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Heart | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Eventual ? ;) )

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, SMUT 18+ MDNI, elements of dom/sub, oral (m and f receiving), orgasm denial (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid. wrap it up.), face riding (f receiving), begging, cockwarming

Word Count: 6046

A/N: Giving the people what they want. AGAIN. MINORS! GO AWAY!!! SHOO! TAKE A JUICE BOX AND A STICKER ON THE WAY OUT!!

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“Here he is, Detective,” the young mortician said to Sam as she pulled the body of a man out of a cold locker. The man had stitches running along his chest, stomach, shoulders, and throat; some reminiscent of deep bite marks.

“That’s a pretty nasty bite,” Sam commented. “You know what bit him?”

The young woman averted her eyes. “I haven’t quite determined that just yet.”

“C’mon, Doc,” you pleaded. “Off the record.” You left Dean back in the motel room once he promised you he’d stay put.

“Okay,” the mortician began, “way, way off the record—”

“Sure,” Sam nodded.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say the guy was attacked by a wolf. But unless I know that the zoo is missing one of their lobos, I’m going with pit bull.” She eyed Sam cautiously. “I like my job.”

“Yeah, I hear you,” Sam chuckled.

“One more thing. This guy, was his heart missing?” you asked.

She seemed surprised. “Yeah, how did you know that? I haven’t even finished my report.”

“Lucky guess,” you shrugged.

You and Sam left the morgue and began the drive back to Dean.

“How’ve your nightmares been?” you asked Sam while he drove out of the morgue’s parking lot.

He turned to you quizzically.

“What? I hear you up at three in the morning,” you smirked.

“I get up early anyway. How do you know I still have ‘em?”

“You don’t have a great poker face, Sammy. When something’s bothering you, I can literally see the wheels in your head turning,” you replied.

He sighed. “I’ll get over it.”

You shot him a look.

“It’s just— It’s not just Jessica anymore,” he explained. “It’s my dad, it’s what Meg did while she took me for a joy ride—”

“That sounds dirty, man,” you cut in.

He gave you a playful glare. “It’s like I told you. I’m scared as hell.”

You stayed silent for a moment. “Hey, you’re still you. And that’s all that matters.” You turned to face him in your seat, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You haven’t gone all ‘sith lord’ on us yet. And I honestly don’t think you will. You just… you don’t have that in you.”

His lips curled into a sad smile once more. “Thanks, (Y/N/N).”

“Any time.”

“Any update on you and Dean?”

“Oh, would you look at that, we’re here,” you smirked as Sam pulled into the motel parking lot.

He glared at you. “(Y/N)—”

“I know, I know, we’ll talk later,” you giggled. You headed into the brothers’ motel room. Dean was cleaning his guns on his bed, and you explained what you’d seen and found out from the mortician to him. The lawyer you’d examined wasn’t the first heart-free corpse, but he was the first man. Over the last year, several women had gone missing; their bodies washed up on shore, but were too deteriorated to make out anything besides the fact that their hearts were missing. The lunar cycle was exactly right for a werewolf killing as well.

“Awesome,” Dean grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?”

“I’m sorry, man, but what about ‘a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight’ don’t you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven’t seen one since we were kids,” the older brother protested.

“Okay, Sparky. And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland,” Sam snarked, making you giggle.

“You know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down.” He held up a silver bullet. “One of these bad boys right to the heart. So, what’s our next move?”

“Talk to the girl who found the body,” replied Sam.

***

The girl who found the body had sharp, angular features and beautiful dark hair. You could tell Sam was slightly enamored by her from the second she let you into her apartment. The woman introduced herself as Madison. She showed an older man who’d come to check on her out of the apartment and motioned for you to take a seat at her kitchen table.

“You must be pretty shaken up,” started Sam. “You were Nate Mulligan’s assistant, right?”

“For two years, yeah,” she nodded.

“So, you knew all about him?” Dean questioned.

“Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was…” she trailed off, smiling uncomfortably, “he was nice.”

“But?”

“Nothing, really. I— He had a few scotches in him, and he'd started hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type.”

You looked over at Dean, given that was the one thing about him you disliked. “Yeah, I do, actually.”

Dean noticed your look, and he shrank a little at your apparent disappointment. “Did, uh, did he have any enemies?”

“What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.

“No, yeah, we’re just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him – a former client, an ex?”

You noticed her discomfort and pressed further. “What is it?”

“Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt—”

“Kurt have a last name?” Dean cut her off.

“Mueller,” she answered. After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. He’s… well, he’s kind of been stalking me. He got it in his head that something was going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office.”

“What happened?” you asked.

“Kurt got into it with Nate; threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job,” she explained.

“When was the last time you saw Kurt?” Dean asked.

“A few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up,” Madison replied.

“And?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. It was like he was watching me. Then he was gone. To tell you the truth, he scares me.”

“I can understand that,” you told her.

She gave you a smile.

Madison led you out of her apartment, and Sam wrote his number down for her to call you if she needed anything.

***

As night fell, Dean suggested you head to the ex-boyfriend’s house to investigate if he lived in a creature’s lair. Upon arrival, you discovered Kurt wasn’t home. However, you felt uneasy. You chalked it up to the fact that you were breaking and entering, but you’d never felt anxiety in a situation such as this previously. It almost felt like something was watching you.

“(Y/N/N), you okay?” Sam asked you upon noticing your discomfort.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just… hurry this up. I got a bad feeling about this.”

“Okay, Skywalker,” Dean quipped.

“Anything?” you asked, ignoring his comment.

“No, nothing but leftovers and a six-pack. No human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs either,” he replied. You suddenly heard a door open and close followed by a crashing sound coming from outside. You shared a brief look with Sam before running out to the balcony. Down the wall of the building, there were claw marks in the concrete wall, sliding all the way down to the ground.

You cringed at the sight. “That’s just great.”

Seconds later, you heard a gunshot. You ran down the fire escape and out of the apartment, heading toward where you thought you’d heard the gun fire off. When you arrived at a dark alley, you saw the boot of a person sticking out from the shadows. Cautiously, you approached, only to find the body of an incredibly mauled policeman.

“I’ll call 911,” Sam told you and his brother.

Dean bent down to the corpse. “I’d say Kurt’s looking more and more like our Cujo.”

“I don’t know, man, his apartment didn’t scream ‘creature’s lair’ to me. Aside from the fact that it’s a standard bachelor pad,” you remarked.

Dean eyed you unamusedly. “I’m gonna ignore the implication there that all men are animals.”

You grinned. “I’m glad you caught my drift.”

“Guys, if he’s out here, we better check on Madison,” Sam said, interrupting you.

***

When you arrived at her apartment early in the morning, the older man you’d first seen in Madison’s apartment when you initially visited him peeked his head out of his door. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Police business, Glen,” Dean responded.

Madison opened the door, her face drooping slightly when she saw you. “What is it?”

You shot a look over at Glen.

“Well, maybe we should talk privately,” Sam suggested.

She nodded, still confused, and led you into her apartment. “Coffee?” she asked.

Sam accepted happily, as did Dean. You still felt uneasy, and thought you might vomit if you had something to drink.

“Has Kurt been here?” Sam asked her as she poured a cup for each of the brothers.

“Not exactly,” she replied.

“What’s that mean?” you asked.

“Well, he was outside last night. Just… looking. Just looking at me. Has he done something?”

“We’re not really sure,” Sam answered honestly.

“It’s probably nothing, but… we just don’t wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you?” Dean suggested. “Just in case he stops by. Where does he work?”

“He owns a body shop,” she replied.

“You mind grabbing that address for us?”

She nodded and started out of the room.

“Thanks,” Dean called after her.

“Alright, you go. I’ll stay,” said Sam once she was out of ear shot.

“C’mon, (Y/N),’ Dean said.

“What?” Sam questioned. “No pushback? You always wanna hangout with the hot girl.”

“Yeah, well…” the older Winchester trailed off, “Not this time, I guess.”

“You guess?” Sam scoffed. “Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?”

Dean just rolled his eyes, and a smile tugged at your lips. You thought you may have something to do with Dean’s change of heart.

“Bundle up out there, alright?” Sam said to you and Dean, shooting y0u a knowing look when his brother had turned away. You grinned back at him and followed Dean out of the apartment when Madison returned with the body shop’s address.

Dean started the drive to Kurt’s place of work, and you eyed him thoughtfully.

“What?” he asked without even turning to look at you.

“I wouldn’t have anything to do with your change of heart about staying with the cute girls, huh?” you asked, already knowing the answer. However, a large part of you just wanted him to say it out loud.

He flickered his eyes over to yours, never turning his head from the road. “No, ‘course not,” he replied.

You deflated slightly, although you knew vulnerability was difficult for him. You really and truly just wanted to hear how much you meant to him.

“Alright, fine,” he grumbled after a moment of silence. “It’s got everything to do with you.”

A smile spread across your face, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Good. I’m glad.”

*** Later that day, you discovered Kurt hadn’t been to work in a week. But because Dean was “really good,” if he did say so himself, he found out he was probably frequenting his favorite strip club.

You didn’t mind going; you enjoyed hyping the girls up. If you were a stripper, you’d much rather a girl stuffing ones in your bra than a creepy fifty-year-old man. Although, you were slightly concerned about the way Dean’s eyes were glued to the ass of the woman dancing in front of you. You couldn’t lie, though, she was hot. As long as he looked and didn’t touch, you were content.

The pretty girl in front of you bent down to take a ten dollar bill from your hand, wiggling her hips seductively as she did so. You held her gaze as she stuffed the bill in her bra with a few other ones she already earned.

