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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years ago

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attraction | hs vampire au

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Pairing: Vampire!Harry x NewbornVampire!Reader

Warnings: major mention of blood, basically a slow burn with sexual tension/teasing, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up before ya tap it), kids), voyeurism, oral (f receiving) and so much more, fluff and a tiny bit of angst

Word count: 10.9k (oops)

A/N: well... hi again? i guess?? 🙃 back from the dead agaaaain 🙌🏻 okay but i had a major writer block since my last one shot and oof, was it tough... but now i’m back! more relax and feeling inspired for halloween? so hope you will enjoy this special oneshot about one of my fav brit boys ❤️💞

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Somewhere near London, UK – year unknown.

Tonight was probably the worst one you ever experienced in your life – well, afterlife –, aside from being turned into a monstrous blood creature against your will just a few months ago. Despite your new inhuman abilities, the mob running and screaming after you still gains ground since you’re leaving a most vivid trail for them to follow.

Though your heart no longer has a normal pulse it feels as if each thump is excruciating pain. The obvious reason might be because you haven't been able to feed yourself properly since you've been... reborn. And so very little human blood was running through your veins because you couldn’t seem to control the hypnosis power. That’s why you’ve been sticking to animal blood but if you were honest, it didn’t give your body the same strength.

Now your body starts to grow heavier by the minute, along with a most painful throb to your fangs that threatens to turn you into a mindless monster that will slaughter aimlessly just to get fed. But that's not what you want. No. No. It may have been four or maybe five months since you could no longer be considered as normal, but still you thought of yourself as a human. And hurting any human was just not conceivable at all for you. You just couldn’t... But sometimes, even the biggest will in the world wasn’t enough anymore.

I feel so sick, I can't go on much longer...

If only these damn hunters knew I wasn't going to kill anyone...

All I wanted was some of her blood because she was alone... just a little bit...

Tears form in the corner of your eyes, feeling like a lost and hopeless child despite being in your twenties. Though you suppose you won’t age anymore now? Or maybe age in such a slow manor you will not be able to see the changes until dozens of years pass. You have no idea at all. The person whom turned you didn't even care to explain a damn thing and just left saying it would be “quite amusing to watch you struggle”.

Your fangs grit in anger just by remembering all this, remembering how and why you could have been so naive – stupid being the right word actually. Willing the tears away you jump into the nearest centenary oak on the side and climb as high as you possibly can. The leaves and branches obscure most of your body, making it easier to hide yourself as you wait in breathless silence for several long minutes. The humans bellow carry guns and crossbows, even torches with blistering fires waving in the cool British wind so hiding from them is definitely the best solution here.

They seem confuse at losing sight of you and your tracks, but the conversation you pick up with your improved hearing foretells how they believe you're still in the area. A tall man with a buff body and dirty blond hair seems the most knowledgeable and well prepared as he dictates how everyone should fan out to cover more space.

Sweat is now dripping all over your body in a way that lets you know your consciousness is going to fade if you don't feed yourself soon. So you use the little strength you have left to escape their sight, silently crawling from a branch to another to reach the next tree. Your senses are becoming dull as well and you know by now you’ll never be able to put up much of a fight if they spot you.

Since there is no one around right now, you decide it may be the best opportunity to climb down and try to get further away into the forest. However, you barely make it to the ground, crunching some leaves beneath your feet before a bullet was fired directly at you. With the quickest slam of your body to the ground, you avoid being hit. For the moment, at least.

“Don't let her get away!”

“Shoot her down! She's weak now!”

Your head shakes, body shivering in a sense of mixed cold and fear, hearing dozens of weapons getting loaded before bullets and arrows start whizzing your way, thanks the lords most of them missing you due to your astute senses. Like blondie said, you are now really weak and can’t help but fail to avoid all of them as one wooden arrow pierces through your shoulder, sending you tumbling to the floor with a screech of pain.

It hurts more than you expected it to, but you grit your teeth and yank it from your skin in one motion. The wound may not be that deep but you can feel blood oozing down your back, staining the fabric of your long dress. After forcing yourself to stand you try to keep running, but after a few steps your body succumbs to your fatigue and falls, noticing the humans have now formed a pretty wide circle around you to cut off every single path possible to escape.

If you weren't this weak and starving for blood, you could fight them off and get away but at this moment, that’s completely impossible. A man with long black hair approaches, extending his hand forward as he’s holding out a wooden cross. The closer he gets the more a headache pounds inside your head, causing you to hiss in agony, tears swelling in your eyes and claws scratching the muddy ground.

Is this the end?

I never got to really live...

I never got to properly love... Love in a way that was true and fulfilling.

A tear slides down your cheek but it's too late. Everyone readies their crossbows and guns to fire at the behest of the long raven haired man. Both of your eyes immediately clench shut, preparing for your upcoming death...

But it never came.

Suddenly, screams and several wet crunches invade your ears while your eyelids slide open the moment you feel an imposing shadow looming over your body. A broad but not too bulky back comes into view as you note a peculiar style of clothing, the vivid red suit they wear contrasting with the dark surrounding of the London outskirt. However the smell of fresh blood rushes through your nostrils, causing your eyes to pulsate and your fangs to throb hungrily.

“How dare you filthy humans attack one of my kind.”

A deep unfamiliar voice penetrates your skull, making you lift your head and discover a tall man with dark wavy hair. He slightly turns towards you, sending you a stoic yet piercing type of glare with intense scarlet pupils that causes goosebumps to bubble all over your body. You have no idea who he is but you can feel in your guts that not only he is indeed a vampire as well but that he's extremely powerful, as demonstrated from the way he dismembers two humans with the vicious dart forward and jerk of his hands. The corpses join the other four on the floor who you discover have their heads decapitated in a clean swipe, no jagged edging to the flesh around their torsos.

The imagery is whiteout a doubt disgusting to even look at, but it's even more appalling that all you can think about is how delicious all this river of bloody disaster smells and how exquisite it would be sliding down you throat. You start to salivate heavily with the madness of hunger, the extreme sensation almost completely overwhelming you but you try your best to hold yourself at bay.

“I didn't expect to see ya again thi' soon, Harry...” your blonde pursuer sighs, his facial expression clearly showing that now, tables have turned.

“I don't want to hear it" interrupts your saviour (at least you hope he is?), his intimidating hoarse voice bringing chills to everyone – you included – while still in front of you. “Leave right now, Niall or I won’t hesitate to rip off y’head too.”

The man named Harry flares all ten of his claws to life, also baring his fangs to definitely reveal that nothing of this was just for show. “'m sick of you killing my people. If they're slaughtering the humans, it would be different but this one–” He turns pointing his finger at you, “this girl hasn't killed anyone. I can smell it... You're chasin' her down for no reason.”

“T-That's not– she was attacking someone, dat's why she got caught–”

"If you speak one more word to me that isn't beggin' for your life followed by leaving, I'll rip all of your limbs before I even go for y’head.”

Harry and Niall stare each other down, the tension as shape as a knife. The human may know how to counter his vampire foe but in all likelihood with most of their numbers dead or bleeding to death, he's aware that right now he has not a single chance. And once again, cohabitation seems the only way to get out of here in one piece (hopefully).

“Fine... we'll be goin'. I know thi’ is yar territory mate, we crossed da border” Niall apologises, a hand over his chest and a small bow before telling his fellow hunters to retreat back to the city.

Though Harry isn't usually happy about letting humans go his posture is finally relaxing a bit, claws retracting as he death glares everyone down until they are no longer insight.

With a long and heaved sigh he fully turns around, finding you holding your head and gritting your fangs in disarray. It's quite clear you are probably not even aware of your surroundings, the blood shot vessels in your eyes telling the brunette your current state of hungriness. As soon as he's by your side in a blink of an eye, he bends down on his knees in front of you, pushing your own hands away so he can clutch your cheeks.

“Calm down, dear, relax your mind. Open your mouth and let me see your fangs, please.”

Though you whimper in uncertainty, that man in front of you is after all the vampire that slaughtered those humans to save you. So you still let him give a look at your small white fangs, your whole jawbone hurting as if you just got punched right in the face.

“I see they haven't grown completely... You must’ve been turned recently, am I right?”

Harry seems slightly angry, though you're not entirely sure it's directed at you but more at his findings. When he pulls back, you follow his body as he grabs a nearby severed arm and brings it back to you. His brows raise in surprise, not expecting this reaction when you whine and push it away, clearly disgusted by it.

“There’s no time to be picky anymore, darling. Y'need to stop thinkin' you're still human, so drink the blood.”

Your head slowly raises, panting as you stare right into his most mesmerising green eyes, some scarlet red from before still outlining his pupils, with your own sorrow filled orbs. Though Harry knows what that look represents, he could hold no sympathy for your lost humanity as he delicately brushes his hand through your hair before pushing the flesh into your mouth for your own good.

It only takes a second for your fight to disappear, the taste of blood that your veins and taste buds have longed for these last weeks finally flowing in your system. Like a wild beast your fangs sink deeper into the arms flesh, sucking and gulping greedily until it's nothing but a shrivelled and discolored severed limb.

The older vampire watches your irises glow with the brightness of your eye colour. In like a snap the strained vessels inside your sclera dissipate bits by bits, assuring that the wound on your back would heal after some minutes as well. Harry expected it when you flicker with your new found strength over to one of the corpses and starts bleeding it dry.

He stands here, crossing his arms over his classy red velvet suit while watching over you. Once he judges you had enough and didn't want you to become addicted in a way that would drive you insane, he carefully but still kind of strongly grab your wrist. You let a little hiss at him, defiantly, which makes him smirk in a way that lets admire his now noticeable dimples and handsome features. Within a few seconds you calm down but Harry is now holding both of your wrists in his grip

“Stay still, dear” was his command, simple yet strict so it feels like you have no choice but to obey.

After letting go of both of your hands once you calmed down, Harry cups your chin with his thumb and index finger, gently turning your head back and forth. You are not sure what the brunette is doing until he finds feint punctures on the side pale skin of you neck. The wound itself seems healed but you still have little small bruises.

“How long ago were you turned and who was it? Why are they not here watchin' over you?”

His array of questions makes you frown, wiggling free of his grasp just so you can huddle your hands around your trembling sorrow body, memories getting their way back into your brain. Memories you consider more as nightmares that keeps hunting you like a damn curse, only to remind you at each breath you take that nothing will be like it was before.

“He was... s-someone I cared about. We'd been seeing each other for a while, and then one day... H-he bit me... a-and forced his blood down my throat.” Telling the story doesn’t really make you feel any better, specially when you let Harry know that the man you trusted only wanted to watch you suffer for his own pleasure.

Seeing a newborn vampire like yourself, looking as lost and fragile as a deer into the wildness, really gets to him. Harry lived for countless centuries he forgot the exact number, but he definitely knows since day one that turning people was against the rules for the most part. At least turning someone and not helping them come into their new desires, powers and hunger. Honestly he is quite impressed you lasted so long on your own when he heard you say it has been nearly five months.

“Come this way, darlin'. The air reeks of human filth out her’.”

With a sudden but graceful turn the vampire starts walking away and finds it amusing how you scamper behind him like a lost puppy. Even your hand grabs the back of his velvety suit, like you dread the feeling of being alone. His comparison to you as newborn is not to be mean or even condescending. You are just so new to your turning that it is perfectly plausible to be scared and anxious about literally anything in your surrounding.

Harry doesn’t mind at all and pretty soon, you both are stepping deeper into the forest your attack happened for a good twenty minutes if not more. Then in front of you slowly appears what looks like a field, a large meadow embraced by the night and in its middle a quint little cottage. It looks nice and homey, but not what you first expected from a fearful creature like him.

“It's not a castle...”

The older vampire sneers at your remark and then turns to you, showing a surprisingly charming grin before pointing to the east. “My real home's far away from here, that's where the castle of y’stories will be. It's vast an' much larger than y'could possibly think, but I don't really fancy it.”

Your eyes blink curiously at him before gasping and pointing your finger in disbelief, a sudden realisation sticking your mind.

“O-Oh my god– are you from r-ro-royalty?!”

“You could say that” the brunette grins while pushing some curly locks back from his forehead. “Lord Harold Edward Styles, is what they call me. Harry for short.”

He merely cackles when your eyes start to swirl in confusion, before babbling nonstop that you didn't know and hope in the same breath with fearful eyes that he won’t kill you. Harry can’t help but frown at this, letting out a sigh.

“Come 'ere and tell me your name, dear. I have no reason to kill ya.”

For some reason, the peaceful and serious expression on his face feel trustworthy, offering his hand like a safety net he knows you need to feel secure. So after a small nibble of your bottom lip, you slowly place your petite hand in his and let him pull you inside his home.

“My name is (Y/N)... Thank you for saving me, my Lord.”

It honestly feels awkward to refer to him like that but maybe was it his rightful term? Being now a vampire yourself, you assume your “rank” is probably way lower than his so “serving” him seems... obvious, right? Yet anything that was happening since you began this new life was a matter of pure confusion to you, even more now since your new encounter with this vampire from royalty.

“You wanted to know who turned me... well, his name was Nick. I don't know if he's still around here, I'm sorry–”

“Just call me Harry, darlin’. I don't care at all for useless formalities unless y’break the rules or try to attack me.”

You viciously nod your head. Never would you do that, you still feel incredibly grateful and intimated by just being in his presence.

“The name sounds familiar as well. A fugitive whose turns 'umans against their will for dozens of years...” Harry mutters to himself, looking pissed that the enforcers in charge of catching people like that still haven't.

And so over the next few days, you learned about your new species in details and got a low down on all the rules you must do your best to follow at all costs. Harry even began to teach you about your abilities and how to tame your appetite for blood, though he commented once again that you were handling yourself well from the beginning.

Harry is for sure a mysterious man and doesn’t honestly act like someone whom is probably rightful King to the vampire’s world. It’s pretty clear he lived a long life while yours had just started. He appears to you as a ray of hopeful guidance in a world that becomes murky and malleable.

“(Y/N), dear, come 'ere.”

At his beckoning call, you place down the book you're reading and come to sit down next to him on the couch. At this point you've been staying with him in the cottage for a few months and knew what to expect when his hands approach your visage to cup your cheeks. Though it’s still a little embarrassing, but still you part your lips and let him examine your fangs like he has many times before ever since you met.

“They're just 'bout fully grown, since you've been fed regularly.”

Your head nod as his hands delicately slide away. It looks like there is something going on his mind, an internal struggle based on his body language that you get used to understand by now.

“Are you still havin' headaches and painful pulses?”

Honestly you wish to say no so he wouldn't worry. But the man likes the truth and only the truth as if the word is his middle name, and you own him that.

“Sometimes... but I'm fine right now. I thought it might be a form of withdraw?”

“You're not too far off. That piece of– person who turned ya didn't give you enough blood. Your human cells an' new vampire ones were basically fighting for dominance at the beginning, but it's clear which one will win in the end.”

Lifting his hand he uses the sharp claw of his index to slice a gash across his palm. Instantly his dark red blood pools in his grasp, before holding it out towards you.

“Drink.”

“I... c-can't?” It comes out as a question because you are indeed confused. “I mean– am I even allowed to? You're the vampire Lord after all... I–I don't want you to get in trouble–”

Harry chuckles immediately, like there isn’t a being alive that could punish him for breaking the rules. With a lift of his unharmed hand looping around your hip, he has you feeling all kind of dizzy when he clenches his fist and dripped his blood onto your plump pink lips.

“Just drink, dear. Maybe I need to start teachin' ya not to question my decisions, mmh?”

His words and your newfound position that has you sitting in his lap makes you feel bashful. You barely begin to lick your lips when the brunette lets you grab his hand to hold it up against your mouth. He feels your warm tongue lap lightly at first along his cold skin, before pursing against the wound and slowly starting to suck.

“That's it... You can sink y'fangs in if you want. The wound will heal faster than you think.”

You blink your big doe eyes at him, your face wondering without a word if all this is alright but you know Harry doesn’t want you to doubt him. Pulling back for just a second you take a breath and bare you fangs again, gently pressing into his skin enough to gulp a little more of his blood. As soon as he decides you had enough Harry pulls back and to your surprise, his wound and marks of your fangs both disappear within a few seconds.

The corners of his pale lips edge up, amused by your astonishment but he startles you with a reposition of your body before you can even realise anything. Now your legs are suddenly straddling either side of his hips, both of your hands pressing timidly at the turquoise suit covering his shoulders with confusion and shyness as the vampire brushes back your hair and leans down to your neck.

“My turn, now” his voice enticingly rasps against your skin. “We can replenish each other thi' way... though my blood is more to stabilise your vampire genes.”

Harry aires the hottest breath along your neck as he then bares his long fangs and sinks deeply into your flesh. You can’t help but gasp, but it sounds more like a moan that you aren’t completely aware of as he starts sucking your warm liquid.

“O-oh Harry–”

He smirks at your honesty, looping both of his hands around your backside. Within seconds he feels your own unsure sway, with the slow pet up against the back of his dark curls. It's been awhile since the brunette had a woman in his arms so his instincts and desires are telling him to take advantage of it.

But in the end Harry resolves against himself as you are still new to his world, and just wants to help you without adding strings. After a handful of seconds and a gulp or two of your sweet wine he pulls back, tenderly lapping up and down the holes until they heal properly and then help you sliding off his lap to make you sit next to him, catching sight of a shy blush of your cheeks and slightly faze expression.

“You shouldn't experience headaches anymore, darlin'” he begins almost too indifferently, “just don't do anything futile an' you’ll get used to bein' a vampire in no time.”

Next Harry sits up more comfortably, flattening his cream oversize pantsuits over his thighs as he side-eyes your cute expression – though is kind of displeased that you’re not looking at him anymore. But he does have to admit that teasing someone was such a nice sensation.

"I’m goin’ to make us some food, so relax in the meantime.”

You simply nod as an answer, definitely not trusting your voice since only stutters would come out if you try. But Harry doesn’t seem to pay attention to your lack of vocal answer, a satisfied expression on his face since he keeps enjoying the reactions you get over anything he does. And as much as he could simply use pressure to dominate and have you sweating in fear, all the man wants is a companion that won’t mind being at his side for awhile.

And so that's exactly who you became to the vampire.

Even after a few months and display that you were functioning perfectly as a vampire and could live on your own without trouble if you desired, you stayed. But the disheartened expression you showed him when Harry said you could leave struck a chord inside his chest. It was clear you thought he’s got tired of you or that you weren't allowed to stay with someone like him for very long because of his status.

Instantly the older vampire put a stop to any of those thoughts by saying that if you wanted to stay, you could. He wasn't kicking you out, he was only giving you the opportunity to leave and see the world by yourself. You were still a young and inexperienced vampire after all. Though the thought of traveling didn't sound like a bad idea, the year you spent with Harry up to this point had been very enjoyable. He held a most gentle yet imposing aura, which was only right since he was not just Lord in name but mostly in power. However that wasn't why you wanted to stay.

Harry had taken care of you and made you feel safe. The feeling you began to experience for him was new but somehow, you wanted to nurture the desire to be with him and make him happy if possible. The way he talked, teased, touched, held you in his grasp and let you feed off of him felt so intimate and somehow romantic.

In this respect time flew by and in a way felt like it had frozen since neither of you would show any signs of ageing. Both of you grew closer and found out that Harry was (surprisingly) a great cook, received visitors from the castle he told you about almost all the time and had a soft spot for the graceful beauty of nature. It was not that hard to tell because the brunette admitted right away that he enjoyed wandering outside the cottage, might be only to walk around or appreciate the first rays of dawn or sunset. And you could tell he took care to not trample the flowers under his steps and sometimes, you saw him watering the ones around his front porch. Some days you would even notice a new bouquet freshly gathered, settled in a Victorian style vase on the living room table. It was a small most insignificant trait, but you adored finding out those types of mannerisms.

“Harry?” you call softly with a thoughtful finger under your chin. At first you thought he was reading in his study since he had a nice little library, but the room was empty. Turning back, you check the living room and kitchen but they are both empty as well.

For a moment you wonder if he stepped out without saying – he's done it multiple times before. However you stop in front of his bedroom and get the feeling he might be taking a nap, another thing that isn’t uncommon. If he indeed is resting you don’t want to disturb him but after a small knock, you peak your head inside the room.

Low and behold there the brunette vampire is laying sprawled out on his bed, the silly thought that it should have been a coffin makes you giggle but you learned with him that many stereotypical aspects of vampires are so wrong – though it's true you can't walk in the sunlight, that crosses can cause pain and any significant damage to your body will kill you.

Now that you know he's asleep, you can't ask him what you wanted. Without getting too close you watch him sleep for a second and find his peaceful expression alleviating. Every now and then, you get the feeling the weight of the world was on his shoulders. And inside your heart, you know he was such a good man. After maybe a minute you turn back, ready to head out the room but his low and raspy voice calls out to you in a way that has you tripping over your own feet, bumping into the nearby wall.

“What is it, (Y/N)? Aren’t ya a bit clumsy, dear?” Harry snickers while sitting up, watching you rub your shoulder with a flustered expression.

From the look on your face and the way you avoid eye contact, he can clearly guess what you are bashfully unsure of if it's alright to ask of him.

“If you want to be fed, come ‘ere.”

The fact that Harry always knows what's on your mind is a little scary and reassuring at the same time because he has never used any of his power to harm you. With soft eyes, you step over to the right side of his bed and watch as he unbuttons the first few around the collar of his extravagant flowing shirt. As soon as his neck is exposed from the lacy collar, the vampire leans to the side beckoning you to take what you want without a word.

A gulp slides down your throat as you sit down on the edge of the bed. With the lift of your hands, you slowly push his pearly necklace up then press them on each of his shoulders before brushing your nose along his neck, fanning an ever soft breath against his skin with the bare of your fangs.

“I really like your personality, Harry... I-I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Your tender confession catches him off guard more than the actual prick of your fangs, not that any bite you'd already given him comes with very much force. The brunette can feel himself enjoying the way you suck his blood out of his system. It’s definitely a hard thing to play off for him right now, and it has actually been every single day you shared with him.

When you had a gulp or two you then part a little and tenderly kitten-like lap at your punctures, speeding up the healing process for him.

“... do you want to bite me as well?”

Though your cheeks are a little warm you show a most candid smile, brushing back your hair to display your neck for him just as he has done for you.

