plan on redoing my Talldarkandrowdy blog in this style to give it more of a cyoa feel.

Without further ado here's my plan for when Julian gets his body back.

At this point he and the aprentice end up at the Rowdy Raven because after they have just been through they need a drink.This part would take place as they leave the Rowdy Raven.

Its cold out, a different kind of cold than in the devil's realm. I can feel it on my skin. It seems like it's been forever since I could experience temperature like this.

Julian must notice I'm cold becauase he wirelessly wraps his long arm over my shoulders as we walk.

Rogue: Thank you

Julian: I-Uh for what?

Rogue: For everything. For not giving up.

Julian: I couldnt have done without you.

Rogue: So cliche.

Julian: I told you I'm one for the classics my dear.

He tries to wink at me but it turns into a wince. I don't notice how unsteady he is until he nearly trips into a wall.

Rogue: I think you may have had too much to drink.

Julian: That wall moved right at the last second.

Rogue: We can sit down for a moment if you need to.

250 coins payed option

He eases down slowly. Maybe he's just not used to having his body back yet.

He brings his legs into his chest shuddering. His head is pressed against his knees.

Julian: I guess that last salty bitters Realy did me in.

Rogue: Here put your head in my lap.

His eyes find my face, his gaze is pained and heavy as he obediently lays his head on the flesh of my leg.

Julian: Ooft. Rogue you're making my head spin.

Rogue: Then close your eyes.

With a deep breath he allows his heavy eyes to shut and I lean down and kiss him lightly on the forehead.

A long deep moan riverbrates in Julian's throat.

My lips feel like fire pressed to his forehead.

He opens his eyes, lips parted slightly and reaches one pale hand up to thumb my cheekbone affectiinatly. The effort it takes to lift his arm seems to over whelm him.

It falls limp as his eyes close again. His breathing is labored his chest trimbles as it rises and falls.

Julian: You don't have to do this.

Rogue: I want to.

Julian: I just need six or so cups of coffee and ill be right as rain.

Rogue: I'm not sure coffee is the best thing for your stomach right now doctor.

Rogue: Besides...

Rogue: I want to take care of you.

I slink my hand through the generous opening in Julian's shirt. I can feel the juices percolating in his stomach under my palm.

I concentrate heavily on the heat of my palm and try to focus on the bubbles bouncing around inside of Julian.

Julian: Uh Rogue-What are you doing?

Rogue: Trying to help calm your stomach down.

Julian: I thought I was the doctor.

Rogue: You could stand to be the patient sometimes too.

There. How does that feel?

Julian's stomach gives one more whisper of a gurgle before he sits up.

Julian: It's uh, a lot better actually, maybe we should go for another round.

At my dissaproving expression he quickly withdraws his statement.

Julian: You're right. Maybe its best we don't. Thanks Rogue. I feel a lot better.

I brush the hair out of his eyes and kiss him on the forehead once again. His head still feels warm.

Rogue: You sure you okay?

I preform a ritualistic comparison between his forehead and cheeks.

Julian: Never better my dear. But I could definitely go for a big warm blanket and some big fluffy pillows. Care to join me?

Rogue: All right but you gotta share the blanket.

Julian: Wouldn't want it any other way.

About a mile from Mazelinka's he stops. His eyes scour the alley ways nervously. A grim look crosses his face.

Rogue: Is it your stomach again?

Julian shakes his head, startled by my voice. Its as though he forgot I was there.

He blinks his eyes a few times trying to reorient himself.

Julian: I'm fine. I-just forgot where we were for a sec. This way.

Julian knows the streets of Vesuvia better than anybody. Its not like him to lose his bearings like that.

When we get to Mazelinka's he insists on giving me a boost through the window.

I climb inside, careful to mind the flower vase as I bump the table.

She doesn't seem to be home.

Julian stumbles in after me, worse than usual. I miss an opportunity to remind him to be careful as he streigtens up.

Julian: Ooft.

Rogue: Watch your head.

Julian: Thanks Rogue that's helpful advice. Ill be sure to use that in the future.

I chuckle at his sarcasm.

Julian: Huh. Guess nobodies here.

He waggles his eyebrows at me but a hellaciouse rumble in his stomach throws off his finness.

Julian: I don't know what Barth put in those bitters but next time I want twelve.

He grins and slumps down in a big warm chair by the fire.

Julian: If they dont make me puke first.

Payed option 150

Rogue: Dont worry. I know just the thing to ease a sour stomach.

Julian looks like he is about to protest but another roar from his stomach agrees with me before he can say anything.

I begin to search Mazelinka's cabinets. I'm sure she wont mind if I barrow a few things. Especialy if its to help Julian.

Julian: Is it from getting our bodies back? Does that have...

Julian: Side effects like this.

Rogue: could be. But I feel fine. Maybe traveling through so many realms has you a little motion sick.

Julian: Ha. Nonsense I've spent enough time on boats that I'm pretty much immune to wobbly sea legs now.

I put the finishing touches in his drink, some crushed ginger root and a drop of something to make the drink efervecent.

Rogue: Here drink this.

He guzzles the drink. I watch as his atoms apple bobs up and down collecting the necter I've given him.

I hear it coarsing down his throat with each gulp.

As he swallows the bitter drink, his belly begins to swell with bubbles. I can hear them like a pot boiling over.

When he's finished both eyes are watering from chugging so hard.

Julian startles at a belch and sheepishly excuses himself.

Rogue: Don't excuse yourself yet, there's plenty more coming.

Its a drink Asra made for me one time when I ate something I shouldnt have. It was before I had any memories back, when I was still comatose.

Rogue: It'll keep you from getting sick to your stomach but it will make you burp constantly for about an hour.

Julian burps again and puts a fist over his mouth.

Julian: You couldn't have told me that before I chugged a quart of it.

He barely manages to finish his sentense before burping again.

He presses the back of his hand to his mouth trying to be polite as another sneaks up him.

Rogue: Just let it out. You'll feel better.

Julian opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is big bubbles of air. Each bealch deeper and longer than last.

Julian: What did you do to me Rogue?

He goes over to the open window and drops down onto his knees.

He isn't sick though. Every time he thinks his stomach is about to turn inside out he just belches Realy loud.

Finally, after an aprorious battle with his insides Julian is quiet.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Coming Home

Request: i was wondering if you could do a Deanxreader where the reader is an old flame. After years he find himself in her hometown for another case. Her boyfriend had kicked her out from their home because she is pregnant and he doesn’t want kid. Dean ask her to move in the bunker for sometime. Sam, but especialy Dean do everything they can to make sure her and the baby feel happy and safe. When Dean is ready to talk about his feeling she goes in labor. After the birth Dean take care of the baby like it is his own. And it end up with the baby calling him dada, after the initial shock Dean talk to the reader and tell her he want to be with her and be a family together? Thank you so much!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: none

You had to do a double take when you saw her in the parking lot. You looked around but saw no one nearby. You went over, wondering if this was pure coincidence or if this was the car from your teenage years. Baby he'd called it, even if was his dad's car at the time. Glancing inside you saw the marked up dashed, carved with the initials of two little boys, now men.

“Can I help you?” asked a voice you recognized. It was deeper now, a little more gruff, but you could still hear the flirt in it.

“Just checking out an old friend,” you said, turning around. You gave him a smile and had to tilt your head up to see one looking back. “You're taller than I remember.”

“You're more pregnant than I remember, sweetheart. How's it been, Y/N? Don't tell me you're working the case, ready to pop like that,” he said, pointing at your stomach.

“I'm only six months jerk,” you said, giving him a shove and a short smile. “Not great lately but I'll manage, always do.”

“I heard you'd came back to hunting after grad school,” said Dean, hopping up on the hood of Baby, patting the spot beside him. You got up with some effort and saw how Dean had put his arm back, ready to curl around you in case you decided to slide off.

“Working in an office sucks. I only did it for dad. How are you guys doing? Still dying every other week?” you teased, having heard more than your fair share of stories over the years.

“I don't think I've died in a while actually. Sam's good too. You don't sound like it though,” said Dean. You shrugged but he bumped your shoulder. It was always so easy with him. But when you went to school and he stayed behind, splitting up was the best thing you both said, just a break. 

By the time you were out of there though, it'd been a while and hunting life just didn't mix with a normal one. When you were back in it finally, Dean was long gone.

“My ex in general, broke condom he didn't tell me about, kid he wants nothing to do with, booting us out. Take your pick,” you said, looking down at the bit of belly that stuck out.

“You got any family around?” you shook your head and Dean gave you a smile. “Sam and I got a place. You can stay there if you want.”

“Dean, that's sweet but-” 

“A kid needs a home, not a sketchy motel room,” said Dean. “We would know.” 

“Just until I get my own place, deal?” you asked. 

“Whatever you say.”

Three Months Later

“Woah, where do you think you're going?” asked Dean as you tried to roll off the couch.

“Bathroom,” you said, Dean helping you get to your feet. “Tell Sam to grab some more diapers while he's out. I got a feeling this kid isn't going to be in here much longer.”

“Well your due date is in a couple days. It's getting close,” said Dean, probably as excited for the baby as if it were his own. “Can't wait to see this little cute girl.”

