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daydreaming-nerd · 8 months ago

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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 7

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AN: Damn we on part 7? That happened fast. I just realized that this series is going to be longer than I thought. ALSO, highly suggest clicking on the link to see the readers dress bc it adds to the plot and it was hard to desribe lol.

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexism, heavier SA in this one again, a little bit of exhibitionism, jealously, Smut

Word Count: 6,009

“If you don’t stop right now Rhys is going to kill you for being late!” I giggle watching Cassian pepper kisses all over my neck through the floor-length mirror. I had simply asked him to button up the back of my dress for me but now he couldn’t keep his hands off me.

“Rhys can wait,” Cassian smirks nibbling under my ear, the scruff of his morning beard tickling my skin.

“I’m sure he can, but it might seem a little suspicious that you’re late considering you’re the most punctual person I know,” I smile running a hand through his hair.

Cassian doesn’t stop pressing loving kisses all over my shoulders and neck. His hands rubbed soothing circles on my hips. His strong chest behind me kept me upright as I watched him ravishing me in the floor-length mirror.

“Cass,” I protested, turning in his arms knowing if I didn’t my newly buttoned dress would be unbuttoned and on his bedroom floor in an instant.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed as I threw my arms over his shoulders to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I promise you can kiss me all you want later,” I laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“What about anywhere I want?” he grins, kissing me again.

“Hmmm, maybe,” I tease, tilting my head to the side. Cassian’s hands gripped my waist tighter.

“C’mon princess don’t make me beg,” he said lowly, pressing a kiss to the shell of my ear.

I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle to hide the change in my heart rate, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees general.” I tease.

“You know I’d crawl to your bed if I had to, princess,” he teased back and the air in the room had become thick and warm.

I push away from him a little, “Cass stop I know what you’re trying to do! Go talk to Rhys before he comes up here to see what’s taking so long!” I laugh.

“Fine, fine,” he shakes his head and follows me out of his room into the hallway.

“What does he want to talk to you about anyways?” I ask as we walk idly towards the kitchen.

“I’m not sure,” he admits. “Probably just catching up on the Illyrian camps I visited with Az earlier.”

“Well remember. Nothing about you and I, as far as he’s concerned Eris and I are counting down the days until the wedding.” I remind him as we round the corner to the kitchen where Azriel sips his morning coffee.

“Hello lovebirds,” Azriel mused, not looking up from his book.

“Hello Az,” I smiled at the shadowsinger.

“I promise to paint a lovely picture of newly engaged bliss, even though I enjoy it,” Cassian assures me as we stop at the door to the balcony.

“Thank you,” I say cupping his cheek. “Now go before Rhys loses his mind,” I say pushing him out the door.

“Ah ah ah not without one of these,” he smirks, pulling me in by my waist for a kiss. Gods I would never get tired of kissing this male.

Without another word, Cassian pulled away and flashed me a charming smile before flaring his wings and taking off into the air. These past few days I had grown to see a new side to the Illyrian that I had never known before. For one, I had never known him to be so sweet and loving and two, I had never seen the male smile so much. Not that I could complain, he did have one of the most dashing smiles I’d ever seen.

“You two are adorable but you make me sick,” Azriel laughed from the kitchen table beside me. I turned my head to find him watching me intently. He tried to mask his face in disgust, but the love in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

“There will be loads of women fawning over your pretty face tonight tonight.” I teased ruffling up his hair. “And you’re a wonderful dancer. I’m sure you’ll find your person soon.” I continue waltzing towards the library.

“So you think I’m pretty?” Azriel teases taking a bite of an apple.

I simply rolled my eyes and shook my head as I exited the room.

Cassian’s pov:

“Cass please sit down,” Rhysand says motioning toward the plush chair in his study, one large enough to accommodate wings of course.

I had known the bastard for hundreds of years and never once had I been afraid of him. But I hadn’t spoken to him since everything happened with me and y/n. I had made sure to keep my mental shields up but I couldn’t stop the irrational fear that Rhys’ next words were going to be, “Are you fucking my little sister?” As he poured us each a glass of whiskey I couldn’t help but feel a bead of sweat dripping down my back.

“I hear you’ve been keeping y/n satisfied,” Rhys drawled, handing me a glass.

Oh shit

“At least that’s what Azriel said the other day when I asked him how you guys were doing with going back and forth to the Autumn Court all the time.” Rhys cocked an eyebrow at my blank expression as I grabbed the glass of whiskey from his hand and sipped it eagerly.

Azriel that motherfucker. I could practically see his smug face as he told Rhys about how “satisfied” I was keeping his little sister. I would be thoroughly kicking his ass today at training.

“Yeah I mean it’s a pretty simple task taking her back and forth.” I shrug trying to shake whatever tension I had from my shoulders. “But she seems to have no quarrel with me, except for one time when I messed up her hair because I flew too fast but that’s about it.” I smile remembering the cute angry look on her face that went along with her messed-up updo.

“Ever the little princess,” Rhys rolled his eyes and relaxed into his chair. “Is she happy with Eris?”

I tried to look collected as Rhys asked the question I had been dreading. The entire flight here I considered telling him everything. I thought that maybe he could help her, or at least talk to Beron. But then I thought about how I would have to explain why I cared so much, and Rhys would be much less inclined to help if he knew I was fucking his little sister. Hell if y/n ever did figure this out would Rhys even allow me to be with her? I was a bastard after all.

Then of course there was y/n. She would never forgive me for betraying her trust, and I wasn’t willing to lose it. More importantly, I thought back to what she said the day that Eris first tried to take advantage of her.

Cassian please, don’t take my choices away from me…

Cauldron how those words had struck me like lightning when she said them. The poor girl had never been given free will to make her own choices until recently. First, she was closed off from the world because of her beauty, then she was under the mountain. Now she was engaged to Eris and I’d rather die than be another person who tried to control her.

“She seems to be,” I reply to Rhys. “I mean she did agree to marry him.”

Lies

“And Eris? Will he be a suitable husband for her? I’ve heard stories of him, some good, some bad. I was hesitant at first to let him near her till I remembered what others have said about me.” he says with a hint of sadness. “I thought I’d give him a chance, in hopes that Feyre will give me one someday.”

My heart broke for my brother, “I’m sure she will brother,” I say warmly. “But Eris seems quite smitten with y/n. He’s already sent her a large trove of dresses and jewels.”

Not entirely a lie.

“I hope you’re right Cass,” Rhys said with a sad smile. “But I’m glad my sister is happy. After all she’s endured she deserves it. Will you be joining us tonight?” he asks, referring to the engagement ball.

“Have you ever known me to pass up free drinks and beautiful women?” I chide leaning back in my own chair.

“I suppose not,” Rhys laughed, slamming back his whiskey.

y/n’s pov:

Cauldron boil me.

That was the only thought that raced through my head as I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror. For once my lady's maids didn’t get a chance to select the perfect dress for me to wear tonight, as Eris had specifically labeled a dress in the trove he sent me. The dress I now wore.

The fabric itself was beautiful, swaths of chrome of molten gold. It draped and cascaded down my body perfectly, the only problem with the fabric was that there wasn’t enough of it. The high slit and the low back left little to the imagination. Even the top of the dress was skimpy, with only three thin pieces of fabric holding the garment together.

As I exited my bedroom to the foyer to meet Cassian I could only hope that the fireplaces would be roaring on both ends of the vast ballroom tonight as I was already freezing. I find Cassian already waiting for me (per usual), in a night court black jacket that has him looking like pure sex. The only color adorning him is the two red siphons on his hands.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he gawks at my dress, eyes raking up and down my nearly bare body.

“What don't you like it?” I tease doing a spin for him.

His arms pull me close to him, hands wandering all over my exposed skin. The familiar touch of his hands soothes the goosebumps on my too-cold skin as I feel myself leaning into him.

“That’s what he’s making you wear?” he scrutinizes, looking me up and down again.

“Unfortunately yes,” I sigh looking down at the dress myself. Gods I hated this.

“That bastard’s going to have his hands all over you all night,” he grits, turning his head to the side like he doesn’t want me to see the simmering in his eyes.

I reach up to cup his face turning his gaze back to mine, “Cass I know that this isn’t easy. If the roles were reversed the female would be dead by now,” I laugh trying to ease the mood. “If you don’t want to come tonight I’ll understand.”

“No, I’m not leaving you to do this on your own,” he says, placing a hand over my own that rests on his cheek.

“Cass-”

“I’m going y/n,” he assures me.

Secretly and selfishly I was glad he was coming. I would never make him do such a thing. Especially knowing how Eris is going to be. But there was a comfort in knowing that he would be present. A comfort in knowing that at the slightest hint of a scared glance, he would likely burn down the whole court for me.

“Cassian?” I whisper.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Kiss me,” I say, referencing our first kiss, hoping it would bring a smile to his face.

“With pleasure,” he smiled before leaning in for a kiss.

I took every moment and committed it to memory knowing that soon it would be Eris’ lips instead, and they wouldn’t be as tender and sweet. Soon it would be Eris’ hands on me, and they wouldn’t be as warm and strong. I savored every taste of Cassian I got, somehow in that moment falling even deeper in love with him. Cassian kisses me like I’m the air he breathes. He kisses me like every female dreams of being kissed and gods I’ll never get enough.

“When we get home,” I whisper in his ear. “I want you to rip this dress off me and fuck me on every single surface in this gods forsaken house.”

“Be careful princess. You don’t want me at attention in public.” Cassian purs in my ear holding me closer.

“Maybe I do,” I smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Cruel, wicked female.”

Unlike the last ball when my brother and I arrive, we are one of the first people there, as the ball is being thrown in Eris and I’s honor. I spend the first hour or so making polite conversation until the rest of the crowd shows up. Thankfully the second they do the dancing is in full swing giving me ample time to converse with others as Eris sits on a dias at the end of the room. A place normally reserved for the High Lord alone, but it seems Beron wants to show off this union.

“She’s not here again,” I say to my brother.

Rhys was one of the first people to dance with me tonight and I had never accepted an invitation so happily, well besides Cassian. When my father taught me to waltz Rhys was always there to help me. We must’ve spent hours dancing together while growing up. Dancing with him now was like living out the old days I so dearly wished for.

“How do you know?” Rhys asked me as he spun me around once more.

“I checked the guest list,” I say sadly. “It sounds like she and Tamlin never even leave his mansion.”

“Oh,” my brother says sadly, halting his search for the infamous cursebreaker.

“You should call upon your bargain Rhys. Give her time to get to know you,” I tell him as he lifts me slightly and resumes the dance in time with the others.

“I don’t want to force her to love me,” he admits sadly.

I can’t help but feel my heartbreak. Sure Rhys wasn’t always the best at first impressions given his reputation, but he was an amazing brother and an amazing male. “Rhys please, she’s your mate. Maybe if she meets me I can help her see how amazing you are,” I say hopefully.

“If Tamlin is what makes her happy I won’t stand in her way,” he explains to me and it’s like a punch to the gut. Before I can say anything to ease his pain a voice cuts in from beside me.

“Mind if I cut in?” Azriel asks politely.

“Not at all brother, just don’t step on my dear sister's toes,” Rhysand jests, passing my hand to Azriel’s.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Azriel smiles before leading me up into a waltz.

“What no crowds of women falling all over you?” I tease him as he gracefully moves around the dancefloor.

“I’m actually using you to get away from a particularly nosey one,” he nods his head to a giddy blonde in the corner. She looks far too young for him and way too energetic to catch Az’s interest and I can’t help but laugh.

“Glad to be doing the royal duty of helping my citizens,” I laugh as he spins me in a circle.

“If you really want to help you could give me a kiss,” he tilts his head so his cheek is on full display for me.

“Who would come after you first? Eris, Cassian, or my brother?” I roll my eyes.

“Don’t forget Helion, he's here too,” Azriel laughs and sure enough, out of the corner of my eyes, I can see the High Lord of Day.

“By the cauldron, I’ll never know peace,” I sigh as Az picks me up and twirls me around.

Even though it was the same ballroom as last time this one felt smaller. Every move I made felt more and more observed and scrutinized. On one end I had Eris sitting on a dias watching me like I was a pet he had let off its leash. On the other side stood a very grumpy and brooding Cassian who wouldn’t take his eyes off me and Eris, like he was waiting for the prince to make one wrong move. Never mind the rest of the guests who gawked at my dress or the ginormous ring on my finger.

“Eris is looking at me like he’s about to have me incinerated,” Azriel laughs in my ear.

I can’t help but roll my eyes, on the next spin I see the prince doing just that. “That’s his way of saying he wants me back.” I sigh.

“You want me to dance us away from him?” Az asks sweetly and quietly.

“No, no I’ve already been avoiding him for far too long. He’ll come down here himself in a moment,” I say as the music stops and I bow to Az.

“Good luck then princess,” he bows to me before he saunters off to where Cassain sits gripping a goblet of wine tighter than he ought to.

Like I’m either a blessing sent from above or a curse from below the crowds parts for me as I make my ebay towards Eris. The men gawk and lick their lips, the women gossip and whisper to one another. Once again I felt like a painting displayed at a museum, I was beginning to hate balls.

“Have I told you how delicious you look in gold, my pet?” Eris says as I take my place standing next to his chair.

“At least a dozen times tonight,” I sigh, snatching a glass of wine off a silver platter.

“Come here,” Eris says, patting his lap and I know better than to disobey, not when all of Prythian is watching us.

“What, I don't get to have my own throne?” I grumble, adjusting my dress from where I sit on his lap. The damned thing is one gust of wind away from exposing me to the whole room.

“Wall ornament my dear, wall ornament,” he reminds me, lips trailing down my neck. “And how beautiful you look perched on my lap,” he smirks.

“Yes and I’m one gust of wind away from flashing the whole room,” I grit, adjusting the dress once more.

“Good, let them see what I get to indulge in,” he grins, lifting my goblet to his own lips. The overwhelming urge to spill the liquid all over his pressed jacket is strong but lord knows what would happen next.

“Prince Eris,” mused a female voice drawing both of our attention. “I came to offer my congratulations to you and your future wife.”

The woman standing before me was nothing short of beautiful. Her skin is fair and covered in freckles across her nose and cheeks. Eyes the color of the evergreen trees found in the winter court. Her hair is unbound and the deep auburn. She looked at Eris with a certain coldness and in that moment I realized that they might have been lovers at one point in time. Her eyes flitted to mine and my blood ran cold. She looked at me like I had taken her future away. I suppose I had. If Eris had any feelings for her he certainly didn’t show it.

“Thank you for your well wishes Lady Adarna. We hope to see you at the wedding next week,” he chided leaning back in his chair once more.

The woman simply bowed and waltzed away. I mentally hoped she wouldn’t go near Cassian. Not that I didn’t trust him, but because I didn’t trust her for one moment.

As she scurried off to join a large group of lords and ladies conversing I watched as Eris’ eyes trailed her entire backside. His lips twitched up as if recalling a fond memory. Now was the perfect time to execute my backup plan.

“She seemed angry to see me on your lap,” I muse, taking another sip of my wine.

“So is every male in this room. You should be used to it by now.” he kissed my shoulder.

“You fucked that woman didn’t you?” I turn my head to him letting him see the false anger in my eyes. I had to sell it.

“Many times my pet,” he smiled proudly. “She used to beg me to come to her bed.”

I scoff at his words, it was too hard to believe that any woman would beg to warm Eris’ bed.

“And you're ready for monogamy?” I raise an eyebrow at him, my question more like a test. Eris had been so in lust with me had forgotten about the other women he once bedded. Surely the idea of monogamy wasn’t one he relished, he needed a reminder. The very concept could be the only thing to stop the wedding.

“Who said anything about monogamy?” he laughed while taking a sip of his wine. “I’m sure I’ll be insatiable after I deflower your tight cunt, but once you’re with child I’ll be left to my own devices. Someone will have to satisfy my needs,” he said like it was common knowledge.

By the fucking cauldron this man was insane. But in his words, I saw an opening I never thought of. Maybe I didn’t need to call off the wedding, maybe I just needed to ensure I could sneak out the back door so to say when I needed to.

“And what about me? Will I be allowed other partners?” I muse playing with the hair at the nape of his neck like it might soften him up.

Eris barks out a hearty laugh and I already know I’ve lost this fight as his hand trails up my thigh. The fabric of my dress starts to shift and I find myself shifting around to fix it once more.

“Of course not wife, I won’t have your cunt defiled by any other male,” He pressed a kiss to my neck. “You are purely mine, to taste, to fuck, to impregnate all I want.”

“I’m not your wife yet,” I grumble trying to stand, but his hand on my front flattens and I’m pulled down onto his lap once more.

My stomach pits as I feel what prods into my backside. He’s undeniably hard and my eyes search for Cassian. I have no doubt that Eris would fuck me right here on this dias just to prove a point to everyone in attendance. I search and search, but Cassian is nowhere to be found.

“Oh really? Because you’re on my lap, on my throne and you’re wearing my ring,” He purrs lowly so only I can feel his hand dipping under my dress. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve cum on my fingers. So yes I will call you my wife preemptively because that’s what you are ‘Jewel of Prythian’, mine.”

His hand cups my sex and my breath hitches in my throat. Tears prick my eyes and I put on a cold face.

I will not cry.

I feel a finger slip through my folds and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for his finger slips inside me. My eyes search the crowd to see if anyone is paying attention, but thankfully they are all drunk and lost in conversation or dancing. That is until my eyes land on Cassian’s. I could throw up from the embarrassment of it all.

Eris quickly retracted his finger, bringing it to his lips and sucking it.

“Good girl. You didn’t fight this time.” he muses, brushing a hand down my cheek.

I take the quickest route out, “I think I see Viviane, she wants to speak to me,” I say quickly, standing from his lap.

“Have fun pet,” Eris smirks, smacking my backside before I saunter down the steps making a beeline for Kallias and Viviane.

My mind is a mess of a million different voices. Eris calling me his broodmare, Cassian begging me to end all this, the voice of my brother sacrificing himself for me, the sound of the children of Velaris playing in the streets. All of it is like a perfect storm. I could erupt at any moment and I don’t think anyone here would care unless my makeup smeared and ruined the image of “The Jewel”

Like a magnet, my eyes flit up from my feet rushing through the crowd to find that hazel gaze that always brought me home.

Cassian was making a beeline towards me. No, not towards me, to my right.

I passed him without so much as a word but as if some strange instinct kicked in, I reached out a hand and felt him do the same. Our fingers grazed each other where no one could see. His touch held a thousand words.

I am here. I am with you. You are not alone. I love you.

My breathing calmed, my heart rate slowed, and the voices in my head quieted down to the point where all I heard was the white noise of those around me.

And I was thankful, so thankful, for that simple touch that brought me home.

Cassian’s pov:

I could kill him.

I could fucking kill him for touching my mate that way. Cleave his head from his body. Castrate him. Rip him limb from limb and my rage still wouldn’t be sated.

The look on her face as his hand dipped between her legs is one I wouldn't soon forget. She was so scared, so helpless and I just let it happen.

I marched towards the other end of the ballroom after grazing her hand in mine. I just needed to feel her once. Just needed to remember that she was mine.

I pushed past the large swaths of curtains lining the room to where I knew there was a door that led to the cool night air outside. I just needed air. I needed to forget.

y/n’s pov:

“Well I hope to see you and your new husband visiting us in the winter court soon,” Viviane said, embracing me fondly.

“And tell that brother of yours that I want to have a drink with him soon,” Kallias smiled putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I’ll be sure to do both,” I smile warmly.

While under the mountain, Kallias was one of the people who looked out for me. His relationship with my brother was strong, and since Rhys couldn’t ever be with me Kallias had stepped in as one of my protectors. I had only met Viviane once since Kallias shielded her from the horrors under the mountain, but her warm soul always spoke to me. I was happy to call the mates my friends.

“I’ll do just that,” I smile, backing away from the High Lord and Lady.

My eyes flit up to that cursed dias, looking for any sign of Eris’ gaze. Instead, I found him lounging about talking to one of the men who sexualized me at the last ball. My skin prickled at the memory. Their voices calling through my head as I made my way towards the edge of the room scouring the dancehall for another drink.

Suddenly a hand gripped my exposed arm and pulled me behind the swaths of large fabric that lined the room. My back hit one of the many pillars as another hand was placed over my mouth to keep me from screaming, which I desperately wanted to do until I saw that beautiful shade of hazel that warmed my very bones.

“Shh, it’s okay it’s just me,” Cassian whispered, releasing his hand that covered up over half of my face.

“Oh Cassian,” I breathed, placing my hands on either cheek. The stubble from this morning mixed with the warmth of him setting my very soul on fire.

“Are you okay?” he breathed pulling me into his chest, like he just needed to have me in his arms if only for a moment.

“Yes, yes I’m fine,” I said frantically as I inhaled his scent.

“He touched you,” Cassian glowered and I pulled my head back to meet his simmering eyes.

My heart shattered right there at the pain within them. He had seen everything. Seen Eris’ hand roam where it shouldn't have, seen him bring that hand to his mouth. Seen him do this in front of everyone and I had instructed the general not to even flinch. It was cruel, I was crueler than even the prince of Autumn himself,

“I’m sorry Cassian, I’m so so sorry,” I pleaded, brushing a hair out of his face that had escaped the bundle at the nape of his neck. “I’m yours Cassian, I’m yours.”

“Y/n I-”

“My heart,” I cut him off, placing his rough hand over the center of my too-exposed chest. “My heart belongs to you Cass.”

In an instant his hands found my waist, pulling me towards him as his frame backed me into the marble pillar. His lips on mine in a fiery need. I met him touch for touch as I pulled the lapels of his jacket towards me, needing to feel every inch of him on me. Even more than that I needed him to erase every single fingerprint Eris had left on me.

Cassian.

My Cassian.

His hands brushed over the vast expanse of my exposed skin leaving a trail of warmth wherever they went. I had spent the night so freezing cold from my lack of coverage that the heat of his body against mine felt so delicious.

His tongue parted my mouth and I felt every inch of him reclaiming me. My hands found that head of hair that I so often found myself gripping as he licked my most sensitive areas. My mind raced to last night where he spent a solid hour coaxing orgasm after orgasm from me.

A woman laughed loudly from the other side of the curtain pulling both Cassian and I’s heads away from one another. We looked to see if the curtain had been pulled back but found nothing.

My core ground down on the bulge in his pants. Oh gods I needed him. I needed him now.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “Tell me to leave and wait till we get home.”

“No,” I rasped pulling him down to my lips once more.

I needed him now. Needed to feel all of him, needed to remember that no matter what Eris said or did to me he could never own me. He could own my body, sure. But my heart? My soul? The very essence of me? All of it belonged to Cassian. So much so that it consumed me.

Cassian’s large hands reached beneath my thighs hoisting me up and pressing me further into the cold marble pillar. It didn’t take much for my dress to part for him exposing my core. My hands went to the ties of his pants frantically pulling them down until he sprang free.