“I do, but... I'll decide where I want to bite ya. Just relax, darlin'.”

Despite a little confusion, you don’t mind the tug of your body closer to his own. Both of his unblinking emerald orbs glanced your body up and down in a way that makes you feel embarrassed. If he’s not going to bite your neck, where else is he going to sink his fangs?

The dress you have on is a simple long white off the shoulder variety that honestly displays some of your skin while still letting you look sweet and innocent. Honestly Harry likes it a lot – maybe a bit too much actually – just because he would wickedly enjoy defiling that imagery in his mind. You are a kind and sweet woman, a total sweetheart indeed, but the man already found out vividly that you liked pleasure just as much as anyone else does.

Without thinking very much his cold hand raises up against your right knee, the tail of your outfit covering it. The way you shyly bite your bottom lip with your fangs is a hell of a nice image. Harry only caresses a little bit along your inner thigh before sliding his hand under the fabric, and then rest it directly on your skin. Edging his head forward he startles you with the way he tugs down the middle of you dress with his fangs, until he can see perfectly between your cleavage.

The location Harry chose is so confusing that your frame jolts the moment the vampire sinks into your flesh. Both his hands are against your body, enjoying its shape as he gulps your sweet nectar greedily. He savours your startled grasp on his shirt but the uneven pulse he feels beneath your flesh encourages him to keep going, his now scarlet orbs flickering with heavier desire.

All it takes is another small tug to reveal your bare breasts to his lidded sight. By time you realise his lips are already pursed around the closest nipple, warmly lapping the flat of his tongue in a way that feels exquisite. Like the male vampire you quickly get caught up in the moment, leaning your head back to moan and enjoy the added fray of his hand squeezing the other breast.

For a moment, you briefly thinks about how his saliva and tongue are both so warm as they suckle and lick your skin, when his flesh is cold and pale like your own. The answer doesn’t matter specially as his fangs tease your little nub. It’s clear Harry can’t hold back no more, now sunking savagely into your mound.

“O-oh my–!”

A ripple of pure ecstasy slides all over your body, causing you to moan Harry’s name not just once but a couple of times. The pleasure is so unexpected yet your arms circle around his shoulders, curving along his fine muscles but that’s when he realises how he’s letting his lust for you take over him.

Abruptly the brunette detaches from you, a small pop making you gasp but for the most part your hazy expression questions him with such want that he has to look away for his own sanity. The unhindered view of your breasts really dulls all of his develop senses. It had been awhile since he felt such powerful sexual desire for a woman, definitely way too long since his body was apparently getting out of control and a mind of its own.

“Get out” Harry suddenly growls, making you frown and wonder what you’ve done wrong. “I didn't mean to do that– I just got caught up in trying to tease ya. If you're still hungry, go find a human.” When you don’t seem to move, still shocked at his harsh way of talking that rarely happen (in fact it never happens with you), the vampire turns his head back while flaring his menacing dark embers at you in a way that makes you tremble.

With a hurt expression you quickly cover your chest, trying to fix your dress the best you can before apologising like a hurt puppy and simply scamper at the speed of the light out of the room. Once alone, a now heavy silence settled in, Harry’s fists bowl-clawing his palms but it was the least he cared about. He didn’t mean to scare you, in fact he's been trying so hard not to use any of his powers on you.

The man is centuries older than you and shouldn't care about trivial feelings you may have, but both of you had such a good relationship since now and a part of him doesn’t want it to change... though Harry has always seen you as a beautiful woman. It’s not like he can’t admit that much at last, the man was kind of bad at expressing himself out loud most of the time. What he was most unsure about is if you really wanted him or if it was your vampire senses that tells you to submit to him like that.

With a heavy sigh he buttons his white shirt half way up, arranging his long and floating sleeves while deciding he should at least check on you. After all Harry won’t blame you for leaving if you want to create space between you two. Because now that he thinks about it, never did he ever speak to you like he did five minutes ago, and repeatedly calls himself a douche for that.

The thought quickly – and thankfully – dissipates the moment he steps into the hall and hears the running water from the shower inside your bedroom. A relived expression formed on his face, glad that you didn’t leave. Abandonment was something he was used to over the centuries and had lived through many times. It’s honestly a miracle it had been about three years at this point and you maintained a good playful relationship with each other – well, until a few moments ago.

Soundlessly, Harry edges down the hall and notices the door of your bedroom open. As he approaches towards it, he finds himself inside the room before advancing to the closed bathroom door. Now in front of it he closes his eyes and place his hand on the wooden doorframe. His senses are far more astute than your own so every subtle breath you take, movements through the water or flex of your hands as they rubbed soap against your pale body... he could picture it pretty vividly. Just imagining the curves of your body is turning him on, specially thanks to the welcomed sneak peak at your chest from earlier. His fingers silently curl around the door knob, a light voice in his head reminding him once again he should stop before reaching the point of no return, that he should leave you in peace to wash up and later and offer you a nice meal as an apology for being a complete jackass earlier.

However, he can't. His senses twinge with the soothing aroma of lavender tickling his nostrils, knowing that's the soap he got you some weeks ago. With the slowest of movement that you won’t hear nor sense if you don't focus on it, the brunette opens the door wide enough to allow him a peak through the crack.

The first thing his eyes drag over is your long dress crumpled on the floor along with a soft cotton pair of light blue panties. Without waiting a second longer he tilts up and gets a completely unhindered view of your backside. His eyes follow the dip of your spine to the soft plush curve of your ass and long legs. Just observing this much of you has him gulping down hungrily but the moment you turn, using both hands to accentuate your breasts and stomach, there is no path to return to. All Harry can do is pant an uneven breath as you sway the water over your womanly shapes, washing away the soapy sheen of bubbles and suds.

The content and relaxed hum you air echoes inside the small space of the glass shower, bringing the man goosebumps of delight like a moan without sexual inclination. The more he watches your body and the subtle move of your fingers, the more Harry can't stop his own from unzipping his pantsuit to free his cock. His strong fingers curl around his girth, slowly pumping himself up and down as he watches you bend over just a bit to let water cascade down your back. An instant burn of want invades his entire body, the desire to squeeze those fine cheeks or even offer you a naughty little spank not leaving his mind.

Harry watches your hands do exactly what he desires when they pet down your hips and accentuate the shape of your bottom, like the water feels particularly nice cascading against it. Honestly, the smirk can’t leave his face. You're incredibly and undeniably sexy in a most natural way, so why holding back? His palm squeezes the tip of his manhood with excited fervor, still watching you smile shyly at the barely noticeable bite marks on your chest. You like to an extreme when the brunette vampire bites you, there’s no denying this fact as you moaned it to him many times. And Harry has a feeling you would have let him go further if he didn’t get confused about his fantasies.

The claws of his other hand dig into the frame of the door, scratching it all up as he pumps himself with the unbearable desire he has inside his guts for you to touch him. It doesn't even have to be his cock, he'd be fine with you admiring his body like you have before or stroking through his hair with that soft content smile on your delicate pink lips.

Thoughts inside his head become more erotic when he looks up at the sound of your soft voice humming a little tune. Both of his now dark scarlet eyes end up focusing on your mouth and gritting his teeth in a haze of wanting to feel those plump appendages against his girth. The movement of your tongue and warmth of your throat he can picture so vividly bring him closer and closer to the edge with each squeeze along his base and tip.

He even finds the way you rinse your hair to be erotic because you look so whimsical. A thought of wanting to devour you in every single way possible is what officially sends him over the edge, causing him to grind his teeth and grunt your name as he comes all over his hand.

His mind is so cloudy and hazy he doesn't even care that you’ve finally noticed him. Your eyes widen in total surprise, but your complexion darkens at the lewd sight of his arousal dripping from his fingers. Your head turns away before you can implode from embarrassment, hot water still running along your naked skin. You can’t help the deepest thoughts running wild and wondering if Harry was watching you shower to eventually pleasure himself to your body while doing so.

“Don't act shy now, my dear. I'm about to join you.”

At first you blink in confusion, glancing back in his direction to watch as he shuts the bathroom door to be inside the room with you. This signature showing-dimples grin enlightens his face in a way that reveals his pearly white fangs, before letting his already oversize black pantsuits fall to the floor. Harry is pretty quick to unbutton his shirt again, the soft and almost see-through fabric sliding off his shoulder to cascade on the floor soon followed by his trousers and underpants, leaving him absolutely naked for your eyes only.

Harry is the most attractive man you've ever laid your eyes on. A tall and sculptured vampiric body that probably hasn't changed for hundreds of years. With a few steps forward the brunette is on the other side of the shower glass door and wraps his fingers around the handle, ready to erase any distance separating you both. He pauses his movement for a few seconds, letting both of you take in each other’s new found appearance and what might be about to happen.

“If I join you, (Y/N)” begins Harry almost in a whisper, his eyes never leaving yours, “... I won’t ever be able to leave ya alone.”

Your eyes rise in surprise, his expression reflective of how serious he was being. For a second or two you turn away, your hands covering your face which is giving him the impression you might be having second thoughts. Though the croak of your voice and the tender expression you offer when you slowly spin back proves how you've been able to constantly surprise him these past years.

“Is that a promise?"

Without a second thought Harry is right by your side and looming over you in a possessive dominating way. Both of his hands pet along the warm and wet edge of your stomach, before gripping your hips and tugging you completely into his body. Without pretence his expression represents just how much he enjoys your whole and can’t wait but brush some of your hair sticked on your face, assuring you he can't wait another second to kiss you.

The distance between you both closes with the warmest capture of your lips that quickly becomes some passionate tongue action. It honestly feels that divine you couldn't stop yourself from moaning into the kiss. The warmth of the water doubles nicely the little fire forming inside your guts, in a way that affirms you’ve never felt such a discombobulating kiss before.

Right away Harry greedily begins stroking, groping and petting every single supple curve your body has to offer. Even your own hands note the nice shape of his back and every defined dreamy muscle. His lips curve up as he tugs playfully at your bottom lip, the gentle way you appreciate his shape really has him feeling some type of way.

“Give yourself to me, darlin’, this time I won’t be holdin’ back.”

The air of his wanting rasp meets the underside of your chin, of which Harry is currently kissing his way down. With a press of both his hands on your lower back he has you arching and moaning as he licks between your breasts. When the vampire starts to nip at your plush skin, it’s even more overwhelming because not only is he pursing his lips but his tongue is gliding all over you. The flat of his wet muscle makes sure to whirl around the ridge of your nipple, assuring it’s perfectly erect before nibbling on it with his fangs.

“Oh Harry, that feels so good...”

Hearing your honest pleasure encourages him to absolutely cover your breasts in love bites both a literal and physical way, each mark more blissful than the next. Your mind becomes so consumed you don’t even know Harry is backing you up until you meet with the wet and slightly cold tiles.

Just looking up to admire the shower water perfectly cascading over his rippling muscles – his weirdly yet attractive inked skin on full display and usual necklaces in place – is the most blessed image you could wish for. This Adonis of a man looks so perfect that you lean up to offer him your own slow and sensual desire filled kiss. Little do you know he enjoys your initiative, specially since you’re kitty licking around his tongue.

Slowly Harry begins to take over such as his more dominate nature, but you oh so don’t mind. In fact you’re getting lost in the way his strong hands fondle and squish your chest. The thumb of his left hand even circled around the perky tip, while his middle and index on his other give you some slow pinches like he’s determined to have you mewling into his mouth.

“I must ‘ave been out of my mind to wait three fuckin’ years to ‘ave you...” Harry growls while baring his fangs, pressing into the top area of your shoulder. The bite he gives isn’t even painful since the puncture is slow and the suckle he drinks your blood feels so pleasurable.

“H-Harry, I’ve never felt any pain w-when you bite me” you start, stuttering from all his attention on you. “I-I thought I was weird, b-but I can't help but want so much more...”

Harry’s lips curve up against your skin as you let a louder and more frequent moan, not only because the vampire leaves deep red hickeys on your neck and collarbones, but because his hand slides down to rest between your legs.

The moment you sense it outlining your womanhood, you arch your back while clutching your hands tightly around his shoulders. Without waiting his index and middle finger caress your lower lips for just a second or two, before encouraging your legs to spread further apart so Harry can thrust them effortlessly into your core.

“A-ah– feels so good!”

Enraptured by your praise, Harry increases his rhythm and feels the thump of your slow heartbeat. His own is probably pulsing in the same way, it's been so long since the man felt this exhilarated. With a caress at your hip for you to steady, the wobble your legs frays at his kisses all over your breasts and even a slippery curl with his tongue down to your belly button.

By the time you try to follow what’s happening, the brunette is already on his knees between your legs, kissing nonstop at your inner thighs. Out of the corner of his eye you can tell Harry is actually watching himself glide his fingers in and out of your slippery folds. It should be embarrassing, but you find that more thrilling than anything else. He’s so passionate as a lover, the attention he gives being excruciatingly euphoric whatever he does.

“Earlier” his raspy voice mumbles against your thigh before he proceeds, “I was so tempted to push y'down an’ bite your thigh...”

As he licks hungrily at your skin, you recall how he caressed up your upper leg earlier, the touch offered when you woke him up was oddly intimate. It made you bashful since it was so sudden, but if he had done as he wanted you wouldn't have stopped him.

“Now I’ve a second chance... so don't mind if I do, darlin’.”

Your chest heaves with the warmth bubbling all over your skin as you watch the bare of his pointy sharp fangs and the immediate pierce into your inner thigh. A loud moan echoes around the shower, the vibrations prickling Harry’s ears and assuring he won’t part from your delectable flesh until he gives you his most vivid love bite.

Your head shakes at how all consuming the pleasure you’re gladly receiving feels. And as he sucks the sweet blood from your thigh, he doesn’t hesitate to add a third finger into your fold, now working a pace that lets you know in accurate detail that you're indeed incredibly wet. It’s not just the shower anymore, both of you know this for a fact. By now you have no problem admitting you’re turned on like a thousand lightbulbs.

“Your smell’s drivin’ me insane...!” came his lidded snarl, some little blood dripping down his chin but quickly washed away by the shower. Harry is darting for your womanhood like a famished animal, the instant curl of his fingers along your slit having you whimpering and yanking at his wet hair a bit too hard.

“F-fuck– I’m sorry Harry” you whimper out your sincere apologise along with a moan, the back of your head bumping on the tile wall as if the king of vampires like the one kneeling between your legs could get hurt from such a small type of friction. “It feels like I-I can't breath– feels so good!”

"If you're that out of it, y'can be rougher...”

His warm breath hazes over the sensitive bead of your clit, making you convulse in pleasurable disarray. With his hands taking a fist full of your ass, Harry pushes you deeper against his tongue to then curl it up and down. The sensation of him lapping against your slick inner walls has you seeing stars, knowing a man has never eaten you out so hungrily before.

With the constant pant of your moans filling the primal space inside his head, there is only one and simple desire he has: to make you cum on his tongue and no matter what, he will not pull away until you do. It’s more rewarding than you'll ever know to have your writhing body in his grasp, not just your trembling legs when he had the chance to have you innocently straddle him, but the arousal coating his lips and the subtle desire filled push of your hands that want him even deeper inside you were exciting in a maddening way.

“A-ah please Harry, I c-can't–!”

You are barely able to tell him how close you’re feeling right now, as drool ebbs heavily down your lips. Harry is already aware though because of the curl of your fingers, each tugging at his hair in your peak of utmost disorienting pleasure.

With a gentle pat over your soft wet body, he squishes both of your breasts and thrusts his red muscle in a most detail oriented type of way. Your praises grow in frequency as well, telling him how utterly euphoric you feels and how hot the knot in your stomach makes your skin burn, bringing you closer to your end. Everything kinda rushes to the tipping point with a pinch to your buds, causing the instant convulse of your folds and drench of your fluids flow down his chin, assuring the fangs in his mouth are vividly pulsating.

It takes everything not to sink in to your most sensitive body part. Harry manages to calm himself down with the caress of your hands falling limp, feeling one curve around his ear to hold him gently where he is. With the thought of how much he needs to claim you, the brunette gulps down your nectar and even laps the slippery sheen coating your slit.

As he raises back up to stand, all it takes is a small hazy blink for you to miss completely the way Harry yanks up both of your legs and positioned you right against his cock. “’m gonna take you hard an' fast– can't wait another second to make y'mine.”

Your lips part but all you’re able to say is a pant of his name, while coiling tightly around his neck and nodding your head.

“Have all of me, take me Harry–”

The vampire most certainly doesn’t have to be told twice, so without hesitation he thrusts deeply into your slippery folds. His speed is just as instantaneous as the pleasure you start to drown in. You never knew your voice could go so loud and high pitched until a man with much vigour and strength named Harry came along, thrusting his hips in a way that fills you to the brim with every movement he makes.

“S-Shit you're so fuckin' wet– so tight ‘round me, only for me–”

His fangs are on domineering display, getting off on your pleasurable honesty just as much as the throb of your tight folds. You don’t get to see his expression though as you leaned your head back again but this time caused by a every aggressive slam of your ass on his thighs. That gives him the perfect opportunity to enjoy your neck, so the vampire doesn’t mind.

Each electrifying kiss left on your skin feels exceptional, every sway of his hips lets you know he’s a well endowed man and quite honestly just being in his arms has you feeling this way. This man didn't have to save you or take you in and just could have gotten rid of your at any time. But the instant he's allowed you to stay and gave you a comforting space to get used to your knew desires and vampiric body.

There is a part of you that wishes you still has a conventional heartbeat just so you could feel how erratic it could be thundering against your ribcage. However, even without a human heartbeat you still knew you were excited beyond all belief. Just being able to run your hands along his shoulders, maybe even brush up against the back of his head has you feel like his long time lover.

“Fuck, I can't get enough of ya” Harry suddenly growls in madness, dropping one of your legs back against the floor while he pulled the other higher up and hold your thigh, basically watching himself rammed his thick cock into your body. There’re not a single word forming on the tip of your tongue other than whimpers and mewls of ecstasy.

His speed and precision to hit your most sensitive spots are probably only possible due to his improved senses and longevity. No doubt in your mind Harry probably had many past lovers before you but you don’t really care. He always tells you to live in the moment and not muddle through just because of your past.

“You're now a vampire, (Y/N). Act like one for your own sake.”

These are the words he told you over the past shared years together, which became your mantra to feel validated in your new life. Speaking of your new desires, your fangs are constantly throbbing and pulsating for the past minute, reason why your eyes have been glued to his neck and shoulder ever since. The need to bite him is so overwhelming that you simply don’t care to ask before diving forward to sink deeply into the space right bellow his ear.

“H-hah, y'little vixen– that feels so damn good, have your fill” the brunette encourages you with no malice but utter pleasure.

In fact he’s enjoying the twinge of your fangs so much his fervour keeps increasing. His hips edge even closer while his clawed hand takes a hold of your waist and starts slapping at your inner thighs in a way that have your arousal dripping profusely onto the shower floor.

You can’t stop yourself from moaning against his skin or salivating heavily as you absorb down his delectable blood. You swear his nectar tastes even more delicious then it ever has before, like the most finest aged wine. It's a thought you can barely focus on as you suddenly toss your head back, feeling yourself reach a most blissful end.

The moment Harry senses your insides clench repeatedly, he shoves his tongue down your throat and becomes enraptured in the way you meet his every slapping movements. Heavy saliva from both of you mixes together, dripping profusely down your chin as soon as you feels the deeply penetrating thrust of his cock slam into your womb. His arousal fills you to the brim in a way that makes you drift through euphoria.

After some time the brunette parts from your kissed swollen lips, a thin sheen of saliva still connects you together before quickly breaking when he licks his fine pale lips. The vampire smirks at you in complete satisfaction while ever slowly edging his girth away from your wall, not without admiring how thickly coated in your juices his manhood is. Maybe Harry even salaciously admires the dribble of your combined arousal from your slit, but it’s clear you are feeling utterly spent and can only keep yourself up by pressing a bit at his chest and shoulders, leaning your back against the tiles behind you.

With a soft expression that suits him so heavenly, Harry tenderly strokes his hands up your body while admiring once again the plush shape of your stomach, breasts and the slender trail up your neck to cup your soft cheeks. The smile you give him proves he’s offering all the affection he is able of with the sensual touch of your lips with his. This kiss is the slowest and most romantic you ever felt from him yet, while the brunette lifts you in his arms properly again before pulling away from the kiss.

“I'll help you dry off, dear. ‘think we've soaked in the shower long enough.”

“Thank you Harry” you thank him with a slight smile, your cheeks nuzzled into his wet chest before placing a kiss there that has him avoiding your gaze and wondering where a romance like this has been all his long life.

You sit still once he settles you on the sink counter, wiggling cutely as he dries you off with purposeful caresses of your more intimate body parts. When he also dries himself both of you get dressed – you into the long nightdress you took before your shower and him back in his oversized pantsuits only. Afterwards, you take his hand as Harry walks you both out of your bathroom. It’s clear you wish for him to lay with you in your nearby bed but he hesitates at the edge of it, looking towards your still wide open door. It seems like Harry wants to escape but that’s not it at all. He is looking towards his study at the other side of the hallway where an item he had hidden was secretly and well kept.

“I'll be right back– hey, don't make that face, darlin’... I'll lay with ya when I come back.”

You lean into the palm of his warm hand that softly strokes your cheek, adding a hopeful nod. Your soft eyes trail behind his tall figure as Harry steps out into the hall, leaving your door cracked open behind him. With a little doubt forming in your heart you lay on the silk mattress of your bed and turn, rolling back and forth like a restless child waiting for time to fly as fast as possible.

It took him longer than he wanted as he struggled with whether this was the right thing to do or completely the opposite, tons of questions invading his mind: did you want him as much as he wanted you, and so should he trust you with a secret only a handful of the Royal vampires know? His hundreds of years differs so greatly from your barely twenty-five-ish ones. The brunette keeps rushing his thoughts because first, he wants you to be happy and second, he doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

With the item in his hands, Harry clenches his fingers tightly around it and makes his way back to your side. As he enters the silent room, smelling some faint aroma of lavender from your previous shared (hot) shower, you’re actually snoring softly while sprawled out in a way that takes up nearly the entire bed, which makes the brunette slightly chuckles at how silly yet adorable you are. He shakes his head with the soft expression you love so much on him, effortlessly scooting you further to one side before climbing in next to you.

For a couple of minutes Harry strokes your hair and caresses your skin, before taking your right hand and placing on your fourth finger a gold ring with a glimmering ruby jewel in its middle. Your eyes flicker open at the feeling, followed by a small yawn while watching the careful placement of your new jewellery with a bashful smile.

“... Are you asking me to marry you, Harry?”

His emerald eyes open wide in shock, skin darkening more than you thought a creature like him was capable of. Instantly the brunette uses your palm to cover his face and slowly shakes his head, the white pearl of his necklace softly jiggling around his neck at this. The breath from his parted lips tickles your skin and honestly makes you fall at peace.

“N-no– well n-not yet at least, uh–” Harry stutters, still hiding his face with your hand. He clears his throat before continuing “though this is my gift to you, love.”

You can’t see the way he actually bites his bottom lip, but your eyes notice both his hands covered in rings that he always wears. And one catches your attention, the one with a similar ruby jewel in the middle yet of a different shape.

“This will allow ya to walk 'round in the sunlight, this way it will no longer cause you any harm, my dear.”

“Really? But you said that it would always hurt...?”

“Without an amulet blessed an’ enchanted by a powerful witch, the sunlight will cause us vampires harm. That’s why you must always wear it.”

Harry lowers your combined hands so you’re finally able to see the serious expression on his face. “You must never tell anyone abou' this. Not a single soul, vampire or human alike, my dear. No one.”

“I would never cause you trouble, Harry. And I promise I'll take this secret to my grave” you respond back, arms sliding around his hips like a silent wish to lay your head against his bare torso, a motion which your lover gladly welcomes by sliding his fingers through your hair.

With a thankful smile you get comfortable, closing your eyes in hopes to snuggle with him while you sleep.

“People will not question it if y’tell them you were sired by me” proceeds the brunette vampire abasing your hair, fingers still entangled in your soft locks to massage your scalp. “It's a misconception tha' pure royal vampires are born immune to the hurtful rays of sunlight... Most of our kind think a person turned by us will also be immune.”

“I wish... I had been turned by you” you let out in a whisper while keeping your face nuzzle against Harry’s chest. “I want to be with you for as long as I'm able to.”

The vampire can’t resist but leave feather-like kisses on your forehead and hairline, your confession definitely making him feel... alive. His hot breath hitting your skin gently soothe you and so are his kisses, the sudden brush of his nose against your face bringing a delightful giggle out of you which Harry would never get tired of.

“Maybe I'll be the one to ask you to marry me, who knows...” you add, your index finger sliding over his pearl necklace with a define grin on your face.

No words could describe how you make Harry feel. Never has he been more grateful for the quick way you fall asleep just so he could hug you tightly against him. Maybe later, he will be able to tell you that, as surprising as that may sound, the man has never been married in his long life either. There has never been someone this special to him to go for it. It's indeed hard to say if Harry wants to make that commitment with you at this point either the thing he’s sure of is his wish - no, his desire to be with you. Forever.

“Good night, my love... Maybe tomorrow I’ll take ya to the castle y’ask me about all the time.”

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the stars are not wanted now

The headline was several days old by the date in the corner. The cheap paper was peeling at the corners from the wall it’d been pasted to when Charles ripped it down. His mind was carefully blank as he hitched Lenny’s canvas-wrapped corpse higher on one shoulder. He stuffed the ripped page into his pants pocket.

It stayed there, smouldering, as he loaded Lenny onto Taima. Sadie was already seated on Bob, Hosea laid carefully behind her. Her eyes caught his, red and shining.

Charles was an hour into digging Lenny’s grave when it hit him: He was never going to see Arthur Morgan again.

Death’s messenger arrived in the form of the front page of The Saint Denis Times. TRAGEDY AT SEA! CARGOSHIP THE OQUENDO SUNK FIVE MILES OFF GUARMA COAST!

or,

Charles Smith, Sadie Adler, and the two deaths of Arthur Morgan.

Read below or at AO3.

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In the life of Charles Smith, death’s messengers had come in many forms.

The first was in the navy blue uniforms of American soldiers, their ghost pale hands wrapped tight over his mother’s arms as they dragged her from their tent, screaming and kicking.

Ten years later it was in a letter, sent by an old neighbor. It contained his father’s wedding ring, a family photo, and no explanation.

The way the whiskey had wafted off his father’s breath the night Charles left? There was no need for one.

Then it had been the sharp crack of a gunshot—one, two, three. Sean, Hosea, Lenny. There was the frightened whinny of a horse mixed in, and the sick, rotten-fruit plop of Kierran’s head as it fell from his cupped, bloody hands.

This messenger arrived in the form of the front page of The Saint Denis Times. TRAGEDY AT SEA! CARGOSHIP THE OQUENDO SUNK FIVE MILES OFF GUARMA COAST!

It stayed there, smouldering, as he loaded Lenny onto Taima. Sadie was already seated on Bob, Hosea laid carefully behind her. Her eyes caught his, red and shining.

Charles was an hour into digging Lenny’s grave when it hit him: He was never going to see Arthur Morgan again.

For twenty-seven years, careful restraint of his emotions had allowed Charles to survive. He’d never had the luxury of anger, of rage. An outburst from most members of the gang meant getting kicked out of the saloon, a fine, or a night in jail at worst.

For Charles, a length of rope looped over a tree branch was never far. America hated nothing more than a mutt, and to her people Charles was a rabid dog best put down at the first snarl.

So Charles learned control and calm. He learned to bury, to smother, to take everything burning in him and shove it somewhere safe. To put his feelings aside until he was alone and could take them out and look them over with no nervous trigger fingers or hateful eyes waiting for the first excuse—the first bitter word, sharp gesture, first hateful look.

Charles didn’t know what did it, what final burning hurt snuck into the tinderbox of his chest and sparked the blaze. If it was the seventh rock his shovel struck in the soft, sucking dirt, forcing him to fumble in the dark until he could haul it free and cast it out. If it was the heat, the chafe of sticky cotton on his damp skin. Could be it was the flies buzzing in his ears, or the way the sweat from his brow stung his eyes.

Maybe it was the sickly smell of rotting meat already coming from the sacks wrapped around Lenny and Hosea’s corpses, or the way there was no money for coffins to bury them in.

One moment Charles was digging side by side with Sadie, knee deep in the grave that would hold just one body of the second family that fate had torn from him.

And then he was kneeling in the sucking mud, hands fisted uselessly in the torn roots and crawling worms. Anguish tore howling from his throat, muffled against gritted teeth. Charles could taste copper coating the backs of his gums as he hunched in the dirt. His eyes clenched tight as his heart did its level best to tear itself from his chest, to strike out for a life less riddled with bullets, one that didn’t bleed loss like a butchered carcass or burn everything good up to ashes.

Charles was dimly aware, under the pounding of his own pulse in his ears, of Sadie’s soft cursing as she threw down her own shovel and climbed into Lenny’s half-dug grave beside him. The darkness behind his eyes became complete as she shuttered the lamp, plunging them into night. He flinched away as Sadie’s firm hand gripped his shoulder. “Don’t,” he growled. He didn’t want comfort. He wanted exorcism.

Sadie just gripped him tighter, blunt nails digging hard into the hunched muscle of his shoulder. “I know,” she rasped, kneeling before him, sharp knees pressed to his own. A choked cry strangled in Charles’s chest as her skinny, whipcord arms wrapped around him, pressing him to her chest.

“They’re gone,” he managed, gasping through the tightness in his lungs. He couldn’t get any air. “Lenny, Javier, Hosea—Arthur.” Charles made a fist, pounding senselessly at the dirt. “He, we—” Charles cut himself off, dug his nails deep into the flesh of his knee, and tried to claw the pain into his own skin.

A beat passed. One of Sadie’s palms gripped Charles at the back of his neck, cupped the back of his head gently. “Charles,” she said, voice rough and small, gentle. “Charles, I know.”

And it’s possible she did. She was one of the more observant folks in the camp. He and Arthur hadn’t really been very careful. Nothing too blatant, no. But anyone could have read into the casual ease with which Arthur touched his shoulder, the way their knees almost touched as they sat by the fire. The way Charles would return from guard duty with his hair mussed, leaves of grass clinging to the back of his shirt, the trailing ends of his hair. How Arthur would sit on a stump, failing utterly to conceal that he was sketching Charles as he chopped wood or hauled water.

Arthur was not a cautious man by nature. He often made Charles foolish.

More important than any of their thousand tiny, dangerous indiscretions was the fact that Arthur had trusted Sadie. It was possible the big, soft-hearted idiot told her about them. Maybe one day Charles would have it in him to be angry about that, at Arthur for putting them both at risk without asking him first. Reckless, impulsive, trusting.

Gone.

Charles leaned heavily into Sadie’s grip, buried his face in the sweat and dirt streaked cotton of her shoulder. “How did you live through this?” He hissed, breath hitching. It felt like nettles had grown in his chest, wrapping around his lungs, choking like weeds to a garden.

Sadie’s arm tightened over Charles’s shoulder. “Sun hasn’t dawned on a single day I’ve wanted to live through since they killed my Jake.” A filthy hand pet his hair back from his face, streaking dirt through the sweat on his brow. “Two reasons I go on. I gotta put every O'Driscoll on this green earth into a hole in the ground. And ‘cause I got folks as need me, now.”

Charles buried himself tighter against her, hiding from the pain that wracked him. It was ridiculous. Sadie was half his size, if he was being generous. But pressed against her, her clumsy hand in his hair, her skinny arm not even half over his back—he felt safer. Smaller. “They don’t even want me.”

Sadie laughed, a hoarse, half-hearted thing that shook her chest more than it did the air. “You think those boys are lining up to put me in charge? Or, hell, Grimshaw? It don’t matter what anyone wants, Charles. They need us.”

“I needed him,” Charles keened. He sounded like a child. He felt like a child. And he’d never felt so helpless, so lost, since he’d been torn from his mother’s arms. “All of them.” Charles bit back a breath, forced it down. He grasped a handful of Sadie’s shirt, pulling her closer. “I feel like the only part of me that’s good died with them. I don’t. I don’t think I can keep doing this.”

“John ain’t dead yet,” Sadie whispered fiercely. “And neither is Tilly, or Mary-Beth, or me. Even the rest of ‘em. They’re all the family we got, Charles. So cry it out. But then you gotta pull yourself together. I need ya.”

No one had ever needed Charles Smith.

No one who lived.

Charle’s head was going fuzzy, light, in a buzzing, burning way. Maybe he wasn’t getting enough air. Maybe he was choking on his own pathetic sorrow.

Maybe the pain of losing so much was finally going to kill him.

“I should just leave,” he mumbled into Sadie’s filthy, mud spattered shoulder. “Suffering follows me, I think. Maybe if I just go you won’t die, too.”

Sadie’s blunt nails dug hard into Charle’s shoulder. “You leave and you’re yellow or you’re a fool,” she said, shaking him. “The world doesn’t give a shit about any of us, Charles. You know this life we’re livin’ ain’t meant to be a long one.”

Something in that tickled him, in a sideways sort of way. He laughed, a weak, hacking thing that was half-cough. “How the hell is Uncle still kicking?”

Sadie’s shoulder moved under his forehead as she gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Can’t die if you never do shit.”

“You’re right,” Charles admitted. The stupid joke had shaken something loose in his throat. His chest still hurt, but he wasn’t choking on air. “I’m sorry. I just—” Charles sucked down another breath. “I wasn’t ready to live without him.”

Sadie just pulled him tighter, tucked his head up under her chin. Charles wondered, vaguely, what she saw when she looked out into the dark of the Lemoyne night. “I know, honey,” she sighed. “But you will. You have to.”

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Traditional Kotsoteka mourning is an involved process. Done right, Charles should have burned Arthur’s wagon and killed Peachblossom, Arthur’s white Roan mare, so he would be well equipped in the afterlife.

But there was no body to bury. No grave in which to throw Arthur’s guns, or the bow he’d left strapped to Peachblossom’s saddle on that final, bloody day at the bank. It would have been a shame to snap into pieces, anyway. Charles had made the bow for Arthur, so the other man had always taken excellent care of it.

Fact was, Arthur’s body lay somewhere at the bottom of the sea, and they were too strapped for resources to go burning wagons and wasting supplies for traditions Charles had never been all that good at following. So instead Sadie helped him shave the sides of his head—the left side, to mourn a fellow warrior. The right, because a fellow warrior wasn’t all Charles was mourning.

Together, Charles and Sadie burned one of Arthur’s shirts. There was no wailing, no cutting of arms and chests. As the last few patches of blue cotton caught fire, Charles resolved that, a year from then, he would never again speak the name Arthur Morgan.

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Six years and too many graves later, Charles was resting on a freshly hammered fence post when a giant, mean-looking mustang rode up the road to Beecher’s Hope. Charles was half-way to drawing his sawed-off when its rider called out to him. “Charles! Charles Smith!”

Charles would know that hoarse drawl anywhere.

Charles jumped the fence, jogging towards the black-clad woman on her suitably terrifying horse. “Sadie? Sadie Adler?”

Sadie swung down from her saddle, running forward. Charles caught her around the middle, swinging her excitedly.

“How are you?” Charles asked as he set her down, hands moving to her shoulders to get a look at her. She’d picked up a few fresh scars, some weather to her skin from sun and wind. But her eyes were just the same as they’d always been, lit with an inner fire.

Sadie smiled, that same bitter half lift of the mouth as six years ago. “Alive,” she shrugged, patting Charles roughly on the shoulder. “You?”

Charles shrugged back. “Better, now. A few months back? Not so well.”

Sadie nodded, walking back to her evil looking mustang and leading it gentle as a kitten to the hitching post. Charles leaned back against the fence, digging around in his jacket pockets for a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He lit one, settling it in the side of his mouth. Demon-horse secured, Sadie settled beside him, leaning forward over the fence to survey the homestead. Charles passed her a cigarette, holding the lighter out and flickering as she lit a burning ember in the early morning light.

Sadie inhaled, brown eyes sharp and considering as she surveyed the half-built ranch. “So. You’re, uh. Livin’ with the Marston’s?”

Charles nodded, tucking the lighter back in his pocket. “Just John for now.” He caught himself, laughed. “Well, and Uncle.”

“That old fool’s still alive?” Sadie whistled. “Bless his heart.” Silence stretched out between them. Maybe it should have been uncomfortable, the way it would have been between any two other friends who had parted in bloodshed and hadn’t seen one another in six years.

Instead, it was like a well-worn blanket, warm and comforting in the early morning chill. Charles hadn’t shared a peaceful silence in a long while. John and Uncle always seemed to need to fill the air with talk. The folks in Saint Denis too, and theirs had been a lot less friendly.

Their cigarettes burned down to embers before Sadie broke the peace. “Any clue where John’s at?” she asked. “I got a job for him.”

Charles grunted. “Bounty hunting?”

“Only kinda jobs I run. For now, anyway.”

“He’s in town grabbing supplies. Won’t be back until late.”

“Well, shit.” Sadie cursed, scuffing her boot in the dirt. She frowned, kicking up little clouds of dust while she chewed on her lip. Charles turned, tucking his arms up atop the fence, settling against the sun-warmed wood. Sadie leaned in beside him, shoulder to shoulder, so the fringe of her leather duster brushed against his knuckles. They watched the horizon together for a few long moments, the sun slowly rising higher in the sky.

Sadie let out a long breath, shifting restlessly next to him. In the corner of his vision Charles caught brown eyes flicking consideringly over at him, measuring. “You busy?”

Charles let out an inaudible sigh of his own. “I don’t do that anymore, Sadie.”

Sadie laughed, a little bitter, a little sharp, like a sip of bark tea. “You too good for bounty hunting? Well, excuse me.”

Charles groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Isn’t like that. I just. I’m trying something new.”

Sadie rolled her eyes. “Ain't no reason you can't help around Marston’s ranch and earn yourself a little money.” She gestured to the half-built house, the piles of timbers and sacks of plaster. “Hell, how you think John’s paying this place off? I know y’all ain’t making any sort of profit yet.”

Charles massaged his temples, willing away the oncoming tension headache. Sadie wasn’t wrong. Charles loved John, knew he needed to look after him for Arthur—at least until John was settled in with his family. But there would be an after, one day. Charles had learned one thing in his thirty-three years: no one stayed.

He’d be watching his own back again, probably not too long from now. And it's a lot easier to do that when you had money.

Charles sighed, pulling his hands from his face. He hooked his thumbs through his belt. “What’s the job?”

Sadie grinned, bitter and mean. “Man murdered his family, looks like,” she said, pulling away from the fence. “He’s wanted in Strawberry. Not even that far of a ride from here.”

Charles walked over to the little campsite, pulling his rucksack from his tent. It was already packed. He hesitated. “Kids?”

“A little girl, around ten. And a boy, round three.”

Charles pulled his tomahawk from under his bedroll, tucking it into his belt. He grabbed some of the nastier arrows—the poison wouldn’t kill a full grown man, but it’d make him suffer.

Some men deserve to suffer.

Charles stalked over to Falmouth, mounting him in one swift motion. “Lead the way.”

Sadie swung up onto her monster. “Good man,” she said, kicking her boot against Charles’s own as she trotted by. “Let’s see how rusty you’ve got, Mr. Smith.”

As they rode, Sadie interrogated him.

“Talked to John a little, ‘bout you,” she yelled over the thundering of hooves. The earth was hard-packed and dusty in the Texarcana heat. “Heard things weren't going too well down in Saint Denis.”

“They weren’t,” Charles called back. “I’d only been there about a year, anyway. Job was going sour.”

“How so?”

Charles laughed. It wasn’t a pretty sound. “Folks were only going to put up with me beating up white men for a living for so much longer.”

Sadie tossed a grin over her shoulder, knowing and vicious. She and Charles had different struggles in their lives. But there was a baseline understanding between them. Most of the gang had been dangerous for what they did. Of the ones who lived, Charles and Sadie were dangerous because of what they were. “Novelty was about to wear off, huh?”

Charles shook his head, whipping wayward hair from his face. “Yeah.”

Sadie turned back to the road, steering Hera around a sharp bend. “Before that?”

The road widened out. Charles urged Falmouth forward, riding till the two horses were running abreast. “Was up in Canada. Helped relocate the Wapiti after...” Charles paused. He had left with the Wapiti immediately after the attack on the oil refinery. Hadn’t even gone back to camp for the rest of his belongings, just taken what was on Taima’s back and. Left.

Charles had no idea if Sadie even knew why Charles had gone, what Arthur had told her.

“That kid,” Sadie asked, breaking Charles’s train of thought. “He died, didn’t he?”

Charles swallowed, the dust from the road cloyingly sweet in his mouth. “Yes.”

Sadie steered Hera over a wooden bridge, hand on her rifle as she scanned each side for signs of an ambush. “I don’t think I understand what all happened with them,” she said. “There was so much going on, towards the end. Folks leaving, Arthur sick, that damn fool plan with the train—How did Dutch even get those folks wrapped up in our mess?”.

“Same thing that happened to all of us,” Charles offered. “Dutch talked a good game, riled them up over things they were already angry about, got everyone in over their head, and was the only one who didn’t pay for it.”

The rest of their ride continued in contemplative silence, broken only by the necessary shouts and calls needed to wrangle their bounty. The murderer was holed up in an abandoned cabin just a little north of town. Hardly worth hiring bounty hunters for, really. Except that the Strawberry sheriffs had always been corrupt, not to mention lazy. Some things don’t change.

Still, working with Sadie again was worth it. It’d just been them those long months Arthur and the rest were lost in Guarma, presumed dead. Sure, the rest of the girls were still around and they pulled their weight. But none of them were as talented in violence—save Karen, maybe.

But she was too far gone over Sean to hold herself together, let alone anyone else.

It’s when they’d divvied up the bounty and stepped into the Strawberry saloon that Charles remembered why those months had been so damn stressful. Besides the Pinkertons, the hopeless fate of half their family, the deaths, John trapped in prison—

Sadie Adler’s temper had always been on a short fuze.

And Charles, fool that he was, had always had a weakness for brave, impulsive idiots.

A big, mean white man took exception to Charles drinking at the same bar as him. Sadie snapped off a sharp warning, stepping around Charles and squaring up to the man twice her size. Then the mean bastard took exception to Charles traveling with, being familiar with, a white woman.

Sadie took exception to his exception, and her exception took the form of a knife straight through the man’s hand and into the scarred oak of the counter.

They were riding hard out of town, ducking the odd shot from the posse riding too slow behind them, Sadie whooping wildly and shooting flawlessly over her back when Charles realized: he hadn’t had fun like that in six years.

They lost the posse in the hills by turning off on a razor thin trail, stashing the horses under an overhang and laying down in the tall grass.

They lay there, panting, laughing, exhilarated. The stars were bright in the sky, glaring down through the clear West Elizabeth sky.

Eventually Sadie sobered, hoarse laughter falling silent. Charles could see her from the corner of his eye. She was still staring up at the stars, hair limned silver in the moonlight. She chewed on her words before breaking the peace. “You didn’t say goodbye.”

Charles took a breath, held it. “We had to leave before the Army arrived,” he said. He picked absently at the grass, crushing it dry and summer-sweet between his fingers. “The Wapiti. They were mostly women and children, the elderly. The sick.”

Sadie huffed, turning on her side, propping up on her elbow to glare down at him, hair frizzled into a messy halo behind her head, all lit up by moonglow. “Ya could of wrote,” she insisted.

Charles kept his eyes fixed on the night sky, on the stars in their cold, beautiful distance. “To who?” he scoffed. “We all knew the gang was on its last legs. By the time we crossed the border into Canada I’d already seen the papers. Interesting, how they left you out of it.”

Sadie went quiet. She collapsed back beside him, thumping softly in the bent grass. “Is that how you found out?”

A copy of The New Hanover had been pinned to the wooden wall of the trading shack where Charles was selling pelts for food and medicine. He’d left for Beaver Hollow the next day. “Yes.”

Sadie sucked air through her teeth. “I went back, few years later,” she muttered. Her boot knocked against his, a rough comfort. “You uh. You did a good job, Charles,” she said. Her fingers sought his in the tall grass, brushing against his lightly. Like she was scared to spook him, maybe. “We watched the sun come up together. He woulda liked it.”

Charles drew his hand back, pressing it over his heart. The hollow, dull ache that lived in his heart sharpened, brightened. A fresh cut on an old scar. “He’d have liked it better if he’d lived.”

Sadie made a noise, propping back up on her elbow to lean over him. “You know that ain’t his fault,” she frowned at him. “The man was sick, Charles.”

Charles’s head hurt. His whole body did, in a cold, numb way. This wasn’t the burning, searing grief at the bottom of Lenny’s shallow grave. It was older, rooted deeper down. “Don’t,” he rasped. Grit from the road coated the back of his throat. “Just, don’t.”

Sadie charged on, implacable. “You know he wasn’t gonna leave without John.”

The stars were so bright. Charles could feel the headache building, like a creature clawing out through his temples. “They could have left together,” he snapped at her. “We all could have left together, before the bank. All of that mess in Lemoyne—none of it had to happen. Arthur didn’t stay for John—he stayed for Dutch.”

Sadie scrubbed her free over her face. “The man raised him,” she tried. The excuse was hollow, empty. Even she didn’t buy it.

Charles turned on his side, faced Sadie properly through the tall grass and moonlight. “Don’t give me that, Sadie. Not you.”

“Fine, Charles! He was a fool!” She threw her hand up in the air, exasperated. “He was scared, he was foolish, and he loved Dutch because he was an idiot.” Sadie fixed him with a glare. “There, did that make you happy, big man? Speaking ill of the dead?”

It didn’t. “I shouldn’t be speaking of him at all,” Charles said instead. “That’s not how—we’re supposed to let go. It’s been years.”

“You loved him,” she insisted.

“Look at how much that mattered,” Charles said, anger furrowing his brow, burning low in his stomach. Had he ever let himself be angry, with Arthur, with the choices they made? “What did loving him buy me, besides a heart that broke twice?”

Sadie’s eyes softened, understanding dawning warm and terrible. “I know that’s not how you really feel,” she said. Sadie reached out, again, with careful fingers. When Charles didn’t stop her she tucked the hair plastered to Charles sweaty forehead back, away from his eyes.

It was the first gentleness anyone had touched him with since he left the Wapiti for Saint Denis. Charles’s breath caught in his throat, trapped, terrified. Vulnerable.

It would have hurt less if she’d socked him in the stomach.

“You don’t ride back from Canada, on your own, to bury a man who you hated,” Sadie continued. Her calloused hand settled on his jaw, thumb behind his ear. She held him steady, made him look her in the eye. “You don’t spend a year of your life helping his kid brother get his family back.”

“Arthur didn’t need me, at the end,” Charles managed. “Rain Falls needed me—and then they didn’t. No one did.”

“Why Saint Denis, Charles? You hated it there,” Sadie asked, resigned. She already knew the answer. She was being cruel, making him face it out loud.

Charles swallowed. No one had ever accused Sadie Adler of being kind.

“I was waiting to die.”

Sadie nodded. Yes, of course. “And all this with John? What next, once he doesn’t need you?”

Charles glared at her, mouth tight and stubborn.

Sadie laughed in his face. “You and Arthur,” she sighed, shaking her head. “You were made for one another, weren’t ya? No understanding how to live in this world for yourselves.”

“You’re one to talk,” Charles shot back.

“I’m happy with my life,” Sadie said firmly. “I had love, but I never wanted a family. I just wanted Jake. He’s gone. So I’m doing what makes me happy.” She paused, staring down at him, considering. “What makes you happy, Charles? You’re the most competent, most stubborn man I know. What do you really want? You know no one could stop you from getting it.”

Charles shook his head. “I have no idea,” he admitted. He climbed to his feet, offering Sadie a hand. She accepted, pulling herself to her feet. She kept hold of his hand, squeezing tight.

“Don’t stop looking,” she commanded. “What you were doin’ in Saint Denis, waiting to die? You’re better than that, Charles Smith.”

Charles shook his head, pulling Sadie into a one armed hug. Grief, Arthur, his life—they hadn’t solved any of it, laying out in a field and snapping at one another under the stars.

But the wound hurt a little less, like a lanced infection.

“I hope so, Mrs. Adler,” Charles said into the mess of Sadie’s hair. She chuckled into his chest, punched him half-heartedly in the arm. They separated, fetching and mounting their horses.

They separated at the fork in the trail. Sadie headed east, back to her base camp just outside Valentine. She had work to do, bounties to catch. The world may have been more ‘civilized’ in 1907 than it was in 1899, but work was still plentiful for a rider and marksman of Sadie Adler’s skill.

Charles rode west towards Beecher’s Hope, sun rising over his shoulder.

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A/N: Charles and Sadie are my favorites, and they should have spent more time with one another. They're not exactly similar people, but they've been through many of the same trials.

I also think they were both done a disservice by the epilogue. Charles's feelings regarding the gang's collapse are largely unexplored, despite him canonically being the one to have buried Lenny, Hosea, Mrs. Grimshaw, and Arthur.

We also don't get a good explanation for why Charles ended up in Saint Denis as part of a fighting ring. Certain lines from Charles--"It seems like I was put on this Earth to hurt and to suffer myself"--have always led me to believe that he suffers from suicidal ideations. Him ending up in Saint Denis, surrounded by people who wish him harm, reads to me like a sort of 'death by cop' form of suicide.

On the subject of Charles's heritage: Rockstar is a trash fire, so beyond being half-Black and half-Native we have very few clues about Charles's culture and his history. I settled on a particular band (the Kotsoteka, or 'buffalo eaters') of the Comanche who would have had a decent amount of contact with Black Freemen post-Civil war. They live in Oklahoma and Texas, buffalo are a central part of their traditional lifestyle, and one of their mourning traditions involves shaving their heads in a manner similar to Charles's hairstyle change post-Guarma arc.

I'm white and if anyone has constructive comments about my inclusion of Kotsoteka funerary traditions I'm happy to hear and act on them.

The Oquenda was the name of a Cuban trading ship from the 1870's. It was primarily used to transport indentured Chinese workers to the Cuban sugar plantations.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #charles smith #sadie adler #charthur #arthur morgan #cw: suicidal ideations

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lifeline - introduction

warnings: allusions to sexy times lol, some spice but nothing explicit, hospitals, mentions of blood/wounds, peter calling you sweets a lot (read the teaser in my imagines book first!) 2k words

at exactly 5 am, your alarm blared, waking you up with a groan. early shifts were not your forte. you hit the button on your phone and rolled over into peter who was lightly snoring, mouth open a little.

you pressed up against his bare back, considering last nights escapades, and wrapped an arm around him to wake you up. peter always insisted that you wake him up before you leave for a shift so he could give you a kiss and maybe eat a quick breakfast for you. sometimes he would go back to sleep for awhile before leaving for his job. peter worked at the daily bugle doing photography while also maintaining a deli counter job at the bodega he frequented as a high school student. both jobs were great for him, he had fun, made extra money, and afterwards he could do his favorite job of all—being spider-man.

"pete," you whispered, "good morning."

he rolled over in your arms to face you, "mmm good morning sweets. i love you."

he rubbed his eyes so he could see you clearly, skin still glowing from last night and he gave you a quick peck on the lips.

"i love you pete."

he placed his head on your chest and closed his eyes again mumbling, "you're so pretty."

you blushed. you've been together for over ten years and he still had that affect on you.

"wanna have breakfast?"

"yes, please," he yawned.

you got out of bed, wearing nothing but underwear, reaching for your robe. peter whistled, watching you put your robe on.

you laughed, "no, nuh uh. don't start this. i have to leave for work in 40 minutes!"

peter grinned, "k."

you walked to the kitchen and starting making some eggs and toast, a quick little meal before you got ready for the day. when you finished cooking peter finally joined you in the kitchen, wearing his boxers and an MIT t-shirt.

"smells so good y/n."

he got out plates and two cups of water for the little kitchen table while you brought the food over, giving peter more because this boy had a big appetite.

"you're such a good cook, how?"

"you tell me that like everyday ya know."

"but it's true! how do you cook so good?"

you got up, cleaning the pan, "i don't know...practice, i guess."

"well i guess i need to practice more after that god awful pasta i made last night."

"pete, it wasn't awful."

"yes it was dont lie to me. it was bad."

you thought for a second, staring at him, "okay well you did overcook the pasta—"

"see! bad!"

"it's okay. you'll learn."

"i don't know, i think it's in my genes."

you laughed and headed to the bathroom to shower and finish getting ready. peter organized all your things for the day by the front door so you could head out right away. he grabbed your white coat, sitting on the couch watching the news waiting for you to come to the front door. at exactly 5:40 am you walked down the hallway, shoes clicking against the hardwood floor.

"okay babe, i'm gonna head out," you walked over to him by the couch before he stood up, smiling at you and holding up your white coat to guide onto your body.

"there you go doctor," he said after helping you put on the coat. you grabbed your bags and fixed your hair one last time in the hall mirror.

"thank you, as always."

you walked back over to him to give him a tight hug. he pulled back and gave you a nice long kiss, knowing you wouldn't be home till around 6 pm.

"go save some lives sweets."

you smiled, "i will. you too!"

he smiled. the two of you saving lives daily, working hard, and loving each other.

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you walked onto your floor for the day setting your things in your locker and meeting up with your interns for the day. you quizzed them on questions, answered their questions, and gave them assignments.

"dr. y/l/n?"

"yes?"

carly, one of your interns, perhaps a favorite but you would never say that, called your name.

"what's my assignment today? you didn't give me one."

you waited until your interns left the area before answering carly.

"you are going to be working with me in emergency surgery."

emergency surgery was great practice for when a surgeon had to be quick and precise, even under pressure and time restraint.

"oh, really?"

"yes, i think you're ready first."

carly was extremely smart and disciplined. she graduated top of her class from boston medical school. she was very efficient. and she was like a sister to you, since you lost natasha.

after successfully performing an appendectomy that morning along with carly, you sent her on a break and went to have lunch on your ward you were working on this afternoon. you always sat out on the deck.

fortunate to peter, he knew this was your favorite spot. he came to have lunch with you every so often. and today, he happened to swing by—literally.

you were going through some paperwork and eating a hospital cafeteria salad when a big gust of wind came by. and so did peter. he was swinging in the vicinity of the hospital to get your attention and he sure did.

when you noticed the red and blue hero, your peter, you smiled and waved. he was adorable and you loved that. it made your day. he did little poses while in the air, making you laugh, before swinging off after a few minutes. then peter swung over to the pediatric wing of the hospital and stuck to the windows, crawling around and waving to all the kids.

peter's heart was truly kind. he loved so many people and did so many good things. but a lot of the time, good things rarely happened to him as a hero. he got beat, scratched, shot...you name it. all for what? to protect people? exactly that. he put others first before himself, always. especially you.

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unusually, you arrived at your apartment before peter. your shift ended early and he was still patrolling, giving you a quick call to let you know he would be home late. you decided to relax on the couch after a long day of being up on your feet. in the afternoon there was an issue between two of your interns fighting over a surgery.

the thing is, when it comes to being a doctor, there's no arguing. you do what's right when your told or do what's right yourself. you were disappointed in them, to say the least. if they want to be surgeons, they have to focus on the patient, not themselves. self-flattery has no place in a hospital.

you clicked on an old sit com and watched, before drowsing off into a full sleep.

two and a half hours later, peter cane jumping in through the open window of your apartment, startling you awake. he landed messily on the floor, laying on his back not getting up.

you immediately jumped to his side, seeing the blood pooling onto the floor from his leg.

"peter! what happened?"

you already started to pull off your loose tee shirt, ripping it and tying it securely around his thigh to stop the bleeding. his tight suit should have helped stop it, but it didn't.

peter quickly pulled of his mask, hair a complete mess and brown eyes filled with tears, "i was- i was stabbed."

"what?"

"i was—"

"never mind! don't move, i will be right back."

you were prepared for situations like this. ever since junior year of high school, peter came to you when he got hurt, knowing you could take care of him. you learned plenty of first aid, living with the avengers and being taught by dr. helen cho. as well as having to patch up your sister after a battle.

you kept a first aid kit in your home of course, you were a doctor and lived with a superhero. you rushed to grab and and ran back to peter's side. the blood was staining the white wood floors as he groaned out.

"pete this one is bad. i gotta stitch you up okay. you're gonna be okay but i don't know if that's gonna heal itself."

he nodded.

"let's get you out of that suit," you said pressing the spider on his chest, the suit loosened and you pulled it down his body and off his injured leg after removing the mock tourniquet.

he had bruises all over his abdomen and chest, as well as a black eye. you always got really sad when he came home hurt. but you focused on taking care of him.

you cleaned up his wound, and gave him a few stitches to help it heal faster. he winced, he always did, not because it hurt that bad, but because it was you, and he got stressed when you had to take care of him because he didn't wanna put that on you. but you always took care of him no matter what.

after stitching him up and disinfecting his thigh again, you cleaned up the bloody area and washed your hands. peter was still laying on the floor, suit in a pile next to your fake plant. you knelt down on the ground next to him.

"pete?"

he cried out, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i know i said i'd be more careful but there was-i couldnt-it was just- you know."

you teared up, "peter, stop it's okay. you're fine, i've got you."

you rubbed up and down his arm to comfort him. in times like these he was extra vulnerable, he often had flashbacks to tony, thanos, beck, etc. it was a time he needed you most. you pulled him up into a sitting position to give him a long, tight hug. he cried into your shoulder, beat up and bruised.

"it's okay," you whispered, "i love you."

"i love you too," he sniffled out.

"c'mon, let's get you in bed."

you slowly and carefully helped him to his feet, letting him lean his uninjured side into the ground for balance while the other stayed limp—you being his support. you got him into bed on top of the covers and placed an old towel under his leg as well as taping extra gauze on top of the wound.

"thank you y/n."

"of course. i'm gonna bring you something to eat."

"n-no you don't have to you did enough al—"

"please, it will make you feel better."

"okay."

you brought his so heated up leftover pasta in a bowl. enough to make him heal but not so much he got sick from the blood loss. you put on the tv as he ate his pasta in bed. he grabbed and held your hand while the other held a fork.

when he was done you placed the bowl on the nightstand and cuddled into his side. he looked at you for a long while.

"what?" you asked when you notice him staring.

"i just really really am thankful. you always take care of me and never leave. i really love you."

"i love you too. i'd do anything for you peter."

he leaned over to you and captured your lips in a sweet and long kiss. moving your lips together in sync, slowly and lovingly. he placed a hand on your cheek to deepen it even more. eventually he tried to pull you in his lap, much to your dismay.

you groaned against his lips, "mmh no."

peter whined, "why sweets?"

"peter, you just got stabbed, c'mon you need to rest."

"fine," he pouted. he obviously had no limits whatsoever.

"let's go to sleep. and promis me you won't go out tomorrow?"

"okay," he said cuddling up with you, stroking your hair from the side, "i won't. i love you."

"i love you too."

you dozed off safely in each other's arms.

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jungshookz · 6 years ago

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Ooo Christmas drabble with tae, getting bby fever when you see him with your baby cousins on xmas day and playing with them a being an overall daddy (ahem pun intended) but getting slightly and playfully jealous cause (one) your cousins like him more than you and (69) he's giving your cousins too much attention. Time for the attention attack!

🎄 pairing: kim taehyung x reader

🎄 genre: boyfriend!taehyung, very vERY soft hours aka the fluffiest fluff, tae is SO good with kids, your baby cousin lowkey hates u

🎄 wordcount: 2.9k

🎄 notes: i.,,.,. this is,., probably the cutest thing i’ve ever written in my entire life,, i wanted to add more at the end but i thought the ending was perfect?? idk!! enjoy!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

“peekAboo~!” tae gasps as he moves his hands away from his face

he crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out and you can’t help but snort at how dumb he looks as you watch him play with your baby cousin

you and tae are at your family’s annual christmas party and the minute you got the invite tae was like okAY time to buy an ugly christmas sweater

so here is his wearing an obnoxiously green christmas sweater that’s supposed to be representative of an elf’s uniform

it has jingle bells on them so you know you won’t lose tae at the party because you’ll be able to hear him every time he takes a step

you and tae have been together for two years now

last year when he came to the christmas party everyone loVed him unsurprisingly

and you were feeling pretty proud because u were like yA this is the mans i’m dating can u believe it

anyways

everyone’s waiting for the turkey to finish roasting in the oven

so you’re in the living room sitting on the couch next to tae and the baby

you’re curled up in one corner and tae’s curled up at the other end so you’re both facing each other

of course there are a couple other relatives in the room but they’re all in their own world

you don’t even know where your aunt went she just dumped the baby on tae even tho u were like heLLo i’m her cousin why don’t u give her to mE

“peekaboo!!!!” tae’s fingers dig into her chunky sides gently and he wiggles them

your baby cousin squeals in delight and gurgles at him

her chubby fingers wrap around his pinky and he coos before leaning in to plant a kiss on her chubby cheek “ooh you’re sO CUTe!!!!”

you feel your stomach do a flip

oh my what is this feeling

o god

u suddenly want a baby

u want a baby SO bad

more specifically u want tae’s babies

you can already see it

“she’s still not sleeping?” you rub the sleep out of your bleary eyes and let out a yawn

the baby fusses in tae’s arm and he makes a small sound of pity as he looks down at her “oh, i know, you’re so tired! you’re so sleepy… daddy’s sleepy too…”

he glances over his shoulder at you

“mhm, not yet. we’ll get there soon - i can feel it.” tae whispers as he paces back and forth while he rocks the baby - your guys’ baby - back n forth in his arms

the bedroom lamp casts a warm glow over his skin and you can’t help but run your eyes over the expanse of his bare back

he hums a lullaby and the sound of his soothing voice fills the space in the room

and finally

peace

and once he does that he places the baby gently in the bassinet and tip toes back to the bed

he crawls into bed with you and pulls the covers up

his arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you into his chest and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder

end of y/n’s baby fever dream

you let out a dreamy sigh before taking another sip of your punch while keeping your eyes trained on tae

“let me fix these tiny pigtails…” tae mutters as he adjusts the little pink bows around your cousin’s pigtails

he’s so perfect

you don’t know how you got so lucky

“there isn’t much to fix it’s not like she has a lot of hair” you comment and tae scowls playfully at you before covering your cousin’s ears

“don’t listen to your mean old cousin. you have so much hair!!” he rubs her baldish head before bouncing her up and down in his lap

“she’s BALD i don’t even know how those pigtails are-“

“taetae! can we play hide and seek?? can you seek??” tae turns his head when a grouP of your younger cousins run up to him with wide grins

excuse me

you’re always always the seeker

and ya you love tae but you’re not letting him strIP that title away from u

“uh! i’m usually the seeker, aren’t i?” you gasp and press a hand against your chest in mock pain

they all look over at you and by the looks on their faces they’re all like oh hey y/n we forgot u even existed in the first place

“.,,.,,but we want tAe to be the seeker!!”

“sorry, jagi. gotta listen to the people” taheyung lifts the baby up and you take her from him but you’re holding her like an arm’s length away from your body

she’s kind of just dangling there

tae blinks down at you and chuckles “she won’t bite, y’know”

“she’s teething - she’s definitely going to bite” you mutter

you’re HURT

your ego has been shattered because apparently you’re not good enough of a seeker!!!!! but taetae is!!!!!!!!

“you guys have 30 seconds to hide and then i’ll come after you. if i find you i can proMIse you’ll get a visit from the tickle monster!!!” all the kids squeal in a mixture of delight and feAR before scurrying off in all different directions

“you don’t wanna play hide and seek with us?” taheyung pokes your arm and you raise a brow “i’ll even help you find a hiding spot!!”

“i don’t hide. i seek - exclusively.” you huff playfully and turn your attention back to the baby

tae can’t help but roll his eyes at how childish you’re being

“taetae!!!!!!!”

“coming!! all of you better be hiding!!!” he turns and looks back down at you “duty calls”

“i’m just gonna hang out here with my nEW best friend” you wiggle your fingers under the baby’s armpit and she doesn’t laugh or crack a smile

in fact she looks.,, very unimpressed

huh

she was laughing up a stoRm when tae did it

even the baby hates you

“alright! don’t have too much fun without me!!” he leans down and gives you a kiss before running off “i’m coming!!!”

and then you pull your legs up so that the baby can lean back against your thighs

your toes are hanging off the edge of the couch but as long as the baby is comfy you’re fine

you look at the baby and she blinks up at you with wide eyes

you’re good with kids but you’ve never really been good with babies

“so… how’s your night going?” you ask the baby and watch as she shoves her fist into her mouth “you seem to like taetae a lot, don’t you?”

her drool drips onto your lap

“mhm. me too, girl.” you tsk and rub her little belly

it’s so rotund

so soft n round

you poke it and she shrieks and you swear your ears start bleeding

jesus christ

babies are so loud

“oH- okay, sensitive spot, i won’t do it again” you raise your hands and she leans back against your thighs satisfactorily

she shrieks again when you pinch her tiny big toe

“you can’t scream every time i touch you. and don’t suck on your fist. it’s dirty.” you pull her fist out of her mouth with a pop and her bottom lip starts quivering and her round eyes start watering “well, you don’t have to cry about it!!” you scoff and shove her fist back into her mouth and she hums happily

babies are so weird

all of a sudden you hear laughter coming from down the hall

you recognise tae’s boisterous laugh immediately

“why don’t we go see what your boyfriend’s up to?” you ask the baby and she squeals before ripping her fist out of her mouth and flinging spiT all over your shirt “…taking that as an enthusiastic yes!”

you stand up and prop the baby up against your hip and step out into the hallway to see

oh god

ur icy heart grows ten times bigger in a millisecond

the kids are piling up onto tae as he tickles the youngest one out of the group “i told you the tickle monster was coming!!!” he laughs

“again, let’s play again!!!!” they cheer enthusiastically as they climb off tae’s back

“round 2?? you have 30 seconds!!!!” the kids immediately scatter and tae lets out a breath and leans back against his palms as he pants heavily

god

he’s sweAting up a storm

he sees you standing at the end of the hallway leaning against the back of the couch fully immersed in a conversation with the baby and he can’t help but smile

the baby gurgles and squishes her cheek against your shoulder and you coo and pinch her cheek and tae winces when the baby shrIEKS

his mind can’t help but wander to thoughts of you carrying his baby

you’d be a really good mom even tho you don’t think you’d be a good one

woW he wants you to have his babies

oOf suddenly he’s feeling a little overwhelmed by his love for you

“y/n!” tae calls for you and you look up

“look!! look at taetae!! look how tired he is and it’s only been one round!! taetae is weakweak!!!!” you mock his baby voice and taehyung rolls his eyes playfully

“why don’t you play a round with us? we’re having a lotTa fun!!”

“i told you i only seek-“

“y/n, why don’t you go play with the kids?” your aunt appears next to you and the baby immediately reaches for her

you’re low-key offended because you thought you and the baby were having a good time but whAtever

“i’ll take the baby, it looks like someone’s getting sleepy!!” your aunt coos and you nod before handing the baby to her

okay

obviously you have nothing better to do so

you’ll play one round

but if you’re going to hide you’re going to be the beSt hider and tae’s going to find you last OR he’s not going to find you at all and you’ll die in your hiding spot (hopefully that doesn’t happen)

you’re starting to realise why you liked being the seeker all these years

it’s because being in the dark by yourself surrounded by nothing but silence and accompanied by your overactive imagination is completely and utterly terrifying

you decided the closet would be a good hiding spot mainly because

you’re too big to squeeze under the bed

you’re too big to hide behind the curtains

hide and seek is a game for tiny CHILDren that’s why

but now that you have a moment alone

the first thing you think about is tae

you’re ecstatic that your entire family loves him

you love that the kids love him

you love that the baby loves him

you love him

you love him so much

he’s the sweetest guy ever

he’s so generous and thoughtful and alwAys helps other people before he helps himself

he’s adorable and devastatingly sexy at the same time

he’s well-spoken and well-mannered

and you can’t help but think about your future with him

you’re not planning to break up with him anytime soon and you hope he’S not planning to break up with you anytime soon

you wonder how he’ll propose to you (and little do u know tae’s starting to think about marriage too)

you wonder what your wedding will be like

you wonder how he’ll react when you become pregnant with your first child

you really don’t know how you got so lucky

there’s a big dumb smile on your face and you sniffle as you sit in the frickin closet

you realise that you’re literally crYIng just thinking about your boyfriend u emotional piece of shit

you reach up to wipe at your tears and-

“seriously, the closet?? i thought you were more- hey, you okay?” you can barely see tae but some light from the hallway floods into the bedroom and you can see his eyebrows furrowing in concern

he steps into the closet and shuts the door behind him

he turns the closet light on and frowns because it’s pretty dim but it’s better than nothing

he slides down the wall and sits down next to you

it’s a lil tight in here

“what’s the matter, jagi?” your knee nudges against his as you turn to face him

“nothing! nothing’s the matter, that’s the problem.” you giggle and wipe more of your tears away that for some reason can’t stOP falling

“…do you want me to create a problem?? will that make you feel better??” tae asks and he’s genuinely confused because whAt are you talking about why are you crying!!!!!

he cups your face in his hands and wipes your tears away with his thumbs

you smile and reach up to grip at his wrist “how did i get so lucky to land someone like you?” you whisper

tae’s heart flutters in his chest

“you’re right, you should be the seeker next time. if we make you hide you just end up thinking about how much you love me.” he teases and shuffles a little closer to you

you snort and roll your eyes

“shut u-“ tae leans forward and presses his lips against yours and you kiss him back instinctively

your heart pitta-patta’s in your chest when tae continues pressing soft kisses to your mouth

and at this moment

in this closet

you can’t help but thank the gods

because you are the luckiest gal in the world

here’s a bonus baby drabble that didn’t fit into the drabble but i still wanted to show u guys lol

you’re starting to think your older cousin might like him a little too much

she’s the same age as tae

you’re a year younger than her and because of that she’s always treated u like a baby even though it’s literally juSt one year

and don’t get it twisted

you love your older cousin

she’s really great!!! she always looks out for you and takes care of you and you love that and you guys have a really good relationship

but of course

sometimes she becomes a little,..,., extra

and right now is one of those times because she is blatantly flirting with your boyfriend while you’re in the kitchen grabbing some food for hEr because she asked you to and you weren’t doing anything so why not

“you’re so good with kids” she sighs and slides a finger down tae’s arm and he freezes for a second before clearing his throat and spooning another thing of mushy peas into the baby’s mouth

she babbles and some of it spills out and drips down her chin and tae uses the spoon to scoop it back into her mouth

“thank you! i love kids, so it works out” he shrugs

you poke your head out a little and you watch as her eyes flicker over to tae’s untouched plate of food and you narrow your eyes

she wouldn’t

“oh you haven’t eaten yet! you have to try the mashed potatoes - i made them.”

is she

this binch is fEEDing your boyfriend right in front of u

well

technically she doesn’t know that you’re watching them

“oh, um-“ tae takes the spoonful of potatoes into his mouth quickly and swallows “thank you, but you really don’t have to feed me, hah. the potatoes are really good! you should probably eat, too. where’s your-“

“here’s your plate of food!!” you practically appear out of thin air and the baby squAwks when tae jolts and yanks the spoon out of her mouth

you hand the plate to your cousin with an overly sweet smile “i didn’t give you a lot of green beans because we all know how gassy you get”

her face flushes and she glares at you

meanwhile tae’s about to bite his bottom lip off from how hard he’s trying to noT burst into laughter right now

“excuse me” she clears her throat and gets up off the couch and you smile satisfactorily before plopping down next to tae

there’s a beat of silence as you pick at your mashed potatoes

“y/n’s jealous, isn’t she? she’s so jealous even though she doesn’t need to be!” tae speaks in his baby voice and wiggles the spoon in front of the baby “she’s being silly, isn’t she? so silly!” he squeals

🎄the twelve drabbles of christmas! 🎄

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lilopelckai · 6 years ago

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|| Get to know LILO who’s TWENTY-ONE years old and a JUNIOR in college majoring in MECHANICS. She is from HAWAII and is often times mistaken for LULU ANTARIKSA while others say she reminds them of LILO from LILO AND STITCH. ||

hello all, it i, pepper coming at ya once again on that new muse juice (... that sounds so gross omg i’m sorry dkjsdkj). today i am HYPE to introduce you all with my bby lilo!! honestly lilo and stitch is one of my fave movies of all time so sdkjsdk NO PRESSURE YK but anyways down bellow will be a bit about ya girl!

BIO (ish, thing tjkfj)

Lilo is weird. She’s a weirdo. She doesn’t fit in, and she doesn’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen her without that stupid mumu? That’s WEIRD

dfkdjsdk sorry i had to, i put joke in my app and i had to make it again aNYWAYS FOR REAL NOW

tldr ; she’s lilo, just kinda sadder sdkjds saw her parents die, went to therapy, doesn’t really ever feel like she belongs, is afraid of loving anyone because she’s afraid of losing them, the Works Folks. also teaches hula now! kinda wants to be a photography major! has an instagram following! i think that’s it oof

For the most part I don’t plan to deviate from Lilo’s cannon storyline too much seeing as you know, she’s a human and not a humanoid turtle that knows karate so I don’t feel like I need to change TOO much BUT i do want to flesh her out a bit.

First, I headcannon that Lilo was actually in the car during her parents car accident. She was in the backseat and came out of the whole thing relatively uninjured physically, but mentally, and emotionally, well, that was a different story. This is the biggest explanation for the darkness deep in Lilo’s psyche, the reason she had to sit through so much therapy with so many psychologists over the years., You see, Lilo was odd prior to the accident but that eccentricity only seemed to be amplified there after. That combined with the fact that all of her friends abruptly abandoned her after her parents death (literally cannon, can you believe it, screw mertle sdkjdsj) Lilo was kind of left in no mans land emotionally. Therapy never really helped her much unfortunately, and for long time Lilo simply tried to do anything she could to cope. Whether that was pretending she and Mertle were still friends, or praying to god for some sort of angel, or getting unfairly angry with her sister. Lilo spent a long time after her parents death just barely trying to keep afloat, until after a while she stopped having to try. She’s gotten so good at pretending she’s okay that she’s almost even convinced herself.

Like I said Lilo has also always been the type that people struggled to understand. She was a harmless girl, but she said odd things without hesitation, and she never quite got along with her peers, or even other adults because of it. Honestly outside of her family Lilo had few friends because no one could really understand her, and despite the pain of that, Lilo swallowed it down and continued on. Pretty soon, Lilo started to get into the habit of keeping people at arms length, of pushing people away before they could reject her. It was easier being the weird girl, being the one people pointed at and whispered about than being the girl who desperately just wanted a friend. So Lilo slowly buried that girl down deep over time. She tries not to let her out, she’s a real buzz kill.

That was until Stitch of course. She let Stitch in. It wasn’t honestly at the time, the part of Lilo that was so desperate for friendship was still open and bleeding then. She accepted Stitch into her life with open arms and little questions, and to this day he’s still her best friend and her brother. He’s one of the few people who have accepted her fully for who she is, weird shit and all, and Lilo couldn’t be more grateful for him.

I have a headcannon that the Pelekai’s kind of became maybe a bit of a group home? Just because of all the experiments who came in and out of their place. In my mind the experiments were children who Lilo, Nani, her uncle Jumba and Aunt Pleakley would do their best to find amazing homes for. This was Lilo’s idea, after meeting Stitch.

Honestly Lilo uses her weirdness as a bit of a shield. If she’s weird enough then it’s like people know who she is immediately, and the people who wouldn’t want to be around her because of it will leave. She wasn’t rejected, and it didn’t hurt because SHE was the one in control if that makes sense? Being as odd as possible is just a way to keep her heart safe sometimes, and when people stick around despite how odd she is Lilo doesn’t really know what to do honestly.

Despite this Lilo is still very friendly. She feels no qualms about talking to people or speaking her mind, honestly, it’s never been something she’s had an issue with. She’s just chosen not to care whether those people actually like her or not, or at least has numbed herself to caring about that if that makes sense.

A rebellious streak a mile wide tbh. Lilo never wants to hurt anybody of course and she never will unless pushed to the breaking point (ex. That one time she lashed out at Mertle) , but she never has been and never will be obedient. She’s known to get into mischief occasionally, and she doesn’t love being told what to do,

HEADCANNONS ;

Still loves photography and actually sometimes considers changing her major. She chose mechanics because the idea of helping Stitch get up into space was something that she was always excited about -- honestly the concept of them being together even in their adult lives was just too reassuring to her-- and she rationalized it all by telling herself that she wanted to take photos for herself and for money. But photography is her passion honestly and she genuinely has a bit of a talent for it. She’s done a few art galleries and won a couple of minor awards, and even in her spare time she tends to walk around Corona with a camera looking for things take pictures of. Her photos aren’t ever exactly… everyone’s cup of tea, but they’re thought provoking at the very least.

In my mind Lilo takes a lot of photos with body diverse models, honestly for the most part she will only take photos of body diverse models.

At this point I think she has photography as her minor.

A bisexual babe because none of my muses are ever straight.

Also a demigirl. Lilo was kind of inspired by her Aunt Pleakley to truly consider her gender (I headcannon that Pleakley is gender fluid or a trans woman but that’s just me) and it was through that careful consideration that Lilo realized she didn’t fully identify as a girl.

Very accepting. Very liberal. Has gotten arrested at a protest once. Very much will stand up for her beliefs and the rights of others dkdsdkjd is Not here for prejudice or toxic masculinity will fight you on sight !!!

Still loves dancing. One of her proudest accomplishments is winning the hula competition that her mother won back home in Kauai. She doesn’t dance professionally in any other styles, but she does love to dance and she will indulge in that from time to time. I think she might teach the occasional hula lesson at the local gym but it’s probably a specialty thing like once every two weeks or something. She does have some regularly who come though and that always makes her happy.

Still loves the ocean and surfing as well, and honestly will go to the ocean no matter the weather and put her wetsuit on to have a good time. You can find Lilo on the beach at anytime, especially when she’s homesick, just smelling the salt of the ocean and riding the waves.

Also still tries to feed Pudge the fish peanut butter sandwiches, because she maintains that he does control the weather (also the fact that there’s a theory that Lilo used to feed pudge the fish because it was raining the day of her parents car crash and she him to make the weather nice so that never happens to anyone again has me FUCKED UP it will always have me FUCKED UP and that is all).

lilo is also a big philiophobe tbh, like i said she has a lot of issues getting attached to people because she feels like they might just leave so love really scares her? and she tends to freak out at just the thought of it so sdksdk love this for her she gets crushes on people occasionally but the moment things start to get serious this bitch will DIP

loves to have fun though! she doesn’t tend to get asked out on a lot of dates tbh but your girl tens to have a few drunken hook ups here and there and she finds those fun. she also regularly likes to go on tinder and fuck with people. not even catfishing them or anything she just likes to message them weird shit and have a good time dkjdf

has a big ass heart tbh. she would give someone the shirt off her back without any hesitation. she’s just a really kind person despite being hurt so much before, and she honestly never intends to hurt anyone even if she does so accidentally or in anger yk? Like if you fucked with her, then she might lash out for a hot minute but after she’s cooled down it’ll be like damn,,, didn’t mean to do that. Honestly she just has a bit of a temper lowkey but she actually feels guilty after unlike some people *cough* local devil kronk turtle man *cough*

Can’t hold a grudge for the life of her. Forgives way too easily rip

Has a photography instagram that’s actually pretty damn popular! She’s got a good amount of followers on there and while Lilo’s proud she doesn’t really know what to do with all the positive attention on her weird as shit photos?

WANTED CONNECTIONS ;

i have a wanted connection tag here! check it out and if anything in there catches your eye just lemme know!

GIRL SQUAD ; please. please. i’m out here,,, beggin fdkdfkfd i really want lilo to have some female friends okay just a cute little squad of buds, i’m picturing the skam girl squad, i’m picturing those girls from pretty little liars that i can’t remember the name of, i’m picturing idk the girls from that one movie with tiffany haddish jsut sds pLEASE Y’ALL vanellope & tink

EX-SOMETHING ; this could either be someone who like actually got close enough for lilo to freak the freak out and dip like someone she nearly fell in love with or fell in love with her and kind of triggered her GOTTA GO reflex lmao or someone she casually dated for the fun of it, maybe they even went on a few dates before they realized they were better as friends?

ENEMIES ; someone who doesn’t like lilo and lilo doesn’t like in return. Or maybe it’s one sided we can plot it out!

PARTNER IN CRIME ; this is the person who Lilo will end up in prison with. This is the person who she goes to when she just wants to go crazy aaah go stupid. Love this for her. caitlin !

PHOTOGRAPHY BUD OR MUSE ; exactly what it says on the tin. Someone who will let Lilo sit on their shoulders so she can Get That Shot. Somebody who will be like Tom Holland in this post and Do It For The Gram!!! phoenix

EX-TINDER DATE ; honestly this could align with the second ex something or even the first or be something different completely! but like i said lilo tends to go on tinder dates to mess around with people so she would just be as weird as possible during the date for shits and giggles tbh and it was probably a really fun time unless your muse was really serious about it! We can discuss what happened on the actual date and have a wild time

SOMEONE SHE TUTORS ; surprisingly engineering and other sciences comes really easy to Lilo so this goes out to science majors I suppose!

A CRUSH ; self explanatory I think but if anyone is willing to let Lilo have a a bit of a crush on their muse hmu. buttercup!

SIBLING LIKE CONNECTION ; !!! love this omg if anyone wants to give Lilo a pseudo sibling i would love this.

FWB/CASUAL HOOKUP ; self explanatory i think

i think that’s all i can think of for now but !!! plot with me please! that is all thank you sdksdjk

#l.p. | bio.#oof finished

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prettieparker86 · 6 years ago

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There’s A Woman…

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader (sort of), Arthur Shelby x Reader (sort of)

Warning: Mentions of loss and abuse

See below for additional chapters

Gif Credit: @peakypeaky & @kendaspntwd Thank you for letting me use your beautiful gifs for my crazy stories.

Note: Please Read – As some of you know I had a bout of insomnia last night and this is what I wrote at 4am. I debated not posting it at all. It’s just a one-shot, Imagine style. I’m not sure what this is. It’s probably garbage, but this is what happens when you can’t sleep… Just the deranged ramblings of an exhausted mind.

I have no idea if any of this is factually accurate for the time period. Again, written in the haze of no sleep. I tried to verify my assumptions of girls getting married in their teens to avoid going into the system, I’ve heard of it happening in the US, but I couldn’t verify it for 1920′s UK. Oh and I feel like the reader is young in this, somewhere like 19-20.

If you enjoy it, like, comments, and reblogs are always appreciate.

Wrapped in your quiet cocoon, the fabric’s soft like a distant memory of better days as it envelopes you. The heat of your body held tight beneath the blanket, warming your skin from the inside out. The room is cold, the air around your face frigid as you burrow your nose deeper against the blanket. The sound of rain on the window lulls your mind as you dose in and out, unsure if it’s sleep or the whiskey that keeps pulling your under.

With a shift and creak, the heat changes around you, filling on one side, escaping from another. The chill from the wall reaches out for you back, poking and prodding at your spine as you reach for the warmth in front of you, seeking it out unconsciously. It’s warm and toasty, soft to the touch as you nuzzle your nose against it. The musky scent of whiskey and gun power winds tendrils up your nose as your lips part and you breathe it in.

“Vera,” The sound of your name fills the room, off a breath that’s low and gritty and muffled from sleep.

But you recognize it even in the haze of your own mind as the softness bleeds to subtle as he turns in towards you.

Your eyes flutter open and meet the most startling blue eyes you’ve ever gazed upon lying beside you. Even now, after years of seeing them, sometimes they can be so enchanting, so bewitching, they leave you frozen under their spell as you gaze into their mighty grip. He stares back you, barely blinking as if you’re all he can see in the dark.

“I did it again?” You whisper softly to him. No need for volume when he’s lying this close.

You squeeze your eyes tightly shut, trying to remember how you got here as Tommy’s heavy breath fills the air around you once again, only further away this time as he turns from you.

“Yeah, ya did.” He states flatly. You’re eyes shoot back open as you hear a knock on the wall above your head.

You stare at the sharp line of his jaw as Tommy stares up at the ceiling lying beside you, thinking the line of it looks as dangerous as the razors on his cap.

“Found her, Arthur!” Tommy hollers to the room over as he gives the wall one more steady knock, the sound echoing against your face as you cringe from the sheer volume of it.

Resigned to leaving your warm safe place, you kick back the blankets as the feel of cold frigid air assaults you on contact, sending gooseflesh forming against your skin, hair standing on end, your breasts tingling against the chill as a shiver runs down your spine. Your night gown offering little in the form of resistance against the brutal winter nights.

Your head still feels foggy, swaying and shifting like a boat on rocky seas. Surely, it’s the whiskey. A Shelby now, you drink often and plenty, but tonight seemed especially plentiful. You lost track after your fifth glass of whiskey.

You’re not even sure what drew you in here this time, the urge unclear and hazy in your mind. You spot a glass of water on the table beside Tommy’s bed and think perhaps you had gotten up for it only to return to the wrong spot. Poised to move and return to your bed, you place your hands unceremoniously on Tommy’s chest to balance yourself before swinging your leg over him as he lets out a groan in protest.

You could have climbed off at the end of the bed you suppose, but this was the fastest way out, and at this time of night and whiskey on your brain, added work just seemed unnecessary. You aim to brace your knee against the mattress on the other side of Tommy as you climb off, but the bed’s smaller than you considered and he’s lying against the edge.

You’re clumsy from sleep and had far too much whiskey, and you realize your miscalculation a little too late, as your leg falls off the side of the bed, toes landing on the icy floorboard as you sink down on top of Tommy’s waist.

“Fuck sake, Vera!” Tommy growls through clenched teeth, shooting up in bed with the feel of you on top of him, but as he rises, you slip down his body and settle across his lap.

The sudden jerk in position throws you off balance as you try to climb off him. Too quick for the whiskey to catch up with as you sway, about to topple onto the floor in a heap before Tommy snatches your waist and you quickly clutch at his shoulders trying to steady yourself and not land face first on the frigid hardwood floor.

Your eyes meet and for a second your swallowed up by endless blue. Your hearts racing though you’re not sure if it’s from the near fall or the depths of Tommy’s eyes staring into your soul. A shiver runs down your spine, but you can’t be sure whether it stirs from the chill in the air or your precarious position.

Hands clutching at his shoulders as his arms wrap around your waist, breasts pressed against the heat of his chest, your night gown pooled high around your thighs as you teeter straddled across his lap. Stuck between the chill of the room and the heat between your bodies, holding you captive with the grip of his eyes as the steady rhythm of his breath against your lips calms your rattle.

You search his eyes boldly in the near darkness. Searching for the young man he had been before. Always laughing about something, talking on about his dream to race horses, and always getting into mischief of one kind or another. But you can’t find that young man in the eyes staring back at you, not anymore. Sliced open and bleeding after Greta, all traces ripped clean from his bones after the war. He looks at you in a way that’s hard to read.

So guarded and trained in neutrality, he’s hard to define. But you see something in his eyes that reminds you of yourself. Of loss, anger, and transformation, from the girl before her mother passed to the one you are today. You swear you see a piece of yourself in him, like looking in a mirror. Everyone’s intimidated by Tommy these days, but not you – you know what real monsters look like. He’s like a riddle waiting to be solved, though you’re quite certain it’s not yours to unravel. And for all his sharp edges and unpredictable moods, you still trust him, even now.

The sound of a throat clearing catches both your attention as your gaze shoots to the sound, you find Arthur leaning against the doorframe watching you and Tommy silently. There’s something in his eyes, something you almost never see and it’s not aimed at you, it’s aimed squarely at Tommy, but you recognize it just the same, tangled up as you are… Men and their cocks never cease to amaze you.

“Don’ be fuckin’ ridiculous,” you scoff, pushing off Tommy to swing your other leg over and climb off him. You know what it looks like, you’re not a fucking fool, but the idea it could be anything other than a misunderstanding was absurd to you.

“Get your wife, Arthur.” Tommy insists as he practically lifts you off him. Unable to get rid of you fast enough as you nearly trip again from the momentum and whiskey, falling against Arthur’s waiting arms.

Wife – the word is always jarring when you hear it. No one in the Shelby home calls you that, but Thomas and you still haven’t figure out why. Arthur’s wife, but only in name. Anyone sensible knows that. He married you at fifteen in a hasty ceremony done only to save your life. Arthur is many things to you - hero, protector, confidant, friend, but husband still isn’t one that fits, and luckily for you, he doesn’t expect it to.

Your father died in a factory accident when you were ten. Your mother was a good friend of Polly’s, you grew about around the Shelby’s. After she passed of consumption, Polly took you under her wing. Until the parish authorities came calling shortly after the funeral, taking to you stay with the fathers until they could locate your next of kin.

You lasted a month there, before you managed to run away. Returning to the only place you felt safe anymore. You had been frantic and desperate, you couldn’t go back. They would come for you, Polly knew they would as they had her own children, but she had no legal claim to you. So she devised the only plan she could muster on such little time, in the whirlwind of your desperation… Marriage.

If you were married they’d have no way to take you. You’d be property of your husband. While John was the closest in age, he was already married to Martha. Tommy was out of the question as he languished at Greta dying bedside. That left only Arthur. A man thirteen years your senior, he refused at first, but when confronted with what they had done, what they would continue to do, and Polly’s word they’d figure something out later, he agreed. You weren’t easily convinced either, but Polly told you it was the only way and you couldn’t go back there.

You got lucky with Arthur. He let you know right away he had no desire for you and after leaving the care of the father’s, you needed to hear that. He said he’d appreciate if you helped Polly out around the house, but he no expectation of you ever entering his bed. You never even shared a room before he left for the war, bunking with Ada instead.

That’s how you ended up falling in love with Tommy’s bed. Having free reign of the rooms once the men left, you and Ada tried them all, and Tommy’s fit just right. It had this little divot in the old tick mattress that fit you just right. You could wrap the blankets around yourself and curl into it like a swaddled baby. You felt safe and warm there. You freely relinquished it when the men came home, but it still calls to you from time to time.

When the men came back from war, you were a woman - a young woman, but a woman just the same. And things felt different between you and the Shelby brothers. Different then the way they saw and treated the scared girl left behind. Still Arthur never pressed you, keeping his word. It was unspoken he could get his needs met anywhere he pleased as long he kept you safe and taken care of. After the war, you shared a bed, but he never touched you unless you reached for him first.

And nearly five years married, home from the war almost six months, you had never consummated the vow. Arthur Shelby was many things to you, but husband never quite seemed like one of them. But you did love him. You loved them all, even Tommy and his unpredictable moods and antagonistic jabs. So when Arthur offered to let you go, you declined. This was your family, where you wanted to be. You think maybe one day you’d like to give him a baby. You know he wants one and he certainly deserves it, but you don’t desire any of that now. Not sure you ever will. You still feel like damaged goods. You don’t know what the future holds, but you feel certain this is where you belong.

“Easy there, I got ‘cha.” Arthur tells you, slipping an arm under your legs to scoop you up like a bride.

“I got lost. Think I had too much whiskey.” You explain to him, leaning into the warmth of his chest, your face burrowing into the curve of his neck.

“That’s a’right. Let’s get ya back to bed, little lady.” Arthur tells you, holding you close with care. That’s what he calls you, not wife, sometimes Vera, but mostly ‘little lady’, has since you were small.

“Gotta stop doin this, Vera.” Tommy’s calls with impatience as Arthur carries you back to your bed.

“Night Tommy.” You answer, already half lost to the throws of sleep.

Once you’re gone, Tommy turns to his dresser to retrieve his pipe, unrolling it carefully. He plucks a bit of tar between his fingers, rolling and pinching until he has it just right. He burns just the outer edge of it, the sweet medicine crackling lightly under the flame, before he places it at the edge of his pipe. Drawing his lips to one end, he brings the other to the flame, letting it crackle and burn as he breathes in relief.

Just enough to quiet the nerves and endlessness of his mind. Placing the pipe down carefully on the desk beside his bed, Tommy rolls against the mattress, his body seeking out the heated spot you left under the blanket. His face burying against the pillow that had rested beneath your head as he breathes you in deeply, letting images of you mix and dance with the opium as he closes his eyes to drift away.

Part 2 part 5

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buckysdamnplums · 7 years ago

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First Date (Part 1)

Author’s Note: Don’t be fooled, this is not a fluffy pic. It’s angsty. I got really into this request, so now it’s a two parter. Also, I tried to keep it from getting too descriptive at some points to spare those with sensitive stomachs. But also please adhere to the warnings, they’re stated for a reason. And as always, please feel free to leave feedback or reviews because it makes me feel validated which is always nice :)

Request: Can I get an extra angsty one where Peter is tied up and the reader is tortured? He's crying as he can't do anything and the reader is screaming and crying out in pain in front of him?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2292 (part one)

Warnings: it’s a biggie: fluff turned angst. blood, torture, agony, violence, kidnapping, some death, cussing

“Morning Mr. Stark!” Peter called out as he walked into the lab. “And goodmorning y/n.”

“Morning Peter.” You both replied.

Tony looks up from his computer, eyes squinting in Peter’s direction, “So Peter, where are you taking my daughter today?”

“Well I was thinking maybe we could head to the park. Maybe swing by Coney Island.” He looks over at you, flashing a smile.

“Have her home by 9. And I hope by swing you don’t mean, swing.” Your father raises his brow at Peter.

“Of course not, sir.”

Tony walked over to you, pulling you into a hug and kissing the crown of your head, “Good. Then off you two, have fun you.”

“See ya, dad. Peter, I’ll meet you at the elevator. I’m gonna grab my jacket real quick.”

Peter was about to send your dad a wave goodbye when he noticed the worried look on his face.

“Mr. Stark, really. I won’t go Spider. I know it can be dangerous.” Peter pleaded with your father.

Sighing he replied, “I know Peter. It’s just.. She’s grown up in this environment and she’s already has a target on her back from being my daughter. I don’t need the target to grow just because she goes on one date with Spiderman.” He rubs his stands over his face, trying to relieve his stress. But Peter got it, you were Iron Man’s perfect weakness. And whether you knew it or not, you were also his.

“I got it, sir. And I hope you didn’t mean that whole one date thing,” he started making his way to the elevator at the sound of your door shutting, “I plan on there being many more dates!”

So far the date was going unbelievably well. You grabbed pizza at the park and sat on the rocks, watching a group of people playing a soccer game. You walked around a talked about colleges that interested you. Nothing too serious though, college was still a bit away. Around four, Peter called Happy to have him drive you both to Coney Island. You wanted to take the subway, not wanting to have supervision by one of your dad’s workers, but Peter insisted.

The lights and the laughter of Coney Island always settled well with you, reminding you of when your mom brought you. But that was years ago, before you even knew Tony was your father. Hell, you only found out because after your mom died records showed you were in fact a Stark. Child Services showed up at Stark Tower one day and the rest is history.

“Hey spidey, wanna head to the games?” you broke out you irresistible smile.

Sighing he agreed, “Sure. But don’t call me Spidey, y/n. It’s not uhh, good.” He took a look around your surroundings, paranoid after his conversation with your father.

“Chill out, it’s just a cute name,” you shake your head, leading Peter towards the ring bottle game.

“$5 for 3 rings. $10 for 8.” The unenthusiastic worked said.

“I got it. 8 rings please.” Peter handed the guy a ten.

He divided the rings between the two of you, letting you toss first. Y/N zero, Peter four.

“Dammit, Peter. You cheated.” you say as he hands you the giant stuffed bear.

“Oh, I could take the bear back if you want? Ya know, since I’m a ‘cheater.’”

You roll your eyes, pulling the bear closer to your chest. As you neared the restrooms you told Peter you’d be right back. He replied that he would be out here when you get out.

After no less than two minutes, Peter’s bladder decided it had to unload (if you know what I’m saying). Figuring you wouldn’t be out for another four minutes, he ran into the men’s room.

Shutting the door to the women’s room, you looked around for Peter but didn’t see him. Thinking he was in the restroom, you sat on a bench, placing the bear next to you.

“Y/N?” Peter called as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Y/N?”

He noticed a bear similar to your’s sitting on a bench and made it way towards it, heart pounding in his chest. As he got closer he noticed a strip of your photo booth pictures on the ground. Panic coursed through his veins.

Peter reached for the photos when everything went dark.

“Peter? Peter, oh god.” Your voice sounded distant and fuzzy as Peter’s eyes fluttered to open.

His eyes started adjusting to the lack of light in the room, the only other light source in the room was shining on the person in a chair in front of him. As his vision focused, he noticed the blue jacket and brown boots you were wearing.

“Y/N?” his voice sounded strained and horse.

“Peter, it’s me.” your breath was rapid and choked up.

He took in your appearance better, tears streaked your cheeks, nose bright red from crying, your hair was wild and flattened against your forehead from sweat. Your arms were behind your back, most likely tied up and your feet were strapped to the legs of the chair. The chair itself appeared welded to the ground. He tore his eyes away to check his own chair. He was bound to a similar chair.

Processing what to do in this situation, Peter whispered across the 6 feet to the terrified girl in front of him, “Y/N, has anyone come in. Are- Do you know if- How long have we been here?”

You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath before replying, “I think an hour. But I don’t know where we are or how long I was out. I woke up when they were tying my hands but I think they knocked me out again.. I woke up and you were here.”

Peter’s eyes were darting around the dark room, attempting to come up with an escape plan. This would be much easier if he had his suit.

“Y/N, I can get us out of here. We’re gonna get out of here okay?”

“Don’t waste your time trying, Mr. Parker. Or shall I call you Spidey.” An old man in a lab coat walked into the room with two armed guards. “We didn’t plan on taking you too. Hell, we just wanted her.” He looked over at you, a slimey grin on his face. “But when you called you spidey? Oh, then we knew we really hit the jackpot.”

He walked over to you, the guards on either side of him. You stood right before you, blocking Peter from your view. Keeping a stone cold stare, you looked straight at his chest, not letting your fear seep through. It got harder as the man’s calloused fingers stroked your hair, resting on your cheek.

“Stop. Stop. Don’t touch her!” Peter shouted pulling against his restraints. The man just laughed in response.

He strutted over towards Peter, “Oh, Mr. Parker. I don’t think you’re in any position to be making commands.”

His hand flew back forming a fist before thrusting it forward into Peter’s stomach. You screamed as Peter bent in half, coughing. The man turned his attention back to you, another smile pulling at his face.

“Oh dear, daddy won’t be able to find you here.” He turned towards a corner of the room, looking up, “Let’s start the questioning process. Send them in.”

Some people say that after a certain point, you can become numb to pain. You just wished that point would hurry up and arrive. Different men in lab coats would come in, questioning you about where your dad was keeping this or planning that. Being a Stark, you knew you had to hold your ground and refuse to comply. After the third time you said no, they brought in the ‘tools.’ Each time you refused to answer, a different tool would be used. Your screams tore straight to Peter’s core as he begged you to just tell them what they wanted to hear. But even he knew, you weren’t one to betray the team, let alone your father.

“Morning Kiddo.” It was Dr. Graines, he was the fourth one you met, “You know how this is going to go down, so why not just go easy on yourself today, huh?”

He walked over to the stainless steel table with the tools and charts, picking up a stack of questions. The usual two men dressed in black and green followed him to the table, one grabbing a knife, the other a taser.

“Oh I almost forgot, how rude of me. Morning, Mr. Parker. Sleep well?” his innocent act made this situation much worse, “Probably not. I mean what with all the screaming she was doing, I’d be surprised if you got any sleep last night.”

Peter just stared daggers through his tear filled eyes into the man’s back, knowing better than to speak up. Each time he makes some remark, they’d just use another tool on you.

“Okay well, let’s get on with it. Y/N Stark, please tell me where your dad is keeping his suit prototypes in the East. We know it’s somewhere out there, but please help us find the actual location.”

“Go. To. Hell.” your voice barely above a whisper.

With a wave of his hand, the toolmen got to work.

You screamed out in agony as the blade took a deep swipe across your stomach, your shirt being ripped a long time ago. You had gotten used to the chill in the room, being left in just a bra and your (now) ripped jeans. The warmth of your blood gliding down your stomach was the only warmth you’d felt in day. Days. Where the hell were the team and why haven’t they gotten here yet.

The next cut being made to your face pulled you from your thoughts. The face cuts were the worst, they stung more and would likely leave scars you’ll see each time you look in the mirror. You stifled your scream this time, letting tears fall instead. Knife guy moved to the side and your eyes locked with Peter’s. His bottom lip was bleeding from the tight hold his teeth had on it. His eyes burned red and he was covered in a layer of sweat. It was tough to tell who this was hurting more, you or Peter?

Taser Man took his spot in front of you, blocking Petr from view. You looked up at him, his yellow teeth on display in a grin.

“Fuck y-”

Your body jolted as electricity shot through you. The taser was the worst. You couldn’t hold back your scream for Peter’s sake. All screams and tears would let loose, echoing in the small room.

“Great going, she passed out again. Now we’ll have to wait for her to wake up.” One man said to the other as they made their way to the door, slamming it shut.

Peter just stared at your motionless body, hating himself for not being able to do a damned thing to keep you safe.

As you came to, you heard shouting and gunshots.

“Y/N? Y/N? Hey, hey, come on open your eyes.” You opened your eyes to Peter sitting across from you. You could feel the drying blood on your cheek from the previous cut.

“Pete-?”

“Shh, don’t speak. They’re here. We’re gonna get out of here. Oh god, Tony’s gonna kill me. Shit y/n don’t move.”

You were about to reply when the door slammed open revealing the first doctor you met when you arrived. This time with a gun in hand.

He took long strides before stopping right in front of your face, “Now I know you don’t like answering our questions but this is your last chance okay? Where is Stark keeping the S.H.I.E.L.D. files?”

This question surprised you. Never once was S.H.I.E.L.D. mentioned. And it was definitely not something your dad ever told you about. Steve was more so the guy to ask.

“I- I don’t know..” You replied, staring at the gun resting near your thigh.

A sickening laugh filled the room,“You don’t know? Huh. I’m betting you do.”

“I don’t! I swear this time I don’t. Ask me anything else just please, don’t kill me.” You breathed out your last words, eyes still on the gun.

“Kill you?” you meet the man’s cold eyes as he walked backwards. “I figured since you don’t really care about getting stabbed or cut or tased or hit, you probably would die protecting your dad’s precious secrets. But him?” He pointed the gun at Peter, making your stomach drop. “You wouldn’t want poor little Spidey to die. You know since he’s the one who kept his mouth shut to prevent you from the tools. Or he’s the only one you’ve agreed to go on a date with. And since he’s the one your heart rate kept speeding for.”

“How’d y-”

“Honey, we’ve been watching you for years! Ever since news got out Stark had a daughter, we waited for the perfect moment,” his eyes focused on yours as he took a small step towards you again. “We knew you’d put up a resistance, but you really surprised us all. And now you’re going to tell me where the files are or god so help me, I will blow out the brains of your little boyfriend.”

His face was right in yours, spit landing on your blood and tear streaked face. You caught a metallic glimpse of a reflection out the door, choosing your next words carefully.

“I don’t think you would.”

Just then, a shot went off as you screwed your eyes shut.

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bacontodae · 7 years ago

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Promise

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (a little bit)

Length: 1.6k

Warnings: Character Death, Illness

Requested by @heart-baek-bleed

Thank you for the request!

(Requests are open if ya wanna send one right on in)

Each day was long, almost never-ending. Each of these days I spent remembering back when I wasn’t living a complete lie, hiding the truth from my loved ones. There was something about breaking devastating news like this to your family and friends that made you want to hide under heaps of blankets never to see the light of day again; well I don’t need to hide under blankets to know that I won’t see the light for much longer.

I had been diagnosed with a medical condition that caused me to constantly cough up blood. I wasn’t bed ridden nor in unbearable pain but that didn’t mean that I didn’t experience painful jolts that felt like literal death. Ten months ago I was diagnosed and still to this day my boyfriend Baekhyun has no idea. I simply just do not have the will or strength to tell him especially because I have been given a countdown- the countdown to my last days alive.

I had brought my wonderful mother along with me for my doctor’s appointment as I knew I could trust her with all the information. Granted, she might not have been the best person to take in terms of emotional aspects as she was sobbing uncontrollably in the car on the way home. She tried to convince me to explain everything to Baekhyun but for some reason, I couldn’t. It was like I could already see his hurt expression and hear his worrisome words. He cared too much about someone who had three months left to live.

My throat felt like it was ripping into shreds as I coughed into what was once a clean white tissue. My illness was slowly eating me from within and I just longed for release, for something that would take my mind off the pain that electrocuted my body whenever I had an ‘episode’ (as the doctors called it).

I hauled my body out of my bed, where I was previously watching the new KDrama, and threw away the bloody tissue. For some strange reason, throwing out these tissues was no longer a dreaded occurrence because it happened so often; it was almost like a daily routine that only seemed to get worse by the day.

You may have asked yourself “why are you almost dead if you only cough up blood?” and I don’t have an answer for you. I regret now but back when I was being informed about my illness, the doctor explained the entirety of it including the cause and why I was on a countdown but I didn’t listen. I was too busy thinking about how I was going to break the news to Baekhyun. I wouldn’t expect a good reaction, I’m going to die but maybe he would understand.

The jangling of the keys at the front door startled me because I was usually given a warning when Baekhyun was to come home so that I could completely dispose the tissues. Panic ensued as I scrambled to find a good but sanitary hiding spot for the used tissue but I had nothing.

“Y/N, I called for you but you did-“ Baekhyun stopped mid sentence to look at my nervous face and then at the bloody tissue. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was going through his mind in this moment as his face was unreadable.

“What’s happened?” He asked his voice quiet and soft like the caring and compassionate boyfriend I knew he was. Was this really the way I was about to explain to him that I had a disease? The air was thick with tension and I could tell that we both hated every second of it.

I sighed and sat on the bed after throwing the tissue in the bin.

“I guess it’s time you find out…”

The conversation with Baekhyun didn’t go as well as I had initially planned but it definitely could have been worse. He understood, with some difficulty, and he made the promise to never leave me until the end. When he said that my heart crumbled into a heap of dust because I did not deserve someone this amazing and loyal. Of course he was slightly offended that I hadn’t told him yet considering that I had had this disease for quite some time now but he was still considerate and amazingly kind like how I knew him to be.

The beautiful frosty snowflakes fell from the sky gracefully like miniature ballet dancers and coated the floor like a blanket. The air was so cold that it could turn and liquid into ice, no doubt about it. Winter had always been my favourite season and it wasn’t just because of the beautiful weather. Three years ago in December, today exactly, was when I had met Baekhyun. He looked so peaceful walking his dog through the winter’s snow and his soft smile said exactly that. I knew that I shouldn’t have bothered him but for some reason I couldn’t help it. We ended up having a conversation about this special season and about how it was his favourite as well. I know it’s cliché to say but I’m pretty sure there was a connection from the very beginning.

We exchanged numbers and from that point on, we talked every single day making sure that not one piece of information was lost over the phone. He was quite literally the boyfriend I was waiting for; that special guy that would be there for me no matter what and he did exactly that.

“Y/N?” Baekhyun called gliding out of our shared bedroom with his suit and tie on. He looked so handsome in the pristine blazer and it only seemed to make me fall in love with him that little bit more. I was wearing a white gown to go along with the winter theme and because it was my favourite colour. It had been confirmed that I only had a week left by my doctor and that I could pass at any given moment during that week. Baekhyun, being the amazing boyfriend he was, wanted to make sure that I left this world by his side and with something to hold onto. He had arranged to sing my favourite song to me at my favourite place by the river just in case today was my last day. I had cried for hours when he had told me this information because he was so sweet and really didn’t need to do it yet here he was.

“Are you ready?” He asked holding out his slender hand for me to take and I did so because I was still unstable from the episode I had had previously. We loaded into his car and drove off to the destination with gentle classical music playing in the background. The world looked so much better in the winter; everything was so cosy and beautiful to look at, kind of like the location we had met at. It was my favourite place still to this day as it held so many special memories.

We had arrived and the wooden structure that led off into the now frozen river looked amazing considering how it was dusted with snowflakes. Baekhyun once again held out his hand to assist me getting out of the car before we headed over to the location anticipating his performance. My best friend Jiyeon was already here with her boyfriend as I had requested them to come with us. It would be a special moment that I wanted to share with three people that I love to bits.

Baekhyun walked up to the higher grounds where the set up for him to sing his song was all ready to go. Seats decorated with white bows were on the lower grounds where the three of us sat side by side.

“This is for my beautiful and unbelievably strong girlfriend, Y/N.” He began to sing my favourite song “Promise” which automatically brought me to tears because the lyrics were genius and genuinely meant something to me. Baekhyun obviously knew this so he would sing it to me when I was settling down for bed sometimes. He was truly something special I wanted nothing more than to stay with him for the rest of my life.

But it was then that I started violently coughing. Baekhyun had thankfully gotten through the whole song before this and was bowing to my friends who were applauding him. I automatically knew that my life was coming to an end but at least I would leave with Baekhyun by my side. In a frantic hurry, Baekhyun ran to my side, tears already collecting in his eyes. I hated seeing him like this but I was pretty much helpless at this point; all I could do was look through my eyelashes at him and listen to his calls to Jiyeon along the lines of “Call the ambulance!”.

I could feel my body getting weaker and weaker with every strained breath I took. My throat was on fire but Baekhyun’s arms that were wrapped around me seemed to make me feel better…and safer.

Through his sobs and his desperate cries, Baekhyun managed to choke out these words that hit me like a truck.

“I love you…wait for me, yeah?”

I wanted to weep and hold his hand and scream that I will never leave him but I couldn’t. I could choke out my own last words.

“I love you too.”

I felt my eyes close slowly but gently as Baekhyun’s sobs only got louder and more desperate.

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jaegertango · 7 years ago

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The Hall of Tarsalai

So I wrote a thing with Pent in it. I haven’t written combat in fucking forever, so I’m definitely rusty. This also has Amilaine in it, because why wouldn’t she be there hunting with him? Anyway, stuff in Gilneas happens, and it’s pretty damn important, so I got off my ass so I could actually do the thing.

With a ragged inhale, Rasputen Tarsalai took in the cold, wet air of Gilneas that his body had long since deemed unnecessary. Even over ten years since he had last needed to breathe, and the oxygen slid through his lungs like slime, the Huntsman still reveled in the chill that grasped within him. Few things could still bring him happiness in his new existence as an Undead, and the weather of the rainy, dark region of the Worgen was amongst them. Even better was the rifle he held in his hands, his sharp, bone fingertips cradling the firearm lovingly as the stench of gunpowder clung to the barrel warmly. Storm clouds and bullets – what could possibly be better?

Probably the pale-haired woman close behind him, Amilaine’s nimble fingers testily rolling a knife between them with ease.

“Any luck?” She whispered curiously, and there was a hint of excitement testing in her gentle voice, an edge of sadism as warning as the glint of steel in her hand.

“Lotta blood in the air,” the Deadeye grunted back gravelly, his only-working eye lazily glancing around the foggy tree trunks. Even if the Forsaken woman could not see as well in the mist, Rasputen could easily leer at the splattering trail of red soaked onto the white like a painting. His initial shot had only grazed the beast’s shoulder, but a graze was all he needed; the brute was bleeding. There was nowhere in Gilneas the two undead wouldn’t be able to hunt the Worgen now. “Keep an eye out, Kitten.”

“I’ll keep out two~” Amilaine teased, to which Tarsalai grumbled loudly, but affectionately as he trotted along. His boots crushed the damp grass underfoot with muffled thuds, while the woman’s bare feet were not even audible in comparison. Even as the two descended deeper into the woods, and the fog devoured the leafy canopy overhead, Amilaine moved with such fluidity that she seemed to nearly vanish like a ghost in the mist. A true wraith – she was the polar opposite to the Huntsman’s heavy step and menacing aura, and she was excellent at being his spotter. As Rasputen looked down, he gestured towards a scattered trail of blood drops, only growing thicker with every few feet. Perfect.

“Watch my arse, gotta bad feeling,” Tarsalai murmured, his brow narrowing as he shouldered his rifle.

There was an audible pause before he felt a sharp nip in his backside.

“OI! WATCH, NOT TOUCH!” Rasputen hissed, but he couldn’t retaliate with his own pinch before Amilaine giggled mischievously, practically disappearing into the fog where not even his enhanced senses could track her. Growling more in exasperation he couldn’t get the butt-touch he wanted, he bolted off after her despite knowing he’d never catch up. Worgen hunt be damned, he had his lover to bother-

-as he ducked just in time to avoid an outstretched hand bigger than his entire head sweeping at him.

The Huntsman’s reactions flared, and his scarred face twisted into a horrid grin to match the savage maw of the wolf-man gnashing his fangs at him. His firearm aimed up, but the Worgen was already lunging forward with a rabid snarl, towering over Tarsalai easily. Swearing colorfully, the undead shifted to the right, just under the beast’s outstretched arms. Yet, even with that dodge, the Worgen was already twisting around under the same momentum, ready to cleave at him with a vicious claw; as Rasputen instead also charged forward, upsetting his rifle’s position to instead bash the furry brute across the jaw with the stock of his gun. The sudden attack was all the Deadeye needed to surprise and stun the Worgen as it yelped, but he wasn’t fast enough to aim properly as he squeezed the trigger. The round gouged itself harmfully into one of the beast’s arms, but not lethally as he howled in pain. Another curse left the Deadeye as he reached for another bullet, slamming the round into place with mechanical precision. Taking that time was not good for him though, as even with its injured limb, the Worgen surged at Tarsalai, tackling him and trying to snap at his gray throat. The wolf-man had weight on Rasputen, and one of his arms was already occupied trying to keep those teeth from chomping his neck out. Enraged spittle showered onto the undead’s face, and he bellowed furiously back as he struggled to aim. This was turning into far more of an annoyance than it needed to be, and the Worgen was starting to gain the advantage. Inch by inch, it was getting closer to the Huntsman’s throat, claws trying to hold back the barrel of the gun as it roared victoriously-

-and Tarsalai immediately jammed the rifle into his open maw with a surge of strength, the Worgen practically helping him shove the weapon there. The beast choked on metal – and then on blood and bone as Rasputen immediately transformed the back of his head into an eruption of brain and gore. All life in the beast dissipated on the spot, and the Huntsman instinctively kicked out at the brute to shove the corpse away. A new shock of pain washed through his right side as the claws that had embedded themselves in his side were yanked out, the sacrifice he had to make in order to aim at the monster. Grumbling in disgust, he clambered to his feet, cocking his smoking rifle back and gazing out around him – to notice that Amilaine had appeared at his side again.

“Where th-“ was as far as he managed to get before he realized that her appearance had become far more vivid – she was now utterly soaked in vermillion life fluids, staining her chest and even bits of her cheeks and hair as she stared at Tarsalai with a bewildered expression.

“What the fuck HAPPENED?” He growled, now concerned for his Kitten as he glared at her gorestained visage. “Is there another bloody one!?”

“No, no! This is-“ Amilaine started, holding up her fingers to a trickle of blood leaking down her cheek. The barest hint of a smirk crossed her face as she looked at her soaked fingers, and lapped at them curiously. “I went to help you with it, and just as I was about to stab him in the back, he kinda…”

She made a finger-pistol motion, complete with its own “pschew!” sound effect. This apparently made no sense for Rasputen, for he kept gazing dumbfounded at the Forsaken woman.

“The dogs don’t bleed THAT goddamned hard, do they?” He hissed, shaking his head and turning towards the Worgen corpse. “Dunno how they could-“

He stopped himself as he realized that there wasn’t actually a back of the Worgen’s head anymore – everything passed its muzzle had been blown clear out by the force of the Huntsman’s shot, and that there was a conical spray from the gore geyser – and a definite gap of someone standing right in the blast zone.

“Oh. Never mind.”

“It’s okay, I thought it was funny,” Amilaine spoke happily, sidling up next to Tarsalai and rubbing her cheek along his shoulder – probably to also clean herself up of the blood. “His heart will be intact too~”

“Yeah yeah Kitten, I know how much you love your ruddy-“

That Worgen wasn’t the one they were hunting.

It was only when the Deadeye noticed the absence of his first tracking shot on the slaughtered beast that it occurred to him this wasn’t his initial prey. The realization hit Rasputen nearly as hard as the actual Worgen they had been hunting, the wolf-man sinking his claws into each of his already-maimed shoulders. Roaring in furious pain, Tarsalai barely avoided his second death by stuffing his rifle sideways into the Worgen’s vile maw, its fearsome jaw unable to clamp down passed the steel holding it in place. Unfortunately, there was now no way for the undead to fight back as those fangs winked ominously at him, and those claws kept their knifelike digits in his shoulders. It was taking all of his strength just to hold this brute back from yanking away and shredding his throat to pieces. With boots kicking wildly to no avail at the Worgen’s gut, the hunter was forced to think far quicker than he wanted to. The Deathcannon wasn’t aimed correctly in this position, but he could certainly use the explosive force to free himself; if the blast didn’t kill him anyway. That could-

-The Worgen surprised him by suddenly rearing back, tugging the rifle out of Tarsalai’s hands and bringing a final set of claws upward. Oh FUCK-

But fate never arrived for Rasputen, for just as the beast started to seal the undead’s fate, a bullet suddenly rocketed into its left eye, crashing out of the side of its snout grotesquely. The Worgen howled in agony, but not before five-foot-two of pure rage pounced onto his back, the glint of a dagger moving so fast that it seemed to sway like water. The assailant immediately jammed it into the beast’s jugular, nearly hilting it before drawing it in a precise arc across the Worgen’s throat. The smoothness of the strike was almost unnatural – as was the obscene amount of blood that came gushing out of the open wound noisily, splashing onto Tarsalai thickly. He grunted mostly in annoyance over revulsion, but couldn’t hold back a wild grin as he looked towards his slain foe – and how his Kitten was still stabbing the corpse’s chest in a berserker delight.

“Oi Kitten! Ya got him, he’s – OI! You’re GONNA BUST THE HEART!”

It was only when Rasputen made mention of the organ that the Forsaken woman froze, and she finally stopped ripping into the Worgen needlessly. She was panting heavily, though judging from the bright gleam in her eyes and the way she was biting her lower lip, it wasn’t entirely from exertion. Her hands were now as coated in blood as the rest of her torso, entirely matching Tarsalai’s own gore-splattered visage thanks to her killing blow. When she looked over at her lover, she smiled cheerfully, looking quite innocent despite the sheer amount of red soaking her form.

“I’ll let you do the honors, since you gave me the kill~” she teased, booping the Deadeye on the nose with a bloody fingertip and offering her dagger hand towards him. He snorted gruffly, but kept smirking as Tarsalai accepted the knife, and gazed up the massacred brute.

“Bleeding hells, not like there’s much holding this fuck together anymore,” he grumbled in amusement, his own ministrations with the dagger clumsier. He lacked the dexterity that Amilaine did, but that didn’t stop him from carving up the Worgen’s insides regardless. It didn’t matter if the rest looked like chum and dog food – there was only one part that he needed to get towards. And as he approached the meaty, bulging heart, his single eye lit up eagerly. Perfect.

With a few quick slices and a wrench of his hands, he yanked the beast’s heart out grotesquely, bits of blood and shredded organ spraying out with the motion. Chuckling to himself, he reached into his longcoat pocket with his free hand, yanking out a handkerchief to hold the heart in place, as if to present it in a more delicate way for his lover. Looking over towards Amilaine, he now held the heart with both hands, starting to kneel as his gaze shined brightly towards her.

“For you, Kitten. My heart, I give to you,” he spoke with a surprising fondness, offering her the heart tenderly. A sparkling sheen even drove itself along the side of the organ in a pristine fashion as he offered it to her. Amilaine smiled widely, eagerly snatching it from his hands as she nodded towards the Huntsman.

“Ever the gentleman,” she cooed, to which the undead looked shocked. His eye shot from the heart to her hands, and as she began to dip down, he began to stand up in confusion.

“Wait, hol-“

It was too late – she was already biting down onto the heart hungrily, its juices and bloods squishing outward wetly. Her eyes closed blissfully at the taste of it, oblivious to Tarsalai’s surprise – until they shot open as her teeth tried to crunch on something much harder than flesh. Gasping, she froze with a mouthful of flesh still in her mouth, and gaped at Rasputen, who was still halted in shock. She looked down towards the heart, and then tried to politely dig in her mouth without showing off the contents. The half-chewed chomp looked the same as all of the other hearts did – a dull crimson, several valves, oozing with blood-

-a gold band sticking out of the side of it.

Everything turned still. Not even the branches or the walls of fog within Gilneas seemed to move. With shuddering fingers, she reached towards the ring, pulling it loose of the heart-chunk with an excess of shivers. Even in the blood, even when it was soaked in those thick life fluids, her eyes could just make the engraving within the band, making out her name within. Almost bemusedly, she turned towards Rasputen’s wide-eyed expression

–and she wailed at the top of her voice.

Holy fuck, this wasn’t what he was expecting. Tarsalai even shouted back in surprise, to which Amilaine was still yelling incoherently, but not before she had tackled onto him tightly. His arms came around her in confusion, but she was already pelting his scarred face with kisses, the little lady easily beating him into the ground with her affections.

“Kitten, you gotta say-“

“Yes, yes! Of course, yes!’

“Yes?! IT’S A YES?”

“OF COURSE IT IS!”

For as wild and as confusing as the proposal was, Tarsalai no longer cared. He had gotten the answer he wanted as Amilaine clung onto him as if releasing would send her off into space. He hadn’t expected her to actually take a bite before seeing the ring, but it all worked out. When she had finally calmed down, she was still cradling his face gently, the utmost affection marking her own cheeks as she intertwined her hand with his own, her new ring shining in the dim light of the forest.

“I don’t think I could be happier now,” she murmured breathlessly, squeezing the Huntsman’s hand warmly. Her smile was the widest Rasputen had ever seen it, and he had a feeling his face was doing the same. Euphoria surged through his body, easily beating back the pain his shoulders were going through, and nearly forcing him to his feet. He doubted he could be any happier himself as he rested his nose against Amilaine’s-

-as a bestial growl echoed from around them.

Immediately, the two undead looked up from their surroundings, and saw that they were not alone anymore. Three more Worgen had come across them, and their hateful eyes were tracked viciously onto them. Their snarls grew steadily louder as Tarsalai looked back towards Amilaine, and a sadistic gleam fired through his eye.

“Ready for dessert, Amilaine Tarsalai?”

“I’ve never been hungrier, husband~”

#Jaegerwrites #sorry this took so long Pepto #and sorry this is as bad as it is

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thelostandforgottenangel · 7 years ago

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What Have I Done

Don't know why but I seem to have a thing for depressing and heart wrenching crap that I do, gets kind of gloomy right off the top so I do apologize…. One-shot AU TMNT Raphael x Raven because I’m a horrible person that loves screwing with these two way more then I should à OC Female x Turtles

Mention of: Death, Sorrow, Suicide, Depression

I don’t own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Raphael glared down on the teen that had stood her ground after confronting him for his odd behavior as of the last few weeks and for some reason the tone in her voice had left him seeing red

And it had instantly turned into an argument between them once again

He barely heard her voice anymore just seeing her mouth moving as he turned to walk away growling as she fell silent behind him

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Without really thinking about it Raven stepped forward to touch him starting to hate herself for ever raising her voice at him realizing this wasn’t getting her anywhere

“Sorry Raph – you don’t have to tell me what’s going on just forget it”

He didn’t respond to her voice seething with his shell to her making her move forward, the minute her hand touched his carapace going to grab his hand he spun on his heels letting his anger get the best of him

She caught the back of his fist to the side of her head snapping her head to the side as a sickening crack vibrated down her neck, he had hit her so hard it sent her flying across the room into the table knocking it over with her as she bounced off the concrete wall before her body rolled off the ledge hitting the ground leaving the stunned teenager on the floor unable to move or breathe lying limply her body twisted in an awkward way on the ground

She saw hate… Pure hate directed towards her in those golden eyes she had fallen in love with before he turned looking away walking off leaving her alone, she opened her mouth reaching out trying to call him but couldn’t speak as the room went black in front of her

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He had stood there for two minutes growling under his breath before storming over to the weight room taking out his anger on his punching bag popping the fabric making the stuff inside shift leaving huge dents where ever his fist landed until the chain broke sending the heavy bag slamming into the wall as he turned realizing the teenager hadn’t followed him like she usually would have

“Raven?”

He stepped back out into the den looking around hoping to tell her he was sorry before coming down the steps seeing the teen laying where she had dropped her eyes open and her body limp before he saw something wasn’t natural about the way she was laying swallowing a lump that was forming in his throat moving towards her as something pulled at his gut

Something wasn’t right

She didn’t move, her eyes were dulled and dazed staring at the spot where he had been standing over an hour ago noticing her hand had been extended like she was trying to reach for him, the teen still didn’t move as he got closer; it was then that he saw a stream of red running towards the water a few feet away running down into the water, she was bleeding from a deep cut on her head leaving tiny trails of red across her white skin as blood dripped from between her blue lips creating a separate puddle under her head

He lost his breath as he slowly stepped closer half expecting her to tell him to go away but she didn’t even flinch where he kneeled down closer to her “Ay kid” he reached out slowly just staring for the longest time as he rolled her over on her back seeing her head stayed where it was

All the air in his body left him in a rush when he registered her usually warm skin was ice cold to the touch before he was lifting her up wanting to move her to the couch but the moment he lifted her he realized what it was that had been bothering him

Her chest wasn’t moving

“R-Rave? Hey can ya hear me?” his hand shifted going to lift her head before something moved under his grasp as her head dropped back making it clear why she had never gotten up from the ground “N-No… Oh god no!” he shifted her neck carefully before he started feeling like he was going to be sick when he realized she wasn’t going to be getting up

He dropped next to her putting his hand over his mouth as he stared at the lifeless body - He had… he couldn’t have really hurt her that bad but the fact was he had

In a fit of anger Raphael had punched her… he had hit her so hard he had snapped her neck

The gut wrenching feeling started to pull at him when he thought of what he had done after losing his temper and his stomach clenched again realizing he had walked away from her when she needed him… He had left her there to die – alone

He was still there two hours later just looking at her when his brother’s stepped through the door calling out for the two before hearing Mikey behind him, he didn’t respond when Leonardo placed a hand on his shoulder right before they all realized what was laying on the floor in his arms

“Raph – what did you do?” his eyes never looked away from the teen as his brothers rushed to help her only to find it was too late, his mind was still trying to convince him this wasn’t real, Raven wasn’t laying on the floor – he hadn’t killed her

This was all a really bad dream

Tears dripped down his face as a small soft hand landed on his shoulder recognizing it “Raphie – are you okay?” he spun around hearing that sweet voice only to find him, his family, and their friends standing around a small coffin where the teen was laying her eyes closed dressed in the nicest clothes he had ever seen her in as his father spoke softly looking distraught as the words droned out

It was then he saw they were in the mountains standing off the edge of the woods in a tiny funeral for their lost sister and friend

He blinked and she was gone; now a deep grave that was being prepared to be filled with dirt where her casket had been sitting stepping forward hitting his knees not looking up as his Master and father placed a hand on his shoulder “My son – come along you don’t need to watch this” he didn’t dare move as he reached up pulling off his mask looking up at his brothers before he stepped forward moving over to the side where her box sat swallowing down the bile as he reached out barely able to see past the torrent of tears that fell down his face until Michelangelo was at his side helping him lift the lid as a rough cry ripped free of his chest just seeing her laying there

She just looked like she was sleeping peacefully

He moved closer ignoring his brother’s words before he lifted one of her small hands laying the red bandana on her chest before placing her hands back where they had been wanting her to have it – he didn’t deserve to wear the mask anymore… sobbing he gently touched her cheek shaking as Leonardo came closer wrapping an arm around his little brother watching him breaking down for the first time in over a week

He leaned in placing his head on hers willing her to open her eyes but when it didn’t change what he was seeing he moved pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead closing his golden eyes hoping she knew just how sorry he was

“Raphie – can you hear me…?”

When he pulled back he was looking at a fresh grave piled with fresh flowers, in his hands was a bouquet of fresh red wild flowers he could remember the teenager picking every time they had gone to the cabin; her favorites as he had recalled to mind yet he couldn’t for the life of him think of the name

But remembered the look on the teen’s face when he had given her some months ago

He gently placed them at the end of the grave walking over slowly to sit next to her not wanting to leave her there alone – he had done that once and it wasn’t going to happen again… he would never leave her side

“Raph”

He looked away for a second before he was standing against the tree looking over the unkempt grave still not believing it had been five months since they had been there last, he cleared the weeds from around her resting place until it was back to the way she deserved moving a few rocks to border her making it look beautiful

“Raphael – hey – Raph I know you can hear me”

He had just finished fixing her place when he heard a sweet voice calling out to him but he refused to turn around… after this long he knew she wasn’t really there reaching into his belt pulling out a knife scrapping the bark off the tree she was a few feet from feeling the pain in his chest as he carved into the wood only stepping back to look at his work before the pain in his chest took over as he laid down next to her breathing in the cool air and sweet scent of the grass almost able to smell her perfume

The sun had long ago fell from the sky behind the trees but to him he hadn’t seen it in years, the light in his life had long disappeared, he didn’t move even when it got too cold for him to be outside feeling a warm blanket being laid over him but he didn’t move keeping a hand over where the dirt was still showing

“Raph – you can’t sleep out here bro… Come on April made dinner” he didn’t respond to his little brother letting the tears drip down his face as he curled in on himself crying silently until he had fallen asleep pulling the blanket over the grave to cover her up too – this was what he did whenever they managed to get up to the cabin

He stayed with the teen wanting Raven to know he was there knowing it made her happy to be near him… He was still there trying to keep her with him even though he knew she was somewhere better instead of laying in that cold wooden box

When he opened his eyes he was placing more flowers on her plot, he looked over the now grass covered lump seeing it no longer looked like she was buried there but he knew the love of his life was still laying in the wooden casket six feet below him like she had been for years talking softly to her not hearing the footsteps approaching from behind until a shadow was next to him

When he looked back he saw Leonardo who had changed in the ten years he hadn’t seen him but he never regretted his choice to stay in the mountains with the girl staying in the cabin that was only twenty feet behind him so he could spend his life with her

“So this is how you’re going to make it up to her… just staying up here and shutting out the world Hothead”

When he met his brother’s icy blue eyes he had to wonder how long it had really been, the blue banded turtle looked much older and worn out, he was sporting some new scars across his body and from the look of it was blind finding the white pupils that stared back at him instead of the cold blue he had missed as Donnie and Mikey appeared beside him - they almost looked the same older and more beat up

“After all she did was love you how did you show it back – by snapping her neck and leaving her to die on the cold floor?”

Donatello had a robotic arm and leg in place of the ones he had lost at some point, he wore his head gear instead of his thick glasses but the way he was shifting and looking around it wasn’t hard to see his mind had started to go “Murderer”

Michelangelo no longer looked like the happy go lucky turtle he could remember like it was yesterday, he now looked so different it wasn’t his youngest brother – he was more mature, one of his arms was missing from the elbow down, and like the others he was scarred up looking rough wearing a dark orange bandana like he had once “This won’t change what you did bro – she won’t ever forgive you”

He ignored their words before he was alone once more kneeling before the familiar spot seeing the once beautiful green grass around her grave had died leaving the area looking horrible - nothing like what the young woman’s grave had ever looked like while he was there caring for it

“I’m still here – I’m sorry Raphie…”

He gently pulled his sais from his belt looking over a few feet away seeing the other four graves each with its own head stone and an engraving on a tree marking where the rest of his family was now resting

He was the last – all of them were dead because of him

He had killed the woman he loved, Master Splinter had died when Shredder attacked the lair ten years after she died, Leonardo perished in the final battle with the foot, Donatello had passed away from old wounds a year after that, and Mikey had took his own life a week after they had buried the genius when he had come to stay with his older brother who had yet to leave the property in over thirty years

April and Casey had gotten married a five years after Raven’s death and had two kids but hadn’t come back to the cabin since the last time his whole family had been there together, he wasn’t too sure where they were but he never tried to reach out to either of them

He had nobody

He looked down at the familiar cool touch of his old weapon smiling as he took a deep breath moving to lay beside her like he had done every day since he had left his family in New York

“Guess this is it kid…”

What he would have done for a rewind button so he could go back to the day he had destroyed the small family and stop himself before he had hurt her - he didn’t feel the pain anymore, his heart hadn’t beat since the day they had buried Raven and yet he had kept living

He was still here and she wasn’t… he was still breathing while his family was with the teen in a better place that he wished was at his side

He dug the metal deep into his arm watching as the blood soaked the earth beneath it before doing the same to his other arm watching as his life left him “Raph” looking up slowly he could see Raven standing over him a small warm smile on her face, the longer he looked at her the more he was ready to be with her again realizing she hadn’t changed at all

“I miss you Raph” she kneeled down reaching a hand out for him as a small light shined brightly behind her. She was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life, her face was calm, her long black curls was pulled back into a messy bun with tiny ringlets framing her stunning features, and unlike the last time he had seen her she was wearing her normal attire

She looked just like he remembered her in life

Slowly he saw his Father standing right behind the young girl smiling at his son lovingly saying something he couldn’t catch, Leo walked up waving to him with that smug grin on his face he would have loved to have seen just once more in life, Donnie was there calling for him to hurry up before Mikey was at their sides grinning and pestering the fading turtle to come with them

He reached out for the girl as the life in his body faded seeing her take his hand right before the world went dark

“I love you Raphie”

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He sat up fast gasping for air when he stopped screaming unable to stop the trembling in his body as he looked around the room he was in before Donatello was at his side pushing him back down on the bed trying to calm him down “Take it easy there Raph, it’s okay just breath”

He slowly looked up at his brother seeing his Donnie standing next to him looking relieved as he tried to keep him from sitting back up

“D-Don” the purple banded turtle gave him a gentle smile patting his shoulder as he grabbed his head just noticing it was throbbing before Mikey was next to him giving him the biggest hug even though the other turtle told him not too, but as his baby brother started to pull away Raphael caught him in a bone crushing grip “Mikey – god it’s good to see ya little bro” hugging him back he refused to let go of the youngest turtle who seemed shocked by the sudden affection of his older brother but he didn’t care

“Y-You too Raph… you feeling okay?” he looked up at the youngest who was looking at him like he was crazy making the biggest turtle laugh hugging him once more letting him go after a second

“Yeah knucklehead… just feels like I haven’t seen ya in a decade-”

“Nice to have you back little brother” he looked over seeing the Leo he could remember before all of life fell apart moving closer patting his arm almost like he had back then before hugging him for just a second as Raphael kept a tight grip on his arm to keep him from moving too far away looked around finding himself in the needle room hooked up to several machines before his eyes drifted up looking at his brothers confused on what had happened

The last thing he remembered was being in his early fifties and looking up at the teenager as he died

His eyes slowly started to burn before tears were falling down his face as he tried to get up but was stopped by the other three “Whoa there hothead, look just rest for a bit longer we don’t need you hurting yourself again” he shattered laying back on his shell sobbing erratically taking everyone in the room by surprise seeing the usually stubborn and hardheaded turtle acting almost like Mikey when he was upset “Raph – hey what’s wrong? Are you hurting?”

He didn’t respond to Leo pulling the pillow over his face trying to choke the torrent of emotions down “R-Rave…” he wasn’t sure what had happened but the fact that he was in the lair only meant he was reliving this hell over again – he was going to live the whole thing over again

He had still killed Raven

“Raphael if you’re in pain we can give you something-” hearing Leo clearing his throat he barely felt the prick of a needle in his arm before his head started to feel weird only increasing the pain he kept feeling in his chest

“Where’s the kid… what didja do with ‘er? D-Did ya already bury ‘er?” the room fell silent around him as he shook pressing the pillow over his face hoping if he didn’t look at them they would just leave him alone with his sins

“Mikey I think you should – just go” Leo’s voice was low but he could still hear it, the tone had him swallowing another sob realizing this was it… the moment after he had taken her life when they were going to yell at him for losing his temper, for taking it out on her

“Uh yeah – I’ll do that…”

He listened to the way the others seemed to stay quiet, hearing his youngest brother leaving the room fast without another word before he moved the pillow seeing Donnie had moved back working on something, Leonardo pulled a chair closer sitting down next to him before he looked over as his older took his hand in a form of comfort keeping his face calm “I – I didn’t mean to… I never meant to hurt ‘er Leo – it was an accident-”

He silently cursed the drugs they had given him

“We know Raph… what’s the last thing you remember?” he thought about it for what started feeling like ages before his brother cleared his throat “What was the last thing you remember from when you hurt little sister?”

Another choked sob broke his throat as he held tight to his older brother “W-We were arguing… she kept pressing for me to tell ‘er what was eating me”

He hated himself, she was just trying to help him but letting him vent to her and he had taken it the wrong way losing his temper with her before he had hit her

“And then – she got to close… I didn’t even realize I had – I left ‘er there alone… s-she died alone and I never got to tell her-” his brother’s eyes cleared for a second as the biggest turtle struggled to put his sentence into words even harder to say what his true feelings were between the sobs as he met his brother’s eyes “It was ‘er that’s been bothering me… Leo I couldn’t tell ‘er because she’s the reason I can’t think or even get through the day without… I couldn’t-”

“You’re in love with her”

He turned his head away as hurried steps entered the room stopping fast just inside the door thinking it was his father that Mikey had gone to get “Y-Yeah”

Leonardo sighed beside him before scooting his chair back keeping a firm grasp on his little brother’s hand

“R-Raphie” he froze hearing the sweet angelic voice that had been haunting his mind before Mikey lifted the pillow off his head helping him lean up before he looked over seeing the small figure inching forward breathing fast as her hand went over her mouth “Y-You’re okay”

He couldn’t speak as Raven ran forward wrapping her arms around him laughing as she hugged him tightly not even realizing he was in shock as she held tight to his body “God I was so worried” she pulled back still smiling but tears were falling down her flushed cheeks as she looked him over suddenly her happy face fell as she searched his eyes seeing the tears that continued to drip down his face “Raphie – hey what’s wrong… y-you look like you just saw a ghost”

“Because I am kid” she shifted back wiping the streams of tears away before she was kissing over his face shushing him gently until his arms went around her waist clinging to her body in a unbreakable embrace as she leaned against his chest “Kid – ‘m… God ‘m so sorry”

She giggled placing a small kiss on his nose placing her forehead on his trying her hardest to stop the trembling that was floating through her limbs “Hey there’s nothing to be sorry for big guy… I’m just glad you’re okay”

He looked the teen over as she nuzzled her face into his chest still holding him before he lifted her face looking her over slowly stopping on her neck as the images flashed through his mind seeing her eyes look at him as his eyes lifted seeing her cheek was almost healed from a bruise

His fingers softly brushed over it meeting her eyes as she leaned into his grasp placing her hand over his “W-What the hell happened? I remember – I didn’t mean to kill… kid I didn’t-” she shook her head leaning in fast pressing her lips to his stopping him from finishing his sentence as she kissed him holding his face gently in her hands before she was pulling away

He felt like he took a deep breath for the first time looking at her as she hugged him again “I don’t know what happened or what you saw - but I’m here Raphie… I got you” he wanted to push her away thinking this was just part of the bad dream but the longer she held him the more he didn’t want to wake up

“He woke up thinking he killed you little sister”

Her eyes widened as he put his head down on her shoulder determined not to cry again before she was holding him tight “You didn’t hurt me Raphael” she didn’t let go as her words broke him, he couldn’t take it because everything in him knew it was a lie

“I-I snapped yer neck… kid I lost my temper and-”

“Raph look at me” she lifted his hands placing one on her face before the other was over her chest letting him feel the soft and quick beat of her heart under his fingers looking up at him as if praying he understood what she was trying to show him seeing his eyes clear for that split second “I’m okay; you just knocked me out when you grazed me… I bumped my head when I hit the table and when I came too ten minutes later you were gone”

Donnie moved closer checking his vitals as Raven continued to keep his attention “We found you floating at the bottom of one of the collection tanks, looked like you were running and just didn’t see the tunnel ended… you hit your head pretty hard luckily it looked like you caught yourself and you didn’t sink to the bottom before – Well, she’s the one that found you, me and the guys just hauled your ass out”

Michelangelo had chuckled at the comment from Donatello but it was easy to see he hadn’t found it funny, Leonardo patted his shoulder before waving the others out of the room to give Raph some time with the teen “You two should talk” his words went unanswered but were understood

The massive turtle slowly looked down at the teenager once the door was closed behind the rest of their family seeing she hadn’t taken her eyes off of him since she had gotten into the room before he even realized she was crying letting the tears fall down her cheeks freely “Kid?” he sat up slightly trying to wipe them all away hating the way she looked when the small rivers were streaking down her flushed cheeks “Don’t cry Rave – please don’t cry…”

She softly giggled pushing on his chest making him lay down but there was no joy in her eyes as she looked him over again gently touching his bare face again as if to be sure he was really there “Y-You scared me Raph… I thought – I thought I was going to lose you”

He gently brought her to him until he was able to wrap his arms around her holding tight to the smaller body as she leaned on him “I lost ya… because of my outburst – I lived my life without ya – then I lost everyone”

“You could never lose me Raphael – we aren’t going anywhere, you couldn’t survive without us to piss you off every day-” he froze as the teenager laughed under her breath as she leaned in wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him hard shaking in his grasp as she sobbed quietly clinging to his presence until he was returning the kiss caressing her gently as his lips moved over hers hating when she pulled away from him, he finally opened his eyes to look up at her when her hand was on his chest before her emerald orbs were on him again seeming pained “I-I love you… I love you so much”

He pulled her face up quickly smiling for what had to have been the first time in years holding her face in his hands feeling happy as soon as the teen was leaning into his grasp clinging tight to him like he was going to leave her again, he laid back drawing her to him until she was laying on his chest moving so she could hear the beating of his heart even if it was muffled by his plastron

He had her in his arms – he was never going to let go ever again for as long as he lived if he had anything to say about it clinging the teen when he felt her shift seeing the girl he had fallen for had passed out tightening his arms around her “Love ya too kid”

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt raphael #oc raven #death #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #bad dream

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Twelve Days of Christmas. On the Eighth Day of Christmas-

A/N: In which each day, Kagome gives Inuyasha a gift signed by his Secret Santa in hopes of bringing back his Christmas Spirit.

I got the idea from Hallmark as a prompt. Im just using the idea for the story, the only thing I kept the same from the movie is the newspaper and some of the S.S. notes, so don’t sue. I do not own Hallmark or Inuyasha and Co. So, enjoy! I’ll post a ficlet a day until December 25th. Enjoy everyone!

Last chapter I posted said chapter Eight, but I mistyped. It was chapter SEVEN and this is the real chapter EIGHT. I went back and changed it, but whatever. Anyway, this is a cliffy -YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- but I did it for a reason.

Anyway, to my main squeezes once more. This is for you.

@keichanz @mmhinman @inunanna @kagomeforever @akiza-hades-rose @purekagome @grapefruitwannabe @adorableears7

Day Eight December 19, 2016:

---IK---

The bedroom door creaked open as two different kinds of footsteps padded across the hardwood floor. The large bed positioned in the middle of the master bedroom, dipped as the invading parties jumped on the slumbering half-demon in the center. "Wake up!"

Inuyasha nearly had a heart attack as his golden orbs flew open. Gasping for breath and clutching his chest, he came face to face with his niece and his dog. As much as he wanted to say what he was really feeling, he took a deep breath before opening his mouth. "Rin, you scared the hell outta me. What are you doing here?"

Rin rolled her eyes and giggled. "Daddy and mommy are down stairs making breakfast and I was told to come wake ya up!" Bang barked happily next to his owner.

Groaning, Inuyasha threw the duvet off, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He pulled on a tee-shirt to go with his sweats before he made his way back to Rin. "Come on squirt." He bent down and let the giddy little girl jump on his back as she rode piggy-back down the stairs.

Inuyasha turned the corner to his kitchen, Bang hot on his heels, and placed Rin on a bar stool. "What the hell are y'all doin' here so early on a Monday? I have things to do before I go into work."

Kagura smirked, placing a bowl of dog food on the floor for Bang, whom ran as fast as he could to gobble it up. "We know what you have planned. I wish you would just ask her out and stop pussy-footing around."

Inuyasha cut his eyes at her and growled. "Mind your own, wind wit-." When a large hand made contact with the back of his head, Inuyasha squeaked and turned to see his brother leaning against the counter.

"What your tone, little brother. I'd hate to kill you so close to Christmas." Rin made an audible gasp at her father. He cut his golden eyes to her. "Oh fine. I hate to maim you so close to Christmas."

"That ain't much better, daddy."

The daiyoukai shrugged. "To answer your crude question, Kagura has some things to do in town today and since Rin is out of school for the holidays, she is tagging along to do some shopping."

"I closed the shop up today so I could get everything we need for Christmas day. Besides, since this year your heart seems to have grown three sizes, -thanks to a one Miss. Kagome Higurashi-, you'll be spending Christmas with us. We came by to see how you're doing is all."

Inuyasha snarled and flopped down on a bar stool next to Rin. "I don't get why you didn't cook breakfast at your own home."

Kagura's crimson gaze lifted from the bowl of pancake mix and settled on his face and unruly hair. "Well, would you like for me to take my famous pancake batter and leave?" His ears rotated in her direction.

Inuyasha gulped. "Um- no. No, you, Rin and the pancakes can stay, but can he leave?" A clawed thumb was tossed up in Sesshomaru's direction.

Kagura laughed. "So plans for today? I know with who, but what are you two going to do?"

"I haven't made it to get my parcel yet, but its-"

"Right here." Sesshomaru slid the familiar brown package across the counter. "I stopped by to sign some paperwork this morning and Sango met me at the front door. Said to give you this and it would save her a trip out here."

"Thanks." Inuyasha mumbled.

Finishing the last of the pancakes in the skillet, the wind sorceress wiped her hands on the red apron she sported and leaned against the counter on her forearms. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Open it stupid." The words held no venom or hate as she slid the package to her brother-in-law.

Sighing at the three sets of eyes on him, Inuyasha took the package and ripped it open. A red, glossy box met their stares and on the lid was an old-timey movie reel with a box of popcorn decorated with white, black, yellow and red stock paper. He removed the lid and out fell the note. Rin picked it up and smiled. Inside the box was a string of popcorn.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas,

My Secret Santa gave to thee;

The colors of Christmas,

Are oh so Bright.

But nothing beats,

The black and white.

Merry Christmas, your Secret Santa.

"That's clever." Sesshomaru mused. "A traditional black and white movie. I don't think I would have ever thought of that."

"That's because you're an ignoramus." Inuyasha mumbled. Once again a large hand made contact with the back of his head. "Stop doing that!" He growled. The oldest Tashio merely crossed his arms with an eye roll.

Flipping four large pancakes on a plate, Kagura slid it to Inuyasha with a smile. "I take it you're going to invite Kagome?"

"Yeah." No one missed the faint blush that spread across his nose.

Snatching the plate from her Uncle with a smirk, she lifted the canister of syrup. "So, any idea who the real S.S is, Uncle Ash?" Rin asked, pouring a glob of thick, sugary goodness on her pancakes.

"Those were mine!" He whined before Kagura slid another plate to him. He gathered it up and scooted down a seat from his niece. Sticking his tongue out, he poured some syrup on his stack and took a large bite out of the side. "No."

"No?" Rin sighed. "It's romantic right?" The females smiled dreamily as the men rolled their eyes.

"Inuyasha, do you plan to watch this movie tonight?"

Around another mouthful, -which was too much for a human to consume at once- Inuyasha nodded. "Ye'h. W'y?"

"Because tonight is the new moon." The fork clattered against the plate. "I take that as you forgot all about it."

"Ugh! I hate this time of the month. Geeze, it's like having a damn period."

Kagura snorted. "Yeah right. Menstrual cycles are ten times worse than loosing your demonic side for one night. Ours last five to seven days and we actual bleed out of our-"

"AH! Shuddup! Shut the hell up!" Inuyasha shouted as he pinned his ears back. "I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Does Kagome know about it?"

"I guess she'll find out tonight." Inuyasha scarfed down his breakfast and made a beeline for his room. He needed to get out of his house before blood was really shed and no, not the female kind. He shuddered at the thought.

---IK---

Kikyou giggled as Suikotsu kissed her neck as she made omlets for the three of them. "Stop, before Kagome walks in here." Her fiancee smiled against her smooth skin, but the assault did not waver.

"Too late." Kagome gagged as she covered her eyes with a delicate hand. "Get a room."

"I would love to, if your sister would put down the spatula."

Another round of mock gagging noises ensued. "Grosssss."

"Oh shuddup you. If it was Inuyasha you'd be all giddy." Kikyou placed three omlets on three different plates with a side of coffee. "See, that bright, red flush speaks volumes."

Kagome was indeed quite red at the mention of Inuyasha. "Whatever." She took a plate and a cup of coffee. "Anyway, 'Kotsu, are you planning on keeping the house you own in Harperville or are you going to finally move around here? It's a pain to drive an hour just to see you."

"I was thinking the exact same thing. Finish y'all's breakfast. I have a surprise." He wiggled his brows as he took a bite of his omlet and groaned. "Oh gods, Kiki, this is fantastic." He took another big bite.

"Pace yourself." The twins warned.

As soon as the food was eaten, the coffee was drank and the table cleared, the three made their way out the door. "So what's the surprise?"

"Kags, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

She huffed and puffed out her cheeks. "Meanie."

Kikyou laughed and wrapped her arms around Suikotu's for warmth. "I'm excited!" With a laugh from the man beside her, he bent down and kissed her temple.

Across town near Hilltop, where Inuyasha and Kagome had their fifth day together, black, iron fencing with a large gate, surrounded a beautiful two story, New England-style colonial house. The exterior was white clapboard with dark, gray shutters and front door. The roof was steep-slanted with three triangular, casement windows and narrow eaves. The best feature was the covered, front porch that extended form one end of the house to the other with white pillars and rails. Kikyou and Kagome stared far longer than Suikotsu thought they would as he leaned over to close both of their gaping mouths.

"Well?"

"It's beautiful!" Kagome exclaimed as she leaned against the fence. "I didn't know they remodeled it!"

"Last month they finished. You never noticed?" He asked and all she did was shake her head with stars in her eyes.

Clearing her throat, Kikyou looked up at him. "What are you trying to say by showing us this? Because I know you."

Kagome looked back at the two of them. "Who lives here now?"

Kikyou turned back to the house. "I don-" The sound of jangling keys cut her off.

"You and I do, or we will after the wedding." He placed the keys in her palm.

Tears gathered in her brown orbs as she stared at her hand, her twin's squeals in the background fell on her deaf ears. Kikyou looked up. "Are you serious? Don't mess with me because this is like, the greatest gift ever and if you're pulling my leg, so help me 'Kot-" He bent down, embraced her tightly and planted his lips firmly against hers. Kikyou gasped then kissed back with equal fever.

Kagome pulled out her cell with a quiet awe, and snapped a couple of photos. Kikyou would want to add this to her best-things-to-ever-happen-to-me box. When they pulled apart, tears were falling down her sister's cheeks and both their faces were deep red. When he confirmed that it was indeed their home, Kagome laughed. "Let's go check it out!"

---IK---

It was nearing six o'clock when Kagome was making her way back the Gazette. Inuyasha had sent her a text earlier in the day to ask her to meet him there that night so he could share his latest gift with her. Of course she already knew what it was, but she didn't know what movie it was going to be or where. As soon as the large, brick building came into view, so did a head of black hair and deep brown eyes. Kagome was taken back as she slowed her pace. Who is that? In her defense, he was handsome, very handsome, but nothing compared to Inuyasha.

Kagome hesitated before nearing the door. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm waiting on a beautiful woman to accompany me to a movie. You wouldn't happen to be free would you?" That voice was just so familiar.

Pervert much? Her cheeks flushed as she turned away. "Well- that's great and all, but I actually have a date with someone else, so if you would ex-"

"Kagome, it's me. I'm Inuyasha."

Her heart skipped a beat as she turned around to face him. "Inu- what the crap? You're human?!"

He laughed. "Yeah. I'm half-demon remember? I turn human on the night of the new moon." He gestured up to the sky and she followed his now blunt finger up to the moonless sky. Yup, no moon in sight.

"Oh, I feel stupid. I read that before in one of my grandfather's old books. I can't believe I never even asked. You know I knew your voice sounded familiar."

Inuyasha leaned close to her. "It's nice to know you'd turn down a good-looking stranger for my half-demonic self." His breath fanned against her cold cheeks.

"Yea- wait, who said anything about good-looking?!" She stuttered.

He only laughed and pulled her into his side. "Come on. I have a movie picked out, since my latest gift was to watch a black and white movie with popcorn!"

"Really? That's really cool! I love black and white movies! What did you pick?"

"A classic. A Christmas Carol from 1951. I also have a large box of buttered popcorn. You in?"

"I am so in!" She was getting excited. "Where will we be watching this movie?"

"My house of course. Come on, wench." His brown eyes sparkled in the street lights and Kagome's heart melted once more.

Tucked into his side, Kagome snuggled in a little bit deeper as he guided them to his home. This was a great idea. He seems so much more Christmas-y. She tried to hold in her giggles.

Inuyasha was holding her a bit to tightly, but he blamed the cold, snowy weather. After all, wasn’t he supposed to keep her warm? As they neared his house, -which was now decorated with a ton of christmas lights around the edges of the roof and windows- his only hope was that his family was gone. They ascended the stairs and before they walked in, Inuyasha turned her to him and smiled.

Kagome was about to ask about the delay, until she looked up and noticed a bundle of mistletoe dangling from a red ribbon above the doorway.

"My niece and sister-in-law decorated the house today, including the outside."

Kagome grinned. "Oh really? Well, then I guess we shouldn't waste all their hard work then." She fisted his red scarf and brought him down to her level. As her pink lips pressed against his, he only wished he could smell her scent that usually engulfed him at a time like this. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Her tongue danced with his as they explored the other's moist cavern. Hands moved from body to hair in a matter of seconds and soon the kiss was no longer gentle, but full of raw passion and hunger.

When air became to much, they parted. Inuyasha cursed his human side in that moment when he could no longer hold his breath as long. His eyes focused on her delicate face, swollen lips and her pink tongue that slid along her bottom lip before disappearing back inside. "That was amazing." She whispered.

Inuyasha nodded as he wiped a stray snowflake from her reddened cheek. "It was, but let's get inside, you're freezing."

They shared the same hundred-mega-watt-smile as they crossed the threshold and closed the door with a soft click.

---To Be Continued---

Until tomorrow my loves. Check back and see what day nine has in store for our favorite couple!

#cliff hanger #@i'm sorry but not sorry #it all happens for a reason #inukag #inuyasha #kagome #12DOC #i will go down with these ships

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