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babygorewhore · 12 days

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Bite me!

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

When Rafe sees you after picking up Wheezie, he decides that he wants to win you over. Your intoxicating presence hypnotizing him despite your mysterious existence. And Rafe can never back down from a challenge.

W. C almost 3k! Part two

Warnings! News reports of violence! Daddy kink! Male masturbation! Spitting! Biting! Fingering! Non graphic mentions of blood! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Light choking! Hints of a sequel…👀 dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx and thank you for always being my sexy beta reader!

Rafe seeing you, a mysterious girl walking around with his sister wheezie after he was picking her up from school immediately caught his interest on a Wednesday afternoon. You wore dark clothes, knee socks and heels despite everyone else wearing sandals and sneakers. You were stunning-no beautiful. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your magnetic smile and whip of your hair as you confidently smiled at him as Wheezie approached him. Her backpack slung over her shoulder and she gave him a knowing look.

“Seriously? She’d never go for you.” She crossed her arms as she climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself. Rafe cast her a glare and started the car.

“What’s her name?” She tells him and he nods, savoring the way it sounds. “Pretty. How old is she? Does she work here?”

“I’m not a matchmaker, asshole.” She snaps and he rolls his eyes as he drives home.

“Just tell me.”

“Fine. She’s your age. In her twenties. Yes she works here. She’s a teacher's assistant. And she’s really cool. Kinda quiet but she’s not shy. I like her. She keeps the students in line but she’s fun! She has some crazy stories.”

“Crazy stories?” Rafe muses as they near the house.

“Yeah. She likes to go to graveyards and collect things. She said her favorite time is nighttime and she travels to places around the island for vintage jewelry and furniture.”

Rafe’s mind immediately searched for ideas on ways to get your attention with this information as he parked in the driveway, Wheezie was already half out of the car when he exclaimed, “Wait!” But she was jogging to the front door, ready to pull out the keys for the lock when he caught up.

“I still want to know more,” She lightly slapped his chest as they entered the house.

“Rafe, find her yourself and talk to her. Stop being weird or I’ll tell her you’ve been asking.” Rafe growled softly as she walked away but he knew she’d make good on her threat.

Rafe decided to take his little sister's advice and find you. He went on his phone and typed your name, searching until he found your instagram and he leaned back in his chair in his bedroom as he scrolled through your pictures. Wheezie was right. You did have a collection of unique photos. Including a collection of…vials? He narrowed his eyes but he couldn’t tell what the contents were inside the bottles. You had an array of rings. Expensive ones. But what caught his attention the most was your smile. When you grinned, your teeth looked sharp. Rafe must have been imagining things, too distracted by how fucking pretty you were.

As luck would have it, you posted on your story and he shamelessly clicked on it within seconds. You were at a local coffee shop, which happened to be only a few minutes away and he quickly got up.

When he arrived, he searched for you, finding you reading alone in the corner of the building. Away from the sunlight as you twirled your ring on your finger. You didn’t look up immediately as Rafe neared you, smoothing down his shirt.

“Hey. You’re…?” He spoke your name, causing you to look up with a quirk of your brow.

“Yes?” He swallowed at the sound of your voice. It was low with a hint of a rasp. He set his shoulders and turned on his charm, something that always worked.

“Can I sit down?” He asked and you made a noise of contemplation before nodding.

“Sure, Rafe.”

“Of course, you know who I am,” Rafe chuckled as he sat across from you. You lean back in your seat and cross your legs.

“Well, duh. I mean you’re The infamous Rafe Cameron. Your sister talks about you a lot. About how much of an asshole you are,” You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes but you continue. “But…she does love you. You must be doing something right.”

Rafe paused at the compliment. “Yeah? You think so? You have a lot of opinions.”

“So?” You challenge and Rafe holds up his hands.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, princess. Don’t bite my head off,” He chuckles and notices the way your eyes briefly darken at the statement before it disappears. “Are you…new around here? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Sort of. I moved here a few months ago. Needed a fresh start.”

Rafe tilts his head at your answer. “Where are you from?”

“Salem.” You give him a smile and he hums.

“A little bit of a culture shock, huh? Going from doom and gloom to the beach. You don’t exactly fit in.” He shrugs and half expects you to glare at him but you instead laugh.

“Ha, that is true, Rafe. You’re asking a lot of questions. You like me or something?” Your bold question takes him off guard for a second before he decides to answer honestly.

“Yeah, I do. You interest me. You wanna go somewhere? I can get to know you a little better-“

“Who said I was interested back?” You toss at him but Rafe smirks.

“You wouldn’t talk to me if you weren’t, baby. Come on. Give me a chance. Let me win you over. Name it and I’ll do it.”

“Oh, someone’s playing a dangerous game.” You remark but you lean your elbows on the table. “But I’ll play along. How about a party?” You offer.

“A party? That’s it?”

“Not so fast. Not like one of those bullshit things you probably used to throw. A real party. One where we dress up. Where it’s dark. Good music. Good drinks. Sophisticated. I’m a woman of class, you know.”

“For you?” Rafe leans forward and inhales the scent of your perfume. The intoxicating smell lingers in his nose and he sighs. “Anything. Be at my house tomorrow at eight. It’ll be the night of your life.”

Rafe invited a list of people over at his house for that evening the next day, including Barry who was interested in seeing a girl actually out smart him with remarks as he hung up the phone and focused on the tv in his bedroom.

Reports of five people being in the hospital after being attacked by some mysterious animal who drained them of blood. Not that far away from his penthouse. He had half a mind to pull Wheezie from school but decided ultimately she would be safer in a group of people.

As the day progressed and he got the house ready, Rafe waited for you to arrive as his friends did. He didn’t invite many. Prioritizing people who would give him plenty of privacy and entertain themselves.

Where were you? He looked at his watch. It was twenty minutes later and he was getting anxious. Fuck, did you bail?

“Boo.” He heard a whisper in his ear and he spun around in shock.

You stood behind him with a wide smile but he immediately noticed your clothing. You were wearing a dress that fit your curves perfectly. Heels that highlighted your legs, jewelry that dangled from your ankles, wrists and hung above your heart. You still wore expensive rings and your nails were painted black. Your lipstick was red. Rafe breathed in deeply before trying to grasp whatever semblance of calm as he stepped close to you. And you didn’t back away.

“Mmm, you look fucking amazing, baby. Thought you weren’t going to show.”

“I’m a woman of my word, Rafe Cameron. I was exploring.” You flashed your eyes wide for a second before setting a hand on his chest. And he shivered from your cold temperature. “And damn. What a house. But what I noticed was in your entertainment room. It’s like you know me or something.” You chuckle and Rafe raises his eyebrow in confusion.

“It looks like you have a dance floor.” You crossed your arms, your hips shifting inside the material of your dress. “And I love to dance.”

“Is that right?” Rafe mused and you nodded. You reached forward and took his hand. He looked down at your laced fingers as he felt the chill raise on his own skin from the contact. “Well, why don’t you go ahead and show me, baby girl. Show me how good you are.”

You both walked to the entertainment room and he noticed the way the dim lighting illuminated how beautiful you were. You were so elegant. You walked as if you owned everything in this world and he loved that. He loved the way you marched forward but he also took in the way you watched the guests. Your eyes narrowed on their throats before they shifted back to the direction you were both heading towards.

You gently pushed Rafe down on the couch, the pillows shifting from his weight. The room was empty and you smirked at him. He went to sit up but you pin him in place by placing your heeled shoe against his chest. You shake your head and click your tongue. “No, no. You sit there. And enjoy the show. But while you’re being a good boy and listening…you can hold onto these.” Rafe breathed heavily as you gently touched your own leg that was propped up. Your palm slowly grazed your skin, moving up until you hooked your fingers along the elastic of your underwear.

You removed your shoe off him and wiggled your panties off. Stepping out of them, you dangle the soaked pair in front of him. “These are my favorite pair, daddy. But you’ll take care of them, right?”

He was rendered speechless for a second before he snapped out of it and snatched them out of your hand, causing you to laugh. He held them against his lap as you took steps back. You walked to the speaker, picked up the remote and went through a series of options before selecting a song. It was a rock song. One he recognized from social media. Living Dead Girl was the name.

You lower yourself to the ground, getting on your knees in the middle of the floor, you separate your thighs and roll your body. You take your time, running your hands all over your torso before they settle on your tits, you squeeze them lightly as you start bouncing.

Your ass moves as you crawl forward, shifting your body around so you're slowly dancing to the rhythm of the beat and Rafe felt like he was losing his mind. His cock was so hard it hurt and he was desperate for any sort of relief. He eyed your pair of panties and finally decided to use them.

He unbuckled his belt and moved down his pants, his dick stiff against his boxers as he pulled it out, it slapped against his thigh and he wrapped the lace material around it.

He gasped as he ran his hand along his shaft, your underwear clutched in his fist as he watched you start to suck your fingers, laying on the ground as you spread your legs, your fingers brushing against your bare pussy that was exposed as it glistened in the light and he moaned deeply as he tugged at himself.

“Fuck,” He huffed out. He wanted to touch you. So badly but he also didn’t want to interrupt your performance as you slapped your cunt before putting your fingers back in your mouth.

He was getting close already as he harshly jerked himself off, your underwear dampening as precum leaked out as his stomach flexed, his head falling back against the cushion. You looked like a fucking dream as you slowly stood up, continuing to dance to the music as your shoes clacked against the wood floor.

He hadn’t realized his eyes drifted shut when he felt a light tap against his cheek, snapping him out of his trance. You were leaning over him, both hands on either side of his head. Your chest right above his face. “Cum for me, daddy. Make a mess like the dirty whore you are.”

That sent him over the edge and he spilled into your panties. His release coating them as he trembled and he felt your smaller hand wrap around his cock before sliding to his balls and you massaged them. His vision went white as you pumped him through it before you gripped his chin and swiped your thumb along his lower lip. “Open.” You order and he does.

You move above his mouth and spit inside causing him to growl and pull you forward. He maneuvered you on your hands and knees on the large sofa, giving your ass a slap and causing you to whine as he yanks your dress up. He groaned at your sticky inner thighs and he ran his finger along them before focusing on your clit, causing you to buckle but he wrapped his other hand in your hair. “Uh uh, you can fucking take it, princess.”

He rubs circles on your center and you mewl as he pulls your hair harder, feeling you drip onto his fingers and he slides two of them inside your cunt, curling them deeply. “That’s a good girl. Squeezing me so fucking tight. But I think you need something to suck on while I fuck you.” He shoves your panties past your lips as he works you over, making you grind onto his hand.

Rafe runs the tip of his dick along your slit, tapping it a few times before effortlessly pushing it inside. He moans and rests his head briefly on your back, holding you up by moving his head to grip around your neck. “Such a greedy little slut,” He breathes and thrusts hard. “You fucking feel that? I’m gonna breed this tight pussy and you’re fucking mine.” He grits his teeth as he snaps his hips into you.

Your hands grip the arm of the couch as he pulls out before slamming back in, causing you to sob against your underwear in your mouth, his cum and your spit mixing in the corners of your lips as you nod your head, encouraging him to keep going.

The music began repeating, stirring him onward as you clenched around him and he smacked your ass again, feeling you grow closer. “Gonna cum, baby girl? Cum all over daddy’s cock like the good fucking whore you are.”

That’s all it took for him to feel your warm wet cunt pulse before you came all over his dick, you shuddered and cried out as he thrusted a few more times before reaching his own climax.

Ropes of cum coating your insides and he shook before catching you. His balls slapped against your ass as he pulled out of your cunt that leaked on the couch. “Fuck, baby. I think you should lick that clean, don’t you? You’re a dirty girl.” He shoves your face down and removes your panties. Your tongue laps up your own cum as he bobs your head up and down. “You listen to daddy so well,” he praises.

But at a sudden turn of events, you turn and pin him down by his shoulders and straddle his lap. You sink down on his cock again, causing his eyes to widen and pleasure to rise in his veins as you bury your head in his neck. You pepper kisses along his skin as he grips your hips and guides you through riding him.

Your wet pussy takes him to the brim and he groans against your shoulder. He feels your teeth graze his flesh before he feels a prick of pain but it quickly disappears as you wrap a hand around his throat. Keeping him in place as you rock your pelvis.

“Fucking Christ,” he manages and reaches his orgasm again, his cock twitching before his cum gushes inside you. But you still don’t remove your face from the crook of his neck and he’s all too content to allow you to fuck him however long you want as his eyes drift close.

He jerked awake and sat up straight. Minutes had gone by and he looked around. He saw you adjusting your dress, wiping your lips as a trail of red droplets dribbled down your mouth and he tilted his head, subconsciously reaching up to cup his neck.

He felt two punctures that were wet and he pulled his hand back. Rafe dug his phone out, pulling out the camera and he saw it.

A bite mark.

Everything snapped into place as he stared at you, slowly putting his phone down as you turned towards him. “Are you-did you fucking bite me and drink my…blood?”

Instead of denying it, you gave him a wicked smirk. “But you’ll keep that to yourself, daddy. Won’t you?”

Rafe remembered the news report earlier that day. People were drained of blood and how mysterious you were.

You were a fucking vampire.

“But how is that possible?” He whispered.

“Darling, you have no idea what kind of creatures are out there. You’re lucky I like you, Rafe. But I have to go. You certainly held up your end of the game didn’t you?” You giggle and begin walking away.

“Will I see you again?” He questioned and made you turn your head.

“And why would I forget someone who tastes so fucking good, baby?” You wink at him before finally exiting the room and Rafe sank into the seat.

“What the fuck?” He whispered to himself but didn’t couldn’t deny himself the truth.

This was the night of his life.

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Ohhhh yay 🥰🥳

So my brain came up with this idea: Bucky is the leader of a werewolf pack (just like twilight haha I'm so sorry) and he gets fond of that one girl where he instantly feels a connection cause the wolves fall in love only once in a lifetime and he knows it's you. So when you get attacked by vamps one night he steps in saving you and bringing you to their camp to take care of you. Then you Kinda feel love at first sight as well and stay by his side ?

I love this but this is going to be a first for me, writing this type of AU so bear with me. Some A/B/O themes to do with the werewolf theme but not exactly an a/b/o fic. Just making up my own damn rules for this AU, so look the other way if something doesn’t make sense.

18+ cause smut but also lots of fluff, knotting, marking, protective Bucky with platonic protective Steve, Sam and Peter

He didn’t mean to watch you so closely but he couldn’t help it. Perhaps it was a part of his instincts to notice the finest details that surrounded him. Every day he saw you, there was something new that captivated him. The way the wind would tousle your hair. The way your nails were painted to match the shades of the fall. Whenever you bought your morning coffee, you bought a second one along with a muffin, handing it to the homeless man that stayed near by the coffee shop. Sometimes you’d spent a good few minutes talking to him before continuing with your day. You’d hold the hand of the elderly woman who was slowly crossing the street, making sure she made it across safely before you went off to wherever you were going.

You saw beauty in everything. Everyone.

You were beautiful.

Pure.

Bucky shook his head, turning back to the bar, wiping down a few glasses, though still sneaking glances at the window as you walked by. He’d first noticed you months ago, in the summer, blinking when he saw an unfamiliar but pretty face walking down the street, a bundle of sunflowers in your hand. His eyes lingered on you, smiling softly when you handed a little girl a flower before continuing down the street, disappearing around the corner. Bucky knew everyone around the area; after all it was his territory. The east belonged to his pack so he was curious about the sweet stranger he’d never seen before.

You didn’t seem to pose a threat so he didn’t dive into investigating you. The more often he saw you, the more he’d find to admire. It was late in the afternoon, meaning Bucky would only see you again closer to the end of his shift which would be around midnight. He felt his cheeks heat up when he realized he knew what your routine was.

Stop being creepy Bucky.

Hours went by, less than sober customers walking in and out, Sam, Steve and Peter were talking Bucky’s ear off about something he stopped paying attention to 20 minutes ago.

“...and that’s how I caught Clint in the vents, you should’ve seen his face”

“Caught in 4k, no cap”

“Why would he be wearing a cap”

“I’m going to move you all to the graveyard shift” Bucky groaned, barely focused on their conversation, mostly because he lost track of whatever Peter was referencing, 15 references ago. He glanced at the clock, only a few more minutes left until he was off. It also meant you would be passing by his bar soon enough. Which is why he frowned when he didn’t see you. For the past few months, Bucky noticed you’d always walk home, something he wasn’t very fond of but it’s not like he could do anything about it. The area was generally safe but it wasn’t perfect, especially at night.

Bucky shoved the uneasiness he felt to the back of his mind; you had a life outside of the moments he saw you. You could have taken a cab or gone home with a friend. Maybe you look a different route. Maybe you made plans. He thought of 101 reasons as to why he didn’t see you to try convince himself he was worrying over nothing. Bucky grabbed his jacket, heading out into the cool night, the moon softly lighting the empty streets.

Something felt off.

The worry he felt when he didn’t see you hadn’t ceased and for some reason the feeling was growing.

She’s fine.

She’s made it home safe.

You don’t even know her-

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to a faint sound he heard near a pitch black alleyway. He took two steps towards it, only to hear silence filling the air.

Until he heard it again.

He knew he heard something, a pained whimper so quiet, he almost thought he imagined it. The hairs on his neck stood up, something not feeling right, bounding towards the source of the sound. His pupils dilated to scan the dark area, eyes growing wide when he saw the sight before him.

“Quiet!” John hissed, his teeth grazing your cheek. “Such a pretty lookin’ princess” he whispered, his fangs glistening under the moon light, his finger tracing along the column of your neck. “Hold her still” He grumbled while his friend kept their hand firmly over your mouth, their other arm wrapped around your arms and waist.

“Been watchin’ ya sweet heart” Valentina purred, trailing a sharp nail down your cheek, a sinister smile on her face watching you struggle, “These young ones are hungry” She sat back on a crate, crossing her legs, while the blond grabbed a fist of your hair, craning it back to expose your neck. “Go on, make it quick before one of the mongrels find us” She spat, venom in her voice, feeling a sense of uneasiness roaming the streets they were forbidden to set foot in.

“Ladies first” John smirked while Sharon hummed, smacking your cheek when as you struggled, trying to break free. “This will be a lot easier if you’d just fucking-

She stopped mid sentence, her eyes darting around her, the sudden scent of pinewoods and cedar evading her senses. A snarl tore through the air, your eyes falling on a white wolf along with three others growling and stalking towards your attackers, the largest white one bounding towards you, pinning John underneath him. Sharon tried to grab you, her nails digging into your skin, only to be torn off by another wolf, dragging her by the ankle. You fell to the floor, gasping when the smallest wolf came to your aid, standing guard in front of you, warning for the others to back off. You couldn’t place what it was but there was something distinct about each wolf, it was almost as if you could see their different personalities.

“Fuck-” John tried to throw the large animal off him, heaving at the weight that sunk into his chest.

“You don’t belong here” The white wolf let out a deep growl, claws piercing into his chest, breaths heavy, fanning on his face, sharp teeth on full display. All you heard was a growl but John seemed to understand what it meant, frantically nodding his head. “Leave now, take the rest with you” He understood the low rumble to be a final warning for them to leave if they wanted to stay alive.

“Lets go!” Valentina had already jumped to the top of the building, not waiting for the rest, the group running off into the night, leaving you half bleeding and scratched on the ground. John gasped for air, scrambling off the floor as he managed to climb up a fire escape, striding across the rooftops to follow the rest.

Your heart stopped as the white wolf turned to face you, taking slow calculated steps, as if to show you he meant no harm. He was beautiful with piercing sapphire blue eyes and thick white fur. Your eyes grew wide, your breath catching in your throat as he began to shift, fur disappearing replaced with brunette hair, limbs now muscular arms and legs. There was no longer a wolf before you, a tall handsome stranger standing in its place. It was just you and him in the alleyway; the other three wolves who had protected you had trailed after your attackers to ensure they left the territory.

“Are you okay?”

