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leggerefiore · 2 years ago

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D.N.A

cw: alien bros, magical girl reader, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), fighting physically with Aliens, alien biology being creepy, implied fem reader, probably unhealthy relationship

pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader

When the meteorite crashed near your camping site, you should have been hesitant and afraid. It was a burning hot piece of something from space with who knows what on it. Still, you crept out of your tent in the dewy, chilled morning to approach the crash. Smoke whisped from where the pale, pours stone had buried itself. The grass around was singed, with a smell of fire heavy around. Stupidity, you dared to reach a hand down to the rock. It wasn't as hot as you anticipated, but a sharp edge dug into your finger and cut it open. Hissing, you retracted your finger. Crimson oozed from the wound and caused you to sigh. You needed to get back to civilization for bandages and ointment.

Packing up your tent, you left the meteorite behind.

Perhaps, had you listened to the news about how it was taken away by certain entities of higher powers, you would have felt concern.

Instead, you found yourself in and out of consciousness for a few days with a fever and head cold. It was painful, but a doctor sighed and said it did not seem to be a bacterial infection. All you could do was take certain over the counter medications and hope it passed quickly.

It did not.

Well, the terrible, bedridden half did, but remaining symptoms of discomfort never left you be. Headaches became common, alongside cramps in your stomach that just seemed out of place, but nothing overly scary or of note. Co-workers at your retail job often expressed concern and worry, but managers expected you to just pull through it all. You had to because your pay was of utmost importance in keeping yourself alive. Eventually, you grew to just ignore the symptoms. Your body moved past the infection after what must have been two months of it. Around three months in, a forgotten sunburn peeled off you, and it seemed to be completely over.

It was then rumours about a new disease began to whispered around. Apparently, it was breaking out around the world and had countless people terrified. You wondered about it, but felt concerned about whether it was whatever affliction had overcome you. It seemed unlikely, yet the worry remained in your mind. Another change in your life came from the strange subway managers you seemed to always encounter.

They were odd men, tall and lanky, while having just apparently appeared one day ready for the position. Identical twins, they often chatted with you about many things. The older of the two, Ingo, refused to go a single trip without greeting you. The younger, Emmet, regularly helped guide you through the station. You found them a bit strange, but supposed you did not necessarily mind their company. They left you alone when you left the station, so everything was alright.

Until you found yourself in a situation. A day out with friends in an amusement park led to horror and torment as these two aliens appeared to attack the people. In that moment, as you heard the screams and cries of the others around you, something awoken within you. Your form shifted into something else, power growing, and those around you suffering from injuries or some indication of a disease were healed instantly. This quickly caught the attention of the aliens. Both immediately tried to apprehend you, but you were quick to dodge and attack them. They were stunned at your capabilities. By the time authorities arrived, they had already disappeared.

Your transformation faded, and you found yourself in a new position. A lowly retail employee within the big city of Nimbasa now charged with the task of defending your planet from those invaders. It was soon after that you encountered them more often. Wherever they appeared, you stalked after to halt the damage they were doing, alongside attempting to completely stop them. A few times you had ended up face to face with one of them. The one in white often cooed in your face about what good attempts you give, but it was simply impossible to stop their invasion. Conversely, the one is black demanded that you stop this fruitless rebellion and accept everything for what it would be.

Fights always ended in a tie, with all of you scuttling from the scenes to who knows where. You pondered just where the aliens went, but the obvious assumption was back to space and away from earth. However, the chance that the hid in plain sight with the humans haunted you. Disguising themselves and pretending to be a normal person, yet wanting to end earth at any given chance. You shuddered at the thought.

A battle in the rural parts of Unova left you with your arms bound by the one in white's tentacles. He observed you with silver irises laid on an inky sclera. Your abilities were seemingly resisted as he got closer. “Our verrrry cute opponent is so weak,” he cooed, “I wonder if you could aid us in our invasion? One of you already did, heehee.” His giggle made you uncomfortable. Someone already had? Who? You hated them immensely. Just as he got too close to you, a hit to the crystalline piece in the centre of his body left him unconscious. In primal rage, the other alien came to attack you without any hesitation. His usual frown, accompanied by bunched brows and a growl. The tentacles hurt as they grasped and hit you. One latched around your wrist and constricted tightly.

You quickly used your powers to repel him before running off. Dark bruises bloomed on the places where the tentacles hurt you. In tears, you finally realised just how serious they are. Even if you defeated one, the other would soon be on you with an anger that would certainly be the end of you. You cried as you held your jacket to obscure your injuries and got on the train back home. It was there you saw Ingo sitting on the train with his brother asleep next to him. You gazed at him carefully. The gentle sway of movement left you curious. “Hey… Ingo,” you called out. His attention snapped to you.

“Hello there,” he responded, “You're quite far from home, aren't you?” You laughed and shook your head. “Decided to do a hike,” was a simple reply and lie, “Hate it, though. I walk enough getting around in Nimbasa. I missed my train the other morning and had to walk to work, I hated it. What about you?” Ingo sighed and pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes. “Emmet wanted to meet his friend Elesa while she was out with her own friend,” a sigh came from him, “I must admit it was quite an unenjoyable experience. Someone came up and knocked him out. I tried to apprehend them, but they ran away.” You froze. That sounded too close to… No, that was impossible.

Ingo could not be… one of them.

“… Is that so?” you swallowed, “Will he be alright? I heard those aliens and hero were fighting nearby, too. I'm so mad I missed it!” Another lie. You were both lying. Ingo could not be, you truly wanted to believe. He was always so polite and kind to you, but he did just appear one day. Was his interest in you the fact he knew? Were you currently in danger? “He will be just fine,” Ingo's eyes felt like they saw through your entire soul, “I heard, too. It is quite unfortunate. The idea of an invasion is terrifying, but if it's inevitable, perhaps it is best to just let it happen.” Your shoulders felt stiff.

A lie.

You needed another lie.

Maybe a new plan of attack.

A much more personal plan.

“Ingo… Are you free this coming Tuesday?” you asked, “I have the day off and have been meaning to spend more time with you outside of our small interactions.”

He smiled softly.

You would fix this.

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A relationship was a pleasant thing for most people. Happy times spent with a loved one that would always overcome many hardships. You would admit that you hated how much you loved them. Emmet yawned as he stepped out into the kitchen from the bedroom. His hair was ruffled, and his simple preference for just wearing underwear left the crystalline gem in the centre of his chest heavy in your mind. They truly were the aliens that were attempting to take over your planet, but they had a strange fondness for you that almost seemed out of character for them.

Ingo had eagerly agreed to meet you, and your relationships with the twins quickly bloomed into a close friendship and settled as their shared lover. They were persistent on getting you to move in with them and keeping you close to them, which you presume was due to the fact that you were so graciously gifted with the knowledge that they were aliens. Emmet pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. It was getting closer to the evening, and he had work in a few hours. He was set to leave around the time Ingo would be getting off, actually. He had taken on night-shifts as of late. You chose not to ponder it too much. They had no time to engage in their invasion plans like this, anyway.

You hated that you could not detest them as much as when you did not know them. Ingo went from this cruel, stoic monster to a loving, kind man. Emmet moved from a sadistic, playful creature into a sweet, goofy guy. A plate of food was placed before him as you sat across to join him. You loved them. That was an issue. Their confession of being aliens came shortly into your relationship. Emmet had cupped your face and cooed that you were in love with the 'evil aliens' that wanted your planet. Tentacles spread from his back, while his sclera darkened. His gem gleamed brightly. Your safety was assured. As their mate, you had nothing to worry about. As their nemesis, however…

“Everyone is wondering when the aliens will appear again,” you started a conversation, “Should I call a news outlet and tell them you are busy with work at the Gear Station?” Emmet chuckled at your words before beginning to eat the food you had prepared. His pickiness was hard to overcome. Especially when compared to Ingo, who would seemingly eat anything. “We're going to soon, actually,” he cooed, “I hate working like this. I want to be with you, and I want some time with Ingo, too! We need to talk.” You knew the contents of their conversation would likely revolve around their next attack. For now, you would monitor the situation as innocuously as you could.

Ingo laid beside you in bed while you listened to the strange pulsing and humming of his gem. What were they? Their bodies were naturally inhuman, but they still had features that left you confused. This gem could render them unconscious if hit too hard. The feeling of knowing you likely nearly killed Emmet pained you greatly. You wished that you could live peacefully with them rather than have to banish them from your planet. His hands gently combed through your hair as you remained close to him. Tentacles pressed your body to his in an embrace. Fighting against them while also playing along as their lover was a dark thing, you knew. It hurt.

You just wanted to be with them.

Maybe in some turn of events, they will stop their invasion because you showed them that humans had reasons to live and try to come to some sort of agreement with your species.

Of course not.

Idyllic thoughts could only remain in dreams.

In your transformed state, you stared down him. Neither Ingo, nor Emmet, but rather a fusion of the two. A stroke of luck on your part had you push one of them into a corner, while the other was distracted. It would have been an easy thing to attack the expose gem and leave him gone from this world, but your mind would not let you. Ingo stared at you with eyes you had learnt meant he was afraid. He was terrified, fully aware that his death could shortly follow. You made a purposeful mistake. Never would you harm him or Emmet again. The twins silently had a conversation with one another while eyeing you down. Their bodies shifted into something indescribable, before merging into one entity. An entity whose tentacle wrung around your neck. You scratched at it desperately, trying to free yourself from the attack. Tears poured from your eyes.

He was much more powerful than either twin alone.

Ever since he had appeared, your transformation felt weaker and harder to maintain. It was slipping away from you alongside your consciousness.

Revealing yourself to them was extremely dangerous, but you feared for your life. They were ignorant that you were their lover, thinking that you were still the human who thought they could stop their plans.

You let it go.

The fusion cried out and immediately released you. Your body was cocooned in numerous tentacles as he held you close to him. Healing energies came into your body and reverse any damage that you had sustained, leaving you alive and healthy once more. “My love,” he sobbed, “Oh, my love… I am a fool. Darling, I am so verrry, sorry. I've hurt you! I hurt you -” His breaths became rapid. Your exhausted mind could not hold on any longer. You passed out in his arms.

Waking up, warm blankets covered you. The scent of food wafted through the apartment pleasantly. Had it all just been a nightmare? Getting up, you left the dimmed bedroom into the living area of the home. He stood in the kitchen, humming while watching eggs sizzle in the pan. His tentacle spread from his back to pull out a chair for you without ever even bothering to look over. Was it Emmet or Ingo? You were unsure. The eggs were plated alongside some other breakfast food while he sat across from you. His alien form was out, clearly unconcerned with the idea that anyone would enter. He leaned across the table to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Do you feel alright? I healed you to the best of my ability,” he spoke with a tone and pitch you knew was not either of your lovers apart, “I am Emin, dear. I know that question is on your mind. You must also feel strangely weak, too. When I separate, you will feel better again.” You tilted your head at him. It was not a dream then. Emin was the name of them both as one person, it seemed. He appeared as both of them, yet neither of them. You nodded and carefully tried to eat some food. “The Emmet part of me wanted to tie you up as punishment for lying to them, but the Ingo part wanted to speak with you,” Emin gently explained, “I forgive you, darling. You simply wanted to protect your people, and that's fine. But, you're not perfectly human any more.”

You gazed at him strangely. What did he mean? “You incubated my cells in your body when you touched the meteor,” he continued, “I made changes to you as thanks! A longer lifespan and reproductive period, better memory and immune system. I spent months just inside your body, learning about the human existence. When we entered through your bloodstream, you truly saved us.” A tightness choked your stomach. What? They what? When did you -

The meteorite.

You touched the meteorite and cut your finger.

“… You incubated inside me?” you asked unsteadily, unsure of how to handle such peculiar knowledge.

“We act like a virus,” Emin nodded, “We took your cells and made them our own. Nothing important, I assure you! You are our saviour; we adore you. When we took off from our dying home planet with the hopes that we would land on a planet that would be able to sustain us, we failed to account for our bodies stability. Slowly, one by one, our cells died. We were down to only a few when you touched the meteor."

You saved them.

You were the reason they lived and grew into such the threat they did.

“Don't look so displeased, my dear,” he came to embrace you, “We planned to take you as our mate from the beginning and built these forms to compliment your tastes. To think you were granted such powers from our manipulation is amazing. You'll be a wonderful queen.”

You -

A sigh came from you as you embrace him back. Tentacles covered your body. Tender kisses were pressed into your hair. You gave into the affection. There was no reason to blame yourself. How were you to have known? It was simply impossible. Their power was still beyond your capabilities, especially with this new form. Your plan to woo them and convince them not to would likely never work, any way.

You pecked a loving kiss to his lips.

“I want to speak with Ingo and Emmet as normal, if that's okay,” you asked. He nodded and split apart into two. Both twins stared at you with curious eyes. Burying your face into Emmet's chest, you smiled.

Maybe, you could play their game.

Their own children opposing them and using your combined powers to stop them.

Yes, that seemed fine.

You could through yourself into a happy relationship and watch as they slowly wore down their fathers.

Emmet grinned as you ground your hips against him.

Hook, line and sinker.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo x reader x emmet #ingo/reader/emmet #alien au

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kiyosamu · 3 years ago

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remember.

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pairing: rintaro suna x female reader.

genre: yandere, dark, light romance. // one shot, 4k words.

synopsis: abusive relationships can seem impossible to leave. when you open up to a classmate, your life takes a dramatic turn in the best and worst ways imaginable.

content warnings: assault, domestic abuse (not from suna), descriptions of violence, yandere themes.

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“hey, kid.” suna’s voice caught your attention as you passed by him in the university corridor. he was quiet, only speaking loud enough for you to hear right as you were walking by.

“hey, rintaro.” you stopped for a moment, refusing to look up at the tall man towering over you.

“i haven’t seen you in a while. everything okay?” he leaned against the wall and clutched a textbook to his chest. “you haven’t even been to class. kinda been missing my project partner.”

“you got my work though, right?” you asked him, partially covering your face with your hair. “i emailed it to you.”

“i did.”

“okay… good.” you cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling and offering a suspiciously sudden goodbye.

“hey, wait-" suna grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving. the small amount of pressure more than enough on your deep bruise to make you wince.

suna noticed your pained expression and immediately let go, stepping back.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. i just wanted to ask you if-“

“it’s okay!” you interrupted, knowing you’d already spoken to him for too long. you needed to get out of there before anyone noticed. “you didn’t hurt me. sorry, i have to go. bye!”

your behaviour was erratic. your speech was rushed; forced and strained with every word as you tried your best to appear normal.

unfortunately it was much harder to pretend everything was okay than you’d originally thought it’d be.

you quickly turned and headed down the hallway to drop off the assignments to your other professor. the last one you’d have to see for the day before heading home. you were almost there. so close you might not even run into him.

you’d hoped, anyway.

----♡----

after seeing your professor, you walked out into the fresh evening air. the cold stinging your cheeks and the wind pushing your hair out of your face.

your cheeks burned from the freezing air, but it was your black eye was that hurt the most.

“i’m sorry, i just lost my temper.” his words echoed in your head, “you shouldn’t have pissed me off.”

you nodded, essentially agreeing with him. it’s true, if he didn’t get mad, he wouldn’t have hit you. and why was he mad? because of something you did. so really, it was your own fault.

you were the one apologizing to him that night. doing anything you could to make it up to him. all of this with a deep purple bruise forming on your face.

when he finally left your dorm and went back to his, you were mentally exhausted. you fell asleep and woke up right before your second class of the day.

he had started forcing you to miss classes, to do everything at home and only go in to submit your work. this was for two reasons.

the first, you could spend more time with him due to your schedules. if yours was freed then you’d have more time together.

the second was to stop you from talking to other men. completely.

...and then he found out suna was your lab partner.

“i don’t want you working with him.”

“i have to. the professor is the one who chooses.”

“then work from home and submit the stuff online. that guy is a manipulator. he’s dangerous and will take advantage of you. i just know it.”

you’d never gotten that type of vibe from suna, but you obeyed your boyfriend because you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t.

secretly, though, you missed class. you missed working with him. laughing, getting to know each other. he’d become a good friend over the past year and since you had the same majors, you two shared quite a few classes.

he was calm. funny and quiet, but definitely not timid. his energy made him come off tough, but not scary. if anything, he made you feel… safe.

just for those few hours you had together.

and whenever class would end, you found yourself missing that feeling.

----♡----

“i have to go to class tomorrow.” you said, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend who’d invited himself over to your dorm.

just like he does every. single. night.

“why? you gonna go talk to that suna guy?” he approached you, giving you a terrifying smile that you know wasn’t coming from a place of happiness.

“yuji… please.” your words were barely a whisper when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat. “my professor told me i need to start going. my grades are falling behind.”

his fingers tapped rhythmically against your skin. dancing skillfully as he toyed with the idea of choking you. you held your breath, expecting the worst.

“you should try harder.” he growled, digging his fingertips into your neck and you clenched your eyes closed. “get your grades back up so you don’t have to spend any more time with that guy.”

“okay, okay!” you grabbed onto his wrist and his eyes widened. “i will! i’ll get my grades up so i don’t need to see him anymore.”

“good girl.” he smiled, the evil expression he’d previously worn had melted away into a false image of a kind man. “always listening so well for me.”

yuji leaned in and kissed you. you kissed back, barely, but just enough for him to be satisfied and leave you alone.

“time for me to go.” he sighed as he heard the dorm advisor do a final walk through to knock on the doors and let the students know it was time for guests to leave.

“see you tomorrow?” he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“sure…” you whispered. you trembled under his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to leave your sight.

“good. it’s a date.” he said happily and gave you another kiss, practically skipping down the hallway back to his own room.

you shut and locked your door, desperately wishing that was the last time you’d ever have to see him.

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“well, well, well.” suna cooed as you took your seat next to him. “as i live and breathe, i never thought i’d see the day. you finally made it to class.”

you nodded and pulled out your books.

“had to. my grades are slipping.” you sighed, looking around at the science classroom. “what are we doing today?”

“lab day.” suna said as he nudged an instruction sheet towards you. “should we put on our coats and get to it?”

“okay...”

you started to have an internal panic attack. your wrists were as bruised as the black eye you were hiding behind your hair.

suna stepped away to get your lab coats.

this would all be visible, and you didn’t want suna (or anyone) to see any of it.

you nervously approached your professor and she looked up at you with a disinterested stare.

“ma’am, i need to be excused from class today.”

“absolutely not.” she scoffed, “unless you want to fail my class, which i know you can’t afford to do, you’ll stay and do your lab.”

you opened your mouth to reply but she kept speaking.

“go put up your hair, roll up your sleeves and get your lab coat on. you should be thankful you have such a competent partner.” she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair, “actually, i think the two of you should spend some time together. he’s my top student and you definitely need some tutoring.”

“i don’t think that’s necessary-“

“mr. suna, come up here please.”

suna walked up with a confused look, unsure as to why he was being brought in to the conversation.

“something i can help with?” he asked.

“yes,” the professor smiled, “i’d like the two of you to do tutoring sessions a minimum of twice a week, an hour each time. could you do that?”

“oh, sure. i don’t mind.” he smiled, “was that all? we should get to our assignment.”

you felt backed in to a wall. of course you were okay with this, you enjoyed spending time with suna.

unfortunately, you were terrified of the repercussions.

even worse, there was nothing you could do about it.

when you got back to your table, you put your hair up and silently thought of a plan. keep your head down, don’t make eye contact. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

you rolled up your sleeves and put on your white coat. it was barely long enough to hit your wrists, but did a decent job of hiding the bruises.

the first half of the lab went well. suna explained things in a way that made it easy to comprehend and you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

until you completely forgot.

you began to pour the green liquid into the tube. suna was writing his lab report when he looked up and noticed your mistake.

“oh, hey,” he stood up, putting his hand over yours to tilt the container back up. “you need to pour it slower, like this.”

when it started to pour just as he’d wanted, he let go and you found yourself missing the brief comfort of his touch.

“good job! you did it.” suna smiled and you looked up at him with an excited expression. finally. finally you were getting something right.

when the two of you made eye contact, his smile immediately dropped into a look of concern.

“what happened to your eye?”

“oh,” you stepped back, covering it with your hand. “i fell.”

suna carefully held onto your wrist and you winced in pain. his intentions were to move your hand away from your eye, but he took immediate notice of your reaction and pushed your sleeve down.

the bruises in the shape of fingerprints stained your skin a deep purple.

“what about here?” he stepped closer. you tried to read his expression but he looked completely emotionless.

“from the same fall, i’m just clumsy.”

“and your neck?”

suna pushed back your lab coat to see the same fingerprint bruises scattered around your neck.

you were suddenly thankful you’d chosen the table in the far back end of the classroom. nobody was ever watching.

“yeah.” you said, practically a whisper. “i’m just really clumsy.”

suna leaned down and looked into your eyes.

“why don’t i believe you?”

“five more minutes!” the professor called, interrupting your intense conversation and the two of you snapped back into action.

you finished your lab report and quickly packed up your stuff before rushing out the classroom door.

suna followed closely behind.

“it’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

you stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at him. suna’s expression was no longer emotionless. he was angry.

“okay,” you sighed, grabbing his wrist to pull him to a secluded space outside. the two of you sat down under a large tree, away from everyone else.

“yuji gets upset with me and… hurts me… sometimes.” you choked out. “i haven’t told anyone because i’m scared of what he’ll do to me. i haven’t left him because i’m scared of him. i’m stuck.”

you hadn’t said these words out loud to anyone, ever, and the way they were flowing so freely had you crying before you were even aware of it.

“please don’t tell anyo-“

“i’ll take care of it.”

you looked up at him. suna looked completely calm, his voice smooth and gaze held on you.

“what do you mean?”

suna stood up and ran his hands through his hair.

“i mean i’ll take care of it.” he smiled, “see you tomorrow afternoon for tutoring?”

“wait, suna-“

“later!” he gave you a passive wave before walking back towards the university building.

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that evening you waited for yuji to come by your dorm, but he never did.

you waited for him to call you, but he didn’t.

you worried about what suna had meant. maybe he was going to talk to him, maybe even threaten him. you’d hoped he wouldn’t do that, but you really didn’t know what he was capable of.

surely the rumours about him couldn’t be true. an honour's chemistry major being involved in a more sinister, underground group that nobody even knew if it was real or made up?

he was too nice. there was no way.

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after class you headed back to your dorm to get ready for your evening. suna had asked you to meet him under the same tree from the day before. around 7pm.

you debated on calling yuji, but ultimately decided against it. maybe he’d come to his senses. maybe he was remorseful, and just wanted to move on. to leave you alone and pretend your relationship never happened.

that was what you wished for the most.

