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l-r-christian · 3 years ago

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Tied:The Huntress and The Original' part three

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Things gets hot and heavy between Y/N and Elijah and both open up to one another. Asmodeus sent out demons to find the oldest Winchester while Heaven is in a panic when word gets out the prophecy was fulfilled.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Simping!Elijah, A bit of angst, Y/N being not good with feelings

Elijah kissed Y/N hungrily as the heat raised between the two and hands roamed one another's bodies. Elijah took off Y/N's bra and his mouth was on her collar bone right away pulling a soft moan from her. Y/N mewled burying her fingers in Elijah's hair as he left bite marks on her as more of their clothes were removed as Y/N let out a breathy moan.

Elijah took one of her breast into his mouth as his hand cupped her other breast and pushed her back against the pillows moving his mouth along her body leaving marks in his wake.

"Elijah." Y/N breathed shivering feeling Elijah's mouth on her thigh leaving a mark there. Y/N mewled burying her fingers in Elijah's hair when mouth finally was where she needed him most. Y/N trembled as Elijah left marks on her thighs then moved to your clit making her moaned loudly.

"Fuck.....so...good." Y/N moaned out trembling as he worked her with his mouth and slip two fingers into her making her arching crying out his name. Elijah added a third finger getting her to arch when he curled his fingers flattening his tongue against her clit.

Elijah raised his head watching Y/N come undone she was shaking gripping the pillows as she came all over Elijah's fingers as the vampire kissed between her breast.

"There we are, beautiful." Elijah says licking his fingers clean after pulling them from her. Y/N pulled Elijah down kissing him tasting herself on his tongue moaning against his mouth as he entered her dripping core. Elijah groaned burying his face in her neck while her hands moved a long his back feeling his muscles flex while he moved.

"Oh....fuck....why....are...you so....good at this?" Y/N moan out as Elijah raised her leg to the crook of his arm and her mouth latched her mouth on his neck trying to leave marks. Elijah growled fucking her harder and deeper as he reached up pulling her hair tilted her head back placing his mouth on her thoat leaving marks there.

"A 1000+ years of practice, baby." Elijah said moaning when she began moving her hips to meet his thrusts. Y/N cried out when Elijah kissed her roughly as he began to pounded into her. Y/N moaned arching as her chest heaving as the vampire leaned back watching her writhing in pleasure under him.

Y/N's face was flushed her eyes closed tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook arching off the pillows when Elijah rubbed her clit. She cummed as her lover growled leaning down holding her arms above her head thrusting rougher.

"Fuck.....Y/N." Elijah growled as she cummed again and he followed after watching her fall back panting as he peppered her body with kisses. Y/N pulled him into a soft kiss making him hum softly as he pulled out and was about to lay down to pull her into his arms. But Y/N just pulled Elijah against her pulling a sigh from him as he nuzzled between her breast.

"In the morning we should head for New Orleans." Y/N said running her fingers through Elijah's hair making him relax against her as her other hand grabbed a sheet pulling it over their bodies.

"We should but for now sleep, baby." Elijah said softly getting quiet mutters from her. Morning came as the sunlight shined though the window as Elijah woke finding Y/N sitting looking at a map dressed in one of his shirts. It made him smile and moved behind her enjoying how she relaxed against his chest.

"What are you doing beautiful?"

"Looking for an easy way to New Orleans." Y/N answered Elijah marking a rout on the map as he pressed kisses on the back of her neck taking in her scent. Elijah hummed buried his face in her neck as for the first time Elijah felt like his other half and he wasn't going to let her go. It was nearing 12 PM when they got back on the road headed for New Orleans but not before stopping in a town and Elijah decided to spoil the huntress.

"I'm fine Dean. I am headed for New Orleans." Y/N said as Elijah watched her on the phone that he got her earlier as they sat in the back of her truck eating well more like Elijah feeding Y/N a fruit salad as she sat in his lap.

'New Orleans?! Why? We need you to head back to the bunker.'

"No can do. I have a witch to kill also to let Elijah's siblings know he is alive." Y/N tells her younger brother leaning back against Elijah's chest seeing his playful smirk something she had the pleasure of seeing the last few days.

'Wait?! You are with the guy that is the father of your prophecy baby?'

"Yeah for two days now," Y/N tells Dean pausing hearing a sound of wood snapping as Elijah held her tighter, "Dean gotta go. I'll call back later." Y/N said hanging up pulling out her shotgun cocking it with one hand as she got out of Elijah's lap.

When a large pitbull came walking out making Y/N lower her gun smiling crouching down hands out.

"Juliet, sweet baby." Y/N cooed softly as the Hound bounded to her licking and whining at the Huntress as she petted the Hellhound and another Hellhound trotted up whining to be petted too. Elijah blinked as he got out of the truck as a suited man stepped out frowning at Y/N seeing her making kissing faces as she mushed the hound's faces.

"Kitten, I wish you would stop baby my Hellhounds."

"Well Crowley tell them stop being such cute little Hell puppies." Y/N said in a baby voice as she mushed Juliet's face as the Hellhound had a derpy look on her face.

"Only you would find Hell's most feared beast adorable." Crowley says sighing stepping out noticing the Original and was quick to stand straight. Crowley knew of the Original family so to have one of the oldest vampires in front of him was quite imitating.

"What brings you by?"

"Asmodeus is looking for you since you kill his demons." Crowley tells the huntress making her frown.

"So he was the one that had all that set up."

"Of course. Your child is said to be a powerful being rivaling an Nephilim so I am leaving Romeo with you."

"That's sweet of you. If I didn't say any better you are getting soft Crowley." Y/N teased petting Romeo who licked her face leaning his body against her. Crowley smirked shaking his head leaving after telling her that Heaven knows of her being with Elijah.

"So you are friends with a demon." Elijah says as Y/N helped Romeo up into the truck getting a bright smile from the Winchester.

"Crowley is a friend started out as an enemy. He has always been looking out for me no matter what he says."

"And your love for the Hellhounds?" Elijah asked as Y/N closed the back of the truck when Elijah noticed the far off look on her face. Elijah gently cupped her face seeing the pain on her face as she subconsciously covered her abdomen.

"Love? Are you......" Elijah was cut off when Y/N pulled away harshly her eyes walking to the driver side of the truck.

"Let's get going."

"Y/N?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Y/N said lowly as Elijah picked up the pain in her tone one he knew all too well. Elijah made a note to ask later as he didn't want her in pain let alone holding onto it.

"I am here to listen when you want to talk." Elijah says cupping her face leaning in to kiss her but Romeo stuck his face between them. Y/N let out a laugh making Elijah smile enjoying the sound of it while Romeo licked her cheek.

"Alright boys let's get going."

Romeo had his head on Y/N's thigh as she drove with one hand on his head rubbing his ear. Elijah was surprised how comfortable he was with sitting in silence with Y/N.

"What is your family like?" Elijah heard Y/N ask making him look at her smiling.

"Well Niklaus is a headache but I can see good in him along with my younger brother Kol. Rebekah is....well a bit bratty but I know she'll adore you. Freya is my older sister calm trying hard to be a good sister. What of your brothers?"

"Dean is a hardheaded but as a good heart. My baby brother Sammy is too smart for his own good....tried to stay out of this life."

"You didn't grow up hunting?" Elijah asked her looking at her seeing a frown on her beautiful face.

"No....mom was killed by a demon. John train us in hunting and what started out as revenge turned into chasing a ghost." Y/N said remembering the long days of training and how John pushed her harder than her brothers.

"Your father sounds all most like my own."

"Really?" Y/N asked looking at him as the truck stopped at a red light as Elijah chuckled a bit nodding but he did know the difference between the men was the fact John didn't try to kill his own children.

"Mikael was a brutal man. But one thing I can take away that I learned from him is how to be a better father than he was."

"Elijah." Y/N said face turning red at the thought of Elijah holding their child or the three of settled off somewhere away from everything. Y/N tore her green eyes away from his mocha ones and started driving again as Elijah smirked hearing her heart racing.

"We should stop for the night."

"Yeah I'll find a motel."

"Oh love no. We are staying in a hotel." Elijah said having Y/N pull up to the nicest place in the town they were in. The room was nice every nice and Y/N let out a moan when she layed on the bed as it was the most comfortable bed she layed on.

"Comfortable?" Elijah asked smirking moving over Y/N as she reached up cupping his cheek and he leaned down kissing her softly.

"You are spoiling me."

"I am aware. I want to, I find myself adoring you."

"You are a giant sapp aren't you." Y/N teased as Elijah smiled leaning down kissing her then pulled away. Both got ready for bed and Romeo layed on her side of the bed as Elijah got in behind her.

"Night big guy."

"Goodnight baby." Elijah said softly kissing her bare shoulder lacing their fingers together as he held her close. Y/N relaxed against Elijah surprised with how safe he made her feel and was happy that he would be the father of her baby. Sleep came easy for the two unaware that Ketch was on his way toward their hotel along with Sam and Dean.

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson fluff

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monarch-of-creatures · 2 years ago

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My Characters in Octopath Traveler

Six paths and six stories. How will they all connect? [Admin's Note: Started playing Octopath recently and I love it! I could not help but think about my characters in that world so I decided to write a quick post about it :D]

Epic

Class: Huntress

Story Quest: A girl found as a baby in the forest by a nearby tribe and raised to be one of their own. When her twin brother goes missing after going out on a hunt, she sets out to find him.

Kyousuke

Class: Scholar

Story Quest: A teacher for the royal family but also one of their strongest protectors on the side. After one of the rare and precious items has been stolen and he is framed for stealing it, he goes to find the true thief to clear his own name.

Hikaru

Class: Dancer

Story Quest: An entertainer that is known for his singing and dancing in many taverns. When he finds out that some of his fellow dancers are disappearing, he leaves before his next gig to find out what is going on.

Shiro

Class: Thief

Story Quest: A boy who is great at breaking locks and pick pocketing off those who deserve it. When he finds out that a poor family has been robbed of all their valuables, he goes after the perpetrator to bring them back.

Yuri

Class: Warrior

Story Quest: A boy who's family disappeared when he was very young and had to fight his whole life to survive. After finding out what had happened to his family at adulthood and the ones to blame are those serving royalty, he must make a decision on what to do. But first, he needs more answers.

Corrine

Class: Merchant

Story Quest: A boy who grew up in a happy family full of merchants and decides to follow the family's business. After realizing that there are traveling merchants who bring back many treasures and stories of adventure, he wants to become one as well. But where should he start?

#oc #originalcharacter #multifandom #au #x reader #oc x canon #oc x character #reader insert #octopath traveler #octopath #more like Hexapath cause I have six characters hahah

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years ago

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Come As You Are

Summary: Dean takes Y/n dress shopping for a hunt, both of them blissfully unaware of where it will lead.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.9K+

Warnings: Language, self-esteem and body image struggles, public intercourse, unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it)

Author’s Note: This was written for an anonymous request,

“Hey babe I don’t know if your taking requests but I had a groovy idea dean x shy plus reader where they have to get the reader nice sexy clothes but she feels really uncomfortable in them and refuses to leave the dressing room and dean confess how he feels and they have sex in the dressing room ? Fluff and smut”

I truly enjoyed writing it so I hope it lives up to your expectations anon. Remember, feedback is like crack to writers, and we always love to hear what you thought xoxo Alex

Consider checking out a book from Alexandra’s Library!

A frown etched itself on her face as she ran her hand over the fabrics hanging from the racks. All of it felt foreign underneath her fingertips. Satin, chiffon, and everything else that was far more expensive than she was used to. Y/n’s wardrobe mostly consisted of denim and polyester blends that tended to fray after two washes. It was all that a hunter could afford, after all.

“How in the hell are we gonna afford any of this crap?” She whispered to Dean, who was eyeing the rack behind her, the gowns in front of him all a deep shade of red.

“Charlie’s miracle card, remember? There is no limit,” Dean raised his brow at her, a grin etched across his perfect face.

“Fine,” she groaned. “I still don’t see why I even need to go dress shopping, I’m sure I could find something in my closet.”

“I’ve seen your closet, and none of it is right for this case. You’ve got to distract the coroner for the night and you can’t do that in baggy jeans and flannel.” Dean huffed as he picked a dress off the rack. Y/n’s eyes went wide as she took it in, the hem was short for anyone’s standards, then add in the plunging neckline and this dress left nothing to the imagination.

“That is so not happening,” Y/n pointed at the offensive garment, her stomach fluttering at the simple idea of even trying to slip into it. Every spot on her body that she hated would be on full display in that thing. Her thick thighs, the roll that sat on her bra just under her arms, and don’t get her started on her abdomen.

“Come on, just try it. You never know ‘till you try it on.”

“Ugh,” Y/n snatched the dress from his hand before stalking off to look at more dresses. There were a couple more options that she grabbed to try on that were closer to her comfortability level. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be caught dead in any of the items in her arms. But Dean had this way about him, always able to convince her to do anything without question. Maybe it was the way his skin crinkled around his eyes or the brightness that always seemed to live behind those deliciously green eyes? Who was she kidding, it was all of that and then some. The huntress had fallen hard for him from that first meeting. Sometimes she wondered why she chose to torture herself.

Dean Winchester was the cream of the crop when it came to hunters, as was his baby brother, Sam. The whole world knew who they were, including heaven and hell, so how could she be expected to resist him when he smiled at her the way he does. Or even when he made her coffee in the mornings just how she liked it and picked up chocolate and pain killers for her when he knew it was that time of the month. He was exceedingly attentive to her, something that she was sure he only directed at Sam. It was just another thing that surprised her about the legend of a man.

Yeah, like an idiot she fell for the eldest Winchester. There was no stopping it even though she was certain that her feelings would never be reciprocated. Y/n wasn’t like the other woman that Dean went for when he was on the prowl at bars. It’s not that she was ugly, it was that she was plain at best. People didn’t turn their heads when she walked in the room, men’s gazes didn’t linger on her from across the bar, no, Y/n was merely average. That’s how she knew that Dean would never see her as more than a friend because he had never looked at her in any form of want.

“Are you ready to try those on?” A sales woman’s voice broke her out of her unrelenting train of thought. Dean answered for her before she could process the woman’s words.

“Yes, please.” He smiled brightly and Y/n watched as the woman’s face flushed under his gaze. Y/n almost felt bad for the woman who was now just another victim to his charm. The saleswoman at least would be able to relish in his attention, wondering about what could have been had Y/n not been there with him. Y/n on the other hand already knew her fate. But mostly, if she was being honest, she was jealous.

Dean put his hands on her shoulders and guided her along behind the boutique worker who took them into the back of the store where the dressing rooms were located. The area was mostly quiet, just the music from the speakers could be heard in the space. Three large mirrors sat in front of a stage on the far wall, the rooms spaning out on either side of it. In the center of the room were three plush chairs for those waiting for others to sit in.

The worker unlocked a door for her as Dean plopped down in one of the chairs. Y/n slipped behind the door, letting out a deep breath as it closed behind her. If there was one thing she hated it was trying on clothes. Nothing ever seemed to fit her right or look anything like what it did on the hanger. It made the task a constant battle with her self-consciousness.

Y/n had always carried extra weight on her body. It wasn’t that she didn’t live an active lifestyle, she was a hunter, after all, it was the diet that hunters were accustomed to. It was fast food and dives in every small town in America. Not many mom and pop places tended to offer an egg white omelet, and it wasn’t her inclination to eat them either. So, she had always been bigger than most, and if she was being honest she had grown used to that. Maybe she used it as a shield to protect herself. Making connections with people as a hunter only tended to end in heartbreak, so this was easier.

The hunter hid the scary red thing Dean had selected behind all the rest of her haul, hoping she would find something before she ever even got to the thing. Y/n stripped from her flannel and jeans tossing them on the bench in the corner. She also added her bra to the pile, knowing all of these garments necessitated that she did not wear one. That left her in her favorite pair of panties. They weren’t anything special, but they made her butt looked its best.

The first dress in the line up was a straight black dress that hit just above her knee. The neckline wasn’t anything too crazy but the sleeves rolled off the shoulders a strip of fabric wrapping around her bust. Y/n was able to slip it on and tug up the zipper on the side. With a slide of her hands against the fabric, she frowned at her reflection. Not that it would flatter any figure, in her opinion.

“What’s taking so long in there?” Dean called out from his spot in front of the mirrors.

“I’m not coming out in this thing,” she called back as she began to take the dress back off.

“Oh, come on sweetheart,”

“Nope, next,” Y/n heard him huff even through the door and she imagined he rolled his eyes as well.

The next dress was a deep blue color. It had a wrap and pencil skirt, with an asymmetrical shape between the hem and the neckline. She supposed it was pretty but it also kind of looked like she had wrapped herself in a towel. Mostly, she felt like the point in the neckline was going to stab her in the throat, and she was not sure how to be sexy when she was trying not to die. It was another pass for her.

There was only one dress left, and at that moment she was wishing to whoever was listening that she had picked out a few more choices. Dean was whistling now, some Zeppelin tune she couldn’t exactly identify and she knew he was getting impatient. Y/n swapped the fabrics on her body, pulling the thin straps of the red satin piece up onto her shoulders. The dress clung to her skin, the fabric lightweight.

“Y/n/n,” Dean’s voice was just outside the door, the new proximity of it startling her. “Come on, you have to show me at least one. I know you and you’ll just try vetoing them all.” Y/n swore under her breath because he was right and it pissed her off that he knew her that well. The zipper was out of her reach on her back and she supposed she wouldn’t be able to truly see what it looked like on her unless she zipped it up.

“Fine, I need help with this zipper anyway,” she sighed and held the fabric against her naked chest while opening the door with her other. Dean was beaming when he came into view on the other side of the door. He snuck inside faster than a flea, the slamming of the door startling her again.

Get it together woman, you kill monsters for a living, Y/n cursed herself.

“Turn,” Dean instructed her with his fingers, and the woman obliged as she faced the mirror. Dean brushed her hair off her shoulder with his fingertips, the action barely distinguishable but it sent the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. With one hand holding the bottom stop, he used the other to tug on the pull tab, sliding together the teeth in one fluid motion.

“Thanks,” Y/n’s words were soft as she made eye contact with the green-eyed hunter in the mirror. He ran his tongue of his bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh between his teeth as his eyes wandered over her exposed skin.

Y/n visibly cringed as she looked at herself. Unfortunately, this was her favorite out of the three, but that didn’t mean she felt like she could venture anywhere in public in the thing. “Sweetheart, if that coroner hadn’t already been eyeing you up today, he would not know where to start when he sees you in this.”

“Shut up,” Y/n scrunched her nose as she spun around to whack Dean’s shoulder. “You are so full of it.”

“Am not,” Dean scoffed, his eye softening before he continued. “Y/n, why don’t you see how beautiful you are?”

