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jeyramarie · 4 years ago

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Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 4

summary: sometimes the price to pay is the worst consequence

warning: kidnapping, torturing, blood, cursing

w/c: 2,907

a/n: i had this idea so long ago and seeing it written it’s absolutely amazing. i hope you guys like it! happy reading everyone 🦋

prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~

After Tom hung up, he quickly got dressed.

“Babe, what happened?” she asked leaning over the bed to grab her underwear.

“James.. he is dead.” he said, poking his head out of the closet, seeing her face of shock.

“Um.. how? w-why?” she stuttered, running her hand through her hair.

“Darling, i don’t know but i have to go over there.” Y/n was still in shock, how can someone she just saw earlier in the day was found dead. Her thoughts were cut short when Tom came out of the closet and gave her a kiss.

“I’m gonna figure this out, okay? I’ll call you. I love you.” Tom said and left for the hotel leaving Y/n alone in bed, worried to death. She spent the whole day at home, waiting for Tom to call. Y/n wasn’t gonna stay inside the rest of the day bored to hell. So of course, she kept herself busy. She painted and played the piano in a small library Tom had made for her. She was writing a song for her husband which was quite hard. The melody didn’t sound as soothing as she wanted to. At the end of the night, she was drinking tea on her bed while watching tv when her phone finally rang. It was Tom.

“Babe?”

“Hey, darling.”

“How are you? Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Honey, calm down. I’m fine. I just got caught up, I’m sorry I didn’t call.” he chuckled making Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re okay. I was literally going crazy.”

“I’m sorry love, it’s just pretty hectic over here.”

“It’s alright. Are you on your way home?” she asked, feeling hopeful and bit her lip.

“Actually, love. I wanted to talk about that.” Y/n stayed quiet waiting for him to continue, immediately feeling upset.

“I have to leave for a few… have to go to Washington.”

“Why?” she whispered sadly making him frown too.

“Some business issues, darling. Just gonna go check it out, see what’s going on.”

“Can’t Harrison go and handle it?” she asked as she ran her finger around the teacup.

“Not this time. They need my signature to prove Haz is not lying. You know us mobsters have serious trust issues.”

“How long are you gonna be away?”

“Like three days.”

“Do you have clothes?” that made Tom smile, loving how she worries all the time.

“Yes, I do.”

“And your toothbrush?” she smiled as his laugh filled her ears.

“Yes, my love. I have everything.”

“Okay, then.” she said softly as she fidgeted with the blanket.

“I have to go, baby. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Okay, goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess. ‘Night.” they hung up and Tom went back to work while Y/n’s eyes teared up. It was gonna be a peaceful nice so she felt the sudden need to do something she’s never done and was slightly scared to do. She just needed to be alone right now. Y/n got out of bed and put on her silk robe, going downstairs to talk to William. He was sitting on the kitchen stool drinking coffee with Susan, the maid.

“William.” she said softly not wanting to startle anyone. He heard his boss and quickly stood up from the stool, turning to her.

“Gather everyone around, please.” she turned around and left to the main entrance leaving William and Susan all confused. Wondering what she was going to say. A few minutes went by and all her employees from the house gathered in front of her.

“Hello, everyone. I don’t know if you know but Tom is gonna be away on a business trip for the next three days. You all can go home today, to your family. Take the rest of the day off. I’ll see everyone tomorrow.” she smiled as her employees smiled too. They all said thank you and spread out to grab their belongings. She turned to William who was still standing there, not moving an inch.

“William, you can go home.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t leave. I don’t want to.”

“Thank you. You can sleep in the guest room.” she said as she walked upstairs to her room to try and get some sleep.

The clock read 3:30 am when Y/n woke up abruptly from a slamming door. ‘It must be William.’ she thought as she suddenly felt really thirsty. She walked out of her room and made her way to the kitchen. The whole house was dark, only lights that were reflected inside were the ones from the pool. She opened the fridge to get some water and when she closed she saw a figure next to her making her gasp. The jug of water crashed on the ground, covering the floor in broken glass. As she stepped backwards, trying to get anyway from the intruder, her back met a strong broad chest. The man quickly wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place as she kicked around trying to get out of his grasp. Y/n was about to scream for help when the person in front of her quickly covered her mouth.

“Where’s the chip?” the person asked as she struggled against the strong grip around her. Y/n shook her head making the person roll her eyes.

“Check the whole house! Now!” he screamed and a bunch of people walked in, beginning to trash the whole place. Flipping tables and furniture, breaking bases, mirrors, picture frames, everything. The man behind Y/n kept a strong grip around her with one arm and covered her mouth with his other hand, making her see how they destroyed everything. She kept screaming into the man’s hand and moved her body abruptly to get out his grasp.

Suddenly, people started walking down the stairs holding William at gunpoint while his hands were up in surrender. He was about to say something when one of the men hit him in the back of the head with the barrel of the gun, leaving him passed out on the floor which caused Y/n to scream into the hand.

“You’re gonna wish you’d never taken that information.” and with that he punched her so hard that she fell unconscious onto the man’s arms that were still wrapped around her.

‘Ugh, what a massive headache.’ Y/n thought immediately when she started waking up, thinking that everything from the night before was a dream. She was hoping she would wake up in her bed, nexto to her husband but it wasn’t like that. Once she opened her eyes, she felt immense fear from her surroundings. She was tied up to a chair with duct tape over her mouth and she was in some kind of basement. After what felt like hours of her trying to break free from the ties, the door behind her opened letting a man walk in.

“Well, hello there. You finally woke up.” a familiar voice said she struggled against her restraints feeling immediate fear.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here.. Mrs. Holland.” the man said finally standing in front of her causing her to lift her head slowly. Her eyes went wide when she saw who it was. Which made her pull against the restraints even harder, needing to get away. It was Adam. The same Adam that was spying on her and her husband, the same Adam that probably killed James. He laughed at her fear as he ripped the duct tape off her mouth making her groan in pain.

“Now, let’s talk. Shall we?” he said as he placed a chair in front of her and sat down.

(Washington…)

All the way in Washington, Tom was having dinner with a couple mob friends when Harrison’s phone ran. He saw it was William calling which made him answer immediately, knowing something bad must be happening.

“William, everything alright?”

“Haz, he took her. He took Y/n.” he grunted getting up from the floor feeling immense pain on his head. Harrison’s eyes went wide quickly turning around so his boss wouldn't hear.

“Who took her, William? What the fuck happened?” he whispered aggressively running his hand through his hair.

“Adam… he came here, trashed the whole place. He came looking for the stupid chip.”

“Where the fuck was everyone? That house is supposed to be surrounded 24/7.”

“Mate, I know that. Y/n sent them all home for the night.”

“Why the fuck- okay, thank you William. I’ll call you later, after I tell Tom.” he whispered not wanting his boss to hear.

“Alright. I’m sorry, mate.” Harrison hung up and turned to see the men laughing, Tom all smiley with no worries. It pained him to be the one to ruin that but he had to say something. Y/n’s life was on the line. With all his courage, he walked towards Tom and leaned getting close to his ear.

“William called. It’s about Y/n.” he whispered then stepped back making Tom turn to him and give him a questionable look. He excused himself from the table and walked over to Haz, pulling him towards the hall of the restaurant.

“What about Y/n?” Tom asked angrily with a clenched jaw.

“Adam showed up at the house.” Harrison saw how he wanted to interrupt so he held his hand up to shut Tom up.

“He went looking for the chip, trashed the whole place and took Y/n. I asked William where everyone was and he told me that she had sent them all home for the night.” Tom stayed silent for a while, feeling anger course through his body like wildfire. All he replayed in his head was ‘took Y/n’.

“Let’s go back to New York. Now.” he said angrily and stomped outside of the restaurant, getting into the car with Harrison behind him. Tom couldn’t take Y/n out of his mind. Thinking how scared she might’ve been, how he wasn’t there for her, everything was eating him alive. He bounced his leg up and down the whole way, feeling nervous and worried and angry all at the same time. All he wanted was to be with his wife, to keep her safe and he wont till he gets her back.

(New York…)

She huffed as another punch hit her cheekbone causing it to open. Adam has been torturing her for what felt like hours. He hit her in the face, her torso, even on the side of her head. All his rage went out on every punch he gave.

“No one is gonna fucking steal from me again. Specially stupid ass women like you.” he said with gritted teeth, punching her in the corner of her mouth making her cough and spit out blood.

“Didn’t your mom ever teach you to not hit girls?” Y/n mumbled with her head hanging low, feeling dizzy from all the fist to face contact. He laughed dryly and yanked her head back by her hair making her wince in pain.

“She did.. but she also told me to defend myself and you’re a slimy little bitch.” he said with gritted teeth as his grip on her hair got tighter making her shout in pain. Adam let go of his grip pushing her head forward. He was about to punch her again when he’s phone started ringing. One of his men gave him the phone which made him smile devilishly once he saw the caller id. He took the gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at Y/n as he answered the fun.

“Hey, Tommy.” her eyes went wide when she heard her husband’s name and started pulling on the restraints.

“Tom!” she shouted causing Adam’s employee to stand up and cover her mouth. Of course, she continued shouting Tom’s name over and over again. Until she had enough of being silenced and bit the guys hand making him scream and take it away.

“Tom! Please let me talk to him, Adam. Please, I need to talk to him.” Y/n begged on the verge of crying. He laughed and placed his phone on her ear.

“Y/n?”

“Tom, baby-“

“Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?”

“Baby..” she whispered as she started to cry.

“Tom, I’m scared.” she muttered feeling ashamed and disappointed in herself.

“I’m gonna find you, okay? Try to give me a coded message, baby. Just try, please.” She started looking around, trying to look for something familiar that Tom would notice but all she saw was Adam and his men staring at her.

“I-I can’t. There’s nothing- I can’t.” Tom was about to answer when Adam came and ripped off the phone from her ear.

“I’m sure you guys had a nice conversation.”

“If you dare fucking touch her, I’ll find you and cut you in tiny little pieces.” Tom said with gritted teeth.

“Oh well, Tommy you might have to sharpen your knife then.” He quickly hung up the phone before Tom could start talking.

(Tom’s private jet..)

The mob boss threw his phone on the floor as he stood up and walked back and forth in anxiousness. He ran his hand through his hair, only thinking about his wife.

“He fucking touched her, Harrison. He… fuck!” Tom screamed with gritted teeth only wanting to kill Adam over and over again.

The plane finally landed and they drove quickly to the house. William was waiting outside with a bruise eye and a sling holding his right arm. The car came to a stop and both men stepped out quickly walking towards the man who was scared.

“Mr. Holland, I’m so sorry. She sent everyone home but I decided to stay to look after her and then they came in and just-“

“William, breath.” Tom said, interrupting his rambling.

“I’m so sorry. I- I couldn’t do anything.”

“It’s not your fault, William. Do you have any idea on where she might be?” he asked, walking into the house with the men behind him, going into the kitchen.

“Of course, I thought about the hotel. His house too or maybe James’ house. She can be anywhere by now.” Tom stayed silent rubbing his chin in deep thought.

“We should go to the hotel an-”

“Wait, didn’t you put a tracker on James’ car?” Harrison interrupted leaning against the counter.

“Did you ever check it, boss?” William asked, turning to him waiting for an answer.

“Not really.. James was found dead that day. Never got the chance.” he said softly as he stood up to get his laptop. He turned it on and began typing away, looking for the current location of the vehicle. It was at Le Royale, where James was last seen before he got murdered.

“I wonder why he went back there..” William said walking away to get some water. Tom quickly thought about the chip Y/n had.

“Will, does the chip have access to the security cameras?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“We have to find it, right now.” and with that, they all spread out around the house. They went into every room and checked every closet and drawer. Tom finally made it to his bedroom that stayed as Y/n left it. Bed undone, her clothes on the floor, the smell of sex still in the room and her purse wide open on the dresser, next to her laptop. He ran and grabbed it, then ran downstairs to call the guys.

“I got it!” he shouted as he got closer to the computer, immediately plugging it into the device. Tom sat there again, typing and typing, trying to pull up the footage of James in Adam’s office. He was thinking about this for some time. Finding proof that Adam killed James, sending it to the police anonymously and following them when they went to look for him at his home. That way he could find Y/n. His thoughts quickly changed, ‘That would take too long.’ he thought quickly stepping away from the computer. William and Harrison looked at each other in confusion wondering why he would just stop.

“I have to call him.” Tom mumbled standing up from his chair and pulling out his phone, quickly dialing Adam’s number.

“Hello?”

“What do you want?” he asked angrily as the man laughed.

“What do I- oh Tommy. It’s not that easy.” he said as he watched Y/n get her head dunked in water repeatedly, not giving her time to breath.

“I’ll give you anything. Just tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you just… just please give me Y/n.” Adam stayed quiet for a bit as she gasped for air once her head was out of the water.

“Give me my chip back and we’ll schedule a place.” Adam said, holding his hand up, signalling his stop the turtering. He then hung up and walked towards Y/n who was still gasping for air. Tom put his phone back into his pocket and made his way to the boys who were still on the computer.

“Adam wants the chip.” he said, breaking the guys’ trance.

“I’m gonna give it to him-”

“But Tom-” Harrison started interrupting him out of shock.

“I’ll give it to him empty.”

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feeling-uncomfy · 4 years ago

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Mafia AU (split into 3 part!)

With over 36000 words I am proud to finally give this to you!

Fair warning, there is blood, fighting, torture (also referenced) and panic attacks mentioned in this story, so be cautious!

Hope you enjoy!

Hawks sat at the table, looking as calm as ever. Tokoyami sat next to him, shoulders tense. He bounced his leg in anticipation, waiting for the other dealers to arrive. Hawks patted his back gently. "Calm down, I promise, security is extra tight. No one's getting away with shit." Tokoyami's leg stopped moving from under the table, but he wasn't convinced.

The door opened to reveal a man. His hair was long and blonde, sitting dead straight, and he had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He was tall and lean, not too built up, but Hawks was sure he could throw a punch. He plopped down across from them like he owned the place.

Behind him came the opposite. He had short hair that was tied up, and Tokoyami felt his body involuntarily tensing again as he took in the scars littering the mans body. Hawks kept his hand firmly on his shoulder, and he took a breath. The man sat down much more cautiously than his partner did, sizing the pair up. Hawks grinned at the man, who scowled in return.

The first man spoke up. "So! I see we're late, hope you didnt get too impatient." Hawsk laughed easily, hand slipping away from Tokoyami. "Trust me, we weren't waiting too long, Yamada. Now, about that offer...?" Yamada lit up. "But of course! Firstly, who's this cutie?" Tokoyami jolted as he was addressed. "This is..." Hawks debated on telling a lie, but decided that Yamada was safe. "He's my brother. Now, who's that." Hawks pointed the attention away from his younger brother.

The man in question scoffed. "This is Aziawa. He's my bodyguard and most trusted partner." Yamada slung his arm over Aziawa's shoulder. Aziawa glared at the pair across from the table. "He's a little young to be involved in all this, don't you think?" Aziawa's eyes softened slightly as he looked Tokoyami up and down. Tokoyami shrugged and leaned backwards slightly.

Hawks took over. "He's more capable than most of my staff, so he's staying. The deal, Yamada?" Hawks let one arm fall, and grabbed a briefcase from his side. While bringing it back up, Hawks made sure his gun was at easy access. Yamada nodded enthusiastically and brought forward his own package.

Tokoyami watched them both open, curious. Aziawa leaned forward, arm subtlety reaching over Yamada's front. Both briefcases were opened. "How much is in there? We aren't here to get scammed." Aziawa said, sounding bored. Tokoyami knew that wasn't good. If he seemed bored, that meant he was confident enough that he could kick their asses. Tokoyami hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"There's the amount you asked for." Hawks said. "If you're concerned, you can always double check before you leave." Hawks had that aura of 'dont test me' floating around. It was a subtle thing not many could recognize. Tokoyami swallowed when Aziawa's glare landed on him. "You're the only alibi he has. Is there the right amount of cash in there?" Aziawa's snapped at him. Tokoyami hesitated for a split second before answering. "It's all there. I was present when it was filled." Tokoyami informed him, voice wavering towards the end.

Damn it.

Aziawa stared at him for a few more minutes, before sighing. "Fine, seems legit." Yamada smiled and they swapped cases. And just like that, it was over. "Our ride home should be here in an hour." Aziawa informed Yamada, who laughed. "Looks like we've got time to kill! You wanna get some food?" Hawks nodded, falling peckish. Tokoyami shrugged, he still felt his nerves jumping.

"Right, well, Aziawa can stay with you, and Hawks and I can go get food." Tokoyami's head snapped up. Alone, with him? Hawks pondered on the thought, before turning to Tokoyami. "It's up to you, if you wanna come, you can." Aziawa scoffed. "Just go. Nothing's going to happen." Tokoyami froze, and Hawks stood and looked at Aziawa. "Yeah, sure... we'll be back in a minute, okay?"

Tokoyami didnt have a chance to respond, Yamada dragged Hawks out the door. Tokoyami and Aziawa were left alone. At first, nothing was said, there was this awkward silence that filled the room. Tokoyami resisted the urge to get up and leave. He didnt trust this, he didnt feel like he could relax. He didnt trust Aziawa. Without warning, Aziawa addressed him. "What's your name?" Tokoyami jerked to look at him.

"My name?" Aziawa sighed and looked at him. "Yeah. Your name. What is it?" Tokoyami couldn't bring himself to look away. "Tokoyami." He mumbled, breaking eye contact. Aziawa didnt respond. The silence fell again. "Are you actually Hawks's brother? Or is that just some game he's got going on?" Tokoyami looked over at Aziawa again, to see something flash in his eyes. An emotion Tokoyami couldn't name.

"Yes, Hawks and I are siblings." Tokoyami spoke as clearly as he could, his nerves jumping again. Aziawa looked at him. "Where're you parents?" Tokoyami didnt answer. Aziawa raised a brow but didnt push any further. Tokoyami looked at the ground, listening for any sounds.

Twenty minutes went by. Another thirty passed, and Yamada and Hawks hadn't come back yet. "Where are those idiots?" Aziawa grumbled, walking towards the door. There was a sudden loud noise, and the sounds of gunfire. "Get down!" Aziawa yelled, grabbing Tokoyami's arm and pulling them both down. Tokoyami let out a panicked noise as the door banged open. Aziawa had shoved the table onto its side, and he had his gun at the ready. Tokoyami froze as a gun was cocked.

The first round hit the table. There was a horrible sound of metal-on-metal that had Tokoyami covering his ears. The second round came soon enough, and the second the sound stopped Aziawa had leaned over and shot twice. There was a choking sound and a body hit the ground. Tokoyami took in a shuddering breath, panic forming and his chest squeezed. "...Kid? Kid, look at me." Aziawa took Tokoyami's shoulder, and he jerked.

"Okay, okay. Listen to me." Aziawa held fast, forcing Tokoyami to look at him. "Here's what we're gonna do. You hold onto this." Aziawa pulled out a thin piece of material. "And tie it to this." Aziawa wrapped it around Tokoyami's wrist and Aziawa wrist. "And we wont lose each other. Okay? It stretches, so dont worry."

Tokoyami felt the fabric rubbed against his wrist, and he breathed in shakily, but nodded. "Great, we're leaving now." Tokoyami looked up. "Where are we going?" Aziawa shrugged. "We're going to the main entrance, and we'll look for Hawks and Yamada." Tokoyami looked unsure.

"You ever use a gun before?" When Tokoyami shook his head, Aziawa sighed and showed him how. "Now, you shoot if you feel like you need to, okay?" Tokoyami nodded, and they left.

The damage wasn't too bad, and they managed to get to the main entrance relatively easily. Yamada was standing among limp bodies, laughing like a mad man. "Oh, Aziawa! Good, you and the kid aren't hurt!" Tokoyami felt awkward as the fabric was cut, and the three went around, and they met up with Hawks, who was fighting another man. Hawks went down hard, and hopped back up and punched the guy in the face. He shot once, and the man lay still.