“Cassian, I need you,” I pleaded with him.

“Shh I’m coming baby,” he assured me, pumping his cock a few times.

The woman outside the curtain laughed again but this time neither of us looked to see if she had seen us. Let them see. I thought to myself. At this moment I was beyond caring about who was engaged to and who I wasn’t. Who was a prince and who was a bastard. Cassian had all of me, that's all that mattered.

Cassian slid home filling me to the brim so harshly that I gasped. A calloused hand flew over my mouth and my eyes met his. His intense stare watching me take every luxurious inch of him could’ve been enough to make me cum right then and there.

“Shh princess, I don’t like sharing.” he mused, thrusting into me even harder.

His hand fell from my mouth to brace against the pillar behind me as the other arm kept me upright. Every stroke threatened to have me screaming in pleasure. Calling out just how in love with this man I really was. But there were at least a couple hundred people on the other side of that thick curtain and though I hated to admit it, the game we were currently playing thrilled me to my core.

“Fucking mine,” Cassian gritted through his teeth, thrusting harder for emphasis. This wasn’t just about releasing the tension for both of us. Oh no. This was my general reclaiming what was his, and cauldron if he didn’t have a hand holding me up I would’ve been weak at the knees.

“All yours Cass,” I mumbled into his mouth as I pressed my lips into his, my fingers digging into the material of his jacket.

“I love you y/n,” he breathed. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too Cassian,” I smiled, feeling myself clench around him, as the knot in me was beginning to let go.

“Fuck,” he hissed in my ear, burying his head in my shoulder.

It was enough to have me cumming around his cock. My hand flew to my own mouth to stifle the loud moan my body involuntarily let out. My orgasm triggered Cassian's as he let out a smothered low groan burying himself deep inside me

As I tried my best to catch my breath Cassian pulled his head from my shoulder. I looked at his strained face and his messed up hair and began meticulously brushing every strand back into place. His eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“We did not just do that,” I giggled brushing his hair into submission.

“I think we did princess,” he laughed looking down to where he was still seated inside me. “I’m sorry I got a little jealous there.”

“Don’t be sorry, it was kinda hot.” I smile, running a hand down his cheek.

“Yeah?” he smirked, leaning in for another kiss.

“You two are fucking idiots!” Azriel hissed low coming from around the corner.

Our heads turned immediately to find a very worried Azirel shrouded in his shadows. Cassian set me down and shielded my body with his growling at Az as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“A warning would have been nice brother,” Cassian grumbled, making sure I was decent before stepping to the side.

“You’re lucky my shadows found you before anyone else did,” Azriel argued. “Eris is looking for her,” he says nodding towards me.

“Shit,” I curse, adjusting my dress and stepping towards the curtain.

Cassian’s hand finds mine and pulls me back. My eyes snap to him and where there was once lust is now a pleading gaze that has tears threatening to spill from my own eyes.

“Please don’t go to him, I can’t bear it any longer,” he begs me and gods does it shatter me to my core.

“I have to Cass,” I say adjusting his jacket so it’s straight.

“Tell him you're ill and then come back to me,” he pleads. “Then we can go home.”

I know deep down that I shouldn't be leaving this early. It had only been an hour or two since the guests arrived and I hadn’t even spoken to Helion. But Cassian looked so broken. So broken and so hurt. I couldn’t put him through anymore tonight, and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me in his arms and tell me everything would be okay.

“Alright,” I say assuringly, squeezing his large hand. I take one look at Cassian and then at Azriel who looks worried as hell, like if I didn’t leave right this moment we would all be found out.

So I reluctantly pulled my hand from his and parted the curtain that concealed us. Thankful for the shadows Azirel lent me, I was able to assimilate back into the crowd seamlessly. But as I made my way towards the dias where Eris sat impatiently I swore I could feel Cassian’s anger behind me and it threatened to bring down the room around us.

Part 8

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hom3landr · 2 months ago

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Little Miss Why So

18+

Homelander X GN!Reader

(While the song title referenced is gendered, the reader in the fic is written as gender neutral)

Very loosely inspired by the song of the same name by The Amazing Devil

“Why won’t you believe I love you if I’m not hurting you?” He says.

Written for Cozy Corner Kinktober 2024 for the prompts Crying, Biting, and possibly Magical Healing Cock?

CW: Dubcon, Toxic Coping Mechanisms, Toxic Relationship Dynamics

When he finds you, you’re sobbing. Fat tears stream down your face and drop onto the pavement below. Your eyes are swollen and sticky with sorrow and the force with which you wail stirs up bile in your gut. Rain drenches you and the cloying stench of rot from the wet trash in the alley mimics the disgust you feel for yourself in that moment.

This isn’t about him but you know he’ll take it that way. He seems to take any emotion that isn’t pure adoration of him as some personal slight, as though he’s not good enough to keep you distracted from your pathetic life and its struggles. He sees it as a competition between your world and his. You see it as your reality. You’d wanted to find a quiet place to lick your wounds alone. That’s why you escaped to this filthy alley in the first place. But he found you anyway, vulnerable and ill-prepared to handle his ego.

He doesn’t say anything. He just stands in the alleyway entrance with his hands on his hips and a cock of his head. His face is blank as he looks you over, his lip curling slightly in distaste. You know you look a mess with your nose leaking snot and your cheeks hot and swollen. You don’t say anything. You don’t have the energy. You just sniffle and wait for the inevitable blast wave.

He stays silent, the only noise is the soft patter of rain and the squelch of his boots on the wet ground as he walks toward you. He crowds you against the brick and grips your hips to spin you to face the wall. You brace yourself with your hands and he pushes in close behind you. The soft bulge of his cup hides his erection but you can tell by the eagerness with which he presses against you that he's hard. You rest your head on the wall and sigh. You don’t have the energy to reciprocate but it doesn’t seem like he expects you too.

“You look so good like this,” He purrs in your ear. It surprises you. You know you look like shit. “So pure and perfect.”

He grinds against your ass and peppers your neck with greedy kisses. His hands quickly fumble with the button of your jeans and he slides the zipper down with a hiss. His hand dives into your underwear, testing your readiness. You aren’t at all really but it doesn’t seem to deter him too much. He strokes you exactly the way he knows that you like and your body responds accordingly. You arch into his touch even though your crying hasn’t ceased. He hushes you softly.

You hear the hiss of his own zipper and he uses his knee to coax your legs further apart as he tugs your jeans down past your ass. You offer no resistance. He spits on his palm for some lubrication and strokes himself before pressing in. He goes slow but it still stings a bit without the usual extended preparation. You hiccup and whimper at the stretch but despite all his flaws, you trust him not to cause you any damage. He’s careful and strangely you find that you don’t mind the pain. It’s cathartic.

“Just let it out. That’s it. You’re doing so good.” He coos in your ear as he bottoms out. You grunt, uncomfortably full but satisfied by the distraction from your own thoughts. He doesn’t move except to resume stroking you, humming in pleasure at the way you clench tightly around him.

“I want you to cry for me until you can’t anymore. Don’t fucking stop.” He growls. You nod weakly as you allow the tears to fall freely without shame. There’s nowhere for you to hide with the way you’re pinned between the wall and his hard cock.

The first thrust hurts. You haven’t fully relaxed around him yet although you’re slick enough to take him by now. He grunts, rubbing you faster while his other hand reaches up to grab your jaw, turning your gaze to meet his. He searches your eyes for something and he seems to find it. The cold appraisal in his expression warms slightly as he leans down to lick the salt from your cheeks.

“Give it to me. Don’t hide it.” He moans against your skin as he begins to increase the speed of his thrusts. Your discomfort is quickly evolving into pleasure now at the intensity of the sensations he’s filling you with. You moan and his grips tightens bruisingly, purple inevitably beginning to bloom under his fingers. You cry out and he throbs inside you.

“This belongs to me.” He growls and his pace is brutal as he uses you.

You’re beginning to understand his fervor now. You begin to understand why he feels so entitled to your pain. How many times have you seen him at his weakest? How many times have you held him while he cried and comforted him as his shoulders shook with sorrow and self-pity? He doesn’t like uneven scales. He’s gloating, gleeful that he’s not the only weak one in the relationship.

It’s fucked up…but that’s him. How can you begrudge him when this is all he’s ever known? After all, it is helping. The overwhelm of sensation is the only thing that could have pulled you out of that headspace. You need this wake-up call as a reboot of your brain. Your mournful cries have evolved into needy moans and your hips press eagerly back into his. A kinder response wouldn’t have reached the root of your hurt. Like lancing a boil, you need him to drain the poison out of you.

He continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear despite the way he’s fucking you as though he doesn’t give a damn whether you live or die. It’s cold and emotionless, using you as merely a sleeve for his cock. But his breath against your ear is warm and he nuzzles sweetly against your temple. You try to speak but the wind is knocked out of you every time his cock pounds against that soft spot inside you.

“I don’t want to hear anything come out of your mouth unless it’s your pathetic sobbing. That’s what you came all this way for, so fucking do it.” He pants breathlessly against your ear as he nears his release.

You do, although the tears that prick at your eyes are those of pleasure now. You’re loose and quivering around him and every nerve ending tingles with electricity. Your nail tears as you claw at the brick to brace yourself for the edge he’s quickly driving you towards.

You cry out his name and he bites your shoulder harshly, the bloody reprimand staining his teeth.

“What did I just fucking say?” He hisses before lapping hungrily at the wound and groaning darkly at the iron tang that fills his mouth. He can taste the endorphins in it and it drives him crazy.

The sudden sharp pain hurls you into a world ending orgasm and your legs give out. You almost collapse until he presses you bodily against his wall. His pace shifts into a deep filthy grind right into your spasming hole as he holds you up with his body. You wail and clench around him and it doesn’t take much longer at all until he’s spilling into you, his release leaking out of you and dripping down his balls onto the slick pavement below. He moans and whines in your ear, his demeanor shifting from cruel to needy in the span of a heartbeat.

You struggle to catch your breath, agony and delight filling your veins in equal measure. It’s perfect. It’s just what you needed. He’s just what you needed, every cruel beautiful inch of him. You don’t merely endure him. You need the sharp edges of him to keep you grounded. You need that pain.

His arms wrap around you. He peppers your sore shoulder with sweet kisses as a silent apology. You’ll need to bandage it up when you return but you aren’t going to worry about it right now. You’re content in his embrace. The two of you wait there in silence as the silver rain continues to fall all around you, causing the dirty alley to glint prettily in the moonlight. Your chest still aches but you can survive it.

“Let’s get you back home. I’ll run you a bath and have the kitchen bring you up your favorite. How does that sound?” His tone is so kind and warm, a far cry from his earlier demeanor. You still aren’t quite capable of speech but you nod.

“There you are.” He coos, and as he scoops you up into his arms and off into the sky, you slip away into a comfortable doze.

You know it’s not healthy but it’s all you have. It’s all he can give you. If it gets you results then you can learn to be content with that. So you lean into him and let the rain wash away the remnants of what ails you.

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sonofarathorn · 1 year ago

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Use Me

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: Smut (18+). Mentions of Alcohol Consumption. Semi-Tipsy Sex. Thigh Riding. Unprotected Sex. Dirty Talk. A/N: Breaking my writing drought with the horniest thing I've written in recent history. Like all good fics, this one started with a porn video. Hope you all enjoy.

I did my best proofreading, but I probably missed something. All mistakes are my own.

You follow Bradley into his apartment building, giggling quietly as you stumble along behind him. His hand is warm and solid, his fingers tangled in yours. A steady guide as he leads you up the stairs and down the dim hallway past the other quiet apartments.

Your blood sings in your veins, dancing with the high buzz of a night out with friends. The whole night is awash with a shimmering silver glow. You can still feel the pulse of the music and the warm ocean breeze on your skin, and taste the faint salt and lime flavor of the three margaritas you had earlier tonight.

You’d started feeling frisky half-way through your second one. Something about the salt and tequila had you eyeing up your boyfriend and slowly sliding your hand up his thigh. You’d seen his smirk and raised eyebrow out of the corner of your eye, but he’d made no move to stop you. Instead he’d continued on with his conversation without breaking a sweat, as if his girlfriend wasn’t feeling him up underneath the booth.

And really, how could you keep your hands off of him when he looked so good? Dressed in a fitted pink silk shirt with the first two buttons undone to show a golden chain resting atop the smattering of dark hair that covered his chest. Jeans so fitted it was like he was on a personal mission to ruin your life. And his hair, curling slightly from the spray of the sea. It was all too much for your tipsy self to handle.

Things had carried on from there. You’d danced a little too indecently in the center of the dancefloor; your back pressed against his broad chest with his hands gripping your waist, controlling the grind of your hips. You threw heavy lidded looks over your shoulder, and Bradley answered them with lewd ones of his own. You could feel his cock straining through his jeans, so obvious through the thin material of your dress. At one point his hand slid up and under the back of the flowy skirt, toying with you briefly.

Maybe that was the breaking point. The moment that had you abandoning the dancefloor at Mach 10 speed, dragging Bradley behind you. You hadn’t even bothered to give a flimsy excuse to your friends, almost certain they could suss out the true reasoning behind your sudden exit.

You probably would have fucked in the parking lot if it wasn’t so crowded. Instead, you had to settle for heavy petting on the way home. One of Bradley’s hands gripped the steering wheel, the other sat on your thigh, pushing your dress higher and higher until his fingers rubbed against the lace of your underwear. Your hands were plenty busy as well, rubbing the stiff erection his jeans failed to hide.

Now you’re back home in record time, watching the relaxed sway of Bradley’s broad shoulders as he walks in front of you. He stops in front of his door, and shoves his free hand into his front pocket to grab the house keys.

“Gonna need this for a minute,” Bradley smiles and kisses the back of your hand before gently placing it back at your side.

Impatience flitters through your body as you watch him slowly sift through the many keys on his chain. Seriously, how many keys does one man need? He has to be doing this on purpose. Prolonging the search just because he knows it’ll make you squirm.

“Hurry up.” You wrap your arms around his waist and trail your lips across his shoulder.

Bradley chuckles. “Someone’s eager,” he teases.

“I wanna fuck my boyfriend,” you mumble, fingers trailing up and under his shirt to run along the length of his waistband. “That a crime?”

He finally selects the correct key and pushes it into the lock. “Nope,” he says, but still doesn’t unlock the door.

“Well unless you’re going to fuck me right here in this hallway, I suggest you open the fucking door.” You punctuate the request with a squeeze over his clothed crotch.

“Bossy,” Bradley says and finally unlocks the door. “It’s kinda hot. Wanna boss me around tonight, baby? Want me to let you call the shots?”

There’s a deep timbre to his tone now. The words are rich with desire. You feel his entire body rumble with it. You feel your own yearning slide through your body. Slow and heated like molten metal. It pools low in your belly, sending an ache through your cunt.

Your clit throbs and you bite your bottom lip. “Inside. Now.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pushes the front door open and pockets his keys. There’s a smirk on his face when he turns to face you. “Where do you want–”

His question is cut off by the surge of your lips. You mold your body against his, holding him close with your fingers tangled in his hair. Bradley backs into the apartment and kicks the front door shut. His hands slide down the curve of your back, and Bradley grabs your ass, keeping you pressed firm against him as he teeters further into the apartment.

You tease his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, lightly tracing the pink skin until his mouth parts in invitation. You moan quietly as the taste of him– faint traces of fruit from the cider he was drinking, a bit of mint from the Altoid he’d slipped earlier- greets you. His tongue slides against yours, hot and eager to taste you in kind.

How many surfaces does Bradley press you against before deciding on the couch? There was the console by the front door, where he stopped only briefly so you both could kick off your shoes while he kissed and licked down your neck. The kitchen door frame so he could grind his hips against yours until you whined. Then he’d deposited you on the arm of the sofa, only to sink to his knees a moment later and bury his head between your thighs. Only then did he settle on the couch with you on top of him.

You reach for his belt immediately, undoing the buckle and then popping the button on his jeans. In no time you’ve got a hand wrapped around his cock, and are stroking him slowly.

“Not that I don’t enjoy where this is going,” Bradley groans, voice muffled by your tits as he presses open-mouthed kisses along the plunging neckline of your dress. “But what’s gotten into you?”

“Three margaritas and my smokin’ hot boyfriend,” you say, twisting your wrist.

He groans, and the pleasure-warped sound sends a jolt through your body. “Haven’t gotten in you yet.” Bradley chuckles, low and throaty.

“Yeah, well what are you waiting for?” You ask.

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do.” His smoked-whiskey eyes meet yours. “You’re calling the shots, remember?”

You sit back slightly. “Take my dress off.”

A grin slowly spreads over his face. “There you go, honey. Now we’re in business.”

He gathers the skirts of your dress in both hands and slowly slides it up your body. The heat of his calloused fingers sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. You lift your arms, and Bradley eases the dress over your head and tosses it onto the ground.

He tilts his head to the side. “And?”

“And your shirt. I don’t want to rip the buttons accidentally.”

Bradley kisses along your jaw as he unbuttons the shirt with steady fingers. “You like the shirt?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders out of the silk and dropping it on the floor near your clothes.

“Love it. I want you to wear it again.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He grins. “You got it, babe. What’s next?”

“Next, you kiss me,” you whisper and slot your lips against his.

Bradley’s mouth devours you, hot with a passion that makes you dizzy. His hand trails up your body to cup your breast. His fingers slip past the lace of your bra and flick at your nipple until it hardens. You grind your hips down onto his thigh, gasping against his lips when your clit catches on the rough material of his jeans.

“Fuck, baby.” Bradley breaks the kiss to watch your desperate movements. “Look at you all worked up. All because of me and that fucking shirt?” He asks and fits his other hand against your hip to guide your stilted rhythm.

You nod, head tilting back at the delicious friction. Your toes curl as the fierce heat of pleasure overtakes your senses. You’re greedy with it, chasing after the spark that will set the smoldering flames ablaze. You get closer to it with every desperate rock of your hips.

Bradley leans back against the cushion. “That’s it,” he murmurs encouragement. “Get yourself off on my thigh. You’re so fucking hot.”

You whine, nails digging into his shoulder as an anchor. “Bradley.”

“I’m right here, honey,” he grins up at you. “Keep going. Make a mess all over me.”

Shivers wrack your body, and something akin to fire rushes over your skin. The beginnings of something heady and sweet swells within you. You rock your hips steadily, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, intent on reaching it.

Bradley’s mouth charts a wanton path over your skin. From mouthing at the pulse point of your jaw, to a chaotic, sloppy zig zag down your throat. His tongue darts out to taste the salt on your skin, the perfume dabbed in the hollows of your collarbone, until he reaches the barrier of your bra.

It’s off in seconds, clumsily joining the growing pile of clothes gathering at the foot of the sofa. The tip of his tongue traces the swell of your breasts. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin, teasing goosebumps and blood to the surface. Then his warm lips chase the sting away, pressing soft kisses over the secret blossoming marks.

You cry out when his mouth closes over your nipple, sucking and gently biting. You arch into his touch, a silent plea for more. Your orgasm so close, you can almost taste it, sticky and sweet, in the back of your throat.

“‘M close,” you whisper, fingers gripping Bradley’s shoulders like a life raft.

“That’s my girl. Come for me, baby,” Bradley mumbles against your spit-slicked nipple. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Wanna see you come all over my thigh. Give it to me.”

Your head tilts back further, a silent moan on your tongue as the end rushes up to meet you. When you come, you come hard. Tiny peals of pleasure fall from your lips like a prayer. Gratitude and joy wrapped up in quiet moans and whimpers.

Bradley groans, watching you with hungry eyes. He takes in your every move. Each flutter of your eyelids, every twitch of your lips. The slack of your jaw, perfect lips shaping the syllables of his name over and over again. The way your body shudders as hot pleasure takes over.

You slump against his chest, boneless. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath.

“Goddamn,” he whistles. “I love watching you come.” The hand on your hip slides down to where your body is joined. His fingers swirl around in the slick mess pooled between you. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” He holds his fingers up to the light.

You blink, suddenly a little bashful about the growing wet patch on Bradley’s jeans. You avert your gaze, but Bradley clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“Look,” he says again, and this time you do. “That was all you. My perfect, gorgeous girl.” He brushes his thumb against your damp cunt and you groan. “So fucking wet. I can’t wait to be inside you.” His damp fingers wrap around his stiff cock. “What do you want, baby?”

You gently wrap your fingers around the gold chain hanging around his neck, and pull him closer to kiss him briefly. “Take your pants off,” you whisper when your lips part. “And then, I’m going to fuck you.”

Bradley must set a world record for how quickly he manages to get those jeans off and onto the floor. It’s a wonder you managed not to fall off of the couch.

You settle on top of him again and slide your panties to the side. You knock his hand out of the way and stroke his dick slowly. The groan Bradley lets out when you slowly sink down onto him borders on painful. His jaw flexes and he breathes deeply through his nose.

“Jesus,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking tight. Feel fucking incredible.” He wraps his large arms around your body and holds you as close as he can.

You whine at the stretch as you take him completely. You set a leisurely pace, allowing you and Bradley to just feel each other. Letting the heat build in your chest and well over. Your breathing slows, matching the steady up and down of Bradley’s shoulders. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and you can feel each of his dewey, warm exhales on your skin.

“Just like that,” he whispers, his voice tight with the last remnants of his self-control. “Fuck me, baby. You do it so well.”

That sets you off. You abandon the slow rock of your hips and fuck him desperately. Your hips meet his in a sloppy rhythm. It’s a race towards the finish, towards satisfaction. You lean back, balancing your hands on Bradley’s knees in search of that angle that’ll have you seeing stars.

“Right there, right there, right there,” Bradley groans through gritted teeth. “That's right. Take it, honey. Use my cock and make yourself come. Wanna feel you dripping all over me. Shit.” A long, drawn out sound as your cunt squeezes around him, making his hips buck up to yours.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” you whine. Your nails dig shallow marks down his chest.

“Yeah. I know, sweetheart. I know.” He presses his thumb against your clit and rubs in time with the sloppy grind of your hips. “Wanna come, don’t you?”

“Yes.” You nod. “So bad.”

“Whatever you want. It’s all yours, baby,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His jaw clenches, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s so close to the edge. And you’re millimeters away from it yourself.

You squeeze your eyes shut and concentrate on the slick circles he thumbs against your clit. Warmth bursts low in your belly, growing ever brighter with each needy roll of your body. Between the thumb on your clit, and the gruff praises Bradley whispers, you’re wrecked. Shattered. Barely hanging on to your sanity.

“Gonna come,” you whimper.

“There’s my girl. That’s it, baby,” Bradley praises, making your stomach flip. “Let go for me.”

Your thighs grow taut, legs trembling around his waist as you reach the blissful peak. You fall against Bradley’s chest, but he’s right there, sturdy and strong. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as his hips fuck up into you, shoving you deeper into the throes of passion.