“Who-who are you” You whispered, trembling in the corner as Bucky approached you, his teeth no longer sharp, eyes now a soft shade of blue. He carefully stepped towards you, kneeling on the ground to help you sit up, his touch gentle. “Please don’t hurt me-”

“I won’t hurt you” He smiled softly, resting his hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Your mind was still reeling over what you had just seen, your head feeling dizzy from the deep cuts that ran along your arm. The skirt of your dress had ripped, nicks covering your knees from where you fell.

“But-you-” You stumbled over your words, your heart still rapidly beating out of your chest, “You were just-”

“Fluffy and walking on four legs?” He gave you a playful smirk, his smile dropping when he noticed your eyelids grow heavy, your body exhausted. “You’re really hurt”

“M’okay” You rasped but you knew you were far from it. The area where you were scratched began to burn and you didn’t understand why. You let out a whimper of pain, clutching onto him as the pain worsened. Bucky’s heart broke, the need to protect you and take care of you overbearing all his other senses. He tucked you against his body, not thinking twice about his decision to bring you back with him.

“Come with me doll, we’ll take care of you” His voice was soft, soothing, like a warm blanket covering you. You gave him a faint nod, melting into his hold as he lifted you into his arms with ease. Something about him brought you a sense of calm you had never felt before.

It was the same feeling you felt when you stepped into your home after a long day. The feeling of slipping into a warm bath. The feeling of fresh sheets and a cool pillow. The first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. Soul soothing.

You slipped in and out of consciousness, as he carried you through towards the forest that surrounded the area, his scent of pine and something distinctly him bringing you comfort. The soft crunch of twigs crunched beneath his footsteps as he walked down the trail towards a clearing.

Tall beautiful log cabins surrounded the camp, the area completely hidden from the outside world. Bucky managed to open the door to his cabin while still holding you close, setting you down carefully on the couch before frantically calling Wanda. By the time Wanda was knocking on his door, you were completely unconscious, bruises starting to form on your skin, your breathing slowed.

“She was attacked” Bucky stayed by your side while Wanda looked you over, running her hands carefully over your injures.

“Vampires?” She asked Bucky, flecks of red flashing across her eyes when Bucky nodded. “What are they doing here”

“They’ve been watching her” Bucky swallowed thickly, the sense of dread returning when he thought about what could have happened if he hadn’t found you in time. “They were going to feed...”

“Leave it to them to prey on the most vulnerable” Wanda shook her head in disgust, scanning the shelves for all the medicines she’d made. She grabbed a small vial, squeezing a few droplets out onto your skin, wrapping the scratches with a soft cloth. “She’ll be okay, just needs to rest. They didn’t bite her so she won’t be affected in anyway. Just keep an eye on her throughout the night in case she’s in any pain”

Bucky nodded, thanking Wanda as she left. You stirred, the oil on your arm starting to sting making you groan in pain.

“Doll, are you alright? What hurts” Bucky was at your side in an instant, eyes clouded with worry. You clutched onto your arm, curling into a ball, biting your lip waiting for the pain to cease.

“Just stings, that’s all” You tried to bear the sting, letting out a strained groaned as the pain radiated more. It seemed to come in waves, pulsing through your body. Bucky crouched beside you so he was at eye level with you, his hand gently skimming over your covered scratches. You relaxed for a moment at his touch, your eyes meeting his pretty blue ones.

“It’s the healing oil. It stings more because...” Bucky bit his lip, pausing and choosing his words carefully, “Well, the medicines were made for-for our kind?” He gave you a lopsided smile, “It’s very potent”

“Your kind?” You cocked your head, urging him to continue though there was only so much left to explain after you’d literally seen him shift from wolf to human.

“Werewolf” He grinned; you could hardly believe moments ago his perfect teeth were razor sharp.

“Werewolf?” You repeated, still struggling to take in everything that had happened in the past few hours. You’d always felt an intense unexplainable energy in the air since you’d moved to the area but you were not expecting werewolves. Or vampires for that matter. Bucky chuckled at your wide eyes, helping you sit up.

“Not Jacob from Twilight werewolf” He playfully rolled his eyes while you giggled, “A real werewolf sweetheart”

“Ah, of course, so more Mason from Wizards of Waverly place” You giggled, half expecting yourself to wake up from whatever strange dream this was. “tell me more”

“Hmm” Bucky thought, not knowing where to start, a part of him worried you’d be scared off, though you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable around him. “We’ve lived here for generations, the territory is ours. We don’t typically reveal ourselves to the outside world. We don’t have to wait for a full moon to change, we can do it any time. We shift according to our places in the pack”

“And what's your place in the pack”

“Leader” He smiled softly, proud of his pack, the family he loved more than himself.

“Thank you by the way”, your fingers skimming over a few scratches that were on his hands, previously large paws when he had fought off Walker, “For saving me...” You realized you didn’t know his name.

“Call me Bucky, doll”

Bucky insisted you sleep in his room though you refused, not wanting to impose. He laid out his softest and warmest blankets and coziest pillows, creating a safe space for you to sleep in. You gasped, looking at the way he’d set everything up, it almost resembled a nest of blankets and pillows. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, giving you some of his clean clothes to sleep in after you showered. You fell asleep instantly, his soft scent all over the bed lulling you into a peaceful slumber as soon as your head touched the pillow.

Bucky made his way back outside to check on Steve, Sam and Peter, rolling his eyes when he saw they were perfectly fine, the three nursing beers while sitting on the stairs of his cabin.

“What the hell are you-”

“So this is who you’ve been keeping an eye on” Sam smirked, nudging Bucky’s shoulder while Steve and Peter shared shit eating grins.

“Shut up Sam”

“See? He didn’t deny it!”

“So what, you’ve been watching me?” Bucky cocked and eyebrow while Sam scoffed.

“Please. You’re always looking out the window like a love sick puppy”

Bucky was able to control many things with his body but he couldn’t for the life of him control the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“I didn’t know alpha’s could blush” Steve cackled while the rest joined, each poking fun at the way his cheeks reddened more.

“I’m going to sleep, or so help me God-” He shook his head, going back inside and laying on the couch. He couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered around his tummy, the sweet sunshine he loved to see everyday was there.

In his home.

In his bed.

In his clothes.

...

Calm down Bucky.

He made sure to periodically check on you like clock work, not getting a wink of rest through the night, not when you had been hurt. He loved the way you looked, curled up in his bed, sleeping soundly. A flash of anger pulsed through him when his eyes fell on your bandages. Those that hurt you. It’d be a problem for another day but he’d fine a permanent solution to that problem very soon.

*****

You blinked awake, the delicious scent or fresh berries and pancakes wafting through the air. You felt warmth creep up your cheeks when you found another fresh set of clothes placed by the bed along with a brand new tooth brush and a towel. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart tried to skip at his acts of kindness, but you couldn’t help it.

There was something about him.

You quickly got changed, padding down to the table where stacks of pancakes were piled high along with cut up berries. Bucky grinned when he saw you, his heart fluttering again at the way his Henley hung loosely on you.

“Good morning doll, how you feeling”

“Better, again thanks to you” You felt giddy over his handsome smile and yet a sense of calm whenever you were near him. You couldn’t understand why you felt so comfortable around his presence. He was a stranger to you yet you felt like you’d found your place. You’d known him for less than 24 hours but there was a connection. Around him, you felt protected. Cared for. Perhaps it was the fact that he was the leader, so naturally he had a very protective nature. That had to be it, it’s not like you were special to him.

You repeatedly had to remind yourself to stop gazing at him because there was another issue. It’s not like you were blind. Bucky was gorgeous. You loved his scruffy beard and dark hair, what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through his soft-

What-

You blinked, clearing the rogue thoughts that tried to probe your mind, distracting yourself with breakfast instead.

“I didn’t know werewolves liked pancakes” You teased, ignoring the way your skin heated up, popping a berry into your mouth.

“I like to eat lots of things, doll” Bucky smirked at the way you moaned, licking off a droplet of the berry juice that stained your lips. Your pretty lips. Soft. Supple. Kissable. Would look even prettier wrapped around his co-

He shook his head, hoping to get his mind out of the gutter, why was he like this. A knock on the door made you jump while Bucky rolled his eyes, grabbing a few more plates before making his way to the door.

“For fucks sake, even on a Saturday” Bucky mumbled to himself, knowing damn well the three idiots he called friends would have smelled him making breakfast from 3 cities away, let alone a few cabins down. You heard the voices of a few men, two large men about the size of Bucky entered the kitchen along with another who looked much younger.

“Y/n, this is Steve, Sam and Peter”

You instantly recognized the three as the very same ones who had came with Bucky the day you were attacked. All three of them were as sweet to you as Bucky but you couldn't help but find Peter the most adorable, who managed to eat the most out of everyone. They happily raided the kitchen, passing each other glances you couldn't pinpoint, each look making Bucky more flustered.

“You protected me” You smiled at Peter, who blushed, stuffing another pancake into his mouth while Sam shook his head in disgust.

“It was nothing, we’re just happy you’re safe” Peter preened at your praise, finishing the last of what was on the table.

“Barnes, Peter ate everything again”

“For fucks sake-”

Bucky didn’t let you lift a finger the entire morning, serving you everything you wanted and clearing the table away. In fact, he didn’t let you do anything that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. A week. Two weeks. He wanted to make sure you were completely okay before letting you leave. He was there to take care of anything you needed, cleaning and applying the oil to your cuts, redressing the bandages. Getting you fresh clothes. Fluffing out your bed so it’d be warm and cozy. While you adored the warmth of his bed, you couldn’t help but wish he’d just stay with you instead. He’d introduced you to the rest of his pack, everyone happy to have you around when they saw the way his cheeks would tint pink when you sat beside him.

You’d both spent countless hours each night, talking by the fire place or walking in the moonlight. Each night, he’d make sure you were comfortably tucked in before crashing on the couch, occasionally morphing into his wolf form and curling up by the door just to be extra safe.

Bucky wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to you. What started as admiring you from afar was now making his heart beat faster. Skin warmer. He knew the feeling was far more intense than just friendship. He felt a bond. Something that pulled him to want you by his side forever.

For you to be his mate.

It was rare for werewolves to find a mate that wasn't a werewolf like himself but here was. In love with you. He never felt a pull like this towards someone else. Everything he felt was 10 times stronger than before, growing more and more with each day he spent with you.

*****

“I know it’s been a few days but...maybe you should stay a little longer?” Bucky knew there was truthfully no reason for you to stay any longer; the wounds had completely healed and you were perfectly fine.

Still...

"Are you sure?" You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms for the night as he stood by the bedside, handing you one of his sweaters.

"Of course, I-I don't want anything to happen to you, so just to be safe" He smiled softly, itching to just crawl into bed with you and snuggle.

“Bucky, you-you don’t have to sleep on the couch” You sat up just as he was about to leave, your heart beating a little faster when he stopped and turned around. "You can sleep here"

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, moving over slightly and lifting the covers up so he could lay beside you. At the start of the night Bucky was as still as a statue, worried you'd find it odd if he got too close, making sure there was distance between you both before he closed his eyes.

Of course, even in his sleep he sought you. You sighed contently at the feeling of his arm wrapping around you waist, pulling you close to his chest, his face burying into your neck, a happy low rumble emitting from his chest at the way you felt in his arms. He nuzzled his face into your skin, keeping you flush against him the entire night, hoping the sun would ride just a little bit later.

Every night, your cuddles became a little more intimate. You'd start off at opposite ends of the bed, only to find yourself tangled in each other each morning. Hands would wander a little more each time with gentle touches and a few extra kisses.

****

"Just come cuddle" You giggled as he scooted over, giving up on trying to sleep at the other side of the bed. Bucky smiled, pulling you to lay on his chest, his hand slipping past your shirt, gently stroking your spine. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, loving the way your skin felt on his lips. He didn't want to stop, continuing to trail kisses down your face, holding you a little tighter, the need to have you completely growing stronger. His eyes locked with yours, nervously leaning down, smiling against your lips as you closed the gap between you both.

His hands carded through your hair, deepening the kiss, his tongue tracing your lips, slipping into your parted mouth. He couldn't help himself, rolling you both over so you were pinned under him, dominating the kiss till you both needed air. Your eyes grew wide feeling his length pressing against your tummy, hips rutting slightly, fighting himself from stuffing you full of him.

"Buckyy" You panted from under him, gripping onto his arms, spreading your legs further for him. The needy whine that fell from your lips made him growl, he could smell how aroused you were, his cock painfully hard in his sweats. "Need you"

“I-I don’t want to hurt you” He whispered, his mind conflicted over wanting you so badly but also worried his hurt you with his strength. He nearly whimpered feeling the warmth of your core pressed against him, your thighs squeezing the sides of his waist.

“You won’t hurt me Bucky” Your eyes were pleading with him, needing this just as much as he did, he only had so much self restraint.

“Let me taste you?” He crawled down, his fingers skimming around the waist band of the boxers he had given you to wear, pulling them down as you nodded. He threw his own shirt off before settling between your legs, spreading your pussy apart, his hunger for you growing at the way you glistened under the dimly lit room. "You smell so sweet, angel"

You felt shy under his intense gaze as he looked up at you while kissing the soft flesh of your thighs. Bucky nearly growled as soon as his tongue flicked across your clit, feeling the way it throbbed each time he licked you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, alternating between lapping up your arousal and toying with your clit, suckling and kissing you, moaning when he felt your hands tug at his hair.

"Grind on my face sweets" Bucky threw your legs over his shoulders, urging you to push his face down deeper, the greedy side of him wanting to suffocate between you legs. You squeaked when he guided your hand to pull at his roots, a feral look flashing in his eyes when you hesitantly pulled a little harder, his eyes rolling back.

"Just like that baby, I'll use my tongue all over this pretty pussy, just show me how" He groaned as you pushed his head down, your back bowing off the bed feeling his tongue slip inside you, drinking every drop you gave him.

"Bucky, need you-" Your body felt hot, pussy clenching and throbbing, aching for him to fill you. He kissed up your body, throwing the rest of your clothes off before lining himself up with your entrance, his breath fanning over your face.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself" He stroked your forehead, his cock leaking against your pussy. "It's more than just- I can't explain it-

You smashed your lips against his, squeezing your legs around his waist tighter, cutting off his nervous rambling. "Please, I want you, want to feel you Bucky, all over you"

"M'right here angel, you have me" He let out a shuddered breath as he started to press into you, moaning against your neck once he was fully sheathed inside you. He moved slowly, rocking his hips while his nose tracing against the column of your neck, his hands moving to fist the sheets. He could feel them tear under his grip, your tight pussy and sweet scent awakening something primal.

“Doll...” He groaned in your ear, his cock swelling more with each thrust, “Baby, I-

He let out a desperate growl, his hands balled into fists, his corded back muscles tensed, holding back from pounding you into the mattress. You could feel his cock grow harder, stretching you more, the swollen tip rubbing against your sweet spot making you gush around him.

“What is it” You whispered, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek, your soft touch only making it more difficult for him to hold back.

“Fuck baby” It almost hurt him, desperately wanting you to be all his, his tongue licking and nipping your neck, biting his lip to keep from sinking his teeth in. “Want you to be mine”

“I'm yours Bucky” You carded your fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp, making him growl, the soft color of his eyes now an intense sapphire blue and glowing. Bucky gently nipped your neck, holding back how badly he wanted to claim you, mark you, the smooth canines of his teeth growing sharper the more you moaned for him.

"Y-you don't understand sweets, I want-I want you forever"

"You have me Bucky" You clenching around him, your moans broken as the band in your belly tightned more. Bucky grinded his hips down, desperate to be as deep inside you as possibly, the coiled hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, warmth spreading through your body. "I'm-I'm gonna-

"Cum for me angel, I need it, need it baby, cum for me please" He moaned with you, his hand flying to the headboard, the wood splintering and cracking under his grip. He started to chase his own high, speeding his thrust's up, his balls slapping your ass grunts growing deeper.

"M'gonna cum baby" He could hard speak, too consumed and overwhelmed by the way he felt inside you, his cock swelling and throbbing, spurts of precum already soaking your pussy.

"Cum Bucky!"

"You're mine" He panted, his forehead resting on yours, "Say it sweets, say you'll always be mine?"

"M'yours" You nodded, kissing his nose, your hands cupping his face, "All yours Bucky, make me yours"

"Oh FUCKK" Bucky moaned against your neck, his teeth grazing your soft skin, biting just enough to to mark you without hurting you, gently licking the area after while he continued to moan and whine, his orgasm unending. "All mine"

You both laid tangled in the sheets, going for a few more rounds until the sun came up. You shivered at the feeling of his hands trace over your skin, your whole body sensitive from how many times he had you cum all over his cock. His hands. His face. There was a feeling of security surrounding you as you laid on his chest, the faint mark on your neck tingling.

“Will you be my mate?” Bucky whispered shyly, blushing more at your giggle while you sat up slightly, your nose bumping against his.

"Even if I'm not a werewolf? " You teased while Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, nipping you again.

“Of course, how else will I protect you bunny” He let out a growl, cocking his eyebrow while you squealed, finding yourself flipped under him again. "You'll stay with me sweetheart?"

"Even if I can't change into a giant a fluffy puppy like you under a full moon?"

"Yes"

"Even if I can't hear Sam sneaking into the house for breakfast from 3 houses down"

"We'll work on that"

"Do I always have to rub your belly and feed you my peanut butter treats when you turn into a pouty little werewolf, pretending to be a big scary leader to everyone else"

"Yes and now that you know that secret, you have to stay" Bucky grinned, his hopeful eyes shining brighter when you cupping his face, kissing him deeply.

"I already told you, I'm all yours"

****

Imagine the utter joy the rest of the pack get from how soft Bucky is for you. They're so used to seeing him unmoving and broody but now theres flowers around his cabin and the blush is just part of his face now. Steve and Sam help move some of your things over to Bucky's, more than happy to have you around because now there's even more food for them to eat.

Nothing turns you on more than when he goes into protective mode. His eyes glow. His muscles tense. The growl that rumbles from deep in his chest makes your thighs squeeze together. He keeps you by his side, always touching you, his hands lingering on your waist, toying with your hair or playing with your fingers.

It's not often he fully transforms but when he does, its because someone got too close to you.

You can't help but giggle when you see him transform into his werewolf form because he's beautiful and scary, teeth barred out, claws flexed out, but only you know how adorably cuddly he is when he's just alone with you. He nudges his head against your hand, whining for you to give him attention, he's three times your size but his tail swishes about like a playfully puppy.

Theres no doubt you're the best thing thats ever happened to him.

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New beginnings (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

My entry into the Harvest Moon Collab is finally here! Hope you’ll like what I came up with @postwarlevi. The last time I posted a fic was sometime in July and since then I had the worst writer's block ever. So getting this done felt more than amazing, even though it was pretty challenging.

Word count: 1 980

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: You and Levi become the new owners of a property that looks like straight out of the most magical autumn dream… or nightmare?

New beginnings

„So... this is all ours now, right?“ Levi asked when the two of you walked out onto the biggest balcony of your new home. A charming and magical-looking Victorian house in the countryside, which was now yours. The mid-October afternoon was a little cold due to the wind, which was rustling the colorful leaves on all of the trees around the house. All around the house, there were smaller or larger hills, almost perfectly colored in all the most beautiful shades of autumn. „Everything.“

You nodded and held onto his hand a bit tighter, gently running one of your fingers over his gold wedding band. It was truly unbelievable. This place was near and dear to your heart since childhood, but actually owning it felt surreal. You didn’t expect it for another couple of years. However, your grandparent decided to live out their retirement off the land – literally. Only a month ago, they left for a luxurious cruise around the world.

A few days before that, they called you and Levi here and handed you the official papers which made the two of you the new owners of this place. And the reality of that still hasn’t sunk in.

„Everything you see,“ you said in a quiet voice and rested your head against Levi’s.

„What the hell are we going to do with such a huge house?“

„You’ll have fun cleaning it,“ you laughed and kissed his cheek. „And who knows, maybe it won’t be this empty for long.“

Levi furrowed his brows and looked at you. „Something you want to tell me?“

„No, no, no. I’m not pregnant, yet,“ you reassured him with a playful laugh and gently pulled him in the direction of the old stone stairs.