He looked up and saw Tokoyami, and rushed forward. "There you are! Are you okay?!" Hawks scooped Tokoyami up, checking for injuries. Tokoyami shook his head. "I'm okay, are you alright?" Hawks laughed. "Obviously! Now, let's get rid of these assholes." Hawks put Tokoyami down and turned.

There was a gunshot, making all four people jump. There was a woman standing at the top of the stairs, smiling. "Now, guns down, boys." Yamada growled, but when the gun was shot near his feet, they compiled. Hawks dropped his gun, as did Aziawa and Yamada. The woman grinned. She pointed the gun at Aziawa and Tokoyami, who were standing side-by-side.

"Over here, now." It wasnt a request. Hawks growled under his breath as Tokoyami and Aziawa made their way over. "First things first." The woman shot Aziawa's leg, and he fell down with a pained grunt. Tokoyami tried to catch him. "Now, pretty bird, be a dear and follow my friend over there outside." Tokoyami looked over at the person standing at the door. He had no weapons, though by the way he was built, he didnt need any weapons.

Tokoyami begrudgingly started walking. He got halfway, turned and pulled the gun Aziawa gave him out and aimed. He should have accounted for the fact he hadn't done this before, and wasnt prepared for the jolt that went through his arms. He was sent back slightly, and lost his footing. Hawks yelled out, and Tokoyami couldn't tell what kind of yell it was.

He got up, shaking. Hawks was at his side, saying something. His ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear anything. Hawks picked him up just as the door behind him burst open. Endeavor came in, men at his side. The woman was unconscious on the ground, having been shot in the back.

"Tokoyami? Fumikage, can you hear me?" Hawks's voice became clearer. "Yeah, I can hear you." Tokoyami mumbled, his hands gripping his jacket tight to hide that they were shaking. Hawks laughed softly. "Right, okay. Lets go, Endeavor can deal with this bitch." Hawks spat, looking at the woman.

Tokoyami stared. He did that. "Is she..." Tokoyami didnt want to say it. Hawks stared at him. "No, she's fine. Dont worry about her." Tokoyami nodded, and the pair walked out, Yamada and Aziawa at their side.

Hawks figured this was a once-off thing, but he was wrong.

"So, that bitch failed..." Shigaraki glared at the camera feed. "Oh well, time to try something else. Dabi." The man in question looked up, a black mask covering the lower half of his face. "Your turn. Get that little bird over here."

Dabi grinned. "I'll have him in a week, tops." Shigaraki grinned. "You better, or I wont hesitate to kill you." Dabi scoffed, and left to prep. His eyes lit up in some form of sick satisfaction.

This was going to be fun.

Part 1 end.

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nadana-vhet · 4 years ago

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Hot Chocolate

WoL: Ahmi Vhelo, Keeper of the Moon Miqo’te

Pairing: WoL x Haurchefant Greystone

“Ah, there you are!” A familiar voice boomed behind her, confident and warm as it grew louder as he approached.

Ahmi turned her head to see Haurchefant, dressed in more casual attire as the night wound down and Camp Dragonhead slowly became still. She hummed a greeting towards him, not speaking for a moment as she had just popped a handful of Coerthan berries into her mouth. “You were looking for me - Is aught amiss?” She asked, concerned, after she swallowed. She dangled her legs over the balustrade that overlooked the camp, the highest point that she could climb without directly scaling the tall tower atop the main building. Since coming to Camp Dragonhead in search of the Enterprise, she found herself up here a lot. She enjoyed the calm of watching from above, as if nothing could touch or ground her as she let her thoughts wander.

“Oh, no.” Haurchefant shook his head, patting her blanketed shoulder in comfort. “All is well tonight, my friend, especially now that I have found you! I simply wished to chat with you, ‘tis all.” He winked, sitting next to her and reaching over to pluck a berry from her hand. She rolled her eyes at him playfully, which only led to a warm chuckle from the flirtatious elezen.

She relaxed her shoulders at the relief of knowing she wasn’t needed for something daring, for once. Her hand shifted, allowing the pouch of berries to sit on her knee closest to him as they ate in silence for a few moments, looking up at the night sky of Corethas and watching the moon and the stars through sparse, wispy clouds. It was cold out, so she had taken the precaution of wrapping herself in a blanket, but secretly she enjoyed the slight sting of the chill on her reddened cheeks.

“You seem quite at home here, it seems. Your friend, Alphinaud, has not become accustomed nearly as well,” he chuckled, glancing over at her through his silvery bangs as he mused, “I do not believe you have ever mentioned where you hailed from?” He suddenly seemed aware of this fact, and his tone was almost a hint apologetic, as if he felt bad for not asking before.

“Gridania,” Ahmi nodded, popping another red berry into her mouth before swallowing, “I had actually never left the Twelveswood until shortly before joining the Scions.” She handed the berries over to him, signifying she was done snacking, before moving her hands to rub some warmth into the tips of her ears. “I’ll admit, though – I hate how warm it is in Thanalan. I’ll take the cold over sweating any day,” she laughed softly.

“Ah, it seems we have that in common! I also, in fact, have never left my home domain. Do you think you have room for another in your ranks? If anything at all, I could be of use assisting the Warrior of Light in reaching things in high places.” His hand hovered over the top of her head, as if to emphasize her short stature.

Ahmi attempted to feign offense, but it was hard to hide her amusement at his warmth. “Unfortunately, Urianger already fulfills the needed top-shelf-reaching quota.” For emphasis, Ahmi reached a hand above her head to mimic the action. The simple gesture made Haurchefant’s heart flutter, but for once he didn’t have a witty, flirtatious aside for her. He simply stared for a few moments until she furrowed her brows at him. Halone preserve him, she had only been here a week and he was already faltering.

“Haurchefant?” She questioned, and with his name from her lips he shook himself from his stupor.

“Hm?” He hummed before blinking, realizing his blunder as he cleared his throat. “Well, how unfortunate. I suppose I must continue my existence inside these confining walls.” Haurchefant sighed dramatically.

Ahmi chuckled, though through her amusement she shivered at the growing cold of the evening. “I assure you, Ser Haurchefant, that you will be the first to know if the Scions are in need of another such individual.”

“I look forward to it, Miss-“ Haurchefant paused, noticing the fact that the miqo’te was beginning to suffer the consequences of the harsh Corethas wind. “Never mind that, I request that you let me escort you inside before you become a frozen statue atop my camp!” he offered, turning around and standing on the stone walkway before holding out a hand to her.

“I am sure I would be quite an unsightly statue,” she grinned, taking his hand gratefully before hopping down from the balustrade.

Despite both their hands being covered by gloves, Haurchefant couldn’t help but quietly marvel at how tiny her hand felt in his. He led her inside and practically begged to continue keeping her company, using the excuse that she needed to recover from the cold before he (a most proper and diligent host) would even consider leaving her alone.

The two made pleasant conversation as he lead her through the main castle, down stairs and hallways until eventually he turned a corner to a simple sitting room, having only been recently dusted due to the arrival of the Warrior of Light and her white-haired companions. He hurried across the room to light the fireplace, begrudgingly accepting aid from the miqo’te as she handed him kindling and crouched next to him. “I insist, Miss Ahmi – rest! You must be far too cold.”

“Mm, yes, but I will warm faster if I keep moving.” Ahmi quipped back with a smile.

Haurchefant tried to argue further, but it was useless against her wits. He simply gave in and allowed her to do whatever she pleased, which he began to appreciate as he watched her delicate hands pass over the matches. He continued to notice the small details (he wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not) like her eyes watching intently for any opening to assist further, or the way her blue waves contrasted with the firelight as it flickered to life.

Haurchefant excused himself before he said something too embarrassing, and when he returned he brought a tray with two mugs and two metal kettles, one with a painted blue top, and another red. He set it down on the table in front of the fireplace and gestured towards it with a flourish. “Fortemps specialty hot chocolate – the blue lid is without alcohol, and the red one with.”

“What kind?”

“Why, rum, of course. The only proper alcohol that is allowed to go in hot chocolate, lest I show up to remedy the mistake personally.” He smiled, picking up the mug closest to him and pouring some of the alcoholic hot chocolate into his mug.

Ahmi chuckled, “You sound very passionate about your hot chocolate, Ser Greystone.” She seemed to think for a moment before picking up her mug and pouring from the non-alcoholic kettle, “I hope you are not slighted at the idea of drinking alone, but I much prefer to try out your esteemed recipe unabated, first,” she smiled at him, blowing on the liquid carefully before taking a sip. Her eyes lit up happily, humming contently into the lip of the mug. “Oh my gods, this is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted!” She threw her head back dramatically, closing her eyes as she savored the taste.

“Oh? Well, I know plenty of other things that taste better. Perhaps they even reside in this very room.” Haurchefant’s eyebrows quirked upwards, which offered another giggle from his companion.

She leaned across the table and pushed his shoulder playfully, shaking her head at him, “Are you wont to seduce every adventurer that passes through Corethas?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he corrected, brushing his hair from his face with another wicked smile.

Ahmi rolled her eyes at him, settling herself back in the cozy armchair across from him. “Mm, likely story.” she pursed her lips, but behind the glint of her grey eyes there was a surprising glimpse of mischief, despite her otherwise unassuming demeanor. He wasn’t sure if she was teasing or serious, but even so, he wasn’t quite sure of his own intentions either.

She had discarded the blanket while he was off making their beverages, the fur draped across the back of the chair, her elbows propped against its arms. She wore a a simple enough sweater and skirt combo, with the former being tucked in at the waist to flatter her full figure. It had been about a week since her and her white-haired companions brokered for his help, and he had noticed that she had quickly adapted and bought some warmer clothes from the few merchants that occasionally stopped by to sell their wares. It seemed only practical, since it was unfolding that their stay would be longer than they were expecting – especially with how it was becoming increasingly difficult to procure information about the Enterprise. He would search tirelessly, however, because the one asking this of him was so captivating.

And she vowed to help Francel, of course.

“‘Tis true! And, Camp Dragonhead does not get many adventurers, so perhaps you have been the only adventurer I have attempted to seduce,” he winked again, though there was an inkling of truth to his defense. Of course he had seduced men and women alike, but Camp Dragonhead didn’t get many adventurers, and none of them were as beautiful as her.

“Mm, now I am wondering if you came to find me just to see if you could bed me, with all this obvious flattery. How predictable, the plight of men.” Ahmi teased, her laugh like the bells of the convocation, calling forth its congregation to worship.

“My chambers are open for you any hour of the day, Miss Ahmi,” he grinned, taking another long sip of his boozy concoction. Another jest, but it was absolutely not a joke. Not in the slightest.

Ahmi blushed a little deeper under her already reddened cheeks, still adjusting to the warmth inside the walls. “You cannot expect me to come that easily, foolish man. Perhaps I will indulge you once you have given me a reason besides your boyish charms. A backstory, perhaps?” She hummed at him expectantly, holding out her mug for him as if she expected him to oblige what she was asking.

“I am simply a humble knight of Ishgard,” he bowed his head, but she certainly was not going to take that as an answer. He could talk anyone’s ear off if he so chose, and she had figured that out very quickly. She watched him expectantly, egging him to continue on.

Haurchefant obliged, but not before making her promise to divulge some of her’s in return. He spoke of all the good parts – mentioned being a bastard, of course, as it was unavoidable when she realized he did not share the Fortemps surname. Beautiful and perceptive, he noted. He skimmed over the hatred of his stepmother, of how othered he felt as a child. Instead, he spoke of how hard he trained as a knight, of silly little adventures he had inside and out of the city, and of his young self getting into all sorts of trouble.

He even recounted the tale of trying to defend a woman from some grisly man. Haurchefant had only been a mere fifteen summers at the time, his voice cracking as he valiantly told the man to unhand the lady. However, to his embarrassment, she just laughed and explained that he was just her very affectionate, very drunk husband.

“I see you have been chasing after maidens since you were a boy.” Ahmi giggled, and by that time she was on her third mug of hot chocolate. She kept it without alcohol, which he noted, as she urged him to continue his stories. She felt so blissfully comfortable to talk to, asking questions at all the right places and making him feel like she was actually interested in his silly antics, so much so that he didn’t feel guilty talking about himself as he usually did.

Finally, he told her of Francel and their friendship that he held dear. He recounted the time Francel had gotten kidnapped by bandits, and how frantic and worried he was for his friend as he tracked them down with merely a hunting knife to defend himself. He left out the grisly bits, as he knew she was experienced enough with combat to fill in the blanks. It was then he revealed that it was this deed that finally awarded him his position as a Knight of Ishgard. He was fiercely proud of his position, and Ahmi could tell.

“T’would seem that you, of all people, should deserve the position the most.” Ahmi noted, a steep compliment to Haurchefant, but she spoke it as if it were a simple fact of life. “A true knight should fight for justice and the ones he loves, and it seems you hold the standard for that code.” She smiled brightly at him, and again Haurchefant’s heart threatened to burst from his chest. He knew it was no more than a puppy crush. She was a primal slayer, after all – a beautiful, kind, delightful primal slayer. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in danger of it turning into something more.

“I… thank you, my friend. I appreciate the sentiment more than you know,” he smiled at her softly before glancing down at his mug. She is going to leave, ‘ere long, Haurchefant thought to himself, she has duties to attend to, and I mine. However, that does not leave out the possibility of more casual affairs, if she so chooses…

However, by the time Haurchefant had pulled himself out of his internal musings for yet another time that night, he had found that her eyes had drifted shut, her mouth slightly agape as she slept quietly, curled up in the armchair with the mug still held in her hands, though thankfully it was empty.

When Ahmi awoke the next morning, she was curled up in her own guest chambers, the same fur blanket she had the night before draped over her. The sun shone dimly through the curtains, and though she could tell it was far later than she would have liked to have woken up, her chest filled with a pleasing warmth despite the cold and she allowed herself to rest for a few moments longer.

#ffxiv #haurchefant greystone #wol x haurchefant #miqo'te wol #ahmi vhelo #faeluria writes #haurchefant simps asap #are we surprised?#absolutely not

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wavbleu · 4 years ago

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Jordan powell: Ransom

TW: KNIFE PLAY, FORCE FUCKING, DEGRADING, (some) BONDAGE , TORTURE, STOP READING IF YOU ARE TRAUMATIZED OR VANILLA❤️

I hovered over her unconscious body, she was sleeping so ever peacefully, how sad. I smirked and bent down to her head, i put a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Maybe if your good enough for me i wont have to mess up this stupid hot face of yours." She breathed lightly and smiled, i flinched thinking she was gonna wake up and see me.

"Your not a very heavy sleeper are you." I whispered and smiled evilly , "Welp, thank god i have this." I pulled out a towel with 'sleepy juice' in it and placed it over her mouth. She woke up in a panic with widening eyes from the fumes, she fought hard to try and get away from me.

Her kicks and muffled screams fell to a halt about a minute later, " How weak, i haven't lifted in a year i cant even lift a stick." I groaned in disgust.

I placed a letter on the nightstand to let the parents know exactly what i want, it read..

"hey sons of bitches, i got your slut faced daughter and im thinking about tying her up and using her, want her back? Give me 200,000 and if you don't give it to me by friday she will become my personal sex slave."

I picked up her limp body , she flopped around as if she was some sort of useless ragdoll. I threw her body out of the window and she landed with a loud thump, i looked down to check if she was still in one piece, she was caught inside of a bush. I carefully stepped out of the window, careful not to make much noice.

I picked up her body with was now covered in dry leaves and dirt, I walked over to my truck feeling accomplished, Ive done it!

I threw the slut into the back seat and shut the door, i walked to my side and hopped in, i put the jingly keys in the cognition and boom! We're on a go!

The drive was silent and boring, i wish i could wake her up and hear her cute screams of absolute terror, but even that would get boring after awhile.

I drove into a deep dark forest area, home. I giggled as i finally have a new playtoy to play with, this is amazing.

I pulled up into a drive way, its my ex girlfriends fancy private home. But i killed her and her whole family after she cheated on me so i guess its mines now.

I put the car and park and got out, going to retrieve the girls body. I stood surprised when i opened the door? Shes up and conscious? She looked at me with those puppy eyes full of tears, she looked like a dear in front of headlights. I couldn't resist not busting out an "Aww".

"Thats not gonna keep you from being held hostage."

I grabbed her light body as she struggled to fight back, even though all of her limbs are tied up and restrained.

I got into my house and took her into my cold and gray basement, i threw her down in a chair then tied her down to it.

I took off the duct tape that was keeping her from making excessive noise, when i took it off she had alot to say. "Where am i? who are you? what do you want from me? Wheres my pa-" She rambled but i stopped her "Shut up you dumb fuck, your gonna talk my ears off."

"Im gonna hold you hostage for a bit until your mommy and daddy give me what i fucking want." ," Im not gonna hurt you unless you act up." I say lifting her chin up and rubbing her bottom lip, "I really don't want to mess up this beautiful face of yours."

I slowly stroked through her silky hair and smiled, "You pussy let me go my uncle is a cop!" The stupid girl spat on my face and started wiggling uncontrollably, as if that would get her out. I took a grip of her hair and yanked it back, making her head snap back in reaction. "Oh slut, i can kill your uncle too."

I took my knife out and dragged it across her bare thigh, gradually getting deeper drawing some blood. I licked the blood off her thigh seductively.

"Don't you wanna stay and have fun with me?" I smiled as if it was first grade picture day, "If you dont like me, lets see if this guy likes me then." I slid my hand up her thigh then i inserted my hand into her lace pink shorts. She gasped as i felt her down there.

"Your wet as fuck?", her cute little face became red in embarrassment.

"You love that fact that you got kidnapped by a hot dude don't you? You dirty little whore." I say with a disgusted tone of voice. "What am i suppose to do about this huh? Fuck you?" I whisper, i pulled my fingers from out of her pants and licked the juices off, she tasted sweet.

"Uh.." She muttered and looked down, biting the skin off her lips.

"Beg for it, beg for me to fuck the shit out of you." I demand, silence. "Its fine you aren't worthy of my cock anyways." I scoff, "Fucking me is a privilege "

I walk towards the door and right before i twisted the knob to open i heard a small "Wait.." I stopped in my tracks and turned back to her strapped down body.

She began begging for me like the worthless mut she is, I walked over to her with the cheesiest smile plastered on my face. "Your lucky i like filthy whores like you."

I grabbed a fist of her hair and yanked her hair back, making her head jerk backwards in reaction. "Say ah." She opened up that slutty little mouth and i took the chance to spit in it.

I french kissed her lips while untying her exchanging spits and groans was all that was happening. Just to make sure she wouldn't pull anything like running away I knocked her out cold, I picked up her once again unconscious body and put her on the floor. I stripped her until she was ass cheek naked, perfect for me to use.

I tied her wrists behind her back and tied her knees together, i arched her back up into the doggy position. The beautiful view of her ass and dripping wet pussy made me want to dump a even bigger load in her.

I unbuckled my belt and slid off my pants, eager to use my new fuck toy. I took my belt and took a whip at her left cheek,then her right, then her left, then her right, then her left again. That time i heard a whimper come from her, shes conscious again yayy. "Aww baby your ass is already so bruised.." I rubbed her jiggly ass cheek softly, then took another whip at her right cheek.

"Ah!" she squealed in pain.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed it so ever softly against her entrance and rubbed her clit with it, she moaned softly, jerking and bouncing her hips back trying to slide it in herself. I slapped her ass making her stop, "You need to wait until im done." I snapped.

"Please put it in.." She begged impatiently, i couldn't resist her cute cries so I roughly slid in, not really caring how much it hurt her. I grabbed her ass and started to use her as if she was a useless flesh-light.