“Fuck, honey. Shit. Feel so good when you come.” Bradley’s right behind you, coming inside you with a strangled groan. His grip on your body so tight, you know you’ll have some bruises on your hips tomorrow.

You melt into his arms, body lax against his as your heartbeat resumes a normal pace.

Bradley nudges his nose against yours and kisses your lips sweetly. “You good?” He asks.

“Better than good. On Cloud 9, actually.” You run your fingers through his hair and play with his damp curls. “Feel free to wear that shirt more often.”

He laughs. “Oh, I will. Especially if it’ll lead to this.” Bradley smacks your ass.

You give him a smirk. “I never stood a chance. You know what they say about giving a woman margaritas.”

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muxshwriting · 8 months ago

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like real people do

Spencer Reid x reader

summary: an undercover mission reveals some deep secrets between the two of you || warnings: general FBI talk (it's the murder-stabbing show, be real) || words: 827|| masterlist

"Reid and Y/L/N, you’re going undercover together to find our unsub. We know he’ll be at this club so keep an eye out for someone that matches the profile."

You and Spencer catch each others eyes and you smile softly. He smiles back. Maybe this won't be so bad...

You're look back in the mirror, looking at the dress you're wearing, your makeup and your hair. You mess with it a bit, curling pieces around your fingers, pulling others back and pinning them in place. The dress is shorter than you'd like and has a sheer section up the side. It makes you feel sexy, sure but it also is far more revealing than your usual work attire. Spencer is going to see you in this, the guy you've likes since two months into the job.

Calling it a day, you grab your purse and walk out of your bathroom. Emily is sitting on your bed, playing with her nails and waiting for you. She looks up as you walk in, wolf whistling.

"You look good Y/N."

"Really?" You ask. "It isn't too much or too little? What if-"

"Spencer will love it." Emile jested. "Don't worry."

A knock at the door stops your worrying as you walk to answer it. Spencer is standing on the other side. Except he's not dressed in his silly sweaters and his ties. He's in a ruffled white shirt and a jacket. He looks hot and you find yourself blushing before you can stop thinking about him.

He smiles and your heart swoons all over again. He looks you up and down, a small pink blush dusting his own cheeks. Without saying a word, you reach up and unbutton another button on his shirt so it doesn't look so neat.

"Now you're perfect."

"I- uh-" Spencer stuttered as he tried to speak. "You- You look great!"

"Thanks. You too."

He clears his throat. "Shall we go?" He offers you an arm and a shy smile. You take his arm gladly and let him lead you out the door.

The club is crowded but you find a table in the corner and plant you and Spencer behind it. His arm is lazily thrown around the back of you, pushing his shirt and jacket open even more. You tear your eyes away, looking for your unsub. The two of you sit in silence, sipping drinks and observing everyone as some danced and swayed to the music.

You lock eyes with a man standing stilted at the bar, his knuckles are white around his glass and he matched the profile perfectly. You break eye contact, moving your head to whisper in Spencer's ear. "By the bar, eleven o'clock."

You watch as Spencer's eyes scan the bar until he sees the same man you did. He's not looking directly at you anymore but he's still glancing in the general direction, keeping you in his peripheral. Spencer texts Garcia, who's watching through cameras and she gets to work.

The unsub's eyes are back on you again, this time glancing down at Spencer's phone and narrowing his eyes.

"Kiss me." You whisper softly.

"What?"

"Like real people do," you beg. "Just kiss me."

He takes no less than a second to crash his lips into yours. They fit together perfectly, melting the worry in your brain. He tastes sweet, like the jelly beans you know he's hiding in his jacket for you when you get hungry. It's heaven for a moment before he pulls away and you're brought back to reality.

But his hand stays on your thigh and he presses his forehead to yours as he catches his breath. You quickly glance over his shoulder at the unsub. He's not looking anymore but he has gotten up and stood closer.

"I love you." You whisper.

Spencer's eyes snap to yours as his eyebrows knit together. He moves away from you, adjusting his jacket and letting out a shaky breath.

Inside, you're terrified that you've ruined everything so you calmly gather your things and stand up. Spencer watches you leave, throwing down cash and rushing after you, following you into the night.

A week later, Spencer finally manages to corner you by the coffee machine.

"Hey, can we talk?"

You slowly nod, dreading every word.

"When you said 'I love you' was that for the mission or-?"

Your eyes widen. "For the mission! Yeah. Definitely for the mission."

Spencer speaks slowly. "If it wasn't or the mission, hypothetically, I would ask you to say it again so I could reply the way I should have."

Hope flares in your chest as you look at him. "I love you."

He doesn't say anything, only surging forward once again to kiss your lips. Fireworks that you buried explode in a flurry of light as your heart beats even faster in your chest.

"I love you." He quietly says. "I've waited years to tell you, always afraid of your answer."

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 1 year ago

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 4

One God to Another | Loki x Reader

Loki begins your training at an unexpected moment, but you both end up learning something new.

Warnings: Loki gets wet! Suggestive descriptions. Reader is still locked up :(

Green divider by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

Loki sauntered out of the room, hiding his eagerness to see you behind his veil of teasing. Although he would’ve liked to go directly to your room, he detoured to Dr Banner’s lab at the request of Stark’s robot assistant. The god wasn’t particularly fond of disembodied, omniscient voices telling him what to do, that was more his game, but he followed the directions to Dr Banner’s lab nonetheless.

“Doctor,” he nodded, leaning against the large desk and folding his arms across his chest.

Bruce barely looked up from the complicated diagram infront of him. Loki knew that his presence made the man uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help how others reacted to him.

“Loki, she really seemed to engage with you last time. Do you think you could ask about the Grandad? We couldn’t find any guardianship order or documents linking them. I don’t even think their DNA matches.” Bruce said, removing his glasses and wiping them on his white lab coat. He looked up at Loki then, through blurry eyes, as if staring straight at the man would turn him to stone.

“Do you have a lot of experience with women, Doctor Banner?” Loki drawled, looking at his long fingers and neat nails.

Bruce flushed cherry red in answer.

“I find that women do not respond to being interrogated.” Loki pulled the cuffs of his shirt down and the starched fabric became tighter, moulding to his muscular torso and broad shoulders.

“We just need the information, Loki. Not a date.” Bruce grumbled. “Just ask her.”

“Ask her?”

“About her Grandad,” Bruce was clearly frustrated, but kept his voice to a quiet hiss, still hidden behind his workbench.

“Hmmm…no. I’ll talk to her how I want, I’ll do what I want and what’s more, so will she.” Loki walked backwards towards the door, “and maybe, if you all behave, I’ll share with you.” He gave one last smirk before pushing both doors open and striding back into the corridor.

Loki knocked on the locked door of your room, you'd made it clear you wanted respect and, what's more, Loki believed you deserved it. An honour that he knew you didn't yet understand.

“Yes?” When he pressed the intercom button, he heard your voice as a thin, wary whisper.

He entered slowly and smiled as you turned to greet him, the bracelet on your wrist caught the sun, sending sparkles of green dancing over the white clinical surfaces. He wasn’t sure if you would want to keep it on but his chest swelled at the sight of his colours complimenting you so well.

“Loki!” You smiled when you saw him, when was the last time anyone had smiled at his presence? “You came back!”

“I promised I would, did I not?” He grinned as you reached out your hand to him.

“I wanted to show you something.” You pulled him over to the smaller mirror, the real mirror, that was placed over the wash basin.

Standing in front of him you stared at your reflection, concentration written on your brow. Loki stared too and then, in the corner of your eye, a gold fleck appeared. You smiled and then gold took over the whole of your left iris and then the right.

You looked at him through the mirror, “I did that, I thought about it and I did it."

You swivelled to face him and he couldn’t help but touch you, hands on each cheek, to better examine your changing countenance and your beaming smile.

“Very good Little ásynja, it seems you did not need my assistance after all.”

“Oh no, I do, I do. This took all morning. I want to do more, I want to control my hair and my height - and -and I want to stop people being uncomfortable around me. I want them to kiss the right people, not me, and -”

Loki ran his thumb over your bottom lip to quiet your rambling. It was a risk, but you didn’t seem to mind the attention or the touch, in fact the air got thicker in the room the longer he touched you, hot and close, his heart sped up again and sweat formed on his brow.

“Little ásynja we can practise all of those things, but we should start small.”

“Yes, teach me please.” You bounced on your heels, a glow filling the room as the sun hit full in the sky. Loki looked at his watch, 3pm. The sun was in the wrong place.

“Calm down, please. Darling,” he smoothed a hand over your hair and down your back, stilling you for a moment. “First let us find you some calm and then we will practise a simple trick.”

“Calm?”

“Yes, you must be calm so you can free your mind to explore your magic. What would make you relaxed?” Loki had a good idea of what he’d like to do to help relax you, something akin to his last visit but maybe with less clothing, but considering the sun was still in the wrong place and he wasn’t entirely sure you’d noticed, he decided to take it slow. “A bath maybe?”

You nodded, “that would be wonderful, the shower here is horrible.”

Loki waved a hand, checking for cameras and dropping fabric across the mirror again.

“A bath sounds like a good idea,” another wave and a huge copper bath appeared, high at the back with a small table next to it covered in coloured bottles and squares of lined cloth.

“Incredible,” you breathed, running a finger along the top edge, “it’s warm!” You let out a giggle and Loki could see how the mortals were so enamoured with you, your smile was infectious, bubbling as high as the bath. And as he looked at you, a feeling of joy washed over him too.

You looked around nervously, and Loki worried you might ask him to leave. Instead he resolved to make himself integral to your relaxation process, if he was indispensable then he could stay.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, “sometimes the women of Asgard would wear linen shifts when bathing in public,” his magic simmered and a soft white cotton shirt appeared around your body, a thin lace keeping it together between your breasts and collar bone.

“It’s comfortable,” you observed, playing with the lace.

“Good,” Loki smiled softly and held his hand out to help you over the tall side of the bath, and you paused there, your hand in his.

“The room isn’t very relaxing,” you glanced at the medical bed, the plain table and small window.

“Agreed," a gold halo surrounded the room, the walls darkening into wood panels, the tiny window widening into a fireplace complete with roaring fire.

“Loki, it's beautiful,” you breathed. And there was that smile again, so genuine and warm. Loki tipped his head towards the bath and supported your weight as you climbed in.

Settling against the high copper back of the bath, you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of the water soothing your body. The shift floated around you, giving you a distinctly angelic air that had Loki's trousers feeling uncomfortably tight.

Loki watched the pearls of water move across your body as you made waves with your hand, the smell of lavender oil permeating the room.

He took the opportunity to study your relaxed posture, no hint of inhibition when you put yours hands on the side of the bath. Loki could see your nipples, soft and pebbled, under the translucent linen and he ached to lean forward - to climb in - to sit behind you and hold you and be the one that grounded you in your body before he helped you unleash your magic.

Loki was clouded with lust, dizzy, the room was too hot and the steam rising from the bath was creating mist on the windows and mirror.

He reached a hand in, tracing down your side with his finger, his fingertips touched the underside of your breast lightly and you sucked in a breath, holding still.

Loki looked up, catching your eyes, trapped by the black and gold that stared back. So unnatural that the hair stood up on the back of his neck. The ends of your hair stuck to your shoulders and he couldn't quite catch the colour or the texture as it shimmered and changed, your magic evaporating from you like steam and you were staring at him, boring into his soul.

“Shall we do some magic?” You asked, reaching a damp hand out to him and flicking scented water over his face.

Anger flashed through Loki's mind, immediately replaced by confusion when he saw your face, a smile at the corner of your lips. You were…playing with him.

And then the smile fell and he studied your face. Were you nervous now? When you were so happy and relaxed before.

Maybe his anger had shown too much, his confusion that anyone would want to play with or tease him, and you had retreated into yourself.

Loki steeled himself, trying to release the side of his mischief that had been hidden for a long time, the side that laughed and joked and wanted to make others laugh too.

He pulled his hand back and scooped up the water, splashing you back.

Now it was your turn to sit in shock and his heart beat loud in his ears, waiting for you to react.

Water trickled down over your cheeks and lips as they turned up into a broad smile and he matched it, flicking water from the ends of his fingers and revelling in the sound of your giggles.

His magic welled inside of him, roiling and rising at it had a thousand years ago when he was a God, and not an invader, he felt his sedir deep within himself, connected to you and Midgard. The vacant feeling that missed Asgard was hollow, but surrounded by new branches, new links, and for once he didn’t feel unwell or tired. He felt like a God.

You played for a while, splashing water and allowing Loki to cast charms on the water that made waves appear, a row of magical ducklings, paddling towards you and from the depths of bath, a miniature whale, blowing fireworks as it breached the surface, it’s wide tail splashing you on it’s return to the deep.

He was incredible, this god before you, funny and kind and handsome. You knew his past, of course, but it was hard to believe that this Loki would willingly harm others. Tricks and mischief were one thing, that he radiated from his very being, but evil? Cruelty? It didn’t seem possible.

“Let us begin with an easy trick, one of my favourites," Loki said, and a small jug appeared in his hand. He filled it from the bath, while your keen eyes followed his every move until his arm snapped forward and he poured the jug over your head without warning.

Loki sat back on his heels and watched as you spluttered.

“Loki! What are you doing!”

He sat back with a grin. “Dry your hair.” He ordered, crossing his arms across his chest and leaving a damp spot on the sleeve of his shirt where he tucked his hands.

You glared at him, and then reached a hand out of the bath for a towel, but he closed his hand around wrist and slowly lowered it back into the water, “with magic,” he encouraged.

“How?”

“Just, think about it. Imagine how you want your hair to look after. You want it to be dry, but eventually you can practise changing the style, the colour, the textures. We won’t change the length or colour today, just dry it.”

You turned away from him and scrunched your face up in concentration, just dry it indeed, as if it was that simple! He couldn’t help but smile, you just looked so cute with your eyes closed, focussing so hard. The thought of you laughing and smiling with him again was in his head before he could do anything to stop it.

As the God of Mischief, Loki had spent a good deal of his childhood playing tricks and games, making fun and pulling pranks. As an adult he had assumed that he needed to evolve his pranks, make them grander. But perhaps this easy jesting was what his heart truly needed. He felt light and carefree watching you splutter as, rather than dry, your hair seemed to get wetter and heavier. Your nose wrinkled and the ends of your hair began to lighten, no longer heavy and weighed down with water.

“Ásynja, look,” you opened your eyes and looked into the small mirror Loki held for you, grinning at your reflection.

“It’ll take ages for the rest to dry though,” you grouched, touching the top of your head which was still soaking wet, but the ends were perfectly dry.

“You should be proud of your achievement,” Loki lifted your chin with a finger, “do you think those mortals can do this? No. It is hard because it is special. Again,” he snapped his fingers and water appeared above your head, dousing you once more.

“You bastard!” You laughed, snatching the jug and pouring water over him in return. Loki would normally have pulled his knives by now at such an insult, the bitter feeling of loneliness, of being the punchline of a thousand jokes for a thousand years mellowing into a distant hum as you giggled at him through your own wet hair. And Loki laughed too, a deep rumbling laugh that broke out of him and filled the room until you were both sucking in your breath, hiccuping and clutching your sides.

Loki managed to calm down long enough to bring you both back to your lesson. His smile lingered at the corners of his lips when he spoke again.

“Watch, think about being dry, picture it. And-” Loki moved his neck, the water vanishing from his shoulders and hair, the trickle on his nose gone.

You stared, in awe, and then your features shifted into a determined stare. “I think it’s harder when I’m still in the water,” you stood then, unabashed, and climbed out of the tub, dripping on the floor until a rug appeared under your feet.

You closed your eyes, clenched your fists and muttered to yourself, shifting your body as Loki had. The feeling of clinging linen was gone, instead you felt warm but dry, the hair stuck to your face was now perfectly dry and styled. You cracked one eye open and caught your reflection in Loki’s mirror.

“I did it!”

“Well done Ásynja, darling you’re doing so well!” Loki glowed with pride, you were learning quickly, discovering the depths of your magic with precision and focus.

“Now we have learnt some magic for you to practise, what else do you desire?” Loki had been hoping to guide you to himself as he watched your nipples harden under the linen of your shift.

You walked to the fireplace peering at it and inspecting the mantle that Loki had created.

“I want out of this room.” You said seriously “I won’t be a danger, I promise, I just want to be free.”

“I will do my best, darling, but you must understand they do not trust me either.”

“What about your brother?”

“Thor?”

“Yes, can he help? I’ll promise him to be good too, I really won’t start any fires,” Loki felt a little sick at the thought of you speaking to Thor, it hadn’t crossed his mind that at some point he’d have to share your attention with anyone else, especially not another God. And that you would be ‘good’, he didn’t want you to be good for anyone. He wanted you to be carefree, daring, perhaps even a little wicked. He wanted to be the one to set you free. He hadn’t realised how lonely he had this time with you, his icy demeanour thawing under the rays of your smile.

“I can discuss the matter with him,” Loki agreed. “He has their favour so may be of use.”

There was a curt knock at the door, Loki was still being heavily monitored and he was sure they wouldn’t be happy about the curtain or him breaking the cameras again.

“I must go, my Little Ásynja, I will return as soon as I can,” the glimmer that Loki had created around the room changed and the sterile environment reappeared.

You took Loki by the hand and squeezed for a second, “I’ll miss you,” you gave him a shy smile and he bent down in return, aiming to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. But you turned your head, pressing your petal soft lips against his and stole a single kiss.

Loki, surprised and flustered by such a bold move, only stepped back, attempting to rein in his control.

“I shall miss you too darling, but I will be back.” He closed the door behind him, taking one last look at you before the lock slammed into place.

Loki found Thor in the main common room deep in conversation with his fellow Avengers.

“Brother, what have you discovered?!” Thor waved him closer, patting the seat next to him on the sofa.

“Why do you keep covering the mirror,” Steve asked, fiercely, speaking over Thor. Loki decided to ignore him. Your need for privacy was obvious, if the Captain couldn’t understand that then it was beyond explanation.

“You must release her. Give her a real room. Under my tutelage she is gaining control of her powers. She has not changed appearance, she is the same height. And she managed some simple magic today. Have no fear, mortals, the girl is no danger, just a little…wild, that’s all.” Loki took the seat next to Thor and inspected the cuffs of his shirt, the smell of lavender still clinging the the soft fibres.

“She is doing magic, that’s pretty dangerous.” Sam said, his concern clear but without judgement. Sam was calculating without being ruthless, like Bruce he merely wanted to understand the fullness of the situation before committing himself. Steve and Tony, on the other hand, seemed to take only a split second before becoming agitated.

“We don’t even really know who she is. She won’t even give us a name.” Steve said before turning to Loki. “But you, you call her something, what does it mean?” His tone took on an accusatory edge, his arms folded across his chest.

“Quit it Steve,” Sam tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to sit down again, “Loki is here to help.”

“What does he call her?” Thor asked, gleefully, leaning forwards in his chair.

“Would you like me to continue to teach her to control her magic? Because she requires freedom, air, access to the elements and to peace.”

“No.” Steve insisted.

“I understand,” Loki began to tease. “She is far too terrifying a being to bring out here, with your-” Loki waved his hand at the assembled group “-’heroes’. We wouldn’t want to frighten them with their own secretive, lusty, thoughts.” Loki kept his eyes trained keenly on the Captain while he lifted an eyebrow, itching for him to fight back, to fall into his traps.

“Assinyar or something, ” Steve answered Thor.

“Ásynja?” Thor asked, gleefully.

“Yes!”

Thor looked at Loki, half with love and the other half brotherly mischief, and tipped his head to the side.

“Ásynja, is that so?” Thor appeared to think for a moment, before settling back on Steve. “Loki is right.” Thor agreed, and the god almost fell off his chair, “if she is to be an Avenger she must learn with the group.”

Loki smiled genially, “Thank you, Thor.” But deep down his heart clenched at the thought of handing you over to the Avengers for good.

To Loki’s relief plans had been put in motion to secure you a new lodging in the compound and it wasn’t long until he was was called down to your new room, according to Bruce you would see no one but Loki, even if it was to grant you some form of freedom around the compound. Your bedchamber was to be opposite Loki’s in the guest suite and, for insurance, Thor had been moved as well. Loki assumed Thor would be put out by his move, but he instead seemed thrilled to be taking part in such menial tasks as moving his clothes, treating the entire morning as a jolly game while Loki’s thoughts swirled frantically.

Loki had been delighted by the news, appearing early and trimmed out in his finest Asgardian leathers to accompany you around the compound to your new quarters. But he was still uneasy about the Avenger’s involvement and, somewhere deep down, concerned about your true nature.

All thoughts were forgotten as soon as you smiled at him though, taking his hand in your own and walking close by his side back to your new rooms.

“They don’t like me anymore,” you’d mumbled, taking an extra step to keep up with his long strides.

“They are selfish. They are fickle. They are mortal. We must make allowances.” Loki answered, briskly, tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow.

“You keep saying they are mortal like I’m not. What did you see when you saw my memories?” You came to a stop and stood before him, hands on your hips as your piercing gaze bore into his own.

Loki was taken aback, he hadn’t realised you were aware of him entering your thoughts. He was speechless, how was he to explain what he had seen?

“Let us sit down, darling,” Loki looked very serious and it did nothing to fade your fears. “If I tell you all now, well, I don’t know what would happen. I believe the common parlance on Midgard is 'blow your mind’?”

“Wow, okay. So. That bad?” You chewed your lip.

“You remember your Grandfather, yes”

“Yes”

“When did you go to live with him Ásynja?”

“When I was very young.”

“And do you know your age, have any pictures or memories, school books? Do you mean you were a babe in arms, or a child?”

“Well, no,” you looked frightened suddenly, your eyes darting back and forth as you dove into your memories. He was right, you couldn’t remember.

“No. Because, my darling, he was not your grandfather. I have yet to discover who he truly is because you don’t know.”

“That means, at some point, I did at least know that he wasn’t my Grandad?”

You were smart, he liked that.

“Perhaps, yes.”

“Why did I stay? Why was I there then?”

“Darling you were drugged. Sedated. Kept there. You are much older than they thought and t that old man and he is not your grandfather.”

“Wait, what, go back. How old am I?”

“So as to avoid 'blowing your mind’ let��s go backwards slowly so you can get used to it. If you were, say, twenty-five,you would have been born in the late 1990s. But I have seen your memories of you at Glastonbury, 1970.”

“Wow, as, like, a kid?” You sat heavily on one of the modern leather couches dotted about the corridors.

“No,” Loki put his hands on either side of your face, “just like this, except you were powerful, in control. You’ve done this before, that’s how I know you can control these powers.” Standing over you like this, he blocked the light until all you could see was his serious face looking back. Loki concentrated on the memory he had seen and he could feel you searching for it too as he slipped back inside of your memories. You smiled as the images came flooding back, the smell of beer and flowers and patchouli oil, the feel of the sun on her bare skin, long linen skirts wrapping around her knees and ankles as she danced in circles.