The house was almost a hundred years old but in exceptionally good shape. No major renovations were needed, at least not right away. The roof was almost brand new and the three-story building with stone walls seemed as if it was built not more than maybe a decade ago. Every inch of this place breathed with history – the tall arch-top windows, stone balconies, and stairs, or a little tower that was home to your grandfather’s personal library.

„I’m not sure about this whole place,“ Levi said as the two of you, hand in hand, made your way through the backyard with a huge marble fountain.

When you went up to the fence and looked down into the valley, you could see the town’s graveyard spreading out there in a thin layer of fog. It looked just as mysterious as you remembered it. When you were little, it scared the living hell out of you all the time. And even now you could feel shivers run down your back when you glanced in that direction.

„We just have to get used to it,“ you said finally and looked away, forcing yourself to focus on different, much better things. „We’ll do something about the house, decorate it a little to our liking. It’s up to us to make this place feel like home.“

„Can you even make such a huge place feel warm and cozy?“ Levi asked skeptically, looking back to the house over his shoulder.

Coming to live here meant a couple of things – both of you had to quit your current jobs in the city. None of you were willing to drive for almost three hours there and three hours back every single day. Many big changes were happening in your lives but it seemed that everything was turning out more than well. You happened to find a perfect place in the nearby town where Levi was planning to open his tea shop. It has been his dream for as long as you could remember and now it was finally about to come true.

„We don’t need to rush anything, darling. We’ll move in properly and slowly start changing things we don’t like the way they are now,“ you assured him, leading the way to the big open space behind the house and the garden.

This was your favorite thing about the whole property – the apple orchard, pumpkin patch, and fruit and vegetable garden. When you were little, many hours of every day were spent here. With your grandparents or even alone, just walking around, reading a book, or drawing something in one of your notebooks.

„I used to spend so much time here and I’m excited to have that back. To come here whenever I want and just relax,“ you said dreamily.

„We’ll have a ton of work with the tea shop opening, having a quiet place to recharge is important.“ He leaned over and kissed your temple, squeezing your hand a little tighter. „I already started thinking about a couple of things. But there’s just so much more to do. It’s a bit scary, isn’t it?“

You nodded and opened a little white wooden gate that finally let you enter the apple orchard in front of the property. The pumpkin patch was on the left behind it, and the vegetable and fruit garden was on the right.

„It is but not fulfilling your dreams is even more scarier. And don’t forget that you’re not alone,“ you reminded him and brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

As you were about to say something else a quiet rustling in a tall pile of leaves was heard to your right. When you and Levi looked over there a black cat lazily snuck out and stretched its back. You both stopped and waited for what the cat would do next, not wanting to scare it away.

„You always wanted a black cat,“ Levi said in a quiet voice and let go of your hand. You watched him crouch down and get closer to the cat. „Maybe it will stick around here.“

You nodded with a smile and got a little closer as well. „You wouldn’t let it inside the house.“

Levi shrugged with a tiny smirk. And you knew that something like this could mean absolutely anything. From truly not letting any pets into the house, to having a ton of them over time. It was better to let it unfold naturally and not force anything on him.

While Levi reached out his hand and petted the cat’s head gently, you looked around with a smile on your lips. This place felt like home your entire life. And now it was truly yours. All the apple trees you could see were now yours, all the varieties your grandmother planted many years ago – Red Delicious, Gala, Fuji, Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, Cripps Pink, Honeycrisp, Braeburn, Empire and a couple more. These apple orchards made your grandparents a nice amount of money every single year. Their delicious taste charmed everyone who tried them.

„You okay?“ Levi asked after a moment, still scratching the cat’s head.

„Yeah,“ you smiled at him and stood up once again.

Levi followed your lead and grabbed your hand again, both of you heading down the orchard in the direction of the pumpkin patch. The little black cat decided to join you, walking alongside Levi with its head held high.

You told Levi about all the different kinds of apples, while the chilly wind was rustling the leaves of all the apple trees around you. The sun was hanging low on the sky and ready to dive under the horizon, drowning your surroundings in warm gold and orange hues. The air was getting noticeably colder by the minute.

„How many kinds of pumpkins are there?“ Levi asked while the two of you walked among them, your new cat friend following behind.

„Ten or twelve, I’m not so sure right now. There were almost twenty when I was little and grandma was younger. She loved having as many varieties of everything as possible.“

Ambercup Squash, Autumn Gold Pumpkins, Baby Boo Pumpkins, Blue Prince Pumpkins, Carnival Squash, Jack-O-Lantern Pumpkins, Hokkaido pumpkins and a couple more as well. Just like with the apples, your grandmother wanted to have as many pumpkins as possible – orange, white, green, yellow, or even slightly red. For her own satisfaction and also for another source of income. Not that your grandfather didn’t make more than enough money or had a pretty huge heritage. Your grandmother simply always liked doing her own little things that made her happy – if it provided money, it made her even happier, as she used to say.

„I should send grandma a couple of photos. She always liked how the orchards and the whole place looked during autumn. All those pretty colors, cozy atmosphere, and everything.“

„Good thing that they keep up with the modern world and know how to use all the electronics,“ Levi said, his eyes scanning the pumpkin patch and all the different pumpkins. „It feels so different here now.“

„What do you mean?“

„When we were here in the past it was...“ he shrugged and looked back at you, trying to find the right words. „It felt like a nice little trip. An escape from our shitty work like in the city. Now it feels kind of homey and it gives off that feeling of responsibility.“

„Yeah, now it will be up to us to keep this place looking like this.“

Hand in hand and with the black cat in tow, you took a quick look at the vegetables and fruits and then decided to make your way back to the house. The very last rays of sunshine illuminated your way, bathing the property and the house in the most beautiful color of gold.

The crips evening air made you shiver slightly. „Autumn finally came in all its glory, the evenings, nights, and mornings are really getting harsh and cold,“ you said as Levi wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders.

„And you still love it.“

„I do, this is my favorite season for many reasons, just look around us.“

You both did. Taking in all the different shades of yellow, orange, red, green, and brown was a perfect way to end this long and tiring day. All the trees and bushes were rustling in the wind, making it seem as if you weren’t alone.

„What about the cat?“ you asked, looking at your new four-pawed friend who was still walking beside Levi. „We can’t leave it outside, the night will be cold.“

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. Only leaned closer and met your lips in a sweet long kiss full of the purest love one can imagine. „You always know how to get your way, don’t you?“ With a tiny smile, his lips gently pressed to your temple, while he brushed the tip of his nose over your cheek, making you close your eyes for a second and sigh contently. You loved this man more than words would ever be able to describe. He truly was your everything – your past, present, and future.

His arm stayed around your shoulders while you made your way across the garden. You turned your head at the last possible moment and took a quick glance at the graveyard. Now, a much thicker fog was covering it almost perfectly. If you didn’t know it was there, you wouldn’t really know what you were looking at. Only a couple of gravestones were sticking out from the milky white fog, making the whole scene seem eerie and chilling.

„Stop looking, you’ll see something you’ll regret,“ Levi said, his hand traveling up to the back of your head and turning it away from the graveyard.

„So you do believe in ghosts?“ you joked and shoved him into the ribs playfully.

When Levi didn’t answer, you risked one last look over your shoulder before you went up the stairs. It only took a glimpse of a second – a figure stepping out from the fog amongst the gravestones and lifting its hand, waving at you.

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anonymousfoz · 5 months

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December 6, 2023

Two men walked through the graveyard near the facility. It was recovering from the outburst. The first man was tall. He wore a special military uniform. His hat and yellow goggles were off on the table. Over his grey uniform sat a bulletproof vest, and the phrase "S.C.P." was on his uniform on his left arm, and a revolver hoisted around his waist. The other man was a little smaller, in a nice newly bought red and green tux and wearing a Christmas hat.

The two men stopped, and the olden man took off his hat before placing it near his chest. The second man stopped to look down. He was confused by the unnatural behavior before it dawned. These were soldiers killed in the Mariah attack.

"Which-"

"Tobias Thomas Turkey, 15." The olden man started. "He had so much left in his life yet decided to sacrifice himself to save others. Thomas was a quiet lad with a curious mind. He wanted to fix things and learn how they worked. Always came in with a wholesome mood and seemed to shed light on others. His smart wits and incredible technology prowess saved more lives than lost. May he rest in peace among the stars as we were truly an angel among us mortals."

"And the second one?"

"Salem G. Hallows Eve, 21, Salem showed her courage even till her death. To protect others was her duty. A sister to most, but a role model to all. Through thick and thin, she was always there for anyone who needed help. She showed she was willing to give it all up to save the rest. She wasn't with us as long as Thomas was, but her impact was almost as great. She came from the military and quickly found a home with the rest of us. To never hear her again is something worse than death. For in my late 40s, I have never found another soul with such wisdom and rage. May she rest among the stars and the deep vacuum of space. Hopefully, the two remain with each other, watching over each other and the lives of everyone they saved."

"So, just kids." The older man went quiet before he responded minutes later.

"Brave, innocent people, you helped to kill for a dumb parade."

"Mister Jackson, we don't have to start doing the blame game. Besides businesses is a market that kills, their family has gotten money for our simple mistake." The older man scoffed, causing the businessman sweat. "Machine accidents do happen."

"You people make me sick. You always think money solves issues. Money doesn't take back the lives lost."

"What does?" The older man smiled before pulling out his revolver and shooting the business man in his leg. The businessman fell hugging his leg while screaming swears. The somber man walked him to the businessman with a smile.

"I would kill you…" he smiled at the pain of the other. "But that would be too easy. Making you feel the pain and fear they went through is much more satisfying. To see the life flash in your eyes. Money doesn't fix that."

"You're a psychopath!" And with that, the older man turned around to take a drink in honor of his fallen comrades before walking off, leaving the businessman to bleed. All that was left for him was to get drunk until he could no longer feel the empty hole that was left from the loss of the most important people of his life.

As for the business man, Mister Jackson was right about one thing. The two remained together, not as angels or souls among stars…. but rather guardians. The businessman couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if two holidays were above him. He figured that Tobias' was Thanksgiving as the giant pilgrim dressed Turkey stood overhead. On the other hand, Salem was a large black cat with witch like features. A cat witch was a clever idea for marketing. Damn his mind for his logic of thinking, but it didn't matter now. The business man begged for his life, but the two animals remained silent. Eventually, the cat was the first to talk with a familiar voice… a haunting one nevertheless.

"What to do with you? So many ideas come to mind, but only one is set in stone. If you get my drift Tobias"

"Surprisingly, for once I do. For only one as selfish as yourself deserves a fate more cold than Christmas snow." The turkey stopped as the cat began to cackle in the irony as the three remained outside in snow. "Irony aside, the only thing left of you shall be iron." The businessman looked down at his hands as they began to stiffen, and a sliver substance began to coat him.

"You shall be a perfect example of what happens to those who try to mess with the natural order of time." The businessman began to move before his legs were solid stone, and only then he began to apologize, but it was already too late. He was nothing but stone. The cat let out loud laughter, which seemed to disturb the turkey. "Oh, come on, Tobias, let me have some morbid fun. After all, it fits me perfectly."

"Oh sure, and I suppose feathers fit me pretty well. I didn't ask for my last name to be Turkey." The two walked away, leaving no trace of them. They had a new purpose in their extended life, and a trip to the North Poll was soon on their way to meet with the man himself, Santa Claus.

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LUCKYYY the smut emoji prompts look like fun!! 😈 for cullen/rose:

🌧️🗝️

Thanks Rowan! If you can't tell, I was getting sleepy near the end of this piece, but i did it in one go without any editing 😬

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WC: 2241

CW: sex, explicit

Summary: Cullen takes Rose on an impromptu trip to a quiet corner of Ferelden to get away from it all. But it's pouring and the Blight took more than he ever imagined. They find literal warmth and comfort in one another on an abandoned farm. (Angst/Smut)

Throwing some music links in for people who like to read to music!

Ambient Music - Scott Buckely - Decoherence

Somehow I don’t think this is how he pictured it.

Galloping in a downpour through the muddy slop and weeds of an overgrown road to an entire region the Blight had claimed in totality. Even if the decay of the landscape hadn’t killed the settlements, the memories would have. Few people came this way anymore, save the soldiers he sent ahead to establish a camp for us.

It was meant to be special, whisking me away to visit a lost piece of him, one I’d gently but persistently excavated from all the rest of his memories.

He’d spoken of it with such warmth, resting his head in my lap on the chaise in my chamber, his eyes closed as he remembered, that spare little smile of his sneaking out at the corner of his lips. A pond that reflected the towering granite cliffs above it, impossibly deep for its size. Crystal clear. It was his favorite spot to claim some silence for himself as a boy.

But Honnleath and all the surrounding villages is a graveyard of blighted forest, Rotting remnants of great trees tucked amongst spindly new growth that grows thickly, competing with one another for light and space.

Cullen looks despondent and the heavy rain isn’t helping matters, soaking us even through our cloaks, our faces and bodies flecked with kicked up grass and mud.

Ahead there’s an abandoned farm and we agree to wait out the storm in the stable. The roof lists to one side on a decaying post, but the chances of it falling today after a decade feel pretty slim. We ride in on Juniper and Bear, walking them into the wreckage of the farmyard and then draw them into the shelter of the stable.

Shaking the rainwater off my cloak, I then swipe away the detritus and wet strands of my hair that cling to my skin, watching Cullen do the same. He doesn’t say much, his mood much altered from when we left this morning, and even the softest words I can think of couldn’t possibly alleviate the despair of returning home finally and seeing it irrevocably changed.

Instead I squish toward him through the inch of rainwater that sits on the ground under the stable, my boots soaked through to my socks making suctioning noises. Cullen clutches his brow, utterly bereft, the rainwater that glistens across his face concealing tears if there are any. I take his hand in both of mine, holding it up against my lips and he folds me into an embrace, squeezing me tightly.

“I knew it was like this,” he says into my hair. “I knew. I just didn’t know it would feel like this to see it. This was the Sikes farm. I used to bring them flour in exchange for potatoes. I kept an eye on their animals once when they went away on a trip for a month.”

“I wish there was something I could say to make it better,” I say softly. He clutches me tightly, his fingers woven into the back of my hair, arm scooped around my waist.

“And to think I thought this might be romantic,” he scoffs bitterly.

“It’s all right. I’m glad I’m here with you, no matter what.” He pulls back, cupping my face in his gloved hands, his distressed expression giving way to one of appreciation, his tawny eyes brightening just a touch.

“In a way it’s fitting I suppose,” he murmurs. “We’ve always clawed this relationship of ours from some kind of wreckage or other.” I manage a smile up at him and he bends to press his lips to mine with sweet conviction. He’s right of course. There was never a time for us when the world wasn’t taking from Cullen and I, claiming the solid ground from beneath us, corrupting the beauty around us in little bites and then bigger ones.

“Are you cold?” I ask him. He sweeps his cloak around me, drawing me inside of it against the comfortable but soggy traveling leathers and kisses me with an intensity that could perhaps drive some warmth into our bones.

Perhaps we could sanctify this blighted place with something lovely.

He draws back again.

“The Sikes kept a key to the house in the stable,” he says, his eyes alighting on a leather pouch that hangs on a nail.

“Maybe it’s drier in there,” I note, as he strides over to peek into the hanging bag. The smile that creeps onto his face as he withdraws the iron key prompts relief to wash over me, as much for a lift in his mood as the potential shelter. We pull our hoods up again and hurry through the curtains of rain to the farmhouse, a little covered porch sheltering the entry as Cullen tries the key which turns and a twinkle breaks through the solemn cast of his eyes. He has to force the door open, throwing his weight into it to overcome a decade of stickiness, but it gives, swinging open.

Ambient Music - Scott Buckley - Falling Together

Miraculously, the house is dry, with furniture covered with a layer of dust so thick it could only be outstripped by the thickness of the dust at Skyhold when we first arrived. I bend low to blow it off one corner of the dining table, plates and cups scattered about it as if abandoned mid meal.

“You’re shivering,” he says, pulling my cloak off me, and drawing my damp hand up against his lips.

“I’m soaked to my smalls,” I remark, shifting uncomfortably in all my wet layers. Cullen fumbles around in the darkness by the hearth, reaching up to see if the flue is open. Startled birds flapping away precedes the sound of ancient ash and creosote falling into the fireplace. He busts apart a spindly little chair that must have belonged to a child at some point and builds a structure that awaits flame. I tear a scrap of the thin blanket on the little bed in the corner for tinder and hand it to him and he carefully tucks it underneath.

“Do you always carry a tinderbox?” I ask him as he strikes a spark between the flint and steel, the scrap of blanket so dry it’s hungrily consumed by flames.

“You don’t? Perhaps you should,” he says, with a mildly scolding look. I shake my head as he unfastens my wet jack. “Come, let’s warm up.” He’s practically clinical about it, stripping away my clothing and laying it on chairs to drip dry. But the firelight bathes us both in that sultry amber glow and I know that nothing will warm me like him. I meet him where he’s unfastening his leather jerkin, and unfurl the wool scarf that’s wrapped around his shoulders, pushing his vest off and tossing it on the nearest chair.

My shivers obscure the uneven breathing brought on by my desire for him, and whether he notices or not, he draws me against him again, wrapping his arms around my trembling shoulders. I fuss with the rest of his clothes until most of them have been peeled away. We both look at the bed and the dusty blanket.

“Maybe there’s a cleaner one underneath?” I suggest. We shuffle together, arms still tightly bound around one another to the bed where he carefully peels the top blanket back and discovers a slightly moth eaten wool one underneath. Cullen wraps it around me first and then joins in whatever scrap of it he can get.

“It’s a losing battle against these wet smalls,” I say, running a hand up the relatively warm, dry skin of his abdominal muscles.

“Maker’s breath, Rose,” he gasps. “I thought we were trying to warm up.”

“We are. Come on,” I tell him. We stumble in each other’s arms toward the little fire and I lay the blanket down on the dirty floor. He stands there astonished by my plan, his arousal becoming increasingly apparent in the folds of his cotton smalls and then collects me in his arms for a scorching kiss

We still haven’t made love properly, waiting, letting time nibble away at the grief I still nurse for Hawke. And in spite of that we’ve forged ahead with our relationship, nights spent holding each other, wanting but holding back, hoping the right time would reveal itself. And in this dusty relic of a homestead maybe we could bury our grief with love instead.

Cullen presses into me, tugging me by a handful of my rear closer, closer than I can go, his lips smearing hotly from my mouth across my cheek to my neck. I pull my shirt off, kick off my smalls and unwrap the soggy band securing my breasts with hasty, trembling hands, sighing as they fall free. His breath catches the way it always does when he beholds my naked form, his eyes momentarily following every curve down. He follows my lead, stripping himself bare, the softness of the firelight eradicating any trepidation he might otherwise have had. I drop to the floor, pulling him down on top of me, the warmth of his body having an immediate effect.

It doesn’t need to be spectacular or elaborate. There’s plenty of time for that. But I want him to feel something other than everything that seized him upon riding into this area and I need him, I want to feel him at my limits, bathing me in his breath and sighs. And even this unforgiving floor will suffice.

“Are you sure?” he asks gently when I reach down to nestle the tip of him into the pooling sap between my thighs. I brush my hand down his cheek and draw him down for a kiss.

“I’m sure,” I answer with a smile, pulling him into me, my fingers impressing into the muscles of his rear. In Skyhold, he’s always so quiet when I draw my hand or lips over him, but here, miles from anyone he lets a soft baritone moan slip out into the crook of my neck. I answer in kind as he fills me, finding a gentle rhythm, holding himself up on his hands flat against the floor which is far too hard for his elbows. There’s nothing hurried about it, just the sweetness of the first time as he dips to kiss me with every other thrust, setting a languorous pace.

“Is this all right?” he asks, pausing to stroke my cheek.

“Of course,” I say. “Is it all right for you?” He smiles then and bears into me more deeply.

“Well my knees will be raw tomorrow, but it will have been well worth it,” he replies, nudging his nose against mine with a little smirk. We melt into another kiss, our tongues connecting as deeply as our lower parts and I thread my legs around his, the soles of my bare feet grazing his calves. Cullen plunges into me at a faster pace, rolling his hips, churning inside me. I reach between us to draw myself closer to a climax, delicately teasing myself with little circles as he drives into me, trying to stifle his cries.