“I still think it's a boy. You got to stop eyeing all the pink stuff at the baby store,” you said. Dean shrugged but he was convinced it was a girl and that he was going to spoil her rotten.

At some point you stopped thinking about moving out and decided to stay, the guys insisting on it and frankly, they were excited to have the kid around. It'd been fun reconnecting with them, Sam a giant now, Dean pretty much perfect. You weren't dating but he had certainly acted like a boyfriend over the past few months.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Dean when you got back. “I know we haven't talked about it but-”

“Dean,” you said, looking down as you stood by the couch. “My water. I'm pretty sure it just broke.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “The class thing said-”

“Hospital, Dean. Now,” you said, your first contraction hitting you. “Oh, that's going to get annoying fast.”

“I'll tell Sam to meet us there,” said Dean, grabbing your bag in one hand, yours in the other. “Ready?” 

“As I'm going to be.”

“Good morning mommy,” said Dean, walking by your door, bouncing your seven month old daughter on his hip. “Someone was cranky and didn't want breakfast.” 

“What time is it?” you asked, rolling over to find it almost 11. “You let me sleep in you gift from Chuck.”

“You had your first hunt this week in a long time, Y/N. It took a lot out of you,” said Dean. “I love getting my bonding time with this girl. You like it too, don't you Evy?”

“Afh!” she said, grabbing holding of Dean's nose, a big smile on her face. “Abba af ub!” 

“Is that so? Evy wants mommy to go to the park with us. Unless she changed her mind about it,” said Dean, the conversation vaguely in the back of your mind.

“With my two favorite people? Of course,” you said, climbing out of bed and stretching. “So did she eat?”

“Took a bit but yeah. She's still not a fan of peas like someone else I know,” he said, giving you a smirk.

“What did you eat for breakfast? Bacon? With more bacon?” you asked, holding out your arms, taking her off him.

“Shut up,” said Dean, kissing your forehead. “I saved you some.”

“Good boy. We can head out in an hour?” you asked, Dean off to heat up your breakfast. 

“Hey!” said Dean, excitedly walking back over to the park bench, an ice cream in his hands. He handed one over to you, your daughter strapped to his chest trying to take his away. “Watch this.”

“Okay…” you said, Dean looking down at your daughter.

“Come on sweetie. Do it again,” said Dean. She blinked up and giggled. “Come on, show mommy what you can do.”

“Dadda apfbg!” she said, fisting her hand in his shirt with a smile.

“She can talk!” said Dean. 

“I know,” you said with a smile. “You left the room yesterday and she was reaching for you, wanted ‘Dadda’ again.”

“Why didn't you say anything? Where did she even learn-”

“Because I wanted to see the look on your face when she said it. You lit up like a kid on Christmas morning,” you said.

“But I'm not her father,” said Dean. “I don't call myself that.”

“I do,” you said. “You might not have helped make her but you're her dad, Dean. You're our family.” 

He looked into your eyes for a moment, watching them when you suddenly felt like you were on your first date with him, right before he kissed you.

It felt different this time, his face covered in a thick stubble, less urgency today. He couldn't lean in as far as he wanted with the baby in his chest but it was enough to let you know he'd be doing it over and over again.

“You still wear that honey lip chap,” said Dean, pulling back with a big smile, his face showing all the emotion he did when he heard her call him that simple word.

“You like the way it tastes,” you said. Dean hummed and warped an arm over your shoulders. 

“So, want to make this our second first date?” he asked.

“Uphfb!” said the baby between the two of you, looking up with big eyes.

“Your girls would love that.”

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[absyoung55]

It's Not Worth It

Part 1 Word count: a lot

Part 2

Summary: Y/N imprints on Stiles but there are complications. And obsticls this is part 1 mostly an introduction to new character.

A/n: I tried my best to portray the main characters scottish accent but I think I failed.

My howl echoed through the woods. I bared my teeth a low growl rumbled in my chest as I crouched protectively in front of Stiles. Red eyes flashed through the woods multiple sets danced menacingly around us. “Y/N….” Deucalion whispered my name curtly, his pack of alphas had Stiles and I pinned against a tree. “ All you have to do is join us, seeing as you have no pack to kill” the demon wolf spoke charismaticly, “perhaps we should have you kill the scrawny boy you’re protecting” a snarl escaped my lips. “ I-ill die first an Scott is stronger than all o’ yeh“ I took a swipe at Aiden, and Ethen snarled at me. “ Ah but you and Scott are coveted alphas” Deucalion was inching closer, Kali charged me last second she attempted to round house kick me, I grabbed her by the calf and swung her like a baseball bat into the tree behind me effectively knocking her out. Everyone stared at her lifeless body, I grabbed Stiles and swung him onto my back. “ Hang on” I sprinted with inhuman speed back to the Jeep.

I was a lone wolf my whole life, being born a Lowenmensch (german for lionsman), and immediately becoming an alpha when my mother died giving birth to me. I have no idea when I was born, almost all of my childhood was a blur but, I aged like Wolverine well sorta I don’t really age at all. My mother’s name was Caoimhe in gaelic it means gentle, she was born a pure Lowenmensch, Ive been told she was the most beautiful woman on the isle of Skye. Many believe she was the reincarnation of the goddess Branwen; goddess of love and beauty. My father’s name was Domhnull he was a bitten werewolf, he planned to kill me as an infant to become alpha but, my mothers sister protected me, she wasnt a werewolf/lion she was a banshee her name was Morrigan after the goddess. She raised me, kept me safe and she taught me what I needed to do in order to survive: I had to consume pineal glands, when I consumed this small part of the human/supernatural brain I gained that persons “powers” or special skills, and she told me that when she died she wanted me to consume hers. I told her that day would never come. 20 years after my birth my aunt developed scurvy, at the time we were not welcome in our village due to a mishap involving me running through the village…. naked, howling at the full moon out of control during my first estrus cycle. I sat by her side taking her pain until the end. When she passed I reluctantly broke open her skull. When my aunts ‘soul’ entered my body I changed, my eyes glowed a glorious violet. Insted of a banshee scream my roar was enhanced, insted of sensing death I could heal those who were dieing, I didnt hear voices but I had complete control over my inner animal. Soon after my aunts passing my father came for me, he was shocked to find a strong woman and not a scrawny out of control mess mourning for my aunt. What shocked him even more was my violet eyes insted of red ones, he decided it would still be worth his while to kill me, when he approched: I roared. He shit his pants and turned tail, I never saw my father again.

I stopped ageing around my 18th year. The humans began to notice I never aged, and so I left my home on Isle of Skye. I traveled the world, I never kept track of the years, but I left my mark in each place I traveled. I helped build Stonehenge (how else could humans move those stones they used werewolves). I studied with Aristotle at Plato’s academy in Athens. I fought as a gladiator in the Colosseum. I painted with Michelangelo. Obviously it was difficult to be a woman in these times but I made due often dressing as a man. It was hard to go unnoticed with lavender eyes, so I mostly laid low once I fed my thirst to learn. I worked in all sorts of places, building the Eiffel tower, lighting lamps on the streets of London, a chef in Italy ( I make the best pasta in the world). I did grow very wealthy, I was never very materialistic so I never spent money. I prefered to work for each meal hunting as my animal. I could take in more nutrience and stay healthier eating completely transformed ( plus I didnt have to cook anything Win). Banks were a huge help also being such a long time member of the same bank I had a huge intrest rate on my savings account. When world war 1 broke out I traveled to America, the Nazis were obsessed with finding a supernatural advantage in the war and I figured it was time to switch continents. I started out in Boston as an editor of a news paper. From there I went to Detroit and assembled automobiles. After that I worked in Lawrence, Kansas as a mechanic. Then I made my way to Colorado and I just hiked the moutains. Eventualy I found myself in a town called Beacon Hills, the supernatural ran amuck there, and I decided to help maintain the balance. The last of Its kind a phoenix; was tipping the scales to chaos.