Dean suddenly seemed slightly possessive. He threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

“Jealous much?” you asked.

He used the arm around your shoulders to push your face towards his, kissing you wantonly. You hummed against him just before he pulled away. You nudged his nose with yours, sighing happily. You turned back to the girl dancing only to see the man you knew to be Kurt taking a seat at the opposite side of the stage from you and Dean. You gave Dean a look, and he immediately took out his phone to call Sam.

“I found him,” Dean said, eyes on the girl dancing in front of the two of you. “Oh, yeah, my eyes are glued. Look, Sammy, I gotta let you go. I, uh, I don’t wanna... don't wanna miss anything.” He handed a dollar bill to the stripper and smiled widely when he hung up the phone.

After about an hour of generously tipping the strippers and having a few drinks, Kurt got up from the chair across from you and Dean. When he’d gotten a significant distance away, you and Dean wordlessly got up from your chairs to follow him. However, not before you turned and said, “Bye, girls!” to the dancers. The one that had been predominantly dancing in front of you and Dean waved and blew you a kiss. You blew one back, grinning.

You followed Kurt back to his apartment and sat outside, waiting for him to make a wrong move. You readied your gun, jerking to attention when you heard glass shattering. You looked back up to see the lights in Kurt’s apartment were off.

Dean breathed out, “What the—?” and you motioned for him to follow you up the fire escape. You hurried into Kurt’s apartment through the shattered window only to find Madison over the top of Kurt’s mauled body. She turned her electric blue eyes toward you and growled, bearing sharp, bloody fangs. She lunged at you, throwing you to the ground. Dean shot at her and missed, and you used her distraction to get a knick in at her arm just above her elbow with a knife you had stored in your sleeve. She howled in pain and ran out the open window.

“Motherfucker,” you cursed, uncocking your gun. “Dean, start wipin’ down your prints, we gotta get outta here,” you told him. He tossed you a handkerchief and you took care of the floor where you’d been knocked down by Madison, the fridge from when you’d first gone to investigate Kurt’s house, the countertops; everything. When you were done, Dean helped you climb out of the window without touching the sill or knicking your legs on a piece of broken glass.

As the morning sun rose, you called Sam.

Sam’s immediate response to your call was, “You guys okay?”

“Yeah. It’s Madison, Sam,” you said, cutting straight to the chase.

“What?” he asked.

“Yeah. How’d she get out without you noticing?” you questioned.

“(Y/N), I’ve been here the whole time. She’s in bed, asleep.”

“Well, she wasn’t an hour ago. Check her right arm below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife,” you told him.

Sam hung up the phone immediately after. You instructed Dean to go to Madison’s apartment, and he did so. You knocked on the door of her apartment, and the door opened to reveal an upset Sam and Madison tied to a chair by her wrists.

“How you doin’?” Dean smirked bitterly, strolling into the apartment.

“We’ve gotta talk,” Sam told the both of you firmly. You eyed him questioningly as he led you and his brother into another room. “She says she has no idea what I’m talking about.”

“She’s lying,” Dean responded simply.

“Or maybe she really doesn’t know she’s changing, you know? Maybe— maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out,” Sam argued.

Dean deadpanned, “Like a really hot Incredible Hulk. Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn’t sound rash and unconscious.”

“Yeah, but what if it was, Dean? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too.”

The older brother scoffed. “What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?”

“Look, man, I just… I don’t know, there, there, there was something in her eyes.”

“Sam, don’t let your attraction to her cloud your judgment,” you stated.

He scoffed. “You know I don’t do that.”

“Do you? This isn’t seeming like a completely rational argument, dude,” you argued calmly.

“(Y/N), I just think it may be something she has no control over. You can believe me or not—”

Dean cut Sam off. “Even if she’s telling the truth, it’s not gonna change anything. She can’t control it. That’s bad news.”

“I’m not putting a bullet through some girl’s chest who has no idea what’s happening,” Sam argued, voice rising slightly.

“Sam, she’s a monster, and you’re feeling sorry for her?” questioned Dean.

“Maybe I understand her.” Sam paused, and his voice quieted down. “Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her.”

“Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?” Dean asked.

Sam seemed to understand and took his dad’s journal out of his jacket. “Dad’s theory – ‘lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline’.”

“Might have a cure,” Dean emphasized. “Meaning ‘who the hell knows’?”

“I’m not sure about this one, guys—” you sighed, scratching your neck.

Sam shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”

“We don’t even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could’ve been years ago,” Dean replied.

Sam seemed to realize something. “No. I don’t think so.” He led you back into the room where Madison was still tied up. “Madison, when were you mugged?”

She seemed not to want to answer. Either she really had no clue what was going on, or she was a damn good actress.

“Please. It’s important, all right? Just answer the question,” Sam begged.

Reluctantly, she said, “About a month ago.”

“Did you see the guy?” the younger brother pressed further.

“No. He grabbed me from behind.”

“Did he bite you?”

Madison seemed taken aback. “How did you know that?”

“Where?” Sam continued, ignoring her question.

She still looked scared, but was honest anyway. “On- on the back of my neck.”

Sam showed her he was setting his gun down and slowly moved behind her. He gently brushed her hair away and exposed a scarred lump on the back of her neck.

“Oh, that’s just a love bite,” Dean snarked. “Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?”

“Walking home from a friend’s loft,” she said.

“Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter’s Point?” Sam questioned.

Madison nodded, eyes bleary in confusion. You could tell some of this was beginning to make sense to her, and agreed to sit with her while the boys went into another room to talk.

“So… you really have no idea, do you?” you asked, sitting in a chair across from her.

She didn’t answer you.

Your tone immediately shifted. “Look, lovebug, I don’t think you get what’s going on here. I’m gonna need you to answer my questions, okay?”

She scoffed. “What, about the fact that you guys think I’m a fucking werewolf? You realize you sound insane, right?”

“You’re a pretty good actress, I’ll give you that,” you said. “And… if you are telling the truth, I’m sorry. I’m sure you didn’t ask for this.”

She was silent for another moment.

“But you have to understand how this all looks, okay?” you continued. “People that are connected to you— Kurt, the lawyer that was creepin’ on you— they wind up dead. Then, you attack me after you kill Kurt, and things are just supposed to be all hunky-dory now? Just because you say you can’t remember?”

You seemed to have grabbed her attention. “Kurt’s dead? Oh, my god.” She began to cry softly.

You were conflicted. She seemed to be genuinely reacting to what you were saying, and you wanted to believe her. However, every instinct within screamed at you to put a silver bullet through her chest. “Madison… can you at least understand how this looks to me? Whether you think I’m crazy or not, do you at least see where I’m coming from?”

She laughed humorlessly through her tears. “You mean, if I was a deluded psycho who pretends to be a cop hunting for monsters? Yeah, I’d understand where you’re coming from.”

The boys emerged from the room. “Alright, (Y/N), you’re with me,” Dean asserted.

*** You and Dean went to Hunter’s Point, the werewolf that had “mugged” Madison’s assumed hunting grounds, and searched for the monster. You heard a woman scream, and the two of you ran in the sound’s direction. The woman, presumably a hooker, was being dragged across the pavement by her ankles toward the werewolf.

“Hey!” Dean called.

When the creature looked up, you and Dean shot at it multiple times; each hit landing in the center of the creature’s chest. The hooker immediately scrambled away, not even sparing a glance to you and Dean.

“Hey, don’t mention it!” Dean called after her.

“Take it easy,” you scolded. “She’s scared.”

The two of you turned back to the dying creature on the ground, and you discovered it was Glen, Madison’s neighbor.

“It happened... again,” Glen coughed.

You knelt beside him.

“Where am I?” He asked you. “H–help me. Oh, god. Oh my god.” He choked again, coughing up blood.

“Alright, easy, Glen. Just take it easy,” Dean told the man.

You and Dean watched as the older man’s eyes glazed over and his shuddering subsided. Your heart almost broke for him; he truly seemed to not understand what was happening to him.

***

The morning after laying Glen to rest, you and the brothers sat outside Madison’s apartment in the Impala. You planned to wait out there till the next morning to see if Madison transformed, or if you really had cured her.

Dean was explaining Glen’s death to Sam. “It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?”

“I don’t know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her,” Sam suggested.

“Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little, uh, hot breeding action.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“So?” you questioned, leaning over the back of the seat.

Sam eyed you quizzically. “So what?”

“Madison…?” you urged.

“Oh, whatever.”

You lightly shoved his shoulder. “Don’t ‘whatever’ me, kid, you liked her.”

“(Y/N/N), she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic,” he deadpanned.

“Yeah, a stark-raving lunatic that saved her life,” you challenged.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that.”

Madison suddenly appeared at Sam’s rolled-down window. “You know, for a stake-out, your car’s a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?”

“Honestly? Uh, we’re pretty sure you’re not gonna turn tonight, but we’ve gotta be a hundred percent, so… you know, we’re… lurking,” explained Dean.

“I know this sounds crazy—” Sam began.

Madison cut him off. “Sure does. Well, if we’re gonna wait it out… we might as well do it together.”

She led you and the brothers back up to her apartment. Madison seemed to hesitate before she spoke once inside. “You were telling the truth, weren’t you? About everything. What you did— it was to help me.”

Sam nodded.

“I did all of those horrible things,” she said remorsefully, “when I turned.”

“You didn’t know,” coaxed Sam.

“So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” the brunet answered. “You turned middle of the night last night. I think we’ve gotta hang in until sun-up.”

You watched Sam carefully, and Dean gave a tiny nod. “Well,” the older brother began, “it looks like we’ve got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?”

“Always,” you said.

***

Several games later, the sun sank, and the moon rose. Dean laid his gun on the table, and Madison and Sam watched him with unease.