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you stepped out into the cold evening air. the wind blowing softly and brushing the hair out of your face.

you clutched your books to your chest and took a short cut through the back fields separating the dorms from the main university campus.

you checked your phone, you were early. suna would be there in about 15 minutes.

you reached down to grab your phone when it was immediately snatched from your hands.

“you did this, didn’t you?” a familiar voice snapped at you. you glanced up to see yuji, sporting a similar black eye and a bandaged cut on his cheek.

“i- no, of course not!”

he rolled his eyes at your reply, clearly not willing to listen to a word you were saying. yuji grabbed your wrists, forcing you to drop your books and pushed you against the back wall of the university.

“you did. tell me right now. everything you said. who you said it to. and why.” the look in his eyes was horrifying. scarier than any other look he’s given you before.

this made it seem like his previous bouts of anger were nothing but minor inconveniences.

“i didn’t-“

yuji pulled back, immediately hitting your chin with a hard punch that knocked your head back into the concrete wall.

“try again.”

your vision was hazy. mind blurring memories together and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

you felt a warm, wet sensation cascading down the back of your neck and were immediately soothed by the feeling. the warmth was comfortable, even though you didn’t know what it was from.

yuji’s hand wrapped around your throat and he pressed his forehead to yours. his fingers dug roughly into your windpipe, causing you to choke out the remaining air in your lungs. you felt yourself get sleepy, closing your eyes and letting darkness overtake you as your body went limp.

----♡----

“hey, wake up.”

snapping fingers in your face had you looking around curiously. you couldn’t focus on your surroundings. it was unclear who was with you, unclear what was happening around you, and unclear why you were there.

the sounds of multiple men. grunting, panting. speaking quietly between deep breaths and harsh exertion.

what were they doing?

“hey.” the fingers snapped in front of your face again.

“what…” was all you could manage to say. your body felt heavy. weak. you were just so tired. all you wanted to do was fall asleep. you submitted to the exhaustion, closing your eyes again.

“don’t go to sleep.” a soothing voice lifted the back of your neck, pressing something soft against your head. “stay awake and listen to me.”

“ya like beatin’ up girls, huh?”

whack

“wanna put a girl half your size in the hospital, for what? to feel like more of a man?”

whack

“a real man would never hit a woman.”

whack

“a real man would beat the shit out of losers who do hit women, right ‘tsum?”

“right. maybe we’ll even put him in the hospital.”

whack

“oh, he’s gonna be there once we’re done.”

you finally recognized the last voice. it was suna.

he spoke again, his voice raspy and dark but still audible from where you were.

“i hope to fucking god you didn’t hurt her so badly that she’s knocked out…” suna trailed off and let out a small chuckle. “because there’s nothing i want more than for her to hear you cry like a little bitch when this blade goes right…”

the sound of yuji’s sudden scream was immediately muffled by what you were sure was the hand of the other man.

“…through you.”

your eyes widened and you were starting to understand what was happening.

all you could feel around you was danger.

you started to hyperventilate. panic was taking over.

“focus on me. come on, we need to get out of here.”

“who…” your head started to hurt now. badly.

“my name is osamu.” he bent down and cradled you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest and picking you up bridal style. “hold on to me if you can.”

“i’m scared…” you whispered.

“i know.” he murmured, carrying you away from the scene and back through the field. “i’ll keep you safe. we need to go to the hospital.”

“what about…”

“the only thing you need to worry about is stayin’ awake right now, okay? it’ll all be okay.” osamu’s voice was soothing. his body was warm and his strong arms supported your body in a way that made you never want to leave his hold.

you gave him a weak nod. even if you wanted to get away, you couldn’t. so you decided to trust in this man and hope for the best.

----♡----

“hey, sweetheart.” the calm voice of a nurse slowly woke you up. “you’re finally awake.”

“where…” you choked out, your throat was dry and you could barely make out where you were. it was all so… confusing.

“you’re in the hospital.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to change the fluids on your iv pole. “you were assaulted. your injuries aren’t good but you’ll make a full recovery.”

the nurse leaned back down and held onto your hand. “you have a real knight in shining armour, you know. your boyfriend hasn’t left your side since you were admitted. he’s going to be so happy when he finds out you woke up.”

boyfriend?

your heart started to race at the thought of yuji coming in. you looked around, preparing for the worst when you heard footsteps enter the room.

“hey, sleepyhead.”

“speak of the devil.” the nurse smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “i’ll let you two have some privacy. please press the call button if you need anything, i’ll come back and check on you soon.”

the footsteps grew closer and you heard the squeak of a chair being pulled up next to your bed. you opened your eyes to see suna giving you a compassionate smile.

“rintaro?” you whispered, “what are you doing here?”

“making sure you’re okay.” he crossed his arms, “been here since you were admitted.”

you tried your hardest to remember even coming to the hospital, but you just couldn’t. everything was gone after your head hit that wall.

“what… happened?” you asked, your eyes pleading for him to be honest.

“someone attacked you and your boyfriend.” suna leaned in, “do you not remember anything?”

“i remember yuji being upset with me…” you blinked, your mind working as hard as it could to remember something of importance. “my head hit the wall and it’s kind of fuzzy after that.”

“i see.” suna nodded.

“wait, how did you know i was in here?”

“some people mentioned an attack on campus. i got worried when you were late for our study session, and when your phone rang and you didn’t answer i felt like something was up.” he shrugged, taking a moment to think of his next words. “i called the hospital and asked if you were here, and then came right over when they confirmed it.”

“oh. okay…” you went to scratch an itch on your scalp and were met with searing pain at the slightest bit of pressure. “ow!”

“careful.” he smiled, taking your hand away from your head. “it’s gonna be sore for a while.”

“yeah…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. “what happened to yuji?”

“why do you care?”

“huh?” you glanced at suna who’s expression had turned sour.

“why do you care about what happened to him? he could've killed you.”

“i just wanted to know if he…” your voice was shaky and you tried to compose yourself. “if there was a possibility of him coming after me again.”

“not a single chance.” suna leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and took your hand. “besides, even if there was, i won’t let anything happen to you.”

----♡----

you’d found out yuji had suffered from severe injuries almost taking his life. he was beaten, stabbed, and his spinal cord suffered so much damage he was permanently paralyzed from the waist down.

while you were relieved the abuse would be over, you constantly wondered who had assaulted him.

you remembered telling suna and him saying he’d take care of it, surely that wasn’t him, right? there was no way suna could do something like that.

----♡----

months went by while you recovered from your injuries. you’d been discharged from the hospital after 3 weeks, and suna had stuck by your side every day.

“i’m happy to say you’ve essentially made a full recovery.” the doctor smiled, shaking your hand. “i’m so proud of your progress. you’re truly a walking miracle.”

“what about my memory?” you asked, “when will i remember what happened?”

“oh, you might not ever remember. you hit your head hard and from what we gather, you were unconscious.” the doctor stood up, clutching his clip board before walking out. “it’s probably for the best that you don’t remember what happened. you should focus on moving on, now. take care.”

----♡----

“well, should we celebrate?” suna asked as you walked out of the hospital together. you stopped, causing him to turn and look down at you. “what’s up?”

“i just wanted to say thank you…” you said, feeling your face getting hot. “i don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

“you could’ve. you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met.” he leaned down, brushing the hair out of your face. the same hair that used to cover the deep bruises, now showing your true complexion. “and the most beautiful.”

you felt your heart flutter at his sudden compliment. suna’s hands found your waist and you instinctively draped your arms over his shoulders.

“you really mean that?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“of course i do.” he smiled, leaning in to give you the long awaited kiss the two of you had been dying for. his lips were soft and you melted into his arms. he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “beautiful in every possible way.”

you felt tears well up as you were being complimented. the sweetest, kindest, most handsome man touching you so delicately and speaking to you with nothing but respect.

you'd completely fallen in love with him, and it was everything you ever could’ve asked for.

----♡----

a few weeks after the two of you made it official, your honeymoon phase was in full force. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. you were experiencing your first true relationship that made you feel loved and you cherished at every moment.

one evening, you decided to go to suna’s dorm to surprise him.

knock knock

“rintaro?” you called out, opening the door to let yourself in. “are you home?”

“in here, baby.” he replied from the kitchen. he was sharing an apartment style dorm with two other men, but you hadn’t met them yet. they weren’t ever there when you were.

“we finally get to meet your girl, huh?” one of them cooed as you walked in. he had dyed blonde hair and smirked at you as you walked by. “damn, she’s a looker, huh ‘samu?”

samu… why did that sound familiar?

“don’t be such a pig.” the other boy replied. you realized they were twins when he stood up and walked over to you. he smiled, holding out his hand. “nice to meet ya, i’m osamu.”

osamu.

no.

“my name is osamu…”

it couldn’t be.

“…hold on to me if you can.”

no, no, no.

the memories of the night of the assault came flooding back to you.

it only took a moment to realize...

...it wasn’t a random assault at all.

#suna drabble #rintaro suna #suna angst #rintaro suna angst #haikyuu angst #yandere haikyuu #yandere suna #yandere #haikyuu #suna #osamu miya #atsumu miya #miya twins #inarizaki angst #atsumu angst #osamu angst

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sourwolphs · 4 years ago

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Like an Animal - Bucky x Reader (1/8)

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Summary: Reader is an enhanced Omega kidnapped by Hydra and trapped in a cell with Alpha Bucky Barnes. Tags: A/B/O, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Rated M, Kidnapping, Degrading Language (not from Bucky) A/N: This story takes place post-Endgame, but everyone is happy and living in the compound and nobody died :-) Because I said so. Also switches POV between Reader and Bucky, with Reader in first person and Bucky in third! Follows typical A/B/O dynamics, with some random headcanons thrown in and explained.

The first thing I felt was the searing pain in my wrists.

My eyes flickered open, slowly taking in my surroundings, my heartbeat picking up as each terrifying detail came into my line of sight. My back ached terribly, cold cement beneath my skin. I was slumped in the corner of some kind of cell. It was dimly lit—just light enough to reveal the shadows of the large space, and the light of a hallway stretching to my right through the bars of the cell. I looked down at my body to find it clad in the clothes I’d been wearing the night before. My shoes were missing, plain socks dirty on my feet.Worst of all— my wrists were bound in a thick metal band, glowing with a soft blue light that ached where it touched my skin.

My memories were blurry. The last thing I remembered was approaching the front door of my 3rd floor walkup late at night, seeing a shadow slip from the dark alley to my left, before everything went black.

The red-haired agent had warned me it was only a matter of time before those with bad intentions discovered me and the things I could do. If I could, I would have kicked myself for not listening to her when I’d been warned.

I lifted my hands to test my powers, summoning the energy I felt like an icy throb in my chest. But when I tried to channel it down through my hands, urging even a snowflake to appear, all I felt was a stinging pain. Whatever the device on my wrists was, it completely neutralized my abilities. If my heart had been beating fast before, now I was approaching unprecedented levels of panic. Deep breaths, deep breaths, I told myself. Panicking won’t get you out of here. But as I took my next inhale, my other senses kicked in.

The second thing I realized? I was not alone in this cell.

I could smell my own scent, layered with sickly sweet anxiety and the sharp, metallic scent of panic. But a foreign scent, distinctly Alpha drifted towards me from the shadows of the cell. I instinctually curled closer to the wall, my Omega hindbrain working overtime to protect me. Bare your throat. Make yourself small. You are defenseless. Not like I needed the reminder with the sharp pain still throbbing at my wrists.

I curled into a small ball, taking a quiet gulp of breath to assess the situation as I peered futilely through the shadows. I didn’t smell anger, or danger—just a heady, strong Alpha scent. Cedar, a hint of campfire and the crisp, clean scent of… snow. Not typical. But… good.

But the Alpha scent also had a hint of something else. Something strong. Something like rut. I tilted my head, confused— I heard a shifting, and the glint of metal moving in the far right corner of the cell. Two pinpricks of light—his eyes— lifted up and connected with mine.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose in fear. An Alpha nearing rut. Locked in a cell. With me. I took another few deep lungfuls of air, willing my heart rate to slow down and making myself smaller. Whoever locked me in here couldn’t have had good intentions. Should I… introduce myself?

I didn’t get the chance to decide. A door at the end of the hallway opened, and a pack of men filed in to stand outside the cell doors, peering in at me. I squared my jaw, biting down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep myself centered and tamp down on the inner voice telling me to submit.

“Not so powerful now, are you?” barked a weaselly looking Beta at the front of the group. He wore a tactical vest, buckled in an X shape in the front. His muscles, overcompensating an embarrassing amount for his designation, bulged on his compact frame.

I glared at him. “What do you want with me?” I spit.

He laughed. “Careful with that nasty attitude, Omega.”

I suppressed the disgusted shiver that trembled down my spine at his use of my designation.

“Big Guy in there won’t like a defiant bitch,” he continued. The men at the back of his pack laughed darkly. “Better get ready to submit.”

The Alpha in the corner was still motionless— still staring. I felt dread settle in a pit in my stomach at what they implied. Show no weakness. I put on my most defiant face.

“Oh, him?” I tossed my head in the Alpha’s direction, feigning indifference. Don’t show fear. “You can’t scare me. Take these cuffs off me and let’s see who submits first.”

The Beta growled, the laughter momentarily draining from his face, hackles raised. “Shut up, whore.” Then, he seemed to remember I was in the cell and he was outside of it. He smirked, before turning around to head back down the hallway with his pack. “You’ll see.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

I let out the breath I’d been holding as quietly as I could, willing my anxiety to settle so I could think. But it was then that the Alpha decided to stand and stalk slowly towards me.

Rationally, I knew Alphas were big and scary. They always were— overly tall, overly aggressive, insufferably controlling and dominant, and so strong-scented it made me feel lightheaded and stuffy. But this Alpha, well, all of the above was an understatement. He was tall and broad-shouldered with a wide chest and legs thick with muscle. He was wearing tight-fit, black clothing that showed off the muscles of his body to an exorbitant degree, and it looked, well, tactical—buckles and straps and belts with holsters that had been disarmed by whoever threw him in here with me. His face was still mostly in shadow in the dim cell, but I could make out curtains of brown hair and a strong jawline speckled with stubble. And the closer he got to me, the stronger his unique scent grew, washing over me like a wave— along with the growing scent of his rut.

You’re staring. Be small, my Omega hindbrain reminded me. I cowered, feeling fear wash over me again. What if he was in on this with them….I didn’t let myself think that far. I turned my head to the side slightly, baring my throat in an appeasing way to the dominant force in the room.

Then the Alpha’s full form came into my line of sight, and I realized exactly who I had been trapped in a cage with. Oh, fuck.

—————

Bucky didn’t know what possessed him to step forward. Chivalry, perhaps? Though according to Steve, that whole concept had died in the 21st century. Omegas didn’t look to Alphas for protection the way they had in the 40s. Something urged him towards the defiant Omega in the corner, and he would be lying if it didn’t partially have to do with her intoxicating scent and the weird and uncharacteristic prickliness he was experiencing that he couldn’t shake off. Her scent was sweet like peppermint, laced with the crispness of a cold gust of winter wind, but her anxiety at waking up across from him had soured it slightly. He didn’t blame her—but he couldn’t resist another lungful.

Bucky stepped forward slowly, his movements measured so as not to scare her. She had pushed herself as far into the corner as possible, her throat bared and chest rising and falling quickly. But as his face—and his recognizable arm— came into view, he saw the change in her expression as realization dawned. She gasped, her scent turning dark and desperate with fear. He stopped short, swallowing. Fuck.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured. Then, improvising, he lowered to his knees in a position he hoped looked as non-threatening as possible, turning his face to the side to show her his throat in return. “I’m not going to hurt you. It’s… I’m—“ He stopped, shutting his eyes in resignation. This was not going well. She was still panicked, curling in on herself.

“I’m in control,” he said, hoping that would be enough to quell her fears. These days, the public knew all about the Winter Soldier and the horrible things his hands had done. But Shuri had erased the loophole from his brain over six years ago now, if you count the blip. Which is why it made no sense that Hydra had gone to such lengths to trap him here on a mission gone awry in Northern Europe.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell, though. He estimated he’d been trapped here for no more than about 15 hours, and he didn’t doubt that Steve, Sam and the rest of the team would track this base down within 24. He’d already examined his body for injuries, tested the bars for give and scoped out any other potential entry and exit points before Hydra agents had cracked the cell door with three assault rifles trained on him and dumped the Omega inside three hours ago. The only thing that felt off was this strange, growing feeling that he needed to get out of his skin. He’d already removed his outer layer of Kevlar, feeling hotter than normal.

The woman looked normal enough, besides the panic taking over her faculties and the unknown, bulky device clasped around her wrists. She was small, but deceptively strong—he could see the lean lines of muscle on her limbs. Her long hair was loose around her pretty face, and they’d removed her shoes— if she’d even been wearing any in the first place. But god, her smell. Bucky couldn’t help taking another deep lungful, trying to be as discreet as possible. It was like his body was on autopilot, drifting closer and closer to where she was pressed against the wall.

She looked confused by his placating bared throat. Nowadays, Alphas were insufferable hotheads. She’d probably never seen one so willing to submit to an Omega. Bucky noticed that the rise and fall of her chest was slowing. “A-are you really….?” she practically whispered.

He nodded, clenching his jaw. “The Winter Soldier?”

She nodded back—so small, it was almost imperceptible.

“You can call me Bucky. I’m not— The Winter Soldier doesn’t exist anymore.” He laughed a little. “They actually call me the White Wolf now…”

Something was wrong with his body. He was feeling itchy—painfully so now. He shifted forward even closer, on his knees, and she flinched imperceptibly— turning to face the wall next to her. He took another deep lungful of her scent, and the sweetness lit every cell in his body on fire. Was he… getting hard?

Realizing her distress and how close he’d gotten to her body, Bucky stood up and put distance between them. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on…” He gasped. Her scent was addicting. His Alpha was screaming at him to close the distance, grab her, shove his face into her scent gland and inhale. To run his hands all over her body, to rut into her, to sink his teeth into her gland and bite, to claim her as his own and mark her body all over…. Holy shit. He was going into rut. After 75 fucking years, he was going into rut while trapped in a Hydra cell with an unmated Omega.

Against his better instincts and training, Bucky started to panic.

————

I could tell exactly the moment that the Winter Soldier—Bucky, I corrected myself— realized what was happening. He’d been drifting closer and closer to me, his ice blue eyes trained on my gland, taking deep lungfuls of my scent as if I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing.

When he recognized my distress, he forced distance between us, wiping sweat from his forehead and inspecting his hands—one flesh, one metal— as if they’d have an answer.

“Rut,” I said quietly. Our eyes connected. His were wide, panicked. His scent was sharp with fear and anxiety, so strong with lust it was making me dizzy. I pushed my forehead against the cold cement wall to center myself. Why would they kidnap me as Omega bait for a fucking Avenger? Why me?

“I’m on suppressants—I don’t know how…” He trailed off, then abruptly ripped the leather sleeve off his shirt in one swipe to inspect his upper arm. Holy shit, he was strong. I mean, I knew he was a super soldier, but Jesus Christ. “They stuck me with something.” His jaw was set in a tight line when he turned back to look at me, pupils blown wide with lust.

I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening.

He growled sharply in frustration, slamming his metal fist into the concrete wall of the cell so hard that cracks appeared on impact. I yelped in fear, my heart racing. Before I could open my mouth to apologize submissively, he dropped down to his knees again.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I—“ He cut off, growling in frustration, fists clenched at his sides. He shook out his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes, before he looked up to meet mine again. “Please, don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth.

I nodded weakly, feeling the tears start to spill from my eyes. He was trembling now. Whatever they gave him was working quickly, and the strain of keeping himself contained was obvious in the restrained quiver of his limbs. Maybe I was fucking crazy, but I actually felt sorry for him. An ex-assassin Avenger twice my size, pumped full of super soldier serum and rut hormones. That couldn’t feel good— especially not with his history.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he repeated again. This time, it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself. His hands were clenched so hard I could hear his Vibranium fist squeak with the strain. “I won’t. I won’t—“ he gasped for a centering breath.

Against all rational instinct, I started to believe him. He wouldn’t hurt me. At least— he really didn’t want to.

I knew about the Winter Soldier. Everyone did. How Hydra had kidnapped him, tortured him, and turned him into a brainwashed weapon for their murderous intent. I couldn’t imagine how horrible this would be for him— with his very public history— to have control wrested from him again. Especially like this.

Comfort Alpha, my inner Omega cooed unhelpfully. Alpha is hurting. Help him.

Fighting back my fear, I came to my hands and knees on the cell floor, shuffling a few paces forward until we were only a few feet apart. He was still shaking slightly, murmuring to himself in what sounded like Russian, breathing shallowly. I risked another lungful of his scent, and it made my Omega go wild. I felt my own body start reacting to his arousal, my scent billowing out in soothing notes, slick between my legs. It was impossible for Omegas to launch into a sympathetic heat when they were distressed or in danger, but I couldn’t ignore how intoxicating his scent was to me— or the growing need I felt to soothe and calm him as his chest heaved with the strain of restraining himself.

“Get— Get away from me. I can’t—“ he spit through gritted teeth. I paused, hesitating, my bound hands reaching towards his knee. “I don’t want to hurt you—“

“It’s okay,” I murmured soothingly, hardly recognizing the calm sound of my voice when my heart was racing a million miles an hour inside my chest. I was too cowardly to be a hero before, when the red-haired agent had found me and urged me to join her. I had always run from responsibility and hidden my abilities from the world. Maybe today, I could be courageous.

I placed my hands on his forearm, feeling the sweat-slick heat of him. His head slowly raised to look at me. Up close, I could see his plush lips, the stubble along his jaw, his pupils blown wide with lust. His scent, God.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” I said. Bucky was panting now. “I— I trust you.” He narrowed his eyes at me disbelievingly, but my words and tempting closeness seemed to tamp down his initial panic. He leaned in closer, close enough that I could see the stubble of his jaw, his adorably delicate ears tucked behind the loose strands of hair framing his face, the plush cupid’s bow of his lips.

The pictures in the news don’t do Alpha justice, my Omega murmured.

“Isn’t someone coming for you? Aren’t you, like… a superhero?” I asked.

He grimaced, breaking eye contact. “I’m not a hero. But the team should be here within a few hours. We’ve never… lost someone for longer.”

I took a shaky breath. Okay. So we’re getting out of here.

“Do you know what they want?” I murmured. I could guess. Scum like Hydra only see Omegas as good for one thing: breeding. But I didn’t want to voice the horrible thoughts out loud.

He scoffed. “Whatever it is… I won’t do it.” The resolve set in his jaw, muscles ticking as we made eye contact again, the scent of his rage and restrained instincts washing over me— bitter as gunpowder and steel. He was still trembling, fists clenched. “I won’t.”

I felt something soften inside of me at his words. I should be terrified, rolling over on my stomach to submit— throat bared —but I felt… protected.

