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little!omega!reader who’s shy and bumps into daddy!alpha!bucky who immediately senses she’a too small to be on her own and needs to be cared for

I think I know who sent this but this bit was on anon so just in case, I won't post the name! But thank you for the hawt as hell request ❤️

This is just 🤌🏻 Alpha Bucky is everything to me 😭

Warnings: Possessive Bucky / ABO verse / spit kink / Blowies / Littleness / P in V / Bucky's dirty talk

Tonight was the night. It had to be. Bucky couldn't contain himself any longer. His mind and body were in agreement, that you were his omega. You were perfect, innocent and constantly needed help. All he wanted to do was rescue you, kiss you, buy you presents and mount you until his come was dripping down your leg.... But he would have to convince you first.

He had bumped into you first at a supermarket when you were struggling to reach something on the top shelf. Your little skirt was lifted just high enough to reveal your soft thigh. Playing it cool he walked over, pressed his body slightly against yours and grabbed the bottle of shampoo and popped it right in your basket. He had smirked all the way around the store as your sweet honey scent seemed to search for him.

Your second meeting was when you had been waiting for a taxi. The weather was starting to turn, thick heavy droplets of rain hitting the floor. He spotted you while he was walking down the street, on his way to a meeting. He was mid conversation when he sensed your distress and his eyes flashed to you. Again you were dressed in a pretty summer dress, no coat, no umbrella. He left his friend and walked right up to you. He stuck one hand out whilst letting out a deafening whistle. A cab immediately swerved over and he held open the door for you. You stared, stunned before thanking him profusely as he helped you into the cab. He still remembers you wide doe eyes staring at him as you zoomed away.

The third was the time that convinced Bucky you were going to be his little omega. You had gotten yourself into a little bit of a pickle whilst on a night out. You had gone clubbing with your friends and managed to lose them in the crowd. Bucky had seen you though. He watched all night, much to the annoyance of his date who had stormed off around midnight.

You had kept dancing and drinking with some unworthy alphas and betas, making Bucky's skin bristle. He watched as they rubbed their hands over your body, pressed their scent into yours. You were getting drunker as they pressed their bodies closer. He blinked and before he knew it you were gone, but not before he saw the jerk you'd been dancing with glance backwards through the door he'd pulled you through.

Bucky jumped up immediately and barged his way through the club. His senses were on fire, his temperature and anger rising. Slamming open the door he found you shoving against three alphas, hot angry tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Leave me the fuck alone" you shouted as they chuckled. They stopped chuckling when they sensed a bigger more dangerous alpha in their midsts. Two of them scattered. One held back for a moment, weighing it up before scoffing and heading away from you. "See you around 'mega" he leered before sauntering off.

Bucky patted himself on the back for not ripping them to pieces. Before he slowly approached you, your scent doing a number on him. Dying to scoop you up and take you away. "Are you alright?" He asked as you readjusted your jacket and purse. You looked at him for a moment and smiled, "Oh it's you! Yes I'm alright thanks..." Your eyes were a bit glassy and you wobbled a little as you walked towards him. "Let's get you home huh?"

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He hadn't intended to actually take you home but you had instinctively grabbed his hand as you walked to the taxi rank. Then when he had leaned in to make sure you were all buckled up he accidentally shut the door and the taxi driver pulled away. You had giggled uncontrollably at his shocked face and spent the entire journey teasing each other. And of course he wasn't going to just leave you to totter up to your place alone, so there he was standing at your doorway, totally enamoured as you. His eyes flicked into your apartment and his heart thudded as he saw a pretty palace fit only for a princess like you. He watched you squirm and try to hide the room behind you.

Forgetting himself he brushed passed you and looked around in wonder at your little nest. It was the picture of comfort, cosiness and prettiness.

He turned to took at you and almost growled at the innocent/guilty look on your pretty face. "Alpha...your not....I didn't..." He suddenly remembered himself, embarrassed as how he had invaded your space, but he couldn't help it. He cleared his throat. "Omega I'm sorry I didn't mean to barge in... It's just so....beautiful in here. But I'll leave, I'm sorry..."

He forced himself to take a step but you shuffled in to his path. He stopped, looking down at the pretty face, your eyes sparkling at him. "You like it?" Your voice shook a little as you whispered to him and he smiled, leaning down. "It's perfect, just like you..." His hands cupped your cheeks and you instinctively rubbed against them, you hands grabbing onto his t-shirt as he pulled you into him. He wrapped his arms around you, inhaling your scent as he buried his nose in your hair. You were rubbing your face into his chest while little whines left your lips.

"Omega...tell me now if you want me to leave..." You whined a loud no as you gripped his shirt tighter and he chuckled. "Wanna show me around sweetheart?" You grabbed his hand and dragged him on a whirlwind tour of your apartment until you were in the bedroom, another extension of your pretty interior designing.

Pink silk bedding, cuddlies, soft lights and the scent of honey and oranges drew him in but he waited until you held his hand tight and dragged him into your bedroom. Once he was inside, that was when his instincts took over. Now he was in, he wasn't leaving.

He pulled you into his chest and pressed kisses and soft bites to your neck and shoulder. He could smell your arousal as he rubbed your breasts and squeezed them. You pushed your dress down so it fell to the floor and pooled around your feet. "Eager are we?" He growled as his hands grabbed at your body possessively.

Every touch was intended to remove the trace of anyone else who might have touched you that night. He sucked a dark hickey on your neck and whispered in your ear, "you wanna show me what's mine Omega?" He tweaked your nipples before patting your ass to spur you on. You skipped to your bed and kicked off your underwear. You giggled nervously as you climbed on the bed, laying out and gingerly spreading your legs for him. "Fuck" he growled and leaned down, spitting on your aching heat before rubbing his fingers over your soaking folds. Your squealed and squirmed under him as he chuckled. "Jesus omega....this all for me..." He watched you nibble on your fingers and nod shyly. "Good girl... Knew you'd be pretty and perfect for me..."

He heard you suck in a breath as he kicked off his trousers and pulled his thick, throbbing cock out of his boxers. He chuckled as you wriggled and kicked your feet impatiently as he rubbed the leaking tip over your pussy. "Come kiss it little omega... Been thinking about those pretty lips for ages. Show me what that sweet little mouth can do." You sat up and pulled him on to the bed, he laid back, arm slung a little arrogantly behind his head as you straddled his thigh and leaned down pressing kisses to his cock before sucking on his growing knot. He groaned loudly as your mouth worked him. But what he loved most was those innocent little eyes looking up at him, desperate for his approval. The more you sucked and served him, he noticed slick dripping down your thighs and whines escaping your lips.

"What a good girl" he cooed at you, grabbing your hair firmly and pushing your head down so you gagged on him, eyes watering. "Oh that's good" he sighed as he held you there. You gagged harder and finally he released you, drool covering your chin. "Alphaaaaa" you whined and gently shoved at his thighs. "Please, please...."

He dragged you forward by the hand in your hair and kissed you, licking and biting at your lips. By the end of tonight everyone would know he was your Alpha. Your soft hands pressed his chest as your desperate heat grinded against his thigh. "Naughty little girl" he mocked before pushing you off him and climbing to his knees, he pushed your head so your face was pressed into soft silky sheets and your ass was up in the air. "That's it Omega, just like that..." He growled as he sank his cock into your soaking pussy. "Alpha....oh feels so good" you cried out as he began rutting into you. He leaned down, playing with your breasts with one hand as his other attacked your clit, torturing you with overwhelming pleasure.

The room was filled with your little "Ohs", the wet heat of your pussy and his growls. No way he could have imagined this any more perfect that it was. He slid in to you in an unrelenting pace. He was just a little too big, the stretch driving you wild, filling every inch of you enough to make your eyes roll.

"You gonna take my knot little Omega? Let me fill you up?" You felt dizzy with desire, his teeth grazing your neck, calling out to your most basic instinct to be his perfect Omega. "Yes, yes, please Alpha, please" you panted, gripping the sheets as his knot began inflating. In moments you were toppling over the edge, bringing him with you. "Fuck baby, squeezing me so tight..." He groaned before sinking in and filling your pussy with his cum.

He scooped you up in his arms, cock still buried deep in you as you panted and shivered in his arms. "I'm gonna take such good care of you little omega. Never met such a perfect princess" he whispered between kisses pressed to your face and shoulders. You mumbled and tried to return kisses to his lips, but you were so worn out that it was something of a struggle.

Bucky was happy, now you were perched on his cock, wrapped in his arms and covered in his scent there was no way you were going anywhere else. Whether you agreed or not was a problem for another day.... But you were already wriggling in his arms for more kisses and snuggles. So he didn't think there would be much of a discussion....

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starqueensthings · 1 year

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Summary: a small ficlet that follows Hunter through a really rough night. Inspired by the below lyrics of a great song (which I encourage you to listen to at least once!). Please ensure you read the warnings before continuing into the fic.

POV: 3rd, 3591 words.

Warnings: TW: alcohol abuse, TW: self-medicating with substances, TW: self-hatred, TW: grieving the death of a loved one, TW: brief mentions of smoking. This is an angsty one folks! Give yourself a big hug after.

“The night I hit rock bottom, I was sitting on an old barstool. He paid my tab and put me in a cab… but he didn’t have to. He could see I was hurting, oh I wish I got his name. I didn’t feel worth saving, but he saved me just the same.”

He pushed the empty vessel across the counter and away from him; a subtle handprint embedded into the condensation on the glass by the clammy palm that held it just long enough to bring it to his lips. He’d drained many a frosted cup that night, each contributing a little more to the swim in his vision and the sway of his shoulders. The bartender, an abrasive Besalik male with a dirty rag draped over his shoulder, had long since stopped trying to make conversation with the sullen soldier, instead leaving him to self-medicate in peace while the sum of his tab grew larger and larger.

Another knock from the man’s knuckles had a full Corellian ale placed in front of him, precisely where the empty glass had rested seconds before. The pathetically thin crown of foam hugging the rim of the glass was an obvious indicator that the keg needed changing, though his presently anguished mental state had robbed him of the desire to care. It didn’t matter what it tasted like; he wasn’t here to be a beer connoisseur. Hell, he’d drink engine fuel right now if it promised even a brief moment of respite from the gnawing chest pain that had rendered him paralyzed for weeks.

He brought the cool glass to his lips again, his long hair falling off his shoulders as he tipped his head back and gulped until the contents were emptied. The heavy thud of its return to the counter echoed loudly in the room, or perhaps only loudly in his mind. He wiped his mouth with the back of a shaking hand, indifferent to the disgusted look the neighbouring patrons sent his way as he failed to stifle another burp.

The bartender’s gruff but well-intended warning of “you should maybe think about slowing it down a bit”, must have appeared to fall on deaf ears, as the man to which he was addressing made no motion that he’d heard, instead impatiently tapping on the counter again.

But Hunter’s ears were not deaf. They never had been, and never would be. He heard everything; every sob that left the mouth of the Twi'lek woman in the dimly lit corner booth as she cried to her sister about some betrayal of love; every jeering scoff from the man sitting four stools down as he boasted loudly about robbing an imperial officer several days previously; every clink of glass, and hiss of pressure as the bartender opened bottle after bottle of beer. But despite the raucous din reverberating from all angles, it could never be loud enough. There wasn’t a patron in this room whose boasts and complaints were boisterous enough to drown out the commentary in his mind, for it was the loudest and heaviest voice of all, and one that refused to be silenced by the nearly two dozen beers that he swallowed as a silent plea for relief.

He pulled the fresh pint towards him and brought it to his mouth, closing his eyes and willing the next few heavy gulps of stale ale to force down the painful lump that had taken permanent residence in his throat.

The soggy paper coaster adhered to the bottom of the glass by condensation, went unnoticed until it fell into his lap, startling him enough to send a sloop of liquid down his unshaved chin. His bleary eyes searched only briefly for a neglected napkin nearby before deciding the scarf around his neck would do the trick, and quickly reached for the red fabric to dry his face.

The mushy excuse for a cardboard coaster was now nothing but an afterthought, as his unfocussed eyes fell onto the mismatched thigh plates that adorned his legs. He clamped his eyes shut and swallowed against the sudden onslaught of sadness that threatened to overtake him, dozens of memories launching into a kaleidoscopic dance across his mind.

Hunter had never been a sentimental man, and when the time came to trade his Kaminoan-issued commando armour for a juxtaposed mixture of other, more discrete pieces, it had felt nothing but transactional at the time. It was a necessary change to maximize the concealment and safety of his family, so there was nothing else to it. Now, staring at the foreign straps that crossed his legs and roped around his waist, the desire for his old red and black armour overwhelmed him. In this lonely moment, alone in an obscure pub on an unknown planet, there was nothing he wouldn’t trade to go back to that time… that life.

Existence had been so simple then. So linear. So unproblematic. Back when he knew, without a fraction of a doubt, what his purpose was. A soldier, created to protect… to eliminate threat… to win. Straightforward. Uncomplicated. An existence that required his only responsibility was to maintain the continued safety of his squad, and to keep his boots from blistering his heels. There was no need to stay ‘off the radar’ then, because there was no radar to be on; with the exception of a few easily out-gunned tin heads, no one was after them. There was no need to stay hidden… there was no one black mailing him… no one manipulating the secrecy of his position to their advantage. He longed deeply for the carefree mind that he wasn’t aware he’d had then; a life free from guilt, remorse, resentment, pain. He longed for the past… a time where the only imminent concern was what the long necks would say when he landed back on the planet with half his face tattooed, and even concerns like that were trivial… almost comical.

He tried again to force the lump down his throat with whatever dregs remained in the glass clutched in his hand before discarding it. The image of his silver haired brother appeared in his mind before he could stop it; a vivid memory of a better time.

The Sniper pole on his pauldron claimed an unnecessary amount of space in his immediate vicinity, as it always did when Crosshair folded his long arms across his chest. As he leaned back against the counter, and watched the tattooist put the final touches on Hunter’s skull tattoo, the toothpick in his mouth danced playfully across his ever-smirking lips. The sound of the wood flicking against his molars was more than a little irksome to Hunter’s overstimulated ears, but he refused to comment or complain, knowing the annoying new compulsion was replacing the much unhealthier habit of smoking deathsticks.

“So much for subtle,” Crosshair had snarked through a heavy sneer, gesturing to the fresh black ink embedded in Hunter’s skin. “Might as well have done your entire body. Nala Se is going to shit a brick when she sees you.”

“Perfect. A nice healthy dump might do her some good,” Hunter answered back through a chortle. “And I don’t know about you, but I have no desire to go back to Kamino any time soon.”

“Of course you don’t,” Crosshair had answered with one of his infamous eye rolls. “There’s no dirt for you to sniff. If it was up to you, we’d park our life in the forest and you’d spend the rest of your life climbing trees and hunting animals.”

“Better than spending hours on-end laying in the grass with a soggy twig between my teeth.”

“I’ll happily resume smoking if you’d like. I only stopped because the smell bothered your princess nose.”

Pain gnawed at Hunter’s chest as he wrapped his knuckles on the counter again, biting down on the interior of his cheeks in an effort to control the emotion welling inside of him. He hadn’t been able to banter with anyone like that in a long, long time. Crosshair had always been a bottomless pit of sarcasm, an endless loop of snarky quips that he could deliver with such tactful ease, the target rarely comprehended that he was insulting them. Hunter had yet to meet anyone else like the Sniper, and with each day that passed, it seemed less likely that he ever would again.

He had initially coped with the fracture of his squad with an unbecoming ignorance, refusing to entertain the nagging sadness that swelled inside him every time his eyes fell on Crosshair’s empty bunk, or when he found himself wishing the flick of a toothpick would break the deafening silence of his absence.

