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echantedtoon · 5 months ago

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Ocean Deep Ch15 Mers And Ladies P2

(Warnings: Mentioning of Yn's wounds and getting stabbed, blood mention, kidnapping mentions, etc.

This was the emotional turmoil I warned you about.

Also important info: Mermaid partners will play chase when courting. Why? Because I said so and it's cute.)

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The wounds that cut the deepest were never physically.

Even as warm flesh met in a timid embrace. Lips molding in desperation and ferocity. Molding and meshing together as if this were their last moments on earth.

The sounds of weeping was never a good sign but oh- Oh how beautiful those cries were as he buried himself into the sweet honey taste of the glossy lips. The cries like a beautiful lullaby finally lulling his heart- No. His very soul to ease at last. A little hug going through the chest and shushing the throbbing pain like a wee babe trilling out. Loud sobs echoed throughout the destruction of the night. Passing over waves and bouncing off floating shreds of wood planks.

The warmth of the water feeling nothing but cold.

Sounds. Noises. Tones. Pitches. Frequencies. He knew them all.

So why did it take him so long to realize that the only one sobbing here was him? Why didn't he notice the way he was letting his eyes talk for him? Why didn't he feel the way he had placed himself against her flesh? Forehead to collar bone. Hands and arms tightly clutching onto the pale wet flesh as the eyes shown down brightest in the moonlight.

"Tengen... What have you done?"

Stung. Worse than a manta Ray's jab. Still stinging.

Sobbing. Crying. No stopping the tears that caught the moonlight. Like little stars twinkling down his face and joining the sparkling of the waves.

Worlds collided and evaporated. Taking all rational thoughts with it. Pleas of echoing lingering self resentment clouding judgement, pride be damned.

"Dont leave me again don't leave again!! Please I beg of you do not leave me again! I can't lose you!"

Lungs burnt in panic beyond comprehension. He couldn't think clearly. He felt like he was burning in a fire while also frozen so numb in ice he lost all feeling. Sobbing wracking the heavy frame as it clung onto the smaller form like a lifeline. If he let go he would tumble and spiral out of control with nothing to stop him. Nothing to cushion his fall.

"I have nothing else. I don't want to lose this. I can't lose you all again! PLEASE! You're the only good thing I have!!"

They were the only thing he could love. He didn't want to lose the light that had finally arrived back into his heart. They must hate him. Hate, hate, HATE HIM for everything he put them through. Everything he let happen. He was worthless. Unworthy. Useless. Horrible.

"I only wanted you safe! I swear...I'm sorry. Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry! Forgive me. Please don't leave me!"

Please don't leave him. Please don't hate him. Please let him make up for everything. As long as they stayed.

"I LOVE YOU! I love you, I love you, I love you so much you don't understand!"

Stay. Please. Say they'll stay now. Please don't let his mind be playing tricks on him. Please don't let him wake up and find out this was nothing but a sick nightmare to mock him for his sins.

"I promise I'll be better! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'll be a better husband I swear! Just don't go! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

'Im sorry.' A mantra repeated like a prayer over and over in his broken voice. Broken up into pieces like shattered glass in chokes and sobbing.

"Tengen..."

He wasn't even aware of who he had grabbed in the un-clarity. He just remembers two hands, so tiny but much stronger than his broken miserable body all together, grabbing the glistening sides of his head. Weakened by the force of a thousand failures. He didn't want to let her go. He had enough clarity to realize that whoever she was wasn't Kyojuro. He sobbed. He's sobbing he hadn't stopped. He couldn't stop. Not even when sweet lips met his swallowing up the next sob that dropped from his throat. Scooping it up and turning it into muffled chokes and whines. It's been so long. Too long since he felt a loving touch.

A most intimate touch only shared by lovers.

One he didn't deserve. Shouldn't be given. Yet he accepted like a drowning man desperate for a taste of the sweet oxygen.

All that could be heard was the muffled chokes. Like he was trying to gasp for that air but his throat was clogged beyond saving. He couldn't stop. The dam had burst and there was nothing to save himself. The screams from the past still echoed. Haunting him back to the visions of them disappearing and unable to do anything. So helpless. So worthless.

Unworthy.

He couldn't stop the choke that forced him to pry himself away from the saving grace that was her embrace. A hiccup, messy and loud, not helping his feelings. Eyes stinging in fear for what he'll see. Afraid it'll be nothing but air and he had just been imagining the whole thing. Gone insane with grief or worse- It'll be nothing but a desperate dream by a man who's failures costed him everything. Coasted them all everything!

Through the staining tears-

Through the haze-

In the dark-

Lit up by nothing but the moonlight-

Barely visible-

Blue eyes shown up at him big and bright.

"O-Oh my God..Oh my go-ha-haaad. Suma! SUMA!!"

Blue eyes, MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ANY SAPPHIRE, and a face more welcome than his own father was there.

She was here.

She was ok.

SHE WAS ALIVE!

Her name felt like a holy prayer for the tongue. He couldn't stop the voice from yelling despite the closeness. If the voice hurt her ears she didn't show. Only proceeding to tear up with tears more meaningful than any other time than she's ever cried before.

"No, Tengen. D-Don't cry! If you start t-t-then I'm go-gonnaaa- Ahhahahaaaaaa!!" Beautiful. Her crying was always beautiful but now it was more beautiful than any dammed song or instrument in the world.

He choked again. He couldn't say anything but choke on his own stupid breathing as she wailed and hung onto his face. Someone joined them. The most beautiful gold orbs ever that was more valuable to him than all the gold in the world.

"Ma..Mak-k-"

He couldn't finish. Both literally as the chokes claimed him and because he was not worthy to say her name let alone be in her presence. Gold and Sapphire. Sobbing and tearing up. He felt his flesh burn in shame and guilt as multiple arms surrounded his weak failure of a body, keeping him aloft as he lost himself once more sobbing uncontrollably and feeling a fist smashed into his heart only to creep up through his skin and clench around his throat from the inside as a perfect little Ruby joined the Gold and Sapphire. A gutteral, and absolutely pathetic noise left him. Somehow sounding more pathetic by how tight the fist clutched his throat. He tried to talk. He wanted to declare his apologies for his sins so badly-

"Tengen." A soft small hand pushed the quivering bottom lip back up to meet the upper even more quivering lip. "Baby, don't. It's alright now. Shh."

Choking. Hiccuping as the arms wrapped around him fully. Tightly and making sure to NOT let him go. To NOT let him leave. They were saying 'youre ours and you're going to stay right here whether you like it or not.' He couldn't break away even if he wanted to.

"You're alright. You're ok now. We got you."

He held on tightly. All one, two, three of them were here. Safe. Alive. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't his mind playing cruel games! Rocking back and forth and burying himself into their warmth. So soft. Smelt of fresh air and flowers. Beautiful. They were his. He was theirs. And he wanted nothing more than to allow them to reclaim him and keep him eternally.

"Tengen?"

Time froze still. His rocking ceased. The waters fell deathly silent once again. And then puffy, bloodshot red eyes snapped on a swivel towards the one who frowned at him with fiery eyes.

"You...WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" A voice, loud and very on edge reverberated throughout the night. Puffing with unrestrained nights of stressful sleep and rising paranoia from the mind.

"I understand you must be very angry with me-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE FELT!!" Kyojuro said nothing in defense in the brief silence after the declaration. A full minute of angry gasping and heaving. Edging closer to falling over the hold their wives had on him. A shaking hand raised accusingly and rightfully so. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I FELT?! YOU WERE ALL I HAD LEFT AND YOU DECIDED TO DO WHAT I EXPLICITLY TOLD YOU NOT TO DO! YOU LEFT ME ALONE AND I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO PROCESS THIS!!..." The choking returned. Voice loosing whatever bitter bite the tongue tasted and devolving into nothing but sobs. "Dammit, Kyo...Do you know what you made me think?! W-What I felt when you left me?!.."

Whatever might've been said was lost. A warm cheek pressing into his shaking hand had him choking on whatever he might've said next. Red eyes, sorrowful, guilty, regretful, and on the verge of collapsing into tears too gazed hard into his.

"I'm so sorry, my love."

"DON'T YOU DO THAT AGAIN!! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!! DO YOU HEAR ME!? YOU COULD'VE DIED! YOU COULD'VE DIED A-AND I WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN KNOWN!! I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE!! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME W-WHO'D-.."

He couldn't finish. It should've been him from the very beginning to take their fate. At least then he would've done what he should've done as a good husband. There was a pure moment of relieving bliss surrounded by warmth and love. Crying too yes but he didn't care for him or how he looked in that moment..

Until the smell of thick copper finally registered in his nose.

B L O O D

Bloodshot eyes shot back open. No. NO. EVERYTHING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OK NOW!! SOMETHING WASN'T RIGHT! The blinking eyes shot around the abyssal horrid darkness searching for the source quickly and panicked-

Until they fell upon Kyojuro.

And the red splattering his body. The red staining his hands and arms.

AND THE UNCONSCIOUS HUMAN THAT SLUMPED AGAINST HIS CHEST.

There was nothing but silent stares until the others in mixed reactions found out quickly the reason for his sudden stoic face.

"W h a t t h e f u c k i s t h i s?"

Kyojuro for once looked almost panicked. "Tengen, we can explain." He choked out quickly under the intensity of the face he gave her.