Y/n whipped around to stare at him, her arms crossing over her chest, not believing that those words come out of his mouth. Surely, he was playing with her…

“Have you looked at me, Dean?” Y/n slapped her hands against her thighs, emphasizing their jiggle upon impact. “I’m nothing special.”

“I have looked at you,” His gaze traveled down her body again, his breath hitching slightly as he did so. “I’ve been looking at you for a while now.” The drop in Dean’s voice sent heat rushing through her body, the gravel undertone making her shiver.

“Dean--” words escaped her as the hunter stepped into her personal space, pushing her back against the mirror. Dean’s left hand came to rest against the reflective surface just beside her head as he chewed on his lip.

“I don’t think you know how hard it is for me to keep my eyes off of you,” he leaned into her, his nose brushing alongside hers. “And now, seeing you in this dress, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

A rush of confidence coursed through her blood as his hot breath fanned over her face and Y/n slipped her hands behind his neck, pulling his lips down to meet hers. The movement was anything but smooth, though the action sent both of the hunters into action. Dean growled as he nipped her lower lip and she opened up to him, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth.

A moan involuntarily came from her as his hands moved to her hips, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin material where his finger pressed into her flesh. He stepped back, pulling her after him as he backed up and dropped to sit on the plush bench. Dean bunched up the material to her hips as he urged her to straddle his lap. Y/n used her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, the new bulge in his pants a surprise to her as she settled in his lap.

“Yeah, and you thought I was kidding,” Dean took in the slight rise in her brow, leaning forward to run his lips across her jaw, taking note of the places that made her shiver. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she allowed Dean to explore her body and let herself just feel him. Dean raked his teeth along with the shell of her ear, causing her to buck her hips and both of them to groan.

“Fuck,” her words were a breath on her lips as she repeated the action, the roughness of his jeans just enough friction on her aching sex.

“That’s it, beautiful, take what you need,” Dean sat back and used his hands to keep her body moving against his own, watching the way her brows scrunched together in the center of her forehead. With a shift of his hips, he had her pushed back and straddling his left thigh, his hands still in their place on her hips. “Can you come like this, sweetheart?”

“I don’t--” a jolt of electricity had her halting her denial, instead she chose to just nod and place her hands against his chest to balance her movement. She could feel Dean’s heart hammering in his chest under her palm and the quick rise and fall of his breath. Even at this moment, she was disbelieving that he was that turned on watching her get herself off on his thigh, but she had the proof hammering under her fingertips. Y/n was biting her lip to keep quiet in the small room. “Dean, I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you, come for me, Y/n,” he husked as his grip tightened, though she wasn’t sure how that was even possible, seeing as there was already gonna be bruises there later, that she was sure of. The sound of his voice reverberating in her head had the coil snapping inside of her, heat flooding her body as every nerve sparked and faded out. A rush of air left her lungs, her body slumping as her muscles relaxed post-orgasm.

“Oh my god.” As her arousal ebbed from her body and the reality of what just happened came to her sense, Y/n clammed up and she tried to climb from his lap. Blood rushed to her face and her hands flew to her cheeks to hide the heat settling there.

“Woah, where are you going?” Dean stopped her from making a hasty exit, his eyes searching hers in question.

“Dean, what the hell just happened?”

A smirk replaced the confusion on his face as he leaned forward and nuzzled his face in her neck, tracing his tongue up her pulse. “You just got yourself off on my thigh while I tried not to cream my jeans,” he breathed in her ear. It was like he already knew every button to push on her body, his dirty talk doing everything she needed it to for her body to already be aching for him again.

“I--”

“Shh, sweetheart. That was hot as fuck, and all I want now is to be buried deep inside that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Jesus,” her eyes shifted to his, taking in the mischievous glint shining behind his iris. “You aren’t kidding.”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ at the end of his word and Y/n nodded as she climbed off him. She turned her back to him so he could undo the zipper, and it took a second for Dean to catch on to her silent action. He jumped to the edge of the bench and tugged down the zipper before sliding the material down her shoulders. Dean hooked his fingers into the edge of her panties, placing a kiss on the dip in her lower back before pulling the soaked material to pool at her feet along with the dress. He stood then as she turned back to him and pushed his jacket and flannel down his arms, adding it to the pile of discarded clothes in the room.

“Come, on we don’t have a lot of time before someone gets suspicious.” There was a quiver in her voice as she lifted the hem of his tee and tugged open his belt. It was taking everything in her to quell the shaking in her hands. Dean’s fingers came down to wrap around her wrists, halting her movement and she looked up at him.

“Y/n we don’t have to,” he was trying to read her mind as he examined her face. The trepidation was seeping through her pores, but not because she didn’t want this. Hell, the painful ache between her legs told her how much she wanted this, but her brain couldn’t help to race through the million thoughts about what it all meant.

“No, I-- God do I want this,” Y/n began chewing on the inside of her cheek as she tried to come up with the words to explain to him what she was thinking. But the longer the time passed the more nervous she grew, standing there stark naked and he’s still basically fully dressed. “I think I’ve wanted this for a long time now, but I’m just scared.”

“Of?” He urged her to continue.

“That this doesn’t mean the same thing to you,” Y/n cast her glance down, her eyes fixated on the way the fluorescent light glinted in the metal of his belt.

“You think that this is about getting my dick wet for me.” It wasn’t a question, because she had all but spelled it out for him. “Y/n,” He put his fingers under her chin and turned her head back up to his, brushing his lips against hers, the action soft and unhurried. “I told you, I’ve been watching you for a while now, trying to learn everything I could about you. I would have done this the first night I met you if I hadn’t thought about what it would do to you. But I’m done being scared because I think I fell for you a long time ago and no amount of whiskey or other women could make me forget that. So I’m done fighting it.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears now, and Dean answered her with another kiss, pulling her body flush against his own as he invaded her mouth. The pair only pulled apart when they could no longer fight the need for air. “Dean--”

“Yeah,” he breathed, dropping his grip on her to finish what she started with his belt. Y/n watched his movements, her breath getting caught in her throat as she watched him pull his length from its cotton confines. Dean signaled for her to turn with one hand as he stroked himself with the other. She obliged, of course, and Dean pushed her gently between her shoulder blades until her hands were pressed against the mirror. He nudged her legs to open a tad wider, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

“Do we--”

“I’m good if you’re good,” she told him, knowing where he was going with his question. He nodded to her before lining himself up with her entrance. Dean held her gaze as he entered her from behind, both of them sighing together as he became fully seated. Y/n closed her eyes as she tried to compose herself, her head falling between her arms.

“Fuck, open your eyes, look at yourself,” Dean was biting his tongue as he swatted her ass to get her to lift her head again. She indulged him, looking at herself in the mirror before turning her eyes back to his in the mirror. “There you go,” he praised her, the words like music to her ears as he pulled back out and slammed into her hips.

Dean set up a steady rhythm, careful to not shake the walls of the dressing too much with his movement. The couple kept their eyes on each other in the mirror, the moment the most erotic thing she could ever remember doing, but for the life of her, she couldn’t be bothered by it. Even from her vantage point, she could see how blown his pupils were, the black of his iris’ all but drowning out the green that she loved so much. To be honest, she wasn’t sure which she liked more now. All she did know was the feeling of him moving inside her and the way her muscles were shaking.

A small knock had Dean stilling his movements, and Y/n stood up, pressing her back against his chest. He slipped an arm around her chest as she signaled for him to be silent. “You doing alright in there?”

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat and let out a breath, “Yeah,” she called back, afraid her voice would be too wrecked if she said anything else.

“Is there anything else I can get you? Maybe some different sizes?” The saleswoman tried again.

“Nope, I’m all set, thank you.”

“Okay, just let me know.” The sound of her footsteps could be heard retreating from the dressing room, and Dean pressed his face into her neck, the pair of them chuckling.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he adjusted their position, resuming the movement of his hips as he snaked his free hand down to rub against her clit. Y/n jolted in his arms at the contact, this time closing her eyes as he built her back up. “I’m right behind you. Can you come for me again?” Y/n nodded against him, her hands flying to his forearm as she felt herself jumping over the cliff, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her knees buckled and Dean had to adjust himself to keep her from falling, still fucking her from behind as her fluttering walls milked him to his own orgasm. He bit into her shoulder to keep himself from groaning out loud.

“Sweet Jesus,” her body went limp in his arms as the pair of them caught their breath in the now muggy space.

“Yeah, you are so not going out with that coroner tonight. We will find a different way.” Dean admitted as he pulled his now softening cock from her. Y/n flinched at the feeling and the subsequent rush of his release inside her.

“What?” She turned to him as he began righting himself, not understanding why he didn’t want her to do her job.

“‘Cause you are all mine now,” Dean tugged her into his chest, his fingers around one of her biceps. “And I want to spend all night making sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Dean laughed as she blinked at him, clearly lost for any sort of coherent answer to what he just told her.

“Get dressed so we can get out of here and kick Sammy out of our motel room.” Dean tapped her ass again and she pushed him away from her, a stupid grin on both of their faces.

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bonkwrites · 4 years ago

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Come On, Fuck Me, Emo Boy (Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Description: Shigaraki’s only sanctuary is you but he’s too busy to appreciate any peace recently.

Warnings: begging, a bit, if you squint. Some switch!shiggy/switch!reader. riding?? is that a warning??? Idk this isn’t beta read either so plz enjoy at ur own risk. degradation of you squint.

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You get it. Fighting the heroes is end game, he’ll never hold you above that, you understand that about him. But, now that All For One is in jail, you can be out as a couple within LOV, so why won’t he let you in on anything? When had he gotten so far from you?

You thought you were making progress, getting him to ditch the creepy hands, put the cream on his skin…. when had he gone backwards?

“Baby?” You poke your head out of the bedroom door when you hear the door close.

“It’s just us.” Shigaraki replies, the sound of boots and shoes being kicked off in the mud room echoing through the increasingly lonely apartment.

“Cool.” You step out of the bedroom, sweatpants and his sweatshirt hanging off you.

“Y/n!” Toga slings herself onto you in a hug.

“Get off my girlfriend.” Shigaraki deadpans, glaring are Toga.

“We’re friends!” Toga insists.

“We barely know each other, Toga.” You reply, holding her away at arms length. “Take me out to dinner first.”

“Don’t tempt her.” Dabi says from the kitchen island.

“Are you guys having a meeting?” You walk away from Toga to give Shigaraki a welcome-home hug.

“Yeah.” Shigaraki replies. “Go back to bed.”

“I wasn’t asleep.” You say. You’ll stay this time. “I’ll just stay, won’t even listen.”

The cold had been bitterly biting at you through the walls of your apartment all day so Shigaraki’s odd warmth despite his quirk was a welcome experience. You leave your head squished against his chest and you feel a hand slide up your back to settle between your collarbones. He’s wearing the artist’s gloves you bought him. They were the high quality ones.

“Whatever.” He drags. “So, guys..”

You tune out most of his monologuing and droning about the LoV’s next plans. There’s no reason for you to listen and Shigaraki told you that you could be tortured if anyone captured you to give information, or even have your mind read, so the less you knew the better.

“What about you, Y/n?” Twice asks. “Doing anything fun this weekend?”

“Hunting.” You reply. “Hanging out here when I can but this one’s high profile.”

“Get that cash, girl!” Toga hypes you up, high-fiving you.

“Who is it?” Dabi asks. You narrow your eyes, he’s only with the LoV if it benefits him.

“A huntress never revels her prey.” You raise a finger to your lips.

“You’re so badass.” Shigaraki says. “Let me give you targets.”

“I’m freelance, baby.” You pull away to give him a kiss on the nose. “The LoV is too popular for me, I like to hide away.”

“I’ll hide you away.” Shigaraki leans down to kiss you. Twice whistles and Toga giggles. Maybe he wasn’t as pulled back as you thought.

After the League sees their way out it’s just you two. Shigaraki sits comfortably on the couch, playing video games to unwind while you lounge out next to him, your legs thrown over his thighs.

“Hey.” Shigaraki puts down the remote after about an hour. You look up from your phone, buried in his sweatshirt. “About what I said… you know I wouldn’t pull you into the LoV unless you wanted to come willingly, right?”

It’s easy to forget that he thinks behind that scary mask of a villain he throws up for missions. You smile and nod.

“I know, baby.” You reply. “I would work for you if we weren’t in a relationship.”

“That’s the only reason why?” He asks, shuffling around to wrap himself around your legs, head on your stomach.

“It would fuck with our dynamic, don’t you think? You would hold a lot of power over me by controlling my clientele. I like it now, we’re equals.” You put your hand in his hair, ignoring your phone completely now.

“I like it too.” He agrees. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” You reply. “I wish I could show you off.”

“You’d show me off?” He asks, looking up to see your face.

“You think I wouldn’t? Parade you around? Make you my arm candy on my undercover missions? Pretty boy hanging off me?” You watch his blush crawl up his neck to spread across his cheeks.

“Pretty boy.” He scoffs, hiding his head back in the fabric of the hoodie. You giggle.

“I could dress you up, get you in a suit, buy you a martini at the bar and all you’d have to do is keep your arm around me-“ you run your hand down his arm to squeeze it- “and let me con my way into my next kill.”

“You’ve had lots of arm candy, then?” He asks. Always the jealous type, you think, he never had much to call his, did he?

“Nope.” You reply. “At least… not arm candy as good as you.”

He looks up at you, silent for a moment, before he moves up quickly to kiss you. You get caught off guard a little but you wrap your arms around him easily. He hums, kissing you slowly, letting you kiss him back just as slowly.

You tug on his hair just a little and he moans, a shiver running down his spine. You smile, breaking the kiss.

“What are you doing?” He asks, head ducking to your shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down.

“Treating my pretty boy well.” You reply, kissing him again. This time, you let him grind his hips into yours. He moans shakily and you whimper into the kiss, hands tangled in his hair.

“You wanna go to bed?” He pulls back from the kiss. You nod and follow him to the bedroom.

“Sit down.” You put your hand on his shoulder and push him to sit on the edge of the bed. He puts his hands on your waist, looping his thumbs into the waistband to pull them down.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Shigaraki pulls you down into his lap with his hands on your thighs. “I could fuck you all day and never get bored.”

“Could you?” You ask, hands in his hair.

“Yeah. F-fuck.” You grind your hips down into him and tug on his shirt. He pulls it off.

“Come on, then.” You kiss him. “Fuck me.”

He kisses you, hand roaming up to tangle in your hair and pull on it. You arch your back, neck bared for him. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth biting little bruises into your skin. You gasp, hands spreading across his shoulders.

“B-babe-“ you gasp. his hand slides up your torso to play with your nipples. you whimper, back arching further.

“I love this.” He growls. “You’re so sensitive. I’m gonna play with you all night.”

“Fuck me.” You say, words slightly broken.

“You’re so pushy.” He lets go of your hair and your boob to grab onto your hips. He twists you both around so that you’re under him.

“Shi- Shigaraki-“ You stutter out his name as he kneels between your legs, pulling your panties down and throwing them off the bed.

“I’ll help myself.” He growls before pushing your thighs apart and putting his head between your thighs.

You moan, hands pushing into his hair. He grunts, eating you out like you’re his last meal on earth. Your thighs fight to close but he pushes them back down, the actual meals you’ve been feeding him are paying off in strength.

“Fuck- baby- you’re- you’re so good at that what the fuck.” You struggle to form cohesive sentences through the pleasure.

His fingers dig down into your thighs and you cry out, the slight pain mixing in with the pleasure deliciously. He moans as he eats you out, one hand leaving your thigh to press two fingers into you. You arch your back and he pulls his face away to watch you grind down onto his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan. He smiles up at you sinisterly.

“Are you gonna cum?” He baits. You nod, your hands pulled out of his hair. One of them grips at the sheets and the other tries to reach your clit.

He catches your wrist with a glare.

“You’ll cum from just my fingers inside you.” He demands. “Won’t you, slut?”

The name makes you gasp as thrusts his fingers in and out of you. You nod, biting your lip as you buck your hips on his fingers.

“I need more.” You cry out, squirming down, trying to get his fingers deeper impossibly so.

“Oh, do you?” He says, voice hoarse. He pushes in a third finger and you gasp, shuddering as he thrusts them slowly.

“Shiggy~” you pull out the nickname you use for him when you’re trying to act cute. His eyes get wider and he laughs, turning his head to kiss your thigh.

“Sorry, babe, am I being mean?” You nod and he bends down to let his breath graze over your clit.

“Guess it makes sense that I’m a villain then.” He leans in to close thie distance and licks at your clit.

You whimper loudly, hips twitching. He’s gotten you so close from his fingers that you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your hands go back to his hair, tugging on it.

“I’m- I’m- Cum- I’m gonna cum- fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moan loudly as your hips buck into his mouth and fingers. He grins as he pulls back, watching you ride your orgasm.

“F- fuck-“ he climbs up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his tongue. He moans, pants and boxers long forgotten as he grinds into you.

“Fuck me.” You whisper when he pulls back. “Come on, fuck me.”

“You’re so fucking hot, babe, fuck.” He growls into your neck as he lines himself up and slowly thrusts in.

You moan lowly, hands on his back digging in. He starts up a slow pace, content for a while to get those sweet moans he likes so much, before he sets a quicker pace. You moan and whimper loudly, crying out for him as he manipulates your hips to go where he wants them.

“Fuck- baby- eating you out turned me on so much I can’t-“ He’s so sensitive, you think, a hand curving up his neck to pull on his hair.

“Let me ride you.” You whisper into his ear and he nods, stopping and pulling out.

You smirk as you straddle him, taking his hands in yours and intertwining your fingers. He moans as you sink down onto you but you stay mostly still, grinding down just slightly.

“What are you doing? Just. Go already.” He moans, eyes looking up at you.

“Ask nicely.” You whisper. You let go of his hands to bend down and kiss with your hands on his face.

“Ask- what?” He’s so turned on he can barely understand you. You scoff out a laugh, one hand still on his face.

“I’ll just give you a word.” You grind down again and he moans. “Beg.”

“F-Fine.” He hisses. “Please ride me. I’m not above begging, just- just ride me.”

Hearing him beg satisfies your soul. Smirking, you lift your hips and bring them back down, continuing to bounce on his cock as he slowly falls apart beneath you. You moan breathily, hands on his chest as he grips your hips.

“I’m gonna cum- baby- oh, oh, fuck-“ he bucks his hips up off the bed as he cums, moaning loudly, fingers pressing bruises into your skin.

You lift off of his slowly, muscles aching, and lay beside him panting for a moment.

“Hey.” He turns over, hand grazing your cheek. You smile at him. “I like you.”

“I like you too, Shiggy.” You say, leaning in to kiss him.

What a dream this was.

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cajunquandary · 4 years ago

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Denim and Demon Blood

Pairing | Dean x Reader

Summary | When Dean fails to back up the Reader on a hunt, she almost pays the price.

Warnings | Canon-level violence, Drinking, Smut, Fluff, Slow burn? Constant burn? There’s definitely some burning in here.

