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midnghtcities · 4 years ago

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better with you

you’re not well. harry wants to make you feel better. word count: 2.3k

(A/N: i’ll admit, this one is pretty self-indulgent. endometriosis affects an estimated 1 in 10 women during their reproductive years, which is approximately 176 million women in the world (source) and i personally know of many women who struggle to have their pain heard. i hate having to put on a brave face when it feels like the inside of my uterus is on fire. so this one is for the people who have to push through the pain especially when no one is there to take care of you!!!)

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It always started low in your belly. Sometimes a flutter or an uncomfortable prickle, other times more sharp, like someone was sweeping the tip of a knife across your abdomen. But you knew what it meant, things weren’t going to be looking so good in the coming hours.

You were always a meticulous planner, you had to be. You always knew roughly when you would be alright to make plans, or when you would be better off staying at home. But when Harry waltzed into your life a few weeks ago, that ideal went out the window. From that first initial coffee and walk around Hyde Park, you craved more and more time with Harry. He was enigmatic, so bright and warm that you worried saying no to hanging out with him would mean he would disappear and take with him that new-found sunshine you had just gotten used to basking in.

So you knew you could be playing a risky game when Harry texted you, requesting your company for dinner. It had been a busy week for you at work meaning you both hadn’t had much time for each other so you said yes without even thinking. It wasn’t until you looked at your calendar that you realised you probably should have come up with some excuse to say no. But the thought of being with Harry, hearing his honey-like drawl and feeling the warmth of his hand on your waist or back - or potentially somewhere lower - was too hard to resist. Surely it would be fine.

You carefully laid your cutlery down next to the plate of ravioli you were half-way through eating, trying to discern whether this was just a fleeting moment of pain or something more sinister. It was always hard to tell at first and the immediate feeling of panic that accompanied never helped with this determination.

“You okay?” a somewhat concerned voice broke your focus.

You looked up, realising that you had been staring quite fixedly at your plate of food. Harry was sitting across from you, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. In any other moment, you would feel that bubbly thrill rush over knowing that Harry was staring so intently. You still found yourself wondering at times why he was interested in you, but after your fifth date you were starting to believe that maybe it was possible for someone like Harry to be interested in a girl like you. But now, as you sat with a lump in your throat and a cold sheen forming over your body, you wished you were anywhere but here.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, all good. I just have to go to the bathroom.” You stood up carefully, slipping your bag over your shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Harry sounded very worried now.

“Yeah, yeah,” you tried to morph your face into what felt like a carefree expression, but you knew Harry could see right through you. You quickly turned away and made your way to the restroom before he could question further.

With the bathroom door safely locked, you faced yourself in the mirror’s reflection. Your face had taken on an almost unsightly pallor and there was a beginning layer of perspiration across your brow. You grabbed a hand towel to dab your face dry when a flash of pain ripped across your abdomen. You doubled over, biting hard on your lip to keep any groans of discomfort inside. It was clear that your monthly pain had decided to make an early appearance.

Painful periods were something you always had to deal with. The past year though, each one seemed to be worse than the last. Days had been taken off of work, plans had been cancelled, and you had begun to find yourself becoming a ball of nerves whenever that time of month rolled around. Maybe this period you would be huddled around the toilet bowl for hours on end. Or unable to even get out of bed. What if you were out somewhere alone and suddenly couldn’t walk anymore because being upright hurt too much? You didn’t want to take your chances, so more often than not you would ensure you were at home when you knew you needed to be. This was all before Harry though.

The thought of Harry caused you to perk up a little. The pain had subsided slightly, to more of a dull ache. You took the opportunity to quickly rummage in your bag and down two ibuprofen, something you had begun to always carry. You knew it would be a futile attempt at combating the pain, but you figured it was better than nothing. Three deep breaths later, you carefully walked back out to Harry.

His gaze was fixed on his phone, his left thumb and index finger gripping his bottom lip in what you could only take as an action of restlessness. It looked as though he hadn’t touched his risotto since you had left. As you approached, he looked up. “Are you alright?”

“I’m really sorry,” your voice was shaky. You gripped the back of the chair you had previously occupied, willing yourself to get it together. “I think I need to go home, I’m starting to feel like rubbish.”

Concern flooded Harry’s face, his eyes darting up and down to further assess your appearance. You forced yourself to stand up straighter as though this would portray that you are fine. “Is it the food?” he questioned, looking at his own plate apprehensively.

“No, no. It’s just… I get pain sometimes.”

He looked confused. You weren’t one to broadcast your misgivings, so you knew Harry would be slightly shocked to hear of your chronic condition. “Let me get the bill then,” he stood up whilst motioning for a waiter’s attention.

“No, please finish your dinner!”

“What?” he looked at you incredulously, “I’m not going to just let you leave alone when you’re clearly not feeling well.”

As you were about to retort, a spasm of hurt ricocheted across your belly leaving you only able to suck in a sharp breath. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt your fingers tighten against the back of the chair. Mere seconds later you felt a comforting warmth envelop you along with the barely-there scent of spice and vanilla -- it was Harry. He had wrapped his arms around you carefully, his right hand pulling your face into his chest.

“What’s going on?” Harry said quietly, trying his best to hide how frantic he was really feeling.

You let go of the chair and gripped onto Harry’s arm, gladly accepting the comforting gesture. It was almost uncanny how the pain seemed to dissipate quickly as you stood there enfolded in Harry.

“Excuse me sir,” you felt Harry’s head turn as a voice intruded upon them, “is everything alright?” It was the waiter that Harry had flagged down.

“I’m sorry, could we just grab the bill please? My partner isn’t feeling too well all of the sudden.”

You blinked your eyes open and carefully pulled out of Harry’s embrace. You had almost forgotten you both were standing in the middle of a restaurant. The waiter had already bustled off to get the bill.

“Hey,” Harry grabbed your hand, giving a gentle squeeze, “are you okay?”

You did your best to plaster on a smile and feign indifference but judging from Harry’s stony gaze there was no point in even pretending that you were alright. “Right now it’s slightly better, but the pain will be back no doubt.”

He nodded once and quickly collected his coat from his chair and phone off of the table. The waiter had returned and before you could even reach for your wallet, Harry had already tapped his card and began leading you out of the restaurant, his arm wrapping around your waist once more. “The Uber should be here in five minutes.”

You could barely voice your thanks when another wave of pain rolled on through, leaving nothing but shaky breaths and clenched fists in its wake. Harry’s arm tightened around you, and you gladly leaned into him as you focused on willing the pain away.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry spoke up a few beats later.

You pulled your head away from his chest, meeting his concerned gaze. “Why are you apologising?”

“I shouldn’t have made dinner tonight seem like such a big deal. I know we haven’t seen each other this week but I didn’t want you to feel pressure to come out even if you’re unwell.”

“I promise I felt fine when I said yes. In fact, I felt completely fine up until 20 minutes ago. It’s just how this thing goes sometimes.”

He looked a little confused.

“It’s… It’s my period,” you continued on hoping to answer the questions that were probably already forming in his mind, “I always get pain around the time of my period. And during as well. It is a little earlier this time though.”

“I have a sister, I’ve never seen her in pain like this though,” he said, eyebrows furrowed.

You just shrugged, wincing slightly as another jab of pain pierced your abdomen.

Harry didn’t question the issue further, instead he turned to rubbing circles against your lower back. But you could tell he was thinking intently. A few minutes later, he spotted the Uber and you both got in. Harry insisted on you scooting over to the middle of the backseat so that he could keep his arm secured around you. It was almost like he was never going to let you go now, and you don’t think you had any issue with that.

You kept your eyes closed the whole car ride, letting the sway of the car lull you into a stupor. A low thrum of pain was present the whole time but at least it didn’t flare up. You knew the less you moved, the better it felt.

“We’re here,” Harry said quietly after some time.

Eyes blinking open, you realised he was right. Harry guided you out of the car and up the steps to your flat. His eyes stayed intensely locked on you as you fished the keys out of your bag. It was hard to mask the intense ache the movements caused but you didn’t want Harry to worry more than he already was.

“Thank you so much for helping me,” you said once inside.

“Don’t thank me yet. Let’s get you into bed. Do you have a hot water bottle? Ibuprofen in the kitchen?”

Your mouth gaped slightly. “Harry, it’s fine. I’ll be alright now.”

He stared back at you slightly incredulously. “Have you seen yourself right now? You can barely stand upright. Just getting your key in the door was an effort and a half. Let me take care of you.”

You felt your eyes prickle with tears, you had forgotten what it was like to have someone want to take care of you. The past year you had battled through the pain alone, you hadn’t realised the simple act of someone offering to make you a hot water bottle would feel so good.

After telling Harry where to find everything, you gingerly walked down the hall to your room. You changed into your comfiest pair of sweats and eased yourself onto your bed. This definitely wasn’t the worst pain you had been in - no throwing up or collapsing to be seen thank god - but it was enough to make doing the simplest tasks a chore.

Harry crept in a few minutes later, a mug of steaming tea in one hand and the hot water bottle tucked under his other arm. You graciously accepted the bottle, pressing it against your stomach. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“Do you mind?” Harry asked, motioning to the space available next to you.

“Please.”

He stripped off his coat and slipped out of his boots before climbing in carefully beside you. You adjusted your position so that your head lay comfortably against his chest and he could easily cradle your side. The contact seemed to melt the pain away instantly.

“Do you think you have endometriosis?” Harry spoke up a few minutes later.

You hummed in confusion, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I did some quick research in the car. Your symptoms sound like it could be that. Have you ever gone to a doctor to check it out?”

“They just told me to take pain relief. It’s really hard to diagnose, like, you need surgery. I think if it’s not heavily impacting your life then you just have to deal with it.”

“What?” Harry said in a shocked tone. “It’s clearly impacting! You looked like you were going to pass out in that restaurant. Let’s make an appointment in the morning, I’m going with you… If that’s okay with you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. How many people had brushed off your pain like you were crazy and here was Harry, researching and wanting to book doctors appointments after an hour. “Come here,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I want to kiss you, you idiot. You have to lean down though, I don’t want to move too much.”

His previously concerned face gave way to a dimple-filled grin as he gladly followed your request. Your lips met, moving in sync immediately. You could tell Harry was being conservative, obviously worried to push things too far, but you were just happy to have him.

“You know,” he said once you both broke apart, “you can buy this little machine that uses electric currents to your nerves and it’s meant to help with the pain.”

“How much research did you do in that car ride?” you said whilst chuckling.

“I was worried!”

You gave him a soft smile, “Thank you. But I think for now I’ll stick with the water bottle. And your cuddles.”

“Are they helping?” Harry said, giving you a squeeze.

“They are. I feel much better with you.”

The pain did seem to be at bay and for once that accompanying feeling of dread didn’t seem to be eating you up from inside out. For once it felt like you were going to get through this and you would be okay.

#1dff #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #one direction #one direction fanfiction

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ichbinspeedo · 4 years ago

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Part 3 Dio x Reader (Smut)

Warnings: GORE/BLOOD, NSFW, Marking, Biting, Degrading, Heat, Vaginal/Anal Penetration

So like, I h a t e Dio with a passion. He hot and all but just s t o p. Buttttt I'm also horny soo, Vampire Heat. Why not. It's like Omegaverse heat but for vampires, I dunno if it's thing but here it is folks 🎊

It had been 6 months since you joined Dio on his quest to eradicate the Joestar bloodline. You were somewhat of a maid at the mansion. Keeping the large estate clean and cooking food for the array of talented servants was part of your daily routine. Not much to aid in the fighting, but enough to feel helpful.

You were working on cleaning up after tonight's dinner when Enya, a close servant of Dio's, showed up. "Miss (L/n), Lord Dio requests your presence in the Library. I suggest you hurry, it seems urgent." The old woman told you, holding the door open as you walked out with a 'thank you'.

As you approached the large doors leading to the library's main area, you could hear scratching. The sound sent fear up your spine, and you held your breath as you reached for the doorknob. As soon as your hand came into contact with the handle, the scratching stopped. You slowly opened the door, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness and searching for your master.

"L-Lord Dio? You needed me?" You called out. To your right, you heard someone breathing hard. It sounded distant and somewhat strained. You quickly moved over to the sound, finding Dio in a leather chair. His face was flushed and sweaty, breathing ragged as he looked over at you. "Sir are you alright?" You asked, genuine worry in your voice.

"Hmm" He let out a low groan, "Tell me, (Y/n), do you know what 'heat' is?" You gave him a slight nod. "Well, with my powers has came... something similar. Quite the inconvenience if I do say. You seem like a tough girl, I believe you can take me?" He questioned with an audible huff, looking down his nose at you.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, watching his subtle squirms as he stays seated. "I-I'm not sure, my Lord. I've never done anything like this before.." You responded meekly, fumbling with your fingers. He let out a chuckle and stood up. Stride after shaky stride, he made his way over.

"Well I'd hope you hadn't. I want you to be all mine~" The vampire whispered in your ear, taking his hand into your hair. "Now, you'd better be ready cause I won't hold back" He strained the end of his sentence, pressing himself onto your front. You were lost for words as the giant of a man tilted your head up and ghosted your lips. He smirked and leaned down further, sinking his teeth into your neck.

He wrapped his leg behind yours and tripped you to the ground, following you down and climbing on top of you. Gripping your jaw tightly, he forced his lips onto yours. Your head fuzzy with newfound pleasure coursing through your veins, you kissed him back. Mindlessly, you started to run your hand through his hair.

He instantly pulled away and smacked you. "Did I give you permission to touch me? If I were in an worse of a mood you'd have lost that arm, love." Dio caressed the mark he had left on your cheek. You didn't dare fight against him, knowing that if you'd said something you might end up dead.

"Hmm, I can't have you going around thinking you run this place, now can I?" He said with a grin, pressing a manicured nail into his bottom lip and chuckling. "Now, should I strap you down with leather, or plain rope? It's a hard choice if I do say so myself" Dio leaned in close to your ear, spreading your legs and rubbing his clothed member on your thigh. He let out a shaky breath, leaned down and whispered in your ear "Or maybe I could just fuck you so hard you can't move~"

With that, he took a razor sharp nail to the dress you were in, slicing it off of you. He dug his thumb nails into the sides of the underwear you wore, cutting both the clothes and your skin. You let out a quiet whimper, feeling a warm liquid spill down onto the floor. "Tsk tsk, you're making such a mess" Dio said, forcing your face onto the floor. He rubbed it onto your freshly spilt blood. "Clean it, bitch."

You immediately stuck your tongue out and lapped at the smear of blood, frantically trying to please your master. His large hands gripped your thighs and lifted you so your ass stuck out in the air, and your face was pressed into the ground. Once you finished cleaning the floor with your tongue, you felt a pair of lips on the cuts Dio had just made. "Mmnh, you taste just like I'd imagined~ Now lets see if you taste as good here.."

Your eyes widened at the realization of his words, feeling the man behind you shove his face into your now bare pussy. He got right to work lapping up your fluids, pressing his chin into your throbbing clit. You let out a surprised moan, quickly biting into your arm to keep quiet. This earned you a smack onto your ass, Dio digging his claws into the flesh. He pulled himself away from your core for a moment.

"Don't you dare cover your mouth. I want everyone to hear you. I want them to remember hearing your moans every time they look at you. They need to know how lucky you are~" He planted a kiss onto the mound of flesh that yearned for attention, but left it at that. "You know what? Let's make it even better"

He rolled you over onto your back, and brought his thumb nail up to your chest. "Scream for me~" Before you knew it, your master had plunged his now unclothed dick inside you. Him pounding into you at a fast pace from the start had you breaking instantly. Screams of pain poured out from your mouth uncontrollably, and Dio started to drag a nail into your skin. It stung like a bitch, but you knew not to complain.

"Ahh, Lord Dio please!" You shouted out, feeling him carve lines into your chest and between your breasts. The pain focused up to the new cuts rather than the pounding in your abdomen, letting pure pleasure take over. Dio leaned in further, lifting your hips up into the air. You felt your orgasm approaching fast, and apparently Dio did too.

"Ngh- Gonna come already? You little fucking masochist, you like this don't you!" He yelled, bringing his hand down on your bleeding backside. After finishing whatever he decided to carve into you, he stopped his movements. "Answer the question, brat!" He spat at you, causing you to wince.

"Ahh please Lord Dio! I love it so much, I love you Dio please keep going!" You shouted, clawing at your head. The cold floor under you left as he picked you up, sitting in a chair facing a mirror. He had your back facing him and pressed your legs up to your shoulders. You could see what he had written on your chest. 'Dio Brando,' the letters splayed across your chest and stuck out like a sore thumb. You'd been claimed, and you loved it.

"Watch." He plunged himself into your backside without warning. The sudden intrusion made tears spill form your eyes, feeling like you were being torn in half. "Fuck you're so tight back here! I could use this more often, you'd like that wouldn't you? Don't you want your master to fuck you raw everyday?" You let out garbled moans and nodded quickly. "This is gonna be your new life. You're gonna be my little slave you slut~" He scratched down your thigh, using one had to hold your legs up and the other to reach down and rub your clit harshly. You leaned your head back into his body and turned your head towards him. You wanted so badly to kiss this man, but you knew better to ask first.

"Master please let me kiss you, please! I want you to ruin me please!" Your shouts echoed throughout the loud room, and your master granted your wish. He tilted his head towards you, connecting his lips to yours in a passionate kiss as he fucked you from behind. You could feel your own juices acting as somewhat of a lubricant, knowing that the pain could've been much worse.

