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marlmckitten · 4 years ago

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Mr & Mrs Kitty (An Introduction)

A new Blackinnon series by MarlMcKitten and PadsMcfoot

As so many of you know I have trouble letting go of past plots. And I spent three years working on a beautiful Blackinnon one with a friend. Unfortunately that story has come to a close but to keep it alive I want to share it with all of you. But since I also have commitment issues with writing an entire story at once. This is going to be written differently. It is going to be a number of short or long snippets of their lives in no particular order. This first ‘chapter’ is going to be a short, point form introduction to the version of Blackinnon that I will be sharing with you and all the important side characters that come with it. (Mainly bc my new Blackinnon is sooo different and all my plots are gonna shift a little now.) Thank you!

Marlene McKinnon:

your 70′s bombshell

loud, outspoken, unpredictable, wild

she fell in love with Sirius the day he arrived at Hogwarts on a motorcycle, grown out hair, new tattoos and a brand new family (The Potters)

she didn’t admit it for a while though

eventually they fell in love

she didn’t die with her family

but she was devastated

and pregnant

Bellatrix used occlemency to make her believe that it was Sirius who was killing her family

that was what made Sirius go to Azkaban

Marlene ran away, she made her way because she had to, she was pregnant and that was now the last living member of her family and the McKinnon line

she worked in shops, she kept a low profile and she did not tell anyone who she was

she gave birth to a beautiful young boy and named him Lynx McKinnon

the boy looked so much like his father

she would cry watching over him, her mind so conflicted on how Sirius would do that for her when her heart knew he wouldn’t

it was years before she saw Sirius again, but one day she just had to talk to him so she went to Azkaban to visit him

he believed she was dead and she asked him how the hell he could do that to her and her family in her emotional rant she let it slip that she had his son

this prompted Sirius to break out of Azkaban, finding out that he had a child and that Marlene was raising him all alone

Eventually they met up again, and Marlene ended up believing him. She always knew in her heart it couldn’t be true.

This Marlene was so much more grown up, (being a single mother wil ldo that)

They went into hiding again, now at Grimmauld Place. Lynx was terrified of his dad. It broke Marlene’s heart and she did not know what to do.

Years later, the war ended, her family was back together. Sirius never died and she wanted to add to her family.

They had two more children. Halo and Aurora Black.

All Marlene ever wants is for her whole family to get along.

Sirius Black:

such a rebel

but he has a weakness

blondes named Marlene McKinnon

he’s infatuated

you think James is bad? You should see Sirius around Marlene.

he never thought he deserved a happy ending but he got it with her.

Well- for a while. Before she died and he was framed for the murder of her and her entire family.

What was the point of living after that?

He didn’t see one.

Years passed. Nothing mattered and then one day ... “Hey split ends.”

He has a son.

He would not be the same shit parent that his were to him. He has to get out.

And he does and he finds them. It doesn’t take much convincing. His Marlene always trusted him.

But Grimmauld Place and all those childhood nightmares are back. He cannot be a father or anything to Marlene.

So instead he drinks.

A lot.

Too much.

He feels Marlene getting distance. He can tell Lynx hates him but he can’t stop himself. And he hates himself for it.

He dies. Through the veil .

But miraculously he finds his way out. Just in time to save his Marlene and his son during the war.

Him and Marlene lead all the Slytherin children out of the castle, away safely. (Even Pansy Parkinson.)

Marlene never forgives McGonagall for locking her son in the dungeouns during a war, but Sirius knows she was doing her best.

Him and Lynx never get a great relationship.

They’re always rocky. But he gets another chance with Halo.

This pushes Lynx away even more but Sirius can’t help it.

He tries to make peace with it and then Aurora comes.

And oh Merlin how he loves Aurora.

They have a very special bond.

Sirius is a great father to Halo and to Aurora and he tries to be for Lynx too.

It takes so much time.

But he has his wife, his kids and Sirius gets the life he never knew he deserved.

Lynx McKinnon

Sirius lookalike

he hates it

he hates his father

but his mom is everything to him

She works a lot when he is a kid, so he tries to help her out.

One day he pleads her to go to the fair with him. It’s the last day, all the other kids have gone and she promised. He is only 7 at the time.

He meets a lonely little girl named Juliet.

They become instant best friends and for the rest of his life no one will ever matter to him quite like his Ma and Juliet do.

Then he is sent to Grimmauld Place, away from Juliet. And he is so scared.

His father terrifies him. The house terrifies him. He sleeps with his mom most night.

Hogwarts comes and he goes there, an escape. And there he finds Juliet also. She’s a muggle born witch and the world is restored!

He protects her when he is sorted into Slytherin and she is a Hufflepuff.

But he misses his mom dearly.

He befriends an ambitious and beautiful young girl named Valencia Mae.

They also become close. The three of them are happy with just each other.

One day he realizes that he is in love with Valencia and he asks her out.

She says yes.

She comes from a very rich family so he tries his hardest to impress her.

Lucky for him, she has some daddy issues.

He learns that he is a very talented artist.

When he decides to persue his dreams as an artist Valencia dumps him.

He is left devastated.

Lynx drops out of school, he leaves everything behind. He leaves his home.

He’s a little dramatic. (Don’t tell him that he gets that from his father.

But years, and years later, he is reunited with Valencia.

They’ll get a chance at their own happy ending.

Halo Black

such a mama’s boy

but so protective over his baby sister

loves his dad too

really a family guy

from a young age he wants to have his own family one day

he’s a little spoiled but doesn’t know it

doesn’t like Lynx much, doesn’t get why his brother doesn’t love his dad like he does

Lynx tries to tell him that growing up with a single mom then going through a war is much harder than growing up in a mansion with two happy parents and the Black family fortune

Halo doesn’t see it.

He has a lot of back problems.

He’s awkward and so clumsy it could put Tonks to shame

he looooves his (very much alive) Uncle Remus

He wears cardigans and he is a hopeless romantic, after a girl in his year who he idolizes in his head

they are doomed to always be in love but not have anything ever go their way

truly tragic but the love story Halo always wanted

Aurora Black

if Halo is too much of a mama’s boy he’s got nothing on how much of a daddys girl Aurora is

she can’t function without her father

and her brother

oh boy is she spoiled

and optimistic

naive

honestly just not that smart

but has the purest heart and the best intentions

she is always trying to get along with Lynx even though she doesn’t even meet him until she’s about 6 years old

she loves Lynx’s art

she messages him all the time, and never gets a response

she is bullied a lot for being air headed.

And it gets bad.

Some girls play a nasty trick on her.

She is turned into a werewolf.

It breaks Sirius’ heart the most.

She would have been killed if Halo hadn’t have saved her life.

She then keeps to herself more, believing that she is ugly and a monster.

Remus helps and Tonks helps but she thinks she will forever be alone.

After all Remus was until his late 30′s.

But she still manages to keep a smile on her face.

She really loves animas.

Her life ambition is to open a bakery with her father.

She never wants to leave her family

She can even melt Lynx’s heart when she really wants to

but man is she s t u b b o r n

and as sweet as she is she can piss anyone off with her stubbornness to always get her way and not see anyone else’s

Juliet Buchannan:

Lynx’s best friend

not the brightest, but very honest

she keeps Lynx from going too hard, he keeps her grounded

but they both really like getting high together

and talking about aliens

Lynx around Juliet is very different than regular Lynx

she happens to love Sirius, calls him Mr McKinnon and he loves it

Calls Lynx Kitty.

Calls Marlene Mrs Kitty.

She goes wherever the wind takes her

Carefree.

Despite her very lonely childhood.

Her father was abusive and neglectful.

She spent more of her time with Lynx and Marlene

They are her family.

Works in Disneyland when she is older as a face character.

She literally just wants to see everyone happy all the time.

But she makes a lot of bad decisions and always has the wildest travel stories

Valencia Mae:

the love of Lynx’s life

BDE

she gets what she wants

her family exploits muggles to make their fortune

hardcore business woman

loves fashion

never goes anywhere without her Louboutins

she really isn’t that into the wizarding world and hates Hogwarts

but still gets good grades

ambitious AF

dont mess with her

seriously don’t

she will also stand up for Juliet once she is forced to take her in

dating Lynx means dating Juliet as well

really not the jealous type though so she doesn’t care

just a bad bitch in fancy heels

wine

Lyra

the girl Halo is way too in love with

she is not easy to love

she is so troubles Halo just wants to fix her

they are on again, off again faster than anyone can keep track

she has a small thing for Lynx and also one for Sirius

she has serious abandonment issues

the bottom line is she just wants to be loved and accepted but doesn’t know how to be

she does not have a strong sense of self-identity

Sirius really takes a liking to her, and is kind to her, she misjudges that and develops her tiny crush

but it is always Halo she loves

she just doesn’t know how to

she’s there to create the drama without meaning to

Lynx hates her, but she’s good at art so he helps her with that

Valencia and her would kill each other if given the chance

Aurora adores Lyra

Marlene hates seeing a girl break her baby’s heart

Just so lonely.

#blackinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #au #everybody lives #let's see how this goes #fanfiction #in progress

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jbbuckybarnes · 5 years ago

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Your Mission

Bucky x Reader (Agent 16) Description: Why not tease and test the super soldierness. Warnings: 18+, fluff, teasing, smut, a LOT of smut and bodily fluids, not beta read

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You had made it your mission to tease him whenever you could. The easiest way to do so, was to wear tight or revealing clothes around him. Today it was a cropped hoodie and high waisted silk shorts. Thigh high socks, sneakers and space buns. You entered the room that had a few Avengers in it and saw him eye you, blushing a little and then give you glances of what you could only could describe as sexual frustration. "Anything on the plan for today?" you asked the round. "Only training." Nat smiled back at you while Steve deliberately tried to not stare at you in those clothes. "I think I'll start picking up dancing for cardio again." A shared smile. She loved ballet and you loved hiphop. "Wanna get it over with?" she looked into the round and a collective nod was the answer. You had tons of choreographies you learned online in your head. The gift of being able to memorize patterns like this was also helping in your job. Made fighting and reloading a gun easier. Nat, Wanda and you had made your own little dance playlist that worked for all of you in training and as soon as that started playing there was no way out. Working out with you in that outfit, shaking your behind in his field of sight was definitely in his personal category of "I don't know if this is motivating or just frustrating." He definitely got all of his work done faster than usual. Maybe because he knew what he was about to do.

The second you left the gym he caught you right by the door and got you into his room in seconds. "Did someone like what he saw?" a provocative smile came from you. "I never wanted you to bend over the kitchen counter so much." he growled. Your eyes widened at his straight forward approach but it was definitely working between your legs. "Tell me more." you bit your lip before turning around, landing on his bed and wiggling your ass towards him. The sight of you in dark blue silk shorts was making his pants feel uncomfortable. "Friday, lock the room." he looked up for a second before his sweatpants hit the floor. "And you. You better grab a pillow to muffle yourself with, until I'm done with you." he grabbed the waist band of your shorts and pulled them down to see silk underwear. Black silk panties that were drenched in excitement for him. "Haven't even touched you." he grinned before pulling it down too and pushing your hips up a little right after. "You ready?" he asked almost too sweet and got a muffled "Mhm." The ease with which he was gliding into you was driving him mad. "You feel great, darling." he mumbled completely high from endorphines. A drop on the mattress made him grin, "Didn't know you were so ready for me." He picked up a fast pace while his lips were all over your back and a hand was massaging you in big circles. Muffled moans were only making him go faster and his hand shake to tease you. There were more drops landing on the mattress and running down your thighs. "God, you really like to be dominated. I see." he chuckled before going at a speed only he would be able to hold and god were those muffled and shaky moans doing it for him. "Good girl. Cum with me." he mumbled into your ear and with slower but deeper thrusts he felt your walls begging for him and bit your shoulder to not groan at the amazing feeling. "You liked that, baby?" he chuckled and your face came out of the pillow with a dopey smile. "You could do that all day and I would still want more." you whispered. "Sooo...you want one more?" he grinned and you grinned right back. "You gonna kill me one day." he chuckled before he started moving again. You felt him twitch and fully grow hard again inside of you and you were practically gushing from your center at this point. "Fill me up." you gave a small moan before landing back in the pillow and god was he on a mission to fulfill that wish. "Not gonna stop till you're full of me, sugar." he chuckled into your ear, grabbing your hands you were offering him by your hips. His thrusts were long, slow and deep. As if he knew this was the secret to your second orgasm. It drove you insane, made you whimper and made you claw into his right hand. "Yeah, baby. Feels good right there, right?" he said while hitting the spot again. "Mmmmmh." "You're doing so good, darling." He heard you whimper and smirked. "Looking so good like this." he thrusted a little harder, making you flinch. "You look so good filled up with me." he had a deep growl he couldn't stop escape his body. He couldn't hold himself back anymore and started pounding into your waterfall like his life depended on it and you were in heaven. Even going crosseyed in the pillow at how good he worked you to your second time. He really had to work the second orgasm out of you but, hell, was it worth it with how much harder you clenched around his length, now not only dripping on your own but letting a little of his love escape you. "You want more?" he chuckled. "I don't even care if I cum this time. I just wanna know how long you can go on with it." you giggled. "If anybody asks what we did...we watched a movie. Cause I have about an hour of lovemaking in me." he groaned into your ear. Without the goal of making you cum and the freepass of just showing you how much you making him crazy he didn't even stop anymore. He pressed you down into the pillow, keeping as much of him inside of you as he could since you seemed to love being filled with him. "You sure you want more?" "James, I've never wanted to be sore so much in my life. Fill. Me. Up." you almost growled saying it and now he didn't even know anymore who obeyed who. He said an hour but 30 minutes in you didn't even count anymore. He could go forever, building new cells wasn't the problem. After those 30 minutes he managed to have you close to your 3rd time. You really needed a bit in between to recover. You weren't him. "You close again, sugar?" "Mmhmmm." you clawed into the pillow under your head by now. "Want me to count you down?" A whimper, so a yes. "5." a strangled muffled moan. "4." a deep thrust. "3." you started shaking. "2." another deep thrust. "1." you were vibrating, a usual occurence for your body being overworked. "Cum for me, darling." he whispered and the intensity with which your body grabbed onto his length almost made him faint while he filled you up another time. "Good girl." "Go on. Don't stop." you said panting. "I'm gonna get 4 out of you." he grinned. He enjoyed this experiment a lot, the way your entire inner thighs were wet by now, the way you were glistening and glowing on his bed with your head deep in the pillow he slept on. He could ignore his own soreness just looking at you. You were exhausted by now but you loved this man so much and there was nothing you wanted more right now than to be close to him and feel this sensation a fourth time. You stopped counting again when you felt his hand on your clit again and gasped into the pillow. "You're doing amazing, sugar. Just need you one last time." his low voice was right by your ear. Your eyes were tearing up from oversensitivity now but he felt so good where he was. "You're taking me so well, baby, so well. Just need you to take me one more time." "I love how much you crave me." "Mhmmm." You grabbed his head closer and he decided to bite your neck again, getting a high pitched muffled moan out of you. "Such pretty moans. Wanna hear them turn into screams. Understood?" you shivered at the sudden dominance again. "Mhm-mmmmh." you tried to agree but the fingers on your clit were already going at a speed making you sob out for your release. With moans turning into muffled screams you didn't only clench around him, sending him straight to heaven but you also made a mess all over his bed. Not that it wasn't a mess before but this was an extra mess. "Good lord, that was beautiful." he muttered looking down at your sweaty hair and your head on the side still panting. "Wanna make more of a mess?" he chuckled again and you had a silent giggle. He finally left you and you started gushing his love of the last hour out of you. "God, sweet jesus, that's hot. Wow." he said overwhelmed and you giggled again. You sat up on your knees and even more of his love left you and dripped down your thighs like you were a cake and this was the glacing. You held eye contact reaching down before licking it off your thumb and if his swallow wasn't enough of a sign for being turned on his hard on definitely was. "I'll have to deny." you grinned. "I know. But that was the hottest thing ever." "Sometimes I like being used a bit. But only by a man that can't break my heart." you grinned before grabbing him for a sweet little kiss. "You wanna take a bath while I..." he eyed the bed. "Sure." and shortly after there was water running and a man carrying you into the bathroom cause you were definitely not walking for the rest of the day. "I hate how adorable you can look in a bubble bath after all of that." he chuckled, gave you a kiss on the forehead and left to clean. You took your time getting clean and relaxed. After a while you gave up on waiting for him to join, got out of the bathtub, went for your usual routines before coming out of the bathroom to see your underwear neatly folded. He cleared his throat and you looked at the typical soft man you fell in love with. "No, I didn't contemplate keeping them." he innocently looked up. "I love you, idiot." you reached up for a little kiss before walking past your underwear to open his set of drawers and put on his underwear. A content grumble from behind you made you smirk. "You look good in anything that's mine, huh?" he eyed you with a proud smile. You went on to put on your bra with his fascinated eyes on you. He still wasn't over that bra that opened in the front. "Can I have a sweater?" you smirked and he supressed his laughter. "What a full circle moment." he grinned before nudging his head towards the chest of drawers. He started wearing his sweaters so you could wear them and have his smell with you all day. "I love you so much, just for doing little things like having an extra pile of sweaters just for me." you got into bed next to him, a motion he could get used to. "Of course, love you just as much, sugar plum." he grabbed you closer. "What did you think when you saw me inside of your room, putting on a sweater?" you needed to know. "Well, first I thought you were spying on me but then I saw you put on the sweater and...I honestly just wanted to scare you a bit. Was onto your little crush in about...4 minutes. Otherwise I would've never had the balls to come to your room, asking you if what we had was a date." "Nawwww." you nuzzled into his neck. "What did you think?" he asked back squeezing your waist. "I was scared you were mad at me, then confused cause you were okay with it. Then I just wanted to run cause I was kinda ready to jump out of a window at that point and then even more confused when you knocked. Not gonna lie, I kinda wanted you to go on after you put off the three hoodies." a shared giggle lit up the room. "Was it your mission to make me sexually frustrated with that outfit by the way?" he looked down at you with a stern look. "My mission is always to turn you on." "Well, mission accomplished." "I love you, Mr. I'm-a-super-soldier-and-could-go-for-hours." "I love you too, Mrs. Wants-to-be-full-of-me." A giggly kiss was shared.