She was screaming in pain but i don't really know about pleasure, but i could honestly care less if it was pleasurable for her. I fucked her so hard in the cunt that she came after 10 rough strokes, "Pathetic" I would say in response.

I overstimulated her so much to a point where she was almost in tears, fucking her g-spot while rubbing her clit. "Poor babygirl, you cant stop cumming can you?" I chuckle continuing to use her carelessly.

Pounding her and hearing her scream was the highlight of this year, her pussy clenched so tight around me, it was like a warm hug. "Such a tight fucking pussy" I moaned as i continued fucking and overstimulating her.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and her toes couldn't uncurl itself, it was to much pleasure for her to take.

I felt myself come to a climax, I began pounding deeper, my groans and growls became louder and deeper, "Im gonna put my fucking kids in you, you dirty fucking whore." I muttered under my breath "Useless cumbucket" I pillow talked and slapped her ass turning it red.

After a few more stroke I blew a major load in her cunt, filling her up, she moaned with satisfaction on how she pleased her master.

I grabbed a fist of her hair and pulled it back, i whisped into her ear "Your lucky i even came in her worthless cunt, she better appreciate and glorify this day for the rest of her fucking life." I push her back down.

I pulled out and cleaned myself off and kindly, cleaned her off aswell. (Only so she can be ready for her next use)

I pulled my pants up and walked out of the basement satisfied.

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Authors notes: this bitch got stockholm syndrome omm

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Eye for an Eye : 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: non/dub con sex

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader tries to figure out her place in the brewing war.

Note: So here’s part 3. This is actually turning into a less than dark Steve (besides the whole mob thing and some murder) but hey, here ya go. Thanks everyone for your patience and for reading. <3 Let me know what you think!

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Steve showered as you lingered in bed. As you listened to muffle patter of water you couldn't help but despair. Only a few days ago you had been alone in Charlie's bed and now you were sharing a cramped one with his enemy. It still didn't feel entirely right. As much as you could justify it with your former beau's disregard, you still felt low. Former…it was really over after so long in denial. Clinging to emotions which may never have been genuine. At least, not on his end.

When Steve emerged, he pulled on fresh clothes from the closet and tidied himself in the small bathroom mirror. He sat at the edge of the bed as he pulled on his leather shoes. He tied them and reached back to grasp your ankle poking out from beneath the crumpled duvet. You winced and hissed, drawn painfully from your self-pity.

"Shit, sorry," He turned as he removed his hand and examined your swollen ankle. "I guess that's a lesson learned the hard way."

"Guess so," You sat up with a sigh. "So what's it today? Am I to stay here buck naked and await your return?"

"For a time," He frowned, "Until we get you something to wear at least." He leaned over and kissed your cheek as you turned your lips away from him. You couldn't let this feel real. He stood and stretched as he paced the room. He pulled out a small notepad and pen from the corner table. "Make a list of what you need. Soap, make up, whatever it is you had in that lonely mansion."

"Yes, boss," You muttered dryly.

"Look, I'm trying. Didn't really think this out back in that kitchen. Wasn't planning on bringing anyone back," He pulled on his jacket and buttoned it once. "Not that I regret it. Shouldn't be long before Cindy gets here with some clothes. Oh, and write down your sizes too."

"Okay," You picked up the pad and pen. "I...thanks."

"I know it's a lot but you're going to have to get over Charlie real quick. I can assure you he's well and past it himself and you're as much an enemy to him as me now." He said pointedly. "Don't underestimate him. You may not have chosen your horse in this race but you're better off riding the one you've got."

You stared at him, your insides churning. "Don't you feel bad at all?"

"Remorse is not much of a virtue in this business," He neared the door, his hand resting on the handle as he glanced back at you, "Besides, I think I got the better end of this deal and a man can't complain when he gets what he wants."

He winked and left without awaiting a response. You were left in a whirlwind of confusion. You were angry at being moved like a pawn across the board and yet you could help the butterflies that took off every time he looked at you. Yet your powerless position made it all a little less ideal. You had lost Charlie long ago, you knew that, but this was more than a broken relationship. This was war and you were as good as a turncoat.

It wasn't too long after that the plump middle-aged Cindy arrived. She handed you a bag with a cheery enough greeting but seemed rush. Upon asking why she was in such a furor, she explained that she should be at Steve's actual house cleaning. She was his housekeeper and, it seemed, a lot more. You thanked her for her time and she went on her way with another harrumph.

You showered and dressed in the red blouse and pressed black pants. You were thankful that she had brought flats as your ankle still throbbed with every step. In the bag too was a sachet of basic toiletries and you did your best to primp yourself. You felt a little human again.

You were disturbed once more as you were sat in the armchair trying to keep yourself distracted. The knock was blunt and you didn't need to wait for your visitor to enter to guess at who it was. You stood as Bucky stepped inside, a smirk on his lips as you stood daintily on your sore ankle. He crossed his arms and waited by the open door.

"Let's go," He said. "Not carrying you either."

You shook your head and hobbled over to him, bracing the railing as you descended the stairs carefully. You took your time as Bucky huffed in irritation behind you. As you met even ground, he grabbed your arm and led you through the barroom and outside. A car waited for you and you were shoved in the back as Bucky took the driver's seat. Steve waited in the passenger's and grinned at you over his shoulder.

"You look well rested," He remarked, "Let me tell you, this is going to be so damn tiring."

"Where are we going?" You asked as you buckled up.

"To meet an old friend," He answered vaguely, "Sounded real eager to talk about a certain dumbass. Thought you might be interested in joining the conversation."

When the car finally stopped, you glanced up at the building before you and your shoulders dropped. You swore under your breath but not quiet enough as both men looked back at you.

"I take it you know Tony," Steve mused.

"Peripherally. He and Charlie met a few times...let's just say they weren't pals." You chewed your lip as you stared up at the extravagant tower. The richest man in New York and none so covert underworld king. "Don't think he'll appreciate my presence too much."

"Don't worry about Tony, he can be an ass but he's still rational." Steve climbed out and opened your door. "Just don't take it personal."

You waited in the lobby as Bucky parked and the three of you headed up to the top floor. The elevator was a godsend as just standing still was hell on your ankle. You were greeted by Tony's infamous arm candy, Pepper, who showed you to his office. You didn't miss her side-eye as she did. She likely recognized you as well. While Charlie kept you clueless, you weren't entirely oblivious.

There were loud voices from the other side of the door and Pepper knocked before she opened the door and left Steve to lead the way. It was chaos within. A kid with reddish-brown hair was in a chair, whining as a grey-haired man dug a pair of tweezers into his bloodied shoulder. A woman with short scarlet locks told him to suck it up and Tony Stark raved angrily as he stomped around his office. He stopped short at your entrance.

"Finally!" He turned to Steve, "You wont believe what that rat has done now--What the fuck is she doing here?"

Tony reached for his holster and Steve inserted himself between you. "Don't. We're all friends here."

"Oh yeah. If only by circumstance." Tony kept his hand on his hip but didn't draw. "I hoped to stay out of this little war of yours but it seems I don't have a choice." The kid's whimpers continued in the background.

"Yeah, Tony, you were just gonna let sacred ground be bloodied?" Steve challenged, "Really? As I recall I lost a few good men on behalf of a little turf war not long ago, one I could have as easily walked away from."

"He's an upstart. I didn’t wanna feed his ego. You do that and shit like this happens," He nodded to the kid as the bullet was finally dislodged from his flesh. "They shot the fucking kid on my ground. Can you believe that?"

"I warned you," Steve shrugged.

"Tell me you didn't come to rub it in," Tony snarled.

"I came because you asked me to," Steve countered.

"And you brought her," Tony scowled at you. "You're fucking her, aren't you?"

"An irrelevant fact," Steve smirked, "You don't need to worry about her. I've got this under control."

"Control? Sure." Tony scoffed.

"Well, this is what happens when the old rules are broken. You let it slide and they all go to shit." Steve reproached, "You're the one who wanted to play the pacifist."

"I think you know that's not the case anymore so no need to keep rubbing it in," Tony hissed, "It's my war now, too. You heard from Strange?"

"Man's not as bold as you. Still haven't received his declaration of neutrality." Steve said pointedly. "Least you had the balls to tell me no."

"Strange?" Your ears pricked at the name, "Oh, you won't be getting anything from him."

"Why's that?" Tony tilted his head darkly as if offended by your voice.

"You really don't know?" You wondered aloud.

"What is it?" Steve urged.

"Charlie and Strange are cousins. Their mothers are sisters." You looked around the room tepidly, "He might not take up for Charlie, but he definitely won't go against him. Blood and all."

"You think this little game is gonna make you feel better about that pretty new blond on his arm?" Tony chuckled dryly.

"This isn't a game," You peeked over at the boy as his shoulder was stitched up. "That much is clear."

"Jesus, Y/N, why didn't you say so earlier?" Steve interrupted before Tony could snipe back.

"You told me what I didn't know, you never asked me what I do know." You replied slyly, "Charlie may have kept secrets but he wasn't very good at it...clearly."

With a pact between two of the most powerful men in the city forged in blood, you left Stark Tower for the comfort of Steve’s mansion. Bucky was sent back to the bar to tend to business for the day as his boss swore to keep an ear open at home. You were relieved. You hated sitting alone in the loft and being a fly on the wall in his office was little better. Cindy was there and smiled as you followed Steve to the extravagant dining room. All this for one person; well, not entirely. Men like these often had a full house.

You were starving as a late lunch awaited you and you thanked the housekeeper for her hospitality. With Charlie, you had done most of the cooking yourself. There was a maid to tidy the rooms not often used but you took care of the rest. You didn’t like being kept like a pet. You wanted at least a degree of autonomy. You would take an ounce of agency if you were to be denied your independence.

You ate silently and finished with a sigh. Your fork clinked on the plate as you set it down. Steve looked up and gulped from his water. He had been as distracted as you though his thoughts were likely more focused on war plans. He raised a brow as he scratched his beard.

“What’s up?” He asked as if breaking from a daze.

“You think Tony’s going to kill me?” You asked abruptly.

“What?” He almost laughed as he sat up in his chair.

“He hates me because of Charlie. He might think if he kills me, it’ll hurt Charlie.” You shrugged, “Would you let him?”

“Come on,” He shook his head, “Tony’s not going to kill you, okay? He’s mad right now because of the kid but he’s not an idiot.”

“I asked you if you would let him,” You repeated.

“Of course not. If I was going to let you get killed, I would’ve done it myself,” He scowled, “Now stop.”

“What do you expect? I feel powerless here. I’m just supposed to hang off your arm as you make your battle plans.” You slumped in your chair. “I’m not stupid enough to ask you to trust me but a little slack on the leash would be nice.”

“The last time I allowed you an inch, you took a mile,” He smirked, “There’s a lot of windows in this place.”

“I didn’t really think that out, did I?” You scoffed. “I got nowhere to go. We both know that. I’d not only be on your hit list, but Charlie’s and Tony’s.”

“Sorry but you’re just going to have to suffer me a little bit longer,” He shrugged, “Gonna have to do a lot more to earn my forgiveness.”

He leaned forward with a lurid smirk. You caught his meaning and rolled your eyes. Despite his fixation on his vengeance, he seemed even more obsessed with his libido. In the two days you had been with him, he hadn’t shied away from the topic. And when you did get into it, he’d worn you out. Even in your early love blind days, you and Charlie had never fucked that rampantly.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t you have a war to worry about?” You pouted. “Maybe try to keep your mind on that.”

“You make it difficult,” He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.

That night you laid awake in bed. It was different from the one before. This one was the one in which Steve truly resided. It smelled of him. He was next to you; sleeping soundly after his usual rapacious activity. You watched him, a low rumble rising from his chest with each breath. His snores were quiet and calming. Even so, you couldn’t sleep.

You wondered how everything could change so fast. It hadn’t been so long ago that you had been sleeping beside another mafioso. Fucking him. Well, that hadn’t been as often. Now you were in the bed of his enemy; you were his enemy. You rolled over and held your head in your hands. You recalled the night in the kitchen; the river of blood which flowed from Robert’s body. The man next to you was a murderer; the man before him was too. When had you become so callous? How could you ignore the plight of others for your own desires?

Well, you didn’t have much of a choice now. When had you truly had a choice in all this? It was kill or be killed. That much was clear after your meeting with Stark. If it hadn’t been for Steve, he’d have made you atone for Charlie’s sins. You peeked over at Steve; still unaware of your internal struggle. You carefully pushed yourself up, careful not to jostle the bed as you stood. Your ankle reverberated with pain and you held back a squeak.

You searched the room and found a tee in one of his drawers. You had never seen him in anything but his usual tailored suit. You wondered if he was anything but the cool and collected mobster. You pulled the shirt over your head, the hem fell below your thighs. You tiptoed, rather limped, around the bed and neared the double doors which led to the Mediterranean style balcony. You turned the handle slowly and stepped out into the night air.

You neared the rail and looked out to the trimmed hedges that framed the long driveway. The yard was shrouded in shadows, the moonlight speckled along folded leaves and marble statues. You peered down along the immaculate landscape and shivered. It wasn’t the chill that made you tremble but the thought of what was to come. War. Charlie had gotten into some shit before, but nothing like this. You had never expected to be on the other side.

You gripped the rail as a dark figure appeared from beneath the balcony. Your other hand was on your chest as the movement frightened you. It was a moment before you recognized the silhouette and only seconds before he was glaring up at you. Even in the dark, you could feel the spite of the loyal henchman. You returned his heated gaze through the grey as he came to a halt. You didn’t fault him your distrust. A woman who spread her legs for her place garnered little more than contempt.

The door shifted slightly behind you and footsteps neared. You turned as Steve emerged in little more than he slept in; nothing. You were embarrassed and tried to hide your face from the man below you. You heard Bucky’s retreat as Steve came up behind you, his arms encased you as he rested his hands on the railing.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep as his hot breath whisked across your scalp.

“Nothing, I just...couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged and he leaned in to nuzzle your hair. “You know, I went to uni for English Lit?” You shook your head with a dry chuckle, “How’d I ever end up here?”

“Oh?” He lifted his head, his tone curious. “Well, you seem the type...I mean, I could see you now. Perky little sorority sister.”

“Ha, no, nothing like that,” You scoffed, “Straight A’s. I had a scholarship to maintain. More a sweater vest and glasses type.”

“Even better,” He slipped his hands from the railing and found your hips beneath the loose tee, “What happened to the glasses?”

“I didn’t exactly get a chance to grab my contacts,” You shrugged, “They were just for reading anyway. Not doing much of that anyway.”

“You shouldn’t dwell on the past,” His hand slid up your stomach and his fingers tickled you through the cotton. “The present is much more...interesting.”

“I know,” You sighed and stilled his hand. You turned to him, trapped between him and the stone railing. “I’m more worried about the future. What happens after? Win or lose, where do I go?”

“You don’t have to go,” He twined his fingers through yours.

“You say that now. It won’t be long before you follow in Charlie’s wake. Trust me.” You insisted, “I… ended up exactly where I never wanted to; dependent on someone else.”

“No, you’re not,” He returned, “You won’t be. Not if you keep yourself involved. I want you involved. I want you to know everything--”

“So you can win your war,” You frowned, “The war will end and after that, I won’t be so useful.”

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it softly. “So pessimistic,” He said as he began to back away. He drew you with him as he kept hold of your hand. “I’m telling you, I could never tire of you.”

“Stop,” You touched your cheek with your free hand as it burned. “Don’t lie to me.”

“In all of this, when have I lied to you?” He asked as he led you through the door. “Tell me.” You shook your head. He hadn’t. “Well?” He waited; no answer. He walked backwards until his legs touched the bed and he sat, pulling you between his legs. “So, just give me the benefit of the doubt. At least until the shit hits the fan.”

You couldn’t help the subtle curve of your lips as you let go of his hand. You brought your hands to his shoulders and bent to kiss him. He was voracious as he met your lips with his usual hunger. He rolled the shirt up your torso as he held you between his knees. You lifted your arms and he parted only to remove the cotton. His mouth crashed back into yours and he fell back on the bed taking you with him.

He rolled over so that you were beneath him, your legs hung over the edge. His hand grazed your thigh as he felt around for your most sensitive spot. He had learned the curves and kinks of your body so quickly. You were already wet. The moment he had come up behind you on the balcony you had felt the rush. He slipped his fingers between your folds and cloyingly dragged them to your clit. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed down, twirling his fingertips so that your thighs twitched. You squeezed his hand between your legs as he played with you, his lips left yours as you turned your chin up with a gasp. He kissed and nibbled along your jaw and neck as he stirred your nerves into a flurry. Your muscles clutched and released all at once and you exclaimed in surprise as your climax rose quicker than ever before.

He drew back and leaned on his shoulder as he looked down at you. His blue eyes sparkled in the dark as his finger traced the line of your vee. He led you wordlessly, pulling your body up entirely onto the mattress. He was on top of you once more, his lips on yours, then your cheek, neck, jaw, collarbone. He paused as he reached your breasts and looked up at you. You shyly returned his gaze and he smiled.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He hummed before he lowered his head.

He explored every inch of your body before making his way back up to your lips. You bent your legs around him in welcome. He reached down as he kept his mouth on yours and positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed inside slowly as his hand came up to cradle your face. He sighed into your mouth as he delved into you a little at a time. Your body trembled as he filled you entirely.

He began his motion languidly. His body brushing against yours. You draped your arms around his shoulders as you clung to the delight. Your legs wrapped around him as he kept his pace deliberate, groaning with each stroke. You breathed in time with his thrusts, his warmth flowed through you like electricity. Every nerve, every muscle, every inch of flesh fizzled against him.

He did not quicken much, his pace steady; tantalizing. Your orgasm struck you once more by surprise. Rising from the calm waves so suddenly you nearly screamed. Steve buried his face in your neck as he thrust into you as deep as he could, every time bringing himself to the limit before pulling out evenly. His shoulders tightened under your hands, your nails digging into his muscles as a second peak rose in quick succession.

He growled into your flesh as his hips snaps forward decisively and his motion turned erratic; jarring. His ground his pelvis into yours in one last thrust, his body seizing atop of you as he panted into your sweaty skin. He lingered as you hugged him to you and he cradled you beneath him. Slowly, he kept you flush to him as he rolled you both onto your side.

“Don’t think about tomorrow,” He whispered. “Just focus on right now.”

He remained as he was, lost in the rapture as his eyes closed. You mirrored him as your breath calmed and the sweat on your skin cooled. You flinched when he began to move again. Rocking within you as his cum began to seep out around his cock. Your thighs grew slick from the mixture of your juices and you hooked your leg over his as you forgot about the dread which had kept you awake. There was only that moment. Only him.

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 55 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 55 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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Someone in the melee noticed them in a brief moment of better visibility. They frantically called, “Boarders aft!” Shocked into further action, Captain Mord left the fight and led the two hundred and fifty foot charge back to the map table. They were too late. Kurin was gone.

In a small boat, barely out of sight in the fog, Tanlin bent her back to carefully muffled oars. The Sea Hawk circled once and disappeared into the mist. Shortly, they heard it scream, back near the Longin. The bird came back and circled, flying low and slow ahead of them. In short order, the Wide Wing lead them to the other three boats.

It swooped down and landed on Tanlin’s heavily padded shoulder, talons adding another few small rips to the pads. Tanlin chucked the Sea Hawk under the beak and then gave it a bit of dried skelt. The razor sharp beak took it gently from her fingers and made short work of it.

As Kurin looked on in amazement, Tanlin said, “Good, Skye. Good. Now, show us t’e way t’ ‘ome an’ nest.” The big bird bobbed its head, and launched off her shoulder, beating up, out of sight. Tanlin had a faraway look, as if the world about her was a dream.

She shook herself and pointed surely through the fog, “T’at way, swift an’ quiet.” After they had rowed for a bit, she ordered, “Step masts. Rig t’e sails. Lively, now!” Without a word, the crewmen and women leapt to obey.

