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ursawastricked · 1 year

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Distracting: Part 4

You have infected most of Viktors thought by now. And unfortunately he can not find solace in his own home, not when his growing “collection” he realizes, contains a remnant of you that he had forgotten about..and the distraction follows him further then just his brain.

Wordcount: 3,081 (I had too much fun)

THIS CHAPTER IS 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Pining, cute memories, Smut, Solo Viktor, Male masterbation, Viktor being soft and oh so distracted

It wasn't uncommon for Viktor to be locked in his room after returning home, however he was much more annoyed at the current moment then he would usually be.

Now, on any other occasion, one where he found himself stuck between his desk and his bed, he would just continue to his desk. But no, instead he had been standing in the center of his empty room, starting an increasingly aggravating item in his possession.

He held the light weight glass in his grasp, leaned over it while sitting cross legged on his floor..somewhat, his bad leg was stretched out in front of him, it had been aching since he jumped to grab you earlier, another event he was planning on ignoring. He tilted his head as he turned over the glass in his hand, he had not yet noticed the light gold trim at the edge of it, nor the chiseled texture of the handle..it was clearly expensive which only worsened the guilt of having it. He wondered momentarily if he would be in trouble if they came looking for it, however people probably stole from those parties all the time. He knew they did, because at your first ever banquet, he had caught you slipping one of the china plates in your bag.

Viktor chuckled lightly, you were so quick to try and drag him into your scheme after he had caught you. At that point he had only known you about a month, and you had just started being actively social in the lab, mostly with Jayce, however you had said your fair share of ‘good mornings’, ‘goodnights’. It was charming, in a childish kind of way, and despite not assisting you, he hadn’t said anything and you still had the plate in your cabinet. He had seen it when you had invited him and Jayce over for some dinner. He ate off it, but didn’t comment on it, you winked at him and he smiled..

He leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling and analyzing that night as a whole, he recalled dinner, eating, drinking a bit..yes he definitely remembered drinking, because he had woken up in his own bed the next day with the same pain he imagined was felt after falling from a building, all settled in his skull. Lucky for him, he had beat Jayce to the chance of blacking out, so Jayce had gotten the honor of carrying him home. He had spent most of that day dragging himself between his bed and the bathroom, taking many showers, lots of vomit, and lots of sleeping. He had somehow ended up still with one of your scarves in his bed after he had passed out. He had learned from Jayce after asking about it, that he in his inebriated state, had put it on and tied it around his head to do what he thought was a very funny impression of you, but was actually a lot of gibberish and him not being able to stop laughing.

Did he..ever give that back to you? He wasn't sure..but as he stared at the lipstain on the champagne glass again, despite how faded it was after he had secretly drank from it during the nights, he had wondered if you missed it. After all, the cold season would be coming soon, and he couldn't stand the idea of you shivering because he had drunkenly stolen another thing from you..maybe you had a point, maybe he was a little bit of a kleptomaniac.

He groaned as he stood from the floor, grabbing his cane and pulling himself to stand. With a bit of effort he was able to leave his room and head to the hall closet, where he and Jayce kept their winter coats and such when it wasn't cold. With his free hand, he tugged the sliding door to the side and began to filter through the thick collection of fabric that was hanging in the far too small closet. It was truly ridiculous how many things Jayce chose to keep in this thing..but soon enough he had found it. A long, thickly knitted crimson scarf, squishy too the touch and clearly well loved as it was a little beaten up at the ends, or at least he hoped, if moths had eaten away at it while it was in his care, he would be quick to pay for a new one and spend the rest of the cold season trying to make up for ruining your property. He pulled it from its hanging state, feeling the weight of it settle against his palm as he inspected it for any details that would cause him worry, he couldn't remember if he had vomited on it, but either way, it would be polite to wash it before returning it. He sighed, throwing it over his shoulder so he could close the closet..when it hit him.

It wasn't gentle, it was an intense waft of smell that hit his senses. It was honey, lavender..the slight alteration of an oaky, maybe smokey smell that he then recognized as your perfume. He paused, closing the door to shamefully lift the fabric to his nose, not sure if he had any control over the carnal motion of holding it to his skin and inhaling deeply. He had missed the hint of caramel, the kind you always put in your coffee, and probably had spilt on this very scarf. His eyes were closed, senses blurring as the sensation of buzzing settled in his chest and let loose a sigh from him, one he would have hidden if he had noticed Jayce down the hall, apron tied on and holding a spatula covered in fudge from the brownies he had insisted on making that night.

“Vik, what's that you got there? Is it cold in here?” He asked, over the giggling noise of Mel who had arrived without warning to Viktor. She too came into the corner of Viktor Gaze as he yanked away your scarf from his nose and closed the closet the rest of the way.

“No..just remembered something..and wanted to check,” he replied, lazily glancing between Jayce and Mel as he crept toward his room, tossing the deliciously scented scarf too his bed before closing his bedroom door and standing facing it for a moment..He wasn't quite sure what had happened, but the buzzing in his belly had subsided only partly, and he could feel his body craving another huff of what he had just discovered. However he instead moved toward the kitchen, it was better to not feed into something that felt addicting.

He limped into the shared kitchen, seeing Jayce still stirring a bowl of fudgy brown putty, and his..guest as Viktor would put it..lounging on the stool, looking over Jayces work. She turned to smile at Viktor, and he gave his best attempt, despite how aggravating it was to be surprised with company when you didn't want to be.

“Viktor dearest, I couldn't help but notice that scarf you were holding down there,” she hummed, twirling glass of wine in her hand, a much less pretty glass then his he would note, “It looks a bit like the one your other lab assistant work..what was their name?” He was quick to spit your name back at her, almost instantly, like he was waiting for someone to ask. Mel glanced at him, a little spooked, “Yes..yes them. I saw them wearing the Yule ball, is that it?” she asked, sipping his wine with the elegance of a queen.

Viktor had almost forgotten about the Yule ball. Though now that he thought about it, you had worn it then, that was until you took it off and had revealed a golden collar around your neck..purely decorative, however he now wondered if you often wore things like that–

‘Stop that,’ he silently chastised himself, clearing his thirst to give a real answer, “Yes..they had lent it to me a while back..I wanted to pack it in my bag so I can return it” he murrmered, leaning over the sink and filling his usual cup with water.

Jayce giggled lightly, clearly amused by his next words before even saying them, “You gonna write a note for when you return it?” he asked, Viktor furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Maybe some hearts, an invitation to steal yours next?” he teased, sending heat fast to Viktors face. His hand gripped the cup, avoiding anyones gaze as he stepped to the side,

“Of course not! Why would I ever offer that?” he huffed,

“One of your shirts would fit them pretty nice, don’t you think?” Jayce purred, only barely avoiding the water that spilled from Viktors mouth when he had missed his sip at the thought of you wearing his shirt, all sleepy and comfy, hiding yourself in his clothes,

“You..are an evil man Jayce Talis, a vile and disgusting creature–” Viktor choked, wiping his chin from the spittle that had fallen down it, turning his face away from Mel as she stared at the pair.

Viktor wasn't lucky enough it seems, as he had caught a smirk of understanding spread on mels painted lips. “Has our Viktor found himself a little playmate?” she hummed,

Jayce nodded, mouthing an exaggerated ‘Oh yeah’ which resulted in the hard thump of Viktors cane against his shin. Jayce yelped, hopping on one leg and holding his injured one and settling his forehead against the counter,

“I do not have a ‘playmate” Viktor grunted, tucking his cane back under his arm,

“Are you going to wash it at least? The scarf?” Jayce panted, settling his leg back down and leaning into Mel as she rubbed his shoulder for comfort, like he was a wounded puppy.

“Of course,” Viktor insisted, turning and making his way back down the hallway too retrieve it,

Jayce leaned down the hall as he went, “Hey uh, Mel is gonna sleep over, ok?”

“I assumed,” He yelled back, slipping into his room and closing the door.

As much as he planned to get right to your scarf, he had gotten distracted with what he thought would be a quick adjustment to his notes. He looked up to notice he had somehow ended up filling what was left of his notebook..he sighed, rubbing his temple and lifting himself toward his bed. He needed to sleep, so he tripped what was tight around his form, and rolled into his mattress. He laid on his side, and let out a deep sigh as he settled into the soft sheets..he was much more annoyed to hear the muffled noise of Mel and Jayce on the other side of the wall. He inhaled deeply, covering his head with his hands and trying to block out any further signs of their intense “conversation”.

His breath hitched as the feeling of his back hitting the bedroom door, your form standing close, blocking him from moving away. His gaze was lingering on your face, a bit disheveled from the rush into the apartment. He sighed, cupping your face as you tuck your body closer to him, the velvet of your vest brushing against his chest.

“Janna..your so lovely,” he huffed,

“You're so beautiful Viktor..” You whisper in reply, only to be cut off by the weight of Viktors lips colliding with yours. You both pant into each other, Viktor wrapping his arms tightly around your hip and using the other to cup your jaw, and keep your lips locked in a passionate embrace. Your combined weight sends you both tumbling to the bed. You land almost perfectly, Viktor slotted between your legs and pressing his weight into your pelvis. You let out a pathetic whimper as Viktor grabbed hold of your thigh and tucked it over his hip. He pulled his lips away briefly to mutter your name,

“Your perfection..ever since that party..with that lovely gown..I can't stop thinking about you, about everything you do..” He panted between kisses to your impossibly soft lips, and when he couldn't handle muffling your sounds any longer, he pressed his lips into your throat, greedily licking at your sweat dappled skin as if he would die of thirst. You moan out his name as he rolls himself into you, groaning at the sensation of your plush behind against his bulge.

Your nosies only continued to spill from your throat, each shriller than the next, until he swore you began to sound like the creaking of his bed frame..

The creak of said bedframe is what met him when he fluttered his eyes open and found that rather than your, in his words, ‘Plush behind’, he had dug his hips into one of his pillows..He grunted, pulling himself to sit up and rubbing his face drearily. His brain was foggy, another groan from his bed sending a shutter down his spine and into his hips.

He didn't want to look, but like a drone, his chin dropped to his chest and he was met with the unmistakable outline of his throbbing cock, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. He sighed, falling back to the mattress and combing through his hair with his hand, until he felt a soft texture crush his fingertips. He turned his gaze lazily, his gaze caught on a familiar crimson color. ‘Your damn scarf..’

He reached for it, flushing a bit in the cheeks as he brought it to his face..another instinctual move he had no control over. He deeply inhaled, feeling the smell trickle down his lungs into his stomach. He shuttered lightly, opening his eyes lazily and staring off at the cieling as the sickening feeling of shame flooded into his barely conscious mind. He knew it wouldn't go away, you wouldn't leave his mind, and because of it, his little..not so little, problem would also remain stubbornly active.

He closed his eyes again, maybe if he didnt see the scarf he would feel less guilty about the effect it was having. His hand pressed the fabric closer to his face, the other free hand slowly sneaking over his hip bone and causing him to involuntarily jut upward. He exhaled that first deep breath as the weight of his hand settled against his bulge and sent a muted humm of pleasure into his thighs. He took another moment to move again, a moment to at least settle on what to think about. Of course the only thing in his mind at the moment was you, that excited look on your face from the dream, the way your hair felt between his fingers as he kissed you..his hand slipped beneath his waistband, hurrying top push them down enough that he would ease the ache of his cock that was needily pressing into the now tight fabric. His grasp was light as he held himself, feeling the weight against his palm and considering himself for a moment..

Your voice invaded his imagination, a scripted coo into his ear, a fantasy of your sing songy tone, ‘excited Viktor?~’

His grip tightened around his shaft, he made one slow pass over it, making him inhale sharply through his teeth. He pressed your scarf to his mouth, taking in another intoxicating breath of you, his hand starting its slow, lazy pace as he squeezed his cock lightly with each stroke.

The scarf proved extremely effective in muffling his moan, one he didn't plan on, brought out as he pictured your hand rather than his, rubbing a bit faster. He felt a slight burn, lifting his hand away from his shaft for only so he could drag his tongue over his palm, giving himself a fair bit of saliva to better lube himself up with, before bringing it back to his cock and returning to a less lazy pace. The heat of his saliva brings an image of your perfect lips pressing into him, against his throat, against his hips, his cock.

His hip twitched into his tightening grip, sending an increasingly shocking amount of sensation through his stomach. He was shivering, the smell, your smell was all he could breathe in. It was as addictive as he anticipated it to be, sweet, strong, the intensity of pleasure it brought him was humiliating, especially knowing how much more noticeable it would be when he had to see you tomorrow. He wasn't sure how he would handle seeing you tomorrow.

You had smiled 15 times yesterday, the number tripled after he had touched you..oh and that touch was exquisite. HIs hand quickened, his breath was heavier, and he could feel the rumble of his groans as they sank into the soft fabric against his lips. Janna, he wanted to touch you again. With one touch, he had earned the luxury of knowing that, for a fact, your waist was as soft as he hoped..and the feeling..the squish of your flesh..it was enough to send a whimper from his throat. A shivering sensation spread down into his hips, his thumb pressing teasingly against the swollen head of his cock. He was shaking now, the weight of your body against his palm, he squeezed tighter around his shaft, his pace quickly becoming irregular. He groaned into the scarf, whining helplessly into the soft yarn, sighing shakily. His hips thrusted into his fist, greedily pushing himself toward the edge. He gritted his teeth, arching his back against the mattress as one last memory of you flooded into his psyche..the slight smile on your face after he let go of you, the little lean you made to chase him after it, the smallest sign of your returned affection.

He whimpered your name, the scarf not able to hide it as he held it tight to his chest, and white hot pleasure coursed through his body, down into his stomach and shooting through his hips as warm cum freckled his bare stomach.

His body collapsed into the mattress, his breath heavy and desperate, his release cooling soothingly against his belly as he fluttered his eyes open and started up into the night.

How was he going to look at you tommorow..

He couldn't figure it out in the morning..for now he reached over to his bedside table, gripping cold glass and sipping from the last remnants of your stained glass.

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kaleldobrev · 7 months

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My Hero (3)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: After having a successful girls day, Shell almost slips about reading the books to Sam. Meanwhile, Y/N and Dean have a conversation about something that Shell said.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Fluff, Angst, Cliffhanger

Authors Note: Here's part 3 of my mini-series! I think that there's going to be one more part to this | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

My Hero Masterlist

As you were driving you turned to Shell who was still mindlessly looking out the window, tapping her finger along to the current song that was playing on the cassette: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin. Not listening to this cassette for a while, you had forgotten how many love songs Dean had actually put on here. “Hey, can you do me a favor?” You asked.

Shell turned to you. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you call Sam or Dean and ask them what they’re planning for dinner?” You asked. “I was thinking about just the two of us going out but I want to make sure my boys actually have a plan or they’re waiting on us.” You explained. “They have a habit of doing that a lot.”

Shell nodded. “Sure. I’ll call Sam. He’s my favorite.” She winked, getting out her phone and going through her contact list to find his name. Although there was a slightly joking tone to her comment about Sam being her favorite, in a really weird way...she actually wasn't. When it came to the Supernatural books, Sam was quote-on-quote her favorite character in the series (besides you of course, and obviously nothing against Dean). One of the reasons for him being her favorite was because she had felt that she had related to him the most, related to what he had went through – not wanting to go into the family business. Fortunately for her, her parents and you were extremely supportive of her decision of not wanting to be a hunter, when Shell had told you three, it was almost like there was a weird sigh of relief; unlike when Sam had told his father and Dean – which was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. "Hey Sam, it's Shell. I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Sam said.

"Y/N wants to know what you and Dean-O are doing for dinner." Shell said, the nickname rolling off her tongue like it was nothing.

Sam shrugged, despite knowing that neither you or Shell could see him. "I know I'll be fine. But Dean's the only one I'm unsure about." He said. “Mind if I call you back?"

"Why am I not surprised." Shell mumbled. "Sure thing." She said, before the two of them hung up. Shell turned to you once she placed her phone back in her lap. "Sam said he's gonna call me back."

You looked at your sister with slight surprise. "Why?"

"Sam said he needs to see what Dean wants to do." She explained. You let out a deep sigh. "What?"

"I don't know why Sam couldn't just put you on hold and walk down the hallway to mine and his bedroom to ask him what he wants to do for dinner. If I know Dean, and I like to think I do, very, very well, he's either watching a movie in our room or listening to music." As much as you loved these boys, you were amazed by the lack of common sense they had at times.

"So, before Sam calls back, what did you want to do for dinner? Cause I'm pretty sure Dean is going to want pizza." You said, the mixtape finally changing to something that wasn't a love song: Kashmir also by Led Zeppelin.

"I mean, I'm honestly fine with pizza if that's what Dean wants." You sister said, slightly shrugging. "I'm here for the whole summer, you and I have plenty of time to get dinner just the two of us. Especially if Sam and Dean decide to go on a hunt at some point during the summer."

"Yeah you're right." Your voice sounding just a tad sad, sadder than you had intended it to sound. "It's just...I don't know, I guess I'm just surprised that you'd be down for pizza with the gang versus just hanging out the two of us." Which was essentially the whole point of her coming here for the summer.

"I can text Sam and say that him and Dean are on their own. I don't think he minds." Shell unlocked her phone ready to text Sam.

"No, no. It's okay, honestly. Like you said, we have all summer. And even though you're an adult, I'm not just going to leave you by yourself and go hunting with Sam and Dean." You said.

"I wouldn't be alone. I'd be with Jack and Cas." Shell noted. Before you had the chance to comment, her phone had started to ring. "Oh, it's Sam." Her smile ever so gleeful. "Hey Sam. What's the verdict?"

"Dean wants pizza." Sam said, clearly on speakerphone now.

Shell turned to you. "You were right." She mouthed. "Y/N and I are fine with that."

"Mind if I order the usual?" Dean chimed in, Shell's face full of confusion. "It's everything on it."

"So, you like gross pizza?" Shell said, not even fazed by her comment. She couldn't see Dean's face on the other end, but you knew that he must of look offended. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not caring if Dean could hear you on the other end or not.

"How dare you." Dean said, his voice clearly sounding like he was offended. "You are so lucky I'm in love with your sister." He mumbled.

"Just get plain cheese babe." You said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear as for some reason your sister was refusing to have her phone on speaker phone.

You swear you could hear his eyeroll. "Fine. I'll get stupid just plain cheese."

"My poor baby." Your voice sarcastic.

"Order it whenever. We'll be home in less than 20 minutes." Shell interjected.

"Sounds good. See you guys soon." Sam said hanging up the phone.

"We're back guys!" Shell yelled almost singsong like once you closed the Bunker doors behind the both of you. "See you boys didn't burn the place down." She smirked.

"Ha ha." Dean rolled his eyes, putting his jacket on. "I'll be back. Gonna go get the plain cheese pizza." He made sure to enunciate the last three words. This attitude had made you and Shell roll your eyes. Placing his gun in his back pocket, Shell's eyes went wide.

"Why do you need to bring a gun with you to go and pick up a pizza?" She asked, sitting down at the War Room table.

"You can never be too careful." He smirked. "'Sides, bet you didn't even know your sister here had her gun on her the whole day." Dean turned to you, and you stood there chuckling nervously. Shell turned to face you like Dean was doing currently. "Tell me I'm wrong Sweetheart."

You reached into your purse and slowly pulled out your gun. "Like Dean said," You began, pulling your gun all the way out. "You can never be too careful." You winked at the two of them before putting your gun back into your purse. "Want some company picking up the pizza?" You asked turning to your boyfriend.

He smiled. "Always." He walked over to you, and gave you a quick peck on the lips; a simple gesture that had made you smile from ear to ear.

"Okay, we'll be back. Try not to kill each other while we're gone." You winked again, before you followed Dean out of the Bunker.

"So, what's it like living with those two 24/7? I mean, I got a little glimpse of it a few years back when you went to Hell and from –" Shell almost slipped, mentioning the books.

"From what?" Sam asked, curious.

"From...this week..." Shell hoped that she had managed to save herself from her slip up.

Sam looked at her, a little unsure of her response, but he decided to ignore it. "It's interesting to say the least." He started to explain. "I've been...I've been on the road with them for over a decade, something that I thought would never happen."

"I know what you mean." Shell said, understanding where he was coming from. As much as Shell knew that Sam had loved you and had loved Dean, he never thought that this was how his life was going to turn out. He had hoped that he would be living that white picket fence and apple pie life with Jessica.

"When I found out that Y/N started hunting with you...I was happy for you. Happy that...it wouldn't just be you and dad all the time." Was a line Sam had told Dean in Wendigo (if Shell had remembered correctly). Shell knew what he had meant by that line; there was a lot of different meanings behind it. In the words of Chuck: "Sam hoped that once they found their father, once they found Yellow-Eyes, that he would be able to go back to school, back to the life that he wanted despite the death of his true love. Sam was happy that Dean had found Y/N, because in a way, it was a comfort knowing that Dean wouldn't be or feel so alone."

"I'm glad that Y/N and Dean found each other I really do. But, hunting with three people is a lot different than hunting with two or by yourself." Shell knew exactly what he was talking about, at the same time, it was something that she never really considered.

"I always thought that it was better to have bigger numbers. You know, so everyone has each other's six." Shell said.

"Well...Yeah. But, when you're by yourself you have no one but you're the only one you have to worry about. When you have two, not only do you have to worry about yourself but you have to worry about your partner. With three people, you not only have to worry about yourself, but your other two partners as well." Sam explained.

"So me becoming one of your hunting partners is out of the cards uh?" Shell laughed to herself.