"I think I'd like that actually." A hand, still shaking uncontrollably, pointed at the way Kyojuro's hand bunched up and tightly held the pretty yellow fabric of a once nice dress stained by red. Most likely the source of the blood the Kyojuro was trying to prevent from leaking out. "Why the hell are you holding that human?!"

"Tengen, I promise we will explain everything to you but right now she needs attention! We must get her to the doctors now!"

A sneer. "Leave her on the beach! Someone will find her or she'll wake up and go home herself!"

"We can't just abandon her! She's wounded!" His husband's look was panicked. Extremely afraid. "LOOK FOR YOURSELF!" As if to convince him, he turned to nudge up the obvious bleeding gash in the unconscious woman. "She won't make it if we don't do something."

Tengen said nothing. Nothing but stare at the pitiful and weak girl in his arms....He admitted Kyojuro was right. The wound wasn't deep and the bleeding wasn't bad but she'd most likely not survive the night if left to herself or perhaps a wild creature would be attracted to the blood and easy prey. She was more pitiful than the man who threatened them.

He knew that man's face.

His voice.

He was the one who mocked him from the shoreline and thrived on his pain when his cursed bloodline stole his lovers from him.

He was not going to survive to do it again.

However...

He didn't recognize this woman. He leaned forward giving a deep inhale. He smelt blood obviously, and salt and water on her drenched body. Some cotton from her fabric, and then finally her own unique scent. One whiff and he was able to conclude that she was never any of the people that he took out or who wronged him before. A total stranger. A third smell got him confused.

There was a plethora of all kinds of different smells on her body. Blood, salt, water, cotton- But also the faint scent of flowers, and other plants, and strangely enough the scents of his lovers. Mostly Makio on her arms and hands and Kyojuro as he held her, but there was also softer traces of both Suma and Hinatsuru too.

....How odd.

However he fully stopped. The scent of THAT MAN was there too. On one place. Under the blood and Kyojuro's hand desperately trying to save her. Did-..

Was he responsible for this?

"Tengen, please."

"....Press down on the wound tightly. It's a long trip and if she's going to make it then she'll need all the blood she can keep in her body."

He hoped he didn't regret this kindness.

"WHAT?!"

You stared at Tengen as he continued to casually stare at you before shrugging again. You sputtered opening and closing your mouth before shaking your head and just looking out again at the blue horizon. Still no signs of land anywhere. This-..It-

"T-There's gotta be some kind of mistake." You looked back to him wet hair clinging to your face and shoulders. "Did you say that I'm on an island?"

His smile widened. "THE biggest out of the three I own!" He huffed proudly before a single finger pointed up. "I own the entire west beach where you first came from. It became mine after I drove all those humans away and claimed it for myself. I also own these three islands off it and at least five miles of ocean in all directions you see! It's a perfectly plentiful hunting ground for my pod and partners!" He hummed again and rubbed his chin. "In fact- Kyojuro's family just moved into the coral reef connected to my second island. Kyo wanted a safer place for his little brother to grow up and technically they're my in-laws-" He lit up perfectly happy again. "So my home is their home!"

"How the heck did you even manage to build a house on the beach when you can't walk on land?!" That's what confused you most.

"Oh that? Eh. This island used to be inhabited by people who fished like your town did." He waved a hand disregarding anything in concern with a bored look. "The guy who had this place before me ran them out and then I ran HIM out. I guess a few houses are still standing up."

Ok. Kinda creepy to know that you were really staying in what Used to be someone's house but that really the main concern here. Your main concern was why three girls who ended up disappearing, one girl who was Said to be carried off by a Naga, and a girl who was supposedly drowned two towns over were all stuck in a house way out in the middle of no where!

"Tengen." He hummed again glancing boredly at you from examining those sharp strangely Mitch matched claws of his. You hesitated a second before gesturing to the way you had walked from. "Why are those girls on your island?"

"Oh! Well besides this island being the biggest, there's a few houses left standing they can live in, it has a fresh water source for drinking, plenty of food-"

"That's not what I meant." Your waving hands caused him to pause in his island bragging again. "I meant WHY are they here?"....He blankly stared at you. "Why are they on your island and not home?"

He blinked. "They are home. What are you talking about?"

You wanted to facepalm yourself. "No. Why aren't they with their families?" He opened his mouth- "Their human families, Tengen!" You frowned harder. "Everyone's been worried sick about them since they disappeared last year!" Your stomach felt tied in knots remembering the way you've seen Mr. and Mrs. Kocho cry over loosing all three of their children in one day.

Tengen stared at you silently before he just shrugged making you gawk to the nonchalant reaction to the situation. "I dunno really. It's not my business."

"What do you mean? They're living on YOUR island aren't they?!"

He stretched his arms placing them behind his head. "I mean yeah. Can't exactly make them live in the water with their puny lungs." Your eyes narrowed but he wasn't affected by this. "*sigh* Look. They're not my mates so I have no say in their relationships other than letting them stay where they won't get killed."

Wait... Relationships? He must've seen the expression your puzzled face was making because he groaned again before rolling his eyes.

"My pod mates. They're the ones who brought 'em here. Look. I dunno about humans where you come from, but here we don't really stick our noses into others' relationships."

"Wait. What do you mean that they were brought here?"

He shrugs with his arms still behind his head. "Just as I said. That Akaza fellow traded me a whole chest of jewels just to let that suck girl live here. Uh.. What's-Her-Name. Koko? Yuki? Something like that." He looked off to the side seemingly bored again. "She kept getting sick so Giyuu and Sanemi thought it'd be a good idea to kidnap some doctors but then they stayed- Then my problem started. Obanai said he'd go look for em on land!" He tutteted and made a sour frown. "But instead of being back my women, he ends up bringing back a pink haired girl who wound up beating my ass in a suplex!"

"*SNORT!*"

His head snapped to you narrow eyed and frowning as you turned away covering your face. "And what the hell is so funny?!"

What was so funny was the mental image of a petite woman like Mitsuri beating the scales of a giant merman supposedly strong enough to sink ships whole. But you only shook your head despite the smile on your face.

"N-Nothing. Nothing at all," you said between giggles at his obvious frown.

"It's not funny!" He shouted before quickly lowering his arms to ..Cross them and-

"Are you pouting like a child?" Some kind of sputtering noise escaped his throat making you laugh harder than before and his face turned red out of embarrassment.

"I am not pouting! Tengen Uzui does not pout like a pint sized minnow! You got that?!" Despite his annoyed face and look you couldn't help but end up laughing more, hugging your sides and trying not to jostle the hurt shoulder. "I MEAN IT! STOP! STOP YOUR LAUGHING!! IM THE MOST FLASHY AND TERRIFYING SEA CREATURE OF THE WEST SEAS!! IF I WANTED TO, I COULD SCARE YOU SO BAD YOU COULDN'T EVEN TAKE A BATH WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF ME!"

You wheezed for air not being able to breath. "Y-Yes. T-Tengen U-Uzui. *Snort* Lord of pouts A-And god of- Hahaha! Blushing-"

"I'M NOT INTO YOU!!" He sounded..panicked almost. His face a sudden ten shades redder. And he squawked out half stuttering. "LET'S GET THAT STRAIGHT! I MIGHT BE GRATEFUL BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE SEDUCING ME! GET REAL! IF ANYTHING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN AWE OF ME!!"

"Aw. You came all the way here to seduce me?", you teased not taking him seriously at all.

"I-... THAT'S NOT-"

"Or do you want a 'medical kiss' too?" You teased again. Feeling a little better that you can get back at him in some way after all you went through. "I think I can arrange that.~"

Tengen absolutely froze solid. Big lashes on sparkling f/c orbs batting up at him as the soft face leaned in closer. The water droplets against her skin shown in the sunlight like a thousand tiny diamonds clung onto her. Her nightgown clinging to her showing off her figure as soft hands reached out to grabbed his burning cheeks. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak as she inched forever closer. Beautiful orbs going half lidded before closing and warm breath ghosting over him. His face reddened to a shade that rivaled that of an apple, he leaned forward enough to kiss your lips, eyes slowly closing as well- Before her head changed direction and she completely leaned away startling him into opening his as. Blinking as she stood in in giggles.

"Consider that payback for your teasing. Now.."

You walked away from his frozen form stopping halfway back down the rock to cross your arms and look around. There was the matter with getting off this island...Maybe the old town here, or what was left of it, had a leftover row boat or something. Or maybe Tengen or one of your friends could give you a ride back to shore? If not you were sure you could make a raft out of-

GROWL-

You jumped at the sound of sudden rumbling. What THE- What was that? The skies were still clear so not thunder. Was that your stomach? You know you didn't have breakfast yet but you didn't think you were THAT hungry.

"So..THAT'S how you want to initiate courtship huh?~ How flashy.~"

What?

You looked behind you but froze as you met wine red eyes. His pupils quickly switching between completely dialated and completely all black and round. His mouth in a playful EAGER smirk that nearly split his face. His body was in a pounce position similar to a cat's. Speaking of cat's his shoulders rolled like a cat about to pounce on prey. Face still blushing a mad red.

"Two can play at this game, Little Gem.~"

You squealed out as a large merman suddenly and without warning pounced towards you-

Scrraaaaappe. Scrraaaaappe.

The soft sounds of a bristled broom swept across the floors and outside of the home. Sending the dust and dirt flying outside into the air in a small cloud of dust before it disappated into thin air. The waves softly rolling off the sand in rolls as the wind gently blew through. Sending pretty long black hair into her face. Her gentle voice giggled as it tickled her skin and she brushed it away-

"Kanae!"