“Do you mind— Would it be okay if I—“ He cut himself off, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and looking pained.

“If…?”

“It helps if I can… scent you,” he sighed. “I won’t—“

Before he could finish that thought, I nodded my head in assent. There’s no greater pain to an Alpha in rut than being unable to touch. I shifted off my knees, intending to curl against his side, but he shocked me by standing and scooping me up into his arms, returning to the shadowy corner of the cell he’d been in when I’d first woken up. I bristled a little at his intentions, but he quickly set me down on a soft pile of leather and thick canvas that smelled strongly of his heady cedar scent— clothes he must have shed from the heat of rut.

“Sorry,“ He murmured. “I won’t touch you if you—“

“It’s okay,” I interrupted, taking a deep breath to steady myself and leaning back to get more comfortable. He hovered over me, propping his metal arm by my head. His ice blue eyes searched mine, our breaths loud in the quiet of the cell as we settled into the comfort of each others’ scents. I tilted my head to the side a bit, feeling my mating gland peek out from behind my hair.

Bucky growled softly, leaning down to press his face into my neck and taking deep lungfuls of my scent. I squeezed my eyes shut, bringing my bound hands awkwardly to touch his side to anchor myself. Under my palms, I could feel the tension leaving his muscles as he breathed me in.

“Omega,” he groaned, his voice raspy and deep. I shivered. Arousal stirred in me again, his chest pressed tight to mine as he nose trailed up and down my neck, into my hair and onto my cheek. “You smell so good. Fuck,” he whispered.

He was starting to lose himself. His flesh hand came to my waist, strong grip catching me off guard as he settled closer to me. My heart rate picked up again, and I fought the urge to bolt. Alpha won’t hurt you, my Omega supplied. Please your Alpha. Bucky must have picked up on my fear, because he pushed himself back.

“Sorry. I’ll—“ He shifted so he was laying next to me but with his lower half intentionally tilted away, arm across my waist and face near enough to my gland that he could continue to breathe me in. “Okay?” He grunted. I nodded, shocked that he was able to control himself enough to hold himself stiffly away from me. The scent of rut was so strong that from what I knew about Alphas, he should be animalistic with lust— unable to stop himself from shredding my clothes and taking me on the cell floor. Small mercies.

“Sleep,” he said gruffly. When I didn’t move or shut my eyes, he tightened his much gentler grip on my waist. “Please. I won’t… I won’t do anything. We’ll be out of here, before…” he trailed off, again. Boy, was he a man of few words. But he didn’t need to say it out loud for me to understand his meaning: Much longer, and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

I took another soothing breath, trying to settle myself. Alpha wants you to sleep, my Omega purred. Alpha will protect you. For once in my life, I listened. I took in a lungful of his strong smell, taking comfort in the protective weight of his arm thrown over me, and let myself drift off.

#like an animal #my fic #bucky x reader #buckyreader #bucky reader insert #bucky x yn

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sheadre · 4 years ago

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Aurora Borealis (Jiang Cheng x Reader) Part One

Summary: Zhu Ran'En (Reader) has always been forced to fight for her life through schemes and lies, betrayal and cruelty. However, Jiang Wanyin who grew up in Yunmeng and lived a complicated life full of obstacles, did not have to play these games. Therefore, when he has to face the cruelty of noblemen and the royal family, he has to ask the Imperial Princess for help. Will they manage to dodge all the life threatening dangers the snake Zhu HuaJin and the Second Prince is throwing at them?

Word count: 2720

Warnings: violence (later in the story), mature, fluff

A/N: Hello everyone! So, this story is in the MDZS fandom like a few of my previous works. I will usually post the chapters way later here than I post them on my quotev account or my ao3 account so please check them out here:

https://www.quotev.com/491346452

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Vaeri/works

Lotus Pier was quiet now that things settled after Jin Guangyao got out of the picture. Wei Wuxian visited Yunmeng a few times but left just as quickly on Hanguang-Jun’s arm. Jiang Cheng found it ridiculous how Wei Wuxian acted like a whining wife but that is Wei Wuxian. Yanli once said that there is a thing called Aurora Borealis. A natural electrical phenomenon caused by the interaction of charged particles from the sun with atoms in the upper atmosphere. He had no idea how his shijie got her hands on the book she learnt it from but she said that the same thing could happen between two people. He always thought that something of the sort was rare to be witnessed let alone find it for yourself.

However, seeing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, he realized what his shijie was talking about. Witnessing it – his shijie said – was rare and special. Jiang Cheng only felt envy. The elders were pestering him to find a suitable wife and marry quickly to ensure the heirs of their sect. Honestly, he had no want in marrying someone he never even met before. No one could really match him and moreover, who would want to marry him knowing about his… not so kind and righteous past. Things changed ever since Wei Wuxian came back and now, he regretted some of the things he’s done out of anger and want for revenge.

He cursed his thoughts for wandering so far during a nighthunt. The woods around them cast them in their dark shadows and the leaves hid the starry night sky from their eyes. Their was a cold humidity in the air as they walked, crunching the fallen dried leaves under his boots as he walked. He needed to focus, Jin Ling was with him after all, who would show the kid how to do things right if he didn’t? Not that Jin Ling was not pleading with him to accompany him. Even if Jin Ling was a sect leader, he needed to learn a lot of things and who else would aid him if not his uncle. Jiang Cheng never told the kid that he was proud of him but he thought he didn’t need to. The kid was self-assured without him praising him.

There was a roar suddenly coming from ahead stopping him and Jin Ling in their tracks. His body froze in place and listened carefully for any other sound. He knew they in disadvantage in the darkness and lighting up fire would possibly endanger his nephew.

“Uncle, it’s ahead of us!” the kid said with a hushed tone, warning in his eyes and readied himself for attack. However, before they could move, the song of an erhu interrupted the quiet of the night. It seemed like the time has stopped around them. Even the wind seemed to stop. Everything fell into a dead silence. The sound was beautiful yet terrifying. It had an alluring tone meanwhile anyone would shudder by the notes. Jiang Wanyin carefully walked forward in search of the cultivator who played. The foliage was crunching under his feet as he walked carefully, one step after the other. His heart was beating loudly in his ears as he approached the opening in the line of trees ahead. The resentful energy was so thick he could cut it with his sword. As he led his nephew out of the forest onto a clearing, his eyes widened.

In the middle of the field a woman was playing the erhu, her long hair flowing in the wind, her robes indicating her connection to nobility. Jiang Wanyin never saw her before and by the patterns, she was a member of the royal family. The monster he was chasing with his nephew slowly fell apart by itself. It was a monster that fabricated itself from different corpses. He was on the road trying to catch it around the town where people reported seeing it. The commoners of course were frightened to death by only the sight of it even from a far. The woman stood up and with the motion of her hand the erhu flew back into its holder which she strapped onto herself. She stopped in her tracks and turned to them, her eyes flashing with crimson red before it returned to a natural (e/c) eye color. Her lips pulled into a smile one that people wouldn’t be able to tell if it was kind or sinister.

“Jiang sect leader, Jin sect leader” she bowed to them in respect with a small smile playing on her lips. Her voice was melodic and Jiang Cheng couldn’t compare another woman to her beauty. He had no idea how she knew their names and if she was a member of the royal family, she was definitely not acting according to it. If she was a princess, she should’ve not addressed them first but wait for them to pay their respect. He narrowed his eyes as he raised a hand in front of Jin Ling to push him back behind himself. Jiang Wanyin couldn’t let his guard down now, this woman could be dangerous.

“Who are you?!” Jin Ling spoke up with his eyebrows furrowed yet his cheeks blushed. The woman chuckled and walked up to them. Her movements were graceful like a goddess’. Her (e/c) eyes never left the two of them and her smile held something strange. It was not threatening nor was it scary but it was definitely off-putting. Jiang Cheng felt her eyes roaming his form and he felt a blush forming on his cheeks. He couldn’t decide if it was from how inappropriately this woman was checking him out or from the notion of being checked out.

“I am Zhu Ran’En” she replied with a melodic voice. It was like a dangerously alluring spell drawing men so they would run into their demise. “Nice to meet you.”

“Zhu Ran’En?” Jin Ling gaped in surprise making her chuckle again.

“You might’ve heard about me” Ran’En shook her head a little like she was disappointed. Of course they knew the name especially after the official announcement of the Imperial Princess’ execution for her crimes. But if she was executed, how could she be standing in front of them? Jiang Wanyin narrowed his eyes at her while waited for her to continue. “Made up, evil-minded, biased rumors I bet…” A small pause as she sighed sadly before she bowed again and continued: “If you excuse me, I have to get to Xutong. It was nice meeting you, please excuse me.”

Ran’En straightened up and smiled at Jiang Wanyin gently before turning around and leaving them in the middle of the clearing. Jiang Cheng felt like he met her somewhere before. It didn’t make sense as he never stepped foot anywhere near the capital let alone the Imperial Palace. However, the feeling was strong even while he was making his way out of the forest with his nephew.

Later ~

The weather was nice but in the early hours of the day, fog fell down on the town. It was not too cold outside but people could barely see to walk around for long. That is why the inn she was sitting in was packed completely. Men were talking with boisterous laughter, others were telling each other stories, drinking to their hearts’ contents. Witnessing such simple life made her feel curious. She always wished she could live somewhere peaceful instead of being a princess and now she was here, sitting in an inn, drinking tea in the sea of commoners. It was truly fascinating.

She was aware that her existence was no longer a secret now that Jiang Wanyin found her. Zhu Ran’En tried to keep her existence and whereabouts a secret. Her ways of cultivation were frowned upon after all, yet she had no other choice but to use resentful energy. She never had a golden core no matter how hard she tried. Trying to learn cultivation from just books was difficult especially with the eunuchs and maids scolding her younger self how she was not acting like a proper lady of court. She had no need for it because as an imperial princess, she never had to defend herself. A few months ago, the lowest ranked imperial princess, Zhu Hua Jin and the second prince, Zhu Li Qin worked hard to make the emperor believe them. That is why Zhu Ran’En, the elder daughter of Zhu Zhi Qi – who was the third prince – lost the favor of the emperor and was sent into exile.

She sat in the inn sipping on her tea when two known faces walked in. She felt the shift of the resentful energy no matter how low it was in the room. Her eyes snapped to the new comers just to see the Yiling Patriarch staring back at her. Her lips pulled into a smirk as an invitation for the pair. Hanguang-Jun and Wei Wuxian – known as Mo Xuanyu in his current life – looked around in search for a seat but most tables were full. She had to admit that both of them were good looking. Zhu Ran’En smiled at the black clothed young man and stretched out her arm motioning towards the untaken seats by her table.

“Ah, come and sit, gentlemen” she smiled gently. She quickly waved a waiter over to clean the table for the two cultivators. “I was about to finish here. Feel free to sit.”

Zhu Ran’En stood up and bowed to them while she heard Hanguang-Jun murmur a quiet ‘thank you’ before she straightened up and left them alone. It was better to not linger around for too long. She had no idea if Wei Wuxian could tell that she was a fellow demonic cultivator but she didn’t need him to notice. At least for now. Leaving the inn was easy even though she felt the lingering feeling of someone watching her. A smirk was playing on her lips as she turned down an alley and disappeared from sight.

She spent many days and nights roaming the cities in her exile, collecting information and plotting in the dark. She needed to get back to the imperial palace to protect her younger sister, Zhu WuXi. Ran’En wondered how she was doing these days. WuXi was always bouncing around the palace halls, admiring the beauty of nature and perfected her dance moves. Ran’En was always envious of her younger sister’s delicateness, how lady-like her sister was compared to her. Many people said her younger sister took after their mother and it was true in every possible way. She was just as naïve and good hearted, assuming the best in everyone without a doubt. This made her an easy target for Ran’En’s opponents.

Suddenly, a dog came running towards her while barking loudly, making Ran’En’s smirk pull wider on her beautiful face. Her eyes darkened as she looked at the dog which stopped a few feet away from her in fear. It whined in fear at the sight of her expression she was wearing. Soon, the young Jin sect leader came after the dog with eyebrows drawn together.

“You!” he cried out angrily. The youngster didn’t recognize her right away because she was wearing a simple attire from cheap material. It was easy to hide yourself if you just changed clothes and make-up – she thought. “You scared Fairy!”

Ran’En laughed out loud and lifted her sheathed sword to stop Zidian wrapping around her body, so instead it curled around her sheathed sword. She could hear Jiang Wanyin coming from behind since she rounded the corner.

“Sect leaders” she chuckled. “Pleasure to meet you again in such a short time.”

“Who are you?” Jiang Wanyin yelled angrily. She lifted an eyebrow curiously turning to the man. “Zhu Ran’En, the imperial princess died two months ago.”

“Died?!” she cackled as she was now facing Jiang Wanyin. Her lips pulled into a sneer. “They still lie even when they beat me… I am still here…”

“You’re using resentful energy for cultivation” Jiang Cheng replied but now he took a step back from the woman.

Zhu Ran’En pulled out a seal and showed it to him. The small stone badge was carefully carved, the characters ‘princess’ emerged from the flat surface of the stone. She watched his eyes widen before she hid her last reminder of her title back into her sleeve. To her surprise Zidian loosened and let go of her sword.

“Sect leader Jiang, I advise you to stay out of my business… these are royal matters” she said coldly before she jumped up onto the roof of the building and disappeared from their sight.

She was supposed to be locked up in Qi mansion waiting for the emperor to call her back one day. However, she had no time to wait for so long if she wanted to save her little sister from the evil clutches of her uncle and her cousin.

Jiang Cheng’s PoV.

A few months back, Jiang Wanyin noticed Imperial guards appearing in the town and other towns nearby. They were asking people about a woman, the drawing they were showing to the citizens was drawn with attention. The sect leader now knew who the woman was. The imperial princess was a traitor after she got caught in the crime of money laundering. Everyone was informed that she was executed publicly in the capital, however, if she was executed, why were imperial guards asking around about her?

People were spreading rumors about her but if someone would really think over everything, with the princess’ righteous past, it would be easy to smell something was fishy about this whole thing. And Jiang Wanyin’s nose was similar to a hound. After meeting the imperial princess in real life, he could tell that there was more than what meets the eye and he was keen on finding out the truth. That is how he found himself in front of Qi mansion in Yangsu.

The building was looking like a prison or a robust castle with the dark brown and black colors and stone walls. Thick stone pillars held the roof while there were no windows visible from the front entrance. The wall stretching around the mansion could be around six cun* wide and thirty chi* high.

*[1 cun (寸)= 5 cm; 1 chi 尺 = 0,5 meters]

The doors were closed but there were no guards in front of the mansion and when Jiang Cheng pushed on the wings of the door they easily opened up giving him a view of the insides of the mansion. He could hear some folks talk about how no one entered the mansion since the princess’ arrival to spend her exile in there. He walked inside but when he was far enough inside, the doors closed behind him and as much as he tried, he couldn’t open them again.

“Jiang sect leader… It is a pleasure to meet you in my humble abode” came the familiar melodic voice of the princess. Jiang Wanyin turned around in a blur, his eyes spitting lightning as Zedian unfurled from his hand ready to strike. The princess stood nonchalantly in front of him, in the usual embroidered rich hanfu all the royal family members wore, her figure petite yet something dark was encircling her form as the smile stretched on her beautiful face. Jiang Cheng had to admit that the woman was beautiful, very intimidating yet beautiful. She tilted her head to the side and turned sideways, lifting her arm inviting him further inside. “Would you like to have tea? Lili just arrived back from the market with a new batch of herbs and teas.”

“What are you doing?” Jiang Cheng hissed angrily at the woman who’s features looked like they were frozen into stone. She turned back to him fully, her lips ever so slowly returned into a neutral line before she spoke up.

“If you’re here, you already know exactly what awaits you once you dig yourself into my case” Zhu Ran’En said coldly. “Imperial guards already noticed you entering my mansion, you got involved in imperial affairs. Now come, let’s have some tea.”

The sect leader narrowed his eyes at her but followed her inside silently.

To be continued…

#jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng x reader #lan wangji #romance #fluff #mind games #royalty #ancient china #fantasy

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kaetiesmindpalace · 4 years ago

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I’ll Be There -- A Destination Fear One Shot (Tanner Wiseman/Reader)

~CW: mentions of blood~

The new season of Destination Fear was starting off with a new face amidst the cast. Seeing as this televised experiment revolves around how fear affects the mind, why not see how it affects someone who has not experienced any of this before? It also helped that you had been intrigued by the premise for a while and that you are dating Tanner, one of the cast members.

The first location? Bobby Mackey’s Music World in Wilder, Kentucky.

Pulling up to the location with you, Tanner who had an arm around you, and Chelsea in the front of the RV, it all seemed surreal. The stories involving the place including people being physically attacked made you very terrified for everyone’s safety.

“I have an idea,” Dakota says after all the equipment is set up.

Everyone by now knows that what follows those words usually is not a good idea. Well, they were good ideas in the sense that most of the time it was to increase the fear being tested, not so much a good idea for everyone’s liking and wanting to do.

“We should start off with solos. Tanner, you have the honor of writing everyone’s name down to figure out who’s going first,” Dakota proclaims.

Just as Tanner is about to start writing everyone’s name down, you spoke up with your own idea, “Why don’t I just do it and go first?”

Everyone just stops and stares at you for your question, confusion and concern on their faces. Can you blame them? No one had offered to go do the crazy thing before.

“Don’t give me that look. Does it really seem fair to pick names out of a hat when the only one who hasn’t done a solo is myself? I say let’s level the playing field a bit before having to pick names from a hat,” you say with as much confidence as you can muster.

Dakota, Chelsea, and Alex nod their head a bit, understanding what you were saying. Tanner, on the other hand, still had concern written across his face as he approached you.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks.

“As sure as I can be,” you respond while looking at his handsome face, “I’ll have to do a solo eventually anyways so no point in trying to hide from it.”

He nods a bit, understanding the implications of it all. You two and the rest of the crew were on this trip to explore fear and knew there is no way to protect one another from the scary things that lurk in these places 100% of the time. Sometimes, you must face these things head on. Was Tanner still nervous about you doing the first solo at your first ever location on the trip? Of course, but you made up your mind and are not often easily swayed to change it, and he knew that.

As you gathered the equipment to head into Bobby Mackey’s alone, Tanner started to ramble, “Be safe out there. Walkie us if you need help,” before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“I may come up with some dumb ideas, but I’m not stupid enough to not call for help when I need it,” you say with a little bit of snark to diffuse the tension just a little bit.

Luckily, the response did just as you hope it would. Everyone chuckled slightly and you started to head towards the entrance of Bobby Mackey’s with your camera in hand.

“Alright, so my initial thought is to go big and go into the basement. Dumb idea, I know, but fear is what we are searching for, so fear is what I’m trying to get. The basement is where numerous people have gotten scratched, including Zak Bagans of Ghost Adventures fame, whom we all know Dakota has worked with. What’s scarier than the possibility of this happening?” you ramble on camera.

As you enter the basement, you immediately get an eerie feeling. Something is not right, but you must keep chugging through with this; it’s your job now. Finding a place to sit on the floor, you decide to start the normal investigative procedures.

“I’m right by the well in the basement and I’m going to do an EVP session with this digital recorder to see if I get any response,” you say as you hit the record button. “What is your name? How did you die? Why do you stay here?” you ask while giving some space in between questions to let the spirits answer.

You continued to question for about ten minutes before stopping and playing back the recording. It seemed like nothing wanted to interact with you; you weren’t getting responses to your questions. That is, until you listened to your final question of “Is it true that there is something demonic here?”

A loud, deep growl came through that you did not hear in real time. Your mouth formed an O just hearing it. With whatever in the basement besides yourself hearing this out loud, the growl seemed to shift the energy in the room. While the initial feeling when you entered was eerie, now it feels unsafe and that someone or something is right behind you.

And maybe something was because suddenly you felt a burning sensation take over your back. You had seen enough paranormal shows in your life and heard many stories involving encounters to know that a burning sensation tends to mean that you got scratched.

“So, I’m pretty certain that I got scratched across my back. I felt that burning sensation often described when scratches like these occur, but I can’t see my back. I’m going to have to call for some help to see how bad it is. I know I don’t look as scared as I probably should be; I think I am mostly internalizing it to try and process what is happening before I have a huge freak out,” you say into the camera as you take out your walkie.

“Hey guys,” you say into your walkie.

Tanner, Chelsea, Dakota, and Alex were all just chatting like normal friends do waiting for you to come back or walkie them. Even with the thought that you could walkie them, you unknowingly walkie scared them causing everyone to jump at the sound of your voice.

“Guys,” you say as your voice cracks at the end, betraying your true feelings you were trying to internalize into nonexistence.

Tanner was already up and booking it with his camera towards Bobby Mackey’s before you even explained the entire situation. Chelsea decides to grab the walkie and respond while everyone was grabbing equipment to try and catch up to Tanner.

“Go from Chelsea” she states in as clear of a tone as one can while trying to respond and grab their camera at the same time.

“So, I’m certain something scratched my back here in the basement, but I can’t see it for myself. Can someone come and check it for me? I want to know how bad it is” you say trying to reign in your fear.

“Tanner took off before you said where you were, so he should be there sooner than us if one of the guys decide to yell to him where you are in the building,” Chelsea states just as Dakota yells towards the general direction of the entrance “Go to the basement Tanner!” before they all take off to get to you.

Tanner was indeed the first of the group to find you, having had the head start, long legs, and hearing the location you were in being screamed to him from far behind. Since you were still sitting on the floor, probably too scared to move from the incident but it had only felt like a second had passed since it happened, he knelt down next to you and put his camera down on the ground. With both hands free, he grabs your face and kisses your forehead before staring deeply into your eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asks with concern in his voice.

“I’m a bit shaken up currently. Something scratched my back; it was just this burning sensation all over. Can you check it for me and take a picture of it? I want to see how bad it is,” you mention to him.

He grabs his flashlight and phone as you start to push up the back of your shirt for him to look at the damage done. Once the flashlight is on, he helps lift the back of your shirt more to get a better look.

“Oh babe,” he says while taking a picture, “this definitely isn’t good.”

He hands his phone over to you to see the picture of your back. What you saw were three large scratches marring your back that at some points were bleeding just a bit. You gasp at the sight, having not had thought it would be this bad. You had seen the Ghost Adventures episode where Zak got scratched, but his weren’t bleeding. Why were yours?

At that precise moment was when the rest of the crew arrived. With one quick glance at your back, they knew they were in for a tough night. Luckily, someone had packed a small first aid kit in the backpack, so your scratches were cleaned up with antibiotic ointment and some bandages were put on the areas that were bleeding. With you now standing with everyone, Dakota nixes the idea of more solos and the group continues to investigate the rest of Bobby Mackey’s.