A cat’s paw breeze swept through the fog and filled their sails. In a short time they were clear of the fog and scudding north through the chop raised by a brisk breeze.

Finally, Tanlin relaxed, but only a little. She called to the other boats, “Wad t’ey nae look at our message at all?”

“No, Captain. We were driven back by knives.”

Shaken, Tanlin asked, “T’ey refused ye rescue? T’e Longin broke the Groit Law? Ye were attacked wit’ knives?” She paused and swallowed hard. In a calm voice belied by shaking shoulders and tears she asked, “W’at losses?”

“One dead, three wounded, one missing,” they replied.

Kurin saw Tanlin crumple a bit but then brace herself. “‘Oo died?”

“Macoul, the helmsman,” they called back.

“T’e wounded?” she asked, shaking but dry-eyed now.

“Gemma Colin, Darkistry Colm and Lenai Halin, Captain,” they called back.

“An’ t’e missin’?”

“Bosun Modanet.”

Then she did cry but she held her course. “A good ‘elmsmon gone. Doctor Corin’s daughter. M’ best friend. Arnat’s mot’er. Oi can ‘ope t’at t’e Bosun got our message t’ yer Ca’tain. I’ ‘arm t’ t’ese few ‘urts so muckle, ‘ow does anyane survive a war?”

Kurin tried to distract Tanlin from her grief. “How did you train Skye so well? I never heard of anyone taming a Wide Wing before. It was like he understood you.”

Tanlin did smile, though there were still tears in her eyes, “She. Skye’s a female. T’under’ead’s bock ‘ome on t’e nest. Huh, she just got bock t’ t’e ship. She brought ‘im a fish.”

“But how did you train her so well?” asked Kurin, in genuine curiosity.

“Oi dinnae. Oi defended t’eir nest wen t’ey decided t’ make ‘t in our rigging w’ile we rode in t’e eye o’ t’e storm. Oi brought t’em some fish, because t’ey’d been days wit’oot food. T’ey adopted me. T’en w’en Mecat gave m’ a Dragon’s Gift, t’ey were on m’ shoulders, trin’ t’ protect m’ from a Groit Dragon. T’ey got included in t’e Gift.

“Sorry, Oi’m upset an’ tellin’ ‘t badly. Let m’ calm down an’ Oi’ll tell ‘t better.”

“Did I hear one of the crewmen call you ‘Captain’?”

“Full o’ quest’ns, arenae ye?” said Tanlin, smiling in spite of herself. “Aye, Ca’tain Barad stepped down voluntarily, for t’e good o’ t’e ship. T’e crew elected m’. T’was unanimous. Ye con poll t’em yersel’, i’ ye wont.”

“What I would want is to hear Barad say that he stepped down voluntarily,” said Kurin almost wistfully.

“T’en ye shall ‘ear ‘t from ‘is ane mout’, an’ t’at, soon,” said Tanlin firmly. She pointed. The sails of the big square-rigger could be seen coming over the horizon. A Wide Wing could be seen leading the ship. When it was clear that ship and boats had seen each other, the bird dove from five hundred feet up, hitting the water cleanly, with only a small splash. A few minutes later, it surfaced and took off, circling back to the high lookout where the nest was.

“T’at wa’ T’under’ead,” said Tanlin, proudly. “Wen we get t’e wounded taken care o’, Oi’m going t’ take t’em a basket o’ fish, for t’eir chicks. Oi’m part o’ t’e flock, after all, an’ tis the duty o’ t’e flock t’ care for t’e young.” She cocked her head in self-conscious imitation of a bird. “Oi’ll take care o’ ye, t’. Wont t’ ‘elp feed t’em?”

The Grandalor turned into the wind, using it as a brake, to stop so that the party could board.

“What fortune?” called a light baritone voice that Kurin knew.

“She came wit’ us, Barad,” Tanlin called back. “T’e price wa’ ‘eavy. We ‘ave t’ree wounded, ane dead an’ ane missin’.”

“You heard the Captain,” Barad’s voice called. “Get four stretchers rigged, now!” Their boats bumped up to the Grandalor and tied up to a piece of cargo net that had been hung over the side for use as a ladder. The boarding party swarmed up the net, except for Tanlin and a few others who stayed behind to tend to the dead and injured.

Tanlin turned to Kurin, “Go on, get aboard. T’ese folk volunteered t’ be in t’is party an’ ye are t’e reason t’at t’eir blood wa’ shed. I’ ye donnae get aboard, t’will ‘ave all been for naught.”

“I’ll go aboard, never fear that,” Kurin answered seriously. “These people risked their lives to get me here. I can take a few minutes to help them. I know bandaging and that abdominal wound needs to be rebound. She is in shock. Wind her tightly. Her arms and legs, too. It will help to keep her blood pressure up.”

“Thank you, Kurin,” said a dark haired woman, injured in both an arm and a leg, as she helped wrap the more gravely injured woman. “I’m Darkistry, by the way. I hope that Lenai will be able to thank you herself. I wish that we had known this trick of bandaging two hours ago.”

“I wish that I had known it was needed,” Kurin replied seriously, bandaging an arm. “Captain Tanlin, this woman needs to go first. She’s in deep shock.”

Tanlin, who was steadying the first of the stretchers, said, “OK, Kurin, can ye ‘elp get Lenai int’ t’e stretcher? Oi’ll ‘old ‘t steady.”

Kurin placed the crewmen along Lenai’s still form and directed, “Everyone, lift at once, on my mark… Lift!” They all lifted until she was high enough for Tanlin to get the stretcher under her.

Tanlin signaled for the stretcher to be raised and called, “Number ane, ready for lift! Get ‘er directly t’ Doctor Corin in sickbay! Oi t’ink ‘e’s going t’ ‘ave t’ operate on ‘er.”

Darkistry said, “Take Gemma next. She’s lost a fair bit of blood and got a nasty blow to the head. My cuts are pretty deep, but I’m not bleeding much, I just need a ride to the deck and somebody to lean on until I can get stitched up.”

“Ye’ll lie flat an’ stay t’at way until we can take care o’ ye,” Tanlin ordered.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Darkistry replied with an almost impudent grin. As an aside to Kurin, she confided, “I never was very good at taking orders but I think that I’ll follow these.”

They helped Gemma into her stretcher and Darkistry into hers. Crewmen went up alongside, to keep the stretchers steady. An honor guard of Macoul’s friends came down and escorted his body up to the deck.

When they were alone in the boats, Kurin demanded, “What are you up to, Tanlin? This ship,” she gestured at the Grandalor, “has been rebuilt for war! I’m not blind. You’ve changed the bow profile for better speed and ramming strength. It’s been reinforced with at least two layers of Wing Ray for hardness and penetration. Your bowsprit has been reinforced and broadened as part of that.

“Your standing rigging is over twice the thickness needed for storms and it’s been moved to absorb ramming shocks better. Your rigging and sails have the coloration of fresh fireproofing by Hag extracts.

“What do you hope to gain by all of this?” Kurin ended her tirade, hands on hips, face set and angry.

“Oi’ve made ye a promise, an’ ‘t’ll be kept! T’is ship ‘as been remade because we see precious little o’ justice in t‘e actions o’ t’e Council!

“We are nae paddle ducks t’at ye can cut t’e ‘ead off wit’ nae struggle! We’ll fight for t’e rights o’ the Groit Law! Wen we can get a fair trial, we’ll submit t’ real justice!

“We’ve a few prisoners t’at we belive need t’ go for a swim t’ yer foster fat’er Iren’s halls! T’eir trial’ll ‘ave t’ be a fleet matter. We are ‘olding t’em until t’ey can ‘ave t’e chance t’ rebut charges o’ mutiny an’ murder!” Tanlin paused for breath, fire in her eye.

“Tell m’ Kurin, w’at’s t’e second o’ t’e Groit Laws, t’e ane right after t’e ban on slavery?”

“The right to rebut charges. Everybody knows that…” Kurin trailed off.

“Name m’ t’e court w’ere we can answer any charges? T’ere’s nae such court for us. We were condemned wit’oot trial. Ask yer friend Sula i’ t’at precedent isnae w’ere t’e Ca’tain o’ Ca’tains got ‘is start? T’en ask ‘ow many ships an’ lives were lost as a result. T’e answers’ll appall ye.

“Groit Law is put aside at groit peril. We’ll send for Sula an’ Ca’tain Sarfin, along wit’ a quorum o’ t’e Council, yer ane Ca’tain Mord an’ ane ot’er ‘oo ‘as an interest in t’is case. Blind Mecat. Ye know ‘er, Oi believe,” Tanlin finished with irony.

“How can you send for Cat, or the others, for that matter?” Now Kurin was curious again.

Instead of answering, Tanlin said, “Cume up t’ t’e deck an’ brace yersel’ for w’at ye’ll see. Ye’ve nae beheld t’e worst t’at’s t’ be seen, yet.” Tanlin did not wait, but climbed the net. Shrugging, Kurin followed.

TO BE CONTINUED

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antihero-writings · 5 years ago

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Slight prompt/AU. Vlad arriving to the village earlier than in canon. Though is it early enough to save Lisa?

Ahhhhh I’m so sorry this took so long!!

I was thinking this would be a short like 1000/2000 word fic

...And here we are, 5000 words later...

Thank you so much for this prompt!! I honestly really like how it turned out!!

What is a man?

If there are stupid questions in the classroom of life, that must qualify as one. Too simple, too crass. For…surely we must know by now. Even those of us who aren’t human are around them enough—(and ‘enough’ is too much)—to come up with some sort of answer.

Despite all this, this question, perhaps the single question whose answer must come easiest to our lips—muscle memory instead of something to think about—is one even those who are human find difficulty in answering. So simple it’s complicated, like saying the the answer to a another question: “I’m not okay.” Too many facets, too many reflections cast on the wall by a single gemstone.

Vlad finds himself asking that question more often than he should.

Dracula was a man once. And maybe that means he ought to know the answer. But when you live long enough as something slightly to the left of human—not far, but removed enough to scorn humanity and their faults as something other—you tend to forget that fact. You tend to forget that you were one of them once. You tend to forget the answer to that question.

He tried to. Remember, that is. He actively tried to remember the answer. Or come up with a new one.

Because of her. Because Lisa wanted him to.

She told him she would teach him how to be human again. Love a woman. Raise a child. Travel the world. She’d take this thing, dark, and monstrous, and extraordinary, and make him mortal. Make him see the answer in the faceless mirrors. She would change that label into conversation, until that question, its answer, rested comfortably in his quiet mind.

That’s what he’s been doing. Loving her. As a man. Putting her picture upon his castle’s walls. Staying in a little cottage by the creek. Raising a child. As a man. Bouncing him on his knee. Teaching him all he knows. Traveling the world. As a man. Asking to be invited. Wearing simple cloaks instead of royal robes. Curbing a thirst, a disdain, that once drove his every action into refined honor.

As a man. That phrase was once so soft, now rumbles low in the back of his mind, an incessant humming that increased in volume until it was loud enough, constant enough to make anyone mad.

That question, the answer, was clearing, pond stagnance into a river’s clear tones, slowly—(everything was slow with them, wasn’t it?)—and he could almost see the answer on the river floor.

But when he walks into the village of Lupu, expecting to return home, like a soldier from his own personal war, to a quaint cottage, a beautiful wife, whose face he hasn’t seen in far too long, and a son who has grown far too much in the time he was away…and finds a few drops of blood and a pile of charcoal—

A rock is thrown into the water, making those years of clarity murky again, and he forgets there was ever anything human in him.

...Either that, or he remembers far too well.

And everything that clouded his eyes before flares up with a vengeance, turning his gaze red once again.

“Where happened?” his voice burns in his throat, this question, and the other, rotting his lungs, his heart, “Where is my wife?”

“Ohh.” The woman’s voice is feeble, like a wisp of the smoke surrounding them, “The Bishop took her. Witchcraft, he said. They’re burning her at the stake.” He doesn’t like how she says it like it’s already done, already too late. “She was good to me, your wife. A good doctor. It’s not right what happened.”

“Where are they holding her?” his hair falls across his eyes, “The Cathedral?”

“Oh. Oh, no, sir. They’ll be burning her now.” The woman’s voice is far too gentle to say a truth so violent.

“What?” The word is thrown onto the ground.

“I couldn’t be there. I don’t care what they say. I wont take joy in that woman being killed by the Church. I’m here remembering her instead.”

What is a man?

So long Dracula has spent trying to understand them, to live like them, be like them, for her. He traveled, and didn’t use magic to move or communicate, because she didn’t want him to go into this halfheartedly.

And now he returns to her, and finds that they, the people she loved, who she tried to heal and save, they took her, like interrupting him before the end of a sentence.

Dracula isn’t one for wanton emotion, but the sorrow and anger burns in his eyes, and red clouds his vision.

“She said to me, if you would love me as a man, then live as a man. Travel as a man.”

“She said you were traveling.”

“I was.” He looked at his hands, at the ring she gave him, “The way men do. Slowly.” He says the word like the idea is an insult to him, the next two words his defense, his battle against it, digging his nails into his palm. “No more.”

What is a man?

What is this woman? What is she to him but a quavering voice that he could all-too-easily break? What is she to him that he should deem her life worth something?

No. She is someone who is kind, says something in the back of his brain. She is someone who didn’t stand and watch. Who protested in the only way she knew how. She is someone who knew Lisa, and honored Lisa, and for that she ought not be punished. As the rest of his mind, the rest of his body, burns in an undead fire of kill, kill, kill them, kill them all, that other part of him says She is someone worth saving.

So he does. One last kindness in her name.

And, as he teleports in a flash of flames, with little regard for the flowers she left, he is a vampire again. After all those years of walking he does not walk those last steps to his castle. He trades the clothing of kind words for the garb of contempt again. After all those years of fasting from murder’s nectar, he is ready to raid their skins and pillage their blood.

“What the fu—! Father!” There’s someone else here, a man—well, not fully, he is half-vampire too, on his father’s side—who was previously reading in the chair.

Dracula motions for the mirror shards on the floor to raise themselves, giving no sign that he even noticed his son.

“You’ve returned!” Alucard stands, a little haphazardly, pushing back his hair, muttering, “I would have appreciated some warning…But I’m—!”

He stops himself, his eyes flashing, gold tinted with fear.

This is no ordinary mirror; its image is not the room in reverse. It is a cracked, silver lens, and Alucard sees within its glass a crowd of humans, all around a sort of altar, shouting, raising bitter fists around a pile of wood—one piece higher than the rest, like another hand lifted in a plea for mercy—and is this what hell looks like?—worshipping a single word, the color orange, and the smell of smoke.

And in the center of it all, tied to that drifted piece of wood, is a woman, a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, like a gold piece glinting amongst the river sludge. A woman who is different from them—and perhaps they are killing for it.

And they are killing her.

They are tossing wood onto those flames, egging it to reach up and grab her.

The same woman who held Adrian when he scraped his knees, and kissed him goodnight, and told him of the world out there, and how it wasn’t so bad, in fact it was quite good, and the people were the best part.

They are killing his mother.

“That isn’t—?!” The words are little more than a gasp for air.

His father doesn’t answer, as if there are none left in him anymore, but when he steps into the mirror the look in his eyes—like a soldier going back into war—is enough to make Adrian follow.

With a single step the atmosphere shifts; the cozy warmth of the tame fire becoming a fetid heat that could suffocate you if you sat in it in long enough, the smell of smoke and something…cooking enough to make anyone with a sense of right and wrong feel sick, the quiet air of the study shredded with a single word:

“Witch.”

Like that word—that name, that truth, that lie— is enough to damn her.

The fire is not the creature it was in the study, curled up quietly behind bars, providing warmth to the space. They let it loose for the beast it is when allowed to gorge itself, and that warmth, once so inviting, has become something hot enough to bite. To kill.

Like too many things, something calm has become mad at the sound of a human’s voice; something tender a weapon in human hands.

They’re burning her.

Oh God—and it is God they’re doing this for, or at least they think they are—they’re burning her. They’re burning her. They’re burning his wife. They’re burning my wife!

Bloodthirst is an all-too familiar friend to the vampire king, but this is different. Different in them. Different in him.

In them it is a sick thing. Some sort of red lunacy. That word “witch” is laced; a drug that makes them less sane the more they shout it, turning them from intelligent beings with some sense of propriety into things that would eat their own children if given the chance. Severing their tongues, sharpening their teeth, infesting their mouths, rotting their eyes, wriggling in and out of their ears, corroding their faces into the form of beasts, ghouls and demons. They are far more undead than the king of vampires ever was.

In him, before, it was hunger, instinct. A single string in an undead thing. This is alive. This is not some out-of-his-control link, tying a lifeless toy to its animator. This comes from within. It rushes through him like a well-timed-lightning strike; like love, like rage. This is hurt-them-like-they-hurt-me, like-they’re-hurting-her. This is more than just wanting to drink blood; he wants to see them bleed. He wants to stain their oh-so-holy ground with the sins that would send them to beneath it. To dye their pious sky the color of heresy.

What is a man?

It’s been a long time. A long time since he’s killed. Killing was an exotic pet—admirable to own, but formidable to control—which he gave up for adoption, for someone who could better care for, tame it. A cause he no longer believed in. A game he hit quit on.

It’s been a long time, a long time since he viewed men and women as merely blood to be spilled.

It’s been a long time since that field of skeletons choking on stakes.

The Vlad of today—or, at least, a few hours ago—was different. He knew that those bones were people, once. That they had souls, and only the most bloodthirsty of humans deserved to have those souls stolen by a stake. Now that he had a family, he knew what he had taken those bloody bones away from.

He gave up the malice for her. Because of her the word ‘massacre’ didn’t flutter so dulcetly upon his ears. She cleared the red from his eyes. She’s the one who taught him to walk again—as she did with their son. She’s the one who told him that peasants with knowledge would be something more; not a lost cause, a beast to be put down, but something that could do some good. That there was something deep beneath their skin worth saving…just like him.

The other vampires may view them as livestock, but they’re not animals. They have dreams and brains, and hearts, and they are capable of being better than this.

And that’s what makes this so damn sick.

Now…now she is not by his side. She is up there, with her hands behind her back, and the color orange desecrating all the other hues on the canvas that is her life, and they’re all sitting there watching like some macabre stage show…not a single one of them standing up to say “No. No we won’t behave like animals anymore.” And the things he did with and for and because of her he can’t remember, blocked off by the barrier of blood between her and him.

Well, if they are going to act like animals—

if they are going to stand and watchhis wife—the woman who he lie in the grass and counted the stars with, who made them cookies, and who he could never beat at chess—burn—

If they’re going to sit here and shout to the Lord while her hands, which wrapped around him so gently, turn red, then black, char—

Her lips, which kissed his cheek, crack and bleed and break—

Her voice, which raised at him, then fell quietly that on his ears, which spoke so passionately about medicine, rip until it didn’t work anymore—

Her heart, which was always for this creatures, which was bigger than all their evil, melt—

Her soul—she has one too, you know, she didn’t sell it or anything—get devoured by their insolence, like she isn’t one of them—

Then he’s going to treat them like animals.

“Father—!” Adrian’s voice is dull in the back of his mind, like his own conscience and all its foolish wisdom.

Alucard probably thinks they can do this quietly. They can talk it out with the beasts. They can explain that she isn’t a witch, and there’s no need for burning. That they will be able to untie her and take her home safely, and no one has to die. That he can unfork their tongues. That he can unravel the thirst from their mouths, the insanity from their brains.

What is a man?

But Dracula, Dracula knows what they are. They are mongrels. They are demons. And what’s the use trying to talk to a thing that can only grunt back? What’s the use speaking of heaven to a thing with hell woven behind its eyes?

He forgot how sweet death tasted.