You pulled away with a gasp, “Have you told the others?”

“No,” Loki looked affronted. “Of course not.”

“Okay, good. Good.” You chewed the tip of your thumb again absently. Loki reached his hand over to your mouth, brushing your thumb away with his own.

“And I never will unless you want me to.” He insisted, cupping your cheek in one broad hand. He was as cool as always, but it was a welcome relief to your heated body. Whatever was going on was deeper than you’d thought, just some mutant gene that had been dormant during your childhood. To be alive in 1970 and still looking as you did…that was something more.

“Let’s keep it between us.” You waved a hand between the small gap between you both and how could he do anything but obey when you looked at him like that.

Loki nodded, taking your hand and leading you further down the corridor towards your new rooms, you were silent for a while and then, as if struck by lightning, you were full of energy.

“Well. Now I know I’m powerful, I can show you something!” You looked excited and Loki brimmed with pride that he had brought this excitement, this assurance, out of you. “I’ve been practising.”

Loki knew you had, your appearance had been stable for the last three days, even when you were angry you’d manage to maintain yourself. Plus, he had heard you training, muttering encouragement to yourself as you stared in the mirror. All you had to say was his name and it became a prayer chant in his mind.

You took Loki’s hand between your small palms, one hand above and one below. When you pulled them away you slowly revealed a thin silver ring with a delicate, dark sapphire set deep into the band.

“A gift,” you whispered looking up at him through your lashes, “from one god to another.”

And he kissed you, he couldn’t help it, you were all consuming. Your magic tangible, drawing him closer until he was engulfed by it, swallowed in the glow that you created, the sunlight and heat spreading from your body across and mixing with the crackle of his own magic. Was it sedir or lust at your fingertips, he couldn’t tell until they burnt him.

Loki took your wrists, holding you away from him with a jovial smile.

“Darling, please desist from burning me."

<<Part 3

Part 5>>

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flowerpotmage · 1 year ago

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Caught in the Rain

Bucky comes by for a visit, and you both get caught in the rain.

Pair: James "Bucky" Barnes & GN!Reader

Notes: fluff and kisses and Bucky just being a ray of sunshine

Word Count: 1k

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A concrete bench in the rain is arguably not the ideal setting for the purpose of basking in nature. Even shielded somewhat from the drops of water that fall from the sky, the concrete soaks up the atmospheric moisture and chills the uncomfortably hard surface further—even through your raincoat. Still, the smell of the rain, the petrichor of wet grass and concrete, blankets you with all the peace and comfort of a homemade family quilt.

A chirp in your pocket disrupts your pensive state, and after a short pause, you reach into your pocket for your Stark Phone. The screen wakes when you lift it to your face, a message in glowing letters disrupting the soft gray air with harsh white-blue light.

Almost there

It’s less than a minute later when the author rumbles around the corner on his motorcycle, slowing to a stop at the sidewalk in front of your bench. You stand when he kicks down the stand, all wet black cloth and leather and sleek dark helmet, unable to hide your broad grin as he lifts the helmet off his head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you. The rain is only a drizzle now, so you step out onto the unsheltered sidewalk towards him. “How about this rain, huh?”

You chuckle. “I don’t mind it. Was the ride bad?”

He shakes his head slightly, smiling his little half smile and keeping his eyes on yours. The blue sparkles brightly against the black of his clothes and the gray of the buildings and skies behind him. “Peace of cake.”

You close the distance, holding a hand out to him. He balances his helmet on his lap, reaching out his glove-covered flesh hand to take yours and squeeze it gently. The misty drizzle dusts his long dark hair with silver droplets, the strands messy from the helmet and tucked behind his ears.

“I know the plan was to go back,” he says, eyes crinkling further as you swing your hands between the two of you. “But I don’t wanna risk the wet roads with you on the bike.” His face turns apologetic.

“What, you mean the bike doesn’t turn into a car at the push of a button?�� you tease, stepping into his space to brush a stray droplet of water from his hairline. Your thigh presses against the outside of his own, and his knee, from where he still sits on the bike. “It’s okay, James. We can stay at my place tonight, or until it dries up.”

His smile turns to one of gratitude, lifting your hand to kiss the knuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll go park and meet you back here.”

You nod, stepping back and squeezing his hand before letting go. He pulls his helmet back on and rides off around the other corner where the nearest parking garage waits. You follow on foot.

Bucky laughs when he finds you waiting at the garage entrance, helmet in his left hand. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum in affirmation. “Plus, standing around was getting boring.”

“Fair enough,” he says, kissing the top of your hair when he reaches you, now as wet as his.

You smile, eyes closing and taking his free hand. “I know you said the ride was fine, but how was the rain, really?”

“Should’ve checked the weather and borrowed a car,” he says, and the two of you begin the short walk back to your building, hand in hand. “But it’ll be nice to have a night off the compound.”

“Getting tired of your roommates already?”

“Maybe you just want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

The flattered and flustered warmth that rushes through you makes the sudden downpour all the more icy, shocking a gasp from you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Bucky says, tugging your hand. “Let’s run for it.”

With one hand in Bucky’s and the other trying to pull your raincoat hood up over your head, you jog behind Bucky back to your building. Puddles splashing under your feet cast water onto one another’s legs, rainwater dripping down your neck and into your shirt collar, then down your back. Already, just steps from the front door, you can feel yourself shivering.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re soaking,” Bucky says, looking at you with sympathy as he pushes through the front door and pulling you in after him. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He’s not as soaked as you are, apparently, his motorcycle gear having kept him shielded from the worst of it. You both know he doesn’t need the same protection as most for a simple ride, but when you’d told him once how nervous it makes you, he made a point to dress the part for your peace of mind—with, of course, the additional knowledge that you found motorcycle gear quite attractive. Though the gear had kept his body mostly dry, his hair is plastered to his skin, dark brown soaked to black and clinging to his jaw and his neck.

He keeps an arm around you in the elevator, rubbing your arm to warm you up through several floors and then down your hallway.

“Still can’t get over how you’re not cold,” you say, shivering as he closes your front door.

He chuckles. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”

Bucky helps you take off your raincoat, your jacket. Your shirt underneath is still somewhat dry at least, but your skin is cold and clammy and Bucky wraps his arms around you, rubbing his flesh hand vigorously up and down your back to warm you up, peppering kisses on your hair and forehead.

“Buck,” you say. “Your clothes are soaking too, I don’t know how much this is gonna help–”

“Shit,” he says, pausing. He pulls back slightly, pressing another kiss to your face, the skin on your cheek under your eye.

You chuckle, still shivering slightly and watching with a smile as he sheds his jacket.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he says, pressing another kiss to your face and wrapping you back up in his arms. While your skin is damp and cold, the small amount of moisture on his skin has done nothing to temper the steady warmth of his body, and you can’t help but burrow further into his embrace.

“It’s okay, angel,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Still holding you close, he does his best to walk the two of you to the bathroom. He’s only slightly hampered by the numerous kisses the two of you begin exchanging in some sort of childish competition, broken by smiles and chuckles, and ended only when he pulls one of your towels off the rack to start drying you off.

“Your hair,” you say, feeling much like a troublemaking kitten after a flea bath with the way he playfully roughs the towel around your back, practically scrubbing the water off your skin. He leaves the towel around you, carefully draped over your shoulders like a shawl, and takes the second towel in the room to dry his hair.

“Better?”

“Better.”

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vidalinav · 29 days ago

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Stu(died) Bonus Scene 1

Summary: This is how Nesta gets Cassian's hoody.

Nesta heads to the campus library after her shift and it’s not to study. It’s to feel paper on her fingertips. To hide behind a shelf and sit at the bottom, wading through carpeted seas. There’s something about the smell of books. Home is not a place that is hours away, but a place between pages that she can’t begin to fathom or feel.

Nesta can read it though.

She can smell it.

And yes, maybe the semester is getting a little too heavy and so her thoughts are weighing down on her. If only she could carry a thousand books instead of working another shift, or writing another paper, or twisting her brain to remember every detail of a lecture. Her professors are starting to sound like the adults in Charlie Brown. Wha wha’s instead of the explanation on the electrical activity of the heart.

Rip out her aorta, already. Each ventricle and vein. Press words instead of notes into the cavity. Nesta wants it to fill her... to feel full... to feel... happy again.

Because she’s starting to feel only tired.

And yes, she needs sleep. A shower. Some food. But Nesta thinks of books instead of walking home after her shift. She lugs herself to the elevator, presses the button for the fourth floor and she breathes in the smell of old paper.

No one will ask where she is. Nesta works too much for anyone to guess that she might not be where she’s supposed to be, so hours will pass between shelves and there’s nothing romantic about the way her arms hug her knees, because no one else will be there to hug her. Because who will care about her if all she does is work?

But Nesta won’t cry.

Or at least she says she won’t. She’ll let the books calm her back into decency and composure. Enough to go home and do her homework for the night, because it’s still due in the morning.

Everything seems to be due tomorrow and the night arrives sooner than she thinks.

Nesta’s not crazy enough to sleep here, but she knows some people will. It’s easy to do when there are students gulping down Red Bulls until their body is 70% caffeine. There’s only so many all-nighters you can pull, before the inevitable crash, but Nesta has not pulled her fair share.

In fact, there’s nothing really wrong.

Or at least she says there isn’t.

She’s alone on a Thursday and tomorrow it'll be Friday and her friends will be planning a movie while Nesta thinks of work. Shifts in between studying.

But she’s used to it. She’s done this before. Nesta does this every semester... and every semester more, she scurries through the shelves, peaking through hallways. Every semester she sits on the floor, waiting for books to tell her how she feels.

Nesta doesn’t truly know.

Most of the time in the library, well... she’s annoyed. Irritated at something Cassian says or the way he doesn’t do what she tells him. She fumes, nagging and bitter as she taps at his textbook and for some reason that feels... good.

It at least feels better than this. This awful, nothing feeling. This tired, resigned woe. This if no one knows I exist, do I? feeling.

Will this be her life for four more semesters?

Nesta sighs, squeezing tighter at her knees.

And it's dark by the time Nesta leaves. As she walks out of the library, the night takes a bite... a little nibble before Nesta stops at a lamp post, safe in its shade.

And... well, night is only scary for women, she thinks.

That must be what sits on her chest, maybe.

There’s a story that people pass around like nighttime fairytales about a girl who was stabbed on campus three years ago. It’s why their campus has emergency alarms at every corner and why there’s a buddy system for late night trips back home.

But Nesta doesn’t think to call them. Nesta does everything herself.

Alone, she thinks... and it might not be fear that sits there, peeking through her skin.

It roars, she knows—that feeling.

The night is only scary for women.

That’s the greatest knowledge she’s learned and perhaps there is one feeling she can name instead of numbness. This great big... unfairness. Quiet in the solid night.

It is unfair that she is her. That she is a woman. It is unfair she is a student. That she is not even a rich student. That she has to study. That days pass and she studies. That years pass, and she’ll study for those too.

It is quite unfair that she is not a frat boy.

Not a privileged little frat boy whose dues would pay for her tuition... or her books... or her food. Three jobs? They’ve never heard of work.

Cassian has sure never heard of work. He eats privilege for breakfast. With his little silver spoon.

So, she doesn’t know why she calls him. She presses her thumb to the number before she can convince herself against it.

Nesta can hear laughter in the background. Giggling and bright.

Feminine.

“Nesta?” He answers, and his voice is rough with concern. Not at all with curiosity, though she’s never called him before.

“Cassian,” she breathes and there must be something in the sound of her voice. Something that means no arguing. No questions asked except for one.

“Nesta, where are you?”

She looks around the buildings. The yellow brick beneath her shoes could lead anywhere. To the library. To the closed restaurants stuck in dorm halls. “I’m on campus. Near... the business hall.”

“Wait there and I’ll come get you,” he says and for once Nesta doesn’t argue with him.

The lamp posts illuminate pockets of an abandoned campus, and the light means someone else exists. Nesta needs only to reach out a hand and he’ll be standing there.

Because she called.

Because he worries for her. She can hear it in his voice on the phone.

When he comes running, Cassian’s in pajama pants and a white tee. In the dark, his chest looks like the moon. He has his hoodie crumpled in his hands, and he holds out the shaded red urging her take it.

“It’s freezing out here,” she replies, tucking her hand into her pockets as if that might make him pull it back. Out of reach where her hands can’t grasp it without her permission.

“I know,” he says, firmly, “so wear my hoodie so you don’t freeze to death. You didn’t bring a coat?”

“It was warm earlier. I didn’t think I would be here this long.”

Cassian’s hair flops around his face as he tilts his head, scrunching up his brows. “Why were you? Didn’t you work today?”

“I just lost track of time,” she answers dismissingly. It's technically true, though she supposes time is not so easily tracked when she is often running out of it. She can’t stop thinking about classes, about money, about the future, about her lack of time. So Nesta shrugs. “The library makes me... calm—Why are you laughing?”

Cassian’s grin gets wider at her derisive tone. “I’ve just seen you get mad at me so many times in that library, I have a hard time imagining it makes you calm.”

Nesta can’t help but huff as she crosses her arms. She can feel the wind, her short-sleeved shirt barely covering anything. Cassian doesn’t seem to like that. He frowns at her arms, his brows permanently engraved.

“Still, take my hoodie,” he urges, “I don't like seeing you shiver when there’s a perfectly good hoodie right here going to waste.”

Cassian holds it out for her, but Nesta doesn’t want to take it. It seems too intimate. She doesn’t want to feel the cloth on her skin, warm from his body, wonder if that’s how his hugs must feel. She doesn’t want to know what he smells like, if she’ll ever be able to wash it off as if it permanently marks her skin.

Would she be okay with that—with having an essence of him burned into her memory? She thinks of those moths. They dive in out of light sockets because they can’t resist the glow. Is it his hoodie that she can’t resist? The color, it’s warmth. Is it him she moves to as he walks in the moon’s magic veil?

She can hear the buzz of bulbs of lamp posts and wonders if that’s an invitation to speak. She wonders if this is an invitation to wrap her arms around him and sink... to feel warmth where there is none.

To the moths, the moon is trapped in a lightbulb. To Nesta, the moon is captured on Cassian’s chest, and it might be a perfectly good place to rest her head for a while, if only she did not fear what that would make her feel.

It’s only as Cassian dips his head to catch her eyes that Nesta realizes she’s been staring at his bright white t-shirt.

“I can’t take it,” she says.

“It won’t bite Nesta, what are you afraid of?”

You, she wants to speak.

“Your cleaning habits,” she says instead.

Cassian rolls his eyes, but his hand still reaches out for her, that hoodie grasped in his palm.

Take it, the gesture says.

Nesta has never been fond of people telling her what to do.

“Cassian walked you home?” Gwyn asks. Nesta tries to hold the hoodie behind her back, but nothing can hide Cassian’s massive sweatshirt in her hands.

“Why didn’t you just call me?” Emerie says as she rubs a towel through her waves.

Nesta shrugs, “just the first number I saw.”

But she doesn’t let them ask any more questions before going to her room.

It’s late after all.

And in her room, when she’s supposed to be studying, Nesta looks to her bookshelf, then to the window where a white house sprawls across the lawn like a blinding star. The pen is already in her hand when her gaze drifts to paper. She thinks of his name in the corner of the first page and her pen moves across the third where chemical bonds are sprawled in light green.

I wish I could bottle every moment with you and keep it in a jar. Safe where I can see it.

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I told you I was back. Also college is hard y’all. I had to write something that captured that. Also every detail about campus was my campus!

Next chapter has tinges of nesta being sad and why so I had to set up some sort of transition.

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mykneeshurt · 2 years ago

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Holaaa, I love your writings 😩😫😩😫

I wanted to ask something if you still take requests! You’ve done one with flashing 🍒to the 141 team. Would you like to do one with Alejandro and Rudy? :P

Baha! Of course! Call sign is Bug. Make sure to book your flight to Paris.

Warnings - 18+, implied smut

Sat around the table in the rec room you were playing truth or dare with Soap. The dates were getting more and more insane, Soap knowing you weren’t one to chicken out. That was until he dared you to flash Rudy and Alejandro. ‘Soap. Fuck sake, I can’t do that! Price would have me by the balls!’ Soap shrugged, not feeling particularly kind that night. ‘Ooof sounds to be you might be a bit chicken’ he smirked. Knowing exactly what buttons to push.

‘Fine’ you scoffed ‘I ain’t having you have one up on me. You want me to do it right now?’ Soap nodded, an evil glint in his eyes. Sighing into your hands you laughed, you were going to get in so much trouble. You had always thought they were both insanely attractive though, what better way to get you noticed.

Both of you stalked the halls, keeping your eyes peeled for them both. Rounding the corner in one of the corridors you bumped into Ghost. He peered down at you both ‘I know that look. What are you both up to?’ Both giggling you wormed your way past him and sprinted down the hall shouting ‘nothing L.t! Promise!’ Ghost knew that was bullshit but he wasn’t getting involved.

Eventually you found them both in the shooting range, thank fully it was just those two in there. Shaking off your nerves you flashed Soap an evil glare, ‘No one’s forcing you to do this mInd’ he smiled.

‘You! You’re forcing me! Like fuck will I have you calling me a chicken’ you half whispered, half shouted while poking him in his chest. He gripped your shoulders ‘you got then hen.’

You took a deep breath and entered the shooting range, Rudy and Alejandro were practicing with a new model of Glock that had been purchased. After they had emptied their clips and removed their ear defenders they finally noticed you. ‘Hey bug! Everything ok?’ Rudy asked, a smile spreading across his face. ‘Yeah, everything fine, just wanted to run something by you.’

‘Oh?’ Alejandro muttered from behind Rudy, ‘and what’s that mi amor?’ You shuddered at his words, he meant it in a friendly way but that didn’t stop your panties from becoming wet. You didn’t realise you were staring, feeling frozen to the spot. ‘Bug?’ Rudy asked again, snatching you from the void.

Without even thinking you lifted your top, showing off your supple breasts which were encased in a ruby satin bra. It was a plunge bra, so your tits were pressed together tightly, amplifying your cleavage. You felt your cheeks becoming heated as your heart thumped erratically in your chest.

Rudy’s mouth fell open, his eyes scanning your figure before him, unsure of how to react. Alejandro tensed, his eyes widening at the shape of your tits being pushed together in the satin bra. Both their cocks hardened in their trousers, this little dare had set in motion a chain of events you never thought possible.

As you lowered your top, Alejandro and Rudy exchanged a glance. Speaking a language only they knew. Alejandro approached you placing his hand on your hip, his thumb massaging the fabric covered skin beneath. Rudy walked past you to shut the door to the firing range, locking it. Soap fought to hide a laugh knowing exactly what was about to happen, he’d have to swing past your room later.

#call of duty #cod mw22 #alejandro mw2 #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #rudy x reader #rudy mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #request

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moodymelanist · 2 years ago

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The Places That You've Been

happy day 4 of @nestaarcheronweek, everyone! This fic has been bouncing around my brain for a long time so it felt good to finally get it out lol. Fic title came from Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras. Hope you enjoy 💙

Summary: Cassian knows what he and Nesta have been doing is wrong. it doesn't stop him from doing it anyway.

Word Count: 5,045

TW for cheating. Smut lies ahead!

Read on AO3 here!

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Cassian

Cassian knew from the beginning that he shouldn’t have gotten anywhere close to Nesta Archeron, but he’d allowed himself to be sucked into her orbit anyway.

It all started innocently enough. He had to go to his editor’s fancy office in downtown Velaris to see the almost-final version of the newest book in his series — Lady Death and the Sword of Destiny — and he ended up taking the elevator up with an unfamiliar, but shockingly beautiful woman.

“What floor do you need?” he asked politely, using the question as a chance to study her more closely. She had on a dark blue dress with a high neckline that kept all the interesting parts covered, but did nothing to hide the sweeping curves underneath.

“Twelfth,” she responded just as politely. “Thank you.”

Cassian pressed the button and studied her further out of the corner of his eye. She was gorgeous, her golden-brown hair pulled into a low ponytail and her eyes looking even bluer from the color of her dress, and he idly wondered if she was new to the floor. With all the times he’d come to the office, he definitely would’ve remembered seeing someone who looked like that.

They got off on the same floor and Cassian motioned for her to go first. He got a quick smile for that, and as he followed her off the elevator, it didn’t take long for them to realize they were headed for the same place.

“Do you work at Velaris Editing, too?” the woman asked.

“Nah, I just have a meeting with one of the editors,” Cassian responded, pulling the door to the office floor open.

Their bewilderment only grew as they realized they were even headed for the same office. Cassian knocked on Mor’s open door and waved as she looked up, not a hair out of place on her pretty blonde head.

“Cassian,” Mor greeted him with a wide smile as he walked inside her office. It dimmed slightly when she realized he was standing next to the woman who’d ridden the elevator up with him. “I see you’ve met the newest addition to the editing team. Nesta, I’m sure you’re familiar with Mr. Valladares’ popular series.”

“Congrats on the new job,” Cassian told Nesta sincerely. He turned to make a face at Mor before adding, “And you know Cassian is just fine, Mor.”

“Thank you, sir,” Nesta replied, finding a solution that appeased everyone in the room. Cassian squashed down just how much he enjoyed hearing her call him sir so they could finish this conversation as professionally as possible. “My nephew's quite the fan of your books.”

“Yeah?” Cassian asked with a grin. “What’s his name?”

“Nyx,” Nesta answered with a long-suffering sigh. She looked like she wanted to say more, but then Mor cleared her throat. “I had a question about one of my assignments, but I can send you an email once I’m back in my office.”

“Sounds good, Nesta,” Mor told her. “I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

“Thank you, Mor,” Nesta said. She smiled politely at both of them before beginning to make her way out of Mor’s office. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Really, Cass?” Mor said the second Nesta had closed the door behind her. “You’re so predictable.”

“What?” Cassian replied incredulously. Everyone knew how much he hated all the formal bullshit, especially Mor, and he’d only been carrying the conversation forward like any decent person would. “It was the nice thing to do!”

“Shut the hell up and come open these boxes,” she demanded, completely ignoring what he’d said. “They’re heavy, and I know all those muscles aren’t for show.”

Cassian rolled his eyes but helped lift two heavy boxes onto the chairs in front of Mor’s desk. She grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced them open, revealing the shiny new covers of his latest release with a flourish. “Tada!”

“They look great, Mor,” he told her sincerely. He reached for a book and allowed himself a few seconds to remind himself of how far he’d come. “Really. I can’t wait until they’re released.”

“You and me both,” she replied. “Your fans have been hounding me on Twitter for weeks.”

“What can I say? They’re a very dedicated group,” he responded, grinning. He wanted to say more, but then his phone beeped, reminding him of the meeting he’d actually come to the office for. “I gotta go, I can’t be late for my meeting with Emerie.”