“Let me hear you– I need it,” I beg and he obliges me, crying softly through his smile as he rapidly approaches his climax. I hurry to catch him, hoping for a concurrent release, tipping my hips up so he connects with that sensitive spot inside me, spiraling higher and higher into a delirium of pleasure. Cullen bends to tease my breasts with his lips and nose, grazing lightly across them and it’s enough to push me over the edge.

I cry out sharply, the force of my climax flogging me back against the unyielding floor of the farmhouse, my hips arching high against him, waves and waves and waves of light washing over me to the crown of my head and the tips of my fingers and toes. I’m knocked senseless beneath him and with a sudden gasp he throws himself into me, crashing his hips against me, his thrusts longer, slower and then shudders repeatedly into a heavy heap on top of me.

“Sweet Andraste,” he breathes, pressing his lips to my neck, twitching inside of me.

“Don’t bring her into this,” I tease him. He pulls himself up slightly to gaze hazily at me and cover my ecstatic smile with his kisses. I wrap my arms and legs around him, clutching him tight. “This was perhaps the most effective way to warm up.”

“I– I hope it was good for you,” he says sheepishly and I shake my head at him with a grin.

“Didn’t it sound good?”

“I– of course–” he says. “You’ll have to forgive me. It’s been years.”

“I suppose this isn’t what you had in mind for this trip,” I remark. “Breaking into an abandoned farmhouse and well, canoodling on the floor so we don’t die of hypothermia.”

“It’s a bit off plan. But you’re here and work is far away and that’s all that really matters,” he says, dropping his lips to brush lightly against mine. I gather him heavily upon me, wanting to feel the weight of him, that it might squash out any sorrow that creeps in. I could drown in his comforts.

“What’s the rest of the plan? Or is it still a secret?”

“Get to camp. Make love. Maybe visit a lake.”

“It sounds perfect.”

“With a little luck.”

#cullen x female inquisitor #cullen x trevelyan #cullen rutherford #rose trevelyan #cullenmance #in the shattering of things #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanfiction #theluckywizard

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wonderlandinluna · 2 years

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Cold walks- oneshot

A/N this is a prompt that comes in almost every one shot, And ironically it's my favorite prompt! This is an human AU though, since tnbc is like a afterlife too me. Enjoy!

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Sally was in her father's house cleaning. He had been in a horrible accident that had permanently damaged his legs, thus meaning he could no longer do some task of cleaning. Sally's mother, jewel, had hit her head hard in the accident and she was still in the hospital healing. Her brother was also in the hospital so it was up to her to help the family. You might be asking 'well why isn't she injured?' To answer your question she was at home, Why? Because she was sewing to late one night and she was "grounded". Sally right now was the only one who wasn't injured, she's great full yes, but still she couldn't go outside now.

father had Just got into bed and Sally was feeling more restless then normal. She grabbed her perse and then went out the door.

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Jack skellington was just enjoying the night. He had Just got out of his job and was walking around his town. He was a king but he still much preferred when he was a child. Before he was king he was living with his aunt and uncle being a commoner till he was a young teen. He took over being king due to his parents dying at sea from a ice burg. He missed being just a child. He was a adult now and not many friends.

He was walking around with not much to do. When he saw Sally, climbing out the downstairs window. He watched quietly as she reaches into the bushes and puts a stepping stool infront of the window she climbed out of. She puts her hands on her hips and smiles. Jack smiles at her cute gesture and clears his throat to make himself known. Sally jumps and turns around. "I guess I just witnessed a escape?" Jack says as he leans into a wall. Sally blushes and rolls her eyes at the man. " I needed some space, I'll be back soon." Sally stated looking away. Jack smiled "Alright. Want to join me, Sally?" He gestured to the path outside the house. Sally Nodded eagerly as she reaches his side. They made there way out of the gate and took an path leading to the graveyard.

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About 15 minutes later Sally rubs her exposed arms trying to warm herself while shivering. Jack saw something that reminded him of the Tim burtons ' The dream before valentines day' and was about to point it out to Sally when he took notice of her shivering. He stopped walking and Sally stopped too.

"Sally?" Jack said putting his hand on her back. Sally shivered more and felt her face warm a little. "Y-yes?" She responded teeth chattering. Jack frowned at Sally's coldness and slid his jacket off his shoulders and puts it on Sally. "Here, your freezing. I am fine without my coat anyways." Jack offered smiling. She bit her lip nevously, her face turning more red. "Thank you Jack..." Sally muttered "It's no problem at all Sal." Jack chuckled out. He looked around then pointed to a art shop "Does that not look like Jake and Polly from TDBV?" Sally giggled at Jack before nodding.

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They where near the graveyard and Sally though her torso up was warm but that doesn't change the fact she came out here in nothing but a dress. knee length dress. Her legs where wobbly and she was close to just falling. Her hands were going numb She looked up at the gate hoping she wouldn't fall right now. Jack was looking else where sneaking peeks at Sally. Sometimes he wonders why she's not dating any one. She's a wonderful Woman and probably the only person Jack wants. He quietly observes as she rubs her hands together. "Sal." Jack said Sally looked up at him with a short smile. He comes infront of her and lifts up both his hands. "Here let me warm them up." Sally blushes and gives him her hands. His eyes widen A little. "There so cold.." Jack muttered quietly. Sally sucks in her breath before saying...

"My lips are cold too..."

#thenightmarebeforechistmas #jack and sally #sally finkelstein #jack skellington #jack x sally #I forgot the tags #fanfiction #couple #cold #human au #oneshot

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dinosaurrah · 9 months

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Part 1

Part 2: The Wendigo.

Previously on Supernatural: The Re-write

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can!"

"Now, kids, go!"

"Mary, no!"

"Dad's on a hunting trip."

"And he hasn't been home in a few days."

"Jess, excuse us."

"I swore I was done hunting for good."

"We can't do this alone."

"You're taking off to spend the weekend with him?"

"Hey, everything's gonna be okay. I promise."

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

"Guys, we were raised like warriors."

"You have a responsibility."

"To Dad? And his crusade?"

"Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Dad's gone. I've got his journal."

"He left me a message."

"These coordinates he left, it's weird."

"Hey, Dean? What I said earlier, I'm sorry."

"No chick-flick moments."

"Jess? You home?"

"No!"

"We got work to do."

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Blackwater Ridge.

Lost Creek, Colorado.

Out in the woods, there was a camp set up. Insects chirping was heard and a fire crackled and popped every few seconds. That was interrupted by a twig snapping a few metres away. A growl came from the trees, and more twigs snapping was heard.

Inside the tents, a group of teenagers were hanging out. They were all playing a Nintendo 3DS, playing the same match on their shooting game. "Dude, you're cheating." One of them said. "No, you just suck." The other replied.

More growling was heard from outside, and the twigs snapped once more. Another teen put the camera on his phone on and started recording. "Hey, Hailey. Day six. We're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe. So, don't worry. Talk to you tomorrow." He said, stopping the recording.

The two in the gaming tent were still playing. The man who was accusing the other of cheating threw his 3DS down and opened the tent. "Hey, where are you going? My moment of victory." The other one said.

"Nature calls." He said, stepping out the tent. He zipped the door back and stepped out into the night. He stumbled over to a tree and did his business behind it. The bushes to his left seemed to rustle and his head snapped upwards as he heard a growl in front of him.

He looked at the pitch black ahead and heard the growling again. A high-pitched squeal is heard and the teenager screamed at the top of his lungs.

Back in the tent, his friend looked towards the door. Looks of voncern were on their face and they waited for any signs that the other man would make another noise. "Brad." The first man said.

"Gary, what's going on?" Brad asked. When they got no reply, they went to investigate. They unzipped the tent and looked around. A growl was heard and the man looked in that direction. From in the tent, Brad watched as his friend was pulled from the tent and screaming as well. Brad sat upright and was terrified.

He rushed to turn off the lantern and stayed still. He could hear it outside, circling the tent. It went silent for a moment. Then it raced past the light side of the tent. Then again. And again. Brad was breathing heavily. It went silent again and all that was heard was Brad's cries.

Then a hand came and clawed the side of the tent. Scaring Brad, he jumped backwards and watched as the creature lunged at him and stole him as well.

Palo Alto, California.

Sam walked through the graveyard, a bouquet in hand. He was wearing his suit and he had brushed his hair for the occasion. He had tears in his eyes as he walked up to Jessica's grave. Her grave was decorated with a teddy bear, a cross, an American flag, a box and finally a picture of Jessica and Sam on their first date night.

He looked at the flowers and laughed a bit. "I, um.." He said, looking back at Jessica's grave. "You always said roses were- were lame.. So I brought you, uh.." He said, looking at the picture of Jessica on the top of the stone. He looked away and bit his lip.

He sighed, his sigh breaking a little. The tears were back and he walked up to the grave. "Jess.. Oh, God." He said, kneeling down. He shook his head and sighed once more. "I should have protected you." He said. "I should have told you the truth." He said, staring at the picture.

He placed the flowers down and a hand suddenly burst out the ground and grabbed his wrist.

Sam jumped awake as the music from the car blasted. (Name) looked at him with concern but didn't say anything. The car raced down the highway.

Sam blinked rapidly and wiped his eyes, clearing the tears. "You okay?" (Name) finally asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." Sam replied. Dean nodded. "Another nightmare?" He asked, turning to Sam. Sam just cleared his throat and didn't reply. "Wanna drive for a while?" Dean asked, making (Name) whip their head in that direction, eyes wide.

Sam scoffed, thinking Dean was joking. "In your whole life, you never asked (Name) or I that." Sam said, smiling. "Just thought you might want to. Never mind." Dean said, turning his eyes back to the road. "Can I drive?" (Name) asked. "No. I saw you driving at 16. You're never driving my Baby." Dean said with a stern voice. "Look, guys, you're worried about me. I get it, and... thank you, but... I'm perfectly okay." Sam reassured.

"Mm-hmm." (Name) said from the backseat. It was silent for a moment, until Sam grabbed a map from the dashboard. "Alright." He said, opening it. "Where are we?" He asked. "We are just outside of Grand Junction." Dean replied. "You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." Sam said, looking closer at the map. "Sam, we dug around there for a week, we came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-" (Name) started. "Gotta find Dad first." Sam finished. He looked out the window.

"Dad disappearing, and this thing showing up again after 20 years. It's no coincidence. Dad'll have answers. He'll know what to do." Dean said. "It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge.." Sam explained, shaking his head in confusion. "Yeah, what about it?" (Name) asked, intrigued. "There's nothing there. It's just... woods. Why is he sending us into the middle of nowhere?" Sam asked himself mostly, as he looks out the windscreen. The three looked at each other before racing down the highway, heavy metal blasting through the speakers. They pass a sign along the way that read;

'Welcome to Lost Creek!'

When they arrived, people were walking outside, talking to each other. "So, Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote. It's cut off by these canyons here. Rough terrain, dense forest." Sam said, looking at the map on the table. "Abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." (Name) commented, looking closer at the model.

"Guys, check out the size of this friggin' bear." Dean said, looking at a picture framed on the wall. It was 10x the size of an average man. "And... a dozen or more grizzlies in the area." Sam said, walking over to Dean. "It's no nature hike, that's for sure." (Name) said, the three looking at the picture.

"You guys aren't planning to go out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" The park ranger asked, startling the three (boys/boys and girl). "Oh, no, sir." (Name) said respectively. "We're environmental study majors from U.C. Boulder." Sam said from the top of his head. "Just working on a paper." He finished. "Recycle, man." Dean said, pumping his fist towards the park ranger.

"Bull." The ranger said, looking between the three. Sam looked at (Name), who looked back. Dean just looked offended. "You're friends with that Hailey girl, right?" He asked, raising his coffee. "Yes." Dean said, cocking his head.

"Yes, we are, Ranger... Wilkinson." (Name) said, seeing his name tag. "Well, I will tell you exactly what I told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit, saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the 24th. So it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" He asked. Dean shook his head.

"Tell that girl to quit worrying. I'm sure her brother's just fine." Wilkinson said, turning to file something. "We will." Dean said, watching him. "Well, that Hailey girl's quite a pistol, huh?" (Name) said, laughing slightly. "That is putting it mildly." The ranger said.

"Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of the backcountry permit." Dean said, stepping fowards. "Yeah, so she can see her brother's return date?" (Name) added.

"Yeah. Heh heh." Dean laughed as he walked out of the building, his younger siblings trailing behind. "Are you cruising a hookup or something?" Sam asked. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, looking at Sam. " The coordinates point to the ridge. So what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad." (Name) said, slapping their hands on their thighs.

"Yeah, I mean, why even talk to this girl?" Sam added, obviously getting frustrated. "I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it." Dean replied back sassily.

"Guys..." (Name) replied, sighing. Dean stared at Sam. "What?" Sam asked. "Since when are you all 'shoot first, ask questions later'?" Dean asked. "Since now." Sam said, getting in the car. (Name) rolled their eyes and got in reluctantly. Dean smiled to himself before getting in. "Oh, really?" He asked himself, nodding in approval.

(Name), Sam and Dean all arrived at Hailey's house and knock on the door. Hailey opened it and Dean spoke up. "You must be Hailey Collins. I'm Dean, this Sam and this here is (Name)." Dean said, patting your shoulder.

"We're rangers with the park service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. We wanted to ask some questions about your brother, Tommy." Dean explained. Hailey's expression changed from one of interest to one of surprise. Then it disappeared.

"Let me see some I.D." She said, nodding her head towards the three. "There you go." Dean said, showing her through the screen door. "Come on in." She said, opening the door. "Thanks." (Name) said as they went in.

Hailey looked out the door and saw the Impala. She furrowed her eyebrows. "That your's?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah." Dean said, smirking. Sam and (Name) turned to look at Baby as they talked. "Nice car." Hailey complimented.

Dean turned as he walked in and mouthed something to Sam and (Name). They just rolled their eyes in response.

"So, if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam asked, standing in Hailey's living room. "He checks in every day by cell." She replied, placing bowls down on the table.

"He emails photos, stupid little videos." She explained. Dean and (Name) were standing by the window, looking at the boy sitting at the table. "But we haven't heard anything in over three days now." She finished. "Well maybe he can't get cell reception." Sam suggested, looking at Hailey.

Hailey shook her head. "He's got a satellite phone, too." She explained. "Could it be he's, uh, having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean asked

"He wouldn't do that." The boy from the table said, irritated. Dean looked at the boy in surprise before the boy looked back down at his food. "Our parents are gone." Hailey said. "It's just my two brothers and me." She explained.

"We know how that feels." (Name) said, quietly. "We all keep pretty close tabs on each other." Hailey added, looking at her brother. "Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked, doing finger guns in space.

Hailey said, "Yeah," and walked over to the computer. "That's Tommy." Hailey explained as a pictire of Tommy came up. He was sitting in a tent, a grin platered on his face. He was sitting cross-legged, a shadow casted between him and someone cut off the frame.

Hailey clicked again and Tommy came up again. He had another smile on his face and was sitting in the shadows. She clicked again. Tommy wasn't smiling at the start of this video, he had no expression on his face, and he was sitting in a very dark area of the tent.

She started the video. "Hey Hailey. Day six. We're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." Tommy said. Sam narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. "Well, we'll find you're brother. We're heading out the Blackwater Ridge first thing." (Name) reassured.

"Then maybe I'll see you there." Hailey said, walking around the youngest Winchester. "Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guide. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself." Hailey explained. "I think I know how you feel." Dean said, (Name) looking to the ground. "Hey, you mind fowarding these to me?" Sam asked, questionally. "Sure." Hailey said.

The three found themselves at a bar, the walls decorated with bear heads and the sound of pool balls filled the air. Rock music was blasting from the speakers and a waitress walked by, holding two glasses of beer.

"So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there." Sam explained. "They were never found?" (Name) asked, curious. "Yup." Sam replied. "Any before that?" Dean asked. "Yeah. In 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack." Sam said, pointing at the paper.

"And, again, in 1959, and again, before that, in 1936." Sam explained, pulling out his laptop. "Every 23 years, just like clockwork." He added. He messed with the laptop before turning back to his siblings. "Okay, watch this. Here's the clincher." He said, playing the video, only to suddenly pause it.

"I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out." He said, playing the video once more, frame by frame. There was a shadow that zoomed across behind the tent where Tommy was sitting. "Wait, do it again." (Name) asked, watching intently.

"That's three frames. It's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." Sam said, playing the footage back. Suddenly, Dean slapped (Name)'s back and Sam's chest. The two whipped their heads in his direction.

"I told you something weird was going on." He said, looking at the paused frame of Tommy. (Name) shook their head, looking at the table. "Yeah." Sam said, closing his laptop and putting it back in his bag. "I got something, actually." (Name) said, pulling out some papers and handing them to their brothers.

"In '59, one camper survived the supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid... barely crawled out of the woods alive." They explained, Sam reading the pages over. "Is there a name?" Dean asked, turning to them. (Name) just smirked at the two before getting up from the table.

"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's a public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a- " Shaw started. "Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sam asked. Shaw turned and nodded, pulling the cigerette out of his mouth. "The other people that went missing that year.. those bear attacks, too?" Dean asked, stepping foward.

"What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" (Name) added, joining the conversation. Shaw stayed quiet. "If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it." Dean informed. "I seriously doubt that." Shaw said, once again taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Anyways.. I fon't see what difference it would make." Shaw said. He sat in a chair near the window.

"You wouldn't believe me." He said. Now that sentence, Dean and (Name) had heard too many times in the past. "Nobody ever did." Shaw continued. Sam stepped fowards past the other two. "Mr. Shaw.. What did you see?" He said, sitting on another chair.

Shaw sighed. He looked into Sam's eyes. "Nothing." He said. "It moved too fast to see." He continued. "It hid too well. I heard it though. A roar." He said. Sam turned to look at (Name) then Dean. "Like.. No man or animal I ever heard." Shaw continued.

"It came at night?" (Name) asked. Shaw nodded. "Got inside your tent." They continued. "It got inside our cabin." Shaw clarified. "I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it." Shaw said.

"Do you know of a bear that vould do something like that?" Shaw asked rhetorically. "I didn't even wake up until I heard my parents screaming." Shaw said, tears appearing in his eyes. "It killed them?" Sam asked. "Dragged them off into the night." Shaw replied. Dean and (Name) shared a look.

"Why it left me alive, I've been asking myself that ever since." He said, staring at the floor. Sam looked down, not knowing what to say. "It did leave me this though." Shaw said, pulling down some of his shirt. There were three wide scratch marks that were on his neck. Sam perked up at the sight. "There's something evil... in those woods." Shaw said. "It was some sort of a demon." He added.

"Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls." Dean explained, walking down a hallway. "So it's probably something else, something...?" (Name) said, trailing off, thinking of a word. "Corporeal?" Sam asked. "Exactly." (Name) said, clicking.

"'Corporeal'? Excuse me, professors." Dean said, looking at Sam judgingly. "Shut up." (Name) and Sam said at the same time. "So what do you think?" Sam asked Dean. "The claws, the speed that it moves.. it could be a skin-walker, maybe a black dog." Dean suggested. "Whatever we're talking about, we're talking a creature." (Name) said, catching on. "And it's 'corporeal.'" Dean added, pointedly.

Sam threw his head back in a sigh as Dean continued. The three stopped at the end of the corridor. "Which means we can kill it." Dean finished.

Walking towards the Impala, Dean opened the trunk. He looks to see if anyone is around and opened the weapon compartment. He grabbed a shotgun and propped the boot up so it stayed. Sam walked up behind him and whispered. "We cannot let that Hailey girl out there." He said. "Well what're we gonna tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" (Name) asked from the opposite side of the trunk, across from Sam. "Yeah." Sam said, clenching his jaw.

Dean and (Name) looked at him in confusion. "Her brother's missing, Sam." Dean stated. "She's not just gonna sit this out." (Name) finisbed for Dean. "No, we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." Dean decided.