"I'm sure you'd be a great one Shell." Sam tried to reassure her.

"You don't have to humor me Sam." Shell smirked.

"You miss her." His comment seemingly coming out of nowhere, but Shell nodded in agreement. "She talks about you all the time, and she's insanely proud of you."

"She...She talks about me?" Shell asked, almost surprised to hear that. Sam nodded.

"Of course. You have no idea how proud she was when you told her you got accepted into medical school." Sam smiled, remembering the memory. "She told Dean and I how proud she was that you decided not to be in this life. That...you wanted to help people in a less dangerous way." He chuckled a little.

Hearing this had made Shell's heart melt. She knew how proud of her you were, but she never realized that you had actually bragged about it to Sam and Dean. Shell remembered when she had told you and your parents about how she had got accepted into medical school. Although she wasn't a fan of the books yet when she had told you guys, when she had become one, it was something that she was looking forward to reading about; but it was something that never had come up in the books. She wondered why Chuck decided to never include something like that. Then again, he did seem to be against wholesome moments.

Dinner went by without incident, without any kind of slip ups; something that Shell was happy about. During the day she knew that she had almost slipped up several times, but had managed to catch herself. She honestly had no idea how you, Sam, or Dean would react if she did mention something by accident. Well...she had a slight idea. You and the boys absolutely despised these books, and she could understand why. The pages were intimate in nature, private. Revealing things that shouldn't be revealed to the average person. Secrets that were meant to be kept solely between you and Dean, Sam and Dean, you and Sam, etc. Although the books weren't popular, these were secrets that had become fixture in the fandom.

There was a part of her that had wanted to venture further into the fandom, as there were countless numbers of fanfiction about the three of you or people adding themselves into the story. But that was a line Shell would never cross; the thought being too odd for her because you, Sam, and Dean weren't just characters in a book - you were real life people with feelings, emotions, personalities.

"So you and Shell had a good day?" Asked Dean, taking the towel that had been around his waist and currently using it to dry off his hair.

"Yeah, it was a really fun day." You said, fixing the blankets on the bed as to try and get comfortable as you talked to him; admiring his body a bit as he stood in front of you. "But...I don't know there was...something weird though." You said. "I'm probably overthinking."

Placing the towel on the back of the closet door, Dean walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and put them on. "You're probably not overthinking." He assured you. "What was weird about it?" He asked, grabbing a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and putting it on before making his way to the bed.

"She said..." You huffed. "Have you ever told her that you and I considered bacon cheeseburgers to be better sex?"

Dean looked at you, and thought about it for a moment, trying to think about when he could have said that to Shell. "No...I don't think so." He said, shaking his head. "Why?"

"Well, when we were at the diner today, she mentioned that. And I don't know...It just seemed...Odd." You tried to explain.

"What made it odd?" He asked.

"It's odd because I know I've never said that to her, and you never said that to her. And I know for a fact that Sam, Cas, or Jack wouldn't say that." Especially Cas or Jack, you thought.

"Huh." Was all Dean said, raising a brow. "That's weird alright." He said, getting under the covers now. "She say anything else weird?"

"No. But, when we went to the bookstore today they had the fucking Supernatural books." Dean rolled his eyes. "And she didn't seem put off by them."

"Of course she wouldn't. She's not the main character." He said, putting air quotes around 'the main character.'

"I know but...She didn't seem...I don't know how to put this...She seemed...Like it didn't faze her to see it. Like, like she's seen them before." You explained.

"You never showed her the books right?" He asked.

"Oh fuck no!" You said almost too loudly.

"Weird." Dean stated.

"Weird is an understatement." You said.

"So should we like...talk to her?" He asked, unsure of what else to say.

"And say what?" You asked.

"Have you read the Supernatural books?" His question seemed so simple, and all you could do was just give him a disgusted look. "What?"

"That's not even what I'm implying." You stated.

"What are you implying then?" Dean asked. "Based on what you said, it sounds like you're assuming she's read the books. But, that bacon cheeseburger thing could have been said by anyone."

"Okay, who? Cause you and I are the only ones, and I mean, only ones that have ever said that. And she referenced specifically the two of us when she said it." You felt your blood pressure raising.

"You should have lead with that Sweetheart." Dean said, using the calmest voice you have ever heard him have. His calmness automatically making you calm.

You sighed. "I'll...I'll wait to see if she says anything else."

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ghoulishfrk · 9 months

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His eyes then drifted to a student not too far from them. He hadn't spoken to them a lot, but he knew they were very quiet. They always preferred to stay by themselves in a corner. He was curious to know if it was because they scared everyone away like Nekozawa-senpai or if they were just shy. Either way, they had grabbed Hikaru's attention and he wanted to know more about them.

Finally, the hell rang, finishing the boring class and letting the students free of having to hear their teacher drone out any longer. Hikaru and Kaoru stood and stretched at the same time, they always were in sync, some weird twin thing probably. Hikaru then turned to where the quiet student was and looked as they packed their bag to leave. They seemed to be taking their time, probably wanting to be last to leave.

Walking up to the student's desk, Hikaru placed his hand on their desk and leaned on it, staring down at the still-sat person. The student immediately became stiff, seemingly frozen as they stared back at him. Hikaru then gave them a mischievous smile, making their face suddenly warm up.

"Now who could you be?" He asked them, a teasing tone to his voice. The student kept still, face still warm as they started at the older Hitachin twin. They couldn't deny they were attractive and that they were charming. They could tell the older one was more mischievous than his younger counterpart. The way he stared at them made them freeze up in place and forget how to respond. They felt like they'd forgotten how to breathe once he'd set his eyes on them.

"Who are you talking to Hikaru?" Kaoru said, looking at his twin. Hikaru usually told him if he was going to make a prank on someone so they'd do it together, the fact he didn't say anything meant Hikaru wasn't planning anything like that.

"Just with cutie over here" The older twin replied. (Y/N)'s face somehow got even warmer at the pet name. They were suddenly scared they'd forget how to breathe and would die on the spot. That'd be so embarrassing!

"Leave them alone Hikaru," Haruhi suddenly cut in, "You're obviously making them uncomfortable." Uncomfortable wasn't really the right word, they were more flustered. "Plus, we have to go the host club soon, Tamaki isn't gonna shut up if we're late." The honorary student said as they put on their bag, leaving the classroom shortly after.

"You're no fun Haruhi" The twins did in sync. "But, they're right anyways," Kaoru said by himself. "I'd rather not get chewed out by Tamaki today." Kaoru then took his bag, going after Haruhi. "C'mon Hikaru, let's go."

"Alright," Hikaru replied, taking his own bag, "I'm coming." He then left the quiet student by themselves. (Y/N) seemed to immediately break from their petrified state when they saw the twin leaving. "Wait!" They exclaimed before he could leave the room. Hikaru turned his head at them, making a sound of acknowledgment while looking at them.

"(Y/N), my name is (Y/N)." They finally replied. Hikaru then smirked at them, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "(Y/N), hope to see you soon cutie." He winked at them, leaving them behind in the classroom to chase after his twin.

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That's why I'm here. You didn't want me with the men. You're worried I'll challenge Flint.

— Well, the thought crossed my mind.

#black sails #john silver #billy bones #HELLO it's the gifset from yesterday at last!#i wasn't planning to gif this but that's because i had forgotten about the WINK #like. are we going to acknowledge that Silver full-on WINKS as he says 'the same kind of perspective is what's called for now'??#this part makes me CRAZY #because Billy did Not originally defend Flint on the basis of 'the bigger picture'#and Silver KNOWS it!#or at least has a pretty good idea of it - hence the Wink #i'm not saying that Silver's saying 'if you think about it all of this is your fault so you'd be a hypocrite to challenge Flint now'#but that's exactly what i'm saying he's saying #and although Billy DOES legitimately see the bigger picture now - i still think he internalizes this mindset to a certain point #well. not this exactly but more like i think he's overly hopeful that Flint's leadership will save them all #because if Flint is the key to the crew's safety - then there's no reason he should feel guilty for having defended him #Gates' death being more of an unfortunate circumstance than something blame need be placed for #so you can see why in s3 once Billy decides well SHIT maybe Flint actually IS a danger to everyone - he immediately has a problem #and seeing to Flint's death becomes his Righteous Duty and Obligation to the crew #it's not just a revenge thing - it's a means of absolution #and it all starts right here #with that goddamn wink...

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Jealousy || Jesper Fahey

Request: "hey i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could write something with jesper? maybe with him being jealous of everyone that flirts with the reader or something like that lol, i just want jealous jesper. you are amazing btw i love your kaz’s stories!! <3"

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader

Warning: just flirt and my english :)

A/N: Thank you sweety! I'm so happy you liked it, and I hope you are gonna like this too! I'm sorry if it's short, but I have to admit I've never written something about Jepser nor I've never thought about him in that way, and it was a funny challenge, hope you'll appreciated what I've written❤

Working for Kaz Brekker meant that your life was in danger six days on seven when the luck was on your side, but that didn't stop you from having fun.

Not only you were part of the dregs, but you also were Nina's best friend, and that meant that no woman and no man had any chance to say no to you, not when you flirted with them.

It wasn't a secret that you loved fun, and just like Nina and Jesper you loved having people's eyes on you. Kaz knew that the three of you could easily flirt your way out from any trouble if needed to.

"Green or red?" you asked Nina with two dress in your hands.

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Definitely green." she answered without looking, she was too focus tailoring her makeup in the mirror.

From the high of his ruthlessly, Kaz Brekker had given to all of you the free night, and you had decided to go out with your friends and have fun.

"Still try to make Jesper admitting his feelings?" asked Nina while you brushed your hair.

"Jesper is Jesper, he flirts with everyone. If he doesn't a move, then there is an entire city that is waiting to do it." you said with more confident than you felt. Jesper Fahey was the boy who had fucked up your mind since the beginning, with his witty remarks and his flirty personality, you had fell for him as a kruge fell in Kaz's pocket.

You didn't want to have to go and console yourself with strangers, but at the same time you couldn't wait Jesper forever.

Nina chuckled helping you with your hair and then walking with you downstairs. "Let see if we can find a worthy partner for you, Y/n."

They reached Matthias and Jesper outside the Slat; you had the suspect that Inej would have stayed sat on Kaz's window all night keeping him company.

Matthias had to shut Jesper's mouth when you girls arrived. He was devouring you with his eyes and the Fjerdan couldn't hold a smirk.

Damn it. Did you plan to seduce all Ketterdam that night? Because he would easily surrender at you.

When you approached he composed himself. "I can't decide if you look amazing in that dress or if you'd look better without it."

He winked and saw a little blush on your cheek, but if you were shy you hid it very well with a sly smirk. "I guess you're gonna have to see yourself."

"It's a primise then." he said before the four of you started walking around the streets of Ketterdam.

Your relationship had always been like that. Jesper couldn't deny that his comments had become more true and spontaneous, he couldn't help it, and it was hilarious for the people around you, because it was oblivious how you both felt toward each other for everyone but you.

"Love, I don't think we can afford a table here." Matthias said to Nina once they stopped in front of one of the most fancy pub in Ketterdam.

"Leave me and Y/n deal with that." she winked taking your arm with hers and bringing you at the counter where the owner, a beautiful Kaelish woman, stood.

Jesper stayed at the door with Matthias looking you and Nina flirting with the woman. He saw how her eyes were on you while you giggled and smiled at her. He couldn't hear what you were saying, but it seemed that it was working because now the woman had her arms rested on the counter, her face close to yours.

"Hard, isn't it?" asked knowingly Matthias beside him. "See the girl you like flirting with someone else and obliviously being reciprocated."

"They are Nina and Y/N, they always do...that" Jepser said waving his hands in the air to point you girls. "You are the one who find it strange."

"Maybe you are right, but it's one of the things I love about her. But still, it's not a shame admitting you are jealous...I am too."

He didn't have time to answer that you and Nina arrived with two huge smiles on. I am not jealous. "Guess who has a table as a gift of the house?"

"We do, don't we?" asked Jesper excited.

"Yes! Come." you said taking his arm and bringing him at the table with Nina and Matthias behind you.

"You have to thanks Y/n, she did all the work. The owner couldn't take off her eyes from her as she talked." said Nina smirking as Jesper shifted on his seat.

"I was lucky she liked my accent." you waved your hand in the hand as it was nothing.

Nina chuckled. "More like she wanted to hear you moaning with your accent in her bedroom."

Jesper and Matthias choked themself with their drinks while you started laughing. "At least my beautiful accent gave us a table and free drinks."

You enjoyed the night, drinking and dancing. Jesper knew that people flirted with you everyday, but he thought that someone was pranking him that night. Every time he turned around someone was talking with you, making you giggle or blush. He was getting crazy.

Couldn't they just...walk away?

He moved closer to you at some point and took you into a conversation everytime he saw someone approaching.

You noticed that something annoyed Jesper, but you couldn't figure out what. You all were having fun, even if with your disbelief he hadn't danced with anyone but you. Was he ill?

"I'll go and take two drinks, stay here dove." he said in your ear walking away and disappearing behind the crowd.

You stayed there for while when a young man of few years older than you approached smiling. "You must be the star of the night because no one is shining like you."

You tried your best to not laugh. "And you must be in the wrong place, the circus in on the other side of the city."

"Ouch, pretty and quick-witten. A letal combination." he said amused.

You shrugged. "What can I say, Ketterdam made me."

You two kept talking about silly things keeping the flirt in the air. He was the one more eager, you were just waiting Jesper but the company of a pretty man wasn't bad at all.

You were laughing at one of his joke when an arm took your waist and squeezed you. "Piss off dude, she is with me."

You watched Jesper with widened eyes as he burned the man with his eyes.

"She didn't seem so to me." said the man annoyed.

"Well sorry to disappoint you. Now go away if you don't want trouble."

"Jesper!" you didn't know what was happening. You had been talking with people all night and he hadn't said a word, so why now was different?

"It's fine, I'll go." you and Jesper remained alone and he looked like nothing happened.

"Drink?" he said offering you one glass.

You shoke your head astonished and walked away toward the door. You needed fresh air and stay as far away as possible from him.

"Y/n!" you heard his voice behind you but you didn't care. What was wrong with him? He had never had such behaviour in none of your nights out. "Y/n wait!" He followed you outside, the drinks forgotten somewhere inside. "Tell me what's wrong."

"What was that?" you asked crossing your arm in front of your chest.

"What was what?" he said confused making you rolling your eyes.

"You were...rude. You had no reason to threat him like you did."

You could see in his eyes that he didn't know what to say. He looked for an good lie but it was hard under your inquisitors eyes. "Y-you were suppose to be with me!"

"So? That never stopped you from finding other partners." you raised an eyebrow obliviously.

He gave a quick look around, as if something could help him, but when his eyes fell on you again he knew he had to tell the true otherwise he could loose you.

"I was annoyed, alright? All those people flirting with you, saints I couldn't even turn around a moment that someone had already approached you." he agitated his hands in the air while you widened your eyes.

"Why should it bother you anyway?" you asked defensive.

He looked at you astonished, as if you were asking why the water was wet. "Because I like you! Hadn't been oblivious enough these past months?!" Now your mouth was a bit hopen, speechlees. He seemed to notice what he had said after few seconds. "Oh...it would be too late saying that it's not true, wouldn't it?"

You nodded quickly. "Yes, definitely too late."

"Well, you weren't suppose to find out like this. I had planned something like a date, maybe with some candles and a good view, but I guess that in front of a pub in the Barrel sounds fine too." he tried to joke shrugging while you were still processing his words.

"You are still in time, the night is not over for that date." you sounded casual but you couldn't hold your smile while you said it.

He looked at you surprised before smiling like a child. "Let's tell Nina and Matthias we are leaving then."

You walked inside the pub, both smiling like idiots, before you felt a hand on you wrist that turned you around and a pair of soft lips on yours. Jesper was kissing you while he kept you close with his right hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, and you didn't think twice about putting your hands behind his neck.

"I have to make sure no one will flirt with you again tonight." he said seductively with a smirk a few inches from your mouth making you blush.

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #nina zenik #matthias helvar #inej ghafa #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #the dregs #the crows #wylan van eck #ketterdam #ice court

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 3 years

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Siyeon x Reader

Prompt n°58 : "Win me the Teddy."

Siyeon Oppa

Requested by: @watashiwaglr38

It was your first time going to the fair with Siyeon, your dates were usually more centered around food or music. Somehow the fair seemed to be a great mix of both and it came naturally to Siyeon to bring you there when she saw that one was settling nearby.

"Y/N let's go out on friday, my treat ?"

When she asked, you were looking through some assignments and were surprised by the sudden proposition. Siyeon would usually keep her fridays for the girls, they would go out for a drinks and end up wasted.

"Aren't you going to meet up with the girls ?"

"No since I'm going on a date with you."

She was using her infamous smirk and wink as her weapons to get you to say yes which of course was working.

"Fine, what did you have in mind ?"

Your assignments were long time forgotten, your attention now fully directed to your girlfriend.

"That's something I'm not going to tell you."

You were about to argue but Siyeon didn't let you say anything. She kissed you and rushed outside saying something about seeing the girls today since your date was tomorrow.

It took you a solid minute to understand what just happened and another one to realise that tomorrow was indeed already friday. You got back to what you had to do, the question of what was planning Siyeon still in a corner of your head.

You couldn't be too cautious when it comes to her surprises.

Surprisingly, Siyeon did came home that night and didn't seem that intoxicated. Which was odd knowing the girls drinking habits, you were almost doubting that they truly met up.

Yet you were fine with sleeping in your girlfriend's arms for a bonus night this week.

You woke up to repetitive kisses on your cheek, given by no other than your favourite singer.

"Are you ready for today baby ?"

You mumbled some type of answer similar to a growl. Yet Siyeon understood and let you stay in bed a few more minutes before coming back fully dressed.

"Come on sweety, time to wake up, your date is waiting for you and it's kind of rude to let me wait."

Eventually you got ready and followed Siyeon to the parking lot where she opened the car door for you before settling in the driver seat.

"So where are we going ?"

"Nice try but still not gonna tell you, now look there's a puppy outside."

As you turned to look through the window, your girlfriend was fast enough to blindfold you hastily.

"What the hell Lee Siyeon ?! Couldn't you warn me that's fucking scary !?"

"Sorry baby.."

You could hear she didn't mean it, she was enjoying this way too much.

"I swear if that's one of your sex game again I'm out."

"That was one time ! Come on you can't deny it was fun."

You indeed couldn't say it wasn't fun but you weren't about to admit it one bit so you stay silent. Not mad enough to decline your girlfriend's hand that was on your thigh which you took in yours, because well, you love her nevertheless as crazy as she is.

The ride wasn't that long, Siyeon's car coming to a stop not even fifteen minutes later.

Not letting you see where you were quite yet, Siyeon guided you out of the car and into the parking lot. There were a lot of noises, the screams being the most terrific of them all when not able to see that they were only caused by the roller coaster loop.

You gripped on your girlfriend's arm for support and for being sure that she wasn't letting you here alone.

Luckily Siyeon decided to get you out of the blindfold only to reveal the entrance of the fair, where the only thing that was really scary was the possibility of puking on a ride.

"Do you like it or should I go back to sex games ?"

"No that's perfect, regular fair games are perfect."

A simple peck on her lips and you were ready to go right to the shooting set. You ran off to the booth, a rifle already in hand, ready to win against your girlfriend, if she'd let you.

Of course you weren't as good as she was, years of playing various type of arcade games with Dami did give your girlfriend great skills.

"At least if you win, win me the Teddy so I can have a consolation price."

"I'm doing my best baby but this balloon are cheating I swear."

Siyeon only had one bullet left and two balloons to pop. She was mad concentrated, she wanted this date to be the best possible for you and it includes getting you gifts.

Seeing she was that anxious made you want to tease her a little. So you took your worst baby voice that some people find cute.

"Come on Siyeon Oppa, I want the plushie."

The bullet hit right through the two balloons when Siyeon pulled the trigger by accident, making you squeal.

"Yes! Thanks baby ! Let's go to the roller coaster!"

You got the blue wolf plushie and ran off to the next booth, letting Siyeon smile lovingly at your joyful excitement, almost forgetting that she had to follow.

Damn does she loves it when you're happy..

Hey, thanks for taking this prompt. Hope you like the result, give feedback 😁 My butt posted it too soon lmao guess it was a preview for those who saw it 😂 Happy pride month to all of you 🌈-Ael

#girl group #kpop girls #girlfriend #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher scenarios #siyeon dreamcatcher #lee siyeon #dreamcatcher siyeon #siyeon #dreamcatcher x reader #siyeon x reader

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 2 years

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Fragmentary Desideratum

Who Killed Curiosity? Part 2 of 4

Summary: Kol may not have finished with his plans to forge a dagger that would work on Klaus back in 1914 but without Curio, he never would have started. A vampire, a human, and a bottle of whiskey. What could possibly go wrong? || Kol Mikaelson x OC (platonic)

Word Count: 9,000-ish

Warnings: Language, use of alcohol and tobacco, brief nod towards rape, mentions and brief shaming of facial scars. (If you have facial scars or scars of any kind please know that you are beautiful. I have facial scars as well and anything said by any character in here does not reflect my views. (Kol is just a jerk.)

A/N: The parable Curio tells is an actual story called You Promised by Bill "Iron Eyes" Cody. All credit where credit is due because I don't wanna be sued. I only intended for this part to take up 2,000 or so words at max but it ended up turning into something wonderful and I love this much more than I like part 1. I know this is absolutely enormous for anyone to read but I promise that the ending if nothing else is worth it. Once again, I don't speak French so please pardon any mistakes.