The more you moaned into Dio's mouth, the faster he went. It was like he couldn't help but use your pleasure for his own. You knew he could kill you at any second, so that small surge of power within you makes you burst with happiness. His thrusts almost seemed desperate inside you, needy grunts and pants being absorbed into you. With one more thrust into your tight hole, Dio released his seed deep inside of you, pulling away from your lips to let loose a heavy sigh.

Your face turned into one of dissatisfaction, having not reached your high yet. The man behind you let out a low chuckle, grip loosening on your hips.

"Why the sad face darling?" He cooed into your ear, scratching lightly on your bloody stomach. "The night's only just begun~"

#dio x reader #jjba #jjba x reader #reader insert #dio brando #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #smut #jojo's bizarre adventure

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pocfansmatter · 4 years ago

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Wishing For You

Sailor Gally x Mermaid reader

Summary: A sailor named Gally stumbles across an injured mermaid. She then agrees to grant him a wish for his help.

Y/N was an absolute idiot. How she managed to get herself caught in that net she doesn’t know, okay she does, but it’s too embarrassing to even think about fully. The fact that she got distracted by an actual dolphin is such a childish mistake she never wants to think about it again. Knowing dolphins it probably led her into the net on purpose. So Y/N has been caught in nets before, she’s got out of them many times, that’s not her problem. Her problem is instead of the fishermen waiting to catch more fish in their net by leaving it in the ocean for a little while longer like most do, they started to pull the net to the surface as soon as they felt her stuck in it. That threw her off a bit, caused her to take a little longer to get free, she didn’t break surface of course but she got close enough to where they made her figure out and shot at her once they noticed she got free of the net. The harpoon sailed effortlessly through the water and caught her side. The long spear stuck but she used her claws to cut the shaft, the arrow however was jammed beneath the skin of her stomach and she’d be stupid to try to get it out here where there’s a chance she could get caught. Ignoring the pain she swims straight down, deeper into the ocean, far away from the boat trying to capture her. She ignores the pain as she examines her surroundings. She needs to figure out a plan and fast. She was bleeding so it won’t be long until she attracts predators. Although she could normally handle her own pretty well she was injured and she knew in her weakened state she wouldn’t survive a fight. She had a fleeting thought about racing home, but if something followed her there she could put the colony at risk. She knew they could win a fight but if she gave away their location they would be upset they had to move again. She couldn’t risk it. In a true act of desperation she heads straight to shore. She knew nothing big enough to take her down would be in that shallow of water. Her only worry was hiding from humans. She just needed time to think and take out the arrow so she could heal properly.

She swam as fast as she could to where she knew shore to be. She could feel herself growing tired the closer she got. Her version started to get spotty and she could feel her body getting weaker. Just a little bit more. She encouraged herself and pushes onward. She doesn’t give herself time to rest or even look around. She can’t take that chance. Finally she notices the bottom of the ocean getting closer, signifying she was near shore. She uses the last of her stretch to swim that much faster. Finally she breaks the surface and see the sky is dark, it’s night meaning she is least likely to run into humans at this time, she rushes to the sand. Until she using the top half of her body to crawl, unable to use her tail this close. Finally she stops and one hand goes to her wound and feels the arrow sticking out of her abdomen. Before she can gather the strength to pull it out she decides to take an actual rest for a moment, just a moment. The rest of her vision goes black and she doesn’t even try to fight the sleep that overcomes her.

Gally walked along the shore to clear his head. The guys were getting on his last nerves and he just needed some space. He walks for about 30 minutes one way, far from the dock and people. He sits on the beach and just looks out into the dark waters he can see the reflection of the moon in the ocean. He scans the area and freezes when he sees a lump on the beach. He can only make out a dark mass, the light of the moon not bright enough to help him see the shadow. He slowly makes his way closer thinking a manatee washed onto shore or something. Once he gets close enough to see a little better he can see it’s actually a girl, he can only see the top half of her body, the bottom half is submerged in the sea. Gally rushes closer and collapses onto the sand beside her. His hand goes to her neck and he sigh in relief when he feels a pulse. He notices her breathing is shaky like she’s having trouble but other than that she doesn’t move. He examines her and sees the problem, the tip of a harpoon is sticking out of her side.

“Jesus, who the hell throws a harpoon at a woman?” He whispers to himself. Thinking quickly he wonders if he should carry her to the town or if it would be faster to run to get help himself and rush back with a doctor. The thought pops into his head that this probably wasn’t an accident and if he leaves her here there is a real chance whoever did this to her might find her and finish what they started. That decides it and he gets to his feet and hooks his arms under her armpits to drag her out of the water fully. He doesn’t get far though because what he finds shocks the hell out of him. He falls flat onto his ass and uses his feet to push himself far away from the thing as fast as possible. The moment wakes her and she slowly starts to stir. What Gally thought was a young woman was actually anything but, her waist cuts off into a tail, an actual fishtail. The scales shimmer in the moonlight and reflect a glittery purple and the end fin was a lilac. Gally wondered for a moment if he was asleep, dead, or had gone batshit crazy. There was no way he was seeing an actual mermaid on the beach. Just then the girl opens her eyes and he can’t help but scream. Just then the creature face transforms; her cheekbones become sharper, her eyes go completely white making her pupils disappear, and she opens her mouth to reveal sharps fanglike teeth and it hisses loudly. Gally freezes and he gets the weirdest flashback to when he was a child and he was playing outside. When he was 7 he found a cat stuck under a fence, when he got close she hissed menacingly and swapped her claws at him. She scratched him pretty good and he bled out but he just waited until she calmed down enough for him to aid her. When he freed her she ran away. This creature reminded him of that cat, she was terrifying and could probably rip his head off with her teeth alone, but she was injured and scared, that’s where the hostility comes from.

Gally holds his hands palms up facing her to show he wasn’t trying to do anything funny. She has her sight trained on him.

“It’s okay, I’m just trying to help.” He doesn’t even know if she even understands him but he keeps his voice low and steady like an adult would talk to a skittish child. “It’s okay, your injured, I think I can help, I’m not gonna hurt you, it’s okay. I know you’re scared, I know you’re hurt, I know you want to get back in the water, so let me help you.” In the middle of his speech he slowly sits up and gets to his knees. By the end he slowly scoots towards her.

Her tail was still planted on the sand but her top half had twisted back towards him and her hands were planted on the sand. He knew with her injury it had to be painful but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He understood but notices she doesn’t move as he gets closer. Her face stays the same, never going back to the calm regular face it was when she was sleeping except her eyes squint. He slides to the side of her so she can turn her body back forward and be in less pain. Once he has her facing back towards the sea and her body isn’t twisted painfully he stops again. A quick glance shows he’s right beside her tail but doesn’t move her hands from their upturned unthreatening position. He glances at the arrow again and tries to figure out how to get it out.

“I just want to help,” he reassures and she watches him, her mouth now shut but still just as intimidating. “Can you understand me?” He asks softly and waits. She continues to study him for a moment before nodding once and he fights back a gasp of surprise.

“Okay, we got to get that out of you,” he nods towards the weapon lodged in her side. “if you know any specific way I can help you I would like to know them now because my only plan is to pull it out, press down, and pray you don’t bleed out.” She stares at him for a moment and he still doesn’t move waiting for some kind of sign from the siren.

“Seaweed,” she says softly, her voice is small and smooth and it takes everything in him not to fall in his ass in shock that an actual mermaid can speak and said something to him.

“Seaweed?”

“I need a long piece of seaweed to wrap around me… it’ll help me heal.” It takes her a while to get the sentence out like it takes too much energy to talk. Gally nods and looks around the beach to try to find what she needs. A few feet into the water he notices a stack of rocks and knows there is a fair share of seaweed stuck on them. He stands and notices her tense beside him.

“Shit,” Gally says softly to himself. “Okay, this is probably going to hurt but please don’t bite my head off, okay?” She studies him in silence for a moment before nodding once. He slowly grabs the end of the arrowhead that is above her skin. She teases at the moment and he stays still for a moment. “Okay, now take a deep breath and I’ll pull on 3, okay?” She nods once. He takes a breath with her and starts to count. He only says 1 before pulling the arrow straight out as fast as he can. He hears a loud screech near his ear and he scurries out of the way from the sound.

“I’ll be right back,” he informs her before rushing towards the boulders. Before he hits the water he kicks off his shoes and slides his shirt over his head he decides to keep his pants on. He quickly gets in and it doesn’t take long for the water to hit the middle of his chest. He reaches the nearest rock and hauls himself up before scanning the area. It takes him a minute but he finds a few long pieces of seaweed wedged between rocks. He doesn’t know how much he needs but figures better safe than sorry. After he grabs threes long pieces he jumps back into the water and as fast as he can gets to shore. With his other hand he grabs his shirt and shoes and runs back towards her. He slows down as to not startle her again and drops to his knees quickly. He notices that her face went back to normal like how she looked while she was asleep. He tosses his shirt and shoes to the side not bothering to put either back on before holding his hand towards her and waits for her instructions. She takes the seaweed while managing not to touch him. She stares down at the wound and studies it for a moment. “Unless you have powers I don’t know about our only option is to pull it out.” She meets his eyes for a moment and y/e/c burns into his soul before she jerkily nods.

He nods back and slowly scoots closer to her. Once he was right beside her he can see the arrow is serrated making it harder and more painful to get out.

“You lied!” She screeches and he sees her face back to the terrifying face it was earlier.

“I know I’m sorry, I was trying to catch you off guard so you didn’t tense up.” He explains quickly and he looks down at the bloody arrow before dropping it and going to her side again. She calms down again and her face goes back while she grabs the seaweed. He holds it against her wound and she wraps it around her waist and ties the end. After she lays flat on the beach and takes a few deep breaths to calm down and Gally sits silently next to her waiting for his heartrate to go back to normal. Her eyes are closed now and he’s terrified to break the silence. After what feels like an eternity she opens her eyes again and turns to look at him.

“Can you… help me get into the water… not too deep just to feel the water… it’ll help me heal.” She speaks slowly and takes deep breaths between pauses. Gally nods before standing and trying to figure out how to move her to the water with the least amount of pain. He decides dragging her again is not a good idea.

“I’m going to pick you up,” he explains and she nods and he slowly carries her bridal style to the ocean.

“Stop here,” she orders and he slowly lowers her to the water. It’s not too deep but enough to keep her wet and his feet to be submerged. She stays seated and they fall back into silence again. He waits a few minutes just watching her staring down at her seaweed wrapped stomach.

“How- so how did this happen?” Gally finally asks and she whips her head up to glare at him, it scares him a little bit but not too much since her face doesn’t change again.

“Humans,” she spits the word like an insult. “I got caught in a net and when I freed myself they shot the harpoon at me.”

“Did they see you… like what you are?” He clarifies.

“I don’t know, I don’t think so, you humans confuse us a lot with others…” he nods remembering how not too long ago before he walked up to her he thought she was a manatee.

“So wha- what do I call you?” He wasn’t sure what exactly her species was referred as. He wasn’t sure if mermaid or siren were interchangeable. His only knowledge was horror stories exchanged among sailors on ships to scare the newbies. Even though he’s been working on the sea for 5 years he never had stories of his own. Hell he wasn’t even sure he believed in mermaids until this moment right now.

“We greet each other differently,” she says and he waits for her to explain but she never does. Instead she reaches for the seaweed and pulls it off. Gally is surprised to see her wound gone, only a light pink scratch remains but Gally can tell it will be gone in no time. She bends her tail to pull herself deeper into the oceans and Gally watches her unsure what to do. She gets to waist deep water for him but she’s laying down so only her head bops above the water.

“Y/N, that’s what you can call me,” she answers and he can feel his cheeks warm embarrassed.

“Y/N,” Gally tries the name and smiles kindly. “Well I’m Gally ma’am,” he introduces himself before holding out his hand; she looks at his hand in confusion. “Uh, you’re supposed to grab it and shake it up and down,” he explains while reaching for her hand. She watches him and once her grasps it he moves it slowly up and down. Her hand feels smooth but at first but when he moves a bit he can feel it snag like his hand is stuck. “It’s how humans greet each other,” he explains and she whispers his name softly to test it out and Gally ignores the shiver going down his spine.

“Thank you for your aid sailor Gally,” she says and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m a siren, we can smell sailors from miles away,” she explains and her eyes flash all white for a moment before going back. “For helping me, I will grant you one wish, anything you desire is yours.” She explains and Gally sits there stunned for a moment trying to figure out what his wish would be. His mind was drawing a blank, the only thing he could think at the moment is he wanted to know more about Y/N, not just her species but her specifically.

“I don’t know…” he admits, “Can I take a day to think about it?” He asks and she studies him for a moment. She’s trying to figure out if it’s a trap or not.

“Fine, meet me here tomorrow night,” she says and he nods.

“What time?” He asks and she studies him before a moment before flashing her sharp teeth in a horrifying smile and turning her body and diving into the sea depths and disappearing. Gally sits stunned for a moment wondering what time he should come back tomorrow or if she was ever coming back, did he just lose out on a wish?

“You know you can’t return,” a fellow mermaid named Brenda warned.

____

Y/N explained to the colony what had happened to her and meeting the sailor.

“I offered him a wish in exchange for his help,” she explained.

“He could set up a trap for you when you return,” another explains.

“Don’t you think he would’ve attacked while I was injured if he wanted to do me harm? I can handle a human now that I am fully healed.”

“You give humans too much faith,” Brenda argues.

“I owe him a wish, that’s it.”

Y/N waits to the moon is high above the ocean before going to meet sailor Gally. It doesn’t take her long to swim to the same area but she takes a while to swim around the area before breaking the surface just to make sure he didn’t try to set up a trap. She spots the piles of rocks that Gally found the seaweed the night before and swims to it to use it as a shield to scope out the area before exposing herself. Her head lifts above and scans the area. She sees Gally laying on the beach staring at the stars and she takes a moment to just watch him, making sure no one else is with him.

_____

Gally decides his best bet is to go to the beach the same time he went yesterday and wait. He figures it would be empty by that time anyway like it was yesterday. He leaves the house and claims he’s going for walk. He leaves with only his jacket and a small blanket to rest on while he waits, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be there. Once he gets to the same spot he met Y/N he unfolds his blanket and sits as close as the water as he could get without hitting the tide. He slips his shoes and socks off again and scans the ocean waiting.

After she deems it safe she swims near shore and reveals herself. Gally doesn’t notice as his attention is still on the night sky.

“You’re back,” Gally greets.

“Sailor Gally,” she calls out and he quickly sits up to see her swimming.

He stands and walks closer and she gets closer as well.

“You sound surprised,” Gally chuckles and shrugs before pulling off his shoes and rolling up his pant legs before sitting down.

“You helped me, I owe you a debt, don’t you remember?”

Y/N pulls herself onto shore and lays on her stomach but remains in the water.

“I… I wasn’t sure you were going to come back,” he admits

“Of course I do…” Y/N lays her head on her folded arms and looks up at the sailor, studying him.

“Well, did you think of your wish?”

“No, I’m still trying to figure out what I want,” Gally looks down and his cheeks tint red.

“You don’t know what you want? That’s rare for a human,” she explains.

“Well what would you recommend I wish for?”

“I don’t know, humans usually wish for money, power, love, trivial things like that.”

“Love is a trivial thing?” Gally raises one eyebrow high as he questions Y/N.

“It’s freeing… the thought that I’m constantly in motion and not tied down to any one piece of land is comforting. I didn’t really start because I WANTED to be a sailor or work with water, I was 18 with no family and needed a job. Then I fell in love with it. It’s easy to get lost in the ocean, on land people can focus on you too much…” Y/N stares at him in thought for a moment.

“I wouldn’t know,” Y/N admits as her tail waves back and forth with the movement of the ocean. “Why do you work with water?” She starts with.

Gally looks out into the ocean for a bit and thinks of how to word his thoughts.

“How about your own boat and crew?” She reasons. “A lot of sailors would kill for that…” Gally shakes his head as soon as she suggests it.

“No, I have no desire to be in charge of a crew. If you asked me a couple years back maybe but now I know it’s not for me.”

“What’s it like living on land?” She questions instead of trying to dissect what he said. Gally shrugs and sighs.

“I’m not here much but I share a house with the crew and all they want to do is drink and talk about the local women. It’s… suffocating. It’s like you’re in competition with everyone around you. On the ship we all have a job and place but on land it’s like you have to outdo the person next to you.”

“When do you go out again?”

“We set sail again in another 2 months,” he answers.

“I can make someone fall in love with you,” she offers and stares ahead at the sand.

“Nah, if I get into a relationship I want it to be authentic and real, not magic.” He explains.

“You’re a difficult man Sailor Gally,” Y/N smirks showing a bit of fangs and Gally chuckles in response.

“Now you sound like my captain… How does this all work? Like your magic, where does it come from?”

“Everyone is born Sailor Gally,” Y/N smiles.

“Magic has always been there, there’s no explanation I have, it’s like your voice, it’s a part of you that you’re born with and just use. It’s just something my body is born with, same as my tail and hands.”

“Were you… born?”

“No… I mean…” Gally takes a deep breath and tries a different approach. “I’ve heard stories that some mermaids are women who fell overboard and drowned but were saved by a kiss and changed into mermaids themselves… Is that true?” Gally looks into Y/N eyes and waits for her answer.