“Oh, no, you guys talk,” Dean chuckled awkwardly.

***

Hours later, the sun came up.

“Does— Does this mean it worked?” Madison asked hopefully.

Sam sighed in relief. “Yeah. I think so.”

Madison threw her arms around Sam. “Oh, God, thank you. Thank you so much.”

Dean cleared his throat, and you jabbed him with your elbow at his interruption of their moment.

Madison laughed. “You, too, Dean. Thank you. Same to you, (Y/N).”

You nodded. “Well, Dean and I have some, uh… stuff to go do.” You pulled on the older brother’s jacket, lugging him out of the room. “Bye, Sam, bye, Madison.”

“Smooth,” Dean commented once you were out of the door.

“Look, I didn’t wanna be in there any longer than necessary. Room stunk of sexual tension,” you chided.

“Between me and you, or Sam and Madison?” he smirked.

You scoffed, “Smooth,” mocking his earlier statement.

***

As soon as the door to the motel room was shut, Dean’s lips were on yours. You shoved his back against the door, pushing his jacket down his shoulders. You bit his bottom lip eagerly, and he moaned into your mouth.

“(Y/N), what are you doing to me,” he groaned.

“Shut up,” you ordered, tugging his hair harshly. You shoved him down onto the bed and teasingly ghosted your lips over his clothed chest all the way up his neck and stopped just before his lips. He tried to lean up to kiss you, but you wouldn’t let him.

“Stop teasing,” he growled, almost sounding pitiful.

You tsked. “You didn’t ask very nicely.” You rolled your hips over the hardening bulge in his jeans, and he groaned again.

“(Y/N), please,” he whined.

“There’s my boy,” you grinned, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands were all over you in an instant, and you kissed down his neck. You got his shirt off before taking his pants off and palmed him through his boxers.

“(Y/N), stop it,” he begged.

“Stop what?” You took your hand off, worried you’d done something wrong.

“Teasing,” he whined. “Just touch me, please.”

You’d never seen him so spaced out before. The shit-eating grin returned to your face, and you went back to dragging your fingers along the underside of his shaft through his underwear. “I am touching you,” you playfully said.

He thrusted up into your hand. “Oh, god, you know what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually,” you cooed.

“(Y/N), please suck my dick. Please, sweetheart. I need you,” he begged.

“Atta boy,” you said, happily taking his boxers down his hips. You began teasing the tip of his penis with your tongue before taking the whole thing into your mouth. You sucked on him earnestly, and his hips stuttered, trying to thrust up into you. You held his hips down firmly, but couldn’t keep his hand from winding in your hair. You felt he was close to ejaculation and quickly took your mouth off him.

“What the fuck?” he questioned, chest heaving.

You gripped the base of his cock harshly. “Watch your mouth,” you said lowly.

“Oh, god, sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

You grinned at the thought of having such a tough and strong man turning to absolute putty in your hands.

“I-I wanna touch you. Please,” Dean heaved, clawing at your shoulders.

You slinked up his body, sitting gently on his stomach. Dean pushed your shirt up, running his hands underneath it to get to your breasts. He groaned as he squeezed one in each hand, and you threw your head back at the feeling of him tweaking your nipples.

“Sweetheart,” he started, “Ride my face. Please.”

Heat flooded between your thighs at the thought. “Okay,” you said, suddenly feeling nervous. You pushed your jeans off and hovered over his face. You were afraid to settle onto him completely, but that trepidation was quickly subdued by Dean grabbing your hips and pulling you down onto his lips, his large hands firmly keeping you there. You moaned instantly when his tongue immediately found your clit, sucking harshly.

You eagerly rolled your hips against him, half trying to escape the immense pleasure and half trying to move toward it. Your orgasm approached quickly, and you screamed his name as you came.

When he finally released you, you moved off him to reveal a shit-eating grin spread across his glistening face. You gathered up the slick that had collected on his mouth with two of your fingers and shoved them into his mouth, and he sucked them harshly. You got back on top of him, settling right over his hardened dick.

“You ready for me, baby?” you asked.

He responded by thrusting against you, catching you off-guard. You gasped and lined up with his cock before slamming down onto him. You rolled your hips in time with his, and he pulled you down to his lips to kiss you. Dean’s erratic thrusts were making you dizzy, and he soon rolled over on top of you to finish getting the both of you off. You dug your nails into his shoulders, and he buried his face in your neck as the two of you came together.

Gasps and moans filled the room around you as you both rode out your highs. Dean stayed fully inside you, even after he came, and adjusted the two of you to where you were lying on his chest with his dick still inside you. Completely content, you fell asleep on top of Dean.

*** The next morning, you woke up before Dean as usual. His cock had softened, but was still nestled firmly inside you. You gingerly slid off him and moved to go get showered and dressed, only to have him grab your hand as you tried to step away to get a fresh set of clothes.

He hummed, “Morning,” and pulled you back down to him.

You giggled and yelped as you came crashing down back to the bed next to him and pecked his lips. “Hi, handsome.”

He kissed you again. “Y’know,” Dean started, kissing you once more. “I’ve never—” kiss, “—let anyone—” kiss, “—besides you—” kiss, “—do that to me.”

“Well, good. I’m happy to be the one and only,” you smiled against his lips, standing once more.

Just as you and Dean had finished getting dressed and were going to head for some breakfast, there was a pounding on the door. You opened it to reveal a completely breathless Sam.

“ She— she turned,” he said.

“What?” you asked, shocked.

“I couldn’t grab her in time,” he continued sadly.

Dean came up behind you and put a hand on your waist to let you know he was there. “We’ll find her, Sammy.”

Sam continued to panic as you headed down to the Impala. He told you Bobby knew severing the bloodline wouldn’t work, and any other hunter he’d called said there was no way to cure a werewolf.

“How come she didn’t turn when we were with her?” Dean asked.

“Dean—” Sam began.

Dean cut him off. “So, what, you put her to bed and then she wolfed out? Maybe she’s gotta be asleep to turn.”

“What the hell does it matter, Dean? Look, we’ve gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something.”

“Sam, I don’t think so, man,” you chimed in. “Somebody would’ve known about it.”

“Well, then we have to look harder! Until we find something,” he protested, welling up with tears.

“Sammy, I don’t think we’ve got a choice here anymore,” Dean sighed. “I hate to say it. She’s a sweet girl, but part of her is—”

Sam cut him off. “Evil? Yeah, that’s what they say about me, Dean! So me you won’t kill, but her, you’re just gonna blow away?”

Before Dean could argue, Sam’s phone rang. “Madison, where are you?”

Upon hearing that, you and the brothers quickly got to and into the car without needing to say a word to each other. “Alright, hold on, Maddie. We’re coming to get you, just stay where you are,” Sam told her before hanging up the phone.

*** Back in Madison’s apartment, she sat clad in a shirt Sam had been wearing the day before at her kitchen table. Dean’s favorite gun sat before her, and she eyed it, emotionless. “I don’t remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didn’t I?” she asked hesitantly.

“We don’t know that yet,” you reminded her.

The brunette looked up to Sam. “Is there something else we can try to make it go away?”

“We’ll find something. I mean, there’s gotta be some answer, somewhere,” Sam tried.

Dean’s voice rumbled through the air. “That’s not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We’ve scoured every source. There’s just no cure.”

Madison turned back to Sam and then looked over to you. “Is— Is he right?”

The younger Winchester stood and turned away, choked up.

“We thought about tying you up, but one day, you’re gonna bust out,” you told her. “And then… someone else dies.” You paused thoughtfully. “I’m sorry. I am.”

“Me too,” Dean added.

Shakily exhaling through her tears, Madison resigned herself. “So, I guess that’s all there is to it, then.”

Sam turned back to her. “Stop it. Don’t talk like that.”

Your heart broke at the sight of Madison picking up the gun and walking it over to Sam. “Sam, I don’t wanna hurt anyone else. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Put that down,” he begged.

“I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me.”

A tear slipped down Sam’s cheek. “Madison, no.”

“Sam… I’m a monster.”

“You don’t have to be. We could find a way, alright? I can. I’m gonna save you,” he said, although you know he didn’t believe what he was saying.

“You tried,” she sighed, crying harder. “I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“I don’t wanna die. I don’t,” she continued. “But I can’t live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I’m asking you to save me.”

Sam shook his head again, and Madison watched him intently. Cautiously, Dean walked up behind Madison and gently took the gun from her. Sam immediately stormed off to another room.

You exchanged a look with Dean before following his younger brother.

“Sam,” Dean said, holding up the gun. “ I’m sorry.”

The brunet shook his head, still crying. “No, you’re right. She’s right.”

“Sammy, I got this one. I’ll do it,” Dean replied bravely.

“She asked me to.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. Please.” He held out his hand for the gun, tears flowing steadily now. Dean couldn’t seem to manage handing it to him, and you carefully took it from his hand. Sliding a hand up Dean’s back to comfort him, you held the gun out to Sam.

Standing with Dean, rubbing circles over the middle of his back with your thumb and tucked into his side, you watched Sam walk out of the room.

“Just wait here,” he told you. His whole body tremored, and his face shone with tears. He hesitated a moment before moving toward the other room.

Now that it was just the two of you, Dean clutched your hip harder and allowed a tear to roll down his cheek. You stood by him silently, allowing him to allow himself to feel for a brief moment. And then, you flinched at the horrible sound of a single gunshot coming from the next room.