Pink eyes blinked-

"KANAE!"

Pretty pink eyes turned towards the source of the one calling out to her. A white head of hair bobbing amongst the water. The face of bloodshot black pupils scars staring intensely at her form in the doorway before-

The face stretched an unsure smile across his face as if he wasn't sure how to smile showing off nothing but fangs. A splash sending droplets over himself sounded off as a hand pushed into the air. In his grasp sparkled pretty strings of pearls and gem necklaces.

"Look! I traded one of Uzui's girls for them! They're f-for you! Aren't they beautiful?!," he called desperately.

...A sad frown settled on her features as she turned-

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!! L-LOOK!! I-I got something for your little sister too! Kanao likes butterflies right?!" He desperately fumbled as she watched with the same sad, silence she always gave him. Shaking claws desperately picking out a small oddly shaped greenish gem. "Look! This kinda looks like one! I have six little brothers and sisters so I know how you must feel about them! I-I can be good to your family too! LOOK!!' The oddly shaped thing was held up with a frown from him. "Just-... Please don't ignore me anymore. I-I can give you anything you want! Just name whatever the hell you want and I'll get the dam thing!"

She didn't respond. Only looking back forward, and slowly walking back through the doorway. His heart felt like it broke into a million pieces as the noise of the door once again closing echoed in his mind.

"Rejected again, Shinazugawa?"

A growl echoed over the waves before dangerously slit eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. "Fuck off, Obanai!"

Above the shore and gliding across the dry beach was a much longer but less powerful sea snake. The seemingly endless coils from where he had been wrapped up, sunbathing no doubt, uncoiled just enough to allow his torso to raise and look at him.

He looked unfazed by his friend's anger as usual. "You think you would've learnt by now. That girl is never going to acknowledge you."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, VENOM BREATH!! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE MAKING ANY PROGRESS WITH YOUR PINK HAIRED CUPID ARE YA?!"

A hiss in place of a growl left narrowed slit eyes. "That'ssss none of your business."

"THEN DON'T GO POKING YOUR FANGED FACE INTO MINE!!"

"It'sss hard not too when you're so loud it wakes up fish all the way in fucking Antarctica!"

"Yeah?!" He pointed out a hand still clutching precious jewels. "At least I'm not as shitting as Lonerfish when it comes to-" He looked over and choked on his words. "OH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Said snake turned and both comically felt their eyes bug out at the sight before them. A familiar looking blue and black tailed merman sat there looking bored out of his mind and silent as usual which wasn't really out of the ordinary. But what WAS our of the ordinary was the smiling lavender eyed woman squishing his cheeks over and over again as he did nothing to stop her from doing so. He seemed entirely unfazed by any of her poking and prodding of him. Until she said something to him...He mouthed something back which must've been the right thing to say because the girl smiled closed eyed and pleased with herself.

....

They both continued to stare.

"...Well...This day can't get any worse I suppose."

Obanai had spoken too soon.

A BLOOD CURDLING SHRIEK FILLED THE AIR!!

Both men looked towards the left. Giyuu looked up startled and the girl snapped around startled. ..And all of them watched as a woman drenched to the bone and holding up the end of her nightgown running down the beach with a lovestruck koi tailed merman behind her.

"YOU SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO MOVE THIS FAST ON LAND?!"

You voice was cut short when Uzui somehow used his arms to leap in front of you and skid to a stop making sand fly as he slid to a stop. You stopped nearly tripping over forward as he stared at you with such an intense look that was like a man falling in love after a hundred years of loneliness. Somewhere behind you a door slammed open hearing the screams, pink eyes blinked widely.

"What the hell has gotten into you people?!," you squealed out as he gave a sound between a deep chuckle and a loud purr.

His muscles tensed as he smiled wider and again his shoulders did that rolling motion. "I did say I was flashier than anyone else didn't I?~"

He leapt. You squealed. And a moment later you found yourself wrapped up in big burly arms. Pulled against a rippled chest and looked up into the wine red eyes of a playfully blushing merman.

He smiled brightly at his catch giving a pleased growl that had you freezing. Before he puckered his lips and leaned forward to kiss you-

"TENGEN UZUI!!" He paused still puckered, blinked, and looked over his shoulder at an angry pinked eyed woman. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

"Just a minute there-"

You opened your mouth only to freeze as a head of white hair snapped back to you and suddenly there was a warmth upon your lips-

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lilpotatjj · 2 years ago

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helloo so i have a request

could you write a bella ramsey x reader (romantic) where bella comes back to their shared flat late due to filming (could be for tlou or something else) and finds the reader crying because people on social media have been rude since they have a 5 year age gap between them (the relationship is legal)

maybe a wee bit of angst but nothing to bad, tyyyy!!

(make sure to get plenty of rest and stay hydrated!!)

A/N: Here u go Hope u like it and thanks for the great request. ppl can somtimes be really rude. no questions ask. don't let ur guard down my sweet Readers <3 you are precious the way u are!

Warning: rude comments and stupid acc names, fluff and sweet words for comforting reader

I don't care cause I love you always <3

Weirdo23: *Mom complex*

Duckface: *You don't deserve Bella, she's too young for you.*

JuStAtRoLl: *there's money that makes the music….don't love! you weirdo. As if she loves Bella*

Grudge666: *that will never last! Bella's too busy with everything and you're taking full advantage. shame on you!*

Bananaaaa: *wanting attention. the main thing is to be the centre of attention. How can Bella find anything to like about you? True love comes from both sides. Poor Bella, she really doesn't deserve this. I hate people like you!*

The horrible comments go on and on without really ending. Snuggled up with a blanket around you and tears in your eyes, you read through most of the disgusting comments. You shudder at the thought of stepping outside the door and feel that if Bella reads this, she won't love you anymore. People on the internet are too violent to write such nasty things…protected by anonymity.

One after the other, tears run down your face as you suddenly hear the crack of a key.

"I'm home babe!" You quickly try to wipe away the tears but the pain is too great and deep inside you, a sob slips out. "Y/N?" Bella asks while comming into the room you share together with them.

"Oh darling!? what happened? Are you okay?" Actually completely exhausted from filming the new season of the last of us, Bella comes straight to you and takes you in her arms.

You try to pull yourself together but when you feel her tender warmth you lose yourself completely in your grief.

"oh baby ssshhh…it's ok…….I'm here" Tight in her arms they lets you cry it out and just stands by you.

"I….I'm so s…sorry." You sob again and don't manage to look at her at all, so they hold your face in their hands.

I would really like to know what happened" Bella looks deep into your eyes. "What are you apologising for?" your Tears flow down their hands. You swallow hard and take her hands away from your face. Your phone is still vibrating, one nasty message after another in one of your collaborative posts with Bella, in which you give her a kiss on the cheek. They read some of the bad comments and look at your face wordlessly. "oh Dear….I'm so sorry! please don't let things like that get to your head!" she looks at you comfortingly.

"is that true? is there any truth about the comments? am i too old for you?" you look at her almost blankly.

"no, not at all. why? it's only 5 years, nothing big. besides, i'm almost 20! i think i'm mature enough to decide for myself who i love!" She looks at you with a serious look and means every single word.

Tears come to your eyes again at all her words. "I really don't want to lose you…..I love you too much. you are everything to me…"

"i love you too and i would never leave you because of such comments. let them talk! most of them are only unhappy with themselves!"

You just look at them silently and slowly come to your senses. "I'm so lucky to have you Isabella May Ramsey" You manage to smile a little, which makes her laugh too.

"That was sweet" she says and kisses you softly on the mouth.

"They'll just have to get used to me having you" she smiles proudly.

"cuddle?"

"yes"

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agentrouka-blog · 3 years ago

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One of my favourite things about Sansa and Arya is their reactions to Joffrey's death. Sansa just sheds tears and thinks they are for Robb while Arya is like what does it matter now that Robb is dead too. 😭😭

Meanwhile, Robb: "I can't trade the girls for Jaime Lannister, mom, what would the guys think of me?"

Sorry for the bitterness. I know Robb is a wee baby only as old as Jon, but tracking the downward spiral of his relationships is painful.

"So you pray. Have you considered your sisters? What of their rights? I agree that the north must not be permitted to pass to the Imp, but what of Arya? By law, she comes after Sansa . . . your own sister, trueborn . . ."

". . . and dead. No one has seen or heard of Arya since they cut Father's head off. Why do you lie to yourself? Arya's gone, the same as Bran and Rickon, and they'll kill Sansa too once the dwarf gets a child from her. Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North. I had hoped you would support my choice." (ASOS, Catelyn V)

This is so utterly cold. Contrast this with Sansa and Arya.

I know we don't get his POV and he's as incapable of outwardly expressing his grief as Catelyn, but gods, I wish we had gotten just one sliver of regard from him for his little sisters. I can headcanon that he was as broken apart inside as Jon, as filled with a desire to save them as Bran, but he's giving me nothing, and in his last days we see him begin to pull up the emotional drawbridge toward Jeyne and Catelyn as well. Relegating them to the status of "treasures" to be guarded, i.e. objects to be stored out of the way at Riverrun and Seagard. Not valuable counsel, partners, emotional sounding boards. Their presence in his life was no longer required. A man's world for true.

