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xxblairexxss · 8 months

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Fluffy child

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Word count : 2.1k

A/N : Not really sure about this one. Sorry if it’s not up to your expectation, anon!

Requested!

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"Baby, I need to go now!"

"Wait!" You yelled back and picked up your fluffy son in your arms before making your way to your boyfriend, who was all prepared to leave with his small luggage. "Teddy said bye!”

He cackled as you waved the fluffy hand while the cat was looking very unamused as he was forced to wear the shirt. "Where did you get that?”

It was a toddler size Ferrari shirt with the number 16 at the back that you ordered months ago. "From a random website! Isn’t it cute? He liked it!” You squealed and kissed Teddy’s cheek.

"I don’t think he likes it, baby. Look at the face. He’s definitely giving you a side eye.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s horrible attempt to copy the expression. "I need to go now. I love you."

"There you go.” Teddy rolled down on the floor as you crouched to place him down before wrapping your arms around Charles’ neck as he kissed you on the cheek. "I’ll miss you!"

"I’ll miss you more. Teddy, don’t get used to my absence; it’ll only be 4 days."

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"Yeah, definitely. I mean—" Charles’ attentiveness to the conversation snapped when his phone rang. A smile instantly lit up his face when he saw the heart emoji at the end of the contact’s name. He usually got a few pictures of Teddy, your cat, every day, more if he was away. There were more pictures of the cat himself than your pictures in his phone by now.

Scooting the chair a little further away from Lando and Alex, he swiped the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, anticipating your voice. "Hey, baby!"

"Charles, he's gone…"

He frowned, unable to catch the words. Your voice was shaking, and there were a lot of voices where he was currently. "Sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you. What was that?"

"Teddy’s gone…"

He heard you sniffle and choppy breathing, making his hand itching to hold you in his arms right now.

"Charles, where are you going?” Lando called out after seeing the Ferrari driver stand up abruptly.

"My room." That was all he said as he left the table and made his way to the driver’s room, away from anyone else so he could hear you clearly.

Teddyy was a kitten you found outside a library back when you were a student. He came to the family at an early stage of the relationship. Charles always preferred a dog, but you managed to change his mind, or maybe he was forced to change his mind because wherever you were, Teddy would be by your side. Even in bed. So he never really got to say no to the fluff of cloud. He was very vocal and proud of being a dad as well. In fact, people would always ask him about Teddy more than himself whenever he bumped into the fans. It surely felt like Teddy was slowly taking over the spotlight.

You woke up yesterday morning and headed to the kitchen to do your daily routine, which was to feed your child. There should be a mini-race between you and him about who got to reach the kitchen first, and he would have blasted out his vocal chords to alarm the whole apartment that he required food right there and then, but yesterday was different. He was just lying down on his bed, looking so weak that you had to bring him to the emergency vet. You stayed at the vet for hours up until he got surgery, alone and unable to ring Charles due to the time difference. It was 2 hours after the surgery that the vet told you he passed away due to the stress that the surgery caused. You were told he suffered from a disease that could be infected by a virus that was hard to detect, and it wasn’t your fault, but it definitely felt like it. You haven’t slept; you couldn’t look at his blue-coloured glass bowl without crying, and you needed Charles.

He didn’t say anything throughout the video call, which lasted for at least an hour. You were filling him up with everything that happened with your puffy eyes, messy hair bun with your knitted cardigan, and looking like a divorced housewife who couldn’t move on from their cheater husband.

"I’m all good now. A little sad," You sniffed and wiped the tears with your oversized sweatshirt sleeve that was a little darker in colour from being used as a replacement for a tissue. "but I’m good."

Charles smiled, his heart swelling from seeing the way you tried to play it off just so he wouldn’t have to worry too much. “Are you sure you are okay, angel? I can stay on the phone longer. They don’t need me until 3, at least.” His gaze went to the top left of his phone screen. It was 2:57 PM.

"No, it’s okay." You brought the phone closer and managed a smile after seeing the way he looked at you. "Good luck."

"I love you, precious. I’ll probably arrive by midnight. You don’t have to wait for me, alright?"

You rubbed your eyes, nodding to his question before waving as he ended the call. The brown, printed blanket was back clinging to your body as you turned yourself into a cocoon and scrolled through pictures of Teddy while F1TV was airing on your television with just a few hours to go before the race.

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Everything had to make the loudest sound when he needed to be quiet. The sound of his shoe against the floor, which was usually silent as the grave, had to be the loudest ever at this hour. The sound of something shuffling against the floor made him whip his head as fast as he could towards the hallway, as soon as he closed the door.

"Baby?"

The shuffling sound came faster and louder as he made his way deeper into the dark hallway and stumbled back as you threw yourself against him. Too fast that he didn’t catch a glimpse of your body coming.

“F—you scared me.” He breathed out, and his arm went around your petite frame. He didn’t turn on the light because you often fell asleep on the couch, and he would hate himself for waking you up, but every sound in the dark would be connected to a burglar. He would have thrown a kick if he hadn’t caught the lavender scent from your body wash as you crashed into him earlier. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was waiting for you."

The thumping sound filled the silence as he let go of the bag he was holding with his other hand as he held you when you started crying in his arms. "Baby…"

It felt like you had drained out every salty liquid you had left because you were dehydrated after soaking Charles’ black shirt with your tears. You were flushed red when he cackled at you as you apologised for the mess.

"You should change out of this." He jerked back as you tugged on the shirt.

"Don’t be silly. Baby, stop trying to strip me. This is an assault."

You tugged on it again. "Go and change! It probably has my snot on it."

"Okay, and?"

"It’s disgusting!"

"Just tell me if you want to see my body. There’s no need to make up an excuse.” You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen while Charles waited for the linguine noodles to cook.

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"Is it done?”

You looked adorable with the puffy eyes and his hoodie, which seemed to be twice the size of your body, but Charles refused to say it out loud because you would turn down the compliment as if he were making fun of you. "It’s done, but it’s mine.” He had eaten earlier on the plane, but he didn’t have to ask to know you hadn’t eaten anything. He knew you from the back of his hand. He also knew you wouldn’t say no to your favourite food, butter pasta, so even when you told him you weren’t hungry, he still ended up cooking the food just because he wanted you to eat.

"Can I have a bite?” You wished he didn’t hear your stomach grumble.

Your phone was placed on your lap as he feed you a mouthful so as you leaned in, and he caught a glance of a recent picture of you and Teddy on your screen. He hadn’t really gotten to ask why or what happened because it didn’t seem like you were ready for it. All he knew was that you had to bring him to the emergency room because he wasn’t responding well, and that was it. "Baby, what happened?"

"It was my fault.” You sighed, frustrated with yourself, as you pressed the bottom part of your palm against your eyes to stop the tears.

Charles placed his hand on your waist, and you felt him keep stroking his thumb against it while you tried to gather your emotions. "I should have known something was wrong when he didn’t really want to eat his food two days ago, but I thought it was because of the new brand of food that I recently bought. I’m such a bad mom."

He took the plate away before drawing you into his arms. "You were the best owner any cat could ask for, baby. There are some things that are beyond our control. It wasn’t your fault. We even bought him for a monthly checkup. We did everything we could. You weren’t neglecting him just because you couldn’t detect his sickness early. He was looking fine even before I left."

"I miss him so much..."

"I know, precious. I know." The screen of your phone lights up again from a light touch of your clothes. "How about you show me pictures of him that I haven’t seen?"

"Won’t it be boring?” You wiped your tears with your sleeves again as you went to your photo album and scrolled through thousands of pictures and videos of him throughout the year. "Have you seen this one?"

"Which one?" He pulled you closer as you laid on his chest.

"This one." You chuckled and clicked on the play button. "It was when I bought a new mouse toy for him, and he was so excited that he fell off the bed from chasing it."

He was listening to you attentively until you asked to go to sleep. Truth be told, he hadn’t slept at all, even on the plane on his way back to fight the jet lag. He nearly fell asleep standing while he was waiting for the block of butter to melt against the pan, but it was worth it to joke around, to lighten up the mood, to lend you his shoulder, ears, and shirt to soak your tears with because as he stepped into the house, he knew he had a responsibility as your boyfriend. Sleep could wait; he would be happy to watch the same video of Teddy just from different angles a hundred times if that was what made you smile.

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Charles squinted his eyes as he caught you walking back to the car with a paper bag of fruits on your left hand and something fluffy on your right. The door to the shotgun seat was opened as you got in, and the fluffy thing you were holding meowed.

He had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know where to start. He thought you said you wanted to drop by the supermarket real quick to get some fruits, and he just had to wait in the car. What was supposed to be 20 minutes turned out to be longer than that. He even had to call you to ask why you were taking so long and if you needed his help, to which you said no, and now you brought in a fluffy, moving animal as if it were part of the fruits.

"Baby, what…did you buy?“

"Oh!" You let go of the kitten and took out the small packets of everything inside the paper bag. "I bought strawberries! Blueberries and some bananas. I also got some marshmallows!”

"And what is that?” Charles arched his brow, eyes on the kitten on your lap.

"Which one?" You tilted your head.

“That..?”

“Oh! It’s a kitten!” You beamed.

"Ah, it’s a kitten! I wouldn’t have guessed. Y/N, did you think you could sneak in a kitten in the car and I wouldn’t find out about it?” He was so lost for words that he ended up chuckling.

"I found Boo on the side of the street!” You picked the kitten up and booped on the nose.

"Who is Boo? It has a name already?"

"Can we take her, please? Please, please! I can’t just leave her on the street. She was hungry too!” You cradled the kitten against your chest and tried not to make any eye contact with your boyfriend so that he would just accept his fate and drive home. “Look at the face! She reminds me of Teddy!”

"Well, she has a name already. Let’s just go home, Boo."

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billskeis · 12 days

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o em gee I love you AND your writings sm, can I ask for a smut maybe like 2009 tom and js like let’s say he woke up from a nap and he like gets a boner and when he asks the reader to help him , they say yes n’ hes js spitting out sweet swords and stuff ty and make sure u get some rest! 🤍🙏

luv u 2 lets makeout :3c

ᡣ𐭩 tom’s post nap boner

tom woke up with an uncomfortable feeling, almost breathing heavy as he blinked away the sleep in his body. looking around, he noticed you were no longer laying in bed with him. as concerned as he was, there was an even bigger problem at hand. that concerning the morning, or, afternoon wood that he had woken up with.

“hi tom!” he turns his head to met the voice that called out to him. you were already awake, feeling a little bit craving, you left your bedroom not too long ago to go grab a snack and a glass of water. sitting down at the edge of the bed, you gulped down the last bit of water as your attention quickly averts to the show the both of you fell asleep to.

with a groan, tom who was once sitting up in confusion and discomfort, leans his whole body back down on the bed. he feels a little bad having to ask such a thing for you considering that the two of you had just done it, thus the much needed nap. but he can’t help it! he’s a growing boy with growing needs (still?)

“baby..” you hummed in response hearing him call you, body leaned toward his but head still directed to the television. whining, tom palms himself through his sweats, unable to wait any longer. however, you’re not getting the message he’s trying to send. “look at me, please?” he asks ever so politely which has you actually turning to face him.

you gasp at the sight of tom, who’s about to pull off his sweatpants, along with his boxers. he gives you a tease of a sight of his hard-on, only a smidge of his shaft peaking through the small opening, almost toying with you as you pout. why didn’t he just say so? “can you help me out? i got a big problem..” you thank the gods he finally asked.

not even needing to say anything, you immediately get on your knees, positioning yourself in between his legs as he now sat on the edge of the bed. freeing his boner, his cock springs out of its constraining, cold air hitting tom’s dick as he lets out a small groan of relief.

you waste no time in going down on him, licking a stripe up the length of his dick as you immediately suckle on the tip. drooling as you get his cock wet, you slobber your mouth all around the hilt, going up to press a quick kiss on the top, giggling. “aren’t cha such a good girl for me, hm?” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ears, admiring how prettily you sat below him.

fully taking him into your mouth, you bob your head up and down his cock. the more you sucked him off the quicker his expression was to falter, running his hands through your hair, he pats your head as a way of showing you how good you’re making him feel “f-fuck.. you do that s’well.. gonna make me come soon..”

now behind his cool and sexy facade, tom becomes adorable when you suck him off. jaw hanging low as he gets all shaky and trembling, balling the bedsheets within both his fists as he resists fucking his dick down your velvety throat. he has to completely resist the urge to have you gag on him, choke on his dick. maybe he’ll save doing that for another day.

his attention is focused on you and you only, watching as how his length so quickly disappears in your mouth as pleasure runs through his body. he can’t help but whisper sweet words as you run your tongue across him, “mmph.. your mouth feels really good.. definitely g-gunna, shit, make you do this for me more often..”

tom now has one of his hands holding your hair out of your face in a makeshift ponytail as you swipe your tongue across the side of his cock. his moans are whiny, and needy, and filled with total lust and admiration as he just watches you. god, even though it was the thousandth time you’ve done this, you make it feel as though it’s his first time ever getting a blow job, sending him into an ecstasy he luckily gets to experience over and over again.

“s-shit baby, gonna come..” tom gives you notice before you stick your tongue out as he spurts cum right onto the flat of it. ropes of white also painting the plush of your lips, you lick off the remaining and look up at tom, smiling. he places a quick kiss on your cheek that has you giggling, “t’was so hot babe, thank you so much.”

lol ! need 2009 tom to give me lock jaw from how much i suck him off lol !

just a thought , stay safe yall ;)

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lovingmattysposts · 4 months

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Eastside 11

P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17

summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warnings: sad, mentions of drugs, fighting

matt pov

I waited. I waited for 2 hours and she never showed up. I paced back and forth of the tracks. What if something happened to her? She's not responding to any of her texts. I was freaking out. I scrolled anxiously through my texts messages that were left unanswered, but they were read.

She read them, but she didn't answer. "What?" I whispered to myself as I scrolled through the now read messages. I felt my phone start to buzz before seeing Nick's name pop up. I slid it open and pressed my ear against the phone.

"Hello?" I breathed. "Matt where are you? What happened with Slim?" He asked through the phone I let out a breath and looked down at my feet. "Yeah everything's handled. He took the money and just said to get it to him by the end of the week" I explained. Nick let out a breath.

"Okay good. Everything okay with Y/n?" He asked. I sighed. "I got Slim off my back about it, but she was suppose to meet me at the tracks two hours ago and she hasn't shown up" I swallowed, feeling worry start to fill my chest.

"She read all the messages I sent her I just don't know what she's thinking" I said pressing my hand against my face. Nick sighed though the phone. "Listen she's probably just upset about the dance thing. Just give her some time, Chris started throwing up blood. You need to come back" He explained making me look around me.

Where was she?

"Alright, I'm coming" I breathed before shutting off the phone and glancing around the tracks one more time before stepping off them and walking back in the direction of my house. I knew she was at home, but something told me something was wrong.

y/n pov

The next day was hard. I barley moved out of bed. I just woke up and stared at the wall, unable to move. Unable to think about anything other than the absolute pain corsating through my body. I felt like a shell of a human being.

Matt texted me what felt like 100 times last night. I responded to none of them. I felt like I never even knew him. A drug dealer? How could I be so dumb? Now looking back on it. Every sign that I missed, he made it so obvious. How did I miss it?

Either way it didn't matter. None of it did. Nothing he ever did or said. Absolutely none of it. I guess that's what hurts the most. I just blinked at the wall. Not wanting to get up, start my day, live, breath, exist. Fuck. It. All.

I heard my door creek open. I glanced over seeing my dad peeking his head through the door. I glanced away from him looking back at the wall. He stepped into my room before slowly shutting the door. I didn't react as I felt him sit down at the edge of my bed.

"Do I need to kill him?"

I didn't respond. Staring blankly at the wall, tears filling my eyes. He sighed as he moved closer to me and placed his hand on my head. "Honey, you're scaring me" He whispered looking down at me. I didn't look at him as a stray tear fell from my eye onto my cheek.

I wish I could turn this into a sweet moment with my dad. But I couldn't feel, I couldn't speak. I didn't even want to look at him. "I could arrest him, I'm still a cop you know" He smiled down at me. I didn't even try to wipe the tear as it slid down my face.

"I could probably find something on him" He sighed. "A parking ticket, assulting an officer. Fleeing from police, well me." He said motioning to himself. I just listened to him speak.

"I could try to frame him" He chuckled, but stopped as he looked down at my face. He rubbed my shoulder with his hand. "Honey, you have to eat something, you've been in your bed all day" He stated softly. I closed my eyes trying to hold back the tears.

The reason I wasn't talking, I wasn't reacting, is because when I do all I do is cry. I didn't have anything to say. I had no fucking words left in my throat. I barley had any liquid felt in my body.

"I could order some food from the taco place you love" He said leaning down to me. "I'll even let you get the queso" He smiled. I shook my head, food sounded disgusting.

"No tacos? You never say no to taco night" he said looking down at me. I closed my eyes.

"Eat it"

"No" He laughed pushing it away from his face. I frowned sticking out my bottom lip. "I don't want all that nasty shit on my taco" He laughed looking down at me. I looked down at the taco in my hand.

"Are you kidding? This is the best fucking taco on the planet and for 3 buck? A steal!" I cheered standing up on my bed. He laughed shaking his head looking up at me. I tilted my head down at him as he smiled sheepishly up at me.

"It's not my fault you like meat and cheese you basic bitch" I joked. He raised his eyebrows as he stood up, matching my height on the bed. "Oh yeah?" He laughed looking at me. I stepped back smiling. He reached down grabbing my sides, attempting to grab me. I laughed as I struggled against his grip, holding the taco out of the way.

He picked me up before dropping me onto the bed and hovering over me, causing us to erupt into a fit of laughter. "Matttt, my taco" I whined as it was now slightly crushed. He shook his head looking down at me, before connecting his lips to mine. I kissed him back smiling, before pulling back and taking a bite out of the taco.

He shook his head as he looked down at me. "Taco first, boyfriend later" I said as I chewed. "Boyfriend now, taco later" He smiled pushing the taco out of my hand and attempting to kiss me again but I moved my head.

"I'm eating!" I laughed. He buried his head into my neck laughing.

I opened my eyes letting out a breath at the memory so long ago, before he started mysteriously disapearing. How could it all be fake? Why would he do that to me? Fake it? I didn't understand.

"Maybe you should you pick it up? Get out of the house for a bit? Breathe some real people air" He sighed. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I attempted to take in a breath but it was choppy and caused a sob to come out of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut as I cried.

My dad took in a breath before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a hug. I cried against his shoulder as he hugged me.

"I know it hurt now, but I promise one day it won't" He said as I cried. Maybe that was true, but right now it felt like this pain was never ending and that it would never go away.

matt pov

She still didn't respond to any of my texts the next day. I started to get worried. So I called her. No answer. I pulled my phone down before pulling on my shoes. I just had to make sure she was okay. She was starting to scare me. She didn't seem that upset when I left her at the dance. I just had to know she was okay.

It wasn't long before I turned the street down to her house. I looked down at my feet as she walked. I had an uneasy feeling in my chest. Like something was wrong. I looked up before seeing y/n walking towards me.

She paused, froze when she saw me. I stopped too, my face turning into confusion from the way she was looking at me. She turned on her feet before walking the other direction. I furrowed my eyebrows before walking after her.

"Y/n" I stated. She didn't stop walking, if anything she walked faster. I shook my head as I ran up to her and grabbed her arm. All of the sudden she turned harshly before I felt her hand come up to my cheek fast and hard.

I pressed my hand to my cheek that was now burning from the impact. I looked up at her in shock. Her eyes were red and puffy, like she'd been crying for hours but her face wore an angry expression.

"Y/n, what the fuck was that?" I said looking down at her as I rubbed my face. She shook her head as tears filled her eyes once more. I shook my head as I placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Y/n what's--"

"Don't touch me" She said through gritted teeth stepping away from my touch. I froze looking at her. She shook her head as she looked off to the side, her face looked in pain.

"I can't believe you-" Her voice broke and she swallowed looking back at me. "You're a liar" She almost whispered looking at me. I stepped forward and she stumbled backwards.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" I breathed looking at her, begging, pleading for her to give me some sort of answer one why she was so upset. "I'm not your baby!" She yelled at me. My heart dropped.

"How many 'baby's' do you have? How many girlfriends huh?" She asked shaking her head. My face turned in confusion and I just shook my head as she looked up at me, completely broken.

"I just just a good fuck huh?" She shrugged nodding at me. My face dropped. "Thats all?" She tilted her head a me, tears flooding her eyes. I felt like my entire world was falling at my feet. No.