And the moon, once a quiet guide of their stargazing, is a fuming guard on his side. He takes their royal blue night in his grasp and wrings its neck—with nothing more than a thought—its blood poured out until their sky, their earth, their eyes fill with the color he sees everything in.

It doesn’t take long before screams cut that ignorant word from the air. Until they fall like dominoes, one after the other in this game of life with no winners or losers, only destined to come crashing down.

Dracula doesn’t catch sight of their faces, doesn’t remember that they are individuals, and have souls. He forsakes the part of him that says worth saving, worth saving, worth saving for the thing on his shoulder chanting kill, kill, kill. He knows only the taste of iron, the sound of their hearts breaking, the smell of meat and charcoal, the feeling of flesh breaking beneath his nails, hearts still beating in his dripping fingers, the warmth of blood on his skin, his tongue.

“NO!”

Then there is another voice. And this voice does not belong to the faceless horde. This voice that sounds like sunlight feels, but which is weathering beneath the elements.

“No! Please…don’t do this! Don’t hurt them! Don’t kill them!”

And something, something comes rushing back to him. Decorating the castle for Christmas. Her head on his shoulder as she sat with him by fire, hiding out from the cold. Her laying in bed, draped in light, a boy with her golden hair, and his features laying his head on her shoulder as she read to him. Her kissing Adrian goodnight with a smile and a lullaby—

Don’t say goodnight just yet.

And the sound of that voice makes the blood taste sour. Makes the flesh feel too soft, the bones harder to break. Makes the cries sink teeth into his ears. Slices the moment, turning the sky-light blue again. Makes him freeze, not with the cold; but with the warmth the blood made him feel. And her name is barely a breath in his mouth, more like the beat of his heart…more like every breath.

No. Not this. Not here. Not now, when Lisa—when his sun and stars and to-the-moon-and-back—is watching.

“Mother!” their son has strength, virtue enough to speak in the face of her voice, and in a flash of red he is on the altar near her.

Her husband follows, a growl and a blink and he is beside their reason for coming here.

As Adrian goes to cut his mother down. Dracula turns to the surrounding humans, looking like vultures surrounding a corpse, waiting to feast on death.

“I am Vlad Dracula Tepes,” he magically magnifies his voice, “and you will tell me why this thing is happening to my wife.”

“Oh no! Oh God, Dracula! He was supposed to be a myth!” The mayor says like this was some grand cat’s-out-of-the-bag moment, “A story made up by heretics!

“She…she’s a witch.” The man, the one who started this all, speaks.

He is old and balding, wearing the red and gold that said he presided over holy things, his features set like he judged people so much it changed the shape of his face, making it impossible for him to smile without it looking like a twisted thing.

What is a man?

Well, the vampire king knows what this man is. He doesn’t need a second’s consideration to know what kind of demon he is dealing with. That he’s the kind of creature who condemns virtuous men, twists the minds of children, and burns women, for fun, and thinks that his ego and his God are the same thing.

“Lisa Tepes is a woman of science, and the one thing that justifies humanity’s stench upon this planet.”

“You are not real.” He says like he can bend existence to his will, like if he just says it enough the demons will suddenly disappear. “You are a fiction that justified the practice of black magic!”

“A fiction?!” the words blazed on his tongue, “You take my wife and deny I even exist!” he digs his nails into his palm, breaking the skin, his pain the only thing keeping from disobeying his wife and digging those nails straight through this man’s chest—(it will all be okay when they return home, he tells himself)—“Tell me, do I seem so fictional now?” He grabs his cloak, holding it up, shooting a wall of fireballs towards them, the orange beast changing allegiance, turning from his wife’s side to gorge itself on the one who set it.

Many bystanders scream, leap out of the way. Windows of nearby buildings shatter, the flames scooping up their innards. The mayor grabs the priest and pulls him away just in time, just; the fire snatches his robes, and he indignantly stamps it out.

Vlad now returns his gaze to his family and sees Adrian talking to Lisa….talking not acting, just talking, like she isn’t going to burn if she remains there.

With teeth bared slightly he raises his claw to cut her rope.

“No…don’t…” Lisa interrupts him, coughing, “If my death can save others…”

His eyes widen. “I’m not leaving you.” His voice is low and irrefutable.

“And I’m not letting you��kill any more of these people.”

“Well?!” The bishop stands, looking at the mayor as if he ought to be doing something, then at Dracula like his existence is more of a great offense to him than an actual threat.

The mayor looks at him, then at Dracula in the way he should: knowing full well what sort of threat a thing with a taste for human blood poses to those who tried to kill his wife.

The bishop closes his eyes, taking out a cross, holding it in front of him “In nomine Patris et Filii…God—”

Vlad teleports before the man-of-something-other-than-God, his cloak dancing in the wind, his eyes red sparks as he stalks his praying prey.

“‘God…’? You say your God is one of love, then proceed burn an innocent woman in His name? Either you have a very poor God, or you are a very poor follower. Regardless, I’d like to see what He thinks of you.” He raises a claw, forgetting for a moment his wife’s command in the face of all this red, about to send it slashing through this man’s chest.

But someone grabs his arm. He’s about to rip the hand off when he realizes it’s not one of the priest’s dogs, but that of his own son. The look in Adrian’s eyes is far too similar to those Lisa gave him when she chastised him…he never understood how something so gentle could be so hard to oppose.

“Father.”

Dracula slowly begins to lower his hand.

But the clergyman does not fall on his knees in a heap of thank-yous and I’m-sorrys; does not look upon the vampire’s son as someone he owes a great debt for deeming his life worth sparing. His lips aren’t capable of admitting such things anymore. His eyes are as beastly as the fire reflected within them, gorging themselves on every scrap of sin they can find. That arrogant gaze falls again upon his wife—Alucard has to keep his father from ripping them out just for looking at her—and his words are, low, horrified, laced with the same drug he put in everyone else’s mouths;

“You...You lie with the devil?!” Then question becomes condemnation, and he says like Dracula, and not he, is the simpering worm, “How utterly vile.”

Alucard’s eye twitches.

“The situation is far worse than we thought,” his knuckles turn white around the cross, “This woman is more than a mere witch. She is the wife of a devil and the mother of a demonspawn!” he jerks his head to the mayor, indignance fused into his irises, “What are you waiting for?!”

Dracula tries to raise his talon again but his son steps in front of him and grabs his other arm, digging his boots into the dirt as he struggles to hold him back, every indication in his eye demanding let me talk to them.

Dracula loses the staring contest.

The fire reflected in the Mayor’s gaze has gotten out of hand. He vaguely motions to the men around him—who look like they’re about to piss in their pants—to do something.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” The vampire king brings his hand to his face, letting the blood drip down it and drain onto his tongue, “I’ll make sure you live to tell the tale.”

They stare it him, then at each other, the fire, the red, covering their eyes, and they run.

“Cowards.” The priest’s closed fists mutter.

“Please!” Adrian finally makes his move, and his father can tell he’s trying to temper his own rage, “We can talk about this! Like people! Not one sent us, hell or otherwise! The only thing that sent us here was you! Your ignorance, your lunacy! My mother is not a witch! And we are not devils! Just because she had a few beakers and flasks in her house doesn’t mean she’s a witch. And just because my father has a nasty temper”—he gave Dracula a reproving look—“doesn’t mean we’re demons. If you just let her go we will leave in peace!”

The bishop turns to what’s left of the crowd, which now consists of mostly his own followers, no longer waiting for another to act, for the mayor too is nowhere to be found. “Let a pack of rabid mongrels go wild, he says.” He pauses. “What do you say to that?”

“Put them down!” Someone shouts.

The others cry in agreement.

If only they knew how much they looked like mongrels.

The priest gives that gnarled old smile.

“Well fuck you too,” Adrian mutters as they return to Lisa’s side, and his parents, for once, don’t scold him for his foul language.

He’s about to raise his voice again when Lisa breathes,

“It’s okay, Son…they don’t know what they’re doing…”

He stares at her, his mouth slightly open.

No, that can’t be what she’s saying. She can’t be telling him to give up. He can’t go home with well, you tried. He blinks at her, then at his father, and he looks so much like he did when he was a child confronted with a difficult choice that he wants to scoop him up and tell him everything’s going to be okay.

“Yes, I’m inclined to agree with you. Let’s put them down, shall we?” the priest’s mouth is even fouler, and it’s as if he thinks he’s a war commander, not a man who is supposed to sit in quiet places and pray.

Someone comes up the steps behind Alucard, and his floating sword is at his throat before the man even raises his own. “I think we can all agree backing away would be best, yes?”

When one of them touches Dracula’s arm his hand burns. Another comes up behind the first and Dracula wraps his hand around his throat with barely a change in expression.

“Stop!” Lisa cries. “Don’t hurt them!”

He stares her way like he’s a dog with something in his mouth he’s not supposed to. His arm shakes, ever so slightly, caught between two instincts; follow her voice, and kill those who dared hurt her.

“I know it’s cruel, and it’s not your fault, and I wish there was another way too, but you have to let me go. I don’t want you killing anyone else!”

His grip tightens on the man’s throat, and Dracula doesn’t even notice how much the man is grappling at him, trying to scratch his skin, to get him to release him. “If you think I’m letting you go, after everything we’ve been through—”

Something slams into his back, not enough to make him fall over, but enough to cause him to drop the man, who gasps for air pitifully on the ground. The vampire king whirls around to face his attacker and once again sees his son rubbing his shoulder.

He doesn’t have time to demand why he stopped him, for he must block a priest’s sword—“That’s a funny weapon for a priest to be carrying.” he quips aloud—the blade not even piercing his skin. Then he reaches over and grabs his teammate by the collar, sending him flying into a wall nearby before returning to the first, twisting the man’s arm, breaking it.

“Vlad, please!”

One of the holy men pick up a rather large rock, resorting to the other method the church is known for using to judge women of ill-repute.

If Dracula had seen it, he would have been able to stop it.

But it was Alucard who saw it, and the only method he had of stopping it was getting in its way.

“Son!” Dracula teleports catching his wounded son before he hit the ground, his head falling against his father’s shoulder.

What is a man?

Even the cruelest of animals only kill out of instinct. They don’t hit children because they want to send their mothers to hell.

“Vlad! Take Adrian and go!”

The vampire king looks from the two patches of light in his life, then to the humans who want to snuff them out.

How could he ever choose them over her? How could he ever choose the dark over the light?

“You won’t be able to save us both!”

She’s right…it will be difficult to protect them both…impossible without killing or hurting the humans.

So he has a choice; kill, or otherwise harm, most, if not all, the humans here, desecrating his wife’s wishes in order to save her life. Or let his wife die for the sake of these—these—these…

What is a man?

Mongrels? Demons? Blood to be spilled? Maybe.

Someone comes at him, sword raised, and he throws Adrian high into the air, knocking the man down the steps, catching his son before he hits the ground.

“Vlad…please…” her voice is weak but her eyes are strong.

What is a man?

He looks into the twisted faces of these creatures, rushing at him with consecrated blades and blasphemous gaze.

A thing she loves.

That is what they are. No matter what else they are, dogs, ghouls, and hellish things, men, woman, children…she loves humanity. From the day he met her it was clear just how much she cared for them; enough that she wanted to dedicate her own brief existence to saving their equally short, worthless lives. Enough she wanted to remind him how they were capable of more than the pitchforks and the flames, that there was flavor in more than just their blood. Enough that she made him promise to live like his life was as short as hers, and every moment counted.

His time with her was short…But that doesn’t mean that time, that her life was worthless. That every second he spent with her wasn’t a little pocket of eternity.

…And he’s not going to throw away everything she worked for for a few human lives.

He flickers to an alleyway some distance away and sets Adrian down against the wall.

Then he returns, fixes his gaze on the pyre, attempting to wipe the blood off his lips before floating up beside her, out of the clutches of the flames and the fools.

“Vlad…” she tries to look at him out of the corner of her eye, question, reproach there.

He wants to run his hand along her cheek, but his fingers are covered in blood, and he dares not mar her pristine features.

“I said—” Lisa chokes out.

He kisses her hair, and cuts her ropes with one swipe of his claw, catching her before she falls into the fire like a dip in this dance.

“I heard you.”

He sets her down at the wall beside Adrian—gently as if she were a precious vase he ought not break. His son’s eyes blink open, (being the son of Dracula had its perks).

“Father…?” he asks, his voice so small, glancing then at his mother.

He bends down and kisses Adrian on the forehead as if trying to make a booboo feel better.

“Did I ever tell you what a wonderful young man you’ve become?” he’s about to reach his hand to his cheek but thinks better of the blood. “You’ve… grown so much since I last saw you.”

“What—?”

Next to Lisa, “Did I ever tell you you’re as beautiful as the sun on the morning dew?”

“What tavern did you steal that line from?” she coughs, trying to smile.

“Do you have the strength to get out of here?”

They glance at each other.

“What are you going to do?”

Vlad stands up, lets the wind pass them by. “The sun will be up before long.”

“Vlad…I told you—!”

He shakes his head ever so slightly.

Her brow furrows, then upon realizing, her eyes widen.

“But you…no…you can’t!”

It takes Alucard a second, his expression going through a similar metamorphosis. “Wha—Father, you—?! Don’t be a hero!”

“Better than being the villain, don’t you think?”

Adrian grits his teeth.

“As long as I know you two are alright, it will all have been worth it.”

“But…you’re Dracula!” Lisa coughs again, standing shakily, holding on to Adrian for support, “You can’t possibly think my life is worth—!”

“If you think the immortal existence of Dracula is worth more to the world than the mortal life of Lisa and then I suggest you do more research, Doctor.” He smiles wryly.

They stare his way, that fire now twinkling monstrous and wild in their eyes too, their mouths opening and closing, pleas dying on their tongues.

He glances at the shadows of the oncoming attackers on the walls.

He pulls them into a hug, squeezing them tighter than he ever has.

“I love you both so very much,” he whispers into their ears, trying not to let red tears stain their perfect images.

And before they can reply he shoves them back with all the strength he can muster, giving them the best chance of escape he can.

He takes one last look at them, his sun-struck secret, as the sound of holy footsteps rush to him like water.

What is a man?

He turns to the distorted faces of those who will drive stakes, and forks, and blades, and flames into him, and just might succeed if he can’t hurt them in return, all rage and hate and mindless obedience. Twisted, ugly little devils.

But they have families somewhere. Parents. Children. Wives of their own. They have their reasons, their gods, their demons, hidden beneath their skin. Draining their blood won’t show you what they’re made of, not really.

But they forget. They forget that others are the same. That our faces, that our actions, our words today, never show all our yesterdays, the value of leaving us to our tomorrows.

“Have at me.” He mutters sardonically.

He stares up at the moon, the fury of red fading to tranquil blue, blood into water, heresy into holy.

He thinks of his wife and son—who were classified information to the rest of the world—returning safely to his castle tonight, sitting together beneath a blanket before the tame fire.

And that is enough.

What is a man?

He gives a crooked little smile, thinking of himself; looking at him, you’d never know that a loving husband and father was behind those bloody fangs.

A miserable little pile of secrets.

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heavenbarnes · 6 years ago

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I agree with the anon that suggested being passed around by the holland brothers!! (I’m a sucker for Tom and Sam, lol no pun intended)

i am finally doing this! i also just watched ‘call me by your name ‘again, which you can thank for the setting as i obviously know the holland’s do not live somewhere in northern italy x

Turning the page in your text book, you smiled as the warm sun ghosted over your face. The sounds of the water splashing behind you acted as white noise, aiding with your focus.

You had to be thankful for the Holland family, allowing you to stay at their beautiful home in the North of Italy whilst you studied. The parents were so inviting, ready to answer any question you had, anything to help your studies.

Their sons were kindly as well. Each of them paying special attention to you, the older three in particular. They floated about in the stone pool, whilst you rested on the edge revising. You just enjoyed their general presence.

“Don’t you think you’ve exhausted that beautiful mind enough for today?” Harry asked, swimming to your side.

He pushed the curls back out of his eyes and rested both arms beside you. You smiled down at him, droplets falling from his skin to your thigh as your leg dangled in the water.

“Not at all, you can never ever be over-educated!”

“True, but you can allow yourself to have fun every now and then.” Sam spoke up from his spot on his back in the middle of the pool.

“What do you call the dancing and drinking in the square last night, Sam?”

All three of you chuckled, thinking back to the bright lights and the cigarette smoke. The way you all intertwined on the dance floor. The heat doesn’t dissipate until at least 11pm on these Italian summer nights, you could find the three of you out till sunrise.

“I think he just means that you’re allowed to treat this like the holiday it is.” Tom’s voice interjected among you all.

You were closest to the eldest Holland brother. The moment you’d stepped out of the car, the twins taking your bags to your room and leaving you with their elder brother. He’d immediately reached up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. His skin on yours set you on fire.

Fast forward to the day where you’d all played volleyball out on the grass, enjoying the hot sun. He’d snatched your water bottle from your hand and placed his hand on your shoulder as a sign of thanks. The more his skin touched yours, the more you longed.

He’d accused you of being too tense, pushing down on a knot in your shoulder. He leaned forward to hear the gentle moan you released at the feeling of his fingers kneading your sore muscles. Harry and Sam had watched from the grassy knoll to your right, knowing exactly what Tom was up to.

“I absolutely do, I just also understand that this degree wont earn itself.” You looked out to the men, pushing your sunglasses up your nose.

Harry’s hand left the edge of the pool, coming to rest on your thigh. The cool water transposed with the heat of the sun made the smallest bumps scatter across you. That and the fact he was touching you rather intimately.

He gave you a cheeky grin, letting his fingers trace gentle patterns there. You looked over to his brothers, seeing that familiar glance you’d experienced the other day. They were so in-tuned to one another, always knowing what the other was up to at any one time.

“You’ll definitely get there, just don’t want you burning yourself out.”

You shook your head, taking off your sunglasses and placing them on top of your book. You moved your things off the edge and onto the grass, swinging your other leg over to both feet were in the pool.

Harry swiftly grabbed your waist, pulling you into the pool to join them all. You squealed a little, feeling like you were falling through the air. It wasn’t until you found Sam at your other side, righting you and you suddenly felt secure.

You realized how close they’d all become around you, feeling Sam’s breath fanning over your shoulder. Your eyes drifted up to see Tom sitting in front of the water feature, watching the three of you in front of him.

“Will you let us take care of you?” Sam whispered, lips coming down to press tiny kisses to your shoulder.

It caught you a little by surprise, feeling Harry’s hand drift under water to touch your lower back. His fingers played with the delicate ties on your bikini bottoms, knowing that any swift move could have them floating to the surface.

Tom waded through the water towards you, hand resting on the side of your neck. All of their attention on you was making it hard to think, your mind was spilling over at the thought.

“My brother asked you a question, be a good girl and answer him.” Tom’s accent whisked past your ears and made your heart rate pick up.

It was obvious Tom was the one in control here, everyone listened to his every word. There was an unspoken hierarchy here and now, and it was obvious you were at the very bottom. Where you dreamed of being.

“Of course I’ll let you.”

Tom led you towards the large house, he twins flanking either side of you. Your skin went cold as you walked under the shade of the peach trees, the sun disappearing for a moment. You all walked in silence, past the ladies preparing tonight’s dinner in the kitchen. You could hear Mr. and Mrs. Holland in the library, going through photo slides together.

You all managed to avoid that side of the house, knowing they’d be wise to all 4 of you moving together. You drifted up the sweeping staircase, knowing exactly where you were headed for. Your room had a king size bed in the middle of it, wire-framed for you to grip onto. The balcony faced the back, looking out over the orchard.

To see onto the balcony you had to stand in the third row of trees in the orchard, fourth tree along. A very specific spot that not many people knew of. The three boys knew, and so did you. So it made sense that they’d be waiting there when you had you morning coffee in the sun, seemingly forgetting you top.