It's a dark mirror to how Catelyn's deep grief for Bran rendered her incapable of ruling Winterfell and Robb had to take over far too young. The one time we see him cry is in the dark, hidden tears with Bran, talking about Jon. "An adventure."

He never allows himself to do that again. He doesn't allow himself to prioritize his feelings ever again. Or maybe he does, once, with Jeyne when grieving over his brothers, and it leads to a careless mistake that derails his whole war plan.

So after that, he becomes ice toward the only ones left, the ones who pin all their hopes on him. His sisters. It's easy. Robb started out distant from them, and then the war turned him colder and colder and colder.

I'm glad Sansa and Arya will likely never find out how willing Robb was to write them off as lost causes. Because it was easier for him to bear than allowing room in his heart to hope for them, the way they were hoping for him.

#rouka queue #robb stark #arya stark #sansa stark #sibling relationships #patriarchy #grief #sexism

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angrelysimpping · 3 years ago

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omg please do wedding hcs for the love interests (or at least just the ones who would crash pc's wedding)

(DoL relationships, wee bit of breeding kink/pregnancy talk [like, one line])

Alex

It's after a particularly exhausting interaction with Remy.

You're in the kitchen, making two cups of tea. Alex is sitting in front of the TV, eyes closed, not even listening to the program.

You get Alex's attention, handing them their tea.

"Marry me."

Both of you are a bit shocked at Alex's words.

They hadn't meant to say that, but they don't regret it.

Alex slides off the sofa, getting on one knee, and repeats their request.

Alex already thinks of you as their partner. You guys are already living together. Why not make it official in the eyes of the law?

Alex wants to get married as soon as possible, within the month if they can. They want to be able to have some time alone with you before having to worry about Remy again.

The whole week leading up to the wedding is a wild affair.

Alex’s whole family can’t be there the day of the wedding, but they try. Everyday a new redhead shows up on the farm. Some stop by on their way somewhere else. Some stay for a meal. Some end up helping out on the farm to give you a chance to nail down any last minute details. You think you’ve met most of Alex’s family, but you can’t be sure.

The ceremony is on the farm.

It's nothing too extravagant, you guys will have all the farm work to attend to.

Alex might cry a little. They'll be quick to wipe away any tears.

Same with the honeymoon, it's on the farm. You guys can't afford to leave for too long.

Alex is going to try their damnedest to make the honeymoon special. Anything you want Alex to do, consider it done.

Avery

Avery is asking you to marry them in private. No matter how confident they are that you will say 'yes,’ they will not risk you turning them down in public.

“I’ve been thinking, how do you feel about getting married?”

After agreeing to marry them, Avery will do a public proposal.

Avery does most of the planning. You have some say, picking between options that they've already approved.

The wedding itself is a great networking event.

A very elegant networking event.

You probably don't know anyone at the wedding. No one you know from school would get approved by Avery. You might spot a familiar face behind the wedding photographer’s camera or wearing the catering staff’s uniform.

Bailey might be there. Avery and Bailey don't get along. It might look suspicious if the person who ‘raised’ you wasn't at your wedding.

(Bailey's showing up for the free fancy food and to make you feel uneasy.)

Avery might tear up a bit at the altar but they're trying their hardest to ignore it.

Probably the only LI who would take you out of town for the honeymoon.

You’ll be seeing the inside of the hotel you’re staying in more than wherever Avery took you for the honeymoon.

Eden

Doesn't see the point in getting married.

It's just a piece of paper. The government recognizes you guys as married? Since when has Eden cared about the government? They're living in the middle of the woods!

If it means a lot to you, Eden will propose. The ring is either something they've made themself or kept from their life before they left town.

They'd propose at the Lake. They're a little embarrassed when they drop to one knee and pull out the ring. No matter how long Eden has lived with you, they're still not used to being open with their emotions.

Eden doesn't ask you to marry them, they just present the ring and wait.

If you're adamant about having your marriage ‘official,’ Eden will go into town to get the paperwork done. It will be hard, seeing as they need a bunch of documentation that Eden doesn't have, but they'll find a way.

(Bribery. They're bribing whoever they need to for your marriage to be legally recognized.)

Otherwise, Eden is skipping the ceremony and going straight to the honeymoon.

It's a day of continuous sex. Eden has gone out of their way to make it so you guys have everything stocked up. No going out hunting. No chopping wood. No distractions. Just a day devoted to the two of you.

Kylar

Asking you to marry them the moment after the graduation ceremony is over.

They pull you into the park, to the bench where you guys have spent so much time together, and direct you to sit down.

Kylar is stuttering so hard through their preamble. They've practiced their speech but they can't help fumbling over their words now. They can hardly even look at you.

You'll have to wait for Kylar to finish their speech about how much they adore you and how they can't imagine their life without you. Eventually, they get to the point and drop to one knee.

"W-will you do me the h-honor of marrying m-me?"

When you say yes, Kylar is going to cry.

Kylar already has a lot of the wedding planned out, you just have to give your approval. You hardly even have to look at Kylar’s plans, they've done everything with your tastes in mind.

Kylar’s only request is that the location of the ceremony be in the woods.

The only people in attendance are Kylar's parents and anyone you invited.

Kylar cries the moment they see you in your wedding attire.

They really try to control themself but every time they manage to calm down, they look at you and fresh tears form.

Kylar writes their own vows. The guest can barely understand Kylar through their tears, you can understand them fine.

So excited for the honeymoon!

Like, sure, you guys have had sex before but now you're married! It will be the first time they have sex with their spouse!

Besides, this is when most couples focus on making babies!

Robin

Robin is really tempted to ask you to marry them through a note. Is it romantic? No. Did it work to get you dating them in the first place? Yes!

They won’t ask you through a note but they’re so tempted.

They do write out how they want to ask you. Several times. They don’t want to screw up.

They want to wait to ask you to marry them after you’re both free from Bailey.

Though that day seems to be getting further away instead of closer.

It gets to the point where Robin isn’t sure if they can wait anymore.

They figure after graduating would be a good time to ask.

They pull you into the forest, taking you to the spot where you would normally go to picnic.

"Will you marry me?"

It's blunter than Robin would have liked. During their practice sessions, Robin has found that they need to get to the point as soon as possible. Otherwise, they ramble until they lose their nerve.

The wedding itself is rather simple. Even if you have the money for a fancy wedding, Robin would feel more comfortable with a smaller ceremony.

Robin holds themself together right up until the ‘I do’s, then they start crying.

Honeymoon is also rather simple, staying for a few days in a modest hotel in town.

Robin just wants to spend time with you, away from everyday life, and relax. They don’t care where their honeymoon takes place, as long as it’s with you.

Whitney

Whitney doesn't see the point in marriage. You already belong to them, after all. Why would Whitney care about the legal status of your relationship?

Sees weddings as pointless.

It doesn't help that Whitney doesn’t like formal ceremonies, they hate having to act all prim and proper.

They hate grand declarations of emotions, especially emotions that they would consider weak.

A wedding is literally a formal ceremony that is a grand declaration of love.

Love, an emotion Whitney hates to acknowledge they feel.

It doesn't matter how much you might want to get married. Whitney needs their own motivation to ever consider getting married.

And they get one.

It happens at the beach, some tourist starts getting handsy with you. Whitney appears behind them in a rage.

That’s their bitch, hands off!

The tourist tries to placate Whitney. They thought you were single! That this kinda thing was accepted, expected, in this town! It’s not like you were wearing a ring or anything!

Whitney doesn't care and still gives them a bloody nose before grabbing you.

“Fuck it, we’re getting married.”

They drag you to Town Hall to start the paperwork.

Whitney doesn't plan on having a ceremony, yet one gets planned anyway.

Don’t ask how, even Whitney isn't sure what events lead to them standing across from you at the altar.

Don’t ever mention how you saw Whitney’s eyes get brighter when you said ‘I do.’

The honeymoon is the part Whitney is actually interested in.

They take you to a cheap, shitty hotel and plan on fucking you until they pass out, preferably on top of you.

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity alex #degrees of lewdity avery #degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of lewdity robin #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity whitney #Alex the Farmhand #Avery the Businessperson #Eden the Hunter #Robin the Orphan #Kylar the Loner #Whitney the Bully

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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SERENDIPITY.

(n), beautiful accidents turning out in beautiful journeys.

Nothing to explain, just Vampire!harry.

Smut, Smut and Smut.

Masterlist , Let's talk about more vampire H!

Author's Note: This's me just testing waters with my fantasy writing skills. It got deleted at first and I had to write everything again with fat sad tears. Tried my best hope ya'll like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and I kinda deserve it for this one *sheepishly*

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

Kittens. One hell of the beasty creatures they're. You'd give them your heart but they'll prefer their two hours sleep over it. Such type of beasty wee landed Y/N into such situation. She's been searching for Meowsie her cat for fifteen minutes now when she heard a feeble cry of an animal. The tall trees with it's roots snatching at soil - the moon at it's peek. Gasping she crouches down for the rescue of a deer with it's fur wrenched in blood.

When she does so her eyes struck at the sleekness of a pair of loafers stubbing yellow leaves under it. A groan of annoyance whirling in air and gulping she rakes her eyes to find a tall, swiney man staring down at her in offence like she disturbed him.