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peanut-in-the-goal · 4 years ago

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Uhm thing I wrote when I was 11? or 12. I think 12? Either way it’s utter shit but my friends for whatever reason have confidence in me and want me to post it? sooo... here?

Also trigger warning Child Abuse!

Sirius comes from the Noble and Ancient House of Black. Everybody knows that, it was no secret.

What they don't know is how far Orion and Walburga Black would go to try and mold their heirs to be everything they wanted, to be "perfect". How far they would go to hold up their reputation. They know all about the Black's reputation of being pure and they knew that their standards were strict.

What they didn't know was the pain they inflicted on their eldest son because he didn't want them to know. He doesn't want everyone else to know that he goes to hell and back every time he goes home. Not about the fact he's been hit, starved, or forgotten.

Not that he's been locked away in a basement for most of his life before Hogwarts. Not that his parents insult him, and curse him and hex him.

No, he can't tell. He can't tell because they'll kill him. He learned long ago that he shouldn't take his father’s threats lightly. He knew that Oriion Black didn't make empty threats.

But that wasn't the only reason he couldn't tell, wouldn’t tell. He wouldn't tell because he couldn't let other people see he was weak. Sirius couldn't let them realize that he let his parents do this. That he couldn't fight them.

He couldn't let them think he was weak. He couldn't tell anyone, not even James. He knew he wouldn't understand of all people. He had the perfect family. A loving one. Secretly Sirius envied him, but he could never tell. It would give him the attention he didn't want. Then they would come too close to discovering his secret. He wasn't about to let that happen.

At Kings Cross

"James!" Peter had been waiting for five minutes for his friends to come. It wasn't long, but he was so relieved when he saw one of his fellow marauders.

"Hey Pete, how was your summer?" James walked up and gave him a brotherly hug.

"Fine, I went to Spain. Honestly, it was pretty boring but cool. How about you? How was your summer?" Peter adored James. He followed him everywhere. Peter looked up at James. He had it all in Peters’s eyes. So he couldn't wait to hear what crazy adventures he got into over summer, so he was pretty disappointed when James said this.

"I didn't go anywhere really. I mostly stayed in my room doing homework." He left out the fact that he also wrote to Sirius multiple times, but never got a letter back. James worried about him, he knew he didn't have the best home life, but he didn't know the extent of it. He knew Sirius was keeping stuff from him. James was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Peter call Remus' name.

"REMUS!" He yelled excitedly. James followed Peters’s gaze and saw the sandy-haired boy walking through the crowd making his way over to the two.

"Hey Moony," James greeted.

"Hey Pete, James, you guys have okay summers?" He asked. Remus was always so kind towards everyone. James couldn't see how he found a certain light in everyone, well almost everyone. There were a few Slytherins he still didn't like. Sometimes it hurt the other Marauders that him being who he was, and so kind to everyone, to have this life forced onto him. Being a werewolf that is.

James and Peter quickly filled him in on their summers, and Remus went over his. All he did that summer was stay home and read. There was no surprise there, Remus never went anywhere without a book on him. James looked around the station, still obviously worried about Sirius.

"Hey, have you guys seen Padfoot yet?" James asked, running his hand through his hair. It was something he picked up from his dad when he was stressed.

"Not yet, he better come soon though, we'll have to be leaving soon," Peter chimed. They all looked around trying to find their friend when, as if on cue he came walking through the barrier. Regulus and his mother in front, and Sirius and his father behind him. Orion Black had a vice grip on Sirius' upper arm. Sirius winced when Orion tightened his grip when the rest of The Marauders waved at him. Orion dragged Sirius over to where his mother and Regulus were talking to other Slytherin parents. Sirius looked bad, worse than usual. He had a huge bruise and cut through it on his left cheek, and he had a bad gash over his left eye. He had bruises of hand marks on his wrists and his shoulder from his father gripping him too tight while beating him. And that was just what was visible, he had far worse injuries under his jeans and tee- shirt. He had bags under his eyes from exhaustion. It was obvious he wasn't sleeping well.

The three Marauders took in the sight of their friend staring at him with concern and worry. They had never seen him with actual marks on his skin. He assumed his parents just yelled at him, now they weren't so sure. Sirius caught their eyes and saw they were worried. That was the last thing he wanted, he didn't like people worrying for him, he could care for himself thank you very much. He caught their attention and gave them a weak smile. The three boys gave forced smiles back, not reaching their eyes. They were still worried about their friend.

Orion and Walburga saw him smile at them, and in one swift movement, Orion had slammed Sirius into the wall, grabbing his other arm in a tight grip as well. Sirius let out a yelp of pain as he felt his knees buckling under him. He would not give in. He wouldn't let his parents win. Orion leaned down to Sirius’s ear and whispered something that made Sirius go pale.

"You're a filthy piece of scum, you know that? You are a worthless, pathetic, waste of space. If we hear or see you with those blood trailing, half-blood friends of yours, there will be hell to pay. Understand? So help me, if I hear you are with them, I will personally march up to that school and make sure they won't go near you. I can make your life a living hell at home and at that school. Do you understand, you are not to be socializing with them. Or else it won't be just you getting hurt this time around." Sirius nodded frantically. He could not let everyone else see him scared. Especially not of his father. And he would not let him hurt his friends. He was sure of it. "Answer me when I talk to you, you disgrace." He let a strong blow collide with Sirius' jaw. He felt his jaw shatter against the blow, but he wouldn't scream, nevertheless cry. Not in front of everyone. "Do you understand?" He asked again, gripping him tighter and pushing him harder against the wall.

"Yes, sir." Sirius gasped. It hurt so much to talk and move his jaw. he was praying for his friends weren't watching, but he decided to risk a glance to make sure. He looked sideways, and to his dismay, he saw three faces full of fear and worry looking back at him. He also noticed four very angry parents striding their way through the crowd towards them. Orion saw him look and towered over him.

"What did I just say to you, you insolent little filth?!?" He yelled. "Did I not just tell you that you will not be socializing with people like them." He gave another hard blow, but this time to Sirius' ribs. Sirius let out a gasp of pain as he felt his ribs crumple.

"They are not filth," Sirius whispered. He was in so much pain that's all he had the strength to do.

"What was that?" Orion spat.

"My friends are not filth. You are," Sirius said again, a pure look of hatred on his face as he glared up at his father. "They've treated me better in two years than you ever have. They are my real family, not you. You're the piece of filth." Sirius' jaw hurt so bad, he couldn't say anything else. He was in too much pain, he didn't have the energy.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT! HOW DARE YOU! SIRIUS BLACK YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY, YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE WIZARDING WORLD ENTIRELY. HOW DARE YOU BRING SHAME TO THIS FAMILY, TO ME. YOU-" Orion backhanded Sirius, and he just looked up at him with pure hatred. Worrying his lip between his teeth to keep from yelling out in pain.

"BLACK!" Mr. and Mrs. Potter and Lupin came striding up to the two faces red with anger. "Let him go," Mr. Potter said sternly, placing a hand on Orion's shoulder.

"Don't tell me what to do with my son." he spat out at them. He kept his right hand tightly gripped to Sirius' shoulder, the other moved up and grabbed his hair. Sirius grimaced in pain but didn't say anything. He knew it would make it worse.

"You're hurting him, let him go," Mrs. Lupin said. Orion let out a deep, bloodcurdling chuckle. This sent fear through Sirius, even more than there had been before.

"Look at that, even they think your weak Sirius. Maybe they're smarter than I thought." Orion looked at his son, knowing he hit a nerve. "You pathetic, weak, so very weak, little boy. Your nothing without this family, nothing. You understand that. All you are is weak, and a coward. You are so unlovable, Sirius Black. You understand that no one loves you now, and no one ever will." Sirius felt his heart drop into his stomach. Orion and Walburga saw the hurt expression cross over his face and Walburga let out a cold evil laugh.

"He is right. You know that don't you. You’re just as worthless as you made out to be. And don't even try to deny it, you know it's true. You know that you're lying to everyone. Including yourself. You know no one loves you, yet you still hope. Oh, hope can only get you so far. Even your friends hate you, they're just using you. You just kidding yourself and you know it. You know your nothing. Nothing special, nothing different, nothing good. All you are is a worthless child. And you know this, don't you?" Sirius' eyes were downcast. An expression of hurt worn upon his face. Walburga Black had a sneer going across her face, looking down at her child.

"Yes, Ma'am." It took everything Sirius had to not just breakdown right then and there. He was not going to let his friends see him cry, and not his parents either. Regulus stepped away from his friends and whispered to Sirius,

"They’re right you know. Both of them. You're just a weak, pathetic, coward. This is all your fault. If you just learned to shut your damn mouth, this wouldn't happen. You wouldn't be beaten and humiliated. Your even dumber than you looked." Regulus sneered at him. Sirius' head snapped up and looked at his brother in disbelief. He would take this kind of crap from his parents, not his little brother.

"And what would you know, Reg? Your mommy's perfect little boy who does no wrong. If anything you’re the coward. You're the one who's too much of a wuss to think for yourself. To do anything without the permission of Mother and Father. Sod off." Sirius glared at him with pure hatred in his eyes. He could hear the Potters and Lupins arguing with his parents but all he could think about was the pain and their words. He tuned them out completely, thinking about how he would tell his friends. What would they say? He couldn't let them know how long this was going on. His father still had a tight grip on his arm and his hair, holding him against the wall. He felt him loosen his grip a tiny bit around his arm. His father leaned in with another deep, bloodcurdling chuckle, shaking them to the bone. His mouth was next to Sirius' ear, speaking so just him could hear.

"You stupid little boy, this isn't over. Far from it. When you come home for Christmas, and so help me, you will come home. You will be learning your place in this family."

"What if I don't come home. I don't want to be there and you don't want me there. What if I stay at Hogwarts?" Sirius was not coming home. He didn't want to. Just to be neglected and starved when he could be at Hogwarts or the Potters instead. He didn't care about the pain at this point. He did not want to go home, just to let his parents win?

"Sirius Black you will be coming home. You will not escape punishment. You may be a coward, but I am not. So help me, if you do not come home I will march up to that school and will put on a little show. For everyone to see. Let all your little friends see how weak and stupid you are. Let them see that you getting hurt because of them. All those dumb kids that worship you like some leader or whatnot. They'll see how wrong they are. How worthless and pathetic you are. Is that what you want? To be known as the unlovable Gryffindor that can't even stand up to his own parents? I am not afraid to do this. Do you understand, you will be coming home."

Sirius felt his knees giving out under him. Feeling his stomach drop, staring back at the ground. He knew his friends were still watching him, and the Lupins and Potters were still trying to get his father off him. There was no use. He knew whatever they did would just make it worse.

"Yes Father," he whispered.

"Good." And just like that Sirius was on the ground watching his family's retreating backs. Unconsciousness was tempting right now and he could feel everything going black. But he knew he couldn't do that. Not here in front of everyone, he had to get up. But sleep sounded so good too. And he was in so much pain... Everything was already sounding so distant. He could feel the blood running down his face from where he hit his head when he fell. He heard someone calling out his name as the darkness started to take over. Maybe if he just gave in for a while it would all go away. The pain would stop...

He knew it would work he thought that before. Passing out wouldn't be any good. He tried that before at home. He figures he better make it onto the train first.

Slowly after what felt like forever, he started to lift himself off the floor. He knew he was bleeding and he could feel his ribs aching badly when he tried to move.

"Sirius, mate, Siri. Stay with me mate, c'mon." Sirius felt two sets of hands lift him by his arms. He raised his head and recognized the voice of his best mate James Potter.

"Hey Jaime, nice summer?" Sirius tried to smile but grimaced as he tried to move his jaw. By now everyone in the station was looking at him. James just gawked at him. This kid just got beat up by his father, who knows how long this was going on. He was hurting and he asked his friend how his summer was. He opened his mouth to say something when Remus stepped in.

"Are you bloody mental? Sirius, you just got beat by your dad and you’re going to act like nothing. Sirius, what the hell? You're going to talk and you’re going to talk now." Sirius flinched away and stepped back from Remus a bit. He looked at everyone else. They were either staring at the normally silent and kind boy with confused expressions or we’re staring at Sirius like they were backing Remus up. Sirius was holding onto James who was helping support him staring at Remus with wide eyes. In his head, he started panicking. He hadn't come up with a story or excuse yet. He didn't know he would be needing one. He could say that it was the first time his dad hit him, but that wouldn't explain why he had bruises before. It also wouldn't explain why he was cowering from his parents either. They must have realized he was panicking because it started getting kind of hard to breathe and Remus' face immediately softened.

"Siri? Hey, it’s okay." Remus pulled him into a brotherly embrace and waited into Sirius’s breath evened out. Remus looked down at him (because he was taller) and whispered. "We need to talk. Either me and you, all of us, or even if you just talk to James, either way, you’re going to talk to one of us, okay?" Sirius slowly nodded and stepped back.

"Guys we're going to miss the train!" They turned and saw they had 2 minutes until the train left. They rushed goodbyes and started off to the train, James helping Sirius, Mr.Potter following behind with his trunk. They got on the train and headed to the end of the train. Mr.Potter gave Remus Sirius' trunk which he had charmed to be feather-light so it would be easier for Sirius to carry when he got to school. They managed to find an empty compartment near the end of the train and barely got in before the train started moving. James sat down next to the window, Peter sat next to him, Sirius sat across at the other window seat and Remus sat next to him.

Sirius sat with his knees brought up to his chest and his arms around them. He stared out the window with his forehead resting against the cool surface avoiding his friend’s gazes. He knew they were all looking at him, waiting for him to talk. But he didn't want to. Not until he could make up a story for them to understand. And not until he was more comfortable with the events of this summer. It wasn't unusual for Sirius to be yelled at and occasionally hit. This summer was worse. Far worse. He was still verbally abused but the physical abuse was worse. This time it wasn't one hit and sent to his room. This summer was him eating once a day if he was lucky, and being beat nearly every other night. Then he had been sent to his room and forgotten about. The neglect was worse than normal. Way worse. The only person who would sometimes pay any attention to him, besides when he was being screamed at or beat, was his little brother Regulus. When he would sometimes ask if he was okay or sneak him food occasionally. It would have been way too risky for Sirius to leave his room when his father might see him. Sirius put his head in his knees and rocked himself slightly.

The other three boys exchanged worried glances with each other having a silent conversation. Remus shifted towards Sirius and carefully put an arm around him. He felt him tense at the touch but didn't comment. Neither said anything to each other. Remus just rubbed circles into his back until Sirius relaxed. He slumped into Remus a little but still said nothing. He didn't even lookup. He didn't need to, to know that it was Remus. It was silent in the compartment before Jame cut the tension.

"Sirius we need to talk," he said cautiously. Sirius merely just shook his head no, still not looking up to meet any of their faces.

"Pads, come on. We need to talk about this." Remus nudged him with his arm trying to get him to sit up. Slowly Sirius lifted his head and looked at his friends. He took in each of their expressions, reading them carefully. Peter was staring at the ground avoiding everyone’s gaze, James, his best mate, was staring at him with a hint of anger in his eye but concern displayed over his face. And Remus just sat there, staring and Sirius with his arm still wrapped around him, expression unreadable. Sirius hated he could do that. Always have a blank face so they would never be able to see what he was feeling.

"About what?" He asked. He knew what but wanted to stall for as long as he could.

"You know what! You come back to school covered in bruises and bloodied up Your dad just beat the hell out of you! What's going on Siri? Talk to us, or me at least. I'm your best mate. We're worried about you. You never write, you never visit, you claim to be busy every time we try to invite you over. Can you just tell us what's going on? Please?" James jumped in, half yelling, half concerned.

Sirius looked at him thinking of what to say. He couldn't think of a good enough excuse for them, plus they already knew the just of what was going on anyway. Still, he didn’t want to tell them, he didn’t want the pity and the annoyance that he would see in their faces. It didn't matter what he told them, they'd still know the truth, and wouldn't believe him. So he stuck with to his script engraved into his memory.

"I'm not supposed to talk about family business with anyone other than the family." He muttered, looking down again.

#gg writes #GG writes shitty stuff #reposting because I did something weird to the other one and it was annoying me

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The Apple Pie in My Life - Chapter 6

Summary: What happened between two best friends when someone messes with their lives? Can the past changes the future or can the future changes the past?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female!Reader, OC Abbigail, OC James, OC Alex, OC Purson, Castiel

Words count: 5891 (sorry)

Warnings: Slight angst, mention of injury, mention of blood, characters deaths mentioned, violence (same rating as the show), slight smut (blink and you’ll miss it)

A/N: As per usual, this is unbetated and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or error spelling. Comments are loved! Sorry for the wait. The next chapters are already written so, expect an update next week :D

Chapter 6 : It’s a terrible Life.

You ran and sneaked into the elevator just in time before the doors closed behind you. A breathy sigh passed your lips as you checked yourself in the huge mirror that covered the back of the elevator. Even if you were late and had to run to catch the elevator, your clothes were almost perfect, the grey pencil skirt slightly wrinkled, but the pale pink blouse and grey balser were still perfect. A few strands of hair had escaped the tight bun you made this morning, but nothing too much so you still could pretend it was made on purpose. You had a reputation to uphold after all, you were the new PA of the Director of the Human Resources department, you wanted to show them what you were made of. You’ve been working hard for this.

You took a deep breath, calming your hard beating heart, running when you’re wearing a pair of high heels wasn’t easy. As you checked the few rebel strands of hair in the mirror, you noticed you weren’t alone in the elevator. That was just your luck! You’ve been running late and you had Dean Smith, Director of Sales and Marketing at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc, as a witness.You bit your bottom lip to prevent any whining sound escaping your mouth, acting as if nothing was wrong. He didn’t seem to notice you, that was a good thing. Maybe you’ll be able to pretend that you weren’t late after all.