“Before you leave, do I need to remind you of our non-fraternization policy?” Mor asked sweetly.

Cassian glared at her. “First of all, I don’t work for you, so I’m not subject to that policy. Second of all, I’m married.”

“Shouldn’t those have been in reverse order?” she fired back, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Like you’re one to talk,” he retorted. Mor and Emerie had gotten together at their last job before moving over to Velaris Publishing, so they both knew she was being a hypocrite. Not that it mattered, anyway — no matter how stilted things felt at home, he was still married.

“That’s exactly why I’m talking,” she replied with a knowing look. “I have unique expertise in the matter.”

Cassian stood and grabbed two books from the top of the box with a wink. “Don’t work too hard, yeah?”

“Bold of you to assume I work at all,” Mor fired back with her own wink. “Now get the hell out of my office. I have actual clients to help.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He left her office and walked across the hall to where Emerie was waiting for him, her own copy of his newest book already in hand. The sheer amount of tabs sticking out from between the pages should’ve been illegal, but she wasn’t one of the best in the business for no reason. “Nice of you to join me, Cassian. Close the door.”

“Why do I feel like I’m in the principal’s office?” Cassian joked. He shut the door behind him like she asked and settled into one of the plush chairs in front of Emerie. “You look nice. Hot date tonight?”

Emerie sat back in her chair, her perfectly tailored pantsuit moving with her. “You’re the only thing keeping me from my hot date, so let’s get a move on.”

He decided to stop fooling around and get down to business, the two of them moving quickly to identify any discrepancies in the printed versions before them. They’d learned the hard way to not double-check as many times as possible before sending a book off for a full print run, and there were only so many times he could take fans pointing out mistakes to him.

The moment Emerie shooed him out of her office, Cassian wound his way through the maze of the floor toward the elevators. He was about to press the down button before he realized he was still holding one of the books in his hands, and made a split-second decision to do something nice instead of going straight home.

“Excuse me,” Cassian said, turning around to face the young woman working the receptionist's desk. “Do you have a pen I can borrow?”

“Sure do,” she replied. She handed over a dark blue pen and went back to typing.

Cassian placed the book on the desk and flipped open to the first title page, using his borrowed pen to write a quick note as neatly as he could manage. He didn’t know how old Nesta’s nephew was, so he decided to keep the note pretty simple. To Nyx — I hope you have fun enjoying this adventure a little early!

He signed his name with a flourish and somehow managed to find Nesta’s office without getting too lost. She looked up the moment he knocked, a surprised expression flashing across her features before settling back into careful neutrality. “Is there something I can help you with, sir?”

“I just came to drop this off,” Cassian answered. He handed over the book he’d just signed with a little grin. “I hope your nephew enjoys it.”

Nesta’s eyes widened slightly as she took the book from him, her fingers cool as they quickly brushed his. “This is — are you sure?”

“I signed it in pen, so I can’t exactly take it back,” he joked.

“But it won't come out for another month,” she protested, still looking a little shocked. “You won’t get in trouble?”

“I wouldn’t get in trouble for something like this,” he told her with a shrug. He’d been handing out advance copies of his books since forever, and if he could make another kid’s day, who was he to deny them that joy? “Besides, the kid clearly needs some good things in his life with a name like that.”

“My sister was very into Greek mythology growing up,” she responded dryly, relaxing a little once she accepted the gift and put it in her purse. Her eyes twinkled with amusement for a few moments before she sobered. “Seriously though, thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he told her with a little shrug. He wanted to say more but his phone was buzzing in his pocket, and he opened it to see Tanwyn asking if he’d be home for dinner tonight.

An excuse was ready on the tip of Cassian’s tongue to politely bow out of the conversation, but Nesta beat him to it. “I’ve taken up enough of your time. Thank you again for the book, sir.”

“You’re very welcome,” Cassian said back. “And really, just Cassian is fine. I hate all that formal sh— stuff. ”

“Alright, Cassian,” Nesta indulged him. “You just won me aunt of the year award, so if there’s anything I can do for you…”

Cassian knew she was just being polite, but it was hard not to let his mind wander toward all the things she could do for him, none of them appropriate to be thinking about right now. He forced all of that out of his mind as he made his way to the door. “I’ll keep that in mind. See you around, Nesta.”

She waved at him as he walked out of her office, and he made his way to the elevators as fast as he dared without looking suspicious.

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As life went on, Cassian supposed the worst part was how little his wife suspected was going on with him — actually, no. The worst part was how little he cared whether she knew what was going on. He knew he should give way more of a fuck about Tanwyn’s feelings, but it wasn’t like he’d actually betrayed her. He hadn’t laid a finger on Nesta, nor she on him, so what was a lingering stare here and there? What harm would a secretive little smile when he happened to see her before stopping into Mor’s office cause?

It turned out the answer was a hell of a lot.

Everything came to a head one night when Cassian was getting some work done in one of the empty offices at Velaris Editing. He had carte blanche to come into the office, use a free computer, and get some writing done whenever his home office wasn’t cutting it for him. He’d needed a serious location change after staring at the same group of mothers loop around his block for the fifth time, and he’d said fuck it and taken the short trip downtown to try and get something done here. He’d made a decent amount of progress on one of the chapters in his next book, enough for Mor to hopefully stop breathing down his neck about his next deadline, and he had been thinking about heading home when Nesta walked past the office he was using.

Cassian had been content to just ignore her and get back to work, but she’d done a double take as she’d walked by before walking back to lean against the doorframe.

“It’s late, Cassian,” Nesta said, the tiniest hint of suspicion leaking into her voice. “What are you doing here?”

Cassian shifted his headphones down, paused his music, and motioned to the computer in front of him. “Mor lets me use an empty office to get some writing done when I’m going crazy at home. A change of scenery does a lot for me sometimes.”

“Oh,” she replied, clearly caught off guard. “That’s… very generous of her.”

“Perks of being friends with the boss,” he fired back with a lazy grin. “What are you doing here so late?”

“One of my authors sent something in at the last minute, so I’m trying to get some edits in before the deadline,” she answered. She adjusted her position against the doorframe and his gaze immediately focused on the way her dress shifted slightly, revealing just the slightest bit more of her legs. “I usually try not to stay so late on Fridays, but it’s less work for next week.”

“Yeah,” he responded, internally cringing at his own words but too preoccupied with how badly he wanted her to do anything about it. “Hey, while I have you… do you mind showing me how to reformat some of these paragraphs? I think they updated the software since the last time I was here, so I have no clue what I’m doing.”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. She came over to his desk and stood next to him, the sudden change in proximity practically making his head spin. “It’s pretty straightforward once you know what you’re doing.”

Cassian tuned out Nesta’s probably-helpful explanation as he warred between what he wanted to do and what he should do. She was just so gorgeous and he wanted her so badly that he wanted to throw caution to the wind, consequences be damned.

His heart pounded in his chest at the enormity of what he was about to do. What if he’d been reading all of Nesta’s signals wrong? What if they actually weren’t alone, and someone found out about what they were doing? Hell, what if someone he actually cared about found out about it?

Does it matter? he thought to himself. You’ve wanted her for months. You’ve been fantasizing about her ever since you saw her in that elevator. When’s the next time you’re going to get her alone like this?

Fuck, he was such a piece of shit. But she was so close, she smelled so good, she looked so good in her dress, and he wanted her so fucking much.

“Nesta,” Cassian murmured, his hand shaking as he reached out and touched the small of her back.

Nesta went rigid under his touch. “What are you doing?”

“If I’m reading this wrong, tell me,” he answered, deciding not to move his hand until he got a clear answer one way or the other. “I’ll fuck off and never talk to you again if I’m making you uncomfortable. But I don’t think I’m reading this wrong, sweetheart.”

“You’re married,” she protested. She hadn’t moved out from under his touch, though, and hope sparked in his chest despite what she was saying. “Won’t your wife be upset if she finds out?”

“Probably not,” he said much more nonchalantly than he felt. “We don’t even sleep in the same room anymore. I’m more excited about coming to the office and getting the chance to see you than I am about going home to her.”

“Cassian,” Nesta said quietly. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” Cassian asked. He started rubbing circles into her back and immediately noticed the way she leaned into it. “If you don’t want me, I’ll let you walk out of here right now. But if you do, and you’re just nervous…”

She was silent for so long that he thought the worst, but then she quietly told him, “No one can know about this.”

“They won’t,” he promised. He didn’t want anyone to find out about this any more than she did; she might get in trouble at work, but he could jeopardize his entire career if the world found out a beloved children’s author was cheating on his wife.

“I’m serious, Cassian,” she continued like he hadn’t said anything. “I could lose my job over this.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to keep this between us, won’t we?” he asked. He slid his hand down and took a moment to appreciate the curve of her ass, squeezing it through the black fabric of her dress before smacking it once. “Go close the door.”

Nesta whipped around to glare at him, but she straightened up and did what he asked anyway. The sound of the door shutting suddenly made it feel even more real, and Cassian made himself take a deep breath before motioning for her to come closer.

“You always look so good in these dresses,” he told her, reaching out to grab her once she was close enough. “How am I supposed to get anything done with you looking like that?”

“I don’t wear them for you,” she replied, but she let him pull her close anyway. He ran his hands over the fabric of her dress, humming appreciatively as he searched for the zipper and started pulling it down.

“Yeah? And who do you wear these for?” he asked once her dress slid to the floor. She had on a matching bra and underwear, all that black lace practically screaming for him to rip it off her, but he forced himself to have at least some self-control.

“It’s not a crime to look nice underneath my work clothes,” she answered primly. She kicked her dress away and stepped out of her shoes, the loss of a few inches only bringing her closer to him.

“And thank God for that.” He reached out to cup her breasts through her bra, appreciating the view before him for a few moments before reaching back to unclasp her bra. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Seeing Nesta in those tight dresses was one thing, but it was nothing compared to seeing her out of them. Cassian was nearly overwhelmed by all of that pale, creamy skin suddenly on display for him, and he almost didn’t know where to start.

“Are you just going to look at me all day?” Nesta asked, breaking the spell.

“Can’t a guy appreciate a good thing in front of him?” Cassian retorted with a smirk. He pulled her down to sit in his lap and had to bite back a groan at how she felt pressed against his cock even through two layers of fabric.

“Only if you’re multitasking,” she replied, reaching out to start unbuttoning his shirt. He’d thrown on a white shirt and dark slacks on his way out of the house, and the sight of her fingers nimbly working at all those buttons made anticipation thrum through his entire body. “Jesus, how many buttons does this thing have?”

“Sorry.” He would’ve offered to help, but that would mean letting go of her, which wasn’t an option. “Next time I just won’t wear anything.”

She shot him a withering look before moving onto his pants, yanking open his belt and working quickly to free his cock. “Very funny.”

“I don’t think my dick is anything to laugh about,” he said, groaning as she wrapped her hand around it and started pumping. Her fingers looked even better on him than he’d dreamed. “Fuck, that’s good.”

She stroked him just as hard and tight as he liked, and it didn’t take long for him to start battling the urge to fuck into her hand.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, cutting directly to the chase.

“Yeah,” he answered. He knew it would really make him look like an asshole, but he’d been carrying them around for the last couple of days, dangerously hoping that this exact kind of thing would happen to them. “In my wallet.”

She slowed her fast pace on his cock but thankfully didn’t completely stop stroking him. “Wishful thinking?”

“Something like that,” he replied. Not wanting to dwell on how terrible of a person he was for much longer, he looked away from her and started thinking about where he wanted to fuck her instead. “How do you feel about getting fucked on my desk?”

“It’s a borrowed desk,” she corrected him immediately, “but I feel pretty good about it.”

The desk was big enough that once they disentangled their bodies and moved the computer stuff to the side, Nesta had more than enough room to hop onto the desk and look at him expectantly. “Well?”

Cassian grabbed the condom out of his wallet and tossed it onto the desk next to her before sinking down to his knees, pressing a kiss to the inside of one of her pale thighs. Her skin was just as smooth and soft as he’d imagined and he just couldn’t get enough.

“What are you doing?” Nesta asked warily.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he answered. He pulled down her underwear and tossed it without a care for where it landed, practically drooling at the sight of her bare before him. “If you don’t want me to, I don’t have to, but… I really want to return the favor.”

“Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it, but we don’t have that kind of time,” she replied, looking at him a little incredulously. “Stop messing around.”

He sighed, recognizing her point but hating that she was right anyway. “Okay.”

“Don’t be so sad about it,” she told him with a roll of her eyes. The second he got to his feet, she reached out, grabbed one of his hands, and placed it squarely between her legs. “You can still return the favor. Just be quick.”

Cassian cataloged every sound that left Nesta’s mouth and every expression that flitted across her face as plunged a finger inside her. She was so wet that it was nothing to add a second finger, and the way she let her head fall back with a long moan went straight to his painfully-hard cock. The way she was riding his fingers didn’t make it hard to imagine how she would look doing that on his cock, and part of him wished they had more time so he could make that fantasy a reality.

The other part of him wasn’t going to squander the opportunity in front of him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of her. “Taking me so well, sweetheart.”

“I’ll take your dick even better,” she replied breathily. She reached down and pulled his hand away, bringing his soaked fingers to her mouth so she could suck them clean. She gave him a hell of a show as she tasted herself, bobbing her head up and down before she let his fingers go with an audible pop. “Mhmmm. Delicious.”

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered. She just looked up at him with a smug expression that he promised to himself he’d wipe off one way or the other. “Lay down on your back.”

Nesta laid all the way down onto the desk and Cassian stepped in between her legs, adjusting them so they were loosely wrapped around his waist. “How do you want it?”

“Hard,” she answered with a challenging smirk, “and fast.”

“Won’t be a problem,” he told her with a smirk of his own. He reached for the condom and made quick work of getting it on, making sure it was rolled all the way down and secure. “You ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” she answered, moving her legs so they were wrapped more tightly around his middle.

Cassian rubbed his cock against her clit a few times just to make her squirm before he lined himself up and pushed inside her with a loud groan. She was so tight and wet and hot around his cock that he knew he’d have to really focus so he wouldn’t come too soon. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Nesta moaned, her breath coming in little pants as he slowly but surely made her take every inch.

“Just me and you here, sweetheart,” he retorted cheekily. Her mouth had fallen open into a silent oh, and he knew he’d never forget that expression for the rest of his life. “So pretty, taking all of me like this.”

“Less talking, more fucking,” she demanded.

He didn’t dignify that with a verbal reply, instead pulling out and thrusting back into her over and over until he’d built up a steady pace. He knew they were technically racing the clock, but he was going to savor every moment that he could spare.

“Come on, come on,” she pleaded, digging her heels into his ass to spur him into moving faster. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he replied. Still, he sped up the pace, grabbing her hips so she wouldn’t go flying off the desk from the force of his thrusts.

“I like when it hurts.” She reached down and grabbed his forearms, encouraging him to press down on her hips even harder. “Oh, God… need you to use me.”

“And I thought I was the naughty one.”

“What?”

“You thought I wouldn’t notice the way you fucking looked at me?” Cassian asked, really letting himself go now that he knew she liked it. Nesta was finally a moaning, writhing mess underneath him, and he was going to wring every drop of pleasure out of her that he possibly could. “All those times you called me sir? What was I supposed to think, sweetheart?”

“You — oh, fuck — you looked at me first,” Nesta panted. Her breasts looked so good bouncing back and forth from the force of his thrusts that he couldn’t help but reach out and palm one roughly, pulling another moan out of her. “Jesus… always fucking staring at me.”

“Can you blame me?” he fired back. She felt so perfect on his cock that he knew it wouldn’t be much longer for him, and he was determined to bring her over the edge right along with him. “Everyone thinks you’re so innocent. Good thing I know the truth.”

She whimpered, arching up into his touch before one of her hands dipped between her legs. He almost couldn’t decide where to look, but her face was so open with her pleasure that he couldn’t look away from it. “Fuck, Cassian, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

Cassian swore as Nesta clenched hard around him, her body locking up from the force of her orgasm, and he only got a few more thrusts in before he was coming too. It swept over him like a wave, one that he couldn’t help but ride out by thrusting as deep inside her as he could and grinding their hips together. He wanted to live in this moment forever, from the little moans and whimpers she was making to the feel of her warm skin under his hands.

He knew they couldn’t, but a man could dream.

They laid there for a few moments, their pants eventually giving way to regular breathing. She hissed as he pulled out and handled the condom, but otherwise didn’t say anything as she watched him. He thought about saying something — maybe cracking a joke to break the tension — but he didn’t even know what he would say. Thanks for some amazing sex, we should do this again sometime?

He didn’t even get the chance, though; the silence was broken at the sound of the elevator going off from down the hall. Nesta’s eyes went almost comically wide as she sat up and pushed him away so she could hop off the desk, Cassian missing the shape of her body against his the moment she left.

He was completely and utterly fucked.

“Shit,” Nesta hissed. She frantically started looking for her clothes, not even bothering to put her underwear back on before she put her bra on and shimmied into her dress. “The cleaning people are here. We need to be out of here before they see us together.”

Cassian matched her sense of urgency immediately. He grabbed his shirt and started buttoning it back up before shoving his pants back on, the sound of his belt clinking together almost too loud in the sudden silence. “Let me know when you get home?”

“No,” she denied him without hesitation. She somehow managed to get most of her dress zipped up without any of his help, and he silently mourned the loss of all that skin on display. “We’re not doing that, Cassian. This was a one-time thing, and we’re never talking about it again. You’re going to go home to your wife and act like you give a shit, and I’m going to keep being normal so I don’t lose my job. Am I making myself clear?”

“Yeah,” he answered, swallowing down his irritation. How was he supposed to pretend like everything was normal now that he’d gotten a taste? “Crystal fucking clear.”

“Great.” Nesta did a final sweep before locating her shoes and shoving her feet into them. “Have a good night, Cassian.”

He stood there for a few moments in dumbfounded silence before forcing himself to move, her last words echoing in his head as he did a final sweep of the room. He didn’t want to get her in trouble any more than he wanted to get himself in trouble, but he already knew having her once wouldn’t be enough. He knew what her skin felt like underneath his hands, how tight she clenched around his cock when she came. If this was all he could have, he would take it gratefully, but he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the end of it.

For fuck’s sake, he hadn’t even kissed her. There was no way that could be the end of it.

Cassian spotted something black and lacy in the corner of the room, and he smiled to himself as he realized Nesta had been moving so hastily that she’d forgotten to grab her underwear. He picked them up and pocketed them, already thinking about all the things he could do with them as he walked out of the building.

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Wednesday and Enid's Future Daughter Stars in: "Ana's Amazing Adventure"

Story Summary: With adulthood coming closer to her every day, teenage Anarchy "Ana" Addams begins to contemplate what's next for her life, while helping out a new friend of hers... and also while jumping on trains, wielding a magic hammer, and activating giant lasers... ;)

Prologue: Another Time... Another Place...

A school bell rang, and a teenage boy was running through the hallway of an ordinary high school. He then stopped at a corner of the hallway, and looked around the corner as if he was waiting for someone. A blonde girl then walked out from around the corner and began to open her locker. The teenage boy got excited, and then pretended to walk around the corner casually as he said, "Oh, hi Jennifer." The blonde girl Jennifer smiled as he said, "Oh hi Gerard. So... last day of class before summer break, huh?" Gerard leaned against a nearby locker as he calmly said, "Yeah. So... any fun plans for what you'll do in town this summer?" As Jennifer grabbed her belongings from her locker, she said, "Well I'm going to tour Europe with my parents all summer, so I won't be around." Gerard suddenly looked devastated, but tried to put on a calm face as he said, "Oh... I... I didn't realize." Then as Jennifer grabbed the last of her belongings, she said, "Yeah. Sorry we can't have our usual Thursday lunches together. I've enjoyed having them with you every week this school year. Anyway, better go. Don't wanna miss my bus." Jennifer then quickly walked off, while a frustrated Gerard said to himself, "Come on Gerard, say something to her. Don't say it in a text. You have to say it in person. Uggh." Then after a moment of looking nervous, Gerard rushed down the hall. Gerard then rushed out of the school building as he said, "Jennifer!" However Gerard only saw Jennifer's face in the window of a bus that was already moving away from the school. Gerard looked sad for a moment... but then he simply sighed and said, "Well... there's always next school year..."

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Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage. Now, Wednesday and Enid work at their old school: Nevermore Academy as teachers, raising up an entire new generation; including their own twin seventeen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world with her girlfriend (and now fiancé) Megan. Ana meanwhile... has always been a very different story... and that story is what we will be focusing on today...

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Fun But Shy Girl Presents...

Ana's Amazing Adventure

Ana Sinclair Addams was running through the woods as fast as she could while wearing a long purple coat and backpack. Sweat was covering her face, and her mouth was panting quickly, as her feet moved as fast as they could. Ana then heard the sound of feet from other people in the distance. Panicked, Ana tried to run faster. Then suddenly, a figure jumped down from a tree and landed in front of Ana. Ana froze for a moment, and then saw the figure was her sister: Harmony. Harmony then had her hands turn into werewolf claws as she said, "You've gone too far this time Ana. You have to be stopped!" Ana then bolted away from Harmony as she yelled, "Now Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then Ana's cat jumped out from behind a tree and pressed a button on the ground. Suddenly a large heavy net dropped from the tress and caught Harmony inside of it. Ana's cat then jumped on Ana's shoulder, as a grateful Ana said, "Good work. Now lets go!"

Ana then ran towards the edge of a nearby cliff, and then froze for a moment as she stood over the ledge of the cliff. Then Ana heard another familiar voice say, "You can run, but you can't hide." Then Ana turned her head, and saw her mom: Enid emerging from the darkness of a nearby cave. Then Enid had her hands turn into werewolf claws as she said, "Ana, I may be your mother... but this ends now!" Ana suddenly heard the sound of a train, and then smiled as she said, "Excuse me mom... but I feel the need... the need for speed!" Then at the bottom of the cliff, a high speed train was rushing down a set of railroad tracks. Ana's cat jumped into a pocket in Ana's coat, and then Ana jumped off the cliff... and onto the speeding train.