Wrecker had taken Crosshair’s departure the hardest, frequently turning to Hunter for an explanation as to why things had played out the way they did. Again, Hunter pled blissfully ignorant, choosing to blame the decision on the idiopathic activation of the inhibitor chip, because it was an easier pill to swallow than the thought of his brother leaving willingly, and abandoning their symbiotic relationship for the cold hands of the Empire. That was until their last meeting, when the hope of a peaceful reunion was scorched by an inferno of truth; Crosshair’s chip was out, and he’d continued to hunt them long after its removal.

Despite the admission, on Nala Se’s hidden landing platform, they offered Crosshair an opportunity; the chance to fortify what was left of the shambled bridge that connected him to his former squad, the chance to forgive and forget, to rejoin them… but he’d chosen not to. Whether it be pure asinine obstinance, or his innate inability to see perspectives other than his own, he’d turned his back on them again.

Hunter cleared his throat and drained another glass, returning his gaze upwards to the holoscreen perched behind the bar that was showing last nights podracing highlights on loop. The room swayed around him as his eyes sluggishly tried to follow the speeders zooming across the screen, churning his stomach enough to force his eyes away again almost immediately.

The sudden illumination of blue light from the comlink on his wrist went ignored; an unnecessary reminder that Hunter was not where he should be. He told Echo hours ago that he was going for a walk back to the nearby town to poke around again, but an unexplainable amount of time had passed since then, and the countless ales he’d swallowed since, had yet to placate the lingering pain in his chest. Guilt forced his gaze to his fiddling fingers, drumming distractedly on the counter in front of him. Echo deserved better than to be blatantly ignored like this.

The fire of resolve and determination that burned brightly inside Hunter’s chest in the immediate wake of Omega’s capture, had been doused repeatedly by the lack of usable information they’d been able to scrounge up. Echo had reached out to every contact he knew, every unground clone he’d connected with after joining Rex’s efforts. They’d flown to every planet that promised even a whisper of a chance of finding her, but the continued let-downs had collapsed Hunter’s confidence entirely.

Tonight was the closest he’d ever felt to throwing in the towel. They’d raced sixteen parsecs across the galaxy, burning through more fuel than was smart at the promise of finding an Imperial Science Lab on the sand planet of Jakku, only to arrive and find out it was nothing but a group of Mechanical Mod Doctors, paid to replace miscellaneous body parts with cybernetics, all-the-while wearing imperial uniforms they’d undoubtedly stolen at some point.

Unfortunately, they realized the nature of the establishment a little too late, and Echo had launched into an unbridled fit of blind rage at the sight of their work, forcing the three of them to retreat back to the ship before they drew any more attention.

Knock knock. Another glass pressed to his chapped lips.

Echo had been living life on a short fuse since Tech’s fall. Where Wrecker was devastated, Echo was angry. As an ARC, it was his job to be aware of all the possible outcomes of a mission, but they’d waited a long time for a sign that Crosshair was still himself, and when his warning came through an old com channel, there was barely a breath of hesitation. They premeditated as much of their moves as they could have based on the extremely limited intel they had… but no one had prepared for Plan-99. Nothing could have. Nothing would have.

The sound of his own panicked voice rang across Hunter’s mind: “Wrecker, get him on board!” Such a simple command. As if Wrecker hadn’t already been doing his best. As if Tech hadn’t been dangling in the middle of the sky, calculating the probabilities of every possible outcome of that situation. As if Omega wasn’t already terrified and traumatized enough by the extended firefight they’d found themselves in.

He slammed the glass down on the counter, and clamped his eyes closed on the tears that threatened to escape his eyes as the image of his goggled brother appeared in his mind. Tech. Trusty Tech… keeping everyone firmly grounded with logic. What would he say if he could see him right now? Tech never indulged in alcohol, finding the separation it induced between his mind and body to be too unnerving. Hunter could almost hear his info dump on “the enhancing effects that alcohol had on the neurotransmitter GABA that controlled a person’s sense of inhibition and self-control.” A small smile peeled across Hunter’s anguished face as he remembered Wrecker’s booming: “Buzzkill!” triggering one of Tech’s longest ever cold-shoulders.

“What a mess,” Hunter whispered thickly to himself, slowly shaking his head in defeat.

“You sure are.”

He turned his head to the left and frowned at the stranger lifting a leg and perching himself on the neighbouring stool. Through blurred eyes, Hunter noticed a thick mop of white hair, combed neatly to one side and seemingly held in place with a wax or cream of sorts. The man’s skin was a shade of gold that only years in the sun could achieve, and he had a collection of brown age spots scattered across the thin skin of his frail cheeks. Hunter turned away from the reminiscent looking smile on his wrinkled lips, feeling suddenly and unexplainably exposed, and vulnerable.

“You better get some food before you float away on all that beer in your belly,” the man continued, gesturing an arthritic finger to the empty glass clutched loosely in Hunter’s hand.

“Not hungry,” Hunter grumbled, abruptly rotating himself away from the man, but the alcohol coursing through his veins had rendered his movements sluggish and delayed, and he realized a fraction of a moment too late that he’d swayed a little too far off his seat. He quickly flung his hands out, his sandy fingers grappling against the rim of the counter as the rickety wood stool holding his weight teetered on its two back legs. His heart lurched into action, beating heavily and loudly in his ears as he hurried to stabilize himself.

“It’s okay. You’re alright,” the old man cooed from beside him, extending a hand outwards and applying a surprisingly firm, steadying grip on Hunter’s arm. “Slow and steady does the job.”

Hunter jerked his arm from the man’s grip, readjusting himself on the seat of the stool as embarrassed breaths left his nose in sharp huffs. With knitted brows and a scowl that would have made Crosshair proud, he wrapped on the counter again, deliberately ignoring the kind albeit searching looks from the senior beside him.

“You a soldier, son?” the man probed warmly, pivoting on his seat to face Hunter, and leaning one arm against the bar.

“I was,” Hunter grunted back, again deliberately turning his face away from the man, eager to hide the emotion he knew was still present on his flushed face. The man hummed through a small smile and a gentle nod of his head.

“And who are you now?” he asked with a tone of warm intensity.

Hunter snorted and shook his head, blinking slowly and keeping his eyes averted. The sudden increase in his heart rate from what his body deemed to be a near death fall off the stool had sent his head spinning uncomfortably again.

“I dunno…” he slurred. “A failure.”

“Nice to meet you, Failure. I’m Old Geezer.” The man extended a wrinkled and slightly trembling hand into the space between them, the same reminiscent smile still tugging at his lips. Hunter merely glanced down at the offering of peace, but could not muster the resolve to return it, instead directing his hand to collect the refilled glass from the counter in front of him. “Just a little old man humour,” the stranger continued in a mumble, retracting his offer and interlacing his fingers with his other hand. “Let me tell you something, son. I’ve lived ‘round these parts for close to eight decades, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone throw beers back like you.”

“Well, ‘ur we— hic… welcome for… hic… the show…” Hunter stammered through a sudden bout of hiccups. “Con— hic… consider ‘urself luc— lucky.” To his surprise, the man tossed his head back and chuckled a wheezy laugh, his weathered cheeks narrowing his already unapologetically crinkled eyes.

“I already do, son,” he answered genuinely. “Now, let’s get you out of here before you’re evicted for drinking the whole town dry.”

Hunter glared against his implications, though could not stall the balloon of shame from expanding in his gut. He hung his head to his chest, the scowl on his face softening to an anguished frown as his fingers slackened their hold on the half-empty glass in his hand. He heaved a weighty sigh and closed his eyes, nudging the cup until it was beyond his reach.

“Good man,” the senior praised, standing up from his stool and pulling Hunter’s slack arm around his shoulders.

The sergeant was grateful for the added stability of his new companion as he got to his own feet and immediately felt his knees begin to buckle below him. He reached for the counter again, gripping it with an iron fist as his lethargic brain hurried to keep up with his heavy body’s movements. As they pivoted on the spot and headed towards the door, the faces of the other patrons turned to ogle at the odd pair; a frail old man that they knew well and had likely seen hundreds of times, acting as a living crutch for the inebriated, unknown soldier that had spent hours warming a stool at the bar. Their lips flattened in a mixture of disgust and contempt at the sight of his heavily lidded eyes and uncoordinated, staggering steps.

“Hold up! That man has a hefty tab he needs to pay down!” the bartender shouted as the wizened old man pulled the door open into the night air.

“Not to worry, Philo. Just go ahead and add it to mine,” the senior answered nonchalantly, detaching his hand from Hunter’s to toss the bartender a brief dismissing wave.

The sergeant was shocked to see that the scorching sun that had burnt the backs of their necks earlier that day, had disappeared completely, leaving the sky to be illuminated only by the waning light of a distant crescent moon. As they took a hobbled step outside onto the stone walkway, a cool and refreshing zephyr lifted the hair off the back of his sweaty neck, forcing his eyes open. After standing unsteadily on his feet, waiting for the old man to hail the nearby taxi, he let his bulky armoured frame be guided carefully on to the bench seat in the back of the car. The cabin of the vehicle smelled sickly sweet, something along the lines of the Mantell mix that Omega always insisted they snack on post successful mission, and it brought a new wave of sadness to his chest.

“Let me tell you something before you go, son, and I want you to remember it.” The old man spoke quietly and deliberately, leaning onto his forearms to speak into the backseat through the lowered window. “People only hurt this hard, because they’ve loved equally as hard, and that will never make you a failure. Do you understand?” Hunter swallowed against the poignancy of his words, dropping his gaze to his knees as his dark eyes threatened to fill with tears.

“Look at me, son.” It was not a command but a request, voiced without even a hint of dominance or demand. Hunter swallowed again and turned to look at him. “Whatever it was that you’ve done, or lost, to make you feel like a failure,” the man continued, his blue eyes twinkling with a sentience that future Hunter would never be able to adequately describe. “It can be repaired, as long as you keep your hopes high, and your chin higher. Remember that and you’ll be just fine.”

He backed away from the door and gave the hood of the taxi a sharp pat with his palm before stepping up onto the curb, and shoving his hands into his tunic pockets. Hunter, still trying to force his painfully languid brain into processing the kind advice, hurried to sit upright, suddenly eager and desperate to offer some sort of rushed thanks to the selfless stranger, but the taxi pulled away before his exhausted body would obey his commands. He had no choice but to lean forward in his seat and watch the wizened old man’s figure shrink away into the darkness behind him.

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pony-central · 1 month

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Winter Lovers - An SMG4 and SMG3 Story (Long Post)

Summary - Eight years ago, the Meme Guardians, SMG4 and SMG3, were both trapped in a cold home, where they went Cuckoo Crazy. Eight years later, they both get a faint memory of the incident.

It was a calm day at the SMG4 Castle. SMG4 was busy working on his latest video, when he had received a quick email from his friend, Mario.

SMG4: Oh, my God. Did Mario seriously send me another email? If it's anything like last time with the love email, then I won't bother with it.

He had recalled what happened last time when Mario had gotten the Love Letter virus, and had sent love letters to all of his contacts. SMG4, shivering in squick at that past email, opened the new one. And, to his surprise, it was an invite.

"Dear SMG4. Mario wishes to send you somewhere from your past. Hope you don't end up trapped again. From, your best friend Mario."

SMG4 was surprised at this sudden invite. He then smiled and packed his things. He thought he was going somewhere nice and cool.

SMG4: HOLY CRAP! Mario sent me an invite. He must know me so well. *sighs* I wonder where I'm off to. Ooh! Maybe it's somewhere like Hollywood, or the Bahamas. Ooh, or maybe Brazil. 😊

He ran out of his room with a suitcase and headed to where the Taxi was. The taxi then drove him off on a long drive to the unknown location.

At the Café, SMG3 was sending out people's orders. The café wasn't that busy, there were only three customers who all ordered lots of coffee. SMG3 was exhausted from sending out coffee. Eggdog barked to get his attention, for the puppy wanted beans.

SMG3: Aww, Eggdog. Business is kind of going slow, eh, little buddy? But, don't you worry about it. Soon we will be filthy rich, and -

His phone bleeped. There was an email for him, too. SMG3 sighed in annoyance as he opened the emails up. It was from Mario.

SMG3: *sighs* Mario, I swear to God, if it's that video of spaghetti being made, you're gonna get it! 😞

SMG3's eyes opened wide as he read the email twice over. It was the same email Mario had sent SMG4, just with SMG3's name instead.

SMG3: *gasps* A free vacation?! Oh, my God, I love vacations! I'll get ready right away. Eggdog, you're in charge while I'm gone. Love you. 🥰

He gave Eggdog a kiss on the forehead and left the café with two bags of luggage. He was smiling from ear to ear, as he put on a pair of sunglasses, expecting to be somewhere warm and cosy.

Back with SMG4, the blue Meme Guardian was wondering where he was going. He noticed it was getting a bit on the cloudy side.

SMG4: Oh, ha ha. Looks like a thunderstorm is approaching. Ha ha. OK, I don't think we're gonna experience sunny skies for the entire week, eh? So, where AM I going for my holiday? Hawaii? Japan? Thailand? Pee Pee Island? 🤩

Swag: We're not going to any of those places.

SMG4: Oh. Then... Where AM I off to? 🤨

Swag: You are going to the Arctic. Hope you have a coat with you.

SMG4: The Arctic? But, that's impossible. Mario said I was going on holiday. 🤨

Swag: You ARE on a holiday... To the Arctic. You might need a coat, or a scarf. It'll be a long while before we get there. 😊

SMG4: OK? But, if I'm off to the Arctic, then where can I go for a bathroom break? 😟

Swag: That won't be a problem.

SMG4: *sighs in frustration* GODDAMMIT, Mario! 😞

SMG3 was in his own taxi, wondering if he was going somewhere nicer. He was relaxing in the back of the taxi cab.

SMG3: Huh. Now I'm wondering where I'm off to. A beach? Scotland? Ooh, maybe somewhere more fancy. 😊

Chris: You're off to the Arctic.

SMG3: WHAT?! But, the Arctic is so cold! How the fuck am I supposed to stay warm if I'm in a cold climate?! 😡

Chris: Wear a coat and scarf. 😊

SMG3: Ugh, typical Mario, sending me somewhere I'm gonna die. 😒

Once both taxis arrived at the Arctic, the Meme Guardians stumbled out of the cars. SMG3 was still in a fussy mood, and SMG4 was green in the face. There were a lot of speedbumps on the way there.

SMG3: Ohhh, why is it so c - c - c - COLD here? I'm freezing! 😫

SMG4: Ugh, that trip was awful. I feel sick. 🤢

SMG3: Whuh - SMG4? Is that you? 🤨

SMG4: S - SMG3? What are you doing here? 😟

SMG3: That's what I wanted to ask you. Why are you here, and... Why am I here as well? 😟

SMG3 then noticed that SMG4 didn't feel so good. The blue Meme Guardian was about to be sick, and that worried the purple Meme Guardian.

SMG3: Oh, man. You OK? 😟

SMG4: No... I feel like I'm gonna throw up. *gag* Too many speedbumps in the road. 🤢

SMG3 sighed. He then shook on the spot, he was freezing.

SMG3: I think it's best if we find some shelter. I'm getting colder by the minute. 🥶

SMG4: Good *gag* Idea. I could use some shelter. 🤢🥶

They both set off to find some shelter. SMG3 looked down and noticed that SMG4 was holding his right hand with his left one, and covering his mouth with his right hand.

SMG3: *mind* Man, SMG4 looks terrible. I should probably assist him while he throws up.

They both looked everywhere, but the couldn't find anywhere warm enough to sleep in.

SMG3: You feeling OK now? 🤨

SMG4: No... *gagging* Oh, God. It's gonna come up! 🤢😖

SMG3: Oh, shit! Don't worry, buddy. I'll be sure to get you somewhere. I promise.

SMG4 smiled a weak smile. They both saw a shadow that looked like an igloo of some sort. SMG4 blushed a bit, remembering the last time he was in an igloo with SMG3, one of his friends.