"So finding Dad's not enough?" Sam asked, slamming the trunk shut as Dean pulled a bag out. "Now we gotta babysit too?" Sam said, getting annoyed. The two older siblings just stared at Sam, trying to figure out why he was acting this way, other than Jess.

"What?" Sam asked, noticing this. "Nothing." The other two said at the same time. Dean threw the bag at Sam rather hard as he walked away, past (Name). Sam passed as well. The middle Winchester stared at Sam's back, trying to decipher his behaviour. They looked back at the trunk before hearing Dean call out to them.

"Hey, (Name)! You coming or what?" He called. "Yeah! I'm coming!" They said, starting to walk over to the other two.

"I'll tell you again. I don't think Ben should come." A guy named Roy said. "Roy..." Hailey said. "Look, you're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." Roy argued. The famous Impala drove down a road towards the three.

Hailey saw the Winchester in the back seat and smiled. As they got out, the doors closed in synch. "You guys got room for three more?" Dean asked, walking towards them. "Wait, you wanna come with us?" Hailey asked, confusion visible on her face.

"Who're these guys?" Roy asked as Sam walked up with the bag. (Name) was standing beside Dean. "Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up for search and rescue." Hailey said, turning to Roy. "You're rangers?" Roy asked.

"That's right." (Name) confirmed. "And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Hailey asked Dean. She then turned to (Name). "Don't worry, you look fine." She reassured. (Name) was taken aback by this comment, and didn't know how to react. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Dean said, walking to join Sam, who had already walked off. That left Hailey and (Name). Hailey looked (Name) up and down, then smiled before turning away. "Oh, you think this is funny?" Roy asked Dean. "It's dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt." Roy said.

Dean looked from Sam to (Name) before looking back at Roy. "Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be." He said, a smirk on his face. "We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all." He added, walking over to Sam, (Name) not far behind. The three non-hunters were left to watch as the others walked away from them, further into the bush.

The cave was dark and had some natural light shining through an opening in the ceiling. Tommy was not far from this opening, hanging from his wrists handcuffed to the roof. His face was beaten and bloody, and he was unconcious.

On the other side of the cave. Tommy's friend, Brad, was also strung up. He was awoken from his slumber by growling and barking. He saw the monster approach him and he struggled to get his restraints untied. Fear filled his system as it came closer.

By now, Tommy had woken up and was trying to look to see what the cause of distress was. "Ah! Uh, uh." Brad stumbled, fear restricting him from saying full words. Tommy listens in fear as he hears Brad scream in pain and he heard crunching from the other room.

Tears fill Tommy's eyes as he squeezes them shut. That's when the screaming stopped and just bones crunching was heard.

The search team trampled through the woods, keeping their eyes peeled for Tommy. "Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean said, breaking the silence between the six. "Yeah, more than a little." Roy replied. "Uh huh." (Name) said from towards the back.

Hailey was walking next to them and she kept brushing her hand against theirs. They looked up to see Hailey smiling and changing her glance from their eyes to their mouth. (Name) swallowed as they stepped to the side a little, just out of Hailey's reach. Sam was behind them and watching the whole interaction.

"What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean asked Roy. "Mostly buck. Sometimes bear." Roy replied. Dean cocked his head in surprise. "Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" He asked. Roy grabbed the back of Dean's jacket and spun him around.

The other four watched as the events uncurled, the two Winchesters tensing. They were ready to step in if Dean needed them. "Whatcha doing, Roy?" Dean asked, not panic evident of his face. Roy picked up a stick and slammed it into the ground.

A bear trap unlatched and snapped the stick. He looked back at Dean and grinned. "You should watch where you're stepping... ranger." Roy snarked. Dean smiled and raised his chin as Roy walked away. He was getting pissed off at Roy.

"It's a bear trap." He said, looking at the other four. "Yes, Dean. It is. Idiot." (Name) scoffed as they walked past. Sam stayed behind the others as they walked off and inspected the bear trap before walking off.

"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffle bag." Hailey said, annoyed at Dean. A realisation popped into her head. "You're not rangers, so who the hell are you?" She asked, snatching Dean's jacket.

The three hunters stopped and Dean looked to (Name). They nodded and Dean looked back at Hailey. Sam ealked after Hailey's little brother, leaving (Name), Dean and Hailey. Dean sighed sharply. "Us three are siblings." He said, putting an arm around (Name). "And we're looking for our father." They added.

"He might be here. We don't know." Dean added. "We just figured that you and us, we're in the same boat." (Name) explained. Hailey sighed then looked at (Name). "Why didn't you just tell me that from the start." She asked. "We're telling you now." Dean argued.

"Besides, it's probably the most honest Dean's ever been with a woman.. ever." (Name) added, Dean looking up and doing his famous agreeing face. "So, we okay?" They asked. Hailey thought for a moment. "Yeah, okay." She said, kissing (Name)'s cheek and walking away. Dean looked at (Name) in surprise. "I think she likes you." He said. "Yeah. I do too." (Name) said, wiping their cheek.

"What did she mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean asked. He pulled a bag of M&M's out of his jackets pocket and offered them one before walking away as well. (Name) rolled their eyes and followed.

As they ventured further into the woods, Roy stopped and looked around. "This is it. Blackwater Ridge." He informed. "What coordinates are we at?" Sam asked, walking past Roy. Roy pulled out his coordinate thing, (I dunno what it is), and read out the coordinates. "35 and -111." He said.

Sam nodded and his two siblings walked up behind him. "You guys hear that?" Dean asked, looking out in the woods. "Yeah." The other two said simutaneously. "Not even crickets." Sam said. "I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy suggested. "You shouldn't go off by yourself." Sam told Roy.

"That's sweet. Don't worry about me. I'll have protection." He said, walking over to (Name) and slapping their back. "No." (Name) said, stepping towards their two siblings. "Just go. He'll be safe if you're with him, little (sister/brother)" Dean insisted.

"Fine. You owe me." They said, pointing to Dean as they walked off behind Roy. "Alright, everybody stays together." Dean told the others. "Let's go." He said, walking in the same direction (Name) and Roy went.

As the two went further, Roy spoke up. "Why do you stick with them?" He asked. "What?" (Name) questioned. "Why do you stick with them, they're assholes." He said. "They're my brothers. That's why." They answered. "Wait, you see that?" Roy asked. "Sam! Dean! Over here!" (Name) called looking at the wreckage.

It was what was left of the campsite. It was a complete mess. "Oh my God." Hailey said, eyes wide in worry. "Looks like a grizzly." Roy said, taking in the sight. The group approached the campsite to inspect the damage, there was blood on the clawed tent, all of Tommy's stuff was still unpack, showing he was ambushed.

As they further investigated, Dean saw a bunch of cllothes spread out around the campsite. "Tommy?" Hailey asked as she walked further in, panic rising in her. "Tommy?" She asked, practically running around the campsite. "Shh." Sam shushed her. "Tommy!" Hailey called into the empty woods. Sam kept shushing her, running up behind her. "Why?" She asked, looking at Hailey. "Something might be out there." (Name) answered, coming up the other side of Hailey.

It was silent out in the greenary. Sam and (Name) then heard Dean call them, "Sam! (Name)!" As the two made their way towards the tree Dean was knelt behind, after leaving Hailey with Roy of course, they knelt down beside him on both sides. "The bodies were dragged from the campsite." Dean informed. "But here the tracks just vanish?" (Name) asked, furrowing their eyebrows. "Yeah, it's weird." Dean replied. The three stood straight as they looked down at the tracks, when Dean spoke up again. "I'll tell you what. It's no skin-walker or black dog." He concluded, walking away.

Sam and (Name) shared a knowing look. Whatever this thing was, it was good at covering it's tracks. They just had to find out what. They turned and walked back to the campsite, Sam looking back one last time before fully turning away and walking beside (Name).

Further into the woods, Hailey picked up Tommy's hone. It was cracked and battered, obviously it wasn't going to work anymore. She stared at it, breathing heavily. She inspected the damage as someone walked up behind her. It was Dean, and he nelt next to her as Hailey started to cry. "Hey, he could still be alive." Dean reassured. Hailey turned to him and stared into his eyes. "Where's your (sister/brother)?" She asked. Dean looked around and saw (Name) looking at a mark on a tree. He whistled and (Name) turned to look at him. "What?" They asked.

Dean nodded slightly in Hailey's direction and they got the signal. As they walked over to them, Dean stood and walked off. "Hey." (Name) said. "Hey." Hailey replied, looking straight into (Name)'s eyes. "Are you okay?" They asked, slightly concerned. Hailey nodded and cleared her throat. "Hey, after all this do you want to come and-" She was cut off by a scream. "Help!" The voice called. The group sprung into action, pulling out their pistols.

"Help!" The voice called again. As they ran, they ran into trees and leaves, searching for the voice. They were stopped in their tracks when they didn't see anyone. It was once again silent. "It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" (Name) asked their two brothers. They didn't answer. Instead, Sam backed up slowly. "Everybody back to camp." He ordered.

They safely made it back, only to discover their bakpacks had been stolen. "Our packs!" Hailey gasped. "Oh man... My favourite gun was in that duffel..." (Name) complained. "What?" Roy asked, turning in surprise. "Oh- nothing." (Name) quickly said. Roy narrowed his eyes and turned away slowly.

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy said, crouching near where the bags used to be. "What the hell's going on?" Hailey asked, expiterated. "It's smart, it wants to cut us off." Sam replied. "So we can't call for help." (Name) added. "You mean someone, some nut job out there, stole all our gear." Roy asked. "I need to talk to you two... in private." Sam said to (Name) and Dean, pulling them aside.

"Okay. Let us see Dad's journal." He said, holding a hand out. Dean pulled it out of his coat and handed it to Sam. (Name) rushed over to Sam's side and looked over his shoulder. Sam quickly undid the latch and turned to a specific page. "Alright." Sam finally said. "Check that out." He said, handing the journal to (Name). "Oh, come on. Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or Northern Michigan." (Name) argued. "We've never even heard of one this far west." Dean agreed.

Sam scoffed. "Think about it, guys. The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice.." Sam tried to further explain. "Great." (Name) sighed, looking back at the page. "Well, then this is useless." Dean said, raising his pistol. Sam snatched the journal from (Name) and handed it to Dean. "You asshole." (Name) mumbled towards Sam, kicking the dirt and following him.

As they walked back, Sam was venting to (Name). "We gotta get these people to safety." He said sternly. "Yeah, I know." They replied. "Well, if you keep getting distracted, we'll never get it done." He said angrily. (Name) stopped him, spinning him around. "You ever stop to think I'm your (sister/brother)? That my father is missing too? I'm sorry if I have other thing on my mind, Sam." They said, shoving Sam's shoulder as they walked past.

"Alright, listen up. Time to go." They said, getting everybody's attention. "Thing's have gotten... more complicated." (Name) explained. "What?" Hailey said, annoyed. "Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy told them. "There's actually a lot to worry about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad." They explained. "We've to leave... now." Sam spoke up, backing (Name) up. "One you're talking nonsense. Two.. you're in no poston to give anybody orders, (girl/boy)." Roy exclaimed.

"Relax!" Dean shouted at Roy. "We never should have let you come out in the first place" (Name) continued. "I'm trying to protect you." They added. "You, protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night." Roy shouted getting in (Name)'s face. "Yeah? It's a damn-near-perfect hunter." (Name) shot back. "It's smarter then you." Sam added. "And it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid ass out of here. I've been hunting since I was 2, asshat." (Name) explained. Roy laughed and (Name) grabbed the front of his shirt. "You know your crazy, right?" Roy asked. "Yeah? You evr hunt a wen-" (Name) started but was quickly cut off by Dean shoving them away from Roy.

"Hey! Chill out." He said, keeping a hand on (Name)'s chest to stop them from going back over. "Stop." Hailey pleaded. "Stop it. Everybody, just stop." She ordered. "Look. Tommy might still be alive, and I'm not leaving here without him." She said, standing her ground. Sam, (Name), and Dean all looked at each other in silent arguement. "It's getting late." Dean said. "This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelieveable hunter at night." Sam announced. "We'll never beat it, not in the dark." Dean said.

"We need to settle in and protect ourselves." He continued. "How?" Hailey asked. (Name) stayed silent and looked at Sam before looking at the ground.

They set up camp and set up a fire. "One more time, that's...?" Hailey asked once more. "Anasazi symbols." (Name) said, sitting on a log. "It's for protection." They added. "The wendigo can't cross over them." Dean finished. Roy laughed. "Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." (Name) said. Dean walked over to where Sam and (Name) were sitting. "You wanna tell me what's going on in those freaky little heads of yours?" He asked his younger siblings. "Dean-" Sam started. "No, you're not fine." Dean said. "You're like a powder keg, (Name). It's not like you." Dean explained. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?" Dean asked (Name).

(Name) stayed quiet. "Dad's not here." They finally said. "I mean, that much we know for sure, right?" They continued. "He would have left us a message, a sign, right?" They asked. Dean nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right." Dean agreed. "Tell you guys the truth, I don't think Dad's been to Lost Creek." Dean admitted. "The let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road." Sam said. "We can go find Dad." He said. "Yeah, I mean, why are we even still here?" (Name) asked. Dean moved to sit in front of (Name). He got John's journal and placed his hands on the top and the bottom. "This is why." He explained. "This book."

"This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here." Dean reassured. "And he's passed it on to us." Dean said. "I think he wants us to pick up where he left off." Dean said. "You know-" He started. "Saving people, hunting things. The family business. I know, Dean." (Name) finished. "That makes no sense." Sam said, shaking his head.

"Why, why doesn't he just call us?" He started, "Why doesn't he just tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" He asked. There was silence between the three. "I don't know." Dean admitted, "But the way I see it.. Dad's given us a job to to and I intend to do it." He finished. "Dean, we've done that our whole lives." (Name) excused. "So, no. I don't want to follow Dad anymore." They finished. "We gotta find Dad." Sam said the other two, "We gotta find Jessica's killer." He said, tears in his eyes. He played with his fingers for a whle.

"It's the only thng you can think about, isn't it?" (Name) asked, shifting to the front of Sam. "Yeah." Sam said, looking at his hands again. "Okay. Alright. Sam, we'll find them, we promise." Dean promised Sam. "Listen to us. You gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while. And all that anger, you can't kee it burning over he long haul. It's gonna kill you." (Name) told Sam. "You gotta have patience, man." Dean said.

Sam shook his head again. "How do you two do it? How does Dad do it?" He asked. (Name) looked at the ground. "Well, for one, them." Dean said, gesturing to the group near the campfire. "I figure our family's screwed to hell.. maybe we can help some others." (Name) added, now looking at Hailey and her brother conserve body heat. "It makes things a little bit more bearable." Dean said, pausing. "And we'll tell you what else helps..?" Dean asked. "Killing as many evil sons of bitches as we possibly can." (Name) answered.

Dean gave Sam a little smile and Sam looked to (Name). They opened their arms for a hug, which Sam quickly accepted. They stayed in that postion for a while until they heard distand screaming. "Help me!" The voice called. The three stood from their positions and walked over to the group. Dean cocked his gu as he stared into the dark abyss of the woods. "Help!" The voice called again. Sam shone his flashlight towards the sound of the voice. "It's trying to draw us out." (Name) warned the group, cocking their shotgun. "Just stay cool. Stay put." Dean added.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy asked, sarcastically. "Help!" The voice called once more. Hailey backed away from the warding that was on the ground and backed towards (Name). "Help me!" The voice repeated again. This was soon replaced by screams of pain and growling was heard overtop it."Okay, that's no grizzly." Roy stated the obvious. There was silence. No calls of help, only the terrified breathing of Hailey could be heard. Uncomfortable by the silence, the three Winchesters looked around frantically for the source of the silence.

"It's okay." Hailey reassured her brother, sitting down on the log once more. "We'll be alright, I promise." She said to her brother. There was growl and Hailey jumped ack in fear. "Ah!" She screamed. "It's here." Roy said, once again stating the obvious. Roy shot into the bushes, where he thought the wendigo was. (Name) shot it and a wail of pain was heard. "You hit it!" Roy exclaimed. He ran outside the warding and ran towards where he tought it was. "Roy, no!" (Name) yelled, concerned for Roy's safety at the moment.

"Roy!" Dean yelled after (Name). "Don't move." (Name) said, pointing to their two brothers and the other two. "No! (Name)!" Dean yelled as his sibling ran after Roy. "SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled, kicking a tree stump. "It's over here!" Roy yelled to (Name) as he ran through the bushes. "Roy!" They yelled. "It's over-" Roy said, but was cut off as he got pulled upwards, into the trees. "Roy?" (Name) questioned, but still yelling. When there was no reply, they went silent.

They looked around confused and started heading back to camp, mumbling to themself. "You idiot, why did you let him go off by himself? Sam's gonna be so disappointed and Dean's gonna kick your ass..." They said, walking quicker.

As daylight rolled in, Sam was sat upright against a log, hugging (Name) as they slept. He was awake though, staring at the sunrise. He fiddled with (Name)'s hair, picking it up and dropping it. It slowly landed back in place. There were birds chirping, but overall, it was still silent since last night. "I don't.. I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real." Hailey stated to Dean and he gave her the 'talk'. "I wish I could tell you different." Dean said, rubbing some bark off a tree.

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" Hailey questioned as Dean sat down next to her. "We don't." He said, giving her a smile. "But we're safe for now." He reassured. "How do you know about this stuff?" She asked. "It kind of runs in the family." He answered, pursing his lips. Hailey watched him as he got up again.

Sam and (Name) came walking in from another trail and caught Hailey's attention. "Hey." (Name) said to her, a smile on their face. "Hey." She said, smiling back. "Uh- Anyway... we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one.. wanna kill this evil son of a bitch." Sam admitted, watching Hailey and his (sister/brother) flirt with each other. "Well, hell, you know (Name) and I are in, right (Name)?" Dean asked his sibling. "What- Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm in." They replied, diverting their attention to Hailey once more.

After a little bit, the five sat down and studied the journal. "Wendigo is a Cree Indian word. It means, 'evil that devours.'" Sam declared. "They're hundreds of years old." Dean added as he walked with (Name) behind the three. "Each one was once a man, sometimes an Indian or other times a frontiersman or a mineror hunter." He explained. "How's a man turn into one of those... those things?" Hailey asked. "Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving or cut off from supplies or help.. becomes a cannibal to survive eating other members of his tribe or camp." (Name) explained to Hailey.

Hailey looked at her brother and looked back at them. "Like the Donner Party." Hailey's brother said, looking back at Sam. "Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities.. speed, strength, immortality." Sam explained. "If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this... less-than-human thing." Dean added. "You're always hungry. " (Name) added. "So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Hailey asked.

The three hunters looked at each other in silent conversation.

(Name): 'Tell her.'

Dean: 'Is that a good idea?'

Sam: 'The only option we have, isn't it?'

(Name): 'Fuck it.'

"Well-" (Name) started, but was suddenly cut off by Dean. "You're not gonna like it." He warned. "Tell me. (Name), what were you going to say?" Hailey insisted. "Wee, more than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food." They explained. "It hibernates for years at a time. When it's awake.. it keeps it's victim alive." They continued. "It... stores them... so it can feed whenever it wants." They said. "If your brother's alive... it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe." Dean explained. "And we gotta track it back there." (Name) said.

"And then how do we stop it?" Hailey asked. "Well... guns are useless." Dean laughed. "So are knives." (Name) added, when they saw Hailey pull out a pocket knife. She rolled her eyes and put it back in her pocket. "Basically.. we gotta torch the sucker." Dean said, holding up a homemade flamethrower.

Walking through the bush, Dean, (Name) and Hailey were in front with Sam and Hailey's brother behind. As they walk past a tree, (Name) spots a scratch mark with blood on it. They shrug and think of it as a bear scratch from an unlucky camper. "Dean. (Name)." Sam called out, looking up into the trees. "What is it?" (Name) asked, walking up beside them. Sam pointed and they narrowed their eyes.

There were svratch marks all over the trees. They had blood in them. Sam walked around Dean as he inspected the markings. "You know, I was thinking that those vlaw prints are so clear and distinct.." Sam started, getting in Dean's face to prove a point.