Ana landed, and then gripped onto the train with her all her strength. Ana then crawled forward on the top of the train, and soon found a location between the train cars she could jump down into. Ana then quickly stepped into a storage compartment of the train, and stopped to breathe for a moment. Then Ana's cat poked his head out of Ana's pocket, looked behind Ana, and then made a loud meowing noise. Ana then saw Megan stepping out from behind some boxes while holding a sword out. Ana looked very annoyed as she yelled, "Oh, come on!" Megan smirked as she said, "Don't think I'm helpless Ana. I took your mother's self defense courses for the last two years now at Nevermore." Then Ana suddenly took out her own sword while saying, "And I've been taking my mother's self defense courses at home for the last sixteen years now. So you've got to ask yourself one question... Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"

Megan then lunged forward at Ana with her sword. Ana quickly blocked Megan's attack with her own sword. Both girls then swung their swords back and forth at each other, as Megan tried to overpower Ana. Then suddenly Megan was able to trip Ana, causing Ana to drop her sword. As Ana laid on the ground, a determined Megan said, "It's over Ana. Give up." Then Ana grinned as she said, "You think I'm defenseless?" Then Ana pulled out of her backpack: a large hammer as she yelled, "Say hello to my little friend! For whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of being awesome!" Then suddenly lightning shot out of the hammer, which took the form of an energy blast, and pushed Megan to the ground. Ana's cat then looked at Ana while making a meowing sound. Ana then casually said, "Don't you start interrogating me about where I get my stuff Stormageddon the Conqueror. All you need to know is I simply found the hammer somewhere. What the people in the realm of Asgard don't know won't hurt them."

Then Ana heard the sound of the train stopping, while Megan slowly stood up as she said, "A little jolt won't stop me that easily. If I can survive making out with your sister in werewolf form, I can handle battling you." Then as Ana smirked, she held out her hammer as she said, "Guess I'm dropping the hammer. Sorry Megan, but... hasta la vista baby!" Then suddenly the window to the train burst open as Wednesday Addams came crashing through. Wednesday immediately threw a dagger at Ana's hammer so hard that it caused Ana to drop her hammer. Ana quickly looked scared as she tried to run. However Wednesday immediately threw rope at Ana's legs tying her up. Ana then laid on the ground as Wednesday picked up Ana's hammer, and then pointed it at her while saying, "Ana, my daughter... your nefarious plan has finally ended!" Then from a nearby door: Enid and Harmony walked in, while Enid said, "It's time to finally admit defeat." Then Ana groaned, rolled her eyes, and then said, "Okay! Fine! I'll give up the television remote!"

Then Ana took out of her backpack: a television remote, and then handed it to Enid. Harmony breathed a sigh of relief as she said, "Phew. Now we can avoid watching what Ana's choice would've been for family movie night." A frustrated Ana then said, "But I really wanted to get you guys into Bluey with a fun marathon of that series. The characters in that show are so lovable and nuanced! You just gotta give it a few more episodes, and then you'll be a Truey Bluey for life!" Then Megan held out a small portable safe, and while Enid put the remote in the safe, she said, "This remote is staying out of your hands for the next week young lady. Besides... you're gonna turn 18 years old next month. Maybe spend some less time watching TV, and more time thinking about your future. Anyway, I'm tired. Lets just postpone family movie night until next week." An excited Megan then said, "Oh boy. Maybe tonight Harmony, you and me can finally decide on our wedding song."

Then as Ana remained on the ground, she looked excited as she said, "Ooo! How about a Lady Gaga song!? I think Poker Face would make a perfect song to play for your first dance as a married couple." Harmony then glared at Ana as she said, "Ana, we are not playing Lady Gaga music at our wedding. I mean if we did that, why not ask a Koala Bear from Wyoming to serve exploding candy canes as hors d'oeuvres to the guests?" An excited Ana then said, "You actually read my list of ideas I sent you!?" Harmony rolled her eyes as everyone began to walk off the train. Ana then untied the rope from her legs, while her cat made a meowing noise. Ana then looked at her cat confused while she said, "What do you mean I could've just bought another television remote?"

***

That night, Ana laid in bed wearing purple pajamas. As she tried to fall asleep, Ana's eyes widened as she heard Harmony and Megan in the room next door making moaning noises. Ana then heard Harmony through the walls making a howling noise, as an excited Megan could also be heard saying, "Oh yes my little wolf. Huff and puff and blow me down!" Ana then had a disturbed look on her face as she stood up and walked out of her bedroom. Then as Ana walked by Wednesday and Enid's bedroom, she heard Enid behind the door yelling, "Yes Wednesday! Harder! Smack me harder! Oh God, that feels amazing! Now stick the top of the paddle inside me!" Ana then looked horrified as she rushed down the stairs. Ana then walked into the kitchen where she saw her cat was pressing his paws on an iPad.

Ana then sat down looking disturbed as she said, "Stormageddon the Conqueror... we need to buy my moms and sister another layer of sound proof panels for their rooms. Three layers apparently isn't enough! By the way... what are you doing up so late?" Ana's cat then made a simple meowing noise. Ana then had a disturbed look on her face as she said, "Okay, I didn't need to hear about your plans for your anniversary with Princess Snuggles at that cat hotel. What you and your kitty girlfriend do behind closed doors is your business." Ana then stood up and prepared to get some food. However as Ana walked around the kitchen, she saw brochures for colleges on the counter, along with ungraded test papers that belonged to Wednesday and Enid's Nevermore students on another counter. Ana then sighed as she said, "I need to take a walk. You wanna come Stormageddon the Conqueror?" Ana's cat made a happy meowing sound, and then jumped on Ana's shoulder.

***

In the middle of the night, Ana walked down a long dirt road under the moon light while wearing a dark purple coat. Ana's cat sat on Ana's shoulder looking content, while Ana walked looking a bit upset. Ana then saw an abandoned house, and curiously walked towards it. After breaking down a wooden barrier on a window, Ana stepped into the house. Seeing nothing was inside the mostly empty house, Ana then sat down as she said, "Is it wrong that I feel more comfortable right now in a creepy abandoned house than my own home?" Ana's cat then made a reassuring meowing noise. Ana sighed, and then and began to toss small orange rocks she saw on the ground.

As Ana gently threw the small orange rocks across the room, she looked upset as she said, "I don't know what I'm doing with my life Stormageddon the Conqueror. I mean... Harmony and Megan are soon going to go to college and forge a career path for themselves. Mom and mother have a great gig teaching at Nevermore Academy. You somehow became a millionaire overnight and are now the CEO of ten major companies. Everyone in my family has a sure thing they've got going for them, and have someone special in their life to share it with. But me... I don't know what I'm doing with my life, and I've got no one to do it with." Then Ana's cat made an angry meowing noise. Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "You know what I mean. Me and you will always be tight. However... it's just... being a bounty hunter that sometimes works with the government is just a part time thing, and running a school restaurant was never going to be a permanent job I'd keep. I still don't know what I wanna do long term with my life Stormageddon the Conqueror... and sadly... I'll probably never have anyone to experience it with romantically."

Then Ana picked up an orange rock off the ground, and then threw it hard at the nearby wall. Suddenly the orange rock broke, and a blue mist came out of it. The blue mist then took the form of a transparent blue teenager floating in the air as he yelled, "Finally! I've returned to the land of the living!" Ana looked very surprised as she said, "Who the heck are you supposed to be!?" The ghostly teenage boy then said, "Oh. Hi. I'm Gerard, and I know this may be hard to believe... but I'm a ghost." Then Ana casually said, "Oh. That's it? Okay." The ghostly boy Gerard looked confused as he said, "The fact that I'm a ghost appearing in front of you doesn't freak you out?" Then Ana leaned back as she calmly said, "Nah. One of my two moms and my sister are werewolves, I'm friends with a vampire and a siren, I've fought an army of lizard monsters once, spent several months hiding from a demon, met Santa Clause, traveled through time and almost undid my existence, and once got kidnapped by a dark alternate universe version of my mother. So meeting a ghost isn't too out of the ordinary for me."

The ghost: Gerard looked a bit confused as he said, "Oh. Well... okay. So... how long has it been since I died? It's hard to tell. Maybe you heard of me. I was on the academic decathlon team at my school, and we won first place back in the year..." Then Ana interrupted Gerard as she said, "Hold on. I recognize you now! You're Gerard Finolis. You're the teenager in town who died a year and a half ago. You were on the news because it's so rare to hear about a teenager dying from a heart attack." Gerard looked surprised as he said, "It's been over a year!? Wow. When you die, time passes by in such a strange nonlinear way. This is all just so weird. I mean... this is my home we're in, and it feels like I was walking in here just yesterday... but it's obviously been abandoned for quite some time now. Mom and dad must've found it hard to stay here after I died." A curious Ana then asked, "So what are you doing back on Earth as a ghost Gerard? Aren't you supposed to go to whatever happens next after you die?" Gerard sighed, and then said, "Yeah, but... there's something I really wanted to do before I died. So as I was beginning to pass on... I just focused really hard on that thing I wanted to do... and suddenly I was here."

Ana then looked more interested as she said, "Hey. I heard about this in my occult class once when one of my teachers at Nevermore Academy was talking about spirits and the afterlife. It's rare, but there are stories of people with super determined wills that are able to keep their spirits on Earth in the form of ghosts. Although it's supposed to only be possible if someone dies while holding onto some rare mineral." Gerard then put a hand on his ghostly chin as he said, "Well... when I died I was wearing this weird necklace that was made up of small orange rocks which my grandma gave me. She said it was made of some weird rare mineral that legend says helps people connect with spirits better. I just didn't think it meant I would be one of those spirits." Ana then looked at the orange stones on the ground as she said, "Someone in your family must've left the necklace you died in here when they abandoned the house. Your spirit must've been stored in one of the orange stones, and I guess I brought you out."

As Gerard began to float around the room, he said, "Whoa. This is just so weird. I mean... I'm not angry about dying. I'm not sure why, but I'm somehow perfectly at peace with that. But being here as a ghost... this is still so strange." Then an excited looking Ana said, "Ooo. We should totally test out what you can do! Can you go through walls?" Gerard then floated back and forth through some walls as he said, "Yeah. It looks like it." Then a smiling Ana said, "What about touching things?" Gerard then reached out and tried to touch a small table in the room, but his hand went right through it. Then Gerard looked annoyed as he said, "Uggh. You mean I can't feel things ever again!?" Then a happy looking Ana said, "Wait. Try to concentrate. Focus." Gerard then held out his hands towards the table... and then the table moved slightly. An excited Ana then said, "You did it!" Gerard smiled as he said, "Yeah. I didn't actually feel my hands touch it though. It was more like... I created a cold wind that simply pushed the table just a little bit."

Then a very excited Ana said, "How about possession? Just don't test it out on me." Ana's cat then suddenly had a nervous look on his face and tried to walk away. Then Gerard suddenly floated over Ana's cat... and then Ana's cat began to stand on two legs as it did the can can dance. Ana laughed, and after a moment: Gerard floated away from Ana's cat. Ana's cat then quickly got back on four legs, and looked angry as it hissed at Gerard. Gerard chuckled a bit, and then said "Sorry little kitty. Anyway, it didn't feel like I was doing mind control or straight up possession. I just sent an idea into your cat's head... and it simply did it." Ana then grinned as she said, "Oh, this is so awesome! Gerard, with my brains and your special abilities, we could rule the world... or get into movies for free. Hmm... I don't know which idea sounds better."

Then Gerard had a slightly sad look in his eyes as he said, "Well... I didn't fight with all my might to come back as a ghost for cheap tricks. You see... a short time before I died... there was a girl at school I liked... her name was Jennifer, and... I never got to tell her that I... I loved her. She was my best friend, and... I want her to know how much she meant to me, make sure she's okay... and look out for her." Then a smiling Ana said, "Aww. You wanna be like a guardian angel and look after your friend. That's sweet. You know what? I'll help you find your lady friend." An excited Gerard then said, "Really?" Then Ana crossed her arms as she said, "But you gotta do me one favor with your possession powers first." Gerard sighed, and then said, "Fine. What do you want me and my ghostly possession abilities to do for you?"

***

In the morning, Wednesday and Enid walked into the kitchen wearing black and pink night gowns respectively. As Enid stretched her arms, she said, "Mmm. That was wonderful last night Wens. Who knew you could get so much exercise in bed?" Then Harmony and Megan walked into the kitchen wearing matching purple night gowns as a smiling Harmony said, "Hey. Anyone else want cereal? I'm pouring a bowl for me." Then as all four women got their breakfast food prepared, a curious Enid asked, "Hey, did anyone hear a wolf howling last night? I kept hearing howls all night long." Then Harmony looked very nervous as she said, "Oh. Well... um..." Then as Megan sat down in a chair, she casually said, "Oh, that was Harmony in bed with me." Harmony's face suddenly went red as she said, "Megan!" Then a very startled Enid said, "Wait. You mean... you two... go at it... with Harmony wolfed out!?" Megan made a simple smile as she said, "Yes, and you can see from the lack of scratches on me that your daughter treats me very gently. So don't worry. Also, she's very careful to never crush me when on top." Then Harmony covered her face as she said, "You cannot be talking about this in front of my moms."

Enid now looked very stunned as she said, "My God! Me and Wednesday never tried that because I was always worried that I might hurt..." Then Wednesday interrupted Enid as she calmly said, "I never wished to pressure you into doing it. However if you ever do wish to wolf out in bed with me Enid, I'm sure I would find the rough experience to be quite invigorating." Then Megan smiled as she said, "It's not so bad. Hugging a werewolf while making love is sort of like making out with a very muscular teddy bear." Harmony now began to look very uncomfortable as she said, "Would you all stop this! I am not having my girlfriend and moms discuss their sexual preferences with each other! This is totally wrong!" Then as Wednesday stood up she said, "Well as much as I enjoy seeing my daughter experiencing absolute torment, I must leave now." A curious Enid then asked, "Everything okay Wens?" Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Indeed. I simply have some errands to run this day-o."

A confused Enid then said, "What did you say Wednesday?" Wednesday looked a bit confused herself as she said, "I... I simply was trying to say I have errands to run this day-ay-ay-o." A confused Harmony then asked, "Mother, what's going on with you?" Then a worried looking Wednesday said, "I'm not certain. All I know for sure is that daylight come and me want go home." Then Enid look concerned as she said, "Wednesday... did that weird mystic woman come back and screw with your brain again?" Wednesday began to look more worried as she said, "No. This feels different. It's as if I feel compelled to say me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o." All of the women then looked very confused as Megan said, "Mrs Addams... are you feeling okay?" Then Wednesday looked at the three women in front of her, and simply said, "Daylight come and me want go home."

Then suddenly Enid stood up and looked surprised as she said, "Work all night on a drink of rum." Then Harmony and Megan suddenly found themselves beginning to wipe the table with table clothes as they said "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Wednesday with wide surprised eyes, began to do a slow dance around the kitchen table as she said, "Stack banana till the morning come." Then all four women began waving their arms together as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Harmony began beating her hands on the table as she said, "Come, mister tally man, tally me banana." Then all four women began shaking their hips as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home." Then Megan began shaking her butt as she sang, "Come, mister tally man, tally me banana." Then all four women waved their hands high in the air as they sang, "Daylight come and me want go home. Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! Daylight come and me want go home." Then all four women jumped on the kitchen table and began waving their arms around as they sang again, "Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! Daylight come and me want go home."

Then suddenly all four women stopped singing and dancing, and froze for a moment as they all looked at each other. Wednesday then made a very glaring look as she said, "We will never speak of this moment for the rest of our lives. Agreed?" Enid, Harmony, and Megan all nodded their heads looking scared as they said, "Agreed." Meanwhile, Ana was watching the entire scene from behind a corner. Gerard then appeared and floated over to Ana in his ghostly form as he said, "How was that? Did my possession of them work out the way you wanted it to?" Ana giggled, and then said, "Oh yeah. I'd say I got my proper vengeance on them for taking the remote from me. Come on. Lets go do your mission now Gerard."

***

That evening: Ana and her cat were standing on top of a hill looking down at a public high school which had many teenagers in fancy clothes walking inside. Gerard then floated over in his ghostly form over Ana as he said, "What's going on here?" Ana then held up her phone as she said, "Check out your old school's newsletter here. As a congratulations to the students for dramatically raising the school's overall GPA this year, they're being thrown a winter formal dance tonight... and look who is in charge of the student party planning committee." Then Ana scrolled over to a picture, and then Gerard froze as he saw a picture of a blonde girl. Gerard then made a smile as he said, "That's Jennifer... my friend. She... she looks more beautiful than ever. Okay. So... how do I approach her and let her know I'm a ghost now?" Then Ana looked at Gerard with a confused face as she said, "Gerard, are you seriously willing to risk freaking your friend out before finding out for sure if she liked you? No, no, no. First we gotta figure out if she actually liked you when you were alive. Then we can properly come up with a way to get you both properly re-antiquated." Then a confused Gerard said, "But she's in the dance, and we're out here. Also, if I can't talk to her yet... how are we gonna get the info?" Then Ana made a grin as she said, "Oh, I have an idea or two..."

***

Ana was wearing a sleeveless silk purple dress and silk purple gloves as she walked over to the door of the school dance. A female teacher stood at the door, and then looked at Ana with a confused face as she said, "And who might you be? You clearly aren't a student from this school." Then Ana made a cool and confidant face as she said, "Maybe, but I was still invited. I'm the DJ for this here party. The name's Addams. Ana Addams... and instead of money, I'll have a fruit smoothie as compensation for my services tonight... and make sure the smoothie is shaken, not stirred." Then Ana's cat suddenly appeared and jumped onto a nearby stool while making a simple meowing noise. Then Ana simply glanced at her cat as she casually said, "And this is my business partner: DJ Stormageddon." The female teacher then smiled as she said, "Oh yes. Mister The Conqueror. We've been expecting you. The students are so looking forward to your talents tonight. Please, come in." Ana then looked a bit confused as she said, "Oh. Okay." Then as Ana walked into the building (with her cat now on her shoulder), she looked at her feline companion while saying, "You have got to stop having these side jobs behind my back. I thought we told each other everything." Then Ana's cat glared at Ana as he made a loud meowing noise. Then Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "Fine. I'll make you sure you don't miss out on the action the next time that Samurai Parrot from Alaska calls up."

Ana and her cat then walked into a broom closet. Then after making sure no one could hear them, Ana whispered, "We're in." Gerard then floated into the room in his ghostly form through a wall as he said, "Okay. I floated around the dance a bit, and found a way to make sure no one could see me. However I don't see Jennifer. Now with that being said... if we do find her, how do you plan to find out if shes like me?" Then Ana casually said, "Eh, once I spot her I'll figure something out." Then Ana's cat looked out a nearby window, and made a meowing noise. Ana and Gerard then looked out the window, and saw Jennifer stepping out of a limo with a tall and muscular teenage boy. Gerard looked stunned as she said, "She... she's with someone else!?" Then Ana looked angry as she said, "How dare that girl start dating another guy after you die and she believes she'll never see you on this plain of existence again!? Some people are just so insensitive and unreasonable! Don't worry Gerard. I'll deal with that guy." Then Ana rushed out of the broom closet, while Gerard looked at Ana's cat as he asked, "Should I be worried about what's going to happen next?" Then Ana's cat simply rolled his eyes and said "Rowr."

***

Jennifer was putting her coat into a coat room, as the large muscular teen boy with her said, "I'll get that for you Jennifer." Jennifer smiled as she said, "Thanks Ben." Jennifer then walked out of the coat room, while the teenage boy: Ben began to take off his own coat. Then just as Ben reached out for a coat hanger, Ana suddenly poked her head out from behind the coats (while wearing a ninja mask) and yelled, "Welcome to the party pal!" Then Ana immediately tied Ben up in rope, gagged him, and pulled him behind the coats.

***

In a large school auditorium, many teenagers in fancy outfits were eating, drinking, talking, and dancing throughout the room. Gerard floated around the side of the room, using his ghostly abilities to remain invisible to everyone. Jennifer then walked into the room, and immediately went over to grab a glass of punch. Gerard then longingly looked at Jennifer as he said, "Jennifer..." Gerard then tried to float in his invisible ghostly body as close to Jennifer as possible. Gerard sighed a bit, and then softly said, "I love you." Jennifer then turned her head, and looked confused as she said, "Huh? Who was that?" Then suddenly another girl walked over to Jennifer as she said, "Hey girl. How you doing?" Jennifer smiled as she said, "Oh, I'm doing okay." The other girl then said, "So who was that hunky guy I saw you walking into the school with? Is he a new boyfriend?" Jennifer then looked shocked and disgusted as she said, "Oh God, no! That's my cousin Ben! Since his girlfriend is out of town, and I was flying solo tonight, we both agreed he should come with me so I wouldn't have to be alone." The other girl then looked embarrassed as she said, "Oh! He's your cousin! I feel so silly for misunderstanding now." Gerard meanwhile then quickly floated away as he said, "Oh no! I need to find Ana now!"

***

In an empty classroom: Ben woke up and saw he was tied to a chair, and a bright light was shining down on him. Ben then looked confused as he said, "What's going on here!?" Then Ana walked into the room wearing a ninja mask (which covered her nose and mouth) while saying, "You're a disease... and I'm the cure." Ben looked at Ana with a very confused face as he said, "Huh?" Ana then stood over Ben as she said, "You think you're so clever, do you? Going after a poor defenseless girl? I've seen your type before. The tough strong guy going after the sweet girl that deserves to be with the seemingly weaker but much well meaning dude in town. Well just like so many 80's high school movies, it's time for me to put the cliche bully in his place... but in a more entertaining way." Then Ana quickly rolled into the room: an enormously large laser device. Ana then turned the device on, and it created a laser beam that slowly began to burn part of the floor, and then slowly moved it's way towards Ben's body. Ben began to look nervous as he said, "Okay. I think you're taking your prank too far. What are you? A wacky member of the cheer leading team trying to screw with me after I messed up in last week's big game?" Then Ana grinned as she said, "Choose your next witticism carefully Mister Ben. It may be your last." Then a scared Ben said, "What are you trying to get from this? Do you expect me to talk about something?" Ana quickly made a maniacal laugh, and then she said, "No Mister Ben. I expect you to die!"

Then Gerard quickly flew into the room as he yelled, "Ana! That's Jennifer's cousin! He's not trying to do anything bad to her!" Then Ana looked suddenly very guilty as she said "What!? Uh oh." Then as Ana turned the laser machine off, a scared Ben said, "Is that a ghost!? What's going on here!?" Then Ana looked a bit nervous as she said, "Well... um... you see..." Then Ana suddenly put on a pair of sunglasses as she said, "The truth is Ben... you have entered a strange new reality known as the Matrix." Then Ana held out a red pill and a blue pill as she said, "You take the blue pill: the story ends and you forget about all of this and go back to your normal life. You take the red pill, and you stay in wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes." Then an excited Ben said, "Whoa! The Matrix is really real! Heck yeah, I'll take the red pill!" Then an annoyed Ana said, "No, no no! You're supposed to take the blue pill, then you forget about what happened, and then you can't file kidnapping charges! Uggh!" You know what..." Then Ana suddenly punched Ben in the head very hard, knocking him out. Then Ana suddenly pulled out a large bag of money from a backpack she had (with a big dollar sign on it), dropped it near Ben's head, and then said, "This will be your fun little gift you find when you wake up. Have a free college education and a winter break vacation to wherever you want on me. My millionaire cat has got more where that came from."