SMG3: You can't be fucking serious. Is that literally the ONLY shelter in the whole Arctic?! DAMMIT! 😡

SMG4: *gag* I'm gonna throw up, SMG3. 🤢

SMG3: *sighs* Just... I dunno, throw up somewhere in that igloo. I dunno. 🤨

SMG4: What? But, you remember what happened last time, right? 😰

SMG3: Just go ahead. We're, like, ten feet away from it. I'll wait for you until you're done.

SMG4: OK, if you insist.

He stumbled over to the igloo. He opened the door, where he noticed a TV and a toilet. He was relieved to have found a place to throw up. So, he did just that.

SMG4: *ducks over the toilet bowl and retches* Ugh. That feels so much better... OK, I best get out now.

The blue Meme Guardian walked over to the door and turned the doorknob. But, to his sudden alarm, the door was locked. He struggled to get it open, but it was locked from the outside. He heard Mario's laughter from outside, knowing the red plumber was the only one who had a key.

SMG4: What the? MARIO, LET ME OUT OF HERE! 😫

Mario: Mario's not gonna let you out until SMG3 is in there. Sorry. 😊

SMG4: *face-palm* Ohhh, GODDAMMIT! 😫

SMG3 was waiting for SMG4 to be finished in the igloo. When he noticed something was wrong, he walked up to the igloo.

SMG3: Huh. Wonder what's taking him so long. Huh.

He was then shoved into the igloo by Mario.

SMG3: WHAT THE - MARIO!!! 😠

Mario: Mario wants you guys to stay here and relive the incident from eight years ago. You're welcome. 😊

The Meme Guardians were both shocked. SMG4 could only blush, and SMG3 wasn't happy.

To be Continued...

#SMG4 #SMG3 #smg4 snowtrapped

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Cradle of the Snake Part 2: Adventures of the Mara!Doctor

So, I took a fuckton of screenshots for this and I had to cut it to just fifteen, most of them being Turlough and the Mara!Doctor. Time to overanalyze some dialogue!

When last we left our heroes, the Doctor was fully taken over by the Mara and is now trying to spread its influence to some of the locals. The script directions try to explain what the Mara is actually doing when it possesses someone:

So, Mara!Doctor is supposed to be the dark side of the Doctor? Mara!Doctor is mostly just Obviously Evil in general, so I don't really know what this means here. Hopefully, we'll find out as we go.

Mara!Doctor tries to turn Tegan against Nyssa. This has no strategic benefit for it. The Mara is Chaotic Evil and just wants to cause more problems.

Mara!Doctor shoos Tegan away and then uses the Mark of the Snake to traumatize the cab driver. But, the cab driver's not important, so he doesn't get possessed.

The Mara specifically wants this entertainer/mad scientist named Rick to join him, but he has to get through the boy working for him, Baala. It doesn't work because Baala is special, as we'll learn later.

The Mara looks for some Darkest Dreams to close in on, but he's got nothing and has to take a break from recruiting the locals.

Meanwhile, Dadda, a sort of snakecharmer priest, uses his evil-detecting snake on the Doctor's companions to clarify that none of them are under the Mara's influence at this moment in time. Something was up with Tegan, but it's gone now, Nyssa is fine, and Turlough apparently gave Dadda some bad vibes but the snake is cool with him.

Turlough is sent to look for the Doctor, giving me something better to do than just recap the plot with a few screenshots thrown in. There's no particular reason Turlough had to be the one that left. It could've just as easily have been Tegan or Nyssa who left to search for the Doctor, so the Mara would've had to have been ready for any of them. Mara!Doctor was watching the whole snake thing at a safe distance, since the snake would sense evil on him.

I must once again emphasize that Mara!Doctor is Obviously Evil. There is something obviously wrong here. His voice and speech patterns are different. There's something really obviously "off" about him, that none of his companions seem able to immediately identify. Tegan thought he was acting weird earlier, but in a "in a bit of a bad mood" sense that was easy to dismiss. Turlough doesn't even notice that.

This leads into the reoccurring theme of temptation with the Mara. Mara!Doctor suggests that Turlough forget about Nyssa and Tegan and go have some fun at the fair instead. It's a very "Sunday School PSA" sort of temptation. "Ditch your responsibilities and go have fun instead".

The Mara!Doctor, while still being Obviously Evil and Not the Doctor, actually does manipulate Turlough here by singling him out. The Doctor's being secretive and Only Turlough Knows, because he can keep a secret, right? Turlough's not usually the trusted confidant, so this is a positive change. The Doctor trusts him. After all the Black Guardian stuff, Turlough wants to be trusted.

So, Turlough is worn down by this special attention he's getting. The Doctor wants him to be involved in Secret Business that the girls aren't in on and now they're going to spend some quality time together at the fair.

So, we're off to the fair! The Doctor wins a carnival game, but he still believes the game was rigged against him and gets upset, even though he won.

As for the Doctor's Dark Side, this feels like a petty version of the Doctor's sense of justice. This is unfair so it has to be stopped. He also brags about how clever he is. Five's one of the less arrogant Doctors, but the Doctor commenting on his own intelligence isn't exactly uncommon.

I would love to know what kind of Giant Cuddly alien animal that toy is. For some reason my own mental image of it is off an octopus. It can cuddle you back, I guess. I'm weird.

Mara!Doctor casually hands the prize off to Turlough, who doesn't act like he's carrying a giant stuffed animal throughout the rest of the story, so he most likely abandoned it somewhere. I would be mad about the stuffed animal neglect, but there's too much going on here to stop for that. I hope someone gave it a home.

Mara!Doctor looks for more problems to cause and Turlough tries to keep up. He goes on a bit of an evil rant.

Turlough's response to just being asked what he wants is interesting. "I thought this was our night on the town". Mara!Doctor asking Turlough what he wants isn't a contradiction of it being their night on the town. It could even be interpreted as "What do you want to do next?" or "Want me to buy you something?". From Mara!Doctor's tone, he clearly means it in a more "tell me all your hopes and dreams" sense, but it's still an odd response. What Turlough wants and this being their night out are correlated.

This night out, this quality time with the Doctor, was what Turlough wanted. Now he has it, but it's all wrong, because it's not really the Doctor he's out with.

Turlough falls back on having learned to accept things. And the words in context with his last line feel like "It turns out that what I want is impossible, but I'm settling for what you'll give me."

The Doctor, as himself, taught Turlough to be thankful for what he has, but this whole experience being such a let down means that the Mara!Doctor has also taught him that he's never going to get what he wants, the Doctor's trust and undivided attention, and he just accept that. At least the Doctor is part of his life.

Mara!Doctor is still in Evil Rant Mode, but the script directions here are kind of funny:

Turlough is embarrassed. You'd think he'd be scared by how obviously wrong this is, or concerned because there's something wrong with the Doctor, but he's embarrassed. The Doctor's antics are ruining their date and attracting attention from strangers.

By this point, Tegan and Nyssa, with Dadda's help, have figured out that the Doctor is possessed and Turlough's alone with him. It's quickly assumed that Turlough's been possessed too, which isn't surprising. It's not even an unfair assumption. The Mara has been going around possessing everyone with a name. Why wouldn't it possess Turlough, especially if it's already possessed the Doctor, someone Turlough would be easily persuaded by and comfortable getting close to.

The Mara hasn't possessed Turlough yet because it would actually break a pattern. The attempt to possess Nyssa through Tegan was when they were alone in their bedroom. Kerrem was possessed while alone with the Doctor in his office. The Mara doesn't seem to strike in public places. Kerrem screamed when he was possessed, so it would obviously attract attention. The entire time Mara!Doctor's been with Turlough, they've been at a crowded fairground. The Mara is waiting until they're alone...

This happens at the abandoned studio where the Mara hopes to continue its plan for world domination, just bringing Turlough along for the ride. By this point, Turlough has either realized that something's very wrong or is just done with all this bullshit and wants out.

But, in the abandoned studio, they're alone now. So the Mara can actually try to possess Turlough, which would definitely prevent him from leaving.

Turlough saw the Mark of the Snake on Tegan's arm and should know that it's associated with the Mara, but he probably never expected to see the Doctor be possessed. He's the Big Good of the universe in Turlough's mind. He protected him for the Black Guardian, basically the Devil. The Mara couldn't possibly be more powerful than that!

Turlough's "I don't know" is similar to his "well" before deciding to go to the fair. He's actually being convinced, more by the Hypnotic Evil Power of the Mara than by anything that's being said. But, it's also the Doctor offering Wealth and Power here...

But, they get interrupted and the Mara!Doctor pulls Turlough into a nearby warehouse.

Turlough is sort of tempted by the Mara's offer, even after everything else that's happened. We're also back to the double entendre with Nyssa and Tegan in part 1. They're alone together, one of them removes some of their clothing and offers the other basically whatever they want. It stood out with Nyssa and Tegan because it happened in a bedroom. It stands out here because Mara!Doctor took Turlough on a date first. So, if this was a sexual offering, Turlough would totally be up for it, but Mara!Doctor is being too rough with him. Not being a gentleman, just leading him to an abandoned building and grabbing him like that! In his "darkest dreams" it was way more romantic. Worst. Date. Ever.

Okay, I've had my fun.

Anyway, Mara!Doctor locks Turlough in a stall. He has to meet with Rick now, so he doesn't have time to possess Turlough. He can't bring non-possessed Turlough along to the meeting, because he might hinder his plans in some way. But, he can't risk Turlough escaping and tattling to Nyssa and Tegan either. So, he has to lock him up somewhere.

The Mara!Doctor hurt Turlough. Turlough thought the Doctor would never hurt him. He trusted him. This is when he starts to get really scared.

#the cradle of the snake #vislor turlough #fifth doctor #five/turlough #tegan jovanka #nyssa of traken #turlough's suppressed desire to be gently seduced by the doctor i guess #never thought i'd get to use that tag again #i've having too much fun with this lol

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Hi hi 👋 I'm the anon that asked about the taxes! You can name me now: TAXI. Like Benny the Cab (is a joke please don't call me that)

We have spoken before from my account and Ive dentro plenty asks incognito (: I feel more inclined to use anonymous to avoid being seen as annoying Internet stranger that talks too much and wants to be friends. I'm awkward and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable but I also want to talk about things we like in common 💕

As for how much older I am, I'm not an old person yet! But by what little information you've shared about your age I think it's safe to assume I'm at least 10 years older ✨️ so in adulting adult terms it can be a big difference hehe

What would I like to be called 🤔🤔🤔 I wonder. But thanks for asking! That's really sweet of you

Have a good good day and hope we can talk more later! 💐

Aw, I feel bad now. I don't know which anon asks you sent! But I totally understand using anon to communicate. I'm still trying to break out of my shell more; I used to legit feel panic if I saw someone DM me, but that's more about myself rather than the people. Nowadays, I still get nervous, but also giddy that someone wants to chat! And seeing your messages always makes my day ^^

I'm still 20 like my bio says XD so- wow! I still think it's cool you're 30 and on this site. Like I said, it shows that connecting through social media isn't just a teen/barely adult thing (I am legally an adult... But I think we all can agree that that doesn't mean you're an adult adult 😅).

Hm... How about sunny anon? You seem like a very sunny person ^^

I hope you had a lovely day too! I wouldn't mind chatting again sometime ^^

#asks #anon

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Who's your favorite vocaloid, and list 3 reasons why it is Hatsune Miku?

1. I loved it when Miku said “now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and id like to take a minute just tit right there I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town calle dBel-Air in west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where I spent most of my days chillin out maxin relaxin all cool and all shootin so me b ball outside of the school wen a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared shesaid you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my thicket I put my Walkman on and said I might as well kick it first class yo this is bad drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass is this what the people of Bel-Air living like hummm, this might be alright but wait I hear they're prissy bourgeois all that is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat I don't think so i ll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it camed near the license plate said Fresh and it had dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought Nah forget it yo holmes to Bel Air I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie YO whlomes smell ya later I looked at my kingdom I was finally thereto sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.”

1. Mac

3. And cheese!

#thoughts #poetry #hatsune miku #fresh prince of bel air

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Hot Soup Cold leads

chapter 2: out on the green.

[summary: young April is trying to find out what happened in the disappearance of action star Lou Jitsu but what she finds instead is far more interesting]

April knew it would not be simple but she did know that she was not going anywhere unless she started. The first thing she had to do was look at the facts.

The facts were as follows:

Lou Jitsu went missing in 1998 shortly after premiere of ‘Hot Soup Forever'.

He was last seen getting into a cab all dressed up on a Friday night.

He was only found to be missing when he missed a meeting with his manager. Weeks after he was last seen.

And that’s it, that’s all April had to start with. That’s all the internet already had on Lou’s disappearance. The rest is just people make up wild stories about what might of happened. Like

'He was taken by the mob.'

'He was killed by a mugger and thrown into a trash can.'

'He fell into a man hole and died in the sewers.'

'He skipped town and changed his name due to gambling dept.'

'He got a princess pregnant and is raising the child in secret.'

All of them conspiracy theories or dumb rumors though. April needed the facts and the web pages had no real hard sources just the basic information. So April had to go when she normally was having trouble finds answers, her local library.

April loved the library it was always filled with cool stuff and weird people which in April’s opinion was the best kind of people. It was one of the only places her mother felt comfortable leaving her for more then an hour. Which is good cause April never made a short visit especially when she was on a mission. April went to the front desk and hit the top of the small bell to get the librarians attention. He was a lanky gentleman and always looked like he had just stepped out of the rain with his flat hair and his cloths draping over his skinny frame but despite this however he was always smiling and happy to help anyone who came into the library.

“Ah, April you looking for the new Jupiter Jim comics we had a set sent from up sate.”

“Not today Milton..."

April took a second and corrected herself.

"OK not right now. I am actually looking for news paper articles from 1998.”

Milton smiled and nodded.

“Oh OK, school project?”

April thought about the question.

“Personal project.”

She tried to use her most serious voice and the sternest face her 8 year old fetches could give.

“Ok let me see what we can find.”

Milton still smiling points April to follow him into a room that is covered in filing cabinets and points April to sit at the table in the middle of the room.

“So any paper in particular your looking for?”

“Nope just what you have on spring of 1998”

“OK well, all of the cabinets are a different publication and the dates are all inside and over here is a reel scanner that shows you the ones that are on display or digital file. I’ll be at my desk if you have any questions.”

“Thank you Milton.”

She answered him with her serious voice again. Milton seem amused by it and just left the room. April then looked at the cabinets and went to one labeled 'New York network mar-may 1998'. She cracked her tiny knuckles and opened the draw.

April then spent the next few weeks going through all the cabinets, with all the newspapers and articles she could find. Through it all she had only found three about Lou Jitsu's disappearance.

The first was just filled with everything she already knew, so that ones out. The seconded one was more about his manager and how Lou was acting strange before he went missing. April asked Milton to help her make a copy of that one for later but right now it didn't tell her anything new. But the third one was what got her attention at the moment. It was not an article about Lou's disappearance but a magazine tabloid about 'The average night for Lou Jitsu'.

It went on about where he got his hair cut and where he ate after he got his hair cut and blah blah blah; but what was interesting was the last part. Apparently Lou liked to reserve a whole fancy restaurant one Friday night a month and would eat there by himself all dressed up. Friday the same day on the week he went missing, all dressed up in a cab. That must have been where he was going, to that restaurant it was called...

On the green.

Rich people name stuff weird?

April basically ran all the way home happy as could be. A lead she actually got a lead. She needed to find away to get to this restaurant though and then she had to find someone worked there when Lou Jitsu was last there and .... oh who cares about that know she has a lead and he will run with it as far as she can carry it.

It took some doing just managed to convince her mother she was going to the library again and planned out her bus route to take her to On the green. When she got their it was not as fancy as she thought it would be. It was rundown and paint was piling off the walls and dirty cracked bricks lined ground of the outdoor section. The years had not been kind to this place. April went to the front desk and waved at the uninterested staffer.

'Hi.'

"What do you want kid."

"I was wondering if I could..."

But before she could finish a woman came to rush her out the door.

"Oh dear, there are no children allowed in here off you go kid"

"But.."