After a few more EVPs, some words on the Ovilus, and Alex seeing a shadow figure, it was time to figure out sleeping arrangements. Tanner took the lead of writing out the locations on a slip of paper, but you noticed something odd.

“Shouldn’t there be 5 slips of paper with different sleeping arrangements instead of 4?” you ask.

Tanner looks up from writing to say, “After what happened to you alone in the basement, just for this night, I’m not letting you be by yourself again. So, I’m making the decision that you’ll stay with me for the night. I know, it’s such a burden that you’re stuck with me,” adding a dramatic flair to the last sentence before continuing to write.

You chuckled at his dramatics. It was something you loved that he did seeing as you pull the same antics at times. You couldn’t really complain; you understand where he was coming from and you also did not want to be alone again in this location. Dakota didn’t try to argue the reasoning either.

The four locations were the well, the room of faces, the attic, and the men’s restroom. Chelsea picked first and ironically got the men’s restroom. Following Chelsea was Dakota; he ended up getting the well which was where you had gotten scratched earlier in the night and he was not happy about it. At least you didn’t have to go back to that area again, but there was still one location in the basement left. Tanner went next and he picked the attic for the two of you. You gave a huge sigh of relief at this since you didn’t have to return to the basement at all now. This left the room of faces to Alex, who also was not looking forward to being in the basement.

Setting everything up for sleeping arrangements from equipment to where the crew would actually sleep seemed to breeze by. Instead of cots, the two of you had sleeping bags which so happened to fully unzip to create a pad for the two of you to sleep on and for the other to act like a blanket. Knowing that Tanner was right by your side ready to comfort you really helped with still being at this location. As you laid together, he slipped his arms around you and pulled you into him.

“I’m so proud of you for sticking through this. You’re so strong. Had this happened to me on my first investigation, I would have skedaddled out of here,” he whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek.

“Well, I knew I had amazing back up ready to help whenever I needed it,” you whisper back while having the biggest smile on your face.

“And I’ll be there whenever and wherever you need help,” he states so sincerely.

No matter the situation, Tanner could find a way to make you smile. It may take longer than he would like, but he was always able to do it, and that was one of the many reasons why you loved him.

The two of you managed to get some sleep, whether it was due to no activity, the comfort of being with one another, or both. Dakota, Chelsea, and Alex all came up to wake you guys up once 6 am hit and soon enough everyone was packing up equipment to put back into the RV. Once the investigative equipment was all put away, all 5 of you split up to give your final thoughts on the location.

Finding a nice place near a tree, you sat down and started recording your piece.

“What a crazy first investigation. I don’t think anyone expected the extent of what happened to occur, never mind to the person just entering the crew. Am I still a bit shaken up? Of course, but I’m not letting this stop me. I can only grow stronger and persevere through this. I want to prove that I can handle it. And now, off to another crazy location,” you say, growing more determined with each word.

Once you finished recording, you stood up and returned to the RV. After a couple of minutes, everyone was back. With Tanner next to you with his arm around your shoulder, Dakota and Chelsea across from you, and Alex on the couch across the walkway from the table the four of you sat at, the RV took off to the next location.

#kaetie writes #destination fear #tanner wiseman #dakota laden #chelsea laden #alex schroeder #travel channel #paranormal #tv show #one shot #one shots #fanfiction #should I add this to ao3/wattpad?#let me know if I should write more one shots #Tanner wiseman/reader #Tanner wiseman x reader #cw: mentions of blood

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crashdevlin · 4 years ago

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Intense

One Night at a Time Masterlist

Author’s Note: Part seven of One Night at a Time series.

Summary: Y/n is trying to move on after Dean gets sent to Purgatory. She's hunting nonstop to outrun the questions in her head...what does she do when Dean shows up after more than a year?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Benny x Reader (kinda)

Word count: 3575

Story Warnings: mentions of harm to reader, mentions of scars, poor self-esteem, angst, Dean being Dean (a bit of a jerk), 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, creampie

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I should have been there, closer, beside him when he stabbed Dick Roman and sent him back to Purgatory. I should have stopped Crowley from getting his hands on Kevin. I should have done something more than just stand there while everything fell apart.

And I tried, you know? I tried to find another way into Purgatory. I tried for months to get Dean back. But it was useless. I was useless. Useless to Dean and Kevin and Sam, but not useless on a hunt. I’ve always been at my best on a job.

So I go back to hunting. Vamps and ghosts and this shifter in Utah...a few demons here and there. I jump from job to job, catching a few that aren’t even monsters because as soon as I slow down, my brain goes to Dean. Missing him, yes. Missing him with everything in me, but also...he might have liked me, but...he never said he dreamed of me until after Castiel fixed my scars. He never got nervous about sleeping with me when I had the scars. He was a bit of an asshole to me, actually.

So I hunt. To avoid questions that plague me that don’t even matter anymore, I hunt.

I haven’t heard from Sam in over a year. He’s not on the radar. He’s not hunting. I guess that’s better, leaves more jobs for me.

I get wind of a vampire sighting in Clayton, Louisiana. No body drop, just someone saying they saw a fanger, but I check it out anyway. I have to do something to keep my mind busy.

I go the normal route, bars and nightclubs are generally the way you find a fang, but there’s not a lot in that area in Clayton. One bar full of blue collar boys and no nightclubs. Still no bodies. I head to a local park overlooking a lake and sit on a small wooden bench. There’s something interesting about cypress trees sticking out of the water, Spanish moss hanging from the branches. It’s not pretty, not in any conventional way, but it is at the same time.

“You not from aroun’ here, are you?” a man says, moving to sit next to me on the bench.

I turn to look at him. A blue-eyed man with a light beard and a hat. He’s not quite the swamp-dwelling men I found at the bar. “What makes you say that?”

“Just got a feelin’ about you. Says you’s a traveler. You got a nomad look,” he says, smiling brightly.

I smile and nod. “Yeah. You could say that. I’ve been pretty much everywhere.”

“I used to do a lotta sailin’, so I been around a few times. Sometimes, I think I can sense people with an envie to roam. Mus’ be what drew me ta you.” He smiles at me again and I chuckle.

“Are you sure it wasn’t the fact that I was a weirdo staring at the water? Didn’t come over here to check me into a mental hospital or something?” I ask, smirking.

“Nah. Pretty lady with her head lost in the cypress? Nothin’ wrong wit’ dat.”

I feel my cheeks heat up and look away toward the trees again. “Thank you.”

“No problem, cher. I’m Benny.”

“Y/n,” I respond, offering my hand. He takes it and kisses the knuckles. His lips are a bit cold, but it’s pretty cool for August.

“Well, iss real nice meetin’ you, Y/n. You gonna be around town a few days?” he asks. Is he flirting with me?

“Maybe. The ‘envie to roam’ might kick up real soon.” Might not be anything here and I have to find a job soon. I have to find a distraction.

“Well, if you don’t roam before tonight, I could buy you a drink?”

I lick my bottom lip between my teeth and nod. What better way to look inconspicuous on a vamp hunt than to have drinks with a handsome man? “That’d be nice, Benny. I’ll meet you at the bar at 7?”

“I’d like that.”

He’d like that. Why would he? Why did he even want to talk to me?

I go anyway. He buys us beers. He's charming and funny, down to earth but not simple. I don't know if it's the quaint Louisiana backwoods of him or what, but he seems like a man out of time. Which should have been the first clue, but my Spidey-sense doesn't go off until he walks me to my car and leans in to kiss me.

It's nice and he's an amazing kisser, but the fact that he's kissing me?

My mind goes to Marco.

I whisper 'Cristo' when he pulls away, but he doesn't flinch, just looks at me a bit odd. "I didn't think I was that good a kisser you gotta call for the Lord, cher."

I nod and smile tightly. "Right. Uh...I had a nice night, Benny. You've got my number. Text me sometime," I ramble out a bit before I slide into my driver's seat and peel out of the parking lot. He must be the fang I'm looking for. Only explanation. It's the only reason he'd flirt with me, kiss me, why his lips were cold. Trying to get me alone so he can drink me or turn me.

I'll set a trap, get some dead man's blood, confirm what he is...Benny's big so maybe I should have some backup but at the end of the day, he's just one vamp and I've taken down bigger.

I'm trying to figure out a way to get some dead man's blood in this nowhere town when there's a knock on my motel door. I grab my gun and approach, looking through the peephole. I almost drop my gun.

Dean Winchester, or something that looks like him, is standing at my door.

“Open the door, Y/n!” It knows my name. “And put the piece away. You can test me as soon as you open up.”

It can’t be him. It can’t but...if anyone could claw his way back…

I open the door and stare blankly at him for a minute. “You...can’t...be.”

He smiles and steps inside. “You got some borax, holy water, silver knife?” I just stare for another few moments. “Okay, well, I got the knife,” he says, pulling out a knife I recognize and slicing it across his arm.

“How are you here?” I whisper.

“Long story,” he says, wrapping a handkerchief around his arm. “Borax?”

I swallow and rush to my duffel bag. After I splash him with cleaner and holy water, I hand him a towel. “It’s really you?”

“Yeah. It’s really me.” He sets the towel aside and licks his lips, grimacing at the taste of the borax. “I was sad when Sammy told me he hadn’t seen you all year.”

I shrug and look away. “I was keepin’ busy...he wasn’t.”

“How busy?” he asks.

“Busy enough.” Had a lot on my mind.

“Sam retired. You hear about that?”

“I assumed. He dropped off the face of the earth and left all the good cases for me.” I sit on the edge of the bed and look at my feet.

“He was in Texas.” He moves to stand over me, looking down. “You been hunting by yourself again?”

“Nothing new, Dean.” I shake my head. “The only time I wasn’t hunting solo was the few months I was with you and Sam. I’m good without backup.”

“But Sam shouldn’t have abandoned you to go play house with some chick in-”

“Does it really matter?” I look up and sigh. “He deserved a break.”

“No, he didn’t! I was in Purgatory and he just quit. At least you kept fighting.”

“I didn’t really have a choice.” I clear my throat and bite my bottom lip. "So you got out."

"Yep. I did."

"How'd you find me?" I ask.

"Friend found you for me...not that he was really looking." He clicks his tongue against his teeth and clears his throat. "So Sam and I just got done doin’ a wolf case in Michigan...got a few days probably...unless you got something-”

“I’m on a fang. If you wanted to-”

“How many victims?” he asks, a little too quickly.

“Well, none but someone I trust saw the thing. Just because they haven’t killed anyone yet doesn’t mean-”

“Y/n.” He grabs my chin and tilts my face up to look at him. He’s still so beautiful but there’s something primal in his eyes. “No body means no monster. You don’t need to be here.”

“I’m s-sure there’s a...there was this guy, B-Benny, he-”

“No, babe.”

“Guys don’t give me attention unless they have a motive, Dean.” I pull away from him and his eyes narrow at me and a chill goes down my spine. Not a good one, though. I’m fucking scared...of Dean. That primal look in his eyes is terrifying and I’ve faced down a lot scarier shit than him.

“Motive? What’s that supposed to-” His jaw ticks as he steps close and crowds me a bit. “You’re back on your bullshit about people not liking you, aren’t you?”

“I don’t get attention, Dean. Benny is just Marco part two.”

“Marco was sent after you, Y/n. Benny just found you.”

“Or I found him! Maybe he’s the one I was here looking for and-”

Dean reaches out and grabs my hair, making me gasp. “Benny is not your concern. No one’s died. You’re after nothing,” he practically growls at me.

“Okay!” I squeak and it’s pathetic...but he’s scaring the fuck outta me. What the hell? What happened to him while he was gone? “There’s nothing here.”

He lets go of my hair and sighs. “Why don’t you pack up and we’ll go meet up with Sam?”

“Dean...I don’t-”

“Y/n.” There’s a warning in his tone and I look away from him.

“Fine. Can we stay here tonight? I’m kinda exhausted.” I don’t wanna go anywhere with him acting like this. Maybe he’ll be less scary in the morning. Unlikely.

He sighs again, obviously annoyed with me, but he nods and pulls his jacket off. He tosses it at the chair in the corner and flops down onto the bed, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call Sam. Let him know.”

I nod and move to the other side of the bed, lying down and turning onto my side away from him.

All the questions I was running from, working to hide from, they all come flooding back as Dean settles into the bed with me. The questions bring friends. Why is he here? Why would he come here? Who found me for him? Why did he want me found? And why’s he being an asshole again?

Not just an asshole, but a scary asshole. And I don’t think I want to hunt with him like this. I’m uncomfortable. I’m anxious. I��m confused. I’m...sneaking out of bed while he sleeps and getting out of Louisiana. I’ll call Sam when I get some miles between me and Dean. I just can’t do this right now.

I know he hates it when I leave without saying ‘goodbye’ so I leave a note.

Then I leave. I make it to a convenience store in Meridian, Mississippi before I have to stop. I get bad mileage in this old car. I set the pump and head inside, grabbing a case of beer and a hand basket full of snacks. I drop them in the backseat and go around to the restrooms, hoping for something clean-ish. I push open the door, but I haven’t stepped into the room when a hand covers my mouth and I get forced into the room.

“Don’t fuckin’ scream.” It’s Dean. Fuck. At least the bathroom’s clean, I’m not grossed out when he presses me into the wall with his body. “The fuck do you think you’re doin’?”

He pulls his hand away from my mouth and I take a deep breath. “You’re scaring me, Dean,” I whisper.

“Oh, I’m scaring you?” he snaps, grabbing my shoulder and twisting me around to face him. His eyes are wild and full of rage. “You know I hate it when you disappear on me. You didn’t even stick around an hour before you left this time! Ya know, you’re always worried about how people don’t like you, but you’re the one that’s not givin’ anyone a chance to get close.”

“Dean, you’re being a dick. Why would I stick around when you’re scaring me?” My voice is squeaky, my body almost shaking. I can face monsters any day of the week, but I’m shaking over this man.

His face softens, his eyes losing a bit of their edge, and I think he’s gonna step back from me for a moment, but he doesn’t. He steps closer, leans his head down, hovers his lips over mine. Suddenly, I’m feeling a tingling lust between my thighs on top of the fearful shaking in my limbs. “Wasn’t tryin’ to be a dick, baby,” he whispers, his breath warming my lips. “Just spent a year in Purgatory. Came back a little...intense.”

“That’s an understatement.” My head’s getting a little dizzy as my heart thuds in my chest.

“Spent all that time missin’ you, wanting you, dreaming of burying my cock in your tight little cunt.” I gasp as he grabs my waist with one hand and braces himself against the wall next to my head with the other. “Intense isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Y/n.”

"Dean," I whimper. I want him. I always want him, but hearing those words...that he was thinking of me… "Why would you miss me?"

He rolls his eyes, and it's this aggressive thing that chills me. "You gotta stop this shit. I spent all those months buildin' you up, showin' you how much I appreciate you and all that work I put in...it's just gone?"

"Why?" I whisper before I can stop myself. His eyebrows come together and I close my eyes. "I'm not...worth...any-"

'Shut it!" he growls and I jolt against him, eyes opening and finding his. "You are worth everything I could ever fuckin' give you. I put the effort in because you deserve it, because I need you, Y/n. The last year of my life has been death and destruction, and fear and adrenaline, and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of makin' it back here to you and my brother. You're like family.”

‘Family’. I’m like...needs me? He-

I lean forward and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. My brain’s not working right, I’m overwhelmed and confused, but my body knows what I want. He groans and presses me harder into the wall, pushing my shirt up and grabbing my breasts over the bra. He drops his hands to the front of my jeans, popping open the button and sliding his hand into my underwear to cup my mound.

I suck his tongue into my mouth as he starts fingering me. He’s going a little rougher than he used to. That scary primal energy is translating into something...so sexy. “Oh, god,” I whisper as he works two fingers against my inner walls. “Shit! Dean, fuck!”

“You make the prettiest fuckin’ noises.” His voice rumbles in my ear, makes me clench around his fingers. “You gonna cum on my fingers, baby?”

I whine and grind against his fingers. I’m so close. God, he’s so good at making me feel good. “I’m gonna--Dean, I’m gonna--Don’t stop!”

“I’m gonna make you cum ‘til you can’t fuckin’ stand it, Y/n,” he promises, pressing the heel of his palm into my clit. I squeal as my toes curl in my shoes and my orgasm crashes over me. I don’t even have a chance to get my wits about me before he’s spun me around and pushed me over the sink. He yanks my pants down to my boots, but he tears my panties off. I hold back the shriek that wants to bubble up as the cotton rips at the sides. He starts sucking at the skin of my neck, digging his teeth into my shoulder as he fumbles with his belt and jeans. He knocks my knees apart and leans over me, sliding his cock along my slit a few times before he slides in all at once.

“Dean!”

He’s rough, fucks me hard, digs his fingertips into my waist, my boobs, my thighs. He bites into my shoulder through my shirt, punches air out of my lungs with each thrust. He moves a hand between my thighs to pluck at my clit and I scream as I cum again, but he’s not done. He’s making good on his promise to make me cum ‘til I can’t stand it, definitely ‘til I can’t stand, because my legs are shaking and weak, the sink is the only thing holding me up as he keeps going. How is he still going?

“Dean, please! I need--I need you--”

“What’d’you need?”

“Need to feel you fill me up,” I whimper. Oh, that’s stupid. I’m not on the pill. But why is it so hot?

He hisses and kisses my jaw and pinches my clit. “One more, Y/n. Gimme one more.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” he demands. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles on it, rolls my clit between his thumb and first finger. “Cum for me, one more time, cowgirl.” He moves faster, fucks me hard and plays with my clit more and I cum screaming into the mirror over the sink. “Good girl.” He moves his hand away from my clit and braces it against our reflection. He hammers into me, lasts another few thrusts before his breath catches as he cums, his cock twitching as he gasps in pulls of air. “Fuck. That was...so worth it.”

I don’t disagree. Fuck.

He pulls out, holds me up as he fixes his clothes, then moves to fix mine. He caresses my cheek and leans in to kiss me passionately. I’m a bit breathless when he pulls away. Intense. He’s definitely...intense.

“You changed,” I whisper. “Purgatory changed you.”

“Of course it did,” he responds, licking his lips. “But what are you, specifically, referring to?”

I look away. His eyes are too green, too hypnotic. “You were gentle before you left...almost awkward with me after Castiel made me kinda...pretty again?” I don’t know why that turned into a question.

“You were always pretty.” He bites his bottom lip and sighs. “Last time we were here, when you gave me your motel key...I was gentle then too, right? And that was way before Cas healed you. You’re right that I wasn’t awkward then, but I wasn’t tryin’ to build a relationship back then.”

My eyes go wide. “Relationship?” I squeak.

“Well, duh.” He seems amused by my shock. “What’d you think this was, Y/n? An extended one night stand?”

I shake my head. “I...I, um...relationship? What kind of-”

He shrugs and leans against the wall he originally pushed me into. “Why we gotta label it? It’s...I mean, I like you. You like me. We like bein’ around each other. We like fuckin’ each other.”

“Oh, for a second I thought you might be saying something real,” I snap. Thought he might want something like he had with...never mind. “You’re right. Why label what I mean to you?”

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “You comin’ with me or not?” he asks.

I swallow and bite the edge of my tongue. “Yeah. I guess. Since you chased me off from Clayton.”

He licks his lips. “Full disclosure, babe...there was a vamp in Clayton. Benny. Benny was a vamp, but he really approached you just because he thought you were hot and he’s not bad. Dude’s practically vegan.”

My eyes go wide. “I was right? And you know him?”

“It’s a long story,” he says again. “I met him in Purgatory. He helped me stay alive, helped me get free. Like I said, he’s a good guy and he hasn’t been a danger since before he got sent to Purgatory, okay?”

I blink at him a few times. “You…”

“Look, he’s the whole reason I knew where to find you, so you should be thankin’ him for callin’ me.”

“Wh--how’d he even know who I was?” I ask.

“Recognized you from my description.”

“You talked about me? To a...some fang?”

He steps close to me again. “I missed you. So I talked about you. So he recognized you and he called me.” He bites his bottom lip and reaches out to touch my cheek again. “Label or not...you’re important to me. Benny knows that.”

I lick my lips. “Okay...I guess?”

“I’ll tell Sam we’re comin’.” He starts to walk away but he stops at the bathroom door. “Don’t tell Sam about Benny. Please. Not yet. He’s not...we’re still gettin’ our footing. Please.”

I nod and push off from the sink. “Guess he doesn’t need to know yet.”

“Awesome. Let’s get out of here.” He reaches out and I take his hand and he pulls me out of the bathroom.

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years ago

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A Deep and Rapid River, Ch. 11

<- Chapter 10

Summary: The end of a journey and the start of a new one

The world was beautiful—bright blue skies stretched overhead with a few lazy white cotton puffs drifting unhurriedly through and topping distant snow-covered peaks. Insects fluttered and chirped in the afternoon heat from the tall grass that lined the dirt road at the center of town, where tiny white and yellow flowers bloomed. Inside the gloomy church, you hadn't even noticed what was waiting just outside.

It was not a peaceful summer day, however. Word travels fast in a small village, though not always well or with accuracy, and a general chaos turns in the air—villagers carrying buckets of water clamor toward the smoke and others, still screaming, clamor to get away. It won’t be long before men with muskets come to hunt the great beast who had caused the calamity and abducted a bride from her wedding.

A large but fast warmblood waits, loosely tied to post just outside the church door. You could swear you’ve seen it somewhere before.

The creature sets you on its back side-saddle, before climbing on behind you and spurring the horse to a gallop. Behind you, a handful of villagers stare after you in shock.

“We shall be long gone before they recover enough to come after us,” he says, a laugh brightening the edges of his voice. You grin into the wind, fingers grasping at a handful of chestnut mane. You’re both exhilarated, and can hardly believe what just happened.

As you continue down the road, reality has to catch up sooner or later. Fear creeps back into your mind.

“Where are we going? What will we do?!”

“Are you not happy? You came with me of your own accord...”

“Of course I’m happy! “Of course I’m happy! You rescued me from that nightmare.” You’re not sure how to show your affection while trying not to fall off a galloping horse, so you nuzzle your face against the arm he has wrapped around you. “Only, we still have the same problem we had yesterday,” you frown.

“In truth, I may have wallowed and wasted away in self-pity, doubting if interference on my part was wanted, but I was encouraged to action. There is something that may assuage some of your apprehension.”

He slows the horse and turns its reins down a narrow path into the forest, barely visible from the road. You ride for several minutes, ducking sharp branches that tug at your dress, winding through the undergrowth until it opens up upon a small clearing at the edge of the river. The water is cool and clear, far calmer than the angry brown churning that overflowed the banks in the spring.

“This is where we first met, isn’t it?”