Then as Ana took off her mask and prepared to leave the room, an amazed Gerard said, "Ana... you were prepared to torture that guy... just because you thought it would help me and Jennifer?" Ana then casually said, "Eh... it's what I do for my friends." Gerard chuckled a bit, and then said, "Well, remind me never to be the one that gets between yourself and anyone you like." Ana sighed a bit and then said, "Actually... there's never been any person out there I've ever really liked... or even anyone that really liked me. But... wallowing in self pity over never getting some bow-chicka-bow-wow doesn't accomplish anything. If I can help work things out between you and Jennifer tonight... then I've played my part in making the world a better place for others... and as long as I can say something like that on a regular basis... I think I can say I've have had a pretty fulfilling life." Gerard smiled as he said, "Thanks Ana."

***

In the middle of the school dance: Ana's cat was sitting on top of several records as he was moving them with his paws. As music played in the room, many teenagers began to dance and jump around. Then Ana's cat moved his head near a microphone as he quickly said, "Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow: meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow: meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow? Meow, meow, meow!" Many teens began to scream and holler, while one of them yelled, "We love you Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then one girl yelled, "Marry me Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then one guy casually said, "Man, that has gotta be the coolest cat in town!"

Meanwhile on the other side of the room: Ana and Gerard (in his invisible ghostly form) were watching Jennifer dance with her friends. Ana sighed a bit, and then said, "Okay. Honestly... I got no plan on how to talk to your friend Jennifer there. Is there anything you can think of that could make her suddenly start thinking about you?" Gerard then looked down and saw in a small corner of the room was a small Lego piece. Gerard smiled as he said, "I got an idea." Then Gerard put his hands near the Lego piece, and created a cool ghostly wind that made the Lego piece levitate into the air. Gerard then used his wind abilities to fly the Lego piece across the room... and then gently hit Jennifer in the head with it. Jennifer turned her head... and then saw a small Lego piece on the ground. Jennifer picked up the small Lego piece... and then she made a sad sigh as she began to walk out of the room. Ana then looked at Gerard confused as she said, "What did you do?" Gerard then made a nudging gesture as he said, "Go follow her."

***

Jennifer walked into the school cafeteria while holding the small Lego piece in her hands. Jennifer then sat down in the room, made a sad sigh... and then tears began to come out of her eyes. Ana then walked into the room as she said, "Hi. I was just looking for some... other room, and... are you okay there sister? You look like you're crying?" As Gerard had his invisible ghost body float into the room, Jennifer wiped away some tears while saying, "Oh, I'm fine. I was just missing my best friend: Gerard. He died a year and a half ago, but... he used to always give me Lego pieces every week. You see I never would accept any large expensive presents on my birthday. I even told Gerard once I wouldn't accept a large Lego set he got me one year. So instead of giving me one large Lego set... he just slowly gave me one piece at a time every Thursday we had lunch together. I found this one Lego piece here in the dance room just now... and it made me think of him. You know... some days I get by just fine. Some entire weeks even. But then some days... the rough emotions just hit me all over again like running into a brick wall. Oh God, I miss him."

Ana then sat in front of Jennifer as she said, "He sounds like he was a good friend to you. So... did you love him?" Jennifer smiled as she said, "Of course I did. I loved him... like a brother. He was always there for me, and supported me. In fact, if he was still alive, I would make him the godfather of my baby." Both Gerard and Ana looked very surprised, while Ana calmly said, "Your baby?" Jennifer then gently touched her stomach as she said, "Yeah. Two months along now. Too soon to start showing. Me and my boyfriend Jeff went a little too far one night... but he's been so good to me. I met Jeff shortly after Gerard died, and he's been so kind and supportive. He actually didn't come to the dance tonight because he wanted to work an extra shift at his job, just so we would have a little more money around when the baby finally comes." Gerard had a sad look in his eyes, while Ana made a little smile as she said, "Well... it sounds like your boyfriend is trying to do his best." Jennifer made a warm smile as she said, "He is. We're getting married as soon as we both turn eighteen, and... I'm sorry for dumping all this on you. I know we just met, and..." Then Ana interrupted Jennifer as she said, "No, it's okay. We all need to unload sometimes, and... I wish you all the best." Ana then walked out of the room, while a sad Gerard floated in the air watching Jennifer for another moment... and then he left the room as well.

***

Ana stood in an empty outdoor pavilion that was near the school. Gerard was floating in the air near Ana, as both teenagers remained silent. The two could still hear music from the school dance, as Ana tried to clear her throat. Ana then turned to look right at Gerard as she said, "I'm sorry that didn't go the way you hoped." Gerard sighed, and then said, "Well... my feelings can't change Jennifer's. She only loved me like a brother... but at least I helped make her life a little better while I was alive... and the fact that I can say that means that I know I had a pretty fulfilling life. So with that being said... thank you Ana for helping me see Jennifer one more time." Then Ana curiously asked, "You don't wanna try talking to her?" Gerard turned his head as he said "No. Jennifer is making a future with someone else. She doesn't need a voice from the past now." Ana made a little smile as she said, "Still... you fought back against the very nature of death just to check in on a girl you liked. I wish I had a guy that cared that much for me."

Gerard then made a little sigh, and looked at the school once more as he said, "Still... I wish I could've been Jennifer's date to at least one school dance before I died." Then suddenly the two heard the music from the school dance start to switch to slow romantic music. Ana then smirked as she said, "Well, I may not be Jennifer... but would you care to dance with me?" Gerard looked surprised as he said, "What? But how? I can't actually touch you." Then Ana held out her hands as she said, "You gonna let a little thing like the laws of the universe stop you?" Gerard then smirked as he held out his own hands.

Ana then reached up and put her right hand just above the left shoulder of Gerard's ghostly body (but without touching it). Gerard then put his left arm around Ana's back (but without touching Ana). Then Ana held her right hand out, while Gerard held his left hand out. The two brought their hands very close to the others' (but still without touching), and then began to sway their bodies together. As Gerard attempted to keep his ghostly body from passing through Ana, the two teenagers gently swayed and slowly spun in unison together. As Ana and Gerard swayed together, the two found themselves staring into the others' eyes. Gerard then smiled, while Ana began to blush.

Gerard then suddenly turned invisible, as a confused Ana (without moving her hands and arms) said, "Gerard?" Then suddenly a strong cool wind appeared around Ana and began to lift her into the air. Ana kept her arms spread out as she kept a calm expression on her face. Within moments, Ana found herself lifted several meters above the ground. Ana then looked down at the ground far beneath her feet, and then she smiled. Gerard then reappeared in front of Ana smiling as well. While still using his ghostly wind to keep Ana afloat, Gerard once again began to sway his body in unison with Ana's swaying. As the two began to waltz with one another while flying in the air (but still not touching each other), the smile on Ana's face began to grow. Then Gerard made an excited smile as he used his ghostly wind to push Ana away and gently spin her around. Ana looked up at the night sky, spread her arms out wide, and made a very excited smile as her body gently spun in the air. Then Ana simply closed her eyes and made a content smile as Gerard used his ghostly wind powers to gently bring Ana back to the ground.

Once Ana reached the ground, she opened her eyes and looked at Gerard's ghostly body in front of her. A grateful looking Ana then said, "Gerard... thank you for that." Gerard nodded his head, and then said, "You're welcome. I... I'm sorry that I can't..." Then Ana interrupted Gerard as she moved her face forward and said, "Hey... don't let a little detail like that ruin this evening." Gerard smiled as he moved his face forward... and then became invisible again. Ana then closed her eyes and opened the lips of her mouth just a very small amount. Then suddenly Ana felt a cold wind hit her lips for a moment. After the moment passed, Ana opened her eyes... and then smiled. Gerard then reappeared, and smiled back as he slowly began to fly upwards. Ana then looked up as she said, "Will I see you again Gerard?" Gerard smirked as he said, "You can count on it Ana Addams." Then Gerard flew up high into the sky while Ana watched him... until the form of the ghostly teen disappeared. For a moment Ana stood alone; her cheeks blushing, her mouth smiling, and her hands laid over her beating heart. From the nearby building: Ana's cat then walked over to Ana and climbed up onto her shoulder. As Ana kept her eyes focused on the sky she said, "So how about that Stormageddon the Conqueror? I finally find a guy I like... and he's an un-dead ghost. Well... at least that feels pretty on brand for me. Come on buddy. Lets go home." Then Ana's cat gently purred, while Ana slowly walked home.

THE END

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...or maybe not...

EPILOGUE:

Wednesday Addams was in a dark place, and saw a dark figure in a dark cloak walk towards her. Then Wednesday heard the figure in the cloak say, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then glared at the figure as she said, "Who are you?" Then just as the figure began to take off the hood of their cloak... Wednesday suddenly woke up in bed. Wednesday quickly sat up and saw Enid was laying asleep near her. Wednesday then put her hand over her heart, and felt it beating quickly. Wednesday then took a deep breath... and had a look of fear go across her face while she whispered, "Please... not yet. I'm not ready for the end to come. Not yet..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next Week: Chapter Zero

In Two Weeks: A Family Weekend

In Three Weeks: WEDNESDAY VERSUS HELL... PART 1

*"Photos" created with multiple AI programs

*Final picture done by "Emeriart"

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 7- Haunted

Once he arrived, he made his way inside before he locked the door behind him. He immediately unzipped his leather jacket, slipping his arms out from the sleeves, before tossing it onto the same chair that Lucille was propped up against. He strolled over to the music player, pressing the button to rewind the tape before going over to the sink and washing the dishes. Once he was finished, he took a seat on his bed, the mattress bouncing slightly underneath him. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, slipped it over his head, then tossed it to the chair as well. He kicked off his cowboy boots, placing them neatly on the floor at the corner of the bed before changing into some grey jogging pants to sleep in. He lay down on the mattress, his eyes trailing up to the ceiling where he stared for a while, his mind thinking back to the dinner. Despite the occasional friction, it had been a great evening. One that he knew wouldn't forget for a long time to come. A deep breath escaped his nose as he closed his eyes, his mind beginning to drift away into sleep.

Raven slowly drifts to sleep and smiles in her sleep a few hours go by and she starts having a nightmare she tosses and turns grips the bed sheets and heavily sees Negan being attacked by walkers and getting bit she can't do any She screams his name in her sleep. "NEGAN! NO PLEASE! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN!" She screams as she quickly sits up heavily breathing sweating and heart racing she puts her hand to her chest feeling her heart beating fast.

Even though he was asleep prior, Negan's eyes shot open upon hearing the yelling. He couldn't quite make out what was being said, but he recognized the voice and it sounded like he heard his name. He tossed the blanket off of him, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he moved into an upright sitting position. He hastily slipped his boots back on, before rushing over to Lucille and grabbing her by the handle. Negan flung the door to his room open before sprinting downstairs to where he heard the sound. Eventually, he found himself outside of Raven's door, Lucille sitting in his hands, prepared to be used just in case. "Everything alright in there?" He called, silently hoping for an answer. Concern was evident on his face, his heart and mind both racing.

Raven keeps trying to calm down and covers her face with her hand hears Negan's voice and closes her eyes as she walks over to the door and opens it a crack. "Yeah Negan I'm fine I hope I didn't wake you up. Just go back to bed I'll be fine." She says that she knows she won't be able to go back to sleep after this nightmare every time she has a nightmare it's always bout NegN being hurt or killed and she never goes back to sleep.

He took a step back, preparing to kick the door down but stopped in his tracks when he heard her voice. He lowered Lucille, letting her dangle near the floor as a wave of relief washed over him. His eyes went to the crack in the door, a small smile appearing on his lips. "It's fine. Besides, I needed to make sure our newest addition wasn't getting a not-so-warm welcome." He joked a bit, before his voice became serious, a hint of concern slipping through, "Are you sure you're alright? I heard your yell from upstairs.."

Raven looks down sighs and looks away hiding her face with the door. "Yeah, I'm fine I don't want you to get in trouble I have dealt with this stuff before sorry if I disturb your sleep." She says as she holds her necklace and she thinks back to her nightmare bout Negan getting bit and not being able to save him. She felt guilty for waking him up she didn't want to get him in trouble or be the talk of the community on how he was there helping her but he was going to address their relationship tomorrow.

He gave a quiet scoff of amusement, his smirk growing brighter. "'In trouble?' With who? Last time I checked, I don't have a manager or CEO to kiss the boots off, I am that guy. But aside from that, if you're sure you don't need help, then fine. If you change your mind, then you know where to find me. And again, all is forgiven." He responded. Sure, it was a little annoying to wake up, but he needed to make sure that she was okay. Her well-being meant a lot more to him than a few minutes of lost sleep.

Raven smiles slightly and nods as she slowly closes the door and puts her back against it and walks back to her bed and sits on the bed she didn't want to bother Negan about her issues she did mention to him that she gets nightmares but she only knew being held or cuddled helps her sleep but she never had that with any of her boyfriends so she just suffered and didn't sleep.

Once the door was shut, Negan released a sigh, bringing Lucille up to sit on his shoulder out of habit. He tensed briefly as the cold wood touched his bare skin, before he made his way back upstairs and into his room. He carefully sat Lucille up against the chair where he had placed her before. He closed the door behind him, leaving it unlocked. He didn't like to lock it, just in case someone had to get him in a tense situation. He walked over to his bed and sat down, slipping his boots off of his feet. He placed them back where they were at the corner of the bed, before lying down and getting comfortable as he awaited to fall back asleep.

Raven puts on her jacket and boots and walks to the door and peeks outside the room she decides to go up to the roof for fresh air and since she can't go back to sleep she will just watch the sunrise and look up at the stars she always love stargazing whenever she wanted to just be alone she stargaze. She looks up at the stars as she gets to the roof and sits in the middle of the roof.

Negan eyes fluttered open as the sunlight began to trickle through his window. He glanced around his room with squinted eyes, a groggy grumble escaping his throat, as he moved the blanket off of him. He sat upright, rubbing his face a little with his hand, his eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light. He changed out of the jogging pants and back into his signature clothes, before heading to his mirror to comb his hair. Once he felt presentable, he walked over to Lucille, taking her into his hands before staring at the door ahead of him. After a deep sigh, he lifted the bat onto his shoulder, a smile stretching across his face as he made his way out the door.

The soles of his boots clicked against the concrete floor as he walked through the once-barren hallway. Now that dawn had broken, the Sanctuary buzzed with life as people began to get to work. As he walked by the residents, they would stop in their tracks and kneel to him, only getting back up onto their feet once he passed by. He didn't turn his gaze to them though. He was in the zone with only two things on his mind, introducing Raven and the upcoming trip to Alexandria. Negan stopped outside of Raven's door, giving it a knock, unaware that she might have already been out and about. "Up and at 'em, Rosie. Big day today." He called, waiting to see if he'd hear an answer.

Raven was still up on the roof she stayed up all night watching the sunrise it was so beautiful. Her nightmare may be a bitch to deal with but having the time to appreciate the beauty of a sunrise. She felt better but she felt exhausted too she was just glad she got some sleep when she did. She knows today is a big day for Negan and she needs to be ready to show who she is to everyone and that she needs to get ready for the day. She walks to the roof door walks downstairs and walks to her room she notices Negan standing there at her door. She was still in her tank top and shorts she only used her jacket to cover up and her boots on as well, she needed to get dressed for the day and she might as well wear a badass outfit. "Hi, Negan." She says softly approaching him.

Negan tapped his index finger a couple of times on Lucille as he awaited a response. If she was sleeping in, he could exactly blame her. After all, she had already explained to him that she had trouble sleeping. Negan had just opened his mouth to speak once more but didn't get the chance as he heard someone call his name. His eyes trailed away from the door as he turned in the direction he heard the noise, his eyes landing upon her as she approached. His lips instantly formed a grin as he saw her. "Well, shit, if that isn't a pleasant surprise. Good morning, darling."

Raven sighs and smiles softly "I guess it is a good morning I have been up all night I was on the roof stargazing after I had a nightmare. That's what I was screaming bout last night I watched the sunrise it was so beautiful. I need to get ready for the day if you want to wait it wouldn't take me long at all or I can get ready in my bathroom and you can wait in my room so you don't get spotted." She says as she opens her door and walks into her room.

Negan's smile faded a little when he heard that she had stayed awake for so long. "Those nightmares are a pain in your ass, aren't they?" He asked, before shaking his head with a sigh. As she continued speaking, he couldn't help but chuckle as she once more mentioned her worry about him 'getting in trouble.' "I'll be fine out here, Rosie. Unless you want me to go in there and hide my head from my non-existent manager."

Raven giggles and shakes her head "I'm just trying to help you not get caught by your wives and them asking why you are outside my door. But you can come in Negan." She says walking to him out of the door and grabbing his arm dragging him inside her room. "I wouldn't be long okay just give me a few minutes." She says grabbing her clothes from her bag and walking to the bathroom closing the door but leaving it cracked so they can talk while she gets dressed. "And yeah bout my nightmares they are a pain in my ass but I've dealt with them for years so it's not a big deal." She says

He chuckled, rolling his eyes a little. He wasn't afraid of his wives doing anything to him, he just didn't want them to get any ideas when it came to her. After all, he was pampering her and putting all of his attention on Raven, but she got to remain free, unlike them. When he was pulled inside, his brows raised before his smile was replaced by a surprised expression for a brief moment. As soon as he had crossed the doorframe though, his smile had already returned. Negan shut the door behind him, before taking Lucille off of his shoulder and letting her dangle near the floor. He didn't walk far into her room, wanting to give her privacy as she changed, even though the bathroom door was nearly shut. "Again, the doctor has sleeping pills if you ever decide to try. That shit will knock you out cold in just 30 minutes and keep you out for at least eight hours. But, it's your sleep, so I'll let you decide on that."

Raven looks at herself in the mirror and sighs as he suggests sleeping pills. She opens the door walks out and looks over at him. "Thank you Negan but my mental health is ummm not great I've had thoughts Negan anytime I did find something like sleeping pills or regular pills I had dark thoughts in the back of my head so I'll deal with myself having the lack of sleep." She says as she walks to her bag grabs her knives and puts them in her holsters.

His smile faded as the revelation hit him, concern appearing in his eyes. Negan's heart sank, now aware that if he were to get her that medicine, he may give her the very thing that take her away from him once again. He wanted to offer comfort, but after so many years of pushing away his compassion, he wasn't exactly sure how. As much as he hated to, he decided to try to find a way to move on. Otherwise, he'd be stuck there as he struggled to find something to say. "Pills are a big no-no, got it. Anyway, let's not keep the others waiting, shall we? There's a lot of eager faces just dying to meet the newest enigma." He spoke, a small smile appearing on his face.

Raven smiles and walks over to him puts her hand on his chest looks into his eyes and smiles softly "Thank you for helping though Negan I appreciate it. And yeah we don't want to keep your adoring people waiting. The only thing I can think of on helping me is having someone to hold me at night to help me sleep but it's fine." She says as she walks to the door before patting his face softly

Negan's eyes trailed down to her hand upon his chest, his grin brightening. "Someone wanted another feel, didn't they?" He teased, before returning the gaze into her eyes. "You're welcome, sweetheart. Well then, let's go." He began to gently move away to go for the door but stopped in his tracks upon hearing what she said and feeling her hand touch his face. He was tempted to offer her the chance to become one of his wives. That way, she could get rid of her nightmares and she'd be kept safe in the sanctuary. Although, he already knew that she'd say no. Not only did she hate the idea of him having multiple wives, but she already expressed her dislike of being stuck in a building.

Raven looks over her shoulder at him and sees him stop in his tracks and looks at him confused "What is it Negan? What's going on in that brain of yours?" She asks wondering what made him stop she doesn't want him to be uncomfortable with her touching him but she always has touched him before the apocalypse she always just makes those sweet little touches on his chest and cheek. Hope he doesn't feel weirded out by it. She just wishes things could go back to the way they were before the apocalypse.

He put his attention on her, his smile returning. He wasn't weirded out or uncomfortable by her touch, it was just that it had been so long since then. Every single time it was like an electric shock of nostalgia, one that he had missed so much. Brief laughter escaped his mouth before he decided to speak, "It's nothing to worry your pretty little head about, Raven. Just thoughts." He reached a little past her to open the door for her as he usually did. As he pushed the door open, he lifted Lucille, resting her upon his left shoulder again.

Raven walks out of the room and looks at him smiles and sighs "Okay Negan I don't want you to hide anything from me okay? I like to know that you can trust me and let me listen to be here for you because I'm not going anywhere." She says as she walks with Negan down the hall wondering what he was thinking. She wants to know what he's thinking about; she doesn't want to be left in the dark about anything that happens with Negan or what he's planning or thinking about.

Negan followed her out of the room, before shutting the door behind him. Once he was sure that the door was secured shut, he put his attention back on her. "Trust me, sweetheart. You wouldn't have liked it. You'd be fussy the entire way to the meeting." He teased, beginning to walk in the direction of their destination. Negan shot a glance over to her as he smirked. After a moment, though, he released a soft sigh. "But, if you're certain that you want to know, then you can always ask again." He spoke, his attention going to the path ahead of him as they continued their journey to what many Saviors had dubbed 'the killing floor.' It was the largest room of the sanctuary where they held their announcements. It was also where they performed live executions of those who wronged them, thus the name.

Raven looks around the large room she stops in her tracks making sure Negan walks in front of her because she isn't ready to show her face to his group yet she wants him to do his introduction and announce and then bring her out to introduce her to everyone she stands there holding her arms crossed. "How bout you tell me what you were thinking on what would make me upset? Before we do this introduction..." She asked she wasn't sure if she was ready for what he was going to say on what he would ask but she needed to hear him out.

Negan silently appreciated that she walked behind him, he'd rather be the one to introduce her than her doing it herself. Not only would it look bad on him as a leader, but others might think she was above the rules. He was pulled from his thoughts and stopped in his tracks when he heard her speak. He turned around to face her, releasing a sigh. "Well, if you're so desperate to know, I was thinking about what you said earlier. And the thought crossed my mind of asking you to be one of my wives. That way, I could chase away your little night terrors, and you wouldn't have to work a single day in your life. You could spend as much time with me as your heart desires. But judging by how much you hate the idea of wives, I didn't ask."

Raven looks up at him blushing and then looks down hiding her face and her arms going to her side feeling her heartbeat fast but she doesn't want to share him she didn't feel like she could handle being one of his wives and having to fight or try and get his attention. "I don't think thats a good idea I just wish I could get help without having to be one of your wives Negan but like I said I'll deal with the nightmares on my own." She says as she walks to the wall leans against it and looks down not looking at him just waiting for him to do what he needs to.