The door was closed behind you all, leaving you all in silence. Aside from your labored breathing as it dawned on you what was just about to occur. Sam stepped behind you, fingers going to the knot of your bikini top.

“Do you mind?” He whispered, breath making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“Not at all.”

He gave a gentle tug at the top tie, and then the bottom. Once your chest was exposed, his two brothers studied you like artwork. Having their eyes on you should’ve made you nervous, instead it set off a heat inside of you. Sam brought his long fingers to your stomach, trailing them up to your breasts.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.”

He cupped both of your breasts, rolling your nipples in his fingers. Harry watched the way your eyes drifted shut, stepping forward to get in on what was happening. He brought his thumb to your lips, trailing the pad of it along your lower lip. You welcome the finger into your mouth, sucking gently as Sam touched you so gently.

Harry brought his free hand to your bottoms, making light work of the tie there. Once that piece of fabric had fallen, there was hushed gasps all around. There was no embarrassment in the air, only hushed moans and pleasure.

Harry’s fingers very gently touched your slit, feeling the wetness that didn’t come from the pool. You had done a very good job at keeping your cool exterior, it was hard to know you were leaking desire for them.

“Boys,” Tom spoke from beside them, he’d been watching patiently. “Lay her out for me.”

No questions asked, Harry hooked a hand under each of your thighs and walked you to the bed. He dipped you down, your back coming in contact with the soft duvet. Sam helped lay you out, you arms stretched up towards him. You coyly played with the strings on his trunks, wanting to see what hid beneath.

He chuckled at your cheeky action, stepping just out of reach to join his brothers. Harry unwrapped your legs from his waist, spreading them nice and open for their viewing pleasure. The three boys stood before you, casting their gazes down.

The drank in what was displayed to them, you dripping cunt glistening in the afternoon sun. Your breasts, scattered with goose-bumps from the change in atmosphere. Your beautiful skin completely exposed to them.

“Sam, she seemed eager to get you out of your clothes.” Tom’s voice brought everyone to attention. “Why don’t you see what she is made of.”

Sam happily obliged, stepping forward and tapping one of your hips, You sat up on the bed, sliding right to the edge so you were eye line with his lower-abdomen. You took in a deep breath, drawing in his scent. You wasted no time in undoing his shorts, pushing them to his thighs.

His length sprung free before you, eager for you to get your lips wrapped around it. You licked a fine stripe from the base to the tip and sunk it straight down your throat. This elicited a moan straight from the depths of Sam’s chest, his fingers grabbing onto your hair. You bobbed your head, fingers lifting his balls into your palm.

Your nose nuzzled into the patch of hair at the base, feeling him touching the back of your throat. As you hollowed your cheeks, you felt the way he rolled his hips for you. He couldn’t help but cry out a little as you came back up, lips now headed for his balls. You knew a thing or two about a thing or two, and you were determined to show him.

“Do you think you could keep both of my brothers happy at the same time?” Tom spoke up, you darting out from Sam’s side to confirm what he was saying.

Sam looked back over his shoulder at Harry who had a matching smirk. Harry stepped to you, undoing his shorts to drop them for you. Your left hand worked Sam’s length, mouth going straight to Harry’s newly exposed cock.

It was a little hard to keep up the multi-tasking, possibly due to the fact you were also leaking arousal onto the bed beneath you. The twins stood exposed before you and were giving you their undivided attention, your head swelled with excitement.

You pulled Harry out from your throat, swirling your tongue around his sensitive head. His hand also went to your hair, trying to get you as close as possible. You worked both of them in your hands, looking up to see them smiling down at you. You must’ve looked a sight, spit on your chin and a cock in each hand.

“Beautiful girl, don’t you think?” Sam spoke, hand grabbing one of your breasts.

“A good girl, too.” Harry agreed. “Tom, just you wait.”

You peeked between the twins, seeing Tom lent against the wall as he palmed himself through his bottoms. You could tell he was imaging about what he’d get to do to you. The way he’d take you, his brothers holding you down so you were as compliant for him as possible.

You swapped between each twin, sinking your mouth onto each one as you jerked off the other. Their moans sounded so lovely as they circled around the room. Both of them were tensing, ready to bust a load on you at any moment. You were so skilled with your hands and tongue.

You sped up the twist of your wrists, bringing their heads to your tongue and flicking between the two. They both tipped their heads back, almost in sync. You rocked your lower half slowly, feeling the rough edge of the duvet rub against your clit.

Sam removed your hand from him, stepping back to tug himself towards your face. Harry caught on shortly after, looking to do the same. You looked up with the biggest smile on your face, completely open and ready to be covered by the brothers.

As soon as you felt it hit your skin, you couldn’t help but let out a groan. One of your hands came to tease your clit a little, the overwhelming sense of arousal taking over. You felt the come spread across your cheeks and chin, dripping down your neck a little.

You did your best to lick up what you could, the twins watching you with dark eyes as you acted so vulgar. How could a girl so pretty also be so nasty. Tom passed you a t-shirt, letting you clean yourself up before he got to have his way with you.

He stepped to you, hand dipping down and cupping your cunt. You gasped a moan, grabbing onto his muscled arm. He smiled devilishly, letting his fingers pleasure you slowly as you bucked up towards him.

“Would you like me to fuck this little pussy?” He asked, lips nipping at the skin of your collarbone.

“I want nothing more.”

“Have you thought about it before?”

“Most nights, I touch myself thinking about you boys taking me in turns.”

“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m your dirty little girl.”

He chuckled and you heard it rumble up his body. He pushed you back, motioning for Sam to pull you further up the bed. Tom crawled between your legs, ridding himself of his shorts first.

His length was leaking, beads of precome dripping from the head and making your mouth water. He lined himself up with your entrance, spreading your arousal around. He collected some of it to run along his length, coating himself for you.

He slipped in so gently, one hand resting on your stomach to feel himself filling you up. He sat up on his knees, pulling your lower half up for the best angle. He pushed his hips once, listening to the way you reacted to the feeling. The cries of pleasure came spilling from your lips.

Tom grinned, bearing down and speeding his thrusts up. You breath caught in your throat, unable to form any kind of thought at the moment. Tom was driving right into that spot, making the wetness leak from you. You reached your hands above you, coming into contact with skin.

Sam appeared before you, leaning down to press kisses along your jaw. You grabbed his hair, pulling his lips to your own. He tasted like apricot juice, his tongue easily pushing past yours and exploring your mouth. You moaned for him, for his brother too.

Harry came to your other side, sitting beside you and placing one hand on your chest. He tugged at your nipple, rolling it in his fingers and enjoying the way you moved your chest to him. His other hand came between you and Tom, gently toying with your clit.

It was an overload of the senses, all three boys paying you this kindness and there was no way you’d be able to hold yourself together. They knew exactly what they were doing. Sam pulled back from your mouth and you could see their wicked smiles.

“I’m going to come, please don’t stop.”

Tom pushed forward, propping himself up on his hands and kicking his legs behind him. He laid on top of you, jack-hammering his hips into yours. The squeal you let out bounced off the walls and out the window, spreading across the orchard.

He filled you so perfectly, making your walls contract and squeeze around him. You longed to milk his cock, to feel him release inside of you. You wouldn’t have to wait long, the look on his face told you he was close.

You were egged on by the three men, whispering words of encouragement and pushing you towards your impending release. The tight coil in your stomach slowly started to unravel, the heat spreading across your whole body.

Your hands came up to grasp Tom’s shoulders, walls contracting tight and a loud moan slipping out of your mouth. You shuddered and jerked, the orgasm hitting you harder than ever before. Sam held your shoulders down and Harry your waist.

They kept you nice and still so Tom could finish himself, their cool hands feeling like heaven on your burning skin. Tom’s mouth dropped open, stuttering as his hips stilled and he let out a cry. You felt his seed spread inside of you, making you feel like you now belonged to him.

He pulled out slowly, watching the way you leaked the juices like a ripe peach. You lay there completely spent, coming down from the unimaginable high. Tom found that same shirt, cleaning himself up but ignoring the mixture of arousal at the meeting of your thighs.

He let it drip from you, reminding everyone in the room of just who was in charge around here. His fingers gently trailed up your thigh, gripping your hip and making you look into his eyes.

“That’s our good girl.”

#it's a sleepover #so i really went the fuck in #tom holland smut #tom holland headcanon #sam holland smut #sam holland headcanon #harry holland smut #harry holland headcanon

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hannahscreativethoughts · 6 years ago

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Do you remember me ? Chapter 3

There is no simple love stories. If its simple, its not love. If its love, it gets complicated.

Bucky x Reader

Summary: People who really love each other, will find a way to get back together. Even in the dark is a little light.

Warning: a huge time jump, maybe a little spoiler for cap 2, it is not the end. I wanna go further with this.

Word count: 2167

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

“Peggy Carter? Are you a relative of her?“, the nurse asked.

“Yes, you can say that. I’m a very good old friend of hers.“

“Okay, would you follow me, please.“, she said and walked down the hallway.

“Here is Mrs. Carters room.“, she said and knocked at the door.

“Mrs. Carter, a visiter for you.“, she said and opened the door.

“Who is it?“, Peggy asked.

“A good friend of yours.“, she answered and I slowly walked in the room.

“(Y/n), you came back.“, her smiled made me weak. So many years have passed and she still owned one of the most cheering up smiles I have ever seen.

“I let the two of you alone.“, the nurse said and walked to the door, “Call me when you need something.“, she added and walked out.

“I promised you, I will come back. Here I am.“, I placed the crutches next to her bad and sat down on the chair.

“It took you long enough.“, she chuckled soft.

“But what happened to your leg?“, she looked at my leg worried.

“I had a small accident back in the days. Don’t worry, I´ll be fine.“, I took her hand in mine.

“I always was worried about you. You are my sister.“, she joked. Still the same, nothing has changed over the years.

“Oh, Peg. You are right, sometimes I did stupid stuff.“, I smiled at her and she grabbed my hand.

“I still have it.“, her shaky hands made their way up to her neck, where she pulls out a necklace. It was the necklace I gave to her for her birthday. It was a sunflower, sunflowers are my favourite flowers and Peggy is also one of my favourite human beings on earth. “You still wear it?“, I asked with a smile and tears in my eyes.

“Everyday. I never stopped looking for you.“, she took the small sunflower in her hands and pressed it to her body, “I hoped that it maybe brings you back to me one day.“

“And here I am. I promised to you, I will always come back.“, a tear fell down my cheek, Peggy raised her hand and wiped the tear away.

“Like the birds in the summer.“, she said and pointed to her drawer.

“Look inside.“, I opened the drawer.

“You kept it, but I told you to destroy it, when I’m not coming back.“, I pulled out the file and looked at Peggy. She smiled at me and pointed at the sunflower again.

“I knew you would come back to me.“, she added soft and I smiled.

“Oh, Peggy. I missed you so much. I wish I could have been there.“, I started crying, but I was still smiling. I looked at her drawer, there were several of pictures of her and her children. I smiled even more, when I saw it. A picture of us two.

“Our first day as partners.“, I took the picture in my hand.

“(Y/n)“, she said and looked at me with wide eyes.

“Yes, Peggy?“, I took her hand in mine.

“You came back!“, her voice was full of hope and happiness.

“Yes, I promised you.“, I tried to sound normal, but I could hear my voice breaking. It was hard to see someone you love so much, falling apart like this. I would do anything, just to go on the field with her for one more time, to go dancing with her, just one last time.

I stayed by her side a little bit longer, “I have to go, Peg.“

“Where are you going?“, she grabbed my hand.

“Back in the dark. I will come back, I promise!“, and with that I stood up, grabbed my crutches and pulled the hood over my head.

“Don't make me wait this long again.“, she smiled at me.

“I promise, I wont“, I walked out of the room and in this moment a man walked past me. I hided my face behind the hood, but I couldn’t resist and looked back at him. He looked also back at me. My eyes widened as I saw him. I looked directly into Steve Rogers eyes.

He had a serious impression on his face, but somehow he looked relieved too.

I just did the only thing that was in my mind, I smiled. I still looked at him, he needed a second, but he smiled back at me.

“Sir, I found her.“, someone walked past me, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Get her.“, the voice in his earpiece said.

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Hush little baby don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

I heard someone singing a song, I know this song. I tried to open my eyes, but the light was bright and I had a bad headache.

And if that mockingbird won't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

Where do I know this song from? “Ahhhhhhh“, I screamed. There was this burning pain again.

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass

The man was still singing. The voice came closer and the pain got even worse. But suddenly I only heard the voice and the rest turned black.

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,

Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull fall down,

You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

I opened my eyes and my head was empty, I forgot everything, my name, my past, my life. Everything, there was just emptiness. I was like an empty shell, with the urge of killing. I sat there and awaited my mission.

“Soldier, what is your name?“, the man asked.

“White owl.“, the man in front of me smirked.

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“You know me!“, Steve yelled at his friend in front of him.

“No, I don’t. I don’t know you!“, Bucky hit Steve, but Steve didn’t fought back, he dropped his shield out of the Helicarrier.

“You are James Buchanan Barnes, my best friend. I know you my whole life.“, Bucky hit Steve again and he fell to the ground.

“SHUT UP!“, Bucky screamed and punches Steve.

“You are my mission!“, Bucky said.

“Then finish it. I’m with you pal till the end of the line.“, Steve said.

“You are my mission.“, he repeated, but didn’t punched Steve again.

“And you are my mission.“, I yelled and started shooting at the both, Bucky could catch the bullet with his metal arm before it could hit someone. Bucky rolled over and took a closer look. Steve pushed himself up. I was still shooting at Bucky, but he warded every bullet.

“(Y/n)! STOP IT! “, Steve yelled, but I didn’t cared. I looked at him and shot. For my surprise, Bucky catches the bullet before it could hit Steve. But I knew that he would do that, because thats why I had to eliminate him. He started to remember and that was something that we couldn’t let happen.

“I don’t know who this woman is.“, I yelled again.

“Yes, you do. You know him and you know me!“, he yelled again and looked at Bucky. He was staring in my covered face. In his face you could see how he tried to remember who was behind this mask. I shot again at them, Bucky catched the bullet again.

“No.“, I walked closer to them, so close that the gun was only inches away from their faces, “I don’t know. I’m just a soldier, nothing more.“, I tried to sound strong. I looked at the both and I knew their faces, I knew them. I knew them so well. I knew his face so well, his eyes, his smile. I knew him, I remembered.

Then before anybody could say anything else, the bottom of the Helicarrier broke and I fell down into the river. Before I hit the water I went unconscious.

Suddenly I felt someone carrying me out of the river and laid me down on the shore. The mask over my face got removed, I opened my eyes, but I was to weak to hold them complete open. I saw a figure with black hair looking at me, I tried to see who it was, but I couldn’t. Then everything went silence and it felt like I was falling into a dark whole. ______________________________________________________________________

I heard voices talking around me, but I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. It felt like someone put some cotton wool in my ears. My mouth was try and I had a weird plastic taste in my mouth. After a short moment the I started to hear better, the hollow feeling I had in my ears started to disappear. My eyes slowly went open and I tried to rub them, but I couldn’t. I was tied up on my arms and my leg. The panic inside of me started to boil, I looked around the room. I found Steve sitting next to the bed in a wheelchair and tall man with dark skin standing behind him.

“What did I do?“, I asked concerned.

“Enough.“, the man behind Steve answered with a serious tone.

“Sam“, Steve said sharp.

“I'm sorry.“, it came out more like a whisper. I closed my eyes and a tear fell down my cheek. Stave and the man, who was obviously called Sam, looked at each other. Sam then walked out the room.

“Stop punishing yourself. It wasn’t you that did all this stuff.“, he said and untied my left hand.

“I forgive you.“, Sam walked back in the room, with some crutches and something to wear.

“You have about 3 minutes to get the hell outta here.“

“Why are you doing that?“

“Everybody deserves a second chance.“, Steve placed his hand

“We close our eyes and we open them, you are away.“, they did like they said.

“Wow, she is fast. How can someone be this fast with only one leg?“, Sam said astonished.

“I don’t know.“, Steve said with a smile. __________________________________________________________

Bucky walked inside the museum and stopped in front of his picture. He started reading what was written about him. His brain worked and you could see in his face, how he started to remember. As he read the words ‘Steven Rogers best friend’, you could see a little smile on his face.

“They tell, that he had a girl waiting for him. Every time he went out for a mission, the girl waited and hoped for him to turn back. He promised every time that he will return and he did. He returned every time.”, he raised his head and looked at the woman who stood next to him. She wore a red hoddie. She was walking on crutches, it looked like she only had one leg. Her face was hidden behind the hood.

“But one day it wasn’t him who went away. It was the girl who had to go. She promised him, that she will return to him. But-“

“She never came back.”, Bucky finished the sentence for the woman. He looked at her for a couple of seconds, he than turned his body in her direction.

“(Y/n)”, his voice was soft and sweet. It melted in her ears.

He remembers her. He started to remember every little detail about her. His heart started to beat faster, his head started to spin. He felt it, he still felt it. He still loves her. He never stopped.

The woman turned her head, “Yes, James.”

“It is really you.“, he looked deep into my eyes. The laugh warmed his heart, the smile she had on her face took his breath away. He remembered how he fell in love with her the first time, it felt the same at the moment. He could forget everything bad that happened in his past for a second. He looked at her and was happy.

I chuckled and a tear fell down my cheek, he wiped it away, “Yes.“

“I'm so sorry.“, I started crying. “I wasn’t myself up there.“, I sobbed.

“I don’t expect that you forgive me. I fucked up and destroyed us. I could have saved you, but I wasn’t. I-“, he cuts me off by kissing me, I was surprised, but then I leaned in the kiss. “I forgive you.“, his lips were still only inches away from mine. He kissed me again, this time I smiled in the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss and pulled a lose strand of hair behind my ear. He cupped my cheeks with his hands.

“Come with me. Lets run together.“, his face was full of hope. I looked in his eyes and I saw hope. And all I could think was that I needed him, I needed his arms around me and his voice in my ears. I could be happy again, but only with him.

“I follow you wherever you go.“

@slender--spirit

#Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #chris evans #captain america #captain america x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #james barnes #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #The Avengers

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lucislilangel-blog · 7 years ago

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Family reunions suck

(Gif not mine)

A/N: Yay thanksgiving is here! Its time to eat til you are about to burst and be grateful for everything😊 But anyway im just going to leave this Fanfic here hope you enjoy it and your thanksgiving! 😀😊

Pairings: None maybe some Dean x reader

Warnings: Nothing really it just gets awkward and maybe some Fluff

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Castiel

Summary: Being a hunter doesn’t really give you much liberty on doing anything especially having Special bonds or ties to non-hunter people especially knowing the Winchesters. When it came to family you didn’t want them in danger so you didn’t get with them a lot. But what will happen when you are forced to go.

Y/H/C = your home town or city (Didn’t want to just put a random state makes it more fun \__( ’-’)__/)

It was a casual day at the bunker and you were just looking for a case as usual when you received a call from your mom. You just stared at your phone as it rang and tried to remember what day it was, oh no no no nopety nope. You knew why she was calling you and the thought of it scared the hell out of you.

It was going to be thanksgiving soon and your parents always want you to come but you end up making up excuses to not go, they have always tried convincing you to go or for you to host it. But it wasn’t an ideal place for you to go everyone always asking about your job which of coarse you can’t tell them about or about you having a boyfriend it was just a lot of stresses.

Hosting Thanksgiving had its own set of stresses of course its the people asking about your job or if you have a boyfriend but you lived in a men of letters bunker not very ideal and besides how could you tell your parents and family that you live with three men and you aren’t dating anyone. As you were staring at the phone and decided to ignore it and got back to looking at cases Dean came into the library and said “you gonna answer it or” you looked up at him and said “like hell I would”.