He slides himself off the saddle and lands softly in the tall grass. Taking the reins under the animal’s chin, he leads you toward a figure waiting at the far side of the meadow, under the dappled shade where the forest line hangs just over the riverbank. A smaller horse grazes idly beside them. He raises a large hand and waves to them. The figure waves back, mahogany curls bouncing with the movement, the light catching on their long, fussy sleeves.

It couldn’t be.

“Stop where you are!” she barks as the creature approaches too close. “Fifteen feet, remember our deal?” She holds up a hand in front of her eyes and squeezes them shut as if to erase him from her vision.

“Bess?” you stammer.

She looks up at you with big brown eyes and smiles. “Sorry for missing your wedding. I heard it sucked.”

You jump off the horse and nearly knock her her flat with the force of your hug. “What are you doing here? How did? What? And you didn’t—” your mouth is running at a million miles a minute yet you can’t quite manage to articulate words.

“Alright, alright,” she pats your back. “I am astonishing, I know.” She steps back and gestures to a large leather saddle bag next to her on the ground. “While everyone was distracted, I packed everything you’ll need to survive. Baked some hardtack special for you, so you shouldn’t starve for at least a month, though I recommend foraging something to supplement it.”

“This… this was your idea?” Your jaw hangs open. “But I… But you...” Your open jaw wobbles in disbelief, your last memory of Bess wide-eyed with terror and screaming.

She tucks a hand on her hip and looks aside. “I saw what I saw, and I was shocked. Frankly, it would have been a lot to process even without a damned—whatever you call him—involved. I didn’t say anything of course, but it was distressing. I didn’t know what to think. That you were cavorting with the legions of Hell after all? Then I recalled your strange behavior of late—your distraction, your mysterious smiles and contented sighs. Always hiding away in that barn yet refusing any aid with your chores. After I could breathe again it was not difficult to put together. I’m not a dummy, dummy,” she smiles.

“Suddenly they were forcing you to marry Ferdinand. I knew you would never do so willingly, but I had no power to stop their machinations. I didn't know what to do, so on a hunch, I checked your barn and found this brute curled on the floor with ten cats, weeping into one of your chemises. Thus I recruited him to my aid.”

The creature steps forward and gestures a large hand toward Bess in a friendly manner. “It was she who secured the horse and supplies, and who suggested—”

Bess waves him away sharply, clamping a hand over her eyes. “I’m sorry, guy, I cannot even look at you.” She shudders deep and sickeningly to her core. “You are fucking crazy,” she says to you, “I don’t get it. But this fellow makes you happy, doesn’t he?” You nod. “Then I am happy for you. This town has been a prison for you ever since we were children; I watched it draining your life, your dreams. So take your scary boyfriend and get out of here!”

Tears sting the back of your eyes. The creature was right—all along, Bess would have understood. Instead of confiding in a friend, you let fear lead you by the nose into a trap from which the two of them busted you out just before the door could snap shut behind you forever.

“I should have told you.” You wipe your eyes, laughing softly. “I’m an idiot.”

“No…” she coos soothingly, with some hesitation. “Well, yes. A little. But we love you.” She makes a visor over her brow with her hand and points in the general direction the massive, ominously looming creature is standing. “He loves you quite a lot, you know.”

“I know,” you smile, blessing him with a gaze affectionately returned (though he keeps his distance from the flighty Bess, occupying himself by packing up the horse). “He’s wonderful.”

“It takes all types,” she shakes her head. “Alright then,” she clears her throat, steeling herself, “Ride as hard as you can until you reach the next town. Blake is our fastest, strongest horse and should be able to bear the weight for a sprint of that distance. That should be enough of a head start to then disappear on foot, especially if nobody knows your intended destination is Geneva. If you would be so kind as to return the horse to the livery stable there—it is run by my cousin, and he won’t ask any questions. When you reach your destination, I expect a letter or I’ll think you’re dead.”

“You’re not coming with us?”

Her eyes grow wet. “It isn’t my journey. This place is not so much a cage for me as it has been for you. Though one day, I hope, we shall meet again.”

“I will miss you.” Your lower lips quivers with unspoken sorrow. She hugs you fiercely and protectively one last time before pulling back with a sniffle.

“Now go on! You must hurry before they come looking for you.”

The creature reaches down a hand. You clasp it, warm and strong in its grip, and he pulls you up onto the back of the muscular horse. Bess waves, running after you on foot as he kicks the horse into a brisk canter. “Don’t forget that letter!”

Tears stream down your face as you turn in the saddle and watch Bess and the river grow smaller and smaller, and eventually be swallowed up by the forest. You inhale deeply and let out a long, shaking breath.

“Are you all right?” the creature’s question vibrates in his chest, pressed to your back.

“Yeah.”

He is silent for awhile. The wild exhilaration of your escape from the church has withered and been replaced by a mournful determination to move forward. To begin new lives. The reality is not so glamorous as you reminisce on all the things you are leaving behind—Bess, Edelweiss, your flock of chickens and barn cats, the moss-covered boulders that were your secret place since childhood—yet you are ready to build that new life, whatever challenges lie ahead. You’ll have the best help one can hope for.

You let your weight shift back so your head rests against the creature’s chest. His long black hair flutters around you in the wind. He leans down and presses gentle kisses on your hair and your shoulders, and a comforting warmth spreads beneath your skin. You feel safe and cared for.

“Do you hate me? You must hate me,” you murmur into the wind, but his sharp ears pick up every word.

“I love you,” his chest rumbles. “You are my life, as much as the air that fills my lungs. Why should I hate you?”

“I was useless. I gave up. I was so terrified, I gave up on us. How can you ever forgive me?”

“You saved my wretched life long ago, dear angel.” He holds the reins in one fist, and slides his other hand under your arm, caressing your side and splaying out his fingers over your belly, smoothing the fabric of the gown. The gesture is warm and possessive, and keeps you secure on the speeding horse as you melt into him, intoxicated by his touch. “You dragged me out of misery into the light—cared for me with patience and love I never believed myself deserving of. You stood beside me and tended my wounds of both flesh and of my soul. Your company alone is a gift of which I was made unworthy. I have always wanted to thank you for saving me.”

“Now we’re even, huh?” you laugh.

“No,” he replies softly and insistently. “I think I would like to continue paying you back.”

The hand he had rested on your belly glides up to tip your chin toward him, and he presses a precarious kiss to your lips. A small jolt of hooves over the terrain sends you clutching for mane, but his steady hand darts back around your waist to keep you balanced.

“I will have to exact more payment once we have arrived on solid ground yet again,” you promise sinfully, resting a hand over his and squeezing it. “I want to kiss all of the scars on your handsome face.”

His chest vibrates with an eager hum of anticipation.

As you ride away from your old life, you feel something changing deep in your bones. You are already farther from your home than you have ever been, and ahead of you is the wide horizon of blue skies speared by sharp mountain peaks. You look up at the closest mountain to the road. It is not one you think you have seen before, although its shape is hauntingly familiar, like the face of a childhood friend, after years of separation, as an adult.

“What mountain is that?” You point to it.

“It is the white-crested peak of the great mountain that overlooks your town. The one I greatly admired from the window of the hayloft. We face its west slope, now.”

A wave of excitement for the future surges through you like electricity. What will your life look like from a fresh angle?

#frankenstein #frankenstein's creature #the creature x reader #monster x reader #fluff #epilogue #TeamBess #AND THERE YOU HAVE IT #IT'S FINISHED #I actually have so many more ideas and them leaving is just the springboard #but idk if I'll ever get around to writing them or not #so here is where it ends for now #my writing

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nomoregoldfish · 4 years ago

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Imagine saving Amado from a cartel fight & him returning favor later (1/2)

Set in 2x09, besides the DEA squad, other cartels also have the motive to interfere the 70 tons shipment. Amado's in danger, and it’s up to you to save him. P.S. I’m really curious about how he got the scar breaking his brow. Read more Imagine Amado here.

You're a cashier working at the nearest gas station next to the cartel's new airport in Juaréz.

During one of your night shifts, an injured man rushes in and asks for first-aid kit. His head's bleeding, looks really scary.

You recognize the man even with blood stain on his face. Because you're a natural observer. You watch people come and go every single day. Of course you're gonna notice someone new with weird accent who frequently drives by.

He usually keeps things simple, always paying cash, maybe picking a pack of Marlboro or two.

As more workers come by, you quickly learn there's a new large construction site nearby, more trucks, more people, which are good for the business.

It's not long before you connect the dots and find out the new guy is sort of in charge of construction site, and it's cartel business. He must be someone important.

Bit by bit, with rumors and other intelligence you gather, you learn his name (including a stupid nickname), his position, etc. What can you say, policemen also need to fill up gas and they love gossip whenever they have a break.

"WTF are you staring at? Bring me the fucking bandage." He'd probably think you're terrified being held at gunpoint. But you have other plans.

You tear his black shirt apart, making a strip to wrap up the wound on his forehead as fast as you can.

"You don't have time for that. Your black Chevrolet is still outside, whoever messes up your handsome face will be here soon. Listen, I don't want to be some cartel war casualty. You can pull the trigger right now but it wouldn't help. You need to go..."

He stops you, "You're not stupid, uh? Very good. You think whoever chases me would spare you when they see the blood drops leading to your counter, even if I were gone? They'd burn this dinky place to the ground then what'd happen to your pretty face?"

Amado Carrillo Fuentes has a point, a good one. He's really lived up to his street reputation, the fucking brain of the cartel. You're not disappointed.

The man in black quickly comes up with a plan. And you're gonna the one who execute it.

"You're narcos, right? No need to feel guilty. I do it to save my own life." You tease him when you cut your finger for more blood drops, making it look like the wounded man stumbles into the stockroom at the back. Yet the man himself hides beneath your counter. It's a very awkward posture with his long legs in such a narrow space.

Basically you have the second most powerful man in Juaréz on his knees, willingly.

"Wait a second." You run out to his car, tossing things out, breaking windows.

"You enjoy making a real mess with my car, don't you? You little shit." Amado half-jokes.

"Oh, señor, I just stick to your plan." You wink at him. In the moment of life and death, you appreciate Amado's sense of humor.

You ask why he doesn't call backup, joking that he'd better have plan b, even plan c, in case you screw up.

"I'd not have ended up here facing your pussy if I had plan b. Lots of local knuckleheads rattled after... Acosta died, you know him, right?" The tall man explains from below, his fucking nose is technically inches away from your private part.

The Gulf cartel guys are easy to spot with their noisy pickups. With half a dozen armed guys approaching, you can only pray that they are as dumb as Amado mentioned.

You start playing this innocent, helpless, terrified little girl who works at the gas station. You show them Amado's car, then the empty stockroom with more blood stains.

"The gringos took him! They searched his car, and yelled where are the 70 tons of something. Please, please, don't hurt me. I swear to God, I don't know what they're talking about. They kept asking the 70 tons. Then they grabbed him to their car, giving me a 20 to keep my mouth shut."

You even have a crumpled dollar bill ready in the pocket to show them. It's so intense, you can feel Amado's heavy breath underneath your miniskirt. The peril and heat make adrenaline pump into your blood. Both of your lives depends on how well you lie.

One guy that seems to be their leader is skeptical. But after another guy whispers something in his ear, he signals other men to lower their weapons.

You pretend sobbing, shivering, like you're really scared. And the Gulf guys eventually buy it after their search turns to nothing.

The Gulf cartel jerks are GONE.

You close up. Then help Amado get up, he's turning pale due to the loss of blood. You manage to hold him to the stockroom, make him rest on the broken sofa.

You wish you could enjoy straddling Amado while him being topless for a little longer.

Not now. You carefully clean his wound. It'd leave a long scar on his brow but fortunately it's not a deep cut.

Amado makes almost no noise when you stitch him up, only grabbing your thighs involuntarily. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No worries." You smile, "You'll be ugly for about six months, then you'll be back in the game."

You pat him on his wounded face. Fuck, Amado's still a good-looking man.

"Muchas gracias. You're amazing out there." Amado's big hands are still on your bare thighs, "Since you already know who I am, let me know what you want, I'll return the favor. You know, with all the money from the 70 tons."

You laugh, joking that the more cartel secrets him telling you, the more quickly he'd get you killed.

When things finally settle that night, you drive Amado to his place.

On the road, you can't help but ask him why he looked sad earlier when he mentioned Acosta.

"Now you wanna learn more cartel secrets?" He jokes if you're one of the poor peasants Acosta paid for school or your mama's knee surgery. Maybe it's what you and him just went through, the tough guy becomes a bit soft. Amado starts telling you the stories between the new guy and el jefe of Juaréz cartel.

"Former jefe," You correct him.

Amado's caught off guard. You probably shouldn't say anything about the biggest drug lord in the state, you continue anyway, "Now you only need to take out one guy. How do I know Rafael Aguilar Guajardo? The police's been taking from us for years."

Amado leaves you his gold chain, promises he'll be back. You snatch his favorite sunglasses hanging on the chain. Put them on, wave him goodbye.

"Not cool, you little thief!"

#narcos mexico #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos imagine #imagine amado

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moody-bloosh · 5 years ago

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Hi, I'm a huge fan of your writing! I was wondering if you could do #25 with bruno if you haven't already. Also sorry if its worded weirdly. I have never requested anything to anyone before. 🥴

ASDNKALSD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! And of course you can! Don’t worry I understood you perfectly

content warning: yandere, medicine tampering, homicide, obsessive!reader, mind break

vice grip (Bruno Buccellati)

His hand was wrapped around your own, holding you safe and secure as he guided you through the streets. The moon illuminated his form, and for a second you wondered how anyone could be as beautiful, as lovely as him. He takes you through winding staircases, shambling sidewalks, and then a dark alley. Coaxing you into the shadows, you stifled your heavy breathing as a group of heavily armed men ran past your hiding spot. You and Bruno stay still for a few more seconds before he finally deems it safe enough to leave.

So the escape and his mission was successful. But what would you do now? You certainly couldn’t go back to that hellhole. You sneak a glance at Bruno once again, the strange man who had stumbled into your life and set everything ablaze. You honestly didn’t know what to make of him. You still didn’t understand why you decided to help him.

“You…you should have left me back there.”

He turned to you then, eyes wide with surprise at your sudden confession. Your cheeks flush as you realize that you’d voiced your thoughts aloud and upon realizing that you were still holding his hand, you let go.

“I-I mean, why…why did you even take me with you? It would have been easier for you to escape if you’d left me back there, you didn’t need to take someone useless like me. S-so why?”

“Because you looked like you wanted to leave that place,” he answers, as if he’s stating a common truth. “And besides, they would have killed you for helping me.”

“B-but…I-” Your voice crests around the words you want to say but you never really let it leave your lips, it hangs in the air.

I’m nothing.

Bruno regards you for a tense moment, he takes in the bruises, the trembling. When he takes a step forward, you flinch on instinct. This is enough to make him reconsider his approach. He hesitates before he offers you his hand instead. You consider the gesture, looking at his hand first before you look into his eyes. They are so sincere, so genuine, so different from what you are used to. When he holds out his hand to you, you don’t hesitate, not after you’ve seen the resolve in his eyes. You take his hand.

This was the beginning of your obsession with Bruno Buccellati.

From that day on, you serve Bruno with undying devotion. You adore him, you worship him. Because he is the only person who has looked at you as if you are someone of worth, someone who is enough, someone who can still be fixed. He lets you stay in the spare room at his house. He even goes as far as to give you a spot in his team The whole time he was introducing you to the team, you clung to Bruno like a petulant child. Although he had already assured you that he had informed them about you and your situation, it seemed like some of your teammates still insisted on asking you questions that you were too uncomfortable to answer. You keep silent the whole meal, ignoring their questions and averting your gaze from them. Soon they get the message.

Your everything is devoted to Bruno, how could you waste your breath on others?

“You didn’t talk much today,” Bruno mused aloud on the way home. “I’m sure the others wanted to get to know you and I think it would be nice if you made friends too.”

“I don’t need anyone,” you’d answered stubbornly, your grip on his hand tightening instinctively. “All I need is you, no one else matters.”

He’d given you a fond little half smile and then gently, kindly, he patted your head. “As a new member of the team, I’d very much like it if you at least tried to have a cordial relationship with the others.”

When you don’t reply, opting to purse your lips stubbornly in a little pout he chuckled.

“Oh, _____, what am I to do with you?”

The next day, when Bruno takes you to the restaurant with the others, you resolve to at least attempt to respond to their questions. Thankfully, you only needed to entertain Narancia and Mista’s questions. Abbacchio and Fugo had been kind enough not to pry. Really, the only reason you’d done it was because you wanted Bruno to praise you on the way home. Not because you had sincerely mulled over the little talk you had with Bruno yesterday and thought that maybe if they were friends with Bruno they weren’t all that bad. Really, really, you just wanted his praise.

Really.

Well, whatever your reason was, before you knew it you had some people you would probably consider your friends. Naturally, you are thankful to Bruno for introducing these people into your life, from bringing color to your monochrome world. One day, you catch yourself smiling as you enjoy a meal with the rest of the team. You quickly cover your mouth. You only smiled in front of Bruno, so why… Guiltily, your eyes met Bruno’s, your heart sinks. His eyes are cold for just a moment, perhaps it was your imagination. There was no way Bruno could be capable of such a cruel look. No way. No way… He takes a sip of his wine as he gives you a small smile. It reassures you enough that you are able to force away the memory of his cold glare in the back of your mind.

You force yourself to think of other things, like how you want to be more useful to Bruno. How you don’t want to cause him any unnecessary burden. You want to make his life easier and you know that you’re not making his life any easier by living in his home free of charge. And you are aware that you’re not exactly the easiest person to be around, given your fragile mental state. You just wanted to be of even more use him.

So don’t look at me like that, Bruno.

“Th-the others they helped me find a place, an apartment just a few blocks from here. They said it’d help me get back on my feet. That by learning to be more independent, I won’t be causing you any more unnecessary burden so…”

Ah, it was back. That terrifying look in his eyes. You hated it. You hated it. It was so frightening, so scary, so unlike him. He looked just like them. Oh god, was he going to hit you? Was he going to- you blink when he caresses your cheek and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m happy for you,” he says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

That week he is all smiles as he helps you pack your things but there is something in the pit of your stomach that warns you not to be fooled by his nonchalant attitude. His smile truly was a double-edged sword. He pushes the bags in your hands, he opens the door for you, he doesn’t even look at you. Later he will tell you it’s because he thought you wanted to be independent. You think that he just doesn’t know any better but he knows full well that this does to you. When you get to the apartment, you are more than unhinged. Did you take your medicine today? Bruno would always be there to remind you but today he’d been so detached… He’d handed you a pill in the morning but it looked strange… No, stop. Stop thinking of him.

He obviously won’t be thinking about you.

You flinch, startling the landlady. When she asks you if you are alright you anxiously nod. You can’t fuck this up. You can’t fuck this up. Not after the others had worked so hard to help you get here. Not after… She offers to give you a tour of the building. And you thank her mechanically maybe this will get your mind off Bruno. Your throat is oddly dry. God, you can’t even think.

Did you think you were special? Did you think you were important to him?

How dare that landlady speak to you in this way. She didn’t know anything about you and Bruno. She didn’t know how strongly you felt about Bruno. She didn’t see the way he looked at you. She didn’t know the way he held your hand.

“S-shut up,” you whispered weakly but loud enough to catch the landlady’s attention.

“Pardon me?”

There was something about the way she looked at you, you hated it. As if she were looking down on you, as if she knew something you didn’t. Her worried glance seemed warped in your eyes, as if you were viewing her through a funhouse mirror, you saw a wicked glimmer in place of the concerned look in her eyes.

I bet Bruno is with someone else right now. Someone who isn’t a burden, someone who isn’t useless, someone who isn’t broken like you.

“S-shut up! Shut up!” You shrieked, cutting her off. “Y-you’re trying to make me jealous, s-stop it!”

“D-dear please, I’m not doing anything of that sort. I-I haven’t even said anything.”

“Don’t lie to me! You’re jealous of me and Bruno, aren’t you? You made me get this apartment so you can sneak off to be with him!”

“W-who?”

At that, you had tackled her. Her head hits the floor ungracefully but you don’t relent. Grabbing the hapless landlady by her collar, you snapped at her, “I won’t let you take him away from me, he’s mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. He’s mine, okay? So…so be a good girl and go away, okay?”

She was crying, calling out for help. But at this time of the night, and in this part of town, it would be a miracle if anyone would even lift a finger.

Like that night so long ago, you are running. But this time, there is no Bruno and the only thing you are running away from can’t even give chase. You’d made damn sure of that. Oh the poor thing, would anyone even be able to identify her after what you’d done to them? You stumble through the streets, the blood on your hands already drying. You feel so alone, so alone, so lonely, so sad. When you finally catch sight of his door, you don’t hesitate. You pound on his door, crying, shaking, begging. You’ve made a mistake, such a horrible mistake. How could you think that you could leave him?

He’s already made it so that you can’t live without him.

The door opens and there he was. Brows knit in concern, his eyes finally meeting yours after so long. You latch onto him before he can even say a word. Your bloody clothes taint his clean ones. You are dirty but he holds you tightly, as if nothing is wrong.

“I-I’m sorry Bruno,” you ramble incoherently into his shirt. “I-I didn’t mean to. I’m so so sorry. I was wrong, wrong to leave. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to kill her.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he cooes, “it’ll be alright. I’m here for you, I’ll be here for you no matter what, _____.”

So only look at me. Devote your whole being to me again.

Pulling at your strings so well, you were none the wiser to his scheme. This was your place, right beside him. He’d made damn sure of that when he’d messed with your medicine, toying with the dosage little by little until you would do the job for him.

Oh, don’t need to worry your pretty little head about the specifics. Don’t worry, you can stay with him again. Now, wouldn’t you like that? Doesn’t it feel like before? Trust in him, rely on him.

Let him love you, dear. It will be easier that way. We don’t want a repeat of last time now, don’t we?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #bruno buccellati #bruno buccellati x reader #vento aureo #golden wind #play #side b

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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A Little Ass and A Lotta Sass: Chapter 7: Pulling Out All the Stops...Did He REALLY Think That Would Work?

Seriously, I was locked in the terrifying gaze of Negan’s eyes and I was very, very curious as to how I’d NEVER really allowed myself to contemplate how fucking scary he could be. I must have made some sort of noise, or maybe I flinched, all I know is that I did SOMETHING without realizing it and it broke the fierceness of his attention on me. It did not, however, remove the rampant hard on that he was STILL sporting. Shit.

I felt the breath come back into my lungs, had I been holding my fucking breath? When he cupped my cheek, after he yanked the glove off his hand with his teeth, I found myself leaning into his touch. I should be biting him, a part of me screamed, anything to get away from him. The other part of me, the one that actually controlled my body, didn’t agree apparently. I felt his sigh, and his lips kissing my forehead. I felt his entire body begin to relax, and let out another long breath.