Tagging: @hellotvshowtrash @yn-ymn-yln @imgoingtofreakoutnow @kmikaelsonimagines and @slutforkol I would really appreciate any and all feedback if y'all would be okay with giving it. I know this is a colossal thing to ask anyone to read so no pressure. Here is part one if you haven't read it.

Enjoy!

The next time Kol Mikaelson saw the walking enigma that was Curio was in the last place he ever would have expected. It was a shock for two reasons. The first was that, if he were being honest, within the space of the three days since Charity Hospital, Kol had nearly forgotten all about his odd acquaintance. Between all the blood and alcohol and scheming, any thoughts more wholesome - to whatever minuscule degree they may have been - were metaphorically pushed to the side, thrown out the window, and tied to the railroad tracks to be run over by no less than three trains. It was true, wholesome and Kol Mikaelson didn't really go together. Although any normal person most definitely would not describe someone they met in an insane asylum as wholesome, Kol most certainly wasn't normal. He never had been.

The second reason Curio's appearance was such a shock was because Kol certainly hadn't expected them to show up in his house. He'd been almost sure that the psych ward escapee would have been caught and returned within a matter of hours after he'd broken her out as he hadn't compelled anyone to forget about her stay there. By all definitions, they were an escaped convict. Yet they hadn't been caught. (Which Kol was impressed by despite however adamantly he refused to admit it.) It was clear to him that Curio was rather clever for a human, but he had never expected them to be clever enough to find their way back to him having known nothing more than his first name, for that was all he'd given them. Yet there they stood, right in the courtyard of the compound, a smug smirk plastered across their thin face.

He never even would have recognized the ash-covered chimney sweep who winked as they strolled by him as Curio if not for the tell-tale missing arm. Dusted with soot from head to toe, each of the chimney sweeps looked exactly the same to Kol as he made his way across the courtyard. The workers passed by him one by one in an orderly fashion having just finished with their day's work. The vampire didn't even register the sly expression that passed over the one chimney sweep's blackened features after they had "accidentally" bumped his shoulder until they had already gone. The wink they sent him was slightly harder to miss, but it merely served to confuse him as his mind was elsewhere. In fact, it took him several minutes to recognize that his home had been purposefully infiltrated at all and he only discovered that after he found the note waiting for him on his bed.

Kol,

You said you were looking for one of these. You weren't exactly specific so I hope this one is big enough for whatever you need it for. This is my gratitude. My debt to you is repaid.

~ Curio

Tucked underneath that note, much to his astonishment, was a perfect paragon diamond about the width of his finger. But there was simply no way.

"Impossible..."

Kol crossed his room and held the diamond up into a shaft of sun, watching as the light scattered into a rainbow. He fought the urge to smile as he studied the gem closely, examining it for the slightest imperfection, searching for anything that would render it a fake. Not until he had checked each face of the precious stone three times over did he come to his astounding conclusion.

"You've got to be joking…"

Curio's diamond was not a fake.

"Yes!" He cried, a grin spreading itself across his face. Kol couldn't stop the delighted laugh that escaped his lips as he tossed the diamond into the air and caught it again. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He said to the gem, rolling it around in his palm. "Now all we have to do is find ourselves some witches, teach 'em Kemia, change that stupid dagger, and stab my big bad brother. How hard can that be?"

Very, very hard, apparently. But he didn't know that just yet.

Thoughts of his revenge plot brought him back to the present where he realized that he was talking to himself. Spinning on his heel, he strode back over to his bed and picked up the note. He read over it again, this time noticing the black ash stains smudging the paper. It was at that moment that Kol finally put two and two together. (Yes, it did indeed take him that long. He wasn't proud.) Dressing one's self up as a chimney sweep was a particularly clever ploy. Doing so immediately granted one access into any wealthy home, including that of the original family. It also gave Curio an excuse to access his room. No one would ever see it coming and Kol took a moment to silently thank whatever deity might be listening for the fireplace Klaus had decided to include in his room.

Moving over to that fireplace - which Curio actually had swept, go figure - Kol snatched a box of matches from the mantle, fully intending to use that little note as kindling. When he struck the match, however, he was struck with a thought. Well, less of a thought and more of a question.

How had Curio found him?

When he had sprung them from Charity Hospital, he'd only given them his first name. Yet, over the course of three days, she had managed to find him in a city of nearly 340,000 people. The youngest Mikaelson brother hadn't even been out of that bloody coffin for a whole week and he knew that wasn't long enough to establish a mailing address. He also knew that Curio was completely human. So the only feasible conclusion he could come up with was that Curio must have had some bloody mad connections to the less savory side of New Orleans. Which would mean knowing people who knew of the supernatural. Which would mean a higher chance of coming into contact with the supernatural. Which would mean that Curio knew of the supernatural. Which would explain why she hadn't so much as raised a brow when Kol single-handedly broke a prison door open. That made a lot of sense.

It would also explain how the hell Curio had found a rather large paragon diamond in a city known for its trade. Things in New Orleans were constantly changing hands and with a treasure like that, there was sure to be plenty of interested parties. Kol had been searching for a paragon diamond since he'd woken from that stupid dagger nap, but had been met with complete failure. He hadn't even known where to start. Yet Curio, fresh out of the asylum without so much as a dollar to their name, had managed to locate the diamond, obtain the diamond, locate his residence, and deliver it to him. And they'd done all that in under three days.

Curio must have had an extensive knowledge of both this city and time period, a knowledge that Kol was seriously lacking. More importantly however, they had the connections to make that knowledge useful. Besides, Curio was brave enough - or stupid enough - to enter a house full of vampires, a human with that sort of craftiness was bound to prove themselves worth whatever effort he had expounded in breaking them from Charity Hospital.

Kol grinned down at the note in his hand, staring at the curly signature signed on the bottom. Curio had impressed him that day, but he would never admit that - not to her face.

"Darling, you are one sneaky son of a bitch," He said, smirking.

"Who's a bitch?" The sound of Rebekah's voice drifted from the doorway, jarring him from his thoughts. He shoved both the diamond and the note in his pockets before turning to face her.

"Uh, no one!" He said, a little too quickly. He cursed himself for being so oblivious. Rebekah sent him a look.

"Really?"

"Yes." He'd never been too good at lying after having been caught, it was just the way he was. He'd always thought it pointless. But confessing right then would be rather inconvenient as it would open a can of worms that Kol would prefer to remain shut, sealed, and buried.

"Were you talking to yourself again?" Rebekah accused.

"... Maybe?" Kol tried his best to look sheepish instead of guilty and it seemed to do the trick. His little sister shook her head.

"Kol, if you keep talking to yourself, people are going to think you're crazy!" She groaned.

"Am I not?"

"No," She said, smiling a little.

"Are you sure?" He challenged playfully.

Rebekah shook her head. "I think you like to pretend, brother. But you're not really crazy."

"Not even a little bit?" He hummed.

Bekah rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh. "Alright, maybe a little bit."

"Oh good!" He cheered. "I do have a reputation to uphold!"

"Oh, of course!" She agreed sarcastically.

"Speaking of reputations…"

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't happen to know any witches, would you?" Kol asked, sounding innocent enough. His sister's face fell. She had hoped that Kol might've finally given up on his revenge fantasy.

"They're all loyal to Klaus and Marcel," She said, somewhat disappointedly. Kol was quick to notice her change in demeanor.

"That's fine! I just need a little spell. I'm not planning anything with it, Bex, I swear," He assured her. She watched his face, seeming to consider it. "Though, it would be helpful if that witch didn't blab…"

"Yes, I know of a witch that might help you," She sighed.

"Thank-"

"But you have to tell me what it is you're doing," Bekah added, her expression hardening.

"Oh, come on, Bex!" Kol whined.

"That's my deal. Take it or leave it."

"Really?"

"Yes." Her tone was like iron. "Our family has finally found a place to call home. We are happy here, Kol! I'm not going to let you ruin that happiness with some ill conceived revenge scheme! And I am most certainly not going to stand by and allow you to bring father upon us once again with yet another one of your blood-drunk episodes!"

"I already told you! I told all of you! That is not my fault! I can't keep it in check like you can! I've tried!" Kol defended, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, I think it's about time you learned some bloody self control," She hissed. He bowed his head shamefully, biting his lip.

"Do you really think so little of me, sister?"

"Do I have to answer that?"

Kol sighed. "I just need a little tracking spell."

"What are you tracking?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"A person," He answered.

"Who?"

"No one important," He said. Rebekah sent him a bone chilling glare. "Look, it's private. But I assure you it's nothing malicious because despite what Klaus would have you believe, I really do care about you, Bex, and I want you to be happy. I want all of us to be happy."

"Honest?"

"Honest."

And he was. He truly did want his siblings to be happy. He wanted them to be happy and he wanted them to be free. Free from Klaus. Free from those daggers. Free from fear.

Rebekah smiled. "The witch's name is Mary Alice Claire. She's young and rebellious and if you play her right, she might just help you out."

"Thank you, sister." Kol kissed Rebekah on the cheek, ruffling her hair too as he moved to leave the room. When he reached the door, he turned back wearing a smirk. "And you know I always play them right. How's my hair?"

"Still recovering from ninety years of bed-head," She snipped.

"Perfect!" He grinned, quickly ducking to dodge the shoe that was flung at him. Rebekah could hear him laughing all the way down the stairs.

***

"You know? Everyone is always talking about how curiosity killed that damn cat, which would obviously make curiosity a murderer. So, my question is, who's going to kill curiosity?" Kol glanced at the bar patron who was swirling their drink next to him. "Your thoughts?"

"Was that a joke or a veiled threat?" They asked, smirking. The scar tissue that devastated the left side of their face crinkled with the movement in a way that would make most people sick.

"A little bit of both, I think." He grinned. "Found you."

"The infamous Kol Mikaelson, looking for little old me! How scandalous of you. Didn't think I was your type of girl." She didn't sound terrified as the few humans who knew of him usually did.

"That's because you're not. You, Curio, are easily one of the least attractive individuals - male, female or otherwise - I have met in four hundred years," Kol said, just hoping to get a rise out of her.

She didn't even blink. "Why thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiled, turning his body to face her. "So you're a girl today then?"

"Indeed."

"Alright." He waited for her to say something and ordered (compelled) himself a glass (the entire bottle) of overpriced top-shelf whiskey.

"So, you're here..." She trailed off.

"Indeed I am. Unless, of course, this is a dream. In which case I'm flattered." He winked and Curio scoffed.

"Thought you said I was ugly?"

"Oh, you are," He said, "Very ugly."

"Yet, you're flirting with me?"

"Darling, I flirt with everyone."

She nodded, almost impressed. "Good policy."

"I know."

"So, Kol Mikaelson tracked me down to tell me jokes about ending my life and to say that he finds me remarkably ugly," Curio drawled, bringing them back on topic. "Would you like me to be honored or terrified?"

Kol huffed a laugh and took a sip of the whiskey. "Best to do both just to be safe."

Curio nodded. "All things in moderation," She agreed.

"I've never actually been one for moderation of any sort," He said, taking a much larger swig of the alcohol as if to prove a point.

She rolled her eyes. "I know. Your reputation precedes you."

"How did you figure that out, anyway? Did you always know? And if you did, why not mention that?" He asked. Curio drained her glass and tapped it on the counter. Kol, being the gentleman he was, refilled it.

"I knew what you were, not who." Again, she drained the glass. "And I didn't say anything because keeping my mouth shut worked better to my advantage."

Kol raised a brow at her constitution before filling the glass again. "And what advantage would that be?"

"You didn't know a damn thing about me. I was interesting." She shrugged. "I've been people like you, throwing away whatever isn't entertaining enough. I had to be."

"Clever," He remarked. "And the rest?"

"I saw that ring on your finger the second we met. I thought you wouldn't be very handsome without it. Then you pulled the door off its hinges and I knew. As for you, I asked around. There really aren't very many Kol's in this city." She knocked back another shot.

"I suppose that's fair." Damn, that girl could really drink.

Curio slammed the shot glass down on the bar, earning her a glare from the barkeep. "So what are you really here for?"

Kol hummed watching her intently. "Can a man not simply want for a drink in this town?"

"Quite the opposite, Monsieur Kol. There are plenty of men wanting for a drink in this town, far too many in my opinion," Curio scoffed, sounding bored. "Thus, there are a variety of much more seemingly establishments carrying liquors of a much finer reputation than this filthy pub, many of which are much closer to your place of residence. So I suppose what I'm asking is: Why make a trip across the river for this shit?"

Kol threw his head back and laughed. "Your decorum rivals mine, darling! Such oaths aren't very lady-like, you know," He teased, poking at her side.

Curio glared at him, whacking his arm with the stump that was left of hers. "First of all, keep your hands to yourself. Second, what of all this gives you the impression that I care?" They said, gesturing to their surroundings. Kol merely smirked and poked her again. Curio swatted his hand away.

"Oh, don't tell me you have an aversion to being touched!" He said, rolling his eyes.

"No, I simply have an aversion to being touched by you." Curio snatched the whiskey bottle from him and took a deep swig from it before shoving it back into his hand. Then she turned to leave. Except, Kol wasn't quite done with her yet. He grasped Curio's arm and spun her back around.

"What's so wrong with me?" He asked almost gently. His tone shocked Curio, it was almost as if he actually wanted to know. She flicked her gaze to the hand that was still wrapped around her forearm then back to Kol's eyes pointedly. He got the message and Curio was surprised that he actually let go. Shoving her hand in her pocket, Curio kept her eyes fixed on his hands.

"How many unwilling young girls have those hands taken to your bed, I wonder?" Curio asked as she eyed him with a flat stare. Kol smirked.

"None," He responded. Curio inclined their head at this, brows raised. Their expression teetered along the edge of doubt. He rolled his eyes, pretending as if he didn't care though he did. "Do you really think I would stoop so abhorrently low?"

"As you've said, I don't know you."

Kol frowned. "I'm insulted, darling, truly. Please know that I do have a little more confidence in myself than that," He spat sourly. Curio considered him for a moment and nodded.

"Good to know," They said.

"I thought you were against judgements?"

Curio moved to sit back at the bar, shrugging as she did. "Some judgments are necessary. I know you're a killer, that's your nature and I understand I'll never have the power to change that. Your actions are yours to keep, but not all monsters have teeth like razor blades, and there are some sins I would rather die than condone."

Kol nodded because he agreed, though he didn’t think they would believe him if he said it out loud. He’d killed men for less.

"Do you think me irredeemable?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Curio's lips twitched up in a smile.

"I did when you walked in. Now, I just want to know what it is you truly want from me."

Kol nodded. "Very well." He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a circular pendant dangling from a silver strand. "I came to offer you this as a token of my appreciation for delivering the paragon diamond to me."

Curio eyed the necklace, a certain measure of skepticism evident in her expression. "Did you not read my note?"

He nodded. "I did."

"I was in debt to you, Kol but with that diamond I repaid my debt. You owe me nothing," She said, curling his fingers back around the necklace and pushing his outstretched hand away.

"True, however, as a gentleman I, unlike you, happen to have a functioning knowledge of etiquette,” He noted, smiling in a predatory way before placing the necklace on the bar in front of her. “Thus, I know the proper time and place in which a display of preliminary gratitude is in order.”

Curio studied his mannerisms with care and suspicion. She pursed her lips, her brows furrowing with a degree of confusion she was trying not to show as she attempted to riddle out the meaning of the one thousand-year-old vampire’s advanced English. Kol watched this proceeding with amusement. Curio’s mastery of English was impressive for an immigrant of her age and origin, but he’d lived with Elijah for one thousand years and that man was practically a library unto himself so Curio didn’t stand much of a chance. She must have recognized this as she huffed a laugh before spinning around and hoisting herself up to sit on the bar.

“My fellow bar patrons, may I have your attention please?” Curio called. The low rasp of her French accent somehow managed to rise above the dull roar of the dingy bar and those in the space quieted almost instantly. Kol found himself somewhat baffled by the fervor with which the low life's around him heeded her request. Though she wasn’t particularly tall nor intimidating in figure, the bar hushed to near silence for her without so much as another word. “Thank you. Now, I do believe this here louse is attempting to swindle me! Would any among you happen to know what preliminary means?”

An older fellow who was certainly less than sober stood from the back of the room. “It’s somethin’ ya’ do before doin’ the actual do-hickey!” He slurred.

Curio nodded. “Many thanks, friend!” She reached into the pocket of her well-stained overalls and pulled out a silver dollar which she then placed on her thumb and flipped to him. The man caught the coin and stuffed it in his trousers. Then he pointed an accusatory finger at Kol.

“And you better lay off the lady, ya’ foul git!”

Kol huffed a laugh and turned to face him. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll teach ya’ some manners ‘same way my Pops taught me,” The man threatened, cracking his knuckles. That hit quite the sore nerve.

“Oh, I would love to see that.” Kol grinned and stood, shrugging his coat off. Because, sure he’d healed by now, but somebody should still have to pay. The sins of his father required recompense and Kol hadn't been strong enough to fight back then but he was now. Nine hundred years and he was still so angry.

“Whoa there boys.” Curio lifted a mediating hand. “Let’s not all lose our heads, you know how much Leouis hates a brawl in his bar.”

“Then why don’t we take it outside?” The boy beside her suggested with far too much enthusiasm. Kol felt a hand on his shoulder and glanced up to see Curio giving him a look.

“Don’t worry about me, friend. I’ll let you know if this grifter’s any more trouble,” She said, addressing the stranger. Her cold green eyes remained fixed on Kol’s as she spoke and in them there laid an unspoken appeal. It wasn’t a command; if it had been he probably would have torn his way through every person in the bar purely out of spite, but it wasn’t. It was something softer than that and he could almost hear it.

‘Please don’t,’ It said. ‘He's not the one that hurt you. Mikael isn’t here.’

They were asking rather than telling and that astonished Kol because Curio didn’t have the audacity to think she could control him. There was this look in their pale green eyes and it was almost compassionate but he must have been mistaken because no one ever had compassion for him. Not even his own family. That something in Curiosité's eyes was something no one had ever offered him before. He didn't have a word for it; at least, not one he was willing to accept because accepting it would mean he was weak. He couldn't afford to be weak. Kol couldn't show any weakness, because if he found something good - and this look in Curio's eyes, this dull glow of kinship was exactly that - than Klaus would tear him away from it, just like he always did. Because as long as Klaus was miserable - as long as his beastly nature remained bound by their mother's spell - none of the Mikaelson siblings could ever find contentment. Every time Kol found something almost good, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Klaus always found out and he always took it away. None of his siblings even cared.

So when he saw that flash of something in the pale green eyes of that ragged red-haired lunatic, Kol knew he needed to see it again. There was something about Curiosité and it was uniquely and fundamentally different in a clear and tangible way.

Perhaps it was her scar ravaged face, proof of humility earned by unspeakable pain. Perhaps it was that low, flickering flame in her stare that said she’d looked death in the face and that one day she’d greet him with a smile. Perhaps it was that weariness in her quiet raspy voice that accompanied the wisdom she didn’t expect him to listen to but offered anyway - the weariness that sounded like she saw things without mankind’s rose-colored glasses and the things she’d seen weren’t pretty. Perhaps it was a combination of all those things that gave her the sort of quiet yet powerful presence that silences rowdy bars.

It was all those harsh and silent things about Curio that commanded respect.

Seeing the confidence with which she placed herself between two men itching for a fight, watching her speak to them without the slightest hint of contention or judgement, and listening to the silent authority in her tone that came not from violence but from humility, baffled Kol completely. It made him feel like a kid again - like he really was just an eighteen-year-old boy and Curio was asking him not to pick a fight because she knew he could be better than that. It surprised him because they didn’t scold him for being immature either. Curio didn’t expect him to know everything - to know better or be better - they just asked him to do better. They just asked him to try.

Curio wasn’t like everyone else because everyone else made judgments - they had expectations. So many expectations that Kol couldn’t live up to because his mind was as frozen in time as his body and dammit, Elijah! He couldn’t just grow up! Because nine hundred years hadn’t made him nine hundred.

They’d just made him more eighteen.

And maybe that was why Kol obeyed her. Because she didn’t expect him to. Curio didn’t expect anything from him.

It was almost like she understood and for whatever reason, he found himself obeying. He sat back in his seat and snatched the whiskey bottle back.

“Only for you, darling,” He said, half-sneering though he wasn’t particularly annoyed with anything. Perhaps that was what bothered him, this was the first time in nearly nine hundred years that he didn’t find himself bothered by a human presence. Around Curio, Kol felt an odd sense of calm - almost peace. The burning knot of rage that he’d carried in his chest since losing his magic felt looser somehow and the constant tug of hunger seemed to diminish just a bit. Though he was reluctant to admit it, Kol felt almost … in control. It had been a long time since he’d felt that way and as much as he wanted to cherish that feeling, he couldn’t because the last person who made him feel that way was Henrik and-

Well... just look how that turned out.

Curio nodded her appreciation and a smirk began pulling at her lips. “So, it’s a favor you’ll be needing of me, no?”

Never a dull moment.

“More of a string of string of favors,” He admitted, taking a swig from his bottle of whiskey. “I’m here to request your allegiance. Please note that you are very human thus I don’t need anything from you.” He had to point that out, though it was clear Curio already knew her place.