As you reached your floor, the double doors opened and Mr. Smith stepped to the side, leaving room for you to walk out. As you passed the double doors, his voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Huh Miss?”

“Yes?” You asked as you turned around.

That’s when you saw them, two beautiful green eyes staring at you, as if they were looking into your soul. You’ve been working for this company for three weeks, and of course you’ve heard of Mr. Smith. Every woman in the building was talking about him, saying how his looks were as great as his hard work. The man was very good in this job, and you believed it, he was already in such a high position despite his young age. Handsome and talented.

You realized that you’ve been zoning out when you felt something brushing your hand; your purse.

“Being late is always stressful, right?” He said, amusement clear in his voice, forcing you to focus on the reality again and you grabbed the purse he was handing you.

“T-thanks. I wasn’t- I’m not-”

Mr. Smith chuckled a bit, “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He added in a whisper as the double doors closed again, separating the both of you.

You blinked a few times, wondering what happened to you. Granted the man was good looking, but you’ve never been in such a daze. How old were you? Come on girl, get a grip!

As you turned around, deciding to forget what had just happened, someone stepped on you, the force of it almost making you fall.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” A male voice said as two big, firm hands grabbed your shoulders, preventing your fall.

“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t stand in front of the elevator.” You excused yourself, looking up at the man.

He was tall, and kind of cute.Judging by the yellow polo he was wearing, the guy might be from the Tech Support department. Both of you were silent for a moment, and soon you felt uncomfortable as he kept his hands around your shoulders and looked at you strangely.

“Do I-” he started to ask but once you glanced at your watch you remembered that you were late.

“Oh shit! I’m sooo late now! Thank you. Bye.” You said in a hurry as you started to dash for your office.

The rest of the day wasn’t as bad as you started it. Your boss wasn’t there once you reached your office, and you could act as if everything was normal once he came in. Of course, him being late, meant that your day would be longer than normal. He always had a last, important task for you, forcing you to wait for him to call it a night for the both of you.

As you waited for the elevator, you saw from the corner of your eyes that your boss was patting his vest and his pants, searching for something.

“Ah damn it! Forgot my phone. Don’t wait for me, Y/N. Good night.” He said as he walked back into his office.

“Good night, sir.” You told him, as the sound of the elevator dinged.

Two men were already in it, and they moved slightly on the sides to give you room to get in. Once the double doors closed again, the elevator was silent. As usual, when several people are standing in an elevator, the common sense asked for them to be silent and pretend nothing was awkward. You clutched your purse with your hands in front of you and looked at the floor. From the corner of your eyes, you glanced at Mr. Smith who was deeply concentrating on his phone. On the other side, there was the tech man from this morning. You shifted slightly on your feet as you felt his gaze on you.

“Do I know you?” The tech man asked, staring at you as you lifted your face and looked back at him.

You remained silent, feeling more and more uncomfortable, you looked away. Quickly your gaze fell on Mr. Smith.

“I don’t think so.” He said, and you thanked him silently he was the one to answer the tech man for the both of you.

“I’m sorry. You just look familiar.” The man kept the conversation going, you could feel his eyes on you. Never lifting your head, you glanced at him and you felt a funny feeling in your chest. The pleading look the tech man was giving you, as if he was silently asking you to confirm his doubts. You had to admit that he kind of looked familiar but maybe was it because you’ve seen him earlier this morning?

Your lips parted slightly as you were going to answer him but the double doors opened suddenly and Mr. Smith was quick to exit the elevator.

“Save it for the health club, pal.” Mr. Smith added before leaving. You glanced at the tech man and cleared your throat as you walked through the double doors.

“Huh, good night.” You told him quietly and left.

As you climbed into your car, you allowed yourself to think calmly about the strange incident in the elevator. You were a bit worried, contrary to what Mr. Smith implied you didn’t think the tech man was flirting. At first you did, but when he said that you looked familiar you couldn’t shake the strange feeling. He looked familiar, indeed, especially the pleading look. You jumped slightly in your seat and gasped when you heard someone knocking against the driver window. A trembling hand pressed against your beating heart as you calmed down and realized that the intruder was simply Mr. Smith.

“You alright?” He asked as you opened your window a bit.

You nodded, swallowing dryly. “Yeah, I’m a bit tired that’s all. Long day.” You reassured him, forcing a tight, little smile. Judging by the concerned look he was giving you, you knew he wasn’t buying it.

“Good night, Mr. Smith.” You said as you started to close the window. You watched him stepping back as you started your car. Once he was at a safe distance you drove away.

***

This week has been a living hell!

It started with a strange encounter, the tech man- whose name was Sam Wesson you learned the next day- was more present than you’d liked in your path. There wasn’t a day without seeing him, was it at the corner of a corridor, during a painfully tensed and silent ride in the elevator, or just like now, watching you from the other side of the room, as the medical team left with the corpse of Ian, another tech support worker. A man you barely knew before being the witness of his suicide.

It was the second suicide this week. First Paul, who also worked in the tech support department. The way he chose to end his life was rather disturbing and must have been painful. You were so glad you weren’t the one to find him that morning, a few coworkers affirmed that the smell of burned flesh was still there. Now it was Ian turn, another disturbing suicide. The image of Ian lying on the floor, his blood pooling around him quickly. You knew the human body had a lot of blood but seeing it on the floor was very frightening. Mr. Smith's voice screaming for help was still ringing in your head. Apparently he was the one who tried to stop him but it had been in vain.

As you were living the deadly moment again in your head you felt fingers wrapped around your wrist. Looking up, your eyes stared at the pair of green, worried eyes in front of you. You hadn’t realized the cops have left.

“Come on.” Mr. Smith whispered gently, pulling you with him as he headed for his office.

Once the both of you were inside, he closed the door and brought you towards the comfy couch in the corner of his room. Two strong hands wrapped around your shoulders and pushed gently on it, forcing you to sit. It was like you weren’t controlling your own body and needed someone to guide you. As you sat there, you kept thinking about the suicides. Two within a few days, both from the tech support department. After his death, you learned that Paul’s retirement date was just a few weeks later. Why would he commit suicide? And what about Ian? Since you worked for the HR department, you knew a bit about Ian. He was a hot topic among your co-workers. The man never accepted to wear the tech support uniform, spent most of his time drinking coffee rather than solving computer problems, and a few of your co-workers suspected he stole office supplies. Ian wasn’t the type of man to commit suicide because of his work.

“Hey,” A gentle voice brought you back to the present, and you saw a white shirt in front you. Your fingers curled around the soft material and looking up you noticed that Mr. Smith had changed his clothes. When you remembered the blood covering his shirt, you realized that you were in the same state as him. Mr. Smith turned around, giving you some privacy to change and with trembling fingers you started to unbutton your blue blouse. You didn’t even care that it was one of your favorites and that it was just good for the trash now that it was drenched in blood.

“Thank you.” You said softly once the new shirt was covering your body, signaling Mr. Smith that it was clear. He gave you a glass of water that you accepted quickly, you hadn’t realized how dry your throat was.

“Are you alright?” He asked while you drank the whole thing without stopping.

You nodded once and inhaled sharply. “Seems like that’s all you’re asking me recently.” You said as you tried to bring another topic to discuss, you weren’t ready to talk about what you’ve both seen.

Mr. Smith knelt at your feet and chuckled at your words but quickly became serious again.

“Miss Colt, what happened down there…” He started, but you really didn’t want to think about it right now.

“You know my name?” You asked, a bit surprised but also knowing it would change the topic again.

Mr. Smith was taken aback by your question for a second, then lowered his gaze and bit the corner of his bottom lip.

“Well, of course,” He said as he stared at you again, the former discomfort he felt, totally vanished. “You’re from the HR department, very efficient apparently. Mr. Adler thinks very highly of you.” He smiled.

It was your turn to be surprised. Never would you think that your work was recognized so much that Mr. Adler himself would talk about it. You didn’t have time to think about it as warm fingertips brushed against your skin, your mind going blank at the feeling. Mr. Smith was pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.

“Miss Colt,” Mr. Smith whispered, your eyes trailing the tip of his tongue that ran across his lovingly pink lips. “You can feel it too, right?” He asked in a breath, his tone unsure.

“W-what?” You stuttered, not daring to speak louder than him.

“This, this feeling.” He added, as if you would understand what he was talking about.

“I- I don’t know.” You told him, breaking eye contact, your heart jumping in your chest. Was he flirting? True, deep down you felt something, but the man was an eye candy, it wouldn’t be difficult for you to be attracted to him. Why would he bring this right now? The time wasn’t right, you’ve both witnessed a suicide and he was bringing this? You’ve seen enough rom com and read a lot of romantic novels to know that a shocking experience would let the heroes of the story realize the feelings they share, but living it was another story.

“I think so but,” you started to say, unsure of what you were going to say. It wasn’t right to confess something right now.

“I knew it.” Mr. Smith smiled, comforted by your answer. “Those suicides, something’s wrong.” he added as he stood up and walked towards his desk and grabbed his phone.

“Huh?” You blinked several times, blushing furiously as you watched Mr. Smith called someone and asked for them to come into his office. Once the call was over, he rested in front of his desk, his back pressed against the wood, one ankle crossed over the other, his head low as he was lost in his thoughts.

After a moment someone knocked at the door and if you were honest, you weren’t so much surprised when Sam Wesson entered. Quickly, the previous embarrassment you felt vanished and the three of you talked about the strange things that were going on in this building. Then you brought the fact that Paul and Ian, both received an email asking for them to come to HR room n°1444. Strange fact, the HR department was on the seventh floor. Both men looked at you strangely.

“What? I’m from HR, I just used my natural resources.” You told them, looking through the huge window behind Mr. Smith’s desk.

“Truly efficient.” Mr. Smith smiled, his praising tone giving you goosebumps.

“So, you’re suggesting to take a look at this room?” Mr. Wesson asked.

“I have to admit that I’m a bit curious, Mr. Wesson.” You nodded, never saying the words. You weren’t noisy. Being noisy was bad in your line of work. But curiosity was always a quality your bosses valued.

“Please, call me Sam.” He smiled at you.

“Alright Sam.” You smiled back. You couldn’t help the strange feeling you had when his name came out. Like it wasn’t the first time you said it.

Someone cleared his throat, Sam and you looking at Dean who headed for the door. “Alright, let’s go check, then.” He said in a gruffy tone.

You gave Sam a questioning look as you were still into the office, the tall man just shrugged his shoulders.

***

Something was really wrong with you. One would think that discovering that ghosts were real, you would scream and run far, far away. You on the contrary, you were excited. And you weren’t the only one.

As the three of you entered Dean's apartment -while you went to check the room n°1444, Mr Smith said it would be easier to be less formal-, Dean couldn’t help himself and exclaimed his own excitement. You grabbed the bottle of water Dean gave you and Sam. As you drank half of the water in one go, you listened to what the men were saying.

“It’s like...we’ve done this before.” Sam said, and you nodded slightly, sharing the same feeling.

You didn’t know why but once the ghost stood in front of you, after a few seconds of shock, your body moved as if you were used to it. You didn’t know why or how, and certainly you would never have thought that ghosts were scared of wrenches, but you grabbed it nonetheless and used it against the monster.

“I can’t explain this. It’s just like...something in my blood.” He tried to explain, and you couldn’t help but understand him perfectly.

You weren’t like what Sam said, you didn’t dislike your name or your job, not really, but you weren’t happy either. You needed more than just this happy apple pie life. The blood rush and excitement you felt when you fought with the ghost, that’s what you were missing. When Sam asked what it was like for you and Dean, your lips parted, ready to share your thoughts with them but Dean spoke first.

“I don’t believe in destiny.” That sentence prevented you from saying more.

After a few seconds, they decided to do some research. You needed to take care of this ghost problem. However you needed some serious change of clothes if you were gonna fight it. You told the men you needed to go back to your own apartment and promised you would be quick.

When you came back, the boys had found a video from some sort of experts: the GhostFacers. They also have identified the ghost and were learning how to kill it. You came closer, standing next to Dean’s side who were totally focused on the video. You bend slightly over his shoulder, listening carefully. He glanced towards you, then took a double take, looking at your change of clothes.

“That’s quite different.” He whispered as his eyes roamed over you.

You looked at yourself, checking if something was wrong but when you saw nothing in particular you shrugged. You were simply wearing a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt and a pair of sneakers. Something comfy and useful.

“What? You were expecting me to fight this ghost in a pair of heels and a tight skirt?” You chuckled.

The amused smile on your face disappeared when you saw him licking his lips, then shook his head.

“Would have been a hell of a sight but you’re right, this is better.”

You felt your cheeks heating and chose to ignore the feeling, now was not the time. You cringed when you heard the GhostFacers say that you needed to burn the remains, which means the corpse. You really weren’t looking forward to digging a hole in the middle of the night and having the smell of burning flesh surrounding you. Goosebumps awoke on your skin as you remembered what your co-worker said about Paul. Sam seemed to notice your discomfort and tried to soothe you by rubbing his warm hand against your arm. You smiled at him, thanking him silently for the kind gesture. He smiled back and both of you didn’t notice how Dean reacted at the gentle and friendly gesture. If looks could kill…

When they discovered that Sanders had been cremated, you let out a short breath, happy that you weren’t going to do something illegal. The guys in the video told you that you still have a chance, you simply needed to find and burn some genetic remains, like some hair or piece of skin. That you could bear with.

Once everything was ready, the three of you headed for the building again and reached the 14th floor quickly. You checked the room again, looking for some personal belongings where you could find some human remains. Your heart stopped when an unknown voice asked you what you were doing here. You turned around and saw a security man standing in front of you and Sam, Dean nowhere in sight.

Both of you tried to explain that you were working for the company but the security man didn’t have any of it and escorted you to the elevator. Panic rising within your body when he spoke about the cops. You glanced at Sam as the double doors closed. What were you going to do ?

Your fingers wrapped tightly around Sam’s forearm when you noticed the screen of the elevator acting funny. When you noticed the white smoke coming out from Sam’s mouth, your eyes widened but you didn’t have time to understand what was going on as the elevator started to shake strongly before everything stopped. Without thinking, Sam wrapped your frame with his arms, in a vain attempt to protect you. You watched silently as the security man tried to open the doors. When he asked you to follow him out, you shook your head slightly as you fisted your hands into Sam’s shirt. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that it was a very bad idea.

The man didn’t listen to you and climbed out, with difficulty if you were honest, the guy wasn’t as fit as you thought. The sound of metal cracking around you wasn’t reassuring and you looked at Sam, feeling uneasy.

“Sam…” You called, fear rising in your voice, as the security man was finally out and looked at you, expecting you to follow him.

“Seriously, we’ll wait.”

“Look, I won’t wait the rest of my life here,” he started to say angrily, coming forward.

The elevator shook some more and before you had time to realize what was going on, the metal box went down suddenly. You closed your eyes and gasped as you felt something warm splashing all over your face and top body.

“You’re okay?” Dean’s voice came out from your and Sam’s phones. While you stared at half of the body lying at your feet, your body trembling from the shock, you heard Sam saying you were calling him back.

***

Sam was already waiting for you when you exited the lady restroom, your face cleared of the blood, well more or less. You looked down and swallowed with difficulty when you saw all the blood on your clothes, they were good for the trash bin as well.

“Dean’s waiting for us on floor 22.”

“We’ll take the stairs.” You told him as you followed him. The bitch face he gave you would have made you laugh, if you weren’t in this situation.

Finally you reached the 22th floor, Sam already far ahead.

“Wow. That’s a lot of blood.” You heard Dean said, if only he knew.

“Yeah, I know.” Sam replied, both men looking at each other, not really knowing what to say.

As you entered the room and stood behind them, you heard Dean’s panicked voice.

“Wait… Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m here.” You said quickly, no need to scare him more than what he was already.

He turned around in a swift motion, relief covering his face as he heard your voice, telling him you were still alive. But the smile fell quickly when he saw you covered in blood. In two big steps he had already reached you and his hands gripped your shoulders, his eyes running all over your body as if he was inspecting for any injury.

“Not mine.” You whispered.

You swore you saw his body moving slightly towards you, the movement so inconspicuous, as if he wanted to hug you but stopped himself as soon as he thought about it. He nodded his head a few times, still watching you and making sure you were safe.

“I’m fine.” You said softly, your right hand curling around his arm and caressing him in a soothing manner.

“Right,” he cleared his throat and looked at Sam. The three of you stood in front of a small glass box that contained a pair of old gloves. According to the little board next to it, it was Sander’s gloves, the one he used when he builded the bridge. At last, you’ve found some remains to burn.

When Dean broke the glass window, you stayed behind the boys, making sure no more security guy would come while you took care of the ghost. You couldn’t wait for this to be over. However when you sighed to calm your nerves, you noticed the white smoke coming out. Your eyes widened in fear and you didn’t have the time to warn the boys before you saw Sandover behind them, pushing them violently in opposite directions.

As the old man’s ghost walked towards Sam, you grabbed the bottle of salt that had rolled at your feet and threw it in the ghost’s direction, making it disappear. You didn’t have time to be delighted as Sandover’s ghost appeared again behind Dean. Sam threw him an iron poker to defend himself. The ghost kept appearing and disappearing between the guys, at some point they hit him at the same time and you couldn’t help but be amazed at their team work. Then all Hell broke loose as the ghost sent you flying against a wall, then the boys. The three of you were laying down the floor or against a wall, a bit dizzy. As you shook your head, your vision troubled, you saw the ghost flying just in front of you, the movement so quick it scared you. With your back pressed against the wall, you didn’t know what to do. Your heart beating hard in your chest as your eyes focused on Sandover’s hand. Little electric arcs came out from his fingers as he brought his hand towards your face. This was it. Your end. You shut your eyes tight and turned your face slightly on the side as you waited for the painful touch. But something warm and heavy covered most of your body, a hard chest protecting your face.

The sound of something burning startled you and after a few seconds of total silence you heard Sam’s voice from the other side of the room. The old Sandover was nowhere in sight.

“That was amazing!”