Rule Number 1: Laughing at Negan during sexy fun times is a NO NO. Huge no. Let’s not play with that version of fire, at least not yet.

He finally pulled away from me, and I realized that Dad had wandered off during the standoff. I found myself curious as to how long it had lasted. “Rick has the worst timing in the entire motherfucking world.” He leaned against the wall beside me, watching my profile. “Come back with me, Callie, and we’ll never be interrupted again.” He was laying the temptation on thick now.

I smirked. He truly didn’t know me. Really, truly had no fucking idea how bad my luck was at getting caught and being interrupted. Seriously. “And if we were interrupted, I’m sure someone would be punished for it.”

I closed my eyes, realizing that it was more true than I could have allowed myself to believe. The man beside me, so close I could still feel the heat pouring off of him, was exactly the type to kill or maim someone who got between him and his wants. I wondered if that included me, if I had the audacity to walk in on him and one of his other women? Would I be punished so severely that I’d wish I were dead? Or would he mark me, a more permanent reminder than a love bruise on my neck? I’d seen the man who had worn Daryl’s vest with his half ruined face. I heard from Carl’s story of his tour of Negan’s abode what made a face look like that.

“Callie,” it was a cross between a groan and a sigh. “I’m willing to give your people their freedom, or at least most of it. I’m willing to give them peace. For you. Hell, I gave back the redneck because your dad seems so attached.” I knew he was being honest, but to me, it just wasn’t enough of an incentive. “Do you want me to be completely fucking different? Want me to fucking give up my entire life for you? Cause you’re hot as shit, baby doll, but that’s a bridge too fucking far.”

I rolled my eyes, still not looking at him. I didn’t want him to change entirely. There were definitely some very attractive parts of him that I was becoming more than slightly accustomed to. Yet, there were a few things that I couldn’t live with being a part of. ONE huge one, actually. “If I wanted a man to bend completely to my will, I think I would have picked Spencer Monroe.” I huffed out a breath. “You know, the weak and trainable type?” I heard him give a snort. “I don’t want you to be COMPLETELY different, Negan. I just don’t want certain aspects of your lifestyle to be included in mine.” There, I thought, a rational argument for why I couldn’t just pack up and go.

I felt his fingers touch my neck, brushing the skin and feeling the goosebumps develop from his touch. “One part,” it wasn’t a question, so I figured he was coming to the right conclusion. “The others?” Or not, I realized when he ended that part with the question mark dangling.

I finally turned my head to look up at him. “The others.” I answered. “It’s probably not fair, in your mind, that I disagree with your current relationship status. Especially since I’m basically a bartering tool. But it does. And I can’t, no I won’t go there knowing that if I piss you off, or if I’m not in the mood, you’ve got a pack of skittles worth of others to divert you until I become more accommodating.” He was studying me, listening to what I was trying to say. “Look, I know how women act, especially if there’s one alpha male that is releasing ALL the pheromones in the fucking place. They can be more fucking hateful and spite filled than you, your little bat there, and all the guards you have running around like a biker version of the Secret Service.” Vicious, that’s what women like those he was collecting could be, or were, judging by the way he seemed to get exactly what I was saying. “I’d rather piss you off a million times by saying ‘no’ to going back with you, than have to put up with a bunch of possessive bitches who got there first.”

He chuckled, not without a hint of mirth, but also not as boisterous as when he found me funnier than usual. “I can’t deny that they are a handful.” He seemed to be recalling some of their less attractive moments. “They serve a purpose, Callie.” Seeing me roll my eyes at the purpose I imagined, he took my hand in his to get my attention refocused. “Not just fucking, Jesus woman. Most of them I offered to join me to get their men in line.” I noticed he said ‘most’ and not ‘all’ He clearly saw my glare forming. “Yes, the others propositioned me. I won’t deny it, it’s nice to have variety.” My glare was becoming more furious by the minute. “Hey, calm the fuck down. What I’m saying, and clearly fucking not getting through to you, is that not a single one of them is you. I didn’t give up a single fucking thing to get them. Not one. I may keep them in the lap of luxury, but that shit doesn’t really cost me a fucking thing. You, Callie? I’m willing to fucking give up all THIS.” He gestured around us, at the house we were standing in, and knew he meant the entire community. “For you. To take you back and get fucking lost in you.”

I considered what he was saying. I sort of understood. I still didn’t fucking like it. “I’m going to have to-”

“Take more fucking time.” He finished for me, running a frustrated hand down his face again. “Of course you are. It couldn’t possibly become fucking simple now could it?” I stared at him. He truly looked, was that, no. He looked tortured by it. Well, fuck, that’s a new power for me to add to the growing list. I could fucking torture Negan without laying a finger on him.

“You know,” I turned my entire body to him and gave him a small smile. “I’d fucking LOVE to be able to send you off with a bang, on my bed, upstairs.” I saw his dimples come out to play at the mere thought of it. “But some raging asshole with an ego the size of my house stole the bed, and the mattress. And not just mine, every fucking one’s.” Cold water, without a drop of rain, right over top of his fucking head and hope.

He groaned, and reached down for the bat. “I guess I’m gonna have to have a talk with that asshole.” He looked at the bat, almost lovingly, and I wondered if I’d start to feel jealous of a piece of fucking wood. “Lucille and I will go, I guess.”

Wait, did he name his fucking bat? “Lucille?” I choked out, trying desperately not to laugh. “The bat has a name?”

He smiled down at me. “Fuck yeah, she’s got a name.” He held ‘her’ out for my inspection. I was fucking thankful that she was clean, with no noticeable part of my family still showing. “Lucille, meet Callie. Callie, meet Lucille.” I glanced up at him, hoping he wasn’t so fucking crazy as to expect me to actually talk to the fucking thing. “My two dirty girls.” He winked and then whistling he left.

What the literal fuck? He had to be crazy. Had to be a fucking certifiable lunatic. And of course ,I, Callie Grimes, mistress of logic and reasoning, had to find him sexy as hell. Shaking my head, I wandered back upstairs, thinking about the latest meeting with Negan and what he’d told me. And tried, beyond reasonable doubt, to convince myself that going away with a man who thought women were bargaining chips to keep others in line and that a bat had a personality, was actually a good fucking idea.

How much time did it take for the Big Bad Wolf to come calling again? Two days. Seriously, I had to wonder if he drove back to home base, showered, changed his fucking clothes, and drove all the way back to Alexandria.

Judith and I were rocking on the porch when he approached this time. I nearly laughed at the absolute certainty that Judith would be a far more effective cock block than Dad had been. Especially since she’d be here from the first moment he locked eyes on me.

“That is a fuckin’ picture I want framed.” He greeted me, taking in me and my baby sister. “Fuck, you’re going to be an amazing mama, Callie.” A mother? Well that escalated quickly.

“I think you’re putting the cart way before the fucking horse there, Negan.” I answered, bouncing Judith as I rocked. “Unless you’re thinking of me and some other guy, YEARS from now.”

I saw his eyes squint at the mention of me and someone else, but then his smile was back, like he knew something I didn’t. “Actually, I’m pretty fucking certain that there’s already a chance that you’re possibly halfway, or already there, darlin’.” His dimples seemed to deepen at what I could only imagine was my confused expression. “Think about it, princess, think about it.”

What the fuck was he-shit. Fuck. Well, god-fucking-damn it. I huffed out a sigh as I heard his laughter. The boisterous one. That fucking asshole. Although, actually it had been both of us to absolutely fuck up. Shit.

“How do you know I’m not on any-” I started and his laughter grew. Dickhead.

“Callie, didn’t Carl tell you why he tried to fucking shoot us that first day?” His eyes were actually fucking twinkling at me in amusement. “Must have missed that story, huh? Your sweet baby brother was trying to stop us, me from taking your medical supply.” Shit, fuck, damn it. “Do you really think my fucking guys don’t know what birth control looks like? I mean, they may look stupid, but they’re not.”

“That doesn’t mean-” I considered which way to go with my statement. It doesn’t mean I didn’t have a secret stash of birth control. It doesn’t mean I don’t have an IUD that I got years earlier. It doesn’t mean that there’s the spawn of the spawn of Satan growing in me after one fucking time.

“It doesn’t mean that you’re not, either.” He offered. And I swear to fucking hell he looked like a cat that ate a fucking canary. “When you find out you are, I HAVE to be with you when you tell Rick. That’s a fucking given. I HAVE to see his face when he realizes his first fucking grand-baby is mine.’

I rolled my eyes. “You’re going to be disappointed.” I said, noticing that Judith was watching him with rapt attention. Dear lord, he was like her new favorite toy. “You’re just trying to confuse me with this bullshit, the odds are truly not in your favor.”

He held out his hands to Judith after carefully putting Lucille (did I honestly just use the bat’s name?) down against the banister. And my baby sister, like a true traitor nearly fucking jumped into his arms. He chuckled and kissed her soft hair. Then he took the rocker next to mine, almost like that second time he’d come to Alexandria. “I won’t lie,” his voice was careful, careful to keep Judith feeling warm and fuzzy toward him. “It’d fucking tickle my balls for you to be pregnant with my kid. Like really fucking tickle them. And not just to piss dear old Dad off.” I felt his stare as I was looking over the street in front of us. “You and me? Fuck, that kid would get started off fucking right.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that had built. Jesus. My mouth and his, on a child. That poor kid. Or rather, anybody who had the misfortune to meet that fucking kid. “I think I’ve just been terrified out of ever wanting kids. With anyone.” I smiled at him and his grin held firm. “Dear God, just imagine that.”

“Oh, I have.” He kissed Judith on her tiny nose. “I fucking have.”

#negan x ofc #the walking dead #Smut

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 4 years ago

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Their Hero Academia: Once Upon a Time

Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic! Earlier chapters can be found here

Once upon a time, in a far off land, there lived a boy named Isamu. He was tall and he was kind and he was known for being extraordinarily fleet of foot. It was said that he had a kind word for everyone, though he was possessed of a nervous disposition, given to jumping at the slightest surprise. But in spite of that, he was quick to speak up for those in need and quick to rush to the aid of others.

In other times, he might have been a knight, a protector of the realm, so great was his desire for to help others. But that was an impossible thing, because he was a commoner. He had no noble lineage and parents were ordinary people. It had been said in times past that the common folk could earn knighthood by special deed, but in his small town, it seemed as though that would never happen. Isamu fully expected to live out a normal, happy life, free from the troubles and adventures that had once plagued the land.

But fate often has a way of proving such beliefs wrong, as Isamu would find out one summer day.

***

His parents had sent him to the neighboring larger city to sell some of their wares and it had been a good day. Isamu was ready to return home and his pack was lighter by far but his coin purse heavier. Just as he finished tying together the bundle of his pack, an ugly voice split the air.

“Give us your purse and we won’t hurt you. Much.”

His eyes instantly went to the source of the voice. Two big men, both of rough and dangerous, had cornered a girl about his age and had her blocked against a wall. She wore a hooded cloak, despite the summer heat, but from what he could see, she was pale and very slight. There would be very little that she could do to defend herself.

He looked around. No one was paying them any attention. It was just one more facet of life in a bigger city, he guessed. People said it happened all the time. People said things like “somebody ought to do something about it.” But right now, there weren’t even any members of the city watch around.

He should have just kept walking. It was none of his business. This was just the way of the world sometimes. No one would have blamed him. Both of the men had muscles he could only dream about and both were armed, carrying knives that looked like they had not been cleaned in some time. He was just a gangly young man and no one would have ever expected that he act.

And yet, his body moved on its own.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was running forward, swinging his pack through the air in big circles. He let out a sound that was half battle cry and half terrified scream before releasing it. The pack sailed through the air and hit the nearest of the two with a heavy impact, knocking him senseless. The sound of shattering pottery told him that he would be having a very difficult discussion with his parents when he returned home, assuming he survived the next several minutes.

“What the hell?” the one who was still standing asked, turning to face him. He swung his knife wildly, slicing through the air. “That was a mistake, boy! You’re going to pay for that!” He took a menacing step forward, the girl seemingly forgotten for a moment.

It was starting to look even less likely that he was going to survive the next few minutes. Which was, in truth, a relief, because it meant he would not have to explain anything else. He could only hope that the girl would run while the man took his anger out on him.

But just as suddenly, the man paused, stopping dead in his tracks. Fear flashed over his face and the knife fell to the ground, his fingers suddenly gone boneless from terror. “I… we weren’t meaning no harm, see?” the man babbled. “I’ll just… be going now…”

Isamu did not know what caused the man to turn tail and run, but he was grateful for whatever it was. The girl, who had not fled as he had hoped, stepped over the unconscious form of her other attacker and smiled at him. Up close, he could see that she was very beautiful and had kind eyes. Her smile made him feel as though all was right with the world.

“Thank you,” she said, and her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, like someone unaccustomed to speaking loudly. “You were very brave. But there was no need to endanger yourself. I would have been all right. And even if I was not, my friends would have taken care of them.”

Her friends?

A grunt behind him made him turn. Behind him was a young man about his age, with a shock of green hair, dressed in well-worn, but clearly high class clothes, a scabbard on his back and a sword in his hands. Next to him was the most terrifying girl he had ever seen, short, but with thick muscles and red eyes that seemed to glow. She had to be from the barbarian outlands, for she was dressed in furs and skins, her arms and stomach exposed to the elements. An axe that looked far too heavy to hold was in her hands and her face was twisted up in rage.

The boy relaxed when he saw that things seemed to be all right. “Thank you,” he said to Isamu, replacing his sword in its scabbard. “We could have handled them, but I’m glad we didn’t have to.”

The scary girl on the other hand, pushed past him and approached the girl, putting her hands on her upper arms with a tenderness that surprised him. “Are you all right, Izumi?” she asked.

“I am fine,” the other girl said. “You worry too much, Katsumi.”

“I worry exactly the right amount,” the scary girl—Katsumi—said. “It’s not safe for you here. We need to…”

A stiff breeze chose that moment to pick up, and it flung the pale girl’s hood back, fully revealing her pale face and soft features. Hair that was white, but became red, cascaded from her head.

Isamu sucked in a breath in surprise. Even being from a small village, he recognized the princess of the realm.

***

“You’re the… you’re… you’re…” Isamu stammered, arms flailing through the air wildly. Some powerful instinct dropped him to his knees and he averted his eyes. Of all the people in all the land, he never would have expected in a thousand years to see the princess! What was she doing here? Why wasn’t she at the castle? And why was she in the company of a barbarian?

“Please,” Princess Izumi said, “rise. There is no need for ceremony here.” She carefully pulled her hood back up, hiding her hair once again.

“And you’re going to blow our cover, you fool!” the barbarian woman snarled, clenching a fist.

It was the green haired boy who helped him back to his feet, offering him a hand up. Isamu took it gladly. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Katsumi can be a little scary, but she is right. We can’t afford to draw any attention to ourselves. There’s people chasing us who would do anything to catch us.”

“Tell the whole flaming world, why don’t you, Toshi?” the barbarian girl, Katsumi, snapped.

“I should at least like to compensate you for your troubles,” Princess Izumi said, reaching into the pouch on her belt. “We do not have much, but you risked much for us and…”

Isamu shook his head. The click of coins sounded like silver or maybe gold, money that would have more than paid for what he lost in merchandise throwing his pack. “I don’t need a reward. It was the right thing to do, even if it cost me.”

“Great,” Katsumi said, pacing impatiently. “He’s fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine. Can we go now? We need to get to Naruhata by nightfall.”

“As soon as we figure out where it is,” Toshi said.

The barbarian girl gave him a menacing look, though Toshi did not flinch from it. In fact, he seemed far too used to it. “Which would be a lot easier if you hadn’t the lost the maps.”

“I apologized for that already! And I didn’t lose them! They set them on fire!”

“Naruhata?” Isamu asked. He didn’t want to think about who they were. “I’m from there. I can take you.”

In the back of his mind, he wondered if whoever they were, they would follow. Was he bringing danger home?

But this was the princess. The boy seemed important too. He didn’t know about the barbarian; she was too scary to focus on for long anyway. He would swear that her eyes seemed to glow when she got mad(der), and that he could see little puffs of smoke on her breath.

The barbarian girl looked at him with her wild eyes. “Well, guess who just got himself elected guide.”

Princess Izumi laid a hand on the barbarian’s shoulder. “There is no need for that, Katsumi. You’re frightening him.”

Katsumi seethed for a moment, but calmed under the princess’s touch. “Hmph.”

The princess turned to him. “I am afraid we must ask for your help again. It may be dangerous. But the safety of the kingdom, the safety of our parents, the safety of everything depends on our mission.”

That was scary news indeed. But what could Isamu do? His father had always said that if you were able to help someone, you should. Small acts of kindness had the power to move mountains.

“I’ll take you,” he said.

***

The light of day was beginning to fade as they walked the road from the city to Naruhata. It wasn’t far, only a couple of hours walk, but there were some parts that were tricky if you didn’t know the way, where the road ended. Without a map, Toshi, Katsumi, and Princess Izumi probably wouldn’t have found it.

What a strange trio they made! Despite being no older than him and all of them being shorter than he was, they all seemed to carry themselves with so much more confidence than he had ever had. The barbarian girl Katsumi in particular seemed to walk through the world as though it had personally offended her and was moments away from feeling her wrath. And yet, whenever Princess Izumi was involved, she seemed to soften for just a moment. Already, he had seen her listen to the princess many times.

The green haired boy, Toshi, carried himself like a knight, taking the lead, and scanning ahead for trouble. The sword on his back had to be heavy, but he carried it was though it was nothing, and though he seemed concerned about something (probably whatever they were running from), he also seemed to clearly believe that whatever happened, it would work out. He seemed neither quite as high class as the princess, nor as rough as Katsumi. His clothes were well-worn, but high-class, a contradiction if ever there was one. It was rare to find a noble who understood the plight of the common folk, and yet Isamu was certain that he did.

Even the princess was surprising. She was easily one of the most beautiful girls Isamu had ever seen. Her reputation as the fairest in all the land was well earned. But so to was her reputation for kindness. She spoke to him as those he were an equal, even though he had to fight every instinct to avert his eyes rather than look upon her. And yet there was something about her, a steel hidden within her silk, that told him she truly could have protected herself if it had come to it. But what was she doing here? The palace was many leagues away, in the center of the land. Surely King Shoto and Queen Momo would not have allowed their daughter to travel so far, especially in such strange company.

“You must have questions,” Princess Izumi asked, walking beside him. Toshi and Katsumi were in front, though Katsumi continued to look back to check on her and to glare at him.

“I, ah, yes,” Isamu said. “None of you seem like the kind of people you would find around here. And I didn’t think people did quests anymore…”

“Would that it were so,” the princess said, with a slight bow of her head. “But there is always darkness in the land. And right now, there is far more of it than there has been in many years.”

Isamu felt a cold chill go up his spine at her words.

“You know that my parents are the king and queen,” she said. “Toshi’s father is my father’s most trusted friend and knight and his mother a mage of the court. And Katsumi is the daughter of the chieftain of the barbarians who roam the kingdom’s outlands, through a mutual arrangement between their chieftain and my father.”

So he was indeed traveling with very important people, a commoner among nobles. Of course, the tales said that the king’s most trusted knight had once been a commoner himself, raised to his current station by the sponsorship of a golden champion and by his own heroic deeds, but no one knew if those tales were true.

“Many years ago,” the princess continued, “our parents banded together with several others and drove back the greatest threat our land had ever seen. A dark wizard had left behind a disciple called Shigarki. It took all of them and many more besides to defeat him. It brought about a new age of peace.

“But Shigarki left behind many tools and weapons of his war on peace. We had thought them all destroyed, but someone has found what was left, foul monsters called the Nomu, and used them to wage war on peace all over again. Already, the outlands have fallen, and many more lands besides.

“Before they took our kingdom, Toshi’s and my parents were able to spirit us out of the castle, with maps and the names of towns where it was said we might find weapons and allies to stop the threat. We already found Toshi’s sword and Katsumi’s axe, but on our way, we were attacked, and lost the next maps we were to use.”

“That… that’s bad,” he said, feeling dumb that he had no better words.

“It is,” she agreed. “But I have faith that we will succeed.” She grew quiet. “We must.”

Before them, Katsumi suddenly stopped and held up a hand. Around them, it had grown darker. Ahead of them, the path wound through dark woods, much more frightening now, somehow, than they had been when he had first walked this way. She sniffed the air deeply, then reached for her axe. “Damnation,” she growled. “They’ve found us. Get ready for a fight.”

Toshi drew his sword. “Isamu, we’ll hold them off as best we can. But if it starts looking dangerous, I want you to take Izumi and run.”

He gulped. “I… I can do that.”

“I will not flee,” Izumi said, producing a pair of small daggers from her belt. She handed one to him, which he took with shaking hands. He had never wielded a weapon before.

He heard it before he saw it. The sound of something heavy coming from the woods, steps that made the ground shake. And they were upon them, monstrous, twisted creatures, with dead skin, beaks, and their skulls open, exposing the brains within.

One of them let out a monstrous roar that he would remember for all of his days.

***

Without any fanfare, the creatures attacked. Toshi met them first, swinging his sword in a wide arc, leaving a great gash in the skin of the nearest monster. There was no blood and it did little to stop the creature, so he struck again and again, his sword flashing like lightning.

“DIE!” Katsumi yelled, adding her axe to Toshi’s sword strikes. With a single blow, she beheaded the monster. Oily black fluid went flying from the stump and the head landed several feet away, but the body continued to move and fight.

There were four of the monsters all together and the one Toshi and Katsumi were fighting was by far the biggest. Two smaller ones broke past them to attack Isamu and the princess, while the last circled around to try and get at Katsumi and Toshi from behind.

It let out a growl and struck out. In a panic, Isamu stabbed forth with his borrowed dagger. It left a scratch along the creature’s skin, which then immediately burst into flames along the scratch. Had he done that? It must have been the power of the dagger.

Princess Izumi dodged out of the way of the other’s strike, stabbing her own dagger into its hand. From the point where she had stabbed it, ice spread out, freezing the creature’s hand solid, so that when she wrenched her dagger free, it shattered. It let out a monstrous howl, but struck again, forcing her to take steps back.

His own foe seemed no worse for wear for the flames that appeared every time he struck it with his dagger. All he could do, it seemed, was hold it at bay. Thankfully, he was fleet of foot and able to dodge its blows, but he knew he could not do it forever. Unless something changed, he would likely tire long before the monster did.

“Oooh!” Princess Izumi let out a cry as the creature struck out with its remaining hand, tearing through her cloak and knocking her to the ground.

“Princess!” he shouted, throwing himself in front of her. He struck out, stabbing the creature in the eye. As he pulled the dagger back, the creature’s head burst into flames. It let out a great roar and when he looked upon its burning face, he saw not bone and muscle under its skin, but clockworks!