"They were almost too easy to follow." (Name) breathed out, catching Sam's drift. Suddenly, a growl was heard by the three behind them. They whipped around and looked into the wood land. The bushes moved, but Sam didn't see anything that could have moved it.

Movement started to increase around the group of 5. It was silent. Too silent. Hailey backed up into a tree and looked up. When she opened her eyes, she screamed a sound that could have burst a dog's ear drum. "Ah!" She screamed. Roy's body fell where she was standing as she dove out of the way, having (Name) to catch her.

Hailey wrapped her arms around (Name) and sobbed. "You okay?" (Name) asked panicked. Dean was inspecti.ng Roy. "His neck's broken." Dean informed. A vicious snarl occurred, causing them to rise to their feet. "Okay, run, run! Go, go, go, go!" Dean ushered quickly, practically pushing Sam and (Name).

The group ran through the wilderness, away from the wendigo. (Name) tripped and fell fowards to the ground with an 'oof.'. "Come on. Come on. I got you. I got you." Sam said, helping his older sibling out. (Name) yried to run but had twusted their ankle. Sam wrapped their arm around his neck and picked them up to continue running.

Dean led the group to an opening but then stopped suddenly. Dean told Hailey and her brother to stop running. Instead she started screaming again as she spotted something in the trees.

Sam and (Name) were sprinting to the scream as soon as they heard it. That's when (Name) got attacked and taken in the blink of an eye. "(Name)?" Sam asked, confused. "Sammy!" Dean called, running up to him. "Hey, where's (Name)?" Dean asked, looking around. Sam turned frantically as his concern rose. "(NAME)!" Sam called loudly.

"If it keeps it's victims alive, why did it kill Roy?" Hailey's brother asked as they walked. "I think because (Name) shot at it and it thought it was Roy and it got pissed off." Sam explained. Hailey's broyher crouched to the ground and picked something up. "Whatcha got there?" Dean asked, walking up to him. "They went this way." Hailey's brother told Sam, ignoring Dean's question.

He handed Sam the thing and Sam inspected it. "It's better than bread crumbs." Sam said with a laugh. It was (Name)'s jacket. The three walked off un the direction they predicted (Name) and Hailey to be.

It had been many hours, but eventually they came to an abandoned mine. A sign on the front said, 'Warning! Dangerous, Do Not Enter. EXTREME TOXIC MATERIAL'

Sam inspected the door and , climbed in through a hole in the gate. "N- Sammy... We're not going in there." Dean said, a disgusted look on his face. "Stop being a pussy!" Sam shouted from inside the gate. Dean rolled his eyes as he walked past Hailey's brother, following his own. Hailey's brother had doubts, but he didn't want to be left outside alone, so he finally decided to go.

The three boys walked down what looked to be train tracks. Sam pulled out a flashlight, followed by Dean. They saw a light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. They stopped in their tracks when they heard a growl to their right. Dean grabbed Sam and Hailey's brother and pulled them into a off tunnelway.

Water dripped as the wendigo stomped past the three. They looked to see if the coast was clear and witnessed the wendigo walking towards the light. Hailey's brother started whimpering and Sam vlamped his hand over his mouth and shushed him. Sam led the way as they went the way the wendigo came.

They walked for a long while before they heard wood creaking. They looked down and saw they were walking on a wooden platform. As if it was scripted, Hailey's brother, Sam and Dean fell through said wood and landed in a cavern below.

Sam had landed on his back, Dean on his side and Hailey's brother on his stomach. He looked up to see a skull set in front of his face and screamed as he scrambled backwards. "Hey, it's okay." Sam reassured. "It's okay, it's okay." Sam repeated, calming the boy down. Dean came to sit next to them and they weren't ready for what was next to them.

It was (Name) and Hailey tied up on a wooden beam. They were both unconsicious though. "Dean." Sam called for his brother when he saw blood covering (Name)'s face. "Hailey, wake up." Hailey's brother commanded Hailey. "(Name)." Sam said shaking their body.

When there was no response, Dean pushed Sam out of the way. "(Name)!" Dean said, slapping them across the cheek. In response, (Name) jerked awake and kicked Dean in the balls. "Fu-" Dean said, tears forming in his eyes and he collapsed to the ground. "Hey. You okay?" Sam asked (Name), ignoring Dean's cries. (Name) groaned as they blinked hard. "Ugh. Yeah." They replied.

"Hailey." Hailey's brother said. "Hailey." He said again. "Wake up." He said. "Wake up." He said again. "Gotcha." Sam said, hoisting his sibling down. "Alright." Dean said as the pain finally went away. Hailey started coughing.

Sam and (Name) supported each other as they walked away from the old ropes. Sam dropped them and they went tumbling down. "Uh! Mm, hmm, hmm." They cried out, biting their lip. "You sure you're alright?" Dean asked, concerned.

(Name) nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Where is it?" They asked. "It's gone for now." Sam reassured. By then, Hailey and her brother had sat next to the three, recovering. Her eyes widened when she saw Tommy hung up in front of her. She started crying for her brother.

"Tommy." She cried softly. She caressed his cheek and cried some more. "Tommy." She called again. Tommy's head shot up as he gasped, scaring Hailey. "Ah!" She screamed. Sam had come up behind them, leaving Dean and (Name) alone on the other side of the cage.

"Cut him down." She pleaded, turning to Sam. They did so and took Tommy out of the rope. "Watch your legs." Sam cautioned quietly. "Hailey." He whispered. "Hey." She replied. "Ben." Tommy said, smiling.

"It's okay, we're gonna get you home." Ben reassured. On the other side of the cave, Dean was helping (Name) stand up. "Check it out." They called to the group. "Flare guns." They continued, holding them up. "Those will work." Sam agreed, nodding his head.

Dean led as Sam stayed in the back. The three non-hunters supported each other and (Name) took the sides. Dean heard snarling and stopped the group. "Looks like someone's home for supper." Dean announced. "We'll never outrun it." Hailey argued.

"You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Dean asked the two. "Yeah, I think so." (Name) replied, nodding. The growling got louder. "Alright, listen to me. Stay with Sam, (Name), you're coming with me." Dean advised.

"He's gonna get you out of here." (Name) reassured the group. "What are you gonna do?" Hailey asked (Name) with concern. Instead of responding with words, (Name) blew a kiss and ran off with Dean.

"It's chow time, you freaky bastard!" Dean shouted, alerting the wendigo. "Yeah, that's right! Bring it on, baby!" (Name) tormented. "We taste good!" Dean yelled. Sam led the group back out of the cave as Dean and his other sibling continued shouting.

"Alright, come on. Hurry!" He ushered the group. "Hey!" Dean shouted, walking into a new room. "Hey, you want some white meat, bitch?" (Name) yelled again. "We're right here!" Dean yelled. It didn't seem to work and they walked off again.

Sam was leading everyone to the train tracks again. There was growling. "Get him out of here." Sam ordered. "Sam, no!" Hailey yelled. "Go." Was all he said in return. "Go!" He repeated when they didn't move. Ben had to grab Hailey's shoulder and practically drag her out.

Sam ran the opposite way, into the cave. His breath was heavy as he raised his flare gun. "Come on, guys. Come on." He pleaded quietly. He heard growling and was confused. He turned to his left and saw the wendigo skreeching at him. He tried to shoot it but it ran out of the way.

Sam ran towards the group as they called out his name. "Sam!" Hailey called out. "Come on. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Go." He scrampled getting them out, his lucious locks, no longer looking soft, but covered in sweat.

The wendigo was chasing them in the fog. They all ran fast but it was faster. "Ah! Uh, uh, uh." Hailey screamed. "Go. Get behind me." Sam said, putting his arm around them protectively. The path was blocked. The wendigo walked towards them slowly. It growled with it's arms out reached.

"Hey!" (Name) called from behind it. As it turned, Dean shot it and it went up in flames. It's body fell on the floor, still on fire.

"Not bad, huh?" (Name) asked, looking up at Hailey. Hailey smiled lovingly at them and nodded.

There was an ambulance and lots of police officers at the site. "And that's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed 800, 900 pounds." Ben lied to the officers as Sam stood next to him. Dean was leaned up against his car, waiting for his siblings and (Name) was walking with Hailey.

"So.. really. I don't know how to thank you." She said. (Name) gave her their toothy grin. "Must you cheapen the moment?" She asked, laughing. "Yeah." They replied. An ambulance person came up to Hailey. "You riding with your brother?" She asked. "Yeah." She replied.

Sam and Ben walked over to them. "Let's go." Hailey said. Ben nodded. Hailey looked over at (Name). She sighed and gave them a kiss on the cheek. "I hope you find your father." She said. "Thanks." They replied.

Sam smirked as she walked away. "What?" (Name) asked their younger brother. "You like her." Sam teased. "Do not. Come on, Dean's waiting for us." (Name) blushed.

They went over and saw Dean smirking as well. "Shut up." (Name) said to him. They watched as Hailey got into the ambulance. "Man, I hate camping." Dean said suddenly. "Us too." Sam replied.

"Guys, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean asked. "Yeah, I know." (Name) reassured. "But in the meantime.. I'm driving." (Name) said. "No, you're not." Dean refused. Sam looked at Dean. "Can I drive?" He asked.

Dean sighed heavily. He threw the keys at Sam and Sam snatched them from mid-air. "Can I at least sit shotgun?" (Name) pleaded. "I need the back anyway." Dean agreed. "Yes!" (Name) celebrated.

They got in and revved the engine to drive on the highway to find their next case and to continue the hunt for their missing father.

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The first time she goes to Billy’s grave with Steve, Max had been planning on going alone, like she usually did, riding her bike to the graveyard at the edge of Hawkins so she could sit and talk with her brother, update him on what was going on with everything.

Something made her turn her bike towards Loch Nora that day instead though. She knew that something had been going on between Billy and Steve before everything happened, there were too many times she’d entered a room to see them jumping apart, too many times she’d seen them sharing a smoke, pressed just a little too close for it to be casual. But Steve had never talked about it, so she’d never mentioned it either. She was just to give up ringing the bell and leave when a bleary eyed Steve answered the door. “Hey, Max,” he said, sleepily. “What’s up?”

She looked him up and down. He looked rough, his hair sticking up at odd angles, and his eyes red, like maybe he’d been crying before he went to sleep. “I was just wondering, if maybe you’d like to visit Billy with me?”

He sighed, looking like he’d rather do nothing more than close the door to the world. “Ok,” he said, after a minute of staring blankly. “Let me just get a sweater and my keys.”

They drove to the cemetery in near silence, save for a bit of polite conversation about how the start of freshman year was going for Max. The truth was that it wasn’t going well for any of them, but she just gave Steve a quick “Its going ok,” and that was the end of that.

They parked at the edge of the cemetery parking lot and walked over to Billy’s grave. Max knew exactly where it was after visiting it almost weekly for the past three months.

They sat and talked to Billy for almost an hour, telling him stupid jokes and stories about weird and things they’d seen around town, and when they left, Max could swear that Steve seemed a little lighter.

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The next time, she came prepared. She had a hunch that Steve was behind the little pink teddy bear that she’d found stuffed behind Billy’s pillow. It was too new to be something from his childhood. When they sat down at Billy’s grave, she pulled it out of her bag, just to see what Steve’s reaction was. His eyes grew wide, but he stayed silent, even as he looked like he was itching to reach out and grab the stuffed animal.

***

It was Steve’s idea to start bringing lunch for Billy. She and Steve had started visiting the graveyard together a lot, and it had become their thing to bring lunch. One Saturday, Steve pulled out two sandwiches instead of one.

Max raised an eyebrow. “Extra hungry today?” Steve shook his head. “It’s for Billy. Peanut butter and raspberry jam was his favourite.” His eyes grew wide. “I mean, it probably was. It’s a lot of peoples favourite, right?” He kept rambling on, but his voice became choked, and his shoulders started to shake slightly.

Max moved closer to him, pulling him in for a hug as she herself started to cry. “It’s ok, Steve. I knew about you two, it’s alright.” She rubbed his back as the tears kept pouring for both of them.

Once the dam had broke for Steve, he couldn’t stop. “It’s not fair Max, it’s just not fair. He was only 18. We only started dating in late May. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were supposed to be happy together. I was going to get him out of there. Away from his dad. I was supposed to keep him safe and I didn’t. I never got a chance to spoil him or tell him how special he was. All I ever even gave him was that stupid teddy bear, after our first date.”

Max held him as he rocked in her arms. “I’m sure he knew that Steve. He knew how much you cared about him.” They sat there and cried until there were no more tears left, then they packed up and went home. It got easier after that though. It was easier to talk about Billy when she had someone else that missed him as much as she did. It finally felt like Billy wasn’t being forgotten.

***

After months of effort put into getting Billy back and helping him slowly recover, the first thing Steve did when he had him home was cuddle in his bed and eat peanut butter and raspberry jam sandwiches, the little teddy bear between them.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #max mayfield #chrisbitchtree writes #my fic #harringrove fic #stranger things 4 spoilers #st4 spoilers #kind of?#I don’t know what this is and it got long but here you go

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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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Title- Mikaelsons and a baby

A part two to this ask

Part three

Part four - coming soon

Pairings: Poly!Mikaelson x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Just a little bit of angst, Klaus and Kol threating people

You sat with Rebekah trying to distract yourself from not worrying about Davina as lately the young witch hadn't been feeling well lately. You looked up seeing Hayley leaving with Sophie and thought nothing of it.

"Hey Beka?"

"Yes, beautiful?" Rebekah questioned looking over at you seeing that you were knitting you fourth scarf.

"Is Davina okay? Marcel was asking about her earlier." You asked Rebekah watching drop her book worry came across her face.

"Also it is probably nothing but I over heard Sophie talking to Nik about completing the Harvest." You answered Rebekah startled when she suddenly stood up.

"I need to find Elijah." Rebekah said leaving making you worry as it was never good if Elijah needed to know and decided to find Kol since you were still mad at Klaus when learned what he did to Davina.

"Kol? What are you doing?" You asked him finding him in your bedroom trying do something.

"Putting the crib together." Kol said smiling up at you as you giggled seeing that it was looking more like a hot mess than a crib.

"Babe, that doesn't look like a crib." You giggle sitting next to Kol as he placed his hand on your baby bump.

"Well right now it doesn't but it will be."

"Need any hel......" You were cut off when the room shook and Kol quickly grabbed you protecting you as things fell from the wall.

"What was that?"

"Davina. She can't control all that magic she has." Kol says walking out of the room with you following worried as you mothered the girl as Kol would tease. You followed Kol but paused seeing Hayley with Elijah and as much as you knew to follow Kol. You were curious what they were talking about.

"Elijah, I have something to tell you." You heard Hayley say as you peeked around the corner knowing Elijah most likely knew that you were there.

"What is it Hayley?"

"Sophie called asking for a favor and at first I thought it was about the baby as Sophie promised me that she would help break the curse," Hayley says as she walked ahead of Elijah as he narrowed his eyes, "that Marcel put on my people for information. I didn't think nothing of it but Davina started doing those pictures of Celeste."

"Hayley, what did you do? It have better not put Y/N and the baby in danger." Elijah said walking up to the werewolf as you swallowed a bad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

"Sophie wanted to find Celeste's remains so I asked Y/N and went though your journals to find out where you buried her the told Sophie," Hayley tells Elijah sounding hurt as you felt sick and guilty as Elijah told you in confidence, "I know it was snoopy and I should have just asked you."

"Celeste wanted to be left in peace. When a witch's remains are consecrated, that power fuels the rest of their community." Elijah tells Hayley hurt lacing his voice while guilt ate away at you. Hayley looked down feeling terrible as Elijah walked up to her.

"She did not want to be found, she made me promise to make sure she couldn't. Not only did you violated my privacy but you have broken my promise to her."

"I thought they were just bones Elijah."

"If you truly believed that, why didn't you ask me where to find her instead of using Y/N and looked though my journals." Elijah said walking pass Hayley going to chase after you hearing you walking off.

"Baby, Y/N. Wait a minute." Elijah says gently grabbing your arm and cupped your cheek wiping away your tears.

"Why are you upset?"

"Because I helped Hayley break your promise. I know how much they mean to you." You tell Elijah as he smiled softly pulling you into a hug.

"You are too sweet baby. I am not mad at you for you couldn't have known her little plan."

"But still Elijah." You mumble against his chest as Elijah kissed your head when you hugged him. It wasn't hard to see Elijah was angry at Hayley as Kol and Rebekah could tell but Klaus wasn't surprised as you finally forgave him and told him everything.

"Elijah can we talk?"

"Just on my out." Elijah said holding your hand taking you with him for the day as Klaus followed teasing Elijah.

"You don't have to be here. You also didn't need to bring Y/N, it'll take Sophie some time to prepare the consecration."

"I have nothing but time and Y/N needs time out of the Abattoir. I owe Celeste this much." Elijah says watching you stand at the grave flowers in hand as you told Elijah you wanted to pay respects to the dead witch.

"Care to elaborate?" Sabine asked walking up to Elijah as he looked at her then back at you with a soft look in his eyes.

"Ever experience something so profoundly wonderful that when it was taken from you. Your life felt unbearable?"

"Yeah I've felt that. I have scars to prove it." Sabine says noticing how Elijah watched you as if you were the only woman in the world.

"I believe when you love someone like I had Celeste, they leave you uniquely vulnerable. Y/N has the power to hurt me like no other."

"You really love that woman don't you?" Sabine asked looking at you also as Elijah took out a handkerchief.

"I do." Elijah says walking up to noticing a tear rolling down your cheek wiping it away. Learning that Marcel took Davina to protect her from the Harvest left a hollowed feeling in your chest.

"You okay there?" You heard Sabine ask as you left at the Abattoir as the family went looking for Davina and Marcel.

"Yeah.....I....just...it's nothing."

"You can tell me." Sabine says sitting next to you as you sighed rubbing your bump.

"I feel bad for Elijah. I understand Hayley wants to help her people but it made Elijah break his promise to Celeste."

"You knew were she was buried."

"Yeah....I asked wanting to pay respects to the woman that got to love Elijah before me."

"You are adorably dumb."

"So Nik and Kol tells me." You tell her with a bright smile as Sabine could see what the Mikaelsons saw in you. You had a softness to you that drew people in, that made them comfortable.

"Where is Hayley?"

"Hanging out with her wolves." You answered Sabine watching her pull out a pendant of some kind.

"Wanna know the sex of the baby?" Sabine asked you watching you light up nodding.

"We found Davina." Kol says sitting next to you seeing you playing a card game with Sabine. You paused looking at Kol as that hollow feeling returned.

"Oh." You said in a quiet voice which Kol picked up something was wrong with you and made a note to ask you later about it. Rain poured as you stood next to Kol with Elijah holding an umbrella over you as you all watch Sophie complete the Harvest.

"It didn't work." Hayley whispered as the witches didn't wake up as the rain stopped. You bit your lip tears falling seeing Sophie cry over her dead niece.

"Shhh darling. It's okay." Kol muttered softly hugging you as you cried Elijah felt his heart break hearing your sons.

"Rebekah, you and Kol take Y/N home while Niklaus and I take care of this."

"Come babe. We'll get you and get some tea." Rebekah says as you nodded walking with her and Kol.

Bad juju is what your grandmother would say when ever you would get a hollow feeling. For the last few days witch bad juju was running a muck as Klaus and Rebekah was missing while Kol had to save Hayley and a wolf you learned named Jackson.

"Baby?" Elijah questioned finding you sitting in Klaus's art studio dress in one of Klaus's shirts as non of Rebekah's clothes couldn't fit you anymore.

"I miss them 'Lijah." You tell him as he sits next to you kissing your head.

"We'll find them baby." Elijah tells you as you nodded. It was weird to you hanging around Hayley as you had been noticing how she would look at Elijah. You hadn't noticed until Celeste pointed it out after you learned she was controlling your new witch friend.

"You're a lot cuter than what Hayley told me about you." You heard Jackson say making your cheeks warm up looking up at the werewolf.

"Well I could say something nice about you but Hayley barely said a word about you."

"So why are you out here with Hayley?" Jackson asked sitting next to you.