He's gorgeous. Features that of greek sculpture with silk kissing it, eyes –well she can't figure them out in her fear. "Who're ye'!?" He snarls and she toppled back on her bum with a squeak, "Aish. should be asking you the same." She shuts her eyelids. He thinks she's very stupid for leisuring in an abnomished forest at this hour of night when every creature's ready to strangle her alive.

"Who're you?" She emphasizes each word grabbing the broken branch and pointing it towards him mustering some courage not letting her brave cascade waver.

His first instinct was to say that he's vegan. But, why should he when he's not. He doesn't like lying.

He steps from under the shadows of trees rims glimmering under the beautiful moonlight, "Could be anythin' ye'r little brain's been thinkin' of." He smirks towering her and scrambles back. Her facial expressions blown out more from the fright he's causing.

Poor little thing.

Before, he could fill in her curiosity his prey escapes into darkness gaining his attention. He growls throwing his head at his shoulders — Harry isn't that of tantrum throwing person (a practice of one hundred year has taught him that bitterness brings you nothing) but he's been devastatingly hungry and the feeding clubs grossed him out.

The smell of grinding bodies, sweat and the combination of different human's blood makes him sick to core rubbing his appetite away. He's bored of them.

Her sweet glazing auroma calls him to trap her and take a succulent bite out of her but before that she benefited the opportunity running away from him exiting the dark forest only to find Meowsie snuggling inside her bed.

"You batty creature!" She huffs, "No wonder I'd be found – dead one day because of you."

With whoever; she bumped in the forest wasn't human at all Y/N thinks.

. . .

She's been fighting her sweet tooth for so long but it's not helping her. She muttered a fuck it before lecturing Meowsie, "No sneaking." When Meowsie meowed bobbing her head she cheered, "Good baby." Like a proud momma.

It was success. Reaching the nearest store and buying the oreo yogurt to savour it immediately. When she strolled outside gloomy vibe hit her causing her nerves to shudder winter chillness freezing her toes.

The cup hits the pavement and she emits a loud scream as a brutal force rams her in a brick wall.

A groan of pain rumbling in her chest and she shuts her eyes as a shadowy demon creeps up her calves agonisingly trying to pop her in two.

Counting on her death when it screeches in horrifying noises being ripped into bits and pieces mercilessly. When she squints her eyes open she finds the mossy jade eyes peering down at her more pissed than he was in the forest, "do ya humans don't sleep at night? Or are ye' a mouse that steals good-ys at night?" He traps her head with his hands on either side of wall and she grumbles at his insult of calling her human. But isn't it what she is? A human?

"I -- don't be mean." She pouts hissing at the dull ache in her legs and he sighs voice getting gentler, "Can ye' walk?" When she nods he scoffs with a thick accent lips quirking and nose scrunching. He wanted to leave her at it but the scared look on her tightened his chest and he felt his responsibility to walk her home safe and invest if she got hurt.

"No you can't!" He winds his arms around her encouraging her to put all of her weight on his side as he walks her. "Who're you. And how did ya do that?" She asks with a timid voice. He doesn't want to scare her away but the truth's he's been keeping an eye on her for days. Muttering a curse to himself whenever she'd have her nightly visits without a care for herself. Silly human.

"Harry." He replies without a care and if it wouldn't be for the pain she's feeling she'd have never let him inside her home. "I can't even eat my yogurt in peace 'cos of you Harry." She reproaches as he sits her on sofa taking her ankles and putting them over his knees.

[That's how I felt when you interrupted my meal you little pesty thing he wanted to mutter but held back.]

Taking out the potion Nana gave him that heals painful scars.

"It'll hurt a bit little mouse." He murmurs pulling out the cork of bubble shaped bottle she flinches, "Don't call me that!" Staring at the way her ripened gnashes disappears in beautiful spirals. "Then stop acting like a coward-y mouse." He stands up looking down at her slumpy with sleep. He shushed her, "'s okay. . ." with each dab feeling sorry for exposing her to his world and now the demon who was manifested without a precise spell thought they're co-related kept lingering around her and well he couldn't leave such an innocent girl to be harmed by evils.

"Not gonna tuck ye' in bed, now." He stands up chin doubling raising his hands in defence albeit he's privy for such actions. Too domestically affectionate for him.

"Please." She doesn't want to be here on uncomfortable sofa and wants to snuggle inside her blankets. "Fine." He rolls his eyes not giving heed to the angelic details of her home for that it'll create a soft spot in his heart for her.

His body swimming in her scent once stepping inside her room and he tucks her under quilts grabbing Meowsie akwardly and putting her beside Y/N so she could cuddle with her. He stares her for time and Y/N doesn't hear door shutting and he's out of her bleary vision in a tick

. . .

White swarms over the crimson in hues with yummy smell spreading everywhere along with the waves of Y/N melodic hum. Meowsie tries to rip the muffin batter and Y/N smacks her paw away ending up having a standoff stare competition with her in the kitchen.

She literally heard her saying mean mommy.

Y/N thoughts are all over the place. All she could think of is his's stupid beautiful face and they way his gentle touch made her feel floffy from muscles. He shouldn't pesk her like that. The white chocolate chip pops and she was about to see if they were done when a rasp crawled in her ear making her jump and causing the pyrx bowl to hit the oak counter, "Been thinkin' of meh, lil mouse?"

"What the fuck. Harry!" She spins sending him into fits of laughter with squeaky scream.

"Not funny. Don't you guys not go somewhere unless invited?" She gasps putting her hand atop her heart and Harry's eyes follows her commotion, "'course we do. Got some manners 'n shite." He scoffs with cupid bow quirked up and nose scrunched.

"Then where are your manners now?" He smirks at that leaning at her level, "You manifested me s' hard it broke rules." Heat splashes on her cheeks and she notices the intricate details of his features finding them dull and sick than his prior glow. She gasps in shock taking his hands leading him to sofa and sitting him with a push to his shoulders.

"God. You look terrible what happened?" He gives out a smile at her care throwing his head into headboard cushions, as she scrambles back to kitchen to take out muffins from oven she asks worriedly proper concerned for his health, "Would you like something?"

A warm mug of delicious bubbling blood thank you very much.

He wanted to mutter but his throat went dry from the headache making him all dizzy. He's been death starving for days now cause his appetite seems to vanish and tongue wouldn't accept any kind of blood since the day he smelled the gush of crimson running inside her veins.

"Can I bite you?" He regrets the moment it slipped from his tongue. Y/N doesn't seem to mind instead mulls about it for a moment putting two warm hot cocoa milk and red velvet muffins on the lil coffee table.

"Will it keep you alive?" When Harry closed his eyes in gentle affirmation she cranes her neck to side like she has seen in many movies. "Okay. Go then." He smiles weakly taking her fingers ever so tenderly in his hold and ushering her in his lap.

"If you wouldn't mind — it'll be more comfortable like this. ." She just nods knees bended on either side of his thighs and his mouth waters at her appetizing sweet smell. He rakes his nose along the curve of her neck swearing that she's made of puddle of how soft her skin's. His senses wrecking havoc as his fangs glistens at the surface grazing against the barrier of her sensitive spot.

"Aa-a!" She cries out and He pulls her back anxiously brows kinking, "Didn't even bit yet."

"Surprised is all." She confesses shyly and Harry shakes his head with a silly smile letting her fist the hem of his shirt tight as he wrapped his arm around her waist smushing her closer to him and keeping her head in one place stopping her from squirming..

"Ticklish baby mouse ye're." Saying this he pushes his fangs into her flesh and she created a mousey noise head lulling. He gives out a moan-y growl at the taste of first droplet hitting his tongue. He doesn't think he could stop from now on. She tastes like the nectar birds of heaven could feed on.

His body coming to life. Inners feeling fresh as ever again.

She feels float-y. Like taking a nap over clouds and letting the zephyr cocoon her and she stuffs her face in the crook of his neck breathing him happily with a loopy smile.

This's oddly satisfying and calming. He wants to take care of her. She's a beacon he always wants to keep protected from the storm. He gasps feeling himself nourished all over again after days of starvation. Lapping at the shiny drops of what's left making her giggle and he could easily recognize that smell. Of her arousal.

She's all worked up in his embrace snuggling closer to him. He has been in this position with many people before but once they serve his purpose they'd been walked away to take care of.

"Don't go lost on me little mouse y'need to eat somethin'." He settles her over his thigh taking the mug and muffins.

Tearing it in two and bringing it to her mouth as she lays her head against his shoulder. He sighs happily feeling full as she nibbled slowly, "Thank you." He wipes the crumbs from the corner of her lips feeling the petalness of them and wondering what he shouldn't be wondering at all. "'S okay." She quips with cracky voice making Harry chuckle and sipping onto his own warm milk.

. . .

Harry didn't know a human could attract him like a magnet to metal. She manifested him once and now he's always at her cosy home, he likes the radiance of sunshine that promises from her presence. They watch movies till the clock doesn't strike six in the morning, have secret rendezvous hidden from the eye of normal people at the places Y/N has never been, he has his weekly bites from her and in return brings her every Oscar Wilde's books from his shelf.

Biting her's the most pleasing yet excruciating part because the way she melts like a honey over him like she depends on him and the sweet smell of her wetness that billows in the room makes Harry gripe at her sides, sometimes drinking more than her petite body could handle. He feels awful after that.

Cuddles her to sleep and makes the walnut pie he learned from his Nana which apparently is a witch (she isn't actually his grandma — he has long forgotten about his real family).

Harry took her to the vampires museum and when her marshmallow lips baubled in astonishment at the wings of Angels displaying on the burgundy wall. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist the whole time eyeing anyone that would look towards her weirdly (humans aren't allowed at vampire premises, but who dares to point a finger at Harry? No one.) One of the reasons he hugged her in a smushing coddling suffocating way to lather his scent all over her leaving her flustered and confused. Y/N has finally met someone that shares the same sleeping schedule as her insomniac ass. "We better leave before they hang me angel here too." His breath was hot against her neck running shivers down her spine.

His words carrying amiability and seductivity causing Y/N to gape at him. Did he just call her his Angel? He definitely did. Annoying leech that's fucking up with Y/N's emotions.

They didn't talk about it at all after that.

Harry did with Nana. Freaking out to her how his emotions are always spiraling for her. That he wants her all to himself. Wants to feel her in ways that's beyond just the touch. Nana just laughed it off and made him eat his coconut pie. He almost choked on his bite. Adam apple bobbing in pain when she cleared to him – that; The they indeed have bonded to eachother.

Her blood runs inside him. His marks are on the most precious spot of her body. Where lovers claim their affection — how could he not feel like that towards her? She's sure that Y/N also feels the same for Harry.

Harry was getting done with some cluster of work when a stab of pain invaded his whole body prickling uncomfortably against his skin. Something's up. He could feel in his bones that his little mouse's not okay. When he goes her home he's met by pure silence making him more anxious than he already is.

He picks Meowsie from the floor rubbing her crown as he steps inside her bedroom. She's layered under many fold blankets in her bed shrinked into a pea and her head perks up when Harry's voice reaches her, "Angel. . ." She throws everything aside tackling him to mattress making him squeak.

He smiles petting her hair as she purrs against his chest fisting the hem of his shirt tightly. "One of those days?" He asks genuinely not stopping his gentle action and she bobs her head vigorously bottom lip wobbling, "Oh my little mouse – c'mere what happened?" His gaze flitting between her's as he cups her cheeks squishing them adorably.

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back, "Then can I bite you?" She just wants to distract herself from the unbearable headche of her history course.

He chuckles breathily at that sighing because could he say no to her? No. He smiles down at her dimples denting in his cheeks, "Kay. Go then." She stuffs her face in the dip of his neck sniffing the marbled beach fragrance of him that of summers I'm December's cosiness. Her teeth grazing at the curve of his pale skin and Harry closes his eyes in anticipation. He feels intimidated by this little human being like no other. His little human.

Her teeth grazing against his cold skin and Harry almost whined letting a moan slip his eyes rolling back into his sockets as she bites him. His hands on her ass twitching to grope at the flesh when his cock stirred with her heat leaking against it. She creates sweet filthy noises succling the mark and "Enough." Harry cleared his throat and the haze in his head bounding her wrists between them pulling pulling her away looking at her sternly when she whines.

"Baby. . talk to me." He caresses her cheek with his knuckles but she ignores his words floating in her all headspace staring the mark she created. Tracing the beautiful hue of love bite with her fingers, "How did it feel?" Harry's eyes flutter with charming smile as he kissed the hand which's not busy memorizing him.

"Like a lil mouse ticklin'" She leans at that kissing her work of art, giving wet little sweet kisses up his jaw palms running down his midriff as she whispered.

"This?" Her hips stuttering with his swell sitting delicious between her panty clad pussy lips, she peers up at him from her under her lashes as her lips rested against the corner of his pillowy full mouth.

"And this?" Test of his patience. "Like I've never felt before." Saying. He smudges his lips against her's in a succulent, sweet and affectionate kiss. Lapping tenderly with his pink wet tongue at her mouth to deepen the kiss squishing her cheeks in the process. Swallowing her whimpers and whines down his throat like she's most precious. She humps his bulging cock with erotic swivels of her hips and Harry griped at her sides to leave blue blemishes in some hours.

He closes his eyes still smiling foolishly resting his temple against her's – noses doing eskimo kisses.

"Can we talk now, what's disturbing my angel?" He tucks her hair back kissing her forehead and she bobs her head embarrassed at her tantrums. "It's silly. 'M gonna fail my history exam." His eyes twinkle, "Just havocin' your brain for this?"

"No worries. I gotcha."

. . .

This's how they ended up like this surrounded by notes and papers. Harry complaining with an unbelievable scuff, "What do they teach ye' kids now days? That didn't happen at all in history." Still ending up helping her with learning which ended up him giving her his slender fingers fucking her with them to let her work for her reward.

"No pet. Wrong answer." He tutted eyes still on the quiz card and it's the sight for sore eyes. She cramps her thighs around his wrist and he curled his fingers rubbing her walls in return as a warning, "Come on lil mouse ye' right there." He leans from the edge of his chair to snatch a chaste kiss from her parted ones.

"189-5?" She mewls not sure of her answer and Harry again pressed his lips against her's murmuring against them driving a third finger inside her and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, "such an intelligent girl. doin' s' good fo' me – wanna cum?" He bites at her earlobe gripping the quiz cards tightly.

"Yes. Please‐" He cuts her off taking his digits out making her whine and squirm loudly. Sage coloured panties clearly drenched in her slickness as Harry licks her sweet juices like a hungry kitten from his fingers wrapping his magenta lips till his knuckles — if it's a lollipop humming around them vulgarly.

"Harry No!" She huffs making grabby hands at him and he squeezes her bossom thigh to push her down, "Harry yes. Now -- tell me babe where Buddhism originated from?" He wets the pad of his thumb nonchalantly eyeing her playfully and Y/N just wants to kiss that pink pretty tongue as he turned the page around.

She grabs his hand moving them closer to her swollen pussy head falling at his mere graze, "Please." He gives love nibbles at her cheek flickering her clit to tease her.

"What baby?" He murmurs gliding them up and down her slit causing her to rock her pelvis against his touch his freezing fingers adding upto sensation. "Want your fingers." She gasped breathily because before her request Harry was stuffing her back with his fingers massaging the sweet shell of her g-spot.

Her tummy coiling with pleasure and she threw her arms around his neck parted lips pressing against his throat, "Last quiz and then ye' can come all over me fingers." He tells her pinching her thighs. His cock weeping in his pants. The world around them deafening to glitter noises and Harry puts his chin atop her shoulder raising the card infront of her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

It was for his last criss-cross of swipe when she gushed all over him with noises that stroked Harry's ego and this time he gave her a hickey coaxing her orgasm from her high, "Hmh. S' warm I could stay inside ye' forever." A sugary smooching voice echoes in room when he kissed the spot between her ear and neck.

Y/N thinks Harry has successfully made a nest in her heart.

. . .

They were flopped over quilts in her bed moon glowing happily in love with them together and Y/N turned in his arms admiring each glimmer of his skin with an awestruck puppy eyes, "You're such an Angel. . .so pretty." He chuckles softly bringing her closer to her chest to hear her heartbeats.

"People think otherwise my mouse." He gives out a 'oof' sound giggling when she climbed up his torso heels of palms pressing against his pecks. "You're for me resting in the depths of ye'r skin — that went through love and sorrows, nourishment and pains until god decided you were meant to be mine. . ." She sucks in a breath cupping his beautiful face to lull it side to side. Harry could bite her whole made of petals and honeycomb she is. He stares her zoning out for a moment.

"Sorry. But seeing ye' with my bites makes me s' hard. . ." He whispers. "Bite me again then." She nuzzles in the crook of his neck pressing her wet crotch down against his hard dick pressing against his zipper.

"So polite and carin'." He grins smacking kisses against the thin skin of her shoulder reaching the mark that's still pudgy and purple. She moans getting him out with shaky fingers and kissing him heatedly in full vigour making slick filthy noises. He slaps her bottom ripping her panties to throw them carefully rubbing his weeping blushed head in between her clenching pussy lips to smudge their arousals.

Whimpers of bliss whirling in air when he slipped inside her slick cunt filling her to brim his balls pressed against her bum, "Fuck. Just how I imagined — tight 'n snug. I love ye'r cunt baby." He gritted grinding his pelvis against her's in slow teasing motion hitting one spot continuously.

"Feels good. . ." She cries softly thighs quivering by his sides and he wrapped his hand around the nape of her to bring her down for another passionate kiss, "Would ye' bond to meh? Huh - lemme cum inside ye'r pretty pussy? Make it mine?" He mumbled wet-ly against her lips sucking her lower one to make it all plump and pinkish.

"Make me yours." She gives out a squeaky whimperish moan when at her words he licked his mark biting it. Her walls creamping around his cock to feel each, ridge and thick vein and she turned a loopy butterfly in his arms.

"Ye' can't cum unless I give ye' permission and I've had plenty to drink. . ." He growls grabbing her jaw eyes turning oyrx and she wipes her own blood from his mouth to press her thumb against his tongue letting him suck. Now, she doesn't have one mark only it's plenty that of flowers scattered on canvas.

He stretches his legs wide toes curling holding her down from her hips to fuck into her with rough mind forging thrusts, "Yes!" Y/N whispers with hoarse throat that she hasn't spoken from months.

"Cum fo' me. Over me cock baby wants to feel ye' Angel." He moans fondling her breasts in his large calloused palms smauching kisses at very skin he could find to shower his love to. Y/N comes a wave of shiver running from her soles to head as she just created noises straight out of porn.

Her creaming around him. Warm and slick cum dribbling down his balls didn't last Harry too. He came inside her in thick spurts of ribbons leaving blueprints at her arse.

They remained like this for some moments. Cacooned into eachother breathing eachother Harry memorizing her to memorize the memory he could never forget and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.

He lays her on bed gently slipping out of her shushing her with pecks on mouth when she whined from sensitivity, "Gonna take care of ye' little mouse." He bends her knees kissing them stroking the insides of her shivering thighs to calm her down taking his discarded boxer from side.

"Want you to squeeze baby -— I came alot." She does as he said and he cleans her with his clothe showering her in kisses and praises.

Running a steamy bath with essential lavender and rose oils and bathe salts. Resting her between his legs to feel her skin everytime against his skin.

"I love you. Gonna keep ye' forever." He whispers in the silence of night and she smiled with fuzzy heart. Feeling good and fluttery. "I love you too."

Shrugging she retorts playfully, "I'd be all old and wrinkly but you'd be still this gorgeous now that's unfairrrrr." He just laughs at her cuteness creating obnoxious kissing noises while kissing her face.

"Gross." She mutters bashfully eyeing him and he fake offends tickling her sides causing the water splash from rims, "Wasn't gross when I was fucking your brains out—" She tries to smack him in between laughters.

"Heyyyy."

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rosemerriam · 5 years ago

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Heiress and the Bodyguard

Summary: Heejin, the heiress of the widely successful company, ViSual, is being given a bodyguard. To avoid any bad rumors, her mothers have given Heejin a bodyguard her age. A little fic with some angst and a wee bit of fluff at the end. 1.9 k words.

Heejin's breathing stilled. Her ear in her hand, trying to listen.

"I'm telling you that it's necessary!"

"And I'm telling you that you're overreacting! You're worrying too much!"

"Worrying too much? You're not worrying enough! We're talking about our children!"

"Hey, Heejin!" Yeojin's loud voice broke Heejin's concentration. "What're you doing by the door?"

Heejin shot right up, speed walking away from the suddenly quiet room. She dragged Yeojin away but not fast enough before one of her mothers stopped her.

"Heejin, where do you think you're going with Yeojin?" Heejin turned to see Haseul leaning by the doorway with her arms folded. Vivi was still inside the room. Heejin could have sworn she was ironing a dress in attempts to relieve any anger.

"Oh, us?" Heejin pointed at herself, putting on her most innocent looking face. "Oh, well, Yeojin said she wanted more yogurt so I was gonna take her to the convenience store to get some."

"Uh-huh, nice try," Vivi called out from the room.

Haseul let out a sigh and walked back into the room. Her daughters trailed after her and took a seat on a couch opposite of Vivi ironing and Haseul standing.

"So your mother and I were thinking," Haseul let out another sigh, "and, well, that is--"

"You need a security guard."

Haseul looked at Vivi exasperated.

"Yes," Haseul said. "Um, so, your mother and I will begin looking for someone to that, that being making sure you two stay safe. You know the world is a, uh, very dangerous place and well, Heejin, with all your modeling and commercial gigs and everything else--uh, your promoting of the company!"

Heejin could feel herself zoning in and out of Haseul's ramblings. Yeojin looked over at Heejin and let out, "So what type of security guard are we getting? Are they, like, gonna be this big ol' guy with crazy ass muscles?"

"Yeojin, don't say ass in front of me," Vivi said, her eyes not even looking up. She took the pile of clothes and folded them into a neat little stack for Haseul to take and put away. When Haseul left the room, Vivi began to pace slowly in front of the two. "First off, they aren't going to be a 'big ol' guy.' I am not comfortable with a man being around you two all day long. And some strange man following you two around, the media may get some strange thoughts. Strange thoughts will lead to the tainting of our company's image."

"So who are you going to hire then?" Heejin asked, feeling impatient.

"A girl. Maybe someone around your age. The media isn't going to suspect something strange if the guard is a girl near your age. They'll just think you two are friends dragging Yeojin around."

Vivi paused to look at Heejin and Yeojin to see if they had any objections. They looked back at her blankly. She could practically hear the elevator music in their heads.

"I'm going to find your mother. We'll begin looking for applicants. I'll try to get someone who is near your school's so that they can pick you two up." The serious mother left the room, leaving the two behind.

"So..." Yeojin leaned close to Heejin. "You were saying something about getting me yogurt?"

"Whatever. You want to go get some now?"

"Yeah! Oh! We can get some snacks too, right?"

"Sure. You're lucky all these commercial deals are paying me well."

"Ha! Yeah, I am!"

Yeojin kept rambling all over the place on the way to the nearby convenience store.

"...like I'm telling you, Hana's snail is no way near cool as mine!"

"Is that so?" Heejin mused.

"Yeah! Listen, my snail is, like, way faster than hers so obviously mine is gonna be cooler. It's just science!"

"Obviously," Heejin smirked at her little sister.

They walked into the convenience store. Yeojin immediately ran to the snack sections. Heejin took her time getting their drinks.

"...are there really no job openings?" Heejin turned around to see a girl her age talking to the cashier.

"Listen, sorry kid but like I said last month, we aren't hiring," the cashier shrugged. His eyes softened. "Look, I really am sorry. Maybe try the place down the street again?"

Heejin could see the girl blink away her tears as she let out a shaky sigh.

"Oh? Heejin, what are you doing?" Yeojin's loud voice broke Heejin out of her trance.

"Oh, sorry," she looked away from the girl. "Did you want juice or the drink with the jellies?"

"The jellies, please!"

"Yeojin, you have to use your inside voice." Heejin scolded Yeojin's loudness.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"Yeojin..."

"Oh! Sorry..." the apology this time coming out as a harsh whisper.

They paid for the snacks and walked back. Each step Heejin took was the memory of the crying girl slipping away. Until one day after school…

"Heejin!"

Heejin turned around to see a very familiar face waving to her.

"Ah! Hello! You are...?" Heejin's head tilted in confusion.

"Oh! I'm Kim Hyunjin," the girl bowed slightly. "I'm going to be your bodyguard from this day on."

"Ah, I see," Heejin smiled at the girl. She thought about bringing up how she had seen her before but thought better of it. It would only make things awkward between the two. "Alright, well we have to go pick Yeojin up from school and then from there it's a modeling gig for a perfume company."

"Yes, ma'am. Your mothers sent for a car so that we don't have to walk."

"Oh, please don't call me ma'am. We're in the same grade, aren't we? Yellow uniforms mean Junior Year."

"Right," Hyunjin chuckled nervously. "So what would you prefer me to call you?"

"Heiress Heejin," she replied with the most cheesy grin.

"Okay, Heiress Heejin," Hyunjin said with a blank face.

"Wait--seriously?"

"Of course, Heiress Heejin is the one I am going to be with the most and so whatever she wishes, I will grant."

"Oh goodness..." Heejin got into the car. It wasn't any fun if the new employee didn't have a good reaction to her teasing.

The driver stopped in front of Yeojin’s school where Yeojin stood.

“Where were you? I was standing there for two hours?”

The two girls made room for Yeojin in the car.

“‘Two hours’?” Heejin questioned. “I thought your school ended 10 minutes after mine.”

“Yeah, except every other Tuesday, c’mon, Heejin,” Yeojin said exasperated.

Heejin felt stupid when she realized that Yeojin was correct.

"Whatever, let's just go to the photo shoot already; it's rude to keep all the staff waiting," she snapped at Yeojin. Heejin untangled her earbuds. She listened to her playlist, daydreaming until they reached the building.

"Miss Heejin! Welcome, your changing room is right this way." An intern greeted them when Heejin stepped out of the car.

"Thank you, lead the way."

Hyunjin and Yeojin followed after Heejin.

"So what's your name? I don't think I recognize you."

—-

The photoshoot was going fine. While the staff was preparing to change sets, Heejin went back to her changing room.

“Hyunjin?”

“Yes, Heiress Heejin?”

“Oh, you’re still calling me that. Never mind that, could you get me some coffee? I’m feeling especially drained from this shoot.”

“Of course.”

Hyunjin left the room.

Yeojin spoke up. “Why is she calling you that?”

“I told her to call me that as a joke but now she won’t stop.”

“Sheesh.”

“I know.”

The intern comes into the room.

“Miss Heejin, there’s going to be a bit of a delay until we’re ready for you again.”

“Ugh, are you kidding me?” Heejin shouted. She gasped at the harshness of her words. “I am so so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“It’s fine,” the intern said but it did nothing to reassure Heejin.

Heejin slouched into her chair.

“Yikes, that went well,” Yeojin said from the back of the room.

“Shut up, go play somewhere else,” Heejin said, irritated.

She could feel another mood swing coming so Yeojin left. As Yeojin was leaving, she bumped into Hyunjin. The bump caused Hyunjin to spill a hot coffee onto herself.

“Oof, sorry about that, Hyunjin. You could give her that other coffee.”

“Right.” Hyunjin went into the room attempting to ignore the scalding hot coffee on her uniform.

Heejin put on a plastered smile when she turned to face Hyunjin.

“Some coffee, finally,” Heejin sighed in relief. She took the coffee from Hyunjin but her face contorted.

“Is something wrong, Heiress Heejin?” Hyunjin didn’t think she could take more hits from the universe.

“What type of coffee is this?” Heejin’s voice barely above a whisper.

“Well originally that coffee was meant for me but som—“

“What type of coffee is this?” Heejin repeated her question. Her voice was slowly rising.