“How?” he asked. “It’s… not alive?”

Princess Izumi got her feet, standing beside him. “Yes and also no, I think. The clockworks augment something that was never natural to begin with. Foul magics indeed.”

The other one had regained its senses, even as it burned. It struck out again and this time both of them stabbed it at once. Their daggers struck home, and flames and ice both spread along its body. The intense heat and cold must have proved too much for it or its clockworks, because it jerked to a stop, twitching as it collapsed.

“Are you all right?” the princess asked. Worry marred her delicate features.

“I, ah, I, I guess?” he said. “I never really did anything like that before. Ever.”

“Battle is never easy,” she told him. “Even less so your first time. But you did well. I am just sorry I did not have time to tell you about my daggers, and even more sorry to have dragged you into this.”

“I volunteered to help,” he said. “And it’s definitely not your fault those things are after you all…”

Speaking of…

It looked like Toshi and Katsumi had finally subdued the one she had beheaded, chopping enough of its body to keep it from moving. The other one was bigger and slower, but it wasn’t going down from any of their strikes. Instead, it struck out again, knocking Toshi away and sending his sword clattering from his hands. Its follow-up blow hit Katsumi hard and it pinned her to the ground. She tried to reach out and grab her axe, but it was just too far away.

“Katsumi!” the princess screamed. Isamu had to restrain her to keep her from rushing forward and attacking that monster. “Let me go! She needs help!”

“That thing will kill you!” Isamu said. They had been lucky with the others. That one had beaten Toshi and Katsumi…

“Don’t worry, Izumi,” the barbarian girl said, laughing in spite of the danger she was in. “I got this.”

And then she began to change.

***

He couldn’t see it clearly, because the monster’s bulk was in the way, but Katsumi’s skin began to ripple and her features began to stretch and distort, as crimson scales spread across her body. Hands and feet became claws, tearing through her furred boots. She was growing too, becoming larger and larger, the force her of growth enough to throw the monster off her. Leathery wings sprouted from her back and her face began to elongate.

In mere moments, there was no more Katsumi, barbarian girl.

There was, instead, a crimson dragon, big enough that a man might ride it, dwarfing the monster. But the eyes of the dragon still seemed very human and very intelligent. The monster roared a challenge and the dragon roared one right back. Neither seemed cowed by the other.

But the dragon kept roaring and unleashed a powerful blast of flame. It engulfed the monster, setting it on fire. The heat was so intense it took the beast’s flesh off, exposing the iron and other clockworks underneath. The dragon kept the attack up, even as the clockwork monstrosity struggled to step forward, until the heat melted it into a messy puddle.

By now, Toshi had recovered. “Katsumi!” he shouted. “I think it’s dead!”

One of the dragon’s eyes looked upon him, then back the mess that had once been the monster. It stopped its fiery assault and Isamu would swear it was smirking. Then, just as suddenly as it had happened before, the dragon began to change.

“You may wish to avert your eyes,” the princess told him.

It took him a moment’s thought to realize what she meant, but as he saw scales become skin, he hastily found somewhere else to look.

“In your pack, Toshi?” Princess Izumi asked.

“Ah, yes,” Toshi replied. “Over there… somewhere. I can’t look right now.”

“Allow me, then,” Princess Izumi said, walking past Isamu.

There were the sounds of hushed conversations for a moment, before the princess spoke again. “You may turn around, gentlemen. Thank you for your patience.”

When Isamu turned around, Katsumi seemed dressed the same as she had been, though her boots were new. He must not have been able to keep the curiosity off of his face.

“Did you think you were missing seeing me naked?” Katsumi asked, sneering. She laughed. “You wish. Most people just don’t like seeing me turn back. I’m told it isn’t pretty. Murder on my boots though.” She retrieved her axe and gave it a few experimental swings, which seemed to satisfy her.

His mind reeled. How had she done that? It was rumored that one of the last dragons served the barbarian chieftain, but how would she have inherited such power? He had already thought her to be dangerous, but now she seemed so much more so.

“Those monsters…” Isamu began.

“The Nomu I spoke of,” the princess said. “And where those travel, I fear there may be more.”

More? But if they were already this close, then could they have made it…

Isamu ran.

***

Isamu did not know how long he ran for. At a walk, they had still been two hours out from his village. At a run, for someone was fleet of foot as he was, it took considerably less time. His thoughts drifted to his traveling companions, to brave Toshi, frightening Katsumi, and Princess Izumi, who had surprised him with how well she had fought and taken care of herself. He had not meant to leave them behind like that and he hoped that they had been able to follow.

But when he came upon his village of Narahuta, his heart sank and at last his knees gave out, dropping him to the ground. The village was aflame, many of the structures already collapsed or charred nearly beyond recognition. The baker’s shop. The town hall. The church. The… the houses…

There were three of those monstrous Nomu tearing through what few structures remained, one long-limbed and more animal-like, prowling about on all fours, one large and muscular, like one of the creatures he and his companions had fought already, and one pale and winged, with flames dancing all along its body. He quickly ducked out of sight, behind one of the buildings still standing, one of the storehouses, and hoped that they could not see him, or worse, smell him.

It was only then, with the sounds of flames and monsters and his own breath ringing through his ears that he realized what he was not hearing. People. There were no sounds of people, none at all. No cries or screams or pain or fear, not one trying to mount some kind of defense, nothing.

The people of his village were farmers and merchants and craftsmen. There were few, if any, weapons in the village. They would have been helpless when these monsters attacked…

But he had seen no bodies either. No corpses sliced to ribbons, no charred skeletons, nothing. Whatever had happened, it was as though no one had ever lived her at all.

He ran again, this time towards his home, not caring if the monsters saw him or not. When he arrived, his hopes were quickly dashed. Where once there had been his home, there was only ash and scorched earth. Of his parents, there was no sign.

But there, in the middle what remained of the floor of what had once been his home, was what was clearly a trapdoor. Strange. He didn’t remember seeing that before. But hadn’t there always been a rug there? Had his parents been hiding something? He wouldn’t have thought it possible. He thought of his dad as one of the most honest people in the whole world.

Carefully, he crept forward and opened the trapdoor, the wood not even singed and the metal cool. He could tell now that was closer that a protective sigil, a closed fist with a knuckleduster, had been drawn on it. That must have been expensive. Wandering wizards were few and far between and quite costly. What could his parents have possibly had that was worth protecting like that?

Inside, he found a pair of gauntlets, shining and metallic, while looking remarkably flexible. There was something about them that instantly told him they were magical. It just raised more and more questions. His eyes fell on a roll of parchment, perfectly preserved, and nestled between them. Carefully, he grabbed the parchment and unrolled it.

Son,

If you’re seeing this, then something bad’s happened. I’d hoped to never have to show you these. I’d hoped that, at least, I’d have been able to give you these myself. But sometimes, what we hope for isn’t what happens.

What I never told you was, once upon a time, I was known as the Crawler of the Woods. I was never a knight or a squire or a rogue or anything like that, but I did a little bit of good and I helped people. It was thanks to these gauntlets that I was able to do it. They’ll give you the power to fight whatever evil is out there again. They won’t be as good as some of the magical stuff they give people up at the castle or in other reaches of the kingdom, but they did some good once. And they can again.

No matter what happens, know that I love you and I know you’ll make me proud.

Dad

There was no time for tears now. It was too much to think about. He would probably have a good cry later, when there weren’t monsters about. Carefully, once again, he reached out and grabbed the gauntlets. They slipped onto his hands easily, not even needing any adjustment. The fingers were surprisingly flexible and he could swear he could see a faint blue-white glow between the joints.

“Look out, you idiot!” A harsh voice—he realized quickly it was Katsumi’s—split the air and he looked over his shoulder just in time to see one of the Nomu coming for him.

***

Isamu rolled just in time to see the Nomu swing its massive arm and hit the ground with a ferocious impact. It was the big one he’d seen earlier. Reflexively, he brought up a hand to try and shield his face should its attention turn on him again. From the palm of the gauntlet, a beam of blue-white light shot out and struck the Nomu, burning a hole right through its skin. He could see the gears underneath and saw that some had melted and ground to a stop.

It was not nearly enough to stop it.

But it was enough to get its attention. The Nomu pivoted and raised its arms to strike again, letting out that terrible roar that he could feel in his bones. Isamu saw his life flash before his eyes.

No! He couldn’t die here! He had to find out what had happened to his parents and the people of his village! He had to find out why his father and now he had these gauntlets. He had to live!

“C’mon,” he hissed. “Do it again…” He pointed both his hands and wished with all his might that they would fire again. Once more, blue-white beams of light lanced out and pieced the Nomu’s body, knocking it back for a moment. He realized that he’d maybe bought himself moments at best.

SCHLICK!

There was a sickening sound, as an axe blade split the Nomu clean in half. As the pieces fell to either side, he saw Katsumi standing behind it. She had a feral grin on her face and, in his opinion, it took a far too long moment for the battle lust to leave her eyes.

“I guess I should thank you for distracting it,” she said. “Where’d you get the new toys?”

“I... I found them,” he said. “They were buried under my house.”

“Your house?” she snapped. And then she looked around, as though seeing the damage for the first time. Her expression softened by several degrees and he remembered that something had happened to the barbarian outlands. Were her parents…? “I’m sorry.”

She shouldered her axe and offered him a hand up. He took it and she hauled him to his feet roughly. “Word of advice?” she said. She didn’t wait for him to respond. “Any fight you don’t end up dead from is a good one.” She gave him a slap on the back that nearly knocked him over.

“C’mon,” she added. “Toshi and Izumi were going after the other ones.”

“And you came to save me?” he asked.

“Figured there’d be a fight,” she said. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

The sounds of battle filled the air. Sword against flesh, the war cries of the Nomu…

Katsumi took off towards the sounds of the fight without even looking back.

***

They arrived just in time to see Toshi’s sword fell one of the Nomu, the one that had been like a giant dog. There were burn marks and signs of freezing, where Princess Izumi’s daggers must have struck home. Toshi held his sword tightly, eyes darting around for signs of any further danger. Relaxing only slightly when he was Katsumi and Isamu arrive.

“You’re all right!” he called out. “Thank goodness! When you took off… and then when we saw the village…” His voice trailed off, uncertainly.

“We feared the worst,” Princess Izumi finished. She held a dagger in each hand, looking ready to use them again if the need arose. Where had a princess learned to fight like that?

“Sorry about that,” Isamu said, feeling guilty for having left them behind. Fear had overtaken his heart and now that shamed him.

“I can’t blame you,” Toshi said. “I’d probably have done the same.”

“Is your family..?” the princess began. “We haven’t seen anyone other than you.”

He shook his head sadly. “Gone. My home was burned to the ground. And there were no people, anywhere.” He held up his hands, showing off the gauntlets. “But I did find these.”

“They’ve got some punch,” Katsumi replied. “Probably enchanted.”

Princess Izumi and Toshi exchanged glances. “Do you think…?” the princess asked.

“I do,” Toshi agreed with a nod. “Isamu… I think those were what we were meant to find. The maps said we might find a weapon and an ally here.”

Had it meant his father? Was he known to heroes of the realm? “I think you’re right,” he said. “And you’re right… you did find an ally.”

He looked around. “There’s nothing for me here now. “

“Place is just like everywhere else,” Katsumi said, bitterly. “When those damn things came to the outlands, there wasn’t anything left.”

“Father believed the people were not killed, but taken,” the princess said, kindly, and he realized those words were both for him and for Katsumi. “He thought there a very good chance they are still alive.”

“If not,” Katsumi growled, “then I’m not just going to kill whoever’s behind this. I’m going to kill them double dead!”

Isamu took a slight step further away from the scary barbarian girl. “I hope you’re right,” he said. “But whatever happens, I need to see this through to the end. That is, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course,” Toshi said. “It’s said these weapons we find can only be used by the worthy. Those gauntlets must have chosen you. And I can tell already, you’ve got the heart of a hero.”

“I knew it from the moment you were able to unleash the power of my Dagger of Flame,” the princess said. “The road before us is hard, but it will be better traveled in the company of friends.”

Isamu nodded, the future stretching out before him uncertainly. He knew not what it held, just that it would hold challenges aplenty. But something worried him in the back of his mind…

“Wait,” he said, “there was another Nomu, with wings. Where did it…?”

As one, the four of them looked up. In the sky, heading towards the far distant mountains, was the last Nomu. Even assuming Katsumi could turn into a dragon again, there was no way they could catch it.

“It would be safe to say it’s returning to its foul master,” the princess said. “Whoever they may be… they will know what transpired here today.”

That was not an encouraging thought. But from the way his new companions had spoken earlier, it seemed there was little encouraging these days.

“Let them,” Katsumi said. “Let them know we’re coming for them all.”

There was great evil out there. But perhaps, in finding his father’s gauntlets, there was some measure of hope as well.

As for whether or not hope could turn back darkness… That was a story for another day.

#their hero academia #my hero academia #fantasy au #isamu haimawari #katsumi kirishima-bakugo #izumi todoroki #toshi midoriya #fan fiction #fan fic #my writing

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Under the Table, Part Two

Jealous, bearded Brian May x Reader

Word Count: 2642

Warnings: Smut lmao, 18+ only pls

“You two get home safe, okay?” Your mom leaned in for a hug as your dad shook Brian’s hand. The same hand that had just fingered the hell out of you under their dining table. You looked at Brian over your mother’s shoulder, in awe at his shamelessness. He was smiling pleasantly, paying no mind to you. “Good to see you again, Keith. You two take care.” “Of course. Same goes for both of you, Brian.” “Okay, Mom, you can let go now,” you chuckled, in your mom’s tight embrace. But she hugged you tighter. “Well, I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again! You’re so busy with work and all,” Mom fussed. Brian gave you a genuinely sweet smile as he brought you your coat. When your mom finally released you, she turned and latched onto your boyfriend instead. Which was funny, considering Brian was about a foot taller than her. “Brian, honey, I’m going to miss you, too! You take care of Y/N!” “Don’t worry, miss, I certainly will,” Brian reassured her, returning the hug. But he looked at you when he said it, and something dangerous moved beneath his expression. He’d take care of you, all right.

“I could go for a drink,” Brian said with a long exhale. You looked over at him, frowning from the passenger seat. “Really? You don’t want to…” You trailed off, disappointed that Brian wasn’t taking you straight home. “Oh, I want to,” Brian chuckled, “but I’d like to take the edge off, first. If you don’t mind, love.” “I…okay,” you relented, swallowing your annoyance. “There’s a decent pub just five minutes from here.” “Lovely,” Brian replied dryly, and put the car in drive.

Mulligan’s was in full swing by the time you and Brian pulled up a few minutes later. You got out of the car, growing more irritable by the minute. Why couldn’t Brian just take you home and fuck you already?

But Brian was easy, putting an arm around you and smiling pleasantly at the bouncer. The two of you found a small table off to the side of the pool tables, adjacent to the bar. “Have a seat, love. I’ll get us some drinks, yeah?” “Sounds good.” You threw your coat over the back of the chair and sat down with a sigh. You watched as Brian’s head bobbed through the crowd towards the bar. The music was playing at a decent volume, but not loud enough to drown out the thoughts in your head. You squirmed in your seat, thinking of Brian’s hand under your skirt. “Fancy running into you here.” The voice made you uncomfortable before you even consciously registered who it belonged to. But you’d know Dan’s familiar drawl anywhere. The sound of it made your stomach churn. Running into him alone would be one thing. But with Brian here? After what had just happened at your parents’ house? Fuck. “How can I help you, Dan?” You sighed, turning your face to him slightly. There was a drink in his hand, which you guessed wasn’t going to make him any less obnoxious (or any more modest). You guessed correctly. “Get rid of your boyfriend,” was his not-so-subtle answer. You rolled your eyes, huffing out another sigh. “I won’t be doing that. Sorry.” Your voice was hard, but that did little to deter him. “Come on, baby. He’s so stuffy. Why don’t you come have some fun?” Dan had a hand on the back of your chair, cornering you against the wall. You sucked in a breath, looking behind him nervously. How long does it take to make two whiskeys, neat? “Brian is anything but stuffy,” you snapped, balling up a fist beneath the table. “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Dan replied, and downed the rest of his drink. “Fuck off, Dan. For the love of God.” “You know, I meant what I said about your face belonging on the cover of magazines. God, why did I ever let you leave?” Dan reached up to touch your face, but you smacked his hand, hard. He held his hands up in defense, conceding defeat. For now. “Alright, alright. But if you change your mind, bring that pretty little face over to me.” Dan smirked, turning on his heels. You watched in disgust as he walked off to join a group of equally douchey-looking guys at a table across the bar. You didn’t realize how quickly your heart was pounding until Brian slid into the seat across from you. He set down the two whiskeys and gave you an easy smile—one that faded quickly. “What’s wrong, love? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You toyed with the idea of not telling him. It would only escalate the situation. But you remembered your one and only policy with Brian: honesty. You took a deep breath and jerked your chin in Dan’s direction. “Guess who’s here?” The look of confusion on Brian’s face was quickly replaced with one of recognition as his gaze landed on his blond predecessor. Then, the dark and dangerous glint returned to Brian’s eyes. It thrilled you a little, but it was mostly just terrifying. “Did he say something to you?” Brian’s voice was flat, and sounded more like a statement than a question. “It’s nothing, Brian. He’s drunk and being a dick. Nothing I haven’t seen him do before,” you responded, rolling your eyes in disdain. But Brian wasn’t soothed in the slightest. “If he comes back over here—” “We’ll just leave. Brian? Brian, hey,” you urged, snapping your fingers in front of Brian’s face to get his attention. He looked at you and his glare softened a bit. “I don’t want a scene here. Everyone in this town knows each other, and it’ll get back to my parents.” Brian sighed, but nodded, and that was all you needed to feel a tiny bit better. You might have been able to salvage the evening. But Dan, of course, had other plans. … You and Brian sat talking, sipping your drinks. Even slipping each other a few dirty looks since it was clear neither of you had forgotten what happened earlier in the day. You were about to suggest that you and Brian go home to be alone when Dan interrupted you. You couldn’t see him walking up behind you, but you didn’t have to. The mood change on Brian’s face was enough to tell you he was approaching. Your stomach did a somersault as you turned to face Dan. Once again, he leaned heavily on your chair, cornering you. It made you angry and nervous at the same time. Brian saw this and moved his foot under the table, hooking an ankle around your calf. It was a small gesture, but it reassured you. “Still with the poodle-boy, huh?” Dan was slurring a little. He’d clearly downed more beer since you last saw him. “Can you not do this, Dan? We’re grown adults,” you chastised him, leaning as far away from him as you could. “Yeah, grown adults who should go upstairs and remember why we were together in the first place,” he argued. You scoffed, unable to come up with the right words to properly rebuff him. Brian looked about ready to beat the other man to a pulp. “Remember the good old days? After school, before your parents got home from work?” “Dan, I swear to God—” you began, but Dan reached out a pushed a finger against your lips, shushing you. Before you could react, or even process the audacity of his action, Brian was standing. He shoved Dan’s hand away from your face, teeth bared. “Do not touch her,” Brian growled. Dan looked a little intimidated, and rightfully so. Brian towered over him, angry and threatening. He stepped away from you, leaving you space to get up, which you did quickly. “Do you understand me?” Brian’s voice was low, almost guttural. He wasn’t making a scene, as per your request, but it was scary enough to make Dan take several more steps back. You put your hand on the crook of Brian’s elbow, pulling him back toward you. “Bri, let’s get out of here.” “Yes,” Brian agreed, still glaring at Dan, who was thirty feet away by then. “Out of here.” And Brian was pulling you by the hand through the packed bar. After a couple seconds of ducking through the crowd, you noticed you were headed in the wrong direction. “Brian, the exit’s that way,” you panted, struggling to keep up with Brian’s long strides. “I know that,” was Brian’s response through gritted teeth. But he didn’t change direction, and you only came to a stop once he had pulled you into the men’s bathroom. You heard the lock click behind you, and you whirled around to face Brian. “What the hell are you—” Brian cut you off, kissing you hard on the mouth, stubble scraping your chin. Your body instantly remembered his touch, and everything that happened under the dining table. You moaned softly into his mouth as his arms wrapped around your waist. But, as he gripped the back of your skirt, you remembered where you were. “Brian,” you mumbled against his mouth. “We can’t do this here.” “If you don’t want to…” Brian trailed off, pressing kisses down your neck, to your collarbone. You ran your hands through his hair, fiddling with the curls at the nape of his neck. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. So, you pulled him back to you, parting his lips with no hesitation. Brian lifted you off your feet a little, just enough to quickly scoot you backwards into the counter. Your feet hit the ground, but only for a second. Brian readjusted his grip on you, and lifted you up onto the fake marble. It was cold on the back of your legs, and you shivered a little. Brian wasn’t shy about running his hands up the tops of your thighs, well past the hem of your skirt. The movement drove you crazy, and you gripped his shoulders tightly. He took the flexing of your hands for what it was—an encouragement, and rubbed at the front of your underwear. “Brian,” you breathed. “Yes?” But you couldn’t find the words to respond, as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric to find your entrance once again. You were already keening for him, with one hand on his wrist. “You belong to me,” Brian told you, pushing a finger into you. Your breath hitched in your throat as the cold metal of his ring moved in and out of you on his finger. “Say it,” he commanded you softly. “Tell them who’s doing this to you.” “You, Brian,” you gasped, hooking your legs around his waist. “Tell me, love. Loud and clear.” “I belong—oh, god—I belong to you, Bri,” you panted, unable to think straight as you neared the event horizon. Brian added another finger, rubbing his palm up and down against your clit. “Just my name, love. Say my name.” You moaned his name, once for every thrust of his fingers into you, until you were nearly in tears from sheer pleasure. After you had bucked your hips into his hand, clawing at his arms, Brian pulled his hand from under your skirt. It was wet, and he took his time in licking each finger. You just stared at him, panting and wanting more. “What do you want now?” Brian asked you, even as someone knocked on the bathroom door. You couldn’t have cared less. You widened your legs for Brian and pulled up your skirt so he could pull your underwear off. You grappled with his belt and zipper to shove his jeans down. Slipped a hand between your legs to guide him to your entrance, aching for him. When Brian finally buried himself inside you, your hips jerked instinctively at the feeling. It was a feeling you had been craving all day, ever since Brian put his hand between your legs under the table. Once you had taken Brian to the hilt, you squeezed lightly around him. This made him shudder, and he bit your shoulder in a wonderful retribution. “He will never touch you again,” Brian groaned into your skin as he slowly backed out of you. Then— “Because he could never touch you like I do.” And Brian thrust into you, hard, making your legs go weak. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you there, on the bathroom counter, as someone grew increasingly impatient outside. The knocks on the door were becoming more frequent. After a few minutes of mind-blowing sex, a voice interrupted you and Brian. “Oi! Hurry up, mate!” You froze, looking like a deer in the headlights. Brian recognized the voice, too. “Is that--?” He whispered. You nodded, stifling a laugh. “Other people have to piss, too, you know!” Dan shouted again from the other side of the door. “Oh, that’s definitely Dan,” you giggled into Brian’s shoulder. But Brian wasn’t having any laughs. He turned his face to glance at the door, then back at you. And started moving into you again. You could only hold his gaze as Brian continued to thrust, bracing himself with one hand on your ass and the other on the counter. “What are you doing?” You asked, breathless. But you pulled at Brian, with no intention of stopping. “Fucking my girlfriend,” Brian answered calmly, “while her ex-boyfriend waits outside.” That was enough to drive you crazy. You dug your nails into Brian’s back as he brought you to the completion you so desperately needed. Your ankles crossed behind his back, locking you onto him even as his thrusts became sloppier. You came, for the second time that night, crying out Brian’s name into the empty bathroom. There was no doubt in your mind that anyone standing outside would be able to hear your moans echoing off the tiles. Brian came inside you, pressing his face to the side of your neck. His beard was scratchy against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just held him until your breathing returned to normal. Brian reached over and picked up your underwear off the counter. You reached out for them, but he stuffed them into his pocket instead. You shook your head as he grinned mischievously. Once you both looked presentable once again, Brian opened the bathroom door to find a horrified Dan outside. “Sorry, mate, did you need in here?” Brian didn’t wait around for a response as you put your arm around his waist and grinned at Dan. He just threw an arm over your shoulders and smirked as the two of you left the bar, sweaty and beyond satisfied.