April tried to speak but words failed her.

"No acceptations, sorry dear, come back in 10 years or so."

and with that April was outside the door and woman has vanished back inside.

"Like you dumb restaurant will be here in 10 years lady."

April shouted at the decaying building. Not one to give up that easy though she walked to the side of the building but there was a big heavy iron gate that went into the outdoor setting. So April looked around the other side of the building to find a small and thin walkway that was hidden behind garbage cans, April moved quietly through the narrow passage way and found it to be a dead end with another brick way closing the whole thing off. April signed and turned to leave but saw something in the corner of her eye. April knelled down to insect her find.

It was red leather shoe, or rather what was left of one. It looked like it had not moved in years which made sense as this passage way was not long enough to lay down in and didn't lead anywhere so why would anyone come back here. April pulled out a pencil from her bag and began to poke at the shoe, could it be? She thought, as she pulled her copy of the magazine article, and sure enough it showed a picture of Lou Jitsu head to toe in red.

"A CLUE..." she shouted before pulling out a sandwich bag and placing the shoe inside it.

Lou was here and now she had proof.

part 1

#rottmnt #hot soup cold leads #rise april #rise splinter #lou jitsu #fic #art #fanfic #no beta we die like gram gram #part 2 #this will get better I swear #its just slow moving at the moment cause april is by herself

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Planet Z Theory

An Alphabet Lore Creepypasta

We all know the letters of the alphabet from Alphabet Lore, especially the planet Z themselves. And we all know the villainous numbers from Number Lore. But did you know that all of the letters and numbers are figments of a man's imagination inside a dream and that Z was that man? Allow me to illuminate.

Let's start with the Z himself a.k.a. Ezekiel Zimmermann, or Zeke for short. Zeke was a journalist, hearing about the tragedies in his town. Zeke had always felt sorry for the victims of those tragic events and wished that he could do something about it. Unfortunately, that day never arrived when he was caught in a horrific car accident. Zeke had survived, but unfortunately, the car crash put the poor man straight into a coma. The comatose Zeke was put on life support, trapped in an eternal sleep and an everlasting dream of him being a planet and a "Z", with the dead people as letters and numbers.

The first three people were Alejandro Anderson, an albino man and a chill dude, Bradley Blue a friendly man who loves butterflies and Charlie Campbell a cool, yet tough guy. A trio of best friends and the incarnations of A, B and C. Alejandro, Bradley and Charlie all died on different days. Alejandro was killed after being hit by a taxi cab while he was reading, Bradley died in a plane crash while he was bringing a butterfly collection home and Charlie was violently torn limb from limb by wild animals while he was camping in the woods and his bloody remains were eaten afterwards.

Daniel Drew was the next unfortunate soul. He was a happy, loving, cheerful man with a positive attitude. Although Daniel may not be smart, he is actually happy about his life. Unfortunately, his life ended when an angry man came along and beat poor Daniel with no mercy. Apparently, Daniel had accidentally scratched the man's car while he wasn't looking. Daniel died of his injuries on his way to the hospital. D became the reincarnation of the late Daniel Drew.

Ethan Evans was a cool dude and a lady's man just like his reincarnation, E. With a pompadour hairstyle and a knack for impersonating Elvis Presley, Ethan had everything he ever dreamed of; money, popularity, riches, woman, you name it. But all that changed when Ethan was bludgeoned in the head with an aluminum bat by accident during a game of pinata. Ethan's dreams were shattered just like his skull and he dropped dead.

Finneas Foster, a.k.a. F, was abandoned as a baby with no family and was sent to an orphanage where he was bullied by other kids for being clad in black clothing. The caretaker tried suggesting that F should wear different clothes in concern, but F never listened and said that he liked wearing black. He also hated being called "Finn", which made him mad. Despite this, he befriended Noah Navarro, a young man with a loving family who was bullied for being weak and cowardly, during his childhood days, but the bullying made him much worse. Even all his teeth were broken and became sharp teeth. F became cold, ruthless, sadistic and vengeful. In his teen years, F seeked revenge on his former tormentors and grew up as a criminal, involved in countless crimes, including serial murder, mutilation, torture, cannibalism, kidnapping, theft, armed robbery, assault, psychological abuse, terrorism and so on. His only friend, Noah tried to stop him and tell him to cease his life of crime to change for the better, but it was too late. F was arrested for all the horrible things he had done and was taken to jail. F was later sentenced to death via electric chair, making Noah both heartbroken and traumatized as he witnessed his best friend die. Unable to live without his best friend, Noah wrote a suicide note and took his life to see F in the afterlife by hanging himself at the noose. His parents found their son's hanging corpse in his room. F's reincarnation became a certain black capital letter of the same name while N became the reincarnation of Noah.

Next comes Grayson Garcia and Petunia Parker, a lovely couple who soon became G and P respectively. Grayson and Petunia had fallen in love with each other since childhood and they started dating in their teen years. As soon as they became adults, Grayson and Petunia were happily married. Soon, Petunia became pregnant and wanted to have a family with Greyson and Greyson agreed. Unfortunately, Petunia gave birth to a dead baby, a stillborn, much to her and Grayson's horror and grief. Soon, Petunia took her own life and shot herself in the head. Mortified and heartbroken, Grayson mourned over his wife's suicide and isolated himself in his home. One year later, Grayson died from a broken heart. As for their stillborn child, the baby soon became G and P's baby.

Hunter Hamilton, the previous incarnation of H, was obsessed with ghosts, the occult and the paranormal. He used to give ghost tours to tourists to earn money, considering that he was poor. Hunter always loved reading books on ghosts, occult and the paranormal. Soon, Hunter had given his last ghost tour in an abandoned facility when the tourists left him alone. Hunter tried to keep up until he ended up knocking into something that leaked a toxic gas called hydrogen cyanide, accidentally inhaling it. Hunter succumbed to hydrogen cyanide poisoning and gave up the ghost alone.

The next person was Irving Isaacson, a man with a youthful appearance and glasses. Irving was older than he looked, making him cute. The only thing that wasn't cute about him was his death, which was a horrible accident when he got crushed by a car crusher in a junkyard. Irving soon became I.

Jasper Jones was a supermodel with a pretty face. Jasper, unfortunately, was not lucky, just like the others. A fire happened and the poor man was burned alive. J became the reincarnation of Jasper.

Kairi Krueger, the previous incarnation of K, had a huge interest in bugs and insects. Ironically, this led to her untimely demise. While studying the bees, she accidentally knocked the beehive over, causing the bees to go mad and sting her to death.

Leon Lorenzo and Orville Olson, who soon became L and O respectively, were the next people on death's list. Leon and Orville were a pair of rich gentlemen who were not only snobs, but bullies as well. Leon was spoiled rotten by his mother as Orville's parents spoiled their son too. Leon and Orville were like two peas in a pod. Unfortunately, Orville perished from leukemia, which is blood cancer. What made it worse was that Orville was overweight. Leon, on the other hand, had by far the worst death of all the others. Just as Leon was about to attend Orville's funeral, one of Leon and Orville's victims came to him one day with a sharp knife and tackled him, stabbing Leon multiple times. Then, the victim slit Leon's throat, killing him. For Leon's demise, it was poetic justice.

The next lost soul was Michael Martinez, a man who was neglected by his parents and abused by his older siblings. As a child, Michael was bullied for being weak, so he went to therapy. He eventually went to the gym in his teens, hoping to be stronger and stand up for himself. He even took boxing classes, kickboxing classes and wrestling classes for self-defense. In his adulthood, Michael had not only stood up for himself, but others as well. Unfortunately, while Michael went to the convenience store, which was where he used to work, he came across a killer with a gun, killing the other employees. Just as Michael was about to intervene, the killer shot Michael three times in the chest, killing him. After death, Michael soon became M.

Quinton Quisenberry was the next victim and the previous incarnation of Q. Quinton was diagnosed with bradykinesia, slowness in movement. He was very slow, yet very wise. He would always try to warn people about the accidents, but he was not quick enough to get there on time. He was always late to work. Soon, Quinton's slowness would lead to his demise. While camping, he ended up walking into quicksand and couldn't get out. He sank into the quicksand and perished.

Robin Ridley, who soon became R, was a coward who suffered anxiety. Robin had a scar over one of his eyes since childhood after a cat scratched him. He had been afraid and stressed ever since. Eventually, Robin ended up falling into a tar pit and drowned in the tar.

The previous incarnation of S is Samuel Stuart, a reptile lover and a hippie when it comes to reptiles. His parents fight over his hippie lifestyle and his obsession over reptiles, causing a divorce. Even as an adult, Samuel lives with his mother, who still supports him. Samuel's most favorite reptile is a snake and he had gotten a pet snake for his birthday. Unfortunately, he was bitten by his own pet snake, causing him to succumb to the snake venom and whither away.

The next victim was Tony Travis, a muscular man and a skilled swimmer. Tony had braces since childhood. Despite this, he was well-respected for his skill and was a gold-medal winner in any swimming race he did before his death. While Tony was swimming at the beach, he didn't realize that the waters had sharks in them until it was too late. He was attacked and eaten by sharks, resulting in a grisly end for the poor man. Soon, T became the reincarnation of Tony.

Ulrich Underwood was another victim. He was unappreciated and ignored by his peers, making him feel invisible. Everytime he tries to do a good deed, no one seems to notice, much to dismay. His luck went from bad to worse. He put on winter gear, including a scarf, to go for a drive on a cold day. Unfortunately, his scarf got tangled in a fan, strangling him. Ulrich's neck snapped and he died of asphyxiation. Soon, Ulrich was reincarnated as U.

Next comes Vinnie Valentine, the incarnation of V. Vinnie was born mentally challenged. He lived as an outcast, being ridiculed for being a retard and a coward. Vinnie tries to be positive and happy. He eventually died from a heart attack after his cowardice got worse.

The Walker Sisters, Wilhelmina and Winifred, were a pair of dicephalic parapagus twins, siamese conjoined at birth. The twins were born and raised in a freak show and they were respected and given things that people believe would make the two happy, which explains why they were wearing Gothic lolita clothing. Unknown to the freak show or the rest of the world, Wilhelmina and Winifred were diagnosed with depression ever since they were kids. Soon, when the freak show closed, the Walker Sisters went to the hospital to get separation surgery. Unfortunately, there was a surgery gone wrong and the twins died from massive blood loss. Wilhelmina and Winifred eventually became W.

Xavier Xiao, who soon became X, was a man from an Asian family who owned a Chinese Restaurant. Xavier learned kung fu and graduated at a martial arts academy to pursue his dreams as a ninja. He was a black belt, which is the highest rank and won every tournament, yet he is very honorable and kind, even to his opponents. Unfortunately, Xavier had lost his final battle when a cannibal broke out of the insane asylum and broke into his home. Xavier tried to take down the cannibal, but the cannibal threw a knife into Xavier's head, killing him instantly. Then, the cannibal ate Xavier's flesh and organs.

Next on death's list was Yumi York, a kind woman who was a babysitter. The kids loved her and she loved them. But all that changed when she started taking care of a group of rowdy, spoiled children, all being siblings. Yumi hardly ate and couldn't sleep during this. Unable to control these kids, she was about to quit her job when she tripped over a ball left by one of the kids, causing her to fall out the window. She died from blunt force trauma, caused by a head injury and broken bones. Y became the reincarnation of poor Yumi York.

Primus Uno was the leader and don of the Mob, a criminal organization with Deuce Zwei, a mobster, as his second-in-command and right-hand man. Tertius Sanban was one of their most loyal mobsters and hitmen. Their criminal ways eventually led to not only their deaths, but the end of their gang. Primus and Deuce set the bomb to go off in an hour to blow up a police station. But thanks to Tertius' clumsiness, the bomb exploded, killing Primus, Deuce, Tertius and seven other mobsters by incinerating them. Their bodies were never found and their lair was destroyed in the process. Primus, Deuce, Tertius and the dead mobsters soon became 1, 2, 3 and the other numbers. The numbers didn't appear in Alphabet Lore, but that is a different story.

With every tragedy tied to the town, no one will ever forget the names of those victims, especially Zeke. In conclusion, the comatose Zeke would continue to watch over the lost souls in the form of the planet, Z, trapped forever in a world of his own mind, in a purgatory of his own making and a dream to which he'll never wake up from.

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apetrichorscent · 1 year

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Dear Universe,

I am here in my late 20’s. Stuck in my room. No job, no money, and no courage to leave the house. So I am asking you, to please hear my story, and guide me through my next phase of life.

Trauma has stayed in my mind and body for quite some time now. To go a bit deeper, sexual trauma has overstayed its welcome.

My sexual trauma began at the age of 6. My mom and dad got divorced, and I was living with my mom, stepdad, and sister in a grand Beverly Hills house. We were happy. Until my dad who was currently living in Las Vegas decided to drive to our elementary school to see us, and he proceeded to kidnap me. We lived in a small apartment and slept on the living floor together. He was a cab driver so he would leave me alone in that apartment until 2 in the morning. And I waited for him, every single night. He would then play horror movies that had let’s say, very explicit content. Just him and I. I was scared and I latched on to him. Thankfully, my mom rescued me and all was grand for a while until we reconnected with him in middle school. I was super giddy since I didn’t see my dad for 6 years. Until… we were at the Grove (a very prominent mall in LA), and he started rubbing my butt at a counter while paying for a skateboard I wanted for a while. He whispered into my ear, “Hi baby.” People stared. People judged. I froze. I kept quiet. I was 11.

This continued on when my sister and I were sent to live with him in middle school. He saw me coming out of the shower, naked. He stared for a bit too long. I was 13. He finalized this treatment after he got into an argument with my sister. With her “winning” the fight, I was left there for him to pour his anger on. He let it out. He told me my mom cheated on him with my sister (as a baby) in the hotel room while they were doing the nasty. He told me slapped her in front of everyone at the buffet when he found out. I froze. I kept quiet. He told me I was a good little girl. I kept his secrets, thinking it was love for not only my father but now my mother. My perspective on sex was tarnished even before high school had the chance.

Thankfully, we moved back home with my mother for high school. I had absolutely no interest in sex and focused on anything that could relieve such desires. Sports, and activities. I tried my best to be one of the “boys.” I was safe. Especially, living with my mom.

But then college came. Since my mom could only afford to take care of my sister, I thought the only way I could get a proper education was through my dad. He promised me full tuition, a dorm room, a car, you name it. And I believed it. I went back. But it felt different this time. I was very excited about college but felt a bit uncomfortable with my dad. But I ignored all signs and kept lying to myself that I loved him. It was my college years after all.

I had fun. I joined a sports club team, worked part-time at one of the centers there, and made some cool ass friends. But, sex is a big topic in college. I felt pressured. I was scared of sex. Scared to lose my virginity. And instead of being patient, I just went for it. With probably the worst guy on campus. It was dry, painful, and fast. There was no love. But I wanted love. I wanted connection. And I wanted it to be with him. So we tried again, again, and again. But nothing, I received nothing but pain.

After graduating, I moved back home to LA. Ah, safety. I was a recent grad, ready to start my career. I got an awesome job managing a Downtown commercial building. I was good, I worked hard. Very hard. I was going to go far. Until I met a man there. An older man. Handsome, tall, who had money. Everything my dad wasn’t, except for this personality. He took an interest in me, and we went out for drinks. I got hammered. He took me back to his place. I rushed into the bathroom to do the vomiting. I passed out. I locked the door. I remember I locked the door. Somehow, he got it unlocked, carried me to his bed, and did it. And for some reason, I thought that was okay.

And I kept going back to him. For 4 years. I went crazy. And I recreated. This is what I thought my worth was.

I even had friends. So-called friends. One male and one female who touched me, thinking I was asleep. I froze. I kept silent. Stayed friends with them for a while. I kept recreating the pain. The memory.

I didn’t even know. I didn’t know I was assaulted. I didn’t know this was not normal. I kept making excuses. I kept hurting myself. I stayed silent. From childhood to adulthood.