Only comming out at night the creature was blood thirsty and out of control. The first time I caught the scent of a Phoenix the aroma was salivating, no wonder they were going extinct. One extremely hot Californian night the Phoenix lurked in the shadows of the empty streets, waiting for its prey, not realizing that it was indeed the prey. A group of children crossed the dimly lit street, a group of preteen boys. One was carrying a comic book; Captain America first edition. The other boys wanted it from him. The Phoenix was keen on following these five boys, “Stiles! just let us see it for a second!”, one boy wined “ No you will only wreck it,” the smallest skinny boy argued. I felt a small connection with the weak boy, you always had a soft spot for the weak. Then it hit me, preditors picked off the weakest in the pack first, the Phoenix was going after this small boy. Anger flowed freely through you, its not fair that this small boy was going to be killed by this demonic creature purely for the fun of it. You had been lost in your anger you failed to notice the other four boys left the small one alone. The street empty all except the boy, the phoenix, and you. The boy sat down on the sidewalk opening the comic book, there was a small smile on his face. The Phoenix stepped out of the shadows, his hiddeous burned body hobbled grotesquely towards the boy, its orange eyes burned with hunger, its pace quickened as he neared the boy. The dragging of the Phoenix’s feet caught the boys attention and he looked up to see the demon just feet away from him, so shocked he couldnt scream. I lept out from the darkness hiding me, my body between the boy and the Beast. The Phoenix gave out a startled screech and stumbled backwards. I placed my hands on either side of the monsters distorted burned face, my hands instantly bursting into flames. Without hesitation I sunk my nails into its skull staring strait into its eyes as the life left its body and it fell limp in my burning hands, I ripped the gland swiftly out and popped it into my mouth like a piece of gum. I dropped the Phoenix and my own body burst into flames, and quickly extinguished, like a wave or surge of energy. The boy was frozen to the sidewalk. The clothes on my body burned away and I stood there naked infront of this child. The child was shaking with fear, “ hey, hey, hey its okay, youre alright, youre okay whats your name hon”, I crouched infront of the boy and cupped his face wipeing tears away, he seemed to calm down “E-Elias S-St-St” he couldnt get the words out “Elias youre okay, youre safe” He nodded his head spasticly making me laugh. “ T-thank you, for saving my life, a-are you an angel?” I felt something stir within me, and I smiled warmly at Elias “ yeh should head home Elias, yeh shouldnt be out here alone hon” Elias’ smile fell and I knew something was wrong “ Do Yeh want me to take yeh home?” he gave me a small sad smile and nodded slightly “Okay wee lamb c'mon” you stood up and held your hand out to the boy and he took it without hesitation. Elias took me home like a puppy he found on the street, no one was in his home. He gave me some of what I think were his own clothes. I was about to ask him where his parents were when the front door flew open and a heavly intoxicated man flopped onto the floor with a thud “Where are you, you little fucker” the man mumbled under his breath. He lifted his head and his eyes met yours “ Hello Sir, my name is Y/N and I found your son alone in town” the man stood showing he was at least twice my size, “ That little shit is not my son” the anger returned flowing freely making my body glow red hot “where are his parents then” the man scoffed at me “ the little fucker didnt tell you that his parents are dead and that he’s being raised by his uncle?” he looked at the boy and raised his hand to smack Elias. Your hand shot out and gripped his throat tightly he gasped “ If yeh ever lay a finger on him” you lifted him off the ground “ I will know and yeh will pay” you released him and he fell to the floor gasping for air. I left that home confident Elias would be treated well.

The Phoenix pineal gland gave you an afinity for fire, problem was that fire reacted to your emotions especialy anger. And you now had an alternate animal, you had semi turned, full animal and then beast mode. Your full animal had been changed if that was possible, you were no longer a lioness, you were a Tigress. Half turned you had tiger like features, and embarassingly enough you had a tail. Beast mode was horrifying it was a tiger jacked up and completely on fire with blazing violet eyes. However you had complete and full control over all of them.

I traveled around America but I always ended up in Beacon Hills.

I dont know what I wanted to find there but I had a gravitational pull to something. I passed through Beacon Hills many times, a great alpha lived there and I often asked her for advice, as the years passed and I did not age, the great alpha asked me how I came to be, she found my truth broke her heart, she offered me her home. I accepted, Talia was intrigued by my apparent immortality, my ‘condition’ facinated her and her emissary they attempted to classify me, but given my ‘condition’ could change at any moment they never did. When Talia took me in when she was pregnant with her second child, Talia and I became great friends, she felt like a sister to me. And her children felt like they were almost my own. I protected her kids from everything especially her strange brother. Sometime after Cora was born the Hale house filled with Hales, I felt a little claustrophobic, Talia was very understanding when I left. I traveled to Canada, when I came back a few years later, she was gone, all the Hales were gone. All dead. The pain of looseing my only real family led me to find outlets, I slaughtered at will. Anything I came across that was evil I killed. Killing was the only thing that satisfyed my acheing heart, it made me more animal than human, and when I made my way back to Beacon Hills, thats what I was; an animal running on instinct alone. Untill I met a True Alpha, Scott McCall. He save my human soul, and so did Stiles. I was there to kill Meridith, who led me to Lydia, who Scott and Stiles protected.

Flash Back to You trying to kill Lydia: I had the tiny strawberry blonde girl pinned beneath me. I was half changed but not fully changed yet to “beast” mode. She was panting beneath me, I had my claws on her throat ready to end it all my tail whipped excitedly around my legs. A strong, powerful roar came from behind me. I slammed the girls head into the ground to knock her out, and turned to face this obstacle. An arrow hit my shoulder as soon as I stood up. I fully changed into the beast and the children infront of me stared in horror. The arrow in my shoulder burst into flames and melted away. The one who roared at me shifted back to human and stared at me frightened “L-look we don’t know you, but could you maybe not kill our friend” my Violet eyes shifted to the lanky boy who had the balls to ask me this. My heart pounded as I looked into the warm brown eyes and I knew. I imprinted on him. I shifted back completely, I stood there shocked and naked ( full beast mode burned my clothes), the girl who shot me rushed past me to Lydia and the boys sheilded their eyes. It all hit me at once I was a monster, I dropped to my knees and sobbed, I though about all the people and things I killed. I thought of Talia; my sister, how ashamed she would be of me. I pictured my mother I didnt know what she looked like but I knew she would be ashamed of me. A blanket covered my shoulders and the boy who roared crouched in front of me. “ Hey whats your name?” he treated me like a hurt puppy “Y/N” I mumbled “Y/N its okay we all loose control sometimes” I nodded my head slowly not meeting his eyes “ Im Scott, this is Stiles, Allison and you already met Lydia..” I looked over at the Banshee ashamed I stood gripping at the blanket around me, Scott moved to block me, but I didnt stop and he moved out of my way. I crouched next to Lydia I took her hand in mine. Black ran from her veins to mine and the swell on the back of her head disapeared. Lydias eyes shot open just in time to see me hit the floor. I dreamed of Stiles, just his touch, him holding me, placing soft kisses on me, saying my name… When I came to I had no idea where I was. It was a boys room thats for sure, and the whole area reeked of Stiles scent, Stiles room? Why am I in Stiles room? I should be lieing in a empty parking lot where I had attacked Lydia… Voices down staires caught my attention “ WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HER!?!?!” -Lydia “We couldnt leave her there!”-Allison “SHE TRIED TO KILL ME!”-Lydia “We know but we also need to know what she did to you”- Scott “SHE SLAMMED MY HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE”-Lydia “Calm down Lydia you’re okay she reversed it”- Stiles “CALM DOWN?!?! YOU CALM DOWN I AM THE DEFINITION OF CALM!”-Lydia “Lydia, we dont know what Y/N is and we have to find out before something bad- er I mean worse happens”-Scott “Y/N IS A KILLER!”-Lydia “She also saved you somehow and we would like to know how she did that and where she came from and if shes going to kill all of us.. why did we bring her here if she might kill us all?”-Stiles “I dont think she’s going to kill anyone, did you see the way she looked at Stiles?”-Allison “What do you mean Allison?” - Scott “It was like she saw something, she was shocked to see”-Allison “I am very Handsome, Irrisitable, suave, dashing, sexy…”-Stiles *punching noise* “OOOOWWWW WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?”-Stiles “You would have gone on all day mister”-Lydia I let out a tiny growel at the sound of Stiles being hurt “SSsshh! I think shes awake”-Scott I evened out my breathing and slowed down my heart beat to sleeping standards “False alarm I guess I heard something else…”-Scott *knocking on door* “Its open!”-Stiles “Sorry we’re late, someone had to stop for chicken nuggets”-Derek “Totally worth it”-Isaac with his mouth full *laughs* “ So whats happend exactly?’-Derek *shuffleing noise* “Hey!”-Isaac *eating noises* “Those are my nuggets! Stiles!”-Isaac *Stiles chokes slightly on too many nuggets in mouth* “We… er Lydia discovered a new creature…”- Scott “HELL YEAH LYDIA DISCOVERED IT”-Lydia “It also tried to kill her”-Allison “Why did it try to kill Lydia?”-Isaac “We dont really know much about it yet, but what we do know is: it has purple eyes; lavander when human, bright purple when changed…”-Scott “When changed it looks like a freaken Tiger on steroids”-Stiles “Yeah she had stripes and a tail and everything she took a full animal form and a partial animal form, resembling a tiger..”-Allison “SHE?’-Derek “Yeah, SHE looked like a regular teenage girl when she first approched me”-Lydia “How did you stop it?”-Derek “Stiles stopped it….”-Allison “How did Stiles stop it ?”- Derek “Hey Im not totally useless! I reasoned with it-er Her… Y/N”-Stiles “ Yeah he said something to Y/N and she looked at him with her glowing purple eyes and changed back to human… huh I guess it was pretty lucky”-Scott “Well where is Y/N now?” -Derek “upstairs”-Stiles “WHAT?”-Derek “THATS WHAT I SAID”-Lydia “ How do you know she can be trusted?!”-Derek “ Because she healed Lydia”-Scott “Healed? like how?”-Derek “She had attacked Lydia, she smashed her skull in… bad. Y/N took her hand, and healed her, there is nothing wrong with Lydia now, she was almost dead when we got to her!”-Stiles *silence* “I was?”-Lydia “yeah”-Allison*crying* “She saved me?”-Lydia*crying* “yeah”-Scott “Thats incredable… she practiacly brought you back from the dead… I’ve only seen that once, when I was young… but it cant be! You said she looked like a teenager… Right?”-Derek “Yeah she looks really young like 16 maybe”-Stiles “Why dont we just ask her?”-Isaac Shit “Stiles do you want to see if shes up?”-Allison “Sure… If I scream come and save my sweet ass please.”-Stiles Fuckkk *footsteps* I decided to pretent to sleep, the bedroom door opened Stiles tripped on something trying to be quiet and I couldnt help the giggle that escaped my lips, “You awake?” Stiles sat down on his bed and shook my shoulder, “No, I laugh at random things in my sleep”. Stiles laughed at my sarcasm. “Hey um Y/N if you dont mind the pack would like to talk to you … about you.” Stiles choked when I sat up, evidently I was still naked. “ Um here” Stiles stood up and rumaged around for a littl bit then offered me a giant sweat shirt and some giant sweat pants. “thanks, and sure Ill talk” I stood up completely to take the clothes from Stiles, his eyes traveled down my body hungrly. He handed me the clothes and licked his lips, our eyes met and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second. A strong impulse to kiss him flooded over me and I stepped closer to Stiles. Stiles stepped back, the one movement shattered my heart. I played off my action by stepping into the sweat pants, I guess I am going Commando.

