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cloudy-leonhart · 4 years ago

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I JUST READ YOUR VETERANS WITH FILIPINO S/O AND IM SO PROUD WCEIWVEHHW, can i also request a veteran reaction to like, their s/o gets flirted with a guy and their s/o is totally oblivious. (also, nanaba is very cute, ate nana 😭✊)

wait but this is such a good request 🥺 maybe that’s just me, I like jealous headcanons lmao-

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AOT VETERANS JEALOUS HCS WITH OBLIVIOUS S/O!!

[author note: I have a few fic requests in my inbox rn! Please dw if u requested a fic, it takes me a little longer to write fics than headcanons so please don’t think I’m ignoring your request! I also had to rewrite this, I had a bad weekend and tumblr keeps deleting my drafts but I still want to provide for my followers, so I apologize that it’s only half of the veterans! I’ll add Nanaba and Moblit once I do get the motivation too! ]

Summary: S/O get’s flirted with, vets are big jealous babies.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Recommended Song: How Long - Charlie Puth.

TW: some swearing, suggestive themes, yucky boys hitting on you.

Theme: Fluff, canonverse.

Characters: Erwin, Hange, Levi, Miche.

Erwin Smith

Honestly even he couldn’t tell at first that the noble man (lets call him, Gene.) you were talking to was flirting with you.

You were absolutely oblivious, you think Gene is just having a conversation with you and Gene thinks you like him.

When Erwin notices it, at first he’s like “hmm, maybe Reader’s talking business with him.” And then Gene kissed the back of your hand, in which he felt his eye twitching. He started pouting really bad, he looked like a kicked puppy from across the ballroom. He didn’t want to be rude, so he kept reassuring himself that it was a friendly gesture.

You were absolutely clueless, like “this is fine.” clueless. You had no idea Gene was trying his hardest to court you. Until You felt Erwin behind you, that is.

You know those big coughs that you do to get someone’s attention. Yeah, Erwin coughed REALLY loud. Mind you, Erwin probably towers most nobles. So imagine the face on Gene when he saw this tall, titan-slaying commander towering over him. I think he almost peed his pants honestly, he was like “uh..it was nice meeting you, miss Last name, but uh..I- I uhm.. Igottago-“

Yeah he speed-walked his scared ass outta there, you were kinda just like “what?” You saw Erwin’s shadow and just turned around with the cutest smile on your face.

“Erwin!” You chirped, he softened his glare on the noble and looked at you, cue his pout coming back. “You really didn’t know?”

“Know what?” You asked, walking with him, hand in hand. You guys were walking back to your carriage to go home for the night.

“Reader, he was flirting with you, quite literally trying to court you.” Erwin groaned, his jealousy starting to show. You were still a bit confused, so you just stared at him with a blank expression.

“He was just being nice Erwin, come on.” You nudged his arm, trying to get him to loosen up, he looked at you, in which you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, in response he groaned, being a sucker for your puppy dog eyes.

He huffed, “you’re staying back at the headquarters from now on.” Your eyes widened slightly, “What?! Why?!” You shook him arm. “Because I don’t want you being flirted with, you’re mine reader, and I’m yours.” Erwin squished your cheeks together.

“Owf Cwouse I’m youws-“ you took his hands off your cheek. “You’re the only man for me,” you laughed as you entered the carriage.

“Now get in, I’m feeling a little empty inside and you’re the only who can fix that.”

Levi Ackerman

Oh dear, if you’re willing to flirt with the Levi Ackerman’s S/O, you’re basically asking for a death wish.

He usually isn’t too jealous when it comes to someone flirting with his S/O genuinely because he’s either busy doing something or he isn’t there at all but...

He’s not called Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. Both of you were in charge for training the cadets. You were known for your kind behaviour, so obviously a lot of the cadets would ask for your training.

In which Levi was okay with because, duh less work for him. He was doing fine until he glanced at you and saw a male cadet getting a little too close. (calling him, Sam.)

You guys were in a secret relationship at the time, he didn’t want anyone teasing you or him about anything so both of you kept it a secret.

See, he regrets that decision right now because it’s really a pain in the ass to see Sam acting like he doesn’t know the moves when he knows damn well he taught the brat those moves a week ago.

So with a clenched jaw, he glared at Sam as you were behind the cadet, teaching him the same move Levi taught him.

Levi looked across the field to see you behind Sam, helping him strike his punch correctly, he felt angered and a little jealous, watching you be so touchy with him.

He sighed and shook his head, trying to calm himself to keep him from doing something, that is until he watched as Sam tripped you just so he could “catch” you. He caught you in those romantic poses.

You weren’t really paying attention to what he was trying to achieve and instead thanked him, unaware of his plan to kiss you. You tried to get out of Sam’s hold, until you realized that Sam was getting close to you.

You were about to start freaking out until someone pulled you into their arms, you looked at your “saviour”’s face, seeing it’s Levi. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to a section commander, cadet?” Sam gulped, walking back. “Just making sure captain Reader’s okay, captain Levi.” Sam saluted, sweating profusely.

“That requires you tripping them and almost kissing them?” Levi’s eyebrow raised as his arm tightened against your waist, that’s when a lightbulb lights up in your mind, ‘Is..is Levi jealous??’ “uh well-” Sam tried to explain himself, “I taught you this move last week, you have no excuse to ask for captain Reader’s help.”

A scowl was long planted on Levi’s face. Sam scoffed, “Okay, so I wanted to court captain Reader, but Sir, they’re single, you can’t blame for wanting to court them.” Levi took a step forward, you prevented him from beating Sam up.

“They’ve got a boyfriend.” He spat out, basically death staring Sam down. “And who’s that?” Sam laughed out.

Levi clicked his tongue, before you knew it, Levi’s lips were on yours. “Me.” He stated.

Hange Zöe

Hange, they usually are chill most of the times, to be honest they don’t get too jealous, it’s only when it’s painfully obvious, that’s when it starts to tick them off.

I mean, making Levi Ackerman mad is one thing, but Hange?? I’m already planning your funeral. One of the corps’ rules, never ever make Hange Zöe mad.

It does not help when their S/O absolutely is oblivious.

Hange starts off with being a little skeptical and glancing at you from afar. then it becomes a stare once in a while, and then their mood gets soiled.

they start to become irritated, at this one garrison squad member (let’s name him Avery) talking with you. You should actually be helping them with their experiments.

And they snap when they see you being offered a flower.

Little clueless Reader, just confirmed Avery’s death, it’s been signed this point on.

You could hear AND feel Hange’s stomps nearing both you and Avery.

God help the poor garrison member, because they’re about to be sent to heaven with how jealous and irritated Hange is.

“Hey, Avery.” Hange’s voice cut through your guys’ conversation, “Hange!” you chirped, holding onto the flower Avery had gifted you. “Hange! You’ve met Reader here right?” Avery asked, also unaware of Hange’s attitude.

“yes, they’re actually my partner.” Hange’s teeth was gritted as they took their rightful place beside you, pulling you close. Cue the awkward silence, “Oh my god, Hange I’m so sorry, I thought they were you know-” Hange didn’t even let him finish.

“Just get the fuck out, Avery.” Hange gave him a glare that almost made Avery shit his pants. “Yes captain!” He saluted and left before Hange could murder him. “What was that about, Hange?” You asked as they took the flower out of your hand.

“He was courting you, and you were letting him, darling.” Hange stated, as you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh! I’m sorry Hange! Darn it, I’m so oblivious.” You scolded yourself.

“It’s good you can still remember that you belong to me.” Hange continued, inspecting the flower gifted to you. “Of course, you only, Hange.” You agreed, looking at them.

“Wanna prove it to me then, Reader?”

Miche Zacharias

Miche is kind of like a grizzly bear, you should never be around him when he’s mad or jealous.

He tends to be more aggressive when it comes to him being irritated, I don’t mean to headcanon him as a wolf, but I know he just growls when a little thing goes wrong.

He’s possessive over you now, but now he’s basically just suffocating you with his over-protectiveness.

I feel as if he can tell when someone has some kind of weird scent, and it basically spoils everything he can smell.

He tends to hover around you once he gets jealous, he’ll get clingy and probably need to have you touching him somehow, holding hands, side by side. He just needs to be touching you.

He’s the type of person to also just, push away who ever you’re talking with, and just drag you away.

One time, you and him went on a date and the person who worked there hit on you right in front of him, Miche made him almost piss his pants.

Miche and you were out at an event for survery corps members, celebrating your recent successes with your latest expedition. Miche was with Erwin and Levi while you chatted up a storm with a noble named Walter.

Miche could feel himself about to break his glass, watching you and Walter laugh together. “So, are you seeing anyone?” Walter asked, you stopped laughing, shocked that he’d ask you that question out of nowhere.

“What?-” At this point Walter had a hold of both of your hands, you were absolutely still in place, “Actually don’t mind that, can I court you?” A big smile was on Walter’s face, wondering about your answer. “I-”

“You actually can’t, they have a boyfriend.” Miche had long appeared behind you, towering over both you and Walter. You closed your eyes, in a bit of relief, “Yes, this is Miche, he’s a section commander and my boyfriend.” You smiled, hooking your hand with Miche’s, silently hoping that Walter would leave you both alone.

“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, I thought you didn’t have a partner, that’s my fault.” Walter quickly apologized, seeing how intimidating Miche was. “well, I-..I should go, it was lovey meeting you and your boyfriend, Reader.” Walter speed-walked his way out of his situation, leaving you with a pouty and jealous Miche.

“Why talk to those who look like they have it tiny, Reader?”

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sunnyoldbear · 3 years ago

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Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified.

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them.

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there.

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days.

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something.

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does.

Gains quite a bit of muscle

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot!

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts!

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

#luca movie #Luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #giulia's mom #death tw #maybe? just in case

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mudhornchronicles · 4 years ago

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dreamboat | greaser!frankie morales | part one

pairing: francisco “catfish” morales x reader; greaser!frankie x reader

warnings: smoking, drinking, swearing, lewd comments, mentions of racism.

a/n: We got ourselves a series, ya’ll. I cannot wait until chapter 2. I present to you – Greaser!Frankie Morales

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You gently close the door as your mother leans over to wind down the passenger side window. “You will be fine, sweetheart. It is absolutely normal to feel nervous! It is your first day after all.”

You nod and feel your tied hair bound up and down. The white ribbon falls on your cheek and you push it back. “I understand, mother. It’s just different than my previous school, that’s all.”

“And they taught you how to be a lady, did they not? You are properly educated, unlike these individuals. Now smooth your skirt down before it wrinkles. First impression matter, correct? I will see you after school. I love you!”

You tell your mother you love her too as you smooth down your white full-circle skirt and adjust your two notebooks on your arm. You wave a goodbye to your mother and watch as she drives her 1953 pastel yellow Pontiac your father had gifted her for her birthday.

You turn and take a good look at your new school and you immediately feel out of place. The cream-colored cement building looks old, but the lawn looks taken care of. The sounds of revving engines and the smell of cigarette smoke abuse your ears and nose. You are most definitely not used to those aspects of the place. Your old school was strict about noises and smells. The only smell they wanted lingering the air was that of perfume and the sound of the girls talking about the school curriculum.

What you see here would give the mistresses a stroke. You see couples shoving their tongues down each other’s throats, students smoking on campus, hot rods racing up and down the streets, and the boys throwing such obscene comments. As you walk up the path towards the building’s entrance, your eyes fall upon a group of five boys whose comments make a chill run up your spine.

“Hey paper shakers,” one calls out. “Why don’t cha shake those pom poms over in this direction? I’ll give ya somethin’ good to cheer about!” The guys snicker to each-other as Benny jokingly thrusts at the cheerleaders. The group hollers at the cheerleaders as they shout insults at the boys and run into the school’s building. You notice that four of them continue to laugh and yell other comments at the athletes, but the fifth just looks around and appears to shy away from joining his friends.

Dressed in black jeans, a white tee, and a worn black leather jacket, Frankie tries to hide away from his brothers’ banter. He never understood why they talk to betties the way they do and then complain that they don’t have a doll around their arm. Pope seems to be the one who is a bit like him, but that’s only because he’s felt the uncomfortableness on the receiving of impudent comments. Being Latino in this town wasn’t the most welcoming while growing up. His family was always met with derogatory comments just because of their appearance. He never understood why people thought it was okay to jump his father every other night on his way back home from work. He never understood why his mother was always denied jobs because she had an accent. He never understood why he rarely had friendships that lasted because their parents said that they couldn’t hang out with the “brown boy.”

Once he grew up, he understood what the concept of racism was. When he met Santiago, or Pope as Frankie called him, he learned that Santiago’s family left his town because they were threatened and when they wouldn’t leave, their house was broken into. The pair soon became best friends and were able to fight off their bullies with each other’s help.

Frankie had never been one to initiate a fight, but he would be the one to end it. Benny was always the fighter. Whether it was his battle or not, he would always be up to throw the first punch. When they made it to freshman year, the boys decided it would be best to create a group of friends that they could lean on when times got tough and to their luck, they met the Miller brothers, Will and Benny, and Tom, also known as Redfly.

You took a deep breath and clutched your books to your chest. You slowly walked up the stairs and as you revert your eyes down to the floor as you tried not to bump into someone and walked past the group – that was until you heard “hey there doll face, where’d you come from?”

You look up to see a tall blonde, younger than the other blonde, snicker at himself and wink at you. You look around to make sure the comment was directed at you and the group laughs. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ to ya sweetheart. I’m guessin’ yousa newbie?” You widen your eyes and steadily nod.

One of the brunettes steps up to you, takes his toothpick out his mouth and replaces it with a cigarette. He takes a deep inhale and blows the smoke in your face. You wave you hand in front of your face and cough as he lets out a laugh. “You that chick that escaped Saint Catherine’s?”

You shrug and nod once more, but with a grimace etched on your face. He raises his cigarette back into his mouth and puts his hand out to you for a handshake – you reciprocate the handshake.

“The name’s Tom, but you, pretty lady, can call me Redfly. Those two over there is Benny and his brother Will. This one behind me,” he points towards one of the two other brunettes, “this one’s Santiago, but call him Pope. You’re familiar with those religious names, right?” This comment earns him an eye roll from you, but it also earns him a scoff from the final member of his little clique.

Tom turns around and looks at his friend. “You trynna say somethin’, ‘Fish?” The brunette smirks and shakes his head. Tom lets out a “hmph” and nods. “This one’s Frankie. We call him Catfish because he may seem like a kicked puppy dog, but the guy can fuck someone up if he really gotta.” You nod and look over to Frankie and find that he’s already looking at you.

You notice just how right Tom was when he described Frankie as a puppy dog. Frankie’s eyes are brown deep-set eyes are captivating. His lips are pink and plush – making you want to give him a big ol’ kiss. His rugged hair calls out to your hands to run your fingers through it. You suddenly lost the ability to speak, so you resulted in clumsily wave a hello, but resulting in your books falling to the ground.

You began to kneel over to pick them up, but a hand stopped you from doing so. Frankie bent over to pick up your things, dusted them off, and handed them to you. What you didn’t see was the boys smiling at seeing their brother be dumbstruck over a girl.

You took your books back with a shy thank you to Frankie and him saying “no problem.” He caught sight of your schedule you received in the mail the day prior and smiles to himself.

“I see you have World History first. Is it with Robinson? May I?” He puts his hand out for your schedule that is taped on the front of your notebook. You pass him your blue notebook and he starts to analyze your schedule. Once he’s satisfied, he gives you back your notebook. “I have classes near yours. I can walk you if you’d like?” Before you’re given the opportunity to answer, Frankie’s friends burst out into laughing fit so loud, the students passing by look over to see the cause of the sound – looking right back to where they were when they see who it was.

“Whatcha gonna do, ‘Fish?” Will teases, “gonna take the new girl on a grand tour of the school? She don’t look the type to give it up behind the bleachers, pal.” Frankie turns red and stutters his denial of the accusation. The boys laugh at him as he nervously tugs on his leather jacket.

“I’d love if you would, Frankie. I haven’t a clue where I’m going, and I really don’t want to get lost on my first day.”

“Yeah, sure. That’s cool.” Frankie nods and stuffs his hands in his pocket.

“Ya might wanna go now, ‘Fish. Princess here ain’t gonna wanna be late,” Tom teases. Tom nudges his head towards the other side of the building. “Let’s go Bandits. Teach’ aint gon’ misses us too much. We’ll see ya in a bit, Frankie.” The boys walk away with Pope and Will giving Frankie a pack on the back with a chuckle – leaving you and Frankie alone on the steps.

“Are they not going to class? It’s the first day and they’ll make a bad impression on their first period instructor.” You ask. You wonder why the boys wouldn’t go to their homeroom, especially being the first day of class.

“They’ll get there… eventually. We can go though. I don’t wanna make ya late or anythin’.” He gestures for you to start walking in front of him, but you won’t walk until knowing something first.

“Frankie, will you be going to homeroom? They said they would see you in bit. Are you just taking me to my classroom and skipping your first period?”

Frankie gets red and shakes his head furiously. “Nah, I ain’t those idiots. My parents would flip their shit if I had to retake a year.” You smile up at him and nod. You reach out to take his arm, as your old school taught you a gentleman should, and were shocked when Frankie pulled away as you touched his arm.

“Sorry, doll. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“I was just taking your arm, is all.” You cocked your head to the side. Every man you’d been escorted by has always given you their arm.

It was his turn to act confused. He knew exactly what you were doing and why, but he had a reputation to uphold and it wasn’t him being a gentleman. “What does that mean? Whatcha takin’ my arm for, doll?”

“Nevermind. Shall we?”

Frankie leads you into the crowded building. Students were running everywhere, and voices drowned the pair of you. He takes you to the second level of the building and leads you down the hall and taking a sharp left. You’re a bit lower than he is, but with each step, you start to really get a good luck at the back design on his jacket.

“What does Bandits mean?” Frankie turns around and by instinct, looks at the back of his jacket.

“It’s our group. Call ourselves The Bandits,” he says with “The Bandits” in air quotations.

You stifle a giggle, and he smiles showing of his dimple on his right cheek.

“Yeah, Pope came up with it. I just ran with it.”

“Do you steal?”

“Nah. Pope just thought it sounded cool. Redfly wanted the name “The Unarrestables,” but got arrested two weeks later for mailboxing 7 blocks.” You let out a loud laugh, covering your face with your notebooks, and Frankie looks over at you and smiles. He hasn’t been able to laugh the way he just did in a long time. As you share a funny story about your former mistress skirt being caught in a window, the two of share more laughs as you ultimately arrive at your homeroom’s door.

“Here we are. Room 249… World History with Lloyd Robinson. I’ll come back for you after class to take you to second period. That cool with ya?” You smile and nod. You’re a bit sad that you made it so soon, but quickly disappears when he mentions coming back for you.

“That sounds great, Catfish. Thank you very much.” He lets out a chuckle and nods at you.

“You can call me Frankie. I like the way you say it, doll.” Just as he starts to walk away, a voice makes him freeze in place and slowly turn back around.

“Mister Morales, will you not be joining us today or is your cigarette of much more importance?”

“Mister Robinson. How’s the new kid?” Frankie nervously scratches the back of his head.

“Frankie, get in this classroom or you’ll receive a failing grade starting now.” Mister Robinson gives you a warm smile in comparison to his frown towards Frankie and goes back into the classroom.

“Wait a minute. You have the same homeroom as I do? You said yours was near!”

He sighs and holds his hands up in surrender. “I guess I’ve been caught. We have the same classes, lucky you.”

“But this is AP World History.”

“Just because the guys I run with don’t give a shit, don’t mean I don’t either.”

You stand in front of him and cross your arms underneath your breasts – eyes narrowed and staring into his. “You are just full of surprises aren’t you, Frankie Morales.”

He looks deep into your eyes and smirks. He adjusts his jacket and runs a hand in his hair. He reaches for the handle and opens the door open for you.

“Ladies first, doll.”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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CALI COAST.

Filip “Chibs” Telford x Reader

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Driving the car crane, carrying a blue sedan that you were trying to seize for three days, but the owner was such a dickhead till he finally pissed you off and you had to point him with a gun. Tig told you to do it, even if you've never fired one. His face was worth the risk of being reprimanded by Hale. Danny claps at you, when getting off of the crane, you point your new acquisition with both hands and a huge smile on the corner of your lips.

“Tada!” You say with a melodic voice, jumping one time.

“Good job, rookie”. He says urging you to high-five, giving you the ‘seized’ sticker.

Very proud of your work, you take it to stick it on the front glass, crossing your arms after it to admire your piece of art.

“Ok, let's pull down this big guy”. Danny palms your back, ready to drop the tow and park the car with the rest.

