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The Number One Rule. Chapter 5.

Series Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)

Word Count: 3400+

A/N: A short little backstory for you all.

Chapter Five:

Steve understood that his sister was done for the day. Socializing while running on little energy and being on a whole other schedule could easily drain a person.

However, when he asked about Brock, Bucky decided to not worry him more than he needed to. He already had been anxious about the party and the women in his life being overwhelmed, he didn’t need to add another thing to his plate. That plus, Steve wouldn't hold back if Bucky did what Y/N had done for him. He would have continued on his path of murdering the disgusting excuse of a man.

Bucky still went to check on her before he and Steve left after cleaning up. He knocked on the door a few times gently and softly spoke her name, but never got a response. She was probably asleep, he had told himself.

He still took the extra measure and texted Beck to check in with her. He updated her about the unwanted guest, and considering she knew more about that situation than him, she would be the one to comfort Y/N.

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6 years ago.

Y/N was in the middle of sophomore year in high school, and Bucky and Steve were both halfway through their senior year.

She had been in the student council planning room going through pictures and putting them together in groups for the slideshow they would have at the end of their senior year.

One of her friends, Dot, who happened to be Bucky’s longtime girlfriend, was helping her out. She was a senior and held the same position for her class.

“Oh, God. Is that Scott Lang? Did he actually paint his whole body red for the football game?” Dot chuckled pointing.

“Don’t ask me why because I don’t understand that kid at all,” Y/N laughed.

They heard the door open and looked up not expecting anyone. In strutted Brock Rumlow. Co-captain of the football team and the school’s well-known player.

Dot didn’t care for the man after hearing stuff from Bucky.

See, Steve and Bucky were on the baseball team, and not that the football and baseball team hated each other, it was more so all the athletics group knew the dirt on all the other sports in the school. So they knew Brock was nothing but trash and treated girls as if they were just tally marks to scratch off.

They had tried to warn the younger Roger about it but she rolled her eyes and played the stubborn, “I’ll decide what's good for me,” card. That didn’t stop them from interfering anytime they saw the two together.

“What are you doing in here Brock?” Dot said with a tone that showed disinterest. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Bathroom break,” he winked, holding up the pass in his hand.

Another thing about Brock. He was the charming bad boy that was a smooth talker with all the girls. No matter his reputation with most of the guys in the school, he was able to hypnotize the young ladies into thinking he was a perfect gentleman, with a hint of rebellion.

Ok, more than a hint... Which is what hooked them. And he happened to have his eyes on the same girl for the past year. Y/N Rogers. The one he couldn’t seem to get.

“It’s fine, Dotty. He can come in,” she smiled.

She had to confess. Though she had yet to give in to his charm, she had taken a liking to all the flirting and attention the upperclassman was giving her. She was a sophomore with a senior chasing after her. Everyone in her grade or below her envied that kind of reputation.

“Y/N,” Dot started in a warning tone.

“I just wanted to drop in and say hi,” Brock said, coming up and cutting off the redhead. “How’s it going Y/N/N?”

“Uh, good. We’re just working on some things for the senior slideshow,” she blushed, looking down at her work before back to him.

“Ah, well you have some time before your own. It’s crazy to think mine will be next semester,” he said, flirting as he came closer. “Listen, I know I’ve asked a thousand times before, but what do you say to a movie date this Friday?”

“Well, um,” Y/N started.

“She can't. She'll be out of town,” Dot spoke up.

Brock sent her older friend a glare for meddling in their affairs but turned back to Y/N hoping that his signature look which had always worked in the past, would work now.

“She’s not wrong. I’m going out of town to visit my grandparents,” she nodded. “But!” Dot shot her a look. She didn’t pay any mind to her though. She was too worried about the boy in front of her. “I can next Friday,” she smiled.

“Perfect,” Brock grinned. “It’s a date. I gotta head back to class, but I’ll call you and work out the details.”

“Ok, sounds good,” Y/N gushed while watching him walk out. Just before leaving the room, he winked making her chest flutter.

“Y/N, your brother is going to kill you,” Dot sighed running a hand down her face. “Buck will be next in line.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Why did they have any control over her choices and how she spent her time?

“So? They’re not me. They don’t get a say,” she huffed annoyed, and went back to the task at hand. “Besides, they don’t know what this means. The fact an upperclassman is interested in me, a sophomore? It’s insane.”

“But why that upperclassman? I’m sure if you waited around a little more, you would catch a far more decent one. You’re a sweet girl, Y/N. That and beautiful, smart, and mature for your age. You don’t have to settle.”

“I’m not settling, ok? I like him and I want to get to know him. Is that so hard to understand,” she groaned. As the conversation went on, Dot could see her annoyance growing. “I get Steve and Bucky don’t like him, but they don’t like a lot of things I do. I shouldn’t have to go through them every time I make a decision in my high school career.”

“I’m not saying that. I’m saying they know more about him than you do. He’s a douche. He means more harm than good…”

“He’s been nothing but nice to me,” she said matter-of-factly. She turned back to the pictures reorganizing them and writing notes on them.

“That’s the act almost all immature, playboy, and douchebag boys do to take advantage of the sweet young innocent girl. Come on, you have to know better than that,” Dot pleated.

The bell rang making them both look up at the clock.

“Don’t you have history right now? You should go before you get tardy,” Y/N moved on. “Plus, I’m sure Bucky will be waiting for you in the hall soon.”

Dot let out a sigh realizing her stubborn ass wasn’t going to listen.

“Don’t say I didn’t tell you so,” she sighed moving to the door.

Before she could leave, Y/N stopped her. “Don’t tell Steve. Or Bucky.” Dot sent her a look. One filled with worry and hesitance. “Please. I’ll tell them when I’m ready. But it’s my right to tell them.”

Dot paused but eventually nodded. “Ok.”

And boy did Y/N wish her hardheaded, younger self would have listened.

This was just the start of the many mistakes she made trusting Rumlow.

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A week had passed since Y/N’s return home. Steve and Bucky hadn’t seen her since the party, having to go back to work, but Bucky did get an update from his sister the day after.

Becca: We Facetimed for a few hours. It just brought up some really shitty memories she didn’t care to run back into. She had a good vent session though and is feeling a lot better:)

Bucky: Thanks, sis. She seemed extremely upset and I didn’t want her to be alone.

Becca: Of course. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll talk to you later, ok?

Bucky: Got it. Love you.

Becca: Love you too <3

Present day:

Breaking Bucky out of his daydream at his desk, Steve gave a single slap to his back.

“Wake up, Bud. You’re clocked in. Last I checked the government doesn’t pay us to daydream,” Steve spoke loudly, moving in to sit on the edge of his friend's desk.

After high school, the two were stationed across seas for a few years. After saving a whole battalion that was thought to have been captured and killed, they were given a medal and honored by the government for their brave act. That’s a whole long story in itself, but in the end, they were offered higher ranks in the military where they were.

Steve however asked to come home considering his father’s passing. He didn’t want his mom to suffer through that without him. He went to college and graduated early from Quantico becoming a part of the FBI.

Bucky stayed a few more years overseas, one of the reasons he wasn’t here when Y/N came home, but when he came back, they granted him a different spot at the same branch with Steve. Though they were specialized in different areas, they still worked side by side.

That would also be how they met Sam. Steve met Sam at this job while Bucky was still overseas, and became close with him. Later introducing the two and all three moving in together.

For now at least... It was temporary is what Steve said, but the months were starting to feel never-ending for Bucky.

“You know, with the amount of time we spend together, I don’t know how I can still handle you,” Bucky groaned, running a hand down his face.

“You’ve been practicing your whole life,” he laughed back. “But listen, Mom wants me to stop by and fix something with the sink. I guess the garbage disposal stopped working all of a sudden. Since we drove together today, I’m giving you the option for an out.”

“That being?”

“You can head home with Sam, or come with me to my mom’s house for a little before I head back home,” Steve offered.

It wasn’t much of an argument though.

He wanted to check in with Y/N since the party, even if it was discreetly, and he didn’t care to carpool with Sam who had been hopped up on caffeine today. That or cocaine. He couldn’t tell the difference.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” Bucky nodded.

“Cool. Ok, I’m going to grab a few things from my desk and I’ll meet you at the front in five minutes. Sound good?”

Bucky shot him a thumbs up as he moved to grab his own things.

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They made their way to the Roger’s home and once pulled up, Bucky turned to Steve.

“Be honest. How long do you think this is going to be?” Bucky asked.

“Well, we have two ways this can go…” Steve unbuckled and sat back looking at the front door. “One, it’s a quick fix, I fix it or you, and we leave right after. Or two.”

“She makes us stay for dinner and this just so happened to be a perfect excuse to feed us,” Bucky finished off.

“Bingo. You ok with either?” Steve asked. “You don’t have anywhere to be?”

“Only at home going over these files with a beer in hand. So basically what I can do here,” Bucky shrugged, grabbing his bag.

“Good, because I have a feeling we’re going to get option two,” Steve nodded, moving to open the door.

Bucky chuckled as they both got out and headed up the stairs.

“Hey, Ma! I brought Bucky!” Steve shouted once he walked in.

“In the kitchen, dear!”

They followed the voice, and with it, the smell of a home-cooked meal in the making.

“Hello sweethearts,” she smiled putting her spatula down and moving to press a kiss to both the men’s cheeks. “I went out to the shed and grabbed the tool kit. I don’t know what happened, but I went to turn it on and it started making weird sounds. Like I left a spoon down there or something, but I checked and didn’t see anything.”

“Got it,” Steve nodded, putting his belongings on the kitchen counter and moving to the sink. “If I can’t fix it, I’m sure Bucky can. He’s better at the mechanic stuff anyway.”

“Thank you two again. Are you both staying for dinner?” Sarah asked. The simper she had on her face as she looked down at the pasta she was cooking showed she had the trap before they even walked in.

Bucky and Steve shared a look before chuckling.

“Of course, Sarah. Can’t turn down a home-cooked meal,” Buck said sweetly, sitting down at the table and pulling out some case files. “It’s better than the takeout and cold leftovers we’ve had all week from working late.”

“Oh, you boys! You know you can come over here anytime for food. I’m more than happy to make something up,” she scolded.

“It’s fine, ma. We’re still eating,” Steve groaned laying on his back as he squatted under the sink. “Where’s Y/N? Is she home?”

Bucky was thinking the same thing, but instead of asking, he had been making glances at the living room to see if she would pass by or randomly appear.

“Yeah, she had coffee with a friend earlier, but she just got back in,” Sarah explained as she chopped some sundried tomatoes.

Not even two seconds later, Y/N walked in with a phone to her cheek and her eyes diverted to what looked like a planner in her hands. She had on a cropped tank top, some old sweats, and a sweater cardigan that was falling off her shoulder. A messy braid with her wild waves was laying on her shoulder to finish off the comfortable look.

Bucky honestly wasn’t used to this look. Back in high school, and most of her life, she had always tried to look presentable. She almost always had her hair done, some type of makeup on her face, and clothes never as laid back as this. Even on sleepover nights with Beck, she would have to match pj tops and bottoms in a crisp satin.

This look? This look was nice. She looked like a whole other person but in a good way. A way that showed she was comfortable in her skin and was ok with a homey look. College made her a lot more laid back from what Bucky was picking up.

She didn’t even notice the guys in the room as she walked to the fridge, writing something in her planner, and pulling out a jug of orange juice as she held the phone between her cheek and shoulder.

“No, no, that sounds perfect,” she said in a cheery tone. “Thursday, 8:30 in the morning sounds great… Ok… Of course… No, thank you, Jenny,” she turned, pouring a glass, putting her planner to the side, and grabbing her phone again with her hand. “Absolutely. I’ll see you then.” And with that, she smiled big and hung up the phone.

Looking up, she wasn’t at all phased by the guest and went to drink the juice.

“Care to let us in on your little phone call there?” Sarah spoke up for the crew. “Sounded promising for whatever it was.”

“I got an interview,” Y/N said happily and with a little jump in her spot. She walked past Steve who had come out from under the cabinet when he heard her, and was now going back under. She gave him a tap on the knee and said a mumbled, “Hey, dude.”

“Interview for what?” Sarah continued. The sounds of excitement were in her tone as well.

“The museum downtown. They’re looking for a researcher on a new project that came up, and I had put in my resume back in London a few weeks before I headed back.” She walked over, hopped on top of the counter, and sat down to watch her mom cook while she swung her legs at the height. “They said with my background in travel around Italy and some of the studying I did there, they want me to help with their new exhibit they’re bringing in.”

“I thought you studied in London. Italy is kinda far, isn’t it?” Bucky spoke up for the first time.

She looked over at him and that goofy grin of hers that was still radiating excitement, made his smile form.

“My host family was in London, so yes I spent the majority of my time there. But my scholarship covered travel to study in and around Italy throughout those years. It’s a 2 to 3 hours flight depending on where we went,” she explained, jumping down and going to sit in the chair next to him.

“What did you major in again?” he said, grabbing a file and acting to be interested in it even if all his attention was 100% on her.

“Well, Liberal Arts and humanities with an interest in History, and a second bachelor in mythology and art,” she answered propping her feet on his leg that he had poked out from under the table.

He looked down at the motion. Something she would have done back in the day, and something that shouldn’t phase him, but it did anyway. His younger self would have knocked her feet down and rolled his eyes. But the simple physical touch felt more intimate than that.

He cleared his throat, turning to focus more on the files again. “You did 2 degrees in 4 years?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered.

“Buck, don’t know if you remember, but the little sis was, and is, a prodigal genius,” Steve peeked out with a laugh.

“Oh, hard to forget when she throws a new fact in your face every two seconds.” He relaxed some, tapping her foot with a pen before writing nonsense on the papers. “Speaking of, I don’t think I’ve heard one since you’ve been home,” he said looking at her from the corner of his eye.

She was watching and leaned back relaxing more into her seat.

“Get this,” she started. Both Steve and Bucky gave each other a glance hearing the signature start to her rants that held those random facts.

“Turkeys were once worshiped as Gods. In 300 B.C., the Mayans saw the big birds as vessels for the Gods. And because of that, they were domesticated to have roles in religious rituals.”

“Where the hell do you get those from?” Steve asked dumbfounded.

“Language,” Sarah hushed.

“Sorry,” Steve mumbled going back to work.

“Seriously, it’s the weirdest stuff sometimes,” Bucky added.

“Crazy little thing called books,” she stood ruffling Bucky’s hair. “Also, Buck, when did you decide to cut off that glorious mane of yours? I haven’t seen you without shoulder length hair since elementary school.”

He went to fix the disheveled mess on his head and looked up at her as she refilled her drink.

“Got in the way at work. Can’t catch bad guys when you’re constantly brushing hair out of your face,” he explained.

“Well, it looks good. Not that the long hair didn’t suit you, but it looks professional. I like it,” she said nonchalantly while taking a drink.

Before Bucky could even have a second to react to the compliment, she was moving back to the doorway.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you guys later!” she shouted.

Sarah stopped her before she could fully leave the room.

“What? Where are you going? I’m about to have dinner ready in like 15 minutes,” she said, waving an arm.

“Meeting up with Beck for a girl's night. We planned it out the other day. I told you about it,” she explained hanging onto the wall of the threshold.

“Oh, I forgot. Well, ok. I’ll have leftovers for you tomorrow then,” Sarah nodded.

“That is if we don’t eat it all,” Steve mumbled.

Y/N ran back in kissing her on the cheek, and Steve stood up having finished the sink. She gave him a quick pat on the shoulder while yelling, “Love you guys! I’ll see you later,” and jogging out of the room.

“You know, she’s been home for a week, but I’ve barely seen her,” Sarah said, with a dramatic sigh.

“Not true! We’ve had movie night every night but one!” Y/N shouted from the stairwell. The sound of her feet thumped as she continued her trek up.

Bucky chuckled under his breath looking back at Sarah.

“Ok, fine. I see her at night, but during the day she disappears,” she rolled her eyes going back to the stove.

Bucky looked back to the doorway she ran through and shook his head.

Damn his sister for stealing her for the night.

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In My Dreams (Will You Remember Me?)

Flower Husbands Fic - Chapter Eight - Stay a While, Stay a While

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“Aeor give me guidance.” Scott prays, kneeling in the back parlor. “Because if you give me strength, Rivendell will lose her allies to my hand.”

Scott leans back on his heels, fighting not to push his head into his hands. “I know you chose me, as your champion and the king of Rivendell, but we have been allied with idiots.” Scott grumbles. “And they want to attack Jimmy for being your champion, so I’m pleading with you for guidance.”

Scott sits in silence as dawn breaks over the mountains, listening to the serenity that the break of dawn brings.

Or what is supposed to be the serenity of the break of dawn, because one of his guards is fighting with someone. Not a physical fight, from the sounds of it, but a verbal one. Scott stands from his position on the floor, leaving an apple under the golden deer that he parents claimed represented Aoer as an offering. Scott adjusts his cape, putting his crown on his head, ready to aid his guards in getting rid of whatever disgruntled merchant decided to go straight to his house instead of his council to air their grievances.

“You cannot demand council with our ruler, even Rivendell’s closest allies cannot do that.” She snaps, and Scott shivers. Eloise is always harsh, preferring to terrify potential threats away than calm them. Though, its not often that she has to bring up their allies to send merchants down the hill, towards town.

Scott opens the door, ready to call Eloise off, when he sees him.

Jimmy stands in the doorway, nervously holding his hands in the air. He wears the stupid codfather head, but he also glows in the light of the early morning golden hour. The snow glitters around, and the fish hybrid shivers in the wind, but Scott can’t help but to blink. It’s too early to form thoughts about this.

Aoer he’s got it bad for this man.

“Stand down, Eloise.” Scott says, finally find his voice, though its stuck in his throat and he’s not going to be able to speak to Jimmy in private if he’s asked to. “He’s a guest here.”

“Of course, your highness.” Eloise says, lifting her hand from her sword. “Shall I escort him to your office?”

“There’s no need, we’ll be in the front parlor.” Scott smiles, and Eloise glares at him for a split second before she steps aside.

“Enter, Codfather.” She says, her voice saccharine.

“Uh, thank you?” Jimmy says, walking into Scott’s home. Eloise rolls her eyes, shutting the doors behind him.

“I’m sorry about her.” Scott says. “She’s at the end of her shift. I assume your night guards are like her?”

“Um, sure.” Jimmy says. “They’re certainly something.”

“If they’re rude to you, you ought to fire them.” Scott says, but Jimmy doesn’t seem to be listening to him.

“It’s beautiful in here.” Jimmy’s voice is barely audible, a breath on the wind, but Scott’s filled with pride anyway.

Jimmy looks over the intricate carvings on the archways, the gilded railings that lead to the higher levels. The codfather runs his hands reverently over the embroidered tablecloths, as though nothing in his home is worth even the silver stitchwork. It fills Scott with a subtle pride, though his house doesn’t look lived in - what with the maids and cleaners ensuring that nothing is ever out of place, that dust never settles on the rafters, let alone the tables - Jimmy now knows that Scott could afford to take care of him, to give him a life that's more than comfortable.

“What’s this?” Jimmy asks, and Scott walks towards his potential partner. “It’s beautiful.”

The golden statue of Aeor rests on the mantle, glittering in the light. Jimmy holds onto his clothes, as though he doesn’t want to touch it. Scott fights back a soft smile at the gesture, its kind of the man to do, even if unnecessary. Aoer would not care if one of his statues was touched, even if it were touched by someone who knows not of the god.

“It’s a statue my parents gave me” Scott says. “It’s supposed to keep me and my loved ones safe while I’m at home.”

“This is your house?” Jimmy gawks. “These two rooms are as large as my entire house.”

Scott winces, turning to avoid offending Jimmy. Why would the founder of an empire live in a hut? Sausage and Fwip built their castles outside of the town that they were given to rule over, why didn’t Jimmy build himself a castle, something fit for someone his stature.

Jimmy deserves better.

“It is my house.” Scott admits. “I built it myself, when my parents told me that I was their heir.”

“Did they?” Jimmy asks, something sad infecting his tone. “That must be nice, your design skills are impeccable.”

Scott flushes a deep crimson, blinking a few times as Jimmy giggles. That damned giggle, that mad Scott stumble over his feet as they danced during the ball, the one that makes the words solidify in his throat, that he can’t get a single syllable out. He can’t even think, just focusing on that giggle.