Downstairs was a party; everyone was talking and laughing. It had been so long since I’d seen a gathering like this everyone smileing and happy it made my heart ache for a family. As soon as I came into view everyone stopped talking. Stiles walked past me to stand with his pack. Everyones eyes were on me, and I was drowning in Stiles clothes. “Y/N?” Derek stepped closer. I looked at the aged boy, instinct took over and I approached the young man. I grabbed his face and turned it every witch way examining his features like I used to when he was a child and his older family members picked on him and hurt him he would cry for me first then his mother, because I would punish whomever hurt him, his mother was against violence. “ you’ve grown wee lamb”, I smiled at him my little Derek all grown, and fully evolved like his mother. A tear ran down Dereks cheek and I wiped it away “eh don cry babe” I wrapped Derek in my arms, he hugged me back emotionally. I looked around at everyone stairing at us confused. When we broke our embrace Derek looked around the room embarassed. “ uh um Y/N is family … ” everyone turned to look at me. “ I helped raise him and his sisters, his mother was an important alpha and sometimes that was more important than wipeing asses Yeh?” Derek chuckled “ Y/N you havent changed….” another tear escaped his eye and I reached out and wiped it away again, embarassing him. Derek smiled a big smile, but then his brow furrowed and his smile disapeared “You havent changed” Derek stepped away from me.“ alright does one of you want to explain?” Isaac looked between Derek and I. “ Why havent you changed?” Derek accused me. “Your mother never told yeh about me? All those years I was just Aunt Y/N? you never wondered why a nonHale lived in the Hale house?” Dereks face screwed up in confusion. “You’re not a Hale?” a pang of sadness peirced my heart “ I guess I am a monster, if your mother din’t tell yeh about me.” I dropped to my knees trying to control the sadness that hit me I pressed my palms to the floor to conduct some of the heat away from me. “She never told yeh who I am, where I came from, WHAT I am?” I kept my eyes on my hands to concentrait on not burning the house down “ What are you Y/N?” Derek attempted to take my hands before I could warn him his hands sissled from the heat. “ Derek m’ so sorry I should have warnd yeh” your hands cooled and you took his hands to heal them. “Im a werelion well I was born a werelion and I… circumstances… over time .. um … I guess now Im a weretiger”. damn thats hard to explain “ Why are you so hot?… you know what I mean” Derek helped me to my feet, shaking his head smileing to himself I giggled at his remark “theres really to much going on to explain it” I stood on my own not looking into anyones eyes. Suddenly the front door swung open and three girls and three boys entered the house laughing, but soon stopped when they saw the gathering before them. “ H-hey guys, we didnt get the pack meeting memo?” a small spikey haired boy wrapped his arm around a beautiful brown haired girl. “ who the hell are you?” the tallest girl sniffed the air her eyes glowed blue “ what the hell are you?” she adjusted the question “Malia this is Y/N, Y/N this is Malia, Kira, Mason, Corey, Liam, Hayden, Isaac, you know Derek, Allison, Lydia you met, Im Stiles and this is our alpha Scott, not preasent are Jackson, Peter, Theo, and Parrish.” Stiles pointed at each person, and stated their names. Heavy Chemosignals gave me a hint at each others ties. I raised my hand to wave ackwardly “ Hello” I shuffled in my spot now at the center of a circle of people. “ where are you from your voice sounds weird?”-Liam “Oh my gosh your eyes are purple!”-Hayden “why are you wearing Stiles clothes”-Malia “ How old are you?”- Mason “wow your hair is so long”- Corey “guys your freaking her out”- Derek “But seriously answer those questions”- Stiles holy fucken shit “um well I was born in Scotland, on the Isle of Skye. ehhhhumm my eyes turned lavender when I… when my …. Aunt … who raised me died. I dont know how old I am,” I answered as best I could Leaving out the eating of human flesh. “ wait how do you not know how old you are? ” Mason held up his hands and shook his head confused. “ um well I never really kept track of the years after I turned 100 that would have been around the time Pharaoh Khufu built his tomb.” I tried to concentrait on the significant events in my youth but many I knew were never recorded through history… “Khufu? who the hell is Khufu?” Isaac looked around for answers “ Khufu is the King of Egypt who commissioned the building of the Pyrimd of Giza” Lydia was staring at you with shock in her eyes “ that was approximately 6000 years ago” Lydia wispered to herself but everyone heard and everyone stared at me. “ How can you be 6000 years old?” Corey asked the question everyone was thinking, I held up my hands palms up and shrugged my shoulders “ It just sorta happend” that was my honest answer, I had no idea how I cheated death I just did. “ Can you help me with my History homework?” Liam made a joke to ease the tension and I let out a nervious laugh. “Ive done enough homework in my time I was just lucky Plato didnt believe in homework” I laught at the fond memory “ hold up Plato? as in the Greek god?” Scott looked at me like I was crazy and I just laughed at him “ No, Plato as in the Greek philosopher” I smiled at him apologetically “ Plato was my first teacher, Ive attended many collages since but none compare to Plato.” everyone was still processing your age and not listening, you could smell pizza in the fridge “ Is anyone going to eat the leftover pizza in the fridge? or can I just order pizza? Fuck I left my phone in my bag!” I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand frustrated at myself. “ You have a cell phone? ” Derek looked at you like you were his grandma “ Yes I have a cell phone, and a GED and a drivers license and a Debit card and a car” You started listing off the things that they would think you lacked. “ we have your bag.. we didnt look through it I swear” Scott handed you the nike back pack with most of your belongings in it. “ well .. you didnt look through it Scott but I may have” Stiles came clean even though I knew he had been through it his scent was inside my bag. I just laughed and shook my head and decided to be witty “ Kids these days ” I laughed a little to hard at my own joke. I dug around in the back pack and produced my phone “ why do you need a phone anyway?” someone asked “ the internet is the best thing to happen to the human and supernatural race” I smirked at my phone screen lighing up “ you literaly have no contacts in your phone” Stiles announced to everyone making your face heat up “ how did you know my pin?” your eyes met honey brown ones and you couldnt look away, something strange came over you and you felt like you would do anything Stiles said, without hesitation …. Oh yeah you Imprinted on him… you would die for him, I heard of Imprinting and to loose the object of imprinting is described as the most pain ever, so excruciating it drives one to suicide. Stiles’ words brought you back from the depths of his eyes “ I um looked at the smudges on your screen” l looked around at everyone surrounding me, probably the most people since the dark ages that knew what you were. It made you feel good, like maybe you had a chance to be apart of a pack, maybe. “how’d you know there was pizza in the fridge?” Scott held up a ziplock bag of pizza I smiled and took the cold pizza from him “ my sense of smell was heightened when…” I stopped myself taking this moment to shove the pizza in my mouth “ when what ” Stiles looked at me expectantly he suddenly seemed so familiar like I had met him before, I sat down at the kitchen table. “ when my eyes changed color” I spoke with my mouth half full “ when did your eyes change color?” Derek crossed his arms and furowed his eyebrows, I remembered the day perfectly it still hurt to think about “ when I was 20” I took another bite of pizza to excuse myself from talking. “ what color were your eyes before?” Hayden sat down across from me “ red” I polished off the rest of the pizza but I was still hungry “ I ment your human eye color” Hayden laughed “red” I repeated sitting back in the wooden chair. everyone looked confused “ Im an alpha, and my alpha power was so strong it made it impossible for me to stop the color from showing, also I was very young and not in control” my stomach grumbled “ so you dont know what your real eye color is?” Hayden looked sad for you but this was such a dumb thing to focus on. You laughed and shook your head looking down at the floor “ Im over 6000 years old and these are the questions you ask me” everyone looked like they had a realization. “Whats the coolest thing you’ve seen” Isaac tilted his head to the side and looked at you. You thought for a moment “ Probably have to be the Fairy pools before the Fairys were extinct, the Fairys were beautiful little entitys anything they touched they enchanted they couldnt help it pebbles would float freely in the air and randomly drop when the enchantment wore off. they would dance on the surface of the pools and the water would float through the air like there was no gravity, the flowers they touched glowed vibrant colors, It was beautiful, but then they were gone. You see fairies were used by the humans to kill supernatural creatures fairy blood was poison to every living thing” your heart hurt that these kids would never experience this kind of beauty “ C-can I see?” Scott approached you his hand out streched claws at the ready, a stray tear rolled down your cheek. I noded and turned so my neck was exposed to him. I was calm and when Scott sunk his claws in me I remained calm. I greeted Scott in my mind then I showed him everything, My mother, My aunt, the Fairies, Stone henge, the Phoenix, the Eiffel tower, Eygpt, my father, all the people I met all the things I had done. When Scott broke the bond everyone except Stiles was gone. Stiles had his head on the table a small puddle of drool formed by his face. “You’ve been through a lot, my life doesnt look that bad now” Scott and I laughed “please dont tell Stiles, or anyone I know what I did was wrong and Ill never do it again” I begged Scott “ Y/N , Its ok you never killed anyone innocent, besides I probably couldnt if I wanted to, you are definately a much stronger alpha than me" I frowned at him “ I killed my mother Scott” Scott looked at me narrowing his eyes then scoffing and shaking his head “ You didnt do it on purpose you were only a child” he gave me a genuine smile and hugged me. slowly I hugged him back, this is the person who will know me the best probably ever. Scott left me alone with Stiles knowing it was the safest place for him. And the best choice for me to stay. I was fully rested and not tired at all it was about 3 am. I picked up Stiles cradling him in my arms I carried him upstairs to his room. I laid Stiles down on his bed and pulled his comforter over him. Like a mom I looked back at him and switched off his bedroom light and closed the door. I headed down stairs to find something to do. I made my way quietly around the house, cleaning up. I started some laundry, emptied the dish washer swept up. By the time the house was in perfect order it was 3:45 am. I sighed leting out a little frustraited groan. I found the door to the garage, maybe there was something for me to clean out here. I pulled open the door and there it was a classic 1980 CJ5. I ran my hand over the blue paint remembering the last time I had touched one. The last time you rode In a Jeep: Napalm filled the air around my squad. “ Sergeant! we need cover!” one of my solders called out “ Shut the fuck up, get down and stay put!” I barked at my solders as I sprinted ahead of where we needed to be. We had been on foot for 7 weeks and completely exhaused. All gunfire was directed at me, I scaled a tree in record time throwing the charlie positoned there to the ground. I positoned myself now able to see all the Dac Cong targeting my men, one bullet each was all it took. The fireing ceased. I hopped down and trudged back to my squad of 7 men. These men knew me as Sargent Noah O'Mally, my hair was buzzed and my breasts hidden under my uniform I kept as dirty as I could to seem more manly. “ Brumly that is not the spot you were in when I left” a short stocky brown haired boy scowled at me and I laughed “ We keep moving” I directed the boys forward. My squad was made of Oliver ‘Brah’ Brumly, Eugene ‘Gene’ Friemuth, Justin ‘Farmer’ Young, Elias ‘Stiles’ Stilinski, Anthony ‘Tony’ Peirce, Wayne ‘Wiener’ Fox and James ‘Jimmy’ Thornton. The men called me Ma'am, I was the only Sergent who found it humorus, so I was the only Seargent called Ma'am. Every single one of my men made it out of that hell hole. When the war ended we radioed our positon and a chopper took us out of combat. Then from the landing they put us in a Jeep to bring us back to base. Before any Jeep left the country I was in charge of checking for bombs and maintanence.