“It is possible to be changed that way… they rarely FALL though,” she spits the word and a little bit of a hiss comes out. “Usually they are thrown overboard by other humans. Do humans really believe women aren’t allowed on ships because it’ll wreck?” Gally takes a deep breath and slowly exhales it.

“There are some sailors who believe women don’t belong on the ocean and that having one as a crew member is bad luck… yes. I don’t know if I fully believe it but my crew has never thrown ANYONE overboard since I’ve worked it.”

“Do you work with women on your crew?”

“…no…” he admits and she studies him a moment.

“So it means at least your captain believes it…”

“How did you become a mermaid?” Gally dares to ask.

“Do you need more time think of a wish?” She counters instead of answering.

“Yes…”

“Then I’ll leave you for now, tomorrow I’ll be back. Hopefully you have a better idea of what you want. Farewell Sailor Gally,” She flashes her sharp teeth again and shoves her body deeper into the water before disappearing again.

Gally stared at the still waters for a moment before standing and gathering his things again. He had been here for about 3 hours. Tomorrow he at least had a better idea of what time to come.

“You’re going to see that sailor again aren’t you?” She accuses.

____

Y/N prepares to meet Gally when she’s stopped again by Brenda.

“He still has a wish to make,” Y/N swims around her.

“He’s keeping you coming back to give himself time to set a trap.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“This can only end badly.” She warns before Y/N swims far enough away to not hear her anymore.

Just like before Y/N scans the area before revealing herself to Gally.

“Y/N,” he greets before walking barefoot to the edge of the water like the night before.

“Sailor Gally, hello,” she answer backs.

He sits down and she rolls onto her front and stares up at him.

“You don’t know what you want do you?” She asks and Gally stares at her in silence for a moment before shaking his head. “Eventually you’re going to have to give me an answer, I can’t come back forever…”

“Why not?” He challenges and his eyes shine.

“I’m not supposed to hang around humans too much,” the mermaid stares ahead and the statement hangs in the air.

“I wou- I have no reason to hurt you…”

“Humans tend to find reasons to hurt us.” Y/N made unwavering eye contact with him; Gally breaks it first and looks down.

“How old are you?” He asks.

“I can’t remember, over 200,” she answers and Gally’s eyes widen.

“Years old?!”

“Yes, we age differently than you…”

“Yeah I can tell…” he chuckles surprised.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 23,” he admits.

“You’re young,” he chuckles.

“So what do you do in the ocean?” He asks.

“You’re a curious young human aren’t you?” he gives a hearty laugh.

“What do you do on land?”

“Mostly wish I was back on the water… I read a lot. I like to be by myself, it’s hard to get some alone time on a ship with a bunch of other guys. So on land I take advantage of that.”

“Read?” Y/N’s lips move oddly around the word.

“Do you know what a book is?” Gally tries not to sound judgmental in his question, he genuinely wants to know more about the being. Y/N shakes her head no and Gally takes a moment to try and think of how to explain it. “Books are stories that you can hold, reading them is how you find out what they are saying…” Y/N nods and processes what he says.

“We gather and one of the mermaid’s tells a story and we all listen, usually it’s the oldest.” Gally nods.

“Books are like telling stories to yourself that someone else has created. The act is called reading.”

“Can you show me these books?”

“Yes… do you want me to read to you?”

“Yes, please, I want to know what human stories are like.”

“Okay, I’ll bring one tomorrow,” Neither of them pointed out that they never agreed for her to come back or that he still hadn’t decided on his wish yet.

The next night Gally grabs a copy of Alice and Wonderland and a lantern so he could see.

"Heading out again?" his crew mate Tim asks.

“Yeah… you know me, can’t stay trapped with you all too long…” Tim doesn’t say anything else so Gally gives him a nod before leaving.

It doesn’t take long for Gally to get to their spot, he doesn’t question when he started to think of it as their spot but he tries not to think too hard about it. He rolls his pants up and brings the blanket as close to the water as he could get before sitting the lantern down and lighting it with a match.

“What’s that?” Y/N startles Gally but he catches himself quickly.

“It’s a lantern, it helps me see in the dark,” he explains while getting himself situated.

“Your eyes don’t do that?” Y/N tilts her head in confusion.

“No, human’s need light to see, sometimes moonlight is enough, sometimes it’s not.” Gally chuckles and Y/N pulls herself as high up the beach as she can go to be closer to the sailor.

“Why are you so far?” only the tip of her tail is touching the tide by the time she’s close enough to him.

“The lantern and book can’t get wet,” he explains and she reaches for the lantern but he catches her wrist before she gets too close and closes the glass door to block the air from the flame. “You can’t touch fire, it hurts.”

“Fire,” she tests the word. “Why do you use it if it hurts you?”

“Your teeth can hurt you but you must use them,” he points out and she ponders his statement for a bit. “It helps us see, and cook, it also gives us warmth.”

“Cook? What is cook?”

“It’s what humans must do to our food to eat it.”

“You call it cook? We call it clean.” Gally gives a small smile at her mix up.

“We clean our food too, that’s not what it means though… It’s hard to explain. We burn the food so it’s not raw… It makes it warmer and tastes better to us,” she makes a face, “also if we eat an animal or fish after it’s just been killed we could possibly get sick and might die.”

“So you get hurt from fire and sick from food, I’m starting to question all the stories I’ve heard about the terrifying predators called humans…” Gally throws his head back and lets out a bark of a laugh at that. When he calms down he finds Y/N smiling, not enough to show teeth though.

“Are you going to show me this… book of yours now?”

Gally picks up the Alice in Wonderland and hands it to the siren. She turns it around and feels the cover before he reaches over and opens it so she can peek inside. She pulls it away a bit and stares at the letters trying to make sense of the symbols before closing it again and staring at the picture on the front and handing it back.

“Tell me the story,” she orders and Gally gets more comfortable.

“It’s long; I can’t tell it all in one night.” He explains and she nods once before he starts into it.

The next night Gally once again grabs his book and lantern, they got through a good chunk of Alice but didn’t finish. Gally had to cut the meeting short after 4 hours. Y/N protested but Gally explained he needs sleep. She let him go with a promise to return. The time to set sail was getting closer and Gally actually had to work during the day preparing for their next voyage.

“Off again?” Tim stops Gally before he leaves his room.

“Yep, just a stroll and a read before bed,” Gally explains as Tim narrows his eyes.

“Well don’t stay out too late, and stay safe.” He calls as Gally is already walking away.

Gally closed the book but kept his finger as a marker, looking up to show the mermaid she had his full attention.

___

"I have a question,"

"What's a rabbit?" Gally blinked realizing they made it a good chunk into the book without her knowing what a rabbit was.

"It's... an animal on land, it's fluffy and has big feet so it hops a lot. Anymore questions well we're talking?"

"What else do you have questions about?"

"Yes what's 'hops' mean?"

Gally laughs before getting up and hopping to show her what exactly it meant.

"What is a hat?"

"Still don't know your wish Sailor Gally?" Y/N smirks knowing the answer.

They spent hours talking about land versus water. Gally learned about more about fish than he ever learned as a sailor.

It was near sunrise when they finally parted.

"Not yet sorry..." Gally smiles back and she pushes herself back into the ocean fully before diving down and disappearing for the night.

Off to the side, out of sight of both Gally and Y/N, Tim sat having followed Gally and watched his interaction with a mermaid all night. The first hour he was convinced he was dreaming but now he knew for sure that his fellow sailor was interacting with a siren. Once he seen them start to part Tim got up and rushed to beat Gally back to the house to not raise suspicion.

Once back at the house Tim racked his brain trying to figure out his next move. Gally was literally flirting with danger. The fact that sirens were real was still shocking to him, this was life changing. People would travel days to see a real life mermaid. Tim thought back to the freak's tent at the circus. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that trapping the siren would be no easy feat, he would need the help of the whole crew for this. How would he convince him of the truth though?___

"Do you have a mate?" Gally chocked on the strawberry he was eating. Instead of reading like normal they decided to have a picnic. Y/N was curious about human food so Gally brought her different fruits.

"By mate you mean?"

"A perfect match... a partner for always... Do humans not have them? I know you can fall in love..."

"Yes we have them I just... was surprised by your question."

"Ok... well do you have one?"

"Uh no... it's hard being with someone when most your time is spent on a ship. Human women usually like guys who are around or who are of a higher class or someone they could relate to..."

"Do you usually have a hard time relating to other humans?" Y/N grabs a grape while she waits for his answer and chews it slowly making a sour face at the sweetness that Gally smiles at.

"Yeah, I just, I've always been alone so you kind of get used to it..."

"I understand... sometimes I leave to go alone for long periods of time. It's not smart for a mermaid though, we can die or get caught alone. It's best we stay in groups."

"Were you alone when you got stabbed with the spear?"

"Yes, I was just taking a swim alone, I shouldn't have been so close to the surface but I wanted a closer look at the moon." Gally looks up at the night sky and nods.

"It is beautiful," Gally agrees.

Once again out of sight of the mythical creature and sailor, Tim and another crew mate Mark sat in astonishment at the interaction.

"I don't believe it," Mark says in shock.

"You see it with your own two eyes. that's why I brought you here. As proof for everyone else.

"Do you think Gally is going to trap it?"

"No... look at them? Eating fruit on the beach? it's almost... romantic."

"He's not just going to let us take it..." Mark points out.

"He doesn't have to let us do anything! Once we convince the Captain to trap it, it's him against us. He's out-maned. I just needed you as my witness. Do you know how much money we could make? How famous we could be?"

"Come on, lets go back to the house and talk to Cap before Gally is finished with his date."____When Gally returns right before sunup he's surprised to see his captain an older man by the name of Janson sitting at the dining room table waiting for him.

"Captain?"

"Sailor Gally, I was waiting up to tell you the news..." Janson looks intently into the younger man's eyes for a moment before finishing his sentence. "We're setting sail tomorrow morning, you have a day to get yourself in order... say your goodbyes and such." "I have no one to say goodbye to Cap," Gally reminds him but the Captain just smiles.

"Of course... Most of us don't..."

"May I ask why we are leaving so soon? I thought we had at least another couple weeks?"

“Do you want to know how I became a mermaid?” Gally was shocked by Y/N’s question.

"Job came up, real money making opportunity, I'd be stupid to pass it up..." He smiles and Gally gets an uneasy feeling before nodding and walking to his room.

_____

The air is tense, both the human and mermaid were upset by the fact that this would be there last meeting for who knows how long. Gally would be shipping out tomorrow before the sun was even up.

“Yes,” he said quickly.

“A long time ago, before you were born, even before your parent’s parents were born I lived in a town far from here. The townspeople were scared because of things these little girls were doing. To keep themselves out of trouble they tried to blame others. It didn’t take long for things to get out of hand,” she pauses to take a deep breath and it comes out shaky before she continues her story. “The townspeople accused me of being,” her nose scrunches up a bit a she looks a little lost. “a witch… They ran this… trial… they threw me far into the ocean with a rope tied to my stomach.” She chuckles a bit but Gally doesn’t find anything funny about it. “I didn’t know how to swim then… They were supposed to pull me back but they weren’t quick enough. Before everything went black a mermaid swam towards me. Her name’s Brenda but I didn’t know it then. Do you know what a mermaid’s kiss is?”

“I think so…”

“When a mermaid kisses a human, they can turn into a mermaid. We don’t do it as much anymore, humans can’t be trusted as much as they used to. It’s only used on human’s that are drowning. I don’t really remember my first life… just my death, in bits and pieces, Brenda filled in the rest.”

By the end of her story Gally felt tears in his eyes. He mourned Y/N's past life and their death. He can't imagine how scared Y/N must have been in their final moments but he was glad they were at least still with him.

They spent the rest of their night in silence, a comforting one where they watched the stars and moon and listened to the ocean crash against the sand. Gally was done ignoring the romance of it all but knowing he loved Y/N doesn't change anything. The sun starts to show itself but they didn't rush to part like always, instead they watched it rise until the danger of Y/N being spotted was too much. As she starts to push herself into the ocean she asks again "Do you know what you want to wish for yet?"

"We're not really asking kid," Captain Janson explains kneeling in front of Gally.

"Yes..." Gally didn't finish the sentence however and Y/N didn't pry just smiles and fully submerges herself into the water. They had an unspoken understanding it seems. Gally walks back to the house and wonders if he'll see her while on the ship but given how little privacy he has aboard and the fact that Y/N isn't that reckless he knows that probably won't happen. He'll just have to wait until they dock again. The energy in the house is weird when he returns but not too different from the normal sail off days so he ignores it. No one blinks twice at Gally coming in when most of them were waking up. It's pretty normal for seamen to spend all night out the day before they leave again. They'll just assume he was at the pub or spent the night with his best gal, they don't need to know his best gal wasn't human. He packs what little clothes he has and walks beside his crew to the dock where their ship sat. Gally felt unease being around his crew but chalks it up to the fact that for the first time in his life he had something worth sticking around for, he wonders briefly if this is what others meant when they said they wished to go home. Gally wasn't the smartest man but he knew that him and Y/N would never fully work. They were from two different worlds, literally. However he wants her as long as he can have her, if that means secret meetings under the moonlight where they spend hours talking that was fine by him.

_____

"I'm not doing it." Gally was exhausted, he should have known something was wrong when everyone was acting so strange around him, plus the shipping out early but he had no idea they knew about Y/N.

"Sorry Captain," he stares at the floor and remains quiet again.

"Come on Gally, there's other fish in the sea," The other crew mates laugh at the joke. "Just let us catch her and you can find yourself a nice octopus to settle down with..."

"Shut up Tim."

"That creature can hurt you, they rip the flesh off of sailor's bones for a snack, they lure good men to their death for breakfast-"

"If she's so dangerous why do you think catching her is a good idea?" Gally spits blood out of his mouth directly onto the Captain's boot in a weak attempt at defiance and gets a backhanded slap for his actions.

"That thing could get us a lot of money. You may never have to work hard again. Come on, orphan like you, no family, no ties, you could set up roots, clean up, get some female attention that actually has two legs." The crew chuckles again.

"There's no amount of money in this world that will make me help you catch her." Captain Janson looks down in frustration and stands up before punching Gally straight in his jaw, once, twice, a third time before Tim stops him and pulls him back. Gally lets his head hang in defeat.

Away from the crowd Tim whispers his idea to the Captain.

"He's not gonna give it up... but maybe, their bond is a two way street..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he won't say where the siren is and maybe the siren feels the same way... Maybe it won't let him die..."

The Captain thinks the statement over for a second before looking back at Gally. He was stubborn as a mule. They beat him bloody and he still hadn't given them any information. Clearly going to get the creature wasn't an option but maybe, just maybe they could get the creature to come to them.

“I wish Y/N was here,” he thinks as the water gets darker around him further from the light he sinks. His lungs start to burn screaming for air. They don’t understand what’s going on, they think he’s holding his breath for the fun of it. Things start to get hazy when he sees a back mass heading full speed to him.

______

“Oh great a shark,” he’d laugh if he could.

He fights to keep his eyes open, he’s getting light headed. The creature comes closer into view and he finally sees it’s not a shark but Y/N. Gally immediately believes it to be a hallucination conjured by his brain to comfort him in his final moments. She grabs his face with both hands.

“Gally,” he can hear her voice so clearly in his head, like she is really speaking to him, just like it would sound on the beach. “Please hold on, I’m here now,” she reaches behind him and suddenly his arms are free, she must of slashed them with her claws. She grabs one of his hands and shoots upward swimming as fast as she can. The water sloshing around them makes it harder for Gally to see and without air he’s already fighting not to pass out anyway. Gally has enough sense to remember the crew awaiting to trap his friend and he uses his last little bit of energy to thrash around and tug on her hold on him until they stop. When Y/N stops swimming and comes face-to-face with him again he notices the water is lighter again, like they are closer to the surface.

"I hope they don't see us." He could feel Y/N confusion but she doesn't try and pull him to the surface again.

He wishes he could tell her it’s okay, that he’s sorry, that he’ll miss her, but he can’t speak. He closes his eyes when she grabs his cheeks again and can feel himself falling into unconsciousness. Right before he slips completely under he feels a softness touch his lips

“I love you Y/N” he thinks before everything goes black.

His eyes open and he feels different… weightless. Gally is confused, “is this heaven?” he thinks, before a movement catches his eyes. Y/N is in front of him and touching his cheeks again.

“Gally,” her voice is soft. He knows now it is heaven. “This isn’t heaven…” she explains and he blinks, his eyes feel different. He looks around. He still looks like he’s in the water. That’s impossible, he’s dead, he has to be. Is heaven in the ocean? Or is his heaven with Y/N and because she’s a mermaid he’s in the ocean. “Gally!” He looks up at her.

“How are you speaking without opening your mouth?”

“I need to explain somethings. Gally you aren’t dead… I- do you remember the story of how I became a mermaid?” Gally thinks back to the conversation they had on the beach before and nods. “You’re a mermaid… I kissed you.” Her eyebrows furrow and her lips are downward. “I’m sorry…”

Before she could overthink too much he grabs her face and smashes his lips to hers. Their first kiss he didn’t get to enjoy it because he was on the cusp of death. Her body pulls closer and molds against his and she wraps her arms around his waist as she kisses back. It’s when her arms touch his hips he realizes a change. He pulls back and looks down. His tail is a yellow with a gold shimmer and the fins are black.