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dahliawolfe · 5 years ago

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Lost

Pairings: Peter Hale/Alwyn Clarke (ofc)

{Before anyone freaks out, this is slightly AU, so the timeline and some of the characters won’t fit truly to the show. }

Trees whip past her, cutting into her flesh, but she couldn’t stop. Alwyn Clarke gasps for air as she tore through the woods. She’s just witnessed her entire family being slaughtered, and she knows they’re after her too. She glances behind her occasionally, trying to gauge how far ahead of them she is, but she refuses to stop, even if she can’t see them anymore. It’s on one of these glances back, that she run smack into someone’s chest. She thuds to the ground, her body whacking into it with extreme force.

Peter Hale is out for a stroll in the forest. He likes time to himself, and the McCall/Hale pack can be…suffocating, so Peter tries to take time everyday for a walk in nature. It pleases the wolf inside of him.

He suddenly hears loud, running footsteps running toward him, so he stops walking. Just in time to have a young, blonde girl barrel into his chest. She hits the ground with a thud and looks up at him in fear. That’s when he smells it. She’s a wolf. And this is his pack’s land.

“Who are you?” he demands, as the girl begins to scamper to her feet. She looks worse for the wear. Her blue jeans are torn and soaked in mud and blood. Her bare feet glisten with blood and are covered in leaves and twigs. Her white t-shirt is torn in several places, but there’s a large hole in the side. A burn hole. And while the small abrasions to her face, arms, and feet are healing before his eyes, the deep burn on her side won’t fade as quickly. She refuses to answer him, instead, opting to make her way painfully upright.

“I said, ‘Who are you?!’’ he growls, flashing his alpha red eyes at her. She cowers, and her eyes flash gold in return. Omega.

“I…Please…They killed my family. I didn’t mean to come on to your pack land, Alpha. Please, don’t hurt me,” she begs, her eyes clouding with tears.

“Who killed your family?” She glances fearfully behind her.

“Hunters,” she chokes, falling back to the ground, her knees giving out on her. Peter grimaces. He knows all about losing your family to hunters. And he knows that this puppy in front of his is no threat. So, he bends down and scoops her up. She goes rigid in his arms before beginning to shake.

“It’s alright, Omega. No one will hurt you here.”

“So, what, she’s just part of the pack now?” Scott McCall demands, when Peter brings the omega back to base.

“No, Scott. She’s my pack,” Peter responds, fishing the antiseptic out of the cabinet. The omega looks at him in fear, her eyes a permanent shade of gold, a sign of an omega’s distress.

“You can’t do that! He can’t do that!” Stiles yelps. Derek sighs.

“Actually, he can. He’s an alpha too. He has the right to choose his pack, same as Scott. Same as me,” the younger Hale disagrees. Peter smirks. “That being said, we don’t do things that way. Peter, you shouldn’t have brought her here without a vote from the pack.”

“A vote from the pack?! Derek, need I remind you, her entire family was just killed in front of her?! Sound familiar, Nephew?”

“Guys, she’s obviously terrified. And I really don’t think she’s going to kill us all in our sleep,” Lydia interjects, motioning to the omega. The strawberry blonde approaches the girl with her hands raised. “I’m Lydia. What’s your name?”

The omega looks up at Peter for assurance that she can speak. He nods and gives her a smile. “This is a safe place. You can always speak your mind and feel comfortable here.”

“A-Alwyn. Alwyn Clarke. Everyone calls me Wyn.”

“I’m Peter Hale. This is my nephew, Derek,” Peter introduces, nodding in the direction of the other alpha. “This is Scott, he’s also an alpha. That’s Stiles, he’s…well, he’s Stiles. That’s Malia. Ethan is over there. And Chris Argent is brooding in the corner there.” At the hunter’s name, Alwyn begins to shake again, and her claws pop out involuntarily.

“It’s alright, Wyn. He won’t hurt you. Chris is part of our pack,” Lydia assures, laying a gentle hand on Alwyn’s back.

“I’m not after you, Kid. I promise,” Chris placates, pushing away from the door jamb he’d been leaning on.

Alwyn looks uncertainly around the room. “Three alphas? We only had one. Alpha Brant. He was… scary.”

“Brant Wenton?” Chris asks. Alwyn nods. “He’s a tyrant. He abuses his pack, especially his omegas,” the hunter adds grimly. Alwyn looks at the floor. Peter, Derek, and Scott let out low growls, further scaring the omega.

“Any idea who the hunters were?” Lydia asks Chris.

“No, but I’ll look into it. And I suggest that we stay alert. If they’re in the area, they could head this way.”

…

“Alright, here we are. Let me show you to the bathroom so you can wash up,” Peter says later that night, leading Alwyn into his apartment. There had been a good bit of argument amongst the pack as to where Alwyn should stay, but Peter won. And when Alwyn looked up at him with certainty in her eyes and said she wanted to be where he was, his alpha preened. “I’ll lay some clothes outside the door for you.” Alwyn nods, gives him a small smile, and lets him lead her further into his home.

Peter’s sitting on his couch sipping on some very good scotch when he hears whimpers and sobs coming from the bathroom. He’s on his feet and to the door in no time. He knocks (he’s a gentleman, after all), and the response is a hiccup and a wail. Without thinking, he wrenches the knob to the side, and barges in. He can see Alwyn huddled in the corner of the shower, knees to her chest, sobbing. “Oh, Sweetheart,” he soothes, walking closer to the shower. “May I come in?” he asks gently. At her nod of approval, he strips down to his boxers and steps into the shower cubicle. He helps Alwyn to her feet and tucks her into his chest, rubbing her back and soothing her as they stand under the spray.

The next morning, Peter is scrambling eggs at the stove when the doorbell rings. He glances at Alwyn, who’s perched on the counter, wearing one of his v-neck sweaters and his socks and smiles. “Can you answer that, Wynnie?” he asks. She nods and hops off of the counter.

Chris, Derek, and Scott follow Alwyn into the room. “Lydia, Stiles, Malia, and Ethan are on their way. We need to talk,” Derek informs.

…

The decision is made to keep Alwyn out of the loop for the moment, so the rest of the pack gather in Peter’s living room while she eats breakfast. Chris looks grim.

“The hunters that attacked Alwyn’s pack were the Mason family. They’re radicals, and the rest of the hunter community refuses to accept them. A friend of mine tells me that they’re making their way through the packs in our area. They’re hellbent on annihilating all the wolves that they can. They’re going to make here eventually, and sooner more likely than later. We need to be on the offensive. I think we should all set up at the Hale house and hunker down.” Derek nods.

“I agree. There’s enough room for everyone there, and it would be a good time to get some training done.”

“So, it’s settled. We’ll all meet at the Hale house tonight. Before sunset,” Scott says, nodding to drive his point home.

…

“Peter, she needs to train too,” Derek argues the next day.

“Derek, she’s not going against the hunters, Derek,” Peter states simply. “She’s not ready for that.”

“I get it. You want to protect her, but she has to be able to protect herself too. She can’t be out here without being able to defend herself and the pack.”

“I-I’ll do it,” comes a small voice from behind the two men. Alwyn is standing in the doorway, looking nervous.

“Wynnie, that’s not necessary,” Peter assures, coming to stand beside her.

“I want to. I want to be able to protect myself. And…the pack. You guys have been nice to me. Let me help.”

…

“Wyn, watch your feet. Make sure you’re perfectly balanced, or they’ll take you down,” Chris coaches. Alwyn had been knocked down more times than she could count, but she had gotten up every time.

“Yes sir,” she responds, getting back to her feet, just in time to be swarmed by Scott, Derek, and Ethan. Delivering a swift kick to the youngest alpha’s midsection, she uses him as a hurdle and vaults herself over him, kicking Ethan in the teeth before squaring off with Derek. Peter smirks. He’s proud of his little omega. She’s quite an impressive fighter.

Peter comes up to his and Alwyn’s shared room later than usual to find her still awake and staring out at the forest.

“Everything ok, Sweetheart?” he asks, approaching her and rubbing her back gently.

“Yeah. I’m ok. Just thinking.”

“About what?” He pushes a curl behind her ear.

“When do you think they’ll come?”

“The hunters? I don’t know, Baby. But you’re safe here. I’ll protect you, no matter what.” She turns to face him, leaning into his chest.

“I know,” she says looking up into his eyes. She’s so young, barely 19, and so soft. And so innocent, and so beautiful. She shyly leans up, putting her mouth over his and giving him a swift kiss, blushing and looking away afterwards. Peter catches her arm and turns her to him, dipping down to kiss her soundly. He scoops her up and places her gently on the bed, leaning down to kiss her again. Finally, he pulls away.

“I need you to tell me what you want,” he says, looking into her sea green eyes.

“You,” she responds, drawing him closer.

Peter gently removes her clothes, and he’s between her thighs soon enough. She gives him a small nod of approval, and he pushes his way inside. He feels the tension, and then the snap as he seats fully inside her. There’s a small gush of blood over his cock, and Peter gives her a reassuring smile, wiping the small tear away that’s rolled down her cheek.

“It’s alright, Baby Girl. I’m right here,” he assures as she grasps for him. He sets a slow pace, getting used to the feel of her body. And soon enough, she’s moaning. She comes undone for the first time when he reaches a hand between them to flick her clit. He can feel himself needing to come, but he knows that he can get another orgasm out of Alwyn first, and that’s exactly what he intends to do. He lifts her hips up, drawing her closer, and he goes as deep as possible before picking up his pace and leaning over to nibble on her neck. He clamps his mouth around her shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, and she howls as she comes around him, clamping down on his cock.

“Alpha!” she yelps, eyes going gold. His turn red in response, and he growls as he buries himself in her and comes. Hard.

…

“Shit,” Alwyn hisses as she barely dodges an arrow. The hunters had swarmed them in the middle of the night, and now the pack was under attack. Lydia is screaming somewhere in the background. There are growls and grunts everywhere. And a knife has just flown past her head. It’s chaos. That’s when she sees Stiles trapped against a wall by a hunter. She wastes no time racing to the human. She jumps, landing in front of him in a lunge. She flicks her claws out, raking them across the hunter’s chest and growling. The man stumbles away, reaching hastily for his gun. Alwyn shoves Stile back and pounces on the hunter before he can fire a shot. She tears his throat out, and when she looks up at Peter, he’s giving her a bloodthirsty smile.

The next few days a sense of peace falls over the pack. They’re safe for now, and they have each other, and that’s all they could ask for.

Six weeks after the hunter’s attacked, Peter finds Alwyn in a field near the Hale house lounging in the sun. Her golden hair blazes in the noontime light, and the white dress she wears makes her look like an angel. She’s found her place and her pack. And Peter, for one, hopes she sticks around.

The End

Word count: 2194

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softchenlele · 6 years ago

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swimmer!au mark

swimmer!mark & pool staff!fem reader for anon!! we hope you like it!!

style: bulletpoint

genre: fluff

warnings: mild swearing

words: 3k to open the festivities

a/n: first time writing such a thing but we really enjoyed it! hope you will like it ~

gif credit: @/neotechs

as a part-time job, you worked early in the morning or at the end of the afternoon at the swimming pool near your campus

it’s not very difficult – and most of the time, you’re just busy cleaning the floor

from time to time you take a look at the devices tracking the quality of the water or make sure that people don’t walk in with their shoes on

hygiene reasons yknow

it’s a relatively calm activity, or rather it would be if your shifts didn’t coincide with the university swim team trainings

they’re a group of 20-25 boys and girls, all with a perfect athletic body (no, you’re not jealous)

you end up being familiar with them especially a group of tall (AND LOUD) lads : yukhei, jaemin, doyoung, johnny and donghyuck.

they’re the highlights of your day, these guys never seem to run off energy even after a workout session and two hours endurance training in the water

they’re always goofing around, teasing each other and pranking each other. they’re crazy

but they’re too funny

and they like to mess with you, especially when you’re walking through the men’s changing rooms

« yn, we’re all nAKED!!! » someone screams, whenever they hear some footsteps, they always assume it’s you

already at the end of your first month of school, you’re a part of their group of friends in the campus and hang around together

just one month already… and you developed the same sense of humor as them… their idiocy feeling like some kind of strange and contagious disease

congratulations, you’re one of these crackheads

maybe you’ve always been goofy but you were probably shy and being around them unleashed the beast

and you thought you would be the confident and reckless yn forever, now… until the day you meet those beautiful doe eyes

« s-sorry » you hear before meeting them for the first time

you didn’t even frown, the dude looked so shy

« i’m a little bit lost even with this map of the campus, could you please show me where i should head to if i want to go to the nautical center? »

« the pool? you’re going to the evaluation? »

« yes, i want to be a part of the swimming team » he looks at you now with a determined flame in his eyes. wow.

only now you hear the slight accent when he speaks

cuuuUte

you find yourself all shy and awkward

«uh so… do you know where it is? »

« ah, yeah, sorry, i was… thinking about something. i’m also going to the pool, i can walk you there. »

you explained to him how you couldn’t swim for the life of you and how you were just working there until his phone rang, and he spent the rest the way talking to his mom

anyway

« here you are, good luck »

« thank you! »

an awkward silence follows before both of you decide to enter

but well… the door’s can’t handle both of you and there you go, awkward situation

« you first »

« no, you, go »

« oh, no you… »

daMN it

what are you so stupid for ?

you end up going first eventually and without looking behind you, you go to your changing room

after that, you focus on your tasks but your curiosity speaks and you can’t help but go see how the evaluations are going

your boys are here too, watching the pool and commenting each contestant’s technique

« ah, we came to see the rookies. wanna join?? »

you sat beside them. for you, everyone’s good but you know that being a high-level swimmer and doing competitions requires commitment, discipline and enough motivation to train day after day, week after week, month after month, sometimes just to win some milliseconds

yeah, you really admire these boys and girls

« nana, seems like you’ll have a rival on the 200m butterfly style, look at him. »

you all hear the coach screaming his chrono and you don’t really get it but all the boys made a surprised face

2’08’’48 seems to get respect from the boys

when he goes out from the water, you recognize momma’s boy

you find yourself proud for him, somehow?? enough for a little smile to creep on your face

« omg, yn’s crushing on 2’08’’48!!! look at her!!! »

why. are. your. friends. like. that.

exposed™

« shUT UP yukhei, i’m just looking at something i’m not used too. »

« what? »

« a six-pack. »

« OOOF SICK BURN!!! » you hear hyuck screaming through everyone’s laughter « XUXI YOU BETTER JUMP INTO THAT POOL!!!!»

rip wong yukhei

now he’s dramatically putting a hand on his chest as he let himself fall and rest his head on doyoung’s shoulder

« yn’s breathing too much chlorine, she can’t even see our greek gods-like bodies, what a pity »

« did 2’08’’48 just smile at us? »

« was he smiling at yn?? »

« what, no? he was smiling at the coach »

now the boys are arguing and you can’t help but wonder… was he smiling at me???

without any surprise, 2’08’’48 has been accepted into the team

you see him everyday but you didn’t talk to each other yet even though you would have wanted to congratulate him

you hear he’s from canada and he’s a transfer student with roots in korea, which explains why he’s fluent in korean but now you know where this cute accent is from

he seems to get along with jaemin and donghyuck but as you can see, they don’t talk to each other that much, just casual things

sometimes, they laugh together and there’s this wide smile who lights up his whole face, the whole pool, the whole world

maybe you’re a bit more distracted than you were… a swimming practice isn’t the most exciting thing to watch but it’s okay when you focus on this little moving form that is him in the water

sometimes, you spend one hour mopping the same damn spot where you have the best view of the pool

you don’t even know his name and everyone took the habit to call him 2’08’’48

until one day…

« omg mORK!!! don’t walk here, yn just swept the floor, you’re gonna… »

yeah, you’ve scolded them enough and they got the memo at some point

you turn your head and see « mork »

poor boy looks terrified

« yeah, i’m going to spank you if you don’t dry yourself when you enter this area »

« sp-spank me ? »

oh gosh, there you were talking to him the way you would talk with the boys

« that wasn’t the only part you were supposed to catch, mOrk »

you smirk as you walk away, laughing to yourself

mork, lmao, what kind of name was that? but since lucas was the one calling him that you were p sure there was some kind of joke behind it

meme name for a meme boy

you begin to know him better, just by observing him

not only was he bad at orientation but he was the most airheaded guy ever. you often saw him returning beside the pool after he changed himself because he forgot his bottle of water or his flip-flops. one day, he managed somehow to go to the training and ask everyone if they could lend him swimming goggles and a swimsuit because he forgot his swim bag at home, if there was something left in the lockers, it was often his… wow

one day, you also see his clumsy side

you hear someone call out your name from the men’s changing room and you go there, only to find mr. mork with a bloody forearm

« what happened? »

« oh, it’s nothing, i just scratched my skin against the liner or the swimming pool » he giggles

maybe it was superficial but you were quite impressed by the long lines of blood staining his skin

« the coach said you had the key of the infirmary? »

« yes, yes, come with me »

he follows you to the lifeguard’s room and instinctively, you take the lead

« where is the first-aid kit? oh, here »

« you know.. »

« cotton… »

« i can… »

« scissors! »

« yn? »

you stop yourself and glare at him

« i can handle this »

« mork »

he winces

« tell me again who did this to you »

he blushes, not finding anything to reply

softly, you wipe the blood off this skin with alcohol

you see him bite his bottom lip when you touch the wounds but he doesn’t make any sound

« you’ve done well, mork »

you smile at him while freeing his arm

« it’s unecessary to put any bandaids or anything, it’s very superficial but it, i will tingle a bit when you’ll return in the water »

« thank you, yn. i… can i ask you a favor? »

« yeah sure? »

« a big championship is approaching and i need to train harder. are you willing to stay for one hour more after the night training? until the competition? »

those eyes

it’s like he was talking to you from soul to soul

if you weren’t on a chair, your knees wouldn’t have supported this intense gaze

« i don’t really know if i can and… you know, i’m pretty busy… »

« i know i’m asking you a lot but if for my part, i could do anything to help you in return, i’m willing to do it »

you can tell how passionate he is

that’s a bit scary… and very attractive at the same time

« please… you don’t have to tell me what do you want now, but just know i owe you one if you accept »

« when is this big competition? »

« the inter-regional championship? uh… in like, two weeks? »

« two weeks… »

« please yn, please, please, please… and i could treat you to dinner!! there’s that nice jjajangmyeon place down the street, i don’t know if you’ve been there, and-- »

« shh… » you pinch his lips between your fingers, effectively shutting him up. « you had me at jjajangmyeon. »

and that’s how you sold your soul to the devil (for jjajangmyeon)

believing you just entered the gates of heaven with the beautiful smile he served you

girl what wouldn’t you do for these noodles

mork and you find your own routine

you go to work like usual then you stay later only to see him push himself during his training

the coaches don’t really approve but nothing can go in between this boy and his goals

you begin to notice the radical difference betwen mark lee, the champion and mOrKie, this one dork who treats you dinner every night

he tells you more about him, about his life in canada

about the friends he had there and how leaving his swimming team felt like leaving his brothers and sisters behind

about the amount of snow who never stopped them from going to school, things like that

as a girl who’s never been abroad, you drink up his stories and still can’t get enough

« we can go together one day, during summer, so you won’t die frozen »

so thoughtful, wow :’)

you lost track of the days, it could have been one week, two weeks, three months since you were staying with him, who knows (not you)

you were just enjoying these moments… you were comfortable being with mark

you don’t really know what the two of you are

is he just honouring his word and being nice to you?

is he considering you a friend? a good friend? or… more?

girl, let me tell you one thing: the boy might be lowkey

but you’re also pretty blind

because there’s obvious proof that mr. mark lee caught feelings for you

but don’t worry,, (actually, do worry) your boys have your back !

« i can’t believe you made yn your personnal manager, mark »

« wtf, i’m not »

« so… yn, are you okay if we stay too? »

those guys.

« oh, and we’ll also stay for dinner » adds hyuck.

those guys

they knew.

« only until the inter-regional championship, guys, ok? »

every pair of eyes focus on you each one with a different expression from the others

jaemin giggles « what do you mean yn? it was one week ago!! »

mark can’t find nowhere to hide

that little bastard

and the boys seem find the scene really entertaining

« —actually,… » mark begins

« the championship was one week ago??? and you didn’t tell me??? you made me stay for another one week??? care to share why??? »

some would say the answer is pretty obvious but again, you’re notoriously blind as a bat

and mark is praying to anyone out there to just. let him disappear then and there

you’re still looking at him with that questioning look and the guys are about to get some popcorn because it’s just too fun

at some point markie is red as a tomato and you’re wondering if he’s okay

until

“becauseilikeyouthatswhy”

sorry what was that

you just stood there wondering what just happened while the guys were cackling like maniacs

“ i uh. i like you. and i didn’t know how to say it, and it was so nice spending time together every night and and-- ”

“ ok stop. stop rambling. you know what? i like you too. “

cue lucas and co cheering loudly and haechan going finally, it’s been 84 years, i thought my ears would fall off if i heard him whining about you one more time

way to be dramatic

and that’s how you and the cute transfer student got together with a lil push from your loud ass friends over a plate of (delicious) noodles

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