I hadent realised what I was doing until my eyes settled on a nightmare of ducktape. I had opened the hood and was met by a sad excuse for a motor. “ well I have all morning” and I got to work. About 11O'clock I had most of the motor and transmission taken apart and put back together and back in the jeep with new components and peices, I was just finishing up puting on a new cold air intake when the garage door opened “ Im telling you Scott shes not here and all her stuff is here!” I tightened the last nut and looked up at Stiles his face was shocked. I put the socket and wrench back in the tool box and shut the hood “keys?” I looked at Stiles and held out my hand expectantly. Insted of tossing me the keys he licked his lips angrly and stomped like a child over to the drivers side of the jeep and flung open the door, the jeep started on the first turn over and purred to life. Siles looked suprised and absolutly shocked. I smirked at him and started walking to the door. Stiles flew out of the jeep and whipped open the hood his eyes darted around the motor in disbelif. I wandered into the house and flopped down onto the couch and closed my eyes. I felt Stiles enter the room “uhhuhh um th-thank you ” I peeked one eye open to look at him “for what?” I closed my eyes and began to roll off the couch turning into my tiger and landing on all fours “whoa that was cool um thank you for fixing the jeep… ” I padded towards him purring I rubbed aginst his leg like a cat Stiles reached down and scrached my head like a pet and suprisingly it felt good. He pet me for a few more minutes, the front door opened and Stiles Father walked into the house. The sheriff dropped his keys “ Stiles” Stiles head whipped around “Dad! uh this is Y/N ” the sheriff backed up against the front door. I yawned and patted towards the sheriff and mid stride I shifted to human and held out my hand “ Hello sir Im Y/N” I flashed him my purple eyes and he took my hand “Noah” he limply shook my hand “ and you are what?” Noah added I held back my laugh “ Im a weretiger hybrid” the sheriff was still up against the front door “Dad its ok shes friendly” Stiles joked. “She fixed the Jeep” he added and the sheriff seemed to calm down “Really? where did you learn about fixing cars?” Noah stepped away from the door “ I learned about fixing Jeeps in Vietnam” Noah had just picked up his keys and redropped them “ In what” Noahs eyes crinkled “ Dad, um Y/N is over 6,000 years old” Stiles picked up the keys and placed them on the kitchen table. “ Stiles can I talk to you alone?” the sheriff pulled stiles down the hallway and I took that as my que. I hopped out the front door and started walking down the street. I slung my back pack over my shoulder sniffing the air a thought entered my mind randomly just a name Im not sure why but just the name Claudia was all I could think.

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PURPLISH BLUE [Chapter 1 : Departure]

[AO link : http://archiveofourown.org/works/9645383/chapters/21790910]

Summary After his 19th birthday, Lance has to follow one of the rule of his race and planet; as an Altean heir, as an Altean man, as an Altean person, it's time for him to leave the place for a long time and live amongst another race, time to melt with them like one of them. Time to learn how to be a altean cameleon, especialy if he want to become that diplomat of his dreams. It's the last part of his student life. But would he be able to live like a Galra for such a long time, when the entire Empire can litterally smell out that he's a Altean student under cover? When himself can't stand the very idea of sitting next to a dangerous Galra?

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Departure Two. It was basically the number of days he had spent after his last birthday before it was the day. Staring at his huge luggages and their quantity on the floor of his room, Lance scratched a little the back of his head, frowning. Would it even be enough for such a long time out of home? So far away? He jumped when the door opened slowly, the smooth wood rubbing a little against the light grey carpet covering the floor. A pair of amazingly blue eyes appeared, and he sighed in relief.

"Allura! I thought it was Coran," he giggled softly at the young woman. "He'd never stop telling me to take only one luggage."

His tone was meant to be funny and joyful, but somehow he didn't hear his voice being like he wanted. Shoulders falling down quickly at it, Allura had a soft smile, and her long and thin arms circled Lance's shoulders a second after that. She was -just a bit- older than him, and she knew perfectly the situation for having dealt with it a few years ago herself.

At the age of nineteen, young Altean students were basically done with their education. But the nature of their race, with their shifting abilities, had set up some traditions: once they reached that age, they had to leave home for another planet and race, in order to live amongst them, learn from them, and be able to deal with all of this, then they could go back to their families -if they wanted to. Alteans were the best diplomats in the entire universe, after all, but it wasn't some free gift they had directly from birth.

And it was scary as hell. In her sister's arms, Lance relaxed a little, but the fact that the young woman was already back from her own stay before the minimum of time imposed, due to the violence occuring where she'd been sent, was worrying him for his own journey and life for the next few years. It was for the best, usually, but sometimes, Alteans were sent into a hostil planet and race and it didn't end pretty well. Of course, they could tell others who they were, but it would lead people not to treat them like one of theirs and fuck up everything. Or it could make them the target of everything, and it was as a good thing as a pretty bad thing. Lance had heard about Alteans praised in other planets, of course. He knew for sure, from what he'd been told by older Alteans, that they were really attractive. Like...Really. A lot. Incredibly? He didn't know. He was Altean himself and it never hit his eyes that his race could be that amazingly beautiful.

But being one of the most beautiful race also could lead them to another problem, and Allura had to go through something like this, Lance kind of knew it. Harassement was popular coming from other races, and it could even go to physical treatment. Fights weren't an Altean thing at all, and Lance swallowed at the idea of screwing up everything and getting beaten for lying and hiding amongst that race.