“Do people not compliment your builds often?” Jimmy asks, cocking his head to the side, and Scott catches a glimpse of Jimmy’s eyes.

Ocean blue, and full of mischief.

“Not to my face.” Scott lies, not wanting to vocalise the words that fight to escape his throat. “Can I ask why you’ve come over? I’m fine with this being a social visit, of course, but we’ve never exactly had those.”

“I wanted to apologise for the ball.” Jimmy says, so quietly that Scott’s heart shatters.

“You have nothing to apologise for.” Scott says, softly, ever so softly. He needs to reassure Jimmy. No one should sound that upset with themselves over a party that they didn’t even ruin. “You made my night, it was nice to dance with you.”

“I promise that I would see you soon, after that dance.” Jimmy says. “And I didn’t. I’m sorry, King of Rivendell, please accept this gift as an apology, even if you do not accept the apology.”

And Jimmy offers him a flowering blue orchid, growing in a small, hand painted pot. It’s a strong plant, the soil is wet and the flowers bright. The pot has green paint around the borders, and a silver ribbon is wrapped around the pot, tied in a neat bow.

“It’s beautiful.” Scott says, carefully taking it from Jimmy. “How do I care for it?”

“Strong light, high humidity, periods of dry soil altered with periods of heavy watering and airflow around the roots.” Jimmy says, and Scott can hear the smile in his voice. “I’m sure you’ll be able to care for it well.”

“What if I kill it?”

“Then I’ll bring you a new one.” Jimmy offers, watching as Scott carefully puts it on one of his tables. Scott watches the cod hybrid rub his arms, as though he was cold, but its rather warm in Scott’s home - kept a perfect temperature for everyone, so why would Jimmy be cold?

“You alright?” Scott asks, looking at Jimmy. “You’re rubbing your arms.”

“It’s a bit cold in here.” Jimmy sounds embarrassed, and Scott watches as he nervously shifts his balance. “It’s alright though, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re from the swamp.” Scott realises aloud. “Take my cloak, as recognition of my forgiveness.”

Scott takes his cloak off, handing it to Jimmy. Jimmy holds it as though its made of the most precious material, running his fingers over the stitching in a way that screams reverence. As though this cloak means something else, something more to Jimmy.

Scott didn’t just intrude on some Cod Empire custom, did he?

“I can’t accept this.” Jimmy says, pushing the cloak back into Scott’s hands. “It’s too good for you to hand away. I’ll be alright, keep your cloak.”

Scott frowns for a moment, the cloak in his hands. Jimmy is a guest, not even an elf who could adapt to the cold quickly, and he’s a cod hybrid. He needs the warmth, he’ll get sick rather quickly if he doesn’t accept the cloak. Then Lizzie would kill Scott, and take back her blessing. Not only that, but it could take months for Jimmy to heal. So Scott needs to improvise.

Without thinking, Scott wraps his cloak around Jimmy’s shoulders, pulling the other man close to him as he does the top button up, taking care to ensure that he doesn’t damage the silk thread that keeps the button on. He can hear Jimmy’s breathing hitch as he does, and Scott looks down into the man's eyes, watching as something unreadable passes through them.

“Now you’ll remain warm.” Scott says, slightly breathless as he steps back.

Jimmy looks up at Scott, and pulls the cloak closer around his shoulders. The cod hybrid steals Scott’s breath away, even though Scott can’t see his face. The cloak pools at the floor around Jimmy’s feet, the arm holes slightly too low to be practical, but he looks stunning anyways.

“Could I offer you tea, or breakfast?” Scott asks, standing in front of a plush armchair. It’s his favourite chair, though due to the fact that it’s situated in the front parlor he doesn’t use it often.

“I had breakfast before I came, but tea would be nice.” Jimmy says.

“I’ll have that arranged, if you want to take a seat?” Scott says, smiling. He waits for a moment, as Jimmy chooses a seat, before he walks into the back parlor.

Scott quickly crosses into the kitchen, watching as one of the chefs jump in surprise. He’s already had breakfast, and it’s far earlier than he would normally arrive for a snack or a break from meetings with stuffy officials. Scott offers them an apologetic smile, and they roll their eyes, smiling at him.

“How can I help you, your highness?” They ask, turning away from kneading the bread.

“Could I bother you for some tea?”

“Meeting’s going that poorly?” They ask, washing their hands in the sink as they turn on the redstone kettle.

“I have a guest over, and he asked for some?” Jimmy deserves nice tea, and Scott hopes he’ll like it.

“The codfather’s over for a social visit?” They ask, incredulous. “You never have social visits, let alone with one of our allies' enemies.”

“He’s nice.” Scott says, watching as they pour the tea into two tea cups. “I’d like him as an ally.”

“Considering how Arel saw you put your cloak on him, I think you’d like him as more than just an ally, your highness.” They smirk, putting four biscuits on a tray. “Are you able to carry this out yourself or do you need someone to supervise the pair of you?”

“You aren’t my father, Cyran, nor my mother.” Scott says. “I can carry this, and we don’t need a supervisor.”

“Don’t make a mess of the front parlor, my lord.” They tease, passing Scott the tray. “I may not be your parents, may Aeor guide them, but I am your eldest member of staff. You were so young when I was bought onto the staff, you’re still the boy who hide behind my skirt from your tutors.”

“Please stop telling people about that.” Scott mumbles, embarrassed.

“Stop leaving your guest unattended. It’s rude.” They say, ushering Scott to the door. “I don’t want you back here until your guest has left, Scott.”

And they shut the door on Scott, making him laugh silently. Of course they kick him out to attend to the guests, they’re so stubborn. He should give them a raise.

Scott carefully carries the tray of drinks and biscuits through the back parlor, silently opening the door to navigate to where Jimmy sits. Jimmy’s looking out of the front window, watching as Rivendell bustles about as families take their children to school and adults attend to their jobs. The sun beams down, reflecting off of the snow and casting a glow into the front parlor, just as Scott intended when he designed the build. Scott places the tray down, startling Jimmy.

“Thank you.” Jimmy says, as Scott passes him a cup. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”

“Not at all.” Scott lies through his teeth. His guards will inform the advisors that he’s busy, after all. Potential allies are more important than sitting through another meeting that leads to nowhere. “Am I keeping you from anything?”

“Nothing that I can’t get done later.” Jimmy takes a sip of his tea. “This is amazing.”

“Thank you.” Scott smiles. “Are you doing anything important tomorrow? I have a meeting after lunch that I must attend, but I would love to give you a tour of Rivendell.”

“I have a meeting with Fwip tomorrow.” Jimmy says, and Scott’s heart stops. “I’m going to his base to arrange a trade agreement, but maybe next Wednesday?”

“Did Fwip arrange the meeting?”

“He did.” Jimmy nods. “I don’t want to spark a war between us by entering the Grimlands uninvited.”

“Do you know what you’re going to ask him for?” Scott says, ignoring the pit beginning to form in his stomach. Fwip is something, an enemy of the Cod Empire and someone who believes that Jimmy is Aeor’s champion, which means he could harm Jimmy.

But it’s just a trade meeting, and Fwip has honour. He wouldn’t harm Jimmy during a peaceful meeting.

“Probably some gunpowder.” Jimmy shrugs, before a ring sounds from his pocket. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Jimmy pulls out his communicator, looking at the caller id before wincing.

“Something the matter?”

“I was supposed to meet with Joel now.” Jimmy winces. “I should go.”

Jimmy moves to take the cloak off, but Scott stops him, gently moving the other rulers hands from the button. Jimmy looks up at Scott, and though Scott can’t see Jimmy’s face, he can tell the codfather’s surprised.

“Keep it.” Scott murmurs. “You can return it when you come back for the tour.”

“Thank you.” Jimmy says, taking his hands from Scott’s. “I’ll see you next week.”

“I’ll see you then.” Scott smiles, walking Jimmy to the door. “Fly safely.”

“I will.” Jimmy says, walking away from Scott’s home.

Scott shuts the door, leaning on it with a sigh. Something isn’t right about this, something is so intrinsically wrong with Fwip inviting Jimmy to his empire for a meeting that Scott’s stomach turns with fear for the other man. Jimmy’s naive, the ruler of the youngest empire in this world. Even Shubble’s empire is older - just from a different dimension. Scott needs to ask Aeor to protect Jimmy. Surely they will.

Scott wonders if Jimmy liked the bouquet of roses that he left for him.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Play by my rules

Summary: Trying to get over the break-up with your fiancé you spend a week with a foreign man. No names. No rules. No seeing each other again. What happens when you stumble into him again?

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester x Jess Moore, Ofc’s

Warnings: angst, comforting, fluff, shitty father, language, protective Dean, arguments, implied smut/light smut, pregnant reader, making-out, dirty talk, mentions of cheating

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Six months later…

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Dean muses, lips travelling down your neck while you try to concentrate on the recipe. “Wearing nothing but one of my button-ups while you cook my favorite meal. Barfoot, half-naked, and pregnant. That’s how I imagined you.”

“Dean,” you scold your husband, as he tries to slip one hand into your panties. “I’m wearing your shirt as it’s comfortable. I’m barefoot as it’s unbearable hot and I cook your favorite meal for our dinner with my parents.”

Dean hums, looking over your shoulder to dip his finger into the sauce, moaning as he slips his other hand into your panties to toy with your clit. “Such a needy little cunt you have.”

“If you don’t stop distracting me I will burn the food, Dean. Please, stop,” nibbling at your neck Dean smirks. “Dean.”

“Just let me feel your pretty pussy for a few minutes,” you whine when Dean hastily opens his pants. “If you want me to survive another dinner with your father and brother, I need encouragement, sweetheart.”

“You invited them,” ignoring your protests Dean shoves the button-up you stole from him up to your waist to get a glimpse of your bare ass. “It was your idea. I would’ve preferred to meet up with my mom.”

“Baby girl,” husking the pet name into your ear Dean runs his fingers up and down your slit. “You’re so wet for me.”

"Jesus, you needy bastard,” he laughs at your words, his sweatpants drop to the floor. “I need to watch the food,” you feel the head press against your opening, moaning as Dean whispers dirty promises into your ear.

“Feel this?” Dean places his hands on your hips, already inching his way into your body. “You make me so hard, sweetheart.”

“Shit, baby,” you enjoy the delicious burn Dean’s girth causes, “You’re so deep inside of me, Dean. I love how your cock stretches me out.”

“I know you do,” your husband grins hands gently rubbing your four-month baby bump. “Do you know how hard you get me as you are having my baby? I filled you with my child,” he whispers against your sweet spot, pecking it softly. “I’m gonna fuck you so deep.”

“Dean, in not three hours my parents will drop at our place along with your brother, Jess, and my brother,” pushing back onto Dean you keen. “Fuck me fast.”

“As you wish…”

“Sam,” you greet Dean’s brother. There is still not much love between you and Sam. Sam tried anything to win your trust but so far, you only warmed up for his fiancé, Jess.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam tries to hug you, but you turn to greet his fiancé, ignoring Sam’s pained expression. “Thank you for inviting us.”

“Dean wanted a family dinner to announce something,” you try to hide your baby bump underneath a wide shirt but Jess nods knowingly. “He said we shall invite our family’s so…that’s that.”

“Will you ever forgive me?” sighing Sam watches you turn your attention toward Jessica. “Y/N, I apologized repeatedly. I know what I said back then was hurtful, but I try to make things up to you, Y/N.”

“Sammy, give my wife time,” Sam gasps at Dean’s words. “Be lucky she let you be at our nice intimate wedding,” nodding Sam looks at you. His eyes widen when you place one hand onto your belly. “Let’s prepare for her family. You will love her brother, Sammy. He’s a pain in the ass.”

You snicker at Dean’s words while you open the door wider to let Sam and Jessica inside. Jessica slings one arm around your shoulders, whispering something into your ear Sam can’t hear.

“I’m glad you came. My family is stressful, to say the least. I am afraid my brother and father won’t like the good news Dean wants to announce. He could need backup,” you grin, poking Sam’s chest. “What are brothers for if not to share the bad days too.”

“Bad days, huh?” Sam looks at you, searching your face but your serious expression tells him you are not joking. “If you need us, we are here for you.”

“Jason is a bit,” you sigh, not wanting Sam to know your brother is more than a bit annoying, “hard to handle. Don’t get me wrong, I love him but, he doesn’t care about me as you do for Dean.”

“In other words, Jason is an idiot who gives a shit on my wife. He wanted to know about the Singer deal and didn’t stop bugging me when we met for the first time,” Dean pecks your cheek, humming when you wrap your arms around him. “Her mom is nice, though. Be nice to her.”

Sam awkwardly stands in your living room, hoping you will open your heart for him one day while he tries to process your father is worse than his own.

“Mom,” smiling you hug your mother tightly. “I’m glad you came. I made your favorite pie, and we got the ice cream you like so much.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” your mother chokes out and you frown, seeing her lips start to quiver. “I couldn’t wait to get out of the house today.” You can hear the sadness hidden behind her friendly words. Her smile, it doesn’t reach her eyes and you know something must’ve happened.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, welcome to our home. You look beautiful,” Dean smiles, pecking your mother’s cheek. “I can’t decide who’s prettier. You or my wife.”

“Wife?” your father grunts, looking at Dean with angry eyes. “Since when do people call a girl they spend their nights with ‘wife’?” your father spats, eyes drifting toward you.

“Well, I married your daughter four months ago, this makes her my wife,” Dean’s eyes are cold, and even Sam’s flinches when his elder brother steps in front of you to shield you from your father’s angry eyes. “Y/N is my wife. I must ask you to respect her at my house. My house, my rules.”

“I get it, Mr. Winchester,” your father’s eyes drift toward your mother and your stomach tightens when he narrows his eyes, giving her a warning glare. “You handle your wife, I handle mine.”

“I don’t think my wife would appreciate if I ‘handle her’,” Dean’s body goes stiff and you need to place one hand onto his bicep to calm your husband. “We should go to our dining room and enjoy the dinner my wife prepared.”

“A wonderful idea,” your mother nods, giving Dean a soft smile, a genuine one this time. “Let’s enjoy the food Y/N made.”

“The roasted chicken is delicious, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your cheek, giving your thigh a soft squeeze. “All you cooked tastes like heaven.”

“Dry,” your father coughs. “The bird is too dry and the sauce too salty. I guess Y/N needs to practice more often. A woman should know how to cook and not only concentrate on her career.”

“Luckily, Y/N is my wife, not yours,” Dean bites back. “My wife can have a career and live her life the way she wants to. Y/N is fully capable to decide what she wants.”

Your mother smiles anytime Dean defends you. “I’m glad my Y/N found you. She looks so happy since she met you, Dean. Scott, he never made her smile like you.”

“Y/N does the same to me, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Dean says, giving your mother a soft smile. “I never was happier than with Y/N by my side. She gave me everything. Love. Her heart. A beautiful wife. A home and,” Dean’s smile grows when he gets an ultrasound picture out of his jacket. “my son.”

“Son,” your father chokes on his wine, looking at the ultrasound picture in Dean’s hand. “So, that’s the reason you married her. Without that ring, she would carry a bastard.” The words barely left your father’s lips before Dean jumps over the table to fist your father’s tie.

“You son of a bitch dare to come here and insult my wife. You dare to call my son, the child in my girl’s belly a bastard. What kind of father are you?” Sam needs to jump up to hold his brother back or he would kill your father. “Y/N is nothing but loyal to you, your awful son, and your wonderful wife. Why are you such a prick?”

“Dean, he’s not worth it,” your mother sniffles, placing one hand onto your husband’s shoulder. “He never understood how to treat a woman right. He’s a liar, a cheater and an awful person.”

“Mom?” you hug your mother tightly when she begins to cry. “What happened? I knew something is off. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I caught your father red-handed with our neighbor. She’s my friend for over 25 years. I considered her family only for her to stab me in the back,” you run your hands up and down your mother’s back, try anything to soothe her.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean grits out. “Sammy, help me get that piece of shit out of my house before I rip his head off.”

“Is that the reason Jason and Erica didn’t come tonight?” your mother nods, looking up at you with tear-clouded eyes. “They know?”

“I called him, asked if I can stay for a few nights but Jason said there is no space at their house. I think they are planning for a baby or something,” you sniffle, hating your brother let your mom down. “I didn’t want to bug you during your honeymoon phase.”

“You will stay with us,” Dean says before you can find your voice. “No discussion. We got three guest rooms. You can stay as long as you want to and watch your grandson grow up. Never believe you disturb us.”

“Thank you,” your mother’s voice cracks when she looks at your husband.

“We will get your things tomorrow. Don’t worry. This is your home from now on too,” you smile at Dean as he starts to drag your father out of his house, cursing under his breath. “Get out of my house and never come back.”

“My brother and I will get your wife's belongings tomorrow. You better don’t try anything or I will sue you. I’m a lawyer and love to sue people like you,” Sam threatens. “Now you better shove your ass out of my brother’s and Y/N’s house before I forget myself and give you more than a black eye…”

“I can’t thank you enough,” your mother looks around the huge guest room, smiling as you got her favorite pillows and blanket. “I didn’t know what to do.”

“Mom, you don’t have to thank me or Dean. You are my family, just like Dean’s,” you sit on the bed, glancing at the pictures your mother placed onto the nightstand. “I’m sorry dad cheated on you mom.”

“I knew he did it before, you know,” huffing your mother looks at her ring finger. She took her wedding band off the moment, Dean, Sam and you returned with her belongings. Your father didn’t even try to win her over again, too busy to celebrate his new freedom. “I should’ve left him years ago. He didn’t treat me well for years.”

“I know, mommy,” you lean your head against your mother’s shoulder, sighing deeply. “I had hoped he would change his behavior when he gets to know he’s going to be a grandfather, I was wrong.”

“How’s your mom?” Dean gently massages your shoulders to help you relax. “Does she like the room? Did you explain the steam shower to her? Do we need to get more pillows for her?”

“She’s sad as dad cheated on her, again,” you lean into Dean’s touch, “but I think she likes the room and to be here. Thank you, Dean.”

“You don’t need to thank me, baby girl,” he pecks your neck, whispering your name. “I love you. Your mom is my family too and I meant what I said, Y/N. Our home is her home now too.”

“I love you too, Dean. You gave me the same things you named during our dinner, Dean. I’m glad I followed you to your suite back then,” Dean snickers, hands now moving to your belly to feel his son. “Not only as you have that magic dick.”

“You are one naughty girl,” you nod, feeling his hand move down to your panties. “I guess daddy needs to show you how much he loves that you are in his life.”

THE END...

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free-pool-trash · 4 years

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folklore - isaac lahey {7/?}

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been ridiculously busy the past few weeks 😓BUT!!! As compensation I made this part super long and fluffy with sooooooo much Isaac/reader content (enjoy it while you can because shits gonna be messy from here on out 🤭🙈)

Having said that, I don’t have my laptop right now as I moved houses and my stuff got put into storage so I’m working with the mobile version 😓 sorry in advance if formatting is weird I tried to make it better 😓 also there’s no continue reading button so sorry if this comes up on your dash 😭

Let me know what you think tho I’d really appreciate it 💕

Word count: 5.5k 🙈

Warnings: Fluff 😳, mentions of blood, Derek being a PAIN IN THE ASS, Isaac being the cutest 😌✨, ✨kissing✨, swearing

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The days you’d spent in Mystic Falls bled into weeks and soon enough you were being beckoned back to Beacon Hills with a head full of things you hadn’t had a clue about two weeks prior.

There, of course, was the matter of Peter- who was now dead, well technically, he was murdered.

Derek’s first course of action as Beacon Hills’ new alpha was to break the news to you. He’d killed him but due to Scott and Stiles’ constant text updates, you knew it would’ve had to be done sooner or later. But still, you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last of him. That small intuitive feeling in the back of your mind told you that you’d see him again soon. You just hoped your next meeting wouldn’t be happening because you ended up buried next to him.

Over the course of your stay with Alaric, who had left you in the care of the Salvatore brothers- Stefan and Damon, you’d honed several new vampiric powers. As it turned out, some of the powers you possessed were completely unfamiliar to the vampires of over a hundred years.

You had super speed, it wasn’t just enhanced as you’d previously thought. As well as that, you’d discovered that you could run circles around both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, who were obviously a lot older and therefore should’ve been a lot faster.

And for that matter, they should’ve been stronger than you, they should’ve been able to snap you like a twig. They should’ve been able to. But they weren’t. Because not only were you faster, you were stronger too.

While having super speed and super strength was nice, mind compulsion, your most recent discovery, now that was incredible. All you had to do was look into someone’s eyes and they would become completely entranced to do whatever you told them.

Despite being over a hundred years old, neither Stefan nor Damon had ever seen a vampire quite like you.

They’d never seen a vampire who was also an empath, that, apparently, was usually more of a witch thing. Neither of them had ever come across a vampire bite which had a euphoric effect either. But having said all of that… they’d never heard of someone being turned from a wolf bite. Or a vampire who still had a beating heart, for that matter.

Your only real downfalls were that, for one, your blood’s healing capacity didn’t operate at the same speed for you as it did when being used to heal others. You’d put this down to the possibility that maybe your system had just grown too used to it. To be perfectly honest, though, you had no idea.

Secondly, your empathic tendencies were beginning to bring you down, but it wasn’t just that… it was the way in which you’d been instructed, by Damon Salvatore himself, on how to make them stop.

The plane ride home to California dragged on longer than you would’ve liked, the flight was delayed and you were absolutely starving by the time Derek picked you up from the airport. Your parents were still away, they’d travelled to Romania in search of answers to your predicament and they wouldn’t be home until at least next week, so that left Derek on chauffeur and babysitting duty.

“How are you?” He’d only spoken up thirty minutes into the car ride, you let out a sigh from the passenger seat and gave him a tired smile, you could feel the nerves radiating from him. He was afraid you’d be mad at him for killing Peter, and maybe you should’ve been, but again, you had a feeling he’d be back, and besides, spending time with Damon had helped you realise that everything wasn’t so black and white. It finally registered with you that people like Derek and Damon, the dark mysterious bad boys with secret hearts of gold- they sometimes did bad things but with good intentions.

Once you discovered this, you decided amongst yourself that you’d ease up on your not-really-big-brother in the future. Even if it meant you got hurt a little in the process. If hurting you was what he needed to do to learn his lesson then you’d be willing to make that sacrifice.

So you gave him a soft smile and answered, “Hungry.”

Derek let out a chuckle at that, nodding his head towards the backseat, drawing your attention to the three full blood bags laying on the leather seats.

A delighted gasp left your mouth as you snatched the plastic bags into your hands, wasting no time you stuck the attached tube into your mouth and began gulping the first bag down- it was definitely Stiles’ blood you were drinking, you’d gotten so used to the taste of it you were sure you could recognise it anywhere.

Letting out a happy groan you threw your head back against the headrest, “Stiles Stilinski you are a doll.”

Derek chuckled again, glancing at you fondly before his steely eyes returned to the road ahead.

It was only another 30 minutes before you were back in your driveway. “So are you staying here until my parents get back?” You questioned from the porch as Derek got your bags from the trunk of his car, the wolf shook his head with a smile, “Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

“Derek, that home isn’t even structurally sound.” You chastised softly. Surely he’d be happier spending time with the family he still had breathing rather than living in the remnants of what used to be his.

Walking up to the porch, Derek placed your case down gently by your feet and moved himself to stand in front of you. A genuine smile painted his lips as he gazed at you, “New rule.” He stated, placing both of his hands on either of your forearms before going on, eyes staring affectionately into your own, “From now on, I will be doing all the worrying about you, alright? Not the other way around.”

With a defeated sigh, you nodded your head. “I’ll try my best.” That had been a lie. Unable to blind you with his unusually sweet sentiment, through the physical contact you could tell he was scheming.

“Good. Now, go get some rest I’ll come check up on you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and then made his way back to his car, speeding out of your driveway and out of sight before you’d even unlocked the door.

The house was cold and empty when you’d re-entered. A shiver ran up your spine the second your feet stepped past the threshold. Something was very wrong, and unfortunately, you couldn’t tell what exactly it was that was so wrong. The feeling was unnerving, it was dark and it was agonisingly heavy. Like anxiety on steroids, lots of steroids.

Swallowing thickly, you gripped -more like clawed- at your chest. Nails scraping your skin as you attempted to catch a single breath, though it seemed that oxygen was determined to outrun you as you glanced around helplessly.

Almost twenty minutes has passed as you heaved and gasped frantically, overwhelming dread flooded your chest while simultaneously tears flooded your eyes, and still you didn’t have even the slightest idea of what it all meant.

And then it hit you. That panic- it didn’t belong to you.

Within a second you’d risen to your feet, breathing still staggered while you rushed out the front door, your vampire speed being put to good use as within seconds you were where your panic had led you. Night had fallen by now and it was completely dark, not to mention absolutely freezing, the hoodie you had on doing nothing to protect you from the biting cold in the air. The trail of feelings you’d been chasing had led you to Beacon Hills cemetery and before your eyes, there it was, the something that was very wrong.

Derek and Isaac. More specifically, Derek’s teeth buried in Isaac’s arm. You hadn’t even registered what you were doing when you ripped Derek from Isaac and violently threw him across the cemetery, the impact in which the Hale hit the tree all the way at the edge of the graveyard was a testimony to your strength. You hadn’t even used half it.

Without hesitation, you inspected Isaac’s body frantically, eyes lingering on the bloody bite across his right arm. Slowly and mournfully, your eyes met his, which were wide with shock. His heart was beating out of his chest to the point where you couldn’t ignore it.

“What did he do to you?” The question slipped out as a whisper, your anger melted away only to be replaced by dread as Isaac began to speak, “He offered me the bite and I- I said yes.”

“Isaac…” Your gaze drifted to the bite and you weren’t surprised to see it already healed. “I’m sorry.” You heard him mutter from above you, his anxiety pooling in your chest and mixing with his guilt.

Shaking your head softly you pulled him into you, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders while his own arms held you tightly against him as you kissed his temple to release him of the intense anxiety plaguing him. “Don’t be sorry. I understand.”

He relaxed against you upon hearing your words, the two weeks you’d been gone made him realise something, he was utterly useless without you, or so he thought. He felt weak. He felt as though if he didn’t have you as emotional support he was defective. Derek had honed in on that and manipulated it to his advantage, convinced Isaac that the bite was what he needed in order to be strong by himself. To keep you safe instead of you protecting him all of the time.

“Was that really necessary?” Derek’s voice broke the moment and you found anger was surging through you once again. You separated from Isaac to face Derek.

At this point, you didn’t care what his intentions had been, you weren’t going to let him away with this.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to explain why you did this.” As Derek moved to speak you ruthlessly cut him off. “Too slow.” And with that the back of your hand met his cheek, again sending him flying, only not as far this time.

His fangs were barred now, as were yours. Both of your eyes glowing, his red ones threatening as he attempted to demonstrate his power. And yet again, you had a revelation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from your lips, a synacal and sarcastic lilt to it as you towered over Derek’s form on the floor.

“Oh I get it!” You exclaimed, lip held between your teeth in mock disbelief you pressed your palm to your forehead as you spoke, “You thought you’d go around and stalk some kids so you could add to your big bad pack. Right?” He growled at you and attempted to pick himself up, only for you to give a swift, hard kick to his chest, returning his back to the dirt.

“I guess you told him it’d make him stronger? That it’d make all of his problems go away? And what about the Argent’s, huh? Did you tell him that you were manipulating him?” It was then, again in panic, Isaac spoke up to your surprise, in Derek’s defence.

“(Y/n), I promise it isn’t like that! He told me everything, it was my choice I said yes!” You spared him a glance before crouching down to Derek.

“Well did you tell him how you usually treat your pack?” The words were dripping in venom and the guilt that radiated from the man didn’t deter you from moving forward with you verbal attack, your head turning to Isaac, your eyes sparkling with sadness as you locked eyes with him, speaking hoarsely you wondered out loud, “Did he tell you that he’s a liar? That he doesn’t know how to run a pack? That if he doesn’t understand you he’ll leave you in the dust?”

The look on his face spoke volumes as he recalled the state Derek had put you in the weeks previous.

With a final sneer in Derek’s direction you delivered your parting words, “You better treat him better than you continue to treat me or so help me Derek Hale I will tear you to shreds.”

As you angrily stormed away, Isaac stood in confusion for a second before he began to chase after you, leaving Derek on the dirt floor to help himself.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) please wait!” He shouted as he was just starting to catch up to you. When you felt that you were at a good enough distance away from Derek you finally slowed your pace.

When Isaac finally made it to your side, he was panting slightly, swallowing the lump in his throat he nervously grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, his eyes resembling those of a puppy and you could already feel your composure slipping away from you as you looked at him.

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d seen him, three weeks since you’d made out in the school basement and this definitely wasn’t how you were expecting the reunion to go.

“Isaac it isn’t your fault. I’m not mad at you, ok? I get it. I’m just worried, this town isn’t exactly kind on the supernatural.” You reassured him gently, squeezing his hand and giving him a sad smile.

“Don’t worry about me.” Isaac told you and you had to laugh, “Sorry, babe but I will not be taking my eyes off you until this town becomes normal.”

Isaac’s face was then taken over by, what could only be described as, a Cheshire Cat smile, “Did you just call me babe?” His voice was teasing and you felt your face heating up despite your freezing temperature.

Sucking on the inside of your cheek you tried your best to conceal your growing smile, you shrugged innocently, “Yeah. What about it?” The playful lilt in your voice had his smile widening even more as he began to lean down to you, his face getting closer to yours by the second.

His breath fanned across your lips when he spoke next, “I liked it.” With that, his lips pressed to yours cautiously, as if he was still unsure of whether or not it was okay to do so.

His uncertainty melted away when he felt your lips begin to reciprocate his actions and your hands moved to cup his cheeks.

The both of you could agree that this kiss was different than the last one you’d shared a few weeks ago. “Why is it that we only ever kiss when one of us is coming out as a supernatural creature?” Isaac laughed against your lips as you pulled away with a sigh.

“It would be us wouldn’t it.”

After a few minutes of nagging at Isaac you managed to put all the pieces of Derek’s plan together. Isaac himself didn’t actually know all that much, just that he was the first to be turned, but that alone told you everything that you needed to know.

Derek was now an alpha with no pack, so logically, a pack was what he was building and that would have been perfectly understandable- if he hadn’t started with your best friend.

“There’s a full moon coming up, did he tell you what would happen?” You questioned gently, ready to throttle Derek when the boy in front of you shook his head.

Heaving a deep breath you squeezed his hand reassuringly, the initial excitement of being turned had worn off and Isaac was beginning to radiate anxiety once again.

“Don’t worry okay? I’m gonna call Scott, he’ll be able to help you.” Isaac’s eyebrows came together in confusion, “Scott McCall?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll know how to help.” You tried to convince Isaac without spilling Scott’s secret. Not that it was going to stay a secret for too long, but it wasn’t your secret to tell.

Isaac shook his head rapidly, his hands moving to hold your forearms, his panic at your suggestion hitting you like a freight train as he stared into your eyes, a wild look in his own.

“No no no no. You can’t tell anyone. (Y/n) promise me you won’t tell anyone okay? If my dad finds out I’m a werewolf he’ll-“ The words came out almost as fast as you could run and his panic only intensified when his father entered his mind.

Quickly catching on to his looming panic attack as his eyes began to glow yellow you cut him off, “Isaac.”

He didn’t hear you as he kept rambling, claws growing past his nails and digging into your arm, “No he’ll kill me. Oh my god he’s gonna kill me. (Y/n) he’s go-“

Yes, it would’ve been easy to rip your arms from his grasp that was causing you quite a lot of pain as his nails sunk into your skin as his hands held onto you desperately. However, you had a feeling that his hold on your now bloody forearms was the only thing keeping him from spiralling completely out of control.

“Isaac! Look at me!” Your voice was strict but served to make his amber eyes finally settle on yours.

Gently, you finally slipped your arms out of Isaac’s clawed grip, although you were sure it would’ve been less painful to just leave them, his claws dragged down your arms while you lifted them slowly and cautiously until you replaced them with your hands, using your new grasp of the boy to provide him with some peace of mind.

You focused your energy on shifting a sense of relaxation from your own palms to Isaac’s sweaty ones as you spoke, voice soft again, “I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s just you and me, alright? Focus on me, yeah?” Isaac nodded his head, still slightly frantic but calmer than before as he did as you told and simply focused on you, “Take a deep breath.” You instructed, breathing steadily along with him until his eyes returned to their natural blue colour and his claws retracted.

A moment of silence passed with Isaac slumped against you, hands held tightly in his while he steadied his breathing. You placed your lips to his cheek and then again to the bruise forming beneath his right eye, you hadn’t noticed it earlier. You’d almost forgotten it’d been nearly three weeks since you’d been together, he’d probably been though it with his demon of a sperm doner over the time you were away.

“I’ve missed you.” It was Isaac that broke the silence when your lips disconnected from his injured face.

“I missed you too.” You replied simply, there was so much you’d planned on saying to him while you were in Mystic Falls but at the moment, you felt there were more pressing matters to discuss and again, it was Isaac who spoke.

He pulled away slightly to look at you properly, hands still clasping yours, he gave them a squeeze before he started speaking, “This pack that Derek’s building… I’m guessing you’re not in it?”

“I was never asked. But I’ve kind of already got a pack, which you are more than welcome to join.” You responded hopefully, wishing he’d agree but you knew he wouldn’t. As such a fresh beta he’d stay loyal to his alpha, but, you had to ask.

Isaac nodded his head sadly, “Scott McCall?” You let out a small laugh, at how quickly he’d caught on, “Yeah. He’s not exactly an alpha but he’s helped me out a lot, more than Derek has.”

“Derek told me that wolves are stronger as a pack, he didn’t say anything about vampires though.” Isaac went on, a confused lilt in his voice.

“I found out in Mystic Falls that vampires rarely belong to packs and by vampire nature I don’t need one, but Ric figures that it’s in my nature to want one since it’s all I’ve ever known.” You relayed the information to Isaac.

“Then why not, you know, join mine?” His lip was pulled between his teeth and he was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“Isaac I just told you…” You said pleadingly, you didn’t want to upset him any further but you also couldn’t throw away the pack bond you’d built with Scott and Stiles when you’d first turned. If it was a matter of Isaac’s pack being made up of just Isaac there would’ve been no problems, it was the fact that it wasn’t Isaac’s pack but Derek’s.

Scratching what you’d decided about Derek earlier, you came to a new agreement with yourself: all of hell would freeze over before you even thought of easing up on Derek Hale.

Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, (N/n)! We are not going to let our love play out like Romeo and Juliet!” The way he spoke was humorous but it was obvious that he wasn’t really joking.

With a sigh you moved your shaking hands, that were now covered in scabbed over cuts as opposed to their previous status of raw and bleeding, to Isaac’s face. Your thumbs moved gently along his cheek bones as you took him in with an encouraging smile on your face as you told him confidently, “I refuse to let us become a modern day Romeo and Juliet, that’s not happening.”

You pulled him closer to you, slipping your arms around his shoulders and doing your best to ignore the butterflies rioting in your stomach when his arms wrapped tentatively around your waist.

You brought your lips to meet his briefly before fixing him with another determined look, “But listen to me, we might be loyal to different packs but I’m on your side, no matter what.”

Isaac nodded his head in understanding, “If it comes down to it, I’m always gonna choose you.” He responded honestly, arms tightening around you to hold you against his chest, his height causing his chin to be tilted downwards so that he could meet your eyes.

“I meant what I said to Derek, by the way.” You informed, Isaac’s eyebrows rose in confusion again, “If he mistreats you I’ll tear him apart.”

“Should I give Scott the same warning?” Isaac asked humorously and you had to shake your head in order to hold back a laugh.

It wasn’t until you’d separated from your embrace with Isaac that you took into account the fact that your body was now shaking with the cold.

“Come on, I’ve gotta call my dad and probably the sheriff and you’re freezing.” Isaac stated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you back to the cemetery where you noticed his overturned excavator and the dug up grave plot.

You listened with curiosity while Isaac spoke to his father on the phone, trying to explain exactly what had transpired in the last couple of hours since his shift started.

“How the hell does an excavator just flip over, Isaac?” You could hear his fathers anger through the line and Isaac fumbled for a response, “Someone, or something- I don’t know it could’ve been an animal, but it got pushed from the side and tipped over. I fell into the plot I was digging and that was it, I didn’t see the rest.” He explained weakly.

“You still stuck in hole, you idiot?” You watched as Isaac clenched his jaw and motioned to yourself when he was finally looking at you, “No. No, um, (Y/n) just got back from Virgina, she came looking for me and helped me out.”

“She still there?” His father questioned, seemingly cooling off at the mention of your name. You hated how much that man seemed to like you when he should’ve held that affection for his actual son.

“Yeah, she’s with me now.” Isaac confirmed and you offered up a fake cheerful, “Hi, Mr Lahey!”

“Invite her over while I call the sheriff and see about getting this mess cleaned up.” With that, he hung up the phone and Isaac sighed, “You’re starting to look like Mr. Freeze, let’s get you warmed up.” His arm stayed comfortably wrapped around your shoulder and as you reached up to hold his hand that was hanging over your shoulder you stopped dead in your tracks, “Isaac, I can’t go and greet your father looking like this.”

You motioned to your torn and bloodstained hoodie, immediately regretting it when his eyes widened in shock, “Did I… oh god (Y/n) did I do that?”

Not missing a beat you grabbed his hands and made sure you soothed his panic before you got a rerun of earlier.

“It’s not your fault. You’re new to this, okay? Mistakes happen and that’s fine it’s all part of the process. And look!-” You pulled off the hoodie to reveal your now completely healed arms and hands, nothing but dried blood to show that the claw marks were even there in the first place. “‘M all healed up! No harm done.” You reassured him, bringing his lips to yours to further convince him that you were okay and distract him from the guilt you could feel building within him.

Your arms, although no longer cut, were covered in goosebumps as Isaac ran his hands affectionately down the length of them. “It won’t happen again.” He promised and you gave him a shaky smile, teeth beginning to chatter, “Let’s go home?” Isaac nodded his head, nothing short of ripping his own hoodie off before pulling your arms through the sleeves and moving himself in front of you to zip it up.

You watched completely content as he fumbled with the zipper. His curls were falling in front of his eyes and his eyes were squinted in concentration. The quiet, but triumphant, “got it” he let out when he finally finessed the zipper had you grinning like a fool.

When he moved his focus from the zip and back to your face, he smiled bashfully, “What’re you looking at me like that for?”

The sleeves of his hoodie, that was miles too big for you, hung far past your wrists and brushed against the nape of his neck, your fingers finding a place tangled in his hair while you stared at him, grin ever present.

Your other hand was otherwise occupied being placed firmly against Isaac’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, and you didn’t know it entirely. But in that moment it was beating for you and you alone.

Isaac’s hand made itself comfortable holding your waist, the other holding your own against his chest, keeping it in place.

Neither of you needed to say it. You could both feel it. But still, you found yourself uttering the words, “I love you.”

Not half a second had passed before Isaac echoed your declaration, “I love you.”

“I feel like if I kiss you right now I won’t be able to stop but I’m still freezing my ass off so… your place?”

Isaac nodded his head in agreement, “My place.”

Upon arrival at the Lahey residence, Mr. Lahey had greeted you with a wide smile and ushered you into the kitchen where he instructed Isaac to make you some tea, to which Isaac had to restrain a grumble as he’d been planning on doing it anyway.

Mr. Lahey was happily chatting away to you when Isaac set down two cups of tea, one in front of his father and one in front of you, his eyes lingering on you with a certain kind of glint before he turned back to the counter to grab his own cup and returning to sit beside you at the table.

Isaac was, in all honesty, losing it. He didn’t even know why. You were just sitting there, wrapped up in his hoodie, nose ever so slightly pink from the cold, talking politely to his father. It was nothing out of the ordinary but he was finding it hard to think about anything other than how his hoodie would look splayed on the floor of his bedroom.

He wasn’t very good at hiding it either, you could feel it as clear as day. Teenage boy hormones mixing with teenage werewolf hormones were causing havoc and it’d be a lie to say it wasn’t having an affect on you.

Trying to return your attention to whatever Mr.Lahey was babbling about you clearing your throat and took a sip of your tea, keeping your expression neutral as Isaac’s hand slipped to your knee under the table. His attempt to pull you into his mess of hormones was obviously successful as you found yourself ready to yell out in frustration when his hand stayed put on your knee for a solid twenty minutes before his father finally rose from the table.

“I’m going to check out the situation at the cemetery, you’re welcome to stay tonight, it’s pretty dangerous out there these days.” Mr. Lahey offered and you smiled innocently at him as he stood in the doorway, “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you.” The older man gave you a nod but said no more before walking out the front door.

“What the hell are you doing?” You finally burst when the front door clicked shut, whipping around to face Isaac.

“What?” He asked as if his hand didn’t start sliding further up your leg the second his father left the room.

You groaned, “Don’t ‘what?’ me when you’re about four centimetres from having your hand between my thighs!”

“Sorry.” He immediately retracted his hand, eyes wide as he realised how close his hand was to reaching the top of your thigh, “I, um, I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to-“

“Isaac.” You cut him off, lip pulled between your teeth, “I want you to.” You declared and he let out a heavy sigh full of relief, “Thank God.” He muttered before he was pulling you up off the chair and right against his chest.

His lips immediately found yours and his hands were gripping your waist like there was no tomorrow.

At this point, the butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely bat shit feral when his lips began to trail past your lips, to your chin, then to the curve of your jaw. It was when his hand slipped deftly up your side to settle against your jaw that you realised just how much you’d been wanting this.

Isaac’s lips fell further to your neck and you couldn’t stop the hum of approval that escaped your mouth at the sensation of his soft lips sucking and licking at your pulse. “It this okay?” He asked in a mutter, the dainty and nervous nature of his voice contrasting greatly with the confidence and ferocity of his actions.

Your hands tugged gently at his hair to get him to meet you clouded eyes, when he looked at you you were sure that his eyes had flashed yellow, his breathing was getting heavy and you had an inkling that his lips on your neck was the most exciting thing that was going to happen between you tonight.

“It’s more than okay.” You told him with a dopey smile, letting out a laugh when he dived back into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin through a smile.

Despite your words your hands moved to his chest to push him away slightly, “But…” you started as Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “I think we should stop, and maybe revisit this after the full moon passes.”

After taking in a steadying breath Isaac nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His hand slipped into yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours, he spent a moment just looking at your linked hands with a fond smile and the look of achievement on his face. It was easy to tell, with the help of your empathic powers, that Isaac was proud of himself.

You yourself couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was feeling so prideful in the moment, but he knew. To be truthful he wasn’t just proud of himself, he was downright ecstatic. He’d been nothing more than your best friend since you were both eleven, and now, six years later he finally crossed the threshold from being your best friend to being your- well actually now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he is to you now.

A few hours passed before Isaac worked up the courage to ask the question that had formed in his mind after his make out session with you earlier.

The pair of you had since gotten comfortable in his bed, which was nothing particularly new. You laid on your side with your back to the bedroom door, Isaac was behind you, his chin tucked in between your shoulder and your neck with his arms around your torso holding you close to him.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice broke through the silence and you responded with a tired hum, adjusting his arm so you could snuggle closer and tried your best to stop yourself from falling asleep while he murmured softly in your ear.

“What are we?” He kept his eyes trained on the dark room ahead of him, his hand grabbing yours as you readjusted his arm and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers, the action being successful in calming his nerves.

“What do you want us to be?” You asked sleepily in response, a small smile forming on your face as you heard his heartbeat speeding up.

Isaac let out a nervous breath against your neck and you held back a shudder at the feeling, “I was kind of thinking that all the kissing would make us a couple.” Letting out another sleepy hum, if it was even physically possible, you snuggled deeper into his hold. You sluggishly turned your head to place a light kiss against his cheek, “Then we’re a couple.”

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Truth or Dare Part 4

The birthday sleep over has completely fallen apart, Mammon and Levi are at each other’s throats, Arianthi backslides into old thoughts and dangerous habits, and Diavolo offers her comfort.

Some good old fashioned angst and NSFW content: Language, blowjob, penetrative sex, face riding, unprotected sex.

Remember everyone, consent is key. Being open and honest with your partner and making sure you’re both on the same page is the sexiest thing you can do for one another. Also - practice safe sex mmmkay? :)

TW: body image and self esteem issues, eating disorders.

Written from the perspective of my female character Arianthi.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Foxy Shazam - Count Me Out

Callum Scott - Dancing on My Own

Meg Myers - Desire

Hozier - Movement

Jess Benko - A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be

“Arianthi! Arianthi! Open the damn door!” Mammon pounds on the door to Arianthi’s room, unable to open it.

“Screaming at her to open the door after you’ve just insulted her on her birthday probably isn’t the best way to get her to let you in Mammon,” Lucifer says coldly.

“I doubt she’d let you in anyway, scumbag,” Satan adds, an angry growl in his voice.

Mammon opens his mouth to snap back, then closes it, unable to come up with a retort.

“Stupid Mammon can’t even defend himself this time,” Asmo mocks. “You just blew whatever shot you had with Arianthi straight to hell.”

Mammon looks at the floor, ashamed. “I didn’t mean it. She’s got to know I didn’t mean it, I was just so.....”

“Jealous? Stupid? Idiotic? Pick a description because they all fit. Newsflash, even a shut in otaku like me knows like you can’t treat the girl you supposedly care about like shit and then expect her to still like you.” Levi glares at Mammon and then tries the doorknob again, agitated.

The door still doesn’t open and he can’t hear any movement inside her room.

Beel looks around worriedly. “She never locks her door.�� Ever. She always leaves it open so I can go in and get the snacks she keeps for me. And Luke said she might be sick.”

Belphie shares his concern. “Do you think we should have Beel break the door in? In case she’s too sick to answer and needs help?”

For the first time since Lilith, Lucifer looks to be at a loss. Concern for Arianthi and the urge to comfort her battles with his desire to protect her privacy.

Diavolo steps forward to pass a hand over the door and sighs. “It wouldn’t matter if he did. She’s warded the door against us.”

The brothers share a look of surprise.

Mammon is the first to recover his voice. “Where would she even learn ward magic? And why would she start using it now?”

“I taught her.” The demons turn to look at Solomon, who has walked up behind them. “And as to why she’s using it, I’d venture to guess that Mammon’s little attempt to shatter her self-confidence worked, and she doesn’t want to see any of you right now.”

Mammon flushes with shame. “I didn’t mean any of it,” he mutters.

“Then you shouldn’t have said it.” For the first time a sharp tone enters Solomon’s voice.

“Take down the ward,” Lucifer orders him.

Solomon moves to stand in front of Arianthi’s door. “No.”

Lucifer’s eyes gleam red, anger rising. “You may be a powerful sorcerer Solomon, but I am one of the seven lords of the Devildom and I will rip your heart out of your chest without hesitation. Open. The. Door.”

“No.”

Lucifer lunges forward, already shifting to his demon form.

Diavolo stops him with a strong hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re all worried, but maybe Solomon is right. Maybe we should respect her privacy. She’s put up the wards for a reason.”

Levi pushes forward and knocks softly on the door. “Arianthi? It’s me. Can I come in?”

Silence.

“Please Arianthi?”

The demons and Solomon all hear movement behind the closed door and Arianthi’s voice whispering. There’s a soft click and the door opens. Arianthi’s hair has been pulled back into a messy ponytail, her make up removed. A t-shirt that is clearly Beel’s hangs to her knees, over it she wears one of Levi’s hoodies, and a pair of Belphie’s sweats peek out beneath the over sized shirts. She’s obviously been crying.

Something sharp and painful twists in Mammon’s chest. I did this. I made my human cry. I was stupid and jealous and I fucked up. I need to make this right. He moves quickly towards the open door, attempting to push past Levi.

“Arianthi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean -”

Arianthi holds up a hand to cut him off. “Just Levi.” Her voice is soft and hoarse.

Levi slips past Mammon and into the room. Arianthi shuts the door behind him and whispers the incantation to once again ward the door.

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Levi follows me and we both take a seat on my bed, leaning up against the headboard, shoulders touching.

“Luke said he heard you being sick.”

I sigh heavily.

I don’t want to talk about this now. Never talking about it would be ideal. Forgetting this whole shit show of a night would be fantastic.

“I was sick. Then I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I’m fine now.

“Did you make yourself sick on purpose?” Levi asks softly.

I turn to face him, getting my first proper look at his face and his emerging black eye.

“Levi! What happened to your face?” I reach out to touch his cheek, worried.

He gently grabs my hand and pulls it down, folding it between his two large ones. “Don’t change the subject.”

The urge to cry comes on again, hard and fast. “I’m sorry Levi,” I whisper.

He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just........I wish you wouldn’t feel like that’s something you have to start doing again.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again. “It just....it’s hard. I haven’t felt that way in a long time but then......... I just felt this panic and I thought if I could get rid of the food then I would feel better. And if I start doing it again then I can be more like what he wants.......I could be pretty. I could be so much more than this. I could be good enough for him.” I gesture at my body, the tears flowing freely now.

Levi thunks his head back against the headboard of the bed in frustration. He turns me to face him, his thumbs brushing my tears from my cheeks.

“Hey we’ve talked about this. Remember what you told me when Mammon was selling that picture of me? And I was so embarrassed because I didn’t want anyone seeing that much of my body? You told me I was perfect how I was. I didn’t have to look like Beel or Mammon to be attractive. Fuck everyone who thought differently. You loved me. My brothers loved me in their own weirdly deranged ways. You said I didn’t have to change to be like anyone else to be worthy of love and the things that made me different from my brothers were what made me sexy. And then you got Mammon to delete the picture and give me all the Grimm he made from it.”

Levi grins at me. “I think you’re the only person who has ever been able to get Mammon to willingly hand over Grimm.”

I choke back a sob. “I remember.”

“Ok, well I’m telling you the same thing now. Don’t go back to that. Don’t hate yourself, don’t make yourself sick to try to control things, to change things about yourself to make someone else care about you.” Levi gives me a little shake.

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m just a human. Is there some stupid rule here that all demons must be skinny and mind blowingly attractive?”

Levi looks at me for a moment then laughs. I join in, giggling through my tears.

“I mean what I’m saying,” Levi says as he wipes away the rest of my tears. “We all care about you, exactly how you are. If you start to feel like you can’t handle this and need help we can talk to Diavolo. He can send you back to the human realm to get help from the doctors there. I’m sure he’d let you come back after.”

I bite my lip anxiously then nod. “I’ll tell you if I can’t get a handle on it. If I can’t, or you think I’m slipping you can tell Diavolo.”

“Pinky promise?”

I smile, linking my pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”

Levi sighs in relief. “Good. Feel a little better?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” I answer, leaning my shoulder against his. “Hey Levi?”

“Mmm?”

"Thank you.”

He smiles at me. “Anything for my Henry.”

“Could you do me a favor? Could you tell Diavolo I want to talk to him real quick? I want to apologize for everything that happened tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I stand up and reach over to my nightstand. I hand Levi a jumble of things; a toothbrush, a D.D.D. charger, some t-shirts, a pair of sunglasses, a white dress shirt.

“Can you give these back to Mammon when you go back out there? Please?”

Levi nods and we walk to the door together. I take down the ward and he slips through the open door.

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“She wants to talk to Diavolo,” Levi tells the crowd assembled outside Arianthi’s door. “She’s upset but she’s not sick anymore.”

A wave of shock ripples through the rest of the brothers. Diavolo nods and quickly enters the bedroom.

“She really doesn’t want to see any of us?” Asmo asks, hurt.

Levi looks at the ground, trying to avoid the upset gazes of his brothers. “It’s nothing personal Asmo. She’s just got some stuff going on right now. Really personal stuff. She can’t talk about it with anyone else. She might though. Soon. Just don’t be mad at her for it, please?”

Asmo nods, still obviously distressed.

“Well, now that I know she’s not sick I’m going to gather up Luke and Simeon and we’ll take our leave,” Solomon says, shooting Mammon one last dirty look before he turns and walks down the hall.

The demons all give him a half-hearted wave goodbye.

Levi remembers the things that Arianthi gave him and quickly shoves them into Mammon’s arms. “Here’s all your stuff that was in Arianthi’s room. She doesn’t want it in there anymore.”

Mammon looks down at this things in horror. There’s a stinging sensation in his eyes, and he suddenly can’t breathe. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and quickly walks to his room without a word to his brothers.

“This is really bad.” Beel looks around at the remaining brothers. “We have to fix this.”

Satan sighs softly. “This might be something we can’t fix Beel.”

“Satan’s right. Ultimately this is going to be between Arianthi and Mammon,” Lucifer says. “The best thing we can do is to let Arianthi know we still care about her and want her in the House of Lamentation.”

He sighs. “Let’s all go to bed. There’s nothing else to do here tonight. I’m sure if Diavolo thinks anything is wrong he’ll let us know before he leaves.”

The brothers all exchange worried glances before they disperse to their bedrooms.

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“Hey.” Diavolo gives me a small smile as he enters my room.

“Hey.” I return the smile and pat my bed. “You can come sit with me if you want.”

“Do you want to put the wards back up?”

I shake my head. “No, just close the door please.”

“Are you feeling better?” The mattress dips under Diavolo’s weight, causing me to slide closer to him.

“Yeah, just a bad moment.”

“I’m sorry Mammon said those things about you.” Diavolo reaches out to take my hand. I involuntarily flinch at the touch of his fingers and he jerks his hand back. “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

I quickly grab his hand, lacing my fingers with his. “It’s ok Diavolo. I’m just feeling a little off right now.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at me with concern. “I don’t want to make your night worse with my attention if you don’t want it.”

I press a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I’m sure.”

A faint blush stains Diavolo’s cheeks. “And you promise you’re feeling better?”

I grin. He’s absolutely adorable.

“Promise. I have some things I need to work on, but right now I am feeling better.”

He squeezes my hand. “Good.” He pauses for a moment, looking as if he’s trying to gather his thoughts, before he turns and looks earnestly into my eyes.

“Arianthi....... I want you to know that I don’t agree with any of the things Mammon said. And I hope that you don’t let his outburst taint your opinions of other demons...... or of me. I meant what I said earlier tonight, about wanting to get to know you more. I don’t want to push you, because I know that you have feelings for Mammon, but I do hope you’re still open to giving me a chance. And I think our encounter earlier this evening proved that I’m more than slightly attracted to you, just as you are.”

His last sentence comes out in a rushed whisper, and he’s blushing heavily.

“I wouldn’t let something like that change my opinion of you Diavolo,” I respond truthfully. “There are some feelings regarding Mammon that I need to sort through. I really don’t know how all those are going to shake out. I do like you, I enjoy our time together, and I think I made it obvious earlier that I’m attracted to you too. I meant what I said earlier about getting to know you. I’m open to see what could happen between us.”

He smiles and places a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist. “I’m a very patient demon. I’ll follow your lead. Whatever you want, no pressure at all.”

He pushes himself up from my bed. “I should be going. You need your rest.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good night Arianthi.”

I reach up and stroke his cheek. “Diavolo?’

“Hmmm?”

“Stay with me tonight?” This might be a bad idea, but I really just want him close to me right now. Someone who’s open about how he feels me. Someone strong and handsome who can distract me from this fucked up night.

I just want some comfort. Some cuddles. There’s nothing wrong with that. Right?

He hesitates a moment, shock and pleasure warring across his face. “Are you sure?”

I bite my lip, hesitating a moment before holding my arms out to him. “Cuddle me?”

“Your wish is my command, birthday girl.” He grins at me, bending down to give a tight hug.

I stand up to feel more of him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Thank you.”

He rests his chin on my head. “Anything for you,” he whispers.

We stand that way for a minute, swaying slightly. I feel safe in Diavolo’s arms, like nothing can ever hurt me.

A demon, the Prince of the Devildom no less, is the one who makes me feel safer than I ever have before. I internally roll my eyes and huff a small laugh against Diavolo’s chest.

“Diavolo?”

“Mmm?”

“This is really nice, but can we get into bed? I’m exhausted.” I playfully slump against him to prove my point.

He effortlessly holds me up and chuckles. “Yeah, we can do that. Let me send a message to Barbatos really quickly to let him know he’s free to go home.”

He reaches for his D.D.D. to tap out a quick message.

I pull away to shuck off my hoodie and sweats. I look up to find Diavolo staring at me, eyes wide. I look down at myself, wondering what the problem is.

Beel’s t-shirt is all the way down to my knees, I’m wearing underwear. I’m all covered up. What’s wrong? Panic starts all over again. He hates what he sees. This is a mistake. He knows he made a mistake.

“Everything ok?” I ask anxiously.

“Uh huh. Yep. All good here,” Diavolo says, swallowing nervously.

“Ok.” I smile at him, and slide between the sheets, sinking into my mattress. Diavolo moves to lay beside me, still fully clothed.

I look up at him, confused. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes are you?”

Diavolo’s ears turn red. “I was considering it.”

I stare at him. “Diavolo, we’re both adults here. You can sleep in your boxers. We’ll be ok. If anything happens beyond cuddles it will only be because we both want it. But neither one of us are going to sleep comfortably if you’re still wearing all your clothes.”

He lets out a nervous breath then grins down at me. “You’re right, you’re right.”

He peels off his jacket and shirt, and I stare as his hands move to his belt buckle and he pushes down his pants.

Holy. Fucking. Fuck. Temptation has entered the chat.

I thought Beel was a gorgeous specimen, but Diavolo surpasses even him. Every inch is heavily muscled, perfectly defined. Smooth skin that I want to run my hands over.

I want to climb this man like a tree and never come down. Bad Arianthi. Bad. Quench your thirst.

Diavolo slides under the sheets next to me and we roll onto our sides to face each other.

He reaches out to hold one of my hands. “I really am sorry your birthday ended on such a sour note.”

I squeeze his hand. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry you had to see all that. Besides, it’s not all bad. We’re here, getting to spend time together.”

He gives me a soft smile, and his hand moves up to gently stroke my arm. “That’s true.”

I tense in automatic response to his touch. He’s going to feel how fat my arms are. He’s going to hate what he feels.

Diavolo’s hand stills immediately. “Is this ok?”

I suck in a deep breath and nod, relaxing a little, waiting for the rational part of my brain to take over.

He’s seen my arms before. He already know what they look like. He wouldn’t be here, touching me, spending time with me, if he didn’t want to.

He resumes his gentle stroking, but remains silent. He seems to be considering what he wants to say.

I place a hand on his bare chest and he shivers under my touch. “Diavolo I can hear your wheels turning from here. What’s on your mind?”

He smirks at me. “I always forget how perceptive you are.” He pauses for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I know that you have some issues with your body.”

I tense up again.

His hand moves away from my arm, stroking the curve of my waist down to my hip. Up and down. His soft touch gradually helps me relax.

“I’m not going to push you to talk about it now. But I hope someday you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about what you’re feeling. Until then I have no problem telling you how gorgeous I find you. How perfect your body is to me. I’ll tell you every day. Every hour. Every minute, if that’s what it takes.”

I lay my head on his chest trying to hide my tears. Happy tears this time. After a couple minutes I regain my composure and look back up at him. Warm golden eyes meet mine, and he smiles down at me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back more tears and give him a small smile. “Thanks. You know, you’re going against every single demon stereotype right now.”

He pulls me to him, holding me tight. He chuckles, and it rumbles deep in his chest. “Maybe so. But as long as I’m making you happy that’s all that matters.”

He pulls back to stare down at me intently. “I just ask that when you do struggle with things like that you talk to me. I might not always be able to make things better, or even understand, but I want you to always be honest about your feelings with me.”

“I can do that. But only if you promise to do the same thing.” I press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I promise.” He moves to kiss my cheek in return, but I turn my head at the last minute, catching his lips with my own.

This kiss is soft, chaste, but he still gives a pleased gasp and tightens his grip on me.

He pulls away suddenly and looks down at me with concern. “I want to kiss you. Really kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.” I tilt my head up, ready for more.

Diavolo frowns and bites his lip. “You’ve had a rough night, and you’re upset. I don’t want to take things further, if you’re not......” He exhales sharply. “I don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re not in a good head space right now.”

Mind. Blown.

Once again, a demon is being more considerate than the majority of humans I’ve dated. He deserves to have the same consideration from me.

“I promise you Diavolo, you won’t be taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you. But if you don’t feel comfortable then I won’t push it and we’ll just cuddle and talk. Or you can leave if you don’t feel ok about that anymore. I won’t be mad. I want you to be comfortable too.”

“I am more than comfortable with this as long as you are.” Diavolo moves in to kiss me again but I press a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“I just want to make sure that I’m being totally transparent with you. I like you, and I do want you. I still want to keep getting to know you. But whatever happens between us tonight I can’t make you any promises that it will lead to anything permanent. If you don’t feel ok doing anything more physical than kissing without a being in a relationship, then I totally understand.” I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

He stays silent for a bit, mulling over what I’ve told him. “I appreciate your honesty. We’ve already decided that we want to keep learning about each other and spending more time together. Sex won’t change what I want, and I won’t ever push you for more than you’re comfortable with. Physically or emotionally.”

Whew. “Same page then?”

“Same page. Can I please kiss you now?”

I giggle and nod, and he surges forward, pressing his lips against mine. I sigh into the kiss, pleasure lighting up every nerve ending. Diavolo licks along my lower lip.

“Open your mouth,” he growls.

I instantly obey and brush my tongue against his. He pulls me tight against him, his tongue soft against mine, expertly teasing me, gentle and exploring. I wriggle against him, desperate for more contact. He grips my hips and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, his mouth never breaking contact with mine.

His hands tug at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I move up to my knees and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“Fuck.”

Diavolo pulls me further up his body and turns his attention to my breasts. He draws one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue. His hand moves up to cup my other breast, gently stroking and squeezing, before his large fingers start pinching and tugging my nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. He cups me again, his large palm overstimulating my already sensitive breast.

I card my hands through his hair, tugging slightly and giving a small moan. Diavolo releases my nipple from his mouth with a small pop! and gives me a wicked grin. His hands stroke down my back and move to squeeze my ass. He mouths my neck, teeth nipping against the tender skin.

“Mmmmm. So quiet. Clearly I need to do better. I need you moaning my name. Telling me how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back beautiful. Let me hear you,” he murmurs.

He sucks hard on a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, then soothes it with a soft swipe of his tongue.

“Diavolo!” I shudder against him and he takes the opportunity to lavish more attention on my breasts, kissing and licking, making me squirm above him.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it.” His deep voice sends pleasant vibrations against my skin as he continues to use his mouth on me.

I pull back and look down at him. He’s flushed, breathing quickly, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. “My turn.”

I lightly kiss his lips, moving down his neck slowly. I press sensuous kisses to his chest, licking one of his nipples while I gently scrape the other with my fingernail.

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth, arching beneath me.

I grin against his chest, slowly moving down his body. I scrape my teeth along his abs and give him a soft bite. One large hand moves down to softly tangle in my hair. I stop my kisses at the waistband of his boxers. His erection strains against the fabric, but I’m not going any further without his express permission.

I look up at him through my lashes and give a small tug on his boxers. “Are you ok with this?”

His hand tightens in my hair. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“Perfect.”

I give his stomach one last kiss and palm him through thin fabric. His hips arch up and he ruts against my hand, the front of his boxers already wet with pre-cum.

I pull his boxers down, slowly freeing his erection. He lifts his hips, speeding the process along. I quickly toss away his discarded boxers, and reach out to stroke him.

He’s huge.

I suddenly have doubts about how he’s going to fit in my.......well anything really. Then Diavolo moans my name and everything else disappears.

I continue to stroke him, relishing the velvet feel of his skin against my hand. I lower my head to give him kitten licks, slowly swiping my tongue against the head of his cock and his slit, lapping up his pre-cum.

“Fuck.” Diavolo fists his hands into my hair. “More. Please.”

It’s a heady feeling, having the prince of the Devildom beneath me and begging for my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking, continuing to stroke his shaft, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth.

Diavolo tries to keep his hips still, but he can’t help thrusting up into my mouth, greedy for more contact. I gag, my eyes tearing up, but I continue on, his pleasure the only thing on my mind. I eventually remove my hand, my mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. It’s a messy, sloppy blow job, but from his groans of pleasure I don’t think he minds.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Diavolo breathes, those words somewhere between a plea and a prayer.

I reach between his legs to cup his balls, my mouth still wrapped around his thick cock. His hips buck, his back arching off the bed, and I can feel the muscles in his thighs tighten. He tugs on my hair, pulling me off of him, and I release his cock reluctantly.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a grin, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” Diavolo’s chest is heaving and he grips my wrists tightly.

I arch an eyebrow at him. “And that’s bad because.......?”

He growls and yanks me up his body. “Because I need to taste you. Now. And when I cum I’m going to cum inside you. I want to see your face when I mark you as mine for the first time.”

He keeps pulling me up until my thighs are resting on either side of his head. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Hold on to the headboard.”

“Wha-? Oh god!” I lose my train of thought as Diavolo gives a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh. He turns his head and brushes kisses along the other.

He brings a finger up and slowly circles my clit.

“So pretty,” he mumbles. “And so wet. Just for me.”

He lazily swipes his finger through my folds, up and down, before returning to press on my clit.

I grip the headboard, panting. “Diavolo..... no teasing.”

He presses one finger into me, stretching me. He strokes slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

I whimper and attempt to move my hips. One large hand grabs my thigh, holding me still. Diavolo adds a second finger, stroking in and out, working me into a frenzy.

My grip on the headboard tightens. “Your mouth, use your mouth. Please,” I beg.

Diavolo continues his maddeningly slow pace, pressing his thumb against my clit for further stimulation.

“I can’t hear you princess. Be a little louder for me. Use your words.” He blows a breath of cool air against my heated core and I shiver, tightening around his fingers.

“Diavolo please! I need your mouth on me. Please!” I’m no longer worried about keeping quiet. The whole House of Lamentation could hear me for all I care. My one need is to feel Diavolo’s mouth on my pussy. NOW.

He laughs and gives my thigh one last kiss. “Good girl.” He slowly and deliberately swipes his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck!”

He removes his fingers and presses an open mouth kiss against me, his tongue stroking through my folds. “You taste even better than I imagined you would.

My hips buck. “More,” I mewl helplessly.

Diavolo’s hands grab my hips roughly and he plunges his tongue inside me. I scream, overwhelmed by the sensation. He keeps a firm grip on me, never allowing me to move away. He begins using his hands to guide my hips in an up and down rhythm, his tongue thrusting in and out.

He’s making me fuck his face.

Everything begins to fade around me. Nothing matters but the sensation of Diavolo’s tongue between my thighs.

“Diavolo..........Diavolo I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” I’m a whimpering mess, unable to do anything but hold tight to the headboard and let pleasure sweep me away.

He removes his mouth from me long enough to say, “Then cum for me Arianthi. I need you on my tongue.”

His presses a finger against my clit, circling it roughly while he resumes fucking me with his tongue. Tension gathers in my core, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

“Diavolo!” I scream, shuddering against him. My vision flashes white as my orgasm takes over. He continues to stroke and lick me through my release, lapping up everything I give him.

I’m trembling when he eases me off of him and lays me back on the mattress. He rolls over on top of me, grinning and looking pleased with himself.

He brings his mouth to mine and gives me a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I moan into the kiss, greedy for more of whatever he wants to give me.

“Good?” he whispers against my lips.

“Try amazing,” I whisper back, lacing my hands behind his neck and bringing him down for another kiss.

He breaks the kiss and laughs, moving to settle his hips between my thighs. He reaches between us to stroke his cock a few times, using the head to tease my already overstimulated clit.

He looks up and meets my eyes. “Is this ok? Do you still want this?”

I nod and tilt my hips up to meet his. “I want this.”

He slowly pushes the head of his cock into my pussy. I tense slightly and he stops.

He’s so big. How is he this big? Are all demons this big? Goddamn Diavolo you could split a girl in half.

Diavolo presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Relax baby. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be so gentle with you.”

My body melts into his, soothed by his sweet words. He continues pressing into me, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.

“You’re so beautiful Arianthi. And so wet for me. Such a tight fit baby. Like you were made just for me. Fuuuuuuuuck...... I love the way you feel.” Diavolo murmurs against my neck, kissing and nuzzling me between endearments.

He lets out a beautifully obscene moan once he’s fully sheathed, and gives me time to adjust to his size. I’m panting, already overwhelmed by the feel of him.

“Are you ok if I move?”

“Fuck yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his.

He pulls out, only to thrust back in slowly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. I throw my head back against my pillows and close my eyes, reveling in sensations. His cock inside me, his lips on my neck, the feel of his hair between my fingers, the weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress.

Diavolo continues to slowly thrust, building our mutual ecstasy. I feel his mouth against my ear.

“Look at me,” he orders, nipping at my earlobe.

I gasp and focus my eyes on his face.

“I want your eyes on me princess.” He snaps his hips against mine, increasing his pace. “I want you looking at me when you cum, knowing it’s me that made you feel this way. I don’t want you thinking about Mammon. I want all your attention on me and how good I make you feel.”

“Yes,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What’s that baby?” Diavolo thrusts into me hard, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Only you Diavolo. Only you,” I cry out.

He gives me a feral grin. “Good girl.”

He deepens his thrusts, grinding against me every time our hips meet. He holds himself up on one forearm, bringing his other hand between us, fingers sliding down my stomach to rub against my clit.

I scream his name, fingertips digging into his shoulders. I’m coming undone, quickly. Diavolo feels me tensing beneath him and kisses me, tongue entering my mouth and mimicking the movements of his cock.

I break away, gasping for air. “Diavolo I’m going to -”

“Me too.” He’s breathless, chasing his own orgasm. He rests his forehead against mine. “Please look at me. I need to see you.”

I open my eyes and he looks down at me, eyes glazed with lust. His hips stutter and his thrusts become sloppy. He pushes into me one last time, and I feel the warmth of his release as he cums, moaning my name. The sensation of his cock twitching inside me sends me over the edge, and I bury my face into his neck as my pussy clenches around his cock.

We’re both breathing hard when I pull back to look at him, and he leans down to repeatedly press soft kisses to my lips. He stays inside me as we kiss and hold each other for a few minutes, reluctant to separate.

“Are you ok?” Diavolo whispers, nose nuzzling my cheek.

“That was ........ I can’t....wow....you’re amazing,” I answer, giggling as his nose tickles me. “Are you ok?”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this happy.” He smiles down at me, giving me one last kiss before he pulls out and stretches out beside me. He curls into the position of big spoon and pulls me tight against his chest, one arm wrapping around me protectively.

He kisses the back of my neck, and pulls the blankets over us. “I think we’ve earned a little rest.”

I nestle back into the warmth of his chest and relax, listening as Diavolo’s breathing becomes slow and even. I close my eyes, settling into the comfort of his body against mine when a sudden noise makes my eyes fly open.

I scan my bedroom before my gaze settles on my door, cracked open, light from the hallway spilling into my room. My eyes fly up and land on the pale face staring at me from the doorway.

Oh, fuck.

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Mammon wanders the hallways of the House of Lamentation, miserable over the way things had happened at Arianthi’s party. He can’t sleep, sick to his stomach that he had let his jealousy and pride hurt the person that he cared about the most.

I gotta find a way to make this up to her, to show her I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was so stupid. All I need is a chance to apologize and I’ll promise to never do it again. I just need to get her to listen to me for five minutes so I can give her the birthday present I got her and tell her how I really feel.

A cry catches his attention and he follows the sound to investigate. He ends up in front of Arianthi’s door. It’s barely cracked open and he can hear whimpers coming from inside her room. Worried that she may be sick again he softly pushes the door open a little wider. What he sees makes vomit rise in his throat and tears spill down his cheeks.

Diavolo is on top of Arianthi, thrusting his cock into her slowly and whispering things Mammon can’t hear. What he can hear is Arianthi moaning in pleasure as she writhes beneath Diavolo, bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust. He watches in horror as they cry out in pleasure together, then gently kiss and whisper to each other as they come down from their shared high.

What did I do? Did I fuck up this badly? Or has this been going on right under my nose the whole time? No, no, Arianthi’s not like that. I did this. I pushed her away every time she started to get close. This happened because I fucked up. I didn’t treat her right, I didn’t let her know I cared. This is on me.

Mammon roughly wipes the tears from his cheeks as he watches Diavolo wrap himself around Arianthi and they settle in to sleep. He can hear Arianthi’s sigh of contentment as she cuddles back into Diavolo.

He stares at them a moment longer, something deep and ugly taking root in his chest. Rage, jealousy, pain, love, and regret war inside him, each begging to be released.

That should be me. She’s MY human. MY girl. I’m her FIRST man. That should be ME.

Mammon’s breath catches as Arianthi’s eyes snap open and focus on him. He looks at the person he loves above all others, tears falling openly down his face, as she gazes back at him in shock from the comfort of another demon’s arms.

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Chris Evans - Banana’s worries

Since Bananas was so popular, I decided to write another fic about dad!Chris Evans! Hope you like it!

Plot: Banana the plushie is making another appearance in your life, and this time is bringing worries.

Chris had always been a light sleeper.

Living with a brother that loved to make pranks on him made him be aware at night of whoever might enter into his room. Then, he had spent nights awake waiting to know if he had gotten the role he had fought so hard to win. The time difference between countries, and the fact that he was always late, made him grow used to the jet lag everywhere he went.

Claire’s first years weren’t easy, neither. When you first brought her from the hospital, the doctor told you that it was very important for you to take it easy, as you had suffered from some problems in the birth. That left Christ for the first two weeks of Claire being home to take care of her at night. She was a screamer, for sure. Not only she cried a lot, but screamed every time she wanted something. Christ spent two weeks without sleeping, and the only place he dozed off was in the shower.

Since becoming a parent, he had been a much more light sleeper than what he was at the beginning. Therefore, in the middle of the night, when the door to your bedroom opened with a creak, he was the first one to open an eye.

The sheets were, as always, thrown to the floor; so he had no mental protection from whoever was at the door. You were facing the window, and he was laying behind you with one hand placed over yours. It didn’t matter how you went to sleep, he always managed to touch you in anyway.

All the worries went away when, a moment later, he heard the recognizable soft pitter-patter of tiny feet, and he grinned softly. Chris couldn’t hear her crying or in any other kind of distress; besides, you had a sixth sense that woke you up when Claire was sick. It wasn’t a nightmare, neither, because Claire just cried for you from his bed.

So he kept his eyes closed until he felt her coming around to his side of the bed.

“ ‘Kay, Banana. You ‘ave to be quiet” Claire whispered as good as a three year-old could.

The stuffed fruit that Claire hadn’t let go since Chris brought it plopped down to Chris’ feet, and then the little blanket that was on the bed was tugged on so that Claire had a good grip to haul herself onto the bed.

Chris heard the small puffs of air that the little girl made every now and then. He fought the urge to help her, knowing she was in an independent phase encouraged by her cousins that made her think that she could do anything without her parents, because she was no baby.

He felt a small poke on his hand that let him know that you were awake too. Opening one eye slowly, he looked at you; you were already looking at him, with your hair spread all over the pillow and a sleepy smile on your face. You had no make-up, an old pyjamas and your eyes were swollen from sleep. Still, Chris got lost in you and almost forgot about the toddler trying to get in your bed.

“Yay!”

Claire seemed to have forgotten her own rule about being quiet, because she let an excited squeal when she finally plopped face first on the bed. She grabbed Banana and hugged her stuffed fruit close to her chest

“Tha’s fo’ nothin’, Banana” Claire scoffed, and you swallowed down a laugh. Chris bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly.

Both of you felt the bed dip as your little girl started to crawl in between towards the head of the bed. She was trying to be as careful as possible, every now and then shushing the toy when she made a loud noise, but both could feel the girl’s tiny knees and elbows digging into your bodies painfully.

She stepped over your linked hands as good as she could, and let her left feet prop up all of her weight on yours. Your eyes widened up comically and Chris emitted a silent laugh that your girl didn’t notice. With a murderous glance, you pretended to be asleep as the toddler walked-tottered.

Claire finally reached the head of the bed, plopping down in between her two parents with an exhausted sigh. She rested Banana on her chest, grinning at her stuffed animal; although a second later, she slammed her to the wall angrily.

“You did ve’y noise” she reprimanded the plushie. “I don’t wike it”

The last sentence finally got to Chris, who cracked down on a fit of loud laughs that made him choke with his own spit. He released your hand and laid on his back, half laughing and half coughing.

For months, Chris had been telling Claire in not-so-secret the ‘I don’t wike it’ thing. The second time he did so, you discovered them, and Claire understood it was something that her mommy didn’t like; so she didn’t do it. In front of everyone, she said the words correctly. But Chris heard her a few months ago in the solitude of her room; then, she denied saying so. It had been a bet on going for months now, that she said it only when no one was around.

And Chris had won.

“Daddy! You ‘wake!” Claire screamed, and turned on her belly to put herself on four.

“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s awake” you answered her, as Chris could barely breath between his laughing fit. “And a bad person”

Claire found the word funny, because the girl giggled quietly and scooted closer to you. She was quite small for her age, and her body fitted perfectly cuddled in your side, her small hand curling around the cloth around your growing stomach.

Chris finally calmed down, and turned to the side to see his two best girls curled around each other. If he had to say, in a way he preferred another girl, rather than a boy. His daughter had been begging to you that she wanted another sister to play with; and she didn’t get that it might not be a girl. Chris knew that the genre of the baby didn’t matter, as long as you were healthy and the baby was born fine, but he didn’t want to face the tantrum Claire would have if, in the end, the baby was a boy.

The man laid on his right shoulder and brought a hand up to play with Claire’s blonde hair. She was already closing her eyes, half awake half in the dreams world.

“You had a nightmare, baby?” you asked, your voice soft.

Claire was quiet for a second, before opening her eyes and alternating between looking at Chris and you.

“No. But Banana wanted to sleep ‘ere” she mumbled, and squeezed the plushie against her chest.

“And why did Banana want to sleep here?” Chris continued. He knew that the bond Claire had with the toy was normal, but sometimes it worried him that she only expressed herself through the toy. If she was hungry, she told you that Banana wanted food. If she did something, she always blamed it on the plushie. “Did he get scared of the dark?”

“No”

“Then?”

“Banana… Banana and I see some’in” she mumbled.

You frowned at her words. Since the moment she had learned to walk by herself, you had been very careful with the things she had access with. Babies love to play with the remotes, and Claire was no exception. She used to hide it, to chew on it and to change the channels every two minutes. A few times that month, she had turned on the TV without anyone knowing; sometimes on channels that weren’t that child-friendly.

So your first assumption was that she had seen part of a film that had made her scared. Chris seemed to think the same, as he frowned too.

“What did you see? Something scary?” he inquired. Claire shook her head again, and started playing with your pyjamas. She looked back to her father when she talked.

“Mean people we’ t’owin’ ol’ ‘ins” she said.

When Claire was scared, nervous or just excited, she messed up with her words, so you had a hard time knowing what she had said. You tried to think what she could have seen where ‘mean people were throwing old things’, but you couldn’t come across anything scary about that. It was true that when Scott came over, he loved to watch that type or program with garbage with Chris; but they weren’t traumatic.

You looked at Chris, but he was focused on your daughter. You didn’t have to ask anything else, as she kept talking. That she didn’t use Banana to talk showed that what she was talking about was something important.

“They – they t’ew ol’ ins an – an got new ones” her eyes filled with tears and, in a matter of a few words, her small face filled with desperation. “You – you t’ow me when baby is ‘ere?”

Claire broke into sobs when she finally expressed her thoughts and worries, and both of your hearts broke. You had thought she was handling well the news of her new sibling. It had only been two days since you told her, and she was pretty excited and happy to have someone to share her toys with.

Chris actually whispered a sad ‘oh, baby’ before pulling the two of you to his chest and creating a human sandwich with Claire in between. She clutched her other hand to his shirt, so hard that it actually tore a bit. Banana was left under her body, the toy making a small squeak noise but not breaking.

“That’s not true, Claire” you assured her. “We can love you both the same”

“But they t‘ow ol’ a’ay” she sobbed into your body, the words barely recognizable. “You ‘il get ti’ed of me!”

You looked up at Chris with desperation, and he looked exactly like you. His eyes were glossy and he was trying to come up with words that didn’t exist. He tried to think about something to say to a crying toddler; she couldn’t understand most of the reasons he could give her, but her mind had picked up on a problem that sounded too mature to her knowledge.

Finally, you sighed and tried to think of something the books you had bought about ‘being a good mother’ could hide.

“Look, baby” you started, and Claire looked at you through the tears. “There is a space, inside our bodies… where we keep the love for the people that matters to us. Do you remember how we love with the heart?”

Claire nodded, and hugged the plushie closer to her body.

“Well, right now, in my heart, there is love for daddy, for you and for a lot of people. Your cousins, your aunts and uncles. I didn’t stop loving daddy because you were born”

“But – t’at no s’me!” she cried out, and Chris made her look at him.

“It’s the same, baby” he used his deep, paternal voice that he only got when he was talking about something important or scolding her. The toddler focused all her attention on him, and swallowed down the tears. “When a new person appear for you to love, you don’t have to throw other away. There is enough space in our heart for al least one hundred people more”

“T’ats a lot” Claire mumbled. She looked at you for confirmation, and when you nodded, she looked down to the plushie and petted its head softly, as if it was a dog. “We don’ ‘ave to worry, Banana. I tell you”

The little girl grabbed his father’s t-shirt and pulled him close until a sandwich of the Evan’s family was made. Looking to the clock of your nightstand, Chris watched as the four o’clock rolled by, and that was another night where he couldn’t probably go back to sleep.

When he so many times had dreamt with having a family, he didn’t expect so many sleepless nights. He expected laughs, dirty diapers and trips to the toy store to have fun himself. And a lot of family reunions with his friends and family where he got to brag about a kid and his wife. He didn’t thought of the vomits on his favourite shirts, of having to fight with the other mothers about theirs kids and vaccines, or about tying so many shoes in a day.

Still, fatherhood was the best thing that he could think of. And he was sure of it when he looked at the two girls sleeping in his bed, tugged into his hide for the rest of his life.

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) x Luke Patterson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Requested by anonymous

"I think you're overreacting," Scott says.

Tufts of grass flatten beneath their feet as they walk through the field. He sidesteps to avoid a flower with a ladybug on it and accidentally bumps into Luke.

Or at least, he would have if he could; it's more like accidentally putting his arm through his arm.

He flashes a sheepish smile as Luke raises an eyebrow with a twitch of his own lips. Then he's shaking his head.

"No way! This is a totally normal, valid reaction to be having," Luke argues, hands moving wildly as if that'll do anything to emphasize how right he is.

Scott breaks off a stick of the kitkat he swiped from the fridge before they left. He passes it to Luke, then breaks off another for himself. Biting off a quick piece, he gives another shake of his head and holds up a finger as he waits until he's swallowed the minty chocolate before speaking again.

"It's one song," he reasons. "What's the worst that could actually come out of teaming up with them for one song?"

"I -- well--" Luke splutters but no actual coherent thought seems able to form until he just exclaims, "It just feels like a really bad idea! Carrie doesn't like us, so why would she want to perform with us and Nick? There has to be an angle!"

Scott hums and raises his eyebrows, taking another bite of the kitkat. His shoe scuffs a stone as they finally reach the outskirts of the lake.

Making an exasperated little noise, Luke throws his hands up, insisting, "I'm right! Something weird is going on! Nick and Carrie have both been acting really... off lately."

Scott shrugs but actually takes a moment to consider what he's saying.

"I don't know, it seems like they just wanna perform with you guys. Which, I totally get why, now that I've seen Julie and the Phantoms live." He grins at him and it elicits a twitch at the corner of Luke's mouth and his eyes darting to the ground. "But it makes sense."

The smile slips again and Luke frowns at the stones, kicking a few of them as they finally stop walking.

"I just..." he starts, but trails off, pressing his lips together.

"It's okay to be wary," Scott tells him softly. "Especially after everything you've been through with Caleb. I get it. And, if it's really bothering you, I'll help you look into it. Keep an eye on them both, see if there really is more to it."

Luke shifts his gaze to him, his eyes wide. "Really? You will? Even though you think I'm overreacting?"

"With the way our lives are, I'm beginning to think that there's no such thing." Luke's smile makes a reappearance, to Scott's silent delight. "So, yeah. I'll help. And I want you to promise me one thing."

Luke's already nodding, head perked up like a puppy that heard the word walk.

"Anything," he promises.

"When I go back home in a few weeks... visit me sometime?" His skin warms at just allowing the words to leave the safety of his mind, and he can't help hurrying to out a rope to pull himself back in. "If you and Reggie and Alex are still around, obviously. And only if you want to. I know Beacon Hills might not be your kinda thing -- small town, full of werewolves and... other..."

Luke's just staring at him with this look and this smile. The kind that's just waiting for him to finish talking so he can give the answer that's sitting patiently.

"... things," Scott finishes quietly, with a nervous chuckle. His heart is beating to the rhythm of why did you say that? Why did you not just stop after come visit me?!

It's not a nice rhythm. Quite unpleasant, actually, a bit too fast for his liking.

"I like the sound of 'other things,'" Luke teases. Scott's so distracted by it that he nearly doesn't notice his fraction of a step forward. Nearly, because he does catch it, despite Luke's captivating smile and big, wide eyes. "Of course I'll visit. It only takes two seconds for me to poof from here to there. I'll visit so much you'll get sick of me."

Scott laughs because it really is funny. "I don't think that's even possible."

"Noted."

Luke bites his lip as if it'll hide how wide his smile is trying to stretch his mouth. Neither of them says anything about it. They finish the kitkat, change the topic, and throw stones into the lake.

All the while, Scott's thinking about what it would be like if the rules of ghosts were different and they could actually touch.

But dwelling on it makes his face even warmer and Luke starts pointing out his smiling for no reason with this teasing voice and adorably persistent pestering to find out the reason for it, so he tries not to.

It doesn't mean that he can stop himself from doing so when Luke keeps sneaking glances at him every so often. Like he's wondering the same thing. Running through the same scenarios like scenes of a movie that'll never actually be released.

But they have the trailer, at least. The rest, they can keep on imagining and never have to be disappointed by the ending.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #teen wolf #scott mccall #luke patterson #scott x luke #luke x scott #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#I FORGOT TO TAG IT GODDAMN SHXHSHSH

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daughterofluthien · 4 years

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Fictober - Day 7

Prompt number: 7. “yes I did, what about it?” Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: T Characters/Relationships: Kira Yukimura/Scott McCall; Kira Yukimura & Melissa McCall Word Count: 1557 Warnings/Tags: burn injuries (aftermath), hurt/comfort, light romantic content A/N: Episode tag to 5x05 “Novel Approach, A”

I did this I did this I did this

Kira stood in the doorway of Scott’s bedroom, and all she felt was sick.

“So you’re saying his pain will get worse before it gets better?” She knew she sounded afraid — knew that she should probably be strong for him instead — but she didn’t think she could stand seeing him in pain again.

Mrs. McCall nodded. “Now to be clear, I only have experience with burn patients who heal at a much slower rate, so I assume the whole process will happen faster. But probably, yeah.” She winced sympathetically. “Sorry, kiddo.”

Scott shifted, and he didn’t make any noise, but was obviously breathing carefully against the pain. “I’ll be fine, Mom, thanks.”

“Okay.” Mrs. McCall didn’t look fully convinced — or maybe that was Kira just projecting, because she certainly wasn’t convinced that Scott was going to be fine — but she nodded and squeezed Scott’s shoulder on what Kira assumed was one of the few unburned patches of skin.

Then, instead of leaving, she turned to look at Kira. “Could I talk to you outside for a second?”

Oh god.

Wordlessly, because she honestly had no idea what she was supposed to say, Kira nodded. She followed Scott’s mom out of the room.

Once they were in the hallway, Mrs. McCall suddenly looked a lot less professional and a lot more worried. “Okay. Can you please tell me what the hell happened out there tonight? I thought you guys were just going to go talk to someone.”

She didn’t sound accusatory, per se. But Kira was pretty sure that would change once she heard any of the story. She glanced back at the door, instead. “You know he can still hear us out here, right?”

“He could hear us if we were having this conversation across the street, and frankly I don’t have the energy to walk that far tonight. So what happened?”

What had happened?

“Well, um.” Kira took a deep breath, and Mrs. McCall raised her eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. Before she could think better of it, she plunged into, well, something of an explanation. Not that she really remembered enough to explain. “According to Stiles and Lydia, I disrupted the natural energy of the building? And there was a reaction. A bad reaction.” The next few words came out in a rush. “It’s my fault and I don’t even really remember but I did it. It’s my fault.”

Mrs. McCall held out a placating hand. “Whoa okay, slow down. You said you don’t really remember? What do you remember?”

“I remember electricity arcing out of my hands, just like, on its own. And then I... fainted, I guess? And the next thing I know, Scott’s carrying me out of the building. I only started to wake up once we got outside.”

The first thing she had heard was the sound of Scott being electrocuted, and she really hated that she already knew what that sounded like. Or more accurately, Kira knew what it sounded like when she electrocuted Scott.

Last time it had been her hand on a dial — this time it was just her hands.

“I woke up and he was already so burned and it was my fault and I’m so sorry—” Kira knew that she should really shut up now or leave or—

“Hold on, you said you fainted?”

The question startled Kira out of talking, because that was without a doubt the least important thing that happened last night. “I— Yes, I did.” She wondered if she sounded as confused as she felt. “What about it?”

“Kira, are you okay?”

That was a stupid question, because of course she was fine. Her foxfire only ever hurt other people, and sometimes that was just really, really unfair.

“I’m pretty sure you could plug me into the city’s electrical grid and nothing would happen to me. Actually, no, someone already did that. And the only thing that happened was that I blacked out the entire town.” She closed her eyes, and when she spoke again, she almost couldn’t hear herself. “Scott got hurt that time, too.”

Mrs. McCall nodded. “Yeah, he did. And guess what, it wasn’t your fault that time either.”

“But I—”

Mrs. McCall didn’t give her a chance to finish. “Last time it was Barrow, this time it was— I don’t know, whoever forgot to put a ‘no entry for kitsunes’ sign on the door.” She leveled her with a look that was both firm and kind at the same time. “But it wasn’t you.”

“But Scott’s still hurt.” Kira’s voice broke, and she hated how scared she sounded. How scared she actually was.

Mrs. McCall pulled her into a hug. “I know. And trust me, I know exactly how terrifying it is to see him like that.”

Kira believed it, because Mrs. McCall sounded scared, too. She didn’t know when she had started crying, but Mrs. McCall’s shoulder was damp where her face was buried. “He’s healing, right? He’s gonna be okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I think so. But it’s not gonna be fun, especially once his nerve endings start to heal.” Mrs. McCall pulled back slightly and looked down at Kira. “I bet he’d appreciate it if someone was in there with him while his body’s getting itself straightened out. You think you can do that?”

Kira swiped a hand across her eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good.” Mrs. McCall jerked her head back toward Scott’s door, and Kira could’ve sworn she looked relieved. “Now get in there and hold your boyfriend’s hand.”

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She almost reconsidered the decision once she was back in Scott’s room, because he really did look awful. While a few areas of skin were the normal, standard brown, his body was covered in patches that were either a charred and cracked black, or an angry, blistered red.

He opened his eyes when she entered, and almost immediately furrowed his brow in concern. “You okay?”

She nodded and tried for a smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks to you.”

Scott didn’t look like he fully believed her, but he didn’t call her on the lie. “I— I didn’t know what to do. I just knew I had to get you out.” He struggled to sit up a little further in the bed, so he could look her in the eyes. “She’s right, you know. You didn’t do this.”

After making sure that his hand was relatively burn-free, she wrapped her own around it. “I know. But you’re still hurt.”

“I’ll heal.”

She nodded. “Yeah. But that doesn’t make it okay.” She rubbed her thumb softly over smooth skin and wondered if that area of his hand had already healed, or if it managed to escape the arcing bolts of electricity.

He entwined his fingers with hers, and squeezed her hand gently. “I’m better now that you’re here.”

She almost laughed, because from anyone else that would’ve sounded impossibly cheesy, but it was just so… Scott. “When I woke up... I was so scared. I think I almost lost you tonight, and I can’t—”

Scott squeezed her hand again. “Yeah. Me too.” Careful not to disturb any burns, he nodded at the bed beside him. “You know you can come up if you want.”

She gave him a little half smile and shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” He tried to resituate himself against the pillows and winced. “Please?”

She fixed him with a playfully severe look. “Only if you promise you’ll stop trying to move. Okay?”

He responded with a small grin, and she was more than relieved to see it. “I promise.”

“Okay, then.” Kira held up her end of the bargain, and slipped onto the bed beside him. She lay on her side, facing him, and kept his hand held firmly in hers.

True to his word, he turned his head to look at her, but otherwise didn’t try to move. Not for the first time, she thought that his eyes were the kind that you could get lost in.

“I love you, Kira.” He said it softly, like a secret and a promise all wrapped up in one. “It’s okay if you can’t say it back, you don’t have to. But I do.”

She wasn’t sure she could yet, not after what had happened tonight because of her. But Scott didn’t seem to want to rush it, so maybe that was okay.

Instead of responding, Kira propped herself up on her elbow and leaned over him, ever so carefully. She ran a hand through his short hair and kissed him gently, his lips moving under hers.

Scott reached up to brush a lock of hair out of her face, and technically it was breaking the no moving rule — but she was staring straight at him and it didn’t seem to hurt him, so she figured it was okay. She leaned into his touch. “Thank you.”

Her whisper was barely audible, but she knew he would hear it.

He nodded, and she leaned down to kiss him one more time, then settled down onto the pillow beside him, his hand in hers.

It had been a very long night, and they both needed to get some sleep.

#fictober20 #scott mccall #kira yukimura #scira #melissa mccall #teen wolf #this is without a doubt the shippiest thing i have ever written #blame mem for this

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thunderbird-one-ai · 4 years

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A shoulder to lean on

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go

Rating: Teen

Characters: Scott, Alan

Alan and Scott have been caught in a building that collapsed. Apart from some minor injuries both seem to be okay. Until one of them isn't.

Finally got the second @badthingshappenbingo prompt for the wonderful @neuroticphysiologist with the prompt of ‘Doesn’t realise they’ve been injured’ with Alan.

Sorry it took so long to get the second one out I moved out of my parents out and stress levels hit the roof ha ha but I’m hopefully going to be posting some more prompts soonish depending on if I get writers block.

Alan couldn’t understand why mum never came to pick him up anymore. One day Scott showed up instead, and Alan just followed him home from then on. Dad said that mum had gone away forever but will still be watching us from above, but all Alan wanted to do was see mum and he couldn’t. Apart from John who was always looking up at the sky, he always heard Scott talk of how the sky was so different when you were up so high. Alan loved hearing about how high dad and Scott would travel up in the air. He thought that they were meeting mum sometimes they were gone for so long. Alan wanted to do the same, he wanted to see mum too! He wanted to fly just like his Dad and Scott. Alan may have been young, but he knew what high meant. That’s why he started trying to get to all the high spots in the house. One day he found that the window in Johns room lead to a higher place on the house, a place outside that he’d never seen before. He was excited, thinking he might see mum again finally. But sadly, he couldn’t find her and once his dad found him, Johns room was always closed unless someone else was in the room with Alan. Wherever Alan went he always wanted to be high up, just in case, he saw a glimpse of mum. Having a day out in the park? Alan would climb the highest playing frame. Going shopping with Dad or grandma? Alan would race to the highest floor and press himself up against the window. Alan, however, could never get high up when he walked home with Scott. He had to always hold Scott's hand when they walked home meaning Alan couldn’t climb anything and he wasn’t very happy about that. “Alan please stop tugging you know you’re not allowed to climb when dad isn’t around,” Alan looked over to his older brother. “But Scott! You climb all the time!” Alan said annoyed, slowly trying to get to a rather high looking wall. “Alan no, you know the rules. Don’t climb anything now otherwise you won’t be allowed to climb in the park later,” “But you are always so high up! Why can’t I be as high as you!” Alan pouted and he saw his older brother smile softly. “You’ll get taller…. probably,” “I want to be tall now!” Alan saw Scott sigh and move in front of him before kneeling, hands behind him. “If you want to be as tall as me then get on my back, I can show you how I see,” Alan saw Scott smile softly to him. Alan couldn’t contain his excitement; he ran up and jumped onto his big brothers back. Alan moved his arms around Scott’s shoulders and held on as tight as he could, just like he did when holding onto the play bars in the park so he wouldn’t fall. When Scott stood up, Alan's eyes widened. It was amazing! The wall he tried to climb before was now below him. He could even see over the large bushes! Alan was so excited, maybe now he could see mum since he was as tall as his brother now. He moved his head forward, pressing it up against Scott's cheek, making sure to see exactly what his older brother was seeing. Maybe they would see mum together. Once they got home, Alan was a little upset that they couldn’t see mum. Alan so badly wanted to have piggybacks more often and Scott promised that he could get a piggyback every time they walked home. Some days, Scott would run and jump, sending Alan higher into the air. They both laughed and Scott would talk about mum whilst Alan looked for her. But in the end, he never did see her.

TBTBTBTBTBTBTB

Alan groaned as he came to, his head was pounding, and his left leg was killing him. Alan opened his eyes to the same pitch-black he was starring at under his eyelids The world was black around him. He tried to move but that only sent a wave of pain shooting up from his left leg. He moved a hand up to his helmet and switched on the lights, looking around. Debris littered the immediate vicinity around him. He tilted his head down to light up his left leg. He found the source of his pain, his ankle was at a stomach-wrenching angle, no doubt broken. He blinked a few times, forcing himself to clear his head and remember the events beforehand. Soon information flooded back to him. Earthquakes, trapped civilians, helping Scott. Alan gasped as he looked around, causing his ankle to protest. Where was Scott? His brother was nowhere near him. Alan thought back to being he has been knocked unconscious. They had been making there way back up to the surface before they felt the second quake start. The already damaged building couldn’t have supported itself anymore and must have collapsed, with them still inside. “Scott….Scott, do you read me? Come in Scott,” Alan said although he just got static as a response. Alan again tried to move but it only caused him to swear quietly, god forbid Grandma ever finding out about that. Alan knew he had to move, this buildings structural integrity was already non-existent and could very likely again, he had to find Scott before he could high tail it out of there. But with his ankle the way it was, he doubted he’d get very far. He leant back against the wall, looking around taking in everything he could see, hoping to create an escape plan. He was halfway through thinking about hopping before the movement of rubble caught his attention. “Alan? Alan you here?” Alan let out a sigh of relief when he heard Scott's voice. “Scott! I’m over here!” he sat up straight again as he saw his brother run towards him. “Alan!” Scott knelt next to him. “That ankle doesn’t look good. Are you hurt anywhere else?” “Besides a slight headache, I’m okay. Just can’t walk very well…at all,” Alan knew that wouldn’t stop Scott from worrying, he was proven right when Scott started to look him over, just to make sure Alan wasn’t hiding anything else from him. “We need to move, my communicator got busted when the building collapsed. I couldn’t get hold of you so I started searching. I think we fell at least one floor. We need to walk out of the building before we can contact anyone,” Scott said, and Alan nodded in agreement. Once Alan tried to move the lights on his helmet flickered before going out entirely. Just his luck, his helmet getting damaged in all this. Scott’s helmet was the only source of light now. “Looks like that hit to the head did more damage to the helmet than you thankfully,” Scott said before moving in front of Alan, the light illuminating what was left of the room. “Alan shuffle forward and lean against my back, I’m going to have to carry you out.” Alan went to protest but he knew Scott wasn’t going to leave him here to search for help, that wasn’t something Scott did. With some slow movements and pained groans, Alan was against Scott’s back, arms around his older brothers’ shoulders. When Scott slowly stood up, Alan swore he heard the faintest groan leave his brother's lips but thought of it to be nothing more than Alan being a little bigger compared to when they were younger. Once Scott moved his hands under Alan's thighs he started to move slowly over the debris, making sure to jolt Alan's ankle as little as possible. The floor would creak and cracks in the concrete could be heard. Sometimes Scott stopped so the floor would seemingly calm down before moving again. Other times he would stop to catch his breath, Alan would offer to get off his back, but Scott would simply shake his head and continue. They were both aware that another aftershock could happen at any time and without contact from Thunderbird five. they had no idea if or when that would happen. They had to move fast to avoid more injuries. Alan could tell Scott was getting worn out, his movements over the debris were slower, almost as if it took more thinking power to know where Scott was placing his feet. He also heard Scotts breathing slowly get louder as this journey went on and yet the breaks did nothing to help. It then occurred to Alan that he hadn’t even asked if Scott was hurt. “Scott, did you get hurt at all when we fell through the floor?” Alan asked frowning. “Think I hit my head a little, no nausea though so I don’t think I have a concussion but didn’t really think about it. Was focused on trying to find you,” Scott replied with breaths between most words. “Besides, I can rest once we get home.” “Plan on piggybacking me back to the island huh?” Alan said smiling getting a small chuckle from Scott below him. “Maybe one day we can try doing that, you didn’t really get any taller so it might still work.” “Hey! I’m not that short! You’re just…really tall that’s all,” Alan pouted and resorted to lightly banging his head against Scotts, it only made his older brother chuckle again. “Al-an , Sc-tt come in!” Alan jumped as the new panicked voice of another brother. He moved an arm up to open his comms. “John! I read you,” Alan replied “Alan! Glad you hear your voice. Are you okay? We haven’t been able to contact Scott yet,” John said through comms. “He’s with me right now, his comms got busted when the building fell on us,” “Injuries?” “My ankle’s killing me and we’ve both hit our heads but we’re okay. We’re almost at the edge of the building now,” “And make sure Virgil is there waiting for us so he can get Alan sorted!” Scott butted in making Alan roll his eyes. The prospect of seeing daylight again was most likely the reason why Scott upped his pace, that’s what Alan concluded anyway. Once they were approaching a collapsed wall, it began to crumble, revealing the midday sun shining bright. Virgil and Gordon were both there waiting, Virgil looking worried but Gordon looking almost amused at the predicament Alan was in. Something which Alan would have to get him back for eventually. Once they got near Thunderbird Two Alan slid down Scott’s back, keeping his focus on Virgil, mainly to make sure that Virgil got some comfort in the fact he wasn’t dying. Alan definitely wasn’t expecting both Gordon and Virgil to gasp in horror. Alan frowned looking down at himself and realised what they were worried about. His front section was covered red. Virgil was the first to move, helping Alan onto a stretcher and into Thunderbird Two. It was strange, Alan didn’t feel any pain at all, not even on the journey to the edge of the building with Scott. That didn’t stop him worrying though, it was quite a bit of blood. Alan let Virgil work, placing a bio scanner on him, checking on the possible chest wound but Alan noticed his frown of worry turn into a frown of confusion. “Alan undo your suit now,” Vigil demanded, and Alan complied, ‘don’t mess with medic mode Virgil,’ Alan thought to himself. When Alan got the front of his suit lowered, he looked to his chest and frowned as well. His chest was clean, apart from some bruising that was probably from the fall. No cuts, there wasn’t a wound on his chest so where did all the blood come from? Alan thought back to the rescue, wondering if it was any of them who might have been bleeding, but he couldn’t recall any of the public injured that badly. Alan paled and looked up to Virgil. No words were needed before Virgil got the hint and bolted out of Thunderbird Two over to Thunderbird One. Alan was putting the upper half of his suit back on and following his older brothers. By the time he got outside Thunderbird Two, he already saw Virgil leaning over a very still Scott on the floor, he hadn’t even made it back to his thunderbird. He was lying on his front and Alan saw what the cause for the blood loss was. There was a massive gash cutting through his suit going halfway down his back. Now everything that happened in the building made sense. Scott’s slowing movements, the struggle to draw breath in properly. Scott was struggling and Alan didn’t even realise. “Come on Scott, don’t give up on me. You held on this long you idiot,” Alan heard Virgil mumble as he saw him trying to stem the flow. “Let us get him to Thunderbird two Now,” TBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTB Scott groaned softly as he moved his head slightly. As he opened his eyes, he was rudely greeted by the blinding light of the islands infirmary. Scott brought his mind to a halt. Island infirmary, what was he doing here? “Try not to sit up too quickly Scott, you’re going to collapse again,” Virgil said to Scott’s right, making Scott turn to face him as his eyes got accustomed to the light. In true Scott fashion, he didn’t listen to Virgil but the pulling on his back soon made him freeze. It was a very uncommon sensation. Something was pulling his back, that’s how Scott could describe it anyway. “Ah, didn’t think the pain killers would get rid of it completely. But now I’m glad so I can have a proper scalding at you. I mean what were you thinking! Carrying Alan on your back for almost an hour knowing full well you were in this state!” Scott physically winced when Virgil shouted. Medic mode Virgil was not someone you wanted to mess with because it normally ended with the patient spending the journey back in Two asleep. The fact that Virgil was absolutely fuming meant he’d done something, but Scott was sure he wasn’t that bad. He knew he hit his head but there was only a slight headache nothing else. The tugging sensation from his back then made him think. “I guess I got more banged up than I thought huh….” Scott said absent-mindedly. “A little more banged up? Scott, you hardly breathing when we got to you outside One! Your back needed stitches and we still aren’t sure if an infection won’t settle in yet! You are grounded until you can walk without ripping your wound open again,” Grounded? No, he couldn’t be grounded. It wasn’t long ago that brains had decoded the message sent from Dad. Everyone needed to be at their best to make sure they could find a way to get to him in time. If Scott was grounded, then he couldn’t help getting to dad. “Virgil, I know you’re angry I really do but I genuinely thought I was okay. I didn’t feel a thing! I was worried about Alan and I even told him I banged my head. But I felt fine I swear!” Scott looked up to Virgil, hoping to show how sincere he was. There was a moment of silence. “Your version of fine is much different to actually being fine you know that?” Virgil said, his voice instantly calmer making Scott sigh mentally the unspoken words clearly getting through to him. “Speaking of fine. Can I go now? Since I’m grounded, I’ve got game time to squeeze in,” Scott looked over to his right seeing Alan fashioning a bright red cast around his left ankle. “Alan! You’re okay?” Scott asked worried getting a nod from Alan. “Well Virgil said it was a clean break which is better at healing so only a few weeks off, I guess. Meaning more game time,” Alan said smiling. “More like more revision time, I’m pretty sure I heard Grandma talking about getting some more lessons online for you to complete whilst you are at home,” Virgil said making Alans smile drop immediately. “Aw man, you’ve got to be kidding me! The new instalment of crime racers came out yesterday!” Alan slumped back into his bed sulking, causing the two older Tracy’s in the room to chuckle. “He seems fine to me…” Scott smiled looking back to Virgil who sat down on his bed and spoke in a quieter tone, no doubt so Alan couldn’t hear. “I know you’ve got dad on your mind and believe me; we want to get him back as much as you do. This injury isn’t going to be a setback okay? We can do just as much on the island sitting in one position as we can in the hanger, give or take a few things. But it isn’t just up to you to help get him back. Lean on us for a bit. We can take it, even the squirt over there can,” Virgil’s comment made Scott chuckle quietly again. “Thanks Virgil…. we’ll get him back, together.”

#bad things bingo #bad things happen bingo #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds 2015 #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #alan tracy #scott whump #alan whump

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miyamorana · 3 years

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First Lines

Stolen from @katvonbirb

Rules are: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.

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Tinsel and Mistletoe (VLD)

The sun is peeking through the curtains, the single ray of pale morning light landing right on his eyelid. Lance grabs the edge of his bedsheet and drags it over his face, smothering the light and silently cursing his past self for not properly drawing the curtains shut.

There Be Dragons (HP)

Harry and his godfathers move to London just after his 11th birthday. Sirius’ estranged mother passed away, and he inherited his childhood house.

Finally Free (JatP)

They’re arguing about the harmonies of their newest song when Flynn pushes open the door and announces that Julie and her need to talk about outfits.

“We don’t even have our next gig yet,” Luke replies. “We should finish working out this bridge before talking about costumes.”

Something Cosmic (RNM)

Guerin is… No, not Guerin, Alex admonishes himself. Michael. Michael is waiting for him by the car, leaning against it in a very cowboy posture, thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. He seems relaxed, but the way he quickly licks his bottom lip as he looks at Alex betrays his nerves. Alex smiles softly, pushing down his own nerves knotting his throat.

In the Morning (RNM)

Michael wakes up to a thundering headache, which isn’t fair. He didn’t even have anything to drink – he’s not stupid, he knows his metabolism doesn’t handle alcohol well. He does remember the taste of punch on his lips though. No. Not on his lips.

Rush (TW)

The snow creeks under Stiles’ feet, a soft, muffled sound in the stillness of the night. Everything is soft in the park. Muted, somehow, even though he can see in details he wouldn’t have been able to make out in daylight before.

Recommencement (Merlin)

Arthur déplaça la bougie afin de pouvoir lire le nom de la petite ville à l’orée de la forêt, faisant attention de ne pas faire couler de cire sur la carte. Il n’était pas sûr de quand la nuit était tombée exactement, mais les lampes avaient été allumées et une assiette de nourriture, toujours pleine et désormais froide, avait été posée à côté de lui.

Of Magic and Duty (LoL)

Sometimes, Darius wonders how long Zaun is going to last before some experiment accidentally turns its already heavily polluted atmosphere completely toxic, or maybe simply makes the whole place explode. He just hopes it doesn’t happen while he’s there. That would be a very disappointing way to die.

In Earth’s Cradle (DA2)

Fenris moves through the battle, Fade-stepping to get faster, to dodge attacks and projectiles. One second he’s not-quite-there, and the enemy sword is ripping through air, the next he’s material again, his fist becoming solid inside the soldier’s chest, flesh and bone ripping to make space for him.

He’ll Bite (CA)

Sam’s the one who finds Bucky, or maybe Bucky finds Sam, neither mentioned much about how it happened but now Bucky’s sitting in Sam’s kitchen, hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, and Steve doesn’t know what to say.

Sugar and Spice (Angel)

Wolfram & Hart is no more, and Angel Investigations moved back into the Hyperion hotel. Spike tagged along, because really he has no other place to go to, and he did help save the world after all. (“Twice!” he would insist on pointing out.)

It Must Be (BtVS)

“You cannot tell anyone,” Anya hears as she walks past the door to Dawn’s room.

She stops, carefully tiptoes towards said door and presses her ear against the wooden panel. What is Dawn up to this time? With the First after them, they really don’t have time for more of Dawn’s teenage crisis. She thought they were past this.

Derrière la Porte (TW)

Pourquoi est-ce que personne ne lui avait dit que les études universitaires, c’est dur? Stiles se masse le front dans l’ascenseur, essayant de faire disparaître le début de mal de tête qu’il sent déjà poindre. Il est tard, plus tard que l’heure à laquelle il rentre d’habitude, et son portable n’a plus de batterie, aussi espère-t-il que Derek ne se soit pas trop inquiété.

Sleepless (DA2)

Fenris first notices it after they kill the dragon at the Bone Pit. Well, the new one. Hawke has a claw stuck through her arm, and though she says it’s fine he insists on dragging her to the clinic, even if he has to break the door and shake Anders awake. There is no door-breaking or shaking required, because even though it’s so late some might call it early Anders is up, working, organising the potions on his shelves and listing the things he’ll need to procure soon.

Dearest Laura (TW)

Dearest Laura,

I've been staring at these two words for the last ten minutes, wondering how to start this, but I'm not even sure why I sat down with paper and pen in the first place. Maybe I'm feeling lonely, now that Derek and uncle Peter are gone. Maybe I'm feeling guilty... guilty of so many things, none the least what happened all those years ago.

Cyberwolf (TW)

There are many ways to cheat death if you have the knowledge and the resources, Peter had once said in one of his weird speeches in which he gives you disturbing information you didn’t want, and none of the information you actually need. They were probably discussing the subject of Lydia’s nature, and wondering how Peter had been able to use that to come back from the dead, which still made absolutely zero sense to Stiles. But the words had stuck in his mind, burrowed deep, and started growing into questions and ideas.

Respite (TW)

Derek’s eyes open as he gasps for breath, panicking. For a second, he doesn’t remember where he is. For a second, he can still feel the arms of his nightmare holding him up, can still feel his claws sinking into Boyd’s chest, Boyd’s energy seep out of him and into Derek.

In Wolf Skin (TW)

“No,” Stiles says, pointing a finger at the teenager in front of him. “No no no! You give it back right now!”

New Spark (TW)

Isaac is sitting on Scott’s bed, shuffling through the songs on Scott’s ipod, trying to find one he can actually focus on. There’s no use, he can’t help himself, his ears stay tuned to the sound of Scott and his mom’s conversation downstairs.

Burning Embers (TW)

Peter looks down at Cora’s face, trying to match the features of the teenager in front of him with his memories of the eleven-year-old kid he last saw half-an-hour before the fire. Her presence here makes no sense. She must have been in her bedroom, doing homework, when the house burst into flames.

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Firstly, it is sad that I had to go back all the way to 2013 for my last 20 fics. I really need to write more. T_T

As for a pattern, idk, I don’t really see one? Sometimes I drop the reader in the middle of things, sometimes I set up a scene with descriptions, sometimes I go into a character’s head... Do you see a pattern in my fic openings?

My favorite of these is a toss up between In Wolf Skin and Tinsel and Mistletoe, I think, even though they are very very different.

I’m “tagging” anyone who feels like doing this?

#writing #fandom #fanfics #long post #meme

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one-shot-plus-size · 3 years

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From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC

Jax’s sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.

Chapters 20/20

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)

Part 19

I was finally able to sign a contract to buy a new place for me. Just like Bishop said, he did. He helped me push my case and all the documentation to make the loft mine as soon as possible. Immediately after the deal was finalized I went to my new home. You entered through the living room, underneath the mezzanine was a space for the kitchen. After a metal staircase you went upstairs where there was a large space for a beautiful bedroom and a desk to work. I smiled under my breath and already imagined how I would arrange this place. I went out on the balcony, the view stretched over the streets of the town. I went down to the first floor and through the sliding door I looked out onto the garden. A perfectly arranged place for a beautiful garden, even though it was the roof of the building. I was pulled out of my planning by the sound of the phone.

- What's up Reyes?

- Remember we're having lunch? - Ez laughed on the phone.

- Grab something to go and come to my new place. I'll text you the address.

- Okay Querida, see you then.

I texted Reyes the address of my new place, sat down on the stairs leading to the floor and waited for them. After twenty minutes I heard animated conversations in the stairwell.

- Querida - Angel opened the door - are you sure you didn't get the address wrong ?

- He didn't, have a little faith in your brother. - I went up to them.

- What kind of place is this? - Angel looked around.

- My new home - I smiled widely.

- Are you going to live in this den? - he muttered under his breath.

- Dżizas Angel - I groaned - I know that this place is to be renovated but in a few months it will be beautiful here. And finally nobody will throw me out of bed in the morning.

- So you're going to end up living at the club soon? - Ez sat down on the stairs.

- The first thing I'm going to do in this place is the bedroom, to move in here as soon as possible. And then I'll do everything here on an ongoing basis.

- Do you hate sleeping at the club that much ? - Angel was looking at me.

- I can't stand you waking up in the morning, I feel like castrating you and Coco for it. - I took a box of food from Ez, but back to the point, what's going on?

- Why do you assume something is going on? - Angel waved his hand nonchalantly.

- Because you've been looking everywhere but in my eyes since you came in, and Ez has been clenching his fists so tight that his fingers are about to stop bleeding. So that's why I'm assuming something's wrong. And we can solve this in one of two ways, either you tell us what's going on straight up, or you do some bizarre sneaking around. The choice is yours - I sank my teeth into the shrimp.

Angel exchanged a meaningful look with his younger brother. He just breathed and nodded affirmatively.

- Okay, but don't say a word to anyone - Angel pointed his finger at me.

- You know where you can stick that finger - I muttered.

- This is not a joke - Ez rubbed his face with his hand.

- Okay, just say what's going on. As much as I hate wrapping my mind around things and combining things. And you Angel are very good at it.

- Potter is harassing us - the elder Reyes finally chuckled out.

- Lincoln James Potter? - I poked my chopsticks into the pasta.

- Deputy U.S. Attorney - Ez stepped up.

- What does he want from you guys? What did you do again Angel ?

- What makes you think it's because of me?

- I shrugged my shoulders - You're always the one getting into trouble.

- Now we're both in trouble.

I listened to their story for over two hours, they started from scratch and ended with the current state. It took a lot for me not to pick my jaw up off the ground. I think what shocked me the most was that Happy killed their mother. When he was still an assassin for hire. I stared at my hands as Angel told the story and Ez completed the tale.

- A brothel on wheels - I shook my head - what do you expect from me ?

- We know SAMCRO got rid of Charming Potter, they must have something on him.

- Something that would help us get rid of him - Ez looked at me.

- Of course the club can't find out ?

- That would be good - Angel breathed.

- Okay I'll call Chibs and talk to him.

- Thanks Querida - Angel walked up to me - it means a lot to me, I'll owe you. He kissed me on the cheek, Ez did the same.

- That's right - I smiled from ear to ear - both of you will help me with this place, I can't do it all by myself.

- I'm not planting plants - Angel snorted.

- That's not what I'm asking you to do, I'll order the furniture and you'll put it together - I looked at them - I could use your muscles and long arms.

- I'm not a fan of this kind of work, but fine - they both nodded.

- Great, now get out. I have an urgent call to make.

They both kissed me on the cheek and left my place. I went outside and dialed Chibs' number. He picked up after just two beeps.

- Darling - he smiled.

- Hello Scott - I smiled to myself - I hope you are all right.

- I am always busy, but I am not complaining. And how are you?

- I am fine, I just bought an apartment. Although apartment is a big word, it's a loft.

- Something you always dreamed about, right? - He laughed.

- That's right, one day you have to make them come true.

- It's true - he breathed - but I have a feeling you're calling with something interesting for me, right?

- You have always been able to read me like an open book - I laughed - and yes you are right.

- What's going on baby ? Who am I supposed to kill ?

- Jeez Chibs, that's not the kind of thing I call you about. But thanks for the offer. I'll keep it in mind in case someone gets under my skin.

- So what's going on?

- I know that my very clever little brother has somehow gotten Potter out of Charming. Tell me how ? What he had on him.

- Tell me, is he bothering you? Shall I take care of him ?

- He doesn't bother me personally, but he bothers my friends. Privately, he sticks his nose into things that aren't his own, and I'd like to get rid of him.

- I have quite a file on him, but I think it's enough for you that during one of his affairs he slept with a witness and made her baby. He took her away afterwards, but Jackson found out where. Potter is in contact with this woman all the time, paying her for the baby. I have an appointment with Bishop next week to see him. I can drop you his file then.

- Chibs, I want Bishop and his club to know nothing. I don't want to cause them any trouble or unnecessary problems. You know, they got a lot on their plate, can you keep it quiet for me?

- As long as if something bad happens, you tell me. You call me and tell me everything, okay?

- Since when are you so overbearing?

- Since I rule a bunch of asses - he groaned.

- New name for the club - I laughed.

- So we're on?

- Sure. Thanks, Chibs. For everything. I was looking at the stars. You were there for him till the end.

- Always, baby, always. I love you and I'll see you later.

- I love you too and I'll see you later - I hung up.

I looked at the time on my phone, 6:45 a.m. I turned off the light, closed the door and headed to Bishop's. We finally had an appointment for our second date, point seven I stood in front of his door. There was music coming from inside, I smiled softly and knocked a few times. After a few moments the door opened and Bishop stood smiling broadly. He was wearing dark jeans, a shirt with three buttons undone and socks.

- Ok, so this time I'm the one who didn't dress up - I breathed - sorry, I sat in the loft.

- Querida you always look beautiful - he kissed me on the cheek and dragged me into the house - if you want you can take a shower and I will give you some of my sweatpants and a T-shirt. What do you think ?

- Sounds like a plan - I smiled.

Bishop led me into the bathroom and handed me some sweatpants and a T-shirt. He went back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready. I took a quick shower and slipped on sweatpants and a T-shirt. The clothes were too big for me but it was enough that they smelled of Bishop. We spent a nice time over dinner and then cuddled on the couch in front of the TV.

- I like seeing you in my things - Bishop purred in my ear - it's like you're already mine.

I lifted my head and looked into his eyes, he was smiling broadly at me.

- Will you be Reina De Los Mayans ?

- Sometimes I forget how sexy this language is - I smiled slightly - but I don't know a damn thing about it.

- You see, I sometimes forget that you don't know it - he kissed me on the lips - become the Queen of the Mayans, my queen.

I bit my lower lip and stared into his eyes.