Wordcount | 4200

A/N | This was written for @supernatural-jackles SPN Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge, @herstarburststories Follower Celebration and @waywardsistershy Daily Imagine Prompt Two. Prompts used are in bold and all kind of smashed into each other in my head, leading me to create this. It’s is my very first time writing anything smutty and one of my first creations back from hiatus, unbeta’d as usual so any mistakes belong to yours truly. Thank you for those who cheered me on through the process! @negans-lucille-tblr @icecream-and-gadreel @thinkinghardhardlythinking @carryonmywaywardcaptain Your advice helped make this happen. FEEDBACK IS LIFE. *enjoy the bonus gif*

Y/N was nothing short of pissed. Foul blood and remnants of demon dripped from her jeans. Still heart still pounding with the raw adrenaline of the fight, she stormed out of the back alley and towards the slick black Impala idling patiently in the street. What she couldn’t decide on was what was worse? The demon catching her with her guard down, her partner not having her back, or that she’d had to rely on him anyway. For years she’d hunted alone. Why had this time been different?

Of course, she knew the reason, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

There was a very large, very handsome and charming distraction. One that nearly cost her life. If nothing else, this could not be allowed to happen again. Y/N hunted with the Winchester men from time to time when they needed backup. She knew them as nothing more than twisted monster-killing versions of coworkers. Instead of standing at a coffee pot on a midday break, she would share a round of drinks at a bar, covered in God-knows what.

She reached the car and yanked open the trunk, searching for a change of clothes in her bag. Dean advanced quickly to her side, reminding her to “be easy with the goddam car.”

Y/N ignored him, and there in the middle of the dark, empty street, pulled off her blood-soaked clothes and slipped into a spare set of pants and wool pullover. The chill of the night raised goosebumps until they covered her skin, and Dean was mesmerized by them.

“Just gonna stand there and stare, Winchester? Or are you gonna be useful and get in the car?” She snapped, feeling his eyes on her.

This broke the spell, and Dean clenched his jaw and sulked towards the driver’s door, moaning as if in pain when she slammed the trunk shut. Begrudgingly, Y/N slid into the front seat, ready for the trip back home to be over already.

Typically, Dean would turn on the radio or put in his personal cassette mix; tonight, the air of the cab was thick and heavy and all too quiet. Y/N knew that he was waiting for her to talk, to yell or at least something, but she just sat there, legs crossed and arms folded, eyes staring into nothing. She was positioned as far away from him as she could possibly be.

Dean sighed, knowing that he should have been there sooner. He should have called to tell her there were two demons rather than one. He gripped the steering wheel as tightly as possible, until his nails dug into his palms and the skin over his knuckles grew whiter than an apple core, skin protesting under the stretch. All of this could have been avoided if he’d just made the damn call instead of using it as an excuse to come see her. In his defense, he begged her to wait for him, but the hardened huntress was headstrong. Once she got a lead, she chased it like a bloodhound until it was over, one way or another.

Y/N heard his sigh and saw him tense, but she was still too upset with him. Would a phone call have really been that much of an inconvenience? Or did Dean just not give a crap? She sensed him open his mouth in an effort to speak, but no words came and his mouth clamped shut again, temple throbbing with frustration.

“Unless that’s an apology coming out of your mouth, Winchester, I don’t want to hear it.” Y/N diverted her eyes from the road towards Dean, locking onto his gaze.

Man, if her eyes were daggers, I’d be dead, Dean thought.

Her sharp, stony regard froze him for a moment, just long enough for her to break it and reach towards the radio. His hand slapped hers away in reflex, used to forcefully at times reminding Sam that driver picks the music. That was the match that lit the powder keg. Y/N punched him in the arm just hard enough to make him understand how much she was done with his bullshit.

The whole time she was seething at him, though, it was all she could do to keep her eyes off of him. It was bad enough that the whole car smelled like him—leathery and woodsy and just the right level of musk. It was intoxicating and threatened to undo her from the inside out. She struggled to hold it together, knowing she had every right to be furious with the man, but feeling the anger fade away to… something new. Something warm and growing within her core, radiating through her whole being in gentle electric waves that mirror the steady rumble of Baby’s engine.

When his hand had knocked hers away from the dash, the touch felt like a sip of cool water after wandering parched and dying through the desert for an unknown amount of time; when she’d punched him, she tried to not only make a statement, but to send the unwanted feeling back to where it came from. The attempt was unsuccessful however, and only made her want more. She was quickly losing control.

“You seem angry.”

“No shit, Dean.”

“Oh, so it’s ‘Dean’ now is it?”

“Shut up, Winchester.” She scowled, now unable to pull her eyes away from him. The sparse light of the cab lit the angles of his face beautifully. As he moved and fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, different bits of him illuminated: the edge and twitch of his jaw, clenching and unclenching, his brows furrowed, dark eyes trained on the road ahead, a thin line of sweat running from his hairline downwards, tracing his throbbing carotid down to the valley of his collarbone, pausing for a moment before continuing its journey down his chest until it disappeared behind the flannel. Y/N shook her head in a frustrated attempt to withdraw her attention from the handsome jerk.

Dean took notice of her lingering, now much kinder, eyes. He watched out of the corner of his own as her pupils dilated, giving her away. His face lifted a little in a contented smirk, shoulders rising as he adjusted his posture once more with a new found confidence.

“Why are you so angry?”

Y/N grimaced, again ripped back to the present and away from her fantasies. “You know what, I’m not anymore.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. There’s a reason I hunt alone. You can’t trust anybody but yourself,” she spat.

Dean nodded, understanding his mistake and honestly wanting to make up for it. He just didn’t know how. Talking things through always worked on Sam, so he thought he might give it a shot. “Well you still seem pissed.”

“You know what, Winchester?” Y/N pivoted in her seat so that she was completely facing him, so he could feel the full force of what she was about to unleash. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, sweetheart, and when you say I seem angry, I get angrier. And there's nothing like a mad woman. So, if you know what’s good for your pighead, stop making it worse. Besides, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

The old car pulled into her drive, taking the bumps and dips like a champ. Y/N couldn’t wait to be far away from Dean—to see his taillights flying back out towards the road. Before Dean could even pull to a stop in front of the small cabin, Y/N leapt from the car. As fast as he could, Dean threw it in park and took out the key, discarding it on the front seat. Y/N had already retrieved her bag from the trunk and was making the short trek up to the front door. Dean bounded behind her, not wanting to lose his shot with the huntress he’d secretly grown so fond of in the last years.

Y/N reached for the doorknob, but Dean’s hand covered it first, blocking her and coming dangerously close. She could feel herself straining to touch him, to feel that electricity surge through her again, but she fought it with everything she had. She wasn’t that kind of girl. If Dean Winchester wanted a one-night stand, he would have to find it elsewhere.

The two hunters stood there, squared off at each other yet close enough to share breaths. Their eyes were locked, each determined to win against the other.

Dean broke first, slowly lifting his hand to stroke the side of Y/N’s face then cupped it tenderly. Although the touch sent shockwaves through her, expending her resolve, Y/N didn’t flinch. She caught and held her breath, steeling herself against him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know I should have called. I…” Dean’s face fell, bringing it dangerously more close to hers. “I just wanted to see you again. I missed you, and if anything had happened to you tonight I never—” His voice broke, tears gathering along his closed lashes. When he opened his eyes, the deep green of them, floodlit by the full moon above, forced the withheld breath from Y/N.

She began to tremble lightly, choking out a quiet, “Really?”

Y/N dropped the bag to the porch deck, searching his eyes deeply for answers, her mind racing miles a minute. Was this another dream? She loved and could appreciate both of the brothers, but here was Dean, standing before her, close enough to exchange body heat, asking for her. Wanting her.

He released a strained chuckle, a single tear flowing free down his cheek now. “Of course, Y/N. If I could leave all this shit behind, if it all finally ended, all I’d want to do is come home to you.”

She reached an unsteady hand to wipe it away, leaning in closer. He met her the rest of the way and let out a shaky sigh of relief when their foreheads met, lips close, parted and ready. Y/N wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, drawing her body in closer to feel every inch of him.

She whispered with closed eyes, completely enraptured in him, “I dare you to kiss me, then.”

Without hesitation, Dean scooped her even tighter in his arms, stumbling backwards into the wall of the cabin. When their lips met, Y/N shuddered. They were so warm and needy, Dean’s tongue teasing hers, making her want—no, need—more. She lifted her leg up slightly, wrapping her ankle around his, the growing bulge under his jeans so deliciously close to her raging hearth. She moaned into his mouth, dizzy and starting to lose balance.

He played on the shift and spun them around, pinning her up against the wall. With one arm braced above her, the other still around her waist, Dean pressed into her, grinning as she gasped, her mouth falling open.

“You know,” He growled playfully in her ear, teeth grazing the soft spot just behind it. “I kinda like when you’re angry.”

Y/N panted as he gently sucked and nipped along the side of her neck, desperately reaching for the words. “Oh yeah?”

He drew back, giving her a chance to catch her breath. If it weren’t for his knee between her legs, she would be a puddle on the ground. Dean took a moment to etch the image in his mind: her face flushed and shoulders relaxed, mouth slack and eyes blown, mouth slightly ajar and silently begging for more of him. He sported a large, toothy smile—the kind that made his eyes crinkle and her heart swell.

Up until this moment, Y/N had no idea the extent of her feelings. Like everything else, she stifled them, burying them deep down. For the first time, she acknowledged to herself through woozy thoughts that she had been in love with the Winchesters. Though unlike Sam, this love was different, and right now it devoured her.

Dean elaborated, taking his hand off of her waist and moving it up to the nape of her neck and grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Yeah. You’re so hot when you’re angry. I love to watch you fight.”

She tensed against his utter hold over her and gripped the front of his shirt, stretching it tightly across his chest. “You want to watch me fight, Winchester? Then let’s fight,” She dared him, lowering her eyes in defiance.

A look of pure sin drifted over his face, reminding her of the days when he wore the mark of Cain. Finding her strength again, Y/N shoved him backwards with just enough force to create a few feet of distance, then grounded her feet, ready to spar.

Dean lunged forward, hoping his shear size would be able to get her to the ground. She dodged his advance expertly, though, sending the over-excited man into the wall. Before he could turn, she leapt onto his back, arms locked around his throat, providing only enough pressure to distract him. She pressed her heel into the back of his knee, causing him to stumble and catch himself just as he approached the ground. In defense, he rolled out of the fall, releasing her grip on him.

She lay face up, considering her next move when Dean flipped back on top of her, pinning her legs down with his and securing her wrists in his hands.

“Hey!” Y/N protested. In one smooth move, Dean gripped both of her wrists in one of his against the hard wood of the deck and withdrew a set of handcuffs.

Y/N gave in to his spell, completely consumed as she gazed up at his silhouette against the starlit blanket of night, moon still casting long shadows across his determined face.

Without another word, he stood up and pulled her by the cuffs with him before tossing her over his shoulder with ease. With every step, Y/N whimpered from the heat and force of his shoulder into her lower stomach. It was a wonderful discomfort. As Dean gently opened the front door and slowly closed it behind them, she grabbed at the back of his shirt, digging hungrily for skin contact.

Dean let out a low chuckle and turned his head to kiss her hip through the thick material of her sweater, drawing a giggle from her as well. His tone changed a little, and Dean supported her gently as he laid her on the bed and fumbled for the lamp he knew was there.

With a twist and a click, warm light flooded the room, revealing puffs of cold breath in the air. Dean look over her lovingly, taking in her curves and the revisiting goosebumps present on her arms. “Would you like me to start a fire?” He asked.

“I think you already have, Dean.”

He raised his brow playfully at hearing his first name leave her lips again, loving the way it rolled out of her perfect, breathless mouth. He shook his head, a pink tint spreading over freckle-dusted cheeks. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced the key, leaning over to unlock the cuffs.

Her hands, though released, lingered on his with a strong grip. As he straightened back up, she followed, her eyes never leaving his. Y/N licked and bit at her bottom lip, struggling between needing his weight back upon her to ease the growing ache inside and knowing that this—them—couldn’t last forever.

Dean leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna go make that fire.”

As he turned to walk away, Y/N found her voice, though it was riddled with want. “Dean.” He stopped and looked over his shoulder, legs bowed more than normal to accommodate for the lack of extra room in his pants. “Do you not want to...” She trailed, worry growing in her chest that she let it go to far.

“I do if you do. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He left with an easy smile to the next room, where he began loudly tossing logs into the old fireplace.

Y/N looked down at the nightstand to her side and reached to gingerly touch the handcuffs. It was all so surreal, and her head swam. She moved to lift off her sweater, but paused when the fabric touched her nose and she accidentally breathed in his lingering and intoxicating scent. With arms suspended and sweater halfway over her head, she didn’t see him come back in.

“Need some help?” He offered. She nodded. With one hand, he lifted it away and tossed it behind him on the chair. With the other, Dean set a bottle and two glasses down next to the handcuffs. “My turn.” He shrugged out of the flannel jacket and lifted the bottom of his shirt slowly, making sure that her eyes followed the hem, taking in every muscle and scar.

Unable to stop herself, Y/N looped her fingers in his belt and yanked him closer, her lips finding the first scar and moving to the next. Dean’s skin drew tight as he flexed against the touch, and he ripped his shirt off the rest of the way impatiently. Head falling back and mouth open as her kisses grew stronger and travelled lower. The subtle grunts falling from him drove her, letting her know when she was hitting all the right spots. Her hands followed the line of his belt, barely brushing and tickling his skin as they worked closer to the clasp. When she released it, Dean snapped his head back down, hunger in his eyes. He took a faltering step back and lifted the bottle of Johnny Walker to his lips, forgoing the glass and swallowing leisurely. Y/N stood on her tip toes to reach his exposed neck and pepper it with kisses.

After a few swallows, the bottle produced a small pop as his lips released it. He let out a long, contented sigh and pressed the bottle into Y/N’s hand. She withdrew from his neck and reveled at the desire in his eyes. Wrapping her hand around to the back of his head, Y/N grasped his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. He moaned involuntarily into her mouth; brows drawn and face twisted in yearning. She pulled his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked, driving him so close that she began to lose balance. Her legs grew weaker from his clothed erection pressed against the bare skin of her belly.

When she broke away, the scent of the fire wafted into the room. With the bottle in her hand already, she swallowed a draught from it before exchanging the bottle for the cuffs on the nightstand. “Can we still use these?” She asked, biting the corner of her mouth.

Dean traced his fingers from her shoulders down her arms, lifting the one still resting behind his head and combining it with the other. In a blink, the cuffs were back on her.

“Well, Winchester, what are you waiting for?” She purred, bound hands pawing at the puzzle of his pants button.

“That’s Dean to you, darlin��.” He took a step forward and guided her down with him to the bed, the coolness of the blankets sending chills through them both.

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair as he wrestled out of his jeans, fingertips tingling as they lifted it the opposite direction than it always lay. She pouted when he moved too far out of reach while kicking his pants off of the last ankle. She lifted her arms above her head and angled to get a better view of him and drew in a sharp breath at the sight. Dean was fully exposed now, his erection long and heavy resting in his hand.

He felt her reaction and whipped his eyes up to study her face, brows stitching together again and clenching his teeth, lips parted slightly.

Y/N was squirming, lids blinking heavily at the glorious sight of him. Her hands flew to her own jeans and she fought with them desperately and lamenting at the sudden difficulty. “Fuck,” she prayed aloud.

Dean’s tongue flicked between his teeth and he pulled at his bottom lip as he teased her, his hand slowly caressing the length of him.

“Fuck, Dean! Please!”

“That’s better, Y/N. Please what?”

“Dean, please, help me out of these!”

Dean obliged, but pulled her bottoms and underwear down tantalizingly slow. She writhed in need, starved of his touch. When she moved too much, Dean would stop and wait for her to calm, until her arms were again outstretched above her head. By the time she was finally bare, tears had gathered in the corners of her eyes and her little moans had grown almost constant.

He began his kisses at her navel and worked his way down to the hollow of her hips. Before reaching the part she so urgently needed release from, he stopped and crawled on top of her, resting his legs up against hers and pulling a loose blanket up and over them.

Dean then relaxed so that his dick settled right in between the outside of her folds and seized the resulting cry from her lips with his. She balled her fists and tried to wrap her restricted arms around him, but the sharp metal bit into her wrists. In an effort to assuage the tight coil within her, Y/N began to push and rub her soft skin against his.

Dean whined and gasped from the friction and the heat of them quickly filling the blanket. He began to knead her back. He nipped along her collarbone, letting his head lay on her chest. Her heartbeat echoed loudly into his ear, her chest rising and falling quickly with shallow breaths. He tracked his hand down the valley of her breasts, stopping just a moment on each one to lift and massage deeply, then down the midline of her stomach to her waiting pussy. “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet!”

Y/N shook at the stroke of his perfectly calloused hands on the delicate skin. She garbled out, “D-dean… Please, I… I need you inside me.”

Unable to hold out any longer, Dean guided his tip to her entrance and thrust himself into her, taking several attempts before bottoming out because she was so tight. She spread her knees apart father until her legs held him firmly in place, her ankles anchoring the vice grip. The symphony of moans, whimpers and pleading coming from Dean filled her just as much as his cock did, stretching her to her absolute limits. Just as they’d practiced on the porch, Y/N rolled him onto his back and began to grind back and forth, occasionally shifting her position, paying special attention to the angles when each new sound came out of him. His head was pressed back into the pillow and he arched his back slightly to correct the angle of his public bone, making beautiful sounds as she moved.

As the bone hit and bore down on her clit, every cell in her body began to unravel. She stammered out his name as she clenched tighter and tighter, growing louder all the while. Just as he felt her about to come, Dean pulled her flat to his chest by the handcuffs so when she broke, he felt every bit of it. The shock waves hit her like a tsunami; she barely noticed when they rolled back over so he was on top and back in control.

Dean drove into her at a solid pace—not too fast, not too slow. He wanted to savor every moment. As Y/N slowly regained power over herself, she countered his thrusts. As he continued his pace, his shaft reached deeper and harder with every move. Dean began to quake and opened his eyes to finds hers.

“God I’m gonna… I’m close, Y/N.”

“Keep going baby, come inside me, it’s okay.” Her words pushed him to the edge. He tried so hard to draw it out longer, but when she locked her lips with his passionately, sucking and pulling, he tremored and released. Y/N jolted at the pulsing quiver of his dick within her, eyes closed tightly as her walls clenched around him, extracting every bit of him before he crumpled into her.

Chasing their breaths together, it was a while before either of them moved. Dean reached for the key, unlocked the cuffs, causing them to clatter loudly to the floor, then took her small, capable hands in his. He propped his head up on his elbow, enjoying the spent look on her face.

All Y/N could focus on were the deep green folds of his eyes, getting lost in the emerald lakes in the warm light of the cabin.