Slowly Dean and you parted, his hands still on your hips as he checked if you were alright. You nodded slightly, breathing deeply as you tried to calm down your heart. But what Dean did a few seconds later was ruining all your efforts. You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and bring you against him in a tight hug, then soft lips kissing the top of your head before his body went rigid at the sweet and unexpected gesture.

“S-sorry, I” Dean stuttered letting go of you rapidly as if you had burned him.

“S’alright.” You shook your head and smiled sheepishly. You had to admit that you missed the contact that felt for no reason, somewhat familiar.

***

You entered Dean's office and stopped at the door, watching the boys walking around. Dean picked out a first aid kit from his desk and you went for it, pushing his hands away and opening the box yourself, looking for the medical stuff. You gave Sam some gauze and pushed on Dean’s chest gently, forcing him to sit next to Sam on his desk. You took more gauze and put on some disinfectant on it and cleaned the wound on the top of Dean’s forehead. He watched you intently and you gave him a small smile and shrugged, as if you were telling him ‘Hey! You protected me, that’s the least I could do.’

The boys started to talk together, telling how cool the events of the night were and how you should continue doing it. You agreed with Sam, even though you were scared as hell, the adrenaline coursing through your veins felt so good. However, Dean wasn’t sharing your opinion. He explained how crazy your life would be and more importantly how dangerous it could be.

Then Sam told you about his dreams and how he dreamt of him and Dean fighting monsters together. You could help but ask him if you were in his dreams too. A shake of his head was his silent negative answer. Well, this one hurt. You weren’t fighting with them. Oh how hard you wanted it to be real. You stepped on the side as Dean stood up, getting angrier the more Sam tried to explain what his dreams and feelings were.

“You should go.” He told Sam, the poor man watching him with a pleading look. He glanced at you, asking for some help, he knew you were like him, you were feeling it too. This need to fight and protect innocent people. Your hands curled into fists and you faced the other way, breaking eye contact with Sam. You couldn’t help him, after all you weren’t in his dreams. This was not your life, no matter how much you wanted it to be.

Sam left, and the silence in the room was unbearable. You started to clean the desk of the medical supplies, throwing the used gauzes in the trash bin and closing the first aid kit. Dean stayed silent the whole time, watching you walking around him. His hard face softened when you came closer and stopped in front of him, a few centimeters between your bodies. It pained you to see him so lost, debating inside his head what was the right thing to do. Gently, you cupped the side of his face and he leaned in right away. The touch, soft and comforting. As your thumb caressed his cheekbone you pressed your lips on his other cheek.

“I should go too.” You breathed against his skin before you stepped back and broke the contact.

“Wait.” Dean pleaded, grabbing your wrist.

You gave him a sad smile and pushed his hand away slowly.

“Good night, Mr. Smith.”

***

The next day, you were walking into the building, determined. The lack of sleep should wear you out but the decision you made in the early hours gave you all the energy you needed. You ignored the strange stares from the people around you and walked steadily towards a certain office.

Dean jumped in his seat as his door opened suddenly, his eyes widening as he saw you standing at the door.

“Y/N? I mean, Miss Colt, what are you doing here? Everything is alright?” He asked, standing up and walking around his desk as you closed the door, giving you some privacy.

“I’ve been thinking the whole night and I came to the decision that I don’t want to have any regrets.” You said, looking him in the eyes. You didn’t let him speak as you kept on talking.

“Sam’s right. I can feel it too. This...this need to fight the monsters, make the world a bit more liveable, the need to protect innocent people. I don’t like my life, it doesn’t even feel like my life to be honest.” Dean lowered his head, looking at the floor.

You took a deep breath. “I quit. I don’t know what’s going to happen but I know that I’ve never felt so alive as far as I can remember.”

Dean’s head snapped in your direction, the worry clearly visible on his face. “Okay, but why are you here? I’m not your superior.”

You smirked. “As I said, I don’t want to have any regrets.” Then you walked towards him, your hand outstretched and acting on its own. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips against his.

Dean froze at the contact, wide-eyed. Soon you felt two arms wrapped around your waist and pulling your body against him as he kissed back. His lips felt exactly as you’ve imagined, even better to be honest. His hot, warm mouth felt like heaven, with a tiny taste of lemon. A soft whimper came out from Dean’s throat as your fingers grabbed at his hair, ruining his perfectly styled hair as he deepened the kiss.

“I don’t like regrets.” He panted against your lips as you broke the kiss, both of you breathless. You gasped when you felt his hands on your ass, pushing your body against his a bit more and feeling his growing erection. Your pencil skirt rising up slightly as you lifted one of your legs to wrap around him, Dean choosing to give your throat some attention.

Two strong knocks on the door startled you, and you jumped from each other right away, trying to calm down and rearranging your clothes as someone entered the office.

“Mr. Adler.” You said, out of breath, your fingers pulling on your skirt discreetly.

“Ah, Miss Colt! I wasn’t expecting you here.” The man smiled, but you didn't know why it felt fake.

You cleared your throat. “I’ll… leave you two alone.”

“No, no, no.” Mr. Adler said before you have the time to move. “In fact, I needed to talk to the both of you.” He explained as he sat on the couch in the corner.

Dean and you shared a questioning look but your boss kept on talking. He explained how he was satisfied with your work and how big the company could be with the both of you. Soon, he handed you a paper and did the same with Dean. The air left your lungs when you saw the numbers written on it.

“This is not a PA’s salary, sir.” You said, your eyes still running over the numbers.

“Because it isn’t.” He smirked.

You were lost for words. It was just your luck! You had a very interesting job offer right when you’d decided to quit.

“Thank you, sir. It’s very generous, but hum...I’m giving you my notice.” Your head snapped in Dean’s direction when you heard him.

“This is a joke. You’re kidding me, right?” Mr Adler laughed, looking from Dean to you.

You shook your head no. “Actually, I was noticing Mr Smith that I was leaving.” You said, a small blush covering your cheeks as you remembered what you were really doing before Mr Adler’s appearance.

Mr. Adler tried to make you change your mind and Dean told him you have another work to do, something more important. You smiled softly at each other and felt his hand wrapped around yours. Mr Adler didn’t miss the sweet gesture.

“Dean, Dean, Dean…” He smiled, standing up and stopping in front of you. “Finally.” He sighed before lifting his hands and pressed two fingers against your forehead, doing the same with Dean.

You blinked and you felt nauseous for a few seconds as you tried to remember where you were.

“What the hell?” You whispered, warmth against your palm disturbing you. You watched your hand and your eyes trailed up towards the one who held your hand. When you saw a pair of green eyes and the end of the trail, your body went rigid, just like him. You let go of each other as if the contact suddenly burned your skin.

“Welcome back.” The man in front of you said, watching you like a hawk.

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#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #Female reader #reader insert #spn fanfiction #dean winchester x you #series #TAPiML series

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beykhabarr · 4 years ago

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The Night Sirius Ran Away

Sooo I know this has been done countless times, but this is my first time posting here, sooooo I figured what better way to start than this, so here’s my shot, please tell me how you liked it...

The moon hung loosely in the sky, like a friend about to bid adieu, Sirius was shaking in front of his mother’s wand, her face contorted with anger, her eyes boring into Sirius’s as he stared back at her, Regulus behind his back, clinging on to his robe, afraid to let go as if he would sink into a violent storm if the meager robe slipped out of his hand..

“Sirius Orion Black,” his mother said through gritted teeth “I command you to get away from Regulus,”

Sirius shook his head, Regulus sniffed from behind him, scared and on the brink of collapsing, this helpless shaking form of his brother filled him with so much rage that Sirius felt as if his heart was going to explode just by the force of it, but despite the anger, his lips failed to form coherent words, as he wondered what in the world was wrong with him.

“I’ve told you a million times, hurt me all you want to mother, but please, leave Regulus be, he doesn’t under-”

“Crucio” she hissed, her wand pointed as Sirius as he writhed in pain, a deep ache that started in his heart and spread like wildfire in his entire body, but he didn’t let himself fall apart, ‘I have to hold on, I have to hold on, for him’ she moved her wand away from him and smiled down at his form.

“Well, we can’t let him become a traitor like you, my love, I saw him hanging around a half bloo-”

“I didn’t-.didn’t know h-he wa-was a ha-half blo-blood, mother,” Regulus said from behind him.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Reg, I bet whoever it was, it was better than her” Sirius snarled, all his defenses gone, he had worked so hard, so hard to remain unfeeling when around his family, to hide away all his emotions lock them away, so that their reeking hands could not reach him, see him when he was most vulnerable, but anger, Sirius thought to himself was the hardest to fight, to control, it felt like his anger was engulfing him from within, and he could not fight it.

“Those blood traitor Potters have rotted your brain, you are a disgrace, not worthy of the name Black and the legacy it carries, the legacy you disregard every day of your existence, those Potters will rot in hell for taking my son away from me, I should have killed you the day you were born,” she snarled at him.

“If there’s anyone who will rot in hell, it is you and your entire fucking family”

She went on as if he had not spoken, yelling over his voice, as if trying to drown him in her loud shrill screams.

“Do you realize what shame you have brought on our family, tagging along with blood traitors, you have stained your name, I am ashamed of you, so much I want to snap your neck?? A boy that has utter filth where his blood should have been, you leave the grandeur of our legacy for blood traitors and filthy creatures of the nigh-”

“Shut up, Walburga” Sirius yelled, “The name Black is written in filth, if there is anyone, anyone in this whole wide world who has filth instead of blood and bones, it is you and father and anyone who thinks that they’re better or higher above anyone, I don’t reckon you have a heart, what were you about to do? Put a cruciatus curse on a 13-year-old boy?” Sirius laughed humorlessly, tears stinging the back of his eyes.

“You speak too much, you disrespectful sullen creature, I am your mother” she yelled and pointed her wand at him once again, hissing the curse, and this time, Sirius was not sure whether she ever intended to let go, he fell to his knees, trying his best not to cry out it pain, he looked at Regulus, his little brother shaking, his face streaked with fresh tears, “Reg, go, go to your room,” he told him, as he allowed the pain to take over him, holding on to the sound of Regulus’s footsteps as he made his way up the stairs, Sirius let his head fall back when he heard the door shut close, he was trying his best not to scream, but it was impossible, the pain- the pain was too much, in the fleeting moments when he felt as if he was going to die, he thought of James and his crazy careless laughter echoing in the Gryffindor common room, he clung helplessly to the memory of Remus, smiling at his antiques from behind his book, Remus watching him play Quidditch, Remus, Remus, Re-

The first thing Sirius saw when he opened his eyes was the dusty lopsided chandelier that hung above him, the house around him was dark and it seemed awfully quiet, Sirius stood up, and his knees immediately gave away from under him, he fell face-first onto the floorboard that creaked under the force, tears welled up in his eyes, there was no pain anymore, but it felt as though his body was no longer responding to his commands, and decided to lay there as the numbness soon transformed into anger, Sirius felt weak and was glad that there was no one around to see him, no one will know that the Cruciatus curse had broken his hard shell, he would fall apart if anyone, anyone from the house saw him like this, not even Reg, who Sirius had to protect with all he could, Sirius wasn’t weak, he had seen things and laughed right in the face of humiliation, there was no way a curse could break the bones that had roughed with time, he let the anger light his way as he stood up to his feet, he felt a little shaky, but his mind had never been clearer, he made his way back to his room, got all the stuff he could in one go, and sealed an old beaten trunk closed.

He put a locomotion spell on his trunk and made his way slowly to the door of Grimmauld Place, he stopped briefly in front of Regulus’s room, contemplating whether or not he should look at his little brother one last time, finally deciding against it, because leaving him behind was the hardest obstacle that stood in his way, ‘he will be fine without me, he will fit in well with the others’, Sirius lied to himself on the pretext of fake comfort as he walked without looking back into the dark and stormy night.

Fleamont and Euphemia Potter sat in their living room, Euphemia had a book in her hand which she could barely read, her eyes drooping with fatigue, but still, she couldn’t get her mind to fall asleep,she felt as if her mind was wandering somewhere else, some place known for it’s stoic uneasiness, it was Fleamont who heard it first, a feeble knock on the door, and both of them stirred wondering who it was, in the dead of the night, when such a violent storm was brewing outside, they made their way slowly to the door, and another feeble knock echoed in the silence of the night.

“J-James?” a strained voice came from behind the door.

Euphemia opened the door in one quick motion because she recognized the voice immediately, a dripping wet Sirius stared back at them, his eyes wide, his long lush black hair colored with droplets of water that shone in the night.

“Sirius, love, what happened,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him inside, she summoned a towel and wrapped it around him, and dried his clothes in one swift motion of her wand.

“I-I ran away from home,” he said his voice breaking so violently that it broke Euphemia’s heart “I didn’t know wh-where else to go, I am sorry”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, young man,” said Fleamont as Sirius settled on the couch, the boy was the walking picture of pain and defeat, and the lively and relentless Sirius Euphemia had seen was hidden under the dark lids of the Sirius that sat shaking in front of her.

She had dried his hair, and clothes and there was no sign that he had ever been let out in the storm, but the boy looked weary and weak as if he had seen the dark blue depths of the sea all on his own, there was a heaviness making home in his eyes that she could not remove, she felt helpless against his sorrow.

“Sirius, love, did they put….?”

“Uh, yes, she put a curse on me, but don’t worry Mrs. Potter, I am fine” he said, forcing a smile.

“I am so sorry, Sirius” she said, settling down beside him.

He didn’t say anything, just smiled at her, as if nothing had happened, Euphemia knew what he was doing, he was trying to hide away, again, under the covers of his smile, and Euphemia let him, there will be plenty time to talk later she thought to herself, and smiled back at him.

Loud footsteps echoed in the house, there was a thundering sound as if something or someone had fallen down the stairs and not a second after her son stood before them, breathlessly rubbing his bruised forehead.

“Did I hear Sirius?” he asked and his eyes lit up the moment they landed on Sirius, who returned the gesture and got to his feet, abandoning the towel, and both boys threw their arms around each other.

“My goodness, Pads, you look horrible”

“Not as horrible as your hair, jerk face” Sirius said, and they both fell into a fit of laughter.

“I missed you so much, Paddy, how come you never wrote back?” James said, “You uncultured swine,” James added dramatically.

Euphemia and Fleamont smiled at their son (who was supposed to be sleeping) and his best friend as Sirius stood up straighter, as if just James’s presence had eased the insurmountable creases that his soul had endured.

“Off to bed boys,” Fleamont chanted, “James, don’t keep Sirius up too late, he needs to sleep”

“Well, most certainly, dad” James said with a smirk that suggested the exact opposite, but Fleamont only smiled at them.

Sirius woke up next morning, to find himself entangled with James long legs and hands, both their hands thrown over each other, it took Sirius a minute to realize where he was and the events of the past night came rushing to him, he shuddered with the force the realization of what he had done hit him, there was no going back, no turning away from this, he had become an outcast, he had no family, no place to call him, to place to hide his guilt ridden self.

He turned his head to look at James, his mouth was hanging open a little, and he looked so much younger than last night. “E-vans, where’re you going, the fountain is running out of chocolate, someone call Moon-y”

Sirius could not help but laugh, he wondered what on earth James was dreaming about, and pushed him hard “Come on lover boy, time to rise and shine”

“Who wakes up this early?” James muttered groggily, slapping his hand on Sirius’s forehead “It’s summer break for goodness’s sake”

“Yeah, but I am here, don’t you want to do something that includes more fun than chasing Evans in your dreams”

“Listen here you, dog, there is nothing more fun than chasing Evans in my dreams, in my dreams she doesn’t hate me as much”

“Always the enthusiast” Sirius said jumping over James’s lifeless form and off the bed “I am going to write to Remus,”

“Do whatever you want, just don’t wake me up this early ever again, I will hex your hair so that they change color every second”

“I’d like that very much actually—”

“Let me sleeeeeeeppppp”

Sirius laughed and got out of the room.

He walked down the stairs, unlike Grimmauld place, the Potter’s house had countless windows, and sunlight was pouring in from every corner of the house, lighting up the light blue walls of the beautifully decorated mansion.

“Good Morning, Mr. Potter” Sirius said, smiling at Fleamont Potter who sat with his eyes fixed on the Daily Prophet. He kept away the paper and smiled at Sirius, “Good Morning” he replied.

“It’s actually late in the afternoon, Sirius” Euphemia said coming into the room.

“I-I am sor-”

Both of them laughed, “James never wakes up this early,” she said, a kind smile lighting up her features “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay for a young man like you to want to sleep till late”

And just with the smile that Mrs Potter gave him, Sirius’s heart filled with both gratitude and affection for her, he did not know how to thank them, and it bothered him.

“I really am so grateful for everything Mr and Mrs Potte—”

“Oh, Sirius, I am so thankful to for being such a good friend of our little boy, I know you’ll never leave his side, friends like you are hard to come by” she said, with the same smile pasted to her features, as if the smile was something that could not be taken away from her, the way it reacher her eyes reminded Sirius of James.

“Oh, you must be starving, come along, let’s go and have a nice afternoon snack”

Sirius, in fact, was starving, so he followed her into the kitchen and settled on the dining table.

“James once told me you loved blueberries, don’t you Sirius”

“Yeah I—”

“Because I made some pie, I was wondering if you’d like to try”

Sirius was speechless, dumbfounded, “Mrs Potter you really didn’t have to—”

“Come on, now love, try it and tell me how it is”

James woke up when the sun was almost out of sight, his eyes were swollen from sleep and he seemed more tired than ever.

“Padfoot!” He said when he opened his eyes and threw his arms around Sirius “I can’t believe you’re here”

“God, Prongs” Sirius said, shoving him away “How the hell do you sleep that much?”

“I have talents I don’t like to talk about” He said and got out of bed rubbing his eyes, his hair standing oddly in all corners.

It was almost twilight when James was finally up and awake, and was back to his usual self.

“So tell me, you said you were gonna write to Moony and Wormie, did you do it?”

Sirius had tried to write, but he had found himself at a loss of words, he did not know what to say, how to narrate the ordeal that had taken place, and why exactly was he writing to them?

“Oh, write you said you were gonna write to Moony!” James said a playful smirk playing across his features “To tell him how utterly lonely you are without his strong arms, eh, Sirius?”