Hyunjin wasn’t sure what to say to make Heejin calm down.

“It’s an iced caramel frappe, Heiress Heejin.”

Heejin was silent for a second, but only for a second before all hell broke loose.

“An iced caramel frappe? What am I, a middle schooler? And for goodness sake, would you quit calling me that? I said that to tease you. Look at how that turned out. God, the one thing, the one thing, I ask you to do and you can’t even do that right. I asked for some coffee, not some poor excuse of sugar disguising itself as a proper pick-me-up!”

A knock on the door prevented Heejin to continue her temper tantrum.

“Miss Heejin? We’re ready for you now.”

A beat of silence.

“Okay, coming!”

—-

Heejin tried her best to relax her face and ignore all the thoughts swirling in her head but it was no use. She could see the disappointment in everyone’s eyes. She couldn’t live up to their expectations.

“Okay, that’s a wrap!” The director shouted and everyone went on their merry way.

“Thank you for all the hard work!” Heejin bowed to all the staff.

Yeojin walked up to Heejin.

“Hey stupid!” Yeojin shouted at her older sister.

“Hey! Who are you calling stupid?”

“I’m calling you stupid, stupid!”

Heejin sighed. “What?”

“Nice going back there, yelling at Hyunjin.”

Heejin said nothing as Yeojin continued. “It’s her first day at work and all she wants to do is impress you, do everything you tell her to do. You told her to call you Heiress, she did. You told her to get coffee, she did. I bumped into her and made her spill your coffee. She gave you hers instead. And then you started screaming like a total psycho to the point that everyone could hear.”

“Whatever,” Heejin said, looking away from Yeojin’s stern face. Why did her face feel so warm suddenly? Heejin walked to her changing room where Hyunjin was sleeping on the couch.

“Hey,” Heejin shook Hyunjin’s arm gently.

Hyunjin groaned grumpily. Heejin had to bite back a laugh. The cranky girl had the cutest pout when woken up.

“Come on, let’s go. The driver usually takes us to ice cream after shoots.” Heejin offered her a warm smile.

Hyunjin scanned Heejin’s face. Just a moment ago, the girl was screaming at her. But, ice cream sure did sound good…

“Alright!” Hyunjin smiled back at her.

For a second, Heejin could have sworn she felt her heart flutter.

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dorotheajanegilmore · 5 years ago

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Devil’s Daughter

Previous: 1 , 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Chapter seven

I had been staying with the Winchester's for just over two weeks now. My purple case looked great against the brown walls of the guest room, really made it feel like home.

The first night I stayed at the bunker (Before visiting parents in NY)

"Sorry it's so plain." Sam has said when he first brought me in here.

I shrugged. "It's much better than my dorm."

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah I know how ya feel. Stanford."

"NYU." I admitted and he nodded with an impressed face. "Creative writing."

"Law."

I cringed. "Smarty pants."

Instantly an attractive smile broke out across his face and he shook his head, blushing wildly. "No. I never graduated."

"I don't think I will either, at least not yet." I told him truthfully.

"I hope that decision isn't because of us? I know how it feels to have your studies cut short and if I could go back..." Sam paused before he shook his head, laughing at himself. "I actually wouldn't go back."

I laughed at his honestly and shook my head. "No, I've been contemplating dropping out for a while. This whole angels exhausting and paternity testing is just the push I needed."

"Right." Sam wondered over to the bed and sat down beside me. He looked at me with a face of concern. "How are you feeling? Honestly."

"Honestly?" I asked and he nodded. I let out a deep breath, letting my shoulder sink. "I feel...like it's not real. I haven't thought about too deeply or really acknowledged it properly. I know that's not healthy but I just don't know how to accept this. My family life has always been rocky, my mother hates me."

Sam recoiled and pulled an offended face, as if I had just delivered a blow to his stomach. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you." I knew that his situation was difficult at the moment. Dean told me that their mother was trapped in some sort of apocalypse world.

"Don't defend her, I promise. You'll see tomorrow, she hates me." I emphasised it again but he shook his head, not having it. I decided to just continue because there was no way in changing his mind. "So, how did Dean recover so quickly? Those guys tortured him too."

Sam shifted on the bed and adjusted his watch on his wrist. He was clearly uncomfortable the way he was sat because his legs are way longer than mine and even my legs ached. We were both sat criss cross and I couldn't take it any longer.

I moved to sit at the edge of the bed, Sam sighing in relief and copying me as he answered. "Castiel healed him. Dean was supposed to save you from those guys but they ended up injecting and torturing him too. Demons aren't really fond of us, we've made a name for ourselves as hunters and they didn't know he was working with Crowley."

I nodded understandingly. I bit the inside of my cheek as I thought about asking the next question. My curiosity got the better of me and so I asked. "Did you, do you and Dean think I'm evil?"

Sam thought for a moment, before gently taking my smaller hand in his larger one. "I won't lie to you. When Rowena told us that Lucifer had a daughter and we needed her help...I definitely believed you to be evil. I thought that we were gonna find you at a bar murdering people or eating babies." Sam laughed at that last part.

“Why eating babies?" I tilted my head to look at him, confused as to where he'd get that from.

"Because ya'know, Lilith eats babies? At least in mythology and all of my text books-"

As Sam rambled on I looked down at the ground. I had forgot about Lilith being my true mother, I was so busy worrying about the devil I forgot about his first demon.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Sam put a gentle hand on my shoulder and I shook my head.

"It's not your fault, Sam. I just can't believe I'm not a product of Christian and Rose. That Hallie and Alex aren't my blood related siblings. They'll always be my family, regardless of what a test says but I had that I don't have an actual connection to them. I hate that my blood isn't their blood. I hate that my blood is...evil." I sobbed as the word evil left my mouth.

Sam shook his head and wrapped his big arms around me, pulling me into him for a supporting hug. I cried into his red plaid chest as he held me tight. "You're not evil, Elle."

"You don't (hicup) know that!" I shook my head, feeling him hold me tighter. He began to rub his palm up and down my back, as if he was soothing a crying baby.

"No I don't, you're right. But if raising Jack has taught me anything, it's that we can't make quick assumptions."

———

Present day

(Two weeks living in the bunker)

I sat in the library with a book under my nose. Every waking moment of the passed week has been spent reading up on Lucifer, and learning my powers.

So far I have discovered my psionic energy blasts can be used in blasts, streams, waves and bolts to move things, lift and even throw things. Allowing me to hit, push or pull a target, potentially exerting enough force to destroy them. I had also improved my telepathy, I can control when to and when not to listen to thoughts so I could actually focus now.

As I was reading about Lucifer's cage I felt a presence enter the room. I was already on edge from all of the reading, Satan's not a happy guy. Feeling threatened I spotted a pair of scissors on the end of the table and used my new found powers to lift them up and send them at the person watch me.

As I span around, hands glowing red I realised who it was. Dean was stood at the door with wide eyes and hands held up in the air alarmed.

The blade of the scissors, surrounded by red wisps, hovered just inches away from his neck.

"I didn't mean to scare you, little red." He pushed the scissors away with his index finger. They landed in the floor with a snap and I sighed in relief.

"Dean, sorry about that." I felt immediate relief, so happy that it was him and not some creature I had been reading about. I cringed, hoping he wouldn't be to mad at me. "I'm reading about monsters so I'm a bit on edge.

"A bit?" He smirked, amused. He pulled out a seat opposite me at the table and sat down. "Is that why I was nearly executed in my own home?"

I nodded and slid the book over to him. I pointed at a paragraph and he quickly skimmed over it. It said;

The powers of a nephilim would be to great to raise such a creature on earth among mortals. A human woman could never contain a baby nephilim for very long as it could tear them apart. A nephilim will grow at rapid speeds, much faster than a human woman's body could contain. Once born a nephilim will reach adulthood within a matter of hours.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, confirming that the information in front of me was in fact correct. "Jack was born and within twenty minutes he looked like he was twenty years old.

"So how come I have baby photos? Actual picture evidence of me growing through the years. Every birthday party photo shows a year of progression. Am I slow? Am I broken?"

Dean chuckled at my outburst and shook his head. "Elle, there's never been an angel, demon cocktail baby. You're the first. Perhaps Lilith's genes are much slower."

"Or." Came a Scottish voice from the doorway. Rowena stood with a mischievous smile on her face as she danced her way over to the table.

"Perhaps I did a wee spell to aid in your human growth. I was there when Lucifer chose your parents and he made sure that Rose would be strong enough to encapsulate you for nine months, not to raise your relatives eyebrows at a two month unholy pregnancy. The spell made sure that Lucifer's child would grow as a normal human until she reached adulthood, then her powers would slowly blossom. That's why it's important that we found you." She lifted her martini up as if to cheers us before taking a large sip.

"I thought you want me to put him in a cage?" I raised a brow, wondering why she was adding to her story now.

Rowena shrugged. "That’s for the after party. Once we’ve rescued Mary from the apocalypse world, you and Jackie boy can work together to put him in a new cage, a stronger sturdier cage. Come on, had I told you this earlier you would’ve been overwhelmed and scared away. We need you, Red.”

Dean shook his head and pushed the book away. "Damn it, Rowena! Any other information you'd care to share?"

Rowena bit her lip and tapped her finger against her chin in thought. ”Aside from Lucifer wanting Jack and Elle back? No, not that I can think off.”

Next: 7

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