He sighed a little when she kissed him softly at the base of the jaw, right under his lobe. It was his favorite spot for receiving kisses and attention and she knew that it would almost instantly make him feel a little better. Relatives were the only ones to touch that particular point of his body -despite his expansive way of being, Lance wasn't one to get touched that easily, and his attempts at flirting were amazing but didn't allow others to get that close.

The soft brush against his skin made him melt a little on place and he knew that she wouldn't do it for long -or he wouldn't be able to stand on his legs for long. "Feel better?" she smiled. "Yeah," he laughed softly, rubbing his hands together to hide the small tremor that was going through them. "Thank you." "When are you leaving?" "Mmhh, let me see..." There was a huge clock above the door, but Lance didn't get enough time to give it a look. The sound of boots on the soft floor reached their ears and they both untangled pretty soon when a man stepped in the room. Lance sighed with a sorry look to his sister. "Now, I guess?" He winced a little and the man shook his head, rolling his eyes at his immaturity. "Lance, you're not the first one to leave," he said, his voice soft and sweet. "Your mother did and so I did, too. And Allura." "But father..." Lance risked an eye to his sister. Under her right eye, there was still some bruises, recently fading from purple to yellow, the different shades of colors underlining the shape of her cheek bone. She put her lips together in a quick pout at him, crossing her arms. "You're a man, Lance, you'll be able to protect yourself if anything had to happen," she stated. He winced even deeper. "But they're savages!" "You don't know," she sighed and she rolled her eyes like their father before. "How comes you have such ideas about that race?" Under their gazes, Lance didn't feel confident at all, and he just wanted to step away from them right now. Especially their father. The man was tall, taller than him, taller than Allura, taller than their mother, and what emanated from him had always made Lance feel like nothing could hurt him, in any way. Lance gulped a little, lowering his eyes to his feet. The man was made of powerness, and something amazingly soft was smoothing it all. The king of Altea, Alfor, was a incredible man like no one could ever be. "I, uh...A lot of people talk about them..." "Lance..." The young man jumped a little when the warm hand touched his shoulder, then squeezed a bit, gently, and he dared raise his eyes to meet the -oh so soft- gaze of his father, the man giving him one of his sweetest looks. "You're not one to believe what you didn't see by yourself, I know it." Lance tensed a little, swallowing hardly despite the need. He couldn't tear his gaze away from his father's features, right? He just couldn't, and he stayed there, arms along his body, listening quietly. He couldn't deceive his family. Not now. Not after all those years of hard work, as for him trying to get the best grades as for them leading their race. "I know that you're scared," Alfor continued. "That's normal." "I'm not scared," he pouted a little. A little behind their father, Lance spotted Allura and her soft crystalline laughter, and the tall man before him smiled. "You're probably right. So, you're going to be strong from now on, right?" Lance nodded a little. "Mh..." "You're an Altean prince, never forget it." "Mh-mh." He nodded again. "The strongest, Lance." This time, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "I'm a fucking shrimp, father! How could I even think about being strong in front of a Galra!?" Behind them, Alura shrugged quickly. "High kick in their balls? That worked pretty well for me." "Allura," the king Alfor sighed, but Lance could hear a hint of amusement in his tone as well as some compassion for the one who had to feel Allura's strength -and god knew that she was a strong woman, full of energy and eveything that could save an Altean's life. She looked like the powerful man, tall and build but made out of beauty and strength all together. They both were amazing Alteans, with the best of their race's features running in their blood. Lance wasn't. He wasn't as tall as an average Altean. He wasn't as built as his father, barely as his sister. Not skinny though, but he had to work so much more than anyone on those physical aptitudes that it often put him on the nerves and let him breathless, tired and...Jealous, for some reasons, for not having inherited of their physical skills. That was also why Lance had some difficulties to understand why they had to send him to one of the most dangerous place in the entire galaxy. Why, of all of them, had it to be the Galra Empire? Like, really? They were mostly known as bloodthirsty beasts -or actually he'd heard of this in historical classes, about the wars between their two races. Lance had never met a Galra for real, let alone talk to one of them. Pictures in their school books had always seemed to be enough to him. So, shifting to their physical looks had taken him more than one day until he got what it was like, how each part had to change, and why. Well, he'd probably have to hide a little during the first days, until he gets it all. "Son, are you serious?" Alfor was staring at all the luggages set on Lance's floor, a deep scowl of both incomprehension and light amusement set on his face, and Lance put a face. "I need all of that!" "I bet these are his face care masks and all," Allura mumbled with a finger to one of his travel cases. "I knew you wouldn't let them here." "They'd go out-of-date by the end of the year, of course I have to take them with me!" "Well, I could use them then?" But Lance crossed his arms on his chest. Well, he didn't look as impressive and massive as his father when he was doing this but it was better than anything else if he wantd to look at least a little more convincing. Not that it would work in the end though. "No way! These don't suit your skin, so well, no way," Lance sighed -he'd never understood how people could easily use any face product witout even checking if it was the right one for their skin. But still. Alfor shook his head, and Lance stated this move as the second time from the king. In less than ten minutes. He looked away a little, aware that he wouldn't even have a choice. Then, Alfor smiled softly, a gentle chuckle coming. "Lance, Galras are covered with fur." The young man blinked at his father and so did Allura with an eyebrow raised in surprise. Once. Twice. "WHAT!?" Oh man, where the fuck were they sending him? "Father, noooo way, I can't go there!" Lance suddenly spluttered. He'd taken a few steps back, eyes widening more and more at the idea, but his father only shrugged at his reaction. What, didn't it affect the man to know that his own son was going to live for years amongst animals!? "Father," Lance whined. "You don't mean it, right? Like, fur? Not even scales? Tell me some of them have scales at least, that's less scary!" "Lance..." "What if one of them touches me, uh?" "Lance, really..." Alfor's gaze had slightly changed seconds after seconds, turning into some deception at his words, but Lance just couldn't take it. "I mean, oh my god, fur!? Like grandpa's pets!?" "Lance, for god's sake..." It was Allura's turn to scowl at him, eyes rolling with annoyance. What the fuck was wrong with both them? "I'm fucking allergic to furry pets! I might die by just living with them! How can't you--" Then, all he heard weren't his own words; he hadn't finished his sentence. A sharp slap had resonnated in the room, shutting him up all of a sudden, and Lance became silent, the feeling of his father's hand painfully printed in his cheek. He'd fallen ass on the bed behind him, short breathing at the entire situation, eyes focusing on the man's boots. Allura was silent, and he was pretty sure that she had been holding her breath. "That's enough, Lance! I guess that you've been spoiled too much until now. It's time for you to grow up and learn from others what life is made of. It will change you into something worthier than what you are now. I hope." Lance didn't answer to this. The sudden anger in his father's voice had hit him in a way he wasn't expecting and he felt like his head was trying to hide between his shoulders. His cheek ached, right where the huge hand had hit him. It hadn't been a soft slap. The man really meant his gesture toward Lance, and his amazingly beautiful eyes launched dark thunderbolts at him. And, really, it was the first time Lance had to see his father showing his anger. Or rather it was the first time the man was showing anger in any way, no matter how, no matter how much. Lance bowed his head foreward, eyes shutting closed under the sudden pressure that tickled in his stomach. "I apologize, father," he muttered. The king didn't look pleased, but was it due to what he had to tell his own son or because Lance's apologies didn't sound enough, the young man wasn't able to tell. Still hidden behind Alfor, Allura was mostly staring at the floor, speechless, eyebrows tigthened in a thin line. "Two cases, Lance. Not your entire bedroom. You won't need all of that in the Galra Empire." His voice was dry now, and a long, tired sighed punctuated his last words. "I'll see you at the traveling vessel in less than an hour. Don't be late, Lance. I'm counting on you. Don't deceive me." It was the worst 'goodbye' that Lance could have ever asked for. After the man left the room, the door not even banging behind him, Allura had remained silent for a moment at the same place she had occupied the entire time, but Lance didn't care about her anymore. His moves were slow now, hands carefully opening the multitude of cases to change what he had prepared. He was a bit lost, of course, but the last thing he'd want to do was admitting it right now. Not to Allura. "Lance," she tried, but he barely reacted at her attempt. "Lance, please don't take it for you, okay?" "Not for me?" Lance snorted, unable to hold it back when her voice reached his ears. "Are you serious?" He wasn't looking at her, knees on the floor and focusing on his clothes he was tradding from a case to another. Contrite, she lowed her gaze on him, biting hard on her lip. "I am." She was. He knew it, but...Like...Really? With a sigh, she stepped closer to her younger brother, and leaned until she could reach his shoulder with a soft hand. At least, she thought, he didn't shove her away, and she squeezed gently his shoulder in an affective way. "Lance," she called again, and this time she felt his muscles tense a little under her fingers. "You know that father is just worrying." "I know,", he breathed. "We know that it's not going to be easy, Lance..." "Not going to be easy?" he repeated again in a low voice. His hands had stopped moving for a few seconds before he went to his work again. "Are you kidding me? I'm going to live amongst the Galras, Allura! How could it be easy?" "I--I know all that!" She kneeled behind him, her chest shapping Lance's back until she could wrap her arms around his shoulders from behind. "But Lance, it's been years since we've tried to find someone able to stick with them, someone who could live with them and learn from their civilization!" "So why me?" he murmured. "I know that we don't choose where we're going but...Seriously, Allura!" "I didn't choose for you!" she replied. "But why father--!" "He didn't!" "What!?" She could feel his body tense even more under hers, feel the tremor in his shoulders between her arms. "The ministry decided for your destination," she whispered in an ear near her mouth. "Father was opposed to this decision, but he couldn't do anything in the end, he didn't have enough power..." "So being the king doesn't really mean anything nowadays," Lance growled. On the floor, there were an incredible number of small bottles, boxes and other small jars that Lance had taken off the cases. In the end, he had only emptied one of them just to put his most casual clothes in it. At least he had tried; he would buy new things in the Empire -with the tiny hope that there would be something to buy at least. Spending his next years wearing the same old things woud probably kill him. He felt Allura shrug against him, the soft movement making her rub his back with her chest and it made him smile a little. "The kingdom has changed so much," he murmured. "I miss the old times." "Are you scared?" she asked. He nodded, finally getting rid of all his so called dignity toward his sister. "Terribly scared. It's even scarier when I say it," he winced despite himself. "But I can't help. Like you said, no one knows their rules and habits, or barely." "What if they're not that bad?" she suggested. "Allura, I'm going to tranform into a ball of purple fur for my next four years, are we really going to discuss about the Galras' possible abilities at being nice?" She laughed a little at it, and he would lie if not admitting that he absolutly loved her genuine laughter. Allura had always been a model for him. "Lance," she had suddenly stopped laughing, earning all his attention in less than a second. "Mh?" "I'll miss you, dear brother." "I'll miss you too. But don't you dare use my facial care even if I'm not home, it's not for your skin type!" "Dumbass." They didn't get more time to stay here like that, their arms and upper bodies almost tangled together, Lance's hands rubbing softly Allura's writs resting on his collar bones. The door had opened again on another man, and Lance was pretty sure that it hadn't been an hour since their father left the room. But Coran, the Altean standing at the door frame, bowed a little, his face calm and quietly smiling at the scowl he was getting. "Sir, the vessel is waiting for you," the man stated. "Do you need hum...Any help...?" He had raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the multiple cases on the floor. Most of them were opened, clothes in and out in a way that made it look like it was the apocalype or something. Lance blinked a little, but shook his head then quickly closed and secured the case he was working on. "No. I'll just take this one, Coran," he sighed. "Did a war happen here?" The Altean ran a hand in his ginger hair with a incredulous look for the entire bedroom before stepping in further. "So this one? Let me take care of it." "Lance wanted to take his whoooole wardrobe to the Galra Empire," Allura giggled a little at Coran's face when the idea reached his brain. "Oh dears, what an idea. Altean's stuff wouldn't be really welcome out there I think." "I don't need you to think, Coran," Lance sighed heavily and stood up, unfolding his legs as Allura was leaving his back. In front of Coran, they didn't really mind showing their affection; the man had almost raised them and knew perectly how much they liked each other. "From what I know, Galras mostly wear dark clothes," Coran said and added quickly at Lance frowning. "But don't worry, Thace will take care of this all." "Thace?" Lance gave an eye to Allura, but she only shrugged, not sure of what was being said there. "Who's Thace?" he asked. With two gloved fingers, Coran smoothed the tip of his mustache with a little smile. Somehow, Lance didn't like it. "Thace is the pilote of the traveling vessel you're going to take in, like..Ten minutes?" At the reminder, Lance rolled his eyes and Allura laughed even louder when Coran took the handle of the case and started struggling with the weight of it to the exit of the bedroom. The young man followed, his sister on his heels, and crossed his arms as he was walking. "Blah-blah-blah, yeah that's the pilote, but I've never heard his name before though." "Oh, that's a pretty nice person, you'll see him soon. Sometimes I even forget that he's a Galra, really!" The long corridor of the castle was turning and Lance stopped, hands suddenly on Coran's shoulders to stop him. "What? Hey hey, why am I not aware of that? A Galra guy is gonna drive me?" "Mh? Are you afraid about something, sir?" Coran had turned his gaze to Lance, and his genuine surprise was almost touchable. That was what made Lance release the man. Was he, Lance, the second heir of the royal family of Altea, really the one who had a problem with Galras? Even if she didn't deny thinking that this nation might be dangerous, Allura didn't look that scared by the idea of living amongst them. Nor his father, even despite Allura's words that the king had tried not to send him there. And now, Coran. Lance sank his hands deep in the pocket of his thin jacket to hide the small tremor agitating them. "I'm not." Coran didn't need to know what he was thinking right now. It was already a lot to have him here at the moment, and Coran's joyful voice helped cleaning his mind soon. They walked for a few minutes. They left the rooms quarters, crossed the kitchens -and Lance was pretty ok with the idea of not eating that meal this evening, and soon they reached the garage and the area where the vessels were parked and waiting before flying off. The traveling vessel Coran waved to with a hand was...Small. It would be just enough for Lance and the pilot, for sure, and a shiver of anxiety ran along his spine as he slide an eye to Allura. On the day she left for her own trip, she had taken a larger vessel, with more people going to the same place as her. It was different today. "What does that mean?" Lance tried not to sound too harsh, but it was quite difficult to hide his feelings there, now that he was almost gone. And he knew that he hadn't the right to step back. "The Galra Empire doesn't allow a lot of people to come into their territory," Allura sighed. "You learned it at school." "We were TEN when we were studying Galras' culture, should I remind you?" "You didn't want to open your books when you were ten," she pulled the tip of her tong out in a mocking face. "Sir, dear, don't worry, Thace will explain you some little things to know," Coran tried to reassure him. But what worried Lance was that he would precisely be alone with a Galra in a so small space vessel that they would surely have to sit in side by side. "He's the one who took care of everything for your stay, I tell you again : Thace is a very nice person." "And I'll be present if you need anything, Prince." This time, Lance jumped. The unknown voice, deep, was coming from behind and he had immediatly known what was the following part. But... He hadn't expected to fall nose to nose with a Galra. Not at all. Or rather, nose to chest with a Galra. Coran let go of the luggage, claping his hands together. "Oh, perfect! Lance, this is Thace, your pilot and contact for your stay in Xantor! Thace, I think you already know who's Lance, of course." There was a toothy smile, the white color almost glowing due to the contrast with that dark purple skin. But not as glowing as his yellow eyes. Oh man. It was real. Lance gulped, swallowing hardly. Thace was the tallest thing he had ever seen in his all life, at least if we were still talking from a human size -because eh, those weird bipeds had quite the average height that was going onto the whole universe. There were other populace with other average sizes, of course, but for something like an Altean or a Galra, it was definitely the best to compare with a human being. And Thace would have been a huge human, Lance wasn't small but the Galra pilot was almost a good head taller than him. Slightly taller than his father. The man -Lance snorted at the thought of using man for a Galra, was it even accurate?- extended a hand toward the prince and for a second Lance wasn't sure about what he should do. Thace wasn't wearing his pilot gloves, the thick leather hanging on his belt, so nothing was in the way to hide the powerful fingers nor the nails ending in small claws at every tip. It was scary. A quick elbow nudging his ribs by the back awoke him and he hastily took the hand, refraining a grimace at the weird feeling of the palm in his. Weird wasn't even the word, he thought somewhere in a corner of his mind. There was that soft and very short fur on Thace's hand, but what he felt under his fingers was much more like...Pads, actually. It was a thick and soft skin protecting the inside of Thace's hand. It was a little cold, and it reminded Lance of some cute pets they had had when they were young, Allura and he. "Eeer...Prince? Something's wrong?" Thace's voice suddenly tore Lance away from his own thoughts and he immediatly took his hand off of the Galra's, cheeks blushing with some shame from letting himself get lost so easily -plus in front of a Galra. "N--No, I'm ok, everything's ok, sorry, I was just thinking too much..." Somehow, Lance could see a hint of concern in the Galra's expression, but he wasn't sure. It was hard to say, with the fur covering most of his facial features, and in the end it was a little grin that set up on his lips. Thace looked up behind Lance and gave a quick salut with his head. "Princess. Minister," he greeted. "Is this the Prince's luggage?" "Yes!" Coran's voice sounded so joyful as Thace was talking to him, that Lance gritted his teeth. Was he the only one shaken by the situation, in the end? On his fingers, there was still the feeling of the soft pads lingering against his fingers. That was gross and Lance fought his need to swipe his palm on his trousers. But he knew that it would be a huge offense toward the Galra and he hid it back in his pocket instead. Better than nothing. Thace quickly checked the time on a small clock he took out of his jacket's pocket and sighed a little before gesturing to the case and Coran. "If there's only this, I'll take care of it by myself, thank you Minister." "Oooh, right, right!" It was a little awkward, and Lance didn't know how if his father would really come. Time was running, so fast and so slow at the same time. "Prince?" Lance raised his eyes up to the Galra, only to find a pair of glowing eyes staring at him. He couldn't really understand what was his facial expression at that moment. It looked like he was slightly frowning, with some...Compassion? "Uh?" "I