“I hate you so much, Prongs” Sirius said, a blush rising up to his ears, he hated when James teased him, he hated how he could not control himself, how Moony was the only person who made all of Sirius’s defences come apart at the seams.

James doubled over laughing and then seeing the expression on his face, he stopped “You should tell him you know?”

“It’s gonna ruin our friendship, and I don’t want to risk that, so no thank you, I am not taking advice from someone who has been miserably making a fool of himself for the same girl over and over again”

“Lily’s different”

“Yeah yeah”

“Okay, I am calling them both here”

“Both who?”

“Wormie and Moony”

“Moony would never come”

“Yeah? Why not?” James asked “The moon’s at least 2 weeks away, and school starts in a week, we could all go to King’s Cross together, it’ll be the perfect week!”

Sirius said nothing, as much as he did not want to confront Remus, the truth was that he missed him, he missed him so much he was all he could think about sometimes, it was impossible to get him off his mind, it had been a long time since Sirius had last heard from him, he had received a letter from Remus a couple days back, but he didn’t trust himself enough to write back, every time he sat down to write, he would either say too much, or too little, it confused Sirius how things were changing, how Sirius himself was changing, it had never been struggle writing to either of his best friends before, but for the past some months Sirius found himself so overcome by everything that he often was at a loss for words.

“You do what you want, Prongsie,”

“Oh come on Sirius, get off your high horse, I know you want to see Remus, I know you’re dying to see him”

Sirius made an exasperated sound “I do want to see him, but I don’t want him to see me, I just-” he broke off, looking for the right words “I just don’t want him to see me like this, weak and broken”

“Sirius,” James said, his voice suddenly very sombre, the quick transitions in James used to surprise Sirius, but not anymore, he had come to understand James more than he understood himself “You are not weak, alright? In that dark and abusive household, anyone would want to run away, any one would break, you are the strongest person I know, and I know you, you will heal from the wounds your shit parents have given you”

Sirius did not know what to say, so he just nodded.

To be continued on A03<3

#james potter #sirius black #wolfstar #harry potter #the marauders #fanfic #the marauders fanfic #james and sirius #sirius x remus #james fleamont potter #euphemia potter #regulus black #sirius and regulus

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knives-out20 · 4 years ago

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Loving You Is A Losing Game - John Constantine x Male!OC

Fandom: Legends Of Tomorrow (2016-Present)

Pairing: Vinoja (OC) x John Constantine

Word Count: 2294

Warnings: Angst, Sad Vinoja,

Notes: ehehehehehehhehehe. Stream ‘Arcade’ by Duncan Laurence, it inspired this oneshot.

Dedicated To: @peccetis

Vinoja stood in front of the big mirror in the captain's office of the Waverider, hands interlocked behind his back. His lips perked up into a smile when a familiar pair of lips kissed his cheek. The Archangel turned his head, "Johnny, hi" he greeted.

John smiled up at his boyfriend."Hi, luv".

"What's up? You need anything?" He asked, eyebrows raising. Vinoja reached out, holding John's hands in his own. His eyes sparkled in the light, green with hazel flecks hidden near the irises.

"Aw, what? I'm not allowed t'come see my favourite Archangel every once in a while?".

Vinoja puckered his lips in thought."I guess so" he chuckled, leaning in and lovingly kissing John, who cupped his cheek. When Vinoja slowly pulled away, he still had a smile on his face.

"Any news on your kids? Any updates?".

"They still miss me, and Hayward is still calling you a knockoff version of him. In my- very pretty- eyes, you're both two completely different people that mean so much to me. You, obviously, in a different way, babe" Vinoja replied, one hand still in John's, thumb stroking his.

John nodded, pulling his hand away."I'll go see where Zari is; maybe even get a bloody heads up as to where we're headed next. Catch you later, luv. Bye, I love you".

Vinoja nodded back, waving."I love you, too, John" he bade John goodbye, watching the current love of his life walk off. Once John was out of the room, out of an earshot and sight distance, Vinoja turned back to the window. He strictly crossed his arms over his chest, hoping to distract himself from the hole in his celestial heart with the breathtaking view in front of him. Vinoja took deep breaths, in and out repeatedly, to see if that would stop the waterworks he was sure were going to come.

"That was cheesy".

"Fucking-" Vinoja jumped, turning to see Sara grinning at him."Hell, Sara, what the fuck?" He scowled, the feeling of tears dying down. Nothing's more pathetic than an all-powerful Archangel crying over his boyfriend in front of a blond assassin who used to be in the League Of Assassins.

"Sorry" Sara shrugged, walking over, though clearly not as sorry as Vinoja would have liked her to be."It was hard not to notice the short romance film John and you just had".

The corner of Vinoja's lip momentarily twitched up. He hummed incoherently, turning back to the window.

Sara's eyebrows raised, shocked."Oh? The great and gay Vinoja the Archangel, not going off on some sort of sappy tangent over his boyfriend? Unheard of" she teased, now standing at his side. Sara reached up to just around Vinoja's neck, and if it weren't for him being an Archangel, she could totally kick his ass.

"Maybe I don't feel like bothering you today over how much I love my boyfriend" Vinoja muttered, his voice hitting a certain edge when he said 'boyfriend'.

Sara scoffed."Took you a while".

Vinoja stayed silent, arms crossed again as he focused his gaze out into the abyss.

"How long have you two been dating for, again?" She asked.

"Around four to five years." Vinoja strictly answered.

"Jeez, really? And you haven't married him, yet?".

Vinoja immediately snapped his fingers, transporting himself to the quiet little library on the Waverider (the last thing he heard being Sara yelling "hey!") and onto a soft couch. Vinoja groaned quietly, running his tatted, callous hands through his brown hair. He rested his elbows on his knees, head in his hands as he stared down at the wooden floor. Vinoja's hand started to shake, as he grit his teeth to not make any sound.

"Hey!".

Vinoja glanced up, seeing a semi-pissed-off Sara at the doorway.

"What the hell was that?".

"You asked me a question I didn't feel like answering".

"You could have told me!".

"Didn't want to, how'd you find me so quickly?" He questioned, sitting up.

"I know how much you like this room, Vinoja" Sara grumbled, walking in and plopping down beside Vinoja. She put her hand on his back, softly stroking."Y'okay?".

"Mmmh, kinda".

Sara stayed silent for a moment."Be glad I like you as much as I do. I'm gonna sit here, and I'm gonna be willing to listen to you, if you're willing to talk about...whatever that was, and what's up with it. Okay?".

Vinoja nodded."What was the question, again?" He wanted to hear Sara say it again, and she knew that.

"Vinoja, you're seriously in love with John. And you've been together for a long time, now. I asked why you haven't married him, yet" Sara reminded.

Vinoja sniffed."You think I don't wanna marry him?" He joked, forcing out a chuckle."I do, Sara. More than anything else" Vinoja admitted, running a hand through his hair again.

Sara was definitely confused now."So why don't you?" She pondered.

Vinoja took a deep breath, spinning the silver ring on his right ring finger with his thumb. He paused for a moment to stare at the 'D.B.' engraved on it, before answering her again."I don't know. I mean, I know, but I also...I dunno, it's so weird even I can't process it. And I'm an Archangel, Sara, I know practically everything". Vinoja's eyes darted around the room as he thought of how to put this."I mean, I love John, I love him so much. But that's a fucking given".

"Oh, no shit".

"But he has these major commitment issues, y'know? I mean, not major enough for him to not date anyone, because, uh, hello, he's dating me. But major enough for him to not ever see himself get married, maybe become John Sallinger, or- or John Constantine-Sallinger".

"But you're you, Vinoja. Who wouldn't wanna drop everything to marry you, man? That's kinda stupid".

Vinoja let out a sad chuckle."Yea, well...He's John Constantine, he does stupid in spades" he quoted what John once told him, shortly after when they first met."John's just not ready for marriage".

"You say that like he ever will be." Sara broke it to him, tilting her head up.

"Gives me a sense of false hope" Vinoja mumbled, clasping his hands together."I just- I love him, y'know? And he loves me, I know that. I love him so, so much, Sara. So much that I'm willing to wait for him".

"And you'll keep waiting 'till the day John dies" Sara pointed out."Isn't the point of relationships to get married, or something? If not, you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak" she referenced a tweet she once saw.

Vinoja hummed in an unclear way."There's many other reasons for a relationship. Rebounds, distractions, need of affection, or you're just fine with being together, marriage or not. Besides, Sara, I'm an Archangel. I've been loving men since cavemen. Surely I'm used to heartbreak by now, in every form possible".

Sara groaned, trailing her hand up to Vinoja's shoulder and giving it a quick squeeze; which was hard, Vinoja's shoulders are broad and her hands are small."Yea, but there's something different about John to you".

"What? 'He's not like other boys'?" Vinoja grinned.

"Shut up," Sara laughed, "you know that's not what I meant". She pursed her lips, inspecting Vinoja.

He wouldn't even look at her, and that grin disappeared quick.

"When you talk about John, you get this...look in your eyes. Different from the ones you've had when talking about your past guys, like- like, uh...Oscar Wilde, or James Dean. Leonardo Da Vinci, that Lafayette guy from the American Revolutionary War. Hell, you don't have that light in your eyes when talking about David Bowie, or- or even yourself Vin. You only get that spark in your eyes when you talk about John, when someone mentions John, when looking at John, and only John. You're in some whole other kind of love with John, man".

"Yea, and?".

"And you wanna marry him so bad, duh".

"Well, no shit, Sara. But I love him enough to respect the fact that he isn't into marriage".

"And?".

Vinoja looked over at Sara, through his brown curls that fell over his eyes. He whined when he turned away, leaning forward."And that he never will be.”

"And it's tearing you apart!" Sara threw her hands up, eyes going wide and eyebrows raising again."Vinoja, you can't seriously be okay with just dating John forever, can you? I'm glad you consent to how he feels, but this just..." she sighs, shoulders drooping."This just sucks".

"Now you get it".

Sara poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue."So that's it?".

"What?".

"You're sooo in love with John, that you'll succumb to the part of his commitment issues that lets him be in serious relationships, but also to the part that doesn't want anything to do with marriage? Despite how much you wanna marry him, it's his issues over your wants and needs?".

"I mean...yea, I guess. If being his boyfriend is the closest I'll ever get, Sara, I'll take it. If my kids have to call him 'dad's boyfriend' or 'Mr. dad's boyfriend' for the rest of the time we're together for, so be it. It's one relationship, Sara" Vinoja concluded.

"One relationship that means more to you than your Blade!" Sara rebuked."He doesn't want what you want, and I admire that you respect it, but jeez, it's a stupidass decision".

"I know, I know, I'm just...I'm afraid of ending things with John over something as small to an immortal as marriage, y'know?" Vinoja whispered, hands gripping at his hair."You could say loving him is a losing game, huh? And I'm fucking addicted to it".

Sara huffed, giving Vinoja one last look. She stood up "listen, Vin. You just...think it through, what you want. What you want out of this relationship with John, whether you wanna use all your quarters on it or whatever".

"I don't know what I want, Sara! My mind turns into some weird labyrinth each time I think about John 'n' me and marriage" Vinoja cut her off.

"All I'm saying is that if you walked into this relationship, head-over-heels but knowing you could never marry him? Then all I know is you two have always been a losing game, Vin" Sara put her hands up."For an immortal such as yourself, you should know know that giving this up won't take a lot".

Vinoja squeezed his eyes shut, head hanging."Maybe I walked into dating John, knowing I could never marry him, it was like seeing the end before it even fucking began. Still, you see me carrying on with us, don't you? I'm still here, dating John, still so in love with him that I stay up at night, thinking about him. That I write award-winning albums worth of songs about him. I'll love him until I somehow stop, or until he stops and he breaks up with me, or until he dies. Marriage or not, I'm staying with him. And- And I love him. And you're right, he is different from any other man I've been with. So different that long after he's gone, I'll find myself lying awake at night, still thinking about him. I'll find myself wishing I could have married him, so that he wasn't just some lost cause of a boyfriend I couldn't make my husband".

"Vinoja-".

"But, even for an Archangel, we can't always get what we want. I'll find myself wishing everything that has ever happened to John, never happened to him so that I could have married him, and officially made him mine" Vinoja looked up at Sara, eyes sparkling with the threat of tears."I love him so much that I'm willing to wait for something that'll- that'll never fucking happen, Sara, I know. Shame on me for never learning from all my experience, I guess. That's on me. Consider yourself happy if John ever does fucking break up with me, leaving me to find a guy to actually marry. Maybe I'll finally learn some shit".

Sara stared at Vinoja, the silence being borderline deafening. She blinked, "you're unbelievable, Vin. You're also practically wasting your time, if you love him but you can't get what you want. John won't magically wake up one day and erase his commitment issues just like that-" Sara snapped her fingers "-no matter how bad you want him to, and I know you, I know that deep, deep down, you secretly want him to".

Vinoja gulped thickly. He abruptly looked down, at his bare ring finger on his left hand.

"Quit your game, Vinoja. Before you hurt yourself even more". Sara promptly turned around, and walked out the room.

She turned down the hall, and jumped when she saw John, who had his back against the wall, clear that he had been listening in on their conversation.

"Jesus-" she whispered, clutching her chest. Sara kept eye contact with John, before shaking her head and walking past him, not saying a word.

John watched her go, not doing anything to stop her. Once she was out of sight, John stepped closer to the doorway. Slow as can be, he poked his head around to look inside.

Vinoja's chest fell as he exhaled, vision going down to the floorboards.

John bit the edge of his lip, his eyes gaining a certain softness as he watched Vinoja. He quickly pulled back into the hallway, back flat against the wall like how Sara found him. John looked up at the roof, silently sighing as his eyes fell closed.

#lot #legends of tomorrow #oc #male oc #male x canon #male x male #male x oc #oc x canon #oc x male #canon x male #canon x oc #john constantine #constantine #john constantine x male!oc #john constantine x oc #john constantine x male

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wreckofawriter · 5 years ago

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Hi, can I have a ship from the marauders era please?x I’m mixed race with curly brown hair and brown eyes. I’m 5’7 with a kinda curvy body. I can be mean or rude some times but really nice when u get to know me. I like to laugh and spend time with my friends. I’m generally loud and extrovert person. Also love music.

I ship you with...

Sirius Black!

(Ok so first can we talk about how fucking beautiful this man is?)

Ok so you were pretty mean to him when you first met him

Sirius is well... Sirius sooo yeah he was a lot to deal with and definitely pissed you off

Well I mean he did dump a bucket of ink on you on accident... and then laughed about it.

So yeah you weren't so happy

The boy annoyed you to no end always flashing his brilliant smile and flipping his jet black hair

You were sick of it

You studied with Remus a lot so that's where you got your venting done

Remus must have listened to you blabber on for hours about Sirius and how much he annoyed you

And then suddenly Sirrius showed up at your study sessions with more smiles and sarcastic comments than you could possibly bear.

Finally Remus had grown sick of the pathetic back and forth and stopped you mid rant by saying "You know he only does it 'cause hes in love with you right?"

You had flashed bright red, "What!?"

Remus rolled his eye remaining as passive aggressive as usual, "Yeah, he never shuts up about you, or how cute you look when your angry or how your deep brown eyes sparkle when you insult him or how much he wants to run his hands through your thick dark locks of hair, it's becoming sickening."

You stormed out of the room with put another word.

You found him on the grounds near the lake messing around with James and Peter. "What the hell Black!?"

His smile had widened, "y/n, to what do I owe this- !"

"You're in love with me!?"

Everyone fell silent, well except for James who whispered a small "uh oh."

"Well-I um, you know" several failed sentences later you groaned clearly agrivated before stepping close to him, grabbing his tie and yanking him onto your lips.

James wolfwhistles and cheered causing you to flip him off as Sirius leaned into the kiss

You pulled away still looking angry, "You're a dumbass you know that?"

Sirius had been too stunned to speak.

"Take me out to Hogsmeade this weekend I exspect you to pick me up outside the common room at one."

Your first date went far better than you expected

Sirius had actually been super sweet and not a complete moron.

Well that's not true he was sweet and a complete moron and you fucking loved it.

He constantly needs your attention, acts strangely like a dog to get it, getting right up in your face, taking nonstop, knocking books out of your hands

You get used to it

Loves to cuddle you. Will just nuzzle his face into your chest, wrap his arms around you, tangle your legs and just lie there for hours

Trust to hide some of his feeling from you.

Has a hard time expressing deep emotions, he was always told to bottle them up.

Broke down infront of you twice, you comforted him best you could and ended up passing out in his bed with him in your arms, your shirt tear streaked

James becomes like your brother, you chat thank him enough for what he did for Sirius.

Sirius is kind of messed up but you help him in any way possible, he slowly becomes more and more open with you until you barley have to urge him any more.

You pull pranks togethers often, or you'll sneak down to the kitchens at midnight and eat a bunch of crap.

You help him heal and forget his shitty past so he can have a better future

#sirius black x oc #sirius #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagines #sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black ships #harry potter au #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter ships

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immortalbarnes · 5 years ago

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No Heaven, No Hell

Summary: You get what most people can’t even imagine, a night with Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: smut!!!, alcohol

a/n: my first fic sooo sorry if it's bad also based off of “book of revelation” by the drums!

He came and went in one night. It felt years in the making, but after it was over you felt like a mere seconds. You were eyeing him in the bar, and it seemed to be doing the same to you. Tall, strong man with chestnut locks that run to his chin. Intrigued by his muscular form and leather jacket, and how you observed how he refused to release his left arm from his pocket. After a seducing sip of your cocktail, your ruby red lipstick painting the thin glass while undressing him with your eyes, he finally strides to you. You were looking away, but his presence was enough to burn a hole in your dress.

“Took you long enough.” You decide to chide him for his hesitation with the smallest turn of your head to acknowledge him.

“I’m not much for hookups, but there’s something about you pulling me in doll.” He responds with a smirk as you decide to fully turn to face him. His voice, low and gravelly, was the only thing getting you drunker than what was in your hand.