“I have a tail!” He hears a giggle as he swishes it through the water. “Wait how do we talk… can you read all my thoughts?” He looks back up at Y/N and she shakes her head fondly.

“Above the water we can talk like you did before. Down hear I can’t hear your thoughts… It’ll take you some time but you’ll learn the difference between communicating and thinking. Basically if you look at another mermaid and talk to them in your mind they’ll hear it. Don’t direct thoughts at another mermaid don’t look at them or picture yourself talking to them or they’ll hear it. For a while you should only look at me if you’re trying to talk to me until you get used to it.”

“I’ll probably offend other mermaids for a bit…”

“No, you won’t meet others for a while. I have to keep you from the others until you learn how to be a mermaid…”

“Are… are they upset about me?” Gally’s voice comes through worried.

“No… it’s just the rules whenever a human is changed. I’ll explain more later.”

"Wait, where are we? Are we still where you found me?" Gally becomes frantic and Y/N has to grab his cheeks to stop him from literally swimming in circles.

"Calm down, we are far away from the surface and away from the ship, what happened?"

"My crew turned on me, they found out about you somehow. I think one of them followed me to the beach one night. They wanted to trap you but I refused, that's why they threw me over. I think they were hoping you'd save me."

"I did save you," she corrects.

"I know but I think I sunk too deep if you broke the surface they would've caught you," Y/N gets this soft look on her face, almost fond.

"That's why you fought me when I tried pulling you to air," it wasn't a question but Gally nodded anyway.

"Gally you spent your last human moments protecting me?" She squeezes his cheeks which she was still cradling while he explained what happened and smashes her lips to his for a third time.

The merman melts into it and moves similar to how he would move his legs he manages to wrap his tail around hers and she giggles against his lips before pulling apart, Gally chases her lips and she allows a few a few more pecks before placing a clawed finger on them to stop him.

"I love you Sailor Gally," she smiles softly and if he still could he would be blushing.

"I wished for you, you know?" He says instead knowing she already heard his confession earlier.

"I know..."

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You Belong With Me - Chapter 40

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Description: Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Logan has been appointed as a the prince’s new advisor.

Word Count: 6313

Chapter warnings are at the end of the post because of major spoilers but please, scroll to the bottom of the post to see them if you need to!

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A sharp chill shot up Logan's spine as a familiar giggle filled the air behind him. His vision blurred as he spun on his heels toward the shadows of the wood behind him. A sharp breath caught in his throat as Remy’s body slumped to the ground.

“No!”

Dread dropped in his throat as Logan lurched forward. An unconscious cry erupted from his throat as Roman’s hands closed around his elbows, stopping him from rushing forward as a set glowing green eyes appeared from the forest behind Remy’s unconscious body. Logan’s breath rushed from his body the emerald gaze narrowed on him and a crooked, white grin emerged from the darkness. Logan’s knees went weak as the giggle continued to echo around them, growing manic as Remus stepped out of the darkness.

The changeling’s gaze locked onto Logan with hungry stare, licking his lips as he turned down to the motionless body of the fae below him. A satisfied smile spread across Remus’ face as he kicked at the shadow fae’s shoulder, rough as he checked to see that Remy was out cold. “Damn, bitch went down quick. It’s so boring when they don’t even put up a fight.”

“You bastard—”

A dark blur leaped from the shadows as Virgil’s dagger slashed for Remus’ throat. The swift movement was nearly too quick for Logan to process, but Remus effortlessly brushed his attack to the side, nearly sending him flying to the ground. Remus giggled as Virgil turned back to him, fury in his eyes as his dagger flashed through air. Roman’s grip on Logan’s arms slackened as the changeling’s eyes lit up and he brought his foot down on the back of Virgil’s leg. Logan’s skin tingled with a cold chill as Virgil fell to his knees and Roman moved to rush past him. He froze as the energy in the air shifted as Remus’ hissed into his ear, stopping Roman in his tracks.

“Put that dagger to you own throat.”

A gasp was pulled from Virgil’s throat as his movements became rigid with sheer force of will as he fought the power of Remus' words. Remus smiled as he circled around front of Virgil as he flashed a sadistic smile at Roman as he leaned into Virgil’s face as he compelled him.

“Do it now or I’ll make you do worse, pet.”

Virgil cried out as his elbow bent forcibly and he lifted the blade to his throat hovering just above the fragile skin as he fought Remus' control. Logan’s heart dropped at the sound of metal sliding against metal filled the air as Remus drew a sword from his side. The changeling’s grin widened as he reached down, grabbing handful of Virgil’s hair as he forced his gaze toward Roman and Logan as he whispered in his ear.

“Don't look away.” Remus hissed as his eyes glowed brightly as he smirked at Virgil. “I wouldn't want you to miss a single moment of me murdering your friends right in front—”

A snarl filled the air as a feral form erupted from the woods, knocking Remus to the ground. Logan flinched as the sound of Remus sword hitting the ground as Roman brushed past him towards the blue blur as Remus rolled over, momentarily distracted. Time seemed to slow as the sounds of a struggle broke out in front of him, quickly silenced as Patton’s scream filled the air.

“Stop.”

Cold dread weighed down on Logan as his friend’s cry stopped abruptly and Remus turned his intent glare over his shoulder as he pointed a bloody dagger at Roman. The prince stopped in his tracks, standing rigid under Remus' control as his eyes flitted helplessly down to Patton's motionless body face down in the grass in behind Remus.

“Who would have guessed it would be that pathetic whelp who would put up the most fight of all of you?” Remus hissed, pausing as he spat blood out onto the ground before stepping toward Roman.

“Kneel, Roman.”

“I will not bow to you, villain." Roman hissed through gritted teeth as Remus' attempt to compel him weighed heavy on his body.

“Fine,” Remus grinned at Logan over Roman’s shoulder as he leaned into the prince’s ear with a sinister smile. “Then fall to me, bitch.”

Logan flinched as Remus turned his dagger, bringing it down on the prince’s temple with a loud crack. Roman’s knees immediately buckled underneath him, and he dropped to the ground with a pained grunt. Remus loomed over him, barely suppressing a manic chuckle as he tipped the prince over with his foot, stepping on Roman’s chest until he wheezed for breath.

“Stay down or I'll snap your neck next.”

“Remus, enough!”

Logan jumped as Janus' angry voice resonated in the air between them and the man stepped out of the shadows, looming between Remus and Logan.

“I'm ordering you to back d—”

Janus' voice broke to raspy breaths as Remus flourished a gesture with his hand eyes glimmering in green. Logan watched in horror as Janus’ shoulders as he wheezed, stumbling as he found himself unable to pull air into his lungs. Remus chuckled as he stepped over Roman, watching Janus struggle as he stepped toward the fae as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.

“You have no idea how long I've waited to do that.” Remus grinned, his voice deep as he leered over at Janus. His dagger twisted dangerously around his fingers as Janus stumbled back, still wheezing as his eyes widened with panic. “The leash is off and it looks like I have a new playmate.”

Janus' eyes went wide as Remus foot landed square in his chest, sending him flying backward into the tree behind him. His eyes fluttered as his chest heaved and he slumped down to the ground, looking stunned as he slipped to the ground.

“Oh, no. Don't even think about passing out on me, Dee-Dee.” Remus chimed with a giggle as he kneeled in front of him, forcing his jaw up as he made a quick movement with his other hand. Janus choked as air flooded his lungs, eyeing Remus with a deathly glare as the changeling held him against the tree. “Love the breathplay and all, but I want you to watch as I take the one chance you had a redeeming yourself out of this world.”

Logan staggered back, panic rising in his throat as Remus' dagger pointed up to him. He tensed to run when as Remus’ eyes flashed dangerously and his voice resonated in the air.

“Run and I'll slit every one of their throats, pretty boy.”

A panicked gasp escaped Logan’s throat as he froze in place. His breathing started to become unsteady and he dropped his gaze, clutching his chest as his vision started to blur from the hyperventilation.

“Don’t let him get in your head, Logan. He's blu—”

Logan’s head jerked up as Janus’ voice abruptly cut short and he stared as Remus glared down at Janus.

“I think you're better seen than heard, Dee-Dee.”

Logan flinched as Remus plunged his dagger forward, relieved as it missed Janus’ face by inches. He looked up to see that the dagger had pierced the back of Janus' thick cloak, pinning him to the tree as he struggled to free himself.

“Now, we can get to the real fun.” Remus giggled as Janus’ eyes shot to Logan. He struggled against the dagger unable to pull himself free as the changeling stepped away from him. Clouds blocked out the sun, chilling the air around them Remus’ eyes flashed green and an unnaturally wide smile spread over his face. “It's been so long since I got to have a proper playtime with you, Logan. I’ve missed our long nights together.”

Stumbling back, Logan’s heart began to pound in his chest as Remus casually rocked down to grab his sword from the grass, continuing to stagger toward him. “No—”

“You know what? I changed my mind, pretty boy.” Remus chimed as Logan stumbled away from him as him. He started to giggle, manic as he pointed the sword at Logan. “I think you should run.”

Logan didn’t hesitate as Remus pulled back his sword to swing at him. He spun on his heels, bolting into the trees at the sound of Remus’ sword cutting through the air. Remus laughed manically as his feet carried him forward. His eyes narrowed as the panic rushed to his head making him lightheaded as he zigzagged through the trees. His lungs quickly rebelled against him as he turned, darting away from the approaching sound of Remus’ laughing. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as he resisted the urge to give into the burning in his chest. He forced his body to keep moving ever as his vision blurred and Remus voice echoed in his head, surrounding him in a swirling, surreal hell as darkness pulled at the edge of periphery. With a final gasp, his foot caught a root tumbling him to the ground. Weakly, he attempted to push himself upright only to have a heavy boot come down on back, knocking the remaining breath out of his lungs as his chest hit the ground.

“You really thought you'd gotten away. Didn’t you?” Remus purred as he lifted his foot, rushing forward to catch Logan’s collar as he scrambled to escape. "You were never free."

Logan's skin started to tingle as blue sparks flickered at his fingertips. He could feel the charge building in his body as he willed his lightning to his defense, but his effort quickly stalled as sharp point jabbed into the side of his abdomen.

“Shock me and I'll make a mural of your guts on the ground. Got it, pretty boy?”

Nodding stiffly, Logan attempted to swallow the lump in his throat as he stilled his struggling.

“Get up.”

Remus’ grip tightened on Logan’s collars he jerked him to his feet. His breath caught in his throat as the changeling’s fingers dug deep into his shoulder as the sharp tip of the blade dug into his side. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he strained to arch his back away from the dangerous blade, only irritating Remus further. Logan pursed his lips, holding his hands up in surrender as they walked in silence. Only a few minutes later, Logan could see the clearing in the ahead of them and he flinched as Remus’ grip tightened on his shoulder as the man’s anger surged behind him.

“You really fucked shit up for me, pest.” Remus hissed behind him as he led Logan back to the clearing full of his friends. “I’ve grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle, and you had the nerve to come here and blow my cover with our dear Roman. You screwed him and suddenly he thinks he cares about you enough to turn on me—”

“I didn’t—” Logan whimpered as the blade pressed into his side and the man’s grip tightened on his shoulder. Blood rushed to his head as he staggered back into the clearing. His vision swam, but he could feel Virgil and Janus’ heads lift up as Remus shoved him to his knees in front of them.

“—and if you’d actually managed to break the curse, the fae courts would have ordered me destroyed.” Remus' deep voice radiated with anger, sending chills down Logan's spine as the man breathed into his ear, curling a hand around his throat. “You almost got away with it, too. If Roman’s pet hadn’t capped Dee’s power, I never would have been able to take down him and Big Bad over there.”

Logan blinked as he looked up to where Remy was lying unconscious on the far side of the clearing. His skin prickled as Remus breathed in his ear, fingers trailing down Logan’s neck.

“Now, I'd love to take the time to remind you who you belong to, but I'm on a bit of a time crunch.” Remus cooed cheerily in his ear as he rose to his feet. “I've got to deliver Roman’s body to daddy dearest, if I want to keep up my charade as the prince.”

Despair welled in his chest as Remus chuckled and took a step back and the blade appeared in Logan’s periphery Remus rested the blunt edge of the blade on his shoulder.

“Goodbye, pest.”

Logan sucked in a breath, closing his eyes as Remus lifted his sword to swing. He braced himself, silently preparing for the blade to come to come down on his neck. He tensed as Remus let out a breath behind him and he waited for the quiet sound of the blade coming down. Instead, the sound of metal striking metal grated in his ears loudly behind him. The unearthly sound sent adrenaline rushing through his veins and he shot forward to the ground. Logan turned his head at the sound of grunting behind him, rolling on his back as his eyes lifted up to the unexpected sight before him.

“Roman?”

He stared in shock as the prince pushed Remus aside, using Remus' own surprise to his advantage as he advanced on the changeling. Logan jumped to his feet, gasping as the dazed prince was knocked back as Remus seemed to regain his bearings.

“I told you to stay down.”

Logan flinched as Roman narrowly dodged Remus’ sword as it swiped across his chest, connecting with Roman’s weapon and sending it flying through the aid.

“—and I said I will not bow to you.” Roman muttered, eye darting around him for something to use as a weapon as Remus stalked toward him.

Remus growled as he lunged forward. His eyes emanated a toxic green color as he focused his magical energy on the prince, pushing all his magic towards compelling the uncooperative prince. “You should have.”

Desperate, Logan rushed forward toward Roman’s sword as Remus advanced, hoping the prince could keep his attention long enough for Logan to make a move. The thought suddenly weighed heavy in his mind as Roman fell back to the ground, unable to defend himself.

“Give up, Roman.” Remus lifted his sword to the prince’s throat as the prince raised his hands up, laying prone at the changeling’s feet. His eyes flared bright as his power peaked, staring down at Roman as a cruel sneer stretched across his face. “You can't win.”

“No, you’re right.” Roman smirked, glancing around him as the air suddenly shifted and stirred around him. The sky darkened as the prince flashed a smug smile as he glanced over Remus’ shoulder. “but I don’t need to.”

Remus mustache twitched as he felt a sword tip at his back. He snarled, eye flaring as his head started to turn around. “My sword will be through his throat before you can even react, pretty b—”

“Drop your weapon, Remus.”

The energy in the air shifted as a bolt of lightning lit up the cloudless sky above them. The air resonated with the boom of the thunder as the glow in Remus' eye dissipated and the sword dropped from his hand. His body became rigid as flurry a movement stirred around them. Remus’ spell lifted from his friends as Logan took control of Remus’ movement. In his periphery, he could see Virgil rush to Patton as Roman lept to his feet, grabbing Remus' sword and lifting it to the changeling’s chest as the changeling stood motionless between them.

“You can compel him, Logan. Changelings are part human.”

A smile curled on Logan’s lips as his bright, blue eyes flashed towards Janus as his new friend seemed to find his voice. The subtle charge traveled across his arms as Remus’ wide eyes turned up to him. A snarl curled on his lips as he tossed the sword aside, stepping forward as his power crawled across his skin in tiny electrical arms as the particles in the air charged and reality itself bent to his will.

“Turn around, Remus.”

Remus scowled as he rigidly turned to face Logan. His face twitched with rage as a brilliant, blue light cascaded from Logan's eyes, curling down his face as the light filled the scars on his face as he loomed over Remus. His skin glimmered like the night sky as he reached his hand to the changeling’s collar as he lifted the changeling into the air. Remus squirmed in his grip as the glimmering blue light jumped to Remus, creeping up his skin as the man’s eyes went wide with fear.

“Remus, your reign of tyranny is over,” Logan stated as the wind swept around them curling up into the sky around them as the trees swayed with the force of his power. “Waste away knowing I'm right where I belong, living a happy life with my family while you fade away from existence.”

Remus scowled as fury filled his eyes, but his anger was short-lived as the colorful lights danced up his skin and fear filled his body as he struggled against Logan’s grip. His fearful gaze turned back to Logan as his limbs started to fade away, turned to dust as his body returned to the earth.

Logan swayed as the light evaporated in his hand, leaving him standing alone in the clearing as his own power flickered and faded from his eyes, leaving him weakened as the ground rushed toward his face. Warmth flooded over him as arms curled around him, stopping his short drop to the ground. Slowly, the ground approached as he looked up at Roman, smiling at the prince gentleness as he rested in the prince’s grip.

“You did so good, Lo.” Roman smiled, brushing Logan’s hair out of his face as he sweetly leaned his forehead down to Logan’s. “I’m proud of how far you’ve come.”

“Thank you.” Logan whispered, feeling himself truly breathe for the first time in weeks as he rested in the prince’s arms. For a quick moment, he reached up to the bruise forming on Roman’s temple. “Are you okay?”

“My ego’s a little bruised, but more than anything I think I was struck by a realization listening to that monster ramble.” Roman voice dropped, smiling as Logan looked up at him. “He was wrong, Logan. You never belonged to him.”

Logan smiled as he raised a hand to Roman’s cheek, feeling lighter as the prince smiled down at him. “I know, Roman.”

“More than that, though,” Roman blinked. His heart fluttered as he stared down at the sparkling glimmer in Logan’s deep, blue eyes smiling at the galaxies that seemed to stir behind the man’s gaze. “I want there to be a reason for it all. Call it fate or destiny, but I want to believe that we went through all of this for a reason. I want to believe that we were thrown together into this chaos because somehow the universe knew that you belong here with me.”