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usiel21 · 9 months

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There will come a day where the stalker or someone will kidnap Enid in order to use her against Wednesday. He or she will be filled with such confidence about their plan, but Enid will hold a smug sadness, saying that Wednesday won't come for her, Wednesday won't fall for such an obvious trap even if she was worth saving which she isn't. Enid, having come to terms with the fact she was in love with her best friend, that she came to terms with the fact that Wednesday would never feel the same, that she would pine and worship Wednesday from within the shadows for the rest of her life. Enid, believing that no-one would come for her, not Wednesday, not her family, because she thinks she's not worth it. But she's glad because Wednesday would stay safe even if it meant it cost her life once her usefulness was null and void. Until the ground started to shake and a rumbling seems to engulf the cabin. Enid looks up as the darkness seems to create a shockwave that consistently shakes the walls and the very foundations of the cabin "What in the fuck" He mumbles to himself, Enid hears the something being slapped into something else, a clicking sound and snap, Enid realises that the man has just loaded a weapon and primed it. The windows start to rattle as specks of black start to black out the windows, the mass seeming to sift and creep and Enid realises what she's looking at. Bees.

Millions upon millions of Bees. Suddenly the door to the cabin shakes in the frame as something rattles it. Something heavy. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. The man unloads several rounds into the door. Each shot causing Enid to flinch and shake, smoke pours from the end of the barrel, the last shell casing having clattered to the floor. There was sudden silence. Save for the buzzing of the bee's surrounding the cabin. The door is suddenly blown apart causing Enid to shriek and turn her head away as splinters of wood fly in all directions. Smoke dances and prances in the dim light until a shadow steps through, her face aflame with an icy fury. "You dare to take what belongs to me. I will make you beg for mercy in death" Wednesday says coldly, except Enid gapes at her, Wednesday is adorned from head to toe in black armour, a sword clasped in her right hand, a small dagger in the left.

But there upon one of the pauldron's is a small insignia, the head of a howling wolf. White in colour, except for two streaks of blue and pink atop the wolf's head. "Wends..." Enid whimpers softly.

"You think I didn't come prepared Addams?" The Man hissed. "You people are stupidly impervious to damage, except for this" The Man says pressing the barrel of the gun to the side of Enid's head. "I heard that the pain of losing the love of your life is enough to make you Addams' die from a broken heart." The man grins maliciously. "I'm curious to find out!"

Wednesday raises the sword and points it at the man. "Enid's life is the only thing stopping me from ripping you apart. The pain of losing the woman I love will destroy me, but I'll have enough will left to avenge her upon your corpse" Wednesday threatened darkly. "Wends..." Enid whispers almost silently "...you love me?" Her eyes pleading, desperate, shimmering with tears. "You overtook my soul with yours Enid, you conquered every corner of darkness with the light you bring, how... how could i not?"

Enid let the tears fall, because Wednesday was here for her. Wednesday had really come for her but as her assailant and Wednesday stared each other down more shadows moved behind her, Wednesday stepped to the side to clear her view and she saw the entirety of Wednesday's family behind her, their faces thunderous, Yoko, Divina, Ajax, Eugene, and half of Nevermore seemed to be outside.

And she realised that she was loved and cherished, so much so that Wednesday call in every favour she ever had to mobilize a small army. Gomez Addams stepped up behind his daughter, his own sabre raised, as he backed up his eldest, the look upon his face sent genuine fear down Enid's spine, his face dark, monstrous. "You stole our wolf from the Addams clan" Gomez uttered darkly, As Morticia gracefully came up to her husbands side. "And for that there shall be no mercy for you for she has our little stormcloud's heart, ensnaring all our hearts with her colourfully sharp claws!" "She is family" Morticia said proudly "And we protect our family." She said as her eyes turned black. Sweat began to pour from the man's forehead, his composure gone and doubt began to gnaw at him, the gun came away from Enid's temple to point directly at Wednesday who darted forwards, her sword flashing, and his arm, still clutching the pistol, hit the floor with a thud.

But Enid paid no heed to this, only when Wednesday flew to her side, her hands more gentle that she thought possible as Wednesday checked over her carefully, face laced with concern. Her hands became loose and Enid's first act was to launch forwards, ensnaring Wednesday in her arms, her scent a comfort, her touch a relief, her love a salvation.

Enid, inconsolable with both sadness and elation, with the knowledge she was now truly loved, that she had a family, that she had Wednesday, who held her tight lest she slip from her fingers again.

Enid, finally felt loved.

#wenclair

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yourlocaltreesimp · 7 months

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HIIIII :D

Do you have any Blorbo headcanons that you wanna share?

Hhhhmmmmmmm

let’s do one for each, hm?

Time:

Can’t cook. Like yeah, he can try, but with so long of only eating salad while living with the kokiri and not necessarily needing to eat during a time loop, he can’t cook.

Twilight:

Look i’m as in love with him having wolf traits as the next person, but hear me out. He knows how to bake. So well infact that he doesn’t know when to stop and needs to shovel off the goods onto other people.

Wild:

Partially deaf, knows sign to accommodate for this and his muteness, nerve damage to the scar, partially blind, you get the deal… So he has everything. Oh what’s that? Someone’s knocked out on the road? He has a solution. Someone’s frozen in ice? Give him a minute. You died? He knows a guy who can undo that. He’s also really good at braiding hair.

Warriors:

Ok, bit of a stretch here. But literally Achilles. His mother prayed to the Hylia river as she washed her son for the first time and oops he’s immune to pretty much everything. But not everything.

Four:

He looks like he can sing. No real basis to this. I just imagine him singing as he works. I also imagine there being a kiln in his forge and every now and then he’ll throw something. He just likes any creative work where he’s using his hands.

Legend:

I’m on team Legend with chronic pain or needing mobility aid. Projecting? Yeah maybe. Anyway- I’d like to present all those magic rings are also finger splints to keep his joints in place while fighting and what not.

Hyrule:

Fae. Loves sugar, honey, flowers, spare rupees, etc. I also feel like he’d know how to paint to some capacity. I think he’s more of a watercolor guy but I could see him going absolutely insane with some oils or charcoals.

Sky:

Literally a disney princess. Animals flock to him. Voice of an angel. Transatlantic accent, but the soft kind of that makes sense? Not “where’s my dinner woman!!” but like “I’m so glad to be home to you darling” …

trans ftm.

Wind:

Can and will drink someone under a table. Constant sea walk. Knows all the sea shanties. High society’s worst nightmare…. accept his behavior switches on a dime. So imagine when the chain meets, Wind is originally all sweet and polite with time… but then warriors shows up and he goes back to being a menace.

#this was fun #linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #headcanon

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pain-is-too-tired · 1 month

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I wished pjo had focused in on modernization of the mythology. Not just "if this thing from the original myths are now this" but make new myths.

Think the reason we notice when certain things aren't right to the original myths is that Rick tries so hard to only give the feeling that the mythical world has adapted, not changed.

Sure, the gods mention how they're precieved and worship can change them. But that's only presented to us in terms of Roman sides of them. How messed up some of the gods interpretations are could feel a lot less sour if we got more confirmation that "Yeah, they're like that because of how the world now sees them and what they represent has corrupted who they were originally."

You can't tell me that thousands of years have gone by and there's not a single new monster. That a god didn't get mad once and made mothman or something.

There are a lot of modern mythologies without an actual tie to another religion.

Give me Loch Ness being a mortal who slighted Poseidon or a water god in the area it's now in.

Big Foot,Jersey Devil,The Tennessee Terror,Sea Serpants of the Gulf, the wolf woman of mobile etc

Heck,even other more recent ones like Slenderman and the Rake

I much rather have that then have gods and demigods be heavily involved or the cause of wars with very sensitive causes(what the fuck were you thinking with WW2 and Civil War Rick. Wtf)

But yeah. Honestly think seeing modern legends be used would be cool. And I must reiterate specifically those not already tied to another religion or culture. Legends that aren't sensitive to brouch on. Feel very important to mention when talking about crypids(especially as majority are in America) cause if you just look them up lot of them might add legends from native culture to the roster and they're already tied to something.

Anyway. Just thoughts on my brain I wanted to share. Think modern beings in pjo could've been so cool. Like America is full of folklore that was made post colonization,it wouldn't be shocking if the gods created part of that.

#mine #pjo #rrverse #riodanverse #pjo hoo toa #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pain rambles #cryptid #cryptids #also fun fact apparently New York has hellhounds labeled on thier list of cryptids #Hellounds of Wales?#think thats pretty neat #see i talk about stuff like this but some of these would require research thats more then the bare minimum #and i just dont know if rick's up to the task.#/hj

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cryptid-quest · 7 months

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Cryptid of the Day: Mobile Wolfwoman

Description: On April 8, 1971, the Press-Register reported that nearly 50 people called in claiming to have seen & chased off a wicked creature, a wolf with the head of a woman. Police were called & most sightings happened around Davis Avenue. These sightings happened around April Fool’s Day.