So universe, I am asking you to hear my story and help heal me. Please give me the courage to use my voice. To learn. To move on.

And to those who were or are currently in the same situation as me, I hope my story can help you know, you’re not alone. We are in this together, and we can heal together.

Thank you,

Sarah.

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killerofthecooch · 2 years

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New In Town

(you’re rowley’s cousin in this)

RODRICK SMUT RODICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT

- this is your warning to stop reading -

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“Rowley! Your cousins here! Come help her with her bags!” Mrs Jefferson yelled from the door as she watched her niece struggle with the bags left on the side walk from the taxi cab she took. “Rowley!” She scolded.

Rowley sobbed down the stairs. “Sorry mom. I was in the bathroom-“

“Go help her.” She seethed between her teeth. “She’s struggling, the poor dear.” She opened the door to let Rowley out. “Hurry up.” She whisper yelled when he reached the side of the lawn.

Y/n smiled at him. “Finally.” She threw her arms around him. “Rowley! It’s so nice to see you!”

He smiled awkwardly. “My mom said I have to help with your bags.”

“Of course she did.” Y/n smiled to herself. She handed Rowley some of her bags before picking up some herself. “Goodness it’s hot out here.”

Rowley led y/n into the house, up the stairs, and into the room she’d be staying in until graduation.

“So, uh, why’d you decide to move here?” Rowley asked to start a conversation, hoping she’d just tell him to scram or something.

She sighed, setting some of her bags on her bed. “I got caught smoking weed so my parents sent me here… but it’s fine because this place has the literal best plugs.”

“What-“ Rowley said awkwardly, tugging at the collar of his polo shirt for some kind of air.

Y/n snickered. “Im just messing with you, Rowley. I got into a fight with a girl over some guy she liked, who’s gay, and she was, like, harassing him to like her back so I punched her.”

Rowley looked around nervously. “Um, I think my moms calling me…” He hurried out of y/n’s room and ran down the stairs and to the neighbors house.

Y/n sighed, grinning as she plopped down on her bed and pulled out a wax pen with the wax already inside. She took a nice long hit before realizing someone from across her window was eyeing her intensely. She stood up and opened her window, leaning against the windowsill with her pen still in her hand. “Hey neighbor.”

The guy knelt down to see her more clearly. “You in the right house?”

She laughed a little. “Yes. Of course I am.”

He eyed her. “You’re related to Rowley?” He asked, obviously not believing the fact she’d be in any house by him, much less the Jefferson house.

She nodded. “Yeah. He’s my cousin.”

The guy laughed. “Now way that’s true. No way.” He said shaking his head.

“Why not?” She questioned before taking another hit.

He squinted at her. “Well for one thing you smoke, two you don’t exactly look like the Jeffersons, and three you’re undeniably attractive.”

Y/n grinned. “Why don’t you come over?”

He chuckled. “No way am I gonna deal with all the proper shit in that house. You come here.”

She shrugged. “Keep the back door open, neighbor.” She shut her window and jogged down the stairs and snuck out to the backyard. After she got out there she struggled a little with hopping the fence but decided to break two of the wooden planks that made the fence and slide through it, making sure they fell back into place when she was on the other side.

The guy slid the back door open for her and led her up two flights of stairs to the attic, which is his bedroom.

She nodded approvingly as she looked around at the posters. “It’s nice.” She said finally.

The guy plopped down on his bed, eyeing his new neighbor. “How long are you staying?”

Y/n smirked. “Not even a ‘what’s your name?’” She joked.

He raised an unamused brow while she cleared her throat. “Im staying until I graduate.”

“Your parents are cool with that?” He asked, a little shocked.

She stalked over to him, standing above him. “Does it matter?”

He grinned. “Maybe not.”

She knelt down a little, her hands resting on the sides of his neck while her thumbs grazed against his jawline, she leaned over and pressed her lips against his.

He didn’t waste any time pulling her onto his lap so both of her knees were on either side of him, his hands planted on her ass, he let them slide up occasionally to tease her a little.

Y/n got bored of the little make out session they were having and decided to move her hips a little until she felt her neighbor grow harder under her, which made her grin into the kiss. “Oops.” She said innocently when he looked up at her.

He flipped her over so he was on top, her ass in the air while he lifted up her pleated skirt and slid down her panties. “You came prepared, stranger.” He said raspily in her ear.

She slid her ass against his dick in response before feeling it slam into her, a loud moan escaping her lips as he slowly moved out. Continuous moans filled the room as he slammed into her, his hands gripping onto her titties, his fingers playing with her hard nipples as he fucked into his new neighbor.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Y/n moaned out.

“Let it all out.” The guy grunted, holding onto her.

She gripped onto the sheets as she moaned. “Oh fuck me harder! Harder! Baby, fuck!”

When he felt her cum on him he pulled out, his cum going all over her ass. She grinned at him when he fell beside her. “Round two?”

He didn’t hesitate to pull her onto his lap, carefully placing her down on his dick, both of them moaning as y/n rode him.

She began bouncing up and down, her titties going crazy. Her neighbor ripped her white see through shirt off and grabbed on her tits, leaning up to suck on them to keep his moans quieter.

Y/n continued to ride his dick until he came inside her. “Mmm.” She let out, getting off his dick and laying beside him, her legs spread out. “I need more.” She moaned out, her hands traveling down her body, her fingers pumping in and out of her as her other hand rubbed her clit, her soft whimpers escaped her mouth uncontrollably while her neighbor watched in awe.

When finished she put her fingers in her mouth sucked on them while keeping eye contact with her new neighbor.

He climbed on top of her and kissed her, his hands pinning hers against the bed while he let his lips travel lower and lower on her body. “God you’re so hot.” He mumbled against her skin.

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secretsofblackthornhall · 3 years

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Dear Cristina, from Emma

Dear Cristina,

I was going to try addressing this letter to Polyamorous Cottage In Faerieland, but I figured it might never be delivered. :) Ok, ok, I’m kidding. I’m sending it to the New York Institute—Clary says she’ll hold onto it for you. I know Jules and I have been popping around the globe like ping-pong balls, but we’ve finally settled here in London for at least a couple of months, so you can — and should — write me back at the London Institute — I’m not sure the place we’re staying even has an address.

(And sure, I could have just sent you a fire-message, but I have too much to tell you. Buckle up.)

So, a while ago Jules and I were in Manaus, in Brazil, studying Curupiras, when we got called into the Rio Institute. They had a message for Julian. His great-aunt — yeah, the one he was visiting when you first came to L.A. — had died. Really sad. And then, remember the beautiful house in Sussex where she lived? Well, she left that to some cousin nobody’s heard of, but she left Julian Blackthorn Hall. Which is a crumbling ruin in Chiswick (kind of a suburb of London). And then we had to come here, because of a codicil in the will (ahem, according to the dictionary, that’s “an addition or supplement that explains, modifies, or revokes a will or part of one”). Either Julian has to fix the place up, get it livable again, in five years, or he has to donate it to the Clave.

Anyway, you know how Julian is. He makes up his mind fast. We Portaled to London the next day after he got the news.

I was all set to eat scones, drink tea, and go on the Eye (all the things I didn’t get to do last time we came to London, due to being pursued by unkillable Faerie warriors.) But that was before we took a black cab from the Institute out to Chiswick and really saw the place.

From the outside it looks like a museum or an old library—you know, big marble columns, grand staircase, big metal dome on top that looks like it should have a telescope in it. (It doesn’t; I checked.) But inside it’s more like a fairytale. Not, like, something from Faerie. Or something from a kid’s movie. It’s like one of those fairytales where a crumbling palace sleeps for a thousand years. It was kind of romantic, for about five minutes. Then we spotted the first rat, nibbling on the tassel end of one of the drapes.

It’s a weird mix of interesting history, weird old art, and total ruin. There are cool portraits of old Blackthorn ancestors, mostly intact. Julian says he doesn’t recognize most of the faces. Some of them have names written on the back of the canvas or on the frame but other than “Blackthorn” none of the names mean anything to any of us. There are wooden chests full of ancient books and papers, and beautiful overgrown grounds that I’m sure were once gardens and are now England’s version of a jungle. There’s an old greenhouse and a weird little brick structure we can’t figure out. (Storage shed? Very small weapons room?) The whole place is just a mess, and most of the house isn’t habitable at all anymore. Someone built an apartment with “updates” off in one wing, probably in the sixties. (The apartment, by the way, reminds me of that vintage shop in Topanga I dragged you to. Remember?) Whoever lived in it left a closet of all kinds of vintage clothes and there’s crazy flower-patterned wallpaper and modern art everywhere. At least the apartment has electricity, running water, and heat, because the rest of the house definitely doesn’t —

I’m back now. Sorry, had to stop writing for a second. Julian was calling me. He was up in what was probably a ballroom? But anyway he took a wrong step and his foot went through the floor. (Not all the way through the floor, which is a relief. But it definitely made a hole.) The ballroom is big and dusty, but you can see how long ago it must have been beautiful, and very fancy. It has these huge French doors that open onto marble balconies, though most of the glass in the doors is gone now.

Once I freed Jules from the broken floor I figured it was my only chance to try to talk some sense into him, so I pointed out that this is a gigantic project for two people who have never fixed up a house before, and that we have a perfectly fine place to live already. And the weather is better there.

Jules, being Jules, took his time answering, really thinking about what I’d been saying. Then he said, “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to do it. You’re more important to me than a house. Any house.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to do it,” I said. “I just don’t even know where to start.”

Jules calmly explained that he’d been in contact with some faerie builders of some kind, hobgoblins maybe? who would be here Monday to do “a walkthrough.” Then he put his arms around me and said, “I know we can always live in the L.A. Institute. I love it there, too. But as much as any Blackthorn legacy exists, this is it. All these old papers, whatever secrets the house is hiding, they’re our family history. I want to pass it on to Dru and Ty and Tavvy. I want to give them what I never had.”

Well, what could I say to that? I get it. I have Jem as my living family history. Jules doesn’t have anything like that. And while Aline and Helen run the L.A. Institute now, they might not always, and besides, it belongs to the Clave. I get that he feels like he can’t give away a big chunk of his family’s history without giving them a choice in the matter.

I said, “All right. We’ll see what we can do. If we ever decide it’s too much, we can hold a big family meeting and everyone can vote. Keep the place or not.”

He picked me up and swung me around. Then we started kissing. I’ll be merciful and not give you the details.

So I’ve decided to consider all this An Adventure. It’s like an archeological site, and we are intrepid historians. Later I’ll see if I can convince Jules to put on a tweed coat and a pith helmet while we sort through the debris. Because whoever lived here before had a lot of stuff. It’s a big house, and every room has furniture with drawers and cabinets, and inside every drawer and every cabinet is clutter. Rusty weapons, water-damaged books, little boxes with more clutter in them, costume jewelry, portraits of random people, broken teacups…And remember, we’ll be going through it without any light but witchlights.

Anyway. I wanted to let you know what I was up to, and where we were. Our travel year was basically over anyway, so this is a sort of way of extending it and spending more time together. I’m not sad about that part. I was actually doing pretty well psyching myself up for the excavation of Blackthorn History, until this morning.

I know I said the house seemed haunted, but I was joking. Mostly. I’m not Kit; I can’t see ghosts unless they want me to see them, and so far I haven’t come across any ectoplasmic spirits with messages from The Beyond. But the place does feel odd — I keep finding myself turning around at the end of long, spiderwebby hallways, as if expecting to see something in the shadows. Or imagining I glimpse something over my shoulder in the mirror. I chalked it all up to nerves until this morning, when I came into the dining room and saw that the words “GO AWAY” were written in the dust on the floor.

I literally jumped. I was actually reaching for Cortana before I got a hold of myself. Don’t be ridiculous, I thought. That message could have been written any time. Long before we got to the house. It could have been sitting here in the dust for years, undisturbed.

I have a confession to make, though. I rubbed the GO AWAY message away with my foot. I didn’t want Julian to see it. He worries too much as it is. I didn’t want him to have that same bad moment of shock that I did, especially over something unimportant.

I feel better getting the story off my chest to you, though. Oh dear, Julian is calling for me again, I can’t wait to see what he’s put his foot through this time. I will write again soon, and in the meantime pip pip cheerio from London!

Love to you and the boys,

Emma

#secrets of blackthorn hall

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harrysgoldenline · 3 years

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When In Italy Part 3

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He remembered your order.

It was all you could think about after you sat down, a waitress coming quickly to your table and he gave you a look, asking you if that’s what you wanted. You gave a small nod and you refrained from commenting on it, not wanting to stroke his already enlarged ego you are sure has only gotten big since you have seen him last based on… well everything.

The waitress thanked you both, taking your menus and leaving the two of you alone, giving one another an awkward smile before you looked down at your hands, now regretting pretending to not know what to order in order to hide behind your menu a bit more.

“So…” Harry began, fingers drumming onto the table, “how have you been?”

You let out an airy laugh, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow before leaning back in the woven dining chair, warm Italian sun hitting your face as you looked out at the view and back to him, not even sure what to say. You, obviously, were not doing great and he was.

You open your mouth to start to answer but stop when the waitress comes back, placing the cool, water glasses in front of you and they quickly become interesting as you watch the condensation drop down from the glass onto the table.

“Y/n…” Harry began, looking up at you and sighing when your eyes met, “Can you talk to me? I just want to see what you’ve been up to.”

“What about you?” You counter, heart pounding against your chest, “I feel like you’re the one who needs to check in and share some updates more than anyone else, don’t you think?”

“I guess I deserve that.” He chuckled, taking a sip of water and looking at you over the glass causing you to scoff.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny.” you glare, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart, “really makes the whole situation better.”

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” He nodded, holding his hands up in defense, “but I didn’t know you were going to be there, I would have never brought her if I would have known that, obviously and I’m sorry it happened this way but I’m glad I saw you, I’m glad to see you.”

“Who is she?”

He looked surprised by your question, not expecting you to rip the band-aid off in the way that you did. But, you knew him. Better than anyone you’ve ever known in your life and you couldn’t understand why he was beating around the bush like this so much. You also needed this for yourself, not wanting to fall for his famous charm, looking into those beautiful, jade eyes you knew you would be done for.

It’s the reason your sitting across from at this table at all, not being able to resist his smile, his sot, caring voice as he asked you to see him, having no idea what you would be getting into all, you said yes without any hesitation and you decided in that moment, watching as he went around the clear high priority topic with ease.

“Her name is Olivia.” He sighed, “she’s the director of the movie I’m going to be in and…”

“You’re together?”

He didn’t answer, looking at his hands.

You nodded, taking his silence as the clear answer and you bit your bottom lip hard, tasting blood as your teeth sunk into the flesh, hoping the pain would stop the tears that were stinging your eyes. You could feel your hands shake and you let out a sigh, standing up from the table and running your hands over your skirt, frustrated he didn’t even have the nerve to come out and simply say it.

“I-I’m going to go,” You began to ramble, looking down at the water glass and you dug through your bag, looking for money to pay for your meal and tip the waitress, even though it wasn’t yet served to you, eyes burning as you did your best to keep in your tears.

“Please stay.” He whispered and you shook your head rapidly, pulling out your wallet and looking for a big enough bill, “Okay, let me just drive you back, put your wallet away this is on me.I asked you to come.” He added, pulling out his wallet and laying down a more than generous amount.

“No, please.” You whispered, stepping back as you stepped closer to you, “just, stay. Take my food with you. I’m gonna book a flight home and you guys can have the house to yourselves by tomorrow night.”

“Y/n-”

“Goodbye, Harry.”

You ignored his calls of your name, walking down the pavestone as you made your way through the quaint town, passing the many boutiques and gelato shops you two went through a dozen times.You also did your best to ignore the longing look of pity as you passed by the strangers, thankful your italian wasn’t as good as his, that way you didn’t have to also hear what they were saying about you.