A rosy blush spread across Logan’s cheeks as he rose up to gently place a kiss on Roman’s lips, lingering on the soft warmth of the prince’s skin. “I’m uncertain if fate is responsible for our meeting, but all the same, I can’t deny the outcome of ending up here with you is the most favorable I could have asked for.”

“Girl, just get a room already.”

Logan’s eyes brightened as he turned to Remy’s voice. He quickly sat up to see the fae stood tall above him, still shaken as he moved forward. His eyes glowed a faint pink as his shadows swelled around him, steadying him as his eyes flickered unsteadily.

“Are you okay?” Logan jumped to his feet as Remy swayed.

“I'll be flying high in a few minutes, babes. This ain’t nothing.” Remy slurred as he held up a hand to stop him from worrying. “Listen, I'll take care of Janus, but you need to check on your other friend.”

“Right.” Logan hesitated, watching Roman rush to where Virgil hovered over Patton. He bit his lip as Remy flashed him a reassuring smile. He gave a quick nod and turned to dart to follow Roman to Patton’s side. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he rushed across the open clearing toward where Roman knelt over Patton, hands pressed into his wound as his head rested in Virgil’s lap.

“I don’t understand what's happening.”

Tears streamed down Virgil’s paled face and his shoulders were shaking as Logan knelt beside him. A quick scan of Patton’s body left him speechless. His friend’s eyes were closed and Logan was happy to see that his friend was breathing, though none of his training with the apothecary could have prepared him for the sight of Patton’s blue lips as the blood swelled around Roman’s hands

Dark, red blood clung to Patton’s abdomen as Logan’s eyes trailed to the growing red stain on his friend’s clothing. An ice-cold chill settled over Logan's body as he leaned in to examine closer.

“Logan, help—”

“I'm sorry. He's—” Logan tensed as Virgil looked up at him with red eyes. “He's breathing, Vee. Hold on. I’ll figure this out.”

Roman looked up as Logan as he turned down to face Patton’s face as he held two fingers to his friend’s throat to check his pulse.

“His pulse is stable,” Logan paused, glancing down as he explored the wound with his hand. “but we have to stop the bleeding immediately.”

“What do we do, L?”

“I—I don't know, Vee.” Logan stuttered as he dived deep into his knowledge of wound care for any sort of solution. “This isn’t my specialty—"

“He can't die—”

“I'm not going to let him die” Logan stated matter-of-factly, despite what his own gut was saying about a wound that had cut this deep. “I just need to find a starting—”

“Janus can fix him.”

Logan’s eyes lifted up as Remy approached. He hung limply off Janus’ shoulder as the man helped him forward. Their movements were clumsy as Janus help him move, hands still bound behind his back as he attempted to keep Remy from staggering. Logan glanced up, worried as his extra senses picked up on the poison flowing the older fae’s body. “Remy, are you sure you’re—”

“I'm fine, babes.” Remy grumbled with a smirk. “This is a nasty bit of shit but there ain't a poison in this realm or the next that can kill me. Got it?”

“Okay.” Logan whispered after a moment, taking a short breath as anxiety tingled in his chest. “What were you saying about Janus?”

“Virgil, you need to unbind him now.” Remy muttered, pushing himself upright as he stood on his own. “Your friend is going to need his help.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed suspiciously on Janus at Remy's order. “Remy, I don’t—"

“Every minute you waste doubting me your friend gets closer to bleeding out, Virgil.” Remy growled, kneeling in front of Virgil as he leveled with him. “Patton’s as good as dead unless a miracle happens. Right, Logan?”

Logan hesitated guiltily as Virgil turned toward him. “He’s right, Vee. The odds are not in Patton’s favor right now.

“I know it’s not easy to trust him right now, but Janus is the best damn healer you could ask for right now.” Remy eased at the sight of the red streaks on Virgil’s face. “I’d never lead you astray, kid. You know me better than that.”

“I’ve seen it, Vee.” Logan whispered after a moment of silence. “He healed an injury on my neck last night. The injury was nothing major, but his techniques were effective.”

Virgil stared at Logan as all eyes fell on him and let out an exasperated sigh, resting Patton’s head gently in the grass as he stood up off the ground.

“Fine. Turn around.” Virgil dug through his pockets as he came up behind Janus. Without hesitation, Virgil slipped the key slipped into the lock and soon both cuffs fell free into Virgil’s hand. Immediately, Janus turned to rush to Patton, but Virgil held up a hand to his chest to stop him. “If you—”

“If I hurt him, you'll no doubt make my life a living hell.” Janus grumbled as he looked down at Virgil’s hand with impatience. “Your feelings toward me are quite clear.”

Virgil cast a side-eyed glance at Remy before turning back to Janus. “No. I was going to say, if you save him, I'll owe you a debt. Take that however you want but know I don't offer it lightly.”

Janus paused. His guarded expression dropped as Virgil lifted his arm out of his way. For a split second, Janus was still as he stared down at the worried look in the man's eyes, but the urgency of the situation quickly outweighed his own shock.

“Remus was my responsibility, so the injuries he caused your friend are mine to care for as well.” Janus replied softly as he started to move forward. “You do not owe me anything.”

Virgil nodded, dropping his gaze as Janus stepped past him to Roman. The prince’s eyes were wide with fear as Janus knelt beside him taking in the severity of the injury.

“Do not move your hand until I tell you.” Janus ordered in a hushed toned as he knelt next the prince. He slowed as he reached his hand underneath Roman’s elbow to feel around the edge of the red cloth he held pressed into Patton’s wound. His fingertips traced injury as he could feel the magic starting the flow through his body. “The wound is deep, but the blade missed anything vital. This is going to be a process, but I believe I can fix this with minor lingering effects.”

Roman’s eyes darted up to the reassuring look in Janus’ eyes before letting out some of the tension of white knuckles as he let out a relieved breath.

“Slowing the bleeding when you did probably saved his life, Prince Roman.” Janus whispered, deep in focus as his fingertips trailed the wound. His skin tingled as he felt Patton’s body responding to the subtle intricacies of his magic. “The blood loss could easily have killed him.”

“—Thank you?” Roman muttered uncertainly as he raised an eyebrow at Janus.

“It was simply an observation of fact.” Janus stated plainly, still focused on his task when a small wheezing gasp passed Patton’s lips. His eyes turned up to the man’s face as he stirred before looking back to Roman. “Ease up your pressure on him just a little bit.”

“You’re sure?” Roman's eyes flicked up to him hesitantly.

“Yes,” Janus whispered. “The bleeding has slowed enough that he's not in any immediate danger. There is no need to make him uncomfortable.”

Roman fidgeted with uncertainty but nodded as he eased the pressure on Patton’s abdomen. He was quiet as Janus continued, staring at the man as he turned his focus downward. The tension in the air hung heavy in the air as the rest of them held their breath, but slowly they could Patton’s unsteady breathing seemed to ease and his body relaxed on the ground.

“You can remove your hands now.”

“What?” Roman looked up in surprise as the fae finally broke the silence. Janus didn’t wait for Roman’s brain to catch up before impatiently guiding his hands off Patton as the prince stared at the bloody stain uncertainly.

“Does anyone have clean water?” Janus muttered as the others stared blankly back at him. He’d nearly had to growl a command at them again when Remy finally spoke up.

“Sure thing, babes.” Remy huffed as he tossed a waterskin to Janus.

The fae nodded back at him before ducking his head back down, still serious as he pulled a clean cloth from his own bag. The stares of the others fixated on him as Janus started to clear away the blood, eliciting a gasp from Virgil as Janus leaned back.

“What the shit—”

Janus flinched as Virgil’s voice filled the air and he rushed toward Patton. The fae’s body stilled, relaxing into a tense silence as Virgil knelt down beside him, leaning over Patton’s chest as his mouth hung agape. Virgil stared, holding his hand out over where the wound had been. His fingertips brushed Patton’s bare skin as his mouth opened and closed in disbelief at the faint scar of the wound that had healed, nearly completely.

“How did you—What did you—” Virgil sputtered as his eyes turned up to Janus. “Patton, he's—”

The fae dropped his gaze as Virgil stared at him with and incredulous expression. “Your friend will be fine. He’ll probably be sore for a few days as his body recovers from the shock, but outside of that, the effects will—”

“Remus stabbed him and there’s nothing there.” Virgil’s heart dropped in his chest as Janus avoided his gaze, but he continued to press the fae. “How did you do it?

“All of the Fair Folk have their specialties, Virgil. Despite his chosen name, Deceit’s shape-shifting is only a small portion of his true gifts.” Remy smiled, his arm curled around Logan’s shoulder for support as he regained his energy. “Bitch is practically an idol up north. They absolutely worship him.”

“That is a bit of an overstatement, Remy.” Janus muttered, rising to his feet.

“—and he’s humble, too.” Remy teased as Janus stepped away before turning back to Virgil. “He is the Dian Cecht of the Isles of the north and his skills are the tails of legends.”

“Remy, stop.” Janus muttered, stepping aside.

“Dian Cecht—” Roman whispered, turning up from Patton. “—That’s the name you gave us before.”

“I couldn’t exactly lie to you, Prince Roman. Even my set of skills doesn’t change that limitation.” Janus muttered, still clearly uncomfortable with Roman and Virgil’s attention. His eyes flitted briefly to Logan and Remy as he crossed his arms across his chest. “The name is one of the many I’ve collected through the years, though a status as a prince is a liberal interpretation of my role in the north.”

“How is that even possible?” Roman glanced over at Virgil with a question in his eyes. “You’re either a prince or you’re not.”

“Oh, girl. Now, I know yer daddy raised you smarter than that, Roman.” Remy smirked, leaving Logan to wrap his arm around Janus as he stared uncomfortably at the ground. “Fae politics are a little more intricate than the powerplay you humans like to engage in. Janus here hails from one of the most powerful fae families in the world and he stands to inherit the head of household should his one or two bastards in that shitstorm finally kick the bucket.”

“Remy—”

Remy paused, rubbing the fae’s shoulder as Janus tensed. His voice dropped as he looked down at Janus standing rigidly underneath him. “Too far, Jan?”

Janus tipped his head up, mouth open as he struggled to find the right words.

“Thank you.”

All heads followed Janus' shocked gaze as he turned down to Virgil. He held his breath as his eyes glistened in the morning light.

“I don’t care who you are, but he’s alive.” Virgil whispered, brushing aside Patton’s disheveled hair as he looked up at Janus. “I-I’m still not okay with what you’ve done but if what Logan and Rem say is true, this is a start to making things right. So—thank you, I guess.”

Janus blinked as Virgil stared up at him with genuine gratitude and his anxiety seemed to ease slightly. “You’re welcome.”

“Virgil?”

Virgil’s attention immediately dropped to Patton as his soft voice interrupted their conversation. “Shit, Patton—Are you okay?”

“I’m—” A weak smile appeared on Patton’s face as he raised a hand to his face to wipe at his eyes. He paused, smile faltering at the sight of the blood on his hand as he pushed himself upright. “I’m okay, I think. What happened?”

Virgil’s shoulders dropped in relief as Patton stilled, staring at the bloody tear in his shirt. “You lost your goddamn mind and attacked Remus with nothing but your bare h—"

Patton’s eyes went wide as the memory came rushing back and he glanced around them manically. “Remus, is he—”

“He’s gone, Pat. Relax, Logan got rid of him.” Virgil whispered as he reached his arm up around Patton’s shoulders as his eyes darted around the faces staring back at him. Slowly, Virgil seemed to get Patton to relax into his chest as his shock seemed to fade and he curled into Virgil’s side. Virgil squeezed him tightly letting out a long sigh. “You scared the shit out of me, Pat. Goddamn, what were you thinking?”

Patton hesitated. A faint smile appeared on his face as his eyes flitted up to his friends’ faces as they surrounded him for a before turning back to Virgil. His eyes softened as he noticed the streaks of redness on Virgil’s face from his crying. “—You couldn’t move, Virgil. I couldn’t let him hurt you.”

“Pat—” Virgil muttered, staring down at him in disbelief. “—You could have died.”

Patton smirked as he leaned into Virgil's shoulder. “You would have done the same for me, Virgil.”

“In a heartbeat, but I’m an idiot.” Virgil whispered, resting his head on Patton’s shoulder in exasperation. “You’re supposed to know better than me.”

“Not when you’re in trouble.” Patton chuckled, resting his head on Virgil’s as he leaned. “I don’t ever want to think about losing you, Virgil. I wasn’t going to take any chances that he was going to hurt you.”

“Whatever,” Virgil muttered with an over-exaggerated sigh. “Just don’t get stabbed next time you save my life.”

“Stabbed?” Patton blinked, sitting up. He reached down to the bloody tear in his shirt, pressing his hand into his abdomen. The memory of the burning feeling in his side as Remus rolled on top of him rushed to the front of his mind. “Wait, how—”

“Janus used his abilities to speed up the healing process, Patton.” Logan’s eyes shifted to the tall fae lingering in the shadows behind them, eyes on the ground as he listened to their conversation.

Patton’s confusion shifted to a warm smile as his eyes fell on Janus. Gently, he pulled back from Virgil as the man reluctantly released him. He beamed as he raised a hand up to Virgil’s jaw, taking a moment as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Virgil’s temple. He chuckled as Virgil looked up at him with a shell-shocked expression as he slowly rose to his feet. With a smug smile, he turned to walk over to Janus, feeling Virgil’s eyes trail after him as he went.

“Janus?” Patton slowed on his approach as the man tensed, tipping his eyes up to Patton’s excited smile. The smaller man took another step closer as Janus stood up off the tree he was leaning against, still eyeing him cautiously. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Patton.” Janus whispered after a moment. His shoulders relaxed slightly as the man continue to stare at him with genuine sparkle in his eye. “Though arguably I should actually be apologizing to you. Remus should never have gotten that much freedom.”

“It’s not your fault, kiddo.” Patton giggled as Janus raised an eyebrow at the phrase. He took another step forward, holding out his arms. “May I give you a hug?”

Janus’ head tipped up quickly. Confusion mixed with his already cautious thoughts as his muscles went rigid, staring at the smile of the man in front of him. “I’m not—”

“You don’t have to,” Patton held up his hands as he sensed Janus’ hesitation. He could see Patton withdraw slightly, respecting his boundary. “I know you don’t know me all that well, but I thought maybe you’d want a little—”

“It’s fine.” Janus whispered, glancing cautiously at the man in front of him as his eyes shined bright. “I, um—"

Patton perked up as Janus dropped his arms from where they were crossed across his chest. “Really?”

Still hesitant, he swayed as he avoided Patton’s gaze. All the same, he answered with a nod, bracing himself as Patton stepped forward slowly. Janus’ muscles tensed as Patton’s arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Janus.” Patton whispered with a smile.

Janus blinked, unsure how handle Patton’s gentle warmth as he continued to embrace him. Slowly, his nervousness started to fade and his lips twisted into a small smile. “It is nice to meet you as well, Patton.”

Patton leaned back, releasing him. He smiled at the subtle smile on Janus’ face as leaned his shoulder into the tree next to him, noticeably less anxious than before.

“Alright, love. Hate to interrupt the sweet moment ya’ll are having over there, I think we have to start moving.” Remy chimed in glancing at everyone’s exhausted faces. “I don’t think any of us fancy the idea of having to wait another month to finish this for good.”

Logan looked up from where he stood with Roman, glancing at Janus before turning back to Remy. “Can we still make it in time?”

“We got plenty of time, babes.” Remy smirked, moving confidently in the middle of them. “though we’d best not waste anymore of our precious minute. We have a war to end.”

“Janus seemed to think that we were pressed for time.” Logan raised an eyebrow at them both as Janus shook his head and Remy smirked at him.

“That was before I was here, babes.” Remy purred with a powerful smile as he flashed a glance at Janus’ disapproving stare. His shadows swirled around him as his eyes flashed pink. “We’re taking a shortcut.”

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Chapter warnings: Drugging/Passing out, Weapons, Mind Control, Injuries, Stabbing, Blood, Knife, Not being able to breathe, Sexual innuendo/Jokes, Panic/Anxiety, Death of a Major Character (Kinda, since it's not the real Remus), Romantic contact, Kissing (Let me know If I missed anything!)

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tothemeadow · 4 years ago

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kinktober: Sanemi’s a naughty brat who needs to be put in his place

Day 1: handcuffs / punishment / begging

warnings: NSFW, degradation, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex, cum swallowing

words: 1,587

(a/n): art is not mine

“Pathetic little brat.”

Sanemi’s blood spikes as you step around him, your shiny shoes glistening in the dim light. He swallows the lump in his throat.

The handcuffs dig into his wrist a bit too much for his liking, his skin turning raw and sore. However, he refuses to utter a single word. It’d be against your orders, after all. The rough fabric of the rug rubs his knees; it burns, the fine bristles marking his skin, but he keeps silent. It’s all for you. Everything is for you.

You stop directly before him, a sneer painted on your face. You drop to a crouch, the fabric of your slacks scrunching around your thighs. It takes every ounce of his willpower to not stare directly at it. Instead, Sanemi keeps his eyes trained on the floor.

“Look at me,” you order. Your voice carries that same husky sound, absolutely sweet to Sanemi’s ears and other regions. He does as he’s told and brings his eyes up to meet yours. “You know what you did, don’t you?” You lightly smack the side of his face. “Speak.”