“You want my help?” Curio nodded as if accepting his answer. “And what is it I have that you find yourself lacking?”

“Connections.”

They raised a brow. “Oh?”

“You found a rather large paragon diamond for me in three days.”

“Found and acquired,” She added. He smirked at her cheek.

“Exactly. That’s no easy task, especially in this city. You must have friends in all sorts of places to have pulled that off. Now, I’m attempting a rather rapacious endeavor, and seeing as every fence and low life I know is dead, I could use a contact who knows this city’s criminal underground like the back of their hand,” He said, pouring her another shot of whiskey.

“And what exactly does this endeavor entail?” Curio asked, picking up their glass and watching the alcohol swish as they swirled it around.

“I assume you know who really runs this city?”

“I do,” She said, nodding. “The rest of your family has quite the reputation as well.” Curio glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, testing him to see how he would react. “Klaus especially.”

Kol licked his lips, trying to hold back a scowl. “What do you know of Klaus?”

Curio shrugged and began counting off on their fingers. “Brutal, powerful, sadistic, paranoid… need I continue?”

The boy beside her chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “No, I think you’ve just about covered it.” His laughter faded and his voice turned into something more of a snarl. “He also enjoys sticking daggers in his sibling’s hearts to put them to sleep whilst he leaves them to rot in boxes for decades at a time.”

“That sounds...”

“Annoying? Egotistic? Controlling?” He suggested.

“I was going to say ‘lonely’,” They said, watching him with that same long-suffering expression as before. It rendered him speechless for a moment.

“That too.” He looked to the whiskey for a distraction, clearing his throat. “Long story short, those daggers don’t work on him. Thus my endeavor is the completion of one that will. My brother needs to be punished, it’s nothing that he hasn’t done to me.”

Curio nodded and drained her glass again. “Sounds fair enough from your point of view-” She paused thinking over her next words. Kol grew impatient.

“So, will you help or-”

“I don’t think I want you to have it.”

He froze. That had not been expected. “My apologies, darling. I don’t believe I heard you correctly.” Curio turned in her seat to face him, her expression as hard as stone.

“I don’t want you to have that dagger, Monsieur Kol.”

Kol bit his lip and nodded. He’d thought she was different. He’d thought she was on his side. But Curio was in Klaus’ pocket, just like the rest of this goddamn town.

“Are you aware that I can make you do anything I desire?” He pointed out, willing the familiar threat to show through his tone. “Just because I’m being kind enough to ask, doesn’t mean it’s a request.”

Curio watched him for a moment. Then she threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, mon cheri! You should know that any person worth their salt in this town knows the benefits of vervain,” They exclaimed, their tone as close to mocking as Curio’s somewhat doleful presence could come.

Kol was quite confused. He looked her up and down but couldn’t spot a hint of jewelry or anything on their person that could contain the herb. “Do you have it on you?” He asked, genuinely curious. Curio gave a bitter laugh.

“You could say that.” They pulled at the collar of their shirt, revealing a spot just below their shoulder and a line of black stitches running across the skin. Oh. So not on but rather in. “You can’t compel me. Threats won’t work either seeing as I have no particular interest in being alive, so if that’s your next strategy I would advise against using it.”

Well, that was nothing short of infuriating.

“Why do you not wish for me to forge that dagger? Haven’t you been paying attention? Klaus rules this city, humans like you are completely at my brother’s mercy! Do you not wish to change that?” He demanded harshly, barely containing his temper. He’d never taken well to being denied. Curio remained calm and unthreatened, her lips stretching into a sour smile as her eyes darkened, taking on a threatening gleam to match his own.

“Of course I wish to change it!" She snapped. Her sudden flash of anger startled him. When he looked up, Curio didn’t seem angry exactly, her inpatient tone seemed intended more so to grab his attention than to chastise. It had done exactly that, giving them the opportunity to look Kol directly in the eyes as they delivered a warning as patient as it was correctional. “Do not presume to know my motives.”

As calloused as he was to admit it, Curio was right. He was jumping to conclusions without enough information. He should have known enough about Curio to know that the decisions they made weren’t influenced by promises of power or even thoughts of self-preservation. Curio wasn’t selfish, they were as neutral as neutral gets and as annoying as that was, a rational - albeit small - part of Kol knew they could be counted on to make decisions favoring those who showed them the same respect.

“My apologies,” He sighed with great reluctance. “Let me rephrase that. What is it that has you so reluctant to assist?” He shuddered inwardly, such consideration from someone like him was nearly fatal. Although, oddly enough, he found it somehow easier to show it to Curio than he did to others. The red-haired lunatic sent him a satisfied smile.

“I simply see no benefits to a regime change.” She shrugged, shaking her head. "Would anything change if you were king?"

“Well, that’s just it, darling.” He smirked, taking another sip of whiskey. “I don’t want to be king!”

“I know,” Curio hummed, nodding. “But what you want is to be free.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” He laughed. “I thought you were all about that sort of thing.”

“Freedom is a gift all are given but seldom truly earn.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?”

“As I said, your reputation precedes you. It's not a benevolent one.” Curio smiled in a sad sort of way. “It means I don’t trust you.”

“Because I’m a vampire?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“No,” She said simply. “Your nature is not of consequence.”

“Then why?”

Curio chuckled and threw back another shot. “Because you’re a snake.” She slammed the glass down and watched him.

Kol shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“Can I tell you a story, mon cheri?” She asked, almost out of the blue.

“I suppose…”

“A long time ago, there was a little boy. It was the tradition in his tribe when a boy came of age for him to climb the mountain that overlooked their land in order to prove himself a man. To pass the test, he had to make the climb alone. The boy was strong and competent, he didn’t have much trouble reaching the summit and when he made it he was delighted. When he began his decent, however, there came a spine-chilling rattle from the underbrush. From out of the bushes, there came a rattle-snake, then the snake opened it’s mouth and began to speak.”

“Ah! So this is a parable then?” Kol interrupted, already bored. Curio ignored him.

“The snake told the boy that it had come up the mountain by mistake and the higher altitude was making it sick. The snake asked the boy to pick it up, put it into his vest, and carry it down to the valley where he could release it. But this boy was no fool. ‘You’re a snake,’ he said-”

“- As if that wasn’t obvious.”

Curio shot him a glare. “Don’t interrupt.” He simply grinned.

“The boy continued saying: ‘Your fangs are full of venom and your bite will kill me.’ The snake shook it’s head. ‘But I wouldn’t bite a kind boy like you.’ It insisted. ‘No,’ The boy said again. ‘You bite people for fun.’ The snake again denied this claim but the boy still refused to heed it’s plight. The two argued for quite some time, but this was a very persuasive snake. ‘Little boy, little boy, hear my promise,’ The snake eventually said. ‘I won’t hurt you; I will treat you differently. If you do this for me, I will not harm you.’

“The boy foolishly agreed. He picked up the snake, put it in his vest, and started down the mountain. When he reached the valley, he carefully removed the snake and set it upon the ground. He began to walk away, when suddenly there came a spine-chilling rattle from the grass. The boy turned and there was the snake, coiled, hissing, and poised to strike. Before the boy could blink, the snake sprung out and sunk it’s teeth into his leg. The boy fell to the ground, crying out in pain. ‘But you promised me! You promised me you wouldn’t!’ The boy screamed as tears ran down his cheeks. ‘You promised!’ And the snake looked back as it slithered away, it’s hiss was cruel and cold. ‘Little boy, little boy,’ It said. ‘You knew what I was when you picked me up.’

“And that’s the end.” A faint smile could be seen on Curio’s lips as she finished and Kol could understand why she’d told the story.

“Let me guess,” He started, tapping his chin sarcastically. “I’m the snake? I suppose that would make you the little boy then. Scared of my bite, darling?” He didn’t give her time to answer. He just scoffed and drained the remnants of that bottle of whiskey before demanding another. “You really don’t have to worry. Didn’t I already express how much I appreciate your knowledge and skill?” Curio rolled her eyes.

“And didn’t I already tell you that words are worth ash?” She hummed. “A snake doesn’t appreciate a rat. It just eats. I know you’ll do as you will with the humans of this city and I know I can’t stop you. So what is your promise really worth, Kol? Because it’s not me I’m worried about.”

By now he was beginning to grow frustrated. “If not you, and not the humans, then who are you so concerned with?” He demanded, grinding his teeth. Curio smirked, raising her brow. That was when it dawned on him. He knew what she was doing, Curio was testing his patience. She reached for the necklace which still sat on the surface of the bar. Pinching the silver chain between her fingers, she lifted the pendant in front of her face and let it swing back and forth.

“I’m worried about the witches,” She said, drawing the words out almost distractedly. Her eyes drifted from side to side in sync with the movements of the necklace. “Those pretty little things with sharp tongues and magic in their veins… What of them? Which of those girls made this beauty, I wonder? Tell me, was it Mary-Alice Claire you charmed into enchanting it?”

Curio was clearly much more well-versed with the supernatural community than he ever could have guessed. Which left him to wonder if Mary-Alice was well known for her defiance. He hadn’t thought as much when he’d met her, she had seemed so quiet and soft but if both Curio and Rebeckah had identified her by name then perhaps Mary-Alice wasn’t the best choice of witch for his purposes. Then again, perhaps Curio simply knew this city better than anyone in it.

“I actually hold witches in high regard,” He responded, smirking. “I wish to free them from my brother’s tyranny, after that’s done, they can do as they wish. And yes, Mary-Alice was quite willing to assist me with that little trinket. How did you know of it’s enchantment?”

Curio grinned and Kol was taken aback with how predatory it seemed.

“You just told me,” She said.

Kol grinned. “Clever girl. So, are you in?” He held out his hand and Curio eyed him for a moment, opening her mouth to speak.

“I, Curiosité Arsenault, do pledge a thief’s honor to the cause of liberty for the witches of New Orleans and to all persons and parties involved in the execution thereof. The only condition of this pact being that I be allowed to supervise the activities of one Kol Mikaelson in accordance to the cause with the purpose minimizing casualties.”

It took Kol a moment to realize exactly what the thief had just proposed.

“Now wait just a moment, that wasn’t part of the-”

“This I do swear on the blood of my father and all of my remaining limbs. Do you accept my contract?”

“I’m not going to agree to something so outrag-”

“Going once!” She grinned.

“Whoa, whoa! Wait-”

“Going twice!”

“Fine!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. Curio smirked and gave his hand a firm shake. He groaned. Why the hell had he just agreed to that?

“Why thank you, Monsieur. You officially have yourself a partner in crime,” They said smugly. “Toast?”

“You’re going to make me regret that aren’t you, darling?” He asked, filling the red-head’s glass again.

“That-” They said, winking as they lifted the shot glass and tapped it against the bottle of whiskey. “- is entirely up to you.”

Kol groaned again. “Will you at least wear the bloody necklace now?”

Curio rolled their eyes and grinned. “Only for you, mon cheri.” She carefully undid the clasp and secured the chain around her neck as it wasn’t long enough to pull over her head. Taking the pendant between their fingers, they admired the craftsmanship of the gold and silver. “So what did you have Mary-Alice spell it with?” A slow smirk spread itself across Kol’s face.

“An eavesdropping charm.”

Curio’s smile dropped in an instant.

“...Paranoid bastard.”

“How else am I supposed to trust you to keep your word?” He defended, shrugging.

“Oh, I don’t know. Trust perhaps?”

“Nonsense,” He teased. Curio rolled their eyes with a huff and Kol opted to poke them playfully. “Come now, darling, it’s not so bad! You should be grateful it’s not a leg of yours I’m keeping for insurance. Besides, I also had my young witch spell it against other locator and tracking spells, so if my brother somehow catches wind of you and your activities you might at least make it out of town!”

“How remarkably generous of you,” They deadpanned, sending him an annoyed look. Curio wrapped her hand around the pendant and tugged.

The necklace didn’t come off.

They tugged again, more forcefully this time but the accessory remained where it was. The red head glared at it.

“Applesause,” They muttered.

Kol simply couldn’t contain himself any longer. His whole frame shook with boyish laughter at her struggle and subsequent realization. He laughed long and loud because they had both of them been outwitted by the other and that had never happened to him before. He’d found himself an equal and dammit if it wasn’t the most fun he’d had in nine hundred years.

“Oh, by the way, darling? It doesn’t come off!” He snickered. “Did I forget to mention that?”

“Yes, I think you might have left that out,” She sighed. One look at her face sent the boy into another round of laughter. “I get it. You’re hilarious.”

“I am, aren’t I?” He pressed, grinning cheekily.

Curio shook her head with a frown. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. I’ll be making my exit now, I seem to find myself in need of an axe… or perhaps a stick of dynamite.”

“That wont work!” He jeered.

“But I’ll try!” They singsonged back. Curio moved to leave but Kol once again caught her by the arm. He wasn’t willing to admit to himself why he wanted them to stay, but that didn’t stop him from trying to keep them there.

“I’ll tell you what,” He offered. “If you can best me in a little drinking game, I’ll get my little Mary-Alice to make that necklace removeable. Deal?”

A confident smirk found its way onto Curio’s face.

“Deal,” They agreed, sitting back down. Kol’s cocky expression mimicked theirs as he poured a shot for both of them. He tapped his glass against his red-haired companion’s and tried to pretend they were both the same age, just two people in a bar about to play a game they would both regret in a few hours. He missed being able to play games like this. Kol missed having friends. But just for this one moment, he let himself pretend.

“First one to pass out, throw up, or fall off their seat looses!” He declared. “Ready? … Set … Go!”

Kol was confident as he threw back his first shot. There was no way Curio could beat him.

***

Kol had been wrong.

Now, he wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened, but somewhere around seventeen shots later, the whole world spontaneously decided to do a cartwheel and he’d ended up on the floor. He blinked away only a third of the spots from his vision and attempted to sit up. He would have succeeded but the bar around him elected to become a children’s mary-go-round and rocking horse at the same time and that made him somewhat sick so returned to a prone position just to avoid puking somebody else’s guts out. From somewhere in the general ‘up’ direction Kol registered the bark of Curio’s laughter.

“Je crois que cela fait de moi le gagnant, ma chère quoi-que-vous-soyez et quel-que-soit-ce-mot-en-Anglais,” They drunkenly slurred. Kol closed his eyes and groaned, reminding his drunk self to remind his sober self to remind himself never to challenge Curio to a drinking contest ever again… ever.

“Tu viens de dire que phrase complète en français,” He pointed out, half-mumbling.

“Really?” They asked.

“Mmhmm.” That was an affirmative gripe.

“Are you sure?” Curio leaned back in her stool to raise a brow at him.

“Not entirely,” He admitted with something of a shrug. Curio didn't respond so he entertained himself with absent-mindedly humming along with the record playing on the old gramophone at the back of the room.

We're all alone, no chaperone

Can't get our number

The world's in slumber

Let's misbehave

There's something wild about you child

That's so contagious

Let's be outrageous

Let's misbehave

Let's misbehaveLet's misbehaveLet's misbehaveLet's misbehave

The record was broken and just kept on skipping but that was alright because he was drunk enough for it to be funny. Somebody really should have gotten up to give it a swift kick as a reminder to work properly. Kol would have done it himself but the two and a half bottle’s worth of stolen top-shelf whiskey in his stomach combined with the unusually foul-smelling humid breeze blowing off the river through the bar’s open windows provided a convincing enough argument to keep him on the floor. The boy hadn’t known Curio had a pipe but apparently, they did because the smothering scent of tobacco washed over him as they blew rings of smoke directly at his face. He could have broken her remaining arm for something like that and probably would have had he been sober, but he didn’t because it was alright and he didn’t actually need to and tobacco smelled better than swamp anyway.

After that, Kol was quick to decide that his eyelids were simply too heavy to keep open so didn’t bother trying. He only snapped back to delayed attention because of the downright absurd noise that reached his ears. Normally, he would have called it a giggle but the sound seemed to be coming from Curio and even his intoxicated brain knew that couldn’t be right. The definitely-not-a-giggle turned into something more of a snort and that was enough to pull a verbal response from the boy. “What? What is it?”

“You’re on the floor,” Curio snickered, stating it as if it weren’t obvious. Her cheeks, rosy from all the whiskey, puffed up in a laid-back grin.

“I am,” Kol acknowledged, trying to muster up some semblance of dignity. “And what of it?” The redhead’s grin grew as wide as the Cheshire cat’s.

“You look like a dingbat.” They turned around on their stool and rested their elbows on their knees and their face on their hands.

“I don’t know what that means,” He whined, lifting his head off the floor a bit to pout at them a little.

“It means nincompoop.”

“Oh, alright, I know what that means.” He let his head fall back again, wincing as it collided with the grimy clay tile. “Ow!”

“You jake down there?”

“No, I’m still Kol.”

He wasn’t completely sure what was so funny about that statement but Curio apparently found it hilarious. They started making that not-giggle noise again and he couldn’t help but join in. Everyone else in the bar had long since gone home, no one wanted to be up and about in this part of New Orleans so late at night but Kol was a vampire and Curio was a loon so that didn’t really bother them too much. It was a nice moment actually - complicated in the sense that it probably never should have happened but it did and they were the only people who would ever know it - though Kol had always liked things like that. Call it chaos, call it anarchy, but isn’t that all life really is - the connection of seemingly unrelated events? So many people valued order and control, but not him. Order was predictable, order was boring. This was simply better.

This moment right here was nice, he thought. Laying on the floor of some dingy bar, drunk off his ass, listening to a broken record that somebody really ought to have got up and kicked while he laughed along with a one-armed redhead he’d broken out of a loony bin just three days before wasn’t something he ever thought he’d do, but it was nice all the same. It was nice because Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah had no clue where he was. They didn’t know about that dirty bar, they didn’t know about Curio, they didn’t know about the game he was playing with her or about how much he was enjoying it, they didn’t know about how free he felt when no one was around to see him - to judge him, to expect things from him. They didn’t know that his humanity had come back around the same time theirs had, because Kol had been the first to figure out how to turn it all off. He’d just never switched it back on again and he pretended that all the guilt and the self-hatred and the loneliness of nine hundred years wasn’t all bottled up inside him - locked up in the pinewood chest at the far end of the room they'd all shared as children where Elijah said all the monsters couldn’t escape from - because it was so much easier to play pretend and be a monster than it was to face the monsters in his head. His siblings didn’t know that though, they didn’t know any of it. And Kol couldn’t tell them because they all thought he was gone for good when he really wasn’t; he was just hiding because he had to hide everything from them.

But he didn’t have to hide from Curiosité.

She didn’t expect anything from him so he could just be him. Even though he wasn’t quite the him he wanted to be, that was almost alright even though it really, really wasn’t. Maybe it was just alright in that one little moment because Curio had never known him as a witch - she didn’t expect that of him. He could just be Kol, he could just be eighteen, and for once every fragmentary desideratum didn’t feel so heavy in his head. Perhaps it was all the alcohol and blood in his stomach, or perhaps it was the lunatic who was taking the time to sit there with him though he didn’t know why. But either way, Kol knew he would only have this for a moment.

So for a moment, Kol crept out of his hiding place and let himself enjoy what he’d found, knowing that for once he was safe where he was - laying on the floor of some dingy bar, drunk off his ass, listening to a broken record that somebody really ought to have got up and kicked while he laughed along with a one-armed redhead he’d broken out of a loony bin just three days before. Kol really wished he could tell her all that.

“Curiosité?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s really fun down here.”

But just like always, he could never really get all the things in his head to leave his mouth.

“Seems like it,” Curio laughed. “I think I like you better down there too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You seem happy,” She noted, thoughtfully. “Really happy.”

“Do I?” He wondered.

“You do,” They decided. He nodded, frowning.

“I think I might be,” He mused.

“You’re not positive?”

Kol just shrugged. “I think I forgot what it feels like…”

There was silence in that dingy bar and it lasted for a little while. It wasn’t bad and it wasn’t good; it just was and he was okay with that. Then Curio’s quiet, scratchy voice pierced that silence.

“I think I forgot too.”

And it was quiet again. The boy on the floor didn’t have much to say, so he closed his eyes and drifted away.

“Kol?”

“Yes, love?”

“Are we friends?”

Kol opened his eyes to see the girl with all those ugly scars on her face watching him intently. For whatever reason, those scars didn’t seem as ugly as they had a few hours before. He wondered vaguely why that was but knew he couldn’t dwell on it.

“No.” He shook his head. “‘Can’t have friends. Nik always takes ‘em from me. ‘Can’t be weak. Gotta beat ‘im.”

His speech was slurring and the world was blurring but that lunatic's next words would stick with him for more than a century to come.

“If caring about people is a weakness then mankind would have died with Adam and Eve. But last I checked, it was Cain who killed Able and the snake that laughed,” Curio said. Their voice sounded far away, like the edge of a dream.

“But I thought I was the snake?” He mumbled. Lucidity was suddenly becoming difficult to maintain.

“Maybe you don’t have to be.”

Kol closed his eyes for just a moment.

When he opened them, Curio wasn’t there anymore. Instead, there was some dumb blonde standing over him and somewhere there was a train and it was blowing its whistle and it was really loud at what was without a doubt some ungodly hour of the morning.

Except it wasn’t some dumb blonde.

It was Rebekah.

And there was no train whistle.

It was just Rebekah shrieking at him.

And it wasn’t some ungodly hour of the morning.

It was apparently-

“- FOUR FIFTY-EIGHT IN THE BLOODY EVENING! YOU’VE BEEN OUT SINCE SIX O’CLOCK YESTERDAY! WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!”