"Hayley's idea. She told Elijah that it would be safer for me until they find Nik and Beka."

"I see. What are you having?"

"A girl." You tell him with a smile as you two talked.

"You let Hayley take my unborn child and Queen out in a swamp."

"Firstly it's a bayou Niklaus and second it was to keep her safe from Celeste." Elijah tells Klaus helping Rebekah over a log while Kol was ahead with Klaus. After a long night in a graveyard airing out centuries of problems, the Originals were inching to have you near them again.

"She is going to upset that Sabine is dead." Rebekah said knowing that you grew close to the witch

"Yes, we should tell her later." Elijah says as Hayley met up with them to which Klaus and Kol noticed right away that Hayley moved next to Elijah.

"Hayley have you and the wolves been taking care of Y/N?" Klaus questioned there was a dangerous under tone to Klaus's voice. Hayley looped her arm around Elijah's nodding as Elijah raised an eyebrow but pushed it aside.

When they reached the wolf pack, they heard your sweet laugh and saw you standing in front of what looked like a work bench. Jackson stood behind you gently holding your hands showing you how to drill.

"Hayley who is that touching my wife." Rebekah asked lowly as Hayley looked at her seeing the blonde vampire glaring. Hayley looked at the other three jumping when she heard them growling also glaring.

"That's Jackson. Y/N and him has been getting close."

"You have told him who she belongs to yes?"

"I though her being pregnant was a clear enough sign." Hayley told Klaus not caring for his glare. Rebekah got your attention easily something her and the boys was always proud of.

"Beka!" You cried moving from Jackson throwing yourself into her arms as she held you. Hayley walked up with boys seeing you peppered Rebekah with kisses.

"Nik! You're okay!" You squealed happily giving the hybrid the same treatment as Jackson watched happy for you.

"Oh guys meet Jackson, Hayley's fiancee." You said smiling making the Originals blink confused while Hayley stared at you. While they weren't looking you gave Hayley a mischievous smirk knowing just what you were doing surprising the wolf.

"Fiancee?"

"Yeah. Some old wolf thing." Hayley answered Elijah waving her dismissively while you put on the most innocent look getting Elijah's attention. Both Klaus and Kol knew what you were doing while Elijah had no clue.

"Eli don't you think that maybe we can help Jackson move closer to Hayley or maybe help set up a cabin. So that Jackson isn't away from fiancee?"

Klaus and Kol was smirking as Rebekah stood next to quietly laughing behind her hand. They knew when you were jealous as you would get mischievous and since Hayley seemly liked Elijah, you were going to nip it in the bud.

"You're right baby. Hayley you should be getting to know Jackson and getting the pack together if you want them at faction meetings."

"Right.....Elijah or everything is fine just the way it is."

"But Hayley, 'Lijah right. If you want wolves in on the meetings it best you and Jackson unite the wolves." You tell her pressing closer to Elijah who smiled at you unaware of what you did.

"I'll even help little wolf." Klaus said throwing gas on the fire while Jackson smiled also unaware of what little plan you did.

"Okay." Hayley said sighing as you grinned feeling Elijah kissing your head telling Jackson that they needed to get you home.

"You little minx." Klaus teased sitting on the couch pulling you into his lap.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You tell him faking innocence as Kol joined you both laying his head on your belly listening to the baby.

"Don't worry darling it's our little secret." Kol tells you smiling kissing your belly as you just hummed relaxing enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasted.

#rere's stories #mikaelson family x reader #mikaelsons x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #the originals x reader

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dancingamongstdust · 3 years

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Creepypasta Scenarios - First Meeting Part 2

Hoodie

The area where you lived had a ton of back alleyways that acted as shortcuts in a pinch. They were generally safe but you often got an uncomfortable feeling when using them so you preferred to take the busier roads if you could.

Unfortunately, when you had gone to leave work that day, you had spotted the customer who had been harassing you the entire day. It wasn’t anything creepy but it was over-the-top persistent and you weren’t in the mood to deal with it. You slipped out the backdoor as a result. At least you’d get home sooner.

For the most part, you didn’t encounter anything too suspicious and the light from the streets illuminated where you were going.

The large bins outside the grocer’s home indicated that you were getting close. You sped up and rubbed your eyes blearily.

Ahead of you, a dog was barking from inside one of the buildings. It was a pretty noisy animal and you began peering around to see what the source of its agitation was. Ironically, you ended up bumping directly into him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised, rubbing your shoulder.

The guy was tall, wearing dark clothing and standing right in the shadows. You could have probably noticed him if you were a little more awake.

He turned and your breath caught.

His face was obscured by a dark mask with red features stitched onto it. His hoodie which originally seemed dark was now illuminated into a soft yellow or orange, stained with a dark substance.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. His voice crackled out, clearly coming through a voice changer of some kind.

“I – I was just taking a shortcut home. I live near here so I thought… I really didn’t mean to bump into you. I’m super tired.”

“Tired or not, you shouldn’t have seen me,” the guy said. “Do you have a phone or a camera?”

Slowly, you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone. “I don’t have any cash in my wallet –“

“I don’t want your money!” he snapped. “I’m not some petty thief, believe me, I have better things to do with me time. Unlock this.”

You did so and he went through it with a gloved hand. He didn’t have a weapon but something in your gut warned you to just go along with it. Nobody covered up everything, including their voice, when they were up to something good. This guy may not be a thief… but the alternative didn’t feel too much better.

He shoved your phone back at you. “Get out of here and don’t breathe a word of this to anybody. Consider yourself lucky that I’m in a good mood today.”

You swallowed nervously. “Thank you?”

“I’m serious,” he warned. “I can let you go just because you seem pathetic enough to not take this to the police but unless you want to catch a bullet in your back, you’ll keep quiet. My boss doesn’t like people getting involved with this nonsense.”

“A bullet?”

He didn’t answer and your heart thundered in your chest. Part of you wondered if he was going to kill you while you ran away but his attention seemed to have moved away from you. You hurried away, holding your breath the entire time. Every time you glanced over your shoulder, the guy remained unmoving.

When you reached your home, you locked the door tightly and slumped against it in exhaustion.

Homicidal Liu

The sunset was beautiful over the graveyard – the only beauty to an otherwise morbid place.

You stared at the purples and oranges dancing across the sky. The wreath pricked at your hands after a while and you stared down at it. Why did you still bother with bringing flowers? Hadn’t it been long enough? Still, you made your way down to the grave and placed them there, not even bothering to read the name on there.

Lately, your graveyard visits had becoming fewer and fewer. Time hadn’t been on your side recently and thus, your precious solitude had to suffer. You relished in the way that nobody really bothered you here.

An orange glow warned you when the streetlights came on. Perhaps you had been there for longer than you thought but this was to be your last visit.

Better to make it count.

Something caught in the wind made you raise your head. A piece of fabric was stuck in the nearby fence, identifiable as a scarf when you ventured closer.

You took it from the fence and looked around for its owner. Nobody was in view… maybe it had been blown off one of the graves? It did seem homemade.

Guessing, you began to place it on a grave when a voice startled you.

“I’m sorry to bother but I think you have my scarf?”

The man was standing far too close for you to have not seen him when you were glancing around but you blamed that on your night vision. He wore dark clothing and seemed awkward just to be speaking to you.

“Thank goodness,” you said. “I was just going to leave it on one of the graves because I didn’t know who it belonged to.”

He thanked you for it, wrapping it around the lower half of his face almost immediately. “That would be a waste,” he said. “Especially to leave it on this one. Thank you for grabbing it.”

A harsh wind blew through the graveyard, carrying with it the smell of an incoming storm. He grabbed his scarf just in time to prevent it from going flying away again.

“Seems like the weather is determined to steal it from you.”

“Far more powerful things have tried.”

You buried yourself further into your jacket and smiled. “I haven’t seen you around before, are you new in town or just coming to visit a new grave?”

“I’m not visiting a grave,” he admitted. “I just thought that this would be the way back to my house… I grew up in this town but only recently moved back and I’m already lost. It’s a little embarrassing if I’m honest.”

“Well, I like to know everybody,” you said. “What’s your name?”

“Su – I mean, Liu,” he said. “Liu. Sorry, I nearly gave you my surname.”

You laughed. “Oh that’s no problem. It’s nice to meet you but I really like your name. Is it Chinese?”

“I don’t know,” he said. He looked around and began walking away. “I really have to go. Thank you for getting my scarf and all that.”

“I’ll see you around,” you said with a wave.

It was only later when you realised how suspicious that entire interaction was. You had never seen Liu before in your life and he was just hanging around in the graveyard? He hadn’t seemed too creepy at least. Maybe you would see more of him in the coming days.

Jane the Killer

It wasn’t that you were unobservant or inattentive toward girls but nobody had really caught your eye until Jane.

She was stunning in a way that few people could ever match with dark hair that tumbled past her hips and soulful eyes. Her walk was always confident, her smile always perfect, and her attention always desirable. Your main regret about life was that you didn’t speak to her sooner – especially when you thought back on what happened not too long after your first meeting.

You organised with your friends to somehow bump into her but instead, you wound up getting treated for a pretty painful bruised hip. Your second plan didn’t work out either and your third never even left the drawing board.

“Just go up to her and say hi. Tell her that she’s beautiful,” your friend encouraged. “She’ll say thanks and then you’ll be able to talk to her.”

“That’s so boring though,” you said. “It’s not like something out of a romance novel.”

Your friend groaned and stood up. “Well, I’m going home. We have like three months left of high school and I’m not going to spend that time obsessing over how to speak to a girl. She’s literally a regular person.”

They were right and you knew that. No matter how you tried to set up a sweeping romance, it probably wouldn’t work out.

So you tried.

And you tried.

Two weeks later, you were about to give up on mimicking a romance novel and it appeared that your friend was thinking the same thing. She grabbed your arm and began to drag you somewhere, muttering about changing the topic. You had a vague idea of where you were going but you didn’t fight too much.

“What if she’s still dating that Woods boy?” you asked. “The older one.”

“They broke up after literally a month of dating. I don’t blame her – those Woods boys are pretty enough but the older one has something seriously wrong with him. And the younger one is always talking to himself…”

“I really don’t care about the Woods’,” you commented.

“No, you care about Jane who is honestly quite weird as well,” they said. “But that is going to be your problem and not mine.”

They dragged you directly up to her group. It wasn’t large – despite Jane’s beauty, she wasn’t incredibly popular due to her associations. Your friend wasn’t the only one who was a little scared of the Woods boys and Jane had hung out with them for quite a while.

“Hey,” your friend said before even letting you go. “You have no idea who we are but my friend here has a massive crush on you. Could you please just say hi so they can get it out of their system?”

You were sure that it was unhealthy to be as red as you were. It felt like your heart was about to leap from your chest.

Jane laughed, a soft and gentle sound. “I’m not really interested in a relationship,” she hummed. “But thank you. That’s very flattering.”

Somehow, your heart sped up still and you awkwardly rubbed your arm. “No problem?”

“Why don’t you join us for a little bit?” Jane offered. “Just because I don’t want to date anybody doesn’t mean that we can’t become friends. You look like my kind of person.”

You stumbled over your words but somehow, your conversation managed to go extremely well. Jane was brilliant in every possible way and you quickly grew attached to seeing her every day. That was why you mourned so greatly when she died.

Jason the Toymaker

The sun was so warm against your skin. You could stay there forever, stretched out on the grass and basking in the sunlight.

“It’s done,” your friend’s voice broke through your daydreaming

You opened your eyes and rolled over to see exactly what they had been working on for the entire trip. After realising the first few times that you weren’t going to get a reaction, you had decided to wait for them to finish working before you tried to have a conversation.

“I didn’t know you could draw,” you said. “That’s amazing.”

The hyper-realistic man was sketched to perfection with a top hat, a fur coat, and a small mouse sitting on his left shoulder. It felt like his eyes could piece into your soul.

“Who is that?” you asked them.

They stared blankly at the image and shook their head. “I don’t know,” they said. “He’s been in my dreams for so long. I think it has something to do with my amnesia. Maybe I knew him once before.”

“He’s a little intimidating,” you said. “I could imagine him to be a ringleader in a circus that’s like a secret cult. Maybe he’s why you lost your memory.”

“Maybe…” they said, tapping the picture. They suddenly shoved it into your chest and stood up. “You keep that. I don’t want it anywhere near me. I need to go talk to my parents.”

You watched them race out of the park in confusion. The man in the picture stared up at you with haunting eyes.

Folding it in half so it didn’t freak you out, you stood and dusted off your clothing. Maybe it would be best if you headed home. It was getting late either way.

Later on, you’d call your friend and check up on them.

About 10 minutes away from your house, the feeling of being watched snuck up on you. It hung heavily around your shoulders like a cloak. You glanced around but saw nobody.

Still, you didn’t feel comfortable leading whoever was following you back to your house. You made a point of walking amongst large crowds and headed for the police station.

They were watching you the whole way.

You sped up. A few people bumped into you and you apologised as best as you could. Your grip on the picture was getting tighter enough for you to tear it. The later it got, the fewer people were on the streets and so you were pretty much alone when you bumped into him.

It took you a few seconds to recognise the man from the drawing.

If you thought his drawn eyes were captivating, they had nothing on his real ones which glowed with an almost ethereal light.

“You’re him,” you breathed.

He stared at you, smile falling from his face in confusion. “Who?”

You shakily held out the drawing and he yanked it from your hands. “My friend drew that,” you explained. “They said that its of somebody from their past. They have amnesia you see.”

He was unmoving as he studied the picture. You began feeling a little uncomfortable and then his gaze snapped to you. “Is that so?” he asked.

You nodded and took a small step away from him. “Maybe you should go and talk to them? See –“ you swallowed nervously. “See if you can help them remember?”

“No need,” he said, dropping the paper on the ground. “Who are you?”

Your name came out as little more than a soft whisper. Something about the entire scenario made you uneasy. His appearance was too unnatural.

A gust of wind came by, picking up the drawing and whipping it away. You watched it go and when you looked back down, his eyes were locked on you.

“Such a pity,” he said. “You would have been the perfect doll.”

Wearily, you took a step backwards. His words made your stomach churn uneasily. “What are you talking about?”

He smiled. It was kind and warm but it only made you more nervous. His eyes looked like they had almost changed colour; shifted a shade darker than previously. “Thinking aloud my dear,” he said.

“About dolls?” you asked.

He tilted his head a little towards you. “I’m going to have to bid you goodbye. It seems I have other matters to attend to.” He brushed past you, stopping briefly when directly next to you. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He was gone before you could even spin around to face him.

Jeff the Killer

Pausing the song, you removed your earphones as quietly as possible and placed them down on your desk. According to the blinking numbers on your phone screen, it was nearing 2 AM. Far too late for anybody to make an excess of noise.

You listened closely. The music had been too loud for you to hear anything and you almost brushed the strange noise off as your sleep-deprived imagination. Until something squeaked like shoe soles on tiles.

In retrospect, you should have immediately called 911 but you didn’t want to sound a false alarm.

The light switch was thankfully directly outside your room. The hall illuminated most of the house when they were on and it steeled your nerves. Your roommate’s door was open, allowing you to confirm their sleeping state, curled up in their bed amongst the piles of mess. They had had to move to the spare room due to a faulty window earlier in the day and had clearly given up sorting items.

You glanced into the apartment’s other rooms before heading to the kitchen. There was nothing odd. The scuttling when you entered the kitchen just suggested that your neighbour’s rat infestation may be migrating.

Making a mental note to call the exterminator, you turned to switch off the kitchen light.

Something slammed into you, forcing your back to collide with a wall. A hand covered your mouth and the overwhelming scent of blood and decay invaded your nose. Something cold and sharp pressed against your neck.

“Shut up and stay still,” the man snarled at you. “I don’t think anybody will appreciate you getting blood in the kitchen.”

Your heart leapt into your throat and your body stilled. The man in front of you was terrifying. His skin pale and mutilated. Eyes far too wide for a normal person and dancing with an insanity that sent chills down your spine.

And his mouth… a bloody smile carved across his face, stretching halfway to his ears.

He studied your face carefully and his expression twisted. “You’re not the right one,” he snapped. The knife moved away from your neck, so he could point with it. “I had this all planned and yet when I came into that room, I found it empty. Why?”

Even if he hadn’t been holding your mouth shut, you doubted you would have been able to formulate an answer. The pounding heartbeat in your ears was nearly blocking out his voice.

He lightly tapped your cheek with his knife. “Not that it matters,” he said. “I’ll just have to adapt my original plan. You’re not the right target but I’m a huge fan of collateral damage.”

A small whimper escaped you and tears welled at your eyes. You didn’t want to die.

“Don’t blubber!” he ordered. “View it as a good thing. You’ll be all over the news. Another victim of Jeff the Killer. Hell, you might even be added to a Wikipedia page or something.”

You could recall that name from the news. Often followed by a lengthy list of deaths and the police chief begging for any information about the murderer.

Jeff stared at you for a long minute before he pressed the knife’s blade to your throat and moved his hand away from your mouth. “Scream and I will remove your vocal cords,” he threatened. “Who are you?”

It took several deep breaths and a flicker of impatience in his expression to give you the ability to talk again. You stammered out your full name as quickly as you possibly could.

He rolled his eyes and tilted the knife so it scratched your skin. A sticky and warm substance ran down your throat in small droplets. “Pathetic.”

“Sorry,” you whispered on instinct. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Why not?” he asked. “You ruined my earlier plans to take out my original target by interrupting me before I could find them. Why shouldn’t I settle for you instead?”

You didn’t have an answer.

He took the blade away from your throat. “If you call the police and report what happened here tonight, I will slice you into little pieces.”

It was almost twenty minutes after he left before you regained any movement in your body. You slumped into a heap on the kitchen floor and started sobbing.

Kagekao

Things had been going missing around your house.

Initially, you had thought it was just due to you forgetting where you’d plopped things because it was simple things. Drinks that vanished, keys turning up on the opposite side of the house, and random spills that you didn’t remember making.

But then it started getting weirder still.

You would make food and pack it away, knowing that you would eat it later, and find it gone. Picture frames disappeared, never to be seen again. Your rug half-unraveled during the night and you found it in a pile the next morning. A candle in your bathroom fell over and, somehow, the curtains on the other side of the house had caught alight.

It was suspicious, to say the very least. You began to think that you had some kind of intruder – once, the news reported that a woman found a homeless man living in her attic and eating her food when she wasn’t looking.

So you went out and bought cameras, setting them up throughout your house.

For two weeks, they caught nothing until one of them ended up breaking. You went to get it repaired and the company managed to recover what it had last seen. Which was nothing on your first glance.

But you were soon to realise, that was only because you had been looking at the floor.

While you were rewatching when you got home, you noticed something. The window was sitting wide open and the camera’s angle only allowed you to see half of it. Right toward the end of the feed, a gloved hand appeared on the side of the window and a slight shadow indicated something climbing through.

So you got reinforced windows and made sure that none were open unless you were in the room.

Things still continued happening.

You were beginning to get really annoyed by this. It was tempting to go to the police and let them just handle it but that was going to be a lot of effort that you really didn’t care for. You didn’t feel like you were in much danger. Nothing had happened in your bedroom.

Your next plan was to set up a trap of some kind. With a hidden camera set up, you made extra food and left it on the counter to see if something happened.

The next day, you watched as a plastic toy of some kind was thrown directly into the plate from somewhere off-camera, breaking it and leaving an absolute mess everywhere.

Still not considering it to be anything dangerous, you just cleaned up the mess and loudly cursed out anybody who was listening. You stalked the house after that, searching every nook and cranny with a bat in hand. The final place was the closet in your bedroom and you peered in, expecting nothing.

When you turned around though, you spotted something sitting in the corner of the room.

It was humanoid with arms twisted into awkward positions and a mask on its face. Half the mask was black and the other white, both sides bearing an unnaturally smiling expression. The creature cackled when you saw it and scuttled out of the door, stuck to the roof the entire time.

A second passed.

Then another.

You pinched your arm hard and waited to wake up. Surely there was no way… I mean, why would… humans didn’t generally crawl along the ceiling? Well, you were quite sure they never did that. You must have been imagining it.