Immediately, Sanemi’s lips pull back in a snarl. “And handcuffing me is going to make things better? Heh. You fucking wish.”

Your hand clamps around his face, effectively squishing his cheeks and pursing his lips out. “It’s this damn mouth of yours,” you mutter. You don’t yell, but Sanemi knows all too well that you’re seething. “Always backtalking me, cursing whenever you feel like. It upsets me, you know?”

Sanemi pulls at the handcuffs pulling his wrists together. The both of you know he can easily break his way out, but where’s the fun in that? Sanemi enjoys his punishments as much as you enjoy dealing them out. His eyes narrow into a glare.

His chest huffs with each heavy breath, the beads of sweat sticking to his skin glowing in the light. He feels like he can’t properly breathe. You release his cheeks, then, and click your tongue. “Goddamn brat.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sanemi purrs, a wicked smirk spreading on his face. He grunts when you grab a fistful of his hair and give it a sharp tug.

Leaning in, your lips brush against the outer shell of his ear. “That’s because it is, brat. I feel like I should tie you to the bed and shove a vibrator up your ass.”

Sanemi shudders beneath you.

You continue. “Bad boy. You act like a naughty little brat just for my attention, don’t you? It pisses me off.”

“Like you don’t like showering me with affection and shit,” Sanemi snaps. He jerks his head to the side, his nose brushing against yours. You can feel his hot breath against your face. “Personally, I think you like it when I act like a brat. Or am I wrong?”

“There you go again, running your mouth,” you mutter, glancing down at his lips. You could give in and give him what he wants, but that’s not how things play out here. Bad boys get punished for their behavior, and Sanemi’s is long past due.

Sanemi scoffs as you pull away and bring yourself to a stand. Kicking your foot out, you press right up against the prominent bulge in his pants. Sanemi groans under the pressure, his hips instinctually bucking into your touch, seeking out that delicious friction. And you let him do so – he gradually begins to buck wildly, increasing his pace, all the while his face scrunched in pleasure. What a fool. You know for a fact that he’s trying to not moan out loud.

“What, are you ashamed that you’re getting off to my foot? I’m not even touching you, baby boy.” Sanemi growls at the name you address with, but his hips stutter. Hell, you can even see the patch of precum gathering in the front of his pants. You press your foot down harder.

“Fuck,” Sanemi moans, his head falling forward.

“What?” you hum. A devilish smile blooms on your face. “You like that? Such a little bitch for pain, huh?”

“Fuck you,” Sanemi stutters. He groans when you pull your foot away. His chest heaves, a delightful blush creeping all the way up his neck and face. You lick your lips at the sight.

“You wanna cum, baby? Say you’re sorry and I might just help you.”

“Hell no.” Sanemi furiously shakes his head. Seriously, his pride is starting to get rather annoying. “I don’t have anything to apologize for.”

And, as if to piss you off even further, he quickly shuffles around, shifting onto his stomach. The audacity of this guy – his hips jerk against the rug, that wicked smirk of his returning. Anger swirls inside your tummy, grasps onto your heart.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you snap. Crouching down once more, you dig your fingers into his hair and yank his head up. “Humping the floor like some filthy mutt? God, you’re so pathetic.”

You’re met with very little struggle as you force him onto his back. Forcing his pants down, you rip them off from his ankles and toss them somewhere behind you. The front of his boxer briefs is so fucking wet that you can’t hold back your snicker. You quickly rid him of the last article of clothing, leaving him completely naked. Arousal pangs at your insides at the sight of his flushed, sweaty body, the angry red head of his cock as it bobs over his stomach.

“Like what you see?” Sanemi mocks.

“Shut the fuck up,” you tell him.

Grabbing onto his cock, you work him at a furious pace; the amount of precum oozing from the tip is more than enough for an easy slide, the wet sounds of his cock fucking into your fist resonating throughout the room. Sanemi pants, his back arching and chest rising towards the ceiling. His dusty nipples are delightfully red and swollen; you grin at his state, knowing he isn’t going to last very long.

“Oh my fuck-“ he curses. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

Enough.

He promptly whines at the loss of contact, his abdomen rippling with want. He looks at you wildly, the whites of his eyes glowing in the dim light. “Why the fuck did you stop?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you start slowly, your hand clenching onto his muscular thigh. “Maybe it’s because you’re acting like a damn bitch in heat. Where’s my apology, huh?”

Sanemi’s teeth bite down on his bottom lip. You can see the battle in his eyes; he’s debating whether he should continue putting up his pathetic façade or should just give in. He swallows thickly.

Bingo.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbles.

Your nails dig into the flesh of his thigh, making him wince. Another bead of precum swells to the head of his cock. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, although through grit teeth this time. “Would you please make me cum? It feels so fucking good.”

You smirk. “Now, was that so hard?”

Angry tears prick the corners of Sanemi’s eyes. “Fucking Christ-“ He abruptly cuts himself with a loud groan when you duck down and swiftly take the head of his cock in your mouth.

You waste no time; hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard at the bulbous head, flick your tongue at the weeping slit. His cock tastes heady, the heavy weight pressing against your tongue as you lower your mouth on him. His breath catches in his chest and a prominent thunk tells you that he threw his head back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, give me more! Your mouth is so fucking hot, oh my god!”

Now, since he asked so nicely, you decide to give in to his pleas. You take his cock further into your mouth, holding your breath as the head reaches your throat. Heat rushes down south as he cries out in pleasure when you swallow around him. Oh, such a lovely baby boy when he’s compliant. You’re absolutely going to wreck him.

You hold his hips down as you continue to suck on him. Pulling back, you lap at the glans, one of your hands reaching down and pumping at the rest of his spit-covered cock. Sanemi keens beneath you, mixtures of your name and curse words filling your ears. Releasing his cock, you quickly duck down, your mouth latching onto one of his balls.

“Fucking shit,” Sanemi hisses. “I’m gonna cum, shit, please keep going.”

You replace your mouth with your hand as you take his cock back into your mouth. You slip the whole way down, a steady stream of air escaping your nostrils. You fight back against your gag reflex as you press your nose into his neatly trimmed pubes. Glancing up, you catch him staring straight at you.

“Oh my god, (y/n)-“ Your name quickly turns into a husky, drawn out moan as his cum shoots straight down your throat. You milk him for what he’s got, fondling his balls and swallowing every single drop of his cum. A good baby only deserves as such, doesn’t he?

When you finally pull off of cock, strings of spit and cum stick to your swollen lips. Sanemi trembles from the force of his orgasm, his face an entirely new shade of red. Licking your lips, you quickly discard your shirt and begin to work at removing your pants.

“It’s my turn, baby boy. Can you do that for me?”

Sanemi eagerly nods his head yes.

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anxiouslymalicious · 5 years ago

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Losers Club Plus One Part 6

A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series.

Read the previous part here or go here for the complete series-masterlist!

A/N: I finally made it!! This is so overdue, but some things always kind of fucked me up and kept me from writing. Like my laptop being an old little shit, my dad being a dick, my birthday, my current lack of money as I’m still looking for a job to finance life and the fact that I have to write university applications. But I finally made it and Part 7 should make it out before the end of this week as a little apology. This has about 3.2k words, just so you know!

Also, huge fucking trigger warning! (anxiety, mentions of homophobia, blood, there is a wound, I didn’t go graphic on that one although I really wanted to.)

I hope you enjoy!

Richie felt his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach as his daughter uttered the words. He felt his whole head grow hot, from his neck to the tips of his ears. His heartbeat quickened and nausea took over his body. Richie felt that he was about to stumble, too far in his head to focus on mundane things like walking. And breathing.

Y/N noticed the change in behaviour in her father. She expected him to nervously joke, but when he fell silent, she knew that she must have hit him hard.

“Dad are you alright?” she asked carefully, stopping in her tracks. Richie kept on walking for a few steps, until he noticed that she wasn’t following him anymore. His back was bent, turned to his daughter, as he fumbled with his hands. He remained quiet, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I’m good, squirt. Let’s keep going, alright?Gotta get that fucking token.” Richie finally replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket but he didn’t make a move to walk. Slowly, almost like she was approaching a young deer, Y/N stepped closer to her father’s insecure figure. Her eyebrows were furrowed, face scrunched up with worry, and she felt her own heart drop. A shaky hand reached for her father’s arm, the sudden touch making the man jump in surprise.

Sad eyes met her own worried ones. She could see tears welling up behind the thick glasses and, as if acting on instinct, wrapped her arms around her father’s middle, hugging the man tightly. It seemed that her action was the straw that broke the camel’s back and within a second, Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier broke down, sobbing desperately in his daughter’s arms.

“Dad I’m here. You’re alright. We’re alright.” Y/N whispered, overwhelmed with the situation. She didn’t know what to do, seeing her father this vulnerable was, despite the occurences in Derry, still mostly unfamiliar to her. A strange sight. Most of the time, she was the one needing support, leaning onto her father, receiving a heartfelt hug and a joke that ultimately helped her go on.

Richie hugged his daughter tighter for a moment, his knees buckling under the weight of the world on his shoulders. Both of their knees were close to giving out so the young girl did what she could to carry their figures to a nearby bench.

Richie let go of his kid, instead opting to hide his face in his hands as he tried to calm himself down. He hated this. Feeling this. Being this. He didn’t even know who or what he was. He just knew that it hadn’t been right. Not back in the day. Not when he grew up. Not when he felt his heart beat out of his chest as Eddie climbed into the hammock with him. Not when he felt his heart break and drop out of his ass when Eddie broke his arm. Not when he heard how Eddie snapped at his mother, defending his friends and growing into the strong soul he had gotten to know that summer many years ago. Not when Bower’s cousin told him off, when Bower’s called him a fag and made him leave the arcade, his safe place.

It was alright for other people to be gay, but surely not for him. Someone who makes jokes for a living and is dependent on what the public thinks of him. Someone who had a daughter whose mother he couldn’t remember.

“Dad,” Y/N spoke up, voice raspy and pregnant with unshed tears, “I love you, you know that, right?”

Richie nodded.

“And do you know what could change that?” she continued to ask.

Richie shook his head, a sharp pain in his abdomen telling him that he was about to hear something he wouldn’t like. He didn’t dare to look up at her face. He wasn’t ready to face the disappointment on her face, the hurt in her eyes.

“Absolutely nothing. I love you for the asshole you are. You are infuriating, your jokes are inappropriate more often than not, you make fun of my mistakes- “

“Aren’t you supposed to say nice things, squirt?” Richie peeked up at her a little, a warm wave of hope filling his chest.

“Don’t interrupt me, I’m having a moment. You, all in one, may seem like a terrible human being to others. But not to me. You make people laugh, you care about your friends so much, you came back to your friends for a promise you made 27 years ago, you took care of me all my life when you could have given me away as easily as my mother has. What I want to say is that nothing could ever make me hate you.” She continued honestly. Richie sniffed, a smile now on his lips. Silent tears were still running down his cheeks.

“Not even… this?” Richie asked, voice hoarse.

“You’ll find out when you tell me what this is.” His daughter replied, a teasing smile on her lips. Richie appreciated the normalcy she tried to bring to the situation.

“This is…” Richie took a shaky breath. “This is me liking Eddie. Not only as friends.” He finally admitted. He heard a squeal beside him before his daughter’s arms engulfed him. A chuckle of relief escaped his lips as he just enjoyed the new feeling. The feeling of being out of the closet he denied hiding in all his life.

“Dad, a lot of people are gay. That’s who you are and who you have always been. It won’t make a change. I love you, dad.” Y/N whispered to Richie and he swore he could feel his heart jump out of his chest in joy. He held onto Y/N’s arms, relishing in the comfort she provided.

“I love you too, squirt. Just… Please do me a favour and don’t tell anyone yet.” Richie mumbled as the duo moved apart. She contently agreed and, with much lighter hearts, they made their way to the hotel.

The easiness of the moment didn’t last long, however. With every step they took, leading closer and closer to the dreaded hotel, the duo felt their enthusiasm fade away. It wasn’t until they came to a stop in front of the old, worn-out doors that they realised how little they liked the situation the pair found themselves in. Hunched over with the weight of the uncertainty surrounding them, they considered each other’s faces before they slung their arms around each other again. For a sweet, ignorant moment, Y/N felt that everything would be alright. That she would hide away in her and her father’s room, patiently wait for her father’s and the other Losers’ safe return and then… Well, what then?

Y/N shook her head a little at the looming question, telling herself not to worry too much about just that for the moment and, instead, savour the warmth of her father’s hug.

Richie held his daughter by her arms to push her away a little, really looking at her face for a moment, hoping to commit every single detail, every freckle and scar, to his memories. Just in case this would be the last time he saw his own flesh and blood. Richie really hoped this wouldn’t be it, but with that psychotic bitch of a clown running around, he just couldn’t be sure.

The harsh autumn air pulled them out of their comfortable trance and Richie cleared his throat of the lump that had started to restrict his airways.

“Okay, listen up, Y/N. This is going to be hard.” Richie started. He wanted to add a dirty joke in hopes of lighting up the mood but bit his tongue instead. “Get yourself a weapon. A knife or something. Just anything you can defend yourself with. And then, I want you to stay in the room and not open the door to anyone except for me. Scratch that, just don’t let anyone in. I’ll be back to pick you up right here the second I find that fucking stupid token. What else? Uh…” Richie scratched his chin, thinking thoroughly about what they had done to wound IT, to keep it away from him, but his mind was blank.

“Oh! Stay away from the drains!” Richie finally added, a little proud of himself for thinking of that last comment although he had to fight his body’s urge to shudder at the memory of the Marsh’s blood-stained bathroom.

“I will, dad. Don’t worry about me. Please be careful. I know you can be a reckless shit at times.” Y/N mumbled as her eyes glazed over with unshed tears. Richie’s breath hitched in his throat as he pulled his daughter close to his heart one more time.

“I promise, squirt.” He mumbled in return, a sorrowful smile on his lips. He hated himself for putting her through all this, making her see and encounter the things he did many years ago. But he secretly also felt relieved. Almost happy that she was there with him to encourage him, bring him back to the ground when panic took over, and, finally, to meet the people he considered family many years ago and was starting to grow closer to again.

“I’ll see you later. I love you, you little shit.” Richie finally said, pulling out of her hug and taking a step back.

“I love you too, you huge shit.” Y/N replied, stepping towards the door. One hand wrapped around the door handle, the cold metal soothing against her sweaty palms. She felt her heart aching in her chest, the wish to cry out loud for her father to not leave her grew rapidly in her stomach. Tears stung in her eyes as she watched her father turn his back to her. What would she do without him?

Y/N’s eyes followed the lanky figure of her father grow smaller with every step he took into the unknown direction. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and Richie turned around, facing her again. He took a look at her. The young girl who had seen horrors, too many of them already, but had yet to face the personification of a nightmare in a fight for life and death. Richie knew that IT was toying with her, just like it did with each of them, but he couldn’t help her.

Not right now.

Not if he wanted his friends to see the sun rise another day.

Y/N mustered up the most reassuring smile she found in her, hand raising to wave at her father before finally stepping into the musty old hotel. The door swung closed behind her, creaking threateningly.

With dragging feet, she made her way through the entrance hall, her figure hunched over with fear. Slow steps finally took her to the right room door where she fished out the spare room key from one of her pockets before entering. Once Y/N found herself in the security of her room, she made sure the door was closed properly, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. She allowed her body to break down, dropping to her bed, and closed her eyes for a moment.

It wasn’t long until she felt that she was drifting off, her mind hazily floating in that state between a deep slumber and full consciousness. Y/N was roughly pulled back to reality, though, as she heard a sound in the room. Like wood creaking under the weight of a living being. A being that had to be bigger than the mice she assumed were roaming the place.

Scratching. Finger nails on wood.

Another step.

And another.

Something was crunching.

The sound dulled.

Y/N’s heart felt like it had jumped to her throat. Her senses were heightened. Her body was shaky as she rolled herself off the bed, creeping behind the next bed, the one closest to the window instead of the door.

More steps. Faster steps. Shorter steps. They grew louder and louder.

Y/N…

The sound of her own blood rushing through her veins filled her ears as she slowly moved. Crawling on her hands and knees. Hoping to find a spot to hide.

‘Find yourself a weapon’ Her father’s words echoed in her mind.

She cursed herself for not doing as her father told her. The steps continued. She heard them. Heard the sickly sound of drops falling to the ground. Y/N felt the bile rise to her throat with fear of what might be dropping to the ground. Drop. After drop. After drop.

Oh Y/N…

A voice sounded in her head. A voice she knew not to be her own. A voice that was disturbingly familiar. But it never reached her ears.

Poor little baby.

Again. It sounded as though the voice was inside her. Replacing the voice of her own thoughts.

It sounded like IT was in her head.

A shrill laugh filled the room. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, eyes carefully scanning the room to find the source of the sudden sound. The real sound.

More steps. Angry stomps. Menacing. Threatening.

And suddenly, they stopped. IT should be in her sight now. But IT wasn’t.

Something wet dropped to her shoulder. Her blood ran cold. She didn’t want to turn around. Her mind screamed at her to run. Run away. As far as possible. But her body acted on its own accord.

She turned her head and came face to face with the clown. Blood was dripping down its chin. Mouth wide open, teeth stained with blood. IT’s yellow eyes had nothing human in them as the clown suddenly laughed.

“Boo!” IT growled, Y/N jumped away just in time to escape the teeth. Uncontrollable screams escaped her lips. Claws rather than hands were reaching out to her, trying to pull her closer. The girl rolled around, desperately pushing herself up from her knees to run. The bathroom door was still closed but it seemed like the best option.

As if on cue, IT untangled its body, following her the girl almost mechanically as she stumbled towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She leaned her full body against it, hoping to keep it closed. IT’s claw stabbed through the door. A sharp, throbbing pain shot through her arm.

“Poor little thing, living a lie.” IT taunted the young girl. She shut her eyes tightly, body still pressed against the door.

“You’re not real, this is not real.” She whispered. “I’m in my bed in LA, this is a nightmare and none of this is real. I’m just dreaming.”

“Believe me, little Y/N. This is real.” IT replied, almost gleeful of the situation. The next thing she heard was a pop, then deafening silence. Y/N felt her knees buckle, her body slowly slid down the door, welcoming the cool tiles below her. She remained silent, waiting for a new move by the creature, but receiving none.

A throbbing sensation spread through her arm and she winced as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Y/N’s ears were filled with one sound only. The almost droning sound of her blood flowing through her ears. Her heart was hammering painfully against her ribcage. Bile hit the back of her throat as she gasped desperately for air. A tingling sensation shot through her body, starting at the very tips of her fingers and leading up to her chest where her lungs were screaming for oxygen.

Thoughts of her father filled her mind. Memories of him helping her through anxiety attacks. Memories of him telling her how to breathe. Rhythm.

‘In and out.’ Richie coaxed her, holding her cold hands in his own. ‘Slowly, Y/N.’

‘’m t-tryin’’ she mumbled out, the tingling in her lips uncomfortably familiar.

‘I know, squirt, I know. Come on, I’ll help. Breathe in.’ her father said gently, softly, as to not scare her. He squeezed her hand, signalling her to breathe in. She tried to follow his directions, but panicked gasps hindered her.

‘Shhh, shh… It’s alright. Don’t worry. Just try to breathe.’ Richie continued, relieving the pressure on her hands, silently telling her to breathe out. She tried to do as she was told, struggling, but letting out the air in her lungs until Richie squeezed her hands again.

‘You’re doing so good, squirt. I’m so proud of you.’ Y/N smiled a little as her father talked to her, soothing her, comforting her. Slowly, her breathing evened and the young girl felt like she was in control of her body again.

Control.

Regain control.

Instead of her father squeezing her hands, Y/N balled her hands into fists, pressing them closed, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palm as she tried to breathe in, releasing the pressure as she tried to breathe out.

Richie. She was missing her father.

Breathe in. Squeeze. Hold it. Breathe out. Let go.

Again, and again, and again.

The familiar tiredness washed over her body, slumping with exhaustion as her shaky breaths evened out, her airways relaxing. Her body eased up, uncramping as she felt a wary sense of safety wash over her.

Some time passed. Minutes, maybe hours, maybe seconds, until she found the energy in her exhausted body to fight herself up onto her feet. She peeked through the hole IT’s claw had left in the door, carefully watching the room. Nothing moved. Not a single shadow. Everything was eerily quiet. Her eyes finally travelled through the bathroom she continued to hide herself in for the moment, landing on her scared reflection in the broken mirror. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, knowing that death was reaching for her.

Y/N’s eyes looked down at the sink, then her gaze travelled to her arm. Blood was running down her arm, dripping down the tips of her fingers. It wasn’t enough to be dangerous, she was sure of that, but she still didn’t want to risk the wound getting infected. Besides, she felt vulnerable in the bathroom, near the drain, the place Richie told her to avoid.

Hesitantly, she walked closer to the sink. Something blinked. She stopped in her tracks. It took Y/N a moment to realise that it was just shards of the mirror lying innocently in the sink, reflecting the sunlight that made its way through the dirty window.

Y/N considered the glass, the sharp tips and edges for a moment. She lifted one of the handy pieces, twirling it around between her fingers before deciding that it would do as a weapon. At least for now.

The girl moved through the room, the shard tucked into the back-pocket of her jeans, in hopes of finding anything to patch her arm up with, but ultimately coming up with nothing.

With an angry grumble, she wrapped a towel around her arm and washed the drying blood off her hands. Then, Y/N walked back to the door and listened for a noise. Any little sound from the actual room. But still, nothing. Absolute silence.

With sweaty palms, she opened the door. The room was empty. Empty, except for a single red balloon. For a moment, it seemed ridiculous. A monster that easily could kill her and half of Derry over the course of a day just up and left, leaving nothing behind except for a stupid red balloon, the maybe least intimidating object she had ever encountered. She scoffed, feeling almost offended at the simplicity of the moment.

That was, until the balloon turned a little and she could see what was written on it.

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reminiscing-writer · 5 years ago

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Spencer Reid x Reader where she confesses shes always loved him while held at gun point like jj did?? Thank you baby ❣

YES OKAY *clears throat*

WARNING:

References to rape, being held hostage, violence

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You were shaking, not from fear, but from the cold of the freezer you were being held hostage in.

Your captor played with the revolver in his hands, and put it to his bottom lip, as if he were thinking, “I’m bored! Come on! Give me a good one!” He exclaimed loudly, his voice booming in the closed room.

“David, there are agents en route, there’s no use in dragging your game out.” Spencer, your fellow partner and captive, spoke up. He was hunched over from a previous fight between him and the unsub, his left eye black and blue, hair disheveled, and cheeks bloody with scratches. Both of you had your hands tied behind your back, and were sat to face one another.

“But, you see,” David Bryce said with a tsk, “the game is what makes the killing even more fun.” He pointed the gun to you, “Tell me a secret.”

You rolled your eyes. You had it with his bullshit game. For the past hour he had just been having you and Spence reveal petty things about yourself. He wasn’t getting anything that satisfied him, and you planned on keeping it that way.

“I’m an alien,” you said, looking at him cocking your head, “bite me.”

Bryce wasn’t having at your smart remark, and hit you with the butt of his gun. Aiming the revolver back at you, he rolled the cylinder and pulled down the hammer, making the bullets make a noise as one fell into the barrel.

“I said,” he growled, “tell me a secret. And make it good,” he walks towards Spence, taking the gun off you. He hits him with the guns butt, causing your friend to fall to side, groaning, with a bloody nose, “or Pretty Boy gets it.”

“Spence! You asshole!” You growled, pulling at the restraints holding you back. He pulled his leg back to kick Spence, when you yelled out, “Fine! I’ll tell you!”

He grimaced at your surrender. Looking at you expectantly, he walked towards you.

“Tell your Prince Charming here about that time in college.” He smirked to you.

Your eyes widened at him, “W-What?” You breathed out quietly.

“You remember, don’t you? With that party girl phase.” He looked at you like a predator with its prey. You could tell he was happy to have stricken a nerve.

You felt as though a wall you had built up around you had crumbled in a matter of seconds. “Please,” you pleaded, shaking your head.

“We haven’t got all day,” he played with him in his hands, “Party Girl.” He smirked.

You clenched your jaw, trying to play a strong character, “It was nothing. I was in college and got wasted at a party.” You avoided eye contact with both your captor and your best friend. Spencer had no idea what you were talking about. He looked at you with confused eyes.

“Oh, come on!” David come towards you, “Don’t make me push it out of you.” He threatened, grabbing your jaw roughly.

You had tried for years to bury this memory, and here you were, at gunpoint, having to relive it, in front of your friend.

You gulped, “I was in college,” you started off quietly, “I was at a party, and had a few too many drinks. My- my boyfriend at the time said he would take me home, but,” you swallowed a lump in your throat, and blinked twice as you felt your chest tighten, “but, instead him and a few of his friends took me into the basement of the house we were in, and they took advantage of me.” You quickly spit out, running through your sentence, like it burned your tongue.

David peered his eyes at you. He squat down in front of you, “How many guys were there?”

You avoided his eyes, “Four.” You whispered. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on you.

“Did they take turns?” He pryed. “Or, just go all at once with you?” You could see a smile on his lips.

“Leave me alone.” You whispered again, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“I bet your boyfriend didn’t even feel bad about it, did he? He probably knew you liked it.” David wouldn’t budge from in front of you. You clenched your jaw tight, “You did like it, didn’t you?” He grabbed your face to look at him, “You’re just a whore, you probably loved it.”

“Hey!” Spencer called for David’s attention.

You gathered saliva in your mouth, and spit at him, “I said, leave me alone.” You growled.

He slapped you, and grabbed your jaw tightly, “Leave her alone!” You heard Spencer struggle against his restraints.

“You told the police, didn’t you?” David started again, his face inches away from yours, “But they didn’t believe you.”

You stare back at his cold eyes, memories coming back to you. The party, the incident, the pain and betrayal.

David let go of your face, and started to unbutton your top, “Stop,” you pleaded, scooting yourself back, only to have him pull you back front by your collar.

He undoes your bottons, ignoring Spencer’s pleas to leave you alone. You sit completely still, looking down in shame. He runs his hands over the top of your breast, tracing a scar.

“Your boyfriend do this? Because you didn’t want his friends to touch you?” His cold touch stung you.

“When I was twelve, in high school, I was tricked by a girl I liked, to strip down in front of the whole school and I was tied to a goal post!” Spencer cried out, getting David’s attention, finally. “When I was ten, my father left my mother and I, and I’ve been caring for her since.” He starts spitting out secrets, in attempt to drive David away from you.

He fails, as David turns back to you, kissing your neck. You turn your head as far away as you can, and feel your bottom lip quiver, “Please,” you tremble, “leave me alone.”

He backs up, looking at you, eye to eye, “Tell Dr. Reid the one secret you were never planning on revealing.” He wise thriving off your pain and fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tears were streaming down your face and you weren’t even sure when you started crying.

“Tell him you love him.” He whispered quietly, so Spencer couldn’t hear.

You looked down, crying harder at your exposed chest. You knew exactly where this was going. David was satisfied with breaking you, and now, it was the end for you.

You took a shaky deep breath, “Spencer,” you looked at the broken man before you. He had shed a few tears along with your story, and his bloody nose had dried, “I love you.” You admitted sadly.

His hair was matted down to his sweaty forehead, “Y/n, don’t do this, please.” He shook his head.

“I mean it,” You chuckled softly, “I do love you. I have, for a long time. Even though you don’t believe in love at first sight, I think that’s what it was.” You smiled small. “I loved you when you wore your big nerdy glasses, to when you got your boy band haircut. And, I love you now.”

Spencer looked at you dearly.

David came up behind you, and leaned down to your ear, whispering, now loud enough for Spencer to hear, “Do you love him enough to die for him?”

Spencer’s eyes widened, “No,” he whispered in disbelief.

“Yes,” You answer, looking at nothing but Reid.

“No! No, y/n! Don’t!” Spencer cried out, pulling against his ropes.

“Say it.” David said, pulling his gun back into view.

“Yes,” you breathed, “I love Spencer, and I would die for him.”

“Y/n! No! David, please! Stop!” He cried desperately, pulling at his hands with no prevail. You felt the cold barrel of the gun touch the back of your head. Defeated, you shut your eyes, and felt tears run down your cheeks. Spencer was screaming in the corner, also crying, seeing his best friend about to be executed.

There was a thumping on the freezer door, and with a loud bang, simultaneously, the door flew open, and you felt a sharp pain in your chest. You felt yourself fall, face flat, and rolled onto your back, groaning in agonizing pain.

Looking down, you saw two holes in your abdomen. One right by the scar on your breast, and one to the side of your stomach.

You curled into a ball, hoping to ease the pain, but that was useless. The blood ran everywhere, covering the floor beneath you. The team had all entered the room you were in, and Derek and Emily took away a resistant David, while JJ untied Spencer. He ran towards you the instant he was free.

Falling beside you, he took your head into his lap, “Y/n, oh god, y/n, please.” He wiped the hair away from your face, the blood all on his hands, as well as your face. “Just hang on, the medics are here, Hotch is bringing them in.”

Your hands were still tied behind your back, but you nod to his bloody nose with your eyes, “Sorry,” You cough, “that’s on me.” You chuckle lowly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he apologized, pulling your shirt, to cover your exposed chest, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been able to talk him down, I-” he rambles.

“Hey, I’m going to be fine, don’t worry.” You say, your eyes dropping. You feel tired, and even colder than before.

“Damn right,” he nodded, sniffling, “You have to. You can’t just die on me after confessing your love like that.” He half smiled.

You copied his crooked smile, “Yeah, you have to make me your girlfriend after this. I took a bullet for you.” You try laughing, but it comes as a cough making you wince in pain.

The EMT comes in, and Spence and the medic undo your bindings and help you onto the stretcher. They get Spence and you into an ambulance- him insisting on staying with you. They sedate you, in order to see the situation and stitch you accordingly.

As your eyes begin to close, and your breathing slows, Spencer takes your hand in his, as an EMT works on a cut on his cheek, “Hey,” he calls for your attention. You turn your head to him, barely nodding, “I love you too.” You shut your eyes, a smile taking its place on your lips.

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chokemepaulson · 6 years ago

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'I Hate When The Moment's Expected.'

Pairing • Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable

Warnings (Kinks) • Punishment, spanking, mommy, baby girl, mistress, denial. Honestly this is SO dirty.

Words • 2,056

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“No, I’m not going.” You plant yourself on the end of the bed and you cross your arms over your chest. You weren’t going down to the basement floor of the outpost. It terrified you and the only one who usually ever went was Cordelia herself. Not even the strong and intense Ms. Venable graced the floor with her presence.

Cordelia walks out of the closet and she arches her eyebrow at you, “Quit being so insolent, it’ll only be a few minutes, I always go down there by myself, just once I would like both you and Mina to come help me,” The blonde glances over at Wilhemina and their eyes connect in the vanity mirror. “You’re coming with me right?”

Wilhemina nods and she pins a stray hair close to her scalp with a bobby pin. “Of course Cordelia.” she pats the side of her dark red hair and smiles in pleasure when it stays in place, turning in her seat she stands, using her cane to help her get up. “We’re both going darling, so you are too.”

You frown deeply and roll your eyes before a pout fills your features. You really really didn’t want to, why was this so important anyway? “I said I don’t want to go and I’m not going to.” You hold your stance and you look at them both with eyes full of defiance.

Cordelia glances over at Wilhemina before she sighs and looks at you again, “Come on, we’re going, now.” The blonde demands and grabs your hand, pulling you up so you were now standing.

Once all three of you make it down the secret set of stairs a chill runs up your back. “Delia I don’t like this.” You whisper and your eyes scan the dimly lit hallway, the only light being the candles that were in Venables hand.

Wilhemina hums to herself, “I have to admit I’ve never been down here,” The dark woman eyes Cordelia as the blonde stands in front of the door. “What are you doing Ms. Goode?”

Cordelia ignores you both and closes her eyes before she places her palms against the metal door, a soft breath leaving from between her soft lips. A loud click was heard and the door opens. “Go.” The Supreme demands and tilts her head towards the inside of the room and you and Wilhemina follow her directions.

As you walk into the dark room you wrap your arms around yourself in protection. “It’s too fucking dark, I can’t see anything.”

“Language.” Both Cordelia and Wilhemina remind you in unison as they walk in, the door closes behind them and the gust of wind blows out the lit candles that Venable was holding.

You gasp at the darkness and you clench your eyes closed tightly to fight your growing fear, not realizing that every single candle in the room was lit simultaneously by Cordelia’s magic.

“Oh my,” Ms. Venable’s dark eyes scan the room, the walls seemed to be covered in a dark purple velvet material, whips were hung on the left side of the room along with silk ties and cuffs, a large california king bed was pressed against the wall on the right and she knew there were miscellaneous items tucked away in dresser drawers.

When you hear Mina’s words you blink your eyes open, wincing as they adjust to the lighting in the room. A dark rose red blush paints your cheeks and it travels down to your chest. “W-What is this place?” You whisper in a small voice.

Cordelia smirks darkly and she walks towards you, the sound of her heels clicking against the concrete floor echoed off of the walls. “This, my love,” Her fingers trace a line up your back before her hand rests on your shoulder. “This is where we will be able to have as much fun as we want and we won’t be heard.”

You swallow the lump that’s in your throat and your eyes scan all of the toys blatantly on display. “Fun?”

Cordelia nods and she kisses your temple, “Yes, but I’m afraid that Mina and I are the only ones who will be having fun today baby girl.” The curly haired blonde turns to look at Venable and she smirks as she watches the older woman’s eyes light up.

Wilhemina walks farther into the room, her cane clicking against the concrete in a similar fashion that Cordelia's heels were not a few minutes ago. “You have been quite naughty lately,” The dark red haired woman stops right behind you and her gloved hand tugs at the ties on the back of your victorian style dress. “I believe you should be punished and it seems Ms. Goode agrees.”

You shiver at the sound of Venable’s voice, you’ve never heard that deep gravel in it before, “Punished?” You nibble the corner of your bottom lip and your eyes connect with Cordelia’s.

The Supreme smirks and she slides four fingers into the top of your form fitting corset right between your breasts. The blonde pulls you towards herself as she walks backwards to the bed. “Such a nice choice on the attire Ms. Venable.”

Wilhemina lets out a soft hum of approval and she nods. “Yes I thought so too,” her cane taps in a rhythm that makes both you and Cordelia shiver as she walks closer. “It does fit our girl perfectly doesn’t it?” The red haired woman leans on her cane, both hands grasping its handle as she watches you both with sharp and calculated eyes.

Cordelia nods and she slides her fingers out of your purple bodice, moving so she was behind you instead, the blonde pressed her palm in between your shoulder blades so your face pressed against the purple satin bedding. “You have been such a bad bad girl lately,” Cordelia looks over her shoulder to Wilhemina and the Supreme nods, “Acting out, not doing as your told, touching yourself when you think no one is paying attention.”

Venable lets out a soft breath of anticipation when Cordelia nodded at her. They had spoken about this, for a future punishment and Wilhemina thought it would never come, but today it has and the red haired woman nearly couldn’t contain her excitement at the prospect on what she was about to do. The older woman walks over to where you were bent over on the bed and her fingers glide across the surface of your skirt covered ass.

Cordelia sits right beside you and pulls your skirt up so Venable could see the white cotton panties that covered your backside. “How many do you think Ms. Venable?” Cordelia hums as she brushes your hair out of your flushed face.

Wilhemina swallows and she grasps the wooden post that was connected to the bed frame, using it to keep her steady while she lifts her cane up. “Ten?” she ponders out loud. “Fifteen?”

You whimper and press your face against the side of Cordelia’s thigh, “Please.” You whisper against the black material of Cordelia’s skirt.

“Please?” Wilhemina lets out a particularly dark chuckle that made your lower abdomen tighten and ache with raw need. “It is too late for ‘please’ my dear,” She licks her dark red painted lips before she starts speaking again, doing what she always did the best, giving orders. “I want you to count out loud as I proceed do you understand?”

You take a deep breath to study yourself and you reach out to grasp Cordelia’s thigh, grounding yourself.

“No,” Cordelia removes your hand from her thigh and she looks down at you with a stern look. “No touching me, keep your hands to yourself.” She places your hand down by your side and you let out a angry and frustrated huff, your eyebrows knitting together as you frown deeply. You place your hands between the bed and your abdomen so they wouldn’t stray.

“Okay,” You let your eyes slide closed.

“Hmm? What was that? Okay, what?” Wilhemina slides her cold wooden cane up the back of your legs and she delights in the shiver it caused.

You lick your dry lips, “Okay, Mistress.”

The red haired beauty smirks darkly at your submission and she swings the cane back before swinging it forward, the wooden staff whips through the air and it lands swiftly on your backside, causing your body to jerk forward at the sudden impact. Your eyes open in shock and tears cloud up your vision.

Both Cordelia and Venable wait a few seconds and when they don’t hear anything come out of your mouth Cordelia slides your cotton panties down to the floor, erasing any barrier the cane had to your reddening backside. “Don’t forget to count baby girl.” The Supreme reminds you and brushes a lock of hair out of your flustered face.

You nod gently and you sniff, “One.” And it’s such a soft whisper that even Cordelia has a hard time hearing it.

“Oh, Oh no.” Venable raises her eyebrows. “We will restart and you will count loudly so I can hear you, we all know how forgetful I can be darling.” You could practically hear the fake pout that graced the womans face as she spoke to you.

You let out a whine and you turned your face so you could wipe the tears from your cheeks onto the bedding and you nod again. “Yes Mistress.”

Venable hums out her approval and she swings the cane back again, a little farther this time so the hit was harder and more intense. The staff glides forward in the cool air and it slaps against your ass, sending you forward again with a gentle cry.

“One,” You voice is louder this time, even if it has a small tremble in it. Another swing, “Two,” you have to bite your lip as the pain starts sending hot searing waves to your core. Another swing, “Three,” You have to clench your thighs together as you feel yourself start to drip, another swing, “Four,” Your hands are dying to move, your digits begging to touch the need in between your thighs. Another strong swing, “F-Five,” Your center releases your arousal and it slides down your trembling thighs. “Six,” Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the exquisite pleasure filled pain and you let out a quiet moan.

Cordelia raises an eyebrow and she pries her darkened brown eyes away from your trembling form so she could gaze at Wilhemina, “She’s enjoying this.” The long haired blonde leans forward and she slides her cool fingers through your soaking wet heat. The Supreme lifts her fingers up into the light and Venable clicks her tongue against her teeth, expressing her disapproval.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, oh no that will not do,” Venable sighs as if this whole situation is a nuisance or a chore. “We will have to restart.”

Your eyes pop open, “What?! No! I couldn’t help it,” You turn your head so you could look up at the Supreme, hoping and praying that she would soften for you. “Please... Mommy.” You say in a pleading voice, it wasn’t often that you used that term with the blonde, but when you did you always got what you wanted.

Cordelia closes her eyes momentarily and the candles flicker in the room before she opens her eyes again. “Start again Ms. Venable.”

“What? Wait, what did you do?” You clench your hands into tight fists, laying on them so they couldn’t move.

The Supreme leaned back onto her palms then, watching both you and Wilhemina. “Oh nothing,” She smirks darkly and she lets a deep laugh fall out from between her sweet plump lips. “I just casted a little something to make sure you won’t come, now start again.”

Wilhemina has to stop the moan from leaving her chest, Cordelia could be perfectly evil when she wanted to be and it was one of the things Venable loved about her. “Don’t forget to count now baby girl.” she rasps out as she adjusts her grip on her cane. “Or we will simply have to start all over again.”

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jarienn972 · 6 years ago

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Curse of Undoings - Part 4

So we have a slightly longer installment this time as these two scenes fit together. Killian's short reprieve is over and he's about to face all new torment. The snow globe will also make a brief appearance in this chapter. I really liked the thought of something so pretty being a prison like was presented at the end of S7 so I added my own twist. And now - on to whumping a pirate again...

Tagging my whump-loving cohorts @killian-whump @hookaroo and @castielamigos For those who’d like to read from the beginning: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Also on AO3 and FF.net Reminder that this contains graphic portrayal of violence

No stranger to prison cells throughout his lifetime of piracy, Killian had endured more than his fair share of humiliation and tribulations. He'd been on the receiving end of far more beatings than he cared to count but there was something about the woman he loved dishing out said beating that was weakening his resolve rapidly. He knew her head was filled with lies so it was of little use to fight her. He'd rather suffer the torment than dare raise a hand against his beloved, not that his current restraints allowed for that anyway. He wouldn't play into the madness either. If she intended to keep him gagged so he couldn't speak the truth, he would have to find another way.

He now steeled himself for another round of her interrogations as he heard the rattle of a key in the door, bracing as it swung open to reveal the faces of Gideon and his dungeon assistant.

"The Sheriff is ready to continue with your session now," Gideon announced as he pressed the business end stun gun into Killian's side as his silent partner released all of the padlocks from their tethering chains. Once their prisoner was free of the chains, the two men each grabbed hold of one of Killian's arms and dragged him from his cell.

Killian was taken to a different room this time, a little larger than the first torture chamber, but no less intimidating. In the center of the room, instead of rusting chains and iron shackles, there was a slab of rectangular metal positioned vertically. It resembled some type of examination table standing on end, but this one had the addition of metal loops along the sides and bottom and a length of chain at the top. It didn't take long for Killian to figure out what those fixtures would be used for when he was forcibly spun around and his back was shoved against the freezing cold metal. The shock of the icy metal momentarily soothed the welts on his back, but that would be the extent of any pleasantries with this experience.

Gideon's hand pressed against the collar ringing Killian's throat, holding the pirate's head in place as the collar's padlock was attached to the short chain atop the metal table. This new tether was so short that Killian could barely raise his head from the table nor could he look down without the collar cutting into the tender skin below his chin or choking himself. He didn't need to see what his captors were doing to know what was happening though. His hand was yanked to the side and the shackle was attached to one of those steel loops, but then his perspective was drastically changed as the metal slab was pushed backward, jolting to a stop with Killian now laying uncomfortably on his aching back. Staring at the single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling above, he could feel a shackle being attached to his previously unrestrained ankle while hearing the clicks of padlocks securing both legs to the table. Only his stumped arm remained free but it seemed to be of little concern to his captors who clearly believed he was fully restrained and now ready for the next interrogation, although the realization that they'd not removed the gag meant he probably wasn't expected to do any talking.

He tried to turn his head to see the expression on his wife's face as she entered the chamber but he didn't have enough range of motion to see her yet. He could smell her perfume though, sweet and flowery against the putrid stench he knew was emanating from his own body. But it wasn't long before she was there, leaning over him and suddenly, he'd never felt more vulnerable. The infuriating gag didn't allow for easy swallowing and right now, he was trying to swallow back the biggest lump forming in his parched throat, emotions conflicted between primal fear and the intensity of the love he still felt for this woman.

"Been enjoying our town's hospitality, Hook?" she asked snidely, drawing a gloved fingertip along his sweat-soaked chest. "Since you didn't want to talk earlier, I decided you deserved a little bit of persuasion so that you'll remember how to properly answer a question when you're asked." She gave a brief tug on the short chain that fastened his collar to the metal slab, ensuring its tightness as she prepared to deliver another round of pain. "This time, I won't be asking any questions. I'll just be telling you what I already know while you suffer your punishment for not responding earlier."

Satisfied that the restraints would be sturdy enough for the next session, Emma took a step back from the table and extended her gloved right hand toward Gideon who dutifully placed the stun gun atop her palm.

"So, here's what I know…," she continued. "You are Killian Jones, a common thief who calls himself Hook after the namesake prosthetic you wear." She paused to flip the switch on the taser and test its spark before pressing it against the bare skin a few inches above Killian's right hip. His body writhed and trembled as the electricity coursed through him, the metal table intensifying the jolt. After a couple of agonizing seconds, she pulled the device away, giving her prisoner only a brief reprieve before repeating the process on his left side. Killian's jaw clamped down against the bit gag so hard that he feared he'd broken a few teeth, although that would likely be the very least of his problems. His heart was racing and probably arrhythmic at this point, but she seemed to be finished with the stun gun, retuning it to Gideon in favor of a new toy.

"That taser seems so tame compared to what you deserve," she stated as she stepped away from the table, turning her back to her still-shaking prisoner as Gideon held up her leather satchel. It didn't take long to locate the implement she wanted and when she turned around to face her terrorized, prone prisoner, her gloved hands were wrapped around a very familiar object. "Ten years ago, you slaughtered my parents with your hook so perhaps it's fitting that today, I'm going to use it on you." She gripped the base of the shiny, steel hook tightly and as she raised it above him, Killian could tell it had been very recently sharpened. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd been threatened by the point of his own hook, but it had never before been at Emma's hand.

She taunted him at first, drawing the tip across the bare skin of his abdomen, leaving a trail of crimson drops in its wake, but the teasing came to an abrupt end as she drove the razor-sharp point deep into his left shoulder. He screamed around the gag at the vicious impalement, nearly choking on the bile that filled his throat, but she wasn't done yet, twisting the point all the way down to the bony shoulder blade before yanking the weapon back out of his flesh. She hovered the dripping hook above his face as though she was about to drive it between his eyes, but she simply held it there, allowing bright red droplets to rain down onto his face. The whole time, his gaze remained fixated on the extension and representation of him that had become a weapon once again, fearing it would claim his heart next.

"Is this how you taunted my mother before you drove this hook into her jugular? Oh, sorry – I forgot you can't answer right now so I guess I'll just have to finish the statement for you. You took sickening pleasure in it, stabbing her repeatedly and leaving behind a huge pool of blood, but that was all I found – a pool of nearly dried blood in their living room. I promise you, before I kill you, you will tell me what you did with their bodies. I owe them a proper burial. I owe my son proper closure since witnessing their deaths traumatized him so deeply that he started hallucinating and inventing a fantasy world of fairytales that only he believes in. If it weren't for Dr. Hopper and his medications, my son would have lost his mind by now and it's all your fault!"

Killian started up at her from the slab with tear-swollen blue eyes, praying he'd see something of the woman he loved in the face that glared down upon him, but all he could see was rage. How could the Emma he loved do this to him? Was there nothing she could see within him to make her recall even a minuscule portion of their lives together? He must look pitiful – chained up nearly naked to a metal table, covered in burns, bruises and lacerations with eyes begging his True Love not to kill him. But no matter how long he stared into her darkened emerald eyes, he could find no love reciprocated in the coldness of her gaze.

His punctured shoulder throbbed but there was nothing he could do to ease the pain or stem the flow of blood since his hand was shackled to the slab beneath him. Every pore exuded fear that his hours upon this Earth were numbered.

"Should we take him back to his cell, Sheriff?" Gideon asked as Emma backed away from the table.

"No – leave him here. He isn't going anywhere and we can finish when I get back." Emma wasn't anywhere near done with her prisoner but the constant vibration of her cell phone in her back pocket was becoming a distraction.

"Yes, ma'am," Gideon grinned almost lecherously as he and their assistant, who had still yet to speak a single word, followed their boss out of the chamber. Leaving their prisoner stretched out and trembling on the metal table, Gideon switched off the light, plunging the cell into near total blackness before slamming the door closed. Killian clenched his teeth around the bit as he heard the bolt slide into place to lock him in, although he didn't quite see the necessity of it. He wasn't going anywhere and was likely already laying on his own deathbed.

Emma peeled off her leather gloves before ascending the stairs out of the underground prison secreted away beneath Storybrooke's Town Hall. She was ready to head out to lunch, having worked up an appetite this morning, but apparently, the mayor had other plans, evidenced by the two missed calls and three text messages her honor had sent over the past fifteen minutes. Emma quickly tapped out a response as she reached the main floor, informing Mayor Fiona that she'd be right over to her office.

Despite outward attempts to appear affable, Emma was well aware that Mayor Fiona Black had a much darker side. Who else would keep a subterranean prison beneath their place of employment? Her office itself was mostly impersonal, cold and austere, bearing only a few touches that hinted at her personality like the scattered portraits of various infants. But she and Emma had come to a tenuous agreement: when Emma had needed additional resources to hunt her parents' killer, Fiona had obliged with Emma promising to hire Fiona's grandson, Gideon, as her deputy. Emma had also agreed to keep Fiona apprised of any developments in this case and while Gideon's capture of the infamous Hook this morning had certainly been one of those developments, Emma had failed to keep her end of that bargain in her haste to question her prisoner. Her honor apparently wanted that information shared now.

Emma knocked tentatively on the frosted glass panel bearing Fiona's name that made up most of the upper portion of the door, immediately hearing an invitation to enter. Upon opening the door, she found the mayor leaning over a table beside the window, pouring herself a cup of tea from an ornate white china tea pot.

"Emma, I'm so glad you finally got my messages," Fiona began, flaunting a reptilian-like smile as she offered one of the porcelain cups and saucers to her guest. "Would you like to join me for a spot of tea?"

"No thanks. I'm really more of a hot chocolate girl myself."

"I see… Well, please – have a seat. I want to hear all about the prisoner we're holding downstairs. My dear Gideon informed me that he captured your parents' killer overnight?"

Yeah, I guess he did. Maybe I should have gone out drinking last night so I'd have stumbled into him, but anyway…" Emma casually flopped down into one of the two upholstered leather armchairs facing Fiona's desk. The mayor frowned at Emma's somewhat immature behavior but allowed the Sheriff to continue her story. "Can you believe the audacity of that son of a bitch – to sail back into my town on the tenth anniversary of their murders?"

"Some people have no respect for such important anniversaries," Fiona replied as she demurely placed her cup and saucer atop the desk before taking a seat in her own plush, ebony leather chair. "But I have heard that you've been interrogating the prisoner. How has that been going?"

"I can't say that he's enjoying it," Emma chuffed. "He's denied everything, even trying to tell me that my parents were still alive when he last saw them, despite all of the reports to the contrary. But he will talk soon - although honestly, I really expected him to be more of a braggart so his silence has been a little off-putting. Maybe he just needs a little more motivation…?"

"And you've found ways to motivate him to tell you what you want?"

"Unless it kills him first, although I can't necessarily say I'd be too torn up over that…"

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're making progress," Fiona smiled as she raised the cup and saucer, hiding most of her evil sneer behind the delicate china. The rage and disquiet she'd implanted within Emma's false memories through her curse were playing out exactly according to her ploy. Her grin widened as she caught sight of the snow globe decorating the bookshelf on the opposite wall. It was only a matter of time before Emma Swan unknowingly condemned her entire family to oblivion, their stories already unraveling as they faded from memory. All that stood in her way were Emma's True Loves – the new husband she was thoroughly enjoying beating the hell out of and her son, Henry. "Oh, and Emma – I'm a bit concerned about your young son. I've heard he's been a tad unwell as of late, spouting off with delusions and other nonsense."

"He just hasn't been the same since his grandparents were killed. He was only four at the time and I know he saw too much and it… it damaged him. Sometimes I swear he lives in his own fantasy world. I'm going to get him back in to see the Doc as soon as this is all over. Maybe it's time to adjust his medication again?"

"Yes," Fiona agreed, embellishing her response with a dramatic sigh. "It seems as though that may be necessary to better take care of him." She tried her best to sound sympathetic, but in reality, Fiona wanted to cheer. At this pace, Emma would break both of her True Loves before the day was through. "Well, Sheriff, I've taken up enough of your time. I know you have work to be done so I will let you get back to it."

"Right now, I'm breaking for lunch and then I plan to break a prisoner," Emma replied, her expression darkening with the fury raging within. She was going to enjoy this. "I'll update you later."

"Please, see that you do," was Fiona's dismissive response as Emma stood to leave. She was going to enjoy this nearly as much as Emma.

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