Negan grinned as he watched her blush. He loved to watch people get flustered, especially when it came to Raven. For a moment he thought he might be wrong about her saying no, but his suspicions were quickly confirmed as she spoke. He released a sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, can't blame me for trying." He spoke, before turning and walking away. As he began walking up the stairs onto a balcony-like platform, he did the same two-note whistle from before. Instantly, the people who had gathered below dropped to their knees in a kneel, lowering their heads as if a king stood before them. A smile appeared on Negan's lips, his eyes full of pride as he stared down at the sea of people below. After a moment, he gave a signal, the people rising onto their feet and lifting their heads to look at him. "Listen up, you sorry bunch! Today, I've got a special treat for you." He turned his eyes towards Raven, a silent signal for her to walk over.

Raven watches Negan go up the stairs and watches in mesmerized she loves how Negan carries himself in front of his people even though it seems like he carries himself with fear for his people to listen she notices him looking at her she looks down at the people and glances up at him as she slowly walks over to him she stood straight showing how strong and badass she is. But she notices how many people there are she doesn't notice his wives down in the group wondering if he's going to introduce them to her later or fully avoid her meeting his wives.

Negan smiled a little brighter as she walked over, unable to stop himself from making a quick quip, "Come on up, sweetheart. We don't bite. Well, some of us do, but they can't reach you from up here." Negan laughed a bit to himself before his eyes turned to look at his crowd of loyal followers again. "I'd like you all to meet Raven. She and I go way back, back when the world was still spinning like it had a purpose. She's seen the worst, survived to worst, and still stands tall today.. I expect you all to treat her with your utmost respect. Anything less, and you'll be getting some one-on-one time with good ol' Lucille here.. Understood?"

The crowd, once dead-silent, now uproared with affirmative answers before falling silent once again. Although they never dared to say anything, the men and women of the Saviors remained a little skeptical of Raven. Of course, they'd do their best not to show it in front of their brutal leader, fearing the consequences that would follow.

Negan grinned, his pearly white teeth shining in the morning light. "Good.." A couple of seconds later, he turned his attention back onto Raven, "Would you like to add anything, or shall I move on?" He questioned.

Raven looks over at him smiles softly and chuckles as she pulls out two of her knives shines them in the light and looks down at everyone. She clears her throat smirks and grips her knives in her hands "If any of you tries anything to me even if Negan is not around I will take care of you myself or otherwise if you think I wouldn't tell my dear old friend Negan what you did well he hears the big man on what he said so try me I dear you!" She yells leaning down against the railing and then standing up tall and proud looking over at Negan smirking and then winking at him.

Negan returned the gaze, raising his brows a little upon the wink. After a little chuckle, he decided to speak once more. "Well, boys and girls, you heard her. Treat her as your equal, or you'll be demoted to the fences. Plain and simple.." Upon mentioning 'the fences' a spark of recognition and fear flickered on their faces. Sure, it didn't sound like something bad on the surface, but in reality, he was threatening to kill them and chain their walker to the fence surrounding the sanctuary.

"Alright," He started up again, "Big day today. Today, we're gonna be taking a little field trip to a place called Alexandria. It's time to show these folks what the Saviors are all about - strength, order, and a dash of swagger. Now, I want you all to look sharp, like a well-oiled machine. We're gonna stroll in there like kings and queens and make sure they understand who's in charge now. But remember, we're not there just to flex our muscles. We're here to make sure they're keeping up on their end of the deal. So, put on your best smiles, polish those negotiation skills, and let's give Alexandria a visit they won't soon forget. Now, I expect you all to be locked and loaded in those trucks in 45. No more, no less.. Dismissed." With a movement of his hand, the crowd began to stir, moving to leave the room and begin preparing.

Raven looks at him confused as she leans against the railing crossing her arms wondering what he is talking about with the fence and where they are going today. "The fence? Alexandria? Man, you are a busy man today, aren't you? And a question for you. Are you going to keep me a secret from your wives or were they down there with the rest of your group? Just wondering." She questions putting her knives away in her holsters on her hips

Negan continued looking out at the people below before his attention was immediately brought to her as she spoke. "Well, I am leading a group with hundreds of people." He responded in turn to what she said about being busy. "My, that's a lot of questions to go over. What I meant by the fences was if someone tries to harm you, they'll be killed and their walker chained to the fence. It's a damn good reminder of the consequences here, and it deters the dead. So, it's a win-win, and Alexandria. Remember how I was telling you about the prick that slaughtered one of our outposts while they slept? His name is Rick and he's the one that was in charge of Alexandria, but there's no need to worry. Already had a meeting with him and his friends, and offered them a deal they couldn't refuse. Now, they work for me. We're going there to get the supplies he's been so kind as to promise us. And my wives were in the crowd, don't you worry."

Raven looks at him and then glances down seeing the women with black dresses and heels I see them staring at me giving me glares she rolls her eyes and glares back at them as she looks back up at Negan "Right I remember what else do we need to do before we leave on our little outing today? Do I need to bring anything or do anything before we leave?" She asks wondering if she needs to bring her weapons with her in case this Alexandria group tries anything while we are there she doesn't know what happened but she wants to make sure she supports Negan on what he's planning with this group.

Negan didn't seem to notice his wives shooting dirty looks in Raven's way, at first. It wasn't until he watched her making faces in return that his eyes trailed over to them. Before he could react, his attention fell upon Raven once again as he heard her speak. His brows raised, before he leaned back slightly. "'We?' I thought you said you hardly slept last night. Shouldn't you stay here and catch some Z's?" He questioned. He didn't necessarily want to leave her here, but he also didn't want to have her tag along in case things got messy. After all, he wasn't too sure how she'd react if he were to bash someone's skull in front of her. Already, she showed distaste for how people feared him, if she saw the reason why, it'd probably cause more harm than good.

Raven looks at him and crosses her arms as she stands up off the railing and sighs "I'm not going to sleep Negan if I try I'm just going wake from. my nightmares again plus you said I could tag along I rather be with than be alone with people don't trust. Plus I wanted to tell you what my nightmares are and also I wanted to tell you how I killed my parents too you would've been proud I think of how I did." She says she didn't know if he had ever bashed people's heads in other than the threats he gave to scare his people or his enemies.

Negan sighed, his smile fading as he stared her in the eyes. Even though he knew what she said was true, he still wasn't sure about allowing her to go. After all, if she was tired from the lack of sleep then she probably wouldn't be as alert as the others, anyway. However, Negan was a man of his word, and although he was deeply regretting what he said earlier, he'd still live up to his promise. Besides, he wanted to know more about the topics she mentioned. A moment later, Negan released a sigh before giving a nod. "Grab your guns, ammo, and some food for the trip. Meet me at the '94 'AM General M35A3. The big military car thing."

Raven smiles softly and she nods "Look Negan I know you're worried bout me but whenever I go through a night with little sleep I'm still very much alert I taught myself how to be alerted especially with walkers on there in the woods. Plus Negan you wouldn't want anything to happen to me if you were gone I know I said I can handle myself but what if it goes worse like being tortured, or killed without you knowing? I only trust you with my life." She says

Negan shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face. Even though he was still unsure, he trusted her judgment. She was the one with more knowledge on the subject, and she was making some pretty good points. Besides, if they were lucky, they wouldn't have to do anything too overexerting. "Damn, you're persistent. I already said you could go, get your shit before I change my mind." He joked, reaching his hand over and ruffling her hair a little, before he began to walk away to get prepared for their journey.

Raven smiles and giggles as she playfully pushes him and walks away back towards her room when she gets to her room she grabs her crossbow, and pistol since she already had her knives on her she wasn't all that hungry so hopefully she not getting a snack will be fine. She walks to the bathroom looks at herself in the mirror, and smiles. She walks to the bedroom door and walks back towards the big room area she keeps her guard up as she walks the halls in case someone comes behind her or near her.

Negan smiled a little more upon her response to his teasing, before continuing on his way to the front of the Sanctuary. Saviors were hurriedly going to and fro through the halls, gathering guns and ammunition from their armory and bringing them on the truck. They weren't bringing a crazy amount. After all, this was just a check-up, nothing too major. Meanwhile, Negan stood nearby the General M35A3 like he said he would, his back pressed up against the tailgate with his gaze overlooking the swarm of people doing his bidding. Even now, it still felt surreal to have a whole army of loyal people at his disposal, but he enjoyed every minute of it.

Raven walks down the stairs walks outside and looks around she sees Negan at the truck, and she walks over to him. She has her crossbow on her back with her pistol in her hip holster. She wasn't sure what would be happening next but she wanted to make sure that she was prepared for anything even if it was not going to end up going well she knew Negan would protect her in case something bad happened. "Well, I'm ready to go Negan." She says

Negan's attention didn't move over to her until she was within a couple of yards, wanting to make sure he kept his eyes on his men. Once he turned his head to look at her, his smile instantly appeared on his face. "Glad to hear it." He spoke, raising his hand in the air and signaling for the others to load up into the vehicles. Instantly, everyone stirred and began climbing into the trucks or on their bikes. Negan too began to move to get in one of the trucks but stopped in his tracks. Seeing Raven's crossbow had given him an idea, one that would be another way to rub his dominance in Rick's face. "Hey, Dwight!" Negan called.

A couple of seconds later, a voice rose from inside a burgundy '99 Ford F-150 Supercab. "Yeah, boss?" "Fetch the prisoner and have him tag along," Negan instructed, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. "Which one boss?" The voice called again. The man stayed inside the truck still, although he did have the door slightly ajar now. "That asshole with the raspy voice. The one you took the vest from. Go get him and load him up. Rick will be tickled pink to see him, I'm sure." Negan spoke, opening up the door on the passenger side of the military vehicle, and gesturing for Raven to climb inside. He figured she'd rather travel in the same vehicle as him since she already communicated her distrust of the others.

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Narrator: she was not fine

You chanced a glance down at your lit up screen, his name flashing with a text that said: How’d I never realize how pretty my view is from the front yard?

The corners of your mouth twitched, flames licking underneath your cheeks when your eyes caught his out your window. The big dopey smile that took over his face made you giggle as he waved eagerly, dressed nice like he had been the morning you ran into him last week. You wiggled your fingers, biting your bottom lip at the way his dark navy button up looked tucked into the waist of his black slacks. The leather belt looked nicer than the last one, the silver of the buckle blinding in the setting sun. His hair was freshly done, free of any signs of those big hands of his. The stubble on his jaw was gone again, but you learned that was never for very long.

The last one is of Steve and Bandit. A selfie taken at sunrise, Bandits tongue sticks out and you swear he’s smiling just like his handsome owner that has him pulled against his side. A part of a tent peaks over his shoulder and you wonder if this is where they’re at right now.

UGGGGHHH THESE DESCRITPIONS OF HIS HOUSE. THESE PICTURES. I HAAATTTEEE YOU FOR MAKING HIM SO SEXY ALSO NEVER STOP

You’re hit with the smell of his cologne when you open his office door, your thighs pressing together when you imagine him sitting in the big black leather chair behind an even bigger, matching colored desk. Glass cased baseball memorabilia takes space on one of his walls, along with plaques of achievements from his job. There’s framed pictures of him shaking hands of baseball players you couldn’t name, but you’re sure a normal person who liked sports could. There’s a tall bookshelf on the other side of the room. The spines all glossed, bright bold wording of sports memoir’s, marketing guides, and what looks like college course advertising books.

The can swings loosely in your hand when you walk to the dresser, a smirk already forming on your lips at the thought of what these ones will tell you about him. Your eyes land on one of him in between Eddie and Peach on what seems to be their wedding day, both of them placing sloppy kisses on either cheek. The big dopey grin face doesn’t hide the tear stains. The White Chapel sign behind them tells you it’s Vegas, and the way Steve is dressed as a much sexier Elvis only confirms your suspicions.

Sexy Elvis Leighanne?! SEXY. ELVIS?! I HATE YOU.

How can you compete with a ghost? The nagging feeling that you’ll always be second best already stings and he hasn’t even picked you yet.

But in all seriousness, the way you've introduced us to Steve's past with these little glimpses, reader's own insecurities and her side of the story versus Steve's is being dealt with so gracefully and intricately. It's a very real thing to compare ourselves to her, and we don't know all the details yet, we're just taking what we think we know and breaking down. And as someone who's had the honor of getting to read the next chapter already, I know that we are not done getting to read how you tell their story beautifully 💛

All I Really Want Is You

older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader chap six/ten - a slow burn series of blurbs - updated every wednesday

I Don’t Know You, But I Want To

summary: Sometimes curiosity has consequences.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ series for future chapters, mentions of death, hints on how Steve’s wife died, bouts of self consciousnesses.

authors note: sorry guys, you knew this chapter had to happen. i promise i’ll make up for it! enjoy a few more easter eggs from @carolmunson ‘s orange colored sky in here. I’ve had so much fun talking about these two old men’s friendship with you!

🌇 <- chapter five

The Masterlist / The Playlist / The Tune:

End of June

You didn’t realize when Steve asked you to water his plants, that he meant in just three short days after the almost kiss in his kitchen. The opposite schedules the two of you seem to always work made it so you hardly got a glimpse of him before he and Bandit disappeared to Starved Rock for what you learned was their annual camping trip.

The Good Morning Tough Girl texts started the next day after your number exchange, waking you up with a kaleidoscope of butterflies twisting and turning in your stomach and a smile so big it made your cheeks hurt. It helped you get over only getting to physically see him one time through your living room window before he left. Your phone had vibrated at your feet while you watered your now flourishing Ivy thanks to the new curtains you were proud to say were installed by yourself. You chanced a glance down at your lit up screen, his name flashing with a text that said: How’d I never realize how pretty my view is from the front yard?

Another buzz: Going to dinner with a client, wish it was fish tacos with you instead.

Steve feels like he won the lottery when he can see the way your face lights up from his spot in his front yard. Eddie’s voice rings loudly inside his head, sticking to every single one of his negative thoughts like glue telling him it’s okay and he finally starts to believe it, especially when he gets a text back from you.

Maybe next time 😉

It’s thunderstorming the day you go over, the key tucked away in a lockbox by his door. He gave you access by texting the code the night before with a promise to take you to dinner as a thank you when he got back. The nerves that dance inside you feel like they did the first time you came here when you stand in front of the stained glass of his front door even though he’s five hours away.

It’s quiet, the lively energy from a few nights ago gone with the man. The cedar of his candle still lingers thick in the air and you can’t help but inhale deeply. It smells like him. You leave your shoes and umbrella on his front porch, closing the door gently like you were scared to wake someone up. The pattering of the rain on his windows fills the silence, your shoulders dropping in the serenity. Pulling your phone from your back pocket you look through your texts with the list of the rooms the plants were in.

Only three — his office and living room on the first floor and his bedroom on the second.

The coffee white oak floors creak under your socked feet as you take your first apprehensive steps past the entryway. He left the watering can on the kitchen island just like he said he would, your skin pebbles when you’re brought back to the last time you were in here. The sun fights to shine through the thick storm clouds outside, making the lighting that bleeds through his windows soften everything up. The water from the sink hits the metal of the can, mixing perfectly with the rain.

You wish he was here.

The can is heavy in your hands when you stop at the doorway of the living room, the contents inside sloshing around and daring to spill onto his floor. You curse under your breath with a pause to take in the room you only got a glimpse of before. There’s an electric fireplace, tall black steel that takes up most of the wall next to the sliding glass door that leads to his small backyard.

Two large beige area rugs cover most of the wood floors in here, a cream frayed trim lining them. Bandit’s bed sits big, fluffy and dark brown nestled by the fireplace, giving him a perfect view out the window. Strands of his lighter hairs leave behind evidence that this might be his favorite spot in the house. A woven basket filled with various chew toys that look freshly tossed in isn’t very far from it. The rain comes down harder but you can still see the spots of lime green littering the grass where the rambunctious German shepherd left his tennis balls. Spoiled.

The cognac color of his leather couch set is rich, and it shines even in the dim lighting like it was freshly lotioned. It looks like the kind of comfortable where the cushions mold against the weight of your body - soft, inviting, the one in the middle looking a little more worn in than the rest. This must be Steve’s favorite spot.

Your eyes meet the 65” TV mounted to the wall in front of it and realize why. The coffee table matches the dark color of the floors. The candle that was the culprit for the smell of his house sitting in the middle next to three remotes lined perfectly next to each other.

There’s a long, taller companion table that sits at the other doorway that leads back out to the landing of his staircase. Framed pictures, bottles of various liquors of all shades and crystal cocktail glasses cover the top of it.

What does he think of your place?

You try to push the intrusive thought down as you make your way to the lush Monstera plant that sits in a white pot on top of wooden legs next to the sliding glass door. Its leaves hang heavy, clearly taken care of. The deep emerald of it reminds you of what Steve’s eyes look like sometimes. The soil takes what you give it greedily, barely leaving enough for the few smaller plants that rest on shadow shelves along his gray walls. A few of them make you stand on your tiptoes to reach.

Curiosity wins on your way to refill the can, crossing the room to look at the framed pictures. You aren’t surprised when you see one of Eddie and Bandit as a puppy, it looks like the first day they brought him home. Eddie’s dimples show in a bright smile as he looks at the camera with Bandit’s big bubble gum pink tongue pressed sloppily against a clean shaven cheek.

The other is of Steve and a curly haired boy at a college graduation, they both look like they were caught in the middle of laughing at something. You can’t help your own smile when you look at it. Steve looks a little younger, a little less gray in his hair like it had only just started. He’s wearing wire rim glasses, and that crisp white dress shirt you like him in so much. He looks happy.

The floor of this room is carpeted with the same color as the area rugs in his living room. Your footsteps are a little more careful as you try not to spill any water on it as you make your way to the three hanging spider plants in the window that overlooks his front yard.

Your nose catches a hint of the cigars you know he smokes as you get closer to his desk. He must keep them in here. A silver closed MacBook sits on top of it, another baseball — only this one is signed and kept safe in a glass case. There's a Polaroid of Bandit with a cubs hat on his head with a laughing Peach barely visible behind him. The obvious closeness of the three of them makes you realize how much he let you into his world the other night.

A world where he wanted to kiss you.

You curse under your breath when you almost spill water on the carpet, too lost in realization of what this could be.

When you reach your final destination on the second floor, you stop at his closed door. Your hand hovers over the knob, heart hammering so hard in your chest like he was waiting for you on the other side. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you exhale through your lips - willing your nerves to give you mercy. There’s a soft click when you turn the knob and the quietest noise from the hinges when you push it open.

The crisp white of his fluffy duvet that covers his king size bed, mutes the gray of his walls. The olive green throw at the end of it that matches the area rug under the bed, the warmth of the color relaxes your senses. Your breathing evens out, your heart rate slows down.

There’s another dog bed at the foot of his that matches the one downstairs and you wonder how often Bandit really sleeps in this one at night. The lack of hair on it compared to the other one tells you not very often. Your cheeks tingle fiercely when you see the mirror you got a glimpse of his bare chest through, your eyes quickly finding the bathroom he had come out of.

“Jesus Christ,” you grumble to yourself, trying to push back the memory while standing alone in his bedroom.

There’s another Monstera by his window that you can see your bedroom out of. The last one on the list. You have to pass by another large dresser on your way, even more pictures sit on top of it, taking up the space that was left next to a cherry wood watch box. Another cedar candle sits behind the framed pictures, the scent lingering in the air despite not being lit.

The plants take what’s left in the watering can, and you peek out the window just to see what he sees. The navy curtains you’d hung up are half open giving you a perfect glimpse into your room, the pile of dirty laundry you plan to do after this perfectly visible. You gulp audibly.

Next to that one is a picture of Steve, only he looks really young- fresh out of high school young. Biting your lip into a smile at the volume of his hair, he’s leaning against a maroon BMW with pants so tight you're sure they made all the girls flustered. You shake your head with a roll of your eyes before taking in the brown curly haired girl sticking her head out of the back seat window. Another girl with honey waves pushing her head out in the small space next to her, you swear you can hear the giggles that are so evident on their faces.

Thunder cracks loudly outside, bringing you back with a jump. You’re dreading the short walk home. You glance out the window wearily before bringing your attention back to the little bit of Steve scattered over the top of his dresser. Then you see it. You see her.

The frame that holds the picture is silver, the words ‘always and forever’ etched across the bottom. It’s taken somewhere tropical and Steve looks like he’s your age in it, his jaw somehow sharper, his hair blonder. His smile is so big it shows all of his teeth, a bright yellow short sleeve button up that makes his skin look golden. The top two buttons undone revealing the chest hair you’d gotten a few glimpses of. He’s glowing.

She’s just as beautiful, big bright green eyes and dark chestnut hair that falls in effortless curls down to her chest. They look natural, like she didn’t have to do it herself. She’s tucked into his side in what looks like seats in the back of a boat, the coral dress that flows over the curves of her body makes your stomach turn. The big rock on her hand rested purposefully on his chest tells you exactly what this picture is.

Jealousy twists green in a tight knot inside of you, guilt you weren’t expecting makes you feel nauseous when you see what’s hanging off the corner of the frame. A dark teal rubber bracelet with the words Team ALS Chicago 2022 in white font.

Lightning flashes white hot, making something gleam and catch in the corner of your eye from his watch box. Taking a closer look, the tightening of your chest at what you find makes the air leave your lungs all at once when you see their wedding rings tucked in between the soft white cushions inside the box.

The reality of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks. Steve had a whole life before he met you. A life with someone beautiful, someone he didn’t fall out of love with, someone who didn’t break his heart, someone who, if things were different he’d still be with.

If you moved next door in that reality, you’d just be someone he’d maybe wave to from time to time, not paying any mind to the thirty year old girl already suffering through a midlife crisis next door. The girl who moved to the city with no friends and no plan. The college drop out. The opposite of the well put together woman that belonged hanging off his chest like that, with a ring on her finger that could pay off your credit card debt and then some.

How can you compete with a ghost? The nagging feeling that you’ll always be second best already stings and he hasn’t even picked you yet.

You try to blink away the tears that threaten to spill out, feeling stupid for being this upset over what started off as a silly crush, it really shouldn’t hurt this much. The cedar that comforted you feels like it's suffocating now. Like he’s here. The thought of bringing the watering can down doesn’t even cross your mind when you leave it on the dresser to make your escape.

The breath that comes out through trembling lips is shaky, still, you're proud of the fact that you haven’t cried yet.

Tough girl.

When you open the front door, it's windier than when you first got here, the sun starting its disappearing act for the moon. It makes the summer storm match the one brewing inside of you. You shove your feet into your shoes before pulling the door shut behind you. You lock the key back into the box, before grabbing your umbrella. Your vision goes blurry but you don’t give into it, telling yourself it’s stupid to be so upset. The buzz of your phone in your back pocket is what stops you from taking the first step off his porch.

Steve

Found a spot with some service on our hike, just wanted to check in. Hope you got into the house okay. Bandit says he misses you.

The dam that you’d worked so hard to build breaks, tears falling down your face like the rain falling from the sky. You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand before you reply to him for what you tell yourself is the last time. It’ll hurt less like this, it’s better for both of you this way. At least that’s what you try to tell yourself before you hit send.

Plants are watered 👍

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