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electronikmilk · 3 years ago

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Papa’s Punishment

alternative title: Accidentally Fucking Around and Finding Out

ive been working on this for so long and im sick of lookin at it

rating: explicit/nsfw

Copia x f reader

contains: dom copia, possible abuse of power, spanking, and pet play.

You had dozed, then awakened to find that you were still bound in Copia's ornate bed-chamber deep within the abbey walls.

No, he wasn't Copia anymore. He was Papa now. And you had to address him as such when he wore the paint. That was what he said when he had his Ghouls drag you into his chamber after you had called him the silly little nickname that the other sisters called him behind his back as a joke. Ratman. It was innocent enough since he was fond of the small rodents, or so you thought. Copia's face had grown dark as soon as you uttered it, and it frightened you enough to fall silent after a fit of giggles. Then he reached out and gripped your chin tight before leaning close to address you.

"Mm. Funny." He said in a way that sounded like he didn't find it funny at all and glared down at you, "It is bold of you to be disrespectful to your Papa when he wears the paint. And that is all I will be to you now. I'm not Copia, not Cardinal, and especially not Ratman. I am Papa, and I will not accept any other title, sister. Perhaps a little lesson is in order so you will remember this."

Before you could say anything, Copia snapped his fingers, and that was when his two Ghouls surrounded you, grabbed you by the arms, and marched down the halls with you in tow. Everyone within the corridors stopped and watched as the Ghouls dragged you along. Two sisters from the convent whispered to each other and turned their gazes away as if they might be taken away at any second too. They knew where you were going, and it was sure as hell somewhere they didn't want to be, for it was a place of great shame and mystery. You let your head drop in humiliation before your peers, not standing the way they saw you. It was a relief when you finally arrived at Copia's chamber and were taken inside. You said nothing to the Ghouls as they fastened leather cuffs around your ankles, then bound your hands over your head with silk rope.

"Sorry, sister," One of them had said. They removed the coif and veil of your habit, then pulled out the pins that held your hair in place so that it fell loose, "We're just following Papa's orders. I'm sure you understand."

All you gave them was a contemptuous look until they left.

You had struggled against your restraints until you eventually gave up, falling asleep despite your buttocks pushing against the hard stone wall behind you. How long had that been? There was no clock or window in the room, so it was hard for you to tell. Perhaps a few hours. Long enough for you to wake up with a sore neck, anyway. The room itself lay in shadow and unbroken stillness. You winced as you turned your head to look around the room. The only illumination offered to you was from a small antique lamp on an ink-stained writing desk in the corner. The dim light threw long uneven shadows on the high arched ceiling above. A king-sized bed sat against the wall opposite you with a canopy bed frame draped with black cloth. It made it look like a dark, cavernous mouth that was ready to swallow you whole. A tall mahogany bookshelf containing several taxidermied rats positioned in various poses stood near the door. You made a face at the furry ornaments. It was definitely Copia's room.

Your stomach growled, and the sound of it in the stillness of the room made it seem more like a lion's roar. How long Copia planned to keep you in here and what his intentions were, you didn't know for sure. You just hoped he wouldn't starve you. The thought sent a sudden jolt of panic through you; your mind flashed images of you left to rot in a cell in the abbey basement. You knew that the cells had been abandoned for centuries, just collecting dust and acting as storage for Yuletide decorations. But Copia had changed since he finally became Papa Emeritus IV. You had always thought him awkward as a Cardinal, sometimes even amusing in his antics, but he was always just that: awkward, no one to be scared of. It was a curious and abrupt transformation; He held his head high now, and his stride was no longer unsure or clumsy. When he wore the paint, he had an air of authority, of strength and pride no one knew he had. He wanted respect, and he demanded it among the clergy with an iron fist. Everyone was to address him as Papa only and woe unto anyone who didn't comply. At first, you had to admit his newfound confidence in his power was something to admire, covet even. That is until the sisters of the order were no longer safe from his wrath, then it became something to be feared. Copia had forgiven slips of the tongue and had given warnings that he said he would only offer once. If it happened again, however, there would be a severe punishment to follow.

Sister Claire was the first to be punished. Claire had always been hotheaded and often butted heads with her superiors for the sake of her own amusement. She had been no different with Copia two months ago. On your way to your weekly duty to clean the chapel, you stumbled upon Copia, two Nameless Ghouls, and Claire in the middle of the empty hall. You seemed to go unnoticed by all four. Curious, you slipped into one of the corridor's alcoves and peeked around the corner, as not to be seen. As you listened closely, you caught the tail end of a heated argument over the state of the abbey's gardens. Claire was on a tirade, ranting about how Copia's lack of dedication to employing a proper gardener made the grounds look like it was in shambles. She had addressed the new Papa as Cardinal several times, much to Copia's irritation. The former Cardinal stood back with folded arms and a frown while the hot-blooded sister babbled on about how this needed attention and how that needed fixing. She addressed him incorrectly the entire time. It amazed you how bullheaded Claire could be.

"Cara," Copia finally interrupted after Claire had called him Cardinal for the fifth time, his voice becoming stern. "I understand that you're upset, but I have made it more than clear that everyone within this church is to call me Papa. And frankly, I will not tolerate your blatant disregard for my rules."

"Don't you 'Cara' me!" Sister Claire shot back, " And I'll call you Papa when I'm damn well good and ready. But until then, I think I'll keep calling you Cardinal, Cardinal."

"Basta! Enough!" Copia shouted suddenly, grabbed Claire by the wrist, and dragged her behind him as he headed further down the hall, luckily away from your direction. "I have been patient with you, sister, with all of you. But no more!"

Claire resisted, trying to wrench from his grasp and yelling at him to let her go. Copia ignored this and tugged her along anyway. When she started cursing and slapping at him, Copia gestured for a Ghoul to take her about the waist and carry her. Claire shrieked like a banshee and kicked her legs in the air when she was lifted. Copia gave the Ghoul a sharp command for them to silence her, and the Ghoul clapped a hand over Claire's mouth, muffling the scream as they hauled her away. You watched the whole display in shock, unable to move or look away. When all four of them disappeared around a corner, you crept out from your hiding place on shaky legs. You quickly made your way to the chapel without encountering anyone else, and it was a relief to you. You tried to put what you saw out of your head, but as you tended to your regular duties, the sound of Claire's screams resonated in your head.

You didn't see Sister Claire again until late into the evening. She seemed no worse for wear, having neither a bruise nor scratch on her. But she was timid, quiet, and obedient, you noticed when Sister Imperator asked her to sweep and wash the floor, which she almost scurried to do. When the other sisters asked her where she had been, Claire just shook her head frantically. Her pretty face grew red, and a look of shame and fear that concerned you twisted her features.

"I can't tell you!" was all she said and nothing more.

It wasn't too long until other insubordinate sisters fell victim to Copia's fury. Each one disappeared into his chambers for hours at a time, and when they were set free, none of them spoke of what they went through. You could only speculate, and what you brewed up in your head terrified you. All manner of dark medieval tortures often raced by: pears of anguish, iron chairs, Spanish donkeys, breast rippers, and thumbscrews. You knew all of that was impossible, however. None of the other sisters had a mark on them when they returned; they barely even a hair out of place, so what kind of punishment was wicked enough to force them all into silence? Whatever it was, you tried so hard to avoid it. You never spoke out of turn, tended to your duties without complaint, you even baked a cake for Copia on his birthday. But despite all your effort, misfortune still befell you over a joke that wasn't even that funny. Your throat tightened as tears began to prickle behind your eyes, and you dreaded what kind of torment waited for you in this dark room.

You were almost lost in your contemplation of it all when you heard the heavy wooden door open. You saw the tall, lean figure of Copia enter the room and close the door behind him, a plate of food in one hand and a blood-red velvet bag in the other. He almost seemed like a specter, dressed in a figure-hugging black suit --the one that you said he looked handsome in to gain his favor. His face was bare of paint, save for his eyes. He had lined them with black, smudged eyeliner, making his mismatched gaze smoldering and intense.

He made his way to you with both items in hand. He stayed back a few feet, the velvet bag swinging slightly at his side. The faint aroma of roasted chicken found your nose, and the delectable smell of it made your mouth water. Copia gazed at you with narrow eyes, his expression unreadable. You lowered your eyes and sucked in a breath, petrified of what was to come. You waited for yelling, cursing, for the food to be thrown at you, anything, but Copia just muttered something under his breath, went to place the plate and bag on the bed, then returned to undo all your restraints. You stood there free with stiff, aching arms. You wanted to stretch them but didn't dare make any movement that Copia might disapprove of. You kept your eyes down, only bringing them up once to see Copia sit on the edge of the bed with the plate in his lap, then darting them back to the floor. You felt the subtle pressure of his gaze on you for what seemed like a long time.

"Come here." Copia finally broke the silence.

You obeyed and took a tentative step forward.

"No." He said sharply, making you freeze, "On your hands and knees. Crawl to me."

Your head jerked up, eyes wide in shocked disbelief. Your breathing hitched, and your heart started to hammer. You hesitated, and Copia frowned at you. He raised his gloved hands and slapped them together once, hard. It sounded like the cracking of a whip in the quiet. "Now, sister."

You let out a little yelp and dropped to your knees. You hurried as you crawled over to Copia, stopping just before his feet. He gave a hum of satisfaction.

"Ah, excellent. You're obedient. That is good, my dear. It will make your ordeal go more smoothly."

Ordeal. The word made you shudder.

"But first, you must be hungry, si? You've been waiting here a long time."

Your stomach let out another grumble. You said nothing. You kept your eyes fixed on the glossy leather of Copa's black shoes as your apprehension deepened. You didn't want to look up at him; all at once, he seemed large, mighty, and terrible, like he could crush you underneath those patent leather soles if he so desired. He could make you suffer, and no one would witness it. It was just you and Copia. You and Papa.

"Say 'yes, Papa' or 'no, Papa,'" Copia said. "And I'm sure I don't need to tell you to be respectful."

"I...I-" You stammered, then you swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself, "Yes, Papa."

"Good girl." He said. "Now, kneel up and look at me."

You did as commanded, and you realized as you looked up at him that you were crying. Through the blur of tears, you saw Copia's hand reach for your face. You flinched a little, then relaxed when you only felt the fingers wipe away your tears and smooth your hair back almost affectionately.

"Oh, come now. I have not been mean just yet, my dear. Don't cry." He soothed, "There will be plenty of time for that later, but if you're well behaved and do what I say, Papa will be gentle with you. Do you understand?"

You nodded, sniffling and letting Copia caress your face. It comforted you, if only a little bit.

"Answer me properly,"

"Yes, Papa. I understand." You said.

"Very good, very good," Copia said. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead before letting you eat the slices of succulent chicken breast on the plate with your hands. After you finished, he took a sprig of green grapes and fed them to you one at a time. He watched in obvious amusement when you spat the seeds into your hand and timidly discarded them onto the plate, careful of every move you made. When he got to the last three, he took one and held it up just out of your reach. He smiled when you blinked up at him, confused.

"Up, cara," He said, "Show me a trick."

You bit your lip, blushing, and again, you hesitated. You shook your head before you realized what a mistake it was. Immediately, Copia took the plate, set it aside, and then gathered you up to toss you over his lap so that your legs dangled over the floor. You gasped in surprise and fear when he flipped your skirt to expose your panties. When you felt the sting of his gloved hand spank you hard, you couldn't help but let out a cry. One great slap after another fell on your buttocks, sounding thunderous in your ears. You heard yourself taking in sharp gasps of pain with each strike. His hand seemed solid and heavy like a paddle as it spanked you, over and over, hitting you on the right cheek, then the left, and then covering your thighs with smacks while your ass stung and throbbed. You clenched your teeth to stifle your cries, and when you tried in vain to wiggle away, Copia held you in place and rewarded you with more vigorous blows, swift ones that whipped you like a strap. And soon, you realized you were becoming frantic, tears streaming down your cheeks. You tried to be still, but your body squirmed and writhed of its own accord. Now Copia worked only the backs of your thighs, where the punishing hand lingered and struck hard until you were sure that the flesh there was red and inflamed.

"Papa, please!" You finally wailed and broke into choking sobs.

The blows stopped. You didn't move. You just shut your eyes and wept as Copia's hand now moved along your buttocks languidly. He stroked your thighs as if to soothe them.

"Now, do you see why I ask you to do as I say?" Copia crooned, "I can be cruel, sister. Much more than this, I assure you. The other sisters know what I can do, especially Sister Claire. She knows the worst of it. Lucifer's name, she was like a devil herself, all teeth and claws until I tamed her. The other Papas have spoilt her and the others rotten. Not just the sisters, but the brothers, too, and the priests, the bishops. They all have little to no manners, no respect. So I have to take it upon myself to teach them."

You shook against his legs as he told you this. He rubbed little circles in the small of your back, then he squeezed your buttocks, sending a rush of sensation along your body that made you flush. You thought of poor Sister Claire and what she must have gone through that was enough to break her. Vivid images of whipping belts, heavy wooden paddles, and flesh crisscrossed with angry welts made your stomach sink, so you stopped.

'I have to be good.' You thought. It was better to surrender than suffer the same fate as the others, better to leave with your good reputation with Copia intact. After all, he said he would be gentle if you obeyed, and you decided you would. You hoped he would keep his word, and you let your body slacken in resignation.

"I like to play games with them." Copia continued, "I like to order them around the room, fetching whatever I throw for them because it pleases me or whatever else suits my mood. Sometimes I even strap them down and use the paddle. But I never hurt them, not severely. I happen to be a reasonable man, after all. Oh, but that would be too hard for you, wouldn't it? You're too sweet for the paddle, too soft. It's just a pity you disobey me, call me names. Do you think yourself too good to call me by my proper title, sister? Too good to follow my direction?" His hand tightened threateningly on your thigh, then you felt it leave your skin, and you were terrified he might spank you again.

"No, Papa," You said in a panicked whisper.

"Do I need to punish you like the others?"

"No, Papa. I'll be good, I promise."

"Yes," Copia sighed, his hand now playing with your hair instead of punishing you, "You will be perfect for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Good."

Copia pulled you back up and set you on the floor. You had stopped crying, though your lips still trembled. You knelt there and awaited his command. Again, he took a grape and held it up for you. This time you didn't hesitate to take it from his fingers with your mouth. He held the next one high enough to make you raise yourself up on your heels to get it. He then tossed the last grape into the air, over your head so that it bounced and rolled a few feet away when it hit the floor.

"Fetch, little puppy." He commanded, a smirk playing on his lips.

You obeyed shyly. When you crawled back and dropped it into Copia's open hand, he let out a hearty laugh.

"You're easy to train." He said and popped the fruit into your mouth, "Perhaps I should make you my little pet when we're finished here."

You didn't really want to eat it, but you did anyway, seeds and all. Copia beamed at you, his smile genuinely kind.