“Ya’, man, who's that lass?” Chibs steps slow down, some meters away from you, hitting Tig's chest with his palm, actually hurting him.

“What the fuck?!” He yells rubbing himself over the kutt.

“She's (Y/N), the new Teller-Morrow mechanic”. Happy comes from nowhere, scaring both men, with no gesture in his face. “She's like a Pop Tart. Sweet and crunchy”.

“Did you already fuck her?” Tig sighs staring at him.

“No”.

“Then, how 'you know she's crunchy?”

“She broke Juice's nose yesterday”.

The men break in laughter, now understanding why his face looks like shit.

“Wha' happened?” Chibs tries to talk, starting to cough because of the loud laughs.

“She just got scared, 'cause he was behind her in silence”. Happy turns at them, narrowing on of his shoulder, making a move with his head to follow him.

The SOA president has been out of Charming for two weeks, taking care of the gun's business at southern Cali. For you, he was just traveling. The guys talked about him a lot in his absence of the club and you were pretty excited to meet him. At least, he's also your boss. So, when Tig shouts your new nickname making you turn, you go immediately with the same smile on your face.

“What's'ap, boss?” You say placing your hands behind your back, covered by the green jumpsuit of the workshop.

“The president”. He says pushing the man into you, with a singsong voice, making the scottish clicks his tongue.

“Just Chibs”. He adds, offering you a hand in somewhat formal greeting.

“Finally!” You say excited narrowing it, actually feeling a little nervous. “I'm (Y/N), but they call me ‘rookie’”.

“Rooke'”?

“Yeah, like a prospect for the club”. You explain then, getting back your hand with the own other.

“And she likes whisky”. Happy puts a forearm on one of the president's shoulder, taking off the toothbrush of his lips.

“Really? Ya' wan' one? So ya' can tell me where did ya' come from”. The man offers then, turning an arm to the club entrance, and you obviously can't say ‘no’ even if it's ten am and you just finished the first coffee of the day. You nod in silence.

Tig and Happy continue their way to the workshop, whilst you're walking by the scottish side with the nerves running through your whole anatomy. Everybody knows the Sons of Anarchy, everybody knows what they do even if they didn't see it. You know you don't have to be afraid, nor scared, but you can't help feeling it anyway. In a gentle gesture, the president holds the door for you, smiling slightly coming in. The club is empty, not even music is being played and it's kinda strange. Maybe they prepared before this meeting, so no one could bother you.

Even if you have been working for the last two weeks, if Filip decides to fire you 'cause you're not what he was looking for Teller-Morrow, he can do it without needing the support of anyone. You like your job and they pay you quite well, having a very flexible schedule, and treating you like another one of the family. So losing it, it's not an option.

You can see the man turning around towards the bar, grabbing two glasses to serve a whisky from an old bottle. You can recognize it. An special edition of Blue Label of Johnnie Walker. You have never tasted before, but you heard about it. Honey and vanilla are the first nuances you can taste having a sip. Chibs is staring at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an opinion. Snapping

“It's sweet, but bitter because of the citrics”.

“Dammet', lass!” He yells excited, hitting the bar, provoking you a chill. “Its true ya' like wheske'”.

“Yea', I... do”. You nod with pursed lips, seeing him walk towards the sofa.

Sitting there, you doubt for a second carrying a chair next to him and leaving your drink on the table, looking around for a second expecting what he wants to know.

“So tel'me. Where 'ya from, where ya' worken'... All thes' thengs'”. Chibs finally says, placing his whisky above the table, leaning towards you with his forearm supported on his lap.

“I'm from Los Angeles, my father had a workshop too, so it's family business”. You explain yourself, not sure what more you can say about your life. “When he died thr—”.

“'Am sorre'bout that”. The president holds your right hand for a while, narrowing it.

“Yea', life's things, I guess”. His touch is firm, looking at both hands sideway, before continue. “Well, ah... It was three years ago. He left me the workshop, but I was alone and I couldn't do it without help, so I had to sell it. I was working with my uncle, till I decided to move on. And... a friend told me about yours and I said... Why not? So, here I am”.

“Hm...” Chibs nods thoughtful resting his back on the sofa, moving his gaze from one side to another in nowhere.

“Listen, ah... I know it took me three days to seize that sedan, and I have no excuses, but I really like this job. I mean, work here”. You look desperate licking your lips and gesticulating more than necessary, not trying to give pity, but asking for another chance.

“Relax, rooke', I'm not gonna keck'yar ass”. His loud laughter, shaking his chin, infects you chuckling. Not sure if because you want, or because you're doing it to please him. “The bike in the backyard, is yars'?”

“It was my father's. He used to run Cali with it, till he couldn't do it anymore. But it's not working. I have to fix it”.

“You wan'me to help ye'?”

The question takes you by surprise, twisting your neck as a dog would do when he's confused. Until now, you have been doing it by yourself, even though you can take her to a workshop and not worry about it. But someone offering himself to help you it's something new. Not actually ‘someone’, but the Sons of Anarchy president. And your boss.

“Yes, yes... I mean, sure. If you have time”.

“Aye! 'Course, lass. Wha' ya' have is a fuckin' gem! Wha'bout tonigh'?”

You don't say anything, but it sounds like a date. And it doesn't surprised you by the way he had to greeting you, when you two met minutes ago. His fingers were a little shaky and you can swear that even his hand was somewhat sweaty. Finally, you nod before he could start to think that you're kinda dumb, having a sip of your whiskey.

“Ya ken'? I had one simila' when I was younga'”. He comments, seeming like the man wants to continue your talk, but doesn't knows how to do it. “I toured Scotlan' whet'et'”.

“I've never been there, but I saw it in photographs. It's an amazing country”.

“Aye! Et'e—

Some yells outside call your attention, and you recognize the voice by heart, 'cause you have been hearing it for the last three days. Rolling your eyes and getting up, down by the scottish's gaze following you, you walk towards the workshop with a serious gesture on your face and your arms crossed above your chest. The sedan' owner is there, with Hale by his side. You're fucked.

“She was! She was!” The blonde man is pointing at you accusatory, seeing how the sheriff rubs his eyes. “That bitch pointed me with a gun!”

“Did you?” Hale asks you with a hand resting in the butt of his own gun, hanging from his belt, and the other hanging by a side of his body.

“No, sir. I did—”.

“You, fucking liar!” The man practically jumps to you, being blocked by the SOA president, hitting him straight to his face.

Everything goes so fast that you can't even react. But the scottish is putting you behind his body, after punch the sedan' owner, with a hand thrown back slightly touching your abdomen. Hale is handcuffing him, growling and cursing at you lying on the ground by the sheriff.

“If you say anything else, I'm gonna accuse you of obstruction, do you hear me?” The cop says putting him down, starting to walk next to the car so his co-worker can sit him inside the car. “Do you want to file a complaint?”

This time is coming back towards you, with a sigh on his lips rolling his eyes. You shake your head, hiding out from Chib's back, frowning at the blonde man.

“Don' worry, sir, it's ok”. You say then.

“Tel'im fi' me that he won't get his car back”.

And without saying anything else, he turns at you placing an arm on your shoulders to urge you start to walking back to the workshop.

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When your turn is already finish, you drive back home the enough time to have a shower and changing your clothes for something more comfy taking into account the plan you are going to have. You're also trying to not think that it's a date, even if it was like it sounded. And you can't help but feeling nervous parking by a side of the yard, frowning missed when you notice the fact that there's only a bike. So, your suspicions get confirmed. Actually it's not something that bothers you, after all you've heard about him. Loyalty, strength, sincerity, self-confidence, kind and polite. And an accent pretty funny. So, why not?

“Wha' ya' thenken'?” Chibs comes from nowhere, scaring you and making you scream.

The man starts to laugh loud, while your face becomes rude with pursed lips and a hand on your chest trying to calm your heart beat.

“Jesus Christ...”

“Dammet, rooke', it's true ya're ease' to scare!” You sigh rolling your eyes because of his words. “Com'ere, I've alrede' brought yar' bike”.

“DaMmEt, RoOkE”. You joke on him with a high-pitched tone, whilst he's laughing louder.

“Ya' amaze me, lassie. Dinnae' know you talk scottesh'”.

“What the...?” You find yourself laughing too in a relaxed way after a long time, shaking your head with a sigh, going to the workshop illuminated by some lights.

Turning over your steps you notice that the place is practically empty, guessing that Juice took off all the cars by Chibs' petition, playing fool when you find with your gaze two cardboard boxes from your favorite burger joint. Hiding your curiosity and moving your feet next to the old Harley Davidson, you let your fingers travel over the metallic handlebar. Memories crowd your head, one on top of the other, until you collapse. You still haven't driven it, because your father kept it for almost eight years on his garage, till he left. And it doesn't need a lot of fixes, but you haven't been able to get started before. You couldn't, 'cause it's the only thing you have of him.

“When was the... fers' time ya' ride't?”

Turning to the man, finding him supporting his back against the wall with a big cup of coke in his left hand, sipping from the straw. You shrugs your shoulders, taking the other drink to imitate him with your gaze on the matt black motorbike.

“I didn', yet. Alone, I mean... But by my father's back”. You say almost in a whisper. “I was five years old. We toured Cali coast”.

“Cali coast amaze me, et's a good ferst' ride”. He says then, after some seconds in silence. “Ded'ya by night?”

“Dawn, actually”. You answer with a goofy smile on your lips and your eyes on the drink between your hands, playing with the straw. “I... remember that... my father came to my room, to wake me up saying ‘let's go, bunny, adventure time’! He was very excited”.

It's the first time in years that you're talking about him and Chibs looks pretty curious about it, but you're trying not to break your voice. Smiling sideways, you stare at the scottish man, shrugging your shoulders again, not knowing how continue.

“Why ‘bunny’?”

“I like velocity”.

“Oh, realle'? Wha' bike ded'ya have before et'?”

Your cheeks turning red and your lips pursuing second by second, containing a laugh, makes him raises both eyebrows with curiosity.

“A Vespa...?” You mutters biting the straw, while Chibs laughs again. You're starting to love his laugh, no regrets. “Ah, ah, but...! I have a Mustang, so, boom!”

Your left hand imitates the typical gesture of dropping a mic, getting up from the wall to walk towards the food with innocent air, opening one of the bags with your forefinger and having a quickly look.

“Ya'hungre?” He asks then, following your steps to grab boths bags, twisting his neck in a soft gesture to tell you without words about to have a seat.

So you do, on one of the cair placed on the front yard, next to a corner.

“So, what et' needs?”

“Brakes. I need to change them. Now it has ones that are obsolete and I was thinking to put an ABS”. Leaving your drink between your feet, you take the burger Chibs is offering you to unwrap it on your lap.

“Sounds good. Do ya' have them?”

“Yea', I bought them in LA. And I think could be good change the tires, the oil and the handlebar grips, they're a little worn”.

“Tha's'ease fo' ya'”.

“Yeah, but... I didn't want to fix it, actually?”

“Why?”

“I'm scared to have an accident or something, and destroy it. I don' have anything of my father, but his bike”. Having a bite with your gaze on him, you cover your mouth to keep talking. “So, I just... was telling... myself that I didn't have time... to fix it”.

“But we're gonna do 'et!” Chibs exclaim excitedly, opening his arms for a second and holding the burger and the beer in each hand. “I know yar' father prefers to fac'ap his bike, than keep'et in a garage with dust on 'et”.

“Yea', I think so...”.

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First, knocks on your door. Then your bell ringing. Palming the mattress till you find your phone to watch the clock, you read all the notifications in the locked screen. There are almost eleven lost calls from Chibs and a lot of messages. And it in silence. You practically jump off of your bed, running as never before to the main door, opening it.

“Finally! Jesus Christ, I thought ya' were dead!”

“What happened? It's everything ok? Sorry, I just fell asleep an—”. You're talking so fast that your tongue ends up making a mess.

Chibs enraptured looking at you from top to down with a goofy smile on his lips, very interested in the Black Sabbath' shirt you're wearing. Clearing his throat, while your gaze travels to the dark van parked in front of your house. Tig and Juice are taking off of it your motorbike. Pushing him away from you, with your left hand on his chest, you take some steps barefoot above the cesped. You're face shows surprise and confusion, believing for a while that you're dreaming or something like that.

One of his hands wrap your left wrist, urging you to look at him. You're legs shaking for a second.

“Ya're prette' with messy hair and tha' shirt, but I wanna ride with ya'”. He says then, trying to hide his excitement.

And you want to hide yours, but you can't. You hug him, but not with a normal one. You're rousing and thankful, surrounding his neck with yours arms leaning on your toes. You know he wasn't expecting by the “oh” he mutters kinda surprised, taking some seconds till he finally is able to wrap your back and your waist pushing you closer into him, resting his forehead on your shoulder. Then, Chibs understands why Happy said like you're like a Pop Tart. He knows it tooks you just one second to make him fall in love with you and that the fact of worrying about your favorite take away restaurant, it wasn't only 'cause you're ‘the rookie’.

The scottish have a deep breathe from your hair, starting to wish he hadn't, because he's falling a little more. And he can't watch his mouth.

“Ya' smell really good”. He tells you with a husky tone on his voice that bristles the skin of your arms.

“Honey and vanilla”. You mutter with pursed lips, before the man making you a gesture to come in your house.

You nod in a hurry, running back to your room looking for the perfect clothes to drive. A comfy pair of jeans, a vaporous shirt, your boots and a leather jacket. Keeping your principal stuff in a bag and grabbing your helmet, you walk towards the main door sooner as you can. The van isn't there anymore but your bike and Chib's one, close to yours, are parked on the sidewalk. He's already waiting sitting on his, turning on the engine when you're wearing the black helmet before keep the bag under the seat, the scottish stares at you with a hug smile and a dearly gesture on his face.

It has been eight years since you heard your father's Harley roaring, and feeling how your body vibrates on it it's simply amazing. You can't even describe how you feel right now, looking at Chibs with that gesture mixing incredulity and surprise. Pressing the brake, but also the gas, the back wheel squeaks without caring if you wake up your neighbors.

“Let's go, lass!”

You release the brake, letting your motorbike rolls above the road with a hoarse growl flying off from the engine, being followed by the scottish. He didn't tell you where you're going, but after five days talking about your childhood in Cali, it's pretty clear that he wants to ride the coast with you after seeing the emotions that provokes you the memories doing it with your father. You know well he wants to be part of it, part of your routine and part of your life. And you're letting him come in 'cause, why not?

You know the road by heart, touring it with the fresh dawn's air hitting your face, till it turns with a salty smell after some hours driving in silence, enjoying the landscape views. You're closer to the ocean and you can feel it inside your lungs, closing your eyes for second. Time enough to make you fly back to your childhood. The sound of the engine, the seagull, the waves breaking. Everything is the same as you remember. But you're not a child anymore, you're ridding California with Filip Telford by your side, who can say that? Only you. And it's not because who he is, but because of who you want him to be for you.

It's sunrising. In the horizon, the sky is mixed with blue, orange and soft pink. It's your favorite part of the day, but now it's different. You're /living/ it, breathing it, enjoying it totally relaxed as never before, with Chibs' eyes on you for a ephemeral instant, fully spellbound. And that's what makes it special this time.

“Don'ya thenk' it's time fo' a coffee?” He asks loud enough for you to hear him. You nod laughing, 'cause you really need it after sleeping for just four hours.

Some mills away, you finally stop in a rest area on top of a small cliff. Taking off your helmet, you walk towards the wooden railings looking down. You're too close of the sea that almost some salty drops splash your face interspersed with the sea breeze. You couldn't get tired of a place like that. The smell of hot coffee pushes you into reality, turning to Chibs so you can hold the metallic mug.

“Maybe I put some Cardhu in'et”.

“Maybe?” You break in laugh, leaning your nose over it.

“When I say ‘maybe’, et's because I alrede' ded'et”.

“So... the other night, at the workshop, maybe it was a date?”

“Maybe”. He nods, blowing his drink, before taking a drink. “Maybe that's the second one”.

“Maybe you already won me, fixing my bike and bringing me here”. Giving him your most smooth smile, you drink too, turning to the ocean while he puts an arm on your shoulders letting you rest your cheek on his. “Maybe you put a lot of Cardhu”.

“Yea', maybe”.

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bunnirs · 4 years ago

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Scarlet Crossroads:

Chapter One: 113

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Running away was almost second nature to you by now.

Maybe running was a harsher word than what was needed. Well, for better word, avoiding seemed to fit your situation better. You didn’t run because you were scared, no, you had nothing to be scared of. You just didn’t like to take responsibility over the fact that you were a monster.

It was no secret that you were dangerous. You walked around with your head held low, your expression hidden from everyone. They couldn’t tell what the hell you were thinking, but your aura gave them a hint, and they didn’t want to know.

Your aura was immense. Almost suffocating to those who got too close. Your hair was kept behind a bandanna, seeing as even the slightest strand would distract you. You wanted complete control over your body, and getting aggravated over one tiny baby hair seemed a bit much.

You could say the bandanna was kin to one that one of your ‘partners’ had, though you didn’t like to admit it. In fact, anything that reminded you of them seemed to set you in a bad mood.

As if your thoughts betrayed you, that was the only thing you could think about.

The Phantom Troupe were people you had known since birth. They stood in as the family you never had. In a way, you even had a brother, who just happened to be the leader of said troupe. To your relief, you weren’t blood related, but blood never really mattered between the troupe. You all were stuck together. Like glue.

You felt a large amount of guilt over the subject. They gave you everything, and yet, you couldn’t stand to be near them. You never had the freedom you wished for. They always stuck to you like dogs, their attention almost unbearable.

Chrollo Lucilfer was to blame for this. Your brother, the infamous leader of the Spiders, seemed to think you couldn’t handle yourself. In all honesty, you could. You had one of the strongest abilities compared to those of the troupe, and since you weren’t a member, they seemed to trap you inside their web. They used you for missions sometimes, finding your power quite fitting. You hated it. You weren’t some pet for them to use.

They liked to say you had a rebellious streak. You’d leave, they’d send someone after you, and you’d come home. You were nothing but a rebellious teenager in their minds.. and it pissed you off.

You couldn’t stay mad at them though. You were the youngest, and happened to be their boss's little sister. They worried and cared for you, that much was obvious. But them treating you like a baby? That got old quick.

You didn’t want to be seen as a child. You wanted to be seen as an equal. You were just as strong, just as dangerous, but they didn’t seem to notice. No, they just didn’t seem to care.

It was all bullshit though, and it made you chuckle darkly to yourself.

The familiar ding of a bell brought you back from your inner turmoil, and your eyes focused on the small screen in the elevator. It read ‘B-100’, most likely standing for “Basement 100”, but with your state of unsettlement, you could be wrong. But of course, you weren’t.

The screeching of the doors could be compared to that of cats on a black board. Maybe it was your sensitive ears, but it was painful as it shook the elevator as a whole. You gritted your teeth, your eyes rolling as you grew annoyed with yourself.

You didn’t know why you were so angry, but you were. This whole situation fucking sucked.

The real reason behind you taking the Hunter exam? You wanted a license so you could go somewhere so far, the troupe couldn’t bring you back. Maybe they wouldn’t be able to find you. That would be too good to be true though.

The bandanna on your head felt heavy, almost like the guilt that seemed to turn within your stomach. Maybe leaving them forever was too harsh. Maybe you’d visit, just for old times sake. While you, Chrollo, and the Troupe had your fair share of disagreements, you still were a family right?

Goddamn why was it so hard to make a decision?

Maybe because they decided all of yours for you.

No. You needed to get used to working alone. You needed a break from them. You couldn’t depend on them for answers. You would most likely outlive them.

Keyword of that statement? Most likely.

Your aura had failed to calm down, roughly thanks to your realization of helplessness. The dark red aura had transformed into shapes that resembled spikes, clearly influenced by your mood.

The elevator seemed to finally open all the way, making the aura suddenly shoot in all directions, disappearing. The trip down felt like hours, and it seems being trapped in a small room didn’t help.

The cold air hit you, and that made a chill run up your arms, settling at your spine. You breathed out, taking your first step off the elevator.

Before you could even get through, you bumped into something.. or maybe even someone?

Stepping back a little, you saw who fell victim to your lack of awareness. Standing multiple feet below you was a small green man, his name tag reading ‘Beans’. Who in their right mind would name their son Beans? Certainly no one with standards.

“Hello, my name is Secretary Beans! Please, take this number and put it on. Thank you and Good Luck.” It seems with that, the short jelly bean of a man waddled away, a tag now left in your hands.

He left before you could thank him. You mentally thanked him, not really feeling up to making conversation, especially with someone who’s name made you want to cry.