Dean gave a closed-lip smile as he leaned forward a bit to lay a kiss on her forehead. “Do you want to share a shower?”

She nodded, still drowning in those deep waters. “Will you stay?” She whispered.

“As long as I can, Y/N.”

“Then can I go with you?”

Dean paused for a moment thoughtfully. “Well, that may be for the best. By now, I bet neighbors know my name.”

She laughed and snuggled into him, her head resting on his arm. Maybe we do have a chance at a future after all.

Forevers:

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All about that Dean:

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serararku · 4 years ago

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Where the Wild Things Are Pt 4

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By the time the dirty deed was done, the sun hung high in the sky. It had thoroughly burned away last night's thunderclouds and was halfway done pummeling Thanalan like a drum with its blistering heat. The huntresses were done sharpening their spears, blades and arrows, the wives had already awoken the young to begin their chores, and the sentries had returned to their posts to begin their watch anew.

Era stirred from her slumber with a thirst strong enough to wake the dead. The first thing she noticed was the soft wool blanket draped over their bodies, two large clay pots filled with crystal-clear water, and a pair of leather loincloths and cloaks; there was only one person that came to mind that was sober enough last night to do this. "Thanks, mom…" Carefully she lifted the covers off her body and wiggled free from her sleeping Nunh's grasp. She had used every trick and every technique in her arsenal to leave a lasting impression, and judging by the stains, smell, and bruises, hopefully her hard work paid off.

There was nothing sweeter than fresh oasis water after a long night such as that one. She couldn't contain herself- once the cool drink splashed against her upper lip, she tilted it back and drank deep. Gulp…! Gulp…! Gulp…! Gulp…! Some of it slipped from the corners of her lips and trickled down her chin, but she couldn't care less; it was too refreshing to notice anything else. With her ravenous thirst defeated, she wiped her mouth dry with her forearm before eyeballing the other one. Surely Vahli wouldn't mind if his favorite wife wanted a little extra?

“Nngh… not so fast…” He groggily groaned as he forced himself onto his side. Undoubtedly he was jolted awake by how obnoxiously loud her drinking was; Era was many things, but a quiet eater was definitely not one of them. Vahli reached over and lifted the large pot with a single hand, but not before pouring half of it into the empty one. A grunt slipped through clenched teeth when he pushed himself up into a sitting position, then he knocked his drink back in only a few giant gulps. Era remained still and silent as she waited for him to quench his thirst. “You weren’t a maiden were you?” Her ears flattened against her head and her breath caught in her throat. She was awful at lying on the spot- and the flicker in his deep red eyes let her know Vahli knew the truth. “No maiden could do what you did last night. But… I’m not angry.” He added reassuringly. “You lived in the tribeless cities for over a year. And with a woman like you… well… Tia of all kinds tend to gather in those places. I want to say I’m disappointed but that would be a lie.”

“Why…?” Was all Era could mumble.

With another grunt and a sharp wince, he tucked his feet beneath him and rose to his full towering height. “Denoh had you exiled from the tribe. You were his by right of conquest. And yet you ran away to chase the man who actually managed to kill your father. But when I defeated him- quite easily I might add- your mother begged me to overrule his decision.” Vahli slowly walked to the window to bask in the warmth of the harsh sunlight. He turned just enough to glance down at Era, and motion for her to join him. “Family is all we have. The Zu… no. All Miqo’te are stronger together. I could not refuse her request… I could not keep a mother from her firstborn daughter.”

“Thank you…” Era sighed, rising to her feet to stand beside him. Maybe it was a good idea she didn’t keep contact after all; knowing she was exiled would have destroyed her. “I.. don’t know what to say.”

“Your ‘thank you’ is enough.” Vahli crossed his arms and closed his eyes. “But not all of my reasons were selfless. She told me you were the most beautiful of all her children. I… hoped you would return to the family while I still drew breath. I’m glad you did.” The Nunh opened his eyes to watch the desert heat cause the wastes to shake and flicker. He was silent for a long moment, until his faint smile began to fade. “Listen. I’m… not stupid. I know how things operate in tribes. I know the rivalries that go on for the Nunh’s affection. And I know you didn’t just blow my mind because your mother convinced you to.” Vahli let his arms drop to his sides as he turned to face her. “You want something. Speak.”

Era pursed her lips as she stared into his eyes. He was a difficult man to read, not just by how he spoke, but how he carried himself as well; he can hide his emotions better than just about anyone and everyone she knows, and the prospect of trying to sidestep his demands with deception didn’t remotely feel like a good idea. Instead she chose honesty. For now.

“I want my father’s glaive.” She blurted out, noticing his eyes shimmer when he blinked.

“No.” Vahli’s face was as still as stone when he gave his answer, but his tone was firm and forceful. “Rarku’s glaive isn’t just a good weapon. It’s a symbol. An icon. The Nunh who wields it commands both the fear and respect he had when he was alive.” He turned back to gaze out the window. “Without the glaive the Drake Tribe will start getting ideas. We have enough enemies already.”

“In that case…” Era started, pausing to inhale sharply. “We need allies. My friends in Ul’dah can help us.”

Vahli grimaced when his gaze returned to her. “Outsiders.”

“They’re good people… and I’m sure they’ll be willing to help us.”

“The Zu do not negotiate with their prey.” He pushed off the window to walk toward the table, distractingly reminding her that they both were still completely naked. “We’ve hunted the halfmen and their wagons for decades. We don’t even speak their clumsy language. They want us dead and gone so they can plunder the dirt for their shiny rocks. We cannot rely on them for anything.”

Era pursed her lips when she hurried back over to his side, almost forgetting how much her entire body ached. “Ul’dah hates us… that’s true. Attacking their caravans hurts their profits… and also the whole… you know… outlawing slavery thing…”

“The Zu do not recognize their authority.” Vahli glowered, scratching at his chin.

Era remained adamant. “Our ancestors traveled across the frozen sea to find a better life. When our tribe first settled here in Thanalan… we had to adapt to this unforgiving place in order to survive." Slowly she stepped in front of Vahli to keep his attention. "Our hunts used to wield ten times more meat than that giant boar. There may not be enough food to go around. The springs are shrinking… and the enemy gathers at our borders. This cycle can’t continue… is this really what you want for us?”

A low growl hummed from the back of his throat when he grimaced. “Of course not…”

“Gaining the trust of the Immortal Flames will be hard… it may not even happen in our lifetimes. But my friends can help us. We just need an emissary to keep in contact with them.” Era stood as tall as she could and swallowed dryly before adding, “I can do this.”

Vahli didn’t look so convinced. “My favorite wife, out there in the tribeless cities? No.” He turned his back to her as he made his way for the cloak her mother left for them. “It’s too dangerous. They will kill you if they know you’re Zu. Your place is here, birthing and raising children.” Era exhaled slowly and her ears flattened against her head; her pupils dilated and her tail bristled, and Vahli definitely noticed.

“I am Rarku’s firstborn daughter.” She pushed out the words through a trembling voice. “I didn’t just get his eyes and hair. His rage flows through my veins… his anger burns in my heart. After just six moons of training, I fought toe-to-toe with a hundred shelled men and won. Slaughtered an entire pirate crew by myself. Faced off against an unnatural monstrosity and killed it! Imagine what I’ll be capable of after a whole year of training. All that talent would be wasted sitting on my ass with a baby at my nipple.”

He pulled his cloak over his shoulders and adjusted his loincloth in silence. Era kept her mouth shut as she watched him get dressed, already pre-planning to answer what he might ask next. “If you’re as half as good on the battlefield as you are in the bedroom…” He left his sentence hanging while he turned to look at her again. “There is someone waiting for you in the tribeless cities, isn’t there? A lover? More than a casual fling?”

“There was only Tage. I went through hell to get him back… and when I failed… I went through hell again to avenge him.” Era slowly walked over to her own pile of spare clothes and began dressing herself as well, keeping her gaze to the floor. Better to lie to him now than wait until later; Vahli doesn’t know her signs yet. “I want to keep my family and my friends in my life. I may be a decent lay but I’m no mother. Not until I can get rid of this murderous hatred.”

“The tribe needs children. Our territory is too large and our forces too few… we’re spread out thin. But…” He let out a defeated sigh before continuing, “I can’t afford to let your skills go to waste. A deal then? A compromise?”

“I’m listening…”

“Your heart may belong to Tage, but your womb belongs to me.” Vahli puffed up his chest as he studied her closely. “I will let you attempt this ‘treaty’ with the tribeless cities, but you will drop whatever you are doing and return to us should we need your talent for bloodshed. After our enemies are culled and our allegiances cemented you and I will focus on childbearing. Understood?”

Her eyes lit up with a nod and a half smile. “Yes… I understand. Thank you Vahli.”

“You’re recognized as my wife and your status as tribekin has been restored. Seek out Elder Huuna. If anyone knows about you and your father’s rage and how to handle it, it’s her.” Vahli ran his hand down her shoulder and back as he walked past, heading for the exit.

Era remained silent and still. The Elders were a reclusive lot, and set in the old ways more than anyone else. Elder Huuna was especially strange. A cold shiver ran up her spine when she thought about that blind woman and her enigmatic methods. But what choice did she have? If she didn’t resolve her anger issues at least then she would only return to Ul’dah with little more than awkward shame and embarrassment. Without the glaive this entire trip would be more or less just a visit to speak with her mother at the cost of her dignity. No… her choice was more than clear.

With a sharp inhale and bated breath, Era stepped out of Vahli’s chambers and began making her way to the Elder’s tent on the other side of Valhaas Barrow.

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years ago

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memories of a younger generation din djarin x reader

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christmas request info can be found here

prompts:

"You may not remember me. I was a child." "Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier." "You're the reason that I got this far."

Song: spirit in the sky my norman greenbaum

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

i sat in the corner of the cantina, watching those around me intently. it had been a while since id come home to Tatooine and i was beginning to regret the decision. i was taken from here after all but maybe that was a good thing. i looked up as the door opened, noticing a Mandalorian walk in with a pod following close behind him. i raised a brow as i took a drink, not recognizing the signet on his armor.

when i heard him ask for something from the waitstaff i became more intrigued. surely that couldnt be who i thought it was but the voice sounded all to familiar, even now as a grown up. i listened intently to him as he asked for information. he was searching for more like him. i almost couldnt believe what i was hearing. i stood slowly, walking to him as the waiter left.

"youve come a long way."

i said, standing at the edge of his table. he looked up at me, one hand on his waist.

"do i know you?"

he asked and i pulled the cloth down away from my face.

"you may not remember me. i was a child when we met after all."

i watched as he tilted his head to the side, his small green friend looking between the two of us.

"our paths crossed on mandalor, a long time ago."

i said. i was so sure it was him.

"y/n?"

he asked and i smiled.

"you arent wearing your armor."

he noted and i sighed, moving to sit across from him.

"i had to leave it and the guild behind. the empire was taken down but i could risk being hunted anymore."

he sat back in his seat.

"what are you saying?"

i looked to the waiter as he came back with a bowl for the little one.

"oh is this your guest? my sincerest apologies madam hunter. i didnt know you three were together, may i get you anything? on the house."

i sent him a stern smile and nodded.

"oi-oi puffs for me and my friends. no rush."

i said and he scurried away.

"madam hunter?"

din asked and i laughed, shaking my head.

"ive kept imperial troops out of town for nearly a decade. ive regretted every day of it but it keeps me in good favor with the locals."

i paused, motioning to him.

"youre the reason i got this far."

when he went to speak the waiter came back with the plate of deserts, bowing once before leaving. i looked back to din, offering him one but he just stared at me.

"you are not the same youngling i remember during our training."

he said and i laughed a little to myself.

"always so sure of yourself din djarin. i most certainly am not the same as i was but maybe thats a good thing. working in the guild made me stronger but we both know ive always been pig headed when it comes to authority."

he laughed a little back, shaking his head. i looked to the table as the small one climbed to the middle, sitting down and shoving a puff in its mouth.

"you are right on that one y/n, you were never good at listening either."

i smiled at that, watching the baby consume another puff. i leaned into the table, folding my hands together under my chin.

"and you were the one to always listen. maybe thats why we worked so well together."

i reminisced for a second, looking back to him.

"ive missed you, din, ive missed our times together. oh the trouble we couldve gotten into over the last ten years."

he shook his head.

"im not like that anymore."

i sent him an amused look.

"you never really were in the first place, i on the other hand-"

"mando!"

i heard from across the bar, my hand immediately going to my blaster as we looked to them.

"you dont belong here."

he said sternly, raising his chest. din stood up to match him, getting closer to his face.

"no?"

he challenged.

"no, and i think you need to leave. you take that thing with you when you go. i know about you and we dont need trouble here from you and your kind."

i stood up, pushing both of their shoulders back to separate them, moving in to look at him fully. his eyes went wide when he realized who i was.

"i think its you who needs to leave, friend."

he opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"huntress."

he said a little surprised.

"he goes, i go. and i dont think you all would survive a harvest without me."

he nodded quickly.

"yes madam hunter, my apologies. i didnt know he was with you."

i let him go and he bowed his head before walking to the opposite side of the bar, sighing in relief as he sat amongst friends. i looked to din.

"maybe its best we finish our business somewhere else."

i suggested and he nodded, placing a few silver pieces on the table for the food. i walked with him outside the cantina, the people around watching us intently.

"do you always draw this much of a crowd?"

he asked and i laughed, nodding to a few townsfolk.

"i dare say having you with me doesnt help, but im a namesake around here."

he nodded once.

"i see a lot has changed."

i looked back to him, opening the door to my hut and offering for him to enter. he looked around as he stepped down into it

"no they havent, we just havent been in contact since i got lost on that swamp planet. which i dont appreciate by the way."

i watched as he sat at my table, the pod moving in close to him.

"i thought you were dead."

he defended and i rolled my eyes.

"clearly."

he leaned forward.

"hey, if you wouldnt have been running around-"

"i lost the ship!"

i interjected, laughing at my own stupidity.

"what?"

he asked a little bewildered.

"yeah, i forgot where we had landed and by the time i had found it back there was nothing but scorches in the grass. it did take me two days to find it back though so i get why you left."

he sat back and hummed to himself.

"well im glad you found your way home."

he said and i looked to the table solemnly.

"right, home."

he tilted his head.

"is something wrong?"

i shook my head no and stood up, walking to the kitchen for a drink.

"no, it just hasnt felt like home in a long time."

i heard him stand and i turned back around to face him.

"ya know, once upon a time you used to tell me everything."

i snorted.

"Yeah, well, its been a long time. now I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier."

he sighed.

"to bad things cant be the way used to."

i sent him a knowing smile.

"if only."

there was a long paused and i looked up to him again.

"what are you doing here anyways?"

he cleared his throat.

"im looking for more like us, i have to get this child back to its kind."

i crossed my arms over my chest.

"so you finally found your quest."

he looked back to the child sitting in its pod staring at us.

"i have."

i nodded once.

"alright, ill help."

he looked back to me surprised.

"what?"

i swallowed.

"ill help. you know nothing about this planet and the people in this town trust me. its the least i could do for an old friend."

i walked slowly to the child, running my finger tips over its ear and hearing it whine.

"besides, im sure you could use it, being a single dad and all."

he sent me a look, even with the helmet on, i could tell he was glaring.

"i am not a single dad."

i laughed, picking the kid up and seeing it smile.

"yeah, sure."

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l-r-christian · 3 years ago

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May I ask for a part 2 of Winchester reader and Elijah?

Yes you can☺. A part two of this so enjoy.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Elijah being a simp, angst,

Y/N was pissed after having gotten off the phone with her brothers. Y/N had been in New Orleans for two weeks going on three Y/N was healed so Dean wanted her to come back to the bunker. Since finding out about the prophecy, Dean's thought locking his big sister in the bunker was a great idea to keep her from getting pregnant while Castiel had informed him that Heaven will stop at nothing to be sure she have the child.

"Still nothing?" Elijah asked looking her over find her just gorgeous dressed in sleep shorts one of his botton up her reddish brown hair up in a messy bun with reading glasses on her nose.

"It was just Dean calling again. As for news on the baby front I have found nothing so far but I'll find something as your library is bigger than the bunker's."

"Dean wants you back home?" Elijah asked taking his suit jacket off then sliding behind her on the floor. Y/N smiled leaning back against his chest kissing the under side of his jaw.

"More like lock me away. But I am comfortable here....safe besides I have no problem having the kid as much as Dean is."

"Why are you comfortable having the baby?" Elijah couldn't help ask resting his chin on her shoulder as Y/N laced her fingers with his only doing that when she was going to remembering painful memory.

"A sense of normalcy.... you know how rough John trained me. Maybe I just want out.....to come back to you." Y/N whispered her heart aching as Elijah pulled her close gently grabbing her chin tilting her head back kissing her softly.

"I'll be your sense of normalcy, love." Elijah said softly as tears filled her eyes making her turn and hug him burying her face in his neck. Next few days Y/N was digging through books as Freya and Davina used magic to try and help.

"Where are you keeping her you bloodsucker!" Y/N heard Dean yell making her rush down stairs to find Dean pointing a gun at Elijah who was way too calm about the whole thing while Sam was watching Klaus and Kol closely.

"I am not holding Y/N against her will."

"For Chuck's sake Dean!" Y/N shouted coming down the stairs surprising Sam and Dean with how okay she looked. Elijah brighten up see his lady and finding attractive with her being angry while dressed in his shirt.

"Y/N?! Why are you still here?"

"Looking for answers about this prophecy. Now stop threatening Elijah."

"Elijah? Oh this is that Elijah." Sam said as Y/N nodded confusing Dean while Elijah felt his heart swell with joy that she talked about him. Y/N had only told Sam about Elijah not Dean as she knew how her little brother would act.

"Look we agreed to keep you in the bunker."

"No Dean, you agreed to keep me in the bunker. I didn't agree to a damn thing." Y/N said annoyed as Elijah stepped up behind her rubbing her shoulders.

"Y/N! We got something!" Davina said and Y/N was quick up the stairs with the others following.

"Is it?"

"We tried many things but Davina though of trying a spell mixing your blood with every old supernatural in New Orleans to work off that and well...." Freya trailed of as Y/N raised an eyebrow while Elijah moved next to her still hating the idea of her be touched by another.

"Elijah is the father of the child." Davina said just getting it out and everyone in the room was surprised. Elijah gently took Y/N's hand making her look at him and she blushed brightly as he kissed her knuckles with an under readable look in his mocha eyes.

"Y/N, you can't have the kid." Dean said making her look at Dean with her arms crossed.

"Why not?"

"Because you are a huntress and a baby isn't safe in this line of work." Dean said making her glare at her brother as anger flashed though her.

"I didn't choose this life Dean!" Y/N growled as Dean frowned looking at her as Kol moved to protect Davina just in case and Klaus doing the same with Freya.

"Sorry to break it to you but this is the family business."

"Is it? Or just the ghost John was chasing!? Dean, I had fucking died, went to Hell, killed and hunted. So why can't I be happy?"

"Y/N this isn't you. This is the prophecy speaking." Dean said as Y/N glared walking out of the room and her brothers followed and Elijah was quick to follow also.

"This is me Dean! A girl who had hopes and dreams! I never wanted this fucking life! Did John tell you I faked my death and ran off just so I could have a normal life?" Y/N said throwing her hunting journal at Dean who caught it noticing she hadn't wrote about monsters she hunted but her life with Elijah and what she wanted.

"For five years I was happy, for five years I had a normal life with Elijah, for five years I planned to have a baby with the man I love." Y/N said tears filling her eyes as Elijah stood shocked just as her brothers.

"But no John came and tore all away. So what if my child is the next Prophet! So what their father is a vampire! I just want something normal." Y/N said full on sobbing as everything up until then had broke what little self control she had. Elijah rushed to her side pulling her into his arms cooing softly and picked her up when he felt her legs shake.

"Please leave. When she is calm I'll have her call you." Elijah said his tone had been light but the dark glit in his eye told them all the needed to know and left. Elijah moved to the bed waiting for his girl to stop crying.

"So...so...sorry Eli." Y/N hiccupped as she slowly stopped crying. Elijah smiled gently peppering her wet face with kisses.

"No need baby even when crying your eyes out you are still beautiful. And I imagine you needed that." Elijah said making Y/N giggle wrapping her arms around him. Y/N moved so she was straddling his lap cupping his face kissing him deeply.

"Are you sure?" Elijah asked knowing were the kiss was going as he gripping her hips.

"Yes Eli.....making the feelings go away." Was all Elijah needed to hear as he kissed Y/N hungrily letting all his pent up feelings for her out. Y/N panted laying on Elijah as his fingers ran down her back.

"Wow....I forgot how amazing you were." Y/N muttered against his bare chest as Elijah chuckled pulling her up kissing her softly.

"And I forgot that you held such beauty." Elijah tells Y/N cupping her cheek rubbing it making her blush brightly. Y/N hit his chest while hiding her face in his neck.

"Getting shy on me now." Elijah teased her as Y/N nipped at his neck just below his ear making him growl flipping them over.

"Do that again and I won't go easy on you."

"Bring it.... Sir." Y/N teased Elijah nipping the spot just bel oil w his ear again and Elijah made sure she couldn't walk for a week both unaware of the new Mikaelson that will be coming into the world soon.

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drkcnry67 · 4 years ago

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title: She’s my baby doll

pairing: John x reader

kink 2020: panty kink

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rating: 18+

tags: NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. THIS STORY WILL GIVE YOU THE WORST POSSIBLE NIGHTMARES! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!! vaginal fingering, sniffing of fresh used panties, clueless female doesnt know she is turning on a sexually frustrated male, vaginal penetration, shower sex, losing virginity

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both your parents had been training you to be a hunter, one stormy night they had brought you with them on a hunt, but told you to wait in the car while they quickly when in for the kill.

they left you both with a phone and an emergency number, your god father Bobby Singer. should they not come out of the hunt you were to call bobby and not trust anyone else for the first while.

sitting in the car you were unaware that someone else had gone into the same place your parents were in. a few moments later the sound of voices alert you to someone approaching your vehicle.

you pull out your hand gun and ready it. doing exactly like your parents taught you. you leave the door open a tad and the windows kinda down. then you spring from the car as you aim your hand held at three gentlemen who appear to be human.

YN: who are you? where are my parents? what did you do to them?

John steps in between you and the boys.

John: easy sweetheart, my name is John winchester, your father with his final breath told us to find you and bring you to Bobby Singer, who happens to be a good friend of mine. your parents fought admirably but were severely wounded in the battle. your mother was dead in seconds. but your father survived long enough to tell us about you, where to find you, and where to bring you. You are safe with us no one is gonna harm you. Dean, sam go get the equipment to the car, bring it here, I will help YN get to the car.

both Sam and Dean rush off, you are left with John. you continue to hold your handheld aimed at him for a few more seconds before your legs buckle from beneath you.

dropping your handheld you fall to your knees, tears streaming from your eyes. John helps you up and cradles you in his arms as you continue to cry.

Sam and Dean pull up with the impala. Dean gets out of the car as John stares at Dean.

Dean: what are your orders sir?

John: take YN and sit with her in the back seat and boy get your head out of the gutter, this girl just lost her parents.

YN: wait we need to give them a proper funeral first. then you all can treat me like a fragile china doll.

John sends sam to build the pyre’s, Dean and John go to collect the bodies. one body per pyre, a white sheet wrapped around each body, then doused in oil as you sang one final song for your parents.

John and the boys just stood there as you sang a song you often heard your mother sing when she was at hunter funerals. she told you that it was a burial song that she had heard while in greece on a trip once.

you figured it was only right to sing it in her memory. once that was done you felt no strength the physically walk, John offered to carry you, you graciously accepted.

about halfway to the car, you had passed out from exhaustion. John had Dean sit in the back seat as John gently placed you in the back resting your head in Dean’s lap.

the entire ride back to bobby’s John kept stealing silent longing glances at you, but then he realized that a girl like you would never go for a guy like him. but perhaps that was just speculation, john’s mind swirled with the fark thoughts as his mind came up with a plan, something so genius so full proof, it was bound to work.

pulling into Bobby’s lot several hours later bobby and rumsfeld greeted everyone at the driveway. John carried you in his arms, not displaying anything except the remorse he felt for you.

you were laid down in your room, Bobby goes to the kitchen and pulls out a beer for John who cant sleep. Dean and Sam however pass out on the couch as they are completely exhausted.

John: they didnt make it, they died in the fight. YN was in their car scared out of her mind when we got to her. Bobby she had her gun tranked on me and the boys. she thought we did somethng to her parents. this girl, how..

Bobby: im her god father, her parents were some of my best friends they got married right here on this property. then they found out they were expecting a baby and they couldnt have been happier. they sat me down in this very kitchen one day and asked me to be the god father of their child. i accepted. YN has gret potential to be an amazing huntress. for she has both the blood of a hunter and the blood of a witch. she is exactly like her mother.

John’s eyes went wide with shock.

John: wait what… she is half human, half witch?

Bobby could only nodd his head as he raised his beer to the ceiling and spoke.

Bobby: well Niella, heres hoping that you and trevor are standing at the pearly gates now. rest in peace my friends. i promise i will look after your girl.

he took a long swig before looking at John.

Bobby: boy get your ass to bed, get some sleep. you idjit. get. i can watch the lines for a while. it wont kill you to get some sleep. now get goin before i kick your ass.

John: your right, i should get some sleep but it would be nice to know that she is okay first.

Bobby could see something going on in Johns features when he spoke about you.

Bobby: what are you thinking bout?

John: Bobby I know I kept saying I might never find anyone to love after what happened with Mary but I honestly think I’ve found a spark in that girl laying upstairs sleeping.

Bobby looked at his best friend and got up to give him a pat on the shoulder.

Bobby: give her some time she will come around. She needs to adjust to life now that she has lost her parents. Just don’t push her right now, John. Give her time to heal.

John: ya I suppose your right buddy, you always are. Now I’m gonna go get some sleep. Let me know if you find any cases.

John made his way to the other bedroom upstairs, though as much as he wanted to make a move to tell you about the spark he felt, he knew Bobby was right you needed time to heal.

He was willing to wait, however long it would take. You woke up about early afternoon, you went into your bathroom and just stood there in the hot water, mulling over the events of night passed.

You realized that they were really gone. John woke up about the same time, John went into your room to make sure you were okay. When he didn’t see you and he heard the shower running he knew that he had a chance.

He went to what he presumed to be your dirty laundry pile and picked up a pair of your used panties from the top of the pile. As John held those still warm panties in his hands he stood in wonder of the wet secrets you held. What dreams and thoughts kept you up at night.

john stuck the panties in his pocket, he knew what he planned to do with it later. and by later he means like in a few moments when he arrives back in his own room. for now he would let you be.

you get out of the shower and head off to find something to wear. something that would help you to remain comfortable at the same time hunt ready just in case. you got dressed and braided your hair.

YN (to self in the mirror): i shall strive to survive however long that may be, i shall hunt, i shall kill those who threaten the good, pure and innocent. i shall strive to have everything my parents ever wanted for me. for i am their daughter, their soul heir, i only hope to be as good a huntress as they could ever have hoped me to be.

you emerged from your bedroom, you heard voices from downstairs. you figured that whoever was down there must have been frieds of bobby’s.

You walked unto the kitchen, Bobby spotted you and came up to you pulling you into a hug. the other 2 people in the kitchen just looked at you and Bobby not sure what to say or how to react.

Bobby pulled back after a few seconds and spun you round.

Bobby: my god YN you have grown into such a wonderful young woman, with the beauty of your mother and the strength as well as courage of your father.

YN: i cant believe they are gone. i hate this feeling of we are in such danger. yet something else is about to… who are our guests?

Bobby: these are the people who brought you here last night. This is Sam and Dean Winchester, their father John is upstairs sleeping. Or at least he should be. That stubborn idjit never listens. Would you do us the honor of making breakfast YN, I’m just briefing these boys on a nearby poltergeist.

YN: let me see what I can do about feeding you boys.

You started humming, speaking in a sing song voice words not in English but something foreign. You just thought it was one of the celtic mix songs you were singing.

Meanwhile Dean, Sam and Bobby listen to what you are singing.

Sam: that doesn’t sound english

Dean: Bobby do you know what she is saying?

Bobby: it’s a witches blessing, but she doesn’t know that

Sam and Dean both looked at Bobby in shock.

Sam: where did she learn that?

Bobby: her mother was half witch half human, YN got the same gene as her mother. When a witch has a child their power is passed onto their first born when they die. Niella is gone, it’s only a matter of time before YN comes into her mother’s and her own power.

bobby was just thankful that you hadnt heard that, he knew if you did you would resent what you are. cause thats what you were taught.

Dean: so is she single.

Bobby slapped Dean upside the head

Bobby: she has a potential caller in that department, he is just waiting for the right moment when she isnt in mourning. now, not a word of any of this to her or i will have you both sleeping outside in rumsfeld’s dog house.

You come into the dining room, carrying 3 plates for the 3 men sitting in that room. you place a plate in front of each gentleman. getting thanked by each one you move to do the rest of the filing and organizing for Bobby. you decided that you would just keep yourself as busy as possible.

bobby and the boys finished eating, bobby then had Sam do the dishes while Dean went to speak with John. bobby then came to keep an eye on you.

YN: i can feel you hovering.

Bobby: i am only concerned, you lost your parents. you need to take time to mourn, you need to heal.

YN: i will take time to do that when i dont have chores to do.

bobby: you have no chores that have to be done right now. just take rumsfeld, go for a stroll in the woods. take the time to process and grieve, when you get back we will discuss what an amazing job your doing on the organizing as well as the grocery list.

You put down the papers and books your holding and you grab rumfelds leash, leading him out the door. Both of you strolling down the path into the woods.

You get to a clearing, you take rumfelds leash off you knew he wouldn’t go too far, he was always partial to you.

You found a stream, rumsfeld lay down beside it just basking in the sunlight, you took off your sandals and dipped your toes in the stream. That’s when you felt a tear fall off your cheeks.

Meanwhile back at the house, Dean and John come downstairs as Sam finishes the dishes.

John: what’s the good word?

Bobby:I sent YN out to talk rumsfeld for a walk, she needed to be alone right now. As well as Sam did dishes, the boys are gonna go take care of a poltergeist just 10 miles east of here, and I’m gonna go later and get the groceries. You have time to work on whatever vehicle you want John. ive got some new ones coming in today. if you want to do that for me lighten the load a bit for me that would be helpful. YN will just be in here organizing and doing several things for me. building some shelves and stands. she will just be keeping busy, rumsfeld will be with her.

John: leave me the list of whats wrong with the cars, ill get them done. do not forget to put bacon on the shopping list. and we need more toilet paper. the stock is running low. as well as easy to transport meals for those emergency hunting trips.

bobby: Dean, Sam time for you boys to head out. i have written down the address for you boys. please for the love of everything, you idjits be careful. and good luck.

Sam and Dean take off in the impala. they both knew that it was it wouldnt be wise to disobey Bobby especially when John was there.

John helped Bobby create a shopping list. But the entire time that John was helping Bobby, his mind was on you on all the dirty things he wanted to do to you.

Bobby waited till you would return almost 2 hours later, rumsfeld came bounding into the house. You stood outside and stared at the forest where you yelled screamed and cried. Bobby embraced you upon your arrival inside the house.

Bobby: I’m gonna go do a run into town as well as follow up on a case. You two gonna be okay here by yourselves.

YN: we will be fine. Thank you Bobby. I feel alot better after that walk with rumsfeld but right now we have a mess to organize and shelves to build. Right rumsfeld.

Rumsfeld just looked at you and accepted the ear scratches that you gave him. Before both of you disappeared into the living room. Bobby and John now spoke quietly so as not for you to hear.

Bobby: do what you will John but don’t force her to do anything she isn’t ready for.

John: Bobby I gave you my word alright I’m not gonna force her into anything. Trust me.

Bobby: don’t give me any reason, not to trust you John. I’m going grocery shopping now. The list is on the table of the cars that should start coming in anytime now. One of them is her parents car. All the bags and things in it as well. Don’t touch it just wait on that till I return. I want to show it to YN. Allow her the chance to go through her parents things.

John: I will be on my best behavior now go get those groceries. Take your time and bring back lots of alcohol I’m sure it will go to good use.

Bobby: alright don’t forget to call me if u need anything else.

Bobby walks out to his car and takes off down the driveway as John watches him turn away from the house. John watches you from a distance, waiting for his right moment to strike.

He goes out to check in a few cars and start working on a few things, setting stuff up basically and then he walks in and sneaks up behind you covering your mouth as his hands roam your body.

John: listen up and listen good, you are driving me crazy. The way you walk in these short shorts, has be rock hard. So I am not gonna penetrate you right now, instead I’m gonna say this. You are gonna use your hands to remove your shorts, then you are gonna spread your legs and let me feel that pussy of yours. Do it now slowly and then we will have some fun.

you did as told, you were shaking but that was to be your undoing. for as soon as you had your shorts and panties down far enough he forcefully spread your legs and ran his finger over your pussy. it was wet and very very tender.

YN: no John what are you doing?

John: im relieving some of my tension. you have had me sexually frustrated since last night when i laid you on the bed. then this morning while you were in the shower, i stole a pair of your fresh used panties off the top of the pile. we will relieve the rest of my tension again at a later date, but for now i just want a small taste of what im gonna have to play with. now dont move and keep your legs spread, also pull your feet out of your shorts and panties. ill be taking this pair of warm fresh panties from you as well.

john stuff them in his jeans, you then feel his finger against your clit, it kinda tingled but mostly it made you scream. This only made him go faster, pumping his fingers in and out. Then he removed the 2 fingers he had in your pussy, he spread your folds and began to bury his face in your pussy. His tongue severely licking your clit.

YN: John stop please we dont know when everyone is getting back...

John: that is the second outburst from you. let me put you over my shoulder, we are going to test the water pressure...

you struggle as John lifts you over his shoulder carrying you upstairs to your shower. he turns on the water before using his free hand to take off his pants. he then gets into the shower still holding you, he spreads your legs and feels the hot water on his hard cock.

letting it lather up a bit before dropping you on his hard cock. you let out a strong scream, John tore your shirt and bra, he continued to pound you into the walk for a number of minutes. blood running down the drain from your pussy as John pounds you.

John: cum for me YN. then i shall let you bathe Rumsfeld as well... gives a cover story as to why your all wet.

John unleashes 5 more minutes of rough pounding before he unleashed a huge load of cum inside you.

he sets you down under the water before he gets out drys off and puts his pants back on keeping your panties in his jeans. he leaves you alone with Rumsfeld. who jumps right into the bathtub. you wash your self off and then you wash rumsfeld.

you cry while you do but rumsfeld just licks your face and makes you smile. rumsfeld didnt leave your side at all after the bath, he waited rolling round in the towel you gave him drying himself off as you put on something comfortable.

you went back downstairs and didnt see John, you cleaned stuff up and made your way over to finish organizing. before you would ever settle down to watch a movie, just snuggling with Rumsfeld.

you were taking a nap on the floor with rumsfeld when Bobby and John walked in carrying the groceries. the organizing was almost done but the events of but a few hours ago had taken alot out of you.

neither John nor you spoke of what happened, neither of you worried about the future, cause it was intertwined from the beginning and that is another tale for another time.

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kinglazrus · 5 years ago

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton

Chapter Two: Unusual Clients

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Tucker guides Valerie to a viewing gallery that overlooks the floor two storeys below. The door clunks and hisses as it closes behind them, sealed tight. Glass encases the gallery. The windows are angled outward so you can peer down without sticking your cheek to the glass. There's a slight distortion to it. Not much, but enough that Valerie knows the windows are thick and strong, built to take damage.

Tucker beckons her over to a door in the gallery's short wall, holding it open for her. It leads out onto an open balcony with a bulky safety rail along the edge, curving along the wall, only to dip into a set of stairs that winds all the way down to the bottom floor.

A loud bang startles Valerie. Instinctively, she lashes out, the dark bracer on her wrist expanding into an armoured glove. A compact gun pops out of the top, a bright red light building inside the barrel as it whines.

Tucker holds up his hands. "Whoa. A little jumpy, aren't you?"

Valerie huffs, masking her embarrassment with annoyance, and lowers her arm. The glove retracts, slithering over her arm, condensing back into a bracer. "I need to have good reaction times in my line of work."

"You and everyone else in Amity Park." Tucker leans over the balcony rail and calls out, "You all good down there?"

"Just dandy, kiddo! Thanks for asking!" Valerie immediately recognizes Jack Fenton's booming voice. He is, by far, the most vocal of all the Fentons.

"Let's go. I want to see what blew up."

As they walk down the stairs, Valerie scans the bottom floor. Two figures occupy the middle of the room: Jack Fenton, wearing a bright orange jumpsuit as neon as the sign outside, and Maddie Fenton, who boasts a much subtler, more pleasing blue. Along with their jumpsuits, they wear protective goggles, gloves, and boots. A smoking crater stretches between them.

Maddie pushes her goggles up and sighs in dismay. "Looks like another no good batch, honey."

"Damn. I'll pack it away with the others." Jack bends down to an open metal case at his feet. Nine glowing green vials rest inside, embedded in protective foam padding. The tenth slot is empty. Jack closes the case and tromps over to a rack against the wall, sliding it into an empty space next to dozens of identical cases.

When Tucker and Valerie reach the ground floor, the first thing she notices is a wide metal door tucked underneath the stairs, lurking in the corner of her eye. "Why did we take an elevator up and stairs down when there's a door right there?" Valerie glares at Tucker.

"Safety procedures. If the Boom Room is occupied, you have to enter through the top door," Tucker explains.

"Boom Room?" Valerie asks. The receptionist, Octavia, called the room the same thing.

"It's where we test our more volatile inventions." Maddie drags down her hood, shaking out her short auburn hair, and smiles at Valerie. "You must be the Red Huntress. I'm Maddie Fenton, but Maddie is fine." She holds out her hand.

Valerie takes it, giving it a firm squeeze and a shake. "You can just call me Valerie. Why do you test in here?"

"Well, it's not called the Boom Room for nothing!" Jack bounds over. Without even shaking Valerie's hand, or introducing himself first, he grabs her shoulder and turns her bodily toward the heavy doors. "All doors into the room are blast resistant. We only have these babies down here for hauling in the big buns, or when we're testing out ecto-powered engines. Can't exactly fit those through that tiny thing up there." Jack jerks his thumb over his shoulder, pointing back up the stairs. "But that's not the only thing! You see, when we built this place, we–"

"Jack, dear. Could you start the unlocking procedure? I think we've done enough testing for today," Maddie interrupts, gently touching Jack's shoulder.

"You got it, Mads!" He scampers toward the doors without a second thought. Valerie watched him go, her eyebrows knitting together as she puzzled over the sudden dismissal.

"Good call, Mrs. F," Tucker, hovering at Valerie's shoulder, says. "I don't want to miss dinner again. It's pot roast tonight." That only makes Valerie more confused.

"Sorry about that, dear. If you let Jack get going, he won't stop lecturing for anything." Maddie smiles softly. "As much as I love hearing my husband talk, I know not all people do."

"Oh, uh. No, it's fine. I actually am curious about the room." Valerie gives the metal panels stretching twenty feet up the wall a pointed look.

Valerie's statement ignites and eager glean in Maddie's gaze. "Oh! Isn't that just fantastic? In that case," she points over Valerie's shoulder, "do you see those vents on the wall behind you?"

Valerie turns and looks up. The first three vents rest inches above the metal panels. From there to the ceiling, a new row of vents digs into the wall at five-foot intervals, all the way to the top.

"Everything below those first vents is blast-proof, even the stairs. It keeps the rest of the building safe. To prevent the other walls from blowing out, those vents lead directly outside, into a courtyard in the middle of the facility. Up there," Maddie points to the ceiling, which is a wide skylight, "the windows can be opened using a control pad by the door. If a big enough explosion goes off, it gets directed up and out rather than through the rest of the building."

Valerie is impressed. Very impressed. She also thinks the Fentons are insane. "What are you making that could cause that big of an explosion?"

"Nothing, usually." Maddie's charming smile feels very out of place in this situation. "But right now we're working on an ectoplasm based strength enhancer."

Valerie wrinkles her nose. "You want to make ghosts stronger?"

Maddie laughs. "Don't be silly! This is for humans. We're just having trouble making a batch that won't explode when agitated." She gestures to the rack of briefcases. "There's no way to safely dispose of them, yet, so we keep it all here for now."

Thinking about it all, Valerie feels lightheaded. They're in the middle of the city. If all those cases explode at once, it will blow up half the block. Suddenly, she isn't so eager to explore Fenton Works anymore. In fact, she would like very much to leave the building now, thank you. But Jack's not finished with the doors. With few other options, Valerie pushes on

"You want to make... some kind of super-soldier serum?" she asks.

"Oh, dear, no. It's not for anything like that." Valerie waits for Maddie to elaborate, but all she gets is that same pleasant smile. It's sweet. Too sweet for how much pain she sees in Maddie's eyes. Valerie wants to ask more about the project, but that severe smile beats her curiosity back.

A loud siren rips through the room, one long shriek, accompanied by a flash of red light. Startled, Valerie whirls around, although she manages to keep her weapons at bay this time. At the doors, Jack has his hand on a biometric scanner. Something within the door clunks, the sound followed by a low hiss.

Valerie shuffles her feet as the door swings wide, edging away from Maddie and closer to Tucker. Nudging him, she grabs his attention and subtly tilts her head toward Maddie.

"It's a sore spot," Tucker whispers under his breath.

Valerie nods.

"I think it's about time we head home. Danny should be waiting for us, and I'm sure you want to know the details of the job," Maddie says.

Valerie nods again, too nervous to say anything. The Fentons aren't like any client she's had before. She's used to her richer clients being stuffy snobs, spoiled kids who heard something go bump in the night and got spooked. Sometimes there are genuine concerns. Malevolent ghosts that won't leave them alone. Lost souls lingering in places they shouldn’t be. It's always a humbling experience for her clients. Ghosts don't care how much money you have; they do whatever they want. And if Valerie wasn't there to save their asses, well... they're lucky she's there.

But the most glaring difference between the Fentons and any past jobs is skill. The Fentons are ghost hunters by trade. They dedicate themselves to outfitting people with personal ghost protection, be it basic defences or actual weaponry. They make guns and vehicles. They teach classes about ghosts. They're at the forefront of Ghost Zone exploration. Anything Valerie can do, the Fentons already do better.

Which is why she doesn't understand what they need her for. Surely whatever is going on with their son, they can protect him far better than she can.

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Sitting in the living room of the original Fenton Works building, Valerie marvels at how homey it is. For fifteen years, this place housed what is now a world-famous company. Not even the whole building, but the basement. The rest of it looks like any other house—which makes sense because it is their house. But knowing that scientific history was made in the room below her feet makes Valerie giddy.

She bounces her knee and resists the urge to get up and pace. Right now, more than anything, she wants to go downstairs and see the original lab. Science had never been her forte in high school, and she barely understands that side of ghost hunting, but it fascinates her to no end.

A loud creak down the hall has her head snapping up. She starts to rise, then sits back down, driving her fist into her knee to keep her leg still. She wants to look professional and courteous, although by this point that image is already ruined. Tucker shattered all formal pretenses when he picked her up. Still, Valerie wants to try. So she sits up straight, setting her shoulders and raising her chin, and watches the corner expectantly.

Maddie and Jack step into view, but only them.

"Danny will be along in a moment. Things have been rough for him, recently," Maddie explains. She and Jack move to the opposite side of the room, stopping on either side of a comfortable looking armchair.

"While we're waiting for him, can I ask what exactly the job is? Your request was vague." Not just vague, it had been devoid of all useful information. Two days ago, Valerie got a call inquiring about her services, how much she charges, and how long she would be available. The voice on the other end hadn't been Maddie's or Jack's. Now that she thinks about it, it was probably Octavia calling on their behalf.

"For a few months now, Danny has been experiencing a minor haunting," Maddie states bluntly.

Valerie's blood runs cold. "A haunting?"

Jack nods, his expression grave.

"For months?" Valerie continues. "But that's..." Completely unprecedented. The longest haunting on record is thirty-four days. In Valerie's two years of official work, and her four years of unofficial experience before that, she only witnessed two hauntings. The first victim lasted a week before they were possessed. The second barely lasted a day.

"We've got good defences here, but they're designed for more tangible ghosts," Maddie says, an ironic twist in her grim smile. "Haunting Shades are much harder to keep out."

"And you can't drive it off?" Valerie asks. "You of all people should be able to. If you can just find the Shade the next time it visits–"

Jack silences her with a cold look. "You think we haven't tried that?"

Right. World famous-ghost hunters. Anything she can do, they have already done better. She's confident in her skills, worked hard to get where she is today, and, from time to time, deserves a little of the arrogance she feels. Sometimes, however, that means she forgets some people have worked much harder and gone much farther than her.

Maddie and Jack Fenton are two of those people

"Sorry," Valerie says quietly. Who is she, who has never been able to fight off a Shade before, to shame the Fentons for the same fault?

"No need to apologize. We've all got our moments." Jack beams. Valerie almost has whiplash from the complete three-sixty in personality. "This Shade's a slippery one. Even when it's here, we can't find it."

Maddie takes over for her husband. "We've got people working on that. Before Danny's haunting started, we were already working on a new ghost deterrent aimed at Shades. A business partner of ours has been heading the project. That's why we need you."

"For what, exactly?" Valerie asks.

"There's a week-long conference Jack and I need to attend. If all goes well, we could make a breakthrough in the anti-Shade project. But we can't bring Danny with us. Long trips aggravate his condition."

Valerie barely resists the urge to ask about said condition. She will see his condition for herself in a few minutes, but she can't help it. Danny doesn't photograph well, and the few pictures of him post-accident reveal very little about his person. The same morbid curiosity that grabs hold of you when you see the aftermath of disaster takes her now. She's not proud of it, but she feels it, nonetheless.

"We want you here as insurance. We don't think anything will happen, but we'd rather not leave Danny alone with everything that's going on," Maddie finishes.

Distantly, the stairs creak.

Valerie nods slowly. "Okay. I understand. I'll take the job."

"It'll be like a vacation for you! Our Danny's a lot stronger than some ghost. He's putting up a hell of a fight." Jack punches the air. There's a familiar glint in his eye, the same look Valerie gets from her father whenever he talks about how far she's come. Seeing it makes her smile.

"What does Danny–" Someone clears their throat, interrupting Valerie. Her head snaps toward the noise, her eyes finding the newcomer immediately. Pallid skin, sunken eyes, slouched against Tucker, Danny Fenton stares back at her.

"Hey. Valerie, right?" His voice is faint and hoarse.

Doubt pools in Valerie's gut. The smile vanishes from her face. Whatever confidence Jack has in his son, she doesn't share it. Forget surviving the week, she doesn't think he'll live through the night.

#thdf #danny phantom #phicc #danny phantom fanfiction #phanfic #valerie gray #bodyguard au #should I still tag it phic phight?#ehhhhh the first chapter is tagged #I guess that's good enough

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yanara126-writing · 4 years ago

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Storge (Family Love)

Edér gets to meet his niece and has a heart to heart with Francesca.

Read here or on Ao3 (2412 words)

Have fun! Comments always welcome! :)

It was nice sunny afternoon, all the necessary jobs were taken care of for the day, and Francesca sat comfortably on the grass in her giant garden. Park really. With a content smile she watched the turbulent happenings before her. The air was filled with loud shrieks and giggles, some thumps and the occasional soft growl. It was a scene Francesca had never imagined, and even less imagined to enjoy. But somehow this was the happiest she’d ever been, nothing to do, nothing to take care of, not even really someone to share it with. Though that would admittedly change soon. Edér had never been one to waste time if there was the possibility of petting something soft. And Lupa was very soft.

Francesca grinned when Lupa once again caught Vela in their little game of tag, knocking the five-year-old over with a careful nudge in the back. Vela shrieked again and broke out into uncontrollable giggles when Lupa licked her cheek.

When she heard steps coming up behind her Francesca didn’t bother turning away from her daughter, she already knew who it was. The fresh grass crunched a little as the newcomer sat down next to her, stretching his feet and groaning gratefully as his joints cracked. Only then did Francesca look over to him, the smile not leaving her face as she watched her friend blissfully stretch.

They didn’t break the silence for a while, only watching the child and wolf play together, soaking in the warm afternoon sun. Edér was the first one to fill the silence, though he was more awkward about it than Francesca would have expected.

“So, a mum, ey?” Francesca snorted at his comment and laughed a little. They hadn’t seen each other in almost a year, this was the first time he’d met Vela as her daughter and she’d expected some questions, but it seemed the whole situation hadn’t sunk in for him quite yet.

“Yes, a mum,” she told him, a bit of her usual sarcasm bleeding into her voice as she turned to him. Edér nodded awkwardly, still watching the small orlan play excitedly with the much larger wolf.

“Never took you for the type,” he remarked, the question implied, and turned to her as well. This time Francesca laughed out loud. It was incredibly hilarious to her that he would speak such truth from her soul and didn’t even know it.

“Neither did I,” was what finally made it past her laughter, and she found Edér staring at her with a smile of his own.

“Then how come you went through the trouble of adopting this one?” Said one was currently attempting enthusiastically to ride Lupa, and though the wolf didn’t mind letting this strange, bipedal pup, she was also far too big for Vela to truly climb on, resulting in continues falls on her bum. That didn’t stop the valiant little orlan though and repeatedly tried, her little tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. “Can’t have been easy to convince them to hand her over.”

No, it truly hadn’t been. But the endless diplomatic talks had been easier to endure than the constant aching of not doing anything, not she knew how to explain that to Edér. Or anyone for that matter. Her smile faded a little, melancholy setting in as she remembered the sleepless nights spent in confusion over why she couldn’t stop thinking about that child she had seen only once for a minute.

Edér was still looking at her expectantly when she surfaced from the memory and she sighed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell Edér, in fact Edér was probably one of the few people she would spill all her secrets to and not regret it, but that didn’t make organising her thoughts any easier.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“What, harder than the secrets of the gods?”

“Well, I suppose not,” she chuckled. “But it’s gonna be a long story.”

“I’m not going anywhere. And from the looks of it, neither is she.” Francesca looked over to Vela and found her daughter, who had apparently given up on her endeavour for a wolf mount, now trying to teach Lupa tricks. The wolf however was playing dumb, just calmly looking on and intentionally doing the wrong trick, which Francesca knew, because these tricks had been among the first she had taught her companion. Shaking her head amusedly Francesca saw that she really wasn’t getting out of this.

Buying herself some time she leant back onto her hands, staring into the sky, debating where to start and burying her fingers into the soft earth.

“You know I’m from Old Vailia. I was born and raised there, but my father was a traveller from the White. That’s how I got my white hair.” To emphasize her point she picked a loose strand of hair and thoughtfully twirled it between her fingers. “My mum was a huntress, and a traveller as well, that’s how they met. They liked each other and decided to stick together for a while. But it didn’t turned out quite how they planned, since my mum got pregnant. They talked about it and then agreed to settle down for a while together. Not much later I was born.” The story felt wooden to her, impersonal after so many years away from her birth place. Not home anymore, home was here now, in her keep, with her daughter.

“They stayed in a small village, mum opened a butchery since she couldn’t really hunt anymore with me around. And then, two years later, my little sister was born. And mum died.” A sigh left her lips again before she could stop it. It didn’t hurt anymore, it had been a long time ago and she didn’t even remember her mother, but still she had never stopped quietly stopped asking herself what might have been. But it was pointless, both because it was over, and because in all likelihood she would’ve grown up with only one parent either way.

“I’m sorry.” Of course he was. Edér’s sincerity never failed to bring a smile to her face, so now as well.

“Don’t be. It is what it is.” She shrugged at him. It’s not like her mother’s death had been anyone’s fault. Death in childbirth was a risk every woman took when bearing a child, and her mother had known that. She cleared her throat and turned away again, continuing the story. “My mother’s loss was of course a blow for my father, but it also meant that now he couldn’t leave anymore, and I think that struck him even harder. He had a toddler and a new-born to take care of alone now and couldn’t just leave to travel or return home again. And Old Vailia was never home for him.”

Suddenly she realized just how the story sounded and quickly added: “Don’t get me wrong, he was never abusive, or even neglectful. I’m sure he loved me and my sister or he wouldn’t have cared enough to stay either way, but still I don’t think he ever quite forgave us for trapping him in a place so foreign to him.” Again she trailed off a little, remembering her father’s unhappiness that only ever showed when he thought they weren’t looking.

“As soon as I was old enough to hold a bow, he taught me how to hunt, skin an animal, all you need to survive on your own. I helped him bring in the meat to make the money we needed as soon as I could, and my sister apprenticed to a local seamstress. It wasn’t easy but we made do. When I came of age I left, so my father had one less mouth to feed. I became a mercenary. I might not be very good in close combat, but you might know that I make a pretty good scout.” She shot Edér a sly grin, wriggling her eyebrows a little. Her gave a smile in return, but didn’t answer, still waiting for her to finish the story. Fair enough.

“I sent home some money for a while. Father always wrote back to tell me it’d arrived, and then one day he wrote me that my sister had gotten married. A city boy, pretty rich from what he said, so my sister was provided for. That was the last letter he sent me. I stopped sending money then.”

“So you don’t know what happened to him?” Edér’s voice was coated with a strange mixture of disbelieve and empathy, and with a start Francesca was reminded of how desperately Edér had searched for answers about his brother. An unfamiliar feeling of shame rose in her, and she could only nod in agreement. “Well, what about you’re sister? Wouldn’t she know where he is.” Of course he had to ask. And she couldn’t deny him the answer, no matter how hot the same suddenly burnt. What would he think of her for it?

“I never asked her.” She mumbled the words under her breath, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear them. But he did, disbelief shaping his face so much, Francesca felt the need to justify herself, though she certainly didn’t want to. “I still write her, I know she’s alive and well taken care of, she has a son of her now.” Her nephew that she’d never met. “But we never write about father.”

He still didn’t understand, but it seemed he didn’t feel like trying anymore. “Okay, okay. So how does this relate to you adopting the little pipsqueak?” And wasn’t that the question of all questions. But she’d much rather debate this than spend anymore time on her father and she scrambled to find the proper words.

“I never… I never felt quite right in Old Vailia either. I was an outsider, a stranger to my own people.” Again her fingers found their way to her hair. She was fine with it now, even a little proud of it, but as an adolescent she had wished many times for her sister’s darker shade. “So Vela’s fate… struck cord with me. I’d never been one for love really, it had seemed such a silly concept growing up, and my surroundings were only proving me right, but this baby, Vela… I couldn’t forget about her. About a child as out of place with her people as I was, even if she didn’t know it yet.” And she hopefully never would. “I couldn’t sleep again for a while. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t just move on. She wasn’t in danger anymore, her brother would take care of her, but still I couldn’t. And one day I just decided I couldn’t leave her there.” She looked back to Edér, her story essentially finished.

They sat in silence for a few seconds, only looking at each other and both just processing. Suddenly a loud yell of triumph shattered the moment and Francesca and Edér whirled around. What they found was Vela sitting on Lupa, having finally managed to climb on somehow. With one hand she was waving in their direction, euphoria more than visible on her face, with the other she pulled on the wolf’s fur to stay on, and Lupa patiently let her. Vela shrieked again when Lupa started walking over to them, slowly and carefully, but for the little orlan it was still the most adrenalin inducing ride she’d ever been on.

Francesca grinned broadly and got up, watching her daughter come closer, almost bouncing on the wolf’s back in excitement. Silently she promised Lupa an extra piece of meat tonight.

Once they were in reach, Francesca reached out and pulled Vela off her mount, throwing her into the air a little and catching her again, both laughing all the while.

“What a brave rider you are!” Vela giggled again, obviously still too full of adrenalin to do anything else. “But now I have someone to introduce to you.” Francesca turned around a little to put Edér into Vela’s field of vision and pressed her close. “Meet your uncle Edér. He was busy for the last year, but now he’s very excited to meet you.”

Edér blinked once, but then immediately complied, a broad grin splitting his face, even as Vela still seemed a bit unsure of the big man before her.

“Of course I am! I have to meet such a mighty warrior that has tamed this wild beast, right?” Vela grinned now as well, clearly fond of the flattery as she wildly nodded her head in agreement. Lupa on the other hand just snorted. She was more than used this human’s antics by now. “Would you perhaps let me pet you mighty steed, princess?” That made Vela a little insecure again, and she glanced up to Francesca, who gave her an encouraging nod. And so Vela looked to Edér again and gave him a very serious nod and permission to pet “her mighty steed.”

Said mighty steed had a different opinion though. As Edér bowed down a little to brush his hand over her fur, and sly glint, much like her master’s, appeared in her eyes, and before Francesca could warn him, Lupa had already leapt onto him, causing Edér to tumble to the ground, a giant wolf sitting on his chest.

“Good to see you again too, girl,” he coughed breathlessly, the considerable weight on his chest doing nothing to discourage him from petting the wolf. Francesca was laughing again, more than familiar with scenes like this already, but she stopped soon when she saw Vela’s face, who didn’t seem quite so amused at the situation. Not wanting to upset her daughter, she whistled for Lupa... who promptly ignored her, happily staying on the warm, silly human who thought he could tease her. Francesca whistled louder, with an insistent undertone impossible to overhear, and Lupa reluctantly got up again and trotted over.

The tense situation over, Vela seemed happier again, and Francesca decided to have a talk with her later just be sure. Edér pulled himself up from the ground, coughing once again, before happily saying: “Well that was a fluffy welcome!” Turning to Vela he added: “And thank you for your permission, princess!” which lifted her spirits even more.

The introductions made, and the sun slowly sinking over the horizon, they started to make their way back to the keep and towards dinner, laughter still hanging in the air behind them.

#pillars of eternity #writing #edér teylecg #Vela #watcher wednesday #Watcher Francesca #fluff #lots and lots of fluff #family love #playful wolf companion #that I named Lupa because I'm lazy

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songsofbloodandfire · 4 years ago

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Echoes

((Now for something not directly A’sana but rather Sana adjacent. Like everything dealing with the Antelope tribe in my writing, this is headcannon directly tied to the offshoot of the Antelope tribe that Sana was part of. Enjoy!))

A shiver of power ran down her spine as she stepped onto the land that had once been her home. The magics long imbued into the land, though broken and mostly dormant, still stirred to greet her. To welcome her home. It was a greeting met with narrowed eyes and a silent snarl. Unwelcome. Unwanted. A lie.

The tribe was long gone, either dead or scattered to the winds, most having been too young to even know where they’d come from. It was better that way. At least with them, the lies and terrors the tribe had forced upon them would be gone. So many falsehoods shoved down their throats in the name of tradition and protecting their ways.

Despite the summer warmth still lingering in the rocks beneath her feet, the sun had long since set and there was a desert chill in the air. It, however, was not what raised the gooseflesh along her arms. It was seeing the cliffs dark when so long ago they had been lit with the fires and lamps of her tribe. They’d been small, but they had lived, fighting off Death as its fingers slowly tightened around them more and more with each passing day.

Their tribe had been cursed. Agreements made countless generations in the past had slowly drained the life from them and a lack of outsiders brought into the tribe to bring in new blood had been the final nail in the coffin. She wasn’t sure when the tides had turned. When most of their children had been born...wrong. Mishappen. Damaged in the womb before they’d even had a chance to live. Those who were born...how many babies had she buried because of the damn curse? How many of her sisters had she held while they wept, their wombs unable to even carry a child? All while their Spiritwalker spoke lies. Their Nuhn echoing those same lies.

Thank the gods they were dead.

Her tail whipped through the air, anger chasing away the tears that burned in her eyes as she made her way through the tribes territory. The pull of power was so subtle that she hadn’t realized that she’d stepped into the trap until it was too late. All of the natural stone corridors created by thousands of years of nature wearing at the cliffs had bled into each other, the elusive bit of spell work was old but one that she should have been familiar with. She’d hunted these lands once, patrolled them in an effort to keep the tribe safe.

Someone reactivated the old waystones…

The waystones were glyph marked rocks throughout the Antelope tribal lands that held a spell that made the land impassable to those who weren’t blood or being led by those who were. Even blood to the tribe could be caught in the spell if they weren’t careful. Their children were taught young one route out so they could run if need be, but they weren’t shown all the ways in and out of their lands until they’d come of age. She’d been a huntress in their tribe and yet she’d been caught by the spell and it not only irritated her but raised the hairs along the back of her neck.

Only the Spiritwalker of the tribe, their spiritual leader, had the knowledge to repair and place the waystones. As far as she’d known, the old witch had died when the Garleans had attacked their tribe. She’d watched them cut the hag down first to ensure she couldn’t turn the land against them.

So who…

It didn’t matter. She had a task she’d set for herself to do and nothing, not even a would be Spiritwalker would keep her from it. If it meant cutting them down, she would. She needed to make sure every last trace of their doomed tribe was wiped from the face of the star.

Taking a breath, she centered herself as she’d been taught so many times as a child, finding the peaceful inner river of aether and aligning herself with it before she allowed her senses to expand. The aether in the land, anchored by the waystones, was no longer sluggish as it rose to meet her but lept at her like a coeurl after prey. The brush of aether left her breathless, but she didn’t fight it, accepting it and letting it work through her until it was content and settled. In the back of her head, the warmth of it was like a living thing, watching and waiting, but passive for the moment. At least until she did something it didn’t like.

Opening her eyes, the path to the caves she sought were once again clear, as if nothing had ever obscured them from her. She was only slightly off course, which meant she hadn’t been snared for long. Even as her feet continued their determined path towards what had once been the most holy of places for their tribe, unease played in her stomach. The spell was too strong for it to not have been remade recently.

As she came to the entrance of the caves, anger turned unexpectedly at the sight of the familiar runes etched into the rock around the arched opening. She’d escorted too many of their children to these caves. At first those who’d at least seen five summers and then, as their then Spiritwalker A’tiyhe grew more and more frail with illness, she’d escorted younger and younger cubs until even yearlings had been carried into the cave. All in hope of finding one suitable enough to be the next Spiritwalker.

The broken husks of those children that failed haunted her. She’d been tasked with putting them to their final rest, at least for those unlucky enough to not have died from the damage done to them. It wasn’t physical damage, but something that had drained that inner river dry until not even their soul remained. Even still the wails of the women who’d lost their children echoed through her ears from the past and she knew they would haunt her dreams that night.

Only one girl had passed the trials so young and she’d been sheltered. Kept even from normal children’s play for fear that she would damage herself before she was old enough to be properly trained. The entire hope of the tribe had rested on the shoulders of a single cub and now with the clarity of hindsight, it disgusted her. No child should have felt the heavy mantle of that kind of responsibility.

She took a deep, cleansing breath before she forced herself forward into the cave. There had been a time when she’d thought the paintings and runes carved into the wall had been beautiful. The entire history and every single mythos held by their tribe were on those walls. Now they were the evidence of the sins their ancestors had committed. Sins that they had perpetuated over and over again, unknowingly walking straight to their doom.

Snarling in anger at the walls, she knelt to place the first of the charges. Rock might not be able to burn, but she could sure as hell blow it up. It would be just as satisfying to watch at least.

More charges were placed, carefully measured out to ensure that there were enough to collapse the cave. She’d done the math, went over the plan constantly in her head. She’d even prepared the cave beforehand, though admittedly that had been well over a year ago. Too much had happened, other issues keeping her away from finishing this task.

She came to the main opening of the cave, room well lit despite there being no torches or candles present. The crystals that grew naturally in the cave cast a cold, eerie light, making the sandstone look harsh and foreboding. They’d dimmer the last time she’d been in there, almost dead without the Spiritwalker to tend to them and feed them. With the right tending, they’d acted as a sort of natural reservoir for the Spiritwalker to pull from.

That knot of unease came back to her stomach, forcing her ears flat as she glanced around. The standing stones were still missing, but she’d known that. She had hidden them away, unable to find a way to safely destroy them without unleashing the things hidden away within them. Instead, they were sealed away, hidden from all but her and her hope was that the knowledge of where they lay would die with her.

She looked to the ground, eyes narrowing at the sight of the casting circles etched into the ground. They’d been cleaned and reset, the aether within them in an uneasy rest, just waiting to be called upon once again. But more worrying was the footprints in the fine sand outside of the circle.

There was no weather this far into the cave, so nothing had hidden the evidence of visitors within the cave. She knew her own footsteps, the barely there impressions light from years of hunting and knowing how to move with little evidence. The other two sets however weren’t hers. One was small, possibly a woman much smaller than she was, but the other was larger. A man’s possibly, the stride telling of a fairly significant height.

No one outside of a Spiritwalker could have reset the circles and found the proper way to tend to the crystals. Which set of footprints belonged to the Spiritwalker was lost on her, but the fact they were there left her cold. If they were there, then someone was trying to hold to the old ways. Ways that needed to die. How did they even know what to do?

One thing at a time.

She pushed the cold fear that gnawed at her stomach aside, finding the quiet place in her mind that she often settled into when on the hunt. It allowed her to focus on the task at hand rather than let her mind keep her frozen in place. The new Spiritwalker and their companion weren’t there and that was what mattered. With hope, she could get the charges set, get safely away and detonate them before anyone came. The high amount of aether in the cave would cause some temporary issues in the area but she’d leave that for the locals to deal with if it became an issue to them.

It didn’t take her long to set the remaining charges and now that she knew the waystones in that part of the tribe’s lands were active, she didn’t fall into their snare a second time. It meant she moved to the perch she’d picked for herself quickly, her gryphon trilling at her sleepily as she joined it on the little cliff ledge. The drowsy beast eyed the detonator she had in hand curiously before it settled back into dozing.

<”Lazy beast…”> Affection laced her tone, keeping it from being too stern with her sour mood.

Ignored by her mount, she shook her head and turned her attention to the beauty of the desert before her. It’d been decades since she’d sat on that very ridge and looked out at the cold beauty of the desert at night. Back then it had been a comfort, but now it was a reminder of the lies she’d been fed over and over again.

Her earlier wash of anger poured through her as she looked to the detonator in hand, flicking the switch. There was a moment of delay and then a brilliant flash of fire in the distance as the charges went off. Aether rose in a visible miasma from the cave as the crystals shattered and released their burden, coloring the flames in brilliant blues and violets.

<”Gods, A’sharae, what have you done?”> She wasn’t surprised to hear the voice of her one time Nuhn behind her. A’dorel had haunted her dreams since she’d stolen the standing stones, but there was little he could do beyond be an annoyance in her sleeping hours.

A’dorel had sold his soul to the curse of their tribe to try and buy more power, that much she knew. Why he was now bound to the standing stones she’d hidden, she wasn’t sure and he wasn’t exactly eager to tell her either. She wasn’t surprised that on the lands that were once their home he was able to come to her even outside of sleep. Though, as she gave him an irritated glance, not well. His spectre was barely visible against the black of the night. She couldn’t help but wonder if it strained him too much to be there.

<”I set us free, A’dorel.”>

Pain played across his features as he shook his head, staring at her in anger and disgust. <”No, you doomed our daughter and grandchildren.”> It took a moment for those words to sink in. Her daughter. She’d had two, though the task of raising them had fallen to A’shatara, her older sister. Barely older than a child herself, she’d been too young to truly be equipped to raise the children but it’d been her duty to have them, more so when she’d given birth to a healthy girl the first time. Though not gifted in the way they’d needed of her. The second girl though.

She’d been the spitting image of A’dorel, though the little girl had taken her hair. Both of them had. And where A’dina hadn’t had the gifts needed for her to be tested as a potential Spiritwalker, A’sana had. A’sana had been the only child to be tested and survive. After that, even if she had wanted some hand in raising her child, they’d kept her from her. Sheltered and protected her because of the lie that she would be their savior.

They would have been her downfall.

Anger fought with her fear and surprise for supremacy among her thoughts, leaving them in turmoil. Whatever sound she’d made pulled the attention of her gryphon who made a questioning sound at her before scenting the air. Confusion graced its features when it couldn’t find the threat that clearly had A’sharae upset.

<”No, you would have doomed her. If she’s the one that was restoring the cave, then she would have continued the same damn traditions that were killing us.”> She leaned into her anger, snarling at A’dorel because it was easier to be angry than to question if destroying the caves had been the right then.

<”No, A’sharae...I believe, given time, she would have found a way to break to curse. I believe, with time, she would have started to make atonement for what we did...what our ancestors did. Now...all you’ve done is weaken the prison holding the beast at bay.”> As deep into the desert as they were, even the insects were quiet and after the explosion that was now a glowing mount of smouldering fires and disrupted aether, the animals were silent as well. That silence was almost deafening as A’sharae felt herself pale. She hadn’t considered that whatever might have been locked in the standing stones might have been still tied to the cave even with them pulled so far away from it. Or that it might have been a singular thing and not multiple things.

<”Now you understand...gods, lets pray you haven’t killed our only hope.”>

#Antelope tribe #This is fine #I just got the urge to blow things up in a story #A'sana Dorel adjacent #Just tribe things #ffxiv rp #mateus rp #crystal datacenter

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clembarbarossa · 5 years ago

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Rest and Peace I

The life of an Assassin is one of constant toil, emotional duress and gruesome murders. So, I thought it would be nice to give them rest. Nice days to recover and do what they enjoy at least, amongst their loved ones.

Hey everyone! I started I series of fics whose theme is going to be the Assassins (and some Templar) depicted in peaceful moments, often with love and intimacy, because they deserve it.

My first fic feature Ratonhnhaké:ton, along with some Homesteaders, and is dedicated to my good friend @jiruchan! Enjoy!

There is some Kanienké’ha in this fic too. Feel free to correct me if I messed things up.

You may read it here on Ao3 too.

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August was coming to an end. The air was still warm, the smouldering summer heat under which Warren and Prudence had to toll wasn’t entirely gone. The year was good, the harvest bountiful thanks to the rich soil of the homestead. His carriage filled with caskets of corn, bags of wheat and vegetables, Warren went to Boston to sell their crops.

Still, Prudence had her hands full. Pigs, Cows, Sheep and Poultry to tend to, and so many vegetables yet to pick, and the most delicate task of all: Hunter.

The boy was no longer a baby she could strap to her back while working. At four years of age, he was as swift and lively as the bunnies that constantly tried to nibble at their pumpkins. Prudence was even more worried that he apparently inherited her restlessness. Since her pregnancy and eventful delivery, she toned down her escapades in the wilderness: she felt like her poor Warren’s heart shouldn’t be furthermore mistreated and brave Connor couldn’t be around every time to save her from bears or impatient babies. Speaking of the wolf…

Ratonhnhaké:ton was peacefully walking down the path bordering the farm. Going to Myriam cabin, no doubt to plan their next delivery of fresh furs. What intrigued Prudence was that the young man wasn’t wearing his heavy hooded coat, even he had to adapt to the heat after all. Even more unusual was the absence of any of his weapons, no bow nor guns and neither tomahawk at his sides. Only his peculiar leather bracers remained.

“Conno’!” Young Hunter had spotted Ratonhnhaké:ton too, and rushed to his side with his usual recklessness. The balance of four years olds being what it is, he tripped a first time, and a second that made him land flat on the ground. The boy began to wail a mere two second after and Prudence could not refrain a chuckle, her son certainly had had worse stunts. Connor picked him up and brushed the dirt off with his hand.

“Hello Connor, what deadly injury has my child sustained?” she jokingly asked.

“Nothing worth bothering Dr White,” he softly replied, as Hunter stopped crying “this case seems beyond saving, I am afraid…”

Prudence laughed at Connor’s unexpected joke; the humour was lost to Hunter who whined and clang to the young man. The usually touch-adverse Connor welcomed the toddler’s embrace and picked him up in his arms as he got up.

“You were up to discuss furs and pelts with Myriam, I wager?”

“Yes. Ellen is expecting a big commission from Boston and needed material, it will be easier to do if we team up.”

“Indeed. Now sweetheart,” she turned to her son, “Connor has business to do, you heard, so you better leave him be…”

Hunter yelped a defiant “No!” and clang harder to Connor when his mother attempted to grab him. The frown she made reminded Connor of how his own mother reacted to him misbehaving; she shifted her tone accordingly:

“Oh no, you son of mine, you do not talk back to me.” Prudence growled without raising her usually gentle voice, “no one has time for a tantrum here, not Connor and certainly not me.” Hunter made a sad put and started to loosen his grip on Connor when the man spoke:

“I do not mind if he stays with me, Prudence. You look like you have much to do and I am not that busy myself.”

Prudence was taken aback by her friend’s proposal, but she had to admit it was a tempting one; she could finish her work much earlier without her toddler scampering around.

“Aw that’s awfully nice of you Connor, but you are like Warren you spoil him too much, he’s going to turn rotten!” Hunter stuck his tongue out at his mother who playfully flicked him on the nose, the toddler giggled.

“Sorry for that”, Connor said with a smile.

“Don’t apologise for bein’ nice. And thank you, I could use this help, I trust you with him more than Terry’s boys.”

Connor chuckled, Malcolm and Angus were rowdy kids and their last attempt at babysitting nearly ended in disaster. Thankfully, Norris saw them in his mine before lighting his charge’s fuse.

<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

One of the first things Hunter told Connor when he started to talk was for asking him why he is so tall. The adults around laughed at the young boy’s questions. Prudence didn’t miss the occasion and proclaimed that Connor became so tall because he wasn’t fussing when eating his soup, unlike a certain someone. Oliver thought more likely that the robust and meaty native diet was to thanks for that and Lyle White pondered if the fresh air of the Kanien’ké valley, free of the towns’ miasma, was responsible. Connor had no answers, although his parents were certainly not short. The memories of both Kaniehtí:io and Haytham made him fell silent for the rest of the evening.

Now, Connor long legs and usual fast paced walk rapidly proved way too quick for little Hunter who scrambled behind him.

“Conno’… Conno’!” The young man turned to face his charge, Hunter’s face clearly showed his frustration as he approached, “you too fast… I can’t follow you…”

“You are right, Hunter. My apologies.” Ratonhnhaké:ton softly replied, he extended his hand to the boy who eagerly took it.

For the rest of the walk, Connor had to lean and adjust his pace to Hunter’s. He didn’t mind as the child was extremely happy that way. He was hopping alongside his friend on the forest path and pointing at the birds while making joyful noises. Connor was used of this now, and resisted the urge to chide him for what would be seen as awfully rude amongst his people. He caught sight of a Northern Cardinal, all crimson, singing on a branch. “Look Connor, all the pretty feathers! Do you use its feather for your hair?”, the boy asked.

“We do not. We use Eagle’s feathers.”

“Oh. And why do you use feathers?”.

Connor pondered the question and the best way to answer it to the boy. It was not often that Colonists asked him questions about his culture, even amongst his Assassin brethren. “We use it to celebrate, to show our feats to our people and our origin too.”