"Lovely, my dear." He whispered, his voice low and sweet. Then he gathered you in his arms once more and kissed you deeply. It sent a shock through you, settling into a knot in your stomach that made you shiver against your will. Copia kissed the smoothness of your forehead, kissed your soft hairline, your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. They were tender, gentle, like butterflies that brushed against your skin with their silky wings, and you lifted your head to receive them. He kissed your cheeks, then returned to your parted lips. You let out little sighs as he kissed you despite your fear, which now melted away a little bit as your body seemed to soften all over. Copia moved and rose to stand, pulling you up with him into his embrace. He pulled you closer to his body once you were steady on your feet; his kisses left your face to explore along your jaw and the line of your throat. His slim arms were surprisingly strong as they held you, and his lips were soft. They tickled against the sensitive skin of your neck as they trailed down. His hands started to roam your body, stroking your hips, groping at your ass and the backs of your thighs. It sent delightful shivers along your skin and down your spine. It made you feel weak, dissolving, aroused. Any fear you felt a minute ago faded into a haze of sudden lust. You couldn't stop yourself from throwing your arms around his neck and moaning. The action made the kisses harder, more fervent. When you felt Copia open his mouth to bite you here and there as if to taste you, you whimpered, and your body melted all the more. You felt your breasts against his chest, and you wanted to press them to him harder. You almost did when Copia pulled away, slipping out of your arms. The loss of sensation was nearly gutting.

You stood there dazed, swaying, and taking in uneven breaths. Copia's own breath came heavy and deep as he straightened his clothes to disengage himself. You could see his arousal through the tightness of his pants, and you bit your lip. If only your punishment could be just this, but you knew it wouldn't be. Copia appeared to be fighting to contain himself, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Once he was composed, he let out a quiet laugh. It was almost musical in its softness. Your body burned as you watched him, aroused but at the same time fearful of punishment. You would do anything to please him, to keep him gentle like this, so you waited.

"Pardon me, cara. You gave in much faster than I anticipated, and I almost lost myself." Copia said, catching you in his gaze again. His lips spread slowly into a grin when he observed you flushed with desire. "And still, you wait for my command. I admit I didn't quite expect you to be as obedient as you are, and I would reward you, but I want to play one of my games with you first."

Before you could protest, he took the velvet bag off the bed, opened it, and plunged his hand inside. He pulled out a spiked leather collar that looked like it was meant for a large dog. A black leash was affixed to it. You felt your breath leave you when Copia undid the collar and eyed you with a deliberate leer. You swallowed, then lifted your head so that Copia could fasten it onto you. He shook his head.

"Not yet." He said, "Take off your clothes."

Your face burned as you obeyed. You took a few steps back and hurried to shed your dress, slip, shoes, and stockings, but you hesitated yet again once you were in your bra and panties. You felt so naked already, so vulnerable. You didn't know if you could bear it to be completely nude. You tried to shield yourself by bringing your hands up and wringing them. It did little to conceal you. Seeing this, Copia approached and kissed your temple.

"You can keep them on. Now, my little puppy..." He buckled the collar to fit snuggly around your neck and left the leash dangling between your breasts. "You have been very, very good so far, apart from your little slip of decorum, but I want to see just how obedient you can be. You know a well-trained dog always follows its master's commands, yes?"

An icy prickle crawled up your spine, sending shivers through your arms and making your heart clench in your chest before hammering hard again.

"Yes, Papa..." You said as expected though uncertainty and fear laced your voice. Copia rubbed your shoulders, his hands firm and soothing at the same time. His touch made you feel almost woozy, dreamy even in your unease.

"I will make it simple: Tonight, you're my pet, sister, and I am your master. As your master, I will give you commands, and you will do them as perfectly as possible to please me. Do what I tell you, and you will be rewarded. Disobey, and you will be punished. Ah, don't be afraid; I don't think you will disappoint me much, but..." Then he pressed closer to you, leaning in close to your ear so that you felt his breath caress your skin, "I confess I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy spanking that plump bottom of yours." His hand slid down and grabbed your ass before giving it a playful swat. You blushed. You felt the arousal rise in your core again. It flooded in, threatened to sweep you away in its erotic current, and you lowered your head, overcome by shyness. Copia lifted your chin and shook his head at you again.

"No. None of that." He admonished, "I want you to keep your gaze up and your manner attentive. And don't hide your body. I have been fair enough to let you keep your underwear on. Now let me see you." He took both your wrists and forced them down to your sides, then prodded your shoulders so that you straightened your back. You stood erect and grew embarrassed now that your posture didn't hide you. Copia nodded in approval, "Yes, much better."

His eyes roamed up and down your body, taking every inch of you in. You wanted so desperately to cover your stomach, your chest, to tear off the collar. Of course, you didn't dare any of it. You couldn't imagine what he would do to you if you were foolish enough to disobey him again; you didn't even want to think about it.

For a moment, Copia seemed to be thinking, then he smiled. His eyes gleamed like gems in the lamplight. He took the leash and wrapped it around his hand a few times to make it short.

"Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there. And open your legs wider." He said, then nudged your feet apart until they lined up with your shoulders. You kept your hands behind your back as commanded. It was worse than keeping your hands at your sides. This position arched your body a little more and forced your breasts out. You felt dreadfully exposed, and what was even more excruciating was having your legs apart. But what could you do other than what was commanded? Could Copia be so cruel as to punish you even if you threw yourself at his feet and begged for his mercy? You weren't sure, and you didn't want to risk it. He would have his way, and there was nothing you could do about it. Then you wondered, did you even mind? The pleasure that had built now ebbed away slightly, but it wasn't far from reaching you again. If Copia touched you, it would surely wash over you again. Part of you wanted to drench yourself in that pleasure, to swim and melt in it completely. A corner in your mind wished with all your might that Copia would let you; the rational part of you recoiled at your desire, it being so undignified and sudden. You tried to let your head drop a little, and immediately Copia pulled the leash up with a quick tug that snapped it back in position.

"I said to keep your head up," He said, his voice low, menacing. His hand didn't drop or loosen the leash, so your head remained up. "I will not tell you again, sister. Now be still and don't move until I tell you to."

Copia gazed down at you with such ferocity that you stood rigid and kept your lips pressed together tight. The new Papa was frightening looking but very handsome in the dim light that made his face angular, his eyes even more smoldering. You marvelled at him for a moment, then with a shock, you felt Copia's free hand on you. You felt his fingers trail down the side of your neck and down to your breasts. He grabbed at your right breast, cupping it as if to feel its weight, then kneaded it slowly until it sent shivers through you. His thumb brushed over your now hardening nipple through the material of your bra. He did the same with your left. He then imprisoned the nipple and squeezed it rhythmically between his fingers before reaching for the other to give it the same treatment. A rush of shameful pleasure shot through you and settled between your legs, making your sex grow warm as if it could also blush, and you held back a moan with great effort. Copia pulled on the leash, making you lean slightly closer to him.

"Kiss me," He whispered. As soon as he commanded, you moved to catch his lips in a deep kiss almost too quickly, still keeping your hands behind your back. Copia sucked at your mouth, then opened it with his tongue as his hand went between your open legs and, without warning, stroked your sex through your panties. You uttered a sharp cry against Copia's lips before you could stop yourself. Your body immediately acknowledged him with a twitch of your hips and a soft discharge of fluids while you struggled to swallow another moan. You squirmed, resisting the urge to close your legs with everything you had. Copia broke away from your lips to kiss your earlobe, then he nibbled at it as his hand continued to stroke you. His fingers moved in slow circles now, pressed harder until they found the sensitive mound of your clitoris through the moistening cloth. You gave a soft, open-mouthed gasp and your hips jerked forward in supplication. You wanted to grind yourself on his fingers, rock your hips for more, but the sheer gracelessness of it seemed too much for you. Besides, you weren't sure if it was something he would approve of or chastise, so you stayed as still as you could, your legs starting to shake under your weight. Copia pulled back and smiled at your flushing face, then pulled the crotch of your panties to the side and glided two of his gloved fingers along the delicate folds of your labia. The fingers teased at the moist lips and continued to massage your clit in more circles, even slower ones that drew out the sensation. Breathy moans spilled from your lips. The pleasure washed through you, mounting and mounting as he worked you. Beneath your ecstasy, you felt a twinge of embarrassment at how quickly you had become wet for him. It was forgotten in an instant once Copia slid a finger inside you, then a second. You shuddered and cried aloud. Your sex quivered at the sudden penetration, and your cry melted into a long, low moan. Copia kissed the corner of your mouth.

"That's it," Copia said softly, pulling his fingers out, then sliding them back in slowly. Then again and again. "Don't resist me. Be a good girl for your Papa."

Your hips moved forward at the sound of his voice. Once so frightening, but now smooth and rich as velvet. He was so close to you now, and for the first time, you could smell his cologne. It was warm, spicy, and delicious to you, almost intoxicating. Your eyes stared through heavy lids at Copia's lips. They were full yet strong, set into a faint smile that struck at a cord of desire in you that made the penetration even more pleasurable. You wanted to kiss and kiss those lips until you had your fill. You felt your sex start to throb, and you began to gasp, but before it became too much for you, Copia dropped the leash, withdrew his fingers, and pushed you back, that seductive little smile still there. You let out a disappointed moan that would have been humiliating had you done it to anyone else.

"That's enough for now," Copia said, "Get down on your knees."

Your mind whirled as you let yourself float down until you sat on your heels on the floor, your legs still slightly apart. Your thighs trembled under you, and your throbbing craved relief. You kept your hands behind your back. You feared that if you let them fall to your sides, you would lose control and throw yourself at Copia in desperation. The only thing you allowed yourself to do was writhe, clasping your hands as tight as possible. You felt the wetness of your sex between your legs, sticky, slick, and hot.

You let out a sigh, looking up at Copia, your lips parted, your body wanting more. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.

"All fours." He ordered.

You fell onto your hands and knees. You arched your back, your buttocks lifted as if to be presented. Your body tingled in arousal at doing so, knowing that Copia could see you doing it. You wiggled your hips a little bit, and you were shocked at your own boldness.

'Fuck it, I don't care. I don't care.' You thought.

Copia stepped forward, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat.

"Good girl," He said, and he crouched down to take a closer look at you, "Does my little puppy want more?"

"Yes, Papa." You said softly, "Please."

"Then I think you should clean up the mess you made." Copia held up the hand that touched you. The gloved fingers were still glistening with your juices. He touched them to your lips, and you took them into your mouth without a thought. You sucked on them, letting your tongue swirl around the digits. The taste of leather and your own fluids mixed with your saliva, and when Copia pulled them away, you swallowed. The flavor lingered, both tantalizing and odd to you.

Copia stood and made an airy gesture to your bottom.

"Wag your hips for me." He said, and he laughed when he saw your face go red, "It's no use being shy now, sister. Unless you want me to take my belt off and make good use of it. You don't want that, do you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. You shook your head.

"That's what I thought. Now, put your face to the floor and swing those hips."

Your face flamed as you lowered it until you all but kissed the floor, your ass high up in the air. You churned your hips and hoped it was pleasing. You felt Copia take the leash from the floor and give it a quick tug.

"Faster. Arch your back more."

You lowered as you were told to do and arched your back almost uncomfortably, your cheek sealed to the floor. A groan escaped you at the touch of the cold stone on your chest. Then in utter submission, any sense of pride, if there was indeed any in the first place, left you, and you wagged your buttocks back and forth like an excited dog wagging its tail for its master. Above you, you heard the creak of the bedsprings as Copia sat. You felt another tug on the leash, and you lifted your head. Copia sat back on the bed with his legs spread apart, the bulge of his erection in full view. Your sex seemed to swell at the sight of it.

"You please me very well, sister," Copia said. He tugged on the leash again to bring you forward. "No more playing. Come here, let Papa reward you."

"Papa..." You whispered. You hurried to him on your hands and knees. You kissed the tops of his shoes on an impulse, then his ankles. Copia didn't protest, so you kissed his knees and dared to run your hands along his inner thighs and kiss them as well. His thighs were rather shapely and solid under his clothes, pleasant to touch. When your hand rubbed over his groin, Copia let out a soft moan. Encouraged, you leaned over and kissed the waist of his pants, still rubbing the bulging sex.

"Undo them." Copia's hand stroked your hair.

You didn't hesitate to undo the button and zipper of his pants. And now you were staring at his cock through his boxers, a small wet spot formed on the dark cloth. Again, you leaned down, placing a little kiss there, then you darted your tongue out and licked it. The hard cock twitched in its prison as if it asked to be free. You looked up at Copia with lustful, inquiring eyes, and you were delighted when he nodded at you.

"Yes, cara. You can touch it."

You pulled the elastic fabric down until his cock sprung free from its confinement. It stood tall and thick. A bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip, and you stared at it, surprised by its length and size. You took it in your hand, stroked it, felt its hardness and warmth. You couldn't help but wonder if the others knew Copia was quite well-endowed. You caressed the shaft up and down, tightening your hand every so often at the base of Copia's cock. Copia moaned as you did so, his head lolling back slightly. Your heart fluttered in your chest. It felt good to know that you gave him pleasure, that you pleased him enough to avoid his wrath and to even reward you. What an honor this must have been! A ripple of relaxation washed over you. You closed your eyes and took the tip of the cock into your mouth, suckling on it before taking it deeper in.

Copia gasped above you and bucked his hips. The action drove the shaft even deeper into your mouth, and you sucked on it hard, bobbing your head with a steady rhythm. It nudged the back of your throat, droplets of salty liquid mixed with the taste of his skin. Copia's thighs shivered, and his breath quickened. You moaned as you continued to push up and down on his cock until his hips started to shake.

"Fuck, sister," Copia grunted, "That's enough!"

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head away. He didn't pull you hard enough to hurt, but you still gasped once you felt the fingers grip your hair. When he released you, he motioned for you to stand. You obeyed.

"Take everything off and lay on the bed." He told you, almost breathless.

The collar was the first to go; you unbuckled it and threw it aside, happy to be rid of the awful thing. You unclasped your bra and let it slip from your shoulders. Though the air was cool on your now naked breasts, your nipples grew hot and erect. A sudden, inexplicable desire to entice Copa came to you as you lowered and stepped out of your panties.

'Do it.' Your lust-clouded mind ordered you, and you did.

When you straightened, you locked eyes with Copia as you ran your hands over your breasts, pushing them together and biting your lip. A dark look flickered across Copia's face, and he stood with a low growl. He snatched your upper arm and yanked you to him.

"You dare tease me in my own room after I've given you an order?" He hissed, then gave a wicked smile, "You must like being punished, sister. But we will save that for another time."

He turned to fling you down onto the bed. You fell back onto the mattress; the sheets and coverlet were soft and plush underneath you. You had little time to enjoy it before Copia descended on you with rough kisses, his hips grinding against yours, his cock prodding at your thigh. His hand grabbed and kneaded your breast hard. But you wanted him so badly that you scarcely noticed how tight his fingers dug into your flesh. He then gave it a cruel slap that drew a loud moan from you. It was an exciting mix of pain and pleasure, and you wanted more.

"Again." You pleaded. You arched your back to offer your chest to him, and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Copia rose from his kisses. It was his turn to lock eyes with you as he lifted his hand and struck you again, just a little bit harder than the first time. You whimpered and squirmed underneath him. Copia positioned and moved his hips so that the shaft of his cock rubbed along your slick pubic lips, grazing your sensitive, engorged clitoris. You strained against him, tried to rock your hips to feel more of that rigid member. Copia looked amused by your torment.

"Tell me what you want." He leaned down again and sucked at your nipples, bit at them playfully with his teeth. Your hands went to cradled his head to you, little sighs and moans leaving you unrestrained.