You wandered your way through the beautiful village, wishing it brought you the same amount of joy as it always did, but not it just left you a bitter taste in your mouth, reaching for your phone and calling for a cab, looking up flights the second the car pulled up.

***

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your alarm, heart wrenching at the realization that all of this was real and you fist rubbed your swollen eyes, sniffling as you sat up and the details all came back to you.

“He found someone else already.” you had sobbed into the phone to your best friend, clutching at your chest as your back was against the front door. “He already moved on, y/bff/n and he brought her here and-and… I-I got a flight home and I just don’t know what to do.”

You were beginning to hyperventilate, mind being unable to wrap around the fact that he had moved on so quickly, the man you thought you were going to marry, being together for years, had already moved on to someone else.

Your best friend had done her best to calm you, begging you to let them fly there to help get your things together, to at least meet you at a connecting flight so you weren’t flying home completely alone, but you didn’t allow it, knowing how much trouble they would get into with their boss.

“I’ll be there to pick you up.” they told you, after a long pause, their heart was breaking at the sound of your cries, “You’re gonna make it through this, y/n. I know you are.”

You weakly stumbled out of bed, walking straight to the closet and, once again, pulling your bags out and throwing them onto the bed, throwing your all clothes into a messy pile and zipping up the bag, pushing it into the hallway after quickly changed into a clean outfit, slipping on a pair of sneakers as you got ready for your flight home.

Forcing yourself to brush your teeth and run a comb through your hair was harder than you had ever imagined, hating to have to look at your reflection as the face of her was being compared side by side in your mind. You hated yourself more for wishing that Harry tried a little harder, wishing that he had ran after you and tried to at least explain more, extend the olive branch so to speak, even though it would never fully heal your wounds.

Your anxious mind wouldn’t stop reliving your morning with Harry and you couldn’t help but have regrets, wondering if you overreacted, wondering what would have happened if you stayed for the rest of the meal.

Could you ever be friends?

Pushing yourself away from the counter you hoped that the thoughts would subside, wishing you knew the answers but knowing you never would. You shuffled your way into the living room, curling up on the couch as you waited for the car to come pick you up and take you to the airport, not having the energy to reach to pick up the remote so you sat in silence.

Although it felt like minutes, an hour soon passed and you heard the knock at the door and you forced yourself up, grabbing your suitcase and wheeling it behind you as you opened the door, being greeted by the driver who took your suitcase from you and loaded it into the car as you followed behind, finding your place in the backseat.

The time went faster than you thought it would, the drive to the airports, the security line, flights, layovers, all of it. The next thing you knew you were walking down the steps of the airport, seeing the face of your best friend and running towards them, dropping your suitcase in the process as they quickly took you in their arms, holding you as tight as they could.

“I got you.” They whispered, rubbing your back as your tears sunk into the fabric of the fabric covering their shoulder, “I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

“How do you know?” you horsley whispered, “my heart hurts so much.”

“I know, I know.” They whispered back, pulling back and looking you into the eyes, giving you a smile and wiping away your tears, “It’s going to be okay, I promise. You are an incredible human being, y/n, you are so unbelievably strong andI know that you can do this and I’m going to be there for you every single step of the way, okay?. ”

And they were.

Being there for you every single step of the way for the next two weeks since you got back from your trip and even moved into your apartment with you for a few days at first as you adjusted. Holding you every single time that you cried, always checking in and making sure that you were taking care of yourself and always being there for you to talk about everything, even though you weren’t quite ready yet, they were there for you when you were going to be and you couldn’t have been more thankful for that.

Now, after a couple weeks of healing, after your plummet on your journey of healing post break up, you felt like you were back on your way up. You started leaving your apartment more again and y/bff/n even got you to go out with them and a couple of friends one night.

Actually starting to feel better and even starting to feel a lot more like yourself.

Your phone buzzed and you quickly took a look down at it, seeing a text from y/bff/n

Be there soon! i can't wait to try out this new coffee place!

You smiled and sent back your quick reply, letting her know you were going to head downstairs touching up your makeup quickly as you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled back at your reflection, seeing the glow and fullness starting to come back to your face, the circles under your eyes slowly disappearing more and more everyday.

Grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter and sliding on your shoes you got ready to leave your apartment, heading out the door and locking the door behind you, jiggling the handle to endure it was locked before turning on your heel to head out. You go to reach for the elevator button, but it dings as it announces its arrival and you step out of the way, allowing whatever neighbor to have a clear path to their apartment. Instead, you're met with a pair of familiar green eyes.

“Harry?”

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Twisted 26 - Blood On My Name [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, guns.

Word Count: 3000

Summary: No one can run away forever.

There were some days when you just knew it wouldn’t be easy for you, and today was one of them, that was for sure. It was as if after seeing how Spencer had managed to charm your family the other night and how everything was going well in your relationship, the universe had decided to throw in some difficulties to make it interesting.

For starters, you had forgotten to buy coffee the day before so you couldn’t even have your much needed caffeine. After managing to get rid of the sleepiness with a very cold shower and getting ready, you left your apartment to get to your car, and that was when the second problem hit.

It wouldn’t start no matter how much you tried, so you had to take a taxi to your office.

And as if all that wasn’t enough, Spencer had decided to call you with some bad news as well.

“You can’t be serious,” you whined, pressing the phone to your ear as you paced in your office, “Spencer, please tell me you’re not leaving me alone at a party I didn’t even want to go to in the first place!”

“Trust me, I don’t want to.”

“You have a case,” you felt the need to repeat, “Today of all days.”

“We’re flying there in ten.”

You heaved a sigh and plopped down to the couch, nibbling your lip.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I swear I’d be there if I could.”

You sook your head, “No, don’t be sorry,” you murmured, “I get that. It’s your job. Besides, it’s probably a life or death situation if they called you guys there.”

He hummed in agreement, “Probably,” he said “But are you going to be alright?”

“I mean I’ll probably drink a lot,” you tried to joke, “And miss you for the whole night.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he confessed, “They’re sending some agents to make sure the copycat doesn’t try anything at that party if they even show up, but… Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“When am I not careful?”

He scoffed a laugh, “Do you want a list? Because I think it’d be a long list.”

“I’m always careful!” you protested, “Also, given our occupations it’s kind of ironic to hear this from you, I’ll have you know.”

You could almost hear his smile, “Just promise me.”

“I’ll be very careful,” you said, “Cross my heart. Besides, it’s Nolan’s company, professor. No one can walk there with any weapon, it’s a security company remember? Even I am leaving my knife at home.”

“Just don’t go anywhere alone, be in the crowd for the whole time—”

“Make sure to stay where security cameras can see me, I know.” You finished his sentence for him, “It’s not my first rodeo. Relax boyfriend, it’s just one boring party. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Don’t say that,” he warned you, “Bad things happen when people say that.”

“I didn’t take you for a superstitious type, professor.”

“I’m not,” he said, “I just don’t want to take any chances. It’s already bad enough that I won’t be there.”

“You’re telling me,” you said, “I was hoping we could hook up somewhere in there, it’s a huge building.”

You heard his chuckle, “You’re incorrigible.”

“Well it’s always Mina and Kenzie who have fun in these things, for once I want to have fun too!” you defended yourself, “Besides, don’t pretend like you don’t like it.”

“Hey, I said nothing of the sort.”

“Reid, come on.” You heard Luke’s voice and Spencer sighed.

“I should go,” he told you, “I love you.”

A smile warmed your face, “I love you too,” you said, “Go save some lives.”

You hung up, then ran a hand over your face, slumping on the couch.

“Y/N?” your assistant knocked on the glass door of your office before peeking her head in, “Hi, are you busy?”

“Not really,” you sat up straighter, “What’s up?”

“You wanted me to remind you when it’s time for lunch,” she said, “Also I sent your dress for tonight to your place, the front desk will get it.”

“Thanks,” you checked the time and stood up to walk to your desk, “Damn it, I’m going to be late.”

“I also called the mechanics, but they said it would take two days for it to be fixed.”

“Today just gets better and better,” you muttered and she tilted her head,

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Hm?” you looked up, “Yeah, sorry. I’m fine, it’s just one of those days. Since the morning everything is going bad, and I was hoping my boyfriend would be with me at this party, but he had something to do so…”

“Maybe he can change his mind?” she suggested, “See, I had this boyfriend once, and he said he wouldn’t show up to my birthday party because we had this huge fight, but then he showed up anyway.”

“Oh it’s not like that,” you shook your head, “There’s no fight, he’s just not gonna be in the city tonight.”

She scrunched up her nose, “That sucks.”

You scoffed a laugh and grabbed your coat and your purse, “It’s fine. Where are we on the Riley wedding flower arrangement by the way?”

“All confirmed, she says she loved it,” she said and you smiled.

“Thanks,” you said as you walked to the elevator with her following you, “I’ll be back in an hour, okay? Have a nice lunch.”

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lincoln said as you sipped your rosé, looking around the restaurant you two were having lunch in, “How did you even break down your car?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“When was the last time you took it to a mechanic to get it checked out?”

“When I bought it?” you said and he let out a chuckle.

“So you have no car for tonight?”

You pulled your brows together, “Tonight? How did you-?”

“You know we run in the same social circle right?” he said, “My dad’s company also does business with Nolan, of course I’m invited. That being said, I wasn’t sure if I would show up, but since here you are, begging me to help you—“

“I’m just eating my food here.”

“I can drive you there,” he finished his sentence as if you didn’t interrupt him and you tilted your head.

“I can just take a cab,” you said, “Or mom could send a car, it’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“Consider it my thanks for your unrequited advices on my relationship.”

“Oh you need more advice?” you perked up and he rolled his eyes.

“No.”

“You made up with your girlfriend then?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You really need to go to Italy for a surprise visit,” you pointed at him with your fork “That’d be incredibly romantic.”

“Is that right, love doctor?”

Your jaw dropped, “Come on, when have I ever failed you with my advice?” you asked, “If you love this girl, you need to show her that.”

“I’m just gonna play it cool.”

“That’s a terrible idea!” you said, “I know you’re not the romantic type, but you need to at least make an effort!”

He shot you a look “I’m a romantic.”

“Bullshit,” you let out a laugh, “You might be the most emotionally distant person I’ve seen after me, and you’re telling me you’re—“

“I believe that some people are meant to be,” he cut you off, “No matter the circumstances. Consequences be damned, anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t deserve to be in love. I think if you’re in love, you should adore that person every day, and be there for them for better or worse. Whatever sacrifice it takes.”

You blinked a couple of times, shock coming over you, “Linc…”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman I love,” he told you, “Trust me. Nothing at all.”

You just gawked at him for a few seconds before you put your fork down.

“I stand corrected,” you muttered, and he grinned at you.

“Yeah, how does it feel to be wrong?”

“Oh shut up,” you said and stabbed your salad once more, ignoring his laugh.

By the time your lunch with Lincoln was over and you got back to your office, your fingers were itching to text Spencer. Reminding yourself that he was probably busy, you managed to suppress the urge and waited for the elevator doors to open.

Erica was already waiting for you by the door and you let out a whine.

“Don’t tell me,” you said, “You have bad news because today has a grudge with me.”

“I mean it’s not bad, but I figured you’d want to know.”

“Give me some good news, like you saw a puppy today or they named a whiskey after me or—“

“Your mother is waiting for you in your office.”

“I said good news, Erica.” you reminded her and made your way to your office before you opened the glass door to step inside. Your mother looked over her shoulder, sitting up straighter on the couch.

“Hi honey.”

“Hi mom,” you walked to peck her on the cheek, “What’s up? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I need help,” she said and you hung your coat, placed your purse on the coffee table, motioning at one of the interns for coffee before you leaned back to the table.

“Sure thing, what is it?”

“How do my nails look?” she held up her hand and you pulled your brows together.

“That’s what you need help with?” you asked “You do realize that this is why we have phones?”

“No, I wanted to talk face to face for my next question.”

“Ah, I won’t like that question will I?” you hissed in a breath, “Your nails are fine by the way.”

“It’s just that, I don’t know when Nolan will propose so I booked my nail artist for a month.”

“I want to have your problems,” you muttered as your phone buzzed and you checked the screen, then touched the text message.

From: Spencer

The power of Love borne in my lady's eyes

imparts its grace to all she looks upon.

You couldn’t help the wide smile pulling at your lips as you skimmed Dante’s lines, then thought for a moment and typed in:

See that you bless the day that I took you captive; it is your duty to do so.

“Y/N!”

You lifted your head, “Hm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you lowered the phone as the intern brought you two cups of coffee. You thanked her, then turned to your mother, “It’s just… Spencer is out of the city again, that’s why— never mind. What did you want to ask me?”

“I think I have an idea about Nolan’s proposal and this…potential marriage.”

You cleared your throat, “Uh, sorry. My client list is full.”

“Nobody buys that excuse honey.”

“I mean can you blame me?” you asked, “You would be the worst bride I’ve ever had to deal with, no offense.”

“First of all, I’ll just have a cocktail, not a wedding,” she said, “It would be inappropriate to have a wedding, considering our ages.”

“Mom!” you protested, “That’s not a thing! Anyone can have a wedding, fuck what society thinks.”

“Very delicately put, but I’ve made up my mind,” she said, “That’s not what I came here for. I decided, I want to be with Nolan and spend the rest of my life with him. So I will say yes when he proposes.”

“A surprise to no one,” you grinned and she shot you a look.

“But considering what people would think, I feel like I need to make a schedule. Do you happen to know when Spencer will propose?”

The coffee you were drinking went down the wrong tube and you started coughing, but your mother sipped her own coffee, patiently waiting for you to stop.

“Say- say what now?” you asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Yes, I was thinking I could stay engaged to Nolan until after your future wedding.”

“Mom we’re not— I’m—“ you stammered, “That’s not happening.”

She tilted her head, “Oh don’t be nonsense, you’re in love. Very obvious to anyone who has eyes, he couldn’t stop looking at you throughout dinner the other night.”

“Yeah but….” you cleared your throat, “I don’t think he’s planning anything like that.”

“Well—“

“I’m not going to ask him if he’s planning anything like that,” you cut her off, “I don’t live in Victorian ages, neither do you. I told you, you can get married to the eccentric billionaire puppy with a bowtie whenever you want.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Unbelievable.”

“Right back at you lady.”

“If Nolan lets you know about when, you will tell me okay?”

“I doubt he’ll let me know, he looks like he’s got it covered.”

“And you’re still planning my cocktail party when the time comes.”

“Mom, no!” you let out a whine, throwing your head back, “Please don’t do that to me. I’m your daughter, you’re supposed to love me!”

“I do love you, that’s why I don’t trust anyone else with my wedding except for you.”

“Don’t trust me,” you said, “I’m begging you not to trust me. Planning Mina’s wedding was bad enough, you’re even a bigger control freak than she is—“

“Y/N.”

“I say that respectfully!”

She put her cup of coffee on the glass table, then stood up.

“Just remember, I absolutely hate carnation flowers and polyester gives me a rash.”

“Why does God hate me?” you wondered out loud and she kissed you on the cheek.

“I’ll see you tonight honey,” she said and walked out of your office, ignoring your overly dramatic whining. You buried your face into your palms, letting out a groan.

“I really should’ve drunk something heavier than rosé.”

***

You had picked this dress thinking Spencer would like it, and now that he wouldn’t be there with you, you were two seconds away from changing it. You heaved a sigh, looking in the mirror before you fixed the tulle floor length skirt of the pale pink dress and pulled at the long sleeves adorned with lace. The small screen by the door lit up as it started ringing and you walked there to touch it, then told the doorman that he could send Lincoln upstairs when he told you he was there.

Soon enough, the doorbell rang and you opened it.

“Hey,” you said, grinning when he did a double take and blinked a couple of times.

“Wow.”

“Bad wow?”

“Good wow.”

“Why thanks Linc, you clean up well too. Come in!” you stepped aside so that he could enter the apartment and he looked around as you closed the door.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks,” you said and checked the time before you went to the kitchen island. “You’re early.”