Now back on topic, you looked back down to the tag in your hands, studying its content. It read ‘113’. How peculiar. It seems with new found curiosity, you decided to step through the elevator again. Hopefully nothing would stop you this time, fearing that the elevator would crush you alive.

As your shoe met the cold, dull concrete, the aura of another seemed to catch your attention. Standing only a few meters away from you was the owner of said aura, and the mere shock was enough to send you into orbit.

Why the hell was he here? Did Chrollo send him to watch you? No, was it to stop you from taking the exam? You couldn’t fathom an answer good enough it seems.

So why was Hisoka Morow, Troupe Member number 4, standing in front of you?

“What a coincidence in seeing you here… Y/N.” His signature grin struck something within you, and you broke out into a coughing fit.

How you’d love to wipe that smug grin off his face.

Truth is, you knew about Hisoka’s quarrel with your brother… and yet, you didn’t mind. Maybe it was the fact that you had a mutual liking to each other, or the fact that you wanted to see what your brother looked like with a broken nose.

Of course you wouldn’t allow your brother to actually get killed. There’s no way you’d allow that. But in hindsight, there’s no way he’d be defeated. He’s too strong for that.

Whatever it was between you and Hisoka, you didn’t like it. It was almost as if you and him were the same.

What a load of shit though. You and him? The same? Just the idea of that made you laugh.

Hisoka seemed shocked at your distant gaze, the dull laugh leaving your throat sent shivers up his spine. “Oh? What’s so funny?”

You snapped out of it, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “You look like an idiot.” You grimaced, looking at his choice in clothes. “What are you supposed to be? A roly poly?”

“Oh I’m truly devastated. Not even the darkest cloud could compare to the depression that just hit me.” Hisoka teased, his smile widening, his long fingernail poking into your forearm. You were sure if he pressed any harder, he’d break skin.

“You’re getting off on this.. aren’t you?” You stated, your voice holding a certain calmness that certainly didn’t fit the situation at all.

“Oh how low of you to expect such a thing from me? Your dear friend, might I even say, family?” He removed his finger, a card slipping into his vacant fingers. The sound of paper cutting through air would’ve startled you if you were a normal person, but to your dismay, you weren’t normal.

“Gross.” You muttered, catching a stray card that had just flown towards your face. This man was truly testing your patience. Could he let you get away from the elevator at least? “No way in hell are we family.” You said sternly, a growl almost forming in your throat.

“So you’d settle on friends then?” Hisoka smirked, his eyes narrowing as his eyes trailed down your form.

“No.” You grumbled, pushing past him. “You’re more like a fly if anything. Annoying, loud, and stupid.”

“Oh how you wound me.” He faked a frown, his eyes crinkling up as his nose scrunched, his tongue grazing over his lips as he flipped a card in his hand. “Do try not to die alright? Chrollo would be very disappointed you know.”

“Is that anything new?” You pondered, but you were already too far ahead for him to answer, much less hear you.

The truth was clear as day, if you continued to live like this, you wouldn’t outlive the troupe at all. Which is why, you’d get your license, show it to the troupe, and leave.

You immediately concluded those thoughts, now emptying them from your mind. Dwindling on something so far in the future seemed like a waste of energy, and you really needed that right now. It seems you have an exam to plow through.

SOOWEE MAMA HERE’S CHAPTER ONE OF MY LONG KURAPIKA X READER UMMMMM

JUST TY GUYS SO MUCH FOR CHEERING ME ON AND SUPPORTING ME!! i FEEL LIKE THIS ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR Y’ALL BUT I JUST WANTED TO GET THIS OUT FOR YOU OMG OMG OMG

FUN FACTS:

THE BANDANNA Y/N IS WEARING IS THE SAME TYPE OF BANDANNA FEITAN WEARS AROUND HIS MOUTH. Ever since Y/N was little, she’d try to steal and wear Feitan’s bandanna, so he got her a matching one. (He stole it of course but it’s the thought that counts)

Y/N’s badge number is 113 for a reason! If you look up Chrollo’s actual theme song, you will notice that it is called “1/13″. I also made sure this number wasn’t used by any of the important characters in the Hunter Exam!! So it checks out!!

Y/N is also aware about Hisoka being a fake member! Seeing as she’s not an actual troupe member, she sees no right in outing him. Besides she finds it funny omlllll.

Y/N is 17 years of age!!! She’s a literal teen so she will not be in any sort of ship with Hisoka/Illumi/Feitan/Ect.

THANKS AGAIN OMG OMG OMG ILY

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enigma-im · 5 years ago

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Crocodile Rock

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Lizard Man X Female!Human Warning: sexual drought, minor stalking, kidnapping, sex on a mountain, Oral, monster sex, loss of control, scenting, ovulation

Word count: 3660

A monster prowling the streets of a suburban neighborhood. A girl in a bit of a dry spell is driving him crazy.

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One would think that going most of your life without sex would make going a few months without it easy. I'd imagine the metaphor for food would make sense. If you never had spaghetti before you can't crave it, you can want it but not really desire it. I also just compared sex to spaghetti, I really need to get laid.

I believe the last time I was intimate, not even had sex, with someone was almost a year ago. It is fine for the most part, hardly noticed it till recently. Work has kept me busy so it wasn’t a great loss. Now that I have more free time all I crave is the touch of another. Reading hasn’t done me any favors either. Its been a mess of a time.

As I spiral in the depth of frustration I have been noticing the presence of someone watching me. It was easy to brush off at first but once I started seeing strange things do I become worried. In the morning when I'd walk to my car to go to work id catch a pair of glowing eyes in the woods opposite my house. The first time I assumed it was the neighbors' house lights, boy was I wrong. When I come back home and rechecked I saw there were no lights. Next came the sightings and talk around the area. People caught sight of a huge man walking about. Other added on saying it wasn’t a man but a monster, having scales and sharp teeth. I hardly believed any of that until I caught sight of him when looking at my backyard.

I stood in the kitchen and looked out the window at my poorly kept yard. It desperately needed a trim and grooming. I wonder who will be doing that cause its definitely not me. As I was about to walk away with my fresh cup of cocoa I see a shadow move under the trees. I squint and lean against the sink to get a better look. It was big, that was easy enough to decipher. It stepped over my fence and walked towards the back porch. Once it was close enough, the motion sensors caught it. We both stood frozen after that.

Tall was my immediate thought. Big, hulking, scaled, were my next ones. This… thing… looks like a lizard to simplify things. It was covered in dark green and brown scales and had some spikes coming out the back of its head. Before I could detail more it ran out of the yard and into the dark.

"Well fuck me," I grumble in shock. I didn’t particularly know how else to react after seeing that. Big damn lizard in my yard heading to my back door. It felt like watching one of the lost tape videos on YouTube. That creepy feeling crawling up your spine that may turn into a flight or fight response. I shivered at the time, standing in the kitchen for an uncomfortable amount of time.

It's about two weeks after the incident that I am heading back home from work. The day was harsh and aggravating. Not sure why I scheduled a date for today. Just because its Friday, doesn’t mean I'm not tired. still, my sexual drought hasn’t done much for my growing stress around the mystery in the neighborhood. I think I've caught it out the corner of my eye often after seeing him. Always lurking in the woods like some stalker. It's unnerving but I can't help to an awful fantasy of being watched while gratifying myself at night. I won't lie and say I've never thought about it, opening my windows so the lizard man could catch an eyeful. Of course, I haven't don’t it but I feel its only a matter of time.

I make it home with phantom pains in my stomach. Always around ovulation do I get these little pains, about a 2/10 on the scale but still noticeable. Fingers crossed that my date goes well so I won't have to come home and use the detachable shower head to get some peace. I pull into the driveway and shuffle about collecting all my things in the car. I open up the door as I shove my phone into my pocket. Before I could slam the door shut I hear a loud snap in the woods. It wasn’t like a twig being stepped on but more of a branch being broken. The sound echoes over the mountain and bounces off the trees. The noise sending a chill down my spine.

"ok," I grumble in comfort. I quickly shut the door and speed walk to the front door. As I grab the handle I pause. A crawling feeling runs up my spine. I freeze like a deer caught in headlights. A primal feeling of fright gripping my brain. I can't put my finger on it or even explain the reasoning until a puff of air pushes against the back of my neck. I stop breathing.

Out the corner of my eye, I see a large hand slowly reach out and press against the door. On the other side, I see another hand grab mine and gently take it off the handle. Taking in small gasps of air, I do as it says. The heat of the thing behind me increases as it crowds me to the door. I look up at the glass and try to make out the reflection. I gulp when I realize what it is.

I watch him lean down toward my neck and inhale a greedy breath, letting it out in a pleasing growl. I find myself whimpering right after. His hand still holding mine trails up my arm, stopping at my elbow. Slowly, he traces his nails over to my stomach, flattening his hand to cover almost all of me. He pets his thumb just under my bra and releases another growl.

In a flash, his hand tightens and pulls me back. He grabs me and twists me so he can throw me stomach first over his shoulder. I cough as the breath is punched out of me. We twist and in a dizzying speed, he runs away from my house. My chest bounces against his back as he runs us into the woods. Tree passes us in blurring speed till we stop at a short sharp incline of the mountain. Keeping a strong hold he grips the rock and catapults himself upwards.

He climbs up to a flat space high up over the neighborhood. He walks over to a clear space surrounded by trees, stopping and settling me in the flattened grass. I rest on my back feeling like a dog showing its stomach as I get a good look at him. His features are sharp and aggressive. His eyes are extremely dilated, or his pupils are always that big. His teeth are bared in a snarl and a bit of drool dribbles out the corner of his mouth. I don’t know how to interrupts this, is he going to eat me?

"Please," I whimper while trying to sit up. He growls as he quickly presses his hand to my chest, forcing me back down into the dirt. I follow with minimal complaint, too scared to deny him. The man lowers himself with me, settling on his hand so he can press his face close. Startling me he presses his nose to my neck and sucks in another deep inhale, releasing a deep breath with a rumbling purr. His tongue slithers out and licks up around my collar. I accidentally cry out at the warm press of his mouth. He seems to startle as well, jumping back with a gasp. He looks down at me for a moment before he shakes his head vigorously, seeming to clear his mind.

I yelp when he grabs at my pants, jerking at them. I jump up but he makes me fall back as he jerks again. Quickly he rips my bottoms down and tosses them aside. His palms glide up over my thighs, parting them as he nears my crotch. I keen in protest, trying to buck away with a flush face. Our eyes meet as he settles on his stomach. He sneers with a growl, gripping my legs tightly in command. Stay still. I settle in panic, resting on my back with a strange mix of anticipation.

His fingers settle in the cleft of my thigh, massaging gently as his breath ghosts over me. I clench my fist to my sides, refusing to look. I yelp when his tongue runs a slow stripe up my crotch. He grunts loudly as his head rest against my pelvis. I feel a dribble of drool splash onto my hip as he shakes his head slowly, perhaps overwhelmed with the experience. Without warning he licks again, dipping inside before sliding his full length up and over my clit. I choke on my breath, clenching my stomach with a white jolt pierces up my spine. He wastes no time going for thirds, taking his time to taste everything he can.

I can't ignore the sharp pulses of arousal drenching over me. I have never cared for slow but he is making it work. Feels like he is worshiping the experience, worshiping me. His tongue invades me and I can't stop the soft moan escaping my lips. He groans along with me, vibrating my thighs as he does. His fingers dig into my skin, no doubt leaving marks. He laps at me like a dog before using his lips to suck on my cunt. The scales on his chin rub over my rear and entrance, the sensation is different but not unwelcomed. I feel myself bucking against him and ignoring any previous protest I had. I let my body enjoy his assaults, even going as far as to watch him.

"Yes, fuck," I sit upon my elbows, my head dropping to my shoulder. His eyes meet mine with an intoxicating amount of enjoyment. Glad we are both on the same page. His eyes roll back as he adjusts his hold, shoving his tongue inside. His fingers then glide around to finger at my clit. "Ah, yes, please," I cry out. I watch as he drinks from me, rolling my hips into him as I near my end. I whimper out pleads, falling back onto my back as I arch into him.

"Please, please, please," I chant. His growls push me over the edge, bucking and squirming into him as I cum. He licks up everything I offer as I dig my fingers into the dirt. My fist ripping up the grass as I cry out.

As I fall he sits up and watches. I roll my head back and forth against the ground, whispering thank you. He is the first person to give me an orgasm in nearly a year. That thought should be sobering but all I can think is, he is kind of cute. For a giant lizard, he did great, better than most, if not all, my exes.

Once I come down I sit up and look at him. He isn't looking up at me, well he is looking down. Motion catches my eye and I look down at his hand wrapped around his cock, and what a cock it is indeed. He is hung like a soda can, thick as all hell. His hand is teasing along his length as he eyes my crotch. He passes a quick glance up at me, his look seems debauched if not predatory. I quirk a brow at him as I try to stray off a smile. I kind of want him inside me, I won't lie. I didn’t imagine I was this desperate for sex but here I lie, ready to plead for him.

I look from him to his crotch, spreading my legs a bit as I lick my lips. This breaks his last strand of control as he grabs at me. He clutches my hips and slides me so his tip rests against my entrance. With no preamble, he bucks forward with a loud growl. Not ready for him to go full hilt I fall back to the dirt with a clenched yelp.

"Jesus," I huff. He takes no time wildly thrusting into me. His hips clapping at mine, leaving my thoughts scattered. Sweet fuck I might die. His cock stretches me like no other. His claws piercing my skin a bit as he slams in and out. Wanting to see what's happening I sit upon my elbows again.

I watch his hips roll, ending with a sharp snap. His stomach muscles pull taunt then flow with his movements. I'm in rapture watching his motions, feeling the effects of his actions. Sitting on my elbows I watch his thick cock pound quickly into me. His cock pulling out swiftly before bucking forward. My face clenches up as I think too much on it, feeling him rub against my walls. I want to look up at him, see what this creature's face looks like when taking me so quick and hard. Yet I can't bring myself to look away from this erotic sight. I hardly notice this keening sound coming from my throat, I also hardly care.

"Fuck, please," I cry as I fall back into the dirt. His grunt and growls echo up the mountain. With a quick squeeze to my hips, he falls forwards on to his hands, hovering over me with a sneer. His bucking picks up pace, slapping against my hips with loud claps. He bares his teeth down at me, his eye nearly clenching shut. The sight is anything but ghastly. His monstrous snarling with his beast-like thrust is all the more arousing.

"Fuck-," I try to whine out a name but nothing comes to mind. The acknowledgment that this beast is using me like a sex toy hits hard. I don’t know anything about him, except how well he can eat a girl out. The taboo of fucking some strange monster in the woods is erotic, like some over the top romance novel. I can't help but squeeze around him with a fluttering of tension. He clenches his eyes close and stutters in his thrust. Soon he falls forward onto his forearms, hanging his head near my neck. I can hear his panting breath and grunts clearer now.

"Heath," I hear him huff out. I lazily swing my head to the side, eyeing him confused. He watches with a side-eye. I can't help but squeeze again when I notice that I'm bouncing with him. "Heath," he growls again.

"Heath," I mumble out around heavy breaths. As he hears me he drops his forehead to the ground and bucks harder into my hips. I choke on a gasp as it feels like his cock is in my stomach. "Fuck, Heath," I growl out between clenched teeth. I find myself reaching out for something sturdy, grabbing at his biceps near my shoulders. As I call his name again he grunts and groans. His noises sound delightful next to my ear. I squeeze around him as I listen, fighting off my nearing peak just to prolong this experience.

I can feel everything. The way the head of his cock leads the way deep inside me. The sensation of his scales rubbing against my hands and thighs. I can feel the air puffing from his heavy panting, brushing my hair slightly. I hold on to every sensation until I can't take it anymore. "Heath, shit- you-… Fuck," I try to speak. My brain seemingly mush as I cry out, hearing my whines echo over the mountains. No doubt startling some of the residences below.

Quickly everything turns white. My hearing becomes a ringing as I suddenly stop screaming. My mouth opens in a silent yell. My insides clench around his impressive length, making him stutter in his thrust. I clench his arms with a vice grip, listening to his short whines as he frantically pounds into me. He takes all he can get before slamming once more. He stills, his breath caught in his throat. I feel his hot load jet into me, coating my insides with his seed. Giving just one final buck we both lay silent. His face buried to my neck and my hands gripping him tightly.

Neither of us moves, still coming back into our own and catching our breaths. I relax my hold and tilt my head back with a content sigh. That was amazing.

Heath startles me by pressing his face to my neck. Licking a short stripe up to my ear. I can feel his chest rumble with a soft purr. His satisfied behavior is pleasing in an almost primal way. I trail my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and down to his chest. I press my palm to him, feeling his vibrations.

"Jesus, you have been driving me insane all week. I tried taking myself in my hand but it didn’t work, your cunt was the perfect cure," he growls out next to my ear. It's startling, if not embarrassing, to finally hear his voice. Well, hear it in a full sentence anyway.

What he says is still a bit concerning, "I've been driving you crazy?"

"Yes, your scent was too potent. My little sexually frustrated female, practically screaming for my cock," he rubs his nose to my cheek, licking and kissing as he does.

I push his head away while trying to bite down on my smile, "I was not, you big brute." he finally sits up, cocking an eyebrow down at me.

"Right, shall we make a repeat performance than? I will have you begging in the dirt in seconds," his smug face is both charming and annoying.

"Cocky aren't we?"

"Only when I'm right," he grins. He settles back on his forearms, pressing gentle kisses around my face. It’s a strange contrast to his previous domineering actions. Despite my denial, he did have me screaming into the dirt like some kind of whore. I won't lie and say it was unpleasant or unwanted but I will say it would have been nice to know his name beforehand. Not everyone can say that they found out someone's name when it was growled into their ear while that someone's big cock was rearranging their organs. That would be weird if it was a common thing, be concerned about today's way of life if that were the case.

Without warning, Heath grabs my hips and tilts us sideways. He is on his back, cradling me to his front. Letting out a content sigh that ruffles my hair, he closes his eyes. I rest my palms to his chest a bit perplexed. Is he going to sleep? What a typical man. With a roll of my eyes, I rest my chin on his sternum, just observing this strange beast. As I too begin to fall captive to the grips of sleep I remember my plans for tonight. Instead of catching some comforting rest, I begin to rouse with questions.

"Now what?"

His eyes peak open, "Now what?"

"I need to get back home, I have a date tonight I need to get cleaned up for," I clarify. It seems wrong to go out after being thoroughly fucked on the plateau of a mountain but I can't imagine this is going to form into something more. A taboo rendezvous that won't result in a committed relationship.

He still surprises me by saying, "Date? Not anymore."

I regard him confused, "hmm?"

"No man is taking you away, I will state my intent right now. I will have you again, and again, and again because you are mine," his fingers dig into my naked hips. A growl rumbling from his chest into mine. I'm not put off by the idea, far from it, but I won't make it easy for him.

"I don’t remember agreeing to that," I answer in a cheek to tongue way.

"You agreed when you took my cock," he counters with a wicked smirk.

"I feel there wasn’t much say in that. Didn’t exactly ask," I pretend to ponder.

"Why would I need to when you were begging so beautifully? I couldn’t prolong our torture by asking. Also, I don’t think I could have arranged enough words into a coherent sentence with your arousal surrounding my nose," he sits up and rubs his face into my neck. I can feel his sharp teeth grazing along my collar. It was a fair point, not a good one but a pleasing one.

"I'll let it slide, this time. I expect to be properly courted, don’t need some brute coming in and just staking his claim," I submit, not without my own demands. He stops his assault and leans back with an annoyed look.

"You are exhausting," he thumps his head back to the ground.

"Maybe you shouldn’t have thought with your prick before your brain then," I poke to the top of his head.

"What can I say, he made a good choice," he chuckles.

"I can agree with that," I answer as I rest my cheek to his chest, tracing some of his scales with my finger.

"Then we agree, you are mine," he asks with a large grin. I look up at him, my lips quirking at his full toothy smile.

"As long as you are mine," I shoot back.

"I was yours the minute I got to taste your cunt," his smile goes from playful to teasing. His fingers trailing down to cup my ass.

"Brute and vulgar," I can't help but laugh.

"Shut up, you love it," he purrs. His hands grope and squeeze my rear, his tongue lapping along my neck. If he keeps this up I may be partial to another round.

I grin like a fool, "perhaps."

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maxineswritingcenter · 5 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast AU! - Demon!Dean Winchester x fem!reader part 3

Read part 2 here!

Summary: You are seen as the oddball around town, you're into books and other nerdy things that the small town you were raised in just don't get. You dream of going on the road and having adventures, but it's unlikely you can because you don't have a lot of money. Your father runs a house renovating business and goes to a job in the spooky abandoned house in the woods. You see where I'm going from here.

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I stopped when I heard the howling.

"Shit..." I muttered. It was distant but no less terrifying. I scrambled to find a climbable tree. The skirt was ruined but that didn't matter. If a tree would save me then the tree it was. There was a tall pine tree a few yards in front of me that I ran to but a few feet away a figure dropped down from the tree. I gasped and backed away. The figure was tall and bulky. He wore a green flannel coat, jeans and boots, there was a flashlight in his hand. But his face filled me with relief.

"Jackson... Oh thank God you're here." I said, grinning from ear to ear as I caught my breath. Jackson worked as a lumber jack and carpenter for the town. He was trustworthy and made wonderful creations.

"You're a little far out of town," he said, "There's wolves out here, you know." A shudder ran through me as we made eye contact. There was something different about them. I thought his eyes were brown, but in this light they looked pale green.

"Yeah, do you think you could help me get to town? My dad's sick and I want to make sure he made it home." Jackson took a step forward and into the moonlight.

"Oh I'm sure he's fine." He said, walking closer. I stepped back, the way he spoke made the hairs stick up on the back of my neck.

"Why don't you just stay here? Hang out for a while." He grinned, his canines seemed to come to a point.

I heard a twig snap and looked around. A few other men had stepped out of the shadows their eyes matching Jackson's.

"Jackson, I would really like to go home please." I went to move around him but he stepped in my way again. That's when I got a good look at him. There was blood on his clothes and skin. And he smelled like death and rot.

"Aw come on, (Y/N)." He growled, lifting his arm up. I watched in horror as his nails grew before my eyes into claws, "Why don't you stay for dinner?" I screamed and turned to run but was grabbed by two of the others. They laughed and snarled, dragging me backwards. I looked around, seeing the other two had light a giant bonfire. The men laughed as the pulled and shoved my body between the two of them.

"Nothing like barbeque, ey boys?!" Jackson called over the roar of the blaze. I struggled and screamed, tears pouring down my face.

"JACKSON! PLEASE!" I cried. Jackson held his hand up, the two who held me stopped, setting me on my feet. I could feel the heat of the fire close on my back.

"It's nothing personal, (Y/N). But I'm the alpha and I have to provide for my pack." He said, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"What do you say we play with her, Jack. Been a while since we had a pretty lady." The one to my right said, sticking his nose in my hair and inhaling. I growled and stomped on his foot. He howled in pain then glared.

"Oh you've done it now!" The man shouted, lifting a clawed hand. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the impact but opened them when a loud shot cut through the silence. The man who was about to attack was on the ground, dead, a bullet hole in the back of his head. I turned to face who shot, my eyes widening.

"Sorry about your mutt." Dean said as he sauntered closer, "But you know what they say about rapid dogs." He came to stand next to me, looking directly at Jackson.

"Now, what do you say we just let bygones be bygones? I take the girl and you and your mutts get out of town before I slaughter you all." He smiled. Jackson grabbed me from the other man, he held me out in front of him so I faced Dean. I looked up at him. The fact that he was even hear barely registered in my brain. But he was. And even if he was a demon, I would rather be stuck in a house with him than roasted alive. Jackson reached a clawed in front of me on the left side of my chest, right above my heart.

"Or you can go back to minding your business. I can smell what you are, demon. Your kind don't scare me." He spat on Dean's face. Dean closed his eyes and grumbled, wiping his face with the sleeve of his jacket. He sighed and rolled his shoulders.

"Okay," he said opening his eyes to reveal they had flickered black, "Now you pissed me off." In the blink of an eye, Dean grabbed me and tossed me away from Jackson and away from the roaring fire. Jackson roared and raised his claws, only to be kicked in the chest. He was sent flying back into a tree. The crack from the trunk sounded like a clap of thunder. The other three came at Dean, but he threw them off one by one. Tossing the third into the blazing fire. The man screamed as he burned, his clothes set ablaze. As Dean killed another with his bone weapon. Jackson came up behind him with a large, thick tree limb.

"DEAN BEHIND YOU!" I screamed, reaching out. Dean looked back, Jackson slammed the limb over Dean's back. It broke in half like a twig. Dean cried out in pain but he didn't stop. He kept fight and fight until the last man fell. Jackson was the last, Dean sliced his head clean off with the weapon. He stood with his back to me. I could hear his ragged breathing over the crackle of the now dying fire. His shoulders were rising and falling heavily. He slowly turned to face me, the black leaving his eyes. The hand that held the weapon shook, like it was too powerful to hold. Dean suddenly fell to his knees then his arms.

This was my chance. I could run again and try to get to town. Get away from him while he's down but... he saved my life. He could have let Jackson and his pack eat me alive. But he fought for me.

I scrambled across the forest floor to him before he completely fell.

"Dean!" I turned him to his front, seeing the damage. Claw marks and blood all over her body. He clothes were torn and bloody.

"You alright?" He muttered, slowly reaching out and touching a splatter of blood on the side of my face.

"It's not mine. It's from when you blew that guy's head off." He dropped his hand and chuckled.

"Oh yeah..." He coughed and cleared his throat, the motion sounded painful. I slowly helped him to his feet, but he shrugged me off.

"I'm fine, a pack of werewolves is nothing for me." He said confidently, but stumbled as he began to walk. I quickly kept him steady with one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder. He hissed when my hand came into contact with an open wound. I watched as the wounds were slowly healing, but nothing quick. I looked up at him, looking at the pain in his eyes. He came for me. He saved my life.

"You coming on to me?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore his lewdness.

"Just lean on me, you can't get back there on your own. At least not yet." I wrapped one of his arms around shoulders while I wrapped an around his back.

"I don't-"

"Would you just shut up and let me help you?" I snapped. He looked down at me, then sighed, leaning some of his weight on me. Together we made our way back to the house, a few times Dean had almost passed out but I managed to get him up again. Sam met us at the door of the house, Castiel and Crowley behind him.

"You're alright..." Sam sighed in relief.

They all managed to help me bring Dean down the stairs to the bunker and down to a living area just off the kitchen. There was a fire going and started to thaw the chill in my bones from outside. Castiel reached his hand down to touch Dean's forehead but Dean quickly grabbed it and glared.

"Don't try to heal me with that angel crap. Makes me sick." He grumbled and let go then sat back against the back of the recliner chair. I thought a minute and stood up, making my way to my room and coming back with my bag. I pulled out the first aid kit I had shoved in there early tonight. About that time Sam came back with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth.

"Just leave it," Dean said, not looking at his brother, "There's a couple of werewolves in the woods that need to be burned." Sam looked at me, then Dean.

"Uh alright... We'll get on that." He said, "Come on." Castiel started to follow but Crowley stayed put, swirling his wine.

"Crowley." Sam said, nodding towards the stairs. Crowley groaned and downed the rest of his wine, setting the glass on the table. He followed Sam and Castiel out of the room leaving Dean and I together. Dean was making no attempt to clean his wounds so I grabbed a chair from a nearby table and pulled in so it faced the recliner.

He opened one eye and watched me grab the water bowl and set it on my lap, then dipping the wash cloth in and wringing out the excess water.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Helping you. Infection is a hell of a bitch." I opened the first aid kit on the table and pulled out a small bottle of peroxide.

I upcapped it and poured it on the large gash on his arm.

He growled and jerked his arm away, "Watch it!"

"Well sit still and it won't hurt as much!" I snapped back.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't run out!" He sneered.

"I wouldn't have run if you hadn't screamed at me!" I yelled back, putting the cap back on the peroxide.

"You were somewhere you weren't suppose to be." He retorted.

"And you have to control your temper, demon or not." That seemed to shut him up because he didn't saything thing while I cleaned the healing wounds besides a few grunts. I stood up and sighed.

"Get some rest." I muttered and left him there. I found the bathroom and a towel. I decided that a long hot shower was just what I needed to clear my head and figure out what the hell was going on in my head.

After getting back to my room, I searched through the drawers for something to sleep in. It had to be aleast 2am and I was exhausted from this entire day. I settled on a black T-shirt and a pair of long flannel pajama pants. They were too long so I had to roll up the ends so I didn't trip. I was towel drying my hair when I heard a soft knock and the door opening.

"Hey..." Sam said, "I know it's late and you're tired but... I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of him. He would have just let himself go with all those cuts." I nodded, playing with the bottom hem of the shirt.

"You really care about him a lot, don't you? Even when he is like this."

Sam smiled, "Yeah. Black eyes or not, he's still my brother. He's the only family I have left. Mom died when I was just a baby, dad died saving Dean. We would give anything to save each other. Kind of like how you sacrificed your freedom to save your dad."

He paused and kept going, "We lost him for a while after Metatron killed him. Never thought we would find him. We have what we need to save him. We need his soul and we have the cure. He can't lose his soul or... He'll never be human again." He sniffled, pressing the balls of his hands into his eyes to stop whatever tears were appearing.

"Anyway.... Goodnight." He said, closing the door behind him. I sat there for a moment and thought about what he said. Dean was all Sam had. Just like how dad was all I had left. I saved my dad...

There had to be a way to save Dean. He's not all evil and darkness if he risked life and limb taking on a whole pack of werewolves to save me. I got up and turned off the light, the crawled into bed, pulling the blankets around me. I have to help Dean.

Dean had been awake still when Sam went to talk to (Y/N). He thought about his parents and what life was like before the mark.

The next day I had gone to the living area and found Dean still in the chair. It looked like sometime that night or the early morning he had put on bandages and cleaned himself up.

I had just been reading from the book, I started to read and also recite my favorite passage.

"The love he felt for her was everlasting. Like the memories of long before and long to come. The sun shining on his face, the feeling of rain drops dripping off his nose. The-"

"Feeling of a warm meal on a cold winter's night with all his loved ones home and together." Dean finished. He looked about as surprised as I did. I held up the book, showing him the cover.

"You've read this?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't say it like that, I can read. My mom used to read that to me."

"My mom did too." I said, not meeting his eyes. I looked fondly upon the cover. Remembering the days when she would tuck me in at night with my dad and they would read the book together, like they were falling in love over and over again.

"How many times have you read that?" He asked, sitting up in the chair.

"Way too many. " I giggled, I knew this book better than I knew myself.

Dean rubbed at his chest then spoke, "Would you uh..." He paused, "Just follow me." He said, standing up and walking toward a wooden arched hallway that was just off the kitchen area. I followed behind him. He was walking better now, but had he always been bow legged? My thoughts about his walking changed when he stopped. The archway led into another part of the bunker... That was lined wall to wall with books.

"Oh my God..." I whispered. Embarrassingly I rushed ahead, looking over the spines on the books. I picked up a red leather book and opened the cover.

"This is an original release signed copy of Dracula." I said in amazement.

"Yeah. Apparently the guy had an obsession with vampires after a run in with a vampire chick that scorned him or whatever." I held the copy in the crook of my arm and continued to look. These were old world books about mythology and lore, more than I had ever heard about. Monsters of ancient Greece and Rome, scrolls that predated Christianity.

"You like it?" Dean asked, leaning in the archway.

"Like it? Dean, I love it!" I laughed, holding a few books in my arms.

"Well... You can come in here whenever you want." He said.

I smiled and spun around, I was way too excited for this.

"Have you read all of these?" I asked, setting a few books down on a table on the center of the room.

"Nah, my dead languages is a little rusty." He smirked.

"Oh we have jokes now?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

He hummed, "Believe it or not, I'm a pretty funny guy."

"Yeah, funny looking." I teased. He breathed out a laugh before leaving the room. I looked around the room once more and squealed in delight.

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There was snow on the ground now, in the two days that had gone by it had gotten to be a foot deep. I sat on the porch of the abandoned house in a wicker chair. I was wrapped up in a large sweater and coat, with large jeans and boots. I had to wear three pairs of socks so the boots even fit. Dean was besides me, leaning against one of the beams of the porch. He had a his flannel, jeans and boots. The cold didn't seem to effect him that much.

"Love curses are particularly dangerous," I read aloud from a book entitled Black Magic, "they have no effect on peoples already in love because once that person loves another the soul will want no one else." I looked up and saw Dean staring at me. I blushed and looked down. Dean shook his head, "Uh... I'm gonna take a walk." He took off down then steps then turned back, "Do you wanna come too?" He asked. He said it awkwardly which caused me to smile.

"I'll catch up." I said, closing the book on my lap.

"Alright." He said simply and started walking. I watched him go, a warm feeling in my chest. We had gotten closer. I would read books aloud and he would just sit there and listen. I could tell because if I stopped, he would look back at me waiting for me to continue. There was something there that wasn't there before. He would smile and laugh. And I hadn't seen his eyes turn black in what felt like forever. I got off my chair, stepping down and following in Dean's footsteps to catch up with him. I stopped though, leaning down and packing a snow ball in my hands. I threw it and watched it smack in the middle of his back. He turned quickly and glared, leaning down and throw one back. The slush ball hit me directly in the face. I wiped the snow away and saw him laughing. He had such an amazing, happy laugh. I grumbled and threw another, filling his mouth with snow.

"Better keep your mouth closed, Dean. Lotta birds out here looking for nests!" I joked. He spit out the snow and charged forward. I giggled and ran as fast as I could. Dean quickly caught up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around. I squealed as he brought us both down on our backs, laughing all the way down.

In the last few days, Sam had also seen a change in Dean. Dean seemed happy, he seemed like himself again. It's like his humanity was slowly coming back. It had to be (Y/N), she was the key to all of this. Sam had watched them tease and joke with each other when she read him books. Dean made burgers and was teaching her how to make them. He was Sam's brother again. Almost. That Mark had to go. And once they cured Dean they would find a way.

When the laughter died down I looked at Dean. He was grinning, looking up into the sky.

"I...I never thanked you for saving me. So thank you." I said, getting a bit closer.

"Yeah well I never thanked you for making sure I didn't get a flesh eating virus from those mangy mutts." He smirked. It was silent again, the only sounds were a few birds who hadnt migrated south yet.

After a while he stood up, "Come with me. I want to show you something." He held out his hand. I took it and let him pull me up to meet him chest to chest. He let go of my hand, now that it was empty it felt strange and hollow. He led me inside and down to the bunker and into a room with row upon row of filing cabinets.

"Welcome to the Men of Letters agent files. Every one of these assholes worked here, including my grandfather Henry Winchester. But uh... He never really worked in the field much. Just got inducted then sent forward in time-" he stopped when he saw my head tilt in confusion, "A story for another time." He said. He led me further down to a row of computers. They were old moniters and probably ran like shit. But they still worked.

"We can look up anyone in the world on these babies. The database links up with other Men of Letters files." He patted the moniter.

"Anyone, huh?" I sat at the desk and types in the first name I could think of. No results.

"Damn, so Keanu Reeves isn't a vampire." I said, faking disappointment.

"Nah, he wouldn't. Guy's too soft." We typed in a few more names before the curiousity got the best of me. It would probably be another dead end, I didn't expect much.

"(Your Mother's Name and your last name)?" He squinted at the search bar. My heart beat fast as I hit enter. And almost stopped when it popped up. One result. I clicked the link. It opened a video file. In the preview screen was the face of my mother, looking the same way and in the same clothes she had on the day she disappeared.

"It's my mom.." I said, tears pooling in my eyes. My hands shook as I clicked play.

It started with my mom adjusting the camera before sitting back. She was wearing a white sweater with a rose pin over her heart. In the background was the living room of our old house. I could see my toys on the floor.

My mom smiled weakly before talking, "I don't know who's going to find this. But I want to explain what happening. And whoever finds it I want it to be given to my husband and my daughter. They deserve answers." She looked directly into the camera, it almost looked like she could see me.

"(Y/N), baby, I'm so sorry Mommy has to go away. I would give anything in the world to stay here with you and Daddy but I can't. If I stay here you won't be safe. Some bad men are after me and I never want anything bad to happen to you. They want mommy to have a baby. A special baby, just like you but this baby would be dangerous. It wouldn't be right. The whole world would fall to pieces. I can't do that. I won't do that to you, baby." Just as mom's eyes filled with tears my own fell down my face. My chest hurt from holding back sobs. I didn't want to miss a word said.

"Mommy loves you so so much. So to keep you safe, I made a sacrifice of my heart." She place her hand over her heart. There was a banging at the door, causing her to jerk up. She looked at the camera and smiled sadly. She walked backwards to the middle of the living room, inhaled deeply, "I love you." And when she exhaled she disappeared. I paused it before it continued. My heart was aching so hard I wanted to rip it out.

"Come back...." My voice was barely a whisper, "Come back, come back, come back!" I sobbed and slammed my hands down on the desk.

"Hey." Dean said sternly and grabbed my hands, making me face him. His grip relaxed when he looked at my face. My face was beet red, tears were flowing out of my eyes and my mouth was opening in a silent scream. He crouched down to meet me eye to eye. I couldn't breath, my whole body was shaking.

"Look at me," he said. I just shook my head, whispering a plea "come back."

"Hey." He lifted my chin up so I faced him, "Calm down." He said softly, "Breathe." I swallowed thickly, trying to regulate my breathing but I just kept seeing her face in my head as she disappeared into thin air. I started to cry again, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around Dean's neck and crying into his shoulder. He steadied himself so he didn't fall over, his hands were hovering over my back. I gripped tightly onto his jacket, holding on so he wouldn't disappear too. Slowly Dean put his hands on me, holding me close to him. He stood up, bringing me with him. He moved to sit on the chair, pulling me onto his lap. I continued to cry, waves of sadness and anger and confusion crashing into me like a toy boat in a hurricane. Dean held me as I cried, held me as I regulated my breathing again, and as I fell asleep on his shoulder.

When Dean felt (Y/N) fall asleep, he shifted her in his arms so he had one arm free. He started the video over again, watching for details. She whimpered in her sleep, so Dean started to rub her back. He was remembering what this felt like. The sadness from losing his mom so suddenly. It felt like nothing made sense in the world and the woman who protected him most was gone in a puff of smoke. His life was hell after that. But he wouldn't change it. Even when it came to the situation he was in now. After watching (Y/N)'s mom disappear again, he continued to watch. Shortly after there was the sound of broken glass. And footsteps, voices as well. And he knew those voices. Right before the video cut out, Zachariah's bald head came into view.

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soysaucevictim · 4 years ago

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Late to post, but here’s Week 2 of Spellbound.

Aug. 22

I woke up around 11AM.

Did some video editing and started uploading the footage of me drawing that Remus pixel portrait of Remus.

The did some dishes and made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Mushroom Penne with truffle cream. I liked it to a middling extent (I’m enjoying truffle more myself, but I recognize how intense of a flavor it is). But yeah. It was met with a “meh”.

Spent a few hours updating some logs and documenting last few day’s of events. Then, I did today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 climbers with EC. Pretty fun and breezy. I tried to land lightly on my feet this time - just to feel graceful like that.

Last, Chapter 7 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast “Healing Level 1 Spell“ to help an NPC out. I rested about 1′ in between sets - it was mostly breezy yoga... mostly. Glad the up/down dogs were done in pairs, the child’s pose was a nice breather too. Really felt the fatigue build-up when it came to that plank hold. But it was pretty satisfying to transition between exercises as smoothly as possible!

Did some online shopping and watched YouTube before bed... late again.

Aug. 23

I woke up after 11AM.

Did some chatting and whatnot before getting in today’s exercise early (which was welcomingly chill.)

First, today’s DD. 1′ plank punches with EC. I counted exactly 60 reps today, so I’m fairly happy about that pace!

Last, Chapter 8 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast “Tracking Spell“. It was nice to just do meditation again. This required 10′ and I focused on breathing from the belly as best I could. Mind wandered a lil but that’s just how it goes. It was still pretty relaxing!

Chill was disrupted by a transient health scare with Dad... threw my entire day off. Was supposed to be movie night, but between anxiety about that and fear that things would interrupt movie time. But chatting and browsing stuff helped a bit.

I got to bed obscenely late again.

Aug. 24

I woke up around 2PM.

Had technical issues but more notably there was a pretty loud/angry argument bro had with the Uncle about his negligent cooking and mess-cleaning leading to the kitchen sink being backed-up.

There was shoving involved. Fucked me up mentally for a good while, if I’m totally honest... I tried doing some Sides analysis and chatted for a distraction, before doing my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 scorpion twists with EC. A little less fun to do with a slightly full stomach. But oh well. I like the exercise well enough.

Last, Chapter 9 of the SbP. I was told to charge a couple more spells.

First had to be “Shield“. Variable rest times, today. I could feel the jitters start to melt as I went along, so that was more than welcome. Some ankle complaint noted from the jumping lunges, but at least it wasn’t very many of those.

Second was just any attack spell - I charged “Wind Blast“. Pretty variable rest here, too. Kinda didn’t want to do a lot of floorwork today - but I do think I hit the arms a bit harder for it. Still gotta be mindful of your elbows for plank rotations, too.

That helped dial down the jitters I was having for a bit... so did chatting and trying to sketch a fan art idea out.

But I still wound up pulling an allnighter because I was an anxious mess today... I didn’t really get much done other than some rambling on the fandom blog and watching YouTube...

Aug. 25

This morning I did some dishes, made a trip reservation, ranted on Twitter about sources of distress before taking a couple hour nap.

Spent most of day chatting and browsing stuff.

It was a bit late, but I did get in some exercise today.

First, today’s DD. 2′ single leg hops, without EC. Had to drop at 1′30″ mark, rested a few seconds to finish up. Only counted the the longer set’s reps - 120. Honestly, sleep-deprivation REALLY didn’t help.

Last, Chapter 10 of the SbP. Casted the “Shield” spell, though I’m not doing the probability check, the roll I got was a success anyways.

Then I was to charge & cast, “Healing Level 1 Spell“ again. Whoo boy... eating jalapeno poppers was NOT the smartest decision shortly before this. Gave myself some heartburn and coughing because of said heartburn. But I powered through that. :I

Then, I hit the showers and washed my mask. Browsed tumblr for a bit before hitting the sack. Happy but unsurprised by managing the yellow zone. Exhausted and I had somewhere to be tomorrow.

Aug. 26

I woke up around 11AM.

Went to Seeking Safety Group. Went alright.

Got home and spent some hours streaming/making that glitchy, hellish mash-up I did for silly reason. Also spent time chatting and browsing about.

Very late, but I managed to get in my exercise around 11PM, tonight.

First, today’s DD. 2′ side leg raise with EC (1′/1′). This was pretty breezy to get through. Get more out of this if you can make a right angle with side of hip to floor.

Last, Chapter 11 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast the “Super Strength Spell“. Variable to max amount of rest taken between sets, this time. Tried to make the push-ups decent. But it was pretty easy to get through this in a timely fashion.

Spent rest of my night doing Sides analysis stuff. Got to bed obscenely late... only saving grace was that it was before noon. :/

Aug. 27

I woke up around noon.

I spent most of my day chatting and doing that Sides analysis stuff (interpreting pairing platonically positively.) I wound up writing like 2.3k words on that instead of fic writing... woops.

Did my exercise late.

Spent vast majority of my day working on a positive analysis of all the Sides pairings [platonic intent], set to post tomorrow. Had a lot of fun chatting about it too. I wrote like 2.3k words on it... orz

First, today’s DD. 2′ O-Pose with EC. That definitely got me trembling the whole way through. Things got real after 1′ and legs started to feel like dropping in the last 20″. But I’m really happy I managed it. This is a personal favorite exercise. Very meditative!

Last, Chapter 12 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast the “Invisibility Spell.“ Max rest. The plank rotations were the hardest part - everything else was pretty manageable.

I did get to bed too late, almost in the yellow zone.

Aug. 28

I woke up a bit after 9AM.

I had to go to my psychiatrist appointment today. Went alright... got a chance to share that scary!Remus art with him. I did mention the acute shit that’s been happening... but also my more positive coping stuff.

Got home and when the Hello Fresh arrived - I did dishes and made today’s meal. Italian noodle soup. This was another chicken sausage based soup - pretty enjoyable. Bro liked the kale soup more. But at least I think it was more accessible for pops and his lack of teeth.

I was already tired at that point... but I had to help deal with kitchen sink problems I didn’t realize were an issue. Whatever the Uncle did to “fix“ the sink broke it and it was leaking the entire time I was doing dishes! Fucking hell.

Had to take another shower after that.

Active rest day, only devoted exercise was going to be today’s DD. 40 raised leg circles with EC. Not a fan of neck strain. But doable. Just glad it was only that with my energy levels.

Got to bed later than yesterday.

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fixxofvixx · 5 years ago

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Stay With Me - Demon Leo AU - Chapter 20

Okay! Demon Leo!

So, like I said before, this will NOT end at chapter 20. I'm not sure when it will end but we'll see. There's still a few things I want to explore in this world.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!!!!

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"I'm guessing you have a death wish." Ravi's voice had lowered several octaves and was strained with anger. Looking around Ken, you saw Hakyeon standing in front of Ravi's wife with his lynx pacing in front of her. She looked scared and frazzled.

Ravi let out a shrill whistle and almost instantly, three large dogs materialized in the living room surround Hakyeon and the lynx.

"I mean no harm. I was just using your beautiful wife here as a shield so you wouldn't kill me on site. I just want to talk to you."

"You see, here's the thing. Your mangy cat is pacing in front of my wife and she has fear in her eyes. That alone makes me want to kill you on site." Ravi's deep voice echoed in the house and gave you chills.

"Why does everyone keep saying that? She's not mangy! Sibena, down." Once Hakyeon spoke, the lynx stopped pacing and trodded over to stand next to Hakyeon. Hakyeon waved his hand to Ravi's wife and she was on her feet in an instant. She wrapped her arms around Ravi and he returned the gesture.

"Now, tell me why I shouldn't feed you to my hell hounds."

"I saw what happened.....to father." Hakyeon spoke differently than he had ever before. The maliciousness was gone now but that just made you more suspicious about what he was plotting.

"Your point?"

"Your lovely wife filled me in on what happened..."

"I really don't think anything concerning my wife should come out of your mouth." Another lightning bolt tore through the room and you jumped. Leo placed his hand on the back of your neck.

*It's okay. His lightning can't hurt you. But stick close to me. I have no idea what Hakyeon is up to now.*

**Well......he can't kill me now so....**

*That's not funny.* Leo glared at you but you honestly had no choice but to make the best of the situation.

Just then Hakyeon threw something on the floor that looked like some deformed creature with about 10 legs and what looked like razor sharp teeth. Leo immediately backed away with you in tow. Ravi pulled his wife's arm until she was behind him. Ken teleported to the far corner of the room, shooting the creature a terrified look.

"Damn you, Hakyeon! Why in the hell did you bring a Larking here?!"

"That thing has been embedded in my back for two years! It fell out the moment Leo killed our father." Halyeon looked at the creature as if it would sprout wings and launch itself at him.

The hell hounds that still surrounded Hakyeon growled at the creature. The largest of the three slowly advanced on it and then looked to Ravi for instructions.

"Go."

The hell hound launched itself at the creature and then disappeared with it. Leo visibly relaxed but he kept a tight grip on you just in case.

"What the hell are you talking about Hakyeon?" Ravi was still visibly in a rage. The blue smoke swirled around the room and thunder still sounded off in the distance. The lightning had stopped, thankfully.

"For the past two years, Father has been controlling my every action. Everything that came out of my mouth was him. Every movement of my body was done by him. He was determined to get Ken's gift."

"Do you expect us to believe that?" Leo spoke quietly as if he was still trying to decide.

"You can read my thoughts, brother, so go ahead."

Leo released you but his black smoke stayed curled around you protectively. He eased himself towards Hakyeon, wary. Slowly, he put his hand on Hakyeon's forehead. After a few moments, both demons exhaled as if they had been holding their breath.

"He's actually telling the truth, for once."

"That hurts, brother." Hakyeon smiled ruefully and then his eyes locked on you. You instinctively backed up a step and Leo's smoke now covered half your body. Hakyeon stepped closer but Leo shifted his body to stand in his path. Hakyeon looked at his brother and nodded. "I only wanted to apologize."

"You don't need to be closer to her to do that."

"I suppose you're right. But..."

Hakyeon suddenly teleported, reappeared directly in front of you and grabbed you before disappearing. It happened so fast you had no idea what to do. Once Hakyeon had reached his destination, he released you. You subsequently began to hit him.

"You asshole, I knew you were lying. I thought you couldn't teleport! What the hell are you planning now?!"

"Just relax, beautiful. I promise you'll be fine. I couldn't teleport with that thing in my back. I just need to talk to you without interference."

"Ravi will find us."

"Not for a while. I have my own talents in hiding from people."

"So, talk. I want to go back."

"You used the orb, right?"

"Yes, I used it. It's gone."

"Ravi's wife said you used it to bring Leo back to life.....in exchange for your own."

"Yes." You felt so uncomfortable. You wanted this to end. You wanted to be back with Leo since now you wouldn't have much time with him. You had no idea how long Ravi would allow Leo to stay with you.

"Thank you."

You were stunned into silence for a moment. You stared at Hakyeon for a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry.....what?"

"Thank you. One, for using it so others can't. Two, for using it to save my brother."

"You're.......not Hakyeon....are you?"

"Yes, I am. Everything before was my father. I had absolutely no control over my actions. You heard Leo earlier. I'm telling the truth."

"Fine, let's say I believe you. What exactly do you want? You could have said all of this with the others around. You knew I used the orb. Your brother is alive and I'll be down here. I missed my chance at happiness because of your father and whoever those witches are posing as my parents."

"I know and I also know it was my father who killed your real parents."

You couldn't stop yourself. Before you realized it, you had brought your fist back and propelled it at Hakyeon's face. Of course you wouldn't make much of an impact on a demon but he did stumble back a bit. It was a small satisfaction. A couple seconds later, you finally realized what you had done and backed up a few steps, unsure of Hakyeon's reaction.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything. I deserved that. I wanted to apologize on behalf of my father but this seems more fitting. If you would like to continue, I won't move."

"No......no, I'm done. I shouldn't have done that. I acted without thinking."

"I did deserve it. I've been following my father for far too long. Once I found our father outside Leo's house I knew something bad had happened. But no one was in sight and I was still barred from the house so I couldn't get in. I came here to find Ravi but only found his wife and the rest you know."

"All of this......death....for a magic demon orb....."

"Ken's magic is very powerful. He can only make one of those with his gifts and when father found out he didn't give it to him, he was furious. He found the witches, gave them the power to change their appearance and went after your parents. But father had no idea that Ken had enchanted the orb so that only a human could use it. Although, I'm not sure he would have stopped even if he had known. Father was never in his right mind."

Hakyeon had somehow stepped closer to you and you hadn't noticed it. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist. You tried to jerk your arm back but he was too strong. You started to panic and full frantically pull at Hakyeon's hand that wrapped around your wrist.

"Hakyeon, let go!"

"Wait, just--"

"HAKYEON!" Your heart jumped along with your body when you heard Leo's voice fill the room. You had never heard it that loud.

"Shit, I knew that hiding spell wouldn't last long enough." Hakyeon looked at Leo and then turned back to you quickly. A thin veil encased the both of you like a snow globe. You saw Leo run forward but he couldn't break through the barrier. Faster than lightning, Hakyeon's lips were on yours and you were terrified. You tried to pushed against him but you were trapped. You saw a bright light and opened your eyes while still struggling. The light was coming from Hakyeon. You could hear Leo pounding on the glass-like barrier. He was screaming at Hakyeon to release you.

Finally, Hakyeon released you and you almost fell to the floor. Hakyeon kept his hands on your arms to steady you. The barrier lifted and Leo launched himself at Hakyeon. Leo's black smoke trailed behind him as he pinned Hakyeon against the wall by his throat.

"This time, I WILL kill you!"

"Leo, wait." Ravi appeared next to Leo and put his hand on his shoulder. You could barely see Leo shaking with rage but you were having problems of your own.

"Why the hell would I wait? You saw what he was doing! I'm going to kill him!"

"You don't have to.....he's already dead."

"What?" Leo backed away slightly from Hakyeon but he was still upright.

"I...gave....her my.....soul." Hakyeon managed to get out the words between coughing.

"Leo.....," was all you managed to get out before you fell to the floor. Thankfully, you didn't lose consciousness. Leo was by your side in an instant.

"Y/N?"

"I feel weird."

Another set of feet appeared next to you and you slowly looked up to find Hakyeon kneeling next to you. You gasped when you saw his eyes. The bright blue that all of the brothers held was gone, replaced by a dull grey.

"You will be okay, y/n. You'll feel a little weak and tired for a couple of days but then you will be back to normal."

"Hakyeon, I....." Leo had tears in his eyes and you could tell he was struggling with words.

"She deserved it, brother. Take it as my apology on behalf of our father. I'm sorry for the delivery method but there isn't another way. She can go home now."

"What? I can go home? With Leo?" You raised your head a bit from Leo's shoulder and stared at Hakyeon.

"Yes, for as long as you desire. My soul is an immortal one. I have a unique ability to give my soul to someone. I chose you."

"But that means you'll die?"

"Not necessarily. I'll just hang out down here for a while. My soul will manifest itself again. At that point, I will be able to leave."

"How long does that take?"

"About 200 years."

"Oh, Hakyeon, no, that's too long!" You were in shock. He was going to spend 200 years down in Hell until his soul grew back.

"It's alright. Time will fly by. Although, if I may request a favor, take Sibena with you. She'll hate it down here. I think she'll like the forest. She never had much time to run and play while she was with me. She's not a normal lynx. She is linked to my soul. She will live as long as my soul does. She will protect you if you'll allow it."

"Of course, Hakyeon." You tried to smile at him but you were so tired.

"Ravi, will this really work?" Leo looked to his brother.

"Yes, of course. She has a soul now, I can see it. It will take a few moments before it's fully complete. Once it's complete, the soul will go to her body."

Hakyeon sat down on the floor, seemingly exhausted. Ken stepped around Ravi and put his hand on Hakyeon's shoulder. Almost instantly, Hakyeon took a deep breath and he sat up straighter. He smiled up at Ken and nodded.

"Thank you, brother."

You looked at Hakyeon with tears clouding you vision. "Thank you, Hakyeon."

"You are very welcome."

All of a sudden, you disappeared.

#vixx fic #vixx leo #leo fic #taekwoon fic #demon leo #demon taekwoon #vixx au

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harristarrkey-blog · 6 years ago

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Evermore: Chapter Three

Summary: When Ritchie woke, he thought he was dead. For the second time that day.

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul Mccartney.

A castle stood before him, huge, bigger than Ritchie had ever seen.

It appeared to stretch in every direction, losing itself towards the sky and hiding behind clouds, almost rivaling the sun. A vast garden lied before it, matching the castle in size, with a fountain in the middle and plants and flowers of every kind surrounding it.

Everything kept hidden behind frozen, metal bars.

Ritchie gulped, not daring to touch the gate doors. It felt wrong to even see them, but it wasn’t like he had many other options. ‘Besides, of course, going the way I came and get killed by muggers or eaten by wolves’, he thought at the same time he heard a howl in the distance.

Ignoring the other voice in his head warning him that there never had been a castle in those lands before, trembling fingers met frozen metal and Ritchie wondered if he had his gloves at some point, and if he had, what had happened with them. The bar didn’t fit in Ritchie’s hand, so he had to budge it with both. For a moment, he had thought it would be a bitch to open but was pleasantly surprised when it slid almost effortlessly. Except for a bone-chilling squeak that echoed across the garden.

A stone path lead his way to the fountain, various vines and rosebushes bleeding through its cracks. The snow appeared to avoid the path as it was accumulated around it, burying benches and other portentous decorations that guarded the way.

When Ritchie stepped in, the gates closed behind him on their own making him jump a little. He tried to convince himself that he was being a little silly, but the shadows growing figures in the snow and the whistling wind didn’t help his case. Swallowing a lump, he started walking down the stone path, watching his steps carefully but trying not to miss his surroundings. The trees withered away, creating shadow figures that appeared to reach for him; the stone path cracked under his feet a little with every step taken, or at least that looked like to Ritchie; the fountain was completely frozen, with figures carved into its stone of laments and other things Ritchie couldn’t make sense of.

Plus, the roses were the only thing alive in the garden.

The closer he got to the doors, much taller than him with strong wood and a gargoyle’s face in the threshold, the feeling that the castle was trying to swallow him whole grew inside.

Still, he knocked on the wooden doors, loud echoes filling the emptiness surrounding him and reverberating in his skull. He waited for a moment to knock again, but before he could raise the handle again, the door opened and almost made him fall.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed, words spilling from his mouth before he could even think them. “I know it’s late at night and you must be very busy… but… uh, hello?”

He turned around in his place, looking for someone that was supposed to be there but couldn’t found. He shivered and tried again.

“Hello? Anyone there?” He called, but again, no one answered. Licking his lips, he wondered if he should enter, not wanting to have his head chopped off for intruding in a castle like this without permission. But, looking behind him at the quiet and creepy garden and then at the empty and dark hall inside, he wondered if anyone really lived there in first place.

“Oh, shoot” He whispered between his teeth, not daring to fully step in but being lured by the increasing warm inside. Looking for the last time at the garden just as the snow started falling with much force, he decided that he could explain himself if someone found him.

And that no one could truly be angry at someone else for looking shelter of a storm and to tend his wounds.

‘It’s not like I didn’t try…’ He thought before stepping in and closing the doors.

Thump

“Christ, I’ve never heard one so... low”

“Do you like it?”

Thump

“While I have to admit it is… such a delightful sound, I’ve gotta say I’m better inclined to your highest”

Plink

“Like that one?”

Plink

“Ohohoho… Paul, you know—”

“Hello?”

Thwack

“Fuck! John—”

“Shh, you heard that?”

“What—?”

“Anybody there?”

The curtains opened slightly, just enough for them to see someone walking by.

“Is that…?”

“I—I think”

“Oh my god”

It was a guy or a very flat-chested girl, it was difficult to tell in the dark. Especially from such a bad angle.

“Oh my god!”

“Shh, Paul!”

“Do you know what this means?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, they might be a thief or something worse”

“Well, I don’t think he’s that. Look at him, he looks… so tiny. Plus, not even thieves come this way.”

They guy traced the master’s chair with a hand but didn’t sit on it, luckily. Instead, he walked around some more and stopped in front of the fireplace.

“Look! John!”

“Fuck, Paul, I’m next to you”

“He’s wounded! We must help him”

“Wait, Paul—”

But before he could do anything, Paul was already hopping to the guy, who appeared to be looking for something to light the fire.

“Well, fuck” He grumbled, just as Paul presented himself and the guy fainted.

When Ritchie woke up, he thought that he was dead. For the second time that day.

But the throbbing in his head didn’t suit that idea so much, since death was supposed to be painless. Unless of course if he was in some afterlife being punished for not being a good enough person, but that thought made him sad.

Maybe the blue jay would appear again to scold him for wasting his opportunity at life.

But no blue jay appeared. Instead, the more he regained consciousness, the sooner he realized the sensations all over him. His head throbbed every time he tried to move it, but something soft was cushioning it; his right arm felt numb, but if he tried enough he could feel tiny drops tracking his arm; his clothes felt sticky and cold, and he wanted nothing more than a new set to dress himself; his whole body started trembling violently at the conscious feel of something warm surrounding him. Fire, probably.

Also, he started to hear voices around him.

“We have to get him new clothes. Look at him! He is wounded!”

“Do you think he’s hungry? Maybe I can finally do something for someone who will really appreciate it”

“We can get Patti to make him new clothes. And we need bandages.”

“He should take a bath, too”

A warm bath sounded good in Ritchie’s book, barely noticing the voices were talking about him. What had happened? He couldn’t recall. First, he had gone to the forest with Bethany, then… muggers, right? Yeah, that’s how he had hurt his right arm. And when he was sure he was going to die for the first time, that funny little bird appeared out of thin air and, somehow, gave him enough strength to… to walk. To walk and find help.

Then… a castle. He had found a castle in the middle of the forest. It had looked abandoned and creepy, so Ritchie hadn’t wanted to come in. But at the end, he had. Right?

Yeah, he had. And no one answered so he had tried looking for something warm and for something to tend his injuries. He had found matches and wood in the fireplace…and then…

And… then…

“Uh…” Ritchie groaned and the voices around him gasped. “I’m sorry, but what happened?”

He heard shushing and rustling sound until someone coughed.

“Well, you fainted”

Oh yeah, he remembered that now. He was trying to light the fire when something came to him. It was hopping, right? And it talked to him.

“I’m sorry” He whispered and then laughed a little, seeing the scene unfolding in his mind. “It has been a long night, and you scared me a little there.”

“We noticed”

“Understandable”

“And―” He laughed some more, thinking the silliness of the situation. “I thought―You see, I thought an object was talking to me. I know it sounds ridiculous but―I swear I’m not crazy. Just a rough night.”

He laughed, and expected the voices to laugh with him, but he was met with silence instead. He frowned.

“A―are you…?”

“We are still here, just, uh…”

“Maybe you want to open his eyes.”

So, Ritchie did, slowly and painfully.

And promptly screamed.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Please calm down sir!”

Ritchie scrambled, ignoring all the pain in his bones and ricocheted like a cork towards the wall, the farther he could get from them, the better. His back collided with a chair, heavier and sturdier than him, and made a loud thud. It hurt, but Ritchie ignored the pain because of the panic rushing throughout his body.

“Sir!” Ritchie gulped, a soundless scream in his mouth, while a funny looking violin hopped in place, but making no efforts to come closer. A bow imitated its movements next to it, flying wildly in the air. “Please! You need to calm down!”

“I―I―”

Ritchie tried to make a wide turn but hit his head with the armchair and cursed loudly this time. Someone laughed and Ritchie froze in place.

“It’s no use Paul, the lad is as mad as a dog.”

Ritchie frowned and turn following the voice. A teapot clanked its lid in, Ritchie could only guess, a mocking way.

“What?! I’m the mad one?!” He sat with his arms curved in a defensive posture. “I’m not the bloody talking teapot!”

“And I’m not the one screaming like a madman!”

“Now you are!”

“Hey!”

Ritchie covered his ears when he heard a screeching so loud it reverberated in his brain. He saw a glimpse of the fucking teapot closing its lid with much force than necessary. When it stopped, the violin pointed its bow at the teapot. “John, you are not helping. And you” He pointed the bow at Ritchie. “Need to calm down this instant. You are going to hurt yourself more.”

Oh right, his bleeding arm. He covered the wound with his other arm, trying to calm himself a little. He felt the blood starting to gush out between his fingers.

“So you are not going to hurt me?” He asked, feeling weary and confused. The violin hopped in place in a dramatic display.

“Of course not, sir! We just want to help.”

“But… you barely know me” He whispered. The teapot and the violin exchanged looks and then coughed at the same time, like they were sharing information with just their eyes.

“Well, you see…” The violin started, hopping a little towards Ritchie. When he didn’t flinch away, he hopped a little more. “It’s been years since we have had a guest, so it's in our best intentions to be the best hosts ever.”

“B―but… uh”

“He is a coherent, that one” The teapot also jumped towards Ritchie, stopping next to the violin and snorted. “Do you want our help or not?”

Ritchie frowned and opened his mouth to refuse whatever help those bloody objects could offer him but close it without saying anything. He turned his gaze towards his right arm, where his bicep was still bleeding everywhere. It wasn’t wise to accept every help offer from weird talking objects, that maybe were just really in his mind because of the blood loss, but it wasn’t wise to deny help when he clearly needed it either. Plus, he had already accepted help from a blue jay before.

“Well?”

He swallowed a knot in his throat and sighed.

“I―I do. Please, I do want your help”

#finally #john and paul have appeared #but some is missing??#the beatles #ringo starr #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #starrison #mclennon #fan fic #my writing stuff #evermore #e: chapter three #english #multichapter #beauty and the beast au

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consultingsnowqueen · 6 years ago

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And Bingo Was His Name-O

Summary: Just a wholesome fic of post-Endgame Steve, Sam, and Bucky at a nursing home. Just trying to get Bucky a date for the first time in... a while.

Notes: Just a fun little thing I did. Mostly because my friend Bridget yelled at me till I did it. Maybe I’ll do a part 2??? If you like this, let me know!

Bucky and Sam stared at each other from their seats at the table. An empty pizza box was before them, stained with grease and littered with discarded pepperoni slices and crust. Bucky was staring at it as if it was giving him all the answers of the decades he missed as well as the future. Sam just looked as if he was going to puke.

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Bucky asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Sam looked at him and shook his head. “Man, I told you to order from the place on the other side of town. Every time you order from this place, you get sick. Last time we stopped some petty crimes, you threw up on the bad guys because you insisted on getting this cheaper option.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at this and sighed.

“I meant the whole ‘Steve’ situation. I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Bucky, it’s been over a month. He’s happy.”

Bucky couldn’t believe Sam no matter how much he wanted to. In his mind he knew he was being irrational. Still, the thought of Steve alone in a bed with a knitted blanket over him filled Bucky with dread. This feeling only lingered into the next day and grew when Bucky and Sam walked down the plain hallways. The smell made Bucky crinkle his nose in disgust. It was all so plain and repetitive. He hated it so much. The workers all looked so bored in their plain uniforms. Everything was the same until the duo entered a bigger room with lots of tables and lots of people hunched over those tables looking quite aggressive and severe.

“B4!” a loud, clear voice announced.

“Bingo!”

Bucky and Sam looked over to the source of the Bingo to see Steve Rogers surrounded by papers with large, colorful dots decorating them. He looked extremely proud as the tween volunteer looked over his pages and called out letter-number combinations.

“That’s a Bingo,” the man at the front of the room confirmed as Steve high-fived the volunteer.

“I told you he was fine,” Sam muttered to Bucky, who just rolled his eyes as Steve spotted the two and waved them over.

“Got some aggressive Bingo playing going on over here,” Sam said enthusiastically, nodding to the older ladies surrounding Steve. They were like teen girls swooning as they stared at him and his many Bingo daubers. Their attention soon turned to the younger, fit men in front of them. One was sizing up Bucky, much to the amusement of Sam. Bucky didn’t notice, keeping his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Yes, we do. Paula taught me some strategies on how to properly monitor several sheets at a time, and I must say, they’ve paid off. Ladies, these are my friends, Sam and Bucky.”

They muttered greetings as they helped Steve pack up his daubers and bag to take back to his room.

“That one is cute, but he needs a haircut,” one lady muttered as Bucky looped arms with Steve to help him walk back to his room.

“Buck, I can walk just fine.”

Bucky knew this but it didn’t stop him from trying to help, anyways. Back in the ‘40s, it had been this way. Bucky helped Steve. Everything changed after that. It was always Steve going after Bucky, Steve protecting Bucky, Steve starting a civil war to keep Bucky, and Steve doing whatever it took to get Bucky back.

“I know” was all Bucky could manage. How was he supposed to convey the complex thoughts in his head? He couldn’t tell Steve that he felt like he owed it to him. Steve would just feel awful then, so Bucky kept his mouth shut. That was a good idea, too, because Steve suddenly chuckled.

“What?” Sam asked, smiling at Steve’s outburst.

“I wanna peek in this room, and I think Bucky will want to as well.”

Bucky frowned at this, his brows furrowing in confusion. Steve knocked on the doorframe and an elderly woman’s voice called out, “Come in!”

Steve led his two friends in and they were met with a woman around Steve’s age gasping.

“Sergeant Barnes, is that you?” she asked, leaning up from her bed and squinting at Bucky. Bucky squinted back and then suddenly widened his eyes.

“Dot?”

“It is you!” she cried out, reaching towards him as he picked up on her intent and awkwardly and gently hugged her with his real arm. He made sure his metal arm was behind his back. “I was wondering how you were getting on after all those documents got out. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. We all thought you were dead—oh my, do you need a haircut and a shave!”

Sam was looking from Steve to Bucky to Dot with arched eyebrows.

“I dated Bucky here back in the good old days!” Dot said, proudly. “All the girls wanted a date with him. I considered myself lucky!”

Sam tried to hold in a fit of giggles but found himself failing. He covered this with a cough. “Did you now?”

Bucky glared at Sam, who was clearly enjoying this revelation.

“Well, Sergeant, I didn’t know you were a lady killer!” Sam continued, clapping Bucky on the back.

“Shut up,” Bucky muttered.

“When’s the last date you’ve been on, Bucky?” Dot asked, innocently.

“Yeah, Buck, when was the last date you’ve been on?” Sam echoed, flashing another prize-winning grin.

“I’ve… been a little… busy…”

“Doing what?” Dot asked and Steve hid an eye-roll. She was far too naïve.

“Chilling in Wakanda,” Sam answered for him, snickering at his own comment.

“We should get going. Your family is probably going to visit today,” Steve said, ushering Sam out before Bucky killed him in front of the kind old lady.

Dot stretched her arms out for another hug from Bucky, and Bucky shuffled back over and leaned down.

“Come visit me again, Bucky. It’s so nice to see you and know you’re okay now.”

Bucky had a good idea just how nice Dot found it to see him when he felt her discreetly grab his butt. Sam noticed this and had to turn away before he completely lost it. Bucky shuffled back into the hall and cleared his throat.

“Thanks for that, Steve.”

Steve chuckled and walked into his own room and sat in a rocker. Bucky and Sam sat in chairs across from him.

“Are you sure you’re okay here?” Bucky finally blurted out.

“Buck—” Sam began, rolling his eyes.

“You’re not too lonely? Bored? You can come stay with us!”

Steve sighed and shook his head. “Buck, I know you’re worried, and I get it. I’m happy here. I have friends. I do things. I leave when I want to and I can stay with you guys whenever, but you both have responsibilities that I can’t interfere with that.”

Bucky opened his mouth to continue, but he was interrupted by the fast approaching sound of bells and the patter of footsteps. Sam and Bucky both jumped in their seats when a blur of black and brown jumped into Steve’s lap and began attacking his face. Bucky rose to help, but Steve waved him away and began laughing hysterically as a dachshund happily licked his face.

“Oh God, Captain Rogers, I am so sorry! Bingo bolted here right when I got off the elevator. He couldn’t wait to see you!”

Bucky and Sam turned to see a younger woman standing in the doorframe. Bucky’s stern face softened immediately as she sighed and smiled as Steve waved away her concerns. She wore all black, but not in the way Bucky did. Her style was quirky and there were fresh splashes of color, such as the ribbon in her curly, dark hair, or the bright, oversized glasses she wore. She was nerdy and it showed in her gestures, her voice, her everything. Sam squinted at her quirkiness but stopped when he noticed Bucky. Bucky was gazing at her as though he was looking at the Mona Lisa. His lips were parted, his eyes were glossed over, and his eyebrows were raised.

“Oh, I always look forward to seeing you and Bingo, Mia.”

The girl, Mia, looked to be in her twenties. She looked at her dog happily nestling into Steve’s lap and yawning before continuing his panting.

“Simple dog,” she muttered. “But he really likes you, Captain.”

“And I really like him.”

Sam noted the dog’s vest which read ‘therapy dog’ on it.

“So, you’re a volunteer here?” he asked, finally speaking up.

She jumped slightly, scared out of her daze by Sam’s sudden voice.

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Mia and this is Bingo. He’s my therapy dog. I trained him and we go to hospitals and nursing homes together.”

“Sam Wilson,” he responded, holding out his hand. “I work as a counselor for veterans with PTSD. If you and Bingo are willing to visit, I know a lot of dog lovers.”

Mia happily shook his hand and nodded. “Bingo lives for attention, so we’ll definitely visit if you’d like.”

Steve watched as Bucky continued staring and began to fidget when Mia finally noticed him. Her smile softened to one that assured him that she wasn’t going to be too hyper for him or embarrass him. He tried to return the smile but felt himself faltering.

“Captain Rogers, is this your grandson?”

Bucky’s eyes widened. Even Steve and Sam found themselves shocked, but Steve took complete advantage of the situation after looking from Mia to Bucky and repeating this several times.

“Oh, yes! Yes, this is my grandson, Bucky! He is definitely my grandson, and he is single! Would you like his number?”

Bucky felt his face heat up as his eyes remained wide. Even Sam was horrified by Steve’s boldness. Mia, however, didn’t bat an eye. She jerked her head, a sign for Bingo to jump off Steve’s lap, and reconnected his leash. She stood straight, pulling a marker out of her pocket, and walking towards Bucky. Still completely struck, Bucky didn’t bother moving when she pulled his hoodie sleeve up (thankfully on his real arm) and wrote on his arm.

“Tell ya what, Cap… I’ll just write my info here, and if your friend wants to call me for Bingo, he can look at your grandson’s arm. And if your cute grandson wants to call me for dinner, he can look in the mirror. Hopefully one of them will call me,” Mia said, walking to the door, but not forgetting to wink at Bucky.

“I hate you, Steve,” Bucky said when she was finally out of earshot.

Steve only chuckled and high-fived Sam.

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thepokyone · 6 years ago

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Finding Eleven Pt. 9

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Content/Warnings: angst; violence; language

Words: 2564

A/N: So Billy is in this chapter. Finally. Things are happening, and I dropped canon like it’s hot, so there’s that. Anyway, enjoy!

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Part 9: Benched

“It’s not like it was before,” Hopper said, all of you gathered around as he had discussed what he had seen at the gate. “It’s grown. A lot. And I mean, that’s considering we can even get in there. That place is crawling with those dogs.”

“Demodogs,” Dustin interrupted.

Hopper raised his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s demogorgon and dog mashed together,” You said, before Dustin could rehash the whole thing again. “Moving on.”

“Uh, right,” Hopper said, shaking his head. “As I was saying-”

“I can do it,” El said quietly.

“You’re not hearing me,” Hopper said. And as much as you agreed with him, you knew she was right. It was the only way.

The resolve was clear in her voice. “I’m hearing you. I can do it.”

Though her eyes still slid to you, seeking your approval. You gave her a tiny nod, feeling warmth curl in your stomach at the realization that it was your permission, not Hopper’s, that she wanted, even after all this time.

“Even if El can, there’s still another problem.” Mike’s voice cut through your silent conversation. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”

“I thought that was the whole point,” Max said.

“Will is part of the body,” You said.

Mike nodded. “And if we’re right, and El closing the gate kills the Mind Flayer’s army…”

“Will dies too,” Lucas finished.

You leaned back, running a hand through your hair. “There has to be a way to separate Will from the Mind Flayer.”

“You’ve done it,” Joyce said, staring at you. “How did you do it?”

“Force of will, mostly. But Will could never do it. Even with my gifts, it was like he was pressing shards of ice into my brain,” You said, frowning. “It’s too risky for me to try and free Will, I couldn’t do it. I barely held the Mind Flayer off the first time. There has to be another way.”

“I want to see him,” El said, breaking the troubled silence that followed.

“Okay, sweetheart. Sure, you can see him,” Joyce said, she and Jonathan leading the way to his room. It was frigid, a chill crawling it’s way up your spine. After your experience with the Mind Flayer, you never wanted to feel cold again.

“He likes it cold.” Joyce’s voice was soft, but it was enough to break you out of your thoughts.

“What?” Hopper asked. He clearly wasn’t following.

“It’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold. We keep giving it what it wants!” Joyce exclaimed. “When you tried to bring Will back, Y/N, you said it tried to take over your mind instead. Like shards of ice?”

“And hot water was what helped me beat it back,” You said slowly, comprehension dawning on your face.

Nancy, too, had caught on. “If this is a virus, and Will is the host, then…”

“We need to make the host uninhabitable,” Jonathan finished.

“So if he likes it cold…” Nancy continued.

Once again, she was cut off - this time by Joyce. “Then we need to burn it out of him.”

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time,” Mike said.

Dustin agreed. “Yeah, somewhere far away.”

Hopper spoke. “I know a place.”

The following few minutes were spent in a flurry of activity, Hopper carrying Will out to Joyce’s car as he gave directions to his cabin. While they were busy, you joined Steve and Nancy to search for heaters or anything else that may help Will, though you drifted away to give them privacy. They had history, and it wasn’t your place to interfere. Regardless, you offered Nancy what you hoped was a comforting smile before following after Steve, back towards the house.

“Mike is just saying goodbye to El,” Dustin told you. “They’re out front. I’d give them a minute.”

“Thanks,” You said with a nod, moving the curtain to glance out the window. You thought for a moment they were going to kiss, but Hopper called, and you knew you had only moments to say goodbye to her. You hurried outside before they could leave.

“You’ll be fine,” You said softly, pulling her into a hug. “You’re so strong, stronger than I ever was - and I don’t just mean your powers. You’ve been through so much, you could have ran away at any moment, but you didn’t. Not like I did. And I need you to know that leaving you behind was the worst decision I ever made. I’ve always regretted it, so when you get back, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“You don’t have to,” She whispered, eyes glistening with tears.

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, clinging on for a moment longer, knowing that where she was going you wouldn’t be able to protect her. Finally, you dropped your arms, meeting Hopper’s gaze. “I’ll keep her safe, Y/N. I promise.”

You nodded, wiping away the tears from your eyes as El climbed into the passenger seat. You watched until the tail lights on Hopper’s car disappeared from view, reaching out to squeeze Mike’s shoulder. He glanced over at you, and you could see his eyes glistening in the darkness.

“It’ll be okay,” You said softly. He nodded slowly.

“Let’s get inside,” Steve said, after several more minutes had passed. “It’s not safe out here.”

“Doubting my ability to keep you safe, Harrington?” You teased, shooting him a weak smile.

He smiled back. “Not a chance. But let’s not stick around to attract unnecessary trouble.”

“Couldn’t you levitate this or something?” Steve complained, staring down in disgust at the demodog he was being forced to carry as Dustin made space in the fridge.

“Need to save my strength,” You said with a smirk, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “We’re not out of the woods yet. I still wish I could have gone with El.”

“But you said it was too dangerous,” Lucas said as Steve was working on wrangling the dead demodog into the fridge.

“It is. It doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could have gone. I can’t protect her from here,” You said with a sigh.

“She seems to do alright without you.” Mike hadn’t meant for the words to hurt, but they stung anyway.

“Yeah. I know,” You muttered. Unlike Mike, who was pacing a whole in the floor, you had taken up residence on the couch, eyes half-lidded shut. Being a glorified babysitter wasn’t exactly how you had planned this playing out. You ignored them as they bickered, though something caught your attention.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Steve had been saying.

“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin said slowly. “I mean, these demodogs have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

“So if we can get their attention-” Lucas started.

Max finished his thought. “Maybe we can draw them away from the lab.”

“Clear a path to the gate,” Mike said thoughtfully.

“I’m in,” You said.

“What?!” Steve asked. “That’s a suicide mission! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I got it!” Mike said excitedly, moving off towards the kitchen. “This is where the chief dug his hole. This is our way in to the tunnel. So here, right here -” at this he ran off to a different part of the room, “- This is like a hub. So you got all the tunnels feeding into here. Maybe if we set this on fire-”

“Yeah, that’s a no,” Steve said, looking less than pleased.

The kids, however, were ignoring him. Dustin spoke. “The Mind Flayer would call away his army.”

“They’d all come to stop us,” Lucas said, sounding as if that was the best thing he had heard all day.

“And Y/N could hold them off!” Dustin finished, looking at you.

You raised your eyebrows. “Wait, I don’t know about that. I mean, five or ten? Sure. But over a hundred? Not a chance.”

“It’s not like we’d wait around for them!” Mike said impatiently. “We could circle back to the exit, and by the time they realize we’re gone-”

“El would be at the gate,” Max said.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve yelled over the noise, glaring at all of you. “This is not happening.”

He met protests from the kids, but you were starting to realize that he could be right. Even with your help, there were too many things that could go wrong. But at the same time, if you stayed put knowing you could have helped and something happened…

“No buts! I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I’d plan on doing. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?”

You blinked. “Uh… no. I never played sports? I mean, that is what you’re talking about, right?”

Steve let out a sigh. “It’s not happening.”

“This isn’t some stupid sports game!” Mike said angrily.

“I said does everybody understand that?” Steve asked, pointing a dish towel at them. You had to cough to hid your snickers, but you weren’t entirely successful if the glare he sent your way was anything to go on. “I need a yes.”

He probably would have gotten them to agree, if an engine revving hadn’t broken the silence. Max ran towards the window, horror on her face as she peered out.

“Who the hell is that?” You asked.

“Don’t ask me,” Steve said with a shrug.

“It’s my brother,” Max said.

“Oh, that asshat you had to sneak away from earlier?” You filled in. She nodded. “Great. Just great. Because this day couldn’t possibly get any better.”

“He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me. He’ll kill us,” She said, sounding scared.

“Do you guys keep forgetting I have powers, or…?” You trailed off, raising your eyebrows. Max glanced at you, and though she still looked worried, she was a little calmer than before.

“I’ll handle this,” Steve said lowly, stepping towards the door. “Step in only as a last resort, Y/N.”

“Alright, alright. Fine,” You said, shrugging. “Though I’ll decide when that is.”

“Deal.”

Billy’s voice was loud enough that it carried through the walls of the house. “Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?”

Steve’s retort was quick. “Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants.” You let out a light snort.

“What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Steve said. “Amigo.”

“Looking for my stepsister. Little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, that’s weird. I don’t know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch,” Billy provided.

You clenched your jaw at the insult, but Steve, to his credit, sounded unphased. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

“You know, I don’t know, this… this whole situation, Harrington, I don’t know. It’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.” To be fair, it was odd that Steve was at the Byers’ house.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen-year-old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you in a stranger’s house. And you lie to me about it.”

Steve scoffed. “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said. She’s not here.”

You realized, a little too late, that all four of the kids had their faces pressed to the window, while you were listening in on the conversation with your ear pressed to the door.

“Guys, get down!” You hissed. But it was too late.

Billy’s next words were barely audible. “Then who is that?”

“Shit!” Dustin exclaimed, the four of them ducking down. “Did he see us?”

“Yes!” You said, irritated. “Thank you, idiots. Get behind me, all of you.”

They scrambled to obey as the door whipped open, Billy striding inside. Steve was nowhere in sight. His eyes narrowed. “Well, well, well.” He slammed the door behind him, advancing. The kids scuttled backwards, but you refused to back down. “Look at what we have here. Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise. And who the hell are you?”

“Does this count as last resort?” Dustin asked, as Billy stopped mere feet away from you.

“Yeah, I’d say it does,” You said casually, simply tilting your head.

“I’m here for Max. Get out of my way,” Billy said lowly.

“I’ve heard all about you,” You said, crossing your arms. “And you’re not getting anywhere near those kids. So I suggest you turn around and walk away before I make you.”

He scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I’ll give you one more chance. Move. Out. Of. My. Way.” Billy meant the words to be intimidating. To anyone else, they would have been.

“No.” He had barely moved before you spoke, your power, halting him in his tracks. “Stop.”

Billy was frozen in place, unable to move despite his best efforts. He was struggling against your hold, you could feel it, but it was fruitless. No one had been able to break free of your orders. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“I’m keeping you from hurting anyone else,” You said calmly.

Steve burst into the door, looking winded but otherwise unharmed. “Sorry, I-”

“No worries,” You said with a shrug. “I’m handling it.”

“Max, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?” Billy demanded, though the question was much less impressive considering he couldn’t actually do anything.

“It’s none of your business, Billy,” She said softly. “Just leave me alone.”

“I can make him, Max. Just say the word,” You offered. Billy was still struggling against your power, and the concentration you needed to keep him in check made blood begin to drip out of your nose. No one ever fought against your control this much - it was actually quite impressive. “Stop fighting it, it won’t do any good.”

“What kind of freak-”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence. Your temper snapped, dropping your use of mind control to instead grab him via telekinesis, striding towards him even as he was shoved back against the wall. “I’d choose your next words very, very carefully if I were you.”

“Y/N, stop!” Steve ordered, grabbing your arm. “Stop. Don’t sink to his level.”

You grit your teeth, staring up at Billy’s terrified face. Steve was right. You dropped your hold, and he slid to the floor with a thud. Your glare, however, didn’t falter. “Don’t try anything.”

Billy was staring at you, a mixture of fear and intrigue on his face before he dropped his head, avoiding your eyes. “I won’t.”

“What are we supposed to do with him?” Steve asked, staring down at Billy.

You were thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “We take him with us.”

“Take him with us? We’re not going anywhere, remember? We’re on the bench,” Steve told you, looking annoyed.

You shook your head, a steely glint in your eye. “I’m not going to hide here anymore. Hopper and El need that distraction to get inside. So we’re going to go start a fire, and you can come willingly… or unwillingly.”

“Alright, alright. Fine.” Steve threw his hands up in defeat, recognizing by your tone of voice that you would do anything to protect Eleven, even if it meant forcing him to agree. “Let’s go help Hopper and El.”

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reluctantwrites · 6 years ago

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A Matter Of Time

Thank you @bladeverbena for the prompt (and sorry it took so long to deliver)!

In which there’s trouble at the Miller Farm, Cyrus puts himself in danger, and Darren finally figures out how to explain why he is not okay with that. (Approx 6000 words, set five years post-Inquisition. First kiss fic).

Cyrus had overstayed his welcome. He knew it. They knew it. Everyone knew it. Even though he kept trying to ignore it, he couldn’t shake that stomach-sinking sensation that today, surely, would be the day. The day the Millers paused when they saw him and shared one of those long, heavy looks. The day they apologised profusely and wrung their hands; an attempt to ease the final blow.

This was it. It had to be.

Today would be the day they finally asked him to leave.

It had been two months since he’d found himself at the freshly painted gate of the Miller farm, hovering uncertainly before the wooden partition. There had been no one in sight, but Cyrus had been bone-weary and exhausted, his boots falling apart on his feet, his coin pouch empty, his stomach twisted into painful knot of hunger and apprehension. In the end, he’d taken a risk, opting to beg forgiveness if he couldn’t ask permission. He hadn’t known what else to do. Even months later, part of him still remembered the way his heart had pounded as he approached the quaint, picturesque farmstead. It had been loud. Violent. Terrifying.

Now, as he descended the stairs from the second floor, he felt that same rhythm like a kick to the chest.

It told him to expect the inevitable. Told him that he was a burden. A strain. Cyrus knew nothing about farming; he was certain that whenever he tried to help he just slowed things down. He was another mouth to feed in a town that had suffered average to poor harvests two years in a row. Another body to clothe, clad in Darren’s old shirt and trousers. They hung loose and comfortable off his leaner frame. He had lost weight since parting ways with Ralon and Lyrene in the Free Marches.

In the end, one thing was acutely obvious. Cyrus had nothing to offer besides himself.

Maker, what a piss-poor deal.

Uncertainly, Cyrus made his way into the kitchen. Mrs Miller was already up, bustling about the way she always did, pots clanging, the smell of breakfast rising hot and welcoming from the stove. She was whistling a familiar tune; a folk song popular among Fereldeners. Cyrus hadn’t heard it before coming to the farm, but now he was so well acquainted with it that he often caught himself humming it despite not knowing a single word.

As Mrs Miller turned to toss some eggshells into a bowl, she spotted him.

Cyrus’ heartrate spiked.

“Ah, there you are – good!” The short woman smiled, her cheeks round and warm, slightly flushed from the heat of the stove as she gestured to a nearby cabinet. “Be a dear and get that pitcher down for me? ‘fraid my arms aren’t quite long enough.”

Relaxing slightly, happy that he had something useful to do, Cyrus obliged. Moving into the kitchen, he reached up, rising onto his toes, carefully sliding the metal pitcher off the top of the cabinet. “What’s it doing up here?” He asked, passing it down to Mrs Miller. The woman just shook her head and just gave a deep, fond sigh. Their eyes met, and in unison, they answered the question.

“Darren.”

Mrs Miller broke into bright, easy peals of laughter. “Oh, the poor thing. He just forgets how tall he is now.” Shaking her head fondly, she returned to the task of cooking breakfast. “Or maybe he just forgets how short his poor mother is. That’s the way of the Miller men, you know. Always accidentally putting things out of reach!”

Cyrus just snorted, and was about to offer to help when frantic, sharp knocking from the front door cut through the sound of sizzling eggs. Mrs Miller froze, eyes wide as she turned. Cyrus raised a hand to still her, offering a single nod before heading to the door. It was unusual for them to have visitors, yet alone so early in the morning. While it wasn’t likely, if there was trouble, Cyrus sure as shit didn’t want Darren’s mother anywhere near it.

But instead of a cutthroat or a wayward mercenary, what Cyrus was greeted with was a breathless boy who couldn’t be older than twelve. His freckled cheeks were flushed, his mousy hair and simple clothing wildly askew. Cyrus raised his brows, and was about to ask what was wrong when the boy just started babbling.

“I-I saw her, all black and white with that big ol’ tail, barking like mad, so I followed because I wanted to see what she was all upset over, and I-I-I—”

The boy broke off into a panicked wheeze, coughing, eyes watering. Cursing, Cyrus hurriedly stepped out of the doorway. Mrs Miller, as though sensing the distress of a child, appeared like a spirit of the fade, drying her hands hastily on the rag draped over her shoulder.

“Oh my dear! Come in now. Deep breaths, nice and calm,” she cooed, her voice a soft and feathery comfort. “Maker’s breath, you’re all flushed. We’ll get you a nice drink, all right? Then you can tell us what’s the matter.”

But the boy was shaking his head frantically. “No, no, no.” The panic returned in a wave and he looked desperately to Cyrus. “Was a bear! I swear it was! And she was barkin’ and growlin’ and trying to keep it away, but it wasn’t scared of her—”

“Scared of who?” Cyrus demanded as Mrs Miller gasped softly, alarm written across her round face. “Where did you see the bear?”

The boy sucked in a few shaky breaths, pointing a finger back out the doorway. “O-Over by the south fence! T-There was a dog, also.” He glanced back to Mrs Miller. “She looked a lot like yours.”

Mrs Miller gasped, hand flying to her lips. “Minty!” Those Miller-blue eyes cut across to Cyrus. “Oh Maker, w-we need to get Darren and his father. They’ll be out on the north field.”

Even as she spoke, Cyrus was moving. He raced down the hallway, skidding to a halt before a what used to be a linen cupboard. Wrenching open the doors, what he found inside was far from old towels and sheets. Instead, it held Darren and Cyrus’ old gear, and without wasting time Cyrus grabbed his sword, surprised by the sensation of comfort when he closed his hand around the hilt. “Go find them,” he said to Mrs Miller as he passed her, heading for the door. “I’ll see what I can do about Minty and… shit, I’ll try keep the bear away from the house.”

He didn’t stop to listen to her terrified protests. He didn’t even pause as Mrs Miller called after him, voice panicked as he rushed out onto the south field. All he knew was that there was a bear on the property, close to the Miller home, and Darren loved that damn dog more than he loved most people.

So, Cyrus started running.

Darren’s feet pounded against the ground, the dry soil kicking up dust behind him. His Inquisition sword was clutched tightly in hand, heart hammering harder than it had in years. Even after defeating Corypheus, he’d kept up his training routine, practicing drills and stances. As Captain Lavellan used to say, a soldier was only as strong as his greatest weakness. Even though farm-work rarely called for the use of a blade, Darren had refused to let what he learned in the Dawn Squad go to waste.

Now, he was grateful for that.

For five years, he’d never had to draw his sword for anything other than practice. Maybe he’d just been lucky. Or maybe Cyrus was right, and bad luck really did follow him wherever he went.

Either way, it didn’t matter now. In the distance, Darren could hear Minty barking madly, the sound so vicious and unlike her that it spurred him to pick up his pace. Truthfully, Darren had nearly forgotten to grab his sword in his haste to rush after Cyrus. Sure, the Orlesian was good, but he also had no idea how to deal with Ferelden bears. Most folks didn’t.

With that thought in mind, his chest tight enough to snap in half with worry, Darren kept running until he neared the southern fence.

That was when he heard a roar.

The black bear was larger than Cyrus had expected. Then again, he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d expected. When he’d arrived, it had arguably been just in time. Minty, ever the brave idiot that she was, had been keeping the bear at bay, snapping and growling, barking angrily in an attempt to stop it from heading towards the house. Now that he thought about it, the smell of food had probably lured it out of the forest. But as Cyrus closed the distance, the bear had begun to realise Minty was no real threat. Its movements had grown bolder, the swipes of its claws and snapping of its teeth barely missing the dog as she leaped and dodged, hackles dark, teeth bared.

She was still barking furiously as Cyrus arrived and faced off against the dark wall of fur, muscle, and claw. His blade flashed as he feinted towards it, trying to scare it off more than anything. At first it almost seemed like it was working; the bear took a few steps back, growling and snorting at the presence of a newcomer. But, as with Minty, that wariness swiftly passed. Now, all Cyrus could do was watch as its shoulders hunched, black fur bristling, its lips peeling back to reveal a row of yellow, razor-sharp teeth.

Oh Maker…

The bear roared and charged for him. Cyrus swore, diving to the side, trying to get out of its path.

Too slow.

The bear lashed out, one of its claws catching him on the shoulder, its razor point sinking into flesh. With the sharp tearing of fabric, Cyrus hit the ground hard, the wind rushing out of him, his sword flying from his grasp. Groaning, gasping, Cyrus tried to get up – tried to move as he heard the bear crash to a stop behind him, twigs and fallen branches snapping beneath its massive paws. The sound of deep, grunting breaths sent a rush of primal fear down Cyrus’ spine, chilling him to the marrow. In those few frantic moments, all he could do was imagine the bear up against him, breath putrid from its last kill, claws pressing down on his back, teeth sinking into his neck…

Then, there was more.

More noises. Louder. Closer.

A blur of black and white leaping in front of him.

The sound of a familiar, shouting voice.

“Go! Go on, get out of here!”

Darren’s voice was loud and firm, projecting precisely all of the confidence he didn’t feel. Pushing aside the fear wreaking havoc with his stomach, he stood tall, blade raised, polished steel catching the sunlight like a beacon. Minty – the good girl – was standing protectively over the fallen Cyrus, snarling and barking like a hunting hound made vicious from the scent of blood.

The bear growled, hurling its bulk around to face Darren, a low, dangerous sound reverberating from deep within its barrel of a chest. Breathing hard, eyes flicking between the bear and Cyrus, a flash of brightness among the grass caught Darren’s attention. He lunged towards it, hand closing around Cyrus’ blade, lifting it from the ground.

Whirling back to face the bear, Darren raised both blades above his head…

… and began clashing them together.

The sound was loud and sharp and violent, ringing out like metallic thunderclaps through the field. Darren stared down the black bear, circling until he was also positioned between it and Cyrus. Minty grew bolder, prowling to his side, her fur standing dark and threatening along the line of her spine as she snarled and spat. Even her mouth foamed slightly from the force of her fury; the intensity of her instinct to protect her family.

All of them.

For a moment, it seemed as though the bear would try to charge, its huge shoulders rolling as it shifted its weight. It wanted to get to its kill. Darren readied himself, not entirely sure what he planned to do, but unwilling to step aside.

Then, behind him, Cyrus suddenly gasped in a lungful of air. Coughing, trembling, the Orlesian struggled onto his knees, a hand pressed to his shoulder, expression tight with pain.

That, it seemed, was enough to tip the scale in their favour.

Its kill no longer dead and clearly outnumbered, bear gave a final, almost frustrated roar then huffed sharply. Once. Twice. Three times. Dark eyes studied Darren for what felt like an eternity, the blond’s heart doing flips in his chest.

Then, it turned away.

The bear’s massive form lumbered back into the trees, the sound of twigs and branches snapping beneath its large feet terrifying despite the fact it was clearly leaving. Darren continued glaring at its back, trying to look ‘dominant’ until the steep hill that descended into the forest carried the bear away and out of sight.

Relief flooded through him, palpable and intoxicating. He gave a giddy laugh; a mixture of nerves and adrenaline.

Then, at the sound of a whine from Minty, Darren tossed the swords aside and rushed to Cyrus’ side.

“For the last time, I’m fine, okay? It’s just a scratch.”

“That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least wash it. That was a bear claw, Cyrus. You don’t want that cut turning green, do you?”

Cyrus huffed and rolled his eyes, but ultimately decided not to argue. In the small room, Darren moved about, dragging a second stool over, careful not to knock over the small pail of water on the floor. He seemed… well, Cyrus wasn’t entirely sure what he seemed. He wasn’t angry, but there was definitely something troubled about the blond as he set the bucket between his feet and shoved a cloth into the water.

“Darren, what’s the matte—”

“Shirt off.” His voice was stiff and cold as he soaked the cloth. “It’ll be easier to clean without it.”

Uncertainly, Cyrus obeyed, moving slowly to undo the buttons. There was something definitely wrong with Darren. He wasn’t even looking at him, brow drawn tight, shoulders tense beneath the thin cotton of his shirt. In that moment, Cyrus knew he’d fucked up. Somehow, some way, he’d fucked up big time.

Rather than deal with the implications of that particular thought, he tried to busy himself with his stubborn shirt buttons instead. Fumbling for a few moments, grunting and cursing silently, it took Cyrus longer than he cared to admit to realise what the problem was.

His hands were shaking.

Pausing, Cyrus frowned, abandoning the task to curl them into fists. He clenched for a few seconds, knuckles bleeding white, fingernails digging into his palms, trying to regain some semblance of control over the subtle tremor.

It didn’t work.

He felt the full weight of Darren’s gaze on him.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Cyrus muttered as he gave up and made a second attempt on the buttons. The first came free easily enough. But the second, like a traitor, was intent on defying him, slipping away from his fingertips once… twice... fuck…

“Here.”

Darren’s voice, to Cyrus’ private relief, was softer this time. Almost apologetic. His hands moved gently as he reached out, calloused fingers making short work of familiar buttons, popping them free. It was ridiculous, but Cyrus couldn’t help the way his heart thrummed a little harder for each that came undone, the cool air weaving through the gap in the cloth, sending a shiver across his skin. No matter how badly he tried to calm down; to still his heart and his hands; neither seemed inclined to listen.

And then there was Darren.

“You’re pissed at me.” It was more an observation than a question, so Cyrus declared it, trying to keep the pain off his face as he slipped his shirt down, wincing as it pulled free form his injury. “Do I just have to sit here and lose my mind over it, or are you going to tell me why?”

Darren snorted softly, his hand dipping into the bucket. “That’s tempting, you know.” He drew out the cloth, wringing out the excess water in one tight, strong hand, his whole forearm tensing with the motion. “A little worrying might do you some good. Get you thinking about how the rest of us feel.”

Frowning, Cyrus just watched blond as he shifted closer, stool sliding across the floor. Reaching out, he rested one hand on Cyrus’ shoulder blade to keep him still, the other gently dabbing around the wound. The water was cold and unpleasant against his skin, but for whatever reason, Cyrus didn’t feel like complaining. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Darren sighed. “It means,” he said, exasperated, “that maybe if you stopped to think more about the things that could go wrong, you might be more careful. Y’know. Worry more.”

It was almost laughably ironic, given all Cyrus seemed to do was worry. But of course, how could Darren possible know that?

“Wait,” Cyrus reached up, fingers curling around the blond’s wrist, stilling the hand that tended him. “You’re mad at me because I went after the bear? Seriously?”

This time, Darren rolled his eyes. It always felt strange, seeing him pull those kinds of expressions. It was a little like looking into a mirror.

A handsome, broad-shouldered, blond mirror.

“What gave it away?” Darren asked, continuing to clean the wound despite Cyrus’ grip on his wrist. Clearly he’d only paused in the first place out of kindness. For a second, Cyrus thought he was going to leave it at that, but then, something shifted. Gave way. That stony mask Darren had built up crumbled, revealing the blond’s true feelings lying just underneath. The look he gave him, those blue eyes deep enough to drown in, was raw and without pretense. “You scared me, Cyrus.”

Cyrus felt his throat tighten, a rope of guilt fastening around his neck. All he could do was try to make light, so he gave a soft snort and looked away. “I used to scare you all the time, remember? You should be used to my bullshit by now.”

“I’m serious.” Darren stopped, this time of his own volition, eyes cutting across to fix on Cyrus’ face. There was a hardness to them now; the product of years of training. Hard work. Growing up. Yet, Cyrus could still see the achingly familiar softness that formed the man’s core. That gentle, heart-tugging concern for the people around him. “When ma said you’d run off, I…” Darren’s throat bobbed. He shook his head. “Maker’s breath – you tried to take on a bear, Cyrus. Alone. What were you thinking?”

Cyrus was starting to get tired of being questioned.

“I was thinking about your damn dog, Darren.”

The bluntness of the statement seemed to take Darren by surprise. So much so that he sat back slightly, bloodied cloth in hand, blinking. “Minty?”

Slowly, Cyrus nodded. His gaze sank to the floorboards, hands fidgeting uncomfortably on his lap. “Some kid said he thought he saw her in trouble. And shit, I know how much you love that fucking dog, so I…” He shrugged, then hissed in pain, his shoulder burning. Darren’s hands immediately moved to still him. “I-I went to get her. Was that so fucking wrong?”

For a moment, neither man said anything. The silence that descended was thick and heavy. It wrapped around the pair like a blanket, moulding to the curves of their backs as they sat across from each other in quiet contemplation. The blond’s hands were warm against Cyrus’ skin, the heat from his palms so soothing that for a few moments, Cyrus almost forgot the pain. But it was pain that had nothing to do with the wound. Pain that dug deeper every time Darren questioned him. Accused him of carelessness.

You need to leave.

It was only a matter of time.

“You’re right.” Darren’s confession came in the middle of Cyrus’ spiralling thoughts, startling him back to the present. In truth, the words seemed almost reluctant to leave the blond’s lips. “I do love Minty. She’s my friend. Part of the family. She’s looked out for me ever since I was just a kid.”

Cyrus nodded, not sure of what to say. None of that surprised him, in any case. He’d remembered how fondly Darren would talk about her back in the Inquisition barracks. Back when they all wore the same colours and fought for something they believed in.

It seemed like a lifetime ago, now.

“But Cyrus, listen… all that stuff… it’s the same for you. You know that, right?”

Cyrus blinked, his mind easing from his thoughts to focus back on Darren. “I… what?”

The cloth moved again, sweeping gently over his injured shoulder, blood and dirt wiping away from tanned skin. “Those things I said. About Minty.” Darren’s voice was perfectly steady as he looked up to meet Cyrus’ puzzled gaze. “They’re all the same for you.” He paused, then repeated himself more intently. “You know that, right?”

Slowly, the movement controlled and calm, Darren drew the bloodied cloth from his skin and returned it to the bucket, letting it sink beneath the warm water, blood tinging it pale pink. Confusion and uncertainty warred for dominance in Cyrus’ chest, his heart feeling somehow too small for his ribcage. He called the words back – ran them through his mind. Love. Friend. Family. He could only assume he had misremembered them, but at the same time, he’d never really had a bad memory.

At least, not where Darren was concerned.

It was as though the blond sensed Cyrus’ internal panic. He sat back slightly, giving him a bit more space, but even still, their faces hovered less than a hand-span apart. Cyrus couldn’t help but notice the dusting of freckles across the bridge of Darren’s nose. The strong cut of his jaw. The soft fan of brown lashes that framed his eyes.

“I…” Cyrus swallowed, the word sticking in his throat. He cleared it roughly. “I didn’t. Know that.”

It was the lamest response he could have given. Cyrus wanted to kick himself.

But despite that, or perhaps because of it, a soft smile curved Darren’s lips.

“I reckon you did, deep down.” His eyes brightened, something fond and amused dancing in them as he breathed out a chuckle. “You’re a lot of things, Cyrus, but you’re not stupid. Never have been.”

Cyrus’ heart was pounding, but it was different to how it had been that morning. Different, even, to how it had been that first day he’s arrived at the Miller farm, when his fingers had tingled and his legs had threatened to give way beneath him with each step. The things Darren was saying… it didn’t seem possible. It couldn’t be possible. He knew the Millers all put up with him, but he’d assumed it had been out of some misplaced sense of responsibility, or because they were all just too kind to send him away.

But at the same time, Cyrus had sensed his own feelings towards Darren changing over the weeks as they turned into months. It began with his growing admiration for the man he had become. Strong, confident, yet still endlessly kind. Three things worthy of any good man. Three things in short supply alone, yet alone together. That admiration that had come with a range of other emotions Cyrus had no idea what to do with, so he just did what he always did. He pushed them down. Hid them away. Buried them. Doing shit like that… it was safe. He hadn’t wanted to make a mistake and to lose what he already had; the people he had grown to care about.

The person he had grown to…

“Cyrus?” Darren’s brow had creased again, that familiar knot forming between them that showed he was truly troubled. “Are you alright?”

The blond’s gaze flicked down pointedly, then back up. It was only then that Cyrus realised his hands were clenched so tightly that his nails had bitten sharp crescents into his palms. With effort, he forced them to uncurl, his breathing tight and shallow. “Yeah.” He gave a stiff nod. “I just… didn’t think you felt that way.”

This time it was Darren’s turn to look surprised. He fixed Cyrus with a look so shocked that it would have been comical, had the situation been less intense. “You can’t be serious.” He laughed, then, the sound bright and warm, actually lifting some of the tension from Cyrus’ shoulders. “Could you please tell Claire that for me? She’s been teasing me for weeks. Said if I was any more obvious I’d just lean in and kiss you!”

Darren continued laughing, and to Cyrus’ surprise, he found himself laughing too, although somewhat out of shock. It was the strangest thing, sitting across from the blond, wounded and terrified, but laughing. Laughing over something that, Maker, they probably shouldn’t really be laughing over.

Should they?

This sort of thing… it was meant to be serious, wasn’t it? Sincere and fumbling. Awkward. Uncomfortable.

Yet, with Darren, Cyrus had never truly felt uncomfortable.

Maybe it was about time he stopped being so surprised by that.

“So… should I?”

Darren’s voice was low. Soft. Cyrus found himself beneath the watch of curious eyes, the echo of a smile still on Darren’s lips as he waited, still so close, still so… right there. It took a moment for Cyrus to realise what he was referring to. When he did, heat rushed to his cheeks, his breath hitching slightly in his chest.

If I was any more obvious, I’d just lean in and kiss you.

“I… if you want to.” Of all the pathetic things Cyrus could have said, that probably topped the list. He saw a fresh wave of doubt flicker across Darren’s face and, panicked, reached out, resting his hand on the blond’s knee, hurrying to continue. “No, wait. I didn’t… I mean, fuck, yes. I do. I want you to. I—”

The entire time, it felt like the world was spinning out of focus. That all that was left was him and Darren and his horrible inability to say how he fucking felt without screwing it up. Don’t screw it up. Damn it, don’t screw it up. Cyrus was so focused on Darren, so intent, that it seemed the blond was getting closer, the rest of the room melting away around him. The look in those blue eyes shifted from concerned to fond. That mesmerising mouth softened into a familiar, warm smile.

The next thing Cyrus knew, his eyes were closed and Darren’s lips were pressed against his.

It was a soft, careful thing; not at all how Cyrus was used to being kissed. The first lasted all of a few seconds, chaste and warm. Even still, it sent a rush of pleasure through him, the sensation sweeping all the way to his toes at… well, everything. The heat. Their closeness. The kiss. The way Darren smelled a little like soil and sweat as their breath mingled in the air, the blond drawing away for a hesitant moment, his eyes open now, searching Cyrus’ face.

“Hey… you okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” Cyrus answered a little too quickly, his voice barely above a whisper. Something about it must not have been entirely convincing, because a tinge of red rose to colour Darren’s cheeks.

“That, ah, wasn’t my best, I don’t think.” There it was. That smile again. “Can I give it another try?”

All Cyrus could muster in response was a single, breathless nod. This time, Darren shifted closer still, his legs interlocking with Cyrus’, hand rising to rest on the Orlesian’s uninjured shoulder as he leaned in. This time, when their lips met, there was just… more. More desire. More need. More intensity behind the way Darren tilted his head into the kiss, his large hand slowly sliding up Cyrus’ bare skin until it was caressing the side of his neck, warm and gentle. That was the thing about Darren. He was always so gentle. With everyone.

With him.

After the years apart, Cyrus had forgotten how badly he needed gentle.

The kiss deepened as Cyrus remembered to lean into it, his rapid thoughts slowly melting away as he lost himself in Darren’s warmth. He relaxed, opening his mouth in silent permission to the blond. Darren took the opportunity, his tongue sweeping between Cyrus’ lips, but did not venture further. It was just another thing to do. Another way to get closer without intruding.

Darren’s other hand, the one not warming the side of Cyrus’ neck, ventured towards the lower hem of his shirt. Anticipation sent a shiver across Cyrus’ skin, but then Darren paused again, fingers barely brushing the edge of the fabric.

“Can I…?” he murmured against Cyrus’ lips, leaning slightly out of the kiss. Cyrus just grunted in affirmation and chased his lips, warmth blooming in his chest when he felt Darren smile against him.

“Stop… asking…” Cyrus muttered between kisses, his own hands already sliding into place at Darren’s waist, knotting into the cotton of his shirt as if to tug him closer. Maker, he’d never known anyone to ask permission at all, yet alone so much.

That was what made it even more surprising when Darren responded with, “No.”

Startled, Cyrus drew away, puzzled at first, wondering if the no had been in reference to his hands at the blond’s waist. But the doubt melted away as Darren just looked at him, head slightly tilted, gaze drifting up from Cyrus’ lips to meet his eyes. There was still want there. Need. But there was also something else. Something Cyrus couldn’t quite place.

“I want to ask,” Darren continued, voice low and patient. His hand slid up Cyrus’ neck to cup the side of his face, thumb brushing a spot of dirt from his cheek. Remains from his earlier fall. “I just… don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”

Sometimes, Cyrus wondered how much Darren actually knew about him. About the handful of soldiers he’d bounced between while at the Inquisition. Soldiers who, once they started, had never really stopped again to check if they still had permission. Back then, Cyrus hadn’t thought himself worth the effort of making sure. He hadn’t even thought that they should have asked, even though some evenings had left him with bruises and an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach. Was it possible Darren had noticed something was off, those nights he’d wandered back into the barracks just before dawn? There was no way he could have known the details, but...

… Well, Cyrus supposed Darren had always been perceptive.

“I’ll tell you,” Cyrus said, and was surprised when he actually meant it. “If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you, got it? Stop worrying so much.”

A slow smile spread across Darren’s lips. “Still gonna ask.”

Groaning, Cyrus just grabbed the blond and kissed him again, rougher than before, slipping into something he was more used to. Darren didn’t seem to mind being on the receiving end, a pleasant, deep sound rolling up the back of his throat as Cyrus slid forward until he was straddling Darren’s thigh. When he’d first laid eyes on him after years apart, Cyrus had thought he’d never get used to Darren’s new size. In his mind, he thought he’d always be that short, awkward kid. But now, as Darren’s large hands folded around his waist to steady him, Cyrus found himself quickly growing accustomed to the idea. In fact, he arguably enjoyed it.

Calloused hands slipped under his shirt; trailed up to the small of his back. Cyrus shivered and arched into the touch, lips locked with Darren’s, part of him still surprised by the blond’s easy confidence. He knew was he was doing, as he shifted his thigh slightly, Cyrus weight apparently inconsequential to his ability to move. He’d always been strong, but now that he had the height and muscle to back it up...?

For a moment, Cyrus forgot himself, lost in the mindless blur of want and desperation at finally being in Darren’s arms. The relief of it was almost palpable, and tension flooded out of him so swiftly it left his head spinning. It was in that haze that he reached up, wanting to drape his arms around Darren’s shoulders and slide closer. Only when he did, pain stabbed through his entire arm, leaving him gasping in a sharp, shocked breath against Darren’s lips.

Shit, he’d actually forgotten.

Darren froze immediately, pulling away, every emotion chased from his face save concern. “Cyrus? Are you…” He trailed off as his gaze drifted to the injury, and guilt arrived to mingle with his worry. “Oh, Maker, that’s right - you’re hurt!”

Teeth gritted, Cyrus could have killed that bear. Theoretically. Killed it for ruining the mood as Darren easily lifted him off his thigh set him back down on the stool, ducking down to grab the cloth back out of the bucket. “Fucking bear,” Cyrus muttered darkly, tone murderous as he glared daggers at his bleeding shoulder. The claw marks taunted him, now. Reminded him of what he could be doing instead of sitting there, sweating in pain.

But Darren just let out a low, warm chuckle. “It’s alright,” he said, carefully dabbing away the blood again, preparing it for the simple dressing he had forgotten to apply before. “There’s no rush for… anything, really.”

There was a pause, significant and heavy, before Cyrus replied. “There isn’t?”

Darren glanced across, catching his gaze. Then he just smiled and shook his head. “Nope. None at all.” He leaned down, rinsing the cloth again, a little water splashing over the lip of the pail and onto the floorboards. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

There it was. That sharp kick inside his chest as Cyrus heartbeat began to rise. “I thought your family would be sick of my shit by now. It’s been months.” He swallowed. “They didn’t even know I was coming. Or that I’d be staying so long.”

Darren paused, cloth pressed gently to Cyrus’ skin. There was a moment when Cyrus almost thought the blond would agree and deliver the poorly-timed message that he was no longer welcome. But instead, what he received was a breathless, almost relieved sigh. “Maker, so that’s what it’s been.”

Cyrus frowned. “What?”

“I’ve been saying to ma that something was off with you. She could see it too, but none of us could work out what was wrong, and we… well, we didn’t want to pry, in case it was something personal or... y’know...” He shrugged sheepishly, giving the wound one final pass of the damp cloth. “Cyrus, you know we want you here, right? Not just me. All of us.”

Again, after a beat of silence, all Cyrus could do was mumble a lame, “I… didn’t. Know that.”

That earned him a soft, fond laugh from Darren. “Well then, I guess we’ll just have to make sure you know from now on. Properly.” A lopsided smile tilted his lips. “And here I thought we were all embarrassingly obvious about it.”

Darren had this way of just… lightening the mood. So much so that Cyrus actually gave an amused huff of his own. “Or maybe I’m just embarrassingly oblivious.”

“Nah.” Darren returned the cloth to the pail, inspected the injury, then reached for the pile of bandages Mrs Miller had gathered for them. “You’re just not used to it. That’s all. Can’t blame you for that.”

It seemed so simple, but sometimes the greatest truths were just that. Simple.

As Darren wound the bandage around Cyrus’ shoulder, his movements slow and careful, every time his fingertips brushed his skin the Orlesian wanted to lean into them. Keep them there. Keep him there, warm and close and caring. It still didn’t seem real. How could it be real?

But as Darren glanced across, clearly checking to make sure he was still okay, Cyrus felt a bloom of warmth spread all the way from his chest to his fingertips.

Because it was real.

It was real and Darren wanted to keep him, too.

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BAD BET

Lapidot human/ghost AU for lapidot AU week. Yes I know I'm like 2 days late SHHHHH

Peridot couldn't believe she had actually agreed to this.

She looked up at the large, dark house. She'd never even thought of it too much till now, but it sent shivers up her spine. There were stories, most likely, but she hadn't cared about it. Why would she? It didn't involve her.

But of course she had agreed, on a bet, to go inside. She had to stay till midnight, and if she didn't come crawling out like a baby, or die, she would get 50 bucks.

She didn't dare glance back at the group of people she had started to call "friends". She doubted she'd still call them that after this. It wasn't like it would be that much of a loss anyway. The group had only talked to her for a few days, and she had the preference to be alone.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before hopping the squeaky fence and walking confidently up the front path. For show, of course. She peeked in the window, feeling her heart sink when she saw nothing but darkness.

"C'MON NERD, JUST FIND A WAY IN ALREADY!" She winced at the loud voice of the ringleader, Lars.

However she didn't want to seem like a wuss, so she faked a smirk and turned. "At least I'm over the FENCE. bet you don't even have the guts to touch it."

Lars narrowed his eyes, and pushed his skateboard into one of the others arms. "I'm not a wimp. I'll even come in with you. But this is your bet, shortstack." He ran and hopped the fence, walking up as peridot moved to try the door. It was stiff, but peridot tightened her grip and grunted, turning it roughly as the door swung open, causing the blonde to fall on the floor just inside.

Lars laughed, stepping over me and putting his hands on his hips as he looked around. "Pff. This is lame. Nothing in here but old torn up furniture. He looked back down at peridot, getting up and dusting herself off while coughing.

"Have fun being in here till midnight." He smirked, turning and walking back to the door. But before he even took a step it slammed closed, making peridot jump up. Lars stumbled back in shock, then moved to the door again, gripping the handle. "Very funny, buck. I'm so gonna get you back!" He attempted to turn the knob, but it wouldn't budge, and he laughed nervously. "C'mon guys! This isn't my bet. Let me out!" He struggled more with the door.

Peridot watched, but felt a shiver and turned, breathing a bit heavier and looking around. "Uh... lars?" She turned around nervously, but the redhead was still struggling with the door, grunting. She swear there were tears in his eyes, and as much as she wanted to laugh, she was too scared to focus on it.

She turned again, walking a bit further into the house, surprised about how clean it was. But the eerie silence made it uncomfortable. She found herself shaking, and glanced back at Lars, who was now beside her, wiping tears away. "What now nerd? This is YOUR bet..."

The blonde gave him a strange look, but faced forward, looking around and then to the stairs. "I don't really think we should be here. I just want the fifty bucks. I'm just gonna stay here." She moved and sat just in front of the fireplace, while the older teen scoffed.

"Boring. I'm gonna go upstairs. There's bound to be something interesting to do. Maybe a few pots to smash..." he marched up the stairs as peridot rolled her eyes. She loosely hugged her knees, closing her eyes and trying to stay calm.

However it was hard when a girly scream came from upstairs, and Lars suddenly half fell, half rolled down the stairs, somehow landing on his feet and rushing to the door yelling. "GUYS THIS IS FUCKED UP SERIOSLY LET ME OUT!"

Peridot jumped up, opening her mouth to say something, but felt the same chill, and a force push her back. She landed in a closet, which slammed shut as well. "LARS. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!" She pounded on the door, breathing heavily again.

She heard him scream again, followed by a crash. Then the front door opened and closed tightly, as she heard lars's panicked grunts and heavy footsteps

down the front yard. " LARS!" She hit the door a few more times, but just leaned against the back of the closet, panicking.

She slid down the wall, curling up and tightly gripping her jeans. She was trying to stay calm, but she was in A Locked Closet In The Creepiest House In Town. Her thoughts wandered dark, like she could die here. She might never get to graduate, never find someone she liked, never get an actual job. She would die here, ironicly, IN a CLOSET.

"HA! nice one, pumpkin!" The blonde paused as she heard the voice, along with happy light footsteps. "Heh I bet he PISSED himself. That was amazing! Everybody's gonna be talking about it at school!"

Peridot shivered, but moved into more crouch, pressing against the door. A small bark startled her, and she fell back again. While a few more yips came closer, along with the footsteps.

The blonde froze, pressing herself against the back of the loser as the lock clicked and the door was opened. She blinked, relaxing. "L-lapis!?" Her stunning crush stood there, her smile fading a bit. "PERI?"

It was awkward for a second, lapis blushing, but she bent down. "Are... are you okay?" She gently touched peridots knee. Giving a concerned look. "I knew someone else was here... but I thought it was Kiki or something... why were you with LARS?" She sounded a bit hurt, but also a bit angry.

"M-me? What are YOU doing here? Why are you just randomly hanging around in an old creepy house!?" She shot back, but tensing a bit and shakily standing. "Lapis was that you doing all the scares? Why? Wha... I don't understand." She looked into the black haired girls dark blue eyes, struggling to not fall into them again.

"I... well... uh..." lapis stuttered, blushing and kicking her foot a bit. "I don't think you'd believe me... and it's a long story. Look maybe you should just-" before she finished peridot heard another bark, and turned to see...

A... a dog?

But it was kindof see through, and it's small tail was wagging. It looked friendly, a small clear tongue lolling out of its mouth, and it's body slightly shaking with its tail....

But that didn't stop peridot from stumbling back. "WHAT THE HE'LL IS THAT?" She hid behind lapis, her eyes going wide as she looked at the... ghost? Ghost dog?

Lapis was stiff, but turned. "Peridot it's okay! Calm down he uh... uhm..." She struggled to find words to explain it. "This is uh... pumpkin..." She chuckled nervously. But she paused, growing her brows. "Wait... how can you see him?"

Peridot blinked. "Wha... what? What do you mean? Uh... is he a... ghost!? What the hell is HAPPENING? I'm dreaming... right...? Hooooly fuuuu..." She chuckles nervously, pacing a bit before pointing at the dog again. "Ghost. Ghost dog. You have a... ghost dog." She looked back at lapis, keeping her finger toward pumpkin.

Lapis smiled nervously. "Yeah..." She put her hands behind her back. "I... uh... like I said it's a long story..." pumpkin gave a small yup, and peridot blinked again, moving her hands and running them through her already messy hair while still staring at him. Lapis gently moves and puts her hands on peridots shoulder. "Please don't freak out... it's ok... really."

Peridot looked at her. Then laughed, rubbing her face. "Freak out? Lapis it's A GHOST. do you know how much I've wondered about paranormal stuff like this? This is amazing! And actual ghost!" She moved from the surprised girls grip to a crouching position. "How does it work? Like... can he posses things? People? Can he go through walls?"

She moved a hand out and the dogs tail wagged harder as he moved. To her surprise but joy, he rubbed against her hand and barked again. "And I can let him? This is a phenomenon! I can't believe this... oh my god..." She laughed, rubbing the transparent dogss ears and smiling.

Lapis relaxes, feeling her heart get warmer at the sweet sight. "No ones been able to see him begore... except me..." Peridot looked up, a little surprised. "I've been able to see him since I was little... everyone thought I was crazy..." Peridot stood, stepping forward.

Lapis was confused but the blonde lightly wiped a tear off. "I... you're not. Don't cry lapis. It's okay!" Lapis huffed happily, and suddenly wrapped the blonde in a hug.

"You cant tell anyone... for me, please? My dad would kill me..." She tightened thhe hug, and peridot sighed, hugging back. "I promise, lapis. Not like anyone would believe me anyway..." She laughed, then released lapis and felt pumpkin wiggle between them, panting.

"He's so cute... UGH" peridot laughed again, and both girls sqauted and began petting him. "I hope I didn't scare YOU. I just heard Lars talking about smashing stuff and... I got angry. This is his home. It wasn't fair."

"Well No ones gonna mess with it now. I'll help make sure of it." Peridot said seriously, smiling back up at lapis. The girl smiled back, and hesitantly moved and kissed the blondes cheek.

"Thanks, peri."

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