Kol sat up and looked around. All the alcohol had been put away, it was New Orleans hot, there was daylight streaming through the windows, and that old gramophone wasn’t skipping in the background. It was almost like that whole night had been just a dream.

And that thought set off a painful prick somewhere in his chest but he was back to being Kol Mikaelson, the wildest of the original family so he couldn’t tell anyone about that.

“Well, seeing as you've suddenly grown taller than me I'd say I’ve been laying on the floor of this less than fine pub for nearly twenty-four hours,” He replied, rubbing at his aching skull.

“WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!”

“Well, congratulations, sister,” He sneered. “You found me.”

All that earned him was a bloody nose. But at least it had been worth it.

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All the Pieces Pt 3

Gif not mine. Full credit to the owner. Taken from Google Images

All the Pieces

Sirius Black/Fem Reader

Warnings: unedited, mild language, alcohol consumption, brief mentions of underage drinking, small mention of bullying. Lengthy author's notes at the end. Also this was a huge PIA to write so hopefully it doesn't read too disconnected

Part 1|| Part 2|| Part 4|| Part 5

Part 3 of ?

When you touch me gently I remember how you know And the sun shines rings around your smile And I'm here laughing like a child -Pieces, Dan Powell

If it was any other person on your doorstep, you'd probably berate them for inducing that almost heart attack you just experienced. Instead you grab the familiar face by the sleeve of his worn jacket, pulling him into your living room.

"I could deck you, Remus John Lupin. I thought someone came for him. Ugh. Come here." Your arms wrap around him for a tight hug, which he returns. "He's here, Remus. He's safe." You feel Remus let out a deep sigh of relief. Pulling away, you look at him with gentle scrutiny, knowing what a toll last night took on him. "You look awful. Did you walk far? You should've told me you were coming. I could have met you."

Remus shakes his head. "I caught a train and apparated most of the way."

"Stop fussing over him, y/n. Let the poor man get past the door." Sirius's teasing voice calls out from behind you; no doubt his canine ears allowed him to hear the familiar voice even through the closed bedroom door and knew it was safe to come down.

The two men embrace; this encounter being much more relaxed than their last. No Peter, no warranted need for revenge, no threat of execution.

As you all stand in your living room, a haunting thought hits you: you three are it, the last of your true friends. Peter is the traitor. You suppress a shudder, swearing to make the most of this moment.

"You know," you say with a grin, "I happen to have a large bottle of firewhisky. Fancy a drink, boys?" Sirius's grin mirrors your own. Remus has a small tentative smile, but it's all the encouragement you need to send you to the kitchen to fetch the bottle.

The small, quaint kitchen appears even smaller with the disregarded dishes from breakfast still sitting out on your table. The sight causes a small frown to appear on your face. All the rest of the morning and most of your afternoon had been lost to the unplanned nap with Sirius. You fill your sink with soap and hot water. A few flicks of your wand and your dirty dishes are submerged in the water, scrubbed, and rinsed. The process begins again as now clean plates make their way to the drying rack, which is concerning because you dont believe you cast a spell for that. Confused, you turn to see Remus in the kitchen. He winks and wordlessly reaches your top cabinet without so much of a stretch to retrieve the bottle of firewhisky. You follow him back to the livingroom, toting three glasses.

"Cheers to freedom," you say once everyone has a full glass, "and to being reunited with old friends."

"You hear that, Remus? She thinks we're old." You roll your eyes good naturedly. Remus rests a hand on Sirius's shoulder, giving it a brotherly pat. "We are old," he says simply, before all three of you raise your glasses to your lips, sipping at the burning liquid. You each settle comfortably in your living room. Remus sits in the armchair, leaving the overstuffed couch for Sirius and you. You sit at an end, while he opts for the middle seat, but in a respectable distance of your space. The bottle of alcohol sits in arms reached on the coffee table.

"I thought you swore off this stuff y/n." Remus says with a twinkle in his eye as he takes another drink from his glass. "You know, considering your history with it.." You groan and Sirius throws his head back in laughter.

"I almost forgot," Sirius says breathlessly from laughing. "Was that seventh year?"

"Sixth. Just before we got together. I suppose I was trying to impress you," you tell him.

"You matched me drink for drink that night."

"Which was mad seeing how I never had a drink before. I spent all next morning and afternoon in bed, throwing up. It was awful."

"You're forgetting the best part," Remus interjects.

"Dancing on top of that old table in the Shrieking Shack, singing the chorus of "Rock and Roll all Nite" at the top of my lungs was far from the best part. I only wish I could forget it."

"That wasn't singing, love. More like cats dying," Sirius quips while he and Remus laugh. You say nothing, well aware how accurate the description fits. You take a long drink from your glass.

"Yes, well as, uh, entertaining as that moment was, I wasn't referring to it," says Remus. You look at him questioningly. "Have you forgotten sneaking into the Slytherin boys' dorm, stealing all their robes, turning them hot pink, changing the crest to a mountain troll, and then returning them to the dorm?"

"Oh, Merlin. That was the same night wasn't it? James had never been so keen on lending me his invisibility cloak until I concocted that plan!" The two men laugh and you join in.

"You know most of my other friends thought I was strange for being into muggle music." You say as the laughter dies down.

"Lily shouldn't have?" Sirius asks after he swallows his drink.

"No. You're forgetting Lily and I weren't friends first. We didn't really talk or hang out until she and James started dating."

"That's right. I forgot. I remember the two of you constantly together."

"Because we bonded over you two idiots. Prior to that, she never came out and said it, but I think she thought I was daft hanging around you lot most of the time. The other girls were more forgiving, but they had crushes on you all." You give a careless shrug. It was no secret how sought after the boys had been in their schooldays.

"I never quite understood how you became friends with us," Remus says.

"It was easy with you. You were so nice, calm, dependable, and not obnoxious. Peter…" you pause, choosing words carefully, not wanting present feelings to influence memories. "He was quiet and lonely. Pretty much agreeable. Again, easy. James and Sirius? I was determined to never speak to either after that boat ride our first night."

"We saved your life that night!" Sirius interjects.

"You two were the reason it needed saving! Standing up in a fucking boat because you two saw whatever in the lake. James knocking me overboard in the process."

"It was a giant squid and we rescued you."

You roll your eyes. "I was drenched, freezing and completely mortified. And as apologetic as James was, he kept calling me the wrong name." You all laugh.

"It wasn't until second year that I thought they might be okay. We had already become friends," you say looking at Remus. "I missed about a week of classes due to acute bronchitis. You spent time with me afterwards, helping me catch up. When you missed later that month, I was ready to return the favor."

Remus nods, remembering the time fondly. "You were an excellent note taker. Much better than the other three."

"Did you even take notes?" You ask with a playful glance to Sirius.

"In second year? Probably not." He grins ever so cheekily. You shake your head, but are smiling.

"So we became friends and you befriended James and Sirius by default?" Remus muses.

Sirius feigns hurt. "Are you implying we were some sort of consolation prize?"

"Actually," you interject, "They saved me once again. A group of four older boys were harassing me, just dumb taunts and knocking my books out from my hands. They came right over, not caring about being outnumbered. Got the gits to leave me alone. James finally learned my name and I realized Potter and Black weren't so awful after all."

"Those guys were jerks. It didn't sit well with us to see anyone bullied like that."

"Unless of course it was Snape," you counter.

"That was different," Sirius's free hand clenches into a fist as he takes a hard drink.

Remus is quick to change the subject. "Do you still have that remembrall?"

"The one we enchanted to go red only for James? Mhm! It's at my flat in the city."

"Do you mean our flat?" Sirius asks.

Your smile falters. "No. Sirius. I got a different place. After…everything. It was too hard."

A deafening silence falls. Each of you taking long sips from your glasses.

"Oh!" You jump up suddenly, which given your somewhat inebriated state is not the brightest idea. You stumble slightly, but Sirius steadies you, grabbing you by your hips. His fingers linger and your eyes meet. You lose yourself; for a moment you're sixteen again and his touch is more intoxicating than the alcohol. His gaze tells you he feels the same.

Remus clears his throat loudly before taking a drink from his glass.

"Thanks," you mumble, setting your glass on the table.

Sirius releases you from his grasp, though you still feel the ghost of his touch. "'Tis no trouble, darling." You sense his eyes on you as you disappear from the room, heading upstairs. Your head is buzzing, but you blame that on the alcohol…

You return downstairs to the living room, the fetched item tucked securely out of sight under your arm, and find the boys, men talking with easy smiles. It makes you so happy to witness and spend this time together. Your presence has their full attention.

"Follow me, please." You fill your glass with more firewhisky. Sirius mimics the gesture and offers Remus a refill, but he just shakes his head no and silently indicates to the liquid still in his glass. You grab your wand and lead your little group outside to the backyard. The sun sits low in the west, the sky becoming more plum and black than pink and gold. Buckbeak sits on the ground near your shed, one wing tucked over its head.

You hand Sirius your wand and then produce his prisoner robes. He laughs and even Remus looks as if he approves. Sirius waves your wand and the dingy, tattered garment is set ablaze.

After a while, you all make your way back inside. You prepare a light dinner and the eating and drinking continue with more laughs and shared memories. Hours pass. The contents of the bottle nearly drained signal the night coming to an end.

"I'm one drink away from dancing on tabletops and singing, or, screeching some A-ha, or something equally as embarrassing." you laugh. "I'm going to bed. Remus, I offered Sirius your room, but you're welcome to the couch. There are blankets and pillows in the hall closet."

"Thank you, y/n. But I should be going."

"What? No. Stay. I insist. I need to see your bemused face sipping tea when I come downstairs with a bloody hangover and you're just fine."

Remus grins. "I hate depriving you both of such a moment, but I have an appointment tomorrow morning. I've already rented a room." You frown but don't press the issue any more. "Though if you don't mind, I thought I'd travel by floo."

"Of course. Help yourself. Powder is on the mantle." You hug him close and kiss his cheek. You excuse yourself, giving the other two time to say goodbye.

As you head for the bathroom, you pause hearing their low voices.

"I'm so sorry, old friend, for believing you... betrayed them. I should have known better. I-"

"There's nothing to forgive. I doubted you, too. The war made us all fear the worst.."

Mentally, you chastise yourself for eavesdropping and begin washing your face.

Sirius has made his way upstairs. In passing his room, you say goodnight. You're about to close the door to your bedroom when he calls your name and you turn to see him stepping towards you. Without warning his lips crash down on yours. Your fingers intertwine in his dark curls at the nape of his neck as you let the kiss deepen. His hands grip your waist and he hoists you up off your feet with little effort just as he did many times all those years ago. Your legs wrap themselves around his waist as he carries you to your bed. He drops you gently and only breaks the kiss to look at you. Still hovering over you, his gray eyes search your face for the answer to an unasked question. You nod in response, but he continues to gaze at you longing to hear you say it.

"I want you."

A slow breath of relief leaves him and his mouth finds its way back to yours.

The night ends with two former lovers once again completely losing themselves in a perfect moment.

There's an unspoken understanding that the night you and Sirius shared together was more than a drunken hookup after a long night of reminiscing. But you don't repeat the night, though you share your bed with him. Nights are hard for him. Sleep doesn't always come easy and he often wakes in the middle of the night screaming, or panicked with sweat pouring off his body. But your presence brings him a comfort he can't otherwise achieve. And so, you spend your night together in your bed. Sleeping.

As days turn into weeks, a comfortable routine has set. Remus visits about once a week. Surprisingly, Sirius has taken to caring for your garden. You go into town as needed and you and Sirius cook dinner together most nights. Buckbeak, now known as Witherwings per a letter from Hagrid that reached Sirius, roams your yard freely, occasionally taking flight in the safety of the countryside night skies, always returning by daybreak. As precautions for the hippogriff and Sirius you casted Protego totalum over the cottage and yards.

During this time together, Sirius learns how you took over your parents' shop*, how you've taken on a promising young woman who mostly looks after it, leaving you to spend more time here at the cottage, which also belonged to your parents. With tears in your eyes, you told him how they died months apart just over two years ago. He comforted you, remembering them both fondly and told you they'd be proud of you.

The day is still young when you tell him you have to go to the shop to take inventory. Before you leave you call out to him.

"Since it looks like rain, can you please go through some of your things in the attic?"

"Yes, dear," he uses the term mockingly and you playfully glare back at him.

"Try not to burn the place down while I'm gone." With that, you close the door behind you.

It's late afternoon when you return home. Sirius is waiting for you. A midnight blue box in his hand.

"Will you marry me, y/n?"

*a/n: I kept this vague so you can imagine a shop that fits your personality/likes/whatever. I'll only specify this later if needed for storylines. I wanted something where you could be allotted time off easily. Personally I imagine maybe an apothecary? Or maybe an antique shop. What about you?

2: I'm thinking of writing a prequel? More like blurbs, highlighting moments between you and Sirius. But I need to know what you want to read. First engagement? First kiss? When Sirius realizes he's in love? Time at Hogwarts? Post Hogwarts but pre Azkaban?

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cocastyle · 3 years

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Robin — THREE

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 4,800

A/N - another update for you all! I just wanted to thank everyone for the feedback I have received on this series already! I love seeing people get excited for my writing snd it literally makes my day!

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There was something different about letting her feet hit the soil under the circumstances she was currently in. Y/N was used to coming out every once and a while with the hunting team, but this. . .this was different. She wasn't about to stay near by and hurry back to the bunker before the hour was up. No, she was free. She could go wherever she wanted. She could go beyond the 'walls' that the hunting team had established.

And there was no better feeling than knowing all of that.

Y/N looked around with a soft smile playing at her features, closing her eyes for a moment to soak in the sunlight before opening them again and letting out a sigh of content. She turned to Joel after that, her smile only growing at the sight of the boy taking in his surroundings.

The girl had almost forgotten that her best friend hadn't stepped foot on the surface in seven years. Joel looked around as if he couldn't believe he was actually outside and Y/N chuckled softly as she watched him inhale deeply through his nose, his face all scrunched up in a way that she could only find adorable.

Joel's eyes shot open at her laughter, playfully glaring at the girl who just smiled before gesturing towards the map in his hands. "Where to, boss?" Y/N asked.

Joel stared at her for a moment, smiling softly at the way her eyes were squinted in his direction, her hand attempting to shadow her eyes from the sun. The boy cleared his throat and looked away, his hands fumbling with the map which he quickly opened.

Y/N walked over to his side, her arm resting against his shoulder while the two both looked at the paper with looks of concentration. "Where are we?" Joel muttered, his eyes flickering over the map confused. "Well, it's not super useful."

"Don't say that. Look right there. It says avoid that area because our lives depend on it. That's useful," Y/N tried to argue. "Besides, it's the best we could do with such little time since someone decided within a span of five minutes he was leaving the bunker for the first time in seven years."

Joel shot her a look and the girl just winked at him. Letting out a small sigh, Joel began to fold up the map before saying, "You've gone on hunting trips before. Which way should we go?"

Y/N was silent for a moment as she looked around, her finger gently tapping against her lips while she surveyed the area. Finally, she looked to Joel, the boy responding with a smile for they were finally going to start on their journey. However, it quickly disappeared as she said, "I have no clue."

"What? Robin," Joel complained.

"Joel," Y/N mimicked while the boy sighed and scratched his head.

"How do you not know? You've been out here plenty of times," Joel pointed out.

"Yeah, but Connor was always the one with the compass," Y/N explained, her voice softening a bit at the mention of her friend before she hardened and looked up at the boy. "And seeing as that compass is in a decapitated monster's stomach, I don't think I'm going to be very useful."

Joel sighed before looking around again, nervously biting his lip as he tried to decide which way was the best to go. "Okay, well, you know what? We know we gotta head west, right? Well, let's just. . .do that," Joel muttered.

"Wow. I never would've thought of that one," Y/N snorted earning a small glare from the boy.

"I could really go for some non-sarcastic advice right about now," Joel told her while the girl chuckled. "Come on, Robin. Which way should we go?"

"I'm telling you, Joel, I have no idea. Just chose a direction and we'll go with that, okay? I'll follow you whenever you go," she assured him, her words making him still for a moment before he let out a shaky breath and looked around.

"Start with something easy," Joel muttered before finally gesturing one way. "West," he declared before beginning to walk that way, Y/N trotting along behind him.

However, they didn't go every far before Joel was turning on his feet, his hands grabbing ahold of Y/N’s shoulders to turn her around and push her back in the other direction. "Nope, it's this way," he said. "West is this way."

Once again, they didn't get far before Joel let out a sigh and came to a stop. Y/N stopped as well and looked to her best friend as he glanced around. "Shit," he muttered making the girl laugh. Joel glanced her way and the sight of her smile mixed with the sound of her laughter was enough to make him chuckle too.

"Shut up," Joel laughed, gently punching the girl's arm while she just smiled his way. His heart skipped a beat at the action and Joel had to look away, his smile not as bright but still gracing his face. "Split the difference," he finally decided as he gestured forward. "We'll go this way. Done. First decision made."

Y/N cracked her neck before hopping into place beside Joel. The boy looked to her in amusement and she just flashed him that smile of hers.

"Let's do this."

- - -

Dear Aimee,

I am doing it. I'm really doing it!

Honestly, I thought it'd be way worse too. So far, it's not too bad.

Robin makes it easy. She fills the silence with some stories of past hunting trips she's been on. Not really what I want to hear while walking through the very place that holds all the monsters she's talking about. But it's kind of impossible not to get lost in the way she tells a story. She just gets so excited and there's this sparkle in her eyes that makes you want to listen to her talk forever.

We've seen a lot of signs of death, but no actual death, so cross your fingers.

Trying to stay positive. Weather's nice. Getting some fresh air. Spending time with my best friend.

What else can I tell ya?

- - -

"You should've seen the look on Tim's face," Y/N told the boy, her body shaking with laughter as she flashed a smile Joel's way. "But how was I supposed to know that cutting off the monster's head would make bile shoot out of the hole and onto him?"

"Gross," Joel laughed, shaking his head at the girl who just chuckled at the memory. "That's why Tim came back one day and showered for like an hour."

"Yeah. And then everyone got mad at him because he was using so much water," Y/N said earning another round of laughter from the two as they walked through a bus graveyard they had stumbled upon a few minutes prior.

A comfortable silence fell among the two at that point, small smiles still on their faces as they walked through the tall grass and looked around. "Oh," Joel muttered, his arm shooting out and in front of the girl as he slowly backed away from one of the buses. "Watch out. Monster eggs."

Y/N looked at what he was talking about and grimaced before looking around them. "Where do you think the monsters that came out of those eggs went?" she questioned, continuing to glance around while Joel went behind her and began to push her forward.

"I don't really plan on sticking around to find out," Joel admitted, pushing the girl the rest of the way out of the bus graveyard before joining her by her side once again as they approached what seemed to be the remnants of an old neighborhood.

"I wonder what our houses look like now," Y/N muttered, her gaze on the house in front of them that was overrun with vines and other greenery. "You think our things are still there?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe," Joel said, but his gaze was on the ground where he could see something red sticking up off the grass. He bent down to pick the object up, a small smile appearing on his face as he wiped off the grass and realized that the object was a frisbee. "Cool," he muttered causing the girl to look his way. His eyes flickered over the faded lettering as he whispered, "Wham-O."

The words had no sooner left his mouth before the familiar screeching of a monster filled the air. Y/N reacted without hesitation, her hands flying up to grab her katanas which she had by her side within a second.

"No," Joel whispered, the disappointment of already running into a monster after not even a full day on the road almost as strong as his nerves. He subconsciously took a step closer to Y/N who was still holding her katanas up in the air, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area.

"We should find somewhere to take cover," Y/N finally said after realizing the monster wasn't as close as she had initially thought.

"Run and hide," Joel remembered, nodding his head slightly. He looked around for a moment before gesturing towards the house. "Hide in the house. Hide in the house."

Y/N stuffed her katanas back into their sheaths before grabbing ahold of Joel's hand. "Come on," she whispered, dragging the boy forward while he quickly stuffed the frisbee into his backpack.

They hurried to the house as quickly and as quietly as possible, only letting go of each other's hand once they reached the door that was wide open. Knowing there wasn't much room to work with the katanas inside, Y/N reached for her crossbow instead. Joel did the same and the two shared a look before slowly creeping inside.

Y/N moved towards the kitchen, her crossbow up as she looked around. Joel was behind her and she didn't pay attention to him until she heard him begin to open something up. Furrowing her eyebrows, she turned around in time to see him opening up a fridge.

A loud screech filled the air and Joel slammed the door shut before backing up as quick as possible, Y/N moving to his side with her crossbow aimed at the fridge. She momentarily glanced towards Joe who gave her a nervous smile before whispering, "I think the food's expired."

Y/N rolled her eyes at that, but her lips tugged up slightly in amusement before she slowly nudged the boy out of the kitchen. Once they were out, the two took off towards the back door and into the backyard.

They both hesitated in the middle of the yard while looking to the house to see if the monster had ended up following them. Luckily, it didn't seem to have left the fridge, so Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and returned her crossbow to the hook on her backpack.

"Pro tip about surviving monsters," Y/N began, glancing towards Joel who looked her way. "Never look in a place they could be hiding."

"But that was a refrigerator," Joel argued, his eyes wide.

"Especially refrigerators," Y/N retorted before turning and beginning to walk away. Joel stood there dumbfounded as she left, trying to process why refrigerators would be such a big hiding spot for monsters.

A bubbling sound seemed to snap the boy out of his thoughts and he furrowed his eyebrows before glancing to his left and at a small pond. He could see small bubbles rising from one area and he let out a shaky breath before whispering, "R-Robin?"

"Yes, Joel?" Y/N asked, turning to look back, but she froze at the sight of Joel staring at the pond where not one, not two, but three eyes had popped out of the water to stare at him.

The two were frozen in place as a monster began to emerge from the water. It looked as if it were the mutation of a frog, it's body similar to the amphibian, just larger, grosser and with more eyes.

"Joel," Y/N whispered, reaching up to grab her crossbow. "Back up."

The boy didn't respond, a look of stunned terror on his face as he slowly reached for his crossbow as well. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the monster, his throat constricting at the thought of this already being the end.

"Joel," Y/N insisted, but it was too late. The monster's tongue was already shooting towards the boy, but something flew across the air and knocked him out of the way just in time.

Y/N didn't have time to look at what jumped at Joel and reacted quickly, pulling her crossbow out as fast as she possibly could and firing at the monster without hesitation. The arrow managed to land in one of the monster's eyes and it let out a roar that made both Joel and Y/N’s eyes widen in response.

"I think you made it mad!" Joel yelled causing the girl to look his way for the first time. She faltered slightly at the sight of a dog standing atop his chest.

"Is that. . .a dog?" she questioned, her eyes wide with shock.

"Robin!" Joel exclaimed, his voice bringing her back to reality in time for her to dodge the tongue attack that was now being thrown in her direction. The dog ran towards the monster without hesitation, putting itself between Y/N and the creature as it barked.

Joel was on his feet in an instant and attempted to run towards the girl who was trying to pull herself up onto her feet after having the air knocked from her lungs. However, he didn't get far before he was thrown against the wall by a hit from the monster's tongue. He landed with a loud groan, but quickly sat up as he felt something grab ahold of his leg.

"No! No, no, no. No!" Joel cried out as he recognized the tongue of the monster which had wrapped around his ankle. He felt a small tug and began sliding across the ground, a yell escaping his lips as he began picking up speed. He was just about to reach the fallen tree in the yard when he felt a hand grab ahold of his own. Joel's eyes flew upward and he yelled out, "Y/N!"

Y/N had her jaw clenched in concentration, her hand holding on tightly to Joel's as she propped her feet against the tree trunk in order to keep them in place. They could hear the dog barking in the background, but it sounded muffled over the sound of their beating hearts and their own voices.

"Robin," Joel cried, his eyes filling with tears as he brought his other hand up to desperately latch onto hers.

"I gotcha," Y/N assured him. "You're okay." However, it seemed she spoke too soon because the edge of the trunk broke and Y/N suddenly fell forward, the two now sliding across the ground together but with some resistance since the girl was clawing at the ground.

She managed to hook her hand into a small hole in the ground and glanced back at Joel who was yelling in fear before she attempted to look around. Y/N’s eyes landed on the dog that was still barking at the creature and then she looked at the monster before letting out a sigh.

"Joel, you gotta trust me on this, okay?" Y/N asked, her words making the boy look up at her confused.

"Trust you on what?" he replied, but then she was letting go of his hand and Joel began screaming as he reached for the fallen tree.

Y/N rolled up onto her feet before pulling her katanas out of their sheaths. She ran past Joel who was still sliding across the ground towards the monster and ran at the monster at full speed.

The dog must've realized she was attacking because it ran to Joel and bit into the monster's tongue right as Y/N launched herself into the air and sliced the katanas across the monster's face. The monster roared in pain and anger, it's head thrashing to the side and hitting Y/N with so much force that she went flying towards the fence.

However, during the monster's pain and anger, it had managed to let go of Joel who scrambled to his feet. He ran over to Y/N and was quick to help her up, the girl wincing slightly and shoving her katanas back into their sheaths before shaking off the pain once she noticed the monster attempting to pull its way out of the water.

"We need to go!" Joel exclaimed, his arm wrapping around Y/N before the two ran through the hole in the fence and after the dog. They managed to make it through the hole moments before the monster went crashing through the fence and Joel held onto Y/N tighter as they ran, both of their breathing ragged as they followed the dog to who knows where.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Joel yelled after the dog who continued to pick up his speed. "Where are you going?"

"He's not going to answer you!" Y/N yelled before watching as the dog ran into an old bus. "There!"

Joel followed her gaze and was quick to pull her that direction, his arm still wrapped around her waist all the way there before he shoved her through the door first and hurried in after her.

The dog closed the door right behind them and Joel looked at the dog impressed as he whispered, "Whoa. Whoa, that was so cool."

They could hear the faint sound of the monster growing further away and it was only when it was gone that they finally moved. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Y/N leaned back against Joel who wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let his head rest against her own.

"We're alive," he whispered.

"Barely," Y/N muttered, the two letting out shaky breaths as they attempted to slow their breathing down.

Once they had managed to calm down some, the two let go of each other and looked down at the dog. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N took a step forward and looked around. Inside the bus was a makeshift home of sorts, complete with a bed for both a person and the dog, clothes, some belongings, and numerous crafts lining the inside as if someone had spent the last seven years making nothing but decorations.

"Nice place," Joel commented, looking to the dog who was now laying on his bed. "Can we sit?" The dog glanced at him and Joel looked to Y/N who shrugged. The boy watched the dog hesitantly and made a move to sit down. When the animal didn't show any sign of disagreement, Joel fully sat down. "Thanks."

Y/N walked over as well, but she kneeled down in front of the dog who looked to her with big round eyes. "Hey there, buddy," she whispered, carefully holding her hand out. The dog looked to her hand and leaned forward, sniffing her fingers for a second before licking them. Smiling, Y/N reached forward and let her fingers brush through the dog's hair. "Thank you for saving us back there. Where did you come from, huh? You got a master coming back soon?"

"Robin," Joel whispered. The girl hummed in response and looked his way only to find the boy pointing towards some dishes that looked as if they hadn't been cleaned in a really long time. Y/N instantly put two and two together before looking back at the dog who was leaning into her touch as she scratched behind his ears.

"You all alone?" Joel asked, his eyes flickering over the dog before finally looking at Y/N who he couldn't help but smile at as he watched her interact with the animal.

The dog leaned back at Joel's words and Y/N sighed before standing up and sitting down beside Joel on the bed. "Yeah, us too. I mean, we have each other, but. . .you get what I mean," Joel explained while Y/N smiled softly and placed a hand on top of the boy's.

Joel smiled back and flipped his hand over in order to hold her hand and give it a small squeeze. Feeling content with the comfort his best friend provided him, Joel began to look around until his eyes landed on some graffiti on the bus that read 'Boy.'

"Boy?" he questioned, the name instantly making the dog sit up. Joel and Y/N both shared a look before Joel looked back to the dog. "Is that your name? Boy? Your name is Boy." The dog continued to look at him and Y/N smiled softly as she leaned against Joel.

"I'm Y/N," she said. "But this one right here calls me Robin."

"And I'm Joel," the boy spoke up. "But people call me Batman."

"They do not," Y/N snorted making the boy pout.

"No one calls you Robin," Joel tried to argue.

"You call me Robin," Y/N pointed out.

Knowing he was defeated, Joel looked back to Boy before nodding at the dog. "Nice to meet ya," he said. "Like Robin said earlier. . .thanks, uh. . .thanks for saving my life, Boy."

Boy lowered his head and Y/N just watched the dog with a small smile while Joel used his free hand to pick up a red dress that was lying on the makeshift bed. "Is this a dress?" he asked. However, the words had barely left his mouth before Boy was up and pulling the dress from his grasp.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Sorry," Joel said as Boy ripped the dress away and laid back down on his bed with the dress next to him. "Okay, I won't touch it again."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over Boy, frowning slightly as she realized the dress must've belonged to his owner. Thinking the same thing, Joel asked, "Was that your owner's?"

Boy didn't move and Joel glanced towards Y/N. "It's okay," Joel assured the dog. "You don't have to talk about it. Sorry."

"Did you. . .did you think one of us was her?" Y/N asked, thinking back to the way the dog had grown so protective of them. Boy didn't look at them, but he didn't have to. Y/N was pretty sure he had thought one of them was his owner coming back to him.

"I'm gonna lie down too," Joel said, letting go of Y/N’s hand to pull his backpack off. "Is that o—" The dog looked his way and Joel slowed his actions down. "No, it's okay. Just my backpack." Boy laid back down and Joel let out a small sigh as he set the backpack down. However, he paused as he glanced towards Y/N and it registered in his head that there was only one bed.

"I forgot there's only one bed. Here, you take the bed," Joel told her, already beginning to get up. "I'll just lay on the ground."

Y/N rolled her eyes and reached up to grab the boy's wrist. Joel hesitated and looked back at her while she just gave him a small smile. "We've been best friends for years, Joel. Just shut up and lay down with me," she told him. "Don't worry. I won't bite."

Y/N then gave him a small wink and stood up to take off her backpack and katanas, not noticing the way Joel's cheeks reddened slightly. Although, he wasn't completely sure why that was happening either.

With the bed obviously only being made for one person, the two both had to lay on their side. Joel got on first and leaned all the way back against the far side before opening up his arms. Y/N got in next and laid beside him, the boy freezing as she laid down before he put his arm down at his side not daring to hold the girl like he found himself wanting to.

Y/N was glad Joel couldn't see her face for she was sure she had a slight frown on her face at the fact that he hadn't even wanted to hold her. However, her thoughts were pushed aside as she felt the boy gently nudge her before pointing towards the ceiling where they could see a stuffed dog and girl pinned up next to each other.

"You know," Joel said, glancing over at Boy, "I had a girl, too, once. I mean, I have Y/N, but I'm talking about a different girl. Think you would've really liked her. Yeah, you guys would totally get along. She—She loves dogs. I mean, all animals. She's a big animal lover."

Y/N closed her eyes as the boy began to ramble, especially thankful for not having to face the boy as she listened to him talk about Aimee. Usually she was able to ignore what he was saying, but something about being this close to him, close enough that she could feel his warmth and the way his breath fanned against her neck, and having to hear him talk about another girl was more painful than ever before.

"I haven't seen her in seven years," Joel muttered after a moment of silence. "Long time. That's why I'm trying to go find her. I haven't told anyone this, but I'm kinda nervous about it."

Y/N opened her eyes at that, her face softening at the boy's words. It seemed Boy was touched by his words as well because he got up and plopped down right beside their bed, the dress still in his mouth. He closed his eyes and Y/N smiled softly before reaching down and petting the dog one more time.

"Goodnight, Boy," she whispered, Joel repeating her words while the dog let out a small whine before going to sleep.

A silence filled the room after that, but Y/N knew neither of them were able to sleep. She waited for a moment before whispering, "Are you actually nervous to see Aimee?"

Joel let out a soft sigh, his breath fanning the back of her neck before he whispered, "Yeah." He paused for a moment. "It's been seven years. What if she doesn't want to see me?"

Sighing, the girl turned around in the bed until she was facing Joel. Their faces were an inch or two apart and she noticed Joel's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but it quickly disappeared as he looked into her eyes and relaxed a bit.

Y/N’s eyes searched his own as she said, "Aimee would have to be crazy to not want to see you. You're one of the best people out there, Joel, and that was even before ninety five percent of the population was killed."

Joel smiled softly at that and looked down. "I don't know," he whispered, but the girl quickly shook her head before gently reaching out and forcing his chin up so he could look at her.

"You need to stop doubting yourself, Joel. You have such a big heart and are one of the kindest and funniest people I know. You're making one of the most romantic gestures just daring to take this journey to see her. If she doesn't want to see you, then there's something wrong with her. Trust me. All you need to do is stay calm. Everything will work out in the end," she assured him, smiling softly as she caressed his cheek once with her thumb.

Joel couldn't speak as he looked at her, his eyes flickering over her face for a moment as he tried to process all that she had just said. He couldn't help but notice the rapid beating of his heart. Seeing as it was feeling he had never experienced around the girl before, Joel pushed it aside as nothing but fear of a monster attacking while they slept. But still. . .there was something about the feeling that was familiar. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Y/N was turning around before Joel could think anymore about it, nestling into the pillow as she closed her eyes. "Besides," she muttered, "your ass dragged me out of that bunker and I'm not about to let you have second thoughts or I'll kill you before any of these monsters can."

Joel chuckled softly at that, his whole body relaxing just because of the girl's presence. He stared at the back of her head for a moment, his eyes trailing down her form before he reached out and slowly let his arm wrap around her waist. Y/N responded by leaning backwards and into his chest while the boy pulled her closer to him and let his face nestle into the crook of her neck.

Y/N smiled softly as her eyes fluttered close once again, a sigh escaping her lips as she whispered out, "Goodnight, Joel."

"Goodnight, Robin."

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mimi-cee-hq · 3 years

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Sendai's Pageant of Starlight - Iwaizumi x Reader

This one-shot is for @cafemiya. I hope you like it. I get a little nervous writing for other talented writers. :)

Summary: Because of a pair of misplaced skates, you and Iwaizumi end up walking down Jozenji-dori Avenue together almost as if... Wait, is this a date?

Genre and Tropes: Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers

Words: 1,057

Author's Notes: I did some research on Sendai, but don't expect it to be completely accurate. I did what I could with online articles, photos and Google Maps. lol.

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Iwaizumi grabbed his hair as Oikawa asked him for the hundredth time, "Pleeeease. Just for half an hour at least?"

"Ugh," Iwaizumi threw his skates at him, knocking Oikawa over. You sighed at Oikawa's behaviour, but it wasn't like you were any better. Because you had forgotten about your plans in downtown Sendai, you rushed out of your house, leaving not only your skates but also your scarf and mittens.

You bounced your knees as you sat on the stone steps across Kotodai Park, watching the guys tie up their skates. You wanted to go someplace warmer, but that would defeat the purpose of coming here. So you grit your teeth and bore with the wind that bit your cheeks.

"Hey Y/n. Want to walk down Jozenji-dori Avenue?" asked Iwaizumi. "We could pass by a Seven-Eleven or check out some stuff in those heated tents."

Oh. That was right. You had forgotten that all the lights were up for Sendai's Pageant of Starlight. You had a passing thought about how he probably noticed how cold you were, but excitedly, you replied with a grin, "Sure! Let's go!"

As the two of you rounded the corner, you were met with the thousands of lights lining the usually green walkway that parted Jozenji-dori Avenue. Bare trees were now traced with lights. Some were yellow, others were blue and pink but, where you stood, most were laced with crystal white.

And suddenly, all the lights turned off.

"Uhh... what just happened?" asked Iwaizumi.

You giggled at him just as the lights turned back on a second later. "I guess it's 7 o'clock," you told him. "That's when the lights wink at you."

But with your next step, you slipped.

There wasn't much snow left on the ground since this morning's temperatures were above freezing. But it had gotten colder after the sun had set in the late afternoon, producing the patch of black ice that made you tumble.

"Y/n, are you alright?" asked Iwaizumi.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Except now your hands were numb from touching the frigid ice when you broke your fall. 'This is so embarrassing,' you thought, your cheeks suddenly feeling warmer.

A gloved hand offered to help you back to your feet. "Here, put on my gloves," Iwaizumi told you. He must have noticed your bare hands.

"No, it's okay!" you insisted, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets. "Don't worry about it!"

Removing his gloves, he grabbed your hands. "Y/n," he said sternly, "your hands are freezing." When you continued to deny his help, he sighed and placed his glove over your left hand. "We'll just share them then, alright?"

Just as you were about to ask how that would even work, he wrapped his fingers around your right hand and placed both of your hands into his left pocket. You blinked a few times, opening your mouth to say something, but you were speechless.

The warmth from Iwaizumi's hand comforted your cold, stiff fingers. After a while, you were able to move them again – not that you dared to. The rest of your body started to heat up as well and you were sure it was because your crush was holding your hand.

You often studied with Iwaizumi over the nine months of your third year of high school. You simply realized you worked well together after being in the same group for a project. (With a smirk, you also watched him scold the other third years to do their work.) It was all platonic and comfortable for you until you started realizing how attractive he was when you saw a glimpse of his skills as the ace of his team. Or maybe that was just the moment you knew those feelings were there all along.

On the other hand, Iwaizumi never showed any romantic interest in you – at least, not until now. And with his sudden boldness to take your hand so casually, your brain was trying to make sense of everything while your heart wanted you to squeal with joy and release all of your giddy feelings. But with all of this going on in your inner being, you were silent on the outside.

"Uh...," Iwaizumi rubbed the back of his neck, "do you want to grab some hot chocolate for a drink? It might warm you up some more."

"Oh! Umm...," you said shyly. "No thank you." You didn't need it. You were pretty sure the blush on your cheeks – and probably the rest of your body – provided more than enough heat.

You mentally scolded yourself to act like normal, to be comfortable around him like usual. But you gradually stopped being self-conscious, not because you told yourself to, but because Iwaizumi walked you down the avenue, chatting with you like always. You walked under a tunnel of lights together, watching some kids running down from one side and speeding back. You also took a selfie together in front of the star and lights that were fashioned like a Christmas tree.

Then you saw a wall with lights in the shape of a heart. You thought to avoid it, considering the two of you weren't actually on a date. Wait, was this a date?

"Could you take a picture of us?" Iwaizumi asked a passerby, handing his phone for a photo in front of the heart. If his hand still wasn't wrapped around yours, you would have buried your face in your palms.

Standing close by your side, with both his and your hands still in his pocket, he smiled at the camera. When you realized you were staring at him for too long, you finally turned towards the camera as well.

"These turned out nice," Iwaizumi said, smiling at the pictures.

"Um... Iwaizumi..." you started. Your reason had finally won over your feelings. You had to make sure what was going on wasn't just a dream. But before you could ask, he interrupted you.

"Would you consider dating me?" he said in a rush of words. And then you saw it. Under the night sky with the thousands of LED stars, you saw his face turn red, worried about your response.

"A-are you serious?"

"If you don't want to, that's okay too-"

"Yes!!! A thousand times yes!!" you hugged him in delight.

The lights suddenly turned off again signaling that it had been an hour since the first ‘wink’. Iwaizumi gave you a quick kiss during that split second when the lights weren't watching.

*****

"Uhh... Oikawa. Your skates are right here," commented Makki.

"Shhh... Don't tell anyone."

*****

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aidanrgallagher7 · 3 years

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Love in The Midst of Doomsday~

Five Hargreaves × Reader

Chapter Three

Chapter Four: Day Four

Word Count 3.4k

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of past trauma: panic attack and anxiety in this chapter.

Carrying Luther to the car was a struggle, to say the least. He is half man, half ape, meaning twice the deadweight to carry. It took all three of you to get him in the car, and Vanya drove us back to Luther's little shack that he's been living in for the past year being in Dallas. Luther woke up once she stopped the car, convenient for the three of you.

Luther "Where the hell am I?"

Five "Good morning sleepy head, you just got home!"

Luther "Five? What happened, why am I in this car..with you and Vanya..and-" he looks at you.

"Hi, my name is Y/n."

Luther "Why are you here?"

Five "Because she is my wife." Luther inhaled so deeply that he started choking on his own saliva, which made Five get a good chuckle.

Luther "I'm sorry, I must have heard that wrong-"

Five "Have you forgotten that I am way older than you, number one?" Luther rolls his eyes, "Why is it so hard for all of you to comprehend that I am old enough to be married?!"

Luther "Because you don't look a day over sixteen..and neither does your wife."

"What happened to Five, happened to me as well. It is just as weird for us as it is for all of you. But this is just how it is right now.."

Luther sighs, "I am sorry for freaking out..you seem like a nice girl."

Vanya "Do you want to go inside? You got hit really hard." Luther touches his head and flinches from the pain.

Luther "Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea. It was nice to meet you Y/n."

"..you too."

Five "Lovely seeing you, as always Luther." He smiled fakely. Luther does not respond, only opening up the car door and slamming it behind him.

Five chuckles, "Dad should've left him on the moon." You sigh and fix a piece of hair that had fallen into his green eyes.

"Vanya will talk to him. He'll come around, he has too."

Five nods, "I still need to find Klaus and Allison."

"We will." He nods and pulls you into his chest and holds you for a little while. After what feels an hour passes by, Five gets impatient and gets out of the car to stretch his legs. All of a sudden, there is a hole in the brick wall, where Luther is supposedly staying. Five looks up and he sees his brother's fist through the wall and laughs to himself.

"What the hell?!"

Five "I guess things aren't going well.."

"Mmm.." you were going to say something but Vanya came walking down the sidewalk.

Five "Well that went well-"

Vanya "I'm going back to the farm."

Five "What are you talking about?! You can't do that-we all need to stick together!"

Vanya "Were you ever going to tell me?" Five looks at her confused, "Y'know, the real reason that caused the apocalypse?" Five looks up and curses towards his brother but you couldn't tell what he was saying. "Why didn't you tell me!? Were you ever going to-?""

Five "No, can you blame me?"

"Five.."

Five "-When you get mad..shit blows up." You sigh to yourself, knowing that was not the right way to tell her about her powers.

Vanya shrugs, "Great. Any other family issues that you have to tell me about?" She gets in the car and you get out of the car.

Five "Plenty! But there is no time for…" he stops talking because her window is still up, so he knocks on the window for her to roll it down. When she does, he continues his side of the conversation. "Look, the time is ticking on doomsday. So please tell me that when I need you, you'll be ready."

Vanya "I can't help you Five, I don't even know who I am."

Five "You are our sister!"

Vanya "I was, I'm not that person anymore. New timeline, new me." And then she drove off.