"Fuck me." You murmured into his hair.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Copia rose, brought his cock to your opening, then drove it into you in one fluid motion. You cried out. Your head fell back, and your body seemed to explode in pleasure. His cock was a thick, piercing thing inside you, bathing in your juices as he drew back and plunged into you. His thrusts were brutal, delivered in almost snapping motions that made the bedsprings creak under you. You heard yourself unleash loud, guttural moans with each solid thrust, wholly overcome by denied passion. Copia buried his face in your neck, his breath making the skin hot as he panted. The agonizing pleasure rose in your core, swelling, ready to erupt in a shower of sparks behind your skull, in your loins. Then all at once, your wet sex tightened around Copia and throbbed violently until you were all but screaming in ecstasy. You clutched Copia while the spasms rolled through you, and you let your legs spread wide, allowing Copia to slam into you unhindered until he also gave a small cry and shuddered above you. Hot, gushing fluid flowed into you and lay you back with your chest heaving in gasps.

Copia pulled out and collapsed beside you. You turned on your side to face him; his features were soft-looking, almost angelic in their exhaustion. His eyes drooped closed, his forehead glistened with sweat. You brushed his disheveled hair back, leaned close, and kissed his brow, tasting the saltiness on your lips before pulling away. Copia opened his eyes, gazed at you lovingly, then took you and cradled you to his chest. The fabric of his suit felt luxurious on your naked skin in the afterglow, and you snuggled close to it, sighing. You both stayed that way for a few minutes, with Copia threading his fingers through your hair. You yawned, and your eyes started to feel heavy.

"We can't fall asleep," Copia said, shaking you a bit to rouse you, "I've kept you here long enough, and the other sisters must be out of their minds with worry by now."

"Yes, Papa." You nodded, sat up, and winced a little. Your privates ached from their hard riding. You tried to hide it, only making a slight noise in your throat. It seemed you couldn't fool Copia, however. He also got up and rubbed your lower back, kissing your cheek.

"Was Papa too rough with you, cara?" He asked. You shook your head.

"No, Papa, I'll be fine. It'll pass." You reassured him.

"Alright, but I will have Cirrus check on you later tonight anyway," He patted your hip, "And what happened here must be a secret. You know this, right? Otherwise, I'd have to gag you and march you through the grounds. It's a little, eh, display, you could say, that I've come up with to officially demonstrate my authority to the others. I have yet to put it into practice, and It'd be unfortunate to have you be its first victim."

You bowed your head, not in fear, but again in reassurance.

"Yes, Papa. I won't tell anyone." You said obediently. You crawled out of bed and gathered your clothes. Copia zipped and buttoned up his pants, then stood as well and straightened his hair.

"Good. Now, get dressed and get back to the convent. Tell the Ghouls to run you a bath when you get there. Say it's my orders, and they'll do it."

"Okay." A bath sounded lovely to you as you redressed. If only Copia could join you...

"And sister," Copia's voice came low, playful. You turned, and you saw his eyes gleam at you. Your pulse quickened.

"Yes, Papa?" You asked.

"Don't forget that I said I would save your other punishment for next time." He winked at you, and your heart soared.

"I won't." You smiled.

"Good girl."

You bid him good night, then left his chamber, secretly hoping that that time would be soon.

#the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #popia #copia x reader #copia x f reader #lee's writing #its 1:30 am and im screaming bc ive been working on this fic for months lmao

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dmc-tings · 3 years ago

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DMC Crew with and S/O that has allergies

Dante

You walked into the shop, letting put a sneeze

This woke Dante out of his nap

He looked at you and he softened up

Your eyes where all swollen and you blew your nose

"That time of the year again, babes?" The devil man inquired

You nodded, walking over to his couch and laying down face first

He walked over to you, pulling you into his lap

He never really cared about snot, hell he came home covered in blood all the time

Rubbing your back, he let out a content purr

You sneezed again, sitting up and wiping your nose

"You seen my eyedrops?"

Dante nodded, standing up and going to the medicine cabinet, stopping by the kitchen to get you some tea

He came back to you, smiling at your poor disposition

"You humans really do have-"

You sent him a glare

"Not today please."

He sighed, handing you the drops and the tea

You took them turning away from Dante as he took a seat next to you

It was silent for a bit

He bit his lip, not sure on how to help anymore

"You can go, if you want. I'm inside, so I should feel better in a bit."

He nodded, not moving

"Dant-"

He laid back, putting his head on your lap, "imma nap. If you need something lemme know, ok?"

You huffed, "I wan-"

You were cut off by his snoring

"Guess I'm stuck here..."

That was part of his plan to keep you away from the fucking pollen ouside

Vergil

You both were taking a walk

Then you sneezed

Vergil nearly jumped out of his skin

Taking a step back he looked you over

Were you getting sick?!

Oh hell nah, he wasn't having that

"Vergil? It's ok. Its just my allergies."

"You... your allergic to outside?" He asked, incredulously

You shook your head, trying to clear it and at Vergil, "No. The pollen in the air."

He glared at the surroundings, "I see..."

You both were surrounded by flowers and trees

These where causing you pain

He started to unsheathe his Yamato

You lunged forward, pushing the sword back into its sheath

"No! No slicing the poor plants!! I'll be fine once we get to the library!!"

He sent you a glare, then turned pulling you into the closest building

"We can sit here..." he looked around, "where are we?"

You rolled your aching eyes, "you pulled us into a coffee shop."

He nodded, sitting you both into the darkest, quietest corner, away from the door

Your eyes started to water, and you reached for the napkins nearby

Vergil stopped you, handing you a handkerchief

Like the gentleman he is

But he pulled back when you reached out

And wiped your eyes for you

"We need to get you allergy pills. I dont want to have to do this often."

His face was stoic (as usual) but you saw his ears turn bright red

Giggling you gave him a kiss on the cheek

Nero

You sneezed, then he sneezed

This continued for a hot minute before you both noticed the other was sneezing

When realization hit, it was like the spider man meme, the one where he points at himself

"I thought demons didn't get sick or-"

"Im part demon..." he sneezed again

You rubbed your sore nose, "Ah, I forget that."

You both looked at each other again, before going inside

Nero wanted to sit outside to enjoy the warm weather

But, you can see how that went...

So you got started on making tea and he looked through the cabinets for medication

He let out a victory cry, followed by a sneeze

You rubbed your eyes, blinking as they hurt

Nero walked in, swallowing a few pills then handed you the box

You did the same, letting out a huff as the tea finished

You poured a cup, one for yourself and one for Nero

He hummed happily, as the warmth went down his throat, soothing it

You looked at him, "Nero. The tea can't be that good."

He looked at you raising a brow, "What are you talking about?"

You giggled, "your purring babe."

Nero blushed and looked away from you

"I wish you wouldn't point it out...."

You leaned against him, feeling the vibrations of his purring

"You know, it's quite relaxing to hear. Kinda like a soothing rain."

This made your sweet boi purr more

Content with bring in the house near you, Nero relaxed against you

Still purring

Sweet man, like Vergil and Dante, he doesn't get sick or have allergies

But he gets so upset when you're all sneezy and watery eyed

"Love Dove. I can go and get you something for it."

He always offers

But you want him near

Obliges with your wishes to stay with him

Always carries tissues around when you guys are walking around

But one day, it was really bad

To the point where you were bed ridden

V had left, he was gone 30 minutes tops

He came back with an arsenal of medicine

He didn't speak, only tending to you

He knew what you needed before you even looked at him

"V?"

He shushed you, replacing the cool rag he had on your head

Sleep took over and your migraine died down

You woke up, with the man curled around your form

Lightly snoring

You patted his head, now able to breathe

And it was all thanks to your sweet boi

#dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc nero #nero devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #dante devil may cry #dmc v #v devil may cry

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bowlingshirts · 4 years ago

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Statement of Timothy Stoker, regarding his imminent [sigh] survival, in an encounter with entity known as The Stranger. Statement recorded by subject, Archival Assistant to The Magnus Institute, London. Statement number 0212704

I put it off for a while, I suppose.

Maybe it's for the best honestly. It's not like I was in a place to give a particularly good statement before. I was kind of... I don't think it would have been a fair one. Well, not like this ones exactly fair either, huh? Ugh.

Well! Here we go.

You were there before, but you said you wanted everything.

The information in this statement can be counted as a continuation of statement number 0171406. The day was no different from any other, which felt a bit unfair for how angry I was. It should have been hard to feel like anything was right. But, I was always shocked back then with how mundane everything still felt when you weren't involved. Even worse was how comfortable I felt in the tunnels underneath the opera house. You could blame that on how much time I had been spending in the tunnels at the institute by that point I suppose. It had felt right to be in that room, surrounded by those almost people mannequins.

Anyways, we were walking through the underground labyrinth of the Royal Opera House, the chatter we made wasn't pleasant, and I was finding it hard to breathe the stagnant air, I had been harboring suspicion that Jon wasn't breathing it. I had a lot of theories at the time, but I felt that he was rotting it somehow. Somehow he was purposely making it hard to breathe, and that the stink in the room was from him. Becoming whatever he was, was rotting him somehow.

It wasn't him.

It was the mannequins. They reeked so gently you wouldn't recognize it unless you were surrounded by them. Basira was the one who pointed it out. It made me feel a little better that it couldn't be him, that he wasn't poisoning me with his very presence. It didn't make the decision to just, throw it all away and blow it up any easier. Suddenly I wasn't sacrificing my boss who put me in this hell, or the corrupt cop who wanted to kill me just as much as the carnival did. Cold and cruel, she really was awful. It stopped being a room of people I found just as disposable as myself, who I'd honestly be a bit happy to see go. Now there were innocents! Perfect!

I saw my brother in all of them, I suppose.

I couldn't just leave them! And it made me more irritated to hear him saying we should. Wanted to hit something more. But, again, things changed when we saw what was behind the doors, that until now had been muddling the sound of that damned calliope.

I'll never forget how it felt to have my throat clog with the size of the room, the noise. The stale, slightly rotting, smell was bathed in rich popcorn that eminated from nowhere seemingly. They certainly weren't serving any. It just was there.

Just like there just.... WAS a massive crowd of clowns.

And audience.

Puppets.

The song was loud, and it hurt my ears to be there, but it also.... deafened me some.

Made it... hazy.

Like, it wasn't there, and then it starkly was. And then I wasn't. I heard gunshots and screaming, and then someone.... daisy? I think so. Daisy was talking to me, trying to explain something but it couldn't have been, it simply COULDN'T. Because nothing was.

There was nothing and I was no one and trying to convince me she was something was about as damning as if she had put on a face herself and giggled merrily trying to convince me to dance.

Dance!

God the dance...

We didn't dance yet.

I had to get away from her, because I'd forgotten what my hands were, and all I could do was hope I didn't hurt myself turning. I stumbled into Jon's argument. I'm... I don't know what you were doing. But I saw two people fighting and I tackled one, ready to pummel them. It was you, Jon. Not sorry for the hit, still.

You yelled at me, to tell me what I saw, "My asshole boss" I snarled back.

I was taken aback because did I have a boss? I must have, you were here, and I recognized you, I knew you. If I knew you and you didn't have a chance to put that in my mind, then you must be real, you had to be real. Subconsciously, I've later come to assume I recognized you because you had been the only one that still acted like you. I've mentioned this before but although you were wildly annoying, and invasive, and unprofessional, STUPID, you were always like that. Maybe more intense now, but I got it. It was you. It was... hard to keep that in my mind, but I didn't need to.

Grimaldi was next.

I couldn't forget them.

It was hard to know what I said at that point, but I was angry, and it made everything foggy to be so angry. I heard my name, and it was my name I know now, yelled behind me, as I tackled them. I punched them and broke their shell again, as I've been told they were upset that they broke one before. I thought I did.

Apparently the detonator had been the one that helped there, pretty thoroughly destroyed my hands for a while, not beyond function, but I had to work on it, but the hard shell of it was the real brace for bursting through their face.

The song was accompanied by a mournful wail that Jon says, was probably him, after that. And the fighting stopped.

We had to, we had to dance with them. We danced for hours it felt, and I was sick more than once.

It was overpowering at first, dizzy, I lost myself again, and so did he im told. And then it wasn't. And then it was frantic. The frantic dance of the jerking plastic was the hardest part, and the dizziness and fog was wearing off.

My feet hurt, my legs, my back, my hand hurt so much. But more than that, those stupid clowns had stopped moving, confused. They lurched to Jon in a scream, demanding what he'd done. He looked as confused as them, and I was.... still not quite me. But I was enough to see the axe I'd brought in my exhausted state. I grabbed it. And I, simply, started swinging. I knew my partners now, and I knew what to do, and they were too busy in being furious to care about the not people they were losing.

They weren't kidding when they said that losing their numbers was nothing, and that they were just puppets.

No matter how many I smashed, they just let me.

I stopped eventually, but even then they didn't move.

I think they'd given up.

And then, Jon had been screaming at me for a while, but pulled me out completely by grabbing my axe. I was sick again, the amount of pain roaring through my sore body, and he caught me and he didn't manage to help me up, but Basira did, and she was angry about it clearly. I couldn't find Daisy, none of us could.

I passed out then, held in her arms.

She smelt bad.

When I woke up I was in a hospital. We all were for a while, and then we took a break. Apparently they had still blown the thing up. I felt.... good that I had beat them in, even if it didn't do anything.

Right freaked me out that they didn't move or resist, even looking up to me with their unchanging faces, as a sort of shrug. An acceptance. They had lost, and for the life of them they couldn't figure it out. But they were done. They couldn't restart in their lifetime, and it had destroyed them somehow. Cathartic still to beat them in, some.

Even still there were more than I could destroy, exhausted, hand hurt pretty badly, so they left. And they trailed out. And just, remotely detonated it when they reached the limit of the distance.

...

I don't know.

Maybe it was for the best?

I know now why their dance didn't work, but, I suppose so do you.

Statement ends.

#Statements #explosions #death mention #vaguely #injury #violence #clown #mannequins #ask to tag #long post

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lindzem · 4 years ago

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BLACK CAT

Jack laughed as he strode down the sidewalk with his sister Emma. They'd had a normal day of school and the chilly october breeze whirled leaves all around. Emma giggled as she bounced into a pile of leaves playfully before jogging back next to her brother.

Jack pulled out his wallet and hummed.

"Ready for some pumpkin ice cream to celebrate you getting an A on your math test?"

Emma twirled and bounced.

"Yes yes yes! Its pumpkin season! Woohoo!"

Jack smiled as he kept walking with her until they both heard a piercing screech from a nearby alleyway. Emma hid behind her brother instinctively with a frown.

"What was that...?"

Jack frowned and paused also.

"The heck...? Hey, stay here. I'll check it out."

"Be careful, Jack..."

The brown haired boy cautiously walked over to the alley entrance. The closer he got to the commotion the worse he heard. A sniggering voice babbled while a few others laughed.

"Let's glue its tail to its back!"

Another voice chimed.

"No, let's pour the glue in its ears!"

Jack rushed forwards to see three male teens a few years older than him had trapped a black cat in a broken cage. They were harrassing it terribly and one of the boys had a bottle of super glue in his hand. Jack couldn't bear what was about to happen.

He yelled and rushed forwards, slamming into the kid with the glue and it crashed onto the ground.

"Leave the cat alone, you assholes!"

Flustered, all the teens watched as Jack threw himself between them.

"The hell?! Go away if you know what's good for you, punk!"