A second laugh corrected you on that.

You swallowed thickly, walked over to your door as calmly as possible and locked it. Then you took out your phone and finally called the police.

Kate the Chaser

The day when Kate was sent away remained very clear in your mind. It was a moment that brought extremely change to your life, mixing up your friend group and sending you in a different direction.

The years has passed and you had never gotten over your best friend. They said that she had lost her mind and you knew it was true. All those games investigating the woods and ghost hunting must have put a toll on her mind. Sometimes, you blamed yourself for all the pranks and you knew that Lauren had similar doubts.

And now she was back.

Lauren and you hadn’t remained close, the entire situation feeling too real with one another. Your greeting was stilted but neither of you wanted to be the first to approach the house.

“Do you think that she remembers us?” Lauren asked.

“If she didn’t then her mom wouldn’t have invited us over,” you said.

You stood in complete silence, staring up at the house. Would you even recognise Kate? The last time that you had seen her was when you were both young children and her face remained at that age in your memories.

Eventually, you gained your confidence before Lauren and you walked over, knocking on the door before anxiety could find you.

Kate answered the door and you forgot why you had ever been nervous.

Time had slimmed her face and shortened her hair. Her eyes were still a gentle brown and the cockiness had faded from her smile, but it was recognisable from your nostalgia. It made you feel warm and known – an aura that you had missed without even realising it.

“Hi,” you greeted.

Kate pulled you into a tight hug and you returned it, clutching at her tightly as though she could slip through your fingers. It really had been too long and when you moved away, she held onto Lauren with the same enthusiasm.

“How have you been?” she asked. “You have to tell me everything.”

The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon having tea and just talking about the world at large. Kate didn’t have many stories from the hospital – she claimed it was because the place had been extremely boring and neither of you pushed to find out more about it. Honestly, it was more comfortable to act as though she had simply moved away.

Lauren had to leave first and you were going to go with her but Kate had looked so down that you remained just a little longer. That was when things got weird.

“I’ve missed music a lot,” Kate sighed.

“Did they not allow you to listen to music?”

She grimaced. “No, they did but often I couldn’t hear it over the static. Its mostly gone away now but it came back last night… it fills my brain and all that I can think of is a way to make the pain stop.”

The colour drained from your face as you stared at her. You didn’t know much about what happened to her but you had thought she would be okay now.

Realising it, Kate hurried to reassure you, “I really have recovered,” she said. “My hallucinations have faded and my medication keeps my emotions in check. You really don’t have to be scared of me.”

You stared down at your cup awkwardly. “I’m not scared of you,” you reassured her. “You’ve never done anything to me.”

She nodded. “It will be alright, you’ll see. I’m ready to get back to a normal life with my friends and not have to worry about that ghost stuff ever again.”

Laughing Jack

It was on your leg…

The glare you fixed the small child with could wilt plants. It didn’t care though and merely clutched at your clothing with a happy smile. “Come play with me?” it asked. “I can introduce you to all my friends!”

“How old is she again?” you grumbled at your friend.

Your friend laughed and ruffled their cousin’s hair. “I had an imaginary friend when I was 10. She’s only 6, she’s still at the stage where they’re a big deal.”

The child was oblivious to your conversation and reached out her arms. “Come on. The parents are being boring. I have candy that my friend gave me. We can share it.”

“I agreed to come along to your family get together to keep you company,” you said to your friend. “You know I don’t like children. Babysitting really isn’t my forte.”

All you received for your complaining was laughter.

By the time you had the 4th teddy bear had been introduced, you were done. Why did one kid have so many toys?

“Now which one of your friends gives you candy?” your friend asked. “Because if it’s from Princess, I don’t think it’s edible. What if she secretly puts glitter in it?”

Expected to play along, you sighed. “Unless it’s glitter from rainbows because then it’s got magic powers and allows you to fly.”

The child liked your thumb-sucked statement because she jumped up in excitement. “I don’t get it from Princess. Jack gives it to me! But if Princess can make me fly, I want to have that kind of candy instead!”

“Which one’s Jack again?” you asked, eyeing the line of toys.

“He’s not here right now,” the child said, biting her inner cheek. She turned in a circle. “Sometimes he hides in the cupboard though!” She ran over to her cupboard and pulled the doors open. “I don’t think – OW!”

She reeled backwards, clutching her cheek. Both you and your friend immediately jumped up and ran over to her. A tiny slice mark ran across the side of her face. It wasn’t anything serious, but she was sobbing as though it would kill her. You presumed a small edge on one of the boxes in the cupboard had been the cause.

“Do you want me to take you to mom, so she can kiss it better?” your friend asked. “Your new best friend can wait here and make sure all your toys are safe.”

The child nodded, and she got led out of the room. You rolled your eyes at the sensitivity and reached into the cupboard to push the box out of the way. A clawed hand reached out of nowhere and grabbed your wrist tightly.

Before you could even shout, it lifted you off the ground by your arm and a second hand had wrapped around your mouth.

The monster’s body appeared out of the closet.

It was a clown. Easily 7ft tall and comprised of monochrome colours with a sharp, pointed nose and long, greasy hair. Its black lips spread into a smile, revealing pointed teeth and a sickeningly sweet breath.

You writhed against its grip, trying to scream or do anything but it was insanely strong, and it just laughed at your efforts.

“How mean,” it purred, leaning in close to your face. “You ask who I am and then, when I appear to you, you insult my appearance. Awful etiquette. Your parents should be concerned about how rude you are to strangers.”

You strained your memory to think about what you had been doing before it grabbed you but the adrenaline was clouding your mind. What had you asked? You struggled more with the lack of memories.

The clown shook its head. “I haven’t revealed myself to somebody so old in a long time. You should be flattered but instead you choose to try and kick me. This is why I don’t do this. Children are far more polite.”

He released you suddenly and you landed hard on the ground. It winked and disappeared, right as your friend and her cousin returned.

“You met Jack!” the child shouted excitedly, pointing to the candy lying next to you.

You shoved it away from you as quickly as possible.

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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By the Light of the Moon

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Ghostly Stroll

Walking through a graveyard on Halloween, what a cliché. Happy Spooktober

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warning: Potential Crying, Mentions of Death

1358 words

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The moonlight shown through the cloudy sky, reflecting in the small puddles left on the paved, damp road.

Aelin liked stepping in those puddles.

She would huff a laugh every time her boot fell in the shallow water, creating rippling distortions to the light before it calmed and mirrored the moon once more. She liked the feeling of the stray droplets of water splashing against her foot.

Rowan didn’t comment, simply shook his head fondly and rolled his eyes with each passing puddle.

There was a chill in the air as a soft, crisp breeze blew through the trees. Aelin listened to the rustling of leaves—the ones that were left anyway, seeing as most had already turned shades of crimson, ochre, and toffee, before blanketing the ground.

As a particularly strong gust of wind lifted strands of Aelin’s blonde hair, now shimmering in the moonlight, Rowan reached across with the arm not entwined with hers and gently tucked it behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture and leaned closer to her husband, savoring the feeling of her shoulder pressing into his and smiling again as he turned his head to kiss the top of her head.

“This is nice.” She said quietly, “don’t you think?”

“Which part?” he asked, facing her and meeting her blue and gold gaze.

Aelin didn’t answer him right away, instead enjoying their peaceful stroll along the empty road. She pushed a stray silver lock back from his face. “The breeze.” She smiled as sounds filtered from houses out towards the road. “The echoes of strangers telling stories. The smell of a fire and roasting marshmallows.” Aelin caught and held Rowan’s gaze. “Walking this beautiful night with you.”

They kept walking, not in a hurry to get anywhere but just enjoying each other’s company. “It is nice, Fireheart. It’s the best time of year.”

Aelin smiled again as she caught the faint sounds of children giggling as the last, straggling trick-or-treaters collected their candy before returning home. She squeezed Rowan’s arm, keeping pace with him as they strolled farther down the road, enjoying the fresh October air.

“My favorite.” She agreed.

They walked along the familiar road for a while more before the houses disappeared and gave way to a large plot of land housing graves, tombstones, and mausoleums.

Aelin turned to grin at Rowan, and he knew exactly what she was going to say.

“It’s Halloween.” She said as if that was question and answer enough. He supposed it was, but Rowan raised a brow, and she rolled her eyes before amending, “Halloween, All Hallows Eve, Samhain—the sentiment’s the same. But we’re here,” she looked toward the graveyard for a long moment before insisting, “we can’t not go in.”

“Walking through a graveyard on Halloween,” he muttered dryly, but followed her lead as they passed through the creaky metal gate. Its not like he would say no to this, or to her. “What a cliché.”

Aelin snorted and met his amused stare with her own. “You say that like we don’t do this every year.”

The front of the graveyard mostly held newer burials, all polished headstones and fresh flowers. The farther back they walked, the older the dates on the stone became. The organization also became more haphazard the further back they roamed. Near the gate the plaques and stones had been lined up in neat rows, but as asphalt turned into cobblestone turned into grass-covered paths, the headstones were placed at odd angles and spaced at random.

“Hmm” Aelin contemplated, halting in front of a new-looking stone and glancing at the dates.

“No, not again, Fireheart.” Rowan groaned, knowing his wife too well.

“I’m going to say that this woman died at the ripe old age of eighty-seven while posing for a tastefully nude portrait.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a little vulgar to make up outrageous stories about the dead?” Then he snorted. “And how would that even kill her?”

Aelin raised a brow at him even as his lips quirked up. She steered them down another aisle. “Are you saying that because you actually think that?” Her tone made it obvious she didn’t believe it. “Or are you upset because you know you couldn’t come up with anything more interesting?”

He scoffed as they landed in front of a stone with slightly older dates. He glanced down at Aelin who was watching him expectantly as if to say show me what you’ve got. He glanced around, making sure one no one else was within earshot.

Occasionally, Aelin and Rowan would spot another person or sometimes a small group of people walking through the graves or staring solemnly at a particular headstone. They would nod in acknowledgment and share a brief, understanding look.

Not seeing anyone, he begrudgingly focused on the plaque and said, “Let’s say that this fellow lived his life in the circus and had an unfortunate fire-breathing accident.”

Aelin laughed, her eyes sparkling as they continued to make up stories.

They kept walking. Every now and then they would hear a bird flying across the grounds or the wind whistling through the trees.

“Ooh here’s an older one.” Aelin glanced at Rowan before nodding, “this one accidentally shot himself with a cannon.”

Rowan snorted, “how does one shoot themselves with a canon?”

“I don’t know,” she rolled her eyes, “maybe it failed to fire, and he went to check on it and suddenly boom.”

They meandered through the aisles and slowly watched as the stones became rougher and covered in moss, the words etched into them barely legible.

The clouds had cleared and now the sky was filled with the light of the fading moon.

This far back into the graveyard, neither Aelin nor Rowan could make out the entrance from which they came.

But that didn’t matter. Not as Aelin kept her arm hooked through her husband’s while they turned down another row of ancient, long-forgotten tombstones.

Rowan stopped walking and felt Aelin press herself closer towards him.

“What do you think about these?” he whispered; voice barely audible above the low wind.

Aelin squeezed his arm. “I think,” she whispered just as quietly, “they lived a long, happy life and forever thanked the stars that they found each other.”

The stones were old. Rounded corners from age and layers of moss were identical on the pair of faded headstones. And even though the letters had long since faded, the inscription was something neither of them would forget.

Go Rattle The Stars. Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius & Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. To Whatever End.

They stood quietly for a long moment. Their humor replaced with a calm serenity.

“How long has it been, Buzzard?” She whispered. “I lost count ages ago.”

A lie. Aelin knew exactly how many years had passed—how many anniversaries, how many holidays, how many celebrations; how many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren; how many Halloween nights she and Rowan had made this same trek through the graveyard.

“Too long, Fireheart.” he murmured.

She held his hand even tighter. They didn’t speak again, relishing in their companionable silence and the comfort of simply being with one another, until the moon had almost fully dipped beneath the horizon.

Aelin faced him, a fond smile growing as she placed a hand on his cheek. He still looked as handsome and young as the day she’d met him, despite them having grown old together long, long, ago.

“Until next All Hallows Eve,” She promised.

It wasn’t a thing to feel sad about, nor angry or frustrated. It simply was.

She wasn’t sure how it happened or why, but she and Rowan found each other every year on this night, and she would thank the universe for letting it be so.

“Until next year.” He held her waist as she wound her arms around his neck. Rowan leaned down to press his forehead against hers. “To whatever end, Aelin.”

“To whatever end, Rowan” she raised herself on her toes to kiss him.

As the last glimmers of moonlight disappeared, Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn faded away once more in a ghostly whisper.

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Graveyards

Dorian Gray x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: talks of death, spookyness, graveyards

Author’s Note: this went a little out there lol but I hope you like it!

Requested: by @russian-soft-bitch, Okay, can you please do a thing with Dorian where a reader (his wife) took him on a walk and they ended up on a cemetery admiring old gravestones just before Halloween and he was telling her different spooky stories? Thanks x

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Dorian didn’t enjoy graveyards. It was a normal human trait he figured, not enjoying the dead. The reminder that they were there was meant for those still in the process of mourning. He was not in the process. He hadn’t lost anyone recently.

He had no reason to be near the graveyard, not until you.

You loved it there. It was peaceful. No one ever came and when they did they were quiet. You were quiet too. It was a mutual thing.

You sat in Dorian’s large home, your dress underneath you and sticking out in different places. You looked up at the blank spot where the portrait of him once was. You wondered what he had done with it. It had been there when you went to bed last night but now it was gone, hidden somewhere. That was what you were thinking about when Dorian came down the stairs. He had his chest puffed, his hair slicked back.

“Where are you off to?” he asked, gesturing to your shoes being on. You turned around to look at him over the couch.

“The cemetery.”

“At this time of day?” It was mid-day. You weren’t sure what he was talking about.

“Is there a normal time for people to go?”

“I would assume at night, when it's the proper time for mourning.”

“I’m not mourning anyone,” you explained. He smiled, remembering your little quirk. It was always odd to him. He never saw a need to go. He put on his jacket, puffing out the color.

“Why don’t I come with you?”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’ll get me into the Halloween season,” he suggested. You smiled and nodded, shrugging. You stood up, smoothing out your dress.

“Splendid. Let me just get my jacket and then we’ll be off.”

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You walked over the dirt carefully, trying to mind your step to be respectful to the people below you. You had your arm wrapped around Dorian’s. He opted out of wearing a top hat today. No need to cover that perfect hair. The sun was overcast. It was a perfect fall day. The leaves were falling around the cemetery and onto the graves.

Most of them were big and decrepit. You had already learned most of their names in this particular place, from how often you liked to come. There was no one else there, leaving just the two of you alone.

“This is quite morbid don’t you think?” he asked. You shook your head.

“No I don’t think so,” you admitted. “They were all people once too. Now they’re just spirits, wandering around. Some of them may have even walked here before.”

“These look awfully old,” he said, reading the dates off of some. You shrugged.

“The ground is as old as time Dorian.” He smiled gently at your wonder. You truly were something else. You kept him on his toes if nothing else. You put your head on his shoulder.

“Have you ever seen a ghost?” he asked.

“No. Have you?” He thought about it. Not in the traditional sense. No little children had showed up at his home, nothing of the sort. But he had, just the night before, felt some sort of supernatural presence in his home. In his own eyes, painted, staring back at him.

“Yes,” he breathed. You moved away to look him in the eyes.

“Oh do tell.” He pursed his lips.

“My father owned a painting that I thought could move. I thought it was trying to tell me something. As a child of course.” You nodded. “I think a ghost was inside of it. Something was inside of it.”

“Still? You think that today?”

“Yes,” he said, not looking you in the eye. You smiled.

“I didn’t know you believed in ghosts, Dorian.”

He shrugged, moving forward, trying to push the thought out of his mind. He couldn’t think about that painting in his attic. He wouldn’t. He wanted to focus on you and only you.

“I didn’t either. I just remembered it.”

“Is that why you got rid of your portrait? Because it reminded you of the one your father had?” you questioned, watching your step. He looked down at you but you were busy looking at the ground. You didn’t even notice his gaze. Dorian didn’t think you had noticed it was gone.

“Yes. That’s why.” You nodded once and met his eyes.

“Would you like to see my favorite spot?” He nodded once, eager to get this conversation to move away from the portrait. He let you guide him through the vast sea of graves and through to a small tree in the back row. There was already a dirty blanket lying down beside it. “It’s mine. I wash it every week, don’t worry.”

You sat down on it and he followed suit, the two of you leaning against the tree trunk. You looked out at the graves. From here you could see every single one, down a couple hills and through the trees. You smiled.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

He thought about how one day he would have a grave like this. You would too. Maybe it would even be in this plot here.

“Yes,” he decided. “It is.”

#dorian gray x reader #dorian gray imagines

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blackwidow-bby · 3 years

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Never Be The Same- Mafia!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: Mafia Boss au but y/n kidnaps the mafia boss

Warnings: Cursing, violence, gun mention and gun use, kidnapping

AN: I saw this prompt from a tiktok where someone asked "your favorite trope but reverse" so I did it.

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It wasn't often that you got anonymous letters sent to you by someone looking for your "services". You had left the spy life years ago with a little help from the Witness Protection Program in order to pursue a much quieter life doing...well currently you were just working as a florist. Before that you cleaned headstones at the towns local graveyard, which was scarily a lot bigger than the town you were in. You had quit that job when you got the first anonymous letter on the steps of the shed where you kept your tools. The thought of someone knowing where you worked, hell, who you were, especially when they shouldn't spooked you more than working in the graveyard around sunset.

The request wasn't for anything serious. A simple adult-napping job of some woman. The stranger who left the note definitely specified that they wanted the target alive. It would have been an easy job with some extra cash to put in your pocket, but instead you jumped ship and quit that day and moved to another apartment complex. You even went so far as to get a P.O. Box instead of using the complex's mail. The threat wasn't that big to get the government involved in relocating you again.

You almost you wish you could go back in time to the early morning before you received the letter by some covered stranger. Your skin turned white when you saw the simple little envelope with your old agent code name; Viper.

Sneaky and deadly, you always knew the perfect moment to strike. Whoever this person was had to have also been an old agent from the same organization you worked for. That was the only way you could explain away the anxiety that boiled in the pit of your stomach. Once was an instance, but twice is a hobby, you decide you'll at least think about taking the job. Opening the envelope, your heart started to pound quickly inside its cage. You can't believe you were about to put yourself in this position after leaving it for so long.

The letter read:

Dear Viper;

It has been many years since the last time I've seen your face, the first time I thought you were a ghost. Certainly after seeing your face again, I knew for sure my mind wasn't fooling me. It is with a heavy heart that I ask for your help. Unfortunately a family member of mine had found themselves in trouble with a mafia member. Unable to keep their end of whatever bargain, the mob killed him. I need you to find the person who did this to my brother and bring them to me completely unharmed. I want them conscious, I want my face to be the last ting they see before I get revenge for a member of my family ceasing to live among those that loved them.

The target's name is Natasha Romanoff. At the bottom I've left a burner number and an address if you do decide to take my offer this time, the payment will be handsomely.

Much Thanks;

Otter

Natasha Romanoff? Sounds mafia enough to you. Gods, what a messed up situation to get into. Would it really be enough to possibly have to change your identity again? What if this person was important to this group and they decided to come after you? You sat in silence thinking for a long time if any of this was really worth it. There was a tiny voice that peeped up in the back of your mind. You had been kinda bored lately, this could be the spice you need to add back an old pep in your step.

It was decided. You'll get to work searching for this person in the morning. Wow, that took so much persuasion.

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You got started early the next day. Definitely not due to not being able to sleep in the first place. Oh no. Thanks to the nerves building up over putting yourself in a shitty position. Luckily for you though, this Natasha woman wasn't hard to find at all. The mafia she was affiliated with, operated in the city near the town you lived in. They also apparently seemed to operate most of their business out of a simple pet shop. This has to be the inner workings of a screen writer, you thought to yourself.

Your nerves began to get the best of you on your walk back home. It seemed like everyone's eyes were suddenly on you, like they knew exactