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milykins · 4 months ago

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Can I just request a sweet Leo fic? They’re so hard to find!! One where he feels so unworthy of being loved and reader has to change his mind? Bayverse Leo feels like the one that would take the most convincing because he is so regimented in his training and feels so unworthy of being loved. The guy just never seems to catch a break. He needs to experience that moment of true love. Nothing smutty, just fluffy, sweet realization and acceptance of love.

First of all, I'm so happy I got such a sweet request for my first one! I wanted to do it right away because I agree, poor Leo never can catch a break. I admit, I initially assumed he was acting like a jerk in the Bay movies, but really, the poor guy is stretched to his limit. I hope I fulfilled your request with this and captured the feeling you were looking for.

No TWs for this: as requested, a sweet realization and acceptance of love.

Leonardo x Reader

Aged up characters of course

Bayverse TMNT

Worthy

“A good leader understands this, a good brother accepts it.”

“Keep the team unified and you shall always succeed.”

“There is NO place for excuses when you are the leader!”

The words of his father echoed in his mind, ever-present, reminding him of his position in the family. The Leader. The protector. The one with all the answers. The responsible one. This was his role in life and it had been drilled into him since he was young. He didn’t begrudge his father for placing this enormous responsibility on his shoulders, but if he was being completely honest with himself, it was a heavy burden to bear.

Leonardo had been so caught up in himself he had allowed this role to encompass his entire being until he wasn’t really sure who he was anymore. That realization hit him hard and he found himself wondering who he’d be if he wasn’t the leader anymore. Would he be more relaxed? Laid-back like Mikey, shoving his responsibilities away for the time being. Or Raph, running off to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Or Donnie… able to work on a project uninterrupted, shutting out the world for a while.

Would he find someone to love? The notion seemed ridiculous and completely out of reach. He could come up with a million reasons about why it wouldn’t work. She’d be a liability to the team, getting close to her would catch the eye of their enemies and she’d be put in danger. Other excuses included: the obvious size difference and the notion that she’d be disgusted by him. It was easier to accept that he’d just remain alone. It was easier that way. Expect nothing and you’ll never be disappointed. Leadership, training and patrols. This was it, and it was never going to get any better so he may as well accept it. At least, this is what he kept telling himself.

Until you came along.

Or rather… until you fell into his lap, literally.

You’d been minding your own business when a fight had broken out. Literal ninjas and four giant turtles battled below you as you watched from the fire escape. You’d been completely mesmerized at how the four of them moved that you hadn’t noticed other ninjas on the fire escape, running from the losing battle. In your surprise you backed up against the rail and lost your balance. You were located three floors up. Your panicked brain managed to grasp the realization that the fall would surely kill you. Your scream of terror only solidified this as you plummeted to your death. Only, you didn’t… you landed in something hard, unyielding yet secure. It was enough to knock all of the breath from your lungs in a single gasp. You were in someone’s arms. Your addled brain was coherent enough to recognize that you’d been saved but the rush of adrenaline, coupled with your attempt to get your breath back was making it difficult to speak. Looking up, you can see that one of those huge turtles had caught you. The one in a blue mask. He was saying something to you but it all sounded muffled as your heart pounded in your ears.

“Ma-am, ma-am! Are you okay?! Donnie! She won’t answer!”

“She’s probably in shock, Leo.”

Shock… you heard that part. That made sense, near-death experience… shock… the two went hand-in-hand. You gave a ridiculous laugh and that’s when the darkness closed in, swallowing you up in its sweet embrace.

“Shit, she’s fainted.”

“Well, we can’t just leave ‘er here.”

“Dude, maybe she lives up there, that’s where she fell.”

“What should we do, Leo?”

Holding you in his arms, Leonardo, for the first time in his life, decided to do something impulsive. “We’re taking her with us.”

And that was that. There was no arguing from his brothers. No challenging his choice on the matter. He was the Leader after all. He held the power to make such decisions and at that moment, he did not want to let you go.

That was how the two of you met, and subsequently how you got closer but not right away.

At first, he was… detached, standoffish, cautious about you. Your first thought was that he didn’t like you. And you couldn’t blame him. You were a stranger in his home, you’d been dumb enough to fall from a fire escape and fainted in his arms. He brought you home, made sure you were unharmed and then brought you back home at nightfall.

You’d assumed that was it, you were never going to see him again. Lightning can’t strike twice, can it?

Except it did. A week later and once again, this was not your fault. Unbeknownst to you, he’d been keeping an eye on you and the second that something had gone wrong, he was there. Someone had tried to mess with you while you were walking home. One second they were there, harassing you, the next they were gone, flung deep into the alley and knocked unconscious.

Leo had been trying to rationalize with himself about what he was doing there. He shouldn’t be following you, keeping tabs on you in case something happened. Then something did and there was no hesitation on his part.

Calling into the shadows, you hoped it was him. “Leo? Was that you?”

He’d hesitated, like really paused and wondered if he should show himself. The pull you had was just too strong and he couldn’t disappear. “It’s me.”

Your expression showed something akin to relief. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

There was a slow confession on his part and an accompanying apologetic look on his heavily shadowed face. “I… couldn’t stay away.”

Your reply is automatic. “I didn’t want you to.”

From that moment on, nothing could keep him away. You’d quickly learned that although he was a tough nut to crack, he was passionate, and kind, fiercely loyal while quietly shouldering all of the responsibilities of his family. It broke your heart to see him so reluctant to show his feelings. Like it had been drilled into him that he’d needed to be this stoic, unmoving pillar. It was all you could do to not gather this huge mutant turtle into your arms and comfort him. He was carrying so much and felt he was unworthy of basic human contact. Even a simple hug was something you’d had to work up to doing with him. It had taken a lot of convincing on your part for him to relax and receive the affection that was being given.

Slowly, cautiously, Leo was allowing himself to grow feelings for you. Finally, he was doing something for himself, putting aside the needs of his family for once. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, when had he fallen in love with you? Was it your gentle touches? Your words of encouragement? The fact you actually listened to him, assuring him that you understood the amount of pressure he'd been under and how it was okay to let go of some of it.

He did want to, he wanted to find peace, and he’d found it in your arms.

The End

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starhvney · 11 months ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: he's lost too many people he's loved, he can't lose you too

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: diaries!laurance, hurt/comfort, laurance and reader aren't explicitly said to have a relationship or feelings for each other but it's implied, reader and laurance are travelling for a mission together

𝐂𝐖: nightmare, descriptions of blood but no specific description of injuries or violence, mentions of character death

𝐀/𝐍: why is it so hard to write endings >:( anyways kind of short drabble but i needed to get this idea out

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

before he could ever see anything, he could smell it.

that familiar metallic scent of blood soaking into the ground. he smelled it when joh was shot right under his nose. he smelled it when he was in the nether and the scent of his own blood was his only reminder that he was still alive. when he was barely conscious but felt the life of ungrth draining next to him, that same sickening smell invaded all of his senses.

it can’t be happening again. his chest fills uncomfortably with panic, his rib cage feeling like it could break at the seams and burst through his skin. not again.

one second you were right in front of him, that sweet smile on your lips and that certain sparkle in your eyes that you seemed to reserve just for him. he must have blinked, or turned for only a slight second, but that was enough for you to slip from his fingers and out of his sight.

for a moment he froze. the sight of blood trailing into the dark forest ahead replacing the warm image he had of you just a moment ago. it’s deafeningly silent, before a scream echoes ahead. your scream. his feet carried him forward before he even realized he was moving. wind rushed past his ears and twigs snapped under his feet, your name frantically falling from his lips. he usually ran faster than this. why couldn’t he run any faster?

and the smell. it nearly staggers him to a halt as it hits him like a tidal wave.

he finds you, sprawled in an uncomfortable heap on the forest ground. your chest heaves unevenly, every gasp of air was followed by a pained whimper. and your blood. it was everywhere. smeared across your skin. seeping into the moss below you. there was so much he couldn’t even tell where it was coming from.

he drops to his knees next to you, lifting you up to hold you in his arms. he moves your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing it like it would put more life into the paled, blood-drained color.

“come on. don’t do this to me.” he says through clenched teeth, hoping for some sort of response but getting none.

not you. not you. not you.

he repeats your name, his voice strangled and desperate. he feels your blood staining into his clothes, that metallic scent seeping into his skin.

he lightly shakes you as he’s once again met with silence. complete silence. your chest doesn’t heave for air, and your body now lays completely limp in his arms.

it feels like suddenly his own blood has been drained, all feeling in his limbs numb as he cradles your body to his chest as you go cold.

no, no, no.

“laurance…? …up…”

no. no. no.

“…wake up. laurance, wake up!”

he shoots up from his bedroll in a panic, barely giving you enough time to move back as he nearly bashes his head into yours. his panicked breaths fill your shared tent as you contemplate reaching out to him.

“woah, woah. it’s okay,” you try to reassure him, leaning over to catch his gaze.

frantic eyes meet yours, and before anything could be said, you’re yanked forward into an almost crushing hug. laurance’s hands grip on to you like you could disappear at any moment. fingers thread through your hair as he holds the back of your head, tucking you into the crook of his neck as his other arm wraps around your waist.

“you were having a nightmare… it’s okay.” you whisper to him, voice slightly unsteady.

you’d never seen him so shaken. not since he thought hayden died, or ungrth sacrificed himself. even then, he managed to keep some sort of composure. now, his muscles tremble and tense weakly, the adrenaline from his dream dissipating and wearing him down.

“…laur-“

“just. stay here. for a moment.” his voice hoarsely strains out.

you go quiet, hugging him back. a few minutes pass like this. with your chest pressed against his, you feel his rapid heartbeat eventually slow to a less panicked pace. he regains some control of his breathing, each breath in your ear shaky and stuttered.

“what did you dream about?” you ask tentatively.

he doesn’t respond at first, but you feel his breathing and hesitate pick up for a moment.

“stay with me.” his voice is muffled in your hair.

“…what?”

“don’t leave my side. don’t go out of my sight for the rest of the journey.”

“we’re only two days away from phoenix drop, i’ll be-“

his arms tighten around you, squeezing some of the air out of your lungs. you try to squirm to get a better look at his face, but you can’t budge even an inch.

“…okay.” you agree, hoping to calm whatever anxiety had been caused by his dream.

“promise.”

“i promise.”

his grip slowly relaxes again, but he still doesn’t let go. instead, he leans back into his bed roll, taking you down with him. you make a small noise of surprise as he does, grasping into his linen shirt to steady yourself as you practically lay on top of him.

“…do you want to stay like this till morning?” you ask hesitantly, moving your head to finally get a look at his face.

there’s a light sheen of cold sweat across his face, his eyes shut tight as he seemingly tried to focus on his breathing. slowly, he nods, exhaustedly extending his arm out to grab the blanket from your bed roll. he yanks it over you, respectably keeping contact with you while using your blankets as a barrier.

“try to go back to sleep and get some rest.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and shifting up to tuck your chin over his head. laurance releases a shaky breath, steadying himself as he relaxes further into you. soon you hear nothing but the crickets outside of the tent and his deepened breaths.

“i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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itsrheasgirl · 1 year ago

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WILL YOU LOVE ME TOMORROW?

Chapter 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2235

SUMMARY: THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ISN’T ALL RHEA LOSES WHEN SHE’S FORCED TO TURN ON HER TAG TEAM PARTNER AND LONG TERM GIRLFRIEND IN ORDER TO GET A PUSH IN HER CAREER, BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF ALL IS LOST.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: N/A FOR THIS PART.

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The WWE and how its writers worked had never seemed to faze Rhea. She’d become so used to them throwing curveballs in her career that when Triple H pulled the two of you into his office after an average Monday Night Raw, she knew something was coming. It had been two weeks since the announcement had been made public that she would fight alongside you for a shot at the women’s tag team championship and you couldn’t be more excited if you tried, but Rhea, she knew it all seemed too easy. She hadn’t faced a title match recently without some sort of trouble to follow. They were pushing her career and she knew that, but she wished they would cut her some slack.

“So… we’ve got the breakdown for next weeks match and I just wanted to run it past you both in person.”

Immediately Rhea knew something was off. When it came down to the game plan, it always came via email, the full break down from beginning to end. Interviews and all.

Placing her palm down onto your thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze, she turned her sapphire gaze in your direction as a quizzical expression captured her features. You could feel the tremor that vibrated her palm as it lay against your exposed skin, your own fingers winding with hers to keep her hand steady.

It had only been a few months since you and Rhea had made your relationship public— even though you’d been in an off screen relationship for almost a year, but it had been welcomed with open arms by your fellow co-workers and the general public weren’t exactly mad about it either.

Inhaling a shallow breath, Rhea pulled her focus from you and turned back to face Triple H head on as he leant back in his chair, chewing nervously at her lower lip.

“Rhea you have to remember I don’t make the rules, this wasn’t my plan for you and I don’t want to hurt you— Either of you.”

Rhea’s palms began to sweat as the words sunk into her already panicked thoughts, mixing with the confusion that was washing over her about the whole situation. Triple H’s deep hues flicking away from his lock on her and over to you as he spoke. Your grasp around Rhea’s hand tightened slightly as you contemplated what had been said. He didn’t want to hurt you. What did that even mean?

“I tried my best to change this, I need you both to understand that but it was already approved, I was too late.”

Rhea’s heart began to pound in her chest, her panic only getting worse with each word that left Triple H’s lips. What could they possibly have planned that would shake up such a strong man to the point he had to apologize?

“Just spit it out, Paul!”

Rhea snapped, as she released your hand and slammed both her palms down hard against the desk before her. The loud bang echoing in your ears and causing a small gasp to bubble in your throat, you grasped gently at her shoulder and graze your thumb slowly along her soft skin.

“It can’t be that bad, baby.”

Your gaze was locked on Rhea as you continued to trace small circles against her shoulder blades, but hers was fixated on Triple H. He still hadn’t told you the breakdown and it was starting to itch at her brain, like a tic burrowing into her conscious.

“Then why are we here? Why wasn’t this sent out just like every other week? If it’s not that bad then why is he acting like this?”

Rhea’s jaw was clenched, the veins in her temples flaring and her fingertips turning white as she gripped at the edge of the desk. Each passing seconds causing more and more tension between the two individuals as you tried your best to keep Rhea calm.

Triple H inhaled a staggered breath as he joined his palms and placed them down against his desk, glancing at you swiftly before shifting his gaze down to his hand.

“You lose.”

Rhea’s features don’t even shift as she scoffs to his response, her eyes rolling in annoyance as she fights back a sarcastic laugh. Triple H wouldn’t have called the two of you into his office for a simple loss, you’d both experienced loses in your career and not once had they made such a big deal out of it.

“And that helps my push how, Paul? Because if I remember correctly the last time you had me were in here you were telling me I was a superstar and about to get the headlines I deserved.”

She couldn’t take much more of this, it was all too cryptic and if she didn’t get answers from Triple H soon then she’d go get them from someone she knew wouldn’t make her wait.

“They’re breaking you up Re, they want you to turn on Y/N after the match. That’s it, okay. Team’s over. I tried to fight for you, both of you. I told them this wasn’t fair but the decision is made and the betrayal is already in motion.”

Rhea’s heart sank in her chest as she bolted upright to a standing position, her chair flying backwards and almost toppling over as she once more slammed the flat of her palms down against Triple H’s desk.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

You could see the sudden shock claim Triple H’s features as he witnesses Rhea’s outrage, his lips parting slightly in search of what to say next. Not like he really had the time to respond as Rhea shoved at his desk to drive it back towards him, her nostrils flaring as she once more raised her voice.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend Paul, what sick son of a bitch would write this. What kind of a story arch is it to destroy an actual fucking couple?”

You couldn’t believe the rage that was starting to burn behind Rhea’s eyes, her sparkling sapphire blues casted in a shade of black as she began to pace back and forth across the room, your gaze flitting between her and Triple H as he simply watched her without a word.

“You know what, no.”

Rhea stopped in her tracks and snapped her piercing gaze down to Triple H as he went to speak, her tone filled with so much upset and heartbreak.

“Change it, or I don’t fight!”

Rhea didn’t even give him time to reply before her swift strides had her moving in the direction of the door, swinging it open to have the block of wood collide with the wall behind it as she disappeared into the hallway.

It took a few moments for words to be exchanged once more, Triple H’s expression cloaked with disappointment as he turned his attention towards you. He could tell you were hurting too— even though you were hiding it well, exhaling a shallow breath before he addressed you head on.

“I’m sorry.”

Was all he was able to spit out as his broad palms rubbed over his face, words trapped in his throat as he process the best way to continue going.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off the door in which Rhea had left so abruptly, secretly hoping she’d come back and talk this out. You knew all about the push WWE had planned for her— you’d talked about it in length over a bottle of wine the night she’d found out, but you didn’t expect they would be separating you so soon. You were thrilled that Rhea was finally getting the shot she’d worked so hard for, but in turn it left you in the dust. Thrown aside like a used Kleenex.

Finally giving up on the idea of Rhea’s return, you shift your focus back to your management as he still sat face in palms at his desk. Maybe you’d have to be the one to talk with Rhea and bring her round to the idea, you wanted her to thrive— to be the superstar you knew she truly was and if that meant losing her, then so be it.

“What’s the rest of the plan, Paul?”

You questioned. Your tone was calm and almost consoling as your fingers wrapped around Triple H’s palm and pulled it down from his face, holding onto his callus fingers as you searched his gaze for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her. I can fix this, just tell me what she needs to know and I’ll make her listen.”

Maybe the words coming from you wouldn’t sting as hard and things would be able to play out the way the WWE intended, Rhea always listened to you when it came down to the importance of her career and if losing her meant she would become the strongest contender in the women’s roster, then that’s what would have to happen.

Triple H had yet to speak and you were beginning to worry, maybe this betrayal was worse than you thought. Giving his palm one more gentle squeeze, you release your hold and placed your palms flat against his.

“I can take it, Paul. Just tell me what she needs to know. Please.”

With a long exhale, Triple H finally lifted his gaze to meet your questioning ones. His lips curving into a warm smile as he leant back in his chair and placed his palms on the back of his neck.

“Edge wants her. The game plan is that she’s eventually going to be the newest addition to The Judgement Day.”

Your heart tightened in your chest, your palm slowly sliding off the table to fall into your lap and you swallowed back the saliva that had pooled on your tongue. The Judgement Day, that’s what they had planned for Rhea? They were taking her away from you to put her with Edge?

Sure you had problems with Edge and Beth, both of them causing past issues for your career and leaving you almost ready to call it quits all together, but that’s where you are Rhea differed. She was strong. She could take a beating and keep going, nothing slowing her down. She didn’t need you to protect her, she could handle herself and this situation would be no different.

Chewing at the inside of your cheek and fighting back the desire to blow up in Triple H’s face, you force your lips into a faux smile. You didn’t want to be the reason Rhea’s career took a hit, even if the idea of Edge getting his hands on your girl tore at your heart. The Judgement Day could take Rhea places you couldn’t and as much as it hurt you, her career would always come first.

“When?”

Was all you could ask in a calm tone, worried that if you said much more your anger would become evident and you didn’t want Triple H to feel worse about the news he was giving you.

“Three weeks.”

Your mind went blank, you couldn’t breathe, the world around you felt like it was beginning to spin and all you could focus on was Rhea’s happiness. You had to— because if even for a second you let that focus slip, you’d lose her completely. You had to let your issues with Edge be just that, your issues and you had to support your girlfriend if you planned to keep her.

You wanted to say more. Triple H didn’t deserve to be belittled anymore than Rhea’s reaction already had done, but you couldn’t think of what was best. You could thank him for trying to stop the break up of your tag team, for supporting Rhea and helping her get the attention and success she deserved or you could just get up and leave. You’d already told Triple H you would let Rhea know the plan and now you knew it, there was no need for you to be there anymore.

Swallowing back more saliva that collected on your tongue, you rose from your seat and moved round to stand at Triple H’s side, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

The room fell silent for a few more moments as you both delved into a deep contemplation, neither of you opening your mouth to speak first. There was a lot more to this situation that you wanted answers about, but you needed to get back to Rhea. You hoped she’d gone back to the hotel, but there was no knowing where she was until you went looking.

Placing your palm down onto Triple H’s shoulder, you gave it a gentle squeeze. He always looked out for Rhea and when the two of you had gone public about your relationship, he had been the most supportive out of the entire faction. He’d done all he could do and you were thankful for that, but now it was your job to convince Rhea she had to do this. For her future.

Crossing the room with swift strides, you turned back to face Triple H with a warm smile. He’d been put through a ringer of emotions and you didn’t want him thinking he’d caused damage that couldn’t be fixed. Exhaling a shallow sigh, you pulled your palm through long curls before knotting it up on the top of your head.

“Thanks for trying to save us, Paul.”

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sinadukek · 3 months ago

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Title: The Night We Survived - Part 2

Characters: Jonathan Shaw x Reader

Summary: With Art the Clown now inside the house, you and Jonathan are forced into a deadly game of hide and seek. Every corner holds a new terror, but your growing connection with Jonathan gives you both a reason to keep fighting.

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The pounding on the door grew louder, echoing through the dark house, each thud sending a jolt of terror straight to your heart. You clutched Jonathan’s hand tightly, your eyes meeting his in the dim glow of your phone flashlight. Neither of you spoke; there was nothing to say, only a silent understanding that you were in this together.

Suddenly, the door splintered, and you heard the unmistakable sound of it crashing open. Art was inside.

“We need to hide,” Jonathan whispered urgently, pulling you to your feet. He led you down the hallway and into the small coat closet near the stairs. You both squeezed inside, holding your breath as you listened to the slow, deliberate footsteps echoing through the house.

Art’s footsteps were unnervingly calm, as if he had all the time in the world to find you. Every few steps, you’d hear a faint, mocking giggle—a sound that sent chills crawling up your spine.

Jonathan’s hand was trembling in yours, but he held on tightly, his thumb brushing reassuringly over your knuckles. You looked up at him, your faces so close in the cramped space that you could feel his breath, shallow and quick against your cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. “If I hadn’t ignored the signs… if I’d told you sooner, maybe we wouldn’t—”

“Stop,” you cut him off, placing a hand on his cheek to bring him back to the present. “We’re going to get through this, okay? Together. Don’t go blaming yourself.”

He nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at you, gratitude and something deeper in his eyes. Before he could say anything more, the footsteps drew closer, stopping just outside the closet door.

You both froze, your breaths caught in your throats. Through the narrow crack between the door and the wall, you could see Art’s shadow cast on the floor. He stood there, completely still, as if listening for any sound that might give you away. You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to keep your breathing silent, every instinct in your body screaming to run.

Jonathan’s hand tightened around yours, grounding you as you both waited in terrified silence.

After a few agonizing moments, the shadow shifted, and Art moved away, his footsteps fading into the distance. You let out a shaky breath, relief washing over you.

“We need to get to the back door,” Jonathan whispered. “If we’re quiet, we might be able to make it out.”

You nodded, slipping out of the closet as quietly as possible, Jonathan close behind. The house was eerily silent, each creak of the floorboards sounding deafening in the quiet. You both crept down the hallway, your fingers still intertwined, finding a strange comfort in each other’s presence despite the terror around you.

As you reached the kitchen, you froze. Art was there, his back turned to you as he examined a kitchen knife, running a gloved finger along the blade with unsettling curiosity. Jonathan held up a finger to his lips, signaling for you to stay silent as you both edged backward, inching toward the doorway to escape unseen.

But then, the floorboard beneath you creaked.

Art’s head snapped around, his twisted grin widening as his eyes locked onto yours. Jonathan’s grip tightened on your hand, and without thinking, you both bolted, sprinting out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

“He’s right behind us!” Jonathan gasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat thundering in your ears.

You ran faster, your breaths coming in panicked gasps as Art’s footsteps grew louder, relentless, chasing you down like a predator hunting prey. You could feel his gaze on your back, that sickening laugh echoing through the house as he closed in.

“Upstairs!” you shouted, pulling Jonathan toward the staircase. You both scrambled up the steps, your legs burning as you pushed yourself forward. At the top, you ducked into his bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

For a moment, there was silence.

You and Jonathan leaned against the door, breathing heavily, staring at each other with wide, terrified eyes. The adrenaline was overwhelming, your mind racing as you struggled to think of a way out.

Jonathan moved closer, his expression serious. “We’re not going to survive this if we don’t stay calm. He’s toying with us, trying to make us panic.”

You nodded, feeling a surge of courage just from being near him. “Right. We stay smart. We’ll find a way out.”

He glanced around the room, then grabbed his phone, switching it to flashlight mode. “There’s a window over the porch roof. We might be able to climb down and get to the street.”

But before he could finish, a loud bang rattled the door, followed by another sickening giggle from the other side.

Art was right outside.

Jonathan looked at you, his face pale but determined. He held out his hand. “Come on.”

Without hesitation, you took his hand, squeezing it tightly as he led you to the window. You fumbled with the lock, your hands shaking, but managed to push it open. Cold night air rushed in as you climbed out onto the narrow ledge over the porch, Jonathan following close behind.

You both balanced on the edge, looking down at the ground below. It wasn’t a long drop, but in your current state, it felt like miles.

“Jump on three,” Jonathan whispered, his hand still holding yours. “One… two…”

But before he could say “three,” Art’s face appeared in the window, his twisted grin lit by the moonlight. You froze in horror, staring at him as he reached out, fingers clawing at the air between you.

“Three!” Jonathan shouted, and the two of you jumped, hitting the ground hard but managing to stay on your feet.

You didn’t look back. You ran, Jonathan’s hand gripping yours tightly as you sprinted down the street, putting as much distance as you could between you and the house. The sound of Art’s laughter faded behind you, but it lingered in your mind, haunting you with every step.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you reached a nearby alley, ducking inside and collapsing against the wall. Both of you were gasping for air, hearts pounding as you clung to each other in the darkness.

Jonathan pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you as if to shield you from the world. “We made it,” he whispered, his voice raw with relief and exhaustion. “We’re safe… at least for now.”

You buried your face in his shoulder, your own relief mingling with a flood of emotions as you clung to him. “I thought… I thought we weren’t going to make it.”

He pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a soft, almost vulnerable expression. “I don’t think I could’ve done this without you, (Y/N). You kept me going. You… you’re the reason I didn’t give up.”

Your breath caught as you looked up at him, the weight of everything you’d been through bringing you closer than ever. In that moment, with the danger behind you and only each other to hold onto, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a desperate, grateful kiss.

For a moment, everything else melted away. The fear, the danger, Art—all of it vanished as you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace, in the feeling of his arms around you, grounding you.

When you finally pulled back, he smiled at you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “We’re going to survive this. Together.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with determination. “Together.”

But even as you held each other, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this nightmare wasn’t over—that somewhere, out there in the shadows, Art was still watching, waiting.

#terrifer 2 #terrifer x reader #terrifier #jonathan shaw x reader #jonathan shaw

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beast-towers · 1 year ago

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As a large group appeared out from the corner, all time slowed down for Thomas. He was panicking, yes… but at the same time he felt something deep within him, a new type of… Energy?

“You got this kiddo. Just trust your gut and show them why we stay Rockin!” A kind and excited voice echoed, causing Thomas to gasp out in shock. No, this couldn’t be! No way he heard someone from the beyond!

Thomas looked forward ahead to see the mob of developing advocates approaching. “THOMAS!! MOVE!!” Screamed out Eleanor, causing Thomas to snap out of it, and swung his pick to his guitar, creating a musically wave as it threw back the advocates. Causing a blockage for the others who are scrambling to get through.

Thomas collapsed to the ground while having his eyes shut, he felt what he did, but he didn’t know what he did. Feeling hands grabbing him and pulled him to the other side. Finally hearing the emergency doors slam shut. Creating silence…

“Bro! Wake up! Tom! C’mon bro! Snap out of it!” Tobias cried out, heavily worried that whatever just happened it knocked out his brother-

With a gasp, Thomas coughed and took in a lot of air. He held his breath in out of fear he just got grabbed and was ready to hear Ellie and Toby scream, but no… he opened his eyes to see they were here, he was here. “What happened?…”

“Bro… What the hell was that?! That was so cool! Did you made a deal with whatever musical god or something?! Wait! Can I do that too?!” Tobias was very excited, but he was very relieved to see his brother is okay. Now he is full of questions on what transpired and wondered if he could do the very same thing.

“We nearly got captured by a mod of brainwashed people, and you’re worried about weather or not you also have… what ever THAT was?!” Eleanor hissed in anger, instantly causing Toby to stop and look down.

“Hey, c’mon, let him have his own fun. Yeah we just got out, but that was pretty cool… I thought I heard dad during all of that. Guiding me through it. Toby, try to think of your drum set. Your BEST one.” Thomas spoke with a goofy but supportive smile, now as the two watched the drummer to cast out his layout. Sure enough… a silver set of floating drums appeared, the set almost represents a electric drum set.

“YOOOOO?! How are we even doing this?! Like-!” Tobias played his new energetic set as sound echoed through the halls. “WOW!! We don’t need weapons, we ARE the weapons!!” He chuckled.

Both Eleanor and Thomas stood up as the looked at the door. Hearing muffled laughter and banging. “Yeah…uhh… let’s talk about all of that later. Let’s move.” Thomas ordered, like him Eleanor, Ein, and Tobias didn’t want to stick around ether running away from the metal doors as they see an exit above said:

“Now Exiting the Inoculator Section. Have a Smiling Day!”

It said, but both of the brothers had an idea… seeing leftover spray paint cans as they began to creat graffiti. Now writing:

“Now Exiting the Insane Section. Have a Smelly Day.”

“Boys!” Eleanor hissed out in annoyance, now dragging the twin brothers by their ears as they finally exited out of Section… little did they know, a security camera was watching them as a shadowy female figure looked at the screen.

“Play that again when they played their instruments.” She requested, as the video played back she was able to spot something. “Pause that there, I see something.” She spoke, and as the video was paused a silhouette of a Jaguar appeared by the boys’ side. “My, this is very interesting.~ It appears they’ve unlocked their true Joy within our Ministry? Is this their True Passion? Hmmm…” She pondered. Studying the videos and images more, only leaving with more questions, until she noticed something from Tobias. “Check that one please.”

“He is around 2% of Marmalisation, ma’am.” A Scientist responded, making the woman raise her head high with pride.

“Good.~ Proceed in tracking them down.” She ordered as the woman turn over for departure. “I must attend to fix whatever damage was done by those trouble makers. Please share more information when I return.” She added, finally leaving to aid the mess and guide the Advocates back to their Marmalisation cells.

End of Chapter 1

#the smiler #the smiler alton towers #the smiler oc #ministry of joy #the ministry of joy #alton towers oc #smiling advocate #eternal echoes #enteral smiles

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skylarmoon71 · 2 years ago

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Eobard Thawne (Flash) Chapter 20

Safe to say, having dinner after that was a bit awkward.

Eobard was literally shameless.

Sitting at the table, you eat quietly.

Every bite Eli takes, you can see a grimace.

"Do you not like it?"

He shakes his head.

"I just can't help but wonder if you two were making out while you were preparing the food. Who knows what fluids are in here." You blush, and Eli stands with an awkward laugh.

"I'm gonna turn in early."

"O-Of course! Have a good night!" He speeds up to the guest room, and Eobard just continues with his meal.

"How can you be so casual?"

"We're all adults." He replies. You just sigh.

"He's still stuck here."

It was starting to worry you.

"We'll get him back to his own time. If anyone can do that it's me."

He's been a time anomaly from the moment he made Barry an enemy.

"Do you still hate him?" Eobard stops, glancing at you.

You aren't sure if you'll like the answer he has. You aren't even sure what possessed you to ask such a question.

"I do."

You swallow, looking down.

"I see. "

You should have expected as much. It's not like he was going to change years of hate in a matter of months.

"But lately...lately it doesn't feel as bad. " Your hopeful eyes look up.

"Lately there's a lot more that I want. "

It's a little naive to think his entire world revolves around you. But it seems that just a bit of his heart may not be completely lost.

That is what gives you hope.

You finish your meal with a more cheerful attitude. Eli has raced over to Star Labs to exchange theories with Barry and Cisco. You're making yourself busy around the apartment. However the quiet gets to you. When you walk up the stairs, Eobard is standing at the door of the guest room. Just staring.

"Is everything alright?"

His gaze drifts, and he looks you over.

"Did he leave?"

"Yeah. He just went to Star Labs. I guess he really likes his uncles." You joke.

Eobard is still silent. Now you're a little worried.

"Eobard."

"I'm not sure how to explain it, but something is wrong."

His words confuse you. You don't truly understand, not until you feel the wind at the back of your neck.

"MOM!!"

Eli's voice sounds panicked and you just barely turn before you see the suit.

It's yellow, but this one is different. Because the speedster in front of you could not be your Eobard.

"I won't let you ruin our plans."

The yellow figure states. Eli races to your side, the same time Eobard tries to do the same, but they are both too late. The hand that goes into your chest makes you gasp.

"(Y/N)!!"

Eobard's scream echoes in your ears, and just like that your body drops. Both men end up on the ground by your side. Eobard is cradling your face, and Eli is sobbing.

"H-How is this possible? D-Dad why did you hurt her!!"

Eobard shakes his head.

"T-That wasn't me I-I..I would never.."

You cough, trying to steady your breathing, but it's hard.

"Eo..bard.."

"I'm here. I'm right here."

You wear a weak smile, looking up at him as you stroke his cheek.

"You're different now...better.. " You look so weak, and he feels as though his heart is being ripped out of his chest.

He doesn't say a word, just takes off running with you in tow.. Eli is right behind him. His feet skid when he makes it to Star Labs.

"HELP HER!!"

The urgency of Eobard's voice startled them all. It doesn't even look like you're breathing. Eobard places you on the bed, and Caitling is racing around the room to assist. Eli is standing at the side, just barely keeping it together.

"What happened?" Barry needs to know. Eli's gaze moves to Eobard whose eyes are firmly planted on your form. Eli doesn't have it in him to say what he saw. Because he'd watch his father, at least some version of him drive a vibrating hand through your chest.

"I did this."

Eobard confesses.

Now they are uneasy.

"A replica of me came back. Whatever happens in the future, it must be linked to you Barry. To stop that from happening, I took away any chances of me straying from my original task of destroying your life." There is anger in his voice.

When they hear the sound of the heart monitor, Eobard moves closer.

"Come on, wake up. Wake up."

The beats seem to get slower, and despite Caitlin's best attempt, when they hear the flatline of the heart monitor, all action seems to stop. Eli lets out a breath. Barry and Cisco look on in disbelief. Caitlin's hands are shaking slightly. The syringe in her hand drops.

"She's gone.."

Iris mutters.

Eli takes a staggered step back.

"You did this..." His accusing eyes turn to Eobard.

Barry becomes weary when he sees the sparks begin to bounce of Eli's body.

"All of this is your fault. I just wanted to make you proud. To be a hero like my dad, but you're nothing but a monster. A villain. She trusted you. She loved you and you killed her...YOU KILLED HER!!" Eli fires off in Eobard's direction, and he grunts when he's struck in the stomach. His body hits the wall. They all jolt back, and Barry tries to intervene.

"DON'T INTERFERE!!"

The red glow in his eyes is one Barry has seen a million times. Eli swings a punch, knocking Barry right off his feet. His chilling gaze turns back to Eobard who is picking himself off the ground.

The next attack is struck in his face, and Eobard doesn't fight back. Blood splatters on the wall, but Eli doesn't stop. His blows are vicious. Filled with all the hate and pain that he's felt since the day he was born.

"You have to stop!!" Barry calls. This time, he may need a different strategy. He grabs a pair of meta cuffs and nods to Cisco.

Vibing a breech, Eobard's body drops into the portal. Eli looks stunned. While he's distracted, Barry makes quick work at cuffing him. When his speed is no longer going, his body seems a bit unsteady, and he falls to his knees. Cisco reopens the breech, and Eobard runs out. Stopping right next to Eli.

The younger man's eyes lift, guilt and pain are all that they see. That changes to anger.

"I hate you."

If words could kill, that would have been the dagger to Eobard's heart.

Eli's head lowers, and they all watch in fear as his body begins to phase out.

"No.." Barry sounds devastated.

Because now they realize what's happening. Eli is being erased.

In a matter of seconds, Eli's body is gone.

When they look over, so is yours.

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thesoftestpunk · 2 years ago

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Outside, up all night

Summary: You knew it was dumb to be at a party of a guy you knew didn’t like you but everyone else at school was going. You bump into Eddie and lovely chaos ensues.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!Reader

Word count: 3378

A/N: There’s brief descriptions of reader as bullies say her nose is too big and tits are too small but bullies suck and honestly we all see ourselves so different so it can be read as insecurity.

Warnings: bullying, emetophobia! Reader throws up and there’s a convo about it, smoking, drugs, and just lots of fluff and tension.

You knew it was dumb to be at a party of a guy you knew didn’t like you but everyone else at school was going. Your best friend had reiterated it every chance she got until you agreed. Neither of you were the party type, but it was senior year, so fuck it.

And it’s not like it’s his fault for talking kind of shit about you while you unknowingly listened. Like, sure, you can’t help but agree that your nose might be a little big and your tits are a little small, so was he really saying anything wrong? But when he said he’d still fuck you despite these less than desirable qualities, bile rose and you felt the need to just run. You make it as far as the pool in the backyard where most everyone is swimming in their own underwear. Fuck it, you think as you strip out of your jumpsuit. You had forgone your bra and matched it with a white top underneath, but you don’t think about it as you jump in. It calms you as you’re forced to not breathe and just be able to think.. It’s quiet other than the occasional muffled shout.

You push yourself further down, watching everyone’s legs. Some tangle together, and others kick each other apart. It’s serene under the water, watching the light bounce off all the walls and bodies. There’s the slight burn of chlorine in your eyes as you take in every blurry limb. The water crashing as someone jumps in echoes in your ears and you watch as they quickly swim back up. Your lungs begin to burn as you just begin to graze the bottom of the pool.

Coming up at the last possible second, you press your back against the cool tile, trying to catch your breath. You’re still nauseous as you watch your classmates having fun. This isn’t fun. Instead, you pull yourself out where you’re at, hoping to find your clothes easily. They lay exactly where you left them, but two people stand over them unintentionally. One you recognize right away despite not seeing his face clearly. The Indiana humidity makes the frizz of his hair almost twice as big, but you only knew one person in your entire school, hell probably the entire county, with hair like that. The sound of your tiny gasps grabs his attention, turning his head quickly, his doe eyed expression illuminated by the lights from the pool. Just as his eyes fall to your chest, that you don’t even realize is incredibly visible at the moment, yours lands directly to the baggie of weed in his hand littered with rings. A crumpled wad of cash is held out to him by a fellow classmate you're too embarrassed to look in the eye.

“You okay?” Eddie notices how panicked you seem. “You look a little… green.”

“I’m—“ you have to swallow the bile that threatens to rise again, but you don't have much success this time. At least you’re able to avoid throwing up on him and the other guy who takes several dramatic steps back.

“Shit.” Eddie mutters as you gag on nothing. It was a pathetic spittle of a puke when the only thing in your stomach was three sips of shitty beer.

“I’m fine,” you hold a hand out to keep him back in case there’s more.

“Okay, come on.” Eddie takes off his jacket -his fucking leather jacket- and wraps it around your shoulders since you’re too wet from the pool to get your jumpsuit back on. Before you can argue, he’s guiding you through the house, up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. “If you need to puke again, the bathroom is right here,” he points to a door within the bedroom which he enters before emerging with a towel.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not drunk,” you say. He leaves you a shivering mess in the middle of the spacious room as he digs around in one of the dressers. “What are you doing? This isn’t…”

“I doubt Jason Carver is going to miss a couple items of clothing.” Walking back over to you, he hands you a fresh t-shirt and a pair of boxers. “I can grab you some water while you change.”

“Seriously,” you drape the towel over your trembling shoulders. “I’m not drunk. I only had half of some disgusting beer.”

“I can get you something better if you’d like?”

“I’d rather not.” Your face burns at the thought of embarrassing yourself even more in front of him.

“I’ll be back y/n. Lock the door behind you and I’ll do a really weird knock to let you know it’s me.”

Watching him leave, you wonder how he knew your name. Honestly, you didn’t think you were on anyone’s radar at school. That’s why you threw up. It freaked you out that popular kids were talking about you behind your back. Especially in the way that Jason had. Shaking that from your head, you change quickly. It doesn’t matter that the door is locked. You feel like you’re being watched no matter how impossible that would be here. The tshirt Eddie stole smells like a stereotypical boy. Unlike the deep musky scent you caught from the leather jacket. You decide to skip the underwear, feeling weird about the owner being Jason.

Just as he promised, he knocks in the most ridiculous rhythm just as you’re zipping your jumpsuit back up. It makes you laugh but you hide it when you open the door. You don’t want him thinking you liked him or anything.

“So, riddle me this,” he says as he hands you the cup of water in exchange for the wet clothes. Somehow he managed to find a trash bag to put them in. “If you’re not drunk, why’d you puke?”

“It’s… a long stupid story.” You look away, feeling stupid about how you reacted.

Eddie sits on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you to join. It’s weird how he looks less intimidating without the leather and a smile. Sighing heavily, you take the opportunity and sit next to him.

“It involves Jason actually,” you explain bitterly before continuing. “I guess I should start with the fact that my friend swore to me that he had a crush on me, but he was kissing someone else. That’s not really the point. I knew he didn’t and I’m not into bimbos like him.”

He looks amused by the fact that you called Jason a bimbo.

“I just freaked because he and his friends were talking about me without knowing I was listening. I’m not even sure how they got on the topic but I heard my name and stayed. One of the girls mentioned my nose was too big and another guy said something about how my tits are too small. Jason said… despite all of these not so appealing qualities, he’d still be down to fuck me.”

“Okay…” Eddie looks away, eyes darting around as he processes the information before landing back on you. “So that’s why you got sick?”

“I- I have this anxiety thing. It just didn’t occur to me before that people actually talked about me I guess? Especially like that. It’s not just Jason’s fault, you know.” You had noticed his clenched jaw even if he was trying to be subtle about it. “It’s his friends too.”

“He still said it.”

“Seriously, dude, it’s nothing. I don’t care about a word that comes out of his mouth. I just had a small attack is all. Sometimes I puke. Sometimes I don’t.”

Eddie nods slowly, trying to act cool about it. What could he even do? It wasn’t like he was capable of fighting the stupid jock.

“Well,” he pulls out a rolled joint from within his pockets, a wicked smile on his face. “I’ve got just the perfect cure.”

“Eddie.” You laugh incredulously, but it comes off more as shock.

“What? Never smoked a little weed?”

“Of course but-“ you ignore the surprise on his face, twisting your hands together nervously before continuing. “Jason had two rules. Don’t break anything and don’t smoke inside.”

“Again, why do you care?” But he notices the way you chew on your bottom lip and your leg begins to shake. He understood your anxieties despite being such a loud, eccentric person, and he wasn’t going to just make you feel worse. “How about this? We go out to my van and smoke there?”

“Why? So you can have your way with me once I’m too intoxicated?” You can’t help but tease. Underneath that tough looking exterior, you knew Eddie had a soft side. It was clear the moment he covered you up and helped take care of you.

“Look, we don’t have to. It’s- it’s your choice, sweetheart.” The deep blush covering his cheeks makes you feel guilty.

“I’m sorry. I was kidding. If you’re cool with it, I’d rather smoke in your van.”

Eddie holds open the bedroom door for you, but you still let him lead the way once you’re both out in the hallway. You follow behind closely, clutching the plastic bag in your hand nervously. A few sets of eyes follow the both of you, curious, but you keep your eyes on the floor to ignore them. Once you get downstairs and the crowd gets thicker, you see Eddie reach behind his back for you. When you hesitate too long, he turns around to make sure you’re still there.

“Don’t want you getting lost.”

His smile is comforting enough for you to reach out and have his hand envelope yours. He keeps you close, squeezing when students around get particularly rowdy and almost tear your hand away. Even when there’s only a straggler here and there outside, he keeps your hand in his until you’re in front of his van. He opens the passenger door for you before jogging around to the other side. It’s a little dirty, you notice as he’s trying to find his lighter, but nothing you hadn’t expected. It stinks of old weed, and you wonder how often he must hotbox in here before the click of his lighter grabs your attention.

He takes a painstakingly long hit, his cheeks hollowing before pulling the joint from his lips and out to you, and sucks in a sharp breath, holding it. His eyes never wander from yours, even when you bring up your nervously trembling hand to your lips. Slowly, he breathes out, some smoke escaping his nostrils as if he were a dragon. As if sensing your shyness of smoking in front of him, his eyes slip shut and his head falls back. You take a significantly smaller hit, afraid you’d become a coughing mess if you followed his lead. Quickly, the van fills with smoke as the two of you pass the joint back and forth. You find yourself loosening up, muscles no longer tense and laughing at Eddie’s attempts of smoke tricks.

“I thought you said you don’t do this much.” Eddie narrows his eyes when you make a perfect smoke ring. To which, you just shrug a shoulder and give a sly smile. Well, if you were going to play like that… “Ever shotgun before?”

The confusion on your face and tilt of your head is answer enough.

“Come closer,” he waves you forward and you comply without a second thought. He chuckles and gently grabs your chin. “Closer, sweetheart. I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

You would give him a gentle shove if it weren’t for his thumb parting your bottom lip from the top. As he takes in another slow drag, you wait patiently, enjoying the sight of his soft eyes up close.

“I breathe out,” he sucks in a breath, and his voice sounds warped from the burning smoke in his lungs. “You breathe in, got it?”

You can hardly even nod, afraid you’ll bump your lips into his. The warmth of the smoke lets you know to start breathing in. It tickles the back of your throat but you’re only focused on the fact that you’re a hair’s breadth away from kissing Eddie Munson. The flash of blue light from the corner of your vision stops you, and then you both hear the distant sirens.

“Shit!” Eddie hisses under his breath, and tosses what is essentially a roach at this point in an empty cup holder. He turns the engine quickly while you cough out the smoke.

“Wait!” You gasp between coughs, eyes watering at the burning in your throat. “My friend. She’s inside! We’ve got to—“

“It’s every man for himself at this point.” As he puts the van into drive, you hear distant screaming from the teenagers inside, bodies spilling out of the house at an alarming rate. The tires squeal as he slams on the gas, and swerves when a classmate nearly runs in front of them on the road. “If she’s as smart as you, she’ll run.”

Turning in your seat, you barely get to see the police skidding to a halt and running out of their vehicles after kids. You pray that your best friend doesn’t get caught.

“D’you think they saw us?”

“Even if they did, do you really think Hopper is gonna send more than two cars out?”

Well, he made a fair point. Still, it doesn’t stop your leg from shaking nervously, your thoughts probably going as fast as Eddie is driving. Despite the darkness, he takes notice of your nerves. If your heart wasn’t racing already, it surely would when he puts a hand on your knee.

“Let me take you home. Where do you live?”

“Just off Maple.” You find yourself playing with the class ring on his right hand and wonder what year is engraved on the side.

“Hanging in over there?”

“Yeah. I’ve just never had to run away from the cops before.” You laugh softly, the warm buzz still in your system. “You make it look easy.”

“You think I do this on a daily basis?” He pretends to be offended.

“Eddie, I think it’s your job.” You giggle. Yeah, you’re definitely still super high.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, fingers squeezing your knee playfully. “You’re hanging in just fine.”

There’s a long stretch of silence while Eddie drives, one hand on the wheel, the other still on your knee. You take it and hold it up to the moonlight, observing it at different angles. It would be hard for you to explain, even buzzed, but there was something beautiful about his hands when the moonlight caught them just right. The ring shines, distracting you and you slip it from his middle finger, fiddling with it in your own hands. Eddie almost doesn’t know what to do now that you seem bored of his hand that hovers awkwardly in the air. That is until you take notice and place it back over your knee, thinking nothing of it.

“You know,” his voice surprises you. “All that shit Carver and his douchebag friends said about you… it’s not true. And, you know, you deserve sex with a guy who finds you beautiful. Which you are.”

“Oh.” Your ears burn at the thought of that guy being him. It’s a thought you realize you don’t mind having. “Oh. Thank you. Um, you’re beautiful too.”

“Yeah,” he snorts. “And I’ve got a great rack.”

That makes you snort, a sound you thought was ugly, but his smile only grows bigger as you let out a string of laughter. You’re still letting out tiny giggles as he pulls onto your street, and you give him directions to your house. As he parks a couple houses down, you’ve calmed down, giving him a dopey smile when he puts the car in park.

“I have to be honest,” Eddie starts. “I knew of you. I mean, Cassie talks you up all the time to her other friends, and Robin talks about you too. I just didn’t think I’d ever be able to talk to you.”

“Aw, thought I was too cool for you?”

“No. Yes.” He says instead not wanting to sound rude. “No. I just didn’t wanna scare you is all. I knew you were shy.”

“You think you’re scary?” Your head tilts and he can see the sincerity in your eyes despite how dark it is. The only light comes from a street lamp behind himself, dimly illuminating half your face.

“Everyone does.” He fidgets with his rings, an obvious tell. “You don’t?”

“I mean,” you blow out a puff of air in thought. “I guess at first glance, yeah, but then when you’re in the lunchroom acting up with all your friends, you’re just this huge goofball. You love the bad attention so much that you’re a terrible public speaker when it comes to oral assignments. Plus, I heard Chrissy Cunningham say how you were such a gentleman during your deal.”

You realize your mistake when his lips curl into a grin, mischief in his eyes, and you curse how loose the weed made your lips. Of course you noticed Eddie fucking Munson. Who wouldn’t? But they all saw him as some freak, while you found his excitability captivatingly endearing. With being so not well known, it was easy to blend in and watch everyone around you, including him. Especially him.

“I, uhm,” you clear your throat awkwardly and your face burns furiously as you hide more in the shadows. “I just… observe is all.”

“Right…” he gives you a disbelieving look, but amusement dances in his eyes.

“I should probably go.” You point your thumb toward your house, quiet and unlit as everyone inside sleeps. But you hesitate. Like you’re waiting for something, but you aren’t sure what.

“Okay.” He just watches as you stare back at him, eyes copying his doe eyed ones. They soften once you realize, Eddie just might not make a move because what move is there to make? He probably hadn’t even intended to almost kiss you earlier, only teasing.

So you climb out of his van slowly, walking backwards a couple steps to realize he’s going to wait until you make it inside. You turn, shoulders falling in confusing disappointment, and you stop. Fuck it, you repeat the nights mantra as you turn back around and move to the drivers side window that he’s rolled down by the time you arrive.

“Forget something?” He asks in genuine confusion.

“Forgot to give you my number.” You decide, not sure if you’re bold enough to straight up kiss him. “Got a pen?”

This gets him into action, rummaging around the floor and compartments of his van, returning victoriously with a sharpie. You take it, and don’t even let him try to find something to write on before grabbing his hand, palm up, and writing your home number.

“Careful calling after six,” you give him a warm smile. “My dad would freak if he heard a boy calling.”

“What do I say, then?”

“The old school project partner trick always works.” You shrug a shoulder, having had a boyfriend or two do that in the past. Not that you had many of them. “I’d just really like to do this again.”

“Me too.” He smiles, genuine and sweet.

God. Fuck. It.

You step forward, leaning up against the van door as you push up on your tiptoes and kiss him. He’s surprised at first and it leaves your mouths misaligned but once he relaxes into it, you both readjust perfectly. Your stomach flutters at the softness of his lips and how he holds your head even softer. You pull away, certain you could stay all night if you don’t stop at this moment.

“So,” you smile sheepishly. “You’ll call?”

“Of fucking course, sweetheart.”

You honest to god giggle as you head back for your house, only looking over your shoulder once to see Eddie watching you carefully. He seems to soften when you throw another smile his way, finally heading inside. He stays a moment longer, long enough to see your bedroom light turn where you fall into bed, blissed out on one kiss.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #my writing.

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bigboysfalldeep · 2 years ago

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milking a bull

Officer Dawid and his partner were sent to a small alleyway to investigate strange sounds echoing through the street. A young woman called, with the neighborhood worried by the sudden disappearances of young men. The two police officers didn't find anything. No noises, no people, nothing suspicious at all.

The two of them walked through the darkness, their torches barely illuminating the alleyway. Dawid stopped, making a call to their headquarters and telling them what happened. His partner walked straight back to the car, unknowing what happened next. Around 15 feet apart, Dawid heard a noise coming from the shadows when he reached for his gun. It was too late, however.

Something grabbed him from behind—a strong arm around his neck, easily pulling him back into the alleyway. Dawid fought back and tried to scream or alert his partner somehow, but it was too late. He dropped the torch, trying his best to get his attacker off him, but it was no use. "Shh boy. No need to struggle."

A deep male voice echoed through the officer's mind, sending shivers down his spine. The man intensified his grip around his neck, making him gasp. Unable to breathe, his legs grew weak, and with one last effort, he reached for his gun again before he blacked out.

A few minutes later, he woke up. His eyesight was blurry, and he looked around. It seemed like the back of an ambulance. Blinking a few times, he tried to regain consciousness. "Wakey wakey." A voice spoke, and he remembered what just happened.

Dawid opened his mouth to say something when a huge gloved hand grabbed him easily, violently pulling his hand back. He was barely standing on his own two feet, with the bulk of a man holding him from behind. The smell of leather,sweat, and blood hung in the air, with everything around him covered in weird substances.

"Mhmmpf," Dawid protested weakly, looking back at his attacker. It was a massive man, wearing a leather uniform, a black ski mask, and a huge grin on his face. "So glad you're here, officer." He smirked, running his empty hand along Dawid's neck, stroking him lovingly, before firmly touching his chest through his uniform jacket.

Now panicking, Dawid regained his will to fight. But to his horror, his hands were cuffed behind his back, and his legs were taped together by his ankles. Shaking his head violently, he tried to get away somehow when he felt something or someone at his thighs. Barely able to look down, he spotted another man, similar-dressed but way thinner, down on his knees in front of him. "What do you say, Jack?" The big one said, gently pulling Dawid's head back once more. "Was he worth the hassle?"

With Dawid's eyes focused on the figure down on the floor, he screamed into the man's hand, but his voice was muffled by the thick leather glove. The two men laughed deeply. "Lets see." The smaller one grinned deviously, and his eyes met Dawids for the first time, sending waves of fear through every fiber of his body.

Jack started stroking the officer's thighs firmly again and again. With his whole body shaking, he fought so hard, and at first, it felt like he had a chance to get away, or at least call for help, but the big one wrapped an arm around his neck again, choking him heavily. "Enough, shithead." He shouted into his ear, and Dawid gasped for air again. "Pl..eaase." He mouthed breathlessly. The man released his grip for a second, and when Dawid's vision got less blurry, he flinched. Jack was standing right in front of him with a huge smirk on his lips. "Let's make it easier." He said it in an oily voice and wrapped so much tape around his head, covering Dawid's mouth and chin.

Dawid moaned angrily, "Mmmpphff," and shook his head again and again. But Jack just petted his cheek hard. Once, twice, maybe four times. "Good boy." Jack tilted his head. "Ben, would you?" He motions at Dawid, and the huge guy wraps the officer in a tight hug. "Mmmppfffhh," Dawid protested, but it was no use. Jack went down on his knees again; this time, however, he focused on the crotch. Shaking heavily, Dawid looked away, anywhere but down. He felt the man touching him through his uniform pants, stroking his cock, and fondling his balls. "Mmmpfh. Hmmmpfff." He tried to shake him off, but the massive Ben held him in place.

"Very nice. He's almost ready.' Jack looked up at his partner, still fondling the cops dick. "Shall we begin then?" Ben growled, and both of them suddenly moved around the small room. Dawid got pushed and pulled around, while the thinner man got a small table out of the corner of the room. On it, so many scary-looking tools, with Dawid unable to focus his thoughts on one particular thing.

Just then, Jack stepped in front of him again and grabbed his chin to force eye contact. "Youll love this, Im sure," he said, leaning into him to whisper into his ear. "I sure will."

"Hmmmmpff?" Dawid moaned and watched him drop down once again. Terrifed, he stood there, held in place by a giant monster, as another started to undress him. At first, he unzipped his jacket, running both of his hands across his chest, his nipples, his tits, and his stomach. "Hmpf!" Dawid screamed when Ben pulled him back. "Shut up." The officer started to beg without words, just with his eyes, a single tear escaping them.

Suddenly, his heavy gun belt dropped to the floor, and his pistol disappeared to the side. Then, his pants were unzipped, and he felt them drop down to his ankles, exposing his boxers. Shaking his head, begging for them to stop, he felt this awful touch on his dick again; his balls were fondled with it, making him hard. His underwear, drenched in sweat, was next in line to be removed. Exposing him fully. But then it stopped. For a second, it was over. Dawid looked down, his dick hardened by the foreplay. Unable to look away, he spotted Jack by the table, and when he turned around, it was even worse.

The man carried a huge device towards Dawid, whose eyes widened in shock. It was a huge, cylindrical flask mounted onto some sort of pump, with multiple little glass containers at the end. The officer tried to turn away once Jack moved to put his dick into this thing. That giant, though giggling quietly, held him there.

It was cold, so cold, when his sweaty dick entered that flask, causing Dawid to moan deeply, much to the amusement of his assailants. "Lets go." Ben groaned, and without further ado, that machine got turned on. Instantly, it started sucking at his cock heavily, and Dawid couldn't help but cry out in pain and pleasure. Then that thing sent out a low electric impulse. Causing the officer's body to tense tightly, all of his muscles—his biceps, thighs, abs, and nipples—grew so hard and so fast. It felt good, even though he was terrified about all of it. Dawidscock grew even harder, already leaking pre-cum, but that horrible machine had other plans.

It stimulated him perfectly, but not enough for him to cum yet. It was edging him on to grow harder, bigger, and larger. And it worked. His cock became harder than ever before, and Dawid felt it in every fiber of his body. He needed to get this out of his system. Moaning, drooling, and crying Nothing helped him. "That's good, boy. Youre nearly there." Ben said, and he started to stroke his chest, his hard nipples, and his abs with his massive, gloved hands.

He started to thrust against the flask, like he was fucking someone's mouth, while Jack caressed his thighs again. All of this was so overwhelming that all of Dawid's senses went overboard, and the only thing present in his mind was cum. He leaned back against the giant's strong chest, and he embraced him lovingly. With that, his eyes rolled back into his skull, exposing the white of his eyes. He became his cock, the only thing on his mind.

Grinning deviously, Jack intensified the electric impulses, and it was enough to break this man's will. His cock exploded inside the flask, and his precious cum sucked away. Dawids body compulsed wildly as he shot load after load, again and again, until he ran dry. Even then, the machine hadn't stopped yet. "We need all of it." Jack said, and Ben agreed, still holding the officer in his arms.

A few minutes later, when his balls were empty and drained of every drop of cum, Jack turned the machine off. Dawid's body slumped to the floor, exhausted. "Good boy." Ben kept on stroking his body, rubbing his own erect cock through his leather pants against the bare ass of the cop. Still, with his eyes rolled back, Dawid moaned helplessly, his dick, thighs, and arms still twitching.

"The boss will be happy with this one." Jack said this and looked at Dawid's lifless body in his partner's arms. A new addition to the farm.

#tf story #male on male #male domination #male transformation #male hypnosis #male hypno

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years ago

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Yanderes! Leona, Jack and Malleus in heat with their reader friend

HAHAHAHA EVIL LAUGHTER. Finally…. I’m getting around to this request….. i guess i might make this less “headcanon-y” and more ficlets? Scenarios? Idk? First time trying this out so here we go!

This piece of writing is purely for 18+ audiences only. Minors do NOT interact.

Pairings: Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader, Jack Howl x Fem! Reader, Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, yandere, dubcon/noncon elements, coercion, unhealthy relationships, breeding kink(?), talk of pregnancy, dark content

Leona Kingscholar

The botanical gardens was a usual hangout spot for you and your lazy friend Leona. However, when you arrived at his favorite napping spot under a specific tree, you felt something was off when he wasn’t there. You definitely knew he wouldn’t go to class unless there was some kind of exam. Was it something serious? ‘Where are you?’ You texted Leona and sent the message. After waiting a bit, your phone buzzed and Leona had replied. ‘Screw off. Leave me alone for a while.’ the text read on your screen had you feeling worried about the beastman. He was your friend - and you knew something had to be up.

The speed-walk from the gardens to Savanaclaw was a bit anxious, your body was starting to sweat as you worried about Leona. You didn’t even think to text his dorm mates like Ruggie or Jack to ask what was wrong. Once you finally made it through the mirror to his dorm, you rushed to eventually make it to Leona’s door and knocked. You were met with a loud snarl and a gruff voice. “Who the hell is it?! Go away.”

“Leona-san, I’m coming in!!” You quickly barged in, chest heaving up and down from the worry you felt. The door slammed behind you before you could even recognize what was going on in front of you.

“Leona-san! Are you okay?! I- Oh…!” Your field of vision was immediately met with Leona sprawled on his bed with his shirt off and his blanket covering up to his waist. His hand was lazily pumping up and down his length from underneath the blanket and it was so painfully obvious. Leona was panting heavily and eyes were half lidded.

“You… what the fuck are you doing here, herbivore? I told you not to come!” Leona spat from across the room, making you recoil in fear from your spot. You gulped and blushed, turning away.

“I- I’m sorry,” stammering, the words just really seemed to have a hard time finding a way out of your mouth. “I just, I thought it was something I could help you with, so I’m gonna go now!! Sorry for interrupting!!”

You quickly tried to turn around and walk back out, but didn’t realize Leona was coming closer to you only seconds prior. Your wrist was grabbed harshly and you were being yanked until your back thudded onto something hard - Leona’s chest. It was so toned and warm, you were almost tempted to lean back into it.

“Hn, I change my mind. Maybe this is something you could help me out with, herbivore...” His low and sultry voice almost purred the words into your ears sending heat to your clothed cunt. As if on cue, Leona’s calloused fingers made their way to rub at the crotch of your pants, making you squeak involuntarily.

“Leo-naa..!” you shrieked out his name, half of it turning into a moan. He growled at the noise of his name coming out of your mouth.

“Heh, it looks like you’re forcing me to do something a bit unforgivable.” The dark tone in his voice made you gulp hard. “Herbivore… I was really trying to hold back, find the perfect time to make you my mate, I even had preparations to take you away to stay with me. It was the perfect plan.” The weight of his words caused you to tense. Almost sensing your unease, Leona decided to dip his warm fingers into your pants and underwear to rub at your needy clit. You gasp and cover your mouth instantly, afraid of the noises Leona would pull out of you. Leona growled as his other hand slapped your arm away from your face.

“Don’t cover up your noises herbivore, if you know what’s good for you.” Leona angrily muttered against your ear, sending waves of panic through your system. The wet squelching sounds were only growing louder as well as your moans. “Leona-saahn~ haaah,” you threw your head back into him as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

“Hm? Don’t tell me you love being talked to like that? Does it turn you on, slut?” Leona’s smooth voice invaded your senses and only spurred you on further. “Y-yes, Leona-san!!” you were now a moaning and squirming mess. Leona guided you to the foot of his bed and pulled his fingers out of you, pushing you onto the mattress.

“This is gonna be fun, herbivore. I really, really should have done this sooner...” Leona whispered, almost to himself. Your face was sweating and you stared up at Leona helplessly, feeling his large erection grazing your thighs as he caged your body with his own, like a predator rearing to devour his prey.

Jack Howl

Vargas’s outdoor gym sessions were always difficult - even more so since you couldn’t use magic. Wanting to utilize your skills to its capacity in his class, Vargas forced you to do more physical training than the other students. Those trainings always left you and your clothes hot and sticky with sweat. Being the only female student in the school, you were also the last person to use the locker rooms, with one of your first year friends near the door to protect you and your privacy. Today was Jack’s turn and everything was going smoothly, to your knowledge. As you were idly thinking about the ways you would prepare dinner tonight, you didn’t realize how much trouble you were really in.

The door to the locker room slowly creaked open as you peeled off the layers of your gym uniform. Heavy footsteps echoed and forced you to pause all of your activities. “J-Jack..?” you whimpered, worried about who was going to catch you half naked. As the steps came closer to your location you couldn’t help but start to shake in fear.

Jack’s white hair and ears peeked around the corner of the lockers making you jump and hide your body in your arms. “O-oh!! Thank goodness, it’s just you!” You sighed in relief. Jack could only grunt in a noise that sounded like approval. Jack didn’t look too good, his cheeks were red and he looked like he was panting - like he had just finished running a race.

“Uhm, Jack, are you okay?” you shuffled uncomfortably in your spot as Jack’s gaze was still fixated on your body, your arms still covering yourself.

“Listen, I uh, I have to change, Jack…” you trailed off and looked away, hoping he would get the idea. He didn’t.

Instead, Jack slowly sauntered towards your smaller form. You didn’t even realize you were walking backwards until your head and clothed backside touched the cool lockers behind you, the sound of locks and metal catching you off guard. Taking your moment of surprise as an opportunity, the beastman rutted his hips towards your sweaty body, the friction causing him to groan right in your ear. The noise sent heat down to your core, shame and fear filling your head as you gasped.

“You smell so good right now, Y/N…” Jack said lowly, his breath was so hot in your face it felt like a sauna. He dipped down to your neck and licked a long wet stripe up your skin.

“Aah! What are you doing, Jack?! Th- this isn’t like you!” You shrieked, hoping your voice would get to him somehow.

You yelped as Jack lifted you briefly, only to set you down on his lap to straddle him as he sat on the locker room bench. He grunted as your clothed cunt momentarily made direct contact with his erection that was still in the confines of his pants. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth, yet your beastman friend believed to sound like honey. Gold eyes bore into yours as he panted and lifted his hips back up to meet yours. “Nngh~!” You buried your face into his neck.

“I’m, haah, sorry, Y/N. I can’t, I can’t help it right now. I like you so much it hurts. I need to touch you, nnh- to make you feel good.” His confession was sudden as he guided your hips to grind on him, lewd moans and whines being forced out of your body with every movement. You couldn’t help but blush and grip onto him tighter, chasing your own inevitable release.

“Mmh- Jack, please.” You whined into Jack’s ear. Your panties were soaked and he could feel the juices soaking into his uniform. “I’m gonna fill you up with my pups.” Jack growled into your ear as he was losing sight of his own self control.

Malleus Draconia

It was odd to receive a text from Lilia to come to Diasomnia’s dorm. Once he said it was an issue involving Malleus, you told him you’d be on the way immediately. Curiously enough, Lilia never answered your text about what was wrong with Malleus, he only mentioned that he requested you specifically. Reaching the dorm, you noticed the skies were particularly cloudy and grey, and green lightning bolts were littering the skies. You ran inside quickly to be greeted by none other than Lilia himself.

“Ah, Y/N, finally you’re here!” The bicolor haired student welcomed you warmly. His tone was much different than his serious one he used over text.

“I’m here, where is Malleus? What’s wrong with him?” You asked, looking around the dorm. It was seemingly more empty than usual.

“Oh don’t worry! Come, I’ll lead you to his room…” Lilia walked with you to Malleus’s dorm room, when he stopped in front of the door. Suddenly, a darkness had taken over his facial expressions. “I’m... sorry for what I’m about to do, Y/N.”

“What do you mean, Lilia?” You stood as stiff as a board in your spot, dumbfounded.

“Be safe.” Lilia’s words went over your head. Suddenly, the door was opened as he shoved you into Malleus’s room, promptly locking it once you were inside. You banged on the door with both fists.

“Hey!! Lilia!? Let me out!!” Panicked, you felt the atmosphere in the room was… heavy. Looking behind you to Malleus’s bed, a large black mass had taken form on it.

“Child of man…” You could hear Malleus’s voice from every corner of the room, especially focused from the direction of that black mass. Suddenly, wings uncurled and revealed Malleus, or a creature that heavily resembled him. Along his face were black scales that focused on the edges of his face. A tail was swishing behind him aggressively. Malleus’s arms were now scaly and long nails replaced his short black polished ones. And with those black claws, he used an index finger to beckon you towards him. “Come closer.” He breathed.

You felt your body move on its own, as if you weren’t even controlling it. “Malleus, what’s wrong?” You whispered, not even sure if the words had come out of your mouth. Once in front of him, you stood awkwardly and fiddled with the sleeves of your uniform. “Is there something you need from me?” You breathlessly spoke, avoiding his piercing gaze.

“I requested you for a, specific, reason…” he cooed and pulled you into a tight and awkward hug you didn’t reciprocate. Then you felt it. Something hard and large was poking at your stomach, causing you to gasp suddenly in realization. “It seems like you’ve caught on. Well, my sweet Y/N, you don’t want to keep your prince waiting, do you?”

“Strip.”

“What..?” You asked dumbly.

“You heard me, I said strip. Now.”

“I, I heard you, I just-,” you stepped back, and began to take off your clothes slowly. You stopped at your simple bra and underwear, hoping that was enough to appease him. It didn’t - but it was something he could rip off later.

Grabbing your shoulders and bringing you in close, Malleus’s teeth latched onto your neck, biting hard enough to draw blood. You moaned unexpectedly and held onto his neck, unknowingly pulling him in closer. “Ah, M-Malleus, no..!” Your voice shook.

Instantly, Malleus threw you down onto the bed and straddled your lower half, pinning your wrists above your head. His wings extended above you as his green eyes pierced into yours. The fierceness alone took the words out of your mouth as you stared up in fear.

“Don’t even think about fighting me back. You will surely regret that choice and I don’t want to hurt you, unless you deserve it. So be a good girl for me, while I breed you over… and over… and over again.” You watched in horror as his tongue, now long and forked, laved over his bottom lip in hunger and excitement.

“Well now child of man, doesn’t that sound exciting? Let’s get started right away.”

#yandere malleus draconia #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere jack howl #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst smut #leona kingscholar x reader #jack howl x reader #malleus draconia x reader #leona kingscholar smut #jack howl smut #malleus draconia smut #twst imagines #twst x reader smut #jack howl #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia

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kthynes · 2 years ago

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practice makes perfect

18+

You and Lloyd have your first unrehearsed kiss.

warnings: mafia!Lloyd x fem!reader. course language, kissing. Fake husband/wife trope.

authors note: this is a small standalone is apart of the Husband for Hire series.

Not beta’d - mistakes are my own

“Okay.” You shimmy back your shoulders, trying to ease all the hellbent nerves that ebbed and flowed. It’s a glorious sunny afternoon in nowhere land. Lloyd had just moseyed back from the Barn, a designated kill space, no clue as to where your antics would take him today.

But being a good sport meant that he sat next to you on a rusty patio bench, holding onto your every salient word. Or therelackof.

“Okay?” He echoes, nodding once.

“So how should we… you know go about this?” You animate with your hands. His brows shoot up to his hairline.

“What exactly are you asking me?”

“It’s been weeks and we haven’t done much.” Lloyd is near right hysterical. His posture changes and there’s some pitiful theatrics that follows. “And. And! Hear me out! I know there’ll be a time and place where we’re going to have to consummate this union. I just thought we could—“

“Are you asking to fuck, again?”

“No! Oh my god. No. Not like that! That’s… that’s not where I was going with this.” You yell, panicked after having this conversation before. “God, this is so mortifying and weird and so fucking unnecessary...” You start cursing under your breath. Nature takes wind and even the birds censor you out.

“Tell me what you want, mi Luna. No need to beat around the bush.” Lloyd tries to suppress his laughter. You’re forthcoming as is.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“Oh.”

“For practice, of course. You know so that way we aren’t blindsided at functions.” This was your best friend, Liza’s idea. You let her talk your ear off about all the fake husband/wife tropes that she’s read up on the internet. She suggested a kiss would seal the deal and make it more convincing for the mob. You weren’t so sure by her juvenile rationale.

“That’s fair.” Lloyd agrees.

“Yeah?” You breathe, taken aback by his nonchalant response.

“Yeah… I mean you are bending your rules here. But, I can most definitely oblige.” He slides a hand around the nape of your neck and pulls your face close. Nose to nose, you stare right into his blue irises. This was jarring and he played right into it. “Just say when.”

You gulp but find your measly big girl words to initiate the cause. “Now?”

He leans forward and tests the water, gently pressing his soft lips against yours. A quick little peck invokes a reactionary gasp. Your senses come alive. Your heart in your throat. Lloyd’s lips continue there torturous assault, peppering you with the most ‘you’re mine’ kisses. The onslaught of pecks then progresses into a moment of passion. Your mouth opens in tandem with his. He leans into you for closeness, bodies melding together. His hand grips the back of your neck, gentle squeezes that guide you in. There’s depth and urgency. It’s sloppy and wet, calloused by soft suctioning noises. Your insides begin to churn. Everything is fleeting. But reality is a bitch and that’s when you quickly pull back, breathless and disoriented.

“Good enough for you?” Lloyd’s impressed with himself, unaffected. You could barely get a word out let alone a Yelp review.

“Lloyd.” One of his men appears at the patio door, interrupting the moment. “McNally’s here.”

“Great. I’ll be right there.” He doesn’t look away from you or your beautifully kiss-swollen lips. He’s dying to run his thumb across it but his men were socially inept. “How bout we continue this after dinner?”

“Okay!” You squeak and then retreat, flooded with more embarrassment. Lloyd laughs a melody as he gathers himself off the bench. It’s for certain that you both will be replaying that kiss, over and over again. But it also doesn’t end there in memory.

Because as they say: Practice makes perfect.

#chris evans #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #series: husband for hire #lloyd hansen #mafia!lloyd hansen

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opalesense · 4 years ago

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How would the genshin Bois, zhongli, childe, diluc and kaeya react to a fem traveller stuck in a wall after a harsh battle, they'll help her get out right?...right?

a sight to behold

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW-ish)

1.9k words • ~13 min. read

warnings: just a lot of teasing & dirty thoughts

notes: i was practically rubbing my hands together with evil intentions when i saw this request but i’ll spare the graphic details for another time, otherwise this will be extremely long!! also i wrote them separately here BUT i wouldn’t be opposed if someone requested them to be grouped together instead... anyway, i hope you enjoy this!! >:)

THE WIDELY FEARED PRIMO GEOVISHAP was certainly a sight to behold from above. You quickly understood why so many people often avoided interacting with this beast – it was intimidating even while it slept soundly, its loud snores echoing throughout the cavern despite being so far down. As you stood on the platform above its sleeping form, you studied its details, noticing the element it possessed and strategizing your combat plan quickly, thankful that you could manipulate an element that targetted its weakness. Once you made up your mind, you let out a huff as you took a leap of faith down, letting your glider save you at the last second before you could actually make contact with the ground.

Your companion followed behind swiftly, the two of you moving gently around the walls of the cavern, careful not to wake the beast from its slumber. In a low whisper, you began to describe your strategy to your partner, but alas, the beast suddenly awoke and interrupted your planning with a ear splitting roar.

Without a second thought, the two of you dashed to the creature, loosely following the details of the plan you had based on what you were able to say before you got interrupted. The battle was fine at first, but you soon realized how out of sync the two of you became as the fight progressed. Your elemental reactions were getting poorly timed, and it was difficult to keep an eye on each other’s movements with the beast constantly thrashing about and blocking communication.

In normal circumstances, the two of you excelled in combat together without needing any other support. Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe you bit off more than you could chew this time, but you noticed you were getting knocked around easier than usual. Things were obviously not going your way and you had to think of a solution fast.

But before you knew it, your distraction with your own thoughts got the best of you. One single swipe of the geovishap’s tail sent you flying across the cavern towards the opposite wall then tumbling on the ragged, rocky edges of floor, certainly leaving cuts and bruises for later. To make matters worse, one more aggressive roar from the beast shook the walls of cavern enough to send chunks of rock tumbling down towards your injured body. Unable to form coherent thoughts, you knew you didn’t have the strength to escape the avalanche. Instead, all you could do was lay there, helpless and bracing for impact, praying to the Archons that you can be saved.

zhongli

Zhongli made quick work of the beast, using his shield to deliver an extremely effective counter attack and finishing it once and for all. The creature wailed in pain in its dying moments before disintegrating into dust. He expected to see your face on the other side but alas, you were nowhere to be seen.

“[Y/N]?” his face tensed as he tried to think of where you could have disappeared to. As his eyes darted around the cavern, he immediately noticed a tiny speck of color amongst the rocks on the wall that resembled your clothing. He quickly sprinted towards you, lifting some of the boulders off of you effortlessly using his geo manipulation.

He began to subconsciously slow down once he saw the way you were displayed in front of him. Your legs were propped up slightly from the rocks underneath you that caved in from the impact. The way your hips curved up caused your skirt to fold back onto you, leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.

Ungodly thoughts began to race across Zhongli’s mind. He couldn’t help but slowly undress you in his mind, thinking about all the things he could do to you in this moment of vulnerability.

You poor thing... If only we were not in such a potential dire circumstance of life or death, what would stop me from keeping these rocks on top of you, grabbing those hips, and pressing myself against you? It would be the perfect opportunity to keep you still while I have my way with you... Perhaps I should check to see if you’re okay first, and maybe I can trap you with these rocks myself instead. Certainly I could even lift you in a better position for a better fit...

“Stay with me, [Y/N],” Zhongli snapped out of his fantasy and continued to lift the boulders off of you, wondering if he should really go through with his urges. “You will be okay...”

childe

Childe had noticed you fly across the cavern in the corner of his eye, and watching you land on the floor at such a fierce impact only fueled him to keep fighting. In a fit of a rage and frustration, he summoned his dual blades and quickly turned the tides of the battle towards his favor. He didn’t even need to watch the beast die to know it was dead within seconds, and after his final blow he quickly dashed towards where you landed only to find out you had been crushed by more rocks.

He let out another yell of frustration, grabbing the boulders one by one and pushing them off of you. “[Y/N]? Can you hear me?”

“I’m fine, just get these off of me!” you managed to call out from underneath the pile. Relieved that you were alive and well, he managed to push most of the boulders off but hesitated once he got a good look at the way you were laid out in front of him.

With your legs dangling off the edge of the pile, your ass was comedically exposed towards him, the rest of your upper half still trapped within the remains of the avalanche. Funnily enough, the hem of your skirt had even got trapped above your hips that you were completely exposed, causing Childe to grin evilly.

“Well, well, well,” he slowly walked over to you and placed a gloved hand on your bare cheek, still slightly out of breath from the heavy lifting. He gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. “Is this my reward for helping you? If so, I’ll gladly take it now...”

“Did you forget that I’m stuck? What if I’m badly injured?!”

“In that case, I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead,” he gave one final squeeze and chuckled before walking away to grab another boulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding... But once you’re out, don’t expect all this help to come for free, you know.”

diluc

Diluc watched you tumble across the floor with panicked eyes, immediately worrying about your safety but not letting that distract him from the task at hand. In the heat of the moment under the influence of rage and anxiety, he summoned his pyro manipulation to set his claymore ablaze and deliver multiple final blows to the creature, smashing its figure into bits. The beast cried in its final moments and when he was sure it was dead, he dropped his sword as he sprinted towards you.

Pure panic settled in once he saw you had been crushed underneath the pile of rocks. He pushed himself to run faster, feeling tears form in the corners of his eyes but ignoring it. He didn’t want to lose you – not this easily.

“[Y/N]!” he called out once he reached the site, “Can you hear me?”

“I’m here, Diluc. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He deeply sighed in relief as he began to push the boulders off of you. Thank Barbatos you were alive and well! He shook the thought of you being fatally injured away from the forefront of his mind to focus on getting you out of this mess, using his strength to his advantage. But after a few rocks were pushed off of you, his eyes widened at the sight of you, a sight he will never forget.

While your legs and upper body were still trapped underneath the pile, the first thing Diluc revealed was your ass, exposed by your skirt that was coincidentally trapped above your hips. Your thighs were pinned together, rubbing gently as you squirmed in the rubbish, trying to wiggle your way out. Or at least, he wanted to believe you were wiggling for the sole purpose of getting out, and not to tease him.

With a nervous gulp, he averted his eyes away from you and resumed his work on the boulders. His mind couldn’t help but drift away into sinful corners, though. He envisioned the way he could firmly grab your thighs, pull down your underwear and...

“Don’t scare me like that again,” he took a more lighthearted tone to cover up his urges, “I thought you were surely dead.”

kaeya

After briefly witnessing you get thrown across the cavern, Kaeya managed to finally stab the beast in such a precise weakness point, making it wail in pain until it slowly withered away in its dying moments. He took no time at all to rush over to you, sprinting faster once he saw that you had been crushed by an avalanche.

“[Y/N], talk to me,” he subtly asked for reassurance that you were still alive as he began to analyze the situation and pinpoint exactly where you were in all this rubbish.

“I’m okay,” you weakly muttered with a grin, glad that he had come to your rescue, “Just a little bruised, that’s all.”

Following the trail of your voice, he put his mind to work. He started to strategically push certain rocks so that others would naturally fall off of you without him needing to lift too much. After awhile, he began to spot one of your arms, then your other arm, and with each rock tumbling down he soon revealed the full picture.

Or at least, a fraction of the full picture.

He was relieved to see that you had wrapped your arms around your head for protection before the crash, avoiding what would have been an extremely dangerous injury. With your entire body from the chest down still trapped, you felt the need to stretch out your arms in the newly freed space and take a deep breath, glad to finally have some fresh air. “Good morning,” you joked on your bed of rocks.

Even though he certainly felt some relief, he couldn’t fight the urge to tease you as he cooed over the sight of you so helpless underneath him. With an evil smirk, he pulled out one of the rocks that was supporting your neck, leaving your head hanging off the edge and eliciting a gasp from you. Before you could protest, he propped himself up against the wall with one arm, his body hovering over you and his crotch just inches away from your face.

“Look at that pretty mouth of yours... You tempt me even in the most dire situations, sweetheart,” he let his free hand run slender fingers across your scalp, slowly massaging you. “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

“Quit running your mouth and just help me get out of here,” you scolded him jokingly. He laughed and shook his head dismissively as he walked away to get back to work, fighting that strong urge to use your throat in such a vulnerable state.

“If you say so, sweetheart. Maybe some other time.”

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10ths-writing-corner · 2 years ago

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Whumptober #7- The way you Shake and shiver

His heart hammered against his chest, he dammed it for being so loud in his ears. It stopped him from hearing anything in the dark hallway. It was the only thing he could hope for, to listen for that monster since he couldn’t see in the dark. The dapper pressed his back against the cold, stone hallway. A shaking hand clamps over his mouth, stopping the shaking breathing to come out of him. The littlest of sounds will give away his position, and he’s come so far…

“Come out, come out, little puppet.” The glitch like voice echoes around him. “I know you’re still here.”

The tremors keep growing, now spreading through his entire frame. Now both hands press against his mouth to stop any small noises escaping from his mouth. Panic was soon clouding his judgment, if he got caught he might as well be dead. Jameson had tried everything to get out of this prison, but none of his time magic worked against whatever dark magic this was. He wasn’t even sure if he was in the same dimension— if he were, Marvin would’ve located him by now…

“Oh, Jameson~” The demon called out for him, his voice coming from the end of the hallway, and yet, Jameson’s panicked, sapphire irises could not see him. Not even perceive his presence. “There is no point in hiding. I can hear your heartbeat.” A whimper finally slips between his lips, and Jameson can’t help but to start moving again, sloppily feeling the wall to guide him in the darkness. “I can feel your body shaking… and shivering. Oh, how I like the way you shake and shiver.”

He needs to escape, he needs to leave. He needs to warn Marvin and the institution.

“I can smell the sweat pooling on your brow… the stench of fear you carry is delicious.” The demon continued in a guttural voice, sounding closer. And it only made Jameson panic even more.

Someone help me… Marvin, please…

“I can see… Everything.” Anti whispered right into Jameson’s ear, the hot air sending tremors and chills down his spine, and making his knees buckle under his own weight. The dapper gasps in despair, beginning to crawl backwards and away from the dark figure looming over him. Three green toxic eyes shinning bright in the void they found themselves. Sharp canines revealed themselves when the monster smiled widely.

Words of please for caught in Jameson’s throat. He wanted to plead, not for his life no, plead for his friend to come find him. To come for him, but not even his name got past the giant knot in his throat. Tears surprised him when they spill down his cheeks without permission, and now he can’t stop them.

“So, you’re the one that wanted to put me away.” The demon chuckles and soon starts cackling maniacally. “A silly human like you can’t contain the likes of me.” He then lunges forward, fully pinning the dapper down while his clawed hand took a tight grip on his jaw. “Let’s see what the future holds up for us, shall we?”

The demon then takes both his hands, pressing them on each side of Jameson’s head before taking his thumbs and harshly squeezing his temples. Jameson kicks the air, twisting his body to get the monster to let him go but soon starts screaming in excruciating pain. In his head, images of people he had never met before flash like an old timey movie, and he knows the demon is watching.

There’s Marvin, yes

But there’s also some sort of hero dressed in all red… a man with a grey hat, a device in his hand he can’t really recognize. And a doctor…?

Though, the images vanished as fast as they appeared and Jameson was back in the dark rooms. Everything spun around him, and he felt himself fading away from the conscious word. Not even the strings burning themselves into his flesh were able to keep him awake.

“Thank you, puppet, for making everything so much easier for me. Now I just have to go find Marvin and this little group of people and get them out of my way.”

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years ago

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Camlann, except no one is being held back by stupid destinies;

Merlin manages to keep Morgana and Mordred on the side of the light, which has a few rather influential knock-on effects.

Morgause leads her army onto the barren fields of Camlann, her hair and eyes wild, but her sword and focus sharp. Opposite stands her traitor sister’s half brother, the Boy-King of Camelot, surrounded by his precious knights. Today, they would all die, she would make certain of that.

Arthur struggles to keep his hands from trembling, he’s well aware that this battle will likely be his, and subsequently Camelot’s, downfall, but his nerves are settled slightly by Merlin’s comforting presence at his side. Which he feels immensely guilty at.

He’d done his best to urge Merlin to run, to take Gwen and Gaius and maybe even Morgana, to go to Ealdor to pick up his mother and run even further, just in case. Merlin had refused of course; Gwen and Morgana had squawked at Arthur’s stupid chivalry and planted their feet firmly in the throne room, a symbolic last line of defence, and Gaius rolled his eyes and reaffirmed that he would be in the infirmary tent, as planned.

He’d given his men his speech and they all seemed content to die for the cause, for one last desperate attempt to keep their home safe, but that didn’t stop the freezing claw of guilt from shredding Arthur’s lungs every time he took a breath. They were just waiting now. For someone to make the first move, for Morgause to get a little closer, for someone to send a messenger.

Arthur’s broken from his stare when a warm, soft, steady hand takes his gently. His head whips to the side to see Merlin, stood without armour (oh, how The King despaired) staring at him with a slight frown. A frown, Arthur thinks, that should be much deeper, and much more afraid. He’s grateful it isn’t. He’s not sure he could cope with seeing Merlin scared:

“Arthur, if... if I knew a way to win this, once and for all, with not a drop of Camelot blood spilt... would you let me?”

It takes Arthur a few moments to process what Merlin had said, on account of his brain focusing on how grateful he is to hear his voice and feel the warmth of his hand instead of actually listening to him speak, but when he does, he copies his servant’s frown, though his is slightly more confused. He doesn’t let go of Merlin’s hand as he responds, instead tightening his grip:

“What on Earth are you talking about?”

Merlin gulps and looks away briefly, a look of guilt if Arthur ever saw one, but he finds he doesn’t really care. They’re all about to die, he’d forgive Merlin anything:

“If I could win this battle, and the war, right here, right now. Would you let me?-”

At Arthur’s continued perplexed look, Merlin rolls his eyes and huffs, smirking slightly as he adds on:

“-Just humour me.”

Arthur gulps, glancing towards the slowly advancing army before once again squeezing Merlin’s hand and looking back at him:

“It would... depend on the consequences, I suppose. Would you get hurt?”

Merlin shakes his head, then stops, and tilts it sideways as though he’s considering something he’d really rather not think about. He can’t meet Arthur’s gaze as he responds:

“I... might need a few hours to rest, afterwards, but any... long term consequences would depend on your reaction.”

Arthur recoils slightly at that, frown deepening as he shakes his head, completely oblivious to the keen listening ears of his six most loyal knights, and another, hidden towards the back of the group. If he’d turned to see them, Arthur would’ve noticed the blank looks of steely determination on Lancelot and Mordred’s faces:

“Well we would never have to worry about that. I... I could never see you hurt, Merlin.”

The King’s voice cracks as he mentions Merlin getting hurt, and the servant’s gaze softens, knowing that Arthur was thinking of their inevitable demise, creeping closer and closer. He squeezes his hand, giving him a soft smile as his other hand lifts up to rest on his shoulder; his question comes out soft and pleading:

“Do you trust me?”

Arthur has to use all of his self control not to yell his answer across Camlann:

“More than anyone.”

Merlin smiles sadly and steps back, dropping both of his still-steady hands to his sides; Arthur feels the gap between them more heavily than he feels the armour on his back. Merlin goes to turn away without another word, but before he can take even one step, a figure is pushing through to the front, gripping his wrist and pulling him back:

“I’m coming too.”

Arthur’s eyes go comically large as he hears Morgana’s voice come from under the hood. He steps forward to rip it down, and she only spares him an annoyed glance before she’s back to staring purposefully at Merlin. A gasp goes up around the group from all bar two, and Mordred dismounts his horse, walking forward to be in line with Morgana. The three of them entirely ignore Arthur’s outraged words:

“Morgana, what the hell are you doing here? You need to be safe at the castle, you’re meant to take the crown what the hell are you doing here?!”

Merlin meets Morgana’s determined glare with a resigned one of his own:

“No, this is my-”

Mordred interrupts him, his voice strong in a way that Arthur had never heard from the youngest knight before:

“No. No, it’s not. You’re not just fighting for Camelot, Merlin, you’re fighting or us, for our people.”

Merlin looks like he wants to argue, but Morgana crosses her arms and holds her head high as she speaks:

“You’re making a stand and you have no right to stop us from doing the same. This is bigger than you, bigger than all three of us, this is our fight just as much as it is yours.”

Merlin can only hold their stare for so long before he sighs and looks to the floor, entirely oblivious to the knights panicking (bar Lancelot, of course). He looks up with a small, relaxed smile on his face, and if Arthur weren’t so preoccupied with the fact that Morgana was definitely not supposed to be here, he would’ve found Merlin’s almost-nonchalance calming. The servant holds both his hands out:

“Together?”

Mordred grins widely, taking one of Merlin’s wrists as he responds confidently:

“For Camelot.”

Morgana does the same, a sudden wind whipping her hair behind her wildly:

“For our people.”

Without another moment’s of hesitation, Merlin turns and marches towards Morgause and her army. His steps are purposeful and strong, and Arthur can’t bring himself to stop him, no matter how desperately his brain is screaming at him. Morgana turns to him with a not-quite-cruel smirk:

“This has been a long time coming, brother. Enjoy the show.”

Arthur can only blink in surprise as she turns and walks towards Merlin. Mordred looks to him next, though the young knight’s smile is a lot softer, a lot more pitying:

“You should consider yourself lucky, Arthur,-”

Arthur barely registers the use of his first name:

“-my Lord gave up his throne in favour of serving you, buried his crown in favour of polishing yours.”

Arthur shakes his head slightly, his voice quiet and confused and strained as he asks:

“Your Lord?”

Mordred looks to Merlin, still marching across the seemingly never-ending field, with an awed smile; his voice is quiet and holds notes of what almost sound like worship:

“He’s more than you know.”

Before Arthur can respond, Merlin and Morgana stop, turning to look at Mordred expectantly. Merlin stares blankly, his brows slightly furrowed, but Morgana sports a wild grin as she yells back:

“I though you wanted to join in on the fun, Mordred?”

The young knight grins in response, turning to Arthur and giving him one last short bow as he cheerfully says, not a trace of worry in his voice:

“Lady Morgana is right My Lord, enjoy the show.”

He turns away quickly, jogging to catch up with the other two before anyone can say anything. Gwaine is the first to react, jumping off his horse and starting forward, to catch up with them, to pull them back, to ask them what the fuck was going on, but Lance quickly lands behind him, grabbing his shoulder:

“Wait, don’t. You trust them right?-”

He casts his gaze around the others, all looking slightly confused but mostly panicked as they dismount their horses. Mordred, Merlin, and Morgana make their journey to the centre of the field, but Lancelot’s eyes focuses on Arthur:

“-You said you trusted him, so just... this is what he does, Arthur. Please, just trust him, everything’s going to be ok.”

Arthur is desperate to question his knight, to demand that he explain what’s going on and give up anything, everything he knows, but before he can say anything, Elyan gasps and points somewhere beyond their friends. The whole army seems to resume their earlier jitters as Morgause differentiates herself from her soldiers.

The three magic users spread out slightly as they come to a stop, Mordred on the left, Morgana on the right, and Merlin, of course, in the middle.

A storm seems to be fast approaching and the loud wind makes hearing each other difficult, but they don’t need words to speak, and Mordred’s question echoes in Merlin’s head as all of their gazes focus on Morgause stepping forward:

“Are the other two coming?”

The Warlock nods, tapping his finger to his temple briefly as he replies:

“I called for them hours ago, they’re almost-”

Arthur is distracted from all that’s in front of him when a desperate and terrified voice screeches out from the back of his army:

“DRAGONS!!”

He, and all the other knights, whip their heads around in panic, only to see exactly what had been yelled about. The Dragon that Arthur had supposedly killed years ago is flying towards them like a hurricane, golden scales shining bright even in the shadows of the approaching storm. Next to him flies a much smaller dragon, pure white and clearly young, unstable in the air but still graceful, still terrifying.

Arthur’s heart sinks even impossibly further as they both fly straight over them, aiming for the other side of the field. If Morgause had two Dragons at her beck and call somehow, there was no hope, no matter what ridiculous plan Merlin had. Arthur felt the tears fill his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. If this was to end in fire, then he’d sprint to Merlin, just so he could see him, hold his hands, beg him for a smile, one last time.

Lancelot holds him back with a hand on his shoulder and a soft smile:

“I know this doesn’t make sense, but just... trust him.”

He turns back to Merlin just to see the great beasts land in front of them, almost acting as a barrier between the three of them and the opposing army.

“-Took you long enough.”

Kilgharrah does his best imitation of rolled eyes before dipping his head in a bow:

“Where would you like us, young Warlock?”

Merlin grins, allowing Aithusa to push her head into his hands as he answers:

“I want you somewhere off to the side looking vaguely threatening. Only intervene if you have to, I don’t want the Camelot knights getting twitchy and skewering you, you’re an old man after all, I’m not sure you could take it.-”

Morgana laughs aloud and Mordred snorts behind his hand, but Kilgharrah just rolls his eyes again, giving another bow that this time somehow seems sarcastic before clomping off to the side, prowling up and down the edge of the field and huffing the occasional puffs of smoke in the opposition’s direction. Merlin looks down to Aithusa next, scratching her chin and using a much softer voice:

“Go watch over Arthur, keep him safe but don’t let him or any of the others hurt you, I’m sure Lance will explain. Try to stay out of the fighting and don’t let Morgause get anywhere near Arthur or the knights, you understand?”

The creature purrs and nods, stepping around her master and beginning an impossibly fast sprint towards Arthur.

Arthur stares with wide eyes at the gathering in the middle of the field, letting out a deep breath when the Great Dragon bows down to Merlin’s confident stance. The smaller creature bounds to him as he... exchanges words with the beasts, and all Arthur can do is stare as his brain argues over which emotion should be at the forefront. Fear? Confusion? Betrayal? Some kind of guilt? Pride, maybe?

Lancelot definitely looks proud, worried, but proud, and Arthur spares him a questioning glance; before he can say anything, Leon lets out a quiet yelp, pointing across the field and drawing his sword on instinct. Arthur whips his head around to see the white Dragon speeding towards them, eyes bright, teeth bared, and sharp claws ripping up the ground with every step.

He draws his own sword, panic clawing at his gut, but before he can step forward in some pointless attempt to protect his men, Lancelot pulls him back again, stepping in between Arthur and the approaching Dragon with a placating hand held out to each of them; his voice comes out quickly and desperate:

“No, no, she’s on our side, don’t hurt her. Merlin sent her here to protect us, don’t hurt her.”

Arthur stares between them with a mix of blood-curdling fear and endless confusion. But he trusts Merlin, and he trusts Lancelot, so much to Leon’s displeasure he lowers his sword, though he doesn’t sheath it, not yet.

The Dragon finally reaches them, coming to a skidding stop a few feet away. Arthur’s fear is overpowered by confusion, and an odd fondness in the back of his mind, when the creature almost topples over in it’s haste. She purrs loudly, and even Leon appears to relax slightly, even more so when she dips her head in what appears to be a bow to Arthur, before turning her attention to Lancelot and pushing her face into his hands.

The other knights all start forward on instinct, but when Lance lets out a low chuckle and begins... scratching the creature’s chin?? They step back again, watching as the Dragon begins purring even louder, almost bowling Lancelot over as it rubs it’s scaled body across his legs. It’s... acting like a cat...

Gwaine coughs very deliberately and Lancelot looks up with a blush, biting his lip before saying, his words awkward and stilted:

“Uh... guys, this is Aithusa, she’s... a Dragon. She can’t speak yet, but-”

Percival makes a confused noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head with wide eyes as he asks incredulously:

“Dragons are meant to be able to speak??”

Lancelot grimaces, but nods, but before he can say anything, Morgause’s crazed voice echoes over the field, and their attention is drawn back to the face off between Merlin, Morgana, Mordred, and the enemy.

“You can not beat me, not even with your precious pets!!”

The gang can hear Kilgharrah’s low growl at the insult and the sound vibrates across the ground and up into their very bones, even with the distance between them. Aithusa tenses in response, eyes narrowed and teeth bared as she detects the anger and insult swarming in her Kin, but Merlin holds a hand out to the Great Dragon, and both creatures relax as he monotonously responds:

“I’m giving you one chance, Morgause, do not send your followers to a pointless death.”

His tone is even and confident, his back straight, his head held high, and Arthur wonders how he’d never noticed Merlin’s obvious power before. Despite speaking normally, his voice is heard by everyone, even over the howling wind.

The knights can see Morgause’s hands shaking in her rage, her eyes wide and bright golden as she screeches her response, her anger showing through clearly:

“I am no coward!! You are nothing but a servant, a child soldier, and a pampered princess! What hope do you have against me?! I am a High Priestess, you are nothing!!!”

Merlin lowers his head, nodding slightly in resigned sadness. His muttered words, once again, somehow seem to echo across the field, and Arthur recoils at the grief in his tone:

“So be it.”

He slowly lifts his arm, holding it at a forty-five degree angle from the ground, his fingers splayed wide, and Elyan gasps, pointing wordlessly to the lightening dancing between his fingertips. Gwaine lets out a boisterous laugh, grinning as he realises with sudden clarity that Merlin is about to kick ass in a major way.

Arthur just gapes, struggling to process what was happening even as Gwaine whoops and Lancelot smiles proudly. The other knights are also staring, varying levels of confusion, awe, and happiness on their faces.

From where they’re standing, they can see Mordred and Morgana get into a fighting stance, though neither of them draw the swords they have hanging from their hips. Morgause lets out an ear piercing screech, this one wordless, giving the distinct impression that her mind had snapped under the weight of her fury. Her army begins their march forwards as she hurls a fireball the size of a horse straight for Merlin, but he simply twists his wrist sharply forwards. A bolt of lightening rips down from the sky, intercepting the fireball and forcing it to the ground where it explodes in a miniature storm of silver sparks and golden flames.

Morgause screams again, her and her army speeding up in their approach as Merlin gives some sort of unseen command. All of a sudden, Mordred gives a small leap forward, planting his feet firmly as he thrusts his hands towards the ground before ripping them up again; with the movement, the ground at his feet explodes, vines and rocks and roots bursting from the field in a sharp line heading straight for the army. Morgana, at the same time, swirls her arms gracefully around her head, a few sparks of fire lighting up in the darkness as if from the friction between her hands and the air. She brings her arms down again, completing the elegant flow, stepping forward as she blows harshly into her cupped hands. A great, hot fire bursts forth, huge and angry and writhing as it shoots towards the enemy.

A few feeble counter attacks are thrown from Morgause and the sorcerers she has in her ranks, but ultimately, the army can only look on in horror at their approaching deaths. After a few moments of Merlin staring proudly at Mordred and Morgana’s handy work as it rips apart the first few hundred soldiers, he takes his own step forward, raising his arm to the sky. Lightening dances between just his fingertips at first, then down his arm, then all over his body; he connects to the flashes in the sky, and he glows brighter and brighter until he thrusts both arms forward. A tornado of flashing, crackling light shoots out from his hands, striking down thousands of soldiers. Shards of lightening jump from enemy to enemy, leaving none untouched by magic, each being struck down by Mordred’s earth, Morgana’s fire, or Merlin’s sky.

The Camelot army can only stare on in shock and horror as the enemy is wiped out in minutes, screams of those being buried alive, burned as if on pyres, or fried from the inside out reverberating across the field. Arthur’s mouth hangs open, his eyes wide and frozen on Merlin as he conducts lightening as if it were what he was born to do. Something deep in Arthur’s soul tells him that this is what he was born to do.

Aithusa’s protection isn’t required; none of the enemy soldiers get within ten metres of Merlin and his pupils, let alone Arthur and the other knights, but she patrols the front edge of Camelot’s army regardless, nudging back those that step too far forward (everyone was too focused on The King’s manservant, knight, and half sister being... well... Godlike, to care about the fact that a Dragon was using her snout to gently push people around), always with one eye on Arthur, just like her master had asked.

Within minutes, the field goes almost silent; the only sounds to be heard are the gentle crackling of still-smouldering bodies, and the deep breaths of Morgause, Mordred, Morgana, and Arthur. Merlin seems entirely unbothered, his stance still strong and powerful where Mordred and Morgana sag slightly from the exertion.

Morgause falls to her knees, tears on her cheeks as she finally realises the power that she’s up against; Merlin tilts his head slightly before clicking his fingers. The four of them disappear in clouds of deep black smoke and Arthur struggles to stop himself from yelping and falling back when they reappear in front of him.

Morgause is still kneeling, Merlin in front of her with a blank expression on his face. Morgana stands to the side, her face an odd mix of sorrowfully defeated—Morgause was her sister after all—and vindictively victorious. Mordred stands at her shoulder, looking a lot more tired but still managing to stay upright as he gazes upon the scene with well put together indifference. Aithusa bounds over to be stood at her master’s side, and even Kilgharrah joins them, standing behind Aithusa a way’s off.

Morgause finally speaks through her deep breathing, staring up at Merlin in desperation:

“Who are you?”

Merlin just tilts his head and frowns slightly, crouching down to place a soft hand on her shoulder:

“Who do you think?”

Morgause sags even further, her tears streaming down her face as she almost whispers, her voice cracking:

“Emrys.”

Merlin nods slowly, looking to Arthur for the first time since the whole ordeal started. Arthur is taken aback at the shining gold of his eyes, but holds his gaze, gulping and waiting for his servant (?) to make the first move:

“Your orders, My Lord?”

Arthur takes a deep breath, looking first down at Morgause, who is staring at the floor blankly, then to Mordred and Morgana, who raise eyebrows at him, then Lancelot, who shrugs, and finally the other knights, who stare at him with wide eyes, waiting for his answer just as Merlin is. His hands clench at his side, but he looks back to the dark-haired man, his face determined and his voice strong:

“Your suggestion?”

Lancelot nods approvingly at Arthur’s obvious show of trust; the question is more than just a question, it’s a display that The King is treating Merlin like an advisor, asking for his counsel and trusting his allegiance in front of a crowd. Merlin smiles slightly, tightening his grip on Morgause’s shoulder, not that she notices:

“I’m not overly fond of execution, but we don’t have dungeons strong enough to hold her long term, and too many have suffered at her hand.”

Arthur nods, though he sheathes his sword. He takes a deep breath before his next instruction, knowing that this is... delicate, and important; a turning point in his Kingdom’s history:

“Make it merciful.”

Merlin holds in his proud smile and Morgause only has time to gasp quietly as his hand moves from her shoulder to her forehead. Her eyes roll back and she collapses to the floor, dead before she even hits the ground.

The Warlock spares the dead witch a quick, pitying glance, and the grief in his eyes, even after all she had done, is endearing, reminding everyone around them of the compassion Merlin is capable of. He stands quickly, but is careful not to make any of his moves too sudden, stepping away from the body and towards Arthur. His stance is strong once again, allowing some before unseen authority, confidence, power to shine through; Mordred and Morgana take their places either side of them, and even Aithusa sits up, tall and proud, as Kilgharrah edges forward slightly.

This is Merlin, showing off his army, presenting it to his King, offering it up for judgment. An army consisting of himself, his two apprentices, and two Dragons; not large, but likely the most powerful the land has ever known, and ever will know.

Arthur gulps, but meets Merlin’s golden gaze. The atmosphere is thick and charged and The King couldn’t pinpoint whether it was from the residual lightening still jumping between Merlin’s fingers, or the sheer power that was just displayed, seemingly effortlessly. He glances over the Warlock’s shoulder at the carnage behind him and can’t help but take a deep, fortifying breath. Merlin tilts his head, glancing at the massacre for just a moment before looking back with an almost repentant smile:

“I apologise for the theatrics,-”

He’s interrupted by Morgana’s whispered murmur of “I don’t, that was brilliant.” but ignores her:

“-but I can... fix that. If you like?”

Arthur frowns slightly, confused and so far out of his comfort zone that he doesn’t even want to hazard a guess at what Merlin might be implying. He feels a mould grow spontaneously in his gut, a horror with spores that spread throughout his bloodstream as he realises that... he doesn’t really know anything about magic, about how it works, about how Merlin is offering to use it. It had yet to occur to him to be afraid of Merlin, but the sudden realisation that he’d been persecuting his servant’s people with no real understanding of his own former hatred was... jarring.

The Warlock sees Arthur’s hesitation, widening his reassuring smile slightly as he repeats an earlier question, from a time that felt as though it had come years before, but was really only minutes. The discrepancy in timelines between Arthur’s head and the real world does not alter the King’s answer

“Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone.”

Merlin closes his eyes, holding his hands out to the side slightly as he lets out a deep breath. The storm, which Arthur and the knights had become entirely oblivious of despite it’s ruinous thunder and blinding flashes of lightening, quickly dissipates; blue sky and bright sun peek through the fading clouds. A gold shimmer ripples out across the ground from Merlin’s feet, spreading backwards like a wave over sand, turning pebbles and leaving the beach clean and fresh in it’s wake. The ground clears, bodies sinking into nothingness and fires being smothered by magic, even Morgause disappears into the dirt.

Arthur absentmindedly thinks that that could be seen as honorary or disgracing; he supposes it depends on what type of person you were before the end of your life. Merlin would see being entombed within the Earth itself as a blessing, he somehow thinks that Morgause, with her God complex and inflated feelings of infallibility, would find it... demeaning.

Merlin sags his head slightly, and when Arthur’s brain comes back into focus, mostly prompted by the gasping and widespread whispers of the uneasy army behind him, he sees that the barren fields of Camlann, soaked with blood and scorched by lightening, no longer exist. In their place was a vast meadow, bright with the colours of spring and summer; untameable wildflowers stood tall and crimson butterflies were the only reminders of the bloodshed that had watered this paradise before them.

Arthur feels the smile on his face before he had even made the conscious decision to smile, but he decides that today, of all days, he doesn’t mind accidentally wearing his heart on his sleeve. Trust Merlin to do something as unspeakable as rip an army to shreds with lightening, and then apologise for his dramatics by creating heaven on earth.

The King sighs before shaking his head slightly, letting out a short, disbelieving laugh. He can feel the sun on his skin, and his smile grows with the knowledge that the heat warming his cheeks was entirely unnatural for this time of year; Merlin really was pulling out all of the stops.

“You’re a gift to this world, Merlin.”

His voice comes out softly, as if he were afraid of ruining the peace, though he only adds to it; The King finally turns to his Warlock again and almost stumbles back at the immeasurable devotion shining from his now-blue-again eyes. His whispered response carries on the wind as if he were a part of it, and Arthur wonders just how much of this world Merlin has touched, just how much of this universe Merlin has created, extended himself to. Did the wind exist before Merlin? Did the sun? Did butterflies, or lightening, or the colour gold have any space in this universe before Merlin willed it? Gaius’ thick books say they have an answer, but Arthur thinks they might be lying:

“A gift to you, Arthur, only to you.”

THE END!

I’ve been looking forward to writing this one for a while, so I hope y’all liked it!! I LOVE writing BAMF!Merlin, (and BAMF!Mordred/Morgana as well so) :D

Same as always, you wanna extend it/write it properly/remix it, then that’s fine, but drop me message before hand and credit/tag me!! :)

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little-fics · 3 years ago

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glass

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: you break a plate on accident, your daddy and uncle Dean come to the rescue.

Warnings: age regression, broken plate, triggered reader, hints at abuse, blood, cut, anxiety/panic attack, I could've missed some so please babies, read at your own risk

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: really like this oneeeee, thanks for reading lovelies <3

You're walking through the kitchen, minding your own business, and you collide with the sharp corner of the table. The plate resting in your hand hit the floor, shattering. In a split second you're panicking, the sound of broken glass reminding you too much of your bad days.

Memories flooding through your head, voices booming all around you. You're looking at your hands, the slippery culprits now shaking like a leaf. Your vision is spotty, lungs burning, air barely coming in, face losing feeling soon. Your eyes move to the shattered ceramic, overflowing with tears now. You realize the 'mistake' you've made and start clumsily shuffling around. You're picking up the biggest pieces, placing them as soft as you can in your hand.

Sam instantly heard the plate break, immediately jumping up from his chair in the library. He was rushing to you, and when he arrived in the doorway, he takes in your rattling body. Your breaths are choked, whole body racking as you're picking up pieces of glass? Sam instantly rushed over to you, kneeling in front of you, "You with me baby?" A hand coming up inches away from the hand holding the pieces of glass, his other coming around to your shoulder.

As you're picking up a piece Sam places a hand on your shoulder and under your hand holding the glass as gently as possible, but it still scares you. You let out a loud gasp, clenching your hands together, another sob coming out of you, "I-I'm sorry-" He lifts you from your squatting position, pulling your legs around his waist. He's rubbing your back, whispering in your ear as he carried you, "Shhh, my little baby, nothing to be sorry about, you're okay, it's okay." You're sobbing, shaking, mumbling ''m sorry' over and over, you can't open your eyes, you're just stuck gripping onto him and struggling to breathe between broken sobs.

He sits you on the counter next to the sink, your legs and arms still around him. "Hey, baby," he's trying to reach you in your thoughts, "baby, can you look at me?" He's rubbing your back, feeling the wetness grow on his back, knowing he needed to check it. After about fifteen seconds, he decided he had to check your hand. He brought his hands to your ears, taking a deep breath and turning his head as far away from you as possible, "Dean!" His voice was dripping with fear and concern. Your body jolted when he did so, and he felt it, instantly consoling you, "Oh I know, daddy was so loud and it was scary. I know baby."

Dean does into the room, hearing your cries echoing through the room as he sees the back of Sam's shirt covered in blood that's coming from your hand? He's rushing over to you, softly speaking to you, his hand hovering over your wrist, "Hey, little one, wanna let Uncle Dean see your hand for a minute?" He gently grabs your wrist, slowly leading your away from Sam's neck.

You're starting to calm down, Sam's scent engulfing you, his words bringing you back to him. "It's okay bug, I now it's scary but daddy's here. Take a deep breath for me, come on." You're trying to follow along to him, Dean pulling your arm away from him bringing some feeling back into your arm. Your breathing is still scattered, but doesn't burn as bad, Sam's voice coming in clearer as you hear the water coming on. "You feel my hand on your back sweetness?" He makes big circles on your back, applying the slightest amount of pressure. You enjoy it for a moment, trying to take good breaths for your daddy, then nod to him. "You think you can tell me what letter I'm making?" You nod again, "Okay, remember to keep focusing on what I'm writing yeah?" Another nod, and as he starts drawing lines on your back water hits your hand causing you to let out a small cry and jerk your hand away from Dean.

"Hey, baby, you gotta let Dean make sure you're okay," his other hand is enclosing your face, kisses planting on top of your head, trying and succeeding in wrapping you in his love. He continues, "Focus on my hand baby, what letter is daddy drawing?" Dean's hand touching your wrist barely registers as you focus on the letter. You hiss at the water rushing over your hand again, shaking your head at Sam, letting him know you don't know the letter. "Okay, let me do it again," he traces two exaggerated lines on your back, forming a L. "What letter baby?" He is wiping away some stray tears as you choke out, "L."

Sam hums happily, "Such a good, smart girl, it was L!" His voice is soft and soothing, Deans movements on your hand becoming a little more noticeable as you start to breathe better. "Ready for the next one?" You nod keeping your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He traces a circle on your back, then a line, you shrug not sure, a little too distract by the thump thump thump of his heart. "Circle," he traces a circle, "and a line," he traces the line, repeating the letter once more. Your voice is wavering, not confident in yourself, "a?"

He rubs your back gently, delivering kisses where he can reach, "So smart! Let's see if we can get another, yeah?" You nod, Sam sensing the small amount of eagerness and feeling relieved that you're starting to get back to being his happy little girl. He starts a point at the top of your back, drawing straight down and circling back. I know that one, you thought happily. Your heart skips a beat, excited to show your daddy how smart you are. "That one's d!"

Sam smiles even though you can't see him, knowing that you're gonna be okay. He's been watching Dean, wanting to make sure you were okay. It was a long cut but not deep, spreading across the inside of your fingers. Fingers bleed bad, and look scarier than they are. "Okay, okay, you're too good at this!" A small nuzzle into his chest from you, the praise pleasing your tiny headspace. He traces a v with a tail on your back, causing you to giggle, "I know the word!" He chuckled, "There's more!" He see's your brows furrow in consideration before speaking solemnly, "Okay, papa, write it."

His heart swelled, his perfect baby makes him feel magic running through his veins. He traced, another vertical like and circle, opposite from the d, and you bounced on the counter. "Yes, daddy! I know it!" He glances at Dean, who is putting small gauze and tape over the slices on your fingers, Dean focused on his task, but smiling at you and Sam. Sam speaks softly, but with admiration, "Ya hear that Uncle Dean? My girls got it!" Dean's voice dripping excitement, "Well I don't know what it is! Tell me what it is sweet pea!"

"Issa ladybug right?" Sam quickly litters kisses all over your face and shoulders. Your arm moved around his waist, face burying into him as he makes you blush with his words, "Genius baby! So smart and perfect, did so good!" You're giggling at him, Dean letting go of your hand, "All patched up sweetheart. You wanna come with me and watch some toons while daddy cleans up?" You squeeze to Sam, not wanting to let go, causing his heart to break a little. "Baby, Daddy's got some blood-" you try to raise your head but he stops you, "Little girls are too small to see things like that, right angel?" You blush, nodding, "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl, now I need you to keep your eyes closed while Dean grabs you, real tight 'til he says okay?" You nod, placing tiny kisses on his chest. Dean reaches for you, your eyes close real, real tight. Dean takes Sam's place, moving you to the other side of the sink. Sam's hand didn't come off your back, gliding with Dean. "Good girl," he butterfly kisses your nose consistently, letting you return it with a giggle. "He's gonna clean your hand, and I'm gonna go clean up." He kisses your forehead and you whine when you feel him leave.

Dean is quickly rinsing off the dried blood on your other arm that transferred from your other hand as he shushes you, "I know bug, just a second." After he finishes, he prepares to lift you, speaking softly, "Keep those eyes shut darlin'." When you nod, he lifts you, carrying you out of the kitchen, careful to avoid the plate and blood in the floor. You feel him lean, but keep your eyes closed, clinging to him tightly. He straightens back up and walks you to the tv room, sitting on the couch softly.

"Alright baby," he tapped your shoulder twice with a feather tap, "open up." You lift your head, greeted with Deans wide smile and a lavender beaded pacifier in his hand. You hummed excitedly, bouncing up and whining slightly when he didn't give it to you. He puts it against your lips, your mouth happily taking it in and sucking on it, laying back down on him.

After no more than ten minutes, you're squirming. You want your daddy, not uncle Dean. "Peanut," Dean sighs, "daddy's coming, give him a minute, yeah?" You whine, fussing a bit, Dean stands with you, pushing your head into his neck. He starts pacing the room with you, bouncing you slightly. You're still squirming a little, trying to escape his grasp. "Wan' papa," you whisper, Dean feels a tear slip onto his shoulder and he's shushing you. "He's coming baby, he's gotta get real clean! You don't like when daddy's stinky do you?" You giggle a little, shaking your head, "No stinky papa." Dean coos at you, "That's right little girl, daddy needs to get to smelling good again, doesn't he?" That elicits a heavier laugh from you, tucking yourself back into his neck.

Around ten minutes after that, Sam walks in, holding a pair of rainbow leggings and one of his t-shirts. His hand comes to your back, nodding you out of your sleepy state, and you're instantly reaching for his arms. "Papa," your hands find his shoulders to support yourself while you transfer arms. "I know baby," he's holding you now, but it's short lived when he gently sets you on the couch. You're whining and whimpering, reaching out to him, being careful not to squeeze your sore little fingers. He shakes his head, "No baby, don't you wanna get these uncomfy clothes off of you?" When he says that you realize how tight the clothes you're wearing are, how rough they feel against your skin. You're suddenly squirming, pulling at your clothes messily.

"Oh little girl, arms up now." He's speaking softly but sternly, causing you to stop moving and lift your arms. He picks up your shirt, lifting it up over your face and back down, making silly faces at you repetitively, "Where my baby?" the shirt is covering your face, "There she is!" He moves the shirt out of the way again, only stopping when your giggles die down. He slides his shirt on you, it was a little oversized on him, it swallows you. You're bunching it in your hands, whining when he pulls down your rough blue jeans. He slides the leggings on, the soft, stretchy material making you kick your legs playfully.

Once the leggings are all the way up, Sam grabs your ankles, laughing at you, "Oh! Daddy's got you now little ladybug, what you gonna do?" You giggle at him, a blessed sound to Sam and Dean, twisting your body in unnatural ways to try and escape the mean ankle monster. "Papaaaa," you kick your legs a little seriously, causing Sam to raise his eyebrows, a test telling you that you know better than to hit your daddy. "Pease papa, jus' wan' you hol' me." You reach your arms up and Sam's heart melts.

He tickles up your legs, grazing your sides, causing you to twist and turn again, before he's lifting you by your underarms, putting you around his waist. Dean comes in, you're not sure when he left, but he's got your favorite spaceship sippy cup and your reaching for it. He laughs, handing it to you as Sam sits with you. "I thought we could watch Tink, you wanna watch Tink peanut?" You nod at Dean, he presses a kiss to your cheek and plays the movie, Sam letting you adjust so you can watch the television.

Despite your sore hand, it was going to be a good day with your daddy and uncle Dean. They know when you need extra attention, know when you're gonna be their little baby and they wouldn't change it for the world. They just wish that you wouldn't have regressed this way, forced by a trigger violently. They know you're hurting so they're gonna be by your side all day long.

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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First Kiss! Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2 will include Sky, Legend and Time

Content under the cut!

Sky

Walking through the town was something mundane and simple.

Walking through town hand in hand with your boyfriend Sky was comforting, a journey and a delight.

You always seemed to see things differently when he was around and you’re not sure why but walking with him always made things look brighter, happier, more enjoyable. You never wanted it to end.

The two of you turned into the town square and watched the others of the group disperse into the natural inclinations for civilization. You laughed and leaned against Sky as they went away, the two of you not having a destination in mind.

“I don’t actually want to do anything right now.” Sky admitted as you walk. “Is there something you had in mind or can we go?”

You hum and think for a moment and realize that there’s not much you think the town can offer you at the moment that would be worth staying and shake your head. “Nope. I’m good.”

Sky smiled and begins to drag you along to the outer rings of the place, making random turns at random times just trying to create distance no matter how imaginary.

“I thought we were leaving.” You snort and stop in your tracks, keeping Sky from moving forward.

Sky blushes a little and uses his other hand to scratch the back of his head. “I realized we would need to check in with someone and I didn’t know where any of them went. So-”

“So we can’t leave because someone could go looking for us?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah...”

You snort and cover your mouth with your free hand. “I should have known.”

“What?”

“You’re too much of a good boy to just ditch people.” You grin and tilt your head. ”Which is cute but I should have known there’s no way you’re a bad boy, even for as something as trivial as knowing where we are.”

You shake your head good naturedly and feel Sky get closer. “Honestly I should have-”

Sky gets into your personal space and the close proximity stuns you into silence.

Sky raises an eyebrow and leans even closer. “I can be a bad boy, if I wanted to.”

The air suddenly feels charged and while you’re not sure with what, you somehow manage to get your tongue working again to shape the words you need to say. “No offence dear, but I doubt that.”

Sky leans in and you lean back to gain some space, less he collide with your face only to feel your back collide with a wall behind you.

You’re trapped.

You gulp and look up into Sky’s eyes with confusion, only marginally intimidated by his actions.

Sky smirks and you feel a blush cover your face as you bite your lip. You look down out of embarrassment and try to figure out what’s going on with your heart at the same time. Sky finally lets go of your hand and brings his arm over your head to rest his weight on it, his other hand coming up to put a finger under your chin, lifting it just a little higher for you to properly look him in the eyes.

The action combined with the somewhat devilish look on his face and his action have you go weak in the knees and you press yourself deeper into the wall for some semblance of stability.

Sky looks you up and down at the sight and tilts his head, the smirk ever present.

He’s enjoying this.

Your heart is pounding, all you seem to hear is your blood rushing in your ears and your whole body feel too warm and ice cold at the same time.

Sky leans into your face and you can feel his breath on your cheeks as he places little butterfly kisses against you. He brushing his nose against yours on accident but it fails to feel that way. If anything it makes the moment more intimate and charges something in you.

The little kisses he leaves on your face are a kind of sweet torture you’re not sure you can bare for any longer.

You gulp and flutter yours eyes open- not sure when you closed and gasp for a breath. “Oh my god, kiss me.”

Sky stills and you think you might have pushed something just before he angles himself in front of you again and presses his lips against yours.

Your close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling.

Your hands travel up his check and rest on his shoulders before closing in by his collar bone and snaking behind his head to tangle themselves in his hair.

Sky keeps his arm on the wall but uses his other hand to tilt your head even higher, pushing himself against you as he kisses you deeper.

A loud cough has the two of you jumping away from each other and you can’t help feeling a little pissed that someone interrupted your moment.

There stands Time, a smirk and knowing look in his eye. “Pardon the interruption, but I believe I was tasked to bring Sky to Warrior for a consultation. That is.... unless you’re busy.”

Sky coughs and steps away from you. “No, I... I can go.”

You glare at Time, not at all subtle in your intentional message you’re trying to send.

Time holds back his snickers... barely. “Good. I’ll him know you’re on your way.”

Sky blushes at being caught and laughs a bit when he sees you. “We’ll continue later.”

You blink and only then feel a little shame at also being caught- or it shame for how much you enjoyed it.

You nod at Sky and watch him- his phantom touch still on you.

You collapse against the wall and sigh.

That was not what you were expecting.

Legend

Running.

You and Legend were running through the castle trying to lose the tail of the guards that have found out that you two were very much not supposed to be there. Your party clothes billowed behind you and your steps echoed through the mostly empty hallways, more of them thundering behind you as more guards joined the cause.

“This is the last time I follow you blindly, Link.” You hiss and nearly trip over yourself.

Legend spins with little to no trouble at all and grabs your shoulder, helping you get back onto your feet and throwing you in front of him.

“It’s not like I asked for this.” Legend hisses back to you and pushes you to keep running through the hallways.

You want to stop and breath and leave but you’re lost and Legend knows this place better than you do so you’re stuck with him if you want to survive and not get caught.

Without waring Legend pulls you into a sharp turn and closes a door you didn’t notice behind you only stopping at the last moment to not slam it and instead rest it gently, closing even the small gold threaded curtain over the little peep window.

Around you is a somewhat closed off spiral stair case and another door in front of you that leads into another unknown area but you can hear people.

You’re still not safe but no one seems to have heard you come in just yet.

“This must be one of the servant stairwells.” Legend says as he pants, resting his hands on his knees. You had though that when Legend had first appeared next to you in his finery that he was very handsome. And even when he’s all disheveled and exhausted, you still find yourself appreciating how every curve and sharp angle is accentuated by the outfit.

But this isn’t the time for that.

“Can we get out through here?” You ask, leaning up against the wall. there’s not a lot of space between you and Legend where you stand but you’re too tired to compute it at the moment.

“Not without getting seen by more people.” Legend sighs. “We’ll just wait for the guards to pass and then head out the other way.”

You nod and continue to pant, placing your hand over your heart as if that would stop it from beating out of your chest.

Legend takes a few more breaths and walks over to stand next to you and places his weight against the wall as well. He opens his mouth to say something before abruptly shutting it with a click and forcing you to duck down as well when you hear the guards that were chasing you just outside the door that hide you from their gaze.

You stop breathing entirely, leaning closer to Legend who places himself between you and door.

You wait.

They leave.

The two of you nearly collapse into each other when you hear them take their leave to continue their search for you somewhere else.

You both stand up again and Legend reaches for the door.

Someone begins coming down the stairs.

Your eyes widen, body ready to run out the door but you’re being pressed against the wall with Legend on top of you before you can think of moving a muscle.

Legend presses his lips against yours and traps your body there with his own. He attempts to coax a response out of you as the steps continue to descend, his hand burring itself into your hair as the other pulls you closer by your hip.

Your eyes flutter close and your hands come up to cradle his face, kissing him back like you’ve been wanting to do the entire night.

Legend groans a little as he deepens the kiss and angles you closer to his body.

You begin running your hands all over him, trying to map out his curves and angles that you’ve eyeing the entire night with your hands.

Legend responds favorably and even bites your lip when you refuse to let him kiss you even deeper.

“UM!” A voice squeaks. “My apologies but uh... you can’t be here.”

You break away and Legend turns around to address the poor maid that had caught you two.

“Sorry.” He flushes and waves her away. “We’ll be on our way. We didn’t know.”

You swear you blush all the way to your feet and can’t even bring yourself to look the poor girl in the eye as you both leave.

Legend subtly looks around for anyone who might still looking for you even you both leave and you both calmly leave the stairwell and the maid and begin to make your way out of the castle.

You hand finds its way to your mouth, the phantom touch of his lips on yours still tingling in the present moment because of it.

“I’m sorry.” Legend blurts in the quiet moment, his face a deep red as he looks down. “I panicked... but that doesn’t make that ok. It was the heat of the moment but... I probably could have found another solution or maybe we could have just ran.”

You bite your lip and hold your hands behind your back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“I just assaulted you-”

“You’re a good kisser-”

You both stop in your tracks and stare at each other wide eyed.

“What did you just say?” You speak at the same time.

You gulp and shake your head. ”I didn’t think you... If I didn’t want you to...Um...” You look away first and try to hide behind your hair. “I wanted to kiss you all night, so.... I’m not complaining.”

“You- you did?”

You blush deeper and try to walk away from him as you talk, as if that would negate how he would still be able to hear you even now that you’re both outside. “For awhile now actually, but.... uh... you look very handsome like that, so the urge was stronger than usual.”

Legend doesn’t say anything for a while but you keep walking, trying to get away from the awkwardness Your friendship is going to change after this night and you can feel it. You just don’t want to acknowledge it.

It was a good kiss.

Footsteps begin thundering behind you and you turn around to see what’s got Legend in a panic before he tackles you to the ground- ruining your party clothes in the dirt before trapping your lips against his again.

He lifts himself off of you as he pants. “You can’t just say that and then leave.”

“I wasn’t trying-”

“You look gorgeous tonight, it was so hard to control myself.” He kisses you again.

You blink and stare into his eyes when he lifts himself off of you for the second time, letting a moment of silence over you before you take a breath. “Kiss me again.”

He grins and leans down.

If this is the change to your relationship, let it be known that you’re certainly not complaining.

Time

You sigh and watch the sun set just beyond the mountains in the west.

Every bone in your body felt tired and sore and there was nothing else that you wanted to do. You thought that one more person wanted to talk to you today you were going to lose it.

Time comes to sit next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. He leans over to look in your eyes before he nods to himself and shifts his weight so that he sits with his front to your side.

Gently he coaxes you to move around also and you follow his lead without much question.

As soon as you’re with your back to him, his hands comes to rest on your shoulder and begin to knead.

You almost groan with the immediate pleasure and relief it brings you but the others are still nearby and you don’t want to give them any ideas.

You have no idea how he does it but Link always seem to know what you need without you saying anything and even before you even know.

You sigh and try to relax even further under his touch.

Time continues with his massage and travels all over your shoulders, upper back and neck.

Your eyes close and you lean back after a few minutes of this, right into Time’s lap. “Thank you.” You say and smile more genuinely toward him. “You didn’t have to but I feel better now.”

“Good.” He says and plays with the hair that falls over his leg. “You looked tense.”

“Everything was sore and not happy with me.” You blinked your eyes open and look up into his. “That felt nice.”

“Well you’re welcome.” He smiles back.

You grin and sit up again much to the protest of the rest of your muscles. With a small shimmy, you turn around and hop up to place a little kiss on Time’s cheek before you lose your nerve. “Payment.”

You don’t know where your boldness comes from but you’re not so shameless as to kiss Time fully while the whole group is very much nearby.

Time stills completely before he stands up after you.

You attempt to walk away and go back to the group before he can say anything but he catches your hand and pulls you back with a spin, trapping you with an arm behind your back and your chest against his.

You blush at the close proximity and try to pull away. “Time, the boys-”

Time lets go of the hand behind your back to free that up but he instead rests his hands on your waist and pulls you flush against him. “What about them? I believe that if that was the payment that you’re a little short on the change.”

He’s smirking when he says this.

He leans down and brushes his nose against yours. “If you’re ok with it that is.”

You gulp and stare at him wide eyed. You bite your lip in thought and you can see Time glance down at the subtle movement.

You grin and push yourself into him, closing the distance between you two with more vigor than either of you expected. The force pushes Time back a step and you throw your arms around him to stabilize yourself.

He kisses you back with as much passion as you want to believe he’s been holding back. You start to crumble from under him and he follows you down when your knees fail you, bending over to keep kissing you, to kiss you deeper and to pull you closer even if you’re bent in half at this point.

You don’t care.

Together, you lose yourselves in each other and try to memories each factor of him.

The broadness of his chest, the way his toned arms hold you, the way his lips move against you and your skin and how he moves from your lips to your neck-

“Oh for crying out loud- GET A ROOM!” Legend yells from across the camp and you pull away from time in shock.

Time calmly looks over and pulls you back on to your feet again. “Do you see one?”

“Time.” You whisper yell and smack his arm a little, your blush on your face clear as day even as the sun sets beyond the horizon.

He smirks and turns back to you, capturing one more kiss from you before he steps away with a low and frankly dangerous kind of chuckle. “Later.”

“Later?” You looks after him and cover you lips with your finger tips. “What do you mean by later?”

Time doesn’t turn around to answer you ad you don’t know if you’re excited for it or too embarrassed at the blatant wanton behavior of yours to even think beyond anything than going to bed and starting the next day.

Who are you kidding?

How are you going to sleep when time has frankly put your mind on over drive that that?

It’s going to be a long night.

Part 3

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