"It's just a stupid cat! Mind your own business!"

Jack growled angrily.

"Leave it alone!"

The tallest teen hissed.

"Get him!"

Jack's eyes widened and he turned around to shield the cat with his body as all the bullies began to wail on him. Jack took the blows and winced, cringing with every kick and punch until they got bored. They left and Jack slowly sat up. His body ached and stung all over. But the cat was alright. That was what mattered.

"H-Hey...its ok little fella...they're gone. Here, lemme get you out of there."

Slowly but surely Jack pried some of the cage wiring back enough for the cat to yank out of it. The feline rushed a few feet away but turned around and stared back at him confused. After a minute it ran away and Jack sighed. He stood and walked back out to Emma.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting."

Emma hugged him and he yelped.

"What happened?!"

"Oh, just had to save a cat from these jerks. You know, cool hero stuff~ Now let's go get you some ice cream!"

Emma nodded and they walked off to the ice cream shop.

The next morning Jack awoke much sorer and groaned. He tried to sit up until he saw something at the end of his bed. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. It was the same black cat he saved yesterday. He startled and jerked back, hitting his head on his bedboard. He squeaked and held it.

"Ow! Fuck-!"

The cat merely watched him curiously and calmly, swishing its tail. Jack saw it had such bright gold eyes that stared deeply and intently, but they meant no harm.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get inside my house?"

The cat stayed silent and still. Jack blinked and groaned.

"Alright you gotta go. Come on."

He slowly got out of bed and reached for the cat, but it jumped away from him onto the floor with a chirp. Emma came through the door and gasped when she saw the cat.

"Jack lets go, we're gonna be late for the movie--! Is that the cat?! It's so cuuute!!!"

Surprisingly the cat seemed content with Emma picking it up and hugging it.

"Yeah, but its gotta go. And so do we. Come on then."

He gets dressed and goes with her downstairs to the front door. They walk out and stroll down the sidewalk into town. Suddenly the cat begins to squirm and meow. Emma frowned.

"Huh, whats wrong kitty?"

It jumps down from her arms and meows at them loudly. It rushes forwards and turns around constantly to see if they are following.

"It wants us to follow it!"

Jack shrugged.

"Emma if we go that way, we'll be late for the movie."

She pouted and looked back at him.

"No we wont, come on!"

Jack sighed and followed along. The cat leads them down to the end of the block and stops in front of a black oranate metal doorway with golden painted etchings all over. The cat pushed the door open and ran inside. Emma giggled and followed.

"Wait kitty!"

Jack looked more concerned now, not wanting his sister to rush into someplace dangerous.

"Emma, wait, stop!"

He went in after her and slowed down, seeing all sorts of whacky looking artifacts and trinkets everywhere. The place was only illuminated by candles and everything was mostly the colors of black and gold. Jack was relieved to see Emma staring into an beautiful crystal ball on top of a round table in the middle of the room.

"This place is so cool, Jack!"

Jack walked over to her and kept eyeing around the room.

"Uh, yeah, but it's also a bit creepy. Never too early for Halloween I guess. Where's the cat?"

"I dunno. I lost it. Maybe it lives here! We brought it back home, yay!"

Jack gently nudged her.

"Alright, now lets get back to the movie, huh?"

Emma sighed.

"Aww but I like this place!"

Just that moment a tall man stepped out from behind a drapery of black velvet curtains. Jack gasped and instinctively stepped in front of his sister to protect her if need be. The man was lithe and draped in a gorgeous black silk robe with delicate golden lace all over the neck and arms. He also wore a sparkling golden feathery boa around his neck. His hair was ebony black and his eyes glinted gold in the candle light.

"Good afternoon, children~ How may I be of service?"

Jack felt oddly uneasy about this man and forced a smile.

"O-Oh no, we're sorry to intrude. We were just leaving, really--"

The man tisked his tongue and chuckled.

"It's no bother at all~ Im always happy to have guests. My name is Pitch and I am a fortune teller by trade."

Emma gasped and squealed.

"Really?! Jack, let's get our fortunes told! Pleeeease!"

Jack eyed her.

"But I thought you wanted to see the Perfect Princess Ponypal movie?"

"We can see it next week! Please please please!"

Jack sighed and smiled a little. He couldn't say no to her.

"Ok ok, we can. How much is it?"

Pitch smiled and motioned to the table.

"For you two, I'll make it free. Come, sit."

Pitch sat across the table from Emma and Jack. Jack sat and watched as the man sprinkled some golden powder over the crystal ball. It began to swirl around in various colors.

"Now then. Who's fortune shall we tell?"

Emma piped up.

"Jack's!"

Jack rolled his eyes and laughed a little. Pitch nodded with a smile.

"Very well~ Now let's see. Your aura is a beautiful snowy white, my boy. How interesting indeed."

Jack watched Pitch carress the crystal ball with his finger tips and the coloring inside turned all sparkling white.

"Woah, that's cool. What does it mean?"

"You put on a tough exterior show, but deep down you are as soft as the first snowfall in winter."

Jack flustered a tad.

"Eheh, yeah ok. Sure."

Pitch smiled and eyed the young teen curiously.

"I'd like to read your palms, if you'll allow."

"Uh, sure."

Jack held out his right hand. Pitch gently took it im his own and began to trace some lines softly.

"Very interesting. You're going to live a very long fulfilling life it seems. You have untold strength and destiny awaiting you."

Jack laughed a little, not believing it because fortune tellers were always just cheap parlor tricks and observation.

"Wow. Who knew."

Pitch smiled and looked directly at him.

"Give me that ring on your necklace."

Jack's blood froze. It was a gift from his departed mother. He hesitated.

"I...uhm...ok."

He slowly took it off and handed it over. Pitch accepted it and gazed for a minute quietly.

"Fascinating..."

Jack eyed him oddly.

"What?"

"This ring is a treasured memory of yours. From your mother, yes?"

Jack felt a lump in his throat and uneasyness in his stomach. How could he have possibly known that? Unless he'd been spying on them somehow. Was it something to do with that cat? No, that's crazy...

Jack held his hand out urgently, not comfortable being there anymore.

"Uh, thanks, but I just remembered we have things we need to do at home."

Jack took back the ring and stood, grabbing Emma's arm and tugging. She groaned in upset and confusion.

"Jaaack, no we dont-!"

He interrupted her sharply.

"Yes, we really do. Come on, we need to go now."

Pitch stood and eyed Jack with his own sense of unease.

"Jack, please, I didn't mean any harm."

Jack didn't answer. He knew this felt like a bad idea. Just as Jack got to the door, it suddenly locked itself. Jack's eyes widened in fear as he grabbed and yanked at the handle.

"W-What the hell-?! Unlock this door right--"

Jack whirled around, but Pitch was right behind him. It was a split second before Jack felt Pitch's hand on his head. Instantly Jack slipped into a deep sleep.

When the boy awoke he realized he was still in Pitch's home. He jerked up and looked around frantically. Why did he feel so cold? He jumped up off the bed and paused. Why wasn't he feeling sore from his injuries? In fact, he felt better than ever before, like a new energy was flowing through him.

No, he needed to find his sister. Who knows what awful things that creep could have done to her. He rushed out from the small bedroom area and down the stairs into what appeared to be the kitchen. He saw Pitch cooking some eggs and growled.

"Where is Emma?! What did you do to her, you sick bastard!?"

Pitch blinked and glanced over his shoulder.

"Oh good, you're awake! Now we can get start--"

Jack lunged and slammed into Pitch, shoving him down to the ground. The teen grasped his hands around Pitch's neck and began to choke him with a strength he never knew he had. Pitch tried to pull the boy's hands off, but he wasn't as strong.

"What did you to her?!"

Pitch rasped out.

"Sh..She's f-fine!!! Home, a-at your ho--me!"

Jack began to see frost and ice crystalize its way around Pitch's neck and face as he choked him. He suddenly let him go and backed away in fear.

"W-What the hell-!? What was that?!"

Pitch coughed and gasped for air, clutching his neck. He wheezed and eyed the teen cautiously as he rasped.

"Look...L-Look..."

Jack seemed confused until Pitch pointed frantically at a huge wall length mirror nearby. Jack glanced up and then did a double take with horrified eyes. He slowly walked over in mortified shock. His eyes were blue now and his hair was white as snow, instead of both being his normal brown.

"What did you do to me-!? I--I--! Where's Emma--the stupid fucking cat-?!"

Pitch stood up and slowly approached.

"Jack, I am the cat. Im just repaying you for saving me in the alleyway."

#blackicerotg #blackice #rotg #riseoftheguardians #pitch black #pitchblack #rotg jack frost #jackfrost #rise of the guardians #halloween #black cat #rotg pitch black

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Can I get uuuuhhhhh.... a scenario with Iida and his s/o? (This is about to get real detailed, buckle up!) The class is hanging out after school in the dorm commons and Jiro is playing music from a stereo. Tenya’ s/o’s favorite song comes on and they sing and dance along. Tenya watches them fondly for a while until s/o pulls him up to dance and goof off with them! Tenya’s flustered at first, but he gets into it and is able to let loose and have fun! Hope you can whip up something awesome!! ❤️❤️❤

iida tenya x reader

warning: fluff

word count: 918

a/n: this was super cute request, and sorry it’s super short, but your request still made me super happy to write out even if you think its short and im sorry but blfoijeiapfda theres really no excuse except that next time i will definitely be adding lots of drama because I owe everyone longer fics LOL also this was totally based of THAT sketch

You swayed your body in some type of dramatic inflatable tube man fashion as you faced off Kaminari to who could create a better impression. With Jirou presenting her newest mixtape to the class, it was only reasonable that a dance competition to take place, not that anyone in the class–outside Mina–could actually dance.

“NO!” You screamed, pointing a finger accusingly at Kaminari who was using his quirk to intensify how aesthetically cool his moves are, “THAT’S CHEATING, KAMINARI!!!”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over my sick ass moves!” Kaminari sang as most of your class was now rooting in favor of the electrical quirk holder, and it annoyed you. You weren’t a sore loser, just a competitive person who didn’t like losing when people involved quirks where they shouldn’t be.

“Everyone!” The ever so commanding voice of your dorky boyfriend Iida articulated, and everyone froze and the music stopped, the entire class looking over at the boy who’s armed moved more than his mouth, “Please be respectful to our peers who are currently sleeping! It is now nine p.m.!”

“Iida-kun, no one is asleep.” Midoriya laughed as Iida mentally counted the heads in the common room, and surprisingly enough, everyone was down here.

“Yeah, even old man Bakugou is awake!” Kirishima chimed in, a hearty laugh leaving his lips and he got a high five from Kaminari and an elbow from Bakugou.

“I see,” Iida nodded his head, his cheeks flaming in his miscalculation, “Then, carry on!”

As if there was no intrusion, to begin with, the dance competition was back in full swing.

After a few songs, a few more rigged dance competitions, you were laying on the couch, with your head laying on Iida’s shoulder, “Are you taking a break for long?” Iida asked you, and you shrugged letting out an exhausted groan.

“I just cannot beat Mina and I’m going to cry.” You joke as you watch Mina break out into a full freestyle dance and ended it perfectly as the last few notes of the song echoed through the room, crushing any attempt of victory over an obviously pissed off Bakugou who was baited into competing. “I don’t think I will ever be able to–”

Then the beginning notes of your favorite dance song began: Shut Up and Dance. Your eyes widened immediately, a shriek escaping your lips as responding shrieks came from other class members who all enjoyed dancing to this song. Moments of defeat and exhaustion were forgotten as you break out in a dance with such intense energy it looked as if you had just begun dancing.

Iida watched in adoration of your dorky moves as you grabbed your classmates hands, everyone who was dancing was leaping from corner to corner without a care in the world. Iida couldn’t help the foot-tapping that went through his body as he sat there observing. His eyes widen as you’re suddenly in front of him, pulling him to his feet, your body never stopping from dancing.

“Dance with me!” You pant slightly, the high energy of your dance inhibiting you from speaking normally.

“I don’t know if I can!” Iida protested flustered as he was afraid of making a fool out of himself, but you shook your head as you continued dancing and singing.

“She said, Oh don’t you dare look back, Just keep your eyes on me, I said you’re holding back, She said shut up and dance with me” You sang out dragging him out, despite his protests. “Sorry, I can’t hear you over my sick ass dance moves!” You scream using Iida’s hand to twirl around.

You grinned at Iida who was now moving with the song, his body swaying side to side. “YES IIDA-KUN!” You yelled cheering for your boyfriend as other members of your class started focusing on the class rep who was slowly getting more and more comfortable with his dancing.

“GET IT CLASS REP!” Another yell came, and soon enough, everyone was chanting for Iida who was breaking out in the most unbelievable dance moves.

Fortnite dance moves.

“OH SHIT BRO!” You heard Sero’s voice yell above Kaminari’s screeching as Iida was getting really into it, his movements still entirely sharp and precise.

You watched on with a scream stuck in your throat as Tsu, Mina, and Kirishima joined him in his dancing, and you couldn’t help the overjoyed giggles that left your lips as you immediately joined in.

So there Class 1-A danced, far past midnight following whatever quirky dance moves your boyfriend was rocking to.

yesyesyes, iida was actually a lot of fun to write for??? hes an unexpected baby and my heart loves him so much :,)

bonus!

You giggled as you dragged an overly exhausted Iida into his room, his body giving out to his exhaustion. “You danced so beautifully baby, like a majestic roadrunner. But I don’t think that using your Recipro Burst was necessary to get you to spin the fastest in the class! I mean you even broke your first pair of glasses from this, not from Hero Training!”

“Worth it…” Iida grumbled into the floor and you laughed once again, as you managed to get him into his room.

“You’re a cute dancer,” You laugh as you heave him to his feet, “I could learn a few things from you. My tube man is nothing in comparison to yours.”

Iida chuckled as he stumbled to his feet, and he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, “There is nothing in the world that can be compared to you.” He whispers before falling onto his bed, you still wrapped in his arms.

#iida tenya #iida x reader #iida tenya x reader #bnha writing blog #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha iida #bnha scenarios #mha #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha scenarios #mha iida #iida fluff

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angst-fairygodmother · 5 years ago

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Might I request: “There is enough room for both of us” & "You're warm" (& I'ma be a predictable binch & ask for Valdo x reader) :3

A/N: Did someone say sick fic? Oh wait that was me. I hope you enjoy this lovely. :)Word Count: 1660Content Warning: Mild swearing.

Silence stretched over the two travelers as they walked down the road, their dappled pack pony plodding placidly between them.

“Remind me again why we bought this beast instead of mounts for the both of us?” Valdo asked, his sharp tenor the first sound either of them had made in hours.

“Because the only thing we could afford two of was donkeys. And you said your dignity would not suffer an ass,” you snapped, rolling your eyes before muttering under your breath. “So instead I have to.”

You weren’t sure what had brought on the mood you were in, whether it was how tired and sore you were from walking or the gloom of the damp, chilly day, or something else entirely, but you honestly worried that if you did not reach the next town soon, you might throttle your companion, no matter how much you loved him.

“Ah yes, I recall now. I still say that horse trader was trying to swindle us. No matter, the market in Vizima will be much better.”

“Only if we ever get there.”