He only rolled his eyes as he grabbed your phone to check who it was and finally sighed and looked up to you “ Its your mom shouldn’t you answer it” with your eyes still glued on the laptop screen you replied “Not today I’m not” Dean just put your phone down and sat right across from you to look for some more cases too.

After ten minutes of your phone ringing Dean had enough of it and said “you know you have to answer it sometime” you only shrugged with your eyes on the laptop. Dean stretched his arm across the table to grab you phone so you only said “what are you doing” “ well if your not going to answer the phone then I will” without hesitation he clicked answer and you only screamed a short “No!” Before she answered.

You shook your head at Dean as he said “Hello” as Dean looked at you you had a face of pure horror “No, yes you have the right number” now it was Deans turn to have a face of horror and utter panic. You only mouthed the words “You idiot” as he continued to talk “my name is Dean” he looked at you and mouthed “what the hell am I supposed to do” both of you still panicking he said “Oh okay” and hung up.

“Dean, what the hell!?” Were the only words that came put of your mouth, he had blown your cover all he said in a very panicking tone “She says she wants us at dinner for thanksgiving” “What no! Damn it” “W-w-what are we supposed to do she thinks we are dating” he stuttered “What have you done” was all you replied. Just then Sam came in and said “Hey I found a case in Y/H/C” Sam was surprised when you screamed out “No! Chuck what have I done to you to deserve this!” As you fell back to your chair with defeat.

Soon after that you were in the back seat of Baby next to Cas and looking at the rain pouring outside of you window. Your thoughts started racing you were going to stay at you parents house with Sam, Dean, and Cas. You started coming up with ideas of what to say over the phone you said “Can i stay at the house with three of my friends” didn’t say any specific details.

A voice forced you out of your thoughts “You need to stop overthinking this” cas said “You need to stop reading my mind” was all you said not even looking at the angel. “I would but your thoughts are so loud to me right now i can’t even ignore them anymore”. After that you didn’t say a word until you got to your parents house around midnight.

Dean parked Baby in the driveway and looked back at you “You ready” “Nope” you stared at the house and took a deep breath as you said “Okay fine” you got to the door step and hesitantly rung the doorbell with Sam, Dean and Cas behind you.

The door opened and without any warnings your siblings where all over you. “Huh I’ve missed you guys too” you said hugging them back as the guys stood behind you.

You took a step inside and motioned them to come inside as you dragged your siblings with you and your parents were making their way towards you “Im home!” you said as you hugged both of your parents “we started to think you weren’t going to come”

You laughed nervously “Yeah well i just really missed you” “Well enough about us who are these handsome three men?” your mom asked you “Oh this is Sam, Dean and Castiel” you said pointing at them. “Dean its nice to meet you” your mom said enthusiastically “Oh no mom we are not dating” you explained as Dean just whispered in your ear “You know we didn’t have to tell her that” with a wink.

They each took turns saying hello and your parents led you towards the rooms you were staying at. There were two large beds probably queens and there was a small sofa and a few paintings not much but it looked nicer than any hotel you guys spent at.

“I hope you all four of you wont mind sleeping in here the other room is for your grandma and grandpa” “No its okay we are a used to it”. It was going to be at least a week to get done with the case and finish with thanksgiving dinner so you prepared to leave as soon as you could.

After unpacking you spent the time with research in the room and talking with your family, your little sister that was a few years younger than you said “Are you sure you aren’t dating anyone because the guy in the leather jacket Dean was it? Is just staring at you and i would like to show him to my room if you know what i mean” you didn’t know what was up with people telling you thins but at this point you didn’t care and said “Yeah sure go for it” you had to admit it hurt you a little but it was your sister you didn’t want to get in the way of anything.

After a few hours of talking you decided to go to sleep Sam got his own bed, you asked Cas would sleep on the couch and Dean would probably sleep with you. You didn’t think much of it you would always switch positions with the three of them so it was pretty normal “Alright guys im gonna go to sleep”.

As soon as your head hit the pillow you were pretty much dead asleep. You woke up to a heavy sensation on your chest, you slowly opened your eyes and adjusted them to the darkness and saw Dean holing on to your waist with half of his body on you. Looking over to Cas you found him unexpectedly passed out with his tie loose and Sam was dead asleep. You couldn’t do much so you decided to go back to sleep.

The next day you went to check out the body with Cas and concluded it was a werewolf while Sam and Dean talked to the locals. You were driving back and met the guys back at the house. “Where were you this morning?” your mom asked as she walked in the room your eyes still glued to the laptop you just said “I went to show the guys around the city” right now they were making a beer run and trying to track down the werewolf. It was a long day but night finally came and all of you went to sleep.

For the next few days you woke up in the middle of the night with the older Winchester clinged on to you and one day whispering something you couldn’t make out. You always tried to get out of his grasp but always failed.

On the night before Thanksgiving Cas woke you up “Y/N we found the werewolf today is the last night they are going to turn” you just sighed as you got up. The boys were already ready so you just changed and got your gun with silver bullets.

It was a cold night as you walked through the woods with your gun held closely to your chest. Crunch! You spun around to face the once human wolf staring at you with drool dripping down his neck, he pounced on you digging his claws into your arms and holding you down as he tried taking a bite out of your chest with you struggling.

Fortunately Dean saw you and shot the werewolf before someone died. “Y/N are you okay?” he said rushing towards you “Yeah im fine just a few scratches” you looked at your arms and there was blood running down both of them. With the gunshot Sam and Cas came running and all of you went home.

You slowly opened the door and started making your way towards the room. As soon as you got in the room you got dressed and tried to clean up the claw marks.

After 5-6 hours of sleep you were woken up by the sound of giggling and once again the large weight on your chest and stomach. Goddammit my cousins are here you thought to yourself as you opened your eyes to see Cas and Sam still sleeping. Your cousins were always very girly and would be the type to giggle at you and one of your male friends sleeping in one bed. Your eyes shifted towards the clock as it read 9:00 am ‘everyone is probably here’ you also thought to yourself trying to get out of Deans grasp.

You only managed to get a groan as he Hugged you tighter. It took you a while but you finally got out of bed and Dean just rolled around. You got dressed and prepared yourself for all of the judging while checking your bandages. “Hey cas wake up” you said to the angel and almost immediately he woke up “Hey wake up we gotta get you ready” by 'get ready’ you just meant fix your hair and your tie then proceeded to wake up Sam and then Dean.

It had to be at least 40 minutes before you came out of the room. As you walked into your kitchen you could see your grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews etc. “Looks like you have a big family” sam said jokingly. You greeted everyone and they all asked about your job and if your dating etc but soon it was time for dinner. As all of you sat around the dinner table it was time to give thanks.

All of your family took a turn then it was your turn at first their was a long pause then you finally spoke up “Well, im thankful for my friends and family and the fact im still alive” after you your family insisted that your friends went. Sam said he was thankful for his friends and family as well and that he has a home and food, Cas so went and he was thankful for a place to call home and family and finally it was Deans turn at first he didn’t want to say but he ended up saying Family and that he was fortunate enough to meet you and Cas.

After that you got through the dinner without any problems, you were staying over night and would leave early tomorrow. Everyone got settled and the four of you went to your room the boys fell asleep before you and you just stayed up and decided to go to your roof. It had been a really long time since you had been up there but it didn’t discourage you.

The stars always seemed so beautiful to you they were the light to guide people in the dark. You were up there for about thirty minutes before you felt someone come up there with you. Surprisingly it was Dean “looks like you have quite a place up here” he said sitting down next to you still staring at the sky you said “Yeah” with a chuckle.

You spent some time up there with Dean until you fell asleep. You woke up to the sun rising and both you and Dean close together you couldn’t imagine a better way to wake up.

Ps: sorry this one was incredibly long but have a great day anyways :)

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celestialmarkiplier · 7 years ago

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Just a Nightmare (Jack/Anti)

A/N: THIS IS GONNA BE A BAD ATTEMPT AT SPOOKY, IM SORRY SDFYGUHNJ

Requested? Yes! Anon requested: Hello there! Can I request a really dark story with Anti and Jack? Angst, gore, (psycho-)horror, dread and graphic, bloody descriptions? (Sorry, I'm a sadistic sucker for horror stuff and psycho games hehe)Maybe it starts out with a repeating nightmare which gets bloodier and more detailed every time. Then, specific things from the dream happen irl (like a sound he recognizes), which is foreshadowing to Anti who kidnaps him one night and takes sadistic pleasure in torture? (I just realized I sound pretty weird and crazy myself... I swear I’m normal lol). BUT ALSO don’t let me tell you what to write if you already have a better idea in mind!

Pairing: not an actual pairing, Anti and Jack are the stars of this one. (not romantic) ALSO, BONNIE. IS. HIS. FRIEND. THEY ARE IN NO WAY A ROMANTIC COUPLE, BONNIE DOES NOT LIKE JACK IN *THAT* WAY, HONESTLY I IMAGINE HER AS BEING ASEXUAL T B H

Warnings: angst, gore, blood, psychotic tendencies, graphic violence, cursing, things of that nature. readers, im warning you now. (it probably wont be that spooky actually bc im not spooky so im sorry anon who requested this i tried)

“When will you ever learn, Jack…” A voice taunts from behind the chair Jack had been strapped to for God knows how long. He was blindfolded, gagged, and had a rope tied around his arms, legs, and around his neck then looped through the back of the chair like a leash so that his head would stay up. The man- no, the thing- had faux sympathy laced through its words that Jack could see right through. Anyone could hear the sick undertones held in the voice; the bitch was enjoying every second of this.

“You can’t run, you can’t hide. You’re my little pet until I say otherwise!” Jack jumped at the barbaric and angry shout the last words came out as. “And the best part is, you won’t even tell anyone about it. You know what will happen if you do.” There was a long sigh from in front of Jack before the blindfold was forcefully ripped away from his face, making Jack wince at the sudden amount of light flooding in his senses. It might have been dim in the room, but it was still enough light to leave him blinking rapidly to try and focus.

Once his eyes finally focused he gasped involuntarily. The thing in front of him wasn’t actually a thing at all- it was Jack himself.

Jack woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up in his bed and looking around. Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead to his jaw and finally dropped down onto the hollow area above his collarbone. He sighed, that was the third time he had woken up tonight alone.

Jack had these nightmares regularly. They were always the same, he gets kidnapped, thrown into a dim room, restrained, and always ends up finding out the villain is a twisted version of himself. The villain, who he chooses to call AntiJack (anti for short), looks exactly like him; well, other than the huge gash across his throat and the glitches that radiate from his body. Jack never gets a break from this entity in his dreams, it's a constant nightmare he has once, twice, maybe even three times a night. He’s tried everything, even going to a therapist, but the nightmares won't stop. It was something Jack was convinced was just in his head. That is, until one day when his best friend Bonnie came over.

“Jack?” Bonnie had questioned from her place standing by the door to Jack’s bedroom. They had been playing video games all day and Bonnie had left to get more snacks. Jack grunted in response, being far too lazy to actually put in the effort to say anything more.

“Why was this in your kitchen? Are you really that kinky?” She half jokes, Jack furrowed his eyebrows and looked up, eyes widening when he saw what she held in her hand. It was a gag. Not just any gag, though. It was the ball gag Anti had used in the nightmare Jack had been having; the same ball gag the demonic man had used to restrain Jack and leave him helpless against his torture.

“W-Where did you find that?” Jack stuttered out, face probably much paler than usual.

Bonnie just smirked, oblivious. “It was literally laying on the kitchen table, how could you not remember to put these things back up? You knew I was coming over, I don’t need to know about your sex life, Mr. Grey.” She chuckles and lays the gag on his dresser, hopping on the bed and only noticing how pale her best friend was once she had sat down. It was her turn to furrow her brow, “Are you okay, greenbean?”

Jack couldn’t speak for a couple seconds, just stared at the ball gag wordlessly. He almost told his friend about the gag not being his, however he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sure, she knew about his nightmares, she had been the one to sleep with him when he refused to be alone the first couple nights he had them, but something told him it would be a bad idea to speak about this. He didn’t want to worry his best friend anymore than she already was. Besides, the demonic thing had warned him that he would regret it if he told anyone. So he can’t.

“Uh, you know, just embarrassed at the fact that my best friend found out about one of my kinks.” Jack forces himself to chuckle and Bonnie seems to believe him, carrying on the conversation by saying something about changing his name in her phone to Christian Grey before they fell silent, Bonnie being emerged into the world of videogames and Jack being emerged into the world of his thoughts.

Bonnie had decided to stay the night. Usually Jack would be fine with this, however the ball gag that was sitting in the bottom drawer of his bedside table (he couldn't get rid of it without Bonnie asking questions) was still taunting him. Jack was only brought out of his thoughts about the gag when Bonnie crawled into bed beside him.

She smiled slightly cuddling into her pillow and brushing her hair out of her face before she asked, “You doing okay? Need me to cuddle with you tonight?”

Jack couldn’t help but smile, despite his mood. Bonnie had been his best friend since fifth grade. She had always been understanding of everything he told her, and in return he had done the same. He was glad she understood his situation. She never asked him to talk about it, only let him cuddle her (or vice versa) if he needed it and assured him everything was going to be okay. The next morning, she would always ask him once if he wanted to talk, and if he said no she would leave it at that. They would carry on with their day as normal afterwards.

So, with Jack’s arm wrapped tightly around his friend’s waist, he fell into unconsciousness and hoped his dreams would be better tonight.

It’s morning. Jack feels like he hasn’t slept a wink as his eyes flutter open. Bonnie is no longer beside him and he grows worried as his eyes flutter open, realizing he is on a hard floor instead of in his own bed. He groans, sitting up and looking around the area. Turns out it's not morning, the lights in the room are just incredibly bright. Where did Bonnie go? Where is he?

Suddenly there’s a static noise surrounding him. It starts by coming from the right side of the room- no, the left- no! He can’t even tell where it came from now, all he knows is that it's feeling his senses and he has no choice but to put his hands over his ears and get back down on the floor, the noise is too much for him to handle and-

And suddenly, it stops. Leaving him with a distinct ringing in his ears. He sits up again, furrowing his eyebrows and trying to make sense of this. Then suddenly, things click into place and his eye widen. This is another dream.

Almost as soon as he realizes this there is a glitchy laugh from the corner of the room, a figure coming up behind him and kicking him between his shoulder blades, holding him down and applying pressure on his back.

“Poor, poor boy.” The familiar voice starts, pushing down hard enough to make Jack wince. “You thought you were safe,”

“Wh-what do you want?” Jack whimpers, “Why are you doing this?”

The entity laughs again, the sound scratching at Jack’s ear drums and making him wince harder.

“Isn’t it obvious? You see, Jack, it’s simple. You made my life hell, so I’m returning the favor.”

With that, Jack feels a scorching pain down his spine, making him scream in agony. The pain continues, going from the start of his spine all the way to his tailbone and he’s pretty sure he's bleeding if the wet feeling on his back is any indication. Eventually he can’t take the pain anymore, and blacks out…

“...Jack?”

“..Jack! Wake up!”

“JACK!”

Jack is woken up by a sharp push on his chest. He groans in response and grips the hand tightly, opening his eyes and starting blearily at the woman in front of him. Bonnie.

“What happened? You were groaning in your sleep, are you okay?” She looks so worried, Jack feels bad for ruining her sleep. “God, you’re burning up. Here, let’s get you into some clean clothes because these are drenched.” She was right, his current clothes are absolutely soaked with sweat. He nods, trying to stand. He gets a total of two steps away from the bed before he yelps, a stinging pain going up his spine. Bonnie rushes over with clean clothes, helping him into the bathroom. She wipes his arms and face off with a clean washcloth before he tells her he’s okay and she leaves the room to let him get dressed. He dresses in the t shirt and shorts, staring in the mirror for a little while before raising his shirt up and turning around, letting himelf look at his back.

He immediately regrets his decision to look at his back. There’s a new scar, red and very prominent, running down his spine. His whole back is covered in bruises and he’s now a shaking mess. How did this happen? This isn't even possible, he’s going crazy. He has to be. This is not normal. Suddenly, the door is opened and in comes Bonnie, stopping as soon as she sees his back and holding a hand to her mouth.

“Oh my God. Jack, what the hell happened?! How did you not tell me about this?” His friend looked like she wanted to help, but didnt know how. He stared at the mark a second longer before he bursted into tears, right there in front of his best friend. Against his better judgment, he told her everything. He told her about Anti, about what happens in his nightmares, about the torture, everything. His face is buried in her neck whenever he feels her start to shake, the shaking gets more chaotic and finally, he has to look up. She’s laughing.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Her voice shifts from her normal, soft tone to one with more roughness. “I told you not to tell anyone…” Suddenly, the environment around him shifts and glitches, and he’s in the dark basement agan, with Bonnie standing in front of him. Only, it's not Bonnie. It's a demonic form of his best friend that has jet black eyes and a cut across her throat. He gulps, sweating bullets and ignoring the dull pain in his back.

“Anti,” he whispers, getting a smirk from ‘Bonnie’ before she glitches away and is replaced with a very twisted demon entity holding a sharp knife.

The demon comes in closer, crouching down in front of Jack and pulling the gag from his pocket. He ties it around Jack’s mouth and tsks before standing back up, trailing his knife down his arm.

“You should have just listened to me.”

(A/N: I TRIED SO HARD O M G IM SORRY RIP AHAH)(also i put x reader in the tags bc its my usual tags, so yes its not an x reader thing but oh well)

#THIS IS SUCH A FAIL AT BEING SPOOKY GBFHJDKJSKD #jacksepticeye x reader #antisepticeye x reader #anti x reader #celestialmarkiplier

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sunflowrah · 7 years ago

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Finally got this done! :D

((Pretty much a rough draft, I'm open to criticism not insults but thanks for having a read on my lil bunny boi! If you have questions throw them out to me)) Bio: Full Name: Isaac Ore Age: 25 y/o

Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Body Type: Small figure, has a muscular build on upper chest, shoulders and legs Weight: 170 lbs Height: 6’1

Hair Color: Light Purple ((originally dark brown))

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Tone: Nutmeg

Date of Birth: March 22 Place of Birth: Aspen, Colorado Species: Human Language: English Ethnicity/Race: Dominican

Weapons: Two double bladed axe. Purple Handles

Extras: Isaac obviously loves the color purple. Wears his uniform from working at an amusement park. Isaac’s adopted. Lost his family at a young age. Has a habit of biting and licking his lips alot.

Personality: Due to being raised in a home that demands a young man to be presentable and respectful, Isaac has a calming aura, he’s comfortable in his body, poise and well mannered. Though under all of his proper manner, he has extreme narcissistic behavior along with long string of anger issues. He grows impatient when things slowly stop going his way. Once taken to a certain point he will explode from anger, and start acting out irrationally. He’s very open to talk to new people only to dissect their personalities, it’s only after that he’ll determine whether they’re his next victim or a possible ally. He’s sadistic and finds great amounts of pleasure when he tortures and kills his victims. He has no specific pattern other than to pick off those who seem weak to fill his ever growing superiority and ego.

Voice: Stefano Valentini ((Evil Within 2)

Backstory:

-Due to Isaac’s bio being so long I’m giving a very short summary and it will be explained fully in a comic that will soon be released!-

Isaac was born in Aspen, Colorado to a very young couple that had recently made the trip from the Dominican Republic. At the age of one however, his parents could no longer take care of him. Being very young at the time and wanting a better life for their son, they sent him to an orphanage. Isaac wasn’t there all that long, his adorable features manage to get him to a new home. A very wealthy couple adopted him and took him home. Though they only adopted Isaac for the sake of appearances, not only to look as though they helped a child in need but to prove that they would suitable parents. But behind closed doors, they didn’t pay much attention to Isaac, and demanded that he was raised to be a gentleman by the maids. The maids didn’t show him much affection either. He grew up without love and a firm hand.

As Isaac grew older he grew a sadistic and egotistical personality. Constantly working his looks and mannerisms taught to him, while taking out any anger and boredom on the little woodland creatures that lived on his 3 acre home. Isaac dealt with many deep seated anger issues mainly caused from lack of loving attention from his parents and the constant bullying he experienced in school for his appearance and his sexuality. Isaac was very proud of being who he was despite his parents and peers not approving of it. Causing people to outcast him.

The only form of contact he had with his parents, happened when they confronted him about getting a job. He obliged knowing he had no choice. He worked as an amusement park mascot for a few years, slowing hating it, only staying along to enjoy the costume he grew so attached to. While on breaks he would take his time to tease any birds or squirrels that wandered into the park for food. He began to take out his stress on them by entisting them with food and killing them once they got close.

Once afternoon on the other hand, a fellow student took notice to Isaac killing an animal when wandering about on their own. He called Isaac out, and Isaac being in the middle of an aggressive episode, Isaac threatened the student to walk away or he would be the one dead. The student taking notice to the small pile of animal corpses tucked away, he vomited and told Isaac he was going to rat him out. Isaac, obviously upset by this, he smiled and talked the kid down and out it, coming off as nice and telling him he wasn’t really killing them, just was in charge of taking out any dead animals away so little ones wouldn’t see it. The child being so naive listened to Isaac’s smooth speech patterns and agreed. Isaac walked up closer and then attacked the student. Out of fear of being caught, out of fear of being fired and also to get the frustration and anger out that the other student had caused him. He began to be the child’s head in with a stick. Each blow he grew angrier and angrier. Until he was unrecognizable he stopped. Isaac sat and stare at the corpse. He smiled and felt his stress fall away. This was much better than killing animals. He got a high off of it. He then began to drag the child away. Disposing his body in an abandoned employees only shack. Isaac took off his old uniform and pulled out a new one he had tucked away. He placed his old uniform under the floorboards then went on with his day like no other. Isaac kept up with his murderous process for years after the amusement park shut down and he had moved out of his parents home. He lived on his own and dawned the same outfit despite how tattered it was getting and wore in when he was killing another victim. He loved feeling that he was in power. After all the bullying and torment he had faced so long ago. Though he normally went after those who were weaker.

-sorry this is so jumbled and jumped all over the place! I kept wanting to make it shorter and shorter but you get the ideas hopefully of his bio! I plan on creating a full comic explaining his life and getting all the missing details into the light-

Reasons for killing: He gets a pleasure out of killing and mostly does it for sport. He attacks those who are deemed emotionally, mentally and physically weak. He’s turning himself into the bully and making him feel like he’s in power and not them.

Relationships:

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((Friend)) Annie Walker ((owned by )): He finds her personality intriguing. He feels as though he could get along with her due to her cold nature and blunt manners of speech. He gives her a great deal of respect and slightly fears that she could over power him, if she would ever attack. So he’s mostly meant to be that little bug in her ear and willing to get her caught up in anything murderous as possible. He loves getting her into killing sprees and small chit chat about each other features.

((Parents)) Rebecca and Fredrick Ore: Isaac’s adopted and cold parents. He has never cared for these people, and never really talked to them unless it involved his work or income. He cut all ties with them after moving out and has no further plans on seeing them again. Even if he had the advantage to kill them, he will not waste his strength on already forgetful people

Extras:

-Isaac has two beauty marks. One on his upper left cheek and under his lip

- He does have ‘buck teeth” which gave him the name of rabbit, bunny boy and beaver by his peers

- Yes Isaac was originally based on Bonnie from FNAF since he was meant to be an AU but I ended up pulling him out of it and making him into something new.

-There’s more to Isaac, alot more since I’ve had him for a few years now. But you can ask questions if you’d like!

I want to be very clear this is all fiction so dont take it completely too seriously. I’m open to critique tho! I’m not gonna push that away but if you come off as rude and demanding I change things or insulting my work, then I wont pay as much attention to you.

#myart #isaac #horror oc #creepypasta oc

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insertparadise · 7 years ago

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GOT imagine

So this is my first imagine ever. its going to be a mafia AU. the reader is a lion of the lannister family. sorry if it sucks too i wrote this one night at around three in the morning lol. this is also gonna be in parts. Feed back would be nice on if i should keep this up but who knows. I’m rambling sorry. i don’t really know how to do this lol. well let me get to the story.

the only thing you wont be able to use is hair because i’m having the reader have dark hair because shes going to be Roberts true daughter so shes a stag/lion. she has the looks of a stag but the personality/ mentality of a lion.

some warnings are that there is swearing, drinking and very light smut. like making out nothing big. I do not condone drinking and driving.

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I tied my hair up into a loose ponytail and threw my black jacket on. I grabbed my phone, shoving it into my back pocket and grabbing my wallet off the dresser. Checking to make sure my fake I.D. is in it as I head out of my bedroom. I reach the end of the hallway coming across dad on the couch with a bottle in hand and my mother talking to my uncle about business. It was 11 pm and I had plans with a close friend. she said she's going to take me to a popular club south of the city called Winterfell. I knew I couldn’t go to my family’s which is called kings-landing which is in the middle of the city. i couldn’t go to my family because i knew everyone would just snitch on me to my mother and shit saying i was drinking and causing a mess, which wouldn’t be true. no one liked to involve my dad because he was either too drunk to do anything or his stupidity will get the best of him. Don’t get me wrong i loved him for the simple fact hes my dad but also because I can go to him for anything.

i walk out of the front door yelling a be home later and a two finger salute to my dad as he raised his beer to me. suddenly a hey reaches my ears and i turn to see my younger brother Joffrey with two of his friends i think they’re from his school. not too sure. “and where do you think you’re going at this time of night. sister”. he gives me a sickening sneer and i roll my eyes walking down the porch steps as my friend pulled up “fuck off you bastard” he simply grumbles something that makes his friends laugh and i cross the yard getting into the passenger seat. That’s the one big family secret I know about is that my moms been messing around with my uncle. From that came my three siblings but everyone ignores it. Either too stupid to notice or scared to question it. (F/N) turns to me “what’s with the mood?” i roll the window down lighting the cigarette she had handed me “Dad’s already drunk, uncles over, and joffrey’s a bitch.” she let out a laugh “well whats new about all that” sometimes she just pisses me off with what she says. she can be almost as snarky as Joffrey. Almost. she rolled her eyes “come on (Y/N). Lighten up would you. we’re about to go clubbing and maybe you’ll meet someone. you brought your I.D. right?”

I let out a laugh “when do i not have it. Question is. Do you have yours? Remember last time they kicked us both out at the door when we tried cause you tried to say you where my twin since you didn’t have yours.” she laughed “hey I thought it might’ve worked, what with your dark brown hair and my almost black.” I chuckled taking a drag of my cigarette reveling in the feeling of the smoke entering my lungs. “So how did you even hear about this club? and how far is it?” she looked at her GPS “my brother was talking about it and I figured hey why not, i mean not much happens around us greyjoys. Plus i think he said his friends work there or something like that.” I let out a snort “you remember what happened last time we listened to Theon? we went to an abandoned warehouse with him and he said he wouldn’t ditch us, then thirty minutes in cops raided and he ditched us? my mom still isn’t over having to pick us up at three in the morning cause you couldn’t get away in-time and i could’ve but I decided to fight one of the cops to try and give you a chance because he was being too rough.”

She gave me a sheepish smile “which i still love you for. And your mom loves me. as long as my family keeps giving yours money, why wouldn’t she come? she should with how much we give you guys” I turned to her with a glare and sneered at her “watch what you say” she shied away “right...sorry” i gave her a last look and turned to the window flicking my cigarette out. she said we’d be there in twenty minutes and after that we drove in silence listening to the radio. as we pulled in and she parked at the back of the parking lot I got out. the air feeling chillier here “right. like this isn’t sketchy. i’m gonna kill your brother and then you for having us listen to him again.” she simply laughed and grabbed some heels from the back seat switching her flip flops for them. “yeah yeah. lets go” i tightened my ponytail slightly and we started walking to the doors. we reached the line and it wasn’t too long before since the night was just starting but as we started nearing the front from the corner of my eye i saw Theon and two other guys. Both handsome but the red headed one caught my eye the most. He had striking eyes as well but when (F/N) saw who i was looking at she seemed to kind of hide behind the man in front of us as he gave us a weird look and i kind of turned my back to them “let me guess. he doesn’t want us here.” she simply nodded and peaked out watching them skip the line and go straight in.

as we moved forward the second to next person to get carded and allowed in i pulled my I.D. out. the name on it said Samantha Bern. “Do you know the guys with Theon?” she nodded her head pulling hers out as well and showed the bouncer as he gave me a once over but had to double check (F/N)s. he finally gave them back and nodded for us to go in. Giving us wrist bands to say we hadn’t snuck in and could be sold drinks “yeah old friends. known them forever. he goes to their house a lot. i think ones Robb and the other ones Jon. why do you ask?” “no reason. just ain’t seen them before. where do they go to school?” she shrugged as the music got louder the more we walked in and i knew this might be the last i be able to hear full sentences so i let it go.

By now probably two hours or so and I’ve already had a few drinks and danced with some guys as (F/N) had disappeared and we agreed where to meet once things started dying down. I’ve bumped into her twice before. Each time she had a new guy. a grin and a “He bought drinks” I would simply eye the guy up and down telling her to be careful before skillfully getting away from the one i was with. i pulled back up to the bar sitting down to take a breather and ordered a shot of fireball. The bartender passed it to me “no charge. The gentleman in the top booth bought it for you” i turned to where he nodded and raised the shot glass bringing it to my lips and felt the liquid run down my throat leaving a nice burning sensation. i got up from my seat as did he and i watched him walk down the steps, gently pushing people and moving around them. our eyes never left each other and we met half way on the dance floor. My heart was fluttering like crazy in my chest and i had to try hard not to grab at it, as it had never done this for anyone else. He laid his hands on my hips and i put mine around his neck and started dancing/grinding on him. I felt his eyes never leave my body and I turned back as his hand came to trail from my cheek down.

we danced like that for a while before we slowly made it to a hallway. he pushed me against the wall and we made out for a bit. His tongue slowly ran along my bottom lip asking for entrance. i obliged and could taste the liquor on his lips. he gripped me harder and i let out a small moan as he slowly moved down to my neck and lightly sucked on it. I can already tell its going to leave a hickey. Once we get tired of that of making out i backed about a foot away, reaching out and playing with the front of the shirt. Leaning on the wall I eyed him “so can i know the name of the handsome stranger? or is he known as no one?” he let out a low chuckle “sweetheart if i told you my name you’d either stay and be really interested or you’d run out of those doors.” “Try me” he eyed me over, and god was he gorgeous “My names Robb Stark. Now what does everyone call you love?” my hand movements slightly faltered as I processed what he just said. Oh god. He’s a stark? Why did he have to be a stark. I suddenly straightened up with a laugh “My names Sam. Sam Bern. Or samantha.” He raised his eyebrows and brought my wallet out. When did he get that? I try to snatch it but come up short “Is that so? Why do I feel like you’re lying to me. You know, you look really look familiar. Almost as if we met.” we have, i was 10 and on a meet up with my dad. He wanted me to learn the family business early. God I thought mother was going to kill him that night. We’d met with his dad to try to come to a temporary peace while the war of the other houses happened but in reality we couldn’t solve anything it just ended up with more of a misunderstanding and our houses forbidding from meeting and if a meeting has happened since its always ended in violence. I should’ve recognized him, but he does look a lot different.

“Lets see what your name really is.” i went to grab my wallet as he opened it and looked past the fake I.D. and kept digging until he came across my real one. “(Y/N) Baratheon.... wait” In my sudden panic i punched him in the face, causing him to drop my wallet and I grabbed it, hurrying back to the dance floor hoping to lose him and find (F/N). As luck would have hit i ran right into her and stumbled “(F/N) we have to go now!” She gave me an odd look. “What are you talking about! It’s just picking up” the guy next to her nodded “Yeah. Go find someone else to fuck with.” I rolled my eyes and used his alcoholic state to my advantage, I pushed him away. “We’re leaving. Now” I pulled her with me by her hand. We rushed out of the club and i hurriedly grabbed her car keys. Now sober from all of the adrenaline. She simply climbed in the passenger when i unlocked the doors, grumbling profanities which i’ll yell at her for later. IF she remembers and brings it up. I’m about to climb in ready to leave, Robb runs out of the club spotting me at the back of the parking lot. He doesn’t try running closer and i can see a bruise forming and a slightly busted lip. he yells and lets out a dazzling smile “I’ll see you again little lion!” He spit up some blood. I glared at him throwing open the drivers door and climb in “Only in your dreams!” i sped out of the lot. Throwing a hand in the air as a wave goodbye.

#robb stark #robb stark x reader #reader insert

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tellytantra · 6 years ago

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(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); All guests clap as Poonam does Sameer’s tilak. Munna and Pundit also gift him shogun. Mami ji puts a kala teeka behind Sameer’s ear. Munna and Pundit ask Poonam to add some spice to his BIL’s wedding. Mami ji gives her green signal. Poonam dances on Lo Chali Main. Bobby stands with a straight face. Munna and Pundit also pull Vishakha for the dance. Poonam dances happily around Sameer. Sameer mounts the horse and smiles / dances. Bela begins to lift Naina’s dupatta when Preeti interrupts her that it took them very long to get Naina ready. We will take another 2-3 hours if you shift the dupatta now. Phula Bua tells her to let them follow the ritual. Naina’s hair will be combed. Kamya, Naina and Preeti get tensed. Naina says beautician fixed my hair after much difficulty. She strictly warned me against moving my dupatta. We will need 2-3 hours to set them again. Bela supports their logic. Phula Bua also gives in. Bela shifts the comb around Naina’s head and completes the ritual. She dances happily on Meri Banno song. Anand, Naina and Rakesh get emotional. Anand also dances Bela in the dance. Rakesh smiles seeing his daughter happy. Bela kisses on Naina’s hands. Phula Bua asks Bela if the aarti thaal is ready. Bela nods. Naina is trying to open the window but in vain. Munna, Pundit and the guests are happily dancing in the Baraat. Mama ji has to shout at them to stop but Pundit demands for a particular song. Both friends dance crazily on the tune. Preeti scares Naina. Are you in a rush to see Jija ji? Let the Baraat come. Naina is irked that she has been trying to open the window since so long but it isn’t opening. Preeti offers to try. Naina turns to go when her dupatta gets stuck in a nail. Rakesh is irked that the Baraat hasn’t come yet. It is 8. They promised to be here by 7. Rahu & Ketu (Munna and Pundit) must be dancing. Anand tells him to calm down. They have done everything on their own. They deserve this time. Munna and Pundit make the band guys play the songs of their requests. Vishakha happily dances on Pallo Latke song. Kamya diverts Rinki while Preeti frees Naina’s dupatta. Are you out of your mind? What if Rinkis aw your permed hair? Naina asks her to open the window. Vishakha requests Bobby to dance too but he refuses. She requests him to do so just to show to people but he tells her he does not like showing off. Sameer looks on. Bobby holds Vishakha’s hand as she begins to go. We came here as guests. Don’t forget this. Stay here with me. She frees her hand. It is my son’s wedding today. Neither you nor even God can stop me from being a part of this celebration. Sameer smiles as Vishakha returns to his side. The girls finally manage to open the window. Sameer waves at the girls. He is mesmerized seeing Naina. Rinki and Kamya run downstairs to see him from close. Preeti covers her eyes as Naina compliments Sameer through gestures. He points at the horse. Voiceover – Naina & Sameer:Every girl dreams to see her groom sitting on the horse as she dresses in red bridal attire. I had the same dream which came true that day. My heart was beating so fast that day yet I could still hear those heartbeats amidst all that noise. Only a lover can understand that the best feeling in the world is to see your lover dressed as a bride! For a while, all our struggles and problems had fallen way behind us! I couldn’t take my eyes off Sameer that day. I felt as if time has stopped. The happiness was so high that my eyes turned wet. I could only see one person clearly through those blurred eyes – Sameer. All the happiness of the world was dancing in that Baraat but my eyes were stuck on the window where my Naina was standing. It was the most beautiful window of the world. I was completely numb that day. So many emotions were passing from my mind. Our first meeting or collision to be precise! The way our eyes met! My bet! Naina’s heartbreak! My breaking down completely! The journey of pretending to be in love because of bet till the time I really fell for Naina! Everything was just flashing right in front of my eyes that day. Sameer’s proposal! Naina saying I love you too shyly. From failing for the first time to our first bike ride and till the incident where we had to elope from the house! Delhi to Ahmedabad, Ahmedabad to Delhi, wherever I was we were still united. We never parted ways! I could recall everything staring from Tau ji, Tai ji’s beatings till Chacha ji’s slap. It was bound to happen as our happening love story was about to have a happy climax finally. I felt like shouting right then and there to Naina that we won! Sameer and Naina’s wedding could not happen without twists. There were more in store the moment it felt like everything is finally falling in place. Nothing went right in the wedding. Baraat reaches the venue. Phula Bua is unhappy to see Mama ji and Mami ji wearing black colour clothes but Bela tells her to ignore it. Rakesh comes near Munna and Pundit. They get tensed and hold their cheeks. Even Anand follows his brother worriedly but Rakesh wards off evil eyes off the boys with some money. Everyone smiles. Bela performs some rituals. She has to pull Sameer’s nose for a ritual but he keeps shifting back playfully on the horse. Everyone is amused. Mami ji remarks that Sameer only looks innocent. He wont let anyone hold his nose. Rinki suggests an idea to Bela which obviously does not work. Bobby taunts Sameer. There is no harm in getting your nose pulled. You can anyways not win from them! Mama ji seconds him. You (Agarwal’s) have won over the boy completely. He is yours and not ours anymore! Do whatever you want! Rakesh addresses him and walks up to him. Anand follows him worriedly. Rakesh says you are right. It is not just the bride and groom but two families that get clubbed together after marriage. We are going to give you our daughter. Make her yours with love now. She will be all yours. Everyone smiles. Sameer leans forward and lets Bela pulls his nose now. He descends from the horse and walks inside the venue with his friends. Is everything ready? Munna and Pundit nod. You should change into your suit now. Don’t just point out anything about it now. Sameer hugs his friends happily. Sameer has changed into suit. Munna and Pundit are sitting on either of his sides. Naina’s sisters bring Naina there. Sameer looks at her from top to toe in admiration. Rakesh gets emotional. Sameer and Naina keep looking at each other throughout. Voiceover – Naina:A lot has changed from 1990’s till today but two things haven’t changed – the bride and groom romancing on stage and the photographer interrupting their romance! Photographer asks the bride and groom to sit together. Naina and Sameer sit down awkwardly. Sameer asks Naina why she dint leave her hair open. I told you to keep them open. She lies that Chachi ji told her against it. Girls don’t leave their hair open on wedding day. It is inauspicious. He looks away. She holds his hand and winks at him the moment he looks in her direction. Sameer asks her what she is doing. It is getting recorded. She boldly tells him that Mrs. Maheshwari isn’t afraid of anyone. He smirks. She asks him why he has tied the turban so low. Photographer asks them to look at him just then. They pose for photos. Sameer and Naina stand up to Varmala. Their friends stand behind them. The boys whisper something in each other’s ears. It is Naina’s turn first. Devang, Munna and Pundit lift Sameer the moment Naina inches closer to keep garland around his neck. They tease him to not keep their brother waiting. She jumps but is too short heighted. Anand gestures Arjun who lifts his sister. Naina hides her hair as the dupatta shifts a little and manages to make Sameer wear the garland. Sameer too exchanges garland with her. Preeti fixes the dupatta the moment Naina stands on her feet again. Epi ends on Naina and Sameer’s face. Precap: Naina and Sameer pose for photos. She tries holding his hand but he pulls it away. She too gives up on him. Update Credit to: Pooja

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