#cryptid #cryptids #cryptozoology #cryptid of the day #cryptid quest #mobile wolfwoman

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do you have any ideas for what you want for eiffel and hera post-canon?

yes, i do! the answer to that really depends on whether we're talking short term or long term, and what i want vs. what i think will happen is... well, i think they'll be okay. eventually. they'll get there.

i'm firmly in the camp that eiffel gets his memories back (fairly short-term in my mental timeline; given the most likely ways that he could get his memories back, it doesn't make much sense for him to be without them for more than a few months) and that hera gets a body (more complicated, and somewhat more long term), but my reasoning for why i think those things work narratively would be a long post in itself (and i've made multiple posts about those topics already) so i won't get into the why here. just, i think it happens.

the note the finale ends on definitely implies eiffel, hera, and minkowski intend to stick together on earth, and i think minkowski feels a lot of responsibility for them, given everything. so i think they live with her, for the foreseeable future. eiffel's not good at holding down a job, and hera... i think it's important that she gets a chance to try things without fear of failure and to separate her self worth from productivity. eiffel and hera are meant to be minkowski's slacker roommates. hera should be creating unmarketable art.

and the issue of where they live will come up pretty quickly, i think - hera doesn't have any particular attachment to anywhere, except for a desire to see the ocean, but mobility might be a problem. minkowski is a career military woman who's moved around a lot, but her husband worked in DC, so presumably they lived in... probably maryland or virginia? before she accepted the job, and that's a complicating factor if she's choosing who to prioritize. i think eiffel would be pretty adamant about staying in texas so he's at least in the same state as his daughter, even if he can't see her. and as much as i would like for eiffel to be able to be a part of her life again, because i know how much he wants that... i don't think it's very likely. at least not any time soon. and he won't handle that well.

speaking about post-canon wolf 359, i don't tend to get that into potential legal / media circuit stuff because... frankly, i don't think it's that important to what the show is about. i'm sure it will be a scandal, but lots and lots of space-travel-related scandals are going on in that world, and cutter and pryce were very intentionally not the public faces of goddard futuristics. it'll pass. that said, the aspect of that i am interested in is legal personhood - that's going to be a hurdle for hera to be able to live her life, and i think eiffel will worry - even if it isn't totally rational - about whether he'll be able to stay out of prison once no longer legally dead, not knowing exactly what the terms of cutter's arrangement were. being an ex-convict is going to complicate some facets of his life regardless.

there's just a lot of stuff that being on earth is going to bring up for them. and i think they'll be there for each other, obviously - one of the things i like most about their relationship is how much they're able to be a refuge for each other in some objectively horrible situations - but they're both pretty insecure people who feel like everyone is bound to replace them, and earth is going to give hera some serious separation anxiety while she's bound to one location and the others aren't, and those are things they're going to have to work through.

as for what i want for them... well. i think eiffel will give hera a 'promise ring' with a kind of jokey but good natured promise that one day she'll be able to wear it. and she does! but neither of them are sure if that counts as a proposal in retrospect and they dance around it for a while. they get married eventually, and - against her better judgment - minkowski agrees to be both eiffel's best man and hera's maid of honor. and ends up taking on way too much of the wedding planning, even though she said she wouldn't, because they're both super lax about it and it starts stressing her out. she tries to delegate to lovelace, but lovelace just thinks it's all really funny. eiffel gets married in a novelty tuxedo tee and minkowski apologizes to hera, but hera knows the type of guy she's marrying (and isn't concerned about tradition anyway) so it doesn't bother her.

#i'm so sorry this took me literally a month to reply to #it's a great question thank you for asking me. i've just been really sad.#i might've had a better answer if i was less sad but i hope this is okay regardless.#asks

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Distant memory . aot au

[Armoured Titan! Ghost x Female Titan! Reader]

🐥Wanted to write sum Ghostie because apparently he's the only cod character that attracts people to my page :')

Angst to comfort to angst/ aot lore/ Ghost being Ghost/ cute Gaz just wants peace/ traumatized Reader/ ghost's family is still alive/ titans

- Your marleyan captain Makarov ordered your childhood crush to infiltrate the enemy territory in Paradis island. It is your duty as the female titan bearer to aid the armoured and the colossal since they took too long to update on their spying mission. After so long apart, you and Ghost are confronted with feelings from the past.

Sometimes, when your body took the appearance of a fourteen feet tall beast of a woman, you liked to imagine you were flying.

The clouds seemed so close you could reach them, the birds in the sky spooked at the size of a big pair of eyes close to their path of flight, the sun was hotter but not as much as your torching body, the ground was so low you didn't want to even look at it. Not because you had acrophobia, but because of all the war and chaos bellow.

You were no killing machine. You were just a girl trapped in a war too big for you to participate until they forced you to become a monster bound to do monstrous things. A monster that quickly made you fit to their senseless war to obey and follow the cruel orders of your captain Makarov. Though you were not the only sheep forced to become a wolf, there were other cursed people that understood just how terrifying it was to be forced to become a Titan bearer.

As the plan of exterminating the eldians from Paradis Island took a drastic delay of three years, Captain Makarov himself ordered you to infiltrate as aid for the two previously sent spies also carriers of the colossal and the armored Titan. He thought the Female Titan could shift the attention back to the real course, the real reason you three were sent to that hell-hole.

The sky looked so pretty but your admiration was bound to be interrupted when soldiers from the Survey Corps fly directly above your head. Those soldiers you had joined months ago, those you currently call comrades, siblings in arms...

How sad.

Your head shot downwards taking some of them with you since their ODM gear (Omni-directional mobility gear) was stuck to your scalp. The way your head violently dragged them made the poor souls smash directly into the green weeds and rocks from the ground of the forest you were fastly diving to. You weren't dumb, you knew this change of scenario would be heavily beneficial for them. You wanted to give that advantage.

After half an hour with more killing, running and dodging your titan was tied to multiple trees by metallic wires that cut deeply into the muscles of your human-shaped war tank. You didn't struggle, you knew with your crystalization powers you could easily chop your way out of the trap you got yourself into. But that would be too easy, you had to give them time, you had to make sure the other two spies would spot you, shit themselves and finally try and meet up with you for news about the mission and an update from Marley and their families.

The veil of night engulfs the forest, torches were lit everywhere in order to keep your titan well observed. Many of the soldiers here, even Captain Price, had tried to lure you out of your titan but you never relented although It was hard to maintain focus for so many hours being under there, many times you had felt tempted to indulge them and get out of that suffocating coffin of bones and flesh, you prayed to the gods the spies would interfiere soon to get you out of there. Lucky you didn't have to wait a whole new hour for shifts to turn, apparently Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick had spotted a pack of titans rushing to your position to which caused havoc in the make-shift camp they made.

The titans made a nice job of killing most of them until they got to your titan, chewing it's flesh with vigor, their soulless eyes never leaving the meat of your titan's body. Thanks to this you managed to get out of it's nape with agility dodging every mouth that shot your way. Your ODM gear was surprisingly intact considering it had been inside your titan's body for almost a whole entire day, you felt your brain foggy and your muscles protesting when you balanced yourself into the giant branches of a nearby tree, rushing to regroup with the captain who heavily chastised you for being so late. You were relieved he didn't notice you coming out of the titan all of them had bravely captured and was now being feasted upon.

"What the hell took ya so long!? We thought you had been eaten-"

"She was with us." Ghost.

You hadn't seen Simon Riley in six years since he was sent as a teenager to the eldians' den. You remember crying yourself to sleep because the cute butcher's boy was taken from you before you could confess your feelings. But he is a man now and you are a woman bounded to your respective duties. He has changed so much you couldn't immediately recognize him until you spotted the tattoos on his arm, the tattoos you had designed for him all those years back. The mask Ghost ported was new, but it somehow suited him, it was funny how the armored Titan's porter also shielded his face with some kind of armor. Perhaps he didn't know who he was anymore so he opted to hide what was underneath to create a new identity as Lieutenant Ghost from the 141 squad of the Survey Corps. How easily had he moved on from you, from Marley.

"She was scouting with us, sir. We picked 'er before we left, t'was a last-minute decision. I take full responsibility..." Said Sargeant Gaz with an embarrassed expression.

"Fine, whatever. We ain't got no time for apologies with all the losses we just suffered. Let's regroup with the others and get the fuck out of this nightmare of a forest." The captain snarled defeated.

"Sir, what about the female Titan?" Soap asked alarmed.

"There's nothing we can do. We are a group of seven against a whole horde, we are wounded and she's getting eaten there's nothin' we can do."

"But-"

"Obey my command or you can throw yourself to the titans alone!"

The whole squad instantly straightened their aching backs at the intimidating tone of their captain to soon begin launching themselves through the trees to the awaiting horses at the limits of the forest. Once you got into your horse with a cold look you glanced at Gaz and Ghost, they instantly stared back at you in hidden fear and anticipation.

Months ago they had heard a new flock of soldiers had joined the corps but they didn't expect you. Actually... With every year that passed they feared you'd come, but after six years their fears were almost extinguished with the silly expectancy that Makarov had given up on the extermination. But seeing you here with that cold look in your eyes, the way your skin look paler and how big your muscles had gotten, how much you had changed since the last time they had seen you... It meant they had forced you all these years to train to come and correct their failure, like they were actually expecting it. Ghost felt a wave of hatred clouding his already turbulent mind, his horse picked speed leaving you behind with Gaz until the boy sighed, gave you a knowing nod and followed after his lieutenant.

They knew they couldn't run away from you and their responsibilities, their loyalty was being doubted by the very same captain who trained them to become man-eating monsters in exchange for a better life for their families. Ghost wasn't offended by this, he understood compleatly, but the fact that Makarov sent you... It seemed like the captain knew exactly what you meant to him and the hurricane of feelings that would struck him by sending you to enemy territory. You brought old feelings that tormented Simon when he first got to this retched island until he matured and foolishly thought he grew past them.

"Fucking hell..."

You had reached the fortress they used to operate, resupply, plan their expeditions and run experiments to investigate the titans. You got an earful from Price who decided to pick up where you left off before he sent you to the showers and finally go to the barracks where Garrick awaited at the door with a grim look. Seeing him like this, with tiredness shagging his body but all grown and healthy made a you feel slightly off put at the seemingly great conditions the eldian people had graced the boys for exchange of their effort to "save humanity"

"Ky..."