"Y/n--No you don't understand-" I said reaching for her. She ripped her arm away. "Y/n please, listen to me. I can--I can explain everything just listen to me please" I stuttered quickly trying to get the words out, she shook her head.

"Don't bother, Cecilia already told me everything" She said looking at me. My face dropped. Cecilia? No. God, please no. I shook my head. "You're gonna believe her words over mine?" I breathed shaking my head. What the hell did she say to her?

"No" She shook her head. "I believe your words against yours" She mumbled glaring at me. I shook my head in confusion. "She took a video" She shook her head.

"You're a drug dealer?" She shook her head looking at me. My heart dropped to my toes. I sighed looking down at my feet. "Yes okay? Yes I deal drugs, but y/n I am not cheating on you. I just had to say it, you don't understand--" I said shaking my head.

"Don't bother trying to explain it, I'm not listening" She mumbled turning on her on feet and starting to walk away. I ran after her, grabbing her shoulders and turning her around.

"Get off me!" She screamed, making me drop my arms from her. I shook my head my eyes filling with tears. "There's no one else. I promise, Y/n they were going to hurt you---I-I had to make sure they didn't so I just said--" I said quickly letting the words fly out of my mouth.

"I don't think you say "waste your time on Y/n see if I care", really makes me think you were trying to protect me" Tears streaming down her face as she spoke to me. I can't lose her. I fucked up so bad. I cannot lose her.

"I promsie you I was. Please y/n you're my everything. I can't lose you. I promise--" I said shaking my head pleading with her. She shook her head.

"I'm tired of your fucking promises, because you're a fucking liar." She spat looking at me, shaking her head. I felt my heart pounding against my chest.

"I'm not your baby i'm not your everything, I'm not your girlfriend" She almost whispered before reaching up and pulling off the necklace around her neck and snapped it, throwing it to the ground next to my foot.

My heart broke, along with the necklace as I stared at the necklace on the ground. I swallowed looking up at her as she walked off. I looked up, biting my lip from the tears starting to spill over my eyes.

As I watched my entire life walk away from me.

"Is everything okay?"

I've been staring at the wall for hours. Unable to move. Unable to think. I just wanted to disappear. Nothing else in the world mattered to me more than her, and I was stupid enough to forget that and now I've lost that completely.

I didn't look up at Nick as he spoke to me. I just glanced down from the wall to the necklace in my hands, running my thumb over it. Nick looked down at my hands and he took in a breath before walking over next to me.

"I'm sorry Matt" He breathed wrapping his hands over my shoulders. I turned away from him not wanting Nick to see me cry. I don't think he's ever seen me cry before.

"How's Chris?" I said barley above a whispered. Nick sighed releasing his arms around me. "He's gonna be okay, he's sleeping right now" Nick nodded. I nodded looking down at my feet. Silence fell between us as I looked over at him and he scanned my face.

"Nick" I started looking at him. "I don't wanna do this anymore" I whispered shaking my head. He just looked at me for a second before licking his lips and looking towards the side.

"I know, I don't either" He agreed, almost shocking me. "After seeing Chris get hurt I-" Nick sighed looking down and then looking over at me. I just studied his emotions.

"It's not worth it" I finished shaking my head. He nodded looking at me. I looked down at the necklace in my hands. "None of this was worth it" I said quietly. Nick stood up off the couch and looked down at me.

"Matt, we can't get out of it" He shook his head, making me look up at him. I furrowed my eyebrows. He shook his head running his hands through his hair. "Slim he--He'll come after us if we stop supplying it's not that simple" Nick said shaking his head. I looked down at my feet.

I took in a breath before throwing the necklace across the room and pressing my hands to my face. Nick just looked down at me, unfazed by the sudden outburst.

"Well fuck Nick--We have to think of something!" I yelled standing up looking at him. He glared at me. "You think i haven't thought of every outcome of this situation Matt?" He yelled back at me. "He goes down he's dragging our asses with him!" He screamed at me. I clenched my jaw looking down at my brother. I just shook my head.

"Well think of something else" I glared him. "I lost my girlfriend" I said shaking my head. Nick just looked at me. "And that may not mean a whole lotta shit to you Nick, but she was my everything--I can't survive without her--I--" I turned my head feeling the tears start to fall out of my eyes.

"I need her" I almost whispered as Nick stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around me as I cried against him. I heard a creak in the floorboard making me look up. I saw Chris walking over to us. I wiped my eyes as he approached us.

"I agree" He said looking at us. "We have to get out of this" Chris said looking up at Nick, then back down at me before wrapping his arms around me as well as Nick.

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libby-for-life · 24 days

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Back by popular demand. Adam gets sick. Part 2. Just some context before we continue. Adam reveals some...startling news about Lilith's true nature in Eden when he was sick with a fever. Onwards....

Lucifer could only stare at Adam's sleeping and exhausted form. Just two hours ago, Adam gave him startling news of Lilith. A huge part of the devil wanted to believe that Adam was lying. He had to be! Lilith, while not sweet, was not outright cruel to anyone in Eden.

But...Adam was in no state to lie. He had never seen the man cry before. Not since Eden. His fever left him unable to tell convincing lies...

Lucifer tugged at his hair. What was he supposed to believe?! A fever plagued Adam or his wife, estranged, for thousands of years? The choice was obvious. Lilith had never steered him wrong. Adam, while maybe not intentionally, was telling Lucifer lies brought on by his fever.

So why was there a nugget of doubt?

Suddenly, Lucifer got an idea. He hadn't used it in forever, but he was able to see memories with enough prodding. He can solve this and be completely sure about Adam's ramblings.

Breathing deeply, Lucifer's eyes glowed a deep red as he entered Adam's mind.

It was messy and cluttered. Exactly how he expected Adam's memories to be. Lucifer shifted through memories as quickly as he could, making sure to not look too deeply at things. Some memories were...graphic.

Finally, he saw a memory that made him stop. A familiar garden...Lucifer eagerly but carefully extracted the memory and watched through Adam's eyes.

'Adam woke up to a bright light. Everything was so colorful and new! He felt the dirt between his fingers, could smell ripe fruit, and saw tall beings with light coming out of them.'

Lucifer hummed. This was Adam's first memory. The day he was created. Sifting through more of Eden, he watched through Adam's eyes how excited he was to see Lucifer. The emotion was bright and held onto deeply. The former archangel blushed when he realized just how Adam thought of him in Eden.

Was this why Adam was always trying to feed him? Or give him flowers and shiny rocks? Lucifer indulged him but he didn't really see the point in them back then.

Moving forward, he came to Lilith's creation. She was made to be equal with him. Lucifer felt Adam's confusion when Sera told him that he must love, protect, and procreate with Lilith. Lucifer never realized just how firm Sera sounded when giving this order. It left no room for argument. No wonder Adam was so determined to have sex with Lilith. Sera made it sound like Adam would be committing a great sin if he didn't.

' "What is love?" Adam asked, gazing at Sera. The Seraphim looked surprised, as if not expecting questions. "Uh, it's when you want to spend the rest of your life together." Sera finally managed to say. Adam looked at the ground. Oh. He didn't want that with Lilith. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lucifer. He must be in love with him!'

Lucifer immediately backed away from that memory as fast as he could with a blushing face. That was far too personal. He felt like he just witnessed something that was trying to stay buried.

He needed to be quick with what he came for. Quickly, he found a memory of Eden with Lilith. They were sitting on a rock as Adam rambled on about how two salamanders raced each other. It was...endearing. Adam seemed so innocent back then. Since he was looking through Adam's eyes, he didn't notice the hand on his neck until Adam was already being choked.

Lucifer gasped as Adam's gaze turned to Lilith. She had an angry look to her. "Do you ever shut up!?" She yelled as she choked Adam.

The First Man tried to pry her hand off, but Lilith had always been strong. "I don't care about some dumb animals! Can't I have any peace from you?!" The memory went blurry and it took a moment for Lucifer to realize it was because Adam was crying.

"I'm sorry!" Adam choked out, his vision growing hazy with the lack of oxygen.

Lilith squeezed one more time before letting go. "Let that be a lesson. No one wants to hear your voice." And then she walked off, leaving him alone. Lucifer. I want Lucifer.

The devil's eyes widened. Adam must've been scared enough to be thinking of him. And why wouldn't he be? He was just choked for apparently talking too much.

He needed to know more.

He watched memory after memory of Lilith hurting Adam for some reason or other. One time, she had threatened to hang him from a tree if he continued trying to be with her. She would slap, kick, and comment terrible things about him. He was...abused. That was the only thing Lucifer could think of. Adam was abused by Lilith and no one seemed to care.

So, when Lucifer found a memory where Adam had found Lilith and him having sex in the garden, Lucifer wasn't surprised that Adam cried silently to himself, the image blurry because of his tears.

Why? Why are they doing that? I thought Lucifer was my friend!

Lucifer winced in guilt. From Adam's perspective, he could see how hurt and betrayed he was. And also the longing. A part of Adam wanted to be Lilith. To have Lucifer caress him and make love to him under the tree.

Lucifer didn't want to see it, but he had come this far and he knew he would be a coward if he didn't. He watched as Adam and his past self fought for the first time.

Lucifer had accused Adam of hurting Lilith, forcing himself on her. Adam was heartbroken at the accusations and glanced at Lilith who had a small smirk. She was playing Lucifer like a fiddle. Adam tried saying that she was lying but Lucifer wouldn't hear it. They left the garden and the devil watched as Adam held the pieces of his broken heart. He watched as bitterness and anger set in. His distrust of women that later turned into misogyny.

He had caused this. Lucifer was the one who made Adam who he was. All because he was too blind to see what was truly going on.

What has he done?

Lucifer came back into himself and he realized that he had been crying as well.

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bethbluebell · 1 year

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new to you [ e.williams ] part 1

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary; being the new person in a tight knit community, you would think it’d be tough to create any meaningful relationships but oh were you wrong; and it might just be one new connection in particular that will ultimately be your downfall

parts; 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 (ongoing series)

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You can’t even remember how you felt or how your situation changed so fast.

After everything happened you started to question what you were actually living for. You desperately wanted to find a meaning to the constant suffering and how to find ways to fight it. You were head-strong, not easily defeated by most things. You were a natural born survivor, numb to experiences that would drive normal people insane.

To cut a long story short; you lost your dad, then your mother and not long ago your big brother. Your dad died just before you could comprehend the world around you, having no treasured memories to think back on but it still managed to hurt just the same.

It was scary being by yourself, you had never done it before. You’ve been attacked, stalked, beaten, shot at but you always had your family to help you bounce back from those traumas. It was easy to underestimate loneliness when the world around you was thrown into chaos.

You remember feeling numb. Unable to feel the cold rain pelting yourself as you stood just beyond the gates. Maybe you had trusted this guy named ‘Jesse’ too easily. Following him to the place he called home and entering without questioning his intentions.

You were badly injured, your skin and clothing staining a deep crimson. It was clear the adrenaline was wearing off but you still managed to move. Your eyesight was blurring, the heavy rain messing with your vision. You could hear voices but you couldn’t make out any words. You couldn’t even feel yourself breathing anymore.

The longer you closed your eyes the more enticing falling asleep felt. In that moment you stumbled, the harsh contact with the ground shocking you as you blacked out.

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It has been three months since you arrived at Jackson. Maria took you in when Jesse found you on a patrol, head to toe covered in blood. She reminded you of your mother and Jesse reminded you of your brother. It was clear they had no ill intentions when you woke up to a hot meal and your wounds neatly bandaged. They asked you questions but didn’t press too hard, they could only imagine what you endured before they found you.

Once you were back on your feet you were given small jobs here and there to ease yourself into the lifestyle. It was nice for a few days but eventually it got tedious. You wanted to do something a little more worthwhile. You started to take a massive interest in the patrol jobs asking Jesse about them. Maria was hesitant at first considering the state they found you in but Jesse convinced her to let you both patrol together. Jesse was the only person you really conversed with in Jackson but you knew you were the talk of the town, I mean your entrance really was something.

After patrolling for a few weeks with Jesse, Maria decided to give you a new partner for the morning patrol; Ellie Williams.

You were confused. Since you were still classed as inexperienced on the patrols you thought they’d partner you with one of the older guys. You were more so shocked that Maria suggested it. On a few occasions you have run into them having words, Maria was always the one to shut it down before it got too heated which ends up with Ellie walking off in a huff.

Maria said the pairing was due to both of your patrol partners Jesse and Dina being asked to thin out a horde so you and Ellie were tasked at patrolling buildings closer to Jackson. You knew Dina and Jesse were in a previous relationship so you would share a few words when hanging out in a big group but you never had the chance to talk to Ellie. Jesse would keep you up to date with his friends relationships like his and Dina's or Ellie and Cats; who was now her now ex-girlfriend.

You stuffed your backpack with all the necessities and slipped on a worn out hoodie due to the weather. Exiting the building you stumbled back lifting your left arm up. The suns golden beams were radiating all around just like rays. The glittering of the snow causing it to appear brighter, straining your eyes where it was almost painful. The patrols always started around sunrise. This was to make sure everyone got a decent amount of rest when they came back early afternoon.

It was a short walk until you met up with the other patrol groups gathering their horses and gear. You climbed upon your horse that you were overly fond of, she was a white horse called Blue. You began stroking her mane as Jesse sauntered his way over to you.

"I made the adjustments like you asked." Jesse announced pulling your shotgun from his half-open backpack and handing it over.

"What would I do without you." You replied teasingly taking the shotgun from his grasp. You asked if he could do anything to reduce the shotguns recoil and it looks like he succeeded. You always envied Jesse’s handiness, never being much good at it yourself. "Are you okay with taking the paired patrol with Dina? The last time I heard you were taking some time apart." You glanced over the shotgun once more awaiting a response.

There was a moment of hesitation as he debated on answering, “Yeah I don't see why not, we still talk on a daily basis but we just aren't together." Jesse replied lightly stroking Blue as he met his eyes with yours, "Listen, (Y/N). I'll be fine. Besides I should be asking you the same question about Ellie." He carried on as he nodded his head in her direction. Ellie was casually talking to Dina whilst sorting the supplies out in her bag.

Your eyes wandered back over to Jesse's in confusion, "Why would you need to ask that?"

"I guess I'm not expecting you to make an effort with her. The only people you really talk to is me and Maria, which isn't a bad thing of course!" You rolled your eyes and looked over at Ellie again.

"It's fine Jesse, you don't need to spare my feelings. I do promise to make an effort its just everyone seems so comfortable in their own little bubble.” He gives you a massive grin and pats your leg.

"Glad to hear it! I just hope you understand I'll be asking all about it once I get back." You laughed at his brotherly behaviour and said your goodbyes. You were pretty nervous as you had no idea what to expect from Ellie but you just hope you get along for the sake of the trip.

Once the gate opens everyone sets off on their different routes so you and Ellie were finally alone. She was riding ahead of you having done this route before which gave you the perfect conversation opener.

"So, do you do this route often?" You could see Ellie's body freeze for a second at the sudden question, probably not expecting a conversation out of you so soon.

Ellie turned her head towards you before speaking, "Not really, do you?" You studied her side profile as she awaited your response. The route was hardly familiar but you could've swore Jesse took you along this path.

"Maybe once with Jesse, I can't really remember it though." Ellie hummed in response turning her head back. Your reply was vague but you weren’t exactly focusing on your words right now. The comfortable silence left you with your thoughts, your thoughts being clouded by the girl in front of you.

"What's the deal with you and Jesse anyways? You two seem close." Your eyes widened comically not understanding the intent behind her question. Ellie probably meant nothing by it but you took it as a sign of interest. Then again she could just be asking for Dina; her and Jesse did date after all.

You let out a small sigh toying with Blue’s mane, "I guess you could say that, Jesse was the one who brought me to you guys. I'm pretty sure you remember my grand entrance to Jackson." Upon replying to Ellie's question you had just gotten to the patrol point. You stationed your horse in the garage as Ellie had made her way over to you.

"Yeah that looked rough. Do you want to talk about it?" You paused, chewing on the inside of your cheeks as you quietly thought to yourself. Did you?

Ellie’s presence at the side of your horse threw you from your thoughts as you politely accepted her offer of helping you down.

You both decided to venture further into the building, not straying far from each other’s side. You briefly looked over at Ellie and noticed that she was staring back at you. You jumped in response and darted your eyes to the other side of the room, "Oh! Uh, I don't mind but I'm sure you've heard the story from somebody else." You climbed through the window trying your hardest to avoid the broken glass still present.

Ellie followed and made her way over to the logbook, “Please I don't listen to shit talkers like that." She commented sitting on the desk picking up the clipboard and pen, "Though, can't say I'm not curious."

Ellie/(Y/N) - All clear. -E

You gave her a small smile in response, "Ellie, it really is fine. I’m not going to lie and act like the bigger person when even I would want to know what happened." You sat next to her on the desk and breathed in, closing your eyes and fiddling with your fingertips. You could feel Ellie's eyes on you as she placed the clipboard down giving you her full attention.

You were traveling with your big brother after your mother had been shot multiple times by a group of trigger-happy hunters. That happened around two months ago and you could see the damage it was doing to your brother mentally. Despite this he always managed to keep you well fed and healthy. The day that Jesse found you was the day you lost your brother to the infection. He was bitten by a runner on his ankle due to him running out of bullets and not realising until it was too late. You managed to crush the runner's head with your foot but the damage had already been done.

Your brother looked so defeated as his eyes glazed over the bite. He looked like he was about to throw up as he fought the rising fear of facing the inevitable. Your heart leaped into your throat as you began piecing together the situation before you. Maybe it was the pent up emotions of losing your mom and now being forced to come to terms with losing your brother. You just couldn’t understand what went wrong.

Your brother knew what had to happen next to ensure your safety and shushed you saying it was okay. The raw panic noticeable in his voice as he held your face and looked you in the eyes, "You know what you have to do." Your body went cold as he reloaded his pistol and placed it in your hands. You looked up at him, lips trembling and eyes glistening with tears. You held onto the pistol firmly and hesitantly lifted it up to his forehead.

Your stomach clenched as you gripped the gun tighter, "I love you."

Ellie noticed your change in demeanor and how you were biting your lip to try and hold back the tears. She began gently rubbing your back in circular motions to calm you down. You took two deep breaths and carried on twiddling your thumbs, "After I shot the gun I drew the attention of another horde in the area I suppose. Luckily, Jesse was patrolling at that time and got to me as I barely had enough ammo to defend myself. Who knew runners were so good at hand to hand combat?"

Ellie gave off a little laugh at that comment realising it was your way at trying to lighten the mood. You looked over at her and smiled, slowly dragging yourself off the desk. Ellie followed along quietly. She had an idea of what happened but it hit a lot deeper coming directly from you.

You cleared your throat slowly shuffling towards the exit, "We'd better head off to our next area. I don't want to disappoint Maria since I'm still new to this patrol business." You explained turning around to face her. It was nice patrolling with Ellie. Sure, doing it with Jesse was equally as good but you enjoyed the change.

"Doing it in pairs is fairly new to me too. I usually did it in groups." You paused and knitted your eyebrows together in disbelief.

"Groups? Why out of all people did you go on group patrol?" Ellie sighed heavily.

"My old man insisted." She looked incredibly embarrassed. Her cheeks were tinted red as her eyes refused to meet yours.

Your face softened noticing her discomfort, "That's actually really sweet." You muttered giving her a small smile before opening the exit door for her. She looked at you warily, expecting you to mock her about her overprotective father figure. Most teenagers would've.

You followed behind Ellie on your horse for about 10 minutes making light conversation until she pointed out an area to station your horses. You went off to take a look in the new building, your curiosity getting the better of you. Your dominant hand was hovering over your gun just in case you encountered any infected but overall the place seemed clear.

You jumped over another broken window that led to the outside, observing the back structure.

You came across a jagged but slim crack present at the bottom of the building that no human could possibly fit through. It looked so old and fragile, crumbling at the simple touch of your finger, "Hey Ellie! Did anybody know about this?" You were laid on the floor shining your flashlight through it as Ellie came jogging up beside you.

Ellie shook her head in confusion and crouched own, "Not that I know of." She squinted peering closer, "Holy shit, it looks like it leads underneath the building."

You hummed turning to her, “Yeah seems like it. The bricks look like they'll come loose if I kick them hard enough." Ellie nodded and stood back. You smashed your foot against the wall forcing all the bricks to collapse in unison creating the perfect entrance. You both smiled at each other as Ellie helped you off the ground and gave you a high five, "Alright, masks on. Better to be safe than sorry.”

Once your masks were fixed on, you and Ellie jumped down. Both your flashlights lit up the space that was now visibly swarming with spores. You and Ellie decided to split up to cover more ground and hopefully you'll find some useful supplies.

Spores were almost always a bad sign so you kept your wits about you, making sure you were checking every nook and cranny for possible infected.

As you entered a new room you came across a skeleton with a bottle of alcohol in its grip. Examining it further, it was pretty clear whoever this was took their own life.

A gun was not too far from its other hand alongside a note left on the dresser. You took the alcohol from its grip and shoved it in your bag. It felt wrong given the circumstances but in terms of survival you can’t be too picky.

Moving over to the note you brushed off the dust that’s been gathering for the past few decades and started reading it.

To whoever finds this,

Me and my wife Judy have been bitten. To protect our kids we locked ourselves in the basement. Judy has locked herself in the room next door. I pray she doesn't allow herself to turn but nevertheless I will not be another victim to the infection.

I've tried to reason with Judy but she says she's going to wait it out. How can she allow herself to turn? I really hope she survives this for her sake but even if she does I won't be alive to see it. I hope she comes to her senses. Soon.

You flipped the note over but that was it, "Locked herself in the room next door?” You mumbled staring down at the writers skeleton.

Your eyes widened as your stomach dropped, “Oh fuck-" As soon as you came to the realisation you heard a monstrous groan bellow throughout the building and a gun going off in the next room. You quickly dropped the note darting towards the commotion finding Ellie in a heated fight with a version of infected that you've only ever seen once.

A shambler.

It charged at Ellie throwing her to the ground with a nasty thud. You knew you had to stun the shambler somehow otherwise you'd have no chance of killing it. You swung off your backpack and picked out the alcohol. Your mother taught you how to make a molotov before she passed. This was brought on when a group of psychos thought they owned the city and killed anyone who passed through.

Must be a pretty common thing.

Anyways, clearly one of them liked to smoke because you found 3 lighters and plenty of roll ups on his corpse. The molotovs you made managed to thin out the group as your mother and brother took care of the remaining few.

You began ripping a piece of the shirt underneath your hoodie, putting your mothers teaching to good use. You lit the fabric preparing the molotov just in time. From the corner of your eye you could see the shambler getting ready to charge at Ellie again which forced your body into action. Using your dominant hand you threw the Molotov leaving it no time to react.

You pulled out your shotgun as it burned the mutated flesh causing it to screech out in agony. You fired the remaining shots trying your best to aim for the skull. It was difficult due to the frantic flailing of its arms but you were persistent, making every shot count.

Noticing its change in demeanor you dropped your shoulders and attempted to control your erratic breathing. The shambler fell to its knees bursting out in a vicious cloud of spores as you took a sigh of relief. You peered over at Ellie who was slumped, leaning against the wall clutching her abdomen in pain.

Your eyes did a double take as you saw most of the glass in her mask was missing. You suppressed a shiver as you caught on to her rapid short breaths. This can’t be happening. You stared in utter fear as Ellie continued to breathe in spores.

In the back of your head you knew there was nothing you could do to help her but that still didn’t stop you from trying. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" You ran over to Ellie in a panic ripping off her mask and clasping your hand over her mouth and nose as best as you could.

"It’s going to be okay, just please stay calm for me." You urged fiddling with the clasp using your other spare hand, “You can have my mask and I’m going to hold my breath, okay? I’ve done it be-!” Your body was slammed against the floor as Ellie held your mask firmly to your face, groaning in pain.

"(Y/N), d-dont" She stammered trying to catch her breath. You easily pushed her off you as she leaned back in pain again, looking at you in desperation.

You sat there sadness clouding your features as you looked over at Ellie’s weakening state. "H-how?" Your eyes scanned all over her face.

For a second you froze, your face hardening, “You aren’t coughing?” You questioned bluntly. Ellie’s breathing began to slow as she averted her eyes away from yours, “How are you breathing in this shit?”

Ellie shifted uncomfortably, "I'm immune." She managed to get out.

Your mouth snapped shut as you reeled yourself back. Naturally, you felt a huge wave of relief but the feeling of possibly loosing someone else was still lingering.

"Your immune." You repeated standing up. "Well thank fuck for that I almost thought you were dead." You scoffed kicking her broken mask aside.

"(Y/N).." Ellie trailed off gazing up at you as you as you picked her up off the floor.

You looked away from her as you lightly let go of her fragile body and threw both your backpacks over your shoulder, "C’mon, Let's get you back home."

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Once you and Ellie arrived back in Jackson she was immediately taken in for medical treatment. Maria asked you what happened but you gave a very vague response and returned home. They offered you treatment but you always preferred to do it yourself, there were only a few minor cuts and bruises anyways.

Whilst treating your own wounds you began replaying in your head what happened. You regretted being rude to Ellie after finding out she was immune but you had no clue why you spoke to her like that to begin with.

Getting frustrated with yourself your movements became sloppy. You hissed in pain as you further irritated your cut and withdrew your hands from your stomach. You struggled to look at yourself in the mirror hating this version of yourself.

Fed up, you took a deep breath and grabbed the bandages left inside your bedside drawer. Once you were all patched up you decided to grab some food. Anything would do right now. You put on a thick jacket and stepped outside; the snow was a lot heavier now than before.

Walking along the streets of Jackson you noticed how quiet it was. You were never out at this time as you'd usually sleep the rest of the day since the morning patrols always sucked the life out of you. It was undeniably gorgeous. Your favourite part of Jackson has always been the fairy lights that framed the buildings. If you weren't so exhausted all the time you'd watch them every night along with the stars.

Once you had collected your food you headed back home. You could vaguely hear voices on the street ahead of you turning the street corner. You mentally kicked yourself for not recognising them sooner. Walking in the same direction before you was Ellie, Dina and Jesse. The last thing you wanted was to be interrogated by Dina and Jesse but this was the only route that led to your house. You could see the outline of their figures begin to stop in the middle of the path urging you to quickly hide yourself behind a conveniently placed tree.

"What do you need to apologise for?" Dina asked standing in front of Ellie with her arms crossed.

Jesse put his hand on Ellie's shoulder to stop her from walking, "There's no point doing it now, (Y/N)'s always asleep at this time."

Ellie nudged Jesse's hand off her shoulder and tried to barge past them until Dina held her back, "Ellie is there something you're not telling us?" Dina questioned glancing over at Jesse.

Ellie huffed and rolled her eyes, "There isn't! I just want to apologise for what happened." She explained looking back at them intensely.

Dina moved her hands to her hips, "You want to apologise because she put herself in danger to save you? That's the job! You protect each other!"

"What if she's mad at me?" Ellie quietly mumbled causing Dina and Jesse to look at one another.

Jesse put his arm around Ellie to comfort her which she just silently accepted, "Why would she be mad? (Y/N)'s saved my ass a bunch of times and we just laugh it off. You're thinking too much into this."

Ellie shrugged in response, "I guess."

"C'mon, you need to rest. You're not helping your condition standing out in the snow." Dina urged walking the opposite direction. The three of them turned around and began walking towards you. You breathed a sigh of relief as they passed and began walking again once they were out of sight. At least you knew Ellie had no hard feelings towards you. It's a shame you couldn't tell her it was mutual.

Once you got back home you ate your food and fell straight to sleep. You had a regular morning patrol with Jesse which started at 6:30am and you knew you’d need as much rest as you could get after today’s events.

After your well needed slumber it was finally time to set off on your patrol with Jesse. You two were riding your horses through the heavy snow until you came to a stop. You jumped off your horse and surveyed the area for any infected. Jesse came up beside you with his gun out, taking the lead.

"So (Y/N), care to elaborate on yesterday's antics?" You rolled your eyes at his question and walked past him.

"There's nothing to elaborate on, we were just jumped by infected. Ellie got hurt so I finished them off and we turned back." There was no way you were going to tell Jesse about Ellie's immunity. It was still a lot for you to digest and besides there's no way he'd believe you.

Jesse shrugged and stopped in his tracks, "Hey, if that's all that happened then I believe you. I only asked because Ellie was acting weird about the whole thing."

"It's fine. It was a rough day for both of us." You reassured him looking back with a small smile.

After looking around and finding no infected you both headed back to your horses. After 5 more hours of patrol, you both finally headed back to Jackson.

As the gates opened you were met with Dina and Ellie who must’ve gotten back just before you. Your two horses were passed off to the stable hands as Jesse strolled his way over to them with you following closely behind. "How'd it go ladies?" Jesse beamed causing them to cut their conversation short and look over in your direction.

Ellie looked down at her shoes once she saw your figure approaching behind Jesse's. "Hi guys." You smiled warmly at them nodding your head in the process.

"Hey you two, we were actually waiting for you to get back." Dina grinned, "I'm sure you've heard of the dance happening this weekend?" You glanced over at Jesse furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

Jesse laughed nudging you, "Well I was going to drag (Y/N) along with me."

“Any excuse to throw me around it seems, what a gentleman.” You joked earning a giggle from both Ellie and Dina. You four were walking through the town but you couldn’t shake the feeling of Ellie’s eyes on you. You didn’t have the confidence to face her which was an unusual new feeling for you.

Once you all made it to the bar Dina turned around to face you, "All jokes aside I think it'll be really fun. Everyone deserves time to chill out and have a few drinks."

You gave off a laugh and began fiddling with your fingers in embarrassment, “I can’t say I like the idea of voluntarily making a fool out of myself but- " The corner of you mouth quirked up breaking out into a wide grin, “- Ah, what the heck you’ve twisted my arm, I’ll be there.”

You were kind of regretting that now standing in the middle of your room feeling completely out of your depth. Saying you were nervous was an understatement. Call it the fear of the unknown but you weren't sure what to expect.

You were born after the outbreak and your family were constantly on the move. Having Jackson to settle down in was a blessing but because of past events you still felt uneasy. Picking an outfit to go to a dance was alien to you and acting as if everything was fine was hard.

It was the day of the dance and you were looking at your collection of clothes in disgust. You were hopelessly scanning the clothes in your closet expecting one item to catch your eye. Shaking off the heavy feeling in your stomach you changed into a pair of blue jeans and a low-cut shirt. You glanced over at the clock and realised Jesse should be at your door any minute now.

You sat on your bed for five minutes until you eventually heard him knocking, "Hey (Y/N)! You ready?" You slowly got up off your bed and took a deep breath. You walked over to the door opening it and staring back at you was Jesse. He looked you up and down with the biggest smile, "Let's get this party started, shall we?"

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Soooo you may have already read this if you’ve went down the ellie wormhole (im very guilty of this) as I have actually posted this on wattpad! I’m currently revamping this whole story and referring it to tumblr but I’m still leaving it on there as of now.

I’m going to be forming the parts together to create bigger chapters and overall edit this into a better story.

I hope this clears things up & thanks for reading <3

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The One Where Everyone Finds Out

Summary – You and jake decide to keep your relationship a secret, but the two of you aren’t as subtle as you thought you were

Pairings – Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count – 3.2k

Warnings – allusions to sex, teeny bit of violence if you squint, mentions of alcohol

Waking up next to Jake was an unfortunately rare occurrence for you as of late. With how chaotic and non stop his touring schedule had been the past month or so, you were unable to see him as much as you wanted.

Sneaking around was the hardest though. Upon becoming friends with Jake as well as his brothers and Danny, you and Jake hit it off instantly. You began dating just a few months prior, and the two of you enjoyed the privacy of your relationship; just the two of you.

When you did have moments alone, it was nothing short of perfect. The two of you were extremely happy in the relationship; happier than either of you had been in your entire lives. That’s why waking up next to your boyfriend was the most special.

So when you woke up in Jake’s bed, where he had demanded you be the night prior when he returned home from being away on tour, you expected him to be still asleep next to you. Considering how late he got in the previous night, you automatically assumed he would still be dozed off.

You loved when he was able to sleep in, especially with him cuddled into you; his head would be nuzzled into your neck as his arm was wrapped loosely around you. You knew with the constant traveling and performing, he was bound to be exhausted. He looked all the more refreshed and relaxed sleeping within the comfort of his home. Your heart ached when you realized you weren’t awoken with the view of his chestnut waves splayed across the pillow as his chest rose and fell with even breaths in a peaceful sleep.

Your brows furrowed in exhaustion and confusion that he was missing as you flipped the duvet off of you, your feet hitting the cold wooden floor before throwing on one of Jake’s old crewnecks. It didn’t matter how long ago he had worn it, it still smelled like him and you smiled as you inhaled the familiar scent.

You padded down the stairs then, huddling yourself together due to the cold temperature of his house. He always kept it freezing in there.

“Jake, you better not be up…writing,” your voice that was once loud enough for the whole house to hear dropped immediately once you saw him sitting in the chair.

“Him” also known as Danny Wagner was seated on Jake’s sectional in the living room. All of the color drained from your face and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He looked just as shocked to see you initially, but a smirk soon crept up on his lips.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He leans back further into the couch as his eyebrow lifted cockily.

You sputtered out a breath. “Well, the same thing as you are obviously.”

“Really?” He asks, his voice laced with faux sarcasm. “You’re here to borrow one of his guitars too?”

You looked up at the ceiling and back down to him. “Yeah, there’s no good lie I can come up with here, is there?”

Danny shook his head, his lips tucked as a chuckle threatened to escape him. “So this is why you’ve been so smiley and giddy for the past few weeks, huh?”

“Weeks?” Jake’s voice is heard as he enters the living room, one of his guitar cases in hand as he walks toward you both. “Try 2 months, Daniel.”

Now that Danny had caught you, Jake wasn’t concerned with keeping the secret you two had from him any longer.

“Oh shit,” Danny leans upward. “For real?”

“Yeah,” Jake response was curt. “So, do you want the guitar or not?” This was him politely attempting to kick his friend out of the house so that he could take you back to bed and really show you how much he missed you on this one day they had off.

“Oh yeah,” Danny stands up and takes the guitar case from Jake’s hands. “I’ll leave you two to, uh, write…”

Jake scoffs, but his tone becomes more serious. “One scratch on this baby and it’s your life, Wagner.”

Danny chuckles. “Right.”

“Hey, Danny,” you cross your arms over your chest. “Can you please not say anything?”

Danny nearly hesitated, feeling uneasy being the only one to keep a secret this big from the rest of the group, but nodded anyway. He said his goodbyes and left, guitar in hand.

As soon as the door closed, Jake made his way to you. Your eyes were on him, but your head was anywhere but Jake's living room. You felt guilty asking Danny for keeping this secret, but you weren’t ready to leave the seclusion of just you and Jake.

“Hey,” his voice brings you back down to earth and you look up at him. “You know I’m ready to tell them whenever you are. And I don’t mind keeping this a secret for as long as you want to. I want to do everything on your terms.”

“I know,” you smile as his arms reach to pull you into him. “I just don’t want to leave our happy little bubble of just us yet.”

Jake chuckles from above you. “Just us and Danny.”

You swatted his chest and he laughed even harder before you turned around to run up the stairs and away from him. He caught you quickly though, catching up to you as he wrapped his arms around your stomach and pulled you back into him. He peppered kisses all over your face as you giggled, relaxing into his touch and leaning back into him. He took this as an opportunity to press a kiss to your neck, and the tone suddenly became more serious.

“It’s kinda hot, right?” He asks lowly into your ear and you smirk away from his view. You hum in agreement, turning back around to face him as you wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses your lips then and you welcome them instantly.

“Back to bed?” Jake asks in between a breath after the kiss grew more passionate. You hummed into his lips, pulling him by the waistband of his sweatpants and back up the stairs.

A few days after Jake and the rest of the band returned from tour for good, the four boys invited you to have a night out with them. You obliged, of course, excited to reunite with the four of them. While you were ecstatic to spend more time with Jake, worry loomed through your mind the more you thought about the night ahead of you. The combination of him, alcohol, and the other boys had the possibility of not being a good mix.

Nevertheless, you slipped on your black miniskirt and a tank top with a pair of boots and made your way to the bar that the five of you frequented.

The night had been going seemingly well so far. Josh was about 3 beers in while Danny had just finished his second. This was the first time you had seen Danny since the incident at Jake’s house, and with the way he was shaking his leg under the table, you could tell this secret was weighing on him.

Sammy was halfway through his second tequila-infused drink; a girl he was dating for the time being was latched to his arm the whole night. The sight of them made you a bit sad, wanting to be able to touch Jake freely in front of his brothers and share your relationship with the world.

You and Jake were about 3 tequila sodas in and fighting the urge to keep your hands off one another as you sat side by side in the booth. There were a few times he placed his hand on your thigh as a force of habit, but quickly pulled it away once he realized what he was doing.

The next time he did it, you placed your hand on top of his before he pulled away. You looked over at him as a smile plays on his lips, looking down at the table before tapping back into a conversation with Sam. You almost regretted keeping his hand there as he slid his palm higher on your thigh.

Your breath hitched and you reached for your drink that you placed on the napkin coaster in front of you. You were hoping Sammy didn’t notice as he made eye contact with you, but you brushed it off quickly and looked back down toward your drink.

Bringing the straw to your lips, Jake slipped his hand inward and traced over your underwear with his pinky lightly. All too lightly.

You chugged your drink through the straw before it began making that god-awful sound, indicating that your glass was now empty. Jake kept his hand in between your thighs, moving it over slightly to press his middle finger against your heat to apply more pressure as he calmly carried on his conversation with his younger brother.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you blurted out, your cheeks flushing instantly at your sudden outburst before standing up.

“Don’t fall in,” Josh joked with you, cackling at his own joke before taking another sip of his beer.

You hurried off to the disgusting bar bathroom, desperate to get rid of the blush on your cheeks and the new fire between your thighs. You locked the door behind you and bring yourself to the mirror. Through your tipsy state, you really couldn’t tell if you looked as flustered as you felt.

It wasn’t long before you hear a knock on the door.

“Someone’s in here!” You call out, sighing as you tried to fix your hair in the mirror.

“I know,” Jake’s voice sounded through the door, and you smiled before opening the bathroom door for him. He hurriedly pressed his lips to yours, pinning you against the bathroom sink. You reached one hand behind you to keep your back from pressing into the edge and gripped the roots of his hair with the other. He moaned into your mouth and you smiled, wrapping your leg around his hip.

Jake grips one of your hips with one hand, and reaches to grab the thigh around his waist with the other. He then pressed his groin to your center, already hard and ready for you.

“Wanna get out of here?” He pulls his lips from yours to ask.

“Please,” you all but whine out and he nods, pulling his body from yours.

He gives you a moment to smooth your clothes over, reaching his hands out to fix your hair. As soon as he pulls the door open, you’re both met with Sam, an all-too-knowing smirk on his face. Your face goes beet red and you can’t believe it’s been less than a month since you were caught red-handed by Danny.

You don’t have to see Jake’s face to know he’s as pale as a ghost. “Y/N, sh-she got sick and-”

“Oh, shut up,” Sam laughs loudly, and you’re suddenly all too aware that everyone was still in the bar. “You two aren’t fooling anyone.”

“Josh knows?” Your heart races and you’re not too sure you’re ready to hear his answer.

Sam scoffs. “Are you kidding me? That fucker is three sheets to the wind.” You let out a sigh of relief and you feel Jake's tenseness dissipate in front of you.

Jake clears his throat before he begins to speak. “Listen, Sam-”

“Relax,” Sam waves a hand in front of the two of you. “I’m not gonna say anything about your forbidden love affair.” He makes a dramatic gesture with his hands and rolls his eyes.

“Thanks, Sammy,” you offer him a smile and plant a kiss to his cheek as the two of you exit the bathroom. He mutters a “yeah, yeah, yeah” before you and Jake excuse yourselves from your friends and out of the bar. You got really sick, after all.

“Why the fuck is Jake not answering?” Josh nearly had steam blowing out of his ears as he threw the phone on the couch. “He was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago!”

Josh, Danny, and Sammy were all at the studio, prepared to get some work done on their upcoming album. The release date was coming up a lot sooner than they’d like, and it was quickly becoming crunch time for the four boys. Jake, however, was exactly where Danny and Sam assumed he would be: with you.

With the progression of you and Jake’s relationship, it was becoming even harder for the two of you to be apart for such long periods of time. He was either always at your place or you were always at his whenever either of you had free time. When there was at least one moment to spare in both of your schedules, you were together. You couldn’t deny that the two of you were detrimentally stuck in the honeymoon phase, and you never wanted out.

That being said, it was no secret to the two friends seated in front of Josh as he paced the floor of the studio up and down. Danny was trying his best to keep a poker face, but was failing as his leg shook with his chin in the palm of his hand.

Sam snickered as he absentmindedly picked at his nails. “Did you try calling Y/N?”

Danny’s neck snapped in Sam’s direction, and Sam immediately realized the words that just left his mouth. Sam froze and his eyes widened, not quite ready to look up at his older brother.

Josh’s eyebrows furrowed as he continued pacing and he scoffed. “Sam, why the fuck would I call-” He paused instantly, connecting the dots in his head as to what his youngest brother said. His head turned to Sam and Danny, who finally worked up the courage to maintain eye contact with him. The expression on Josh’s face was unreadable as silence filled the entire room. Danny held his breath, trying to search for any emotion on his friend’s face.

Without a response, Josh took a breath and walked out of the studio.

The nap that you and Jake had planned for was supposed to last for 20 minutes. Instead, you found yourself awake at what you thought was only 20 minutes later with Jake snuggled against you from behind. You squinted your eyes to view the time on your alarm clock.

“Oh shit,” you cursed loudly and Jake stirred from behind you. You shook him, not as gentle as you planned to be. “Jake, you’re late! Wake up!” Jake blinks his eyes open, unmoving from his place behind you as he became more oriented.

“Fuuuuck, Josh is gonna kill me,” he groans and rolls over, his palms pressing against his eyes. He lays there for a moment, not wanting to leave the comfort of you and your bed just yet.

“You gotta go, Jake,” you tried your best to shove him up and off the bed and fight back a laugh at how his body was going against your movements. He laughed a little and removed his hands from over his eyes as you gave up, his head falling into your lap as you gazed down at him.

“Why rush when I’m already dead?” He jokes and you tilt your head at him, giving your best displeased expression. The last thing you wanted was for him to get in trouble because of you, but he truly couldn’t care less.

“Baby, get up,” your tone was the slightest bit more serious, but damn he looked so cute as he stared up at you. “They’re all waiting for you.”

Jake huffed out a “fine” and moved himself off of the bed before throwing his shirt on over his head and slipped his pants back on. You lie there on your bed just watching him; taking in the view of his muscles flexing against his tan skin as he dressed himself. He was a dream.

“Don’t give me that look,” he sighed once he turned around.

You furrowed your brows together. “What look?”

Jake walked closer to the bed and hovered over you. “The one that’s making me wanna get back in bed with you and never leave.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours and you nearly forgot the hurry that he needed to be in as his velvet lips danced against yours. It was too hard to force him to leave.

“Jake,” you said in between kisses. “You need to go.” You finally pull his face back with your hands and he pouts.

“Okay,” he sighs, planting one last kiss to your lips before pulling himself back up and walking out of your room. You hear the door open, indicating that he was leaving, but you didn’t hear the sound of the door shutting. Instead, you hear Jake’s voice again.

“Josh?”

You practically leap up from your bed and sprint in the direction of your front door just in time to witness Josh shoving Jake backwards into the hallway.

“We’ve been waiting for you for over an hour, Jake!” His voice booms through your entryway as he walks closer to Jake, slamming the door behind him. Jake, not wanting to make things worse, simply backs away from him.

“I know, Josh. I’m so sorry. I overslept and I-”

“And you’re screwing our friend and everyone knew but me?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Jake was silent at his interruption, swallowing hard before looking down at the floor.

“And what happens when your little ‘friends with benefits’ situation gets fucked like it always does, huh?” Josh taunts him, his face growing red. “She’s my friend too, Jake! I’m not losing her just because you need to put your dick in someone-”

“Josh, it’s not like that!”

“What’s it like then?” Josh crosses his arms over his chest. “Fucking enlighten me.”

“I love her, Josh.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach the second he said those words out loud. Sure, you and Jake had been together for a few months now, but neither of you had said the word just yet. You knew you did, and you had an inkling he did too, but now you knew for sure. He loved you.

“You love me?” Your voice was quiet as nerves took over your body. Jake finally turns around to face you and his expression softens, his eyes filled with adoration; a special look only reserved for you. You couldn’t believe that you missed it all of those times before.

“I do,” he steps toward you. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You smile up at him. “I love you too, Jake.”

“Well, fuck me,” Josh’s arms uncross and he drops them to his side. “Why didn’t you guys tell me?”

You decide to speak up now. “I’m really sorry, Josh. We really wanted to tell you, but we wanted to see what this really was before we told anyone, really. Danny and Sam found out on their own by accident and we asked them not to say anything.” You take Josh’s hands in yours then. “Just please don’t be mad at them, and don’t be mad at Jake either. I was the one wanting to keep it a secret for so long.”

There was a long pause as Josh pondered and you held your breath. “I hate that I can never be mad at you,” He huffs and a chuckle escapes him. “I understand, I do. And to be honest, I wish I was more shocked.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Josh pauses to find his wording before speaking again. “I always kinda knew. You can always tell when two people are in love.”

You smile at him. “So, everyone kinda already knew?”

“Everyone knew.”

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Mirrors of Night - A Regret So Deep

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Character(s) - Lucifer

Warnings - Angst and sad!Luci

Wordcount - 600+

A/N - I've wanted to write this for a while. And tbh idk what this is. Originally this was supposed to be a letter but it ended up being a diary entry instead. I wanted it to be more angsty but *shrugs* maybe I'll make this a series or something, tell me if you'll like that. Also please don't ask me about the title, I just wanted it to be that. Enjoy a father's agony!

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It has been a while since I’ve written an entry like this. Events leading to emotional turmoil have been rare, but today I couldn’t resist penning down my thoughts.

While going through the trunk in my room I came across many of our family albums. One in particular really pushed me across the stream of memories. It was filled with Satan’s childhood pictures. He is so young in them, naïve, free. His eyes big with curiosity and mischief. I suppose that is something that time has been unable to change. He’s still just as curious and naughty.

Looking through them affected me more than I had anticipated. I have clicked many of these pictures, flipped through this album a dozen times, and yet, today, upon going through it again all the emotions swept over me with a frenzy.

There’s so much happiness in these pictures, moments of genuine laughter frozen in time. All of us look so young, less weary and coiled. And yet, there’s also a sadness in these captured memories. A raw grief recognizable in every alternate picture. A grief that is very much like mourning.

When Satan had been born, more than five millennia ago, I had felt no love for him. I was in pain and aching severely, I had also been in anger but by then Satan had taken and absorbed most of it. In the absence of that explosive emotion all that was left was guilt and my raw and bleeding soul. We had failed and fallen into a realm so different than what we were used to. We had been condemned and cast away and it was all my fault. I didn’t know how to cope with that.

For a while the date of his birth was synonymous with pain. He, himself, was synonymous with pain. A living, breathing reminder of all we had lost, all we had become. For a while the sight of his full grin and bright eyes were the trigger to the phantom pain in my scars. The sight of him used to tear open the scars of wings he had been shaped from. He was the personification of the wretched horns on my head, the dark color of my wings, the filthy thing I had become.

Then, with time, things changed. The searching touch of his fingers on my eyes didn’t seem so annoying anymore and his wheezes of joy became the reason I woke up every day. Reading bedtime stories to lull him to sleep became a peaceful tradition and the sight of the excited swishing of his tail started to bring me immense joy. He loved the bumps on my horns and feel of my feathers against his palm, and so I started to appreciate this new existence I had been granted.

There was still a glaring chasm of loneliness in all of us, the absence of our eighth member was consuming. Satan lessened it though, that loneliness that we were all drunk on. Recognizing that same loneliness in these pictures brings me regret now. I should have savored the closeness of him sooner, not spent so much time despising his mere existence. He was but a child, my child.

Today we are farther apart than I could have ever fathomed. So much distance separates us, animosity like no other piercing it. Sometimes, I wonder exactly when we fell apart. When exactly did all the love turn into such bitterness.

At the end of the day, however, he is family. Child or brother, he will always be family. Protected from afar. Loved from afar. I just wish things were different. I just wish I were different.

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The Shire Is Burning - Chapter 2.

Summary: Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like being on the run for faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that's hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to help her new friends save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least... just one person?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character.

Contents: Swearing, smoking, drug use, eventual smut, and canon typical violence mentioned throughout. Minors DNI.

Chapter: 2 of ?

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WC: 2395.

A/N: I am currently in the process of re-writing this abandoned wip from last year so I can move onto new projects without feeling guilty. Enjoy ❤️

Chapter Two - A wish upon a star.

March 19th, 1986.

The next couple of days were quiet, long, and boring; not that Lilith was surprised. On Wednesday morning she woke with her usual start, heart racing and in a cold sweat. That was another reason Lilith’s mom had insisted on her going to therapy. A year after leaving Hawkins, the night terrors began.

Almost every single night Lilith would find herself tormented with cruel, twisted visions of unimaginable evil. Her mother took her to see three psychologists over the span of seven months searching for a solution. After rounds and rounds of vigorous testing, they all came to the same conclusion. Nobody knew why Lilith was having these nightmares, so all they did was prescribe medication to reduce the symptoms as best they could. They didn’t help.

Lilith calmed her breathing and got out of bed, lazily making her way to the bathroom across the hall. She plugged the bath and turned on the tap before leaning against the sink in a slump. Lilith rubbed her face and yawned, still exhausted after her poor attempt at a night's sleep. The terrors had started to get worse again ever since she arrived back in Hawkins.

Grabbing her book off the shelf, Lilith sank into the hot bath. The aching in her body began to ease at once as the water engulfed her. She lay her head back for a moment, enjoying the initial burn of the water, before opening her book to where she had left it. She was rereading the ‘The Lord of the Rings’ series for the umpteenth time, currently three-quarters of the way through The Two Towers.

Lilith loved to read; she always had and she always would. She'd spent a good portion of her life with her nose buried deep between the pages of the books she'd checked out of the local library. Delving into the realms of fantasy and fiction was a good way to distract herself whenever she was feeling down.

After her bath, Lilith laid back down on her bed. She was still feeling uneasy about last night's nightmare. Usually, she would see visions of Hawkins, but not the Hawkins she found herself in now. The Hawkins she would see was desolated and barren of human life up until four years ago when it became plagued by terrifying monsters; but not last night. Last night was different. The scary part about last night's nightmare wasn’t the monsters - because there weren’t any anymore. None that she could see, anyway, but she could feel… something. Something pure evil. Chills ran down her spine and her stomach churned, unable to shake the feeling that it was looking at her.

She looked at the clock. Only four more hours to kill until Steve and Robin finished work. Lilith got dressed, grabbed her skateboard, and left eagerly.

Twenty minutes later she’d arrived at one of her favorite places in Hawkins. The Record Store. She’d discovered it on her fifth day in Hawkins and tried to visit as many times as she could. She pushed open the double doors and walked inside.

“Afternoon, Axel,” she waved to the man behind the corner.

“Afternoon, Miss Henderson. How are you today?” he replied.

“Good, thanks. Am I okay to use the back room for a bit?” she asked hopefully.

“You can in about…” his voice trailed off as he inspected the piece of paper before him. “Fifteen minutes,” he said with a smile.

“Perfect, thank you,” she told him, making her way upstairs where Axel kept all the instruments.

Lilith walked over to the guitars and began to run her fingers gently over the strings. Taylor had taught her to play a little when they first started the band. She wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t terrible either. She lifted a guitar off the wall carefully and plugged it in.

Chords flowing, Lilith spent the next ten minutes strumming away at the guitar not playing anything in particular. This was how Lilith always began the songwriting process. Come up with a tune on the guitar or a beat on the drums and go from there. “Lilith, they’ll be out in a moment,” Axel called from the bottom of the stairs. Lilith hung the guitar back up and made her way downstairs. When she reached the back room the light just right to the door was still on, so she leaned against the wall and waited, tapping her drumsticks on her leg absently to pass the time.

The door opened and laughter erupted throughout the store. “What the fuck happened to your voice at the end there?” Lilith heard a man's voice say.

“How should I know?!” said a second.

“You sounded like a cat… dying.” The third cackled.

“Yes, yes, it wasn’t great. Maybe I’m coming down with something” the second one pondered. “Here, grab these” he stated, throwing a bundle of cables to his bandmate before going back into the room. He came out a moment later carrying a guitar. “Sorted?”. His bandmates nodded. “Let’s go.”

The man with the guitar turned to close the door and noticed Lilith, who was still tapping away with her sticks. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize you were waiting. It’s all yours.” he told her. Lilith looked up and recognized him at once. It was Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. Lilith muttered a thank you and entered the room, closing the door behind her. Eddie was still looking at her.

She spent the next couple of hours drawing out all the noise in her head with the loud beating of drums. She’d spent many hours in the record store on her days off and she quickly formed a friendship with Axel, the owner of the store. They came to an agreement; if she came in and helped out for a few hours on some of her days off, she could have unlimited access to the soundproof room and any instrument she wanted to use. Aunt Claudia had agreed to house her under only one condition - Lilith left her drumkit behind.

At a quarter past six Lilith said her goodbyes to Axel after helping him close down the store and set off to meet Steve and Robin at The Hawk, arriving twenty minutes later. She skidded to a halt and picked up her board.

“Hey,” she greeted them.

“Hi,” they both replied.

“How was work?” Lilith asked.

“Don’t even get me started” Robin sighed.

Steve placed his hands on Robin’s shoulders reassuringly. “It wasn’t that bad,” he told her.

“What happened?” Lilith asked, concerned.

“Vickie,” Steve answered.

“Ahhh. Did you panic again?” Lilith asked Robin.

“Yeah. I always do. You know what I’m like,” she laughed.

“I know it’s near impossible for you but just relax. Come on,” she said, gesturing to the ticket booth.

The three of them joined the queue and waited patiently. They bought tickets to the six-thirty showing of Highlander and made their way inside to buy popcorn and sodas. They sat down in their seats just in time for the movie to begin and spent the next hour and fifty minutes engrossed in the movie, discussing what was happening in hushed tones so nobody else could hear.

“That was brilliant!” Steve told them as they exited the screen.

“I wouldn’t say it was brilliant, but I definitely enjoyed it,” Robin told him.

As they walked back towards the car, Lilith got the familiar feeling that someone was looking at her. Her stomach churned, not quite able to shake the feeling that something was… wrong.

“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked, turning to Lilith.

“Uh, yeah.” she lied. “So what are we doing now?”

They spent the rest of the night at Robin’s house, desperately trying to give her some much-needed advice on the Vickie situation, despite knowing it would all fall on deaf ears the moment Robin was anywhere within a ten-meter radius of Vickie.

March 20th, 1986.

On Thursday Lilith woke up to the sound of her alarm clocking beeping at seven o’clock. Her heart racing again as though she’d just run a marathon, the same nightmare from the previous night returning. She pushed the nightmare to the back of her mind and began her morning routine with a shower before getting ready for work. An hour later, she entered the kitchen and made some toast before joining her aunt and cousin at the table.

“Morning”, she greeted.

“Morning, love,” Claudia replied.

The three of them ate in silence, nobody quite awake yet. After she’d finished her breakfast, Lilith said goodbye and set off to work. The streets were quiet and none of the shops were open yet. It was peaceful. She arrived at work twenty minutes later and found Steve waiting outside for her, keys in his hand.

“Morning, sunshine. Let’s get this over with,” he yawned.

“You not sleep well either?” Lilith pried.

“Hot date” he replied, a smirk spread across his face.

Lilith made two cups of coffee in the staff room while Steve turned on all the lights and booted up the computer out front. Slowly working through her mental checklist of opening tasks, Lilith turned on the popcorn machine and brought out a fresh bag of kernels from the back.

“Does Keith actually do any work when he’s here?” Lilith asked, annoyed. She opened the topping tubs and scowled. “Lazy bastard!” she stated, heading back into the store room to top up the tubs.

At nine o’clock on the dot, they opened the doors and waited for the customers to arrive. They didn’t. At half past nine, Steve turned to Lilith and asked her a question. “What do you want to watch first?”

They decided to start with Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. At ten o’clock they got their first customer who Steve flirted relentlessly with but ultimately got nowhere. They decided to watch The Breakfast Club after that, the store still quiet as it always was on a weekday. Footfall picked up afterward, providing them with a rush that lasted about an hour. Once the store was empty they looked around to check that the coast was clear before choosing their third and final movie of the day to finish the shift. Steve chose The Goonies.

At four o’clock Keith walked through the door and the two of them left. “Want a lift?” Steve asked, holding up his car keys.

“Go on then, thanks,” Lilith said, opening the door and getting in the car.

“You want me to pick you up in the morning? We’ve got to drop Robin off at school but it won’t take long,” he asked when he pulled up outside of Lilith’s house. She took him up on his offer, said goodbye, and entered the house, heading straight for her room. She flopped herself down on the bed, exhausted, and closed her eyes.

She woke up a couple of hours later, sweat on her brow and her hair sticking up in every direction. Tears poured down her face. The nightmare was getting worse and worse every time she had it.

“Lilith… I’m coming…”

This was the first time she’d heard the thing speak. It had a low, growling voice when it spoke. It felt like a warning. But a warning for what? Lilith ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She turned on the cold tap and splashed water on her face before leaning against the sink with her head in her hands, sobbing.

She managed to stop crying after a few minutes and calm down a little bit. Looking in the mirror, she noticed just how bad she looked. She ran a brush through her hair, fighting with the knots that had formed while she was tossing and turning in her sleep, and wiped away the makeup that was smeared down her face.

Lilith left the house in a hurry, eager to avoid prying questions or a lecture from her aunt. She ran to the end of the street, let out a huge sigh, and pulled her headphones over her ears. With her music blasting at full volume to drown out any noise, external or internal, she set off down the quiet streets of Hawkins with no destination in mind.

A few hours later she found herself standing outside of Hawkins High School. As much as she hated to admit it to anybody, she was nervous about starting a new school. Lilith wasn't exactly 'Miss Popular' at school back home and she knew all too well that kids could be cruel. Would she have to endure the same bullying she had already received all over again? Taunted and teased for the way she looked and the things she liked? Lilith shook her head vigorously and snapped herself out of her daze. Her eyes wandered around the perimeters of the school grounds, trying to absorb as much information about the place as she could to help her when term started. She picked up her board and walked around to the back of the school, finding herself on a field presumably used for various sports programs that the school offered.

It was dark out now and Lilith couldn’t make much out in the dim glow of the moonlight. She walked further into the field and found a small gap in the fence lining the track, leading into the woods. Curious, she walked towards it.

Listening intently to the sounds of nature around her, Lilith ventured into the trees. The wind was blowing gently through the trees causing their leaves to rustle calmly and the quiet buzzing and chirps of various insects and other wildlife left Lilith with an overwhelming sense of calm. She continued on her adventure, following a faint footpath on the ground below her. Lilith came to a clearing and saw a picnic table in the center. She walked over and laid down on top of it, looking up towards the night sky.

The sky above was absent of clouds leaving the stars clearer than ever. The longer Lilith looked, the more she saw. She gazed upon the vast unknown above her, making mental notes of all the different constellations that she could locate. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Lilith spotted a shooting star.

Snapping her eyes shut, she took a deep breath and made her wish.

‘I will be happier here.’

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x fem oc #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fic

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We Are Only Seven - Chapter 7

Fandom: BTS Characters: OT7 (Devil!Namjoon, Demigod!Seokjin, Wizard!Yoongi, Angel!Hoseok, Werewolf!Taehyung, Gumiho!Jimin, Vampire!Jungkook) For a visual representation check these >>> VMinKook & NamJinSope Warning: Heart break, crying, mention of battle, killing, death, suicide, panic attack. Word Count: 1.9k Words

Summary: In a world ruled by humans, the other worldly, non-humans are in hiding. But how long will it last this way?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 [Complete]

Yoongi stood in the rain, unable to move a muscle. He had been looking at the sky until Hoseok’s figure disappeared in the darkness of the night. He couldn’t believe he had been caught when he was so close to achieve his goal.

“How dare you dreamt of a bright future?” He felt his conscience asking him, “After everything you had done, did you really think you could turn back from your sins?”

“Why? Were my mistakes too ugly to be forgiven?” Yoongi asked back.

“You are a monster. You’re true place is to dwell in the darkness.”

Yoongi closed his eyes shut. He felt like he had stabbed his friends in their backs. But he was feeling all the pain instead. This pain in his heart was something worse than that of any physical one.

Yoongi looked at his wet white shirt. He laughed at the irony of it. The day he decided to wear white, was the day it revealed the blackest part of himself.

Slowly he walked back to his basement. The place that had been used just for experiments were turned into a home to Yoongi by the most unexpected people. But now, it suddenly felt just like a basement once again.