“Then I’m a lucky gal.” You wink.

“What’s your name, darling?’

“Y/N. And you?”

“James, but I prefer Bucky.”

“Well then, Bucky, my place is right across the street if you want a one way ticket to hell.” You joke, making sure you two are one the same page.

“Oh, darling, I’ve seen the world, and there’s no heaven and there’s no hell.” He takes a final sip of his drink before placing it on the counter next to you, his left hand still not retreating from his jacket pocket. “So let me make love to you tonight.”

Loving his forwardness, you take him across the street immediately and up the stairs to your small apartment. The moment you close the front door he is on you in a hot flash, lips crashing into one another. He begins to trail down your cheek to your jaw, neck, and shoulders, stopping at the low neckline of your dress. He slowly, painstakingly peels the black fabric down your figure. It falls to the floor and pools at your feet, and he’s back on your mouth, licking a stripe on your bottom lip to ask for permission into you. You greedily part your lips and let him in as his tongue suddenly attacks yours. His hands go to unclasp your bra and you feel an odd difference between them, the right warm and soft, while the left is solid and freezing cold.

Pulling away, you look down to examine him and see that underneath the brown leather of his jacket is a black and gold left arm made entirely out of metal. He notices your surprised expression and immediately halts to a stop.

“W-we can stop if you want to… This is why I don’t do this often.” He stammers, referencing his machinery for a limb.

“No! Of course it’s alright it just caught me off guard, and now is turning me on a whole lot more.” You smirk. All of his confidence returning, he returns to his initial work on your bra while beginning to suck the sweet spot on your neck, which brings small whimpers from you. Your bra meets your dress on the floor, and Bucky drops to his knees and hooks his fingers onto your panty line. He once again pulls them off slowly, revealing your core to him slowly like it’s a present on Christmas morning. As the material meets the last two garments around your heels, he looks up at you with full blown dark eyes.

“Oh, doll, you’re gorgeous.” He gawks, making you blush.

Before you have time to say a word, he latches himself onto your clit and swirls his tongue around the spot, making you cry out in pleasure. Whining his name as he moves toward your hole, your legs begin to shake as his scruff scratches you. Bucky begins to lick and circle his talented tongue on you, then he brings up his metal arm to your clit and plays with it once more. All of this brings the most sinful noises from you.

Before you know it, he’s licking to lap up juices you hadn’t realized you released. Shocked, all the feelings suddenly flood into you. He pulls away and stands up, your arousal evident on his scruffy chin.

“Th-thats the fastest I’ve ever came.” You admit, a little embarrassed, “you’ve got quite some talent.” Your legs wobble once more as you steady yourself on his still clothed shoulders.

“Then I have more to show you, doll.” He winks as he scoops you up and looks for the bedroom, your heels falling off your feet and thudding on the floor as he strides to your room.

He tosses you on the bed and immediately pulls his jacket off. You watch in drunken awe as he hesitantly pulls his shirt off to reveal the full metal arm and the angry red scars that accompany it, both attached to the most gorgeous male figure you’ve ever laid eyes on. His golden form is glowing under the low lighting and you cannot believe that this is real.

A worried expression grows on his face as he notices your trance on him, “I know it’s scary. I should’ve warned you about this,” He is suddenly a timid boy, and you scrambled off the bed over to him to reassure his evident state of insecurity.

“Bucky, no! I just couldn’t believe someone so god-like could stand before me.”

With that he smirks and begins to take off his shoes and pants. Now only in his boxers with his hard-on protruding, you gulp as you look at the monster bulge that’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

You climb back on the bed just in time for him to reveal his gorgeous cock as it hits his solid abdomen. You gulp once more in arousal and a little bit of fear of how thick he is. He slowly strides to you, similar to how he did at a bar earlier that night and you don’t know if it’s him or the alcohol, but you swear you are in love.

Bucky towers over you, his brown hair swaying with his movements, “Ready, doll?” He smirks once more as you spread your legs and he lines himself up with you. He grabs his shaft and rubs himself over your pussy painfully slow, covering himself in your arousal from before. You gasp as his thick tip teases back and forth over your entrance for what feels like years.

With a steady and firm push, he’s inside you and you cannot keep quiet. A sinful moan you didn’t know you could even make falls past your lips as he slided him, and both of your breathing becomes heavy as he gets settled deep in your core.

“Ready?”

You frantically nod, eager to feel him move inside you. He starts slow, but exponentially grows in speed until he's unrelentlessly pounding into you. You find yourself chanting his name, as if he truly was a god. His breathing frantic as he breathlessly praises you.

“You’re so tight, doll… You like that? Me pounding into you so hard?........ God, you’re gorgeous like this….. Oh my God your tits,” he reaches us and grabs your breasts, an oddly beautiful contrast of ice and heat as his thumbs flick your nipples. Soon his metal hand reaches down to do the same with your clit, stimulating you like never before. You are transported galaxies away from your bedroom as your legs shake and the coil in your stomach tightens more and more.

“B-Bucky! I’m so c-close!” You barely manage to get out.

“Me too, doll, me too. You’re doing so good,” he praises you once more, “come with me in three…”

You begin to scream his name louder and grab his hair, tightening your fingers in his soft locks.

“Two”

You squeeze your eyes shut and brace for impact.

“One.”

The coil within you snaps and you find yourself in a warmth of pleasure you’ve never felt with anyone before. You feel his hot, white, cum, shoot into you and coat your walls. You’re a little disappointed that you’re on birth control because this man you could definitely have kids with.

His sweaty body collapses next to yours and he whispers sweet nothings to you until you drift asleep in a state of bliss.

The next morning you find yourself cleaned up, tucked into bed, and sadly alone. Why did this gorgeous stranger have to let himself out! When did he leave? How did you not hear him?

You go to stand up, but steady yourself on the headboard as your legs are too sore to walk. Bracing yourself on anything you can, you slowly make your way to the kitchen to get cereal and turn on the TV to see breaking news of an explosion across the world being handled by the Avengers.

To your disbelief, you see him, the man who slept with you last night. Bucky. How did you not figure that out? Perhaps it was the alcohol. You smile to yourself because even if you didn’t get a life with him, you had one night with him.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n

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stonathans-stranger · 6 years ago

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for the au prompts could you possibly do anderperry with 7? thank you!!

you got it!! this is a fake relationship au where the boys of dps (minus Todd) are desperately trying to find Neil a date for his sister’s wedding, which is rounding the corner in two weeks. Coming in with words, here’s “Yes, I’m Falling In Love With Someone, Plain to See”, based off of “I Turned the Corner/I’m Falling in Love With Someone” from Thoroughly Modern Millie.

“Sooo,” Natalia said, plopping down on Neil’s bed. “Are you bringing someone to the wedding?”

“Like…a date?” Neil asked tentatively, typing furiously on his computer. He just had to churn out a few more words for Latin and then he was finished.

“Could be.” Natalia shrugged, grabbing an Oreo from Neil’s stash. “Or just a friend. You know I love when you bring your friends over. They’re so much fun. Plus, Pitts makes a mean salsa.”

“It’s fine.” Neil sighed. “I won’t have to bring them.” Natalia’s face lit up.

“You have a boyfriend?!” She exclaimed.

“What? I-” Neil looked at Natalia with wild eyes. “Ye-yeah! Yeah, I do, Nat.”

“Neil James Perry! And you didn’t tell me? Lunacy!” She cried. “Tell me all about him.”

“Well, he’s really nice, he’s very funny, and he almost gets as good a’ grades as me.” Neil smiled nervously.

“Gosh, I can’t wait to meet him.” Natalia fawned, grabbing another cookie. “Bring him over for dinner sometime.”

“Guys,” Neil said, the next day at lunch. “I did something horrible.”

“What now?” Meeks laughed, unpacking his sandwich from his lunch box.

“I told Nat that my date to her wedding was my boyfriend.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend.” Knox said, confusion passing over his face.

“Exactly.”

“You lied? To Nat?!” Meeks exclaimed, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

“I knoooow,” Neil groaned. “What am I gonna do?”

Charlie waltzed over to the table, tossing an apple between his hands, and sliding into his seat next to Knox and across from Neil in one smooth motion.

“Good day, gentlemen.” Charlie said, tipping an imaginary hat.

“Charlie! I need your help.” Neil practically shouted.

“What else is new?” Charlie laughed. “Alright, what’s it this time?”

“I told Nat that my date to her wedding is my boyfriend. And I don’t have one. I need someone to I don’t know, fake-date till her wedding, and then fake-break up with afterwards.”

“Sounds like you solved your own problem.” Charlie said, biting into his apple.

“No! Do you have absolutely anyone in mind, anyone at all?” Neil pleaded.

“Maybe one person.”

“Anderson, you’d love him. He’s handsome, he’s intelligent, he plays tennis with me and the boys and he’s damn good, he’s a softie, Anderson, goddamnit, he writes poetry from Chrissake!”

“Poetry?” Todd scoffed. “Don’t you write poetry?”

“Can it, Anderson. Besides, can you imagine it? You both get dressed up in nice suits, have good food, bust it down on the dance floor for a couple hours, then you never have to see this kid again, yeah? Plus fifty bucks.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Not too hard.” Todd hung up the phone.

And he’ll be damned if he wasn’t going to spend a nice evening with this handsome, intelligent, poetry-writing boy Charlie described.

Todd strolled into the tennis courts the next night, just as practice ended.

“Anderson!” Charlie called, waving him over to court two, where a few boys Todd recognized stood with Charlie, and a couple he didn’t. “Hey, Todd. So, you thought about it?”

“Yeah. And I think it’s an alright deal.” Charlie stuck out his hand for Todd to shake, and he happily obliged.

“This,” Charlie pushed a lanky, tall, brunette boy in front of him. His face was sculpted like a Greek god’s. “Is Neil Perry. Your date.”

Knox let out a low whistle.

“Todd, right?” Knox asked. He leaned over to Neil, speaking quietly into his ear, “If you don’t scoop up that fine piece of ass I just might.” He smirked. Todd still heard.

“Sorry, Overstreet.” Todd boldly grabbed Neil’s hand. “I’m a taken man.”

After a few whirlwind days of Neil being stressed and having homework up the wazoo, the two finally found a time to hang out, and set boundaries for the party.

“One kiss.” Todd insisted. “Even if it’s just a peck on the cheek. You want this to be believable?”

“Fine.” Neil huffed, scribbling down ‘kiss on cheek’. “But, you’re required to come to one family dinner. One grilling. Just so they get a feel for you.”

“That’s fine.” They went through the list, and afterwards, Todd drove Neil home, and walked him to the front door. As Neil slid his key in, the front door swung open, revealing Natalia.

“This is the boyfriend!” She squealed.

“This is the sister!” Todd cried with equal enthusiasm. Natalia gathered Todd in a big hug, patting him on the back. Natalia usheredd the two inside, and when Todd’s back was turned, his eyes wandering around the house, Natalia mouthed a sneaky ‘he’s cute!’ to Neil, who smirked, and gave Natalia a knowing look.

“My brother has told me literally nothing about you. It’s ridiculous. So, why don’t you? Now that you’re here, in person.”

“Well,” Todd started. “I run the student newspaper at Charles, I’m a delegate for Model UN, I also take photos for yearbook, and I’m apart of the sound crew for Charles’s theater department.”

“Ah, so you don’t go to Welton.” Natalia stated. “How’d you two meet?”

“Charlie.” They said in unison.

“I mean-” Neil stammered. “Charlie brought him to tennis practice one day! They were doing something after school, and we exchanged numbers, and we’ve just been together ever since.” Neil said, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“Yeah,” Todd agreed, almost too soon. “He came to our choir concert a few week ago, didn’t you, Neil?”

Neil just nodded in agreement.

“I better head out.” Todd said, a few hours later.

“I’ll see you out.” Neil said, walking him to the door. Natalia was curled up on a chair in the dining area, just off the side of the foyer.

Todd gathered a part of Neil’s sweater in his fingers and dragged him forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Todd left in one swift motion, leaving Neil stunned in front of the door, his fingers grazing his lips.

“He’s nice.” Natalia said, leaning against the archway into the dining room, smirking.

“Shut the hell up, Nat.” Neil retorted, making his way upstairs.

Weeks, and many “dates” later, the two had bonded together enough that the Society forgot they weren’t actually a couple.

“How’re things going with Todd? You two seem happy together.” Knox said, serving to Neil, across the court. They talked as they warmed up, hitting easy shots straight up the middle.

“Things are fine.”

“You guys fuck yet?” Knox laughed.

“What? Knox, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Shit,” Knox said, missing an easy forehand. “You’re not? You two are constantly holding hands and talking and blushing around each other…wait, you’re sure you’re not together?”

“Yes, Knox.”

“Wow.” Knox shrugged. “Maybe you two should consider it.”

“Maybe we should.”

The two stood in front of Neil’s mirror, dressed in matching tuxes, and smiling at each other.

“Hey…I was thinking, maybe, maybe after the wedding we could maybe not break things off?” Todd adjusted his bowtie, and looked over to Neil.

“Sure! We can stay friends.”

“Maybe not friends…maybe for real this time.” Neil said, smiling tentatively. Todd returned the smile, sheepishly.

“Yeah, sure.” Todd grabbed Neil’s hand, and the two carried on.

#ask #my writing #anderperry #kinda not really happy with this #i'm out of my groove of writing anderperry

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jaylovesfrance77 · 6 years ago

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Sooo whose my date?

Tate x female and James March x female

Summary: tate and his girlfriend go to a hotel with a lot of murders under its belt. On Halloween. They dress like they're from the roaring 20s . As shes looking for Tate. She thinks she finds him. And they have fun. But what happens when Tate shows back up.

It was the day before Halloween. Tate and his girlfriend had skipped out of school and rented a room on a hotel to just spend time together away from everyone else for a while.

"Babe you look so good in this bed. " he says as she gets up

"Stop trying to get me to stay in bed all day and cuddle tate." She says as she moves to sit next to him.

"No cuddles? Fine. " he says as he grabs her and pulls her into his lap.

"How abouuuttttttttttt.. we fuck?" He asks as he removes her shirt. She sighs loudly

"Damn you tate." She says as she gets on his lap he already didn't have anything on his bottom half.

"Weve already fucked a couple of times already. " she says as he starts moving her underwear to the side. He was already hard. She grabbed his dick and aligned him and sunk down onto his dick. She let out a sigh as she slowly went down. Tate wasn't gonna wait he grabbed her waist and pulled her down as he bucked his hips up. She squeaked and Tate smiled wide.

"I love it when you squeak ."

"Your dick is big. Give me a break." She says as she moves her hips grinding going up and down. She let's out a shaky breathe as Tate plays with her tits.he pulled her down by her tits. He buries his face in her neck. Grabbing her ass and racking his dull nails all up and down her back.

"I love seeing how you come on my dick babe." He growls out

She moans as he grabs one of her nipples and pulls her insides squeezing Tate tight

"God damnit... you are fucking amazing." He reaches down between there bodies and starts to rub her clit as he stills inside of her. They both sigh as Tate comes inside her. They stay like that till Tate goes soft and slips out.

"... you know I love you righttt." Tate chuckles

"Yes I know Tate. I love you too." She giggles out. Tate grabs her and starts to cuddle her

"Babbbee I gotta clean up. We don't wanna sleep on cum."

"Simple solution." He says as he sticks his hand down her panties and slowly collects his cum and shoves it back into her she let's out a squeak .

"You are so lucky I'm on the pill."

"I know that's why I like coming inside." He says as he kisses her again.

"Okay we gotta finish up the costumes babe." As she stands up and sighs

"I gotta shower tho so like one sec."

She runs and takes a quick shower coming back to see a relaxed Tate still completely naked.

"Its gonna be nice to live together huh. " he asks as she puts on one of tates shirts she found on the ground .

"Yeah. I can't wait babe. " she clapped her hands together and grabs two bags and pulled out the outfits. And some black spray paint

"What's the spray paint for babe? "

"Your hair babe ! I think you'd look fine as hell with black hair." She pulled out a very nice suit and a fake mustache. And a teal flapper dress with a matching boa

"My hair is already short and I know how to style it. I'm very excited!" She says as she throws the outfit on a counter and jumping back into the bed cuddling with Tate as he wrapped both of them in the blanket and they just start talking as she pet his blonde hair. They talk about how much they hated school.

"I swear sometimes I just wanna like ... shoot up the school and kill everyone. Make them fucking pay." She made him look her in the eyes

"Hey? Hey . Look I know I hate them too but that is not the way to go. If you shoot up the school do you think we would be able to live together? Don't you love me?"

"I do. I love you. I would die without you. Your my everything. "

"So just think of me babe.okay? You don't need to think of anything. Just me." She sees him shake as he holds her

"Your all I have. All I want is your love. "

"You have that babe." She whispered as he buried his face into her neck.

They end up cuddling and watching TV all night eating chips and cookies they had booze and some smokes but that was for Halloween night.

They woke up late in the after noon and they got ready.

The suit was a perfect fit. And so was just dress. She did her make up.

"Imma go and get some food you try and get that spray paint on your hair babe. " she gives him a kiss on the cheek. And goes to the liquor store to buy some more chips and also some weed to just chill. It was dark by the time she got back to the hotel she went to the room. No one was in the room she just thought that he ain't too explore the hotel. She fixed up her make up and walked out of the hotel room. She won't too the bar she asked for a water and the lady complied looking at her she asked

"You alive ?"

"Yes? What kind of question Is that?" She asked

"Oh nothing you look very familiar is all." She just nodded as she stood up heading back towards the room but some grabs her arm

"Oh my dearest. Your back! Oh let me look at you. Just as beautiful as the day you walked out. " she thought that Tate sounded werid like he was actually from the 20s. She played along

"Why thank you mister. But you just saw me earlier today didn't ya?and isn't that suit a different one then what I have given you? " He smiled and hugged her . He held her hips and kissed the top of her head

"My dearest love how I missed you."

"Wanna show me how much you missed me? " she giggled out

"If this means coitus I will gladly oblige my dearest." She lead him to her room. Kissing him happily as soon as she closed the door he was all over her pushing her against the wall roughly kissing her neck

"Oh God Tate wanna be rough now do ya?"

"Dearest call me James or better yet Mr March." He hurriedly took her underwear off practically ripping them off she stripped her dress off and ripped her bra off. He threw her on the bed and opened her legs wide he said with a mad look in his eyes

"My dearest usually I would be more gentle but oh my dear I miss your sweet cunt wrapped around me. " He didn't give her a warning and shoved his whole cock into her and wrapped is hands around her throat roughly thrusting into her. Her eyes rolled back into her skull

"Ahh you might not be my dearest but good lord! Your just as tight as I remember. She was turning blue

" WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" They heard and in the door way was standing a blonde Tate

"Close the door boy and come and join me I remember she liked being shared. "As he continued to thrust he slapped her breast so hard that there was a bright red mark. She couldn't talk her eyes still rolled up.

"Fuck please moree... " she said

"Well you heard the girl. Come and join us. " he slipped out of her only to turn her around and said my dear if I do remember you loved to be sodomized." He rubbed the tip into her ass. And slowly slid in. She wasn't having it and pushed back and she screamed

"HOLY SHIT." He laughed as he grabbed her hair and almost angrily started to thrust

"This young Lad is my replacement now Is he? I wonder if you'd like this. Come here boy. You need to see what she likes.

" what?" Tate asked she was drooling by now hard slapping and bruising thrust into her ass . Her make up was ruined running down her face. And Tate couldn't help himself he slipped off his pants and put his dick in front of her face James pulled her face up and said

"Dearest will you service this lad? And be good or you won't get to cum. " James said

She lifts her eyes up as she takes Tate in her mouth . Her eyes glossy and far away just like Tate likes to see when he fucks her.

"Oh your a dirty fucking whore ain't ya babe. That's right open up that dirty fucking mouth. " Tate growled out as he thrusts into her mouth.

"That's the spirt boy! She is a dirty little vixen." He says as he slaps her ass. Making her back arch.

Tate pulled out of her mouth her face ruined with spit and tears

"Doppler ganger dude. Pull her up." She was pulled up. And was sandwiched between them and Tate shoved is cock into her. She just couldn't speak as they just sat there

"Fuckkk... wanaa... wanna...cum..please" she says as she tried to bounce on there dicks desperate for friction

"Say it nicely" the boys say

"Please.. please Mr. March... please Tate please wanna cum wanna be full of cum. Wanna cum please." She says and they look at each other as the start to thrust

"What do you say dude? Wanna make her cum?"

"I do believe she's earn it." He says as he reaches around and plays with her clit. She starts trying to get off the feeling was to much.

"No no no. You stay HERE." James says as he thrusts up even harder. Tate comes in her and kisses her.

And she cums as she cums she feels a blade at her neck and it slides across slitting her throat. And Tate just stares. Shell shocked as he sits there and James licks his knife

"Dearest you escaped once. You will start with me and Devils night has just begun."

#american horror story #tate langdon #james march #ahs smut #even peters smut

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Druid - Chapter Nine

Rating: M (smut, language, violence, mature themes, potential major character death)

Genre: Drama/Angst

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JAMES

A club girl appears at the table.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask, tucking some hair behind my girl’s ear and leaning forwards to brush my lips across her temple. She shivers and I’ll never get enough of her.

She seems a little embarrassed at the public attention, especially with Thor right in front of us, but then she glances at him and relaxes. He's grinning widely, obviously delighted, and presses a kiss to Sable’s forehead, murmuring quietly to her. Whatever he says makes her melt, leaning into him with a peaceful grin.

“Can I have some orange juice, please? And the same as Nat?” Nat has one of the prospect‘s specialties in front of her, a Belgian waffle, bits of whipped cream and strawberries still visible. For a future club brother, the kid’s a hell of a cook, and our old ladies get whatever they want.

The girl nods then looks at me.

“The usual, Mickey. And coffee.” To be honest, I don’t care what I put in my stomach right now, as long as my baby is beside me, the promise of her sweet flesh filling my mouth and hands later.

Mickey nods again and retreats. I catch a brief flash of sadness and resentment in her eyes as she turns. Once upon a time, before Levi came home to care for her father and walked back into my life, Mickey warmed my cock fairly often, and I know she was hoping for my patch too; but frankly, as long as Levi lived and drew breath, no one else ever stood a chance.

“Sooo...” Steve begins, and Nat knows him well enough to sniff out impending mischief, thumping the asshole solidly on the back of the head. He chuckles and rubs his hair, shooting a grin at Levi and I.

Thor, however, is out of swatting range, and both peckerheads seem intent on testing my good mood. “We need to give you a club name, Levi.”

Sable squeaks, but Thor’s anticipating her and catches her hand before she can slap his chest. He bands his fingers around hers instead and presses her hand to his heart with a playful, winning smile. I know the feeling, I want Levi’s hands on me all the time now.

“I, uh...” She stutters, not sure what to say; sure, I’ve all but sold my soul to her, and her to me, but the club is a different matter.

Rules state I need the entire club behind me to take Levi on as my old lady, and it only makes sense. By putting my patch on her, I’m declaring her my property, and telling the world I would willingly and in a heartbeat give up my life to protect her; and that umbrella of selfless protection includes my brothers. All are expected to lay down their life for each other, and for the family. Thor bent the rules a bit by bringing Sable back with his patch on her already, before the club could vote, but it worked out. I want, and need, the club’s backing on this. Not that I doubt in any way that my club will approve of her, the way they reacted to Lurch’s attack proved it (I know for a fact I wasn’t the only one with a gun in my hand, ready to shoot the prick), I still want to go by the books this time, if only because of the turmoil of last year.

“Later.” I snap, hoping the dickhead will take the hint. He raises him brow mildly and doesn’t continue.

I pull Levi close and bury my face in her throat, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Any residual tension in my body melts away and I murmur, lips brushing her sweet skin. “I can’t wait to have you back in my bed.”

She shivers again but is interrupted by Mickey reappearing, setting down some plates with an exaggerated bang. I shoot her a look and she visibly pales, nodding slightly before teetering away. I’m going to have to keep an eye on her, I know club girls can get catty with each other, and while I don’t doubt Levi can take care of herself, I don’t want her to be forced to. Nat and Sable both follow Mickey with their shrewd eyes as she walks away and I see that I won’t be the only one monitoring the brunette. Good.

I’m rock hard in my jeans, rubbing like a bastard against my zipper as I wait for Levi to finish. She and the girls are chatting away like... well, like old ladies, babbling about almost everything and anything. I’m starting to worry I’m going to have to pull rank to get Lev back in my bed but Nat saves me the trouble by standing and explaining that she has to take the kids to some school thing today, and Steve’s going with her. They haven’t even left the room before Sable is talking about some online courses she’s starting today and she and Thor duck out too, leaving me alone with my girl, finally. I pull Levi onto my lap, let her feel my cock straining under her and grin at her sharp inhale.

“That’s right. I want you now, baby.” I growl, burrowing my face in her shoulder blade.

“Then take me.” She purrs back.

Oh, fuck yeah. We’re going upstairs to my room, now.

I couldn’t tell you how much later it is before I finally come back to some semblance of coherence, temporarily sated by hours of devouring my woman, fucking and making love to her in turns, relishing the sounds I pull from her body as my head is buried between her thighs, as I slam deep inside her raw, fingers clawing at her hips, rising above her and watching the dreamy bliss in her eyes. I’ve never come so many times in my life before, and my body still wants more.

I’ll never get enough.

Finally, we’re too sore and exhausted to continue, and I pull her close to snuggle instead. If I can’t be inside her then I need to be as close to her as possible, my body pressed to hers. She sleeps for a while, but I just lay there and gaze at her, watch the small movements of her face as she dreams, the faint smiles that tug at her lips, the breathy exhales that sound so much like 'James’.

I love this woman, and I hate that I wasted so much time before I told her, before I acted on the burning desire inside me. I am not willing to waste any more time.

As she sleeps, I study her. She’s a walking advertisement of her career and professions, her beautiful creamy skin only enhanced by the variety of tattoos and piercings on her body. A phoenix on her chest is new since last year, vibrant and visceral; coiling up from between her perfect breasts, the wing tips brushing her collarbones. A small crescent moon and stars decorate her temple. My favorite of her piercings is for my eyes only, and she loves the way I play with it with my tongue while my head is buried between her legs, but my next favorite is the glittery stud just above her upper lip. It reminds me of a beauty mark, and provides a faint dangerous edge to her otherwise angelic face.

I realize belatedly that she’s awake, has been watching me gaze at her for some time now. I can’t even blush, I’m not embarrassed to be caught worshiping her.

“What’s this one called?” I ask, reaching up gently and brushing the beauty mark piercing.

She smiles slightly, humming under my touch. “A Monroe.”

The name hits me and I realize it’s perfect. She’s frowning at my sudden attention.

“That’s perfect.”

“What?”

“Your club name.”

She frowns adorably in confusion.

I clasp her hand, lift it to her lip before pulling it over to mine. “Monroe.” I elaborate, kissing her fingertips.

“Cannon and Monroe?”

“Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?”

She blushes and nuzzles closer, distracting me. My body responds to her proximity, reawakening despite my aching lassitude. Levi feels me stirring, my hardening length brushing her thigh and a wicked gleam flashes her eyes dark amethyst. She rolls and peeks coyly at me over her shoulder, grinning as she arches her back, brushing her luscious ass against my cock. All traces of fatigue disappear as my body eagerly reacts and I almost whimper at the ecstasy when I sink into her from behind. I curl one hand on the curve of her hip and wrap the other around her breasts, pulling her closer so I can lavish attention along the gentle slope of her neck and shoulder.

I almost lose control when she moans and arches more sharply, letting me drive even deeper inside and when she purrs my name, panting; I can only groan back. Then she’s crying out, spasming around me and it's too much to bear; I can only ride the crashing waves of bliss, hear myself roar with release, feel white-hot pleasure pulsing through me. Her walls milk me until I’m whimpering against her shoulder, dying the sweetest death.

For a time, we can only lay there, past exhaustion, blissed out and serene. This beats any of the mellowest, sweetest drug highs I’ve ever experienced at parties and blow-outs, beats any and all previous hook-ups. A bone-deep certainty flows deeply through my body.

This is it, this is all that I want. Levi in my arms, our bodies mated, our souls joined; the only way to make this better would be to have her wear my patch, accept my hand.

Calling someone your old lady is just as good or better than marrying them in MC culture. Declaring a woman your property is the highest honor, signally unbreakable loyalty and devotion. Not all brothers took it as seriously as it should be, dicking around on their women with club ass, or taking back their patch to offer it to another when the bloom was off the rose; but in my club it was binding. You didn’t offer your patch lightly, and it wasn’t accepted lightly.

I’ve wanted to give Levi my patch since I first became a fucking prospect, shit; I was dreaming of her at my back when I was still a snot-nose kid washing the officer’s bikes, keeping my head down and nose clean to avoid a rough cuff upside the head and a barked ‘get back to work!’ from my stepdad. Nothing will compare to the sight of my woman wearing her ‘Property of Cannon’ vest, broadcasting to the world that she is mine, and I am hers.

“James?” Her voice is soft, tentative and I almost don’t hear her over my musing.

“What, baby?” Just ask, and I’ll give you anything, everything I have.

“We haven’t-” she breaks off with an exhale, is she nervous?

“What is it, angel?” I prompt. There is literally nothing she could say right now that would upset me, except maybe ‘I’m leaving’.

She rolls suddenly, burrowing her face in my throat to hide her expression, but I feel her cheeks burning, in what? Shame?

She’s starting to scare me. “Levi, baby please. Just say it.”

“Condoms.” She whispers and I realize with a jolt what she means. Is she worried about becoming pregnant? To be honest, the thought of filling her with my child only sparks a warmth in me, an excited longing, but is that what’s bothering her?

“Are you on the pill?” I ask tentatively, still not sure what she’s really asking about.

“Yes, but-” she breaks off and I force myself to wait until she continues. “I still insist on condoms, I know what’s transmissible.”

Is that what’s bothering her? She thinks I’ll give her an STD? “No chance baby, I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anybody-” Now it’s my turn to break off, a faint heat in my cheeks. Christ, this could be embarrassing.

Levi flexes her fingers against my chest, reminding me she’s still here and waiting. “Since when?”

I sigh. “Since a year ago, when you left town.”

She tenses, in surprise or disbelief I don’t know. “But... James. You have club girls drooling-”

“Yeah and baby, I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been with my fair share of them, but once I touched you... you were all l wanted. And since I couldn’t have you, I just... didn’t want anybody.” Yes, I handed over my man card and became a monk, waiting for the off-chance that Levi would come back to me. Would I have stayed that way, if she’d never come back?

Yes. From my first push inside her, Levi owned me.

“I donate blood from time to time, so I’ve been tested.” I continue. A few years back, one of our brothers was broken up pretty badly in a wreck, and needed major transfusions. Since then, I've tried to donate on the regular.

She nods against me and I feel her face flaming hotter. “It’s not that I don’t trust you-”

“No babe, it’s fine. I understand-”

“I’m clean too, I’m kind of paranoid working around blood and stuff.”

“I understand.” I repeat softly, reaching down and tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. I wait patiently for those beautiful violet depths to look up, and offer a grin. “I’ll start wearing them if you want, but-” I’ll hate not being able to feel every inch of you.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I want to feel you.”

Shit, thank god. My next words are sharp, dragging along my tongue but I force them out anyway. “Are you afraid of getting pregnant? Because baby, I wouldn’t try and weasel out-”

“No!” She surprises me with the sudden strength in her voice and her fingers curl against my chest. Her eyes lock on mine. “I would never think that. I just...” She looks away for a moment before whispering. “I’m not ready to share you yet.”

I bark a laugh and yank her closer. “Oh doll.”

I drift again, sated and satiated, beyond satisfied. I don’t think I’m ever going to leave this bed, ever unwrap my arms from around my girl; shit, we can text downstairs for food and water, I can conduct church through Skype. But something nags at the corner of my consciousness, a stray question worries at the corners of my mind.

I hate breaking the tranquil quiet, but now that I’ve allowed the thought to enter my mind, I’ll have no peace until I’ve asked Levi about it.

“Baby?” I murmur, trailing my fingertips along her shoulder.

“Hmmm?” She’s half-asleep.

“Are you-” I swallow hard. I really don’t want to ask this, but I’ve always been a bit of a masochist. “Are you... staying?”

She tenses in my arms. “You mean in town... permanently?” I can’t identify the edge in her voice and a cold chill begins to trickle down my spine.

She’s silent for a few heartbeats, but it seems like a fucking eternity to me. My heart starts to thump in dread and I regret, down to the very marrow of my bones, asking her this now. I’ve pressured her, forced her into answering, rather than letting the topic come up at a more natural time.

Goddammit, goddamn you James Barnes, my inner voice curses. I’m just about to blunder ahead, take the question back, beg Levi to pretend I never even broached the subject, when she rolls towards me. I’m absolutely terrified to look in her eyes and see my doom, see the rejection; but I force myself to meet her eyes. I started this, I need to finish it.

“Yes.” She whispers, and I’m shocked to see the same fear in Levi’s violet eyes. Was she fearing the same rejection, thinking I would sneer in her face and deny her? “I mean, if you still want me.”

Jesus Christ. Have I completely failed at showing her how I feel? Have I been a complete asshole? How could she not see that she completely owns me now?

“Yes.” I barely manage to breathe. “Baby, I can’t even...” I have to swallow around a sudden lump in my throat and my eyes start to burn. “I can’t... be... without you. You are everything to me. Of course-” I reach over, needed to touch her. “Of course I still want you. I will always want you.” My voice breaks at the end, at the soul-crushing thought of reliving the last year of darkness again, the grinding misery since Levi left me standing helpless outside her house.

She curls into my arms, clawing closer and I sigh, forcing the darkness away. My lips brush her forehead and she exhales, a faint tremor in the sound.

“Thank you.” She murmurs, so quietly I almost miss it.

“Hmmm? For what, angel?”

“For giving me another chance.”

“No.” I pull back slightly, needed to show her how deadly serious I am. I cup her sharp chin in my hand and gaze directly into her eyes. Her beautiful amethyst depths are glittery with tears and I fight to speak before giving into the urge to kiss away her pain. “No. You gave me another chance, you let me try again. I need to thank you.”

Tears trickle down her cheeks as she closes her eyes and I lean forwards, tenderly kissing them away. My body springs to life at the contact and I can’t stop a full-body shiver.

“I love you.” I continue, brushing my lips across her moon and stars tattoo. “I will spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.”

Something flashes in her eyes then. I can’t read it but her jaw tightens. Levi pushes me suddenly onto my back and I’m just stunned enough by the steel in her gaze to let her. She rolls on top of me, straddling my hips and despite myself, my hands automatically reach up and rest on her hips.

“We both will.” She promises, then she rolls her hips, drawing my rigid length inside her and all thought leaves me.

LEV

I could get used to this, waking up in James’ arms. We’ve made love so many times we can hardly move, the air is thick with our musk, skin slick with sweat. My big, bad biker is still asleep, face burrowed in the throat, breath warm on my skin.

He killed a man for me. The thought floats up, sudden and unexpected. It shouldn’t be a surprise, he is the President of an MC, his whole life is lived on the razor’s edge of danger and lawlessness but, in this quiet moment, the bald truth takes the opportunity to make itself heard.

How many men has he killed? My mind idly asks. Does it really matter? That thought surprises me. As the child of a law-abiding family, the thought of murder is inherently verboten, but now? Not so much. What changed? Are my morals more flexible? Or is the world just greyer than I thought, less black and white?

I’d better get used to this, I realize. With this man comes baggage, dark secrets; there will be a lot he can’t share with me, club business, and there is the very real chance that I am putting my life in danger by connecting myself with him. These thoughts have floated through my consciousness before, but I never grabbed them and studied them up close like I am right now. My father’s letter comes back to me, ‘your mother and I have always just wanted you to be happy.’

I am. Whatever happens, I choose James, and whatever comes with that.

I’d rather be loved and cherished by him for however long this life affords us, than try to exist without him.

James sighs sharply against me, signaling he’s waking up. His body jolts, his awesome musculature rippling against my body and then I feel his lips pull into a grin against my skin.

“Hey baby.” He purrs, my big lion, top predator of this jungle.

“Hey.”

He yawns and stretches against me, so adorably unguarded and mellow it makes my heart skip. Only here, with me, can he fully let his shields down. “You should talk to Tully.” He mumbles, snuggling back against me.

“What?” Who’s Tully?

He wakes a little more fully, propping his chin on my shoulder and grinning lazily at me. “Tully Sullivan, down at the shop. He does most of the inkwork for the club. He’s been talking for a couple years about moving down south, but he got serious this last month when his wife had a health scare.”

“Oh? He’s looking to sell?”

“Yeah, I think. He’s got a nice set-up, good client base. You want to talk to him?”

I hesitate, this sounds pretty sweet, but I don’t know if I’m ready.

“You can start small.” James continues gently; he’s not pushing me, just suggesting. “One, two days a week until you get comfortable running your own business. You’ll be your own boss, your own rules. I’ll help you anyway I can.”

“It’s not that,” I mutter. Dad’s inheritance will cover any monetary expenses. “I just... am I that good?”

James stares at me, waiting for me to add that I’m joking, but I’m serious. I’m not as confident as I let people believe, my tattooed and pierced body are as much to hide behind as it is to stand out.

“Baby... yes, you are. You’re amazing.” His fingers trail along my phoenix. “You designed this, right?”

I nod.

“It’s stunning. You are an artist. Don’t let yourself down like that.” His soulful eyes search mine, gentle and supportive.

My bottom lip stings sharply as I bite it and James reaches up, tenderly pulling it from between my teeth. “Okay.” I murmur.

His face splits into a wide grin. “I’ll take you down later.” He’s more excited than me as he reaches for his phone and it’s contagious; I’m already visualizing the way I’m going to organize my space. I’m pulled from my musing a few minutes later by James trailing kisses along my jaw.

“Get that sweet ass in the shower.” He growls. “We’re meeting him in an hour at the shop.”

“That was fast,” I grin. I roll my hips against his, relishing the sharp moan it draws from his mouth. “You’d better be too.”

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The sun is too bright, I roll and burrow my face into the nearest pillow, startling slightly when it groans in answer before smiling and cuddling closer to James.

“Baby,” he mumbles, pulling me closer still before relaxing completely back into sleep. I’d follow, if I didn’t have to pee. I try to wiggle free and manage to turn over before James yanks me close with a grumble and I can’t stop a smile.

You’d never guess that the biggest, baddest biker of The Druids, their President, a man named Cannon who’d killed a man for touching me less than two weeks ago was the most epic cuddler in the world. Who needs covers when you have a living, breathing, sexy as fuck human blanket?

“James,” I murmur, turning my head so my lips brush his throat. “Let me go.”

“No.” He grunts.

“I have to pee.” I negotiate, fighting a grin when he hesitates, obviously not considering this problem.

“Fine,” he concedes, but I hear the chuckle in his voice. “Hurry back.”

I roll my eyes and struggle free of my spider monkey man. As I stand, my eyes fall on the chair across from the bed and my heart leaps. Last night, to celebrate my acquisition of Tully’s tattoo shop, the club threw me a mammoth party and while we all chilled around the bonfire outside, James disappeared for a few minutes, leaving me alone in our lounge chair.

When he returned, he’d pulled me to my feet and the club had fallen silent around us. I was genuinely mystified until James had dropped to one knee and held up a brand-new vest.

Property of Cannon.

In the crush and hurry of the last two weeks, meeting and negotiating with Tully and our lawyers, I’d honestly forgotten about James’ desire to put his patch on me. Tears had sprung to my eyes, trailing down my cheeks as James promised to love and cherish me, to protect me with his life and his brother’s lives.

“Will you wear my patch, baby? Be my old lady?” The hope and promise in his eyes took my breath away, and I’d started crying like a baby when I answered.

“Yes, James. Of course, yes.”

The happiness on his face only made me cry harder, my face splitting into a huge grin as James had thrown his head back and roared with joy and excitement before standing, gently slipping the vest onto my shoulders. The club cheered and whistled around us as James crushed me into his arms, breathing hard with emotion and whispered ‘I love you, baby; so fucking much. Thank you.’ in my ear.

We’d stayed at the fire only a short time after that, then James had dragged me away, accompanied by the whoops and hollers of the club behind us, upstairs to his, our, room.

“Fuck babe. Get those clothes off.” James groans, locking the door behind him.

I want to undress slowly, revealing my body gradually to amp him up, but James’s desire is thick and intoxicating, scenting the air with musky male and I all but tear the clothes from myself, biting my lip as James yanks his jeans down, his shirt already tossed away and forgotten; he’s commando tonight, his cock hard and standing proud. His eyes are blown black and he shudders, fighting to control himself.

Feeling naughty, I’ve left my knee-high heeled boots on, but as I slid my underwear down and flick them towards him, something animal darkens his eyes even more.

“Put the vest back on.” He growls, voice guttural, an animal speaking as a man.

Holding his predatory gaze, I slide the leather over my shoulders, leaving it unzipped to show the swell of my breasts.

In one stride, he’s in front of me, pushing me back until my legs hit the bed, his hand gripping my chin and tipping my head back. His kiss starts soft and sensual, but devolves into a hard and rough claiming almost instantly and we’re panting for breath as we coil our arms around each other, the non-existent space between us still too much.

“Fuck,” James breaks off, pulling away to rest his forehead to mine. Before I can recover, his fevered eyes lock on mine again and he turns me away from him, moving my back to his chest before attacking my throat so sweetly again. His hips press against my ass and he growls as I grind back against him. With a barely leashed snarl he pulls back again, then grips the back of my neck and pushes me forwards to bend at the waist. His hand cups me, fingers pushing inside and I bite back a cry, grinding back onto his hand. I want more, so much more.

“More, James. Fuck me hard.” The words tumble from my swollen lips, my voice breaking with anticipation.

His fingers pull out, leaving me feeling empty and raw, then I felt his cockhead, my whimper of relief morphing into a loud moan of satisfaction as he sinks inside me with one relentless push.

“Fuck!” He growls again, his hands shaking as they grip my hips, then he starts to move. Slow at first; languid, precise thrusts, groaning with each lazy roll of his hips.

“James-”

“Fuck, I love seeing you wear my patch baby. It’s so fucking hot-” He growls, the beast inside him suddenly taking control as he slams inside me, fucking me hard, the sight of me wearing his vest, wearing his colors driving him insane with lust.

I can only take it, try to hang on as sensations crash over me. His hands hold me in bruising grip and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am his and he is mine and I want all he has to give me, will give him all I have.

My climax hits me hard and fast, stealing my breath and if it wasn’t for the bed in front of me and James behind, I would collapse, my body white-hot and boneless.

James gives a strangled groan, his thrusts growing erratic before he presses against me one last time, his groan dragging into a roar of release. The pulses of his warm seed deep inside, the throb of his almost violent orgasm throws me into a second powerful climax and my voice breaks as my body shakes uncontrollably. Finally, my legs give out and I collapse forward, pulling James, still connected to me, down as well.

His body is a comforting crush, hot and hard and electrifying as he gasps for breath in my ear, groaning with residual shudders, his loins quivering against my ass. I’m panting and whimpering beneath him, deliciously devastated. Still breathing hard, he presses his lips to my throat and growls, nudging me with his hips and nipping my ear before withdrawing from my body and rolling onto his back. His strong arms band around me and pull me to his chest, holding me close; his nose trails along my jaw, his lips tenderly following.

He doesn’t speak but I hear what he’s telling me anyway.

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Sorry baby, running late. Give me 1o minutes.

I’ve just turned the key to lock the front door of my new shop when James’ text comes through. I’ve been working on renovating and changing the décor for the last week, and plan to open next Tuesday. It’s been a long ass day and once James picks me up, we’re going for a long ride on his bike before he takes me home to ravage sexually.

Okay, I’m running down to the corner store, pick me up there.

Can’t wait to get you home and into bed, baby.

Shut up and drive.

🙂

I smirk, pocketing my keys as I turn and smack directly into a person standing in front of me.

“Shit.” I wince. “I’m sorry, are you-” My voice dies in my throat as I take in the person I crashed into. A living wall, solid muscle and a familiar scowl. “Lurch?!”

“Bitch.” He snarls, back-handing me savagely.

What the fuck with the hitting? My mind mumbles as blackness takes me.

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Christmas Countdown Part 2.

[Masterlist.]

Days 1-5.

Day 6.

The day seemed to drag, and as soon as she returned home after a long day of classes, she curled up into a ball on the sofa. She sighed loudly, flicking aimlessly through the channels on the TV, feeling well and truly sorry for herself. She could say it was because she'd had a hard day, but apart from being long as hell and just as boring, nothing out of the ordinary had really happened. Maybe it was the weather? Miserable looking and bitterly cold. Deep down, she knew though. It had been almost twenty four hours since she sprawled out on this very sofa, grinning from ear to ear as she enjoyed her favourite Christmas film, thanks to her secret admirer. Today there was nothing. She knew there was no real pattern, but today she was impatient.

"Wow, you look how I feel."

Having been wrapped up in her thoughts, she jumped out of her skin as Chris slumped on the sofa next to her.

"What's eating you Powell?"

"My great auntie just passed away."

She found herself sitting up, back painfully straight, as she heard his words.

"God, I'm sorry Chris. Here I am moping around like a love sick teenager, and you're trying to deal with this." She pressed her hand lightly into his, giving him a quick squeeze.

"It's okay. I can't say we were super close. But it's still sad. I'm off first thing in the morning, see if I can help out the family in any way. Guess you and Kaitlyn will be having a girls night in then."

"I think Zack would have something to say about that.'

Chris frowned at her response.

"Didn't you see the note on the fridge? Zack's off on a date tonight. The note says don't wait up for the next few nights at least. Wonder who this guy is, must be kind of serious if he's taking a toothbrush round. I figured you would have seen the note seeing as it was practically on top of your little love note."

She scrambled upwards, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste to reach the fridge.

"Chris. Zack's note is on top of mine. Did you put it there?"

"Huh. I must have done. They were both there earlier, I must have accidentally covered your's without thinking. My bad." Giving her an apologetic smile, he slowly raised to his feet.

"I'm gonna go pack some things and get some rest. I'll see you in a few days."

After they exchanged a brief goodbye cuddle, she rounded on the fridge, fingers reaching out to grasp the note eagerly.

Day Six - To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world x.

Clutching the note tightly to her chest, she pottered back to the sofa, spending the next hour reading the same words over and over, smile growing broader with every passing minute.

Day 7.

"Hey sleepyhead, wake up."

She blinked repetitively as a familiar voice shook her from her sleep.

"Kaitlyn, what time is it?"

"Way too early. Sorry babe. Look I hate to have to do this to you when everyone else is away, but there's this awesome gig we've just been offered. Last minute thing, another band pulled out and we've been asked to fill the slot. It's kind of a big deal, but we have to leave now. I swear I'll be back first thing tomorrow, I just didn't want you waking up alone and having to find out by text."

She nodded her head in response, barely able to keep up so early in the morning.

Kaitlyn pushed her gently back on the bed, tucking the covers in tightly around her.

"You go back to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

***

She found herself curled up under a blanket, in the usual spot on the sofa that evening, feeling a little lost. This place seemed huge when she was all alone. She reached for her phone, hoping a little social media stalking would make her feel less lonely, when she realised she'd missed a text from an unknown number.

Day Seven - You've got five questions. Whatever you ask, I have to answer honestly. Choose wisely! x.

Now this was interesting! But also a little crazy. He must have known the obvious question would be about his identity. She had five questions, no chance was she wasting them. She could do with a little fun tonight.

Why are you doing this?

I wanted to buy you a nice gift, I looked in every shop you can think of. Then I realised that you deserve so much more than a piece of jewelry, or a new handbag. I want you to know just how much you mean to me, and this is the only way I can think how.

Big spoon or little spoon?

Ladies choice! As long as it's you in that bed with me I'll be happy.

What do you wear to bed?

I can't sleep unless I'm completely naked.

Can I text you anytime?

Yes.

And you'll reply?

We'll see about that. For now, you've had the five questions I promised you. Day eight is just around the corner x.

Damn it! She had the perfect opportunity to find out who was behind all this, and she'd thrown it away! Now she wasn't so sure she'd get another chance.

Day 8.

See you in ten mins, hope you know we're ordering food in, I'm in the mood for some serious junk food right now xxx

She smiled as she read the text from Kaitlyn. She was beyond excited for her return. She'd been delayed in traffic on the drive back so it had been yet another dull day with nobody around for company. She'd ventured out to the coffee shop and found Zig drowning in a sea of impatient looking customers that she wasn't brave enough to battle through, so she'd just come home and moped some more.

Suddenly the front door burst open and she found herself being knocked backwards on to the sofa, a small frame awkwardly tackling her side on with surprising force.

"Did ya miss me?" Kaitlyn grinned, chin propped on her shoulder.

"I was, but I'm starting to question why now you've just crushed me half to death."

"Pfftt, you're going soft in your old age!"

"Hey!" She giggled, shoving Kaitlyn playfully.

A swift knock at the door had them both heading towards it, curious as to who it could be.

"You could have waited to order food, how do you know what I want?" She frowned at Kaitlyn.

"I didn't order yet I swear."

Kaitlyn pulled the door back, and they both let out similar forms of confused little mews. On the doorstep was a large tub of ice cream, post it note neatly in place on the lid.

"Looks like I got back at the perfect time! Here, you have this, I'm calling dibs on the first scoop." Kaitlyn pinned the post it note sloppily on her chest as she bounded off in search of a spoon.

Day Eight - On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me eight maids a-milking x.

"Cool. That super old English Christmas rhyme! So I'm guessing he's gone for the cheaper option and cut out the middle maids here. And come to the assumption that a pint of ice cream would go down better than a pint of milk. And he'd be absolutely right of course! Free ice cream always tastes sooo much better than regular ice cream, am I right, or am I right?"

"That free ice cream, I think you'll find, is all for me!"

Day 9.

"I, for one, can not wait to eat everything in sight once we get to Abbie and Tyler's."

"Alright Zack, just because you haven't seen the light of day recently, no need to rub it in."

"Sounds like someone is regretting their choice of questions now. Honestly, how could you mess up like that? If you played your cards right you could have been at it like rabbits too."

She winced, both at his tone and words. Knowing he was probably right was frustrating to admit.

"All right you two, can we promise no more talk of this until after dinner? It's been a while since we all got together like this, and i could do with a nice happy evening now I'm back." Chris piped up from the back seat of her car.

"Fine." They both replied in unison.

***

An hour later they were mostly all sat down waiting to eat when the doorbell rang.

"Here he is."

"At last."

Zig winked, raking a hand through his hair as he entered the doorway.

"Sorry guys. Work was hectic today. This meal is the only thing that kept me going all day!"

"I know the feeling." Zack muttered sarcastically, prompting her to give him a kick under the table.

"I saved you a space over here Zig." She patted the vacant seat next to her, smiling as he slid in next to her, arm draping loosely across the back of her chair.

"What she means is no one else wanted to sit next to her, so you've drawn the short straw tonight my friend." Zack chuckled at his own joke.

She kicked him again, a little harder this time, but instantly regretted it as Zig grunted instead of Zack.

"Crap. Zig I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand dismissively. Jigging his feet a few times to try and ease the pain.

They fell into a comfortable silence as they all tucked in to the food. Half way through she realised someone was playing footsie with her underneath the table. After the third time, she retaliated. Their feet did a little dance together, and then she rubbed her calf suggestively against the offenders. She glanced around the room coyly, hoping to catch a glimpse of surprise on someone's face, but everyone was busy eating and chatting away, no out of the ordinary facial expressions at all. She realised at some point she must have been smiling like a fool, as her face dropped and her jaw suddenly ached. Her heart raced as she contemplated her actions. Did this mean one of her friends was her mystery lover? And had she really just attempted to flirt with one of them? What the hell was she doing? She was way too caught up in all of this.

Hours later, tummies full to the brim, they all bid farewell to Abbie and Tyler and hobbled out to the cars. Waving to James, and then Zig, as they drove off in their separate cars, she stilled as she spotted something poking out underneath one of her windscreen wipers, flapping lightly in the breeze. Her fingers worked quickly, finding yet another post it note as she freed it from the wipers grip.

Day Nine - A smile is a curve that sets everything straight x.

And just like that, the familiar ache she'd felt earlier on at dinner returned, as she beamed down at the latest note.

Day 10.

She smiled absentmindedly as she took her time strolling through the mall, people surrounding her frantically rushing for no real reason.

She'd decided to make a start on her Christmas shopping before things got too chaotic in the lead up to the big day. So far she'd picked up a scarf for her Mum and some novelty socks for her Dad that she knew were corny as hell and exactly the kind of thing he'd love.

Lacking inspiration, she decided to take a look around a book store. Maybe she'd find something in there for a gift? But she was more interested in finding something for herself. A book she could lose herself in, whilst she was holed up at home for the holidays. She'd already delayed her return home, pushing it back as far as possible before the big day. Nothing felt more like home to her now than right where she was, with her friends, they were the people she relied on more than anything.

As she perused the various different sections, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Whirling around, she came face to face with an employee, a book clutched tightly in her hand.

"Sorry to interrupt you. I'd just like to pass this on to you, I was told you'd be expecting it."

Handing the copy over, she returned to the front of the store at a startlingly quick pace.

Her eyes twinkled as she read the back cover. A book she'd read countless times, but one that always cheered her up and had her in stitches. Bridget Jones's Diary. A splash of pink poked out the top, grabbing her attention. As she had suspected, she found a pink heart shaped post it note as she thumbed through.

Day Ten - Thought you could do with something to keep you company when you go back home. I hope this book brings you comfort when I can't x.

Days 11-15.

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