He looked to his left and right making sure no one was in the hall before he ran to you wrapping his arms around your body in a tight hug. "Y-you... Fuck..." He couldn't speak, nostalgia hit you two like a boulder and tears were shed in each other's arms "My goodness you had grown... You used to be a little mouse back then" you said pinching his cheek. "Must be the titan in me." Gaz joked referring to the colossal titan's power running through his blood.

"You had made quite an entrance! I'm sorry we couldn't aid you faster, Simon uh... Well... He had a meltdown." His eyes tried to express the words he couldn't bring himself to say yet you played dumb because you did want him to say it.

"He's changed (y/n). The years we spent here since we were brats... They have practically finished raising us."

Your face changed from sympathy to cold defensiveness. Gaz was quick to rectify.

"It's not- I mean, we are loyal to our homeland, but seeing you was like getting a glimpse of the lives we left behind to integrate here. You know how emotional Simon is under that hardened exterior."

"He was given the armored titan for a reason. We need to talk. Where is he?" You sighed taking a step back and pinching the bridge of your nose.

Gaz grimaced signaling you to speak lower hoping no one has heard a word you just muttered. "His office...Come."

Walking down the corridor to the lieutenant's office gave you more fright than enduring Price's lectures whenever you did something to piss him off. You hated Simon for leaving you behind, but you knew it was your duty as titan shifters to accomplish what Makarov has put in your hands, and yet... You missed that bad temper and sassy frown he always carried, you missed stargazing while eating stolen watermelons from the market of your street, you missed when you two would pair up for every tiring exercise each morning to make your captain proud, you missed your Simon, and you were afraid "Ghost" the eldian version of Simon had replaced the boy you grew up with. Kyle was still your loving, trusting Kyle. But Ghost?

Gaz knew the mission your lives were doomed to accomplish made you and Ghost sacrifice more than living a normal life, it also made you put aside the feelings you held for one another. Kyle had spent multiple nights being Simon's rock, encouraging him to very slowly open the troubles of his heart to him, in the den of wolves they were instructed to dive in, only them both were fully aware of the true sacrifices they had to endure when they were only children for their families to not live in misery, poverty and hunger, while they told the eldian soldiers lies about their origins. Kyle will never tell you about the nights Simon spent crying feeling convinced that he'd never see you again. As time passed by, Gaz picked the red flags of an incoming identity crisis that only seemed to soothe whenever Simon was reminded of you, of your sole existence, not his family, not his friends but only you and the feelings he strongly felt for you managed to separate Lieutenant Ghost from Simon Riley, the tattoo on his arm you had doodled for him out of boredom and that he surprised you one day having tattooed it, was the only physical proof that you existed, that his whole childhood wasn't a dream. That he only came here to return the founder to Makarov, not live a life as a new Simon who has no (y/n) to love, defend and train with.

With all this said, Gaz was understandably worried about this reunion. Not just because of the news you had from Marley but also for the new update they recently got to inform you.

Ghost was already waiting for you two sitting on his wooden chair that by the looks of the damaged floor, he had dragged with total carelessness from behind his stacked table to the left side of the office right across a sitting area with a small coffee table that held three cups of tea.

When you stepped inside he froze, his body went rigid on his spot, the hairs of his arms rose in goosebumps. You were equally as struck but you swallowed it down for the sake of formalities, as you muttered your quick greetings you sat across from him along with Gaz. Ghost nods your way, places his mask down the table and you try not to cry at the view of your long-lost love sitting there with tired eyes, his littler of scars you remember tracing with your fingers and a sadness radiating from him that made your pulse shake.

"Gentlemen, is it safe to speak?"

"Made sure t'pick the office farthest from the barracks, laboratory and Prize's quarters. The only potential trouble would be the stables nearby, but at this hour it's empty." Ghost said in a matter of fact tone.

"Everyone's in the barracks and the captain is currently on his room writing Laswell of today's mission." Gaz concluded.

You sigh, take a long sip of your cup of tea and carefully place it down fighting a smile. Ghost still remembers how you like it. The men look at each other until Gaz decides to begin:

"We have the attack titan secluded."

"That means Valeria is dead....YOU LET THIS HAPPEN! YOU FUCKING TRAITORS!"

Gaz and Ghost abruptly stand up alerted by the change of mood. This wasn't like you. Kyle calmed you down begging for you to lower your tone, you ignored him smashing the table looking at the distance begging for clarification.

Ghost sat down again and decided to speak. "We are still loyal to our homeland than you think, (y/n)." Gaz nods "Valeria is not dead. She's trapped, contained... They don't even fully understand how the power of the founder works. They plan to study her."

"Why the fuck did you let that happen?"

"We couldn't simply interfiere, it would have blown our cover!" Gaz wails.

"Your cover has lasted six years. Why do you think Makarov sent me?"

"Hopefully not to finish us for the delay." Ghost grunts.

"Us? As in... Task force 141!?" You spat and he flinched lowering the tea from his lips.

"As you know, this mission should have taken less than three years and you doubled it, he is understandably anxious and pissed. Boys, we are still after the founder. Do not lose track on the mission ahead and remember who the real enemy is."

There was a pause then, your bodies feeling exhausted because of all the acrobatics from the last failed mission in the forest and the tension of the thousand feelings this whole conversation was evoking from each of you. As you took another sip of tea, Simon noted how the softness of youth had disappeared from you, stripped away by your hateful marleyan captain Makarov, and all because him and Gaz couldn't accomplish the mission faster as they were getting a soft spot for the eldians, for captain Price, for Johnny... He has failed you and the wrath of your captain fell on you transforming your beautiful body into a galaxy of pain and sorrows, your eyes a pair of dead stars whose light died the day Simon left, and the scars along your body were constellations of memories in the battlefield and your abusive training with your captain before getting the divine "privilege" of being a shifter, your healing powers healed any wound you got from then on never the scars your body during youth.

You composed yourself after a long sigh. "Where do they keep Valeria?"

"On a cell in the lav, they got her sedated. They uh... Have been discussing how and who will get to take her titan."

"So they do suspect it can be taken away...Who exactly did they have in mind?"

"We don't know, but we think it's Colonel Alejandro Vargas." Ghost grunts.

"Tsk. That fool is too unstable. He'll kill us all trying to tame her power... Soap?"

"Nah, lad's got less chance to earn it... What about the captain?" Asked Gaz.

"Old man's too sane to throw his human life away for a power he does not fully understand." Ghost says back.

"For now it's looking like Ale will get it...." You sigh. "So for now they'll keep her locked until Vargas agrees to inherit it, is that correct?"

They collectively nod with their sight lost in thought mauling at the information spilled until you say something that shocks them.

"Alejandro is too impulsive the attach titan would suit him perfectly... I suggest we try to convince him to take it."

"Have you gone fucking mad!?" Ghost barks making Gaz almost drop his teacup.

"We'll try to get him to join our cause first, show him what's further the walls and the sea. If he does we'll have the attack titan, if he doesn't we kill him. Simple. Judging by how passionate he is about human rights I bet convincing him will be like stealing candy to a kid, and with him cones his squad of vaqueros, wherever Ale goes they go, it could be very beneficial."

Gaz sighs trying to hide his nervousness at the prospect of killing the colonel "But If Alejandro dies...?"

You smile "Then we will try luck with his second in command, Rodolfo Parra. We could blame captain Price for Alejandro's murder if it comes to be, it must be during a scouting mission or else it'll be too obvious... Then with the pain of the loss Rudy will be easier to mold to our like."

Gaz and Ghost seemed convinced exchanging a few words amongst each other. "It's good t'have ya back, (y/n)." Ghost admits out loud and you thank deity up there that he is so reluctant to kill one of his current allies for the sake of Makarov's plan.

An hour has passed informing the boys about their families. How Simon's brother has gotten engaged and was expecting a son and how Kyle's twin had opened a business near the market street you all used to play and steal stuff from. By the end Kyle decided to head back to the barracks with a wide smile after hearing from his brother and Ghost- well. He wanted to speak to you about a private matter, Garrick understood instantly and left without a fuss.

Now that you were alone together, Simon went to sit on Gaz's previous seat next to you as you took something from your pocket.

"I had brought these for you..." You softly said handing him a small stock of sweets from Marley. The sweets you used to share together when you chilled together in the rooftops of old abandoned buildings from your neighborhood.

Ghost let out a low chuckle "Waited til' Gaz wasn't around to share 'em with me, doll?" Your face softened at the use of the old nickname he used to call you, He melted in the spot, both of you smiling like idiots and looking elsewhere other than each other's eyes.

"Never liked 'em." He said simply and you looked at him in confusion. "I only pretended to like 'em because you always wanted to share them with me."

"You buffoon..." You chuckled then and sighed a "More for me I guess..." Before shoving the sweets to your pocket but Ghost's hand shot to your wrist stopping you mid motion. His other hand open the bag slightly to scoop up a sweet and gently, very very gently placed it in the gap between your lips.

"Keep it there." He whispered it so sensually you couldn't help but obey, the sweet taste of the marleyan treat melted a little in your mouth.

He leaned to you ear, a hand nuzzling your right cheek gentle like a summer breeze, Simon supports his weight on his other arm, his hand resting near your thigh brushing it lightly with his thumb. You could feel shivers running down your spine. "I said I only ate it when you offered to share 'em with me."

He parted from your ear meeting your eyes with a dark look on his, brown orbes landed on your lips still holding the sweet. Your hands scratch lightly on the stubble from his jaw making his eyes close as he slowly leaned closer once more, your noses touched until you tilted your head to accommodate the lieutenant.

Simon kisses you then, his tongue swiftly robbing the sweet from your mouth. He parts a few millimeters, swallows the treat with an exaggerated gulp and a grimace then tries to kiss you again until you stop him placing your index finger on his lips.