“Origin?”

“Well... I am from the Kanien’kehá:ka nation, or… Mohawk as some say. If I want to show it to the people of other tribes, I will have to put three eagle’s feathers in my hair.”

“Oh!” Hunter showed a great deal of interest that surprised Connor, “and why don’t you do it now then?”

“I… I am not… It will not fit with my hood.”

“Aw… to bad, because I think it’s pretty!”

“Yes. And we use feather to make things pretty too.” Hunter giggled.

As they were nearing Myriam’s cabin, Connor spotted an Owl that Hunter didn’t see. He kneeled beside the boy and pointed at it with is lips, in native fashion. “Look here: tsihstekeri.”

“What!?” The toddler’s shout startled the bird of prey who angrily stared at them both.

“Tsihstekeri,” repeated Connor, “That’s how my people call the owls.”

“Wah! And how you call eagles?”

“Akweks.” Ratonhnhaké:ton replied.

Connor was baffled but endeared by Hunter’s awe. To a four years old boy still struggling with English, the idea that things could be named in a whole different language was a constant source of amazement. When they reached Myriam’s cabin, Connor smiled and said “Iontó:rats.”

“Hello to you too, Connor.” Myriam absentmindedly replied; she was sharpening the knife Norris once gifted her. “Kwey[1]! That’s how you say it too, right?”

That word was familiar to Ratonhnhaké:ton, it was the first that sprung out of the lips of the tribes north and south of the Great Lakes and the Great Walking River[2] when they meet each other.

“This is a greeting we use amongst many people, though my brethren usually say Shé:kon, to greet one another.”

“Then what did you say, just now?”, Myriam stood up, “I hope you weren’t calling me names”, she jokingly added.

“Conno’ is teaching me words!”, Hunter suddenly shouted.

“Yes, Iontó:rats means ‘Huntress’.”

“Oh well, ‘Yon-do-rads’? That’s nice to know. And how would you call a little hunter like we have here?”, she said while smiling at Hunter.

“Rató:rats.”, he replied, while smiling at his young charge who beamed back.

Connor and Myriam started discussing their upcoming tasks: on which ground to hunt and which to lay traps, where to find the best furs for Ellen. Hunter quickly bore of this conversation and began to wander around the Huntress’s cabin. The sight of dead trapped rabbits and drying furs didn’t faze the little farm boy much, he was used to it, watching his father kill pigs and poultry then playing in the feathers his mother plucked. The traps aligned by the door caught his eyes however. While the snares where not much to look at, the wolf and bear traps, with their sharp teeth, inspired him a morbid curiosity…

“Do not touch that, Hunter!”

Connor’s shout snapped him out of his little examination, his fingers already too close to the rusty maws, thankfully closed.

“Oh, you need to keep an eye on that one, remind me of someone…” snickered Myriam.

“Indeed” Connor beckoned Hunter to approach, as the toddler came closer, pouting all the way, he took his hand in his own, “There are things you should not touch, little one,” he lightly squeezed his fingers to make his point, “those could easily hurt you if you are not careful. Do you understand?”

Hunter nodded and looked away, a bit upset by the lecture, Connor elected not to mind that. Myriam laughed as she stood up.

“Well, I’m not in a hurry to get one of my own. It’d be complicated to have another baby around.”

“I’m not a baby…” muttered Hunter and Myriam laughed again, tried to gently poke his puffed cheeks only for the boy to whine and hide behind Connor’s broad back.

“You and Norris aren’t planning to have one?”

“Well, he’d like too, and I’m not really against it, but you know how I feel about the whole housewife business.”

“I do,” Connor smiled, “and the trees remember too.”

“Oh please,” Myriam rolled her eyes, “Don’t bring this up, I panicked and nearly ruined my dress in this damn river.”

They both laughed while Hunter side-eyed them.

<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

Ratonhnhaké:ton and Hunter were back into the wilds, the adults assigned each other places were to lay traps. Once again, Connor was carrying Hunter on his shoulders, to protect him from the bushes and vines. Hunter was lazily resting on Connor’s head, humming a little tune while playing with his braids. Connor didn’t mind and was looking for good spots for trapping foxes. Since he was in charge of Hunter, both he and Myriam thought it wiser that she takes care of the wolves and their pelts.

Finding a good place, he crouches to lay his snare and place some bait. Hunter tighten his grip on Connor’s head and giggles as these movements make him rock back and forth. Connor playfully moves his shoulders to humour the child some more. Hunter’s laughter of delight echoes under the trees and scare off numerous birds.

“Ush, Hunter, look.” Connor pointed toward the edge of the forest, by a clearance bathed in sunlight, first with his lips, then with his hands when Hunter didn’t understand. “Over there, quietly…”

The boy squinted in this direction then gasped.

“A doe!” His whisper barely concealed his excitement.

“Yes. Oskenón:ton. Keep looking, under her belly.” Hunter focused, and saw a small creature peeking under the deer, similar but smaller with a constellation of white spots on its back.

“Her baby!”, this time Hunter wasn’t as discreet and shouted. The doe stiffened and raised her head, sniffing the air, her ears twisting in all direction, searching for any trace of danger. Hunter realised his mistake and covered his mouth with his hands.

“You need to be careful, Hunter,” whispered Connor, “Do not make any noise, lest you want to startle the animals.”

The doe hopped back in the thick of the woods, her progeny right after her.

“Aw no~” Hunter pouted, disappointment clear in his voice,

“You will have other chances. Just remember to be silent, alright.” Ratonhnhaké:ton felt the boy’s nodding and resumed walking.

“Conno~?”

“Hum?”

“I’m hungry…”

“Is that so? Hum…” Connor thought of an answer as Hunter was starting to squirm, he remembered a place where blackberry brambles were growing and probably bear fruits this time of year, it would be a good trapping ground too. “Do you like blackberries, Hunter?”

“I do! I do!”, the boy shouted in excitation and trampled his legs on Connor’s torso. “Let’s go pick bwackberries, Conno’!”

The young man laughed at the sound of his charge’s childish slurs and enthusiasm and sprung forward.

Despite Connor’s firm grip on the boy’s legs, he did bounce quite a bit on his shoulders. Hunter’s laughter and encouragement to go faster made him increase his pace. A soft wind began to blow, ruffling the leaves and the grass, cooling both of their faces. Hunter laughed even more and raised his arms to try and catch the leaves blown away. Connor kept his fast pace and the speed made forest around them blur in shades of green and brown.

As they were nearing the brambles, Connor slowed down but kept skipping to humour the child. Even amongst Hunter’s giggles, he could distinctly hear a ruffle in the bushes that was way too loud to be of a hare, and far too near to be on an animal anyway. He came to an abrupt stop and gently placed in index on Hunter’s lips to advise him silence, the boy gasped and froze, taking this as a new game or the chance to see another creature.

As they stood silent and listening, the ruffling increased.

“Shit!”

“Oh! That’s not an animal!” exclaimed Hunter, “Hey! Your mommy will wash your mouth with a soap if you swear!”

“Don’t tell Ellen, then!” a girlish voice replied beyond the brambles. Connor recognised it as Maria’s. He couldn’t see the girl yet but heard her struggling in the bushes.

“We will not, Maria. But what are you doing?” As he said that, Connor was approaching and saw the teenage girl, her dress tangled in the brambles and stained by blackberries. She looked up with a mixed expression of contrition and anger, somewhat softened by the sight of little Hunter perched atop Connor’s shoulders.

“I was just strolling around. Something startled me and… Mom is going to kill me.” She said looking at the disaster brought on her dress.

“She certainly will not,” Connor reassured her, “but she will probably want you to fix your dress.”

“Same thing! I hate doing it, I don’t wanna become a seamstress, damn it!”

“You should not swear in front of Hunter.”, Connor warned as he was getting the boy off his shoulders.

“Right,” she sniffled, “Sorry, I… I have been trapped here for a quarter of an hour at least…”

“Conno’ and I we saw a lot of birds,” exclaimed Hunter, running toward her, “and a doe and her baby!”

“Ah… I that so?”, Maria replied with a grimace, trying to be somewhat amiable to the toddler.

“Yes!” He lowered his voice, “and Conno’ he told me to be quiet because… because we shouldn’t scare the mommy with her baby!” He exclaimed anew, forgetting his caretaker’s advice.

“Her fawn, Hunter.” Connor softly corrected him as he started to help Maria getting untangled.

“Fawn!” Hunter joyfully repeated, “We saw a doe and her fawn, Maria!”

“You two are lucky, then… The only thing I saw was a go… a cursed wolverine. Foul beast snarled at me, that’s why I ran and got caught here.”

“You did well,” replied Connor, “better getting caught in a thicket than treading on the ferocious Tsikenekerehetshotáhrhon.”

“The what?!?” Exclaimed Maria.

“Conno’ is teaching me animal names in his language.” Answered Hunter, “An eagle you call it ‘Ag-wek’!”

“Oh. That’s nice…” Hunter proudly beamed at her. “I think you’ll have to cut some of it Connor, it’d be too tattered even if you get it out anyway… And I forgot my knife…”

“It looks like you are right…” Connor glanced at Hunter to check where he was looking; luckily, he was already picking and savouring the blackberries. Connor swiftly detached is left hidden blade to cut Maria free of the thorns. She stumbled out the way and stretched her legs, enjoying her new freedom.

“Ah, thank you Connor! You must have magical power, always here to save people when needed!”

“I wish it was true, Maria,” sadly replied Connor, he handed her the ragged piece of cloth he just got out of the bramble.

“Maria! Say “Aaah”!”, Maria looked down to see Hunter presenting a blackberry for her to pick, the boy already had purple juice all over his mouth. She got the fruit with her mouth and smothered Hunter’s giggles with her new rag.

<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

Once the trio had their fill of blackberries, or “Teiote’nenhrà:kton” as Ratonhnhaké:ton taught them, they got to rest at the edge of a clearing. Hunter was running around after the butterflies, observing the various insects frolicking in the grass. Maria lent him her mop cap to shelter his head from the sun. It made him look rather odd, and her quite improper by colonial standard, with her brown locks free on her back, but neither of them cared, and neither did Connor.

They were both sitting in the shade of a great oak, keeping an eye on the kid, a small mount of berries on a leather piece between them from which Maria regularly picked. Her chin was resting on her knees and her hands were buried in her dress. Connor was more relaxed; his legs were stretched in front of him and he was resting on his elbows. He didn’t get to place a lot of snares but that was something he could always do latter, with a more proper equipment this time.

“I should do like Myriam and wear trousers when I go for a walk”, Maria suddenly muttered.

“That would be more convenient indeed.” Replied Connor, “You said you don’t like sewing, but couldn’t you make yourself a pair?”

Maria frowned and half buried her face behind her knees, “I asked Mom… she said it wasn’t proper, quoted a part of the Bible that said it was an ‘abomination’,” Maria snorted of frustration, “and made me read ten pages of it!”.

“I see.” Connor understood the teenager frustration, colonial women had to put up with a lot of constraints while those of his people were the one running the show. His own reading of the Bible was motivated by his desire to better understand colonial society. While he managed to chew through the Genesis and Exodus, wondering all the way which parts were true, which were fictions and how many pieces of Eden were involved, the following books infuriated him with their nonsensical rules. He gave up and Father Timothy had the kindness to explain the rest to him. “I hope she doesn’t say that about Myriam.”

“No. I brought her up actually, and she said that Myriam wear pants because of her trade and that – unlike me – she’s an adult.”

“Eh, she has a point.”

“Still, it’s unfair. I don’t mind dresses, but what’s the point of letting me explore if I have to keep it?”

“You really do like the wilderness around here, do you?”, Connor asked. He saw a glimmer in Maria’s eyes before she answered.

“Yes! I love it here! Everything is beautiful, it’s quiet, I discover new things every week, I doesn’t stink, and the people are nice. It’s not like in New-York…”, her demeanour suddenly darkened, “When this piece of trash was beating Mom again, I was asking for help to everyone… The neighbours, the guards, nobody answered… If you didn’t happen to be here…”

“I was. And I would do it again anytime, Maria.” Connor comforted her, “As will everyone in the homestead.”

“I know. That’s why I like it here.” She said with a smile. Connor smiled as well; it was during these moments that he knew everything he was doing wasn’t in vain. That he was actually able to help people be safe and happy. They both stayed silent a little while until Hunter ran toward them.

“Conno’!! Maria! Look what I got! Look!” The overexcited toddler opened his hands to reveal a massive spotted beetle with a pair of horns on its head[3].

“That is a good catch, Hunter.” Connor said, “Well done.”

“Looks like a Rhinoceros…” Maria mumbled.

“A what?” Hunter asked.

“Rhi-no-ce-ros. It’s a giant beasty from Africa with two horns on its head, like your bug here. I’m sure Connor has heard of it.”

“I did not. You seem really knowledgeable on the matter, Maria.”

The young girl struggled a bit to refrain a smile of pride, “I have a book with a lot of engravings of animals from all around the world, some of them reaaally weird. I got it at school because of my good grades.” She noticed the gleam of expectation in Hunter’s big eyes, “I’ll show it to you, if you want”

The toddler beamed at the proposal and voiced his approval of the idea. It was at this moment that the beetle decided it had enough of his handling and flew off his hands. The young boy tried to catch it without any success.

“Ah no! It was gift for Mommy!”

“Living beings are no gift, Hunter. Especially wild animals, that’s why it got away, you cannot deprive it of its freedom.” Connor lectured him.

“And I don’t think Prudence would like this kind of gift anyway,” snarked Maria, “You should get her a bouquet instead, there’s plenty for it in this meadow.”

Hunter instantly got his smile back and ran away in the grass to pick flowers. Connor chuckled, memories came back of an adventure where a flowery gift was less appreciated, but Prudence would like it no doupt.

“So, you were good at school, a pity there isn’t any here.”

“Oh, I had time to learn a lot. And Father Timothy keeps teaching me about a lot of things, not just the Bible. And he’s waaay nicer than the Pastor’s wife who was teaching us back in New York.”

“Good to hear. And… do you know what you want to do later?”

“I already work with Mom, and she wants me to take over after her.” She buried her face between her knees again, “And I don’t want to be a seamstress. I think that I want to see more of the world and help people, like you do.”

Connor’s back stiffened. It wasn’t an answer he was expecting, part of him felt pride and approval, but he also felt fear, for his path was hard, dangerous, and thankless. For his brothers and sisters, being an Assassin was their choice. On the contrary, it was something destiny, or dreadful spirits, threw at him and he embraced it without fully realising the implications at first and he had to learn the hard way. He wasn’t one to turn down expectations and potential recruits, but dragging a young girl into his world was the last thing he wanted, especially the daughter of a friend.

“I just help people I encounter.” Connor tried to divert the subject, “It is just something anyone would do, and should do.”

“Ah! You’re humble but you won’t fool me. No ordinary hunter would go around with a frigate, and with those knives inside your wrists”, she glanced at Connor’s hidden blades’ bracers, “Achilles and you were working for people like Tallmadge, right? Helping the Patriots during the war?”

“You… Let’s say that you are not far from the truth.” Connor was impressed by the girl’s deductions and relieved that her conclusion was wrong while still plausible.

“Humpf! You can’t hide it from me,” she said with a mischievous smile, “Once I manage to make a pair of pants under Mom’s nose, you’ll have to teach me how to run in the trees like you do.”

Connor chuckled, “Why not? Myriam could give you some lessons as well.”

Maria brought her legs closer to her body, but Connor could clearly see her wide and proud smile.

<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

As the afternoon was ending, the trio made its way back to the village. Hunter was holding Maria’s hand and his flowers in the other, hopping and humming a tune. Ratonhnhaké:ton was walking besides them, holding a generous bounty of berries in a bag. As they were approaching Ellen and Maria’s house, the girl made a stop.

“Mom is going to scold me for the dress…”

“Probably, but she will also be glad to see you safe and sound. Trying to hide the truth from her is a bad idea, she will know in a way or another.”

“Right…” Maria sighed and went along with Hunter as the boy was pulling her hand.

Maria’s fears were only partially true: Ellen clearly wasn’t happy with the dress but her anger was alleviated by the offering of blackberries, the fact that Maria had to run from a wolverine and the laugh she had when she noticed Hunter still wearing her daughter’s mop cap.

Before they left, she offered a red ribbon to properly hold Hunter’s bouquet, and quickly re-arranged the flowers to better suit Prudence’s tastes despite the boy’s protests when she left the dandelions out.

After proper good-byes, and Maria’s renewal of her promise to show her book to Hunter, they left for the farm. Connor indulged Hunter with another ride on his shoulder. The toddler was overjoyed when Connor crossed the river by doing some free-running on a log instead of the bridge.

When they reached the farm, Prudence was resting under the porch, Connor let go of Hunter and the child ran to his mother.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look what I got you!”

“You what? Oh!” Prudence laughed when her son shoved the flowers under her nose to give her a good look of it. “Thank you, my son, I like your flowers very much.”

“Maria told me to do it and Ellen gave me the ribbon. Do they smell good?” the boy asked. His mother took the bouquet a smelled it, she did it noisily on purpose before giving her verdict.

“They smell wonderful, Hunter.” He beamed and Prudence embraced her son as thanks. This view brought a smile to Connor, he was happy to see that some were able to freely enjoy what was taken from him.

“Well now I’ll have to put them in a vase.” She said while standing up, “A thousand thanks to you Connor, for taking care of my son. I hope he wasn’t too much to handle and that he didn’t prevent you from doing your work.”

“Your son behaved splendidly, Prudence. And don’t worry, none of my tasks had any urgency. I’ll leave you two be for now to attend to it.”

“Wait!” Hunter yelped as Connor was leaving. The toddler ran to the man to hug him. Connor smiled and accepted his embrace.

“Good bye, Conno’. I’ll get to spend time with you again and you’ll teach me other words, right?”

“Right.” Connor smiled, “As soon as I can. Goodbye for now, Rató:rats.” Hunter laughed.

After really leaving and waving back, Connor was left by himself again. The Sun was starting to set and the warm evening light was bathing the trees and meadows. Musty smells of flowers, earth, evergreens and berries were filling the air. Insects and birds were chirping, only interrupted by the occasional breeze that contrasted nicely with the warmth of late August’s weather.

As he came into view of the Manor, Ratonhnhaké:ton realised – with a pinch of sadness to his heart – that it was the first time in months that he had such a nice and quiet time. He probably won’t get another moment like it anytime soon, but such was his work as an Assassin. After all, it was the joy and relief he could bring to others and the promise of such times that made it worth it.

Clearing the clouds of sadness off his mind, like he already did so many times before, and armed with a new resolve, he prepared himself to gear up again.

End notes :

[1] Algonquin for “Hello”, it became a word for salute in many north-eastern languages.

[2] The Saint-Lawrence river

[3] Eastern Hercules Beetle (Dynastes tityus). It looks like a beige Rhinoceros beetle, with black spots.

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