don't want to impose myself, but it's almost time, don't you want to, hum, say goodbye or something?" Lance felt his cheeks turn red at it and he lowered his gaze. "Ah, y--yeah, you're right..." "Isn't King Alfor coming, by the way?" A shiver of shame ran along his spine. Couldn't it even be pity coming from that creature? Lance didn't answer immediatly, but he would never admit that his eyes were looking everywhere to find the Altean king. He wasn't there. "He's a busy man," he murmured. "Oh! I see. You're right, he's the king after all," Thace stated casually as he was leaning to catch the case. It was heavy for Coran, Lance had seen it while they were walking along the corridors, but the Galra took it as if it weighted nothing. Allura took him off his own thoughts, jumping litterally on him, arms tight around his chest. "Wow, Allu--" "Take care," she breathed. "Please. Come back, Lance." She had buried her face in the crook of his neck and he could feel the soft tremor in her arms. She was worried. Her departure, two years ago, had been pretty different; both their parents were present, a few friends of hers from school, some ministers too -not only Coran. But she was the princess of Altea, and in a day like this one, Lance could feel how different they were. He was only the second heir, the boy. He wasn't the one who would become the next Chief, command the troops or decide which trees in which streets. To their people, he was closer to nothing more than a privileged citizen living in the royal castle. The king Alfor was still not in view; Lance had seen Thace move with the case, disappearing in the direction of the small ship waiting for them. Well, he would call when he need, right? He sighed, finally running a hand in Allura's back. "I'll come back. Hope it won't be in two days, eh." She laughed a little at that. "Idiot. I hope too." Being back before the end of their duty time wasn't a good news. It meant that something had happen, something bad enough to make them unable to continue. Lance remembered pretty well how, two weeks ago, his sister looked like. The bruises on her face, now, were like a blessing compare with that day when the medical staff extracted the young woman from the broken ship she had taken to come back in a hurry. The war suddenly occuring in the planet she was visiting had almost killed her for being an Altean, and Lance would never thank their advanced technology enough for saving her life. And she had survived the entire way back thanks to her own strength. He remembered the blood staining her white clothes when they had finally managed to open the ship, and he suddenly clenched his fists in her back, taking her in even closer to him. She made a soft surprised noise. "Lance?" "I--Please, take care of yourself too, Allura." He knew that she would understand. After all, even despite their differences, they were twins at first. Even if such a light difference could make things so different between the two of them toward the kingdom. She had a soft sigh against his shoulder, and he felt her smile against the thin fabric of his clothes. "I will," she murmured. "Prince," Coran suddenly said, not really caring that much about the hug between them -he was used to it. "We will miss you." "Same for me, Coran," Lance smiled, even though it wasn't with a huge hapiness or anything, but Coran was like a second father to them, after all. "And, hum, tell my father..." There was a move. Behind him, Lance could hear Thace's steps as the Galra was coming back already, probably to pick him up and leave. Before him, at the door of the hangar, the tall figure of the king Alfor was standing, piercing eyes in his direction. The man was only a few meters away, staring at him. Lance swallowed, then raised his voice a little, still talking to Coran, but giving back his father's glare. "Tell my father that I love him. I will...I will be back as the first one to reunificate our nations. I...I promise." Allura had raised her head to look at him, then turned her attention to the way he was staring at. She smiled softly when she saw their father, but didn't say anything, squeezing gently at Lance's shoulder. The man was here, even for a few seconds, and it was all that mattered for now. "I'm going to check the fuel reservoir, come when you're done," Lance heard a soft and cramped mumble behind him. Thace was gone again. Was the Galra giving them some more time? It was so weird to think that Thace was probably nice that his stomach twitched a little, but he focused back on his father who was walking toward them. "Lance," he started, and the young man blinked a bit. "Please, be safe." "I--yeah?" From close, Lance could see the worried look the man was giving to him. They all knew what going to the Galra Empire meant, after all. It could be a 'no return' travel. It was more like this, actually, than the reverse. Contrary to most of other planets, Lance couldn't be found out. It would be dangerous. "Thace will be by your side," the man continued. "He's...Not especialy a friend, but his family owes us a favor. He won't betray you or anything." How charming, Lance thought, but he didn't say anything about it. "I trust you, father," he said nonetheless, bowing his head quickly as the man was coming closer. The next thing he could feel was that huge hand on his head, thick fingers sinking in his hair and tousling the white bangs. Feeling his cheeks turning red at the unusual contact -he barely saw his father in the last few years- Lance yelped a little with surprise and raised an eye to look at the king. Alfor sighed when their eyes met. He wasn't smiling at all, what Lance didn't particularly enjoy, but the man didn't look angry at him anymore though. It was something else, and when Lance was about to say something -like, really, something, he didn't even know what- a pair of powerful arms suddenly hugged him, taking him by surprise again. It was a tight embrace with a soft tremor, something that his father would have never done, let alone show, in public. It was something disarming, disturbing at the most. Alfor's hand ran again a little in Lance's hair, rubbing softly at the the bangs in his neck. A sigh reached the young Altean's ears as his father breathed deeply on his shoulder. "I'm...Sorry, Lance. I'm so, so sorry..." It was a soft, low voice, and Lance was probably the only one to hear it. He immediatly closed his arms aroung his father's shoulders, eyes suddenly burning -but he wouldn't cry or anything. It just...Burned. Lance sneezed a little, trying to hide in his father's neck, his fingers digging more and more in the thick fabric of the royal clothes. "I will do it, father," he murmured. A long breath tickled his skin right where his collar ended. "I--" "Be safe, Lance," Alfor cut him in a whisper. "I don't mind if you can't do it, just be safe amongst them. And...Even when it gets tough, don't forget that you have a family waiting for you." Lance nodded silently, nose brushing the white fabric. Actually, he couldn't have answered properly to his father even if he wanted to; there was that awful and huge bubble in his throat, blocking words. There were those terribly wet tears streaming from his eyes. He heard a soft laughter coming from his father. "You're still a big baby, Lance." "M'not," he mumbled. "We love you, Lance. I'm sure your mother would be as proud of you as I am." "Even if I ruin your soooooo royal outfit with my mucus?" "Baby," Alfor repeated softly then stepped back a little. His light blue eye were bright, and his lips were curved in a little smile. His gaze lingered for a few seconds then stopped on the vessel waiting for Lance. The young Altean prince half turned to get the small vessel in sight too, but the view of the Galra leaning against the metal frame made him almost wince. "Don't," the King immediatly said. "Never do anything that'll compromise your cover, Lance. From now on, you're going to live as one of them." Lance sighed, tightening his lips in a thin line. "Yes, father. I understand." There was no choice. His last goodbies made to Coran in the end, Lance walked toward the ship. He had rubbed his eyes, so hard that even if they were dry by now, it was still awfully red. But Thace didn't make any comment about it, simply sliding his muscled body into the cockpit. Lance followed, less elegantly though. The inside was pretty tight of course, as he had thought. Thace was already sitting on his seat, fingers running on the dashboard to prepare the departure. "Sit down, Prince," he said, and his voice kind of hit Lance with the ferocity of what it meant: leaving home. Now. For the next four years at least. But he obeyed, almost falling ass on his own seat -which, he tought, was too close to the Galra's. "Belt," Thace said again. He didn't take the time to put more words into his orders, visibly concentrating on what he was doing. That was better like this. Lance wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, let alone to a Galra. Not for now. It was too...Early? Even if Thace, somehow, sounded like he was a nice guy. Maybe. He didn't know. Didn't want to know. It was a Galra. Lance snorted at the thought that he was currently sitting beside one of their worst race ennemy, and Thace gave him a look of misunderstanding that the young Altean dismissed quickly with his hand. "Nothing." Travelling on such a small ship was a lot different from big ones they used to visit other planets. Lance could feel the vibrations when it started to roll, the sudden shock when they accelerated. The 'nothing' that followed after the wheels weren't in contact anymore with the floor, the feeling of being a little compressed under the pressure as they were rising up to the sky, so high, so fast, so-- Lance swallowed as they were surrounded by stars, debris, and a bunch of other ships leaving the planet like they were doing. The trafic was intense lately due to the period on Altea; many young Alteans were leaving home, like him, and he felt a little sad for them. "Finally!" Thace suddenly rolled his eyes at the huge window showing them the space scenery and Lance raised an eyebrow at it. The purple claws tipped on the dashboard again, and Lance clearly saw the automatic pilot being switched on. Then, the glowing yellow eyes turned to him, a smile on the Galra's lips. "So, well, Altean Prince..." he started. Lance gulped. Oh god. Thace was stretching a little on his seat, legs and arms a bit too long for the place. He leaned on Lance right after, and continued his sentence as Lance's heart was starting to beat, so hard and so fast that it was scary. But not as scary as having a Galra face not even inches away from yours. "Now, show me." Lance blinked. "Sorry?" A claw was suddenly on him, thrumming on his clothes against his chest, and Thace breathed. It was hot against his cheek. "Shift."

[Done with the first chapter! Don’t hesitatee to react on AO3 or here, actually I’m such a beginner at Tumblr ahah XD So I’m giving a try with Purplish blue as I’m currently working on it! See you soon <3 ]