"If you are gonna make that expression on the first kiss you give me I don't want to imagine the face you'll make when we-"

A harsh knock on the door interrupted your sensual moment when the voice of Soap spoke from the other side.

"Love, ye locked the door. Mind lettin' me in...?"

Love?

This was his lieutenant's office he surely must have mistaken it for someone else's room...

But the look of panic on Simon's face said it all. You abruptly stand up like he had burned you. And frankly he must have, because the ache you felt at that moment was worse than a simple burn.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #aot au #aot #au

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novankenn · 1 year

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Ah, come on!?!

ONE

Jaune sat before his secure terminal in his small bioengineering lab, slack jawed and totally dumbfounded. Head of and the sole staff member of the Inner Circle's Grimm Development Division, he just couldn't understand what he was being instructed to do.

Salem: I feel your proposal has merit, Executive of Espionage Oleander Arc.

Oleander (Executive of Espionage): Thank you, Lady Salem.

Salem: All in favour of this information gathering operation, please raise your hands.

Every Arc Sister plus Watts and Tyrian raise their hands.

Salem: All opposed?

Hazel raises his hand, along with Jaune.

Salem: Jaune I appreciate your desire to contribute to the discussion, you however are not an executive and your vote will not be recorded in the official meeting minutes.

Jaune: But...

Azalea Arc (Executive of Policy and Procedures): Jaune please, don't embarrass yourself. While you are head of the Grimm Development Division, you are not a member of the board.

Jaune: But why not? I'm the Head of the Department I'm the only member of... plus you're all deciding to ADD to my work load!

Jasmine Arc (Executive of Finances): Jaune as this operation will have the greatest impact on your department, it is only appropriate that you lead the operation. You will be compensated for your time.

Jaune: Compensated? Does that mean I'll get some staff members?

Daisy Arc (Executive of Human Resources) : I'm sorry that is not currently a priority. Combat and Liaison Departments along with Mobile Applications Development require such resources.

Jaune: But I'm the only...

Daisy Arc (Executive of Human Resources): I'm sorry, Jaune. It's not in our mandate for this quarter.

Jasmine Arc (Executive of Finances): Your department is constantly over budget and under performing, and as such we can not justify the additional resources to hire more staff.

Jaune: But... I would meet deadlines and budgets if I had staff to share my workload! I mean, I have six projects that are in limbo because I don't have the time to allocate to their development.

Jasmine Arc (Executive of Finances): It's not in this quarter's budgets. You'll have to make due. Sorry little brother.

Salem: We are getting off-topic. So as per the vote, I would like it noted in our minutes that the Proposal for Grimm Development to infiltrate Beacon to observe and analyze the training methods deployed by our foes in an effort to make more effective grimm as a countermeasure has been approved.

Jaune: This is not fair! What am I supposed to do with my latest project? Wolf Bete's brain is complete, I just need to work on fashioning his body...

Juniper Arc (Executive of Public Relations): I would like to introduce a counter suggestion and amend grimm Development's Wolf Bete proposal.

Salem: Please continue.

Juniper Arc (Executive Public Relations): We have conducted some focus groups about Wolf Bete's final design...

Jaune: Focus Group? How do have a focus group about grimm?

Juniper Arc (Executive of Public Relations): Simple, we structure it as the reveal of a potential new character for one of our mobile products. Regardless, while Wolf's abilities were well received and applauded, the consensus was that Wolf's appearance was not cute enough. So I suggest a reconfiguration of Wolf's body to one that of a young woman, preferably around Jaune's age.

Jaune: WHAT?!? DO you KNOW how much work that will require? Not to mention the reconfiguration of the brain to accept the new body structure?

Jasmine Arc (Executive of Finances): We can not allocate any further funds to this project, Jaune. You will have to make the needed adjustments with in current budget constraints.

Jaune: That is unaccepta...

Salem: All in favour of the proposed modifications to the Wolf Bete proposal?

Everyone raises their hands.

Salem: Motion unanimously passed. Grimm Development will make the directed modifications under the budgetary and time constraints originally agreed upon.

Jaune just slumped in his chair. It was just inconceivable the amount of overtime he was going to have to pull to reconfigure Wolf Bete's body along with preparations to attend Beacon.

Salem: If there is no further business (looks about seeing no one stepping forward) Meeting adjourned.

Jaune fell back into his seat as he watched all the holographic images blink out one by one. Until finally it was just him and Lady Salem.

Salem: Jaune, even though you are not an executive like your sisters, I wanted to reaffirm that you are a valued member of our organization.

Jaune: Thank you, Lady Salem.

Salem: This additional assignment will be rough on you, and as such aside from your Wolf Bete project, I am formally extending all your deadlines indefinitely until you return from this assignment.

Jaune: Really?

Salem: Yes. I look forward to seeing your bi-weekly reports.

Jaune: Bi-weekly? As in, one every two weeks?

Salem: (Chuckles) No, twice a week.

Any relief, Jaune had been feeling, fled his body in that instant. Even with his other grimm design projects shelved, he was still facing a huge backlog of work. As Lady Salem's hologram blinked out of existence, Jaune truly began to wonder if the choice his mother had made in talking Lady Salem out of World Destruction and into incorporating to facilitate World Domination... was really worth it.

/==/ 26 Hours Later /==/

The bio-pod drained and slowly rose into the ceiling. A pair of bare feet splashed through the small puddles of bio-fluid that has not drained away.

Wolf Bete: Finally! Those huntsmen and huntresses won't... hey? What's with my voice?

The nude figure rushed past the sleeping form of Jaune, and straight for the large mirror attached to the far wall.

Wolf Bete: What the HELL?!? (She reaches up and grabs her bare breasts) What the HELL?!?

Spinning about, the nude young woman with a wolf's tail and wolf ears, rushed over and yanked Jaune from his chair, and proceeded to start roughly shaking him.

Wolf Bete: What the HELL, dude?!?

Jaune: Ahhh, what? I'm up!

Wolf Bete: What did you do to me?!?

Jaune: Oh, you're awake, and... (Jaune's face grew bright crimson) naked!

Wolf Bete: Of course I am! I don't own any clothes! But that's not important! What happened to my body?!?

Jaune: Executive Decision.

Wolf Bete: Eh?

Jaune: I was out voted... but I can't vote, so does that count?

Wolf Bete: What did you do to me? I was supposed to be a hunk of a guy! Not... not this!

Jaune: The BoD amended your proposal, due to the feedback from a focus group. I was directed to give you the body of a young woman.

Wolf Bete: (Releases her grip on Jaune) A focus group?

Jaune: Focus Group.

Wolf Bete: Okay. Okay... this is NOT okay! I'm supposed to be a guy! I trained in all those simulations as a guy! Why didn't you fix my brain at the same time? I know I'm supposed to be a guy!

Jaune: Deadline and budget.

Wolf Bete: Er... what?

Jaune: The BoD wouldn't extend my deadline or increase my budget for your development... so I did what I could, and I think I did pretty good considering. I even came in under budget... just barely, but I'm under budget.

Wolf Bete: Eh?

Jaune: We should get you dressed. Now that you're complete, I have to present you to the BoD...

Wolf Bete: Why?

Jaune: Final approval, and quality assurance testing.

Wolf Bete: Quality Assurance testing?

Jaune: Yeah, they'll ask you some questions to make sure you have a functional mind, and can think independently, as well as a physical test.

Wolf Bete: Test? What type of test?

Jaune: You'll fight another grimm.

Wolf Bete: Fight... another... grimm?

Jaune: Yes.

Wolf Bete: And if I lose?

Jaune: Psh. You lose? Wolfie you are the most advanced bioengineered grimm I have EVER created! You can't lose! But try your hardest... I can't afford to have you lose.

Wolf Bete: Wolfie?

Jaune: What? Don't like it?

Wolf Bete: WAIT! You said I couldn't lose, and just said you can't afford for me to lose! Which is it?

Jaune: Both?

Wolf Bete: I'm confused.

Jaune: And cold.

Wolf Bete: And... HEY! Eyes up PERV!

Jaune: (Face cherry red) Sorry! Sorry! I suggest we get you some clothes...

Wolf Bete: (Covering herself with her arms and tail.) Fine clothes first, and then you're explaining all this to me... (pokes Jaune in his chest as he opens his mouth)... again.

(== Table of Contents ==)

#rwby #miss kuroitsu from the monster development department #jaune arc #salem #jaune is a grimm designer #anthropomorphic grimm #humanoid grimm #wolf bete #All of Jaune's sisters outrank him in the organization #salem wants world domination not destruction

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The Wolf Woman of Mobile Alabama

In the first couple of weeks of April 1971, residents of the Mobile Alabama suburbs of Port City and Plateau had encounters with a strange and bizarre creature. The half wolf, half woman creature so frightened the citizens of Mobile that people began calling The Mobile Register to report the sightings.

Witnesses described the creature as “pretty and hairy,” and “the top half was a woman and the bottom was a wolf...

The Wolf Woman of Mobile Alabama

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Could you please write a Cara Ward x reader where reader comforts Cara after Elliot is found out and arrested?? :) -☀️

Shattered Reflections

Pairing: Cara Ward x fem reader

Summary: you knew Cara wanted to be alone, most likely needed to be alone. But she had been alone for nearly a week now, and you were starting to worry. You hadn’t seen her at school, hadn’t gotten any messages back on your mobile and when Pip had mentioned with shaky trembling hands that Cara had yet to answer her back you knew it was up to you to go after her. Cara needed time, but she also needed looking after and while you knew Naomi was the best elder sister a young girl could ask for, you also knew she was fighting her own battles. There was only so much she could do. And as much as you were thankful for Cara’s grandparents all they could do was hold her close and provided a safety net. What could you provide?