- I have one condition - I'll break away from him.

- What condition? - He furrowed his brow.

- If this is going to work between us, no secrets. I want to know everything, about you, the club and everything. I'll be honest with you myself.

- I'm not entirely sure I should drag you into club shit.

- Remember, I grew up in SAMCRO, a much more violent and fucked-up club than yours. I can take a lot of shit.

I saw in Bishop's eyes that he was conflicted, that he didn't know what was better.

- Think about it, you don't have to answer now. - I snuggled into his side. He put his arm around me and kissed my head.

- If you want to know everything then we are in for a long night. - He squeezed my hand.

I lifted my head and smiled from ear to ear. He leaned into me and kissed me deeply, his large hand encompassed my cheek. I smiled into the kiss, he pulled away from me and kissed my nose.

- To let everyone know that you are mine now - he rose and walked over to one of the shelves.

I looked at him, he was rummaging through one of the caskets. After a moment he pulled something out and sank down next to me on the couch. Between his index finger and thumb he held one of his rings.

- Now everyone will know that you are Reina De Los Mayans, that you are my queen.

I grabbed the ring and looked at it closely. Its shape perfectly mirrored the club logo, it was silver and large. I slipped it on my middle finger, moved my hand away and looked at it closely.

- It will look perfect when I show my middle finger to Reyes - I laughed.

- That's why I know you're the perfect woman to handle this bunch of kids. That whatever they do, you will always love and care for them. And I hope you take care of old El Presidente.

- Of course I will - I looked at him - after all, I love him.

- And he loves you too.

#Jax Teller #chibs telford #Jackie Boy #Jackson Teller #filip telford #chucky #olivia teller #soa #sons of anarchy #SAMCRO #Mayans MC #mayans fandom #obispo bishop losa #obispo losa #bishop losa #angel reyes

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erisgregory · 4 years

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If you're looking for prompts. The pack finds out about Stiles and Derek being in relationship is always a good basic one that I could never get enough of :D Or if you're looking for something more obscure I would be forever grateful for Derek/Stiles/original male character but not like just a threesome more like actual loving poly relationship ( you can make it T, M or E I don't care, I will be happy with either)

So I’m planning on doing both, but I wanted to go ahead and publish the first one here. Thank you for the two prompts! I hope you like what I’ve come up with so far!

I Must Be Seeing Blind

Rated E

“You nearly got yourself captured and it could have been so much worse! You aren’t going with us tonight!” Derek was practically roaring the words in his face.

Stiles was backed up to one of the columns in the loft, but that didn’t stop him from trying to shove at Derek’s chest. Derek didn’t move, but Stiles didn’t care. He was pissed off and he refused to be dismissed. He thought since they’d become something of an item, even in secret, Derek would give him more respect than this.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that? I was NOT nearly captured, I had everything under control until you came charging in and got yourself hurt. If you had just kept back this could all be over by now!” Stiles screamed back.

Derek’s eyes flashed red at him and that should have been something of a warning to Stiles but weirdly it sort of worked for him. Derek losing his temper always worked for him, but when he started letting his control slip, Stiles always felt hot under the collar.

Stiles swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as Derek leaned in and pressed his nose to his throat.

“Really? This does it for you?” Derek asked, a snide grin on his face.

Stiles just shrugged one shoulder. “So what? We’re not done here. I’m a vital part of this team and you can’t leave me behind.”

“Is that so,” Derek asked his voice more like a threat than a question. He still hadn’t moved back again. He was pressed all up along Stiles and scenting him without shame. So really Stiles couldn’t be blamed for letting his head fall back into the column with a thunk.

“Damn straight.” Stiles managed to get out right as Derek bit down on the sensitive part of his neck below his ear. “Bastard. You don’t fight fair.”

“I could say the same to you. How can I concentrate when you smell like sex and taste even better?” Derek asked before crushing their mouths together.

He pulled one of Stiles’ legs up over his hip and ground into him, pressing his hardness against Stiles’ and causing Stiles to cry out into the kiss. He wanted to get Derek’s assurance that he was going with them later, but his mind had gone relatively blank and Derek’s tongue was wickedly distracting in his mouth. Stiles would have to remember where they left off later. He was too invested in getting off all of a sudden.

They hadn’t done much together, granted. They’d only been secretly seeing each other for a few weeks, but Stiles suddenly wanted to take it past groping over clothes. He wanted to get his mouth on Derek, like right the fuck now. Derek seemed to be thinking along similar lines though as he worked open Stiles’ fly so Stiles wasn’t about to complain.

“This okay?” Derek pulled back long enough to ask.

“Hell yes.” Stiles ground out between his teeth. He was already close. It had been way too long since someone else had touched his dick. Not since after winter break and it was summer break now so yeah, he was definitely down for whatever Derek had in mind.

Derek shoved at his jeans and underwear until they pooled around his ankles. “You too.” Stiles insisted and Derek immediately complied. He was so agreeable like this, Stiles would have to remember that, he thought.

Then there was a moment when they were staring at each other a little wildly and Derek broke the stare by taking them both in his hand and jerked them off slowly together.

“Oh my gods.” Stiles exclaimed softly.

Derek captured his mouth again in a searing kiss and began jerking them off faster. There was no way Stiles could last. Not with a literal fantasy coming true and Derek seemingly just as wrecked and needy as he was. He would try blowing Derek another time. Right now he just wanted to come.

Just as Stiles was running out of breath, Derek pulled back, panting against his mouth and pressed their foreheads together. He looked into Stiles’ eyes and whispered, “Come on, come for me.”

Unable to resist the gravelly command Stiles did just that, pulsing over Derek’s fist with a shout and slicking them both up that much more. Derek was close behind him and came with a grunt, still moving his hand until they were both spent and sensitive.

Stiles was going to say something snarky about how Derek couldn’t even last one minute longer than a college kid, but Derek stiffened just a second before someone on the other side of the loft cleared their throat.

Stiles closed his eyes as if he could make the intruder go away, but already he could feel Derek pulling back and getting dressed, so he followed suit and when he turned around there was the whole fricking pack, and how Stiles and Derek had both lost track of time Stiles would never know and now it was too late.

“Gross,” Scott said eloquently.

Stiles wanted to tell him to fuck off because he’d seen his share of shit between Scott and Kira, but he was suddenly worried at how Derek was taking the pack finding them together. He wasn’t looking at Stiles. In fact, he was kind of looking off into the distance as he got his pants fastened. Stiles did the same and hoped no one had actually been able to see anything from their point of view.

“Hey,” Stiles tried, reaching for Derek’s sleeve. Derek turned to him for a second before turning to look at the pack.

They were all just sort of staring except Erica who was looking at her nails and tapping her foot. Stiles could swear Boyd was blushing and Isaac looked as traumatized as Scott. Ethan looked like he wanted to leave. Jackson was smirking at them and Lydia, bless her, looked like she might be pleased with the whole thing, but nobody was saying anything and the longer that went on the more worried Stiles felt.

“Listen.” Stiles started. He didn’t quite know what to say because he and Derek hadn’t really discussed this thing between them. He didn’t know if they were just hooking up for the sake of orgasms or because they were something more. Of course, he wanted to be something more, he hoped that was where this was headed, but now he couldn’t be sure that’s what Derek was thinking.

“I’m bored already, can we just get to the meeting?” Erica asked as she headed for the couch and plopped down. She motioned for Boyd but no one else moved. Stiles could feel his heart starting to break and it both surprised him and humiliated him. He would not be crying in front of Derek fricking Hale, no matter what. He was going to have to make a run for it. He was just about to do that when Derek finally spoke up.

“I have something to say first.” He said. Stiles was genuinely afraid to hear it, but he stayed put.

“Apparently I’ve been an asshole. So I’m rectifying that tonight. My boyfriend is going with us, and this time we need to hear his plan and work with him so he doesn’t get caught by this wendigo. I want us working as a team, is that understood?” He asked.

Stiles could feel that his mouth was hanging open but he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to. Erica just shrugged. Boyd went and sat with her, followed by Kira and Scott and finally Isaac, Jackson, and Lydia who shot him a pleased grin. Scott gave a thumbs up though he still looked shaken.

After everyone was settled, Derek turned to Stiles and asked, “Does that work for you?” And Stiles knew he was asking about the boyfriend thing as well as the plan for the wendigo so he nodded and grinned.

“Yeah, that works great for me.”

After they killed the wendigo Derek initiated a knock before entering rule on his loft and everyone immediately agreed to it. Then he asked Stiles to stay the night and they sat curled up on the couch hashing out their wants and needs in a way that surprised him. He hadn’t known Derek could be so emotionally intelligent. He’d seen glimpses, but he was pretty sure Derek had never said so many words to him in one night.

“This doesn’t mean I’m going to let you risk yourself on a regular basis. You can’t win me over with sex, just so you know.” Derek told him by whispering in his ear and making all the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“No? It seemed to work pretty well earlier.” Stiles teased.

Derek chuckled and kissed his throat. Then he pulled back and looked into Stiles’ eyes. “You’re an important member of this pack, so I promise to do a better job listening to you, but I need you to promise the same thing. That you will listen to me as well and together we can decide what is safe and what isn’t. Deal?”

“Deal.” Stiles agreed. Then he leaned forward and kissed Derek softly.

It was a long time before either of them got any sleep, but Stiles was happy they’d worked it all out. Though just as he was falling asleep wrapped in Derek’s arms he wondered how he was going to get under Derek’s skin if they were both being so agreeable. It was so much fun to get a rise out of him.

“Sleep,” Derek told him as if he could hear his thoughts, and Stiles did at last.

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Only one daddy for me

Summary: Trying to get over the break-up with your fiancée you spend a week with a foreign man. No names. No rules. No seeing each other again. What happens when you stumble into him again?

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, hair pulling, sex on/over a desk, doggy style, blow job, dirty talk, comforting, fluff, shitty father, language, protective Dean, arguments

What daddy doesn’t know Masterlist

“That’s out of question, mom. I will not come to another ‘praise’ dinner for Jason to hear dad talking low about me. I love you; you know I do, but Jason and his lovely wife won’t make it easier for me.”

“Something wrong?” Dean pokes his head into your office, ready to drive you home to enjoy the well-deserved weekend.” Pointing toward the free chair in front of your desk you keep on talking to your mom.

“Mom, I would come, for you but I’m afraid I can’t bear more boring looks and another inquisition as I can’t do anything right according to dad. I didn’t give him grandchildren like Jason or managed to ruin thousands of people with shady deals.” Sighing you rub your temple and Dean moves behind you to gently massage your shoulders.

“Y/N tell her we will come around with pleasure. No problem at all. We just made the best deal of the century; nothing can shock me.” Dean is nibbling at your ear shell, loving the way you whimper silently.

“Okay, mom. Dean and I will come to dinner tomorrow, no problem. Do we need to bring anything? OH, Jason brings a salad…great…” Holding back a chuckle you shake your head, knowing about Erica’s awful food. “We better prepare our stomach’s in that case mom…Love you.” Hanging up the phone you groan, leaning into Dean’s touch.

“We are going to rock this party for sure, Baby Girl. I’ll bring an awesome wine, and my famous potato salad.” Dean pecks your neck softly, knowing you hate to be around your father since the last encounter.

“I hate he will ruin our weekend, Dean. I wanted a glass of wine, unhealthy food and dirty sex with you.” Turning your chair around Dean grins down at you. “Not here, Dean!”

“Hmm…I’m the boss, you know. Big bad CEO. I want you on your knees to keep your job, dirty girl. Daddy wants to see your pretty lips wrapped around his dick.” Dean husks and you whine low in your throat.

“Here…?” Glancing at the door you bite your lip. Everyone should be at home for hours, so you drop to your knees to unzip Dean’s dress pants. “Door?”

“Locked it when I entered your office, Baby. Now get to work. Daddy wants to take care of his pretty girl too. Never fucked you over your desk.” While Dean continues talking dirty to you, your hands drag his pants down.

Wetting your lips, you gently start stroking Dean’s cock, causing your boyfriend to hiss. He’s watching you swipe your thumb over his slit, licking his lips as you lick your fingers.

“God, you going to kill me, Sweetheart. Daddy loves you.” Smiling at Dean you kiss the tip before you lick him all over. Your tongue presses against the pulsing vein, teasing him to bring the angry dom out. “Don’t play games, princess.” Now you whimper, feeling Dean’s hand fist your hair.

Your lips part and you slowly wrap your soft pillows around the wide head, suckling at it for a while as you stroke his shaft. “Daddy wants to feel you all around him…now.” Dean’s eyes are fixated on your lips as his fingers slide through your hair.

Taking him down your throat, slow, deliberate you try to relax you. Tilting your head, you take a deep breath before you start bobbing your head, moaning as Dean plays with your hair.

“Good girl, going to make you feel so good.” Looking up at Dean you work his cock the way he likes it. Spit drips down your chin, mixed with Dean’s juices and you are close to making him spill his load down your throat as you feel his grip on you tighten and he drags you off his cock.

“Dean…” Panting you let him help you up, as he wipes the spit off your chin, smiling at you. “I wanted to make you cum.”

“I know, Baby Girl but all I can think about is to make you cum on this desk. Let me make you feel good.” Dean turns you around, kissing your neck softly while his hands move under your skirt to shove your panties down. “Daddy wants to feel your pretty pussy around him.”

He’s pressing his chest against your back, slipping one hand between your legs to toy with your clit. “You’re so wet for me, Baby. Does your boss make you ruin your panties? Huh? Is he hot…” Husking the words into your ear Dean moves his finger around your clit, causing you to shudder.

“Yes…boss…”

“I know, Y/N. Such a dirty girl I have.” Dean’s fingers press hard down your little nub as he uses his free hand to slip the tip in. “Feels so good…” Panting into your neck Dean slides into you with one hard thrust.

He sets a fast pace, rubbing the right place with his dick every time he enters your slick channel. His arms wrap around your body, holding you safe against his chest. “Love you, Baby. Just let go and forget about your shitty father.”

“Fuck…” Too worked up you can feel your walls pulsing around Dean. Your nails dig into his hands as you fall back against his warm body, just giving in to the pleasure…

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“I swear you look breathtakingly, stunning - whatever, Y/N. If you do not stay in this dress and your heels I’ll drag you into your father’s house, bare and with a bite mark at your ass.” Dean threatens as you turn around to check your appearance in the mirror once again.

Wearing a simple black dress you bite your lower lip. It’s sleek and sophisticated. It has a square-neck, a knee-length hem and hugs your feminine silhouette perfectly.

“I like the hidden zip, Baby. It makes me feel like MacGyver when I try to get you out of it later…” Chuckling Dean places a beautiful necklace around your neck.

Kissing your sweet spot softly Dean tries to calm your nerves. “You’re beautiful, smart and not alone this time. Let’s rock this dinner and tomorrow we will spend the whole day as we want to.”

One last glance and you pick your purse up, along with your coat. “Let’s get this over with, Dean. I must warn you. My brother is very…uh…”

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“An asshole as your father or worse?” Dean holds out his hand to help you get out of his favorite car. He chose the classic beauty as he didn’t want Benny to drive him to your father’s house. Tonight, is all about you, not him so he holds out his arm, letting you hold tight onto him.

“He’s very self-centered, just like his wife Erica. I never liked her, Dean. Since Jason is with her, his behavior got worse. Just tell me if it’s too much and we leave this awful family dinner.”

While Dean chuckles lightly he looks at the expensive bottle of wine in your hands and the huge bouquet of roses he bought for your mother. “Forget about him, Y/N. I told you that you are a shooting star and not as I like to do dirty things to you…or rather with you.”

Before you knock at your parent’s door you take a deep breath; Dean does the same, putting on his brightest ‘fake’ smile. “Okay, ready if you are.” Dean chuckles at your words, rapping his knuckles against the wooden door.

Your father opens the door, hating the fact Dean is right next to you. He had hoped your new lover, as he calls Dean, already drop you and he will be able to tell you he knew you were only fun to your powerful boyfriend.

“Mr. Y/L/N, thanks for your invitation. Where is your lovely wife? I bought her favorite flowers.” Dean is smiling, shaking your fathers’ hand, almost choking on his false politeness.

“She’s inside, taking care of the meal as a good wife should do.” Your father’s eyes land on you and he can see the uncertainty.

“A good wife, Sir? Hmm…I appreciate my girl smart, self-confident and without fear in her eyes.” Dean deadpans, walking past your father to enter the house.

Seeing your mother Dean doesn’t need to use his fake smile. He’s greeting her with a warm smile, handing her the roses.

“Whatever you cooked, ma’am it smells almost as if my mom made it. She was a great cook, just like you, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Dean barely talks about his deceased mom. All you know is she died when Dean turned ten in a car accident.

“You’re flattering me, young man.” Placing one hand onto her heart your mother giggles lightly and you can’t hold back the smile as her eyes water at the sight of the roses Dean hands her. “Thank you, Mr. Winchester.”

“Dean, Mrs. Y/L/N, just call me Dean. I’m with your daughter for almost a year so I’m slowly starting to plan a wedding.” Your boyfriend exclaims.

“I don’t think you will like her that long. Her fiancée got bored too. Y/N forced him to move to London and then she just forgot about him, treating him like he’s not even there.” Your father chuckles, trying to make you feel small once again.

“Seriously? I would follow your daughter everywhere she wants to go, even to the moon, Sir.” Smirking Dean walks to your side, slinging one arm around your waist. “She’s someone special, not a random girl. If you ask me, Scott was the one ruining his relationship with Y/N.” Dean pecks your cheek, smiling as you lean into his body.

“Well, he had no other choice.” Your father stammers, looking at his son and Erica entering the room.

“I beg your pardon, but you always got the choice to not be a cliché and bang your secretary, Sir.” Now Dean’s eyes narrow and he gives your father a warning glare. “Except you are an unfaithful bastard not caring about your partner's feelings. I can assure you, not all men are like that. Winchesters are, when they found the right woman, always faithful.”

“Let’s eat, the meal will be ready in five.”

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Dinner is awkward as you feared. Dean is talking to your mother, ignoring your father or your nosy brother.

“The Singer deal, how much money did you make?” Jason asks once again, and Dean is close to losing his patience. Clearing his throat your boyfriend points at the food, shaking his head.

“We came here to enjoy your wonderful mothers’ delicious food and have a light conversation not to talk about a confidential deal. I will not tell you how many billions your sister made for Winchester Inc. or how everyone in business praises her abilities.” Dean is patting your thigh, giving you a peck on your cheek as your father snorts.

“My daughter good at business. You mean she’s a nice distraction during meetings or a business dinner.” Your father spats and Dean starts clenching his jaw, but he remains calm.

“No, I meant she made the deal with Singer Inc., Mr. Y/L/N. All ideas, the whole concept for the collaboration came from your talented and smart daughter. On top of all, she was able to get the CEO Mr. Bobby Singer to come to our meeting. Mr. Singer never attends a meeting, but he was impressed by your daughter and wanted to meet the woman saving his business.” Dean is balling his hands to fists, ready to attack your father if he says something wrong again.

“That’s…impressive. Don’t you think, darling? I know you always talked about how you want to meet the philanthropist and nomad Bobby Singer. To think Y/N met him.” Your mother smirks devilish and you need to hold back a chuckle.

“Maybe she…” Jason wants to say something, but the way Dean glares at him let his words die in his throat. “I guess that’s impressive.” Jason curses under his breath.

While you talk to your mother, Dean talks to your father. Your brother tried once or twice to get more information about the deal, but Dean is used to people trying to get information about deals, so he refuses to answer your brother’s questions, polite but stern.

When it’s finally time to leave you to walk faster than Dean. Only wanting to get away from your father and Jason.

“You did not exaggerate, Baby Girl. Your father is an ass, and the apple didn't fall far from the trunk in your brothers’ case. Let’s get you home and tug you into our warm bed. I’ll make you forget your shitty family.” Leading you toward his car Dean slings an arm around your shoulders, whispering loving words into your ear.

“Sorry, you had to bear this dinner, Dean. I like your family more. John, Sam and Jessica are nice people.”

“You are my family too, Y/N. I think I’ll keep you from now on. You look great in my car, my bed and…” Turning you to face him Dean brushes his lips over yours. “I love you, Y/N. From now on we will throw dinner parties and let your father play by our rules. You and me, Baby Girl…you and me…”

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