The next thing you knew, you were stopped short as you crashed into Valdo. You shot him a glare, wondering how he had managed to circle the horse to stop short and invade your personal space without you noticing.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said, frowning. “What on the Gods’ green Earth is your problem?”

You sighed. “I am tired. We’ve been traveling for days without sight or sign of anyone else on this stupid road. Everything hurts. My eyes feel like I’ve been rubbing sand in them for fun. There’s a storm on the horizon. And I’m fucking freezing. So can we please keep walking? I’d like to make it to the city before I die.”

Whatever Valdo might have said in response was cut off as you sneezed, sniffling pathetically after. Immediately his cross expression dropped as he reached out to place the inside of his wrist against your forehead.

“Wha…what are you doing?” you asked looking up at the curly-haired idiot like he had grown a second head.

“You’re warm.” He stated as if that was any answer. “Y/N, my darling, why didn’t you say you were unwell?”

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling your face flush. “It didn’t seem to matter that much. There’s nothing to be done but get to town anyway. So can we…?” you made a ‘keep moving’ gesture.

He frowned and then turned to the docile pony munching on grass that peeked up through the stones of the road, shuffling bags around, taking some off and setting them aside.

“What are you doing Valdo?” you asked exasperatedly.

“It won’t be the most comfortable ride, but I won’t have you exhausting yourself and making it worse,” he explained, shouldering several packs.

“It’s a cold, I’m not an invalid!”

“Sundrop, please. Your equine escort awaits. If you won’t care for your own health then do it for me.” He pressed his graceful hands together in a prayer-like pose and gave you that irritatingly irresistible pout. You sighed in defeat.

“You know there’s room enough for both of us.” You said as you climbed up into the saddle, shifting around to awkwardly settle between the various packages on the pony’s back.

“We both know that’s horseshit. Especially with all our stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, or rather at the swear passing his lips. Usually he was lovingly exasperated at your coarse language and not one to use it himself. He caught your glance and shrugged as if to say ‘odd circumstances allow odd behavior.’

“Pony shit actually,” you said with a smirk and another sniffle. “But I guess you’re probably right.”

He chuckled and shook his head ruefully, taking the pony’s reins in hand and leading off down the road at a slightly brisker pace than you had been going.

By the time the gates of Vizima came into view, an early night had fallen and the howling wind had both of you pulling fur-lined cloaks close. Your pony’s head was bowed miserably as icy torrents of rain poured from the sky. You shivered violently despite the layers, the chill weather heightening the effects of your fever.

Still, Valdo insisted on pressing inward toward the center of the city in search of “a decent inn.” You had half a mind to start begging to stop literally anywhere just to get inside when he finally found one that satisfied him, The Bee and the Bottle. As soon as you passed into the yard an eager straw-haired boy of maybe seven ran out, offering to take care of your pony, words whistling through the gap of missing front teeth.

You felt hands wrap around your waist, gently lifting you down and then steadying you when your feet touched ground and you swayed. Wobbling with exhaustion and cold, you turned to the child.

“You take good care of Spot here, alright?” you asked ruffling his hair and causing him to giggle. “If you do, I’ll see about sneaking you some sweets before we leave.”

He nodded eagerly at your offer. “I promise, I’ll be extra good to ‘im and make sure all his tack is shiny and clean. You’ll see.”

“And see if you can’t find someone to bring our bags to our room?” Valdo tried to keep the order out of his voice and found himself smiling as the boy saluted him before leading the creature away.

“Spot? Really dove?” Valdo whispered in your ear as he led you into the inn by the elbow.

You shrugged peevishly. “If you had named him when we bought him you could have called him whatever you wanted. I could have done worse.”

You sank gratefully into the luxurious bath, letting the road-weariness melt from you and the lightly minty steam work into your sinuses and throat to soothe their sting. Valdo’s fingers worked their way through your hair, massaging your scalp but you frowned, noticing their clumsy motions, no sign of his normal nimbleness. Reluctantly you pried your eyes open and twisted to look at him.

Immediately your eyes fell to his blue-tinged lips and you sighed. Your fingers curled around his wrist and you both gasped at the temperature difference between your skins.

“You’re useless to me if you freeze to death love,” you teased. “Why don’t you get in the water and thaw out?”

“Y/N,” he groaned. “I am supposed to be taking care of you. I can’t just take your bath.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that. There’s room enough for the both of us. Please?” You cast your most pleading expression up at him, knowing that he was weaker to your charms than he cared to admit.

Without a word, he began unbuttoning his damp shirt (having discarded his doublet earlier in expectation of helping you wash). You smiled softly at him before settling back in against the wall of the tub. Moments later, the water sloshed as Valdo slid in beside you, long arms wrapping around your middle to draw you against him. He pressed his lips to your temple, beard tickling where it brushed your face.

“Oh sweetheart, you are definitely feverish. As soon as you’re washed,” he lathered soap into a cloth and began to sweep it over your shoulders and back as he spoke, “we’re getting you straight to bed. I’ll have the innkeeper bring you some soup, and tea. Something herby and probably horrible tasting that will chase this sickness away.”

Valdo Marx was many things, but you knew he was not necessarily the most nurturing of men and the prospect of caring for you while you were ill was daunting. The fact that he was doing it at all was truly special, so you hummed in appreciation for his ministrations, leaning in to his touch and doing your best to comply with his wordless requests for movement until he was satisfied that you had been fully bathed.

As the water cooled to a tepid temperature, he reluctantly exited the tub, gathering up a particularly plush towel to wrap around you, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you to the bed. He gently dried you off and helped you into your favorite nightshirt (which he noted wryly was actually his missing shirt which you had claimed months ago not to have seen).

“I feel the need to remind you,” you said, stifling a yawn, “I am not an invalid.”

“Hush, love. And lay down. Rest.”

A series of violent sneezes shook your body and he found himself torn between fretting over you and admiring the truly adorable noises you made.

You groaned as you recovered your breath from the fit and relented to the idea of curling up in the many layers of blankets that invited you. As you snuggled down, you clung to Valdo’s hand, not letting him get up from his seat at the edge of the bed.

“Stay,” you murmured. “I need you to cuddle me.”

He smiled, soft and longing. “And why is that angel?”

Even as he asked, he shifted the covers to allow him to slip in beside you, curled around you like a cat.

“Because I’m still so cold. And you’re warm.” You burrowed closer, pressing your bodies together to sap as much of his body heat as possible, and he was content to let you.

His embrace tightened around your shoulders and he tucked your head up under his chin.

“Your wish is my command. Try to get some sleep.”

He pressed his lips to the top of your head and you closed your eyes, safe and content. He listened to your breathing for a while, intent for any rasp or stutter in the air, only relaxing when he heard it begin to settle into the slow, steady pattern of sleep.

Just as he was drifting off himself he thought he heard you mumble “I love you” and his lips curled upward blissfully.

#Valdo Marx x Reader #The Witcher #The Witcher fic #reader insert #requests #Soft Saturday #to be honest my brain checked out about an hour ago and I don't know if I know what I wrote #but I think it's fine #tired writing is a special challenge

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caradhinaa · 6 years ago

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Under The Weather

so this is like,,,,, the first fic i’ve ever written dskhfjksdf. ive been kinda sick the past few days and that naturally inspired me to make my own oc suffer with me. ive been playing around with the idea of starting a writing blog (which would probably just be this blog lmfao) but im still not sure!!! i’ll see how i feel about it!! i just kinda wrote this for fun and thought i might as well post it lmao.

Mornings.

Mornings were the favorite part of Emi’s day; the peaceful, low-key energy, the crisp air, breakfast. Especially now more than ever, since she gets to wake up in a building full of her closest friends. She’s been loving everything about her new life in the dorms.

At least, until right now.

Waking up to the familiar, yet despised sound of her alarm, she could already tell today was gonna suck ass. Her stuffy nose and pounding head could confirm. Emi wasn’t one to get sick very often, but when she does, it sure isn’t a pleasant awakening. She considered going back to sleep, but figuring that someone would eventually come check on her anyway, she ignored her body screaming at her to stay in bed and fought her way up. Guess she didn’t love everything about the new dorms.

Heading to the bathroom and brushing her teeth, she could see that her face had decided to become a few shades paler. She also took note of the lovely bags under her eyes. And couldn’t she at least have brushed her hair? Frankly, she looked like she’d died and came back to life against her will. Well, that wasn’t too far off.

As she dragged her way into the commons area, dreadfully breathing through her mouth, she noticed that it was particularly difficult to walk in a straight line. Maybe no one will notice. She’s a wild card, after all. Maybe they’d just think she stayed up all night studying or something.

...Yeah, sure. She doesn’t even study during the day.

A weak chuckle escaping her mouth, she finally made it down the stairs and into the commons area, being greeted with the usual “good morning”s from her fellow classmates. She tried her best to act as if her head wasn’t about to split open, and headed into the kitchen. She’d begun to take out a box of cereal before she paused and put it back, the unpleasant feeling in her stomach suggesting that she should maybe just grab a glass of water.

“Not eating breakfast...?”

Emi turned her head to the familiar voice. Of course, she’d expected Shouto to show up sooner or later, but did he have to be the first person she talked to? He stood at the other side of the island counter with his usual neutral expression, eyeing the box she’d put away. She should have tested her voice first. Praying that she had a voice at all, she cleared her throat.

“Nah, I’m not real hungry this morning,” she rasped, cringing at the quality of her vocal chords. She grabbed a glass and went over to fill it with water.

Shouto blinked. “I’ve never seen you skip a meal before,” he watched as she missed the water dispenser on the fridge with her glass before immediately trying again. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Aww, are you worried about me? That’s so sweet,” she giggled, sticking her pinky out and taking a sip of the room-temperature water. Forgot the ice.

“You just seem a little off. It seemed like common courtesy to ask,” he explained, making his way around the island to her. “Also, you didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m fine! I’m still just a little groggy is… all…” her voice trailed off as she felt a hand press against her forehead. A moment of awkward silence passed before Shouto narrowed his eyes and spoke again.

“You’re hot.”

“Wow, Todo. A little forward, don’t you think?”

“Shouldn’t you be in bed if you feel sick?” He removed his hand, “You’re gonna make it worse if you push yourself. And you’re probably contagious,” he added, taking a step back.

Emi groaned in response. She guessed that he’d figure it out pretty quick, but she wasn’t expecting him to be such a nag about it. Despite that, she couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed.

“I guess, but what would I do-- just stay in the dorm all day?” she paused, taking another sip of water, “That sounds so boring…”

Shouto opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the booming voice of their class representative.

“Everybody! It is now 8 O’Clock! I suggest you all get ready for school!”

Emi sighed in relief. “Welp, you heard him! I’m gonna go get dressed and all that.” She put down the water glass and walked past the boy, “See you in class!”

Shouto stood for a moment, watching her quicken her pace up the stairs (rather clumsily, might he add) and turn the corner, out of his sight.

…

The second Emi heard the words “combat training” come out of her teacher’s mouth, she thought back to what Shouto said to her that morning.

And she thought about how much smarter it sounded now.

So, here she was, on the training field with her hero costume, her merciless symptoms, and her crippling regret. The sun was beating down on her already too warm body, and the air making her eyes and nose sting even more. She did this to herself; it was too late to back out now.

Today’s lesson was one-on-one combat. One person carries a fake knife and tries to pin the other one down. Though, in this state, she wishes it were a real one. She closed her eyes and picked a number out of the box that would determine her fortunate partner, who was sure to win the exercise with ease. Opening her eyes, the number 4 was printed on the small sheet of paper.

The unlucky number, of course.

Her eyes scanned around the area for the person with the matching slip. When the second 4 caught her attention, she looked up to see a pair of bi-colored eyes already making their way to her. Oh, can’t she catch a break? This will hardly be a fight, but more like a lesson.

“Hey. Still feeling ‘groggy?’”

“As a matter of fact, I am.” she fanned her face with the 4 in her hand.

Shouto hummed. “Well, I won’t say I told you so,” he held up the fake knife that was passed out, examining it. “I’m sure you’ve already thought it, anyway.”

“Hey, don’t give yourself too much credit,” Emi smirked, “I can still knock that knife out of your hand.”

“I wonder.”

And with that, Shouto raced toward Emi with his hand clenched around the knife. He thrusted it towards her face, but she was quick to pull it to the side. She grabbed his wrist and attempted to loosen his hold on the weapon. Shouto used this opportunity to kick her feet from beneath her and pinned her on her back, knife to her neck.

Emi grinned. “Well? Stab me, coward.”

“It’s a fake knife.”

“You can still try?”

Shouto lifted the knife and rose to his feet. He held out his hand and helped Emi up as well. She giggled, half embarrassed, half amused.

She rolled her head around, stretching her neck. Maybe this was helping, in a weird way. It was at least something to keep her mind off her sick mess of a body. Her head didn’t seem as heavy as before, and it had stopped pounding.

In fact, it seemed to be getting lighter.

“Hey, are you listening?”

Lighter…?

“Koemo--!”

All at once, the ground began to rush closer to her face. Hands moving under her arms caught her before she could hit the dirt, but she couldn’t seem to open her eyes.

Or want to.

…

Emi shifted. She felt soft sheets beneath her, and a pillow under her head. She can’t exactly remember what happened, but she didn’t really want to get up to find out.

At least, until she noticed someone sitting next to the bed.

“Hey. You awake?”

She groaned sleepily in response. She started to slowly sit up in the bed, stretching her sore muscles. She gave a look around the room. The nurse’s room. On her other side, Shouto with a book in his hand. She yawned, wondering how long she’s been-

Shouto.

She blinked twice. “Have...have you been waiting here this whole time…?”

Shouto folded the corner of the page he was reading and closed the book. “Yeah. I didn’t have a sparring partner, after all.”

Emi only stared. He probably had to bring her here, too. She’d feel bad if she didn’t feel disgustingly ill. But even more than that, she felt… happy?

“How do you feel…?”

Happy that someone noticed, even though she was trying to hide it.

“Kinda like ass.”

He huffed, his lips curving up ever so slightly. “Well, can you stand? I’ll take you to the dorms.”

“Oh, you don’t have to escort me,” she smirked, “I know where they are.”

Shouto’s chair squeaked a bit as he got up onto his feet. “Sure, but what will you do if you faint again?”

Emi chuckled. She sat up and turned to the side of the bed. She stretched one more time before getting up.

Shouto opened the door of the clinic. “If I get sick tomorrow, I’m blaming you, you know.”

She hummed as she walked through the door.

“That’s your own fault.”

#kjhdskjfhdkjfh.... idk if this is even good lmao i just had nothing better to do #it was really fun though #writing is real fun #emi koemo #emitodo #mha writing #mha #my writing

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buckyspetpsychopath · 7 years ago

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Sick Bibby

Words: Reece Bibby x reader New Hope Club

I hadn’t seen my boyfriend in quite a while , it seems as though he had been avoiding me the past few days, so I decide to call him up. It goes to voicemail and I frown, sending him a quick text.

-Hey I rang you? -Yeah sorry, I’m just busy getting ready. We’re going out for a meal, for Lexi’s birthday -oh ok, have fun! I’ll be over on her actual birthday to give her, her presents and stuff, I just miss you :(

I send back and frown, that’s a little bit strange that he didn’t invite me, we always go to special occasions with each other. I also frown when I don’t get a response from him. I sigh and decide to go to McDonald’s to pick up some food. I order and go wait until it’s ready. When my number is called I get my food and go to leave, but somebody shouts my name. I look around and smile when I see Lyndsey and Lexi. I go over to them and exchange hugs then Lexi moves over excitedly. “come eat with us” she chirps so I nod and slide in next to her.

“I thought you we’re going for a meal?” I say to Lyndsey and she furrows her eyebrows. “we’re going on Saturday? Reece didn’t tell you?” she asks and I shake my head. “No he said tonight, because I was going to come over but he said he’s busy” I explain. “No, Reece is in bed, hes not well. Been stuck in bed for the past few days, we were actually wondering why you hadn’t come over, you two are usually glued at the hip, young love I guess” she smirks and I blush. “He didn’t tell me, he kept saying he was busy, I was beginning to think he didn’t want to be with me anymore or something” I frown. “No way, he’s just ill. He probably just doesn’t want you to get sick” she suggests and I nod. I stay silent just thinking about it for a moment. “do you want to stay over tonight? You have clothes in our house don’t you?” Lyndsey pipes up and I nod. “thank you.” I say and she smiles. “yay! Sleepover with y/n” Lexi cheers and we both laugh. Once we’re finished eating we head back to Reece’s house, I send my mum a quick text to tell her I’m staying over and she replies with a thumbs up.

When we walk into Reeces house Lexi runs straight upstairs yelling “Reece! yn’s come for a sleepover”. Jamie comes out of the kitchen and gives me a hug, pecking my cheek. “Hey, how are you?” he asks. “I’m fine, how are you?” I reply. “I’m all good” “Y/n?”I head Reece mutter and turn to him. He’s standing halfway up the stairs, bags under his eyes, his hair flopped down onto his forehead. “what are you doing here?” “well since you lied to me… I saw your mum and Lex in McDonalds, your mum invited me back. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick I would have came right over, you know that. Instead of avoiding me for a week.” i huff. Reece takes my hand and takes me upstairs. “I know you’d come right over that’s why I lied. I didn’t want you to see me like this” he mumbles. I place my hand on his cheek. “like what?” I giggle. “All sweaty and disgusting, gross and ugly…” he pouts. “oh baby, even when you’re sick you’re the most handsome boy Ive ever seen and I’ve got to say you look quite cute, you should wear your hair down more often” I say and lean in for a kiss but his eyes widen and he moves away. “No! You’lll get sick too” “I don’t care, we can be sick together. I haven’t kissed you in a week” I say and he waywardly brings his lips to mine. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. Despite his previous concern, he cups my cheek and the kiss gets quite heated, slippiing his tongue in. We’re making out in the middle of his room when his mum bursts in the door.

“oh, wow, right, sorry” She apologises. “mum” Reece groans. “sorry, I wanted to make sure y/n had pjamas” “yeah she can wear some of mine” he replies and Lyndsey nods. “ok I get the hint, mother leaving. Keep it PG you two we don’t want any babies” she smirks. “Mum” Reece gasps covering his face, I blush. She laughs loudly as she closes the door behind her.

“do you-” Reece starts but breaks out into a coughing fit. My eyes widen and I push him down onto his bed, I reach for the bottom of his jumper and lift it up over his head. He smirks at me. “Any other time this would be happening I’d be thrilled but …” he jokes and I roll my eyes. “You’re sweating, you need to cool down. I’ll go get some ice cream.” I say and leave him laying in bed. I go downstairs and Lyndsey, Lexi and Jamie are watching a movie. “sorry to disturb you but do you have any ice cream?” I ask and Lyndsey shakes her head. “No hon, feeling peckish?” she asks. “No, its for Reece, he’s overheating, I’ll just run the shop and pick him up some stuff” I say and she smiles. “Are you sure? I can go if you want” she offers. “Its ok” I smile. “Can I come?” Lexi chirps. I look and Lyndsey and she shrugs. “If you stay with y/n and put your coat on I don’t see why not” Lexi cheers and jumps off the couch, running to get her coat on. I also put mine on. “Do you guys want anything?” I ask and they tell me a couple of things they’d like- some sweets and drinks. Its only a short walk to tesco and we soon find ourselves at the sweet section, I pick up the sweets that the parentals requested and choose some for Reece and I.

“What do you want Lex?” I ask her. “What can I get?” she replies tilting her head at me. “Anything you want, just not too much or you won’t sleep” I laugh. She picks up a packet of sweets and her favourite chocolate bar. “You done?” I ask and she nods so we make our way to the drinks and pick out a couple. Then we head to the ice cream and I get two, one for Reece and I, one for the others. We pay for our items and get ready to leave the shop.

“uggh, my feet are sore from walking” Lexi complains. “Jump on” I say bending down, she grins and dives on my back, I hold her legs and stand up again walking towards the exit. We hear some squeals so we turn around. A small group of girls come over to us. “Omg hi! You’re Reece Bibby’s girlfriend and sister right?” one of them asks, I nod. “Is Reece with you?” another asks. “No, unfortunately he’s at home in bed ill, we came to fetch his some supplies.” I laugh. They smile sadly. “Have you got Twitter or Insta, I could have him follow you?” I suggest and their eyes brighten. One rips a piece of paper from a small book in her bag and writes all the social medias down. “Thank you so much! Could we get a picture?” they ask shyly. I smile. “No its not a problem, you staying up there Lex” I tease and she nods with a little giggle. We ask an old couple to take our picture and then we part ways. We make our way home and when we walk in the door, Reece greets us.

“hello?” I laugh. “Where’ve you been?” he asks with a frown. I set Lexi on the floor and hand her the bag and she scurries into the living room to share out the sweets with her parents. I wrap my arms around his neck. “the shop to get you some treats and medicine. What are you doing out of bed?” “You didn’t come back and I wanted to cuddle” he pouts. “awwh, poor Bibby” I joke pecking his nose. He continues to pout and hides his face in my neck. “I feel so sick” he mumbles as I stroke through his sweaty hair. “You’re so needy when you’re ill” I smile and Lyndsey rounds the corner. “tell me about it” she taunts and he narrows his eyes at her. “You only brought my girlfriend here so you didn’t have to deal with me anymore” he argues back and she laughs. “Thats exactly what I did” she smirks and retreats back into the living room. “You’re going to get sick though y/n, be warned” she calls out. I shrug and grab Reeces hands and the bag with our food in and go upstairs. We get set up in bed, watching a movie and eating the food. Halfway through the movie it had been abandoned when we started a little make out session, Reece pulls one of my legs over his body, forcing me to be flush against him, he runs his hands up and down my back.

“I’m feeling a lot better with you here, thank you” he says when he pulls away. I smile and shrug. “And you tried to avoid me” I say raising my eyebrow. He grins sheepishly and buries his head in my neck. We end up falling asleep.

In the morning I wake up with Reeces arms wrapped tightly around my stomach. “Morning beautiful” Reece croakes, half hoarse from sleep and half from being I’ll. I sniffle and turn around to face him. “Morning handsome you feeling better?” I mutter. “A bit, but you’re sick too now” he pouts. “I don’t care as long as I get to spend all day cuddling you I really don’t mind, I really missed you the past couple of weeks, you were on tour then you can home and ignored me, I didn’t know if you still wanted to be with me” I frown. “Of course I still want to be with you, I just didn’t want to get you sick” “I know that now, but at the time. I’m sorry for even thinking like that” I admit. “You should be” He jokes. “Cause I’m not leaving any time soon” he chirps pecking my lips. “Knock knock” we hear Lyndsey murmur and knock on the door. "You can come in mum" Reece calls out hoarsely. She comes in with a plate full of pancakes, nutella, bacon, orange juice, throat medicine and some tablets. “Thought you would both be needing this, were all going out now, are you two ok alone?” She asks. We nod. “You sure?” she hints, wiggling her eyebrows and i blush. “Mum just go” Reece whines. She tuts. “Uhm I mean thank you mamma, I love you very much” he smiles and she nods leaning down to peck his forehead then repeating the action on me. “Have a nice day” I croak and she smiles sadly. “You two get your rest, no horny teen stuff” she smirks before leaving. I groan and roll over onto Reece. “You know its your own fault?” Reece points out. “Was I supposed to just let you die in bed alone? No. Im your girlfriend I’m supposed to be here at times like this” “Its just a cold or something” he laughs and I shrug. “You’re still sick” “and so are you” he points out. I cough and hold my chest as it hurts. “ohhh, my poor baby is feeling poorly” he jokes in a baby voice, wrapping his arms around you. I force a laugh then it goes silent. We both sit and start eating, quickly demolishing the food, still in silence. We go and brush our teeth then head straight back to bed. I get too hot and end up peeling Reeces jumper off me, I only have a bra on and his eyes rush straight to my boobs. I roll my eyes and push myself up slightly, throwing a leg over his body and leaning back on his legs, we connect our hands. “You’re the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen” he says tightening his grip on my hand. I pull mine away and grasp his cheeks leaning down to kiss him. When I pull away he nudges his nose into mine and connect our foreheads. “I love you so much, thank you for coming to ‘try’ and get me better” he laughs. “yeah, I didn’t do such a good job did I?” I snort. “I’m just so irresistible” he jokes. “You are” I say scrunching up his cheeks. He swats my hand away and grabs the back of my neck pulling my head into his neck. “lets go back asleep” he mumbles and I nod, staying silent as we fall back asleep.

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sufferthesea · 7 years ago

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Hi again! Could you please do another scenario with Genma with a shy reader that's not a ninja and it's there first date but she ends up getting sick and he surprises her by coming to take care of her?

This was perfectly timed because I always get sick in October-November. Now if only I had a cute ninja boy coming to take care of me while I sat on the couch and watched movies all day. /sigh/

Thank you for the request!! I had a lot of fun writing this!! Please let me know if you think my scenarios/headcanons are too long! Also I literally just figured out how to write Genma, idk how he’d text 😂 I did my best.

Words: 3.144Rating: General Pairing: Genma x Reader

Thiswasn’t how it was supposed to go. When Genma asked you out twoweeks ago you had been so excited that you were near to crying - butyou were also incredibly nervous. Genma was one of the mostinteresting guys you’d ever met, and you felt as if you were theequivalent of a talking potato sack. Not to mention you weren’teven a ninja so why onearth he’d even bother with a civilian was beyond you. Someone ofhis caliber should really be looking for a girl just as strong andknowledgeable and brave and outgoing ashim. (You’d barely managed to squeak out a “yes” when he askedyou to dinner, and it took every ounce of strength just to look himin the eyes when he spoke to you.) He must’ve read the confusion onyour face because almost immediately after asking you out, he said:

“You know, you’rereally cute when you act shy. And I figured if I didn’t ask youout, we’d never get anywhere.”

You’dthought about that for the last fortnight, your face bright red and ashy giggle falling from your lips whenever his face appeared in yourmind. But among the excitement was a bit of fear and the typicalinsecurity you often faced. You’d never really gone on a datebefore and certainly had never been asked out by someone like Genma.He’d suggested something simple - just a small dinner at a curryshop outside of the village. He said it was a cute little place andhe was sure you’d like it because it was out of the way and fewpeople went all the way out there to eat. It was nice of him to thinkof you like that, but there was still so much pressure. Would youlike the food there? What if it was too spicy? What if he thought youate too much? Or not enough? The thought of someone watching you eatwas a little overwhelming. And what if - did you dare to evenentertain this thought so early in the relationship? - what if at theend of the night he tried to kiss you? What if he kissedyou and you had curry breath? You’dabsolutely die on the spot.

Unfortunately,stressing out for the last fourteen days had done the exact oppositeof helping your health and you woke up the day of the date with asore throat, runny nose, and pounding headache. You had somehowstressed yourself into a cold,and now you were even more miserable than before. (Of course itsurely had nothing todo with the fact that you’d left open the bedroom window the nightbefore and had kicked off your blanket in the middle of the night…)

“I can’t go on adate l-like this,�� you shuddered, pulling a thick woolen blanketover your shoulders and sneezing into a tissue. “I can’t l-lethim see me like this.”

Forlornly,you looked towards the clock hanging on the wall and your heartdropped. It was already noon; six hours until you were supposed tomeet Genma at the gates so he could walk you to the restaurant. Thiswasn’t good. It’s not like you could take some magic pill to getbetter immediately, and you were certain that if you decided to go onthe date then something mortifying would happen - you’d sneeze onhim, or go into a coughing fit while eating, or you’d get himsick. You couldn’t risk it - not when you’d somehow managed tograb his attention in the first place. You weren’t going to ruin itby being grossly sick all over him in a restaurant. There was onlyone option, and it killed you to even think of it.

You’d have tocancel the date.

It’d be a lie tosay you didn’t cry for a few moments as you convinced yourself thatit’s what was best. Did you want to cancel the date or did you wantto show up and gross him out?

Gathering whateverremaining strength you had, you dug your phone out of your sweatpantspocket and went through your list of contacts before you foundGenma’s number. He’d given it to you when he asked you out, butyou hadn’t texted him before. Would your first text to him reallybe canceling the date? Sometimes the universe sucked.

Steadying your handsenough to text out a legible message, you pressed send and waitedwith bated breath, the pressure behind your eyes and in the bridgeof your nose growing.

Genma - can’tmake it. im sick. rain check?

Itwasn’t good to sit there and wait so you placed your phone on thefarthest part of the coffee table and curled up on the couch, feelingawful. Everything was starting to ache and you weren’t sure whatyou should do to feel better. Going to the hospital was out of thequestion - you weren’t dying,you just had a cold. And you didn’t want to be a burden on anybodyelse by asking them to come over and take care of you. So you werestuck with the only solution - suffer alone until you were better.

Your heart jumped atthe sudden buzzing of your phone vibrating on the table and you leaptup to grab it, hands shaking as you eagerly read the message fromGenma.

That sucks. We’llreschedule. Hope u feel better soon

He hoped you feltbetter soon?! That was so nice of him! Before you could finishgushing over the simple text, a second one came through.

Let me know ifthere’s anything I can do to help

Yourfingers moved quickly to type that he didn’t have to do anything,but then you stopped. He was asking - offering - to help you throughthis dreadful time. Would it be ruder to accept his invitation andpossibly get him sick, or to decline it and spare him the vision ofyou stuffed up and snotty? It really didn’t matter if you were at arestaurant or at home, you didn’t wanthim to witness you blowing your nose or hacking or just looking likeyou’d crawled out some Pit Of Disgusting. You hated to admit it,but you got kind of whiny whenever you were ill and it was prettyembarrassing. With a little bit of heartache, you finished the textand sent it.

No, that’s okay- thx tho. I appreciate it

Almost immediately,another response sent your phone buzzing in your hands.

Anything for you;)

Youvaulted the phone away quickly, your body instantly burning hot, asurprised laugh escaping your mouth. “Wh-What? What was that?”you wheezed, pulling the blanket up to your face and staring inelation at the phone now lying on the floor across the room. “He -He put a - a winking face! What does th-that mean? Does he … oh mygosh.” Hiding under the blanket, you allowed yourself to gigglechildishly and closed your eyes tight. Genma’s perfect face wasthere - a smile gracing his features. He put a winkingface! That was good, right? Andhe’d said “anything for you”. Anythingfor you. Anything for you.How did he mean it? Would he really do anything for you? Your stomachgrowled and you grimaced; maybe you should have asked him to bringyou something to eat …

The phone buzzedagain and you practically threw yourself across the room to grab it,scrambling to clutch it close your face and read the message.

U allergic toanything?

Confused, you rereadthe message and checked to see who it was from. Genma had sent it,that was certain but … Did he think you’d called off the datebecause you had had an allergic reaction or something? Or - did hethink you’d canceled the date because you were allergic to curry?You were legitimately sick and this boy thought you were skipping outbecause you didn’t like his taste in food?

No - im good. Notcurry!! hahaha I was looking forward to eating there /:

Thatwas good enough, right? Assure him that you weren’t avoiding himbecause of that little restaurant, and that you actually didwant to go with him.

Same. Oh well.Maybe next week.

Then, a secondlater:

What r ursymptoms? Like are u coughing and sneezing? Sore throat? Or somethingelse?

Was he concernedthat your illness would still be there by next week when you actuallywent on your date? You shifted on the ground, resting on your elbowsas you thought over what to say. The point of canceling the date wasto keep him from knowing what you were going through at the moment.

Youtyped slowly, regretting every letter of your text: headache,sore throat, runny nose, congestion, sinus, everything hurts!!! ))):I feel like death tbh

Five minutes passedof absolute silence and your chest twisted in embarrassment. Had yousaid too much? You knew it - you’d messed this up. No good. Genmawould surely ditch you and go for some girl with a perfect immunesystem who looked absolutely glamorous even when she was suffering,and certainly didn’t complain about it. When another five minutespassed without a response, you pulled yourself back onto the couchand cuddled under your blanket and sighed heavily. Why did it have tohappen now?! Today of all days.

The phone buzzedagainst your chest and you yelped, jolting upwards and dropping it tothe ground. Fumbling around for it, you grabbed another tissue fromthe nearly empty box on the table and dabbed at your sore nose.

Grape or orange?

Nowthis was getting weird. Your response was only: what?

Genmaswiftly replied: Do you prefer grape or orange? Or cherry??

Uh… I don’t …care????? What is this for?

Insteadof answering, he simply asked: did u still want to go tothe curry place next week? I’ll pick u up next time. What’s uraddress?

Stumped, you staredat the glaring screen in your hands. What was going on? He was actingstrange. But your cold-infested brain wasn’t willing to work withyou to figure out what he was doing so you merely texted back youraddress. He stopped responding and you wondered if it was a mistaketo tell him where you lived. It was almost one o’clock and youreyes were feeling the weight of your illness. Sniffling into yourhandful of tissues, you curled up on your side and let yourself fallasleep.

An hour later youwere woken up by heavy knocks at your front door. It startled youawake and you rolled off of the couch, dazed and utterly lost as towhat was happening. Scrambling to your feet, you wiped drool off ofyour face and ambled over to the door, your voice croaking in pain asyou muttered, “Coming …”

Groggily, you pulledopen the door and looked blearily out into the bright world. Youshaded your eyes and squinted at the shadowed figure filling yourdoorway.

“You look as badas you said you feel,” came a voice.

Your eyes widenedand you dropped your hand, finally realizing that it was none otherthan Genma standing at your door.

“Wh-What are youd-doing here?!” you shouted, throwing your hands up to coveryourself although there was nothing to be covered. You were alreadydressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, and although your hair waswild and uncombed and your nose was as red as the swirl on Genma’sjonin jacket, you weren’t indecent. Still it was almost shameful tobe standing before such a beautiful man looking like you’d climbedout of a dumpster recently.

“Aren’t yougoing to invite me in?” Genma asked, a small smirk playing on hislips.

Youglanced back at your small apartment and you could almost feelyour cold lingering on the air. He didn’t want to go in there. “Uh… you’ll … you’re gonna get sick -!”

“Don’t worry, Igot it covered.” Genma reached into one of the half dozen bags hewas carrying and pulled out a white surgical mask, using one hand tomaneuver it onto his face. You’d only just now noticed his senbon was nowhere to be seen. “See? Now I won’t catch whatever youhave. Heh, do I look like Kakashi now?”

“What?”

“He… you’re not a ninja. Right. You’ve probably seen him around.Kind of weird … got hair out to herethat’s silver, always has a mask on, always reading that orangebook.”

“No, I - I knowwho you’re talking about. I m-mean … What is all that?” Youmotioned to the different bags Genma was carrying and he grinned fromear to ear (not that you could see it).

“Well I figuredsince you weren’t up to going out tonight, we could have a nightin. Is that alright?”

“What? Really?”

“Sure.” He heldup a few bags with a local market’s logo across it. “This is somemedicine - I got three different kinds, since none of them coveredall of your symptoms. I also got you some tissues - it sounded likeyou’d need them.”

You looked away andblushed, trying to stealthily dab at your running nose with acrumpled tissue. “Th-Thanks.”

“Noproblem. I also got us dinner - or lunch, I guess.” He held up two paper bags from arestaurant you’d passed by before. “I wasn’t entirely sure whatyou eat, so I got a few different things.” He then shook a fewother bags strung along his arm, “And then I grabbed us somedrinks. Nothing alcoholic, though. Didn’t think you needed to betipsy and sick. Iwouldn’t make you wake up tomorrow hungover with a cold.”

You stared inabsolute awe at the man, a happy smile spreading across your face. “W… Wow! That’s so n-nice of you! I d-didn’t think … I thoughtyou’d …”

Hecocked an eyebrow and showed you the bags again. “Listen, Iappreciate the thanks but canI come in? I’ve walked all over the village with these.”

“Oh! R-Right.Sorry.” You stepped aside to let him in and he glanced around yourapartment.

“This is cute. Youlive alone?”

“Y-Yes …”

“Good. I don’twant anyone disturbing our date.” He dropped the bags onto thecoffee table and looked back at you. “Actually, I just don’t wantto share my food with anyone but you.”

A dry, croakygiggle jumped out of your throat before you could stop it and youcovered your face in shame. Genma gave a soft laugh himself and wavedyou over to the couch.

“Don’t beembarrassed; you’re sick. Come on. I also bought tea leaves to makeyou something hot to drink, since I’m sure you could use it. Whydon’t you put a movie in and I’ll get started on making the tea?”

Defeated, youcrumpled to the floor in front of the small media cabinet that yourtelevision was sitting on. You only had a few DVDs and you’dwatched them all to death, but if picking a movie meant you’d getyour date after all then you’d bite your tongue and suck it up. Youchose one of the more exciting films - something you’d seen once inthe village’s theater and had liked enough to purchase - and pushedthe disc into the DVD player. By the time you made it back to yourseat on the couch, Genma was arriving with two mugs full of hot tea.He handed you one and your entire body warmed with the heat of thecup. He pushed the edge of your blanket out of the way and sat downnext to you, setting aside his cup and digging through the plasticbags on the table.

“Here’s themedicine,” he said as he deposited one bag into your lap and pulledanother bag closer.

Whenyou looked through it you found three different flavors of cold syrup - orange, grape, and cherry. So that’swhat he was talking about.

“And here’s thetissues.” He then opened the two paper bags and pulled out steamingtake-out cartons. “Just tell me what you want and you can have it.”

Silently, youadmired the man beside you as he shuffled around the cartons and setup a line of bottled drinks. He caught your eye and raised aneyebrow, and you could sense the questioning smile hiding behind thesurgical mask.

“What?”

“Noth-Nothing!”You held your cup tighter and brought it to your face, breathing inthe earthy scent of tea. “I just … really appreciate this.Th-Thank you.”

“No problem. Iwasn’t going to pass on an opportunity to go on a date with you.Even if it’s …” He motioned around the apartment and shrugged.“I didn’t really feel like walking all the way out to that curryplace tonight anyway.”

Feeling a bit bold,you gave him a serious look (which was made fairly intimidating withthe deep bags under your eyes and the raw skin around your nose) andsaid, “Well don’t think - uhm - that you’ll get out of t-takingme there one day … You promised me a-a date there … and I expectt-to go there.”

Genma pulled downthe mask to reveal his broad grin, his eyes locked on yours. “We’llgo when you feel better. Promise.”

You smiled back andpressed the rim of the hot cup to your lips. “You know - you didn’thave to go through all of this for me.”

“I said anything,didn’t I?”

“Huh?”

Genma pulled out apair of disposable chopsticks and broke them apart, handing you oneof the take-out containers. “I said I’d do anything for you,right? I meant it. Mostly. Some things I wouldn’t - … Anythingwithin reason, I guess. This was no bother. This the movie you wantto watch?”

He changed thesubject so quickly your foggy brain had a hard time keeping up. “Yeah… uhm, thank - thank you.”

Genma gave you asideways glance and a small smile pulled at his mouth. “You’dbetter stop talking before you lose your voice. We won’t be able totalk when we go out next week. Then what’ll we do?”

Shrinking into thewarmth of the blanket, you nodded. “Uh - oh, well … What if I’mnot feeling better by next week?”

“Oh, you will,”Genma said as he relaxed into the couch, kicking his legs up onto thecoffee table. “I’m gonna take care of you until you feel better,so you’ll have no excuse for canceling our next date.”

Blushing hotly, younodded and smiled down into your tea. You were starting to think thatmaybe being sick wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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ladye11e · 7 years ago

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Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 7

SFW

Word count:2934

Characters Jacob Frye/ Henry Greene/ Reader

“(Name), are you listening to me?”

Looking up to see Henry frowning at you again, you turned your attention back to the photos that he had strewn about on his counter.

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Pearl Starrick, Crawford Attaway, Templars, bad guys, death to them all.”

Henry dropped the picture he was holding down with an exasperated sigh, making you smirk as he put his hands on his hips the same way that you had noticed Evie did.

“It’s Pearl Attaway, and Crawford Starrick. This is really important, if you are not going to take it seriously…..”

“I am! Its, well, just alot to take in. You forget that I’m not like you lot, roaming about killing people, looking for some Eden thing.”

His face softened a touch as you turned back and scrutinized the pictures again, placing his hand on top of yours and squeezing your fingers gently.

“You are right, I do keep forgetting. But you also said you were sure you wanted to get involved. Have you changed your mind? Or is there something else that keeps your attention wandering?”

A slight heat crept up your face when he looked at you with a knowing smirk, making you clear your throat and fidget in your seat.

“You’re not in a position to say anything, I’ve seen the way you look at Evie.”

You sniggered when it was his turn to fluster slightly, made even worse when you reached into your pocket and dropped something gently onto the counter.

“Here, she asked me to give you this when she picked up her sword. Thought men were supposed to give women flowers, not the other way around.”

Jumping off your stool when Henry walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a book, you leant over his shoulder when he opened it and carefully placed the dried flower in an empty page, grabbing a pen and writing something very neatly underneath it.

“Wait, you collect flowers? What’s Migonette? Never seen that before.”

“It means, ‘Your qualities surpass your charms’. And yes, I collect flowers. Evie has been helping me fill my book.”

You grinned when he flipped through the pages enthusiastically, having never seen him quite so excited about anything before in the two years that you had known him.

“Awww how sweet. Learn something new about you every day.”

His eyes narrowed as he snapped the book shut and put it back in the cabinet, then grabbed a pile of papers and slid them in front of you.

“I see that Jacob’s brazen disposition is beginning to rub off on you (name). Now lets focus on the matter at hand shall we? There is much to do.”

Pulling up your hood when it started drizzling slightly, you followed Henry down towards the docks, smirking to yourself when you spotted a rather well to do gentleman amongst a small crowd. Veering off to the right, you snuck up behind him and quickly slipped your hand into his right coat pocket. Slyly catching your fingers around the string of his coin bag, you tugged it out and pulled it up your sleeve unnoticed, before jogging back to Henry who faced you with a disappointed look.

“What? A girls gotta eat. So what are we doing around here?”

Now that you were out of sight of the crowd, you dropped the bag from out from your sleeve, frowning as you pocketed the shilling and a few pennies that you had managed to take, before discarding the bag on the floor behind you.

“Merely eves dropping and gathering information. Anything that could help us ruin Templar plans, and the docks are full of people with loose lips.”

“That it? Sounds boring.”

You grimaced when Henry threw you yet another disgruntled look, your attention flickering to a woman who was screaming at a nearby vendor. Raising your eyebrows and gesturing for him to follow you, you paused for a moment when he didn’t move.

“Being an assassin is not all fun and games (name), it requires thought, and planning. You cannot just run off creating havoc. You’ve seen the trouble Jacob gets himself into, leaving others to clean up his mess.”

Sighing and linking your arm through his, you pulled him in the direction of the woman who was now shrieking and flapping about, admitting to yourself that he was probably right.

“I know, I know, it’s just that it is somewhat more exciting that what I’ve been doing for the past few months, so you can’t really blame me for being slightly enthusiastic can you? Now, shall we see what this womans fussing about?”

You poked him in the chest gently when he gave in and flashed you a soft smile, allowing you to drag him over to the vendor so you could hear what was going on properly. Your brow furrowed as you listened to her rant and rage at the man who was selling bottles of what you assumed was tonic, accusing him of making her husband even more sick.

“Look at him! Just look at him! Your syrup is turning him simple headed!”

Nudging Henry in the arm, you pointed towards the sign that the vendor had up on the front of his stall, noticing that it had the name ‘Starrick’ brandished all over it.

“See (name), sometimes just wandering about can prove useful. We should find Jacob or Evie, and let them investigate this matter.”

“Did someone say my name?”

You shrieked when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind you, grinning when Jacob leaned over your shoulder and kissed your cheek.

“Speak of the devil…”

Feeling your face get hot when Henry stared at you, who was trying to stop the corner of his lips twitching in a smile, you flashed him a wide grin and reached behind your back to run your fingers over Jacobs stomach, making him wriggle and drop his arms from around you. Turning around and brushing your lips against his briefly, you grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face the quarrel that was still going on.

“Perfect timing. We’ve got something here that needs your attention.”

Turning back to Henry to see him sigh and shake his head at the exact same time as you when Jacob grinned wickedly and rubbed his hands together, you stepped back to stay out of the way when he walked over to the now exasperated salesman.

“So…. How long has this been going on for?”

Looking up at Henry out of the corner of your eye to see he was smirking at you, you kept your attention on the vendor to try and distract you from the flutterings that had started in your stomach.

“A bit nosey aren’t you?”

Your eyebrows raised when Jacob smacked a blade out of the mans hand, making him turn on his heel and run away.

“Why do they always run? Come on (name) time for your next adventure.”

Breaking out into a sprint alongside Jacob and following him down to the banks, leaving Henry stood there chuckling and shaking his head, you grimaced when the vendor jumped down the decks and tried to escape by going through the sewers.

“I’ll follow him down, you stay up top and try and cut him off.”

Nodding and weaving around the crates to head in the direction where the tunnels ended, you clambered quickly up the nearby wall and sped across the busy streets, making several people call out as you pushed by them. Reaching the end of the sewers just behind the two men, you snatched up an apple from a nearby cart and hurled it through the air, hitting the man straight in the head and making him stumble to the ground.

Resting your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath, you grinned when Jacob dragged the man up from the ground, holding tightly to his shirt collar as he asked him about the medicine.

“Now, tell me where that syrup originates.”

“Im just trying to make a livin! All i know is they make a run every day, between the gasometers and the asylum.”

Jacob pushed the man away and watched him run off for a moment before turning back to you, cupping your chin in his hand and caressing your lips with his thumb.

“Nice throw, Ready for more?”

Grinning and nodding as he dropped his hand and started running again, you trailed closely behind, just managing to keep up as he headed towards the train tracks. Crossing over the rails and climbing down to hide behind a wall, your eyebrows raised in confusion when Jacob stared out into the distance, deep in concentration.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah, that’s a secret. Next bits for you, see that bloke over there getting on the back of that carriage? He’s got some plans that we need, would you grab them for me? Without letting him know of course.”

Staring out to where he was pointing, you stood there dumbfounded for a moment as you could barely see him in the distance, let alone hear him, wondering how on earth he could know that.

“Erm yeah, sure. How….”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the street before you could finish your question, dragging a man off a nearby carriage and jumping in the drivers seat, extending his hand to pull you up alongside him. Grabbing hold of the side and bracing yourself as he cracked the reins, you tried to stifle a giggle as he began talking to the mare that was pulling the cart.

“Who’s a good horse. You are.”

He grinned and shrugged his shoulders as he noticed you staring at him, before whipping the reins again so you could catch up to the man who had now stopped at a nearby factory. The carriage had barely stopped when he jumped out, catching you as you lept out straight after, making your way down the side of the factory where several workers were striking.

“There he is, go and do your thing.”

Yelping when he slapped your ass and pushed you forwards towards the crowd, you threw him a cheeky wink before pushing your way into the mob of outraged workers, waiting for the ridiculously large man to make his way over to where you were stood.

You started to become irritated when he never came anywhere close to where you were, so you crept closer, keeping yourself from view as you realised that you stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the labourers.

Finally spotting your chance when everyone started to get more riled up and began shoving each other to get to their boss, you pushed one of the more heavier built men straight into the foreman, allowing you to sneak your hand into his waistcoat from behind him and pull out a sheet of paper without him knowing anything had happened.

Just after you had managed to stuff it in your coat, you froze when you felt a meaty hand grip your arm tightly. Looking up to see the giant man leering down at you, your chest began to pound when you thought you had been caught.

“Ello darlin’ whats a lovely thing like you doin’ around 'ere?”

Looking behind you quickly to see Jacob about to jump out of his hiding spot, you wafted your hand behind your back, hoping that he would take the hint that you were okay. Trying not to grimace when the man licked his lips as his eyes drifted over you, you managed to twist your arm so that he loosened his grip enough so that you could pull yourself free. Wracking your brain to remember a name out of the pictures that Henry had shown you this morning, the corner of your mouth twitched as one came to mind that would help you out of this predicament.

“Sorry love, your not my type. Mister Lynch is however, have you seen him about?”

His face twisted in panic as he took a step back and raised his hands up, fearful of going near you again.

“Victor? No darlin’. Might wanna try the Strand.”

Imitating the tipping of a hat and turning on your heel quickly, you briskly walked back over to where Jacob was hidden behind the wall, pulling out the paper and handing it to him.

“There you go, nothing to it.”

Watching him study the document for a moment then fold it up and tuck it into his coat, you became very aware of your legs that were starting to ache through all this running about, when you followed Jacob in the direction he had suddenly darted off to.

“Now where?”

“The man we want is in charge of a fighting club at the foundry.”

Grateful that he had slowed his pace slightly when he had noticed you getting slightly tired, your brow furrowed when you could only recall one person who you knew did fighting events.

“Wait, it’s not Robert is it??”

“Nope, some other bloke. Though I’m sure Robert will be happy when I take out his competition.”

Skidding to a halt when you finally reached the foundry, you perched yourself on the edge of a nearby stack of pallets as you rubbed the stitch in your side, sticking your tongue out when Jacob chuckled at you.

“You wait here, I’ll find the distribution boss. Keep an eye out for blighters for me?”

Grinning as he brushed your jaw with his knuckles before bounding off into the factory, you glanced about for any signs of red shirts as you massaged your aching calf. Slipping off the pallets and crouching down behind them when you spotted two big brutes heading towards the main gate, you looked around furiously for a way to distract them.

Not finding anything nearby, you decided that the only way to get them to stop guarding the door was to get them to chase you. Taking a deep breath, you made your way around to the side of the factory and crept up behind the blighter on the left, who was deep in conversation with the other, and not so subtlety slipped your hand in his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. Jumping back and smirking when he turned around to face you, you waggled them in front of him and turned about quickly, running towards the street.

“Oi! Get back here ya little shit!”

Glancing back to see both the men chasing you just as Jacob emerged from the factory, pushing a man in a long black coat to the ground, you threw him a wave and jumped onto the back of a nearby carriage that was speeding by. Throwing the keys into the street when you had got far enough away from your persuers, who had stopped coming after you not long after you had gotten on the cart, you glanced around and breathed a sigh of relief when you noticed that you were travelling roughly in the direction if your shop.

Jumping off when you were only a few streets away from your destination, you lazily walked the rest of the way, panicking when you saw three well dressed people stood right outside your shop. You recognised one of them as the bank managers assistant, but the obviously very rich couple, you had no idea who they were. Keeping your distance until the couple finally left, you hesitantly walked over to the banker, who was now busy putting back on the padlock and chains around the door.

“Mister Allen? Who we’re those people?” you asked quietly, not even sure that he had heard you until he turned to you after clicking the padlock firmly shut.

“(Name)? I’m sorry to tell you dear, but they are very interested in buying your store.”

You lowered your head in dismay as you fought to hold back your tears, mentally kicking yourself for getting so distracted from trying to get enough money to prevent this from happening. Apart from making Evie’s sword, in which she had paid you generously for, you had done nothing else to aid your plight. Looking back up at him with pleading eyes, you hoped to appeal to his softer side, which you found out he had last time you went to the bank, him being the only person even slightly sympathetic to your situation.

“Please, just give me more time. I can get the money, isn’t there anything you can do to put them off?”

“Not really, they’ve been after this place for a while, they want to make it into a bakery. The only thing that was stopping them was the abundance of criminal activity around here, but that seems to have almost stopped for some reason.”

Cursing under your breath when you realised that it was your own fault that the blighters were staying away, the corner of your mouth twitched when you came up with an idea to scare off the potential buyers.

“I see. Thank you for talking to me Mister Allen, hopefully I will see you again soon.”

Standing rooted to the spot as he tipped his hat and left, you ran around to the back door as soon as he was out of sight, banging on it with your fists when you found out it was also locked tight. Making your way back round to the front, you glanced up at the clock to see it was just after four and began running as fast as you could to the pub.

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The Apple Pie Life (pt.8)

(Dean, Reader, Sam, Bobby, Crowley, Brady) WARNING: language. … "Swine flu? Why would Pestilence just put down a bad case of Swine Flu?" You asked. "Who cares. All that matters is that this is the fourth town he's hit. Just keep heading east. Bobby said over the phone. "Were in West Nevada, the only thing there is is east." Dean said. "We'll get drivin." Bobby ended the call. "Say I've got an idea." You looked over and saw Crowley sitting next to you. Dean swerved and slammed on the breaks. Sam pulled out his demon blade and stabbed the back seat, barely missing your armpit. "Think you should your eyes checked Sam." Your eyes wide as you looked at how close he was to hitting you. "Oh sorry Y/N." Crowley knocked on the window and the boys hopped out of the car. "Stay in the car." Dean told you. You rolled your eyes and got out anyways. "We need to talk." Crowley said backing up. "You wanna talk after what you did to us." Sam barked. "You knew it wasn't gonna work against the Devil!" "I never." Crowley started. "You set us up. We lost good people." "Everything is still the same were all in this together." "Sure we are." Sam raises the demon blade and slashed it towards Crowley. "Sam stop." You said standing in front of him. "Just hear him out. "Give me a reason why we shouldn't kill you." Dean pointed towards Crowley. "I can tell you were Pestilence is." "You guys aren't believing this are you?" Sam questioned looking at you and Dean. Sam huffed and tightened his grip on the blade. "Sam, please." You put your hand on the grip of the blade, as he slowly let go of it. "Thank you." You smiled. "So how do we do this?" You asked. Crowley raised his eyebrows and looked at all three of you. "Lets go." ___ You stayed behind Dean entering an old house. There were sigils everywhere. "MTV welcome to my crib." You giggled. Dean laughed and turned and looked at you. "That was a good one" he whispered in your ear, grabbing your hips. "Here we are." Crowley stated. "How do you know about the rings?" Dean asked letting go of you and looking at Crowley. "Well, I've been keeping s close eye." "We got hex bags, were hidden from demons." Sam spat back. "Except for one." Crowley pointed to himself. "When you broke into my house, my valet hid a tracker in your car. It allows me to hear things. And boy do I hear a lot." Crowley smirked looking at you and Dean. "Son of a-" Dean stepped towards Crowley but you stopped him, putting your hand on his chest. "Dean." You shook your head looking up at him. Dean clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. "What does this have to do with Pestilence?" You questioned. "Well I know a guy that knows where he is." "Great lets go." You smiled. ___ "Why are we listening to him?" Sam asked as he loaded his gun. You looked up and saw Crowley was behind him. "Well let's get this show on the road. You two ready?" "Two. Really? I'm coming one way or another." You sassed. "Of course you are rabbit, I'm talking about moose over here." Crowley said pointing at Sam. Wait... did he call you rabbit? His nicknames were stupid but, rabbit? "Like hell im not." Sam crossed his arms. "Sam... how do I put this... I don't like you. I don't trust you. Therefore your staying here." Crowley smiled. "He's coming we're not going." Dean said. Crowley shrugged his shoulders and headed for the door. "Wait." Dean nervously said. Sam gave Dean a death look. You backed away thinking they were gonna argue. "Lets go." Dean took your hand and headed out the door. You looked at Sam, complete shock on his face with a mix of anger. ____ You sat in the back of the impala and looked through the windows. A few demons in the building, nothing you couldn't handle. "Those aren't demons." Crowley pointed towards the building. "The Demond's are upstairs." "Alright well lets go around back-" Dean started. "Dean." You said. "He's gone." Dean looked over and then at you, eyebrows furrowed. Then looked back at the building. Crowley slit the neck of the man at the desk then headed towards the other guy. "Oh shit." Dean said opening his door. You followed him, making sure you had a full round. "Why are you so nice to Crowley?" Dean asked out of the blue. "I really don't think he's that bad. Before I let him go I told him about how I became a hunter... he cried. He obviously means no harm if he's helping us." "Don't be surprised if something goes wrong then." Dean said as he opened the doors. "Alright, the man you would like to see is upstairs." Crowley stated as you guys walked towards the elevator. Dean walked in and the doors closed immediately. "Crowley!" Dean yelled. "Good luck." He laughed back. "Crowley what the hell." He turned and looked at him. "All part of the plan. Go sit and wait over there." He pointed towards seats near the desk. You huffed and walked over, sitting down and picking up the magazine. ____ The elevator doors opened and there you saw Dean, bruised and bleeding. "Dean" you said as you rushed forward. Out of nowhere a man came behind him, and kicked him out of the elevator. "Y/N I presume." He raised his hand but before he could strike down, Crowley put s bag on his head, followed by a hard beating on his head. "Are you ok?" You cupped Deans cheeks and looked him in the eyes. He was defiantly going to be sore tomorrow. "I'm good sweetheart." He smiled. He stood up and walked over to Crowley. "What the hell was that? He didn't want the rings he wanted me." "Surprise surprise." Crowley smirked. "Let's get to it then." ____ "So now what?" You asked. "Well we'll just have to manage to get him to tell us, where Pestilence rabbit." Crowley smirked. "Oh so easy. And quit with the rabbit thing." You huffed. "Take a right up here." Crowley said. "And why is that?" Dean furrowed his brows. "We can't exactly take Brady here back to the cabin. Him and Sam have some... history." Dean put his arm over your chest and slammed in the breaks. Coming to a screeching halt Dean turned and looked at Crowley. "Start talking." He spat. Crowley went on explaining how Brady went to college with Sam. But this whole time he was a demon, just watching him. ____ Moments later you were finally back at the cabin, Sam wasn't happy about the Brady situation. Crowley didn't mention that Brady introduced him to Jess... which has to be hard on him. "Take an easy Sam." Dean shoved Sam out of the room, you right behind Dean. "He was my friend Dean! Was my friend. This whole time I had one of Azazels bitches on my shoulder!" Sam yelled back. "Sam I get it! But he's the only one that know where Pestilence is, we need him alive!" Dean rubbed his hands down his face and huffed. "Just go cool off man." Sam walked upstairs leaving just you and Dean downstairs. With the exception of Brady. "That's gotta be hard on him." You told Dean as you sat in his lap. "What?" He asked. "Seeing someone he thought was his friend... he was the one that killed the love of his life..." you drifted off. Dean rubbed his hand up and down your thigh, nodding his head. "That's not much we can do now. We need him alive, Sam can kill him later." He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss. Dean broke away, "we can do more of this later but I gotta hit the can." He exclaimed lightly tapping your butt. "Way to ruin the moment." You laughed. You walked up the stairs and checked on Sam. Passed out. 'At least he's calmed down' you thought. You walked into the other disgusting bathroom that was upstairs. Washing your hands you heard banging downstairs. You heard Brady yelling. "Do it Sam! Do it!" He yelled. You walked in and saw Sam holding the demon blade up to his throat. "Sam stop!" You yelled. Sam took an angry breath and looked at you. "He killed Jess Y/N! He was my friend!" "Sam I understand that what he did was wrong." You walked towards him slowly. " but if you kill him now, it'll take longer to find Pestilence." You placed your hand on his shoulder and put your other hand on the demon blade. Sam took a few rigged breaths and nodded. He backed away from Brady and dropped the blade. You smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. You felt a few warm tears hit your back, you knew Sam was crying. There was a big crash behinds you and you turned around. Dean came out of the bathroom with a worried look on his face. You turned and looked at Sam with a smirk on your face. "Did you lock him in the bathroom?" "Yeah." You both laughed. "Did you kill him?" Dean asked. "No he didn't." You assured him, putting a hand around his waist. "Beautiful family reunion." Crowley said when he appeared out of nowhere. "Where were you?" Dean growled. "Just starting a bit of drama. Oh and Brady, if you get out of here alive... there are quite the amount of demons that want you dead." "You gotta be-" Brady was interrupted by a howl. "Hell Hounds." You said looking around. Crowley dug in his pocket and pulled a coin out. He rolled his eyes "they must've tracked me here. Anyhow." He tossed the coin in the air and just like that he was gone. "Son of a bitch." Dean grumbled. "I'll get the salt." Seconds later Dean was back in the room, without salt, and aiming at the Hell Hound. You looked over Deans shoulder and saw Crowley patting mid air. "Sick 'em!" Crowley yelled. And just like that his hell hound attacked the other. You scrapped the demon trap and lead Brady out to the impala. Everyone climbed in, you in back with Crowley and Brady. "Can I get one?" You asked. As Dean got on the main road. "Get one what?" He asked. "A Hell Hound. But as a puppy." "Your crazy." He laughed. "Crowley could you give me one?" "Sorry rabbit wouldn't want it eating you." ___ Sam finally killed Brady. You could see the huge wait lifted off of him. You guys managed to get Pestilence ring, along with Deaths. Man was he ugly. Death put up no fight what's so ever. He just handed it over under one condition. Sam doesn't fuck this up. ... @moose-and-sqruille-lover

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