Five "THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS!-" she continued to drive off, leaving you and Five behind.

"Well, this took a drastic turn.."

Five huffs, "We don't have time for this..come on, let's get back to your father's." He takes your hand and he blinks the two of you back to your father's apartment building.

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When you guys return, you find Diego and Lila on the sofa. Lila is dressing Diego's stab wound while snacking, while your father is rushing around the house like a madman.

Diego "Where have you been?"

Five "Found Vanya..and saw Luther again."

Diego "Wait, you did?"

Five "Yeah..you were out when she used her powers in an open field. By the way I see it, the Swedes found her and tried to eliminate her, but she got scared of course..and you know what happens when she gets scared..or mad."

Diego "Will they come back?"

Five sighs, "I don't know."

Diego "And you let her go, why?!"

Five "I couldn't stop her from leaving, Diego. She'll come around. Just give her time." Elliot hands him a cup of coffee and you your cup as well.

"Thanks dad." He smiles and kisses your head.

Elliot "You good, kiddo?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired, that's all."

Elliot "Maybe stay home tonight, huh?"

"I'll think on that, thanks again for the coffee daddy." His eyes sparkle for a moment, hearing you call him daddy made his heart just about burst.

Lila "Do you know who sent them..the Swedes?"

Five "Oh, I have my suspicions." He grins and takes a sip of his coffee. "But the main priority is to find dad and get some answers. Because everything else depends on it."

Diego "I had him-"

Five "Yeah and you let him go-"

Diego "He stabbed me."

Lila laughs and offers him a high five, to which he does not contribute too.

Five "Good news is, I know where dad is going." He says as he takes a piece of paper out of his pocket. You sit down next to him and he shows it to you first, before handing it to Diego.

"This is great news!" He smiles and then he hands it over for his brother to read.

Diego "Where did you find this?"

Five "In dad's office, while he was busy stabbing you." He smiles.

Diego *fakes a laugh* "Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consulate General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite you to a gala-"

Elliot "Wait, Hillenkoetter?"

Five "Yeah, why? Do you know em?"

Elliot "Hillenkoetter is one of the Majestic Twelve!"

Diego "The Majestic Twelve?"

Elliot "They are a secret committee of scientists, military, deep state. They are the shadow government." He says as he rummages through some papers on his desk and pulls out a photograph. "Here." He hands it to Five to take a look at. "Kennedy was the first president to ever try to push them into the light but the committee is not one to be toyed with.."

Five looks closer and closer at the picture, "That is Hoyt right there." Elliot said as he pointed to a man.

Diego "I only count eleven."

"Then who is the twelfth?" Five looks at you and then at Diego when he realizes that the twelfth person is their father.

Five "This only means that we need to talk to dad before he goes through whatever the hell the committee is planning."

Diego "We should get ready." Five nods and gulps down the last few sips of his coffee and then he goes into your room to clean himself up.

Lila "You look exhausted darling." She says as you lay your head back against the sofa.

"Sorry.."

Lila "I wasn't asking for an apology, you can't help being tired, Y/n."

You nod and offer her a smile, "Thanks."

Lila "What else is wrong?"

"Just have a lot on my mind."

Diego "That is to be expected." You nod, "But we'll get through it. All of us."

"I know we will."

Diego "You know, I am glad that you are here Y/n. You are a nice addition to this insane, dysfunctional family." You giggle.

"Thank you Diego, that means a lot."

Diego "Of course. If you need anything, I'll gladly help you, alright?" You thank him again, "I mean, I will gladly beat up Five if he ever does anything to you.." you burst out laughing and roll your eyes.

"He is a great husband."

Diego puts his hands up in defense, "Alright, I'm just making sure. But seriously, if you need anything, I'm there."

"Thank you Diego, really..thank you." He pats your hand and gets up from the sofa.

"Come on Lila, we have to get dressed up for the GALA!" He dramatized 'gala' to make us all laugh.

Lila "Yes sir." She solutes him and then winks at you before leaving the room. You begin to rub away the little headache that is starting to form in your brain.

Elliot "That's it, you are staying home!"

"Oh my god."

Elliot "Nope. You are staying home and you are resting with your old dad while Five and Diego go to that Gala."

"But what if-"

Five "You are staying home, hun." You look behind you and see Five standing in your bedroom doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

You huff, "Why?"

Five "Just come here, will you?" You stand up and make your way over to your bedroom and wait for Five to shut the door behind him. "I want you to stay here babe."

"Why? I can help."

Five "I know that you can, but you have helped so much these last few days..you can rest tonight."

"But what if something happens? I can be there to help-"

Five "This is mine and Diego's family business. Our father will not know us and things can get dangerous."

"It already did, Five. Diego got stabbed."

Five "That is my point Y/n, I don't want that to happen to you."

"Have you forgotten that I was the one who trained you, Five?" He snickers and grins. "I showed you everything that you know. I just can't blink like you can, that is the only difference that we have between the two of us."

Five "Baby, I know how strong you are. I know how talented you are at what you do..I just have a gut feeling that you should stay home." You start to walk away from him and you sit down on your bed. He blinks his way over to you instead of walking, which makes you jolt.

"You could've walked."

Five "But where's the fun in that?" He makes you laugh and in return, he laughs. You are the only person that brings him joy. The only person that makes him genuinely happy. "But I am being serious Y/n. Please stay home, for me..stay home."

"Okay. Alright, I will." He blinks long out of relief those words gave him.

Five "Thank you..now come on." He takes your hand.

"Where are we going now?!"

Five "To shower, we need it." Both of you smile and head towards the shower to relax and enjoy each other's company before he leaves for only god knows how long tonight.

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Later that night, you watched Five, Diego and Lila leave to go to that Gala. You really wanted to go with them but Five would not allow it. For some reason, you could not change his mind. So as they went, you stayed back with your dad.

Elliot "Oh, why such a long face?" You just look at him, "Now why such a mad face?" That makes you giggle a bit. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms.

"I just have to stop worrying.."

Elliot "Yes, you do. Five is strong-"

"I taught him how to be an assassin."

Elliot's eyes got big, "Of course you did..all of the more reason why you need to stop worrying."

"Mhm.." you get up to get something to drink while your dad turns on the television to see if anything good was on. Sadly, there was nothing on but stupid politics because the president is coming to town. You roll your eyes as you hear some of the bullshit that comes from the news peoples mouths.

Elliot "I know, I know..I'm turning it-" there is a knock on the door, startling the two of you. It couldn't be Five or Diego because Five would have just blinked his way in like he always does. "I got it sweetie." He walks over to the door and opens it. Revealing a huge man in the doorway, carrying some of his belongings.

Elliot "Can I help you?"

The man "I am looking for Five..he's my brother. He said that he would be here." You walk up to him and much to your relief, you see Luther.

Luther "Y/n!" He drops his belongings and pulls you in for a huge bear hug. You almost don't know what to do because you don't know him like you know Diego, but nonetheless, you hug him back.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Luther "Five told me that he would be here..is he?"

"Uh no, him and Diego just left actually."

Luther "Ah, okay. Do you know when he will be back?"

"No," you laugh, "I never know when he will be back."

Luther laughs, "Yeah well neither do his siblings.."

Elliot "Um, you are welcome to stay until he comes back." Luther places his things down on the floor and sinks his body into the sofa. "Bad day?"

Luther "Yeah." He said as he looked around the room, focusing on a bottle of nitrous.

Elliot chuckles, "Want some nitrous?" You roll your eyes.

"That is my que..goodnight boys."

Luther "Uh, you don't want-"

"No, I'll pass. You two have fun though."

Elliot "Goodnight sweetie." You just nod and head to your bed.

You hear the two of them talking gibberish so loudly that you couldn't even rest. You have to admit that some of the things that they would say made you laugh so hard that your stomach started to hurt. But then you would remember that your boys were still at that Gala and you have no idea what is going on. The stress and anxiety it brung you made you feel nauseous. You had to repeat to yourself that he is fine, that he is okay, and that he can handle anything. But even the strongest can be unmatched with a single gunshot. That is what worries you, hell, it worried you while you had to work special jobs for the Handler a few months ago. There was a mole in the Commission and she made you fish him out. Things got messy and you ended up with a bullet wound in your side. You made it out, but the mole didn't. It was either you or him, and you had to live. Yes, you lost an old friend but he turned on you, he gave you no other choice. You put your head in the palm of your hands because you can't believe that you are thinking back on that tragedy. You even find yourself feeling for your scar over top of your shirt.

"Come on, why do you have to do this to yourself?!" You ask yourself. "Come on, pull yourself together..pull yourself together." You repeat to yourself over and over until you stop hyperventilating. Thinking about your past when Five was gone, brings you such heartache that it leaves you shaking in the corner of your room every single time. You found that repeating that same mantra that it calms you down as best as you can without the help of Five. He knows that you struggle and he helps you immensely. So when he was gone, not only did you struggle without him, you had to deal with the loss of him as well. Needless to say, those five years were the worst years of your life.

You force yourself up onto your bed and you position yourself into a tight human ball and hold yourself until you fall asleep from being mentally exhausted.

…

You feel a change in temperature and a flash of blue light comes into your room. You slowly blink your eyes to wake yourself up to find Five sitting at the edge of your bed.

"..hey." you say sleepily. You hear his sniffle before he looks at you. "Five..your nose-"

Five "Yeah, I know." You are wide away now, rushing yourself towards his side. You grab a tissue and start to wipe the little blood that was coming from his left nostril.

"What happened to you?"

Five grunts as he takes off his blazer, "The Swedes were there. They ambushed all of us."

"Oh my god-"

Five "Lila got the guy off of me." He thinks back on that exact moment. He remembers how shocked he was, how puzzled he was on why she would save him over Diego.

"She fought them off of me but not Diego..she has a hard on for Diego!"

"What, do you think that she's-"

Five "Part of the Commission, yes I do."

"If she was, we would know her."

Five "Not if the Handler has been hiding her, Y/n. Why else would she save me, huh?"

"I don't know. Maybe she has grown to like you-"

Five "Come on Y/n, wake up! We worked for that woman for years! She has tried to kill the both of us multiple times! Why is it wrong to think that Lila was sent here to spy on us?" You don't know what to say. All you can do is think. Think back on every time you almost died doing one of her missions, thinking about how you almost lost Five so many times. And how the Handler was always right there, while it was happening. It makes you sad to think that the woman who took you in, could be the woman who is trying to kill you and your husband.

Five "Hey.."

"Hmm? Sorry I was thinking."

Five "Look, I'm not saying that I know for sure but tonight made it pretty damn obvious to me that my suspicions are correct."

"So what do we do?"

Five paces around the room, scratching his head as he walked, "I don't know yet. But I don't want you alone with her, understood?"

"Yeah." He hears the worry in your voice and his anger quickly subsides and his husband-side comes out. He cups your cheeks and he calmly kisses your lips.

Five "I'm sorry for yelling."

"I know. Thank you for telling me your suspicions..and I believe you."

Five nods and places your hair behind your ears, "How was your night?"

"Oh..Luther is here."

Five "WHAT?"

"Yeah uh, he showed up like a half an hour after you all left."

Five "Son of a bitch." He heads for the door but you stop him.

"Him and my dad are high off of nitrous, you aren't going to be able to talk to him tonight."

Five chuckles, "And he's supposed to be the leader in this family." He laughs to himself. "I have to do everything.."

"Not alone Five. Never alone. You have me..remember?"

Five "I know hun, I love you. I love you so much." He holds you before kissing your entire face.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up so we can go to bed."

Five "Sounds amazing." He smiles and lets you help him and clean off the dried blood off of his body. You are used to seeing Five battered so this is nothing new to you. Does it ever get easier? No, of course not. But you have learned how to cope with it and so has Five.

Five "I'm done with this life Y/n. I'm done killing, I'm done working for that woman..I'm done with it all. I just want to live this second chance that we were given..peacefully. Me and you, maybe some kids running around our house..few pets..just peacefully."

You nod, "That sounds like a plan to me."

Five "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Me and you, kids and some pets..what more could a girl ask for?"

Five "I love you."

"And I love you." You finish up and then he pulls you into his arms and holds you as you both fall asleep within minutes of being in bed. The thought of being free and never returning to the Commission, honestly made you fall asleep with a huge smile on your face. Freedom will be the next chapter in your and Five's life. If the two of you make it out of this upcoming doomsday..

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deans-mind-palace · 4 years

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Heavenly touch

Pairing: Castiel x Fem!Winchester!Reader

Summary: You’re in your last year of high school. But nothing goes according to plan. While your older brothers are hunting demons down you have to attend school in whatever forsaken town they drag you to. You are bullied because you have no boyfriend, no sexual experience and you not even have had your first kiss yet. Dean doesn’t get your problem and Castiel is curious. That won’t end well.

Word Count: 1,896

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and fluff. And an overprotective brother!Dean.

Author’s Note: Enjoy. Remember, guys, likes are silver, feedback is gold.

Angrily you threw your backpack into a corner of the bunker and then dropped onto the couch. You buried your face in the pillow and drummed your feet angrily on the bulging cushion. The door to the kitchen opened and a little later your oldest brother Dean appeared in the door frame with a sandwich in his hand. He boldly bit off his sandwich and watched you. "Well?" he asked with his mouth full and some crumbs fell to the floor. "Not a good day again, sweetheart?" he said and looked at you with pity. You sighed and raised your head from the soft fabric of the pillow as you felt the sofa sink under his weight as soon as your brother sat down next to you. His green eyes watched you anxiously and you avoided his gaze, for you could not bear the pity in it. His hand stroked your back soothingly and he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich. Then he cleared his throat. "Was it those girls again?" he asked carefully and you nodded. He sighed because he already knew the problem. The girls from your new school found you funny and laughed at you every chance they got. At the thought that someone was teasing his little sister, hot anger shot through his veins, but he held back. Sam had forbidden him to get involved. The younger brother thought it would only make things worse. Still, it wasn't easy for Dean to watch you come home sad every day.

You bedded your head on his lap and looked straight and silent until your older brother broke the silence again. "So what was it this time?" Dean asked and the rustling of wings tore you from your conversation for a moment. Castiel appeared at the other end of the room and watched you closely.

"Hey, Cas." you mumbled soundlessly. The angel looked at you in surprise. Normally you were always delighted to see him and hugged him whenever he showed up, but this time you stayed motionless on the sofa with an empty look. Cas missed his usual greeting. You were very important to him. Always been. Since you met, the angel had tolerated you from the very beginning. Soon a deep friendship had developed out of it, because you had always been interested in what the angel had to say. You were the only one who was allowed to embrace him. It was your nature and he always enjoyed your company immensely.

He threw a questioning look at Dean, who shook his head only slightly. Silently, Castiel leaned in the doorway and listened curiously to your next words. Once again, you sighed. "This time it was something new. They made fun of the fact that I had never had a boyfriend before. And I never had my first kiss. And, well..." You paused and swallowed briefly, dodging Dean's gaze again. You knew he was gonna be pissed. Not at you, of course. But he was still mad. "Anything that happens just after a kiss." A vein pulsed at his temple, his jaw muscles grinding hard, and his hands kept clenching in fists as he took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure.

"Those bitches," he hissed in gritted teeth and Castiel raised an eyebrow in wonder. "It's okay, De." you muttered in a low voice. "They're right. I mean, look at me. I have no experience to brag about, and I'm eighteen years old! By my age, others are already getting married or becoming mothers." Dean's face softened as he looked at you and turned your head towards him. "Look at me, sunshine. You're just waiting for the right guy. So what? Others lose their virginity at thirteen. You take your time. And you know what? That's good! It's your business! You are perfect as you are. And don't let anyone tell you different," Dean explained. You nodded, but your brother's words did not succeed in erasing the weight in your stomach. Dean stood up and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"I have to talk to Sammy now." he said and made his way to the library. He needed to talk to his brother. It couldn't go on like that. He wanted to kill those girls. They'd gone too far this time! The door closed behind him and it became quiet in the living room. You had forgotten Castiel was still in the room with you until he cleared his throat and you flinched. He looked at you apologetically before he walked towards you.

"What's wrong?" he asked in his deep voice, and his baby blue eyes looked at you questioningly. You loved those blue eyes. In fact, they were your favorite color. You secretly called it Castiel blue. Because it was the angel's signature color. "What's wrong?" he asked, taking the seat Dean had sat in seconds before. You looked past him in shame. "I - it's not important, Cas. Girl things." you waved off, but the angel did not let go. "It's bothering you," he murmured calmly. You looked at the angel next to you in surprise. "How-" But he didn't let you finish your question.. "You didn't hug me," he explained and a smile crept up to your lips. You'd forgotten all about that when you started feeling sorry for yourself. You immediately straightened up and wrapped your arms around the angel's neck. "Sorry, Cas," you muttered in the crook of his neck and buried your nose in his hairline. He smelled of a mild shampoo and spicy aftershave. The trench coat under your fingers smelled sweetly of detergent. It was the typical Castiel smell. His arms closed around you and he pulled you closer, bedding his chin on your head. You could have remained in that position forever.

Eventually, you'd break away from him a little, and you could look at each other's faces. His blue eyes sparkled embarrassed at his next words. "If it's so important to you, I could -" His voice trailed off for a short moment. "Well, I could be your first kiss?" You looked at him in surprise, and he misinterpreted it. Unsure, he averted his gaze. "I-I just thought, if it's that important to you... I mean, I never have - but I'd be honored if you'd be the first and -" He stuttered embarrassedly to himself until he simply broke off and drove through his brown hair with one hand. You put your index finger on his soft lips and smiled broadly at him. The angel looked at you with big blue eyes and waited anxiously for your next words.

You leaned forward a little further and his breath brushed over your rosy lips as you whispered the next words. "It would be a pleasure to have my very first kiss with you, Cas," you muttered. He nodded slightly and his eyes never left your face. His eyes wandered restlessly between your eyes and your lips. His breath blew gently across your face and he approached you slowly. One last time he looked at you reassuringly and as you nodded, his lips lay softly on yours. It felt strange and and Cas was really careful, but his lips were very soft. You too enjoyed the kiss very much. Even though you both had no experience and got out of breath quickly, it was a sweet kiss that soon became something more passionate.

"Is it okay?" Cas asked as soon as you separated and breathed heavily. Your lungs burned and you inhaled the oxygen eagerly. You smiled and your lips met again. Soon, Cas's hands made their way around your waist, pulling you closer together. Your hands didn't stay restless either, but moved from his hard chest over his strong shoulders to his neck, where your hands were buried in his short hair.

Cas grew bolder and his tongue gently stroked your lower lip. "I got that from Dean," he muttered in the kiss, and you smiled at his lips. Cas also smiled warmly. You did not know how much time had passed. Maybe hours, maybe minutes since Cas's lips moved against yours, but you didn't care because you savored the moment.

The moment that was abruptly interrupted when your brothers burst into the room. Embarrassed, you and Cas drifted apart, but he still held you in his lap. "What the hell?" cursed Dean and you saw Sam smiling at you knowingly. "Well, Dean, looks like that problem solved itself. She had her first kiss," Sam laughed and shrugged his shoulders while you hid your face burning with shame in Castiel's neck from the gaze of your brothers. Dean seemed genuinely upset, Sam found the whole thing rather amusing. The blush on your cheeks and an angry brother was punishment enough. "He kissed our little sister, Sam," Dean said, looking at Cas accusingly. The angel looked like he was guiltless. He had no idea what was going on, of course. "I know, Dean," Sam replied and winked slyly at you. Dean took a step towards you, then turned back to Sam. "I just won't punch him because he's a freaking angel. I don't punch angels," Dean explained. Castiel looked at you confused, but you barely shook your head as your fingers began to play with the short hair on the back of his neck. Sam patted your older brother on the shoulder. "I know, Dean," he repeated.

Finally, Cas spoke in a quiet voice. "You kiss girls all the time, Dean. I don't see the difference," he remarked. "The difference is that she is my little sister, okay, Cas? My innocent little baby sister! She's too young for her first kiss." You rolled your eyes at your eldest brother's words. "I'm 18, Dean." You giggled back and Cas put his head on your shoulder. Dean turned away. "Now they are cuddling in front of me," he murmured tortured. "I mean, look at him, Sammy. He's a grown man. Y/N... Y/N was just a baby a minute ago. I was just carrying her around, rocking her to sleep! And he? He's older than me!" Castiel cleared his throat. "Well, actually, I'm older than Earth, Dean, so..." You shut his mouth pretty quick with your hand. "You're not making it any better, Cas." you whispered into the angel's ear, clearly amused by Dean's dropping jaw.

"I-I need a drink," Dean muttered, and went into the kitchen. "If you'd just let me threaten those girls, Sammy..." He shook his head. Sam followed him and turned around again in the doorway. "He'll get over it," your brother said with a grin. "Give him time. He just doesn't want to admit that you're not the little girl who looked up to him anymore." "Sammy?" It came from the kitchen. "Bring me the whiskey." Sam winked at you.

As soon as everybody left the room, Cas looked at you again. "I know how time flies." you smiled. He smiled it back at you. "You do?" "Uh-huh." And there you were, lips back together again.

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kinglivv · 4 years

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Lifetimes (Part 3)

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Summary: Back when you both lived on Gallifrey, you and The Master were married and had a child. Now, centuries later when it’s all fallen apart, you finally address what had once been.