Authors note: Absolutely adore Cara and wanted to get this anon this fic as fast as possible! I hope you enjoy it! It’s not nearly as long as my other ficts but I promise I am working on some long ones. I didn’t quite get to write cara as her humorous self in this so I look forward to that.

Warnings: Mentions of Sal singh’s death, Eliot ward mentions, emotional trauma, angry Cara ward, lovesick cara ward, just cara ward 😭🫶

The rain came down in a relentless torrent, each drop a whispered accusation against the world. Cara Ward stood at the edge of Mill End Road her knuckles white as she clutched her fingers together. The wind howled, tugging at her coat, urging her to step back from the end of the drive. Her drive . Number 42, Mill End Road Wendover. But she couldn’t—not when her entire existence teetered on the edge of revelation.

The headlines had screamed it—the truth that had been hidden for years. Elliot Ward, loved by the town, the man who had cradled her in his arms after her mother’s death, was no hero. He was a villain, a puppet master pulling strings in the shadows. Andie Bell’s disappearance, Sal Singh’s death—it all led back to him.

Cara’s heart pounded, the rhythm of betrayal echoing through her veins. She had loved her father, trusted him implicitly. He had been her anchor, the one who wiped away her tears and whispered bedtime stories. But now, the same hands that had held her were stained with blood, and the lullabies he sang were a haunting melody.

The rain soaked through her clothes, chilling her to the bone. She closed her eyes, picturing her mother’s face—the woman who had died years ago , leaving behind a void that even time couldn’t fill. Her mother had believed in Elliot, had loved him fiercely. And now, Cara wondered if that love had been misplaced, if she had known what he had been capable of.

The rain began to stifle her, freeze her fingertips to bits. But she didn’t care, didn’t move an inch. “Does pip know your out here? She’s been calling, left a dozen messages. In all honesty I think she’s going mad not hearing from you”. Cara didn’t need to turn to know whose voice it was. The soft cadence that flew through the air was filled with childhood memories. Games of what’s the time Mr wolf. Of sleepovers that lasted far into the night and often consisted of pip telling some random facts as you giggled alongside Cara and her impressions of her year 4 teacher Mrs Linton.

She should have known you would be the first person to find her. She had snuck out late into the night, her grandparents too old and deaf to notice and Naomi dealing with her own grief locked away to bother checking wether Cara was asleep. It would only a matter of time now before Naomi would peek her head into the room and notice her gone. Cara wondered if you had texted Naomi, been sent as some sort of lookout. But Cara didn’t need a look out what she needed was her mum. And she was long gone now, departed from this earth, the only sign that she had ever lived being the bones that laid beneath the church cemetery. Cara almost chuckled sardonically, what a morbid thought, but she was use to them by now.

“I read her message and I’m not responding” Cara spoke, her voice frigid and lacking her usual gusto. You could feel your heart shatter as you eyed the girl. Her back to you, but you could still feel her. Could still feel the storm that raged in her chest like a hurricane. You had been left shocked after finding out about Mr Ward. He had always been kind to you. Ever since you had gone home with Cara one afternoon after primary school, and Mr Ward and greeted you with a small smile and a hoard of fatherly jokes that made Cara hide her face in the backseat and Naomi have a laugh.

“I didn’t expect you would” your voice was soft over the rain, you knew Cara wanted to be alone, most likely needed to be alone. But she had been alone for nearly a week now, and you were starting to worry. You hadn’t seen her at school, hadn’t gotten any messages back on your mobile and when Pip had mentioned with shaky trembling hands that Cara had yet to answer her back you knew it was up to you to go after her. Cara needed time, but she also needed looking after and while you knew Naomi was the best elder sister a young girl could ask for, you also knew she was fighting her own battles. There was only so much she could do. And as much as you were thankful for Cara’s grandparents all they could do was hold her close and provided a safety net.

What could you provide?

You sighed, your lips feeling chapped even though you had applied some clear cherry lip lacquer. A nervous habit you had contracted after years of being by Cara’s side. You can remember a young seven year old Cara who use to swear that lip lacquer was safe to eat and often would lick of the residue from her lips with a giggling smile.

“I’m not here to make you talk Car” you began, wringing your hands, “if I’m honest….I’m here because I couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone. Ever since I can remember we’ve been as thick as thief’s and-I care about you. A great deal. And I know I could never take away your pain or make it go away, but what I can do is be your side. Even if you howl at me and throw me away. I know your angry. I’m angry. Your father…” your voice trembled. You could see Cara’s shoulders shaking as you mentioned Elliot. Her shoulders moving in a rapid movement, her soft sobs leaving her.

“Your father deserves what he got. I know you feel that way too, but I also know you are his daughter. His flesh and blood and while you can’t look at him and call him that you can’t quite forget”.

“My father murdered a young boy y/n” cara spoke, her voice angry and brittle, “he murdered him and then made Sal take the blame. After he knew what he had done with Andie! He knew what he was doing was wrong but because of his stupid negligence and horny disgrace of a man he did it anyway!!” She barked out.

“Mum would have been-“ cara could feel her tongue halt, what would she have been? Appalled? Hurt? Betrayed?

Cara sucked in a breathe, the rain easing just enough that she could eye you as she finally turned. She hadn’t smiled for days, hadn’t felt the urge. Almost as if joy or happiness had been washed away from her. Like a toy being stripped of all of its parts until only the core remained. But here, watching you, with your sweet kind eyes and hair that flew down to your shoulders dripping with rain that puddles onto your cheeks and onto your lips. Cara could almost feel the way her eyes tilted to watch the raindrops fall down those lips, and she allowed herself too. As a distraction, as a treat, and perhaps some part of her had yearned to reach out and press those soft lips against hers, to feel the supple smile against her own, she reckoned they were smooth, flexible. Warm. Hot. Searing.

She was sure you could take it away. The pain. You took her quiet as a sign, moving closer until your watered down trainers were inches from her own and your eyes bore into her oak eyes. “Why’d you come here Car?”. To anybody else it would seem like a stupid question, a question that if anybody else asked would have made her livid. But you, you had phrased it like you were interested, like you wanted to be inside her head, to know why she had chose this house. Cara knew you knew, but she also knew you were always one for listening. The observant one since childhood.

Cara eyed her fingers which were frozen from the rain, “it was the first place I thought of, of where my family was happy. Yes mum was sick here, those memories hurt too, but it’s a bittersweet type of hurt” Cara spoke, “I came here because I wanted to see my home. The home my father hid that poor girl in. My mother would have knifed him most likely” Cara spoke, a laugh falling of her lips. “She was a Firey woman. Always making jests when the time didn’t permit it”.

Like someone you knew.

You listened, intently. Sitting beside Cara as she spoke. Her memories, her fears, her anger. You sat and listened. You knew it would take time, but you were more than happy to give her your time.

“Can I ask you something?” Cara had spoken. You nodded, a soft smirk taking over your lips. “You can always ask me something car”.

“Even if I ask you to help me murder my father and burry the evidence?”.

You blanched, and once you watched Cara’s face thick was amusement did you laugh, your cheeks red.

“Anything but that ward”.

A soft smile filled Cara’s features, a small one at most. But you were glad for it. Cara’s smile had inched down and you watched as her brows remained forward, her deep dark honey eyes now focused on your mouth.

“If I kiss you will you move away?”.

The words had made your heart beat. Made your stomach jolt and your head shake. Vigorously. You couldn’t lie and say that ever since Cara had told you and Pip you had been aware of your own sexuality. But you were far to shy to ask.

Cara was soft as her nose brushed yours, her hot breathe feeling warm from the way your cold limbs felt. Her lips were cold, freezing. But that didn’t matter because you could feel the way your chest ached. Your fingers wound in her hair, pulling her without meaning too. A soft gasp fell into your lips as Cara without thought backed you up against the wall, her eyes dark.

“I love you”.

The words were rushed, but you could have cried.

“I love you Cara Ward” you spoke, and Cara only brought you close, finally hugging you. “Please don’t leave. I don’t think I could get through this without you” she confessed. You held tight, “but you could. You could Cara.”

Cara pulled away, hands holding tightly onto yours.

“I wish I could” was her broken response. You only held her as she cried, cradling her head and kissing her skin. Cara clung tightly, like in an instant you would fade. Like all the people in her life. But as long as she had you, her tether she would be strong. She had too be. Even if it broke her.

You must have both stood out in the rain for hours, and once the rain grew too cold to Handel you pulled Cara to her feet, swiping the rain of her cheeks with a soft hand. Cara leaned in, breathing you in as she peered into your eyes.

You knew she was thankful. Could feel it in the eager way she kissed you, like you were oxygen and she hadn’t breathed in years. Cara’s kisses were soft as they plunged against yours. And you felt lightheaded as her fingers trailed down to your cheek, caressing like you were the most precious jewl.

“You’ve got me bloody falling for you y/n” she uttered, pulling away. But right when Cara was about to pull you into her to utterly ravish you a vibrating pocket halted you.

You could see the flash of annoyance on her features, but Cara relented when she eyed the screen. Pippa. You smiled, encouraged her. “She’s been waiting by the phone like mad Cara. She would have ringed more but she was at hospital”.

Cara’s eyebrows rose, “why was pip at the hospital?”.

You only pointed to the phone, “I’m sure pip will tell you all about it sweet girl”. The pet name made blush appear on the girls cheeks but you only bumped her waist, “go on”.

#cara ward #Cara ward x fem reader #agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #asha banks #A kilton grammar original

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