He looked around it. Things were just the way he had left them a few hours ago. But everything inside Yoongi seemed to have changed. He felt a sudden urge to change his clothes into his older ones. As if wearing something dark again would undone the damage and bring Hoseok back.

Even so, he got changed into one of his black outfits. Then, he went to sit at the very corner of the room where his desk was. The floor was freezing. But Yoongi didn’t seem to mind.

Yoongi buried his face in between his knees. Tears began to fall abruptly. He couldn’t stop them. For the first time since his grandfather died, Yoongi let himself cry.

Namjoon woke up in the middle of the night as he heard something. When he listened carefully, he found out that someone was sobbing. Namjoon walked towards it and saw Yoongi sitting at a corner with his head buried in his knees. His whole body was shaking.

Namjoon hesitated but decided to ask him instead, “Is everything… Is everything alright?”

Yoongi’s head slowly rose from his knees. He looked at Namjoon and shook his head. Namjoon noticed that Yoongi’s hair was wet and his eyes were puffy and red, suggesting that he was out in the rain and had been crying for quite a long time.

Namjoon sat beside him. But he didn’t ask Yoongi anything. After a few minutes, Yoongi, himself, broke the silence, “Can I ask you something very personal?”

“Yeah!”

“Why were you casted out of heaven?”

Namjoon was surprised by this sudden approach towards his deepest, darkest secret. But for some reason, he wanted to share it with Yoongi. Yoongi was the kind of person who would understand.

“Well, it’s because I had rebelled against the Gods and Goddesses’ order.”

“But why? What did they ask you to do?”

Namjoon exhaled out a heavy breath. Then, he began to tell it from the beginning, while Yoongi listened like an attentive student learning from his master.

“The world and everything within were practically created just for Humans. But you see, Gods and Goddesses aren’t always right. They make mistakes too. The difference is that they can erase them easily.

“One of those mistakes was creating the giants. The huge creatures with so much strength but a little to no brain at all. They had been a huge obstacle to the humanity since the beginning of time. So, Zeus decided to eliminate them all.

“That’s what the order was exactly. We, angels, were to kill them off from the surface of the earth. That time, I was made the leader to complete this task with my fellow angels. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“How could I? They wanted me to kill the whole race of giants just for the convenience of the humans. But in my eyes, they were just as important as humans were to this earth.”

Namjoon stopped there. He couldn’t go any further.

Yoongi nodded, “So the Gods favor them too?” By ‘them’, he basically meant the OHA.

Then, Yoongi slowly unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons and showed Namjoon what he had been hiding there all this time. Namjoon couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of that cursed mark.

“I’m going to reveal something about me which you might find surprising.” Yoongi began in front of the boys.

“I used to…” Yoongi hesitated. He glanced at Namjoon for assurance. Namjoon nodded for him to continue.

Yoongi cleared his throat, “I used to work for the OHA once.” There were some shouts of disbelieve. But nobody complained. They seemed rather curious to know more of the story.

Yoongi got the confidence to continue. Everyone believed everything he told them. In short, what Yoongi said were these:

Yoongi was an orphan raised by his wizard grandfather, who had taught him how to control magic. But he, too, died early, leaving Yoongi all alone in this cruel world. The ‘Master of Shadow’ used to be a close friend to his grandfather. So, after his death, the Master took all of Yoongi’s responsibility.

Since then, all Yoongi knew was hard work. He was never allowed to rest, never allowed to fail and most importantly, never allowed to give up. Yoongi grew up to dislike the ‘Master’, but didn’t dared challenge him.

After the formation of the OHA, the ‘Master of Shadow’ willingly joined the company to work on the Supernatural beings and expand his power. Yoongi had to join with him as well.

At first, Yoongi willingly worked for them too, doing all the research works and even hunting some species occasionally. At a point, he was appointed to experiment on an angel. And this angel was Hoseok’s friend, for whom Hoseok had come down to earth.

After some days of regular meeting with the angel, Yoongi started to take a liking for him. They eventually got close and became friends. When Yoongi learned that the angel’s wings were the last ingredient the OHA needed to acquire whatever their evil target was, Yoongi decided to help the angel escape.

Meanwhile, there was a rumor circulating throughout the facility that the only Gumiho they had been experimenting on had died. And before death, that Gumiho had foreseen a future. It was such that the downfall of the OHA would come by an angel’s hand.

So, instead of running away, the angel decided to tear the company apart so that it could not hurt any more creatures. But the OHA was wicked. They found out about their plan.

Unfortunately, the angel had to take his own life to stop the OHA from using his wings. And Yoongi had no other option but to flee.

Yoongi finished the narration of his story and sat down on his chair. The mood of the room grew much more depressing. Namjoon walked up to Yoongi and patted his shoulders with both hands.

“Since then, I dedicated my life on this mission. That’s why, I was so desperate to find an angel and a Gumiho. That’s why, I asked Jimin to look into the future.” Yoongi said, his eyes ready to tear up any moment, “I’m sorry for keeping this away from you, guys. It was a mistake. And now, Hoseok has left.”

Yoongi buried his face on his hands and once again started to sob. Jimin quickly came to give him a hug, while Namjoon kept patting on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry!” Jimin said, “I’m sure Hoseok will come back to us again.”

Momentary silence, everyone was thinking; Yoongi was still questioning his past, Jimin was getting ready to protect the members, Jungkook was missing Hoseok and Namjoon was making a plan.

Suddenly, there was a howling of a wolf from above the building. Jimin’s heart skipped a bit, “Taehyung!” he called.

Not a moment was lost. All of them went to check on Taehyung, who had gone to check on the wizard a while ago. What they found there was surprising and horrifying at the same time.

The door to the prisoner’s room was wide opened. A big black wolf lied in the corner of the room being curled up and shivering. The ‘Master of Shadow’ was nowhere to be seen.

Jungkook and Jimin went straight to the wolf. Jimin tried to calm Taehyung down saying all the comforting words he could come up with while Jungkook ran his hand on his black fur. It took much time to finally bring Taehyung back to himself again. He, then, returned to his human form.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung wiped a tear from his face, “I couldn’t stop the wizard.”

“Oh dear!” Jimin exclaimed, “Did he hurt you?”

Taehyung nodded like a little child and added, “The door was already opened when I came here. When I tried to stop the wizard, he did something crazy to my brain.”

“Mind control!” Yoongi informed, “He’s a master at that work.”

Taehyung nodded again, “Yes, you’re right. I was under some kind of mind control thing. I felt like I…I was back at the laboratory again. I was chained up to their walls. I…I was locked up.”

“Ssh, baby.” Jimin whispered as Taehyung grew agitated. “You’re not at the facility anymore. You’re here, with us.”

“I’m so sorry.” Taehyung said once again, “I wish I could… I could change my mind. I always feel trapped inside it. It’s suffocating.”

“Don’t apologize.” Namjoon said, “It’s not something you did on purpose.”

“But one thing doesn’t make sense.” Yoongi said, “How was the door opened? The spell I put in there, it couldn’t be broken by anyone from the inside.”

“Maybe the ‘Master’ bewitched Taehyung to do it?” Seokjin suggested.

“But…” Yoongi was about to say something when Namjoon called everyone, “There is a note.”

Namjoon read out the note left by the ‘Master’ aloud, “All thanks to you, Min Yoongi, for doing the hardest job of locating an angel and pushing it away into our trap on your own. I hope you don’t regret the decision that you had made two years ago of betraying and working against the company.”

“No!” Yoongi let out a cry of agony.

“They caught Hoseok, didn’t they?” Jungkook’s voice cracked.

Jimin asked, “What do we do now?” while Taehyung kept shaking his head in refusal.

“We need to make a solid plan to rescue Hoseok.” Namjoon said.

Everyone kept suggesting whatever they thought right that should be done. But none of the plan seemed reliable enough. They could never fight hundreds of guards and wizards of the OHA all alone. They needed more people and strength.

“We can’t lose time.” Yoongi said finally, “If the OHA has his wings they will grow more powerful and defeating them will be impossible.”

“Then, what do you suggest we do?” Namjoon asked.

“I’ll go alone.” Yoongi said.

“That’s stupid.” Jungkook said, “We can’t even imagine facing them all together and you’re talking about fighting them alone?”

“I’m the one who’s responsible for this. So, it has to be me.” Yoongi further argued.

“But we can’t let you go without a plan.” Namjoon said rather boldly.

Yoongi nodded at him, “I think, I have one.”

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Hades Tigers: SC 0 - Part 3

Part 1 Part2

Global fic content tags: Injuries, violence, necromancy, mild gore, blood, character death, reflections on life, im-/mortality and love, mentions of alcohol, smoking and corpses.

Day 2, Dawn

Rust’s mouth fills with liquid, their dream blurs and fades back into harsh reality as they jerk awake. They turn to their side to expel the sea water filling their lungs. They can feel their skin being pulled tight, the pearlescent growths covering new scars, a particularly vicious cough causing a few to crack painfully. Rust finishes expelling seawater and rests on their side, the covers having fallen off in their tremors. “Hmm.” Rust hears a faint hum behind them, as they sense more than feel Amelia’s presence pushing against their back. Ever since the crash, everything had been painful. Fabric caught in the marbling of pearlescent scales now shielding their skin. Waking was the worst of it. And yet, Amelia could still console them. His touch, if Rust could call it that, still warmed and relaxed the tense captain where the finest silk couldn’t. Rust felt as Amelia’s hand passed around their waist and up to their chest. Against their still heart. Rust didn’t remember how long it had been. Since Hades -as he’d introduced himself much later than was convenient, had offered them the current arrangement.

But along the waves, the Iridescent Sacrifice had crossed paths with a new crew. Souls old and new took the same chance Rust had, each with their own reasons. None knew their purpose, Hades had only spoken of feeling a new wind blowing, the thirst for a new venture, new thrills. New Competition. Though his eyes and that of his wife held a reluctance buried under their unnatural shine.

To Rust, all they had wanted was more time to find Amelia, dead or alive.

They weren't sure which applied to his new state of being but one thing was sure, they had found him. Rust opened their mouth and their sea-water rasped voice rang a simple phrase. “Aheri.”. Amelia’s veils parted slightly, not enough to see the face permanently hidden beneath but enough to make sure his voice would be clear when they replied.

Amelia woke up in a void. Darkness filled his surroundings, he couldn't see his body but he could feel it. It was different. He felt better in his skin, under his skin. Even though his current circumstances were confusing. The world wasn't cold, yet he remembered drowning. From experience, Amelia knew the depths weren't this warm.

Amelia opened his mouth to breathe yet no air filled his lungs, no air flowed out either. Amelia felt no ground under his feet and no air or water dragging along his body. He was suspended in an inky void to the best of his knowledge.

That was when he felt it. Pressure. Overwhelming pressure. It wasn't against his body, it was… a massive presence. Trying to speak proved unsuccessful, every fiber of his being was too tense to move. Amelia felt observed, unable to flee or escape the gaze of an observer they did not see.

He felt like his observer was all around, unknowably massive and overwhelming in its presence. It was moving, all around him. As if curious… or prowling.

Trying to move to follow this shifting presence made Amelia finally feel resistance, as though they were wrapped in many layers of silk, each movement he attempted felt heavy, as if they were dragging dead weight around.

"I will make you a deal"

The voice vibrated Amelia's bones. Like the entire void had spoken at once. He didn't hear any words and yet he knew the meaning.

"You want to see your friends?"

CN: Birth, illness, mention of colonisation

Juneau pushed her father’s boat into the shaky late winter waves. Her hands were shaking, not from the cold but stress. Her parka kept her shielded from the winter snow and cold winds, and as she leapt into the boat, her hat fell into the boat, freeing long untamed hair to cover her face. Only a few days ago, Juneau had been beside her mother and aunt, the village’s Paapuskaaq, as the three women welcomed Juneau’s youngest sibling. The newborn was welcome into the already cramped home with nothing but smiles and the names of relatives.

Her mother had fallen ill the next day, likely due to an infection. Juneau’s aunt wasn’t worried, but her dad had been. Their food supplies were running low and the waters wouldn’t yet be safe from the storms until the summer, they maybe might be lucky to catch a fox or an otter inland but between child care, her mother’s treatment, her father’s hunting and Juneau’s 3 other younger siblings, the resources were dwindling faster than land and river resources could hope to supplement. There would be no hope either in receiving help from the folks who traded work in their canneries and far too much loss in exchange for meager support.

Juneau put her hat back on, the caribou skin sown by her aunt and mother and grandmother before she passed made her feel safe even as the boat entered shakier waters. The storms had just seemed to lull and she’d taken the chance. Warning no one, going on impulse and desperation alone, knowing full well her father would disapprove, Juneau convinced herself to be more confident than she was.

She’d never sailed alone, always accompanying her father. Not least of which, only in the summer when the seas calmed down. Her eyes scouted the depths for something to hook or harpoon. But the waves and low light made the waters inky and imperceptible.

In precarious balance, Juneau stood there for what felt like hours before throwing her harpoon into the depths in frustration. Yelling and cursing in what little she knew of Sugt’stun. She sat down on the bottom of the boat, landing heavily on the wood and rocking with the waves as she put her head in her hands, breathing heavily with anger. Her face markings framed her eyes as they flooded with frustrated tears. She didn’t know how they were gonna make it through the winter. Perhaps she’d return and work in the canneries. Trading more of her name and language in exchange for mere subsistence. Perhaps her father and uncle would catch a bear who hadn’t yet lost all of its winter fat. Perhaps…

Sat at the bottom of a boat built to be driven by 4 or more people, head in hands and whispering nightmares under her breath, Juneau couldn’t see that the waves had gotten higher and the clouds darker. It was too late when she felt the boat rock her off balance first, and then fully capsizing the boat just as she stood up. The sea which had been barely peaceful turned outright hostile as currents drove her deeper. Reaching for anything, she watched as the lighter boat was carried away and all that her hands met was one of the harpoons aboard the boat.

Juneau didn’t know when she made peace with being swallowed by the ocean but she knew that after her last thought left her consciousness, she felt a lift. As though the currents that were pushing her deeper were now pulling her up. She broke through the water’s surface unconscious, feeling her body be carried onto a ship like in a dream. The hard wood on her back felt no different than when her father’s arms held her body when she learned how to swim. A foreign sensation in her chest as her fragile heartbeat seemed to push the water in her lungs out through her throat and mouth. The smell of sea water was still overwhelming, filling the air even as it rushed to fill her lungs.

The sun was shining bright above her head when she blinked her eyes open. She had been moved then from the top of the deck to a bed in a room of the ship, sunlight beaming through an open window. Looking around, the room which surrounded her was cluttered and ornately decorated. The sheets felt soft and airy on her skin, the bed itself was large, as if for two people. Everything smelled of salt, even as the breeze through the window didn’t smell of it. It was impregnated into every part of the room. It stung her nose slightly and dried her eyes as she looked around. There was a map on a large wall, with many inked writings atop the blue expanses of it. Her parka and hat were hung along with her pants and boots, they were dry.

She sat up, it was when her feet touched the wooden planks of the flooring that she heard footsteps above her. They were uneven, but a single person’s. She followed as the footsteps descended a set of stairs, the sharper sound of wood landing on wood accompanying the softer one of shoe leather, both in cadence until they stopped at the door. She heard a knock. Silence. She didn’t know how to possibly respond. The person outside of the door didn’t move or knock again. They simply stood there patiently. It was this patience that got Juneau to answer. “Come in?”.

The door opened, corroded hinges creaking lightly as the captain of the ship walked into their quarters, their skin mottled and two-toned, scarred with iridescent cracks, their coat seemed as though coral had overgrown the original leather. Their raspy voice spoke in a clumsy Sugt’stun “Your name?”. Taken aback, she almost answered in Sugt’stun as well before hearing her parents’ voices. “Juneau. Juneau Holm” she said, in english, Only to family she heard her father in her head.

Rust nodded, switching to english as well. “Rust Nyong’o. I found you while looking for someone else. Can you recognise where on these maps you lived?” they said, pointing at the map on the wall and smaller ones on the desk below it. Juneau nodded. The map looked different from those she’d seen, but she still recognised Alaska. In the smaller maps, she could point to the exact place her village was on the peninsula. “Good, we’ll take you there.” Rust simply said.

Metric tapped the wooden railing anxiously. Neither the raucous atmosphere of the arena or the proximity of overenthusiastic gamblers were the cause of the young adult's anxiety. Despite diminutive and frail stature, Metric commanded space. A known figure at the arena, many gamblers had first encountered through betting on the would-be runt winning them big on an underdog bet. Metric’s goggles are slung around their neck, their permanently bruised eye deterring any gambler who didn’t get the message of the meter of space afforded to Metric. That eye, the only one Metric could still see out of in any significant detail, was fixed on the fighters in the Arena. Well, one exactly. Despite knowing his once mentor turned charge could hardly face any defeat inside the pit, something still gnawed at Metric everytime they saw him step back into the muddy enclosure of the fight pit.

Maybe it was because every time Orlando stepped back into the pit, it felt like failing. Maybe because seeing Orlando fight stressed how performative Metric's so-called role as bodyguard was.

Metric knew that they wouldn't need to protect Orlando from anything physical. The immortal had millenia of practice and magic keeping him from harm, nothing that Metric could ever hope to live up to. But Metric still felt like every time he saw Orlando with that look in his eyes… They could be doing more. Orlando lived with the weight of thousand year old demons, Metric knew.

Metric punched the wooden railing in frustration, this amount of contemplation wasn't one Metric usually had to confront, it cracked under their hardened knuckles.

If they couldn't protect Orlando from his own vices as he did theirs… What was the point of them getting out of the pit while Orlando kept fighting?

In the arena, a loud thud lands, promptly followed by Orlando's boisterous laughter.

Day 2, Noon out now.

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Entry 41 - Words - 4 March 2023, 2:21pm

I'm really compelled to place a patch on my lower abdomen. It's getting real painful living like this now.

Even over the music that I play in the shower, and even through my closed eyes, I still can sense how male I am.

The resonances in the slight breaths that leave me.

My mental picture of myself as my hands trace over my body.

The thought that I'd have to keep shaving myself over just to be comfortable with myself (no wonder my bottle of shaving cream is running out so quickly).

I feel more male than ever.

...

Me: Can you imagine a version of yourself that wants to be a girl?

Him: No.

That was the answer I got, asking that friend of seven years.

Huh. I really am fucked, am I not?

I just don't understand. Why doesn't anyone seem to get it?

Yeah... being a woman has its price...

He was talking about periods.

If only he knew how much I'd take them over being literally unable to function properly around women (to the point that I'm unable to sustain proper relationships with them due to those weird feelings that I have towards them).

If only he knew how I'd take those cramps, even if they woke me up at four in the morning (according to a certain enby), over that war of attrition that wanting to be your partner is, to the point you'd try stuff that she did, only to get angry when it didn't feel the same. That anger is now replaced by a deep, deep sadness.

But I can't. There's no way to make him understand unless I misgender him all the time, which is not something I want to do to him.

I wonder why and how all this happened.

I have a little dream, though, and that'd be that I wouldn't mind being with a woman, though. As long as they aren't materialistic.

That little admission from him snaps me back from my melancholic reverie. I question where I stand, once again.

I feel so alone once again, for baring my soul to others.

Bro, can I ask you something?

I cringe when he asks me that, and it's not just because he calls me bro (though I accept that it's going to be like that for a long time coming). I know what he's going to ask - it's something about my decision to be who I think I am.

I can't help but feel like I'm dragging everyone around me into this entire singularity which my own identity is. I look at my family. My grandpa. Dad. Mom. My brother. The stuff they're doing. Here I am, talking about something as basic and fundamental as my own identity. Something as basic as my place in this world.

They've moved on from that ages ago.

Why haven't I?

Of course nobody understands you; you've been talking to cis people all this time while you were away (from the community).

That enby told me that, just yesterday.

I have a feeling that the trans woman with whom I had a three hour long dialogue with would say the same thing.

Yet, how does that explain how I was fine with being a male? Was the entire yearning to be a girl just been in the background?

And...

What do I do when I find out that I can't be a girl?

What do I do then?

...

I have to go for a job 'interview' (they're just going to pass me a shirt and company stuff) in two days (before I start working at Challenger; <haha insert finance my own C18H24O2 and C21H30O2 joke here>). I don't know how I'm going to survive, when I literally wake up every day, wondering what's wrong with me.

God fucking help me. Please. The bottles seem very inviting.

...

cool song time

owo local band???

owo another local band???

#Spotify

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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[2:15] - joshua hong

requested? Y/N

genre: fluff n joshua being a teasing little shit

wc: 904

a/n: idek what this is honestly i really do write the most minute domestic situations lmao this is just outing me as a filthy tea drinking josh arms lover 😤 this isn't proofread so if it makes no sense i'm sorry lol :') feedback is always very appreciated haha as always i read everyone's tags and they always make my day! 💞💕💞💕

Rain pattered lightly against the window, a streetlight outside sending shadows of droplets cascading down your boyfriend's face. You felt somewhat creepy, you supposed, propped up on one elbow as you admired his sleeping form. You were unable to sleep, and there was only so much tossing and turning you were willing to waste your time doing. Eventually you had relented, bare feet padding down the hall to make tea, and now you were settled again under your large cushy duvet, one hand holding the handle of your mug and the other cradling your head.

You knew if you attempted to snuggle up to Joshua he'd throw an arm around your shoulders and pull you to him no matter how deeply he was sleeping, but you didn't want to take even the tiniest risk of waking him up. You took a small, tentative sip of the warm liquid and relished in its all-consuming comfort, blooming flames in the pits of your stomach that spread to lick at every fibre of your being. You shifted your gaze to the crack in the curtains through which the white light spilled, following the sliver back to the face you so often found yourself transfixed by. His inexplicably gentle features somehow softened further when he slept, lips slightly parted and eyelashes resting daintily on entirely smooth skinned cheeks. You were struggling to fight the urge to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen across his face as you took yet another sip of your tea, the sounds of the raindrops picking up in an apparent mimicry of your heartbeat. He still had you awestruck after a year together, and probably always would.

As you finished your tea and set the mug on the nightstand he stirred, a slight groan escaping his lips as he breathed deeply. You watched him, entirely still in case you woke him fully, but in spite of your efforts it seemed he could sense your lack of somnolence.

"What time is it?" he grumbled through a thick, groggy voice. His eyes remained closed as he asked, but slowly opened after you remained quiet. "Baby?"

"It's almost two, I think," you responded with an indiscreet clear of your throat. He chuckled, bringing a large hand up to cup your face.

"Were you watching me sleep? Such a creep," His voice was as gentle as his expression was, eyes as heart melting as ever, even as he was teasing you.

"Maybe," you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "You're pretty when you sleep."

"So I'm ugly when I'm awake?" he scoffed, acting as if he were in pain when you lightly punched his arm in response.

"You know that's not what I'm saying," you giggled, nuzzling further into his palm as it again sought refuge on your cheek.

"You can't sleep?"

"I gave up trying like an hour ago," you admitted sheepishly, glancing at the mug behind you. "I've just been enjoying the rain." He hummed, a wordless agreement with the sentiment of the rain's enjoyability, and reached his other hand up to pull you down onto him. He knew you liked to lie on his broad shoulders, able to nudge your face into his neck and plant kisses on his tanned skin while his arms kept you feeling ever secure. You were as ever obvious in your love for them, which he definitely appreciated given how often he'd flex for you with an overexaggerated vanity only to laugh at the blush that crept up your neck and settled hot on your cheeks. He was a huge tease, sure, but you loved that about him. And you loved the confidence you knew he derived from it too.

As if reading your mind he tensed his biceps a little as they wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. You felt so safe with him, a whole different kind of warmth spreading through your chest as you felt your heart skip a beat at the action but otherwise begin to slow. You giggled as you pressed your lips to his jaw, looking up to see him smirking.

"You're so easy to fluster," he laughed, not needing to see your face to know it was reddening in the dark.

"Can't help that my boyfriend is hot," you retorted, voice steady with great effort, and it succeeded in shutting him up as he too found his face heating up. You tossed a leg over his so you were lying mostly on your front, brain alternating between focusing on the slowing pitter patter of the rain and his steady heartbeat. You both laid in silence for a while, the peace comfortable, a far cry from the tension you usually felt in such a position with other people. His breathing was slow and steady, your head rising and falling with his chest as he drew patterns up your arm and over the back of your hand.

"Sleep well, darling," Joshua whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your head as he eventually felt himself begin to slip back into slumber. He laced his fingers with yours as he did, as ever wanting as much contact with you as possible. "I love you," he added, so small you could only just hear it, and as you too began to feel sleep finally overtake your body you returned his admission with the warmth he so easily blossomed within you lacing your voice.

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missmorosis · 3 years

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sick manager :)

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima

part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!

personally i loved writing these, so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters 👀

TW: PASSING OUT :))

To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.

You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.

You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.

With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.

There was no denying it, you were sick.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it.

Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.

The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.

A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.

“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.

“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long.

You finally made it-

Shoot.

A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....

"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.

“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.

Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.

Then you slumped into his arms.

...

The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.

"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.

While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.

Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.

"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.

"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.

"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.

"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.

"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.

"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-

"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.

"Fine..."

"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.

Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.

“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.

“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go.

Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.

Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder.

“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you.

“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.

“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.

...

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.

"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.

"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.

"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.

"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."

"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.

"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.

"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.

"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.

"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.

"Did you at least go today?"

"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.

"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.

"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."

You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...

A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.

Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.

"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.

You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.

"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.

"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.

"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.

...

"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.

"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.

"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.

"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.

"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.

103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.

"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."

"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.

"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.

"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."

BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD!! THANKS FOR READING BABE

this is 100% not edited or proofread IM SORRY- IT MAY NOT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE HAHSJFJRI

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ikaroux · 3 years

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Xiao: Who are you ? (part 1) (v.EN)

f!reader

I want a sweet Xiao <3 and then when you have Matsuoka Yoshitsugu as a seiyuu, how can you not love him?! (even if it will surely be complicated for him to understand the emotions that go through him!).

Zhongli being written.

Masterlist

Part 2

Who are you?

The last Yaksha guardian was collapsed on the ground, wounded, exhausted. His last battle with the darkness had lasted most of the night, further weighing down the karma of the young man with dark hair dotted with emerald strands. The voices of those he had killed fogged his mind, causing excruciating pain to his soul and body. Lying on his stomach unable to open his eyes, his hand struggled to find his winged jade spear that had fallen to the ground with him. A groan of pain scraped his throat at the movement.

The young man flinched briefly as he heard footsteps approaching him quickly, feeling hands grasp his shoulders to carefully turn him around.

He tried again to open his eyes, his vision was blurred and foggy. He could not distinguish the features of the human who had seized him, feeling only his hand gently caressing his hair in an attempt to soothe him. The voice he heard calling him with concern sounded like a woman's, soft and warm.

A soothing light enveloped the young woman, the boy did not understand what was happening because in the second that followed, his body lightened, his pain evaporated, was he dreaming?

Although his vision was still blurred, he nevertheless managed to distinguish a little better the contours of the young woman with long hair (color).

"Who are you? "

His voice was marked by fatigue. He managed to distinguish a thin smile on the face of his rescuer. He repeated more weakly:

"Who are you...? "

His eyes sank, the ethereal form of the young woman reminding him of distant memories, a sudden warmth burst in his heart. Tears beaded in the corners of his eyes.

"Gui...zhong? "

The landscape around him darkened, leading him straight into a soft torpor.

Xiao woke up with a start. Where was he? The Wangshu Inn? Yes, he recognized his quarters, but how did he get there? He still remembered his fight against the horde of monsters he had defeated. He raised his right hand to his face, examining it more closely.

He had no more wounds, no more pain, which brought him back to the young woman he thought he had seen. Had he hallucinated? Had she really healed him? Everything seemed to be a blur. He got up from the bed without difficulty, heading directly to the balcony which was on the top floor of the inn. He looked around, hoping to find the woman who had helped him. The sun was beginning to set, so he had spent the day resting here. It was unusual for him, not being human he didn't have the same needs as them, sleeping, eating, living with others, all that seemed ridiculous. He was almost angry at himself for staying unconscious for so long, hitting one of the wooden columns on the balcony.

Xiao turned around, heading towards the stairs, quickly walking down the steps to Wangshu's innkeeper, Verr Goldet.

"Verr. "

The young woman turned her attention to Xiao.

"Good evening lord Xiao, have you recovered from your last fight? "

"Did you see who brought me here?"

Verr didn't take offense to his curt tone, simply shaking her head to indicate that she hadn't.

Xiao clicked his tongue, annoyed. He needed to know who this mysterious woman was who had taken care of him. The memory of the warmth that emanated from her gripped his heart again, drawing his steps back towards the exit of the inn.

He suddenly bumped into a young man with blond hair, accompanied by his annoying little creature.

"Xiao?"

Aether looked at Xiao with big round eyes, he was not used to seeing him with such an expression. He was confused, frustrated and angry, these were all emotions that were running through the yaksha since he woke up.

"Xiao is not in a good mood"- Paimon twirled around him- "You should come eat something with us, nothing beats a good meal for..."

"I don't need that! "

Paimon gasped, hiding behind Aether. Xiao tried to calm himself by inhaling a deep breath of air, passing by the traveler without saying a word.

"Wait Xiao! Where are you going? "

Aether stopped him, grabbing his arm loosely so as not to rush him further. Xiao immediately gave a sharp blow on his arm to disengage himself, he regretted his abrupt words, he hated it. Before he met Aether, he never had to worry about others or how to behave with them, he was alone and he was fine with that. It was all too... human for him. Slowly he turned his gaze to the traveler.

"Aether I... am sorry. "

"Xia...! "

Without saying another word, Xiao disappeared in a draft.

When you landed in Liyue from your native land, Sumeru, a few months ago, a terrifying battle took place at the city's port. An ancient God who had once been sealed by the rock lord had broken free from his prison, attempting to destroy the port of Liyue in the process, but fortunately he was quickly stopped.

Since these events, you had started to travel in the lands of the geo archon, studying the local fauna and flora. Flowers had always fascinated you, their shapes, their smells, their meanings or their benefits, you studied absolutely everything, noting and drawing in a notebook everything you saw.

In Sumeru, you joined the prestigious magic academy to perfect your Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

After several minutes of recalling these events, you noticed that you had finally arrived at the high cliffs of Huaguang. Taking your courage in both hands, you prepared yourself mentally to climb the cliff. Up there was a flower that you wanted to study, the Qingxin flower. They grew exclusively on the highest stone peaks, avoiding heat and humidity, a lonely and hard to reach flower.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

Night had fallen on the Liyue plains, and it was at the top of Qingyun Peak that the Yaksha had taken refuge, watching the stars brighter than ever. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, the memory of the young woman haunted him. The pain in his chest made him clench his fists, he had never felt like this, he didn't even know what name to put on these feelings.

Xiao was a thousand year old follower, human feelings didn't concern him, so why? Why such pain at the mere thought of a... stranger? But was she really a stranger? This woman had reminded him of an old friend, Guizhong, who died during the Archon war. Could she have come back in an ethereal form? Or maybe it was a new trick the demons had found to torture him a little more.

In the distance, Xiao saw a faint jade-colored light coming from the Huaguang stone forest. He widened his eyes, remembering that glow that had saved his life. His heart began to beat furiously in his chest.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

His voice trembled at the sight of the sweet emanation. It warmed him, soothed him, the voices that constantly hammered him fell silent and his usually aching body was now light. At last he understood his obsession with you, when you had treated him earlier this morning, a bond had been established between you, a bond as strong as the one that bound him to Morax for whom he had the greatest respect and devotion.

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.art and deepen your knowledge. More than once your teachers told you that your manipulation of your dendro vision was exceptional, some city-states were already looking to recruit you as a researcher or healer, but you always refused, preferring to remain free of your movements. Once you had finished your studies, you quickly decided to leave your homeland, wanting to learn more from your neighbors. Your steps finally led you to Liyue.

You had left early that morning, heading towards the Huaguang stone forest from the Dihua swamp. On the way, you passed a badly wounded young man with emerald tattoos on him. His face, despite the wounds, was beautiful and when he opened his eyes, the amber color immediately fascinated you.

You couldn't leave him like that, wounded and bruised, using your Dendro vision to heal him. When you used it, it projected a jade aura on you and a flowery area grew around you, releasing energy that allowed you to heal even the deepest wounds.

He had tried several times to ask you to identify yourself, which you did, but his apparent fatigue had closed off his senses.

Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.

You had finally reached the top of the cliff, immediately spotting two-three Qingxin flowers. You immediately knelt down beside one of them, taking out your notebook and pencil. You began to draw this beautiful flower from every angle, noting here and there the characteristics you could observe. Satisfied with everything you could see, you finally turned to the landscape plunged in the darkness of the night. Liyue's sky was dotted with stars that shone brightly. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the cliff top, your gaze turned back to the flowers of Qingxin, suddenly reminding you of the young man you had rescued. When you looked into his eyes, his eyes seemed so sad, so lonely. The pain that seemed to be emanating from him had struck you at the highest point.

You turned your attention back to the stars. Your mind was obsessed with this boy and it was with him in mind that you began to sing an ancient poem by Sumeru. The words, although sung in your native language, were undoubtedly sad and melancholic. Your hands were placed in front of you, palms up, eyes closed, activating your dendro vision. A jade-green circle encircled the entire surface of the cliff, particles of light streaming from the ground. Gradually, luminescent blue flowers began to grow around you, following the rhythm of your song.

It was a violent draught that cut you off, opening your eyes in surprise. You gasped as you saw the young man with the amber eyes standing before you.

He was out of breath, stiff as a board, his eyes never leaving yours. Something in him seemed different from this morning, in his eyes you could see... peace?

He cautiously approached you, kneeling down in front of you to get to your level. He took one of your hands in his, squeezing it gently. The particles you had created swirled around you, lighting up the scene. Your heart was pounding now that he was in front of you, you found him even more attractive under the moonlight. His eyes shone with an incredible brilliance, his tattoos also glowed with a soft emerald glow.

Your voice, your appearance, everything seemed sweet to him, no wonder he confused you with Guizhong, you looked like him in some ways.

His lips trembled slightly as he continued to examine your face, a question seemed to cross his lips.

His free hand went up to your face, tucking one of your locks behind your ear.

"Who are you? "His tone was more brutal than he had intended it to be.

Your eyes widened at the question. Of course you couldn't introduce yourself or learn who he was, his name, what he did. You wanted to know everything about this man who had marked your heart.

Seeing that you didn't answer, he asked again in a soft whisper, making you blush.

"Who are you? "

"(y/n)..."

And for the first time since you met, a smile stretched his lips, a silence accompanying your answer. His smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, his hand dropped yours.

"Xiao. "

You looked at him intensely, your face completely red as he straightened his legs.

"As long as you're in Liyue, I'll protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

You slowly nodded, fascinated by this man who was decidedly not human. He watched you for a few more seconds, his eyes entranced by your presence before disappearing as he had appeared...

"Xiao..."

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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Crave (Peter Parker x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, NON-CON, vampire!Peter, bloodplay, mentions of animal cruelty, mentions of murder, mentions of X-Men characters

DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU

divider provided by @/k1tty4rk

summary: when Peter goes missing while on a mission, he’s not exactly himself when he returns. His appetite is a little different now, and you soon find out that he’s hungry for more than just blood

You should’ve known that something was wrong when your phone went off at nearly 3 in the morning. No one ever called you that late, not even Peter. Your best friend was more likely to slip through your window if he needed something. Groggy with fatigue, it took you a moment to realize that you had not plugged your phone up before going to sleep like you thought, and that it was instead in your sheets somewhere.

“Hello?” you finally grumbled, eyes still closed as you wondered just who in the world was calling you.

“Kid, it’s Tony. Is Peter with you?”

You were suddenly wide awake, blinking your eyes open as you forced yourself to sit up.

“No…? I thought… Isn’t he on a mission?”

Worry began to bleed into your heart, and it only increased at Tony’s words.

“He was, yeah.”

You threw the covers off of you, hurriedly sliding out of bed as you searched for some shoes.

“What do you mean ‘was’?”

The older man sighed, and you noted that his voice shook a little bit. You froze, heart dropping into your stomach as the severity of whatever was going on registered. Tony Stark was worried.

“He was supposed to check in 2 days ago. He was supposed to be back today. Neither of those things have happened.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Your pitch had risen, and you didn’t bother to mask your fear.

“I don’t have much time to explain. Capsicle and Robocop are coming with me to see if we can find him. We’re leaving shortly, but my coordinates show that he’s still in Bulgaria. That’s where we sent him. We just haven’t heard a word from him and can’t seem to get in touch with him.”

You could hear things going on in the background, and you figured that they were only moments away from leaving. Your stomach churned, and you felt like you might be sick. If Tony Stark with all of his gadgets and resources couldn’t get ahold of Peter, then something was really wrong.

“Look, I have to go. If he shows up there, let us know immediately.”

He hung up before you had the chance to tell him that you were coming straight to the compound. You stared at your phone for a bit, brows drawn together as you processed this news. You hadn’t thought anything of it when you hadn’t heard from Peter in a few days. He wasn’t a kid anymore, had graduated college alongside you only last year, so his presence on the team was needed a lot more. His missions were less juvenile, so losing touch for a week at a time was nothing new.

As you threw on a coat to combat the biting New York air, you tried not to dwell on the worst. It couldn’t be helped though, and as soon as you stepped into your apartment hallway, shoulder grazing your door, tears filled your eyes. If Tony could see where Peter currently was...and he wasn’t able to get in touch with him...then that meant he was dead right? You shook your head, locking your door and tightening your fingers around your purse. There could be so many reasons for that. It didn’t mean he was dead.

The entire drive to upstate New York was a quiet one. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to fill the car with mind-numbing music to distract you. Your fingers were tight on the wheel, legs so tense that when you finally arrived at the compound, they actually hurt when you stepped out of the car. You leaned your back against the vehicle, the warmth seeping through your coat, and you released an unsteady breath.

You had known Peter since high school, easily finding a place with him and Ned, and eventually, MJ too. When Ned and MJ took their college education elsewhere, you had remained. You told yourself it was to save money, a partial truth, but you never wanted to admit that it was also to stay by Peter’s side. You couldn’t imagine being away from him. It was pathetic really, but Peter was more than some guy you loved. He was your best friend.

“I had a feeling you’d show up here.”

The familiar voice reached your ears, and you looked up at Wanda just as she floated down next to you. Her auburn hair was ruffled with a gentle breeze, her eyes sympathetic as she reached out to pull you into her side.

“They will find him,” she assured you.

You could hear Sam on the phone as soon as she guided you inside of the compound, and he sent you a tense smile and wave, which you returned. You could faintly hear other voices as well, and you figured that everyone who stayed back was wrapped up in doing whatever they could to get in contact with Peter. You felt helpless.

“What can I do?” you asked Wanda, already knowing the answer.

“Just be here,” she told you, making you sigh.

“Wanda…”

You gave her a reproachful look, and she smiled at you.

“We know you’re worried just like the rest of us, probably even more than the rest of us,” you swallowed at her knowing look. “...but everything will be okay. The last thing we need is you putting yourself in harm’s way or bursting a blood vessel.”

You nodded, heeding her words. You made your way to your room with a heavy heart. You were far from being a member of the team, you could barely throw a proper punch, but seeing as you came over so often with Peter, sometimes in the dead of night, Tony decided to have you a room put in. Right next to Peter’s.

One of his old college sweatshirts was on your desk, still there from the last time you borrowed it, and without thinking, you got undressed and put it on. It still smelled like him, and with the scent of your best friend filling your nose, you laid down and sought out sleep.

The next day brought bad news. They had found Peter’s suit, but no Peter. It explained his stationary location and their lack of success with getting in touch with him. You had just stepped into the door of the room when Tony told them, his virtual face wracked with fear and worry, something you weren’t used to seeing.

You could tell that you weren’t meant to hear the news just yet by the way Nat’s eyes widened when she finally noticed you. The rest of the team turned as she hurriedly rose, making her way to you just as your face crumbled.

“Y/N-.”

“Wh-what does that mean? What does he mean?”

Tony’s voice faded as she pulled you from the room, and you almost tripped over your feet as your legs shook.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s going to be okay,” she said, attempting to calm you.

“What does he mean by that? Why doesn’t he have his suit- where is he?”

You were in your room now, and she shushed you as she guided you to your bed. You sat down, staring at your feet as your brain whirled. You hadn’t realized how fast your heart was beating, and your whole body shook as you fought to process this news.

“I don’t understand,” you mumbled, more to yourself than the spy before you.

She came into your vision as she knelt before you, her hands taking yours.

“Me neither,” she mumbled.

You fingered Peter’s shirt. You were still wearing it, just with some jeans, and Nat observed the movement.

“How long?” she quietly asked.

She didn’t need to elaborate. You knew what she was asking.

“Since…” you shrugged, releasing a heavy breath. “...practically since forever.”

“Does he know?”

You sadly shook your head. She pursed her lips, red hair framing her face as she studied you.

“We’re going to find him, and when we do, you can tell him. Okay?”

You nodded.

“Okay,” you quietly replied.

Nat didn’t stay for long, and you guessed that she needed to get back to the team to plan the best course of action. You barely left your room for the rest of the day, not having much of an appetite nor energy for anything. It was late in the evening when you found yourself making your way to Peter’s room. You lost count of how many times you slept in here, but Peter was usually with you, and if not, he at least showed up at some point. You liked waking up to the sound of his soft snores.

It felt weird with him gone, even weirder when you accounted for the fact that you didn’t know when he’d be back. If he’d be back. Your face almost crumbled at the thought, and you laid down, grabbing one of his pillows and hugging it to your chest, unable to stop the tears that spilled over, no matter how much you tried.

You slept in his room for days, and for days there was still no sign of him. The team was beyond worried now. You knew it, no matter how much they tried to portray otherwise. They were getting restless and scared. You couldn’t exactly say that you were any different though.

Sleep was hard to find, and even when you did, you found yourself tossing and turning throughout the night. Every time you woke up, you kept hoping that he’d be there, that you’d hear his voice. You were met with a dark empty room each time though, and it always broke your heart. After Peter had been missing for 8 days, Wanda finally came to you.

“I think you should go home,” she told you.

You were sitting cross legged on Peter’s bed, and she sat before you, hands in her lap with her feet on the floor. You frowned at her, wondering if you had overstayed your welcome, but she continued.

“It’s not that we don’t want you here, because you know we love having you around, but… You do not look good, Y/N.”

You squirmed under her concerned stare, clearing your throat.

“I’m fine,” you quietly argued.

“You’re not, and that’s okay. You just...you look exhausted and worried, and you’ve lost weight. A considerable amount in such a short time. What would Peter think if he came back right now and saw that you weren’t properly taking care of yourself?” she wondered.

Guilt flooded you, and you reluctantly nodded.

“I know that being here brings you some comfort, but I don’t think it’s worth the toll it’s taking on you.”

Your shoulders sagged, and you reluctantly admitted that she was right. You wanted to be near Peter in any way you could, but constantly waiting and listening out for any news was stressing you out.

“Go home. Sleep in your own bed. Get some rest. You can always come back,” she said.

“Okay.”

So, you did. You took a shower as soon as you made it back to your apartment, finding another one of Peter’s shirts he’d left. You forced yourself to at least eat something of substance, and when you had all you could take, you made a cup of tea. You had tried to watch tv, but funnily enough, the news was reporting on a crime that Spider-Man’s had helped solve months ago. Unable to stomach it, you turned the tv off and opted for bed.

Strangely enough, you were able to sleep better in your own bed. It happened quickly, and you didn’t toss or turn much. The first time you floated back to consciousness, it must have been around 3 in the morning. It was the longest you’d slept in days, and you knew that you’d be drifting back soon. However, you faintly noted that goosebumps had erupted over your skin, like you were cold.

Considering it was cold outside, you kept your heater blasting.

You blinked, staring at your window. It was closed, but the curtains were parted, and you could see that it was snowing outside. For the first time in days, a small smile tugged at your lips, and with a sigh, you rolled over. A dark figure was standing beside your bed, and the scream that you let out echoed through the apartment, filled with terror.

You fought back against them as they reached for you, struggling to get away and move further back on the bed. Their hands were cool, like they’d been outside for a while with no gloves. You were sitting up, pushing against them when they reached over and flicked on your lamp. When light flooded the room, your eyes widened.

Peter stood before you, dressed casually in dark clothes and looking completely unharmed. You sharply inhaled, all of your breath leaving you as your lips parted, eyes welling with tears. You blinked a few times, feeling like you might have been dreaming, but Peter remained. You reached out to him with shaking hands, and your vision had started to blur.

“Hey, breathe. Breathe, Y/N,” he softly ordered, brows furrowed.

You did as he said, and your chest burned as you moved closer. You slid off of the bed, moving to stand up, but your legs were unsteady. Peter caught you just as you fell into his arms, wrapping your own around him. You buried your face into his chest, your tears wetting his shirt, and he enveloped you in his arms as he shushed you.

You were shaking so much, and you just couldn’t stop. You couldn’t believe that he was here, and he looked perfectly fine. You sobbed into his chest, and you felt him tighten his arms around you. You clung to him, maneuvering to bury your face into the crook of his neck, feeling guilty about his shirt. You could feel him do the same, his nose brushing against your skin, and he took a long inhale, breathing you in.

“You’re okay,” you blubbered.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m okay,” he whispered.

You pulled away from him, roaming your eyes over him before meeting his own eyes.

“Where...where have you been? Everyone is looking for you,” you softly told him.

“I know,” he replied, looking sheepish.

“We have to call Tony,” you said, reaching for your phone.

Peter stopped you before you could, his hand tight on your wrist, and you found yourself wincing at his harsh grip. You looked at him with a frown, heart skipping a beat at his sudden dark countenance. He swallowed, and your eyes were briefly drawn to the subtle movement in his throat before he eventually let you go.

“I can’t...I can’t go back,” he told you, shaking his head.

Your eyes widened at him, and confusion filled you. What?

“What are...what are you talking about? Everyone is worried sick, more worried than I’ve ever seen them. Peter, they have no idea where you are or if you’re even okay! We should at least tell them-.”

You swallowed the rest of your words as you noticed that he made to leave.

“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come here-.”

“Wait, wait!”

You grabbed onto the back of his shirt. You weren’t any match for him, but you were thankful that he halted. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your lips brushing his shoulder as you spoke.

“Stay. Please stay,” you whispered.

His shoulders heaved as he sighed, and you continued.

“I’m sorry, okay? We don’t...we don’t have to tell them anything. If you don’t want to go back that’s fine, but… I’ve been so worried.”

That last part was said so softly, it was a wonder he even heard you. He didn’t say anything, nor did he move for a while, but eventually he turned around, and you let your arms fall. When your eyes met his again, you watched the way they narrowed, forehead creasing just a bit. You didn’t understand why until he reached up to press his fingers to the skin beneath your eyes. You could see the disapproval in his eyes, and all you could offer was a shrug.

“I was so worried.”

Peter blinked, face falling before he pulled you into his arms again. You returned the hug and let your eyes fall closed, just basking in the feel of him. You could hear his heartbeat, so slow...and so faint, something that seemed impossible. You told yourself you were imagining it.

“You’ll stay, right?”

He threw you a small smile when you pulled back to look at him, and you watched the way his dark eyes ran over you, lingering on your neck a tad longer than the rest of you before his eyes met yours again.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

You smiled at him, pulling him towards your bed. You settled in, only just realizing how cold you had gotten, while Peter got in behind you. Your head hit the pillow just as he turned the light out, and you frowned when you noticed that he wasn’t completely laying down. He was on his side, facing you with his head propped up onto his hand.

“You’re not tired?”

His eyes trailed to your window, staring out into the night for a moment before he shook his head.

“No...not really.”

You chuckled.

“So you’re just going to watch me sleep?” you wondered.

He reached towards you with his other hand, brushing his fingers along your neck and collarbone, fingers cool against your warm skin. A shudder passed through you.

“I missed you,” was his only answer, and it made your heart soar.

You knew that he didn’t miss you like you missed him, but it made you happy to hear that nonetheless.

“I missed you too.”

He didn’t respond, and you closed your eyes, the feel of his fingers on your skin oddly soothing. He always made you nervous, but not tonight. You wondered if it was because you had gone without him for so long, unsure if he would ever return. Sleep was just within your reach, but something weighed on your mind that prevented you from grabbing hold of it.

“Why don’t you want to go back?”

Your voice was small in the otherwise quiet room, and when Peter didn’t answer right away, you peeled your eyes open. He had stopped touching you, fingers curling into the covers as his jaw clenched.

“They won’t want me back.”

You frowned, forcing yourself to sit up. You blinked at him a few times, lips parting as you processed what that meant. Why wouldn’t they want him back? Peter was part of the team, one of the most loved members of the team. Said team was practically sick with worry, had been for over a week. Despite the fact that Peter was right in front of you and seemingly safe and sound, worry began to take hold again.

“Why wouldn’t they want you back?”

Your best friend didn’t answer you, and your worry grew, heartbeat picking up. Peter’s eyes were on you now as he sat up too, so focused and intense.

“What happened on your mission, Peter? What happened in Bulgaria?”

Again, Peter didn’t respond, but the minute you moved closer to him, he snatched your arm. Startled, you almost fell over, but his fingers curled around your wrist and pulled you closer, guiding the palm of your hand right to his chest.

Where his heart was.

Again, like before, you noted that his heartbeat was so slow. And even fainter. It was almost nonexistent, and your brows crinkled. You had felt and heard his heartbeat many times before since he’d become Spider-Man, and you knew that this was no effect of the spider bite. You had a hard time wrapping your mind around what you were feeling, and you looked at him again.

“I have...I have to tell you something…”

You fought to keep your worry at bay, noting the way Peter’s voice shook.

“I may even have to show you...but you have to promise me…”

His hand tightened on your wrist, and he released a shaky breath.

“...promise me that you won’t be scared.”

Scared of Peter? He was your best friend, and you couldn’t ever imagine being afraid of him. Still, you felt like he needed this so you nodded.

“Okay.”

Peter’s side of the bed was empty when you woke up, and your heart lurched in a mild panic before you realized why. The sun shone through your window, bathing your room in the warm rays, and you swallowed as you wondered where he could’ve gone.

“I’m right here.”

You snapped your head up to find him standing in the hall, just outside of your doorway. He was out of the sun’s reach, and you slid out of bed to join him. He was watching you like he couldn’t anticipate your next move, and you sent him a smile to reassure him.

“Do you...need anything…?”

You didn’t come right out and say it, but you both knew what you were asking. He studied you for a moment before shaking his head.

“No. I...ate before I came here last night,” he told you.

You nodded and folded your arms over your chest with a long sigh. You could feel his eyes on you as you looked away.

“Look, Peter...I know you're not going to like what I have to say, but…”

You chanced a glance at him and found his dark eyes narrowed at you.

“I think you need to tell Tony.”

He briefly closed his eyes before letting them fall to the ground, hands shoved in his pockets.

“If anyone can help you, he can.”

Peter scoffed, a humorless sound.

“Help me with what? It’s not like he can fix this, Y/N. This goes past Tony Stark and all of his intellect,” he practically spat, frustration coloring his tone. “This is what I am now.”

You grabbed his hands, squeezing them as you moved closer.

“I know, I know. I just meant...maybe he can help you safely get what you need.”

His eyes met yours, albeit reluctantly.

“...and maybe he can help you control your appetite better. That way...that way you won’t hurt anyone else,” you quietly finished, recalling everything he’d told you.

Guilt passed through Peter’s features at the reminder of what he’d done. He closed his eyes, practically squeezing them shut as his shoulders heaved, a small sigh escaping him.

“Maybe...you’re right,” he hesitantly admitted.

You could see the war going on within him when he opened his eyes, conflict and guilt and self-loathing all passing over his face.

“Hey.”

He looked at you.

“You’re still you. You just...your diet’s a little different now, that’s all.”

He cracked a smile, a small chuckle leaving him, and you joined him.

“When the sun goes down, we’ll go to the compound, and...and everything will be okay,” you promised him.

He nodded, and hours later, when the sun was safely behind the horizon, that was what you did. You drove. Peter was still wary of his new strength, strength that far surpassed what he had before. Your wrist was still sore from when he’d grabbed you last night, but you didn’t want him to feel any worse than he already did.

Having called Tony on the way, he was waiting outside when you arrived. As per requested, he was the only one. You didn’t want Peter to get overwhelmed. You weren’t exactly sure of what he was capable of now, neither one of you really were, and you didn’t want to stress him out.

Tony had pulled him into a hug the minute he reached him, and your heart clenched for many reasons. You hoped that you’d made the right decision. Tony loved Peter. He’d help him, right? When he pulled away, the bearded man’s eyes flickered between the two of you with a frown.

“So you’re going to tell me what the hell this is all about?”

Before you could respond, Peter moved to pull him inside.

“It’s a long story, Mr. Stark…”

His voice trailed off as they went inside, and with a small sigh, you eventually followed. Neither one of them were present, and you figured that they went to the lab. You had a feeling that everyone else was there too, or at least not far off. They’d been worried sick and now Peter was back, seemingly unharmed. Of course they’d be concerned and curious.

Wanda was the only one who greeted you, and her eyes were wide as they met yours. They were a bit accusatory, even fearful, and you pursed your lips. She probably didn’t mean to, but it was easy to guess that she’d been inside of Peter’s head. She knew, and there was no telling what she saw.

“Y/N…?”

You shook your head.

“He’s still him, Wanda. Okay? Everything is going to be fine.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t argue as you moved past her to go to your room. You didn’t see anyone else the rest of the night, and you knew that they were all caught up with Peter. Figuring out how this happened, running tests, coming up with the best course of action. You were in and out of sleep when you heard Peter come into your room in the early hours of the morning.

He wrapped his arms around you as he slid in behind you, and even though he wasn’t as warm as he used to be, the familiarity of it all immediately relaxed you. You felt him bury his nose in your hair, taking a deep breath as he breathed you in, fingers brushing over the skin of your arms.

“Everything okay?” you mumbled, referring to Tony and the rest of the team.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “He wants me to drink pig’s blood, but yeah. Everything’s okay.”

You chuckled at that, sleep finding you once more as you smiled at Peter’s joke. However, it was the next day when you discovered that he hadn’t been joking at all.

“You’re serious?”

Peter nodded with a frown, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the counter.

“He wants to start weaning me off of human blood and start transitioning to animal blood,” he grumbled.

You noted that he wasn’t happy about that, and your curiosity got the better of you.

“Is that bad?”

“Not necessarily, no,” he sighed. “He thinks it’ll help me. That maybe I’ll...crave human blood less and it’ll lower my chances of losing control around someone.”

You blinked, wondering if you agreed with that.

“I mean, he doesn’t exactly know. This is all just trial and error, right now, because probably for the first time in Mr. Stark’s life, he’s stumped,” Peter said with a shrug. “...but it’s worth a shot.”

You felt like there was more to it, like he wanted to say something else.

“He doesn’t know that I already tried that,” he whispered.

You leaned against the opposite counter, watching as his frown deepened, eyes troubled.

“When I woke up...I felt like I had swallowed fire,” he murmured. “My teeth hurt, my throat burned, and my mind was going a mile a minute. I felt like I was losing it.”

He sounded angry as he glared at the floor.

“The only thing that even smelled slightly appealing was…”

He trailed off, shaking his head, a light chuckle leaving him.

“I must have killed at least 100 animals. Anything I could get my hands on… It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch, only 1,000 times worse. It wasn’t until...it wasn’t until I came across those hikers…”

He swallowed his words, letting his face fall into his hands. You neared him, resting your hand on his arm.

“It was the first time I’d felt okay in days. I could finally freaking think,” he said through clenched teeth, letting his hands fall. “There I was...covered in blood...surrounded by bodies of innocent people...and I was finally at peace.”

You pulled him into a hug as he recounted what he’d already told you. You knew that Peter wouldn’t ever forget that moment, but God, you wanted him to. That wasn’t who he was, you knew it, and you wanted him to know it too. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, nose brushing over the skin, and his hands rested on your waist.

Your conversation with Nat weighed on your heart. Like she’d said, Peter was back, and you could finally tell him, but it didn’t seem appropriate. The man had been attacked and turned into something you thought only existed in books. This was a hard time for him, and it seemed silly to drop one more thing onto him, one more thing that could definitely wait.

“I wouldn’t get too close to him if I were you, Y/N. He might mistake you for a quarter pounder.”

You pulled away just as Bucky’s deep chuckle reached your ears, and you turned to see both him and Sam enter the kitchen. Sam seemed pleased with his little joke.

“You’re not funny,” you told him, completely unamused.

“It’s a little funny,” Bucky disagreed, and you huffed.

You felt Peter pull away, and by the time you looked over your shoulder, he was gone.

“Seriously?”

You threw them an incredulous look, and Sam shrugged.

“Look, we’ve got to find some humor in this okay? The kid’s got fangs and he lives off of blood now,” Sam said like it was the most absurd thing in the world.

Considering that you all were friends with literal Gods and even a woman who controlled the weather, you were inclined to disagree.

“This is hard for him, okay?”

You weren’t sure if they knew the full extent of what he’d done, but you heard Sam sigh, and Bucky at least looked a little sheepish.

“I’m sure he’ll joke about it when he’s ready, but please let him do it in his own time. His whole life has changed...again.”

“Yeah, well, welcome to the club,” Bucky sighed.

You rolled your eyes and turned away with a scoff.

“What’d I say?” you heard Bucky ask, but you were already making your way to Peter’s room.

You were surprised that he told you to come in when you knocked, and you slowly stepped inside. He was on his bed, hand behind his head as he scrolled through his phone.

“You okay?”

He let his hand fall, greeting you with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m good. They don’t mean any harm, so I’m not going to let it get to me,” he replied, reaching for you.

You joined him on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder as he told F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the tv.

“Want to watch a movie with me? As silly as it seems, all I could think about was curling up with you and watching a movie the whole time I was away,” he confessed.

Your heart fluttered, sure he could hear it, but he didn’t comment on it. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

His hand tightened on your hip as you figured out what movie to put on.

Every day, Peter went to the lab with Tony and Bruce, and every time he returned, he always seemed irritated. You tried not to comment on the harshness of his eyes and tautness of his jaw, but eventually, you had to express your concern.

“It’s nothing,” he told you one day. “They just keep treating me like some science experiment gone wrong.”

He played it off like no big deal, but you could tell that he was genuinely bothered.

“...and its this stupid diet or whatever you can even call it! It’s not working. It’s not satisfying or fulfilling, at all. I can’t taste a damn thing, I’m just drinking to get full? If that’s what you can even call it. It does absolutely nothing to satisfy me or quell this desire…”

He trailed off at your light chuckle.

“Alright, Edward Cullen.”

He threw you a hard look, and you swallowed your laughs. While he was finally making jokes about the situation himself now, you realized that now was not the time.

“Sorry…”

He heaved a long sigh, turning to stare out of the window.

“You wanna get out of here?” he suddenly asked.

You blinked at him.

“Now?”

He glanced at the clock, and so did you. It was almost 2 in the morning.

“I can’t think of a better time,” he replied.

You chewed on your lip.

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” he shrugged. “Just for a little bit…”

He hadn’t left the compound in weeks, Tony far too paranoid, and you could see how much he needed this.

“Okay.”

That was how 40 minutes later, you found your car parked near a small pond while you and Peter leaned against it, staring at the full moon. Neither one of you had said anything since you left, and you guessed that Peter was in his thoughts. You couldn’t blame him.

“You know, if I’d been bitten by a werewolf, we’d be having a totally different night, right now.”

You barked a laugh, and he joined you.

“If you were bitten by a werewolf, I’d be trying to play fetch with you,” you replied.

He chuckled again, and the two of you fell into another easy silence. Your eyes narrowed a bit as something weighed on your mind, and you suddenly crossed your arms over your chest.

“Why won’t Tony let you have any human blood? I mean, blood banks exist…”

Peter sighed, a frustrated sound, and you turned to look at him. The cool nightly breeze blew his dark hair around his face, and his jaw clenched.

“He thinks it’ll make me crave it more. Kind of like an addict, you know?”

You shook your head, disagreeing with that.

“...but...it’s not. This is part of your DNA, now, is it not? He shouldn’t be looking at it like a drug but instead like...food. It’s what you need to survive, now,” you explained.

“You’re right...but that’s blood I’d be taking away from people who need it. Besides, it’d be pretty messed up of me to…‘convince’ some stranger to let me drink from them and then alter their memory of the whole thing,” he mumbled.

“That’s right. You did tell me you can do that, now,” you mused.

“I’m pretty sure it’ll come in handy during missions. You know, if I ever go on one again,” he complained.

Your heart hurt for Peter. His entire life had been turned on its head again. He couldn’t go on missions, couldn’t even see his aunt, and on top of it all, he couldn’t even satisfy the craving his body had for what it actually needed. You pursed your lips and glanced at him again. You were positive he noticed before, but this time he commented on it.

“What?”

You glanced away from him, heart speeding up a bit as you wrung your hands together.

“What about me?”

He didn’t respond right away, and when you looked at him again, his eyes were on you. They were narrowed, hard, but you could see the spark of something in them that gave you hope that maybe this wasn’t such a horrible idea after all. Peter’s lips parted, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight before he snapped his mouth shut. He cleared his throat.

“You...you would do that?”

“Of course,” you said with a frown, turning your body completely to face him. “This is what you need, and you’re my best friend, and I’m willing. So you don’t have to let your morals get in the way.”

Peter stared at you for what seemed like a long time, eyes roaming over every inch of you. You watched as he swallowed, the conflict written all over his face. You could see that he was scared, afraid that he’d hurt you, but you could also see the fire in his eyes, the desire to take you up on your offer.

“Worst case scenario-.”

“You die?”

You rolled your eyes at him, stepping closer.

“You won’t let me die, Peter. We both know it,” you whispered, pushing your sleeve up and holding your arm out.

Peter’s dark eyes snapped to the bared skin, no doubt tracing the veins that you couldn’t see. Hesitantly, he grabbed your wrist, taking a deep breath before slowly lifting your arm as he bent his head. His breath, like everything else about him now, was cool against your skin. You watched as he closed his eyes, dark lashes contrasting against his fair skin, before opening his mouth. You barely got a glimpse of his sharp canines in all of their glory before they were sinking into your arm.

The reaction from you both was instantaneous.

A loud gasp escaped you, but not from pain. No. Your body heated up like never before, blood on fire as Peter let out an equally loud groan. An addicting sense of euphoria descended over you, and you felt your legs shaking, lashes fluttering as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Sensing this, Peter reached out with his free hand and tangled it within your hair, pulling you closer until your head leaned against his shoulder.

You could feel him moving forward, and he didn’t stop until your back was against your car. His hand tightened in your hair, almost painfully, but all you let out was a moan, your breath choppy and lips trembling as he pressed his leg in between yours. Your free hand clutched his jacket, attempting to pull him closer, and a low moan escaped his own throat as he pushed his thigh more firmly against your now heated core.

You faintly noted that this was a lot more erotic than you anticipated, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. He was still pressing your head to his shoulder, and your lips brushed the fabric of his jacket as you murmured his name.

“Peter...Peter…”

You couldn’t tell if you were asking him to stop or not, but considering this was the best high you’d ever been on, you concluded that you were not. Suddenly, all too soon, Peter practically ripped himself away from you, and you would’ve fallen to the ground if he hadn’t caught you. Your chest was heaving, so was his, and when you peeled your eyes open, his own wide ones were focused on you.

“Shit,” he cursed, looking like he was seconds away from getting in trouble. “Shit, shit, shit. I shouldn’t have done that. Mr. Stark is going to kill me…”

“Hey...it’s okay,” you panted, weakly reaching up to brush a dark strand out of his face. “I’m okay. How do you feel?”

He seemed stumped by the question, and he suddenly blinked, brows drawn together as he stared down at you. His lips were stained with your blood.

“I...haven’t felt this satisfied in weeks,” he whispered, looking at you strangely.

You weakly chuckled, eyes fluttering closed.

“Good.”

You had only been seconds away from falling when he caught you, and he finally straightened as he lifted you into his arms. You could feel yourself on the verge of sleep...or was it the verge of death? Either way, you were happy that Peter was happy. He gently deposited you into the passenger’s seat, strapping you into place. Your head lolled as he shut the door, facing him as he settled behind the wheel.

You could feel his eyes on you, and with difficulty, you opened yours again. He was staring at you with that look again, and you were sure he thought you crazy for putting your life in danger like that. The car was quiet, just the sound of your shallow breathing could be heard, and you thought to yourself that you kind of wanted to tell him you loved him. However, before you could, Peter leaned over and pressed his blood-stained lips to yours.

It was quick and soft, just the barest of touches, but it made your eyes widen nonetheless. You stared at him as he sat back and started the car, and you wanted to keep staring at him, wanted to ask him what the hell was that, but sleep finally got to you before you could.

It was days before you finally discussed what had happened, and that was only because it was days before Peter needed to “feed” again.

“I think I can go longer without when it’s human blood...because it’s what actually satisfies me. What my body needs,” he murmured one night while you were watching a movie you’d both seen a million times.

“That’s a good thing. Surely Tony will see that this is the best thing to do. This is what will keep you in control and allow you to go on missions again...see your aunt May…”

You had decided to keep what happened between the two of you, but you didn’t exactly feel right about it. Peter sighed and shook his head.

“No. I think he’d send me away,” he quietly told you.

You quickly moved your head to look up at him, your cheek on his chest as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s been doing research, trying to find others like me. I think he has. I overheard him talking to the captain and Sam one day. He’s thinking about sending me somewhere I can learn to control my thirst and utilize my new…abilities or whatever,” he grumbled.

You fully sat up now, looking down at him with a stricken expression. His eyes finally moved away from the screen, and he smiled at you, rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

“I’m not going to let him send me away, Y/N, but he’ll definitely try if we tell him what happened.”

You nodded, forcing your heart to slow before you laid back down. Peter’s hand was still on your back, tracing patterns into your, well, his shirt. You listened to his slow heartbeat, the organ pumping what was left of your blood through his body. Your lashes fluttered when he dragged his fingers up to your neck, the appendages playing with the hair there. You found yourself humming when he tightened his hold there, and you looked up in confusion, prepared to ask him what he was doing when his other hand gripped your arm, and he pulled you up.

His lips met yours in a kiss that was nothing like the first one. You gasped against his mouth, and he wasted no time before taking the opportunity to taste the inside of yours. Peter moaned into the kiss, circling both arms around you now as he rolled the both of you over. He settled himself between your parted legs, and you sharply inhaled at the bulge you felt there.

Peter’s hand traveled to your neck again, grasping the hair at the nape, holding you in place as he dragged his mouth down. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he bit you, throwing your hands out to grasp anything you could. Your right hand hit the lamp on the nightstand, and it fell to the floor with a soft crash. Peter’s other hand pressed into your back, forcing you to arch your chest into his.

His hips were rolling into yours, his clothed member pressing against the most sensitive part of you so deliciously. You let out a soft moan, one hand clawing at his shirt, pushing the fabric up to drag your nails along his back. Peter had you completely pinned in between him and the mattress, every curve of his hips sending pleasure through you.

“Peter,” you moaned, reaching up to drag your hand along the headboard. “Fuck, Peter.”

You could feel your blood crawling past your neck, staining his sheets, but he didn’t seem to care. The bed shook a bit from his movements, and you hooked one leg on his waist as he continued to grind into you. You could feel yourself fading, and you welcomed it, and before you could, one particularly slow roll of his hips sent you over the edge.

You were a moaning mess as you came beneath him, his teeth still embedded in your neck. Your whole body shook, legs practically vibrating as they fell around him, chest heaving as he finally pulled away. He licked at your neck, and your arms fell to the bed, soft murmurs leaving your lips to which Peter chuckled at. He brushed his thumb over your lip before leaning back down, lips grazing your ear.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You did, he was, and he greeted you with a kiss, further filling you with confusion as you wondered just what you were. You didn’t want to ruin it, didn’t want to break the spell by trying to make him define this. You simply wanted to enjoy whatever this was, and enjoy it you did.

Every few days or so, you found yourself squirming beneath Peter one way or another. Sometimes he simply pressed kisses along your neck as he rolled his hips into yours, sometimes his teeth were in you, and sometimes his fingers were in you, the sound of it so loud as he thrust them in and out of your fluttering core. The rest of the team was none the wiser as you both satisfied each other in more ways than one. It was usually in the dead of night when everyone else was asleep, and Peter was wide awake.

“Ngh, Peter,” you panted, fingers twisted into his dark locks.

You were completely naked before him, a first, as he swiped his tongue over your wet folds, another first. His own fingers were pressed into your thighs, holding them down in a way that hurt so good. The cool air hit the bite mark on the inside of your left thigh, and you hissed as Peter slid his tongue past your slick walls, tasting every inch of you that he could.

A thin layer of sweat covered your frame, and you realized that you lost track of how long Peter had been alternating between tasting your blood and tasting your lips. His mouth completely covered you, and you shuddered when he sucked on your little bundle of nerves, sharp teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

You could feel your...3rd? 4th? Or was it the 5th climax of the night that you felt approaching? You were so tired, but Peter didn’t seem to have gotten his fill of you, and his lips kissed along your mound before traveling to the space in the crease of your thigh before he swiped his tongue over your thigh itself, the unmarked one. It was dark in the room, and when Peter glanced up at you, dark promises in his eyes, you noted that they almost seemed to glow in the dark, like that of a feline.

He wasted no time before sinking his teeth into your skin again, and you pressed your hand to your mouth to keep from making too much noise. You knew that he’d ordered F.R.I.D.A.Y to soundproof the room, but it was a force of habit by now. Your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, and that was how you fell asleep that night, with Peter’s face in between your legs, drinking from you in any way he saw fit.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Bucky sarcastically greeted as you walked into the kitchen the next morning.

Steve threw you a sheepish smile, visibly sorry on Bucky’s behalf for his behavior.

“Cut it out, Buck.”

“I’m just acknowledging that the princess has been holed up in her room more often than not as of late. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you went home, but I noticed that you’re still eating my cereal, the only other person who eats the kind I like, so…”

You rolled your eyes as he trailed off, and he reached out to pull on your shirt as you neared.

“What’s with the turtleneck, squirt? I know it’s freezing outside, but in case you haven’t noticed, it’s 77 degrees in here.”

You tensed at his words, and you ignored the way Steve eyed you over his mug.

“I just think I’m coming down with something is all. I’m a little chillier than usual today,” you lied.

He simply hummed, and that was when you finally noticed his attire. Steve too.

“Are you guys going on a mission?”

“You’d know the answer to that if you actually left your room once in a while,” Bucky grumbled, and Steve lightly shoved his shoulder.

“Yeah, the whole team’s heading out. Well...except…” Steve trailed off, and you nodded. “...but Nat and Sam are supposed to be returning from their assignment today, so they’ll be back later.”

You nodded at Steve’s words, not quite liking the way that he was studying you. You hurriedly poured your own cup of coffee, quietly telling them to “be safe” before moving to get out of Steve’s watchful eye.

Hours later found you and Peter on the couch, hardly paying any attention to the movie before you. You had the compound to yourselves, something you looked forward to, but Peter had other ideas than that of what you were thinking.

“You want to...leave?”

You frowned at him, unsure that you heard him right. Peter was facing you with his elbow on the back of the couch, propping his head up as his other hand traced your collarbone.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Mr. Stark...I think he’s getting serious about sending me away for a while. I think he suspects us, but I’m not sure.”

You mulled over his suggestion, unsure of how you felt about it.

“They couldn’t even find me last time. I’d make sure they’d never find us,” he told you.

“I...I don’t know. I mean, I love you, but I’d miss everyone else,” you replied.

When you looked to him, he looked surprised, and his lips parted as he blinked at you.

“...what?”

Your brows drew together.

“What?”

He scooted closer, a slow grin forming on his pink lips.

“You love me?”

You scoffed at him.

“Of course. Peter, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” you finally confessed.

You thought that it would’ve been obvious by now, but Peter just looked as if you told him he’d won a million dollars. Before you could register it, he reached out to pull you into a kiss. It was passionate and full of yearning...and hungry. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moved closer, Peter’s hand pressing into the small of your back. His lips trailed from your own down to your jaw, pressing kisses there and to your neck. You’d changed shirts as soon as everyone had left.

You knew what he wanted, what he needed, and you welcomed it as he pressed his teeth into your skin. A breathy moan climbed out of your throat as he laid you down. Your heart was going haywire in your chest, the realization that Peter returned your feelings finally hitting you. His hands ran over you, brushing over your breasts and down your sides before he hooked them underneath your thighs.

He pressed his bloody lips to your décolletage, nipping at the skin there before they grazed the swell of your breasts. He bit into the flesh that spilled over the top of your shirt, and you trembled beneath him, a loud moan escaping you. He growled into your skin, fingers pressing into your thighs almost painfully. You weren’t sure how long you remained beneath him, lashes fluttering and lips parted as ecstasy clouded your mind, but eventually, you felt yourself fading in a way you had never felt before.

Your vision blurred, and you could feel your heart starting to slow.

“Peter,” you worriedly murmured.

He seemed preoccupied with releasing himself from his jeans, fingers brushing over you as he reached underneath your skirt. You opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was a choked sound, the sound transforming into a breathy gasp when he thrust into you.

“Peter,” you weakly called.

You could feel yourself fading fast, and Peter’s own breath was harsh as he drank from you, snapping his hips into yours with every thrust. You could faintly hear a door opening, and you wanted to warn him, but you could hardly move, let alone speak. Darkness creeped along the edge of your vision, and the last thing you heard before going under was a feminine scream.

You knew that you were in the infirmary before you even opened your eyes. The steady beep of the monitor next to you told you that whatever condition you had been in was pretty serious. You struggled to open them, but when your eyes finally peeled open, you noticed that the room was empty.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you’re awake,” F.R.I.D.A.Y noted. “I will inform Mr. Stark immediately.”

You cringed, squeezing your eyes shut at the mention of the last superhero you wanted to see. You just knew that you were going to get an earful, and you didn’t really care to hear it. You just wanted to know where Peter was and if he was okay.

Tony burst through the doors a lot sooner than you would have liked, and you avoided his eye. He didn’t say anything, and you knew that he was angry, because when did Tony Stark ever have absolutely nothing to say?

“Are you insane?” he finally wondered, and you sighed.

“Where’s Peter?”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” he snapped, and you finally looked at him as he stomped towards your bed. “You could’ve died.”

You shrank underneath his cold stare and harsh words, glancing away.

“Do you get that, Y/N? When Nat and Sam got here…”

He trailed off, face reddening as he was no doubt recalling what he’d been told, probably what he’d even seen thanks to F.R.I.D.A.Y. You watched as he swallowed, releasing a breath.

“Any later, and you would’ve been dead,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly told him. “I just wanted to help him.”

He heaved a long sigh, a tired and exasperated sound.

“I know you love him…”

You frowned at that, wondering if the whole damn team knew.

“...but he needs help from people who can help him. Help him to control himself, hone his new skills, help him so that he doesn’t kill you,” Tony finished, and you blinked back tears. “Go home and let us handle Peter. When the time is right, he’ll be able to see you again.”

The tears finally spilled over, and with a shake of his head, Tony left you. After a few more days in the infirmary, and several blood transfusions later, you did as Tony instructed. It felt strange to be back home after spending nearly 2 months at the compound with Peter. As you entered your room, sitting on your bed, you felt silly.

Tony had been right. You had almost died. You recalled the feel of your life literally slipping away as Peter drank from you, too lost in the taste and feel of you to notice that he was losing control. You had only wanted to help him, and you had ended up making things worse. Was Tony right to treat it like an addiction? Had you hindered Peter more than you helped him? You didn’t know. All you knew was that your actions almost led to your death at Peter’s hand, and that Tony’s actions had not.

You didn’t know where Peter was, but you had faith that he was alright. You hoped that Tony didn’t give him too hard of a time for what he’d done, but you knew that was unlikely. Nat, poor Nat, had literally walked in on him feeding from you and fucking you. There was no telling what the poor woman thought, and you hated the idea of them treating Peter like some wild animal that needed to be caged.

It was 3 nights later when you woke up to the feel of fingers ghosting over the side of your face as you slept. It took you a moment to register what was happening, but when you blinked your eyes open, you were surprised to come face to face with Peter as he stood over you.

“P-Peter?”

You struggled to sit up, and you rubbed your eyes, noting the way his own dark ones lingered on your neck.

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re getting out of here. C’mon,” he said, reaching for you.

You frowned at him, and you watched his own face fall.

“I don’t...I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you honestly told him.

He frowned at you, and guilt tore through you for more reasons than one.

“Don’t listen to Mr. Stark-.”

“Maybe I should’ve. Maybe...maybe he knew what he was talking about,” you said, cutting him off.

His hand fell to his side, and his dark eyes narrowed on you.

“You’re afraid of me,” he murmured.

“No! No...not really-.”

He cut you off with an angry sigh, and you folded your arms over your chest.

“I almost died, Peter!”

You watched the conflict on his features, brows furrowing ever so slightly.

“...and you would’ve never forgiven yourself...and I feel like it’s my fault…”

Peter stood over you, dressed plainly but darkly, chocolate locks kissing his forehead as he stared at you. He didn’t look happy.

“So you’re taking his side,” he surmised.

“I just think you should hear him out,” you whispered. “We tried it our way...and look what happened.”

He didn’t say anything, and neither did you. You sat there, and he stood there, both of you just staring at each other. You watched the way Peter’s jaw clenched, and he suddenly reached out to tangle his fingers in your hair, pulling you into a kiss as he neared. You pressed your hands against his chest, but Peter forced his way onto your bed, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of you as he moved his mouth against yours.

“Mm, Peter,” you protested, turning your head away.

“They think I raped you, you know,” he quietly said, the loud sound of tearing fabric filling the room as he ripped your t-shirt straight down the middle.

Your eyes went wide at his words, and he chuckled, the corner of his lips quirking upwards into a smirk.

“Oh, yeah. They think I coerced you with my new abilities or even just flat out bit you and took you anyway I saw fit,” he whispered.

The irony of the situation was not lost on you, and you desperately fought against him. Your underwear was next, and you were no match against Peter’s newfound strength as he batted your hands away, moving to remove his own clothes.

“They don’t know that I had you squirming beneath me, purring and mewling like a desperate kitten.”

His voice was husky, thick with the desire to sink both his teeth and cock into you. He gripped your legs, separating them like it was nothing despite your efforts to keep them closed.

“They think that you’re bad for me…”

It was embarrassingly easy for him to slide into you, your velvet walls giving him a wet welcome. He sighed out as he pressed into you, dark eyes somehow darker.

“...they think I’ve formed some supernatural bond with you, some kind of blood tie…”

A choked moan slipped past your lips as he started to thrust into you, and Peter leaned down to press kisses to the corner of your mouth.

“...and they might be right, but it only cements what we both know.”

His hands pressed into the sheets beside your head, his labored breathing reaching your ears as he pulled back and snapped his hips into yours again and again. Your head was spinning from the way he dragged his cock through your clenching walls, completely unrelenting in his pace. While this technically wasn’t the first time he fucked you, it was the first time you were coherent enough to truly feel what was happening.

“Peter,” you murmured.

His nose brushed against yours with every thrust, and he released a shaky breath.

“...and what do we both know?”

There was a desperation in his eyes that took you by surprise, and your heart clenched.

“Say it...for me…”

You swallowed, lashes fluttering as he slowed down his thrusts.

“I’m yours.”

His own eyes fell closed at the admission, slowly sinking himself into you, basking in the feel of you wrapped around him.

“You gave me your blood...your body…”

He leaned down to trail kisses along your neck, rolling his hips against yours.

“...and you’ll give me your soul. You’re mine in every way a woman possibly can be. In every way a human can be,” he purred, sharp teeth grazing over your warm flesh.

His words made your stomach flutter, walls clenching around him, and just then, your phone buzzed. Like that first night, it was in your sheets somewhere, and the continuous buzzing told you that it was a phone call. You had a guess as to who it could be and what they wanted.

They were looking for Peter.

You looked to him when he paused, watching as his face darkened. He wrapped his hand around your noisy phone before throwing it at the wall, the device shattering upon impact. His dark eyes met yours again, and he kissed you, stealing your breath away as he moved within you again.

“They want to know if I’m with you...if you’re safe…”

You could feel him smiling against your lips, and your nails pressed into his sides, hanging on as he pushed his knees beneath your thighs, widening your legs and forcing a guttural moan from you.

“They think you’re in danger around me...and they’re probably right, but not the kind of danger they’re thinking of.”

One of his hands fisted itself into your hair, pulling your head back, baring your throat to him, and you knew what was coming.

“You don’t know how much I fought with myself that first night...how badly I wanted to tear into you anyway I could,” he whispered, voice strained. “You were all I thought about when I was attacked...when I changed…”

His hips sped up, the sound of slapping skin filling the room as he pistoned into you.

“For your sake, I’m glad you gave yourself to me, because I planned to take you from the very moment I stepped into your bedroom.”

His teeth pressed into your neck, breaking the skin, and your climax washed over you, euphoria clouding your mind and senses as Peter drank from you. His thrusts didn’t stop, and one hand pressed into the headboard above you, blood staining your pillow as the bed shook from the movement of his thrusts. You knew that Peter was far from done for the night, finally claiming what he felt was rightfully his.

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