Warning: Mention of child death

A/N: Massive thank you to @xenteaart who essentially came up with the plot to this as I had no idea where to go with this. This is going to be quite a short lil series, but I should have another part out soon <3

MASTERLIST

Being inside the Master's TARDIS again was strange. You're not completely sure if it was the one you and him had shared all those centuries ago, but it welcomed you in like it knew you. It smelled the same.

The atmosphere was different though - all cold and icy and wrong. Back in your day, when you and the Master were happy, it was warm, relaxed. Now it felt like an entirely different ship.

"Here," The Master beckons you over to the console where he's examining the monitor. You make you way over apprehensively, keeping a watchful distance from him. You can still feel the vague remains of ginger beer in your system, but you think it's almost gone - you had practically forgotten you'd been drunk in some human bar half an hour ago.

"This," The Master points to a screen. "Is where the block in the matrix is. We need to get in there, and figure out how to undo it. I got a smallest of glimpses inside when I was there, but my telepathy wasn't powerful enough to see the whole thing."

"But it was definitely her?" You ask. "It was definitely our daughter?"

"Yes, it was Miala." He replies softly, and your heart catches at the mention of her name. You hadn't said it, let alone heard it for years.

"How do we get there?" You question. "Gallifrey was blown up by the death particle."

"Oh darling," He chuckled. "It wasn't. How do you think I'm here?"

"I'd just assumed you'd taken whatever plan B you always have tucked away somewhere."

"Of course," He winks. "Could you do the coordinates?"

You nod silently and move round the console, punching in the numbers you knew by muscle memory. It felt strangely comforting. Sure, the TARDIS was different. You were different. But the amount of times you and the Master had stood in these exact same positions before made the routine feel weirdly familiar.

"Ready?"

You look up and swallow. "Ready."

He pulls down the lever, and the wheezing of the TARDIS begins, signalling take off. You take a shaky breath when it lands, and cautiously follow the Master to the door.

He whips it open to reveal the same room you had been in with him months before, except this time it was minus any cybermen.

"Memories," He says fondly, as he walks up onto the platform.

"Don't get in over your head," You scoff. "I'm not here to reminisce, I'm here for Miala."

He ignores you. "Look," He points to the balcony. "We had our first kiss there, when we were 16. Underneath the stars on New Years."

You don't say anything and look away. Your eyes suddenly burn.

"And there," He moves to another part of the room, hands tracing over a faint, miniscule carving on the wall. "You etched our initials into the wall here, while we waited in line to graduate. Rassilon was not happy when he found out."

He chuckles but again, you're silent.

"And over there - on our first anniversary we broke in and made love-"

"Shut up!" Your hand is on his throat in an instance, pinning him against the wall. He's gasping for air, but he makes no attempt to defend himself. "I am not here for us!" You growl, trying not to glance down at the carving inches from where your hand has him tight. "I don't want to talk about us or even think about us. This isn't an opportunity for you to try re-kindle whatever you think we have left. I'm here because I want so desperately for our daughter to be alive and for some reason I've decided to go along with your little story."

His mouth falls open as he tries to say something, but no words come out.

"Don't ruin this." You hiss, before pulling away sharply. He crumbles to the ground, gasping for air, only seconds away from his respiratory bypass kicking in.

"Okay," He says breathlessly. "Okay."

"The matrix," You say bluntly, moving to the middle of the room. "How do we get in?"

"I can send you in," He pulls himself up. "Are you okay with that?"

"Just don't touch me anywhere except my temples."

He nods understandingly, walking over to you until you stand barely a metre apart.

"Y/N," He asks softly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," You reply. "I need answers." You look away, before biting your lip and looking back at him. Gently you take his hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," He nods firmly. "Anything for..." you. He doesn't finish the sentence, instead moving his fingers to your temples.

"Ready?"

You feel his mind nudge against yours.

"Ready." You squeeze your eyes shut and let him in.

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ladypaulsvn · 4 years

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Mine, Yours, Ours

Billie x Reader x Cordelia

Word Count: 1,529

Part 1 / ?

Prompt: On one side you have Cordelia, your supreme that continues sending mixed signals about her affections for you, on the other side you have Billie, the famous medium you just met that seems awfully interested in keeping you company.

Summary: After Cordelia pushes you away yet again, you head downtown for tea where you meet Billie Dean Howard. You end up getting her number, and have a late night chat after a rough encounter with Cordelia when you get home late.

a/n: i got this prompt from someone here on tumblr. i’m gonna try & find it so i can give proper credit!

it’s from: @lourdsbitch i hope you don’t mind 😅 i really like your interpretation of the prompt and was hella inspired by it.

read their story here:

also, this is my first proper story i’m posting here so i apologize if it’s a bit rough! i’m still learning how this whole formatting thing works

You frowned as you exited Cordelia's office. She had yet again shooed you away. For anyone else, this would be expected, she was the supreme after all, and no matter how kind she was, she had her bad days. But she was your girlfriend for god's sake! She used to never treat you this way. Why was she acting like this? She had been blowing you off and acting cold for weeks now. Only responding in harsh tones and quick snaps. You began to wonder what you did wrong.

As you slowly descended the stairs, you decided you needed to cheer yourself up. You didn't need Cordelia. You sprinted back up the stairs and into your room, grabbing your purse, keys, phone, and wallet before sprinting back down and out of the academy to your car.

As you start the engine you pause and go to text Cordelia that you would be going out and would be back later, but stop yourself. She didn't seem to care what you were doing anyway, she was obviously too busy for you. Why should you let her know where you're going when you knew she wouldn’t even respond with anything besides a dry "K". So you pull out of the driveway, and head to your favorite coffee shop, where you ironically always order tea.

The bell rings above the door as you enter the shop, your favorite barista waving you over with a smile. It was a small shop, no more than 5 people were ever there at one time, so there was no line to wait in. "Y/N! Nice to see you again. Haven’t seen you in awhile and thought maybe we'd lost our favorite customer." the barista dramatically frowned and you laughed softly "No worries, just been busy. The usual please?" you hand him your card "Of course, 5 minutes top," you smile as he hands you back your card and you twirl around to go to your usual table that sat right by the window.

As you reach your table you stop dead in your tracks. There in your seat sat Billie Dean Howard, the famous medium. You had no idea she was even in New Orleans! "A little star-struck there sweetheart?" Her honey coated voice rang in your ears, pulling you from your trance. "I- uh, my tab- I usually sit here, I just, wow you're amazing." You ramble as she chuckles at your awkwardness and gestures you to sit. "My apologies for stealing your spot, I see you're a favorite around here, huh?" You expect her to get up and leave but she stays as you clumsily take a seat in front of her.

"I um, you can say that, yeah" You say, not wanting to sound conceited. "Your Chai tea," the barista sets your steaming tea down in front of you, "She is most definitely a favorite in these parts," he winks at Billie and walks away, leaving your cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink. "You're certainly modest," she takes a sip of her drink.

"You have fine taste." she says pointing to your tea and then to her own. "Personally I enjoy a little bit of whipped cream on my Chai." she winks at you and your cheeks burn even brighter. You clear your throat, speechless, not knowing what to say.

"Cat got your tongue?" she smirks, "Call me when you find it." she hands you a slip of paper as she gets up, giving your hand a soft squeeze. You hear the bells chime above the door as she leaves and you gawk at the paper in front of you.

She had written her phone number down, and gave it to you. You had Billie Dean Howard's number. You couldn't stop yourself from squealing as you entered the digits into your phone and saved her as a contact, planning to call her later that night.

***

When you got back to the academy, it was a bit late. You had stayed out the entire day, day dreaming about Billie and going round to different shops. You even spent a few hours at the library. You had actually forgotten about Cordelia momentarily. It was dark out now, so you quietly opened the front door, shutting it as softly as you could behind you.

When you entered, you immediately noticed a chair sat next to the door with a sleeping Cordelia curled inside. You cursed under your breath before tip toeing to the stair case, freezing when you heard "Y/N." in a cold yet sleepy voice behind you.

You turned around slowly and faced Cordelia, who did not look happy. "Do you have any idea what time it is? What the hell were you thinking y/n? I didn't get a single text from you about your whereabouts!" oh yeah, she definitely was not happy. You scoffed, "I didn't get a single text from you either Cordelia. I'm fine, you shouldn't have waited up for me. I'm an adult and can do as I please." you had guts, and the time, tonight. You had been frustrated with Cordelia for weeks now and you were tired of mindlessly obeying.

She looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting the outburst or venomous tone of your voice. She was standing at this point, a good distance away from you. You could practically see the wheels turning in her head. "Get up the stairs and to your room immediately, we will discuss this tomorrow." She ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "I was going there anyway." You spat and stomped up the stairs, making sure to slam your door as hard as you could.

You secretly hoped that Cordelia would come knocking on your door, begging you to unlock it and let her inside, but you knew that wasn't going to happen. You changed into your pajamas and crawled into your bed, remembering that you were going to call Billie tonight. You looked at the time, 9:47 pm. Was it too late to call now? You chewed on your bottom lip as you pulled up her contact, opting to send a quick message first.

y/n: hi Billie! it's y/n, i was wondering if i could give you a call tonight?

You hesitated, but hit send. You stared at the screen, hoping Billie would instantly reply, but she was a busy woman. She had her own tv show for christ's sake, how could you be so selfish to expect her to drop everyth-

Your phone was ringing.

Your eyes went wide at the screen as you realized that it was indeed Billie calling you. You immediately pressed accept and pressed the phone up to your ear. "Found your tongue?" her voice was pure music to your ears. You giggled softly, "Yeah, I did. It was amazing meeting you today." You were glad she wasn't standing right in front of you, your cheeks were flushed a bright pink, yet again. "I would say the same to you, sweetheart." She was effortlessly charming and every time that nickname slipped through her lips, your heart fluttered a bit too much and your stomach filled with butterflies.

"I didn't expect you to reply, nor call me. Especially so quickly because I know you're a busy woman and I respect that. I meant to call earlier but I got busy and when I got home something hap- I just, am so happy to hear your voice." You wanted to smack yourself in the head, until your heard Billie's wonderful velvety laugh on the other side of the phone.

"You like my voice hm?" She teased. "Why wouldn't I call you back? You're a beautiful young woman whom I intend to keep calling." You chokes at her words. Did she really just call you beautiful? "I- thank you but you're far more beautiful." The words slipped out before you could stop them and she gasped. "Now that is a lie y/n." her voice was dark and lovely. "I never want to hear another self deprecating sentence come out of that pretty little mouth again." You were silent. God she really knew what you were missing, huh? Someone to show their interest. Why couldn't your girlfriend do the same?

"Yes ma'am." You were raised in the south, Louisiana of all places, so it wasn't strange to you to refer to people in that manner. "Am I really getting that old?" She chuckled and you stammered "Oh, no! No I just i'm from the south, obviously, Louisiana, and I was just raised to speak that wa-" Billie cut you off.

"I was joking, honey. I appreciate the respect." you sighed in relief. "How about you tell me about the rest of your day I missed out on, hm?" You were shocked, did she really want to know the mundane details of your life? She couldn't possibly. "Really?" It came out as a squeak. "Of course, really. Tell me all about it sweetheart." You smiled brightly as you began to tell Billie about the rest of your day, conveniently leaving out the part where you got yelled at by Cordelia.

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DIRTY TALK

Pairing | jake riley x reader

Warnings | dirt talk, smut, sexual inference

Word count | 2359

Summary | You're Katie's sister and when she has an awful migraine you offer to take the kids on the hospital field trip. Once you get there the hospital goes into lockdown and you meet Jake Riley. After a few days you two grow close, spending most of your free time sat in the tiled hallway talking. One thing leads to another and suddenly you end up talking about your sex lives.

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You sat with your back resting against the cold tiled wall, head tilted back and your knees bought up to your chest. Your elbows rested on your knees, your fingers running through your hair. Jake sat in a similar position on the opposite wall, but he was leaning slightly forward with his forearms balancing on his knees. You both laughed as he bought up relationships.

"I don't think I've ever had a good one." You remarked with a laugh.

"I don't think I've ever had one at all." He responded, laughing even more. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. He sighed and carried on, "it's all one night stands. I find commitment...difficult." He admitted, ducking his head. You chucked and pressed him on.

"So how many girls are we talking about here?" You said, playfully raising your brows. He sighed, rolling his eyes and looking away.

"At least 50." He said so quietly, it was barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You said, leaning forwards slightly, a playful smirk on your face.

"I said at least 50." He repeated, throwing his arms up in defeat.

"50!" You exclaimed, shocked. You both laughed and he went red. He kept his eyes down, avoiding eye contact. "So what makes all the ladies swoon over you?" You ask playfully. Before he gets a chance to answer you continue. "His award-winning smile? His totally toned muscles? Oh wait, I know! It's the cuffs, isn't it? All the girls just waiting for a chance to be dominated by Officer Sex Riley." You both laughed and he shot you a smirk.

"Oh are they know? And you know this because...?" He winked at you and your cheeks turned crimson, you put your hands over your face to cover the blush. "Y/n, is there something you're not telling me? Is it you who wishes to be dominated by - what did you call me? Oh yeah - Officer Sex Riley?" He didn't stop smirking, his expression triumphant. You slowly looked up and looked straight into his eyes, deciding to play along - but secretly, there was no playing. You'd liked Jake from almost the moment you saw him.

"And what if I did?" You challenge, a smirk creeping onto your lips. Jake leant forward even more, his eyes igniting with a new kind of fire. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, looking you up and down twice, before looking straight into your eyes. You bit your lip, eyes holding his.

"If you keep looking at me like that you're going to find out." He said, lust consuming his voice. You kept eye contact, a smile tugging the corners of your lips. You looked away, deciding to test him. You looked down at your lap, examining your nails for a second before looking back up at him, noticing he'd inched slightly closer.

"Hey! 4-6 feet at all times, please." You said playfully, your smirk reappearing. He rolled his eyes and sat back against the wall again. He decided to mimic you, look down at his hands and examining his nails too. He didn't look up once while he spoke:

"Oh well. I guess you'll never know what my lips feel like exploring yours, my fingers trailing down your body, my tongue-" you cut him off by throwing your shoe at him. He looked up at you, grinning ear-to-ear. "Your loss, sweetheart. I'm great in bed - or at least, so I'm told." His grin stayed there, making him look innocent. You rolled your eyes.

"And what, do you think, makes you so great in bed, may I ask?" You challenge again. He looks down and back up again.

"Wouldn't you like to know." He winks at you.

"I would, actually. I think I need convincing in this matter." You grinned at him, eyes sparkling with wonder. Suddenly his features changed, his eyes turning a few shades darker. He leant forwards again - as much as he could.

"Oh sweetheart. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He smirked. You raised your eyebrow challengingly. He smiled and leant back against the wall. "How about we play a game." He looked amused, clearly excited for what he was planning.

"Oh? A game?" You play along.

"I tell you exactly what I would do to you right now, if this whole virus thing wasn't happening, and you have to try to not get wet." He smirked. You scoffed, making it seem as if it would be easy.

"Oh you're on." You say, trying to sound bored. Your head snapped up as he continued,

"And, if you try to touch yourself, you own me a free shower viewing of you giving me a show." He said with a wink.

"And what do I get out of this?" You quirk a brow.

"If you don't get wet, you get the exact same from me - I mean, if you want." He added the last part quickly, as if he'd forgotten it. You smirked.

"Sound wonderful. Let's get on with this then." You say cockily. He clears his throat, about to begin.

"I'd back you up against the wall, pushing my front into your back and gathering your hands there. I'd cuff you, keeping you from touching me. I'd push you into the wall, my erection pressing into your ass. I'd lean down and whisper in your ear, 'are you gonna be a good girl for me, sweetheart?'" He paused to let me give my response.

"Yes, Officer Riley." I said smirking. He raised a brow but continued in his low, brooding, sexy voice.

"I'd push my knee between your legs, spreading them. I'd keep you pressed into the wall - cheek flat against it - with my hips and chest, while hands would begin to explore. I'd trail my fingers and and down your arms before brushing away the hair on your neck. I'd lean down and press a few sloppy kisses to it, teasingly. Suddenly I'd start to nip and suck, leaving pretty marks all over your neck and shoulder. When I'd run out of room I'd rip your shirt and bra off, leaving them on the floor somewhere. Meanwhile, My hands would trace your hips, running over your ass and thighs. I'd trail my fingertips up your inner thighs, eventually reaching the waistband of your jeans. I'd flick the buttons open and dip my hand into your panties." You took a shaky breath at the thought of his hands all over you, his lips kissing your exposed skin.

"I'd graze your clit with my fingers, reaching the other hand up and flicking your nipples until they hardened. I'd slip my fingers lower, brushing them through your folds and spreading around and collecting your arousal. I'd pull them out and shove my fingers in your mouth, letting you clean them off. While you did that I'd tug your jeans and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. Once my fingers were nice and wet, I'd bring them back to your clit and I'd start rubbing slow circles on it. As you'd start moaning I'd demand you say my name. Without warning, I'd use my other hand and slip a finger into your slick cunt, pushing in to the knuckle and slowly pulling out to the tip - before repeating over and over, making you feel every ridge. Once you were nice and wet I'd add another finger, starting to pump faster and harder. While doing this I'd keep drawing circles on your clit, keeping them in time with each other." You quietly groaned at the thought of Jake fingering you, knowing your panties were probably soaked through already. When you agreed to this game you probably overestimated your self-control. He continued on:

"Once you began shaking I'd add a third finger, stretching out your tight walls. I'd begin curling my fingers to hit your spot, every time I thrusted doing this. I'd bring you to your orgasm and wouldn't stop, letting you ride it out. I'd pull my fingers out and spin you around roughly, so your back was to the wall. I'd kiss down your neck, chest - stopping for a moment to roll your nipples between my fingers, nipping and tugging them with my teeth - and back down your torso, until I was on my knees in-front of you, eye level with your glistening core. I'd look up at you and keep eye contact as I'd lean forward, kitten licking your clit. As you squirmed I'd insert two fingers into your aching core and begin thrusting, fast. As I did this and envelope your clit in my mouth, sucking, nibbling, tugging it out with my teeth." You had closed your eyes without realising, beginning to trail you hands into you jeans and panties, rubbing soft circles on your clit. Jake noticed and kept going, enjoying watching you as he spoke.

"As you'd orgasm a second time, I'd clean every drop of your cum, before standing up and spinning you round again, pulling your ass into me so you're slightly bent over. I'd undo my trousers and let them and my boxers fall to my feet. I'd stroke myself with one hand, using the other to rub over the curve of your ass. When you least expected it I'd bring my hand down onto you ass hard, leaving a red mark. I'd run my top up and down your slit, pushing it in ever so slightly and pulling back out until I had you begging me for more. All of a sudden I would ram my dick into you, all at once, and start pounding into you. I'd wrap a hand around your throat and pull you back into me, using the other to slap your ass or rub your clit. I'd whisper dirty things in your ear as I fucked you senseless, pulling my cock out to the tip and thrusting the whole way in, making you feel every inch."

"What would you whisper?" You interrupt. Jake licked his lips at the sight of you as you pushed a finger into your core.

"I'd whisper things like, 'such a tight cunt, sweetheart' 'do you like my big cock in your tight pussy?' 'Do you like that?' 'Cum for me, make a mess of my cock'." You moaned at the thought.

"As you reached a mind-shattering third orgasm I'd let you hide your high, before pulling you and grabbing a fist-full if your hair - forcing you into your knees in-front of me. And push my cock into your mouth, making you take it all the way and holding you there, before pulling you away and letting you breath fro a second. I'd repeat this a few times before holding your head still and fucking that pretty little mouth of yours until I came, making you swallow every drop of my cum." You moaned out, another finger in your core now and you could feel the knot tightening.

"Once I'm done I'd pull you back to see my cum dripping down your chin, tears leaking from your gag reflex." He smirked as your face contorted, a string of profanities leaving your lips.

"FUck Jake!" You screamed as you came, your orgasm ripping through you. You opened your eyes to see Jake grinning.

"I win." Was all he said, his eye-sight shifting down to your core, where your panties were soaked through with your cum and juices. You had discarded your jeans - thankfully - leaving you in your underwear and t-shirt. "Do me a favour and suck your fingers clean, sweetheart." Jake said seductively. You put your soaked fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean of your juices, moaning around them at your taste. Jake looked at you, mesmerised. You never broke eye-contact with him the whole time. "How you manage to have that innocent look in your eyes while you do something so dirty, I have no idea." He remarked smugly. "God what I'd give to taste you right now." He mused to himself.

"We should get back. You've got a room full of kids upstairs." He said, chucking you your jeans. You nodded and pulled your jeans on, trying to walk but shaking slightly. Jake laughed. "Or maybe we should wait a while until you regain your strength." You nodded, stumbling forward and grabbing his arm. He leant down to your ear and whispered, "After I was finished with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand." You gulped and sunk back to the floor, resuming your original position with Jake sat in-front of you. "So, when do I get my shower?" He asked playfully.

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An hour later you were sat on your bed, opposite Quentin and telling him stories about his mum when you were both younger. Jake walked into the doorway and leant against it, arms folded across his chest. He had on his black shirt and pants, already having discarded most of his uniform.

He smiled at your exaggerated hand gestures as you told the little boy about the time you and Katie decided to go and find a toad in the garden, but both fell down a ditch and she got out but left you, still determined to find the toad. You looked around and gave Jake a smile.

He looked at you, smirking, and gave you a wink. You blushed and looked away, hearing his footsteps as he walked over to his bed next yours and sat down.

"So, what are you two crazy kids talking about?" He shit her another wink.

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