“And you started early,” he nodded at the wine glass on the kitchen island, making you shrug.

“I just have one e-mail to check for confirmation, then we can go.”

“No rush,” he said, leaning back to the wall as you looked at the photos of the wedding venue for your newest client, swirling the wine in your glass.

“You want some?”

“Nah, not yet,” he said, “Work stuff?”

“Mm hm,” you mumbled, “She describes the venue she wants as boho-glam so it’s going to be pretty tough for me to find a lot of options.”

“Your job is definitely more fun than mine.”

“My job is harder than yours,” you pointed at him and he scoffed.

“How is that?”

“Have you ever dealt with an angry bride?” you asked him, “You wouldn’t last a goddamn second. Just the other day, one of them tried to make me give her a list of her wedding dress options too, the one thing I’m not responsible from.”

“I mean can you blame her?” Lincoln asked, “You obviously have a good taste, look at yourself.”

“Aw thanks Linc,” you hit send, and closed down the laptop lid before you reached for your wine glass to take a sip, taking a step towards the coffee table.

“Yeah I’ll almost feel sorry for Spencer for missing it.”

It took you a second. For a second, it was all good and then you stopped dead on your tracks, a shudder running down your spine as your brain comprehended what he just told you. You could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms as you put the glass down, your back still turned to him.

“I never told you I was dating Spencer,” you managed to mumble through frozen lips and he chuckled.

“No you didn’t,” he said, “Erica told me. Family dinner with Spencer, it was on your schedule the other night.”

Your thoughts were like a tornado in your head as your heart started slamming against your ribcage and you turned to him, your eyes finding potential weapons you could use all around the room instantly and he tilted his head.

“So I know that there are about fifty things in this room you can attack me with,” he said, “But just so you know, if you try anything, your niece goes down. You don’t want your precious Lily to have an accident, do you? Because I don’t either.”

That red haze clouded your vision for a moment as your jaw clenched.

“I’m going to kill you,” your voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to you anymore, it was way too cold, way too calm, the shock leaving its place to fury roaring through your veins. A manic smile pulled at Lincoln’s lips and that dangerous gleam which you had seen multiple times in your father’s eyes appeared in his eyes as well before he took a step towards you.

“I missed your fire,” he said as if he was in awe, “So much. It’s been a torture to keep my distance from you. But honestly, Petal,” he tut-tutted, then reached behind him and pulled out his gun to point it at you.

“You should’ve known better.”

Chapter 27

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HERE IN BROOKLYN

Summary: Stuck for the night in Brooklyn, New York, Y/N meets a stranger at the bar. At first it seemed like a one night stand, but the more time they spend together, the harder it is to let go.

Bucky Barnes x Reader. SMUT WARNING-unprotected sex, oral receiving male&female, and steamy hot.

A/N: hope you enjoy this one. I had a pleasure to writing this one. My inbox is open for anonymous requests.

“This can’t be happening right now!” Y/N exclaimed at the woman behind the desk. “When will the next flight be?”

This was the cherry on top of one of the worst weeks of her life. Her asshole of a boss sent her on a work trip to Brooklyn, New York, in the middle of winter. She worked as a marketing agent for a sales business. Earlier morning on this day, she pitched her strategies to a potential client. It was important because this was the last opportunity to prove herself to her boss. Unfortunately, they rejected her ideas and upon hearing the bad news, she was fired on the spot over the phone. So, here she was at the airport only trying to get back home.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing I can do,” the check-in clerk apologized to calm the frantic woman the best she could. “Because of the oncoming storm, all flights have been canceled until further notice. We will post new flights once we feel it’s safe.” She turned her attention elsewhere to help another customer.

Y/N stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, before storming away. “This is bullshit,” she muttered under her breath.

White powder fell from the sky, covering the ground in a blanket of snow. Icy, bitter air nipped at any exposed skin. Y/N could see the fog of her frustrated breaths. She tightened the thick coat around her as the snow quickened its pace. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the cold. Everything felt like it was crashing down on her. Finally, after waiting in the freezing snowfall, the headlights of the cab appeared in the distance.

• • • • •

Bucky laid there on the couch in his living room, listening to the low hum of the TV. All he wanted was to get some much-needed sleep. Whenever his eyes closed, instead of darkness, he would see memories of his past fill his mind. He’s seen a therapist. Any progress he makes, the doubts that whispered in his head held him back. It wasn’t going to be that easy, he knew that. Nothing he could do can change or erase what he’s done.

Instead of some shut-eye he grabbed his coat, and he found himself wandering outside in the cold. He made his way to the local bar down the street.

Bucky took a sip of the bitter liquid that calmed his nerves. Even though he couldn’t get drunk, he still enjoyed the taste and the burn in his throat. With enhanced hearing, his ears picked up the faint sound of boots walking to where he was sitting. In the corner of his eyes, he watched the woman sit down next to him.

“3 shots please,” she requested to the bartender, voice distressed. She choked one down as soon as they have been set down in front of her.

His head cocked to the side to get a better look. Her beauty struck him. She was absolutely breathtaking. Bloodshot eyes met his briefly. He noted the puffiness around the fragile skin as if she had been crying.

Bucky couldn’t help himself. He leaned over, so she could hear him over the loud music and voices. “Rough night?”

The second shot glass was raised up and she paused, looking at him. “Could be better,” she replied dryly. The clear liquid passed her lips. She cringed at the taste in her mouth.

“Yeah, mine too.” He took another sip of his beer. “Are you from around here?”

She shook her head. “I’m here for a business, or was,” she explained. “My boss fired me today because I didn’t get the contract... I was supposed to fly back home tonight until they canceled the flight. So now I’m here.”

Bucky’s face scrunched up at what she said. “Yeah. You’re night is much worse than mine. I’m sorry. That definitely sucks.” He swiveled the stool around that he sat on to face her and stuck out his human arm. “I’m Bucky.”

She looked down at his hand, hesitant at first, before placing hers in his. “Y/N.” She shifted in her seat to get a better look at him, she recognized him. “Wait a second, you’re the Winter Soldier. I’ve watched you on the news.” Y/N found him attractive. The long dark hair she’s seen him with on TV was cut short, and he had the most striking blue eyes she had ever seen.

Not being used to people recognizing him, he looked away. He was mostly afraid they would judge him for the bad things he did, instead of the good. “Which side of me have you seen?”

Y/N frowned at this. “Both. I like the good Bucky.” She drank down the last shot.

Bucky went to say something else but tensed up when her arm reached out, a hand grabbing on to his. Normally, he would freak out whenever someone touched him out of nowhere. That was then, so he relaxed.

She tugged on him. “We should go dance. This is my favorite song.”

At first, he stalled, staying in his seat. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I don’t really dance.”

Y/N ignored his protests and continued to drag him on to the dance floor. She stumbled on her own feet, feeling fuzzy from the alcohol.

Bucky was a bit uncertain, but he followed her anyway. She swayed her hips to the beat with a grin on her face. He stood there, not knowing what to do, nor did he have any intentions to join her. That was until a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. On instinct, he placed his hands on her waist. He decided he needed to loosen up and live a little, mimicking her movements.

Y/N had a boost of confidence from the booze running through her veins. She pushed herself up on to her tippy-toes and pressed her lips on to his.

For a second he was frozen in shock. A rush of something unexplainable came over him, telling him to kiss her back. His palms moved to each side of her face as the kiss deepened. “Want to get out of here?” he asked against her lips. Y/N nodded, and that’s all it took for Bucky to lead her back out into the cold.

• • • • •

As soon as they made it inside of his apartment, she was against the wall, Bucky hot on her tail. Their mouths locked in an intense kiss. Bucky kicked the door closed with his foot as he moved his mouth roughly against hers. His human-hand was placed at the small of her back, guiding her hips to brush against him. Y/N panted for breath when he tore away to pepper her exposed neck with kisses, her head lolling to the side to give him better access.

Bucky had a sudden sense of nerves, causing him to pause his pursuit. “To be honest, I haven’t done this in a long time.” The words he spoke came out in shaky whispers.

She looked at him in a dazed way, her eyes filled with lust. “Do you want to stop?”

To answer her question, Bucky kissed her again. His tongue that wove into her accepting mouth found hers, and they danced together. He hoisted her up by her thighs, her legs wounding themselves around him. By the time they reached his bedroom, most of Y/N’s clothes were thrown every which way, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Bucky’s mouth made a trail from her lips to her neck. His lips traveled further down to find the curve of one of her breasts. With ease, he popped the clasp of the undergarment and tossed it behind him. Y/N arches at the warmth of his tongue flicking against her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth. Teeth grazed the swollen bud while his hand massaged the other.

“You’re overdressed,” she said, breaking the silence. She gripped the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms to assist her.

For a second Bucky’s insecurities got to him and closed his eyes tight, scared of what she’ll think of his metal arm. But all his fears washed away when she didn’t even acknowledge it, pulling him closer towards her. Y/N’s hand found the zipper to his jeans and he kicked them off, his briefs following in the same direction.

He hooked his hands, one on her hip and one on her thigh. Before she knew it, she felt the dip of the bed under her weight as she sunk into the sheets. Their bodies pressed ever so close together, skin to skin. Lips locked, his fingers lacing into her hair. Once again, he let his lips wonder her body until they reached the spot where she wanted to feel them the most.

Hot breath brushed against her clothed core. A cool sensation ran along her slit. Without a warning, her thong was torn off. Light feather kisses littered the inside of her thighs.

A breathy moan seeped out when she finally felt his wet mouth encase her pussy. He suckled on the bundle of nerves. The flat of his tongue licked up in a slow motion. He wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. The cold feeling came back. She shivered in response as it pressed its way into her entrance. She twitched and writhed under his touch.

Tension rose inside her as she was reaching her peak. At the sound of her moans and motions of her squirming, the movements of his tongue on her clit quickened its pace. His metal fingers moved in a rhythmic motion inside her. She screamed out his name. Her orgasm washed into his mouth, and he sucked her clean.

Bucky crawled back up and kissed her, the taste of herself on his lips exciting her. She flipped them over, wanting to return the favor. Without wasting time, she took his rather large length in her mouth. Tongue flicked and circled around the head.

“Shit baby. That feels incredible,” he said through gritted teeth. His hands found themself tangled into her hair.

She bobbed up and down, massaging his balls. He quivered at the sensations he was feeling. Before he could let go just yet, he pulled her up and was back on top, his knee spreading her legs apart.

They shuddered in unison when the tip of his groin brushed against her entrance. Not being able to contain it any longer, he shoved the rest of his dick all the way inside as far as it could go. He groaned in pleasure at her wetness.

Bucky went slowly at first. He wanted to avoid hurting her, but she urged him to speed up. Her nails dug into his shoulders, crying in ecstasy. His breath fanned over the side of her face and bare skin.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled out in a hungry tone. He pounded in to her in fierce strokes. She felt extraordinary against him.

“Me too,” she moaned out, her eyes rolling back.

They both let out a series of almost animalistic moans, the rush of their release sending them into complete bliss. Bucky collapsed on top of her, propping himself up so he doesn’t crush her. He rolled to one side of the bed. Y/N followed him, her arm and leg slung over his torso. Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple, wrapping his arms around her too. The two laid there breathless, like they had the wind knocked out of them.

• • • • •

“Careful, it’s hot,” Bucky warned her, handing her a mug of steaming hot tea. He took a seat next to her on the couch with a cup for himself.

“Thanks.” She sighed at the warmth the mug gave off to her hands, the heat soothing her insides. They were fully dressed and shared a large blanket that bundled around them.

The rest of the night was spent sat on the couch together, talking and getting to know each other. Y/N spoke about small bits of her life, and he told her some things he remembered before he became the Winter Soldier, back when Captain America was his best friend. Soon enough, they both drifted off to sleep against each other. And for once, rather than nightmares, Bucky had pleasant dreams.

The weather cleared up the next day. Bucky and Y/N spent most of it wondering around Brooklyn. He showed her around to some of his favorite places.

Bucky quickly grew fond of Y/N. He felt at ease around her, which is something that he hasn’t experienced in a long time. Was it crazy to say it is love at first sight? The things he was feeling, he wished it would never go away. Everything about her made him crave and want more. The little quirks she did like her laugh and the way her eyes crinkled. And when she got shy, she would play with her hair. Y/N’s presence enticed him. The usual worries, the negative thoughts, and all else that beat at Bucky daily went away.

Y/N sensed it too. She saddened more when the day went by. Being around Bucky, she felt light on air as if she was floating and like she was on Cloud 9. There was something in her that was begging her to stay. It told her not to board that flight and go home. But she was afraid of being vulnerable so fast. She was also not used to change.

Later on, they found themselves at a park. Both sat down on a bench, watching families play on the snow and people all around them.

Bucky turned to her. Those steel-blue eyes that were starting to tug on the strings of her heart held sadness. “Do you really have to go?” he asked, his voice gloomy.

Y/N thought for a moment. She almost wanted to say no. “I should get back home.”

“Or you could stay,” he pushed. “You’d like it here and would be happier here. It’s New York. There are opportunities here, you could find a better job, and there’s me.”

Something rubbed her the wrong way. She stood up, whirling around to face him. “You only met me last night, and you already think you know what’s best for me?”

He was taken aback at her outburst. His hands went up in a defensive stance. “No, not at all,” he said quickly. “I’m sorry that you thought that. I just don’t want this to end.”

“You’re just being selfish. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls that you could pick up at the bar that I’m sure would be happy to have sex with you,” Y/N snapped out. Her own words surprised her. As soon as they left her mouth, she regretted them.

Bucky was confused at her words. “You assume that I picked you up at the bar just for sex? Is that what you think all of this was? And hey by the way, you’re the one who came on to me.”

Y/N jabbed at his chest. “Yeah, well, I was upset and had a bit to drink. I didn’t think it would go any further than this.” She wasn’t even upset at him. She honestly didn’t know why she was mad. Maybe it was the fact that .

The commotion stirred attention from a couple of bystanders as they watched the scene unfold.

“I’m not just some guy that uses girls. That’s not me at all,” he retorted back, standing up too.

Y/N became distraught and emotional. Her eyes watered with fresh tears. “It shouldn’t have gone further than it has. I’m supposed to move here all because you got caught in your feelings? Well, I did too. We have to say goodbye.”

“But it doesn’t have to end now. I feel something for once in the longest time.” Bucky felt his stomach turn. His fists balled at his side, clenching and unclenched.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” she croaked out. “I can’t stay. I can’t change everything suddenly for you when we just met.” She turned on her heels and ran off, hurrying down the park. She waved down a nearby taxi.

Bucky just stood there watching what could be the start of his life drive away. The cab disappeared, and his head lowered. He felt stupid. He knew he was in the wrong. She had every right to feel and think like she did. At first, he thought about just forgetting it and going home. But he didn’t. He couldn’t let it go. “Fuck!” he blurted out loudly, scaring the surrounding individuals. He raced down the street and flagged down a taxi as well.

Y/N grabbed her stuff from the conveyor belt. She got there just in time. The plane that will take her home had just landed. Her mind was swirling with many emotions. She felt the guilt eat away at her for being mad at Bucky. She couldn’t blame him. He had been through so much. All he wanted was something good for once. She also wanted it so badly too. But her life isn’t here. She wasn’t about to put it on hold.

Before she could make another step forward, she felt a cold touch on her shoulder. Y/N recognized it as the metal arm that belonged to Bucky. He spun her around. She went to speak, but lost her train of thought when a pair of lips came crashing down on hers.

A few seconds into the kiss, Bucky pulled away. He placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. His eyes said everything. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, doll,” he whispered. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like you had to change your life. You’re right. I was being selfish. I just, I felt different around you. For once, when I’m around you I was at peace. All the worries and darkness that I have, is pushed aside. It felt so good to have a sense of freedom from the constant battle I have everyday. I didn’t want to lose that.”

Tears fell from Y/N’s eyes at his confession. His thumbs quickly swept them away. “I’m sorry too, for getting mad at you. I let my emotions and doubts get to me. I know you’ve been through a lot. I’m so grateful that I make you feel that way.”

He kissed her again, this time it was soft and full of promises. “You’ll come back, right?” he asked, hopeful.

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Yes. Yes, of course I will, Bucky. I promise.”

They shared one last kiss. It wasn’t a goodbye. It meant see you soon.

Y/N kept that promise.

• • • • •

She leaned against the window, looking out. The plane has just landed. Y/N gleamed with happiness and excitement. She couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to JFK Airport. It is 7:43 pm and 60 degrees out.’

Her happy thoughts drowned out the rest of what the captain was saying. It was the end of March. The snow has melted away. Here she was, back in New York.

Bucky sat at the bar, beer in hand. His mind wandered with delight. He couldn’t stop thinking about it all day today and yesterday. Mid-sip, his extraordinary hearing, his ears perked up at the sound of heels approaching him.

“Rough night?”

His lips curved up in a grin. That voice was something he was impatiently waiting to hear again. Setting the bottle down, he swung around. There she was. The woman who has not left his mind ever since they met stood right in front of him.

“Actually, my night just became even better,” he spoke. The grin on his face broke out into the dorkiest smile.

Y/N’s matched his. “I have some good news to share.”

He arched his brow in response.

She sat down on the stool next to him. “I got an internship,” she began to say. “And if they like me enough, a permanent job. Here in New York to be exact.”

Bucky’s heart swelled, as if it was going to burst out of his chest. He reached over and kissed her. Oh, how much he missed those addicting lips. He pulled away. “That is wonderful. I’m so happy for you. Congratulations, Doll.”

“The good thing is that the people I’m working with I’ve personally worked with in the past,” she said. “So it’s almost a guarantee.”

“Well, we need to celebrate. How about I take you on a proper date?”

Y/N’s heart soared. “I can’t say no to that.”

This was the beginning of a new start for both of them, together.

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[chrollo lucilfer x fem! reader]

summary: your date night with Chrollo goes well until someone slips something in your drink. Mr. Lucilfer will make sure to take care of you exactly how you request.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, aphrodisiac, oral sex, anal sex, squirting, rough sex, double penetration word count: 3,197

author’s note: if you’re not comfortable reading about someone being drugged, please skip over this fic. mentions of a spiked drink, as well as the reader being inebriated from drinking and an aphrodisiac will be in this story.

It’s a beautiful night, the stars filled the sky and the moon casted over your city. There’s a light air surrounding you and Chrollo as you make your way to a small bar to unwind. You’re dressed in a little black strapless dress, heels clicking on the floor with every step you take. Chrollo’s looking handsome as he usually does, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit instead of his accustomed coat and attire. You both couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to cancel this date and stay in after seeing how sexy one another looked, but a few drinks wouldn’t hurt, right? The build up is always as enjoyable as the pleasure you’d give eachother later, and you both liked to savor the moments anyway.

You’ve been begging for Chrollo to have a bar date with you recently. The atmosphere of drinking good alcohol, hearing other laughing people and feeling carefree in an establishment was all you’ve wanted to experience with him after he’s been busy for a few weeks. He preferred the 5 star restaurants, quiet up-scale dining, while listening to soft orchestra music and looking into your eyes. You didn’t mind, but wanted to pick something different just for the experience. Chrollo always made sure you enjoyed yourself whether you were at an overpriced restaurant, taking a walk in the park or eating takeout on your couch. As long as he was there, it didn’t matter where you two were.

Making your way into the bar you both agreed on for tonight, you found your way to a small two person table in the back. Both of you preferred to be separated from a crowd, not directly in it. Ordering two drinks, you both stir up mindless conversation about whatever comes to your head. This goes on for a while, the two of you not even keeping track of how many drinks you’d ordered already. Chrollo has a good alcohol tolerance, but you’d been matching his every drink and not being diligent with your water intake, so you were more feeling it more than he was.

Two hours, many different conversations, seductive touches between the two of you and an abundance of drinks later; Chrollo excused himself to the restroom. Your soft hands skimming up and down his thigh, eyes ogling him and lips curling into the smile he couldn’t get enough of took a toll on him. He needed a break to gather his composure, fighting the urge to take you right there in the bar bathroom.

Making his way back to your shared table, he notices that you’re not there anymore. He scans the entirety of the place and finds you sitting at the bar area, an empty seat to your left with your clutch on it, saving him a space. There was a drink waiting for Chrollo, and you had a drink in front of you as well. Laughing with the bartender, you don’t even see the man to your right slip something into your glass. Chrollo is making his way to you, pissed off that you’re not aware of your surroundings and that this bastard really had the gall to drug you. The bartender and your conversation was hilarious, and she raised a cheers to which you raised your glass and gulped it down fully. Had he been seconds quicker, he would’ve been able to stop you. Chrollo was cursing himself for being so unrestrained that he had to step away to the restroom in the first place.

Stepping behind you, Chrollo messes with your hair with one hand to distract you from him grabbing the arm of the man next to you who spiked your drink. Twisting and snapping the mans arm discreetly, the man jolts up in pain and Chrollo gives him a death glare that expresses to him clearly what Chrollo just witnessed. With a broken arm and whatever fucked up plan he had thrown out the window, the man stumbled out of the establishment without catching the attention of the other customers.

You finally turned your attention to Chrollo, giving him a gentle smile and handing his drink to him. Thanking the bartender and getting up, you grabbed your clutch and made way back to the table you and Chrollo shared, him following suit.

Back at your table, Chrollo’s face is stoic and your drunk mind wonders if he’s disappointed that you ordered more drinks without letting him pay. “We should be heading out soon.” He said, eyes piercing and cold. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you weren’t aware of what happened, but he knew it wasn’t your fault. His anger at himself is really what made him brush it off as anger with you. “Something the matter? I got us another drink because I felt like I had been sitting down for too long.” Your voice was timid, it made him feel crushed that you could sense he was upset. “So, can we just stay a bit longer?” You pushed, and he reluctantly agreed with a nod of his head. He had some time before you would begin to feel the affects of whatever that asshole slipped you, so he decided to let you have a bit more fun before insisting that it’s time to leave. He ordered you a water, ordering himself another drink after finishing the one you ordered for him at the bar because he knew that he would need it.

Eyes looking heavier than normal, the feeling of you touching him with excessive need and the vulnerability in your voice when you asked him if you can suck his cock mid conversation, he knew you were in the first phases of feeling the affects. Chrollo started leading you out of the bar, walking the many blocks back to your apartment. You felt hot and just wanted Chrollo to make out with you right there. You didn’t question the way your body was telling you something was wrong, lying to your drunken mind that this is the affect Chrollo has on you. Stopping you mid thought, Chrollo began “That guy next to you at the bar slipped something in your drink while you spoke with the bartender. It’s my fault for leaving you alone, but I need you to be more aware of what’s going on around you. Tell me, how are you feeling right now?” You weren’t even registering his words at this point. You felt drunk is all, what the hell is he talking about? The cool breeze hitting your body sent shivers through your body and straight to your core. The click of your heels walking turned into dragging for some steps, your hold on Chrollo’s arm was so tight you would fall if you didn’t have him to brace yourself on. He took mental note of this and waved a cab down.

Sliding yourself into the cab, Chrollo got in after you and sat behind where the driver was seated. You were trying to get his lips on yours, and after a bit of a struggle he caved in and you both started making out. Your moans echo in the cab, and Chrollo feels horrible for the driver. Your hands are feverishly trying to undo his zipper and belt buckle, you whine “Please Chrollo, I know you want this as much as I do.” He does want this, his cock is rock hard and he can’t deny how adorable and flustered you look. But you’re drunk and some idiot drugged you. It just feels wrong to give in to your advances. Pulling up to your apartment, Chrollo hands the cab driver way too much money for the ride because of the trouble and brings you upstairs.

You’re already pulling your heels off before you reach your apartment, hugging Chrollo from behind while he unlocks your door because you’re too far gone to do anything at this point. He goes straight for your fridge and gets some ice and water into cups for you both. You sit on your kitchen island, him right in front of you on a bar stool that matched your kitchen island in height. You gulp the water down like nothing, and he watches in amusement. You’re so cute to him, your blushing face meets his eyes and he gives you a wink before drinking his water.

Spreading your legs right in front of him, he notices the wet spot on your panties. You hike your skirt up some more, inviting him without using your words. “Everything okay?” He questions, trying his best to ignore your efforts and act as if he doesn’t know what you need. Laying back on the kitchen island, you wiggle your panties off and toss them to the side. Your pussy is soaked in your arousal, Chrollo’s eyes shifting between your face and your cunt. You bring your fingers down to your slit, coating them in your juices before swirling over your clit. “You’re really just going to watch?” You teased him. “I think I will. You’re quite the movie all on your own.” His words were riddled with amusement, but he couldn’t deny how badly he wanted to fuck you right at this moment. You pulled your dress down to reveal your breast, fabric bunched around your stomach which was the only part of you covered right now. Leaning back, you ran your fingers through your hair while continuing to play with yourself. Juices slipping down your cunt, wetness seeping down your ass and onto the counter. You moaned out Chrollo’s name like your favorite song, and right before you were going to cum he grabbed your wrist and stopped you. Pulling you by your hips towards the edge of the counter, Chrollo’s lips sunk right into your sopping pussy and began to work you back to your orgasm.

He told himself that he would only make you cum and back off while your drunk and high state wore off. Dragging his tongue from your slit up to your swollen bud, he began sucking on your bundle of nerves and it worked your orgasm back up. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you bucked onto his face and he knew he didn’t have much time to enjoy how sexy you looked and sounded wrapped around his face. He continued swirling your clit with his expert tongue, and brought two fingers into your cunt to pump in and out of you. He snaked his hand down his pants, pumping his throbbing cock in his other hand. He was so caught in a lustful state that he didn’t even notice that you were tugging his head away because you’d already came all over him, and he continued his assault on your sweet clit. He slowed his licks and sucks down, still pumping himself with one hand and holding you down with the other while he chased his own high. You were intoxicating to him. He needed this as much as you needed him.

You sat up, his mouth still on your pussy as he looked up at you confused and you caught sight of his hand in his pants. The sight sent you to heaven and back, him red in the face with a tinge of embarrassment and his hard cock peeking out of his suit pants. Fuck, one look with your pleading eyes and his resolve was gone. He helped you off the counter and you leaned against it, backside towards him. Rubbing your ass against his cock, it took him no time to find his way into your sopping cunt.

You braced your hands on the edges of the counter while Chrollo thrusted into you, feeding every one of your clouded desires. The way his cock felt in your cunt, the tip of it hitting your cervix and the feeling of him pulling all the way out before slamming back into you was euphoric. Your legs felt like spaghetti trying to hold yourself up against his strong body doing a number on you. He leaned into your shoulder, biting you and causing you to whimper out. All of your senses were amplified. The squelching noise of your cunt rung in your ears, the sting from the bite on your shoulder ached, the scent of both mixed arousals in flooded your nose, you closed your eyes to try and ground yourself. Chrollo noticed your legs trying to buckle and the way your arms fought a useless battle against holding you up.

Picking you up and sitting you onto the bar stool, he thanked himself for picking the backless ones when he picked furniture with you. Your ass and glistening cunt hanging off the back of the stool, he was in the perfect position to continue fucking into you, giving you both the release you wanted. Before he can position himself back at your entrance, you desperately called out “Don’t stop. Please, I feel so good.” You’re so adorable to him, convincing yourself that he was going to stop impaling you on his girthy length. No love, he’s taking care of you.

Shit. He knew you felt amazing, it was evident to the both of you. Who was he to take that away from you? Especially when you begged so nicely. He slowly entered your cunt again, the new angle even more pleasant for the both of you. His thrusts were deeper and slower now, but still with force. He wanted to engrave all of your noises in his mind, the feeling of your tight walls milking him deliciously. Placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, you turned your head to meet his lips sloppily. Your essence still on him, he tasted of you and you were enamored. Your hands were holding onto the edge of the counter, his strong ones now over yours and he doesn’t let up on destroying your pretty little pussy. Somehow all of this still isn’t enough for you, you try meeting his thrusts and he takes the hint that you want more than what he’s giving.

Bringing a hand on your shoulder, he pulled out of your cunt and swiped slick onto his fingers. Inching his cock back in, he brought his soaking fingers to play with your ass. Your hole was puckering against him, inviting him in. He started only with a thumb, seeing how you’d react to the new feeling. You rutted against him harder, whimpering and moaning words that he couldn’t quite make out. “Tell me what you need and I’ll help you better. Use your words.” His voice was honey to your ears and you would’ve drowned in it if he gave you the option to. You grew frustrated with his teasing. Chrollo knew exactly what you wanted, but he needed to hear it before he continued. He already felt bad that you were so inebriated, and needed to know that this is really what you desired before continuing. “For fucks sake Lucilfer, I want you to fuck me in my ass. Do I have to say it?” The irritation in your voice didn’t go unheard, and he chuckled at your frustration. You only called him Lucilfer when you were pissed off with him, but now you sounded like an angel even with anger laced in your tone.

Chrollo continued prepping you to take his cock in your tighter hole. A thumb first to stretch you out, then swapping for a finger, then two, until you were taking both deft fingers easily. He fucked into you like this for a while, while his cock was dipping in and out of your wrecked cunt. If this were a normal day you would’ve been so overstimulated, but right now this felt perfect. He pulled out of your pussy, and gathered your essence onto his erection before inching himself into your ass.

You were so tight, your hole had a vice grip on his cock. Chrollo could’ve busted right then and there, but held on so he could leave you completely fucked out and happy. He leaned directly onto your back, his hands on your sides gripping the bunched dress around your torso. Your breast leaning against the cold counter, your nipples loved the sensation of brushing against it. Chrollo’s heavy breathing in against your back sent shivers down your body. He picked up the pace and began thrusting into your ass with force that would leave you sore for the next week. The coil in your stomach was tightening, there was too much pleasure. Your perky tits hitting the counter, his cock in your tight ass and your clit rubbing against the stool was becoming too much. “Baby I think I’m gonna cum” You cried out and Chrollo smiled against your back, peppering kisses all over. “Cum for me then beautiful. I’ll stop fucking you right now if you don’t.” His threat was empty, if you didn’t cum on your own he would’ve brought his fingers to make you cum himself, but you didn’t need to know that. You listened to him so well, feeling your pussy start to tighten against nothing, you stood off the stool quickly and kicked it off to the side. Chrollo chuckled at your eagerness as he was buried into your ass standing behind you now, you toying with your clit with one hand and him twirling your nipple with one hand, his other on your shoulder pushing you down. Face pressed against the counter, your orgasm was stronger than you expected. You let out a loud mix of a whimper and a yelp, the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had washed over you. Trying to catch your breath while your ass is still being plowed into from behind, you knew Chrollo was close to his release too. His thrusts weren’t as precise, his breath hitched and groans escaped his lips more freely. “You just squirted my love. You messy, naughty girl.” You could’ve came again at the sound of his voice in your ear.

Chrollo continued thrusting into your ass, while you rutted against him softly. Fatigue washed over you, and feeling him cum ropes into your abused hole made you bite your lip at the feeling of him twitching inside of you. You pressed yourself further against him gently, milking him for everything he could give you. He pulled out, a wet pop sound as he did so.

You turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Chrollo kissed you passionately before picking you up bridal style and bringing you over to the shower. He ran the warm water for you, allowing you to clean yourself up after the fun you two had tonight. You were no doubt tired, as was he. He made sure to clean the mess you two made in the kitchen before jumping into the shower with you as well. The night was uneventful after that, the two of you falling asleep naked in your bed, you sleeping off the rest of that foreign drug in your system. Chrollo regretted not being able to kill that bastard earlier for what he slipped into your drink, but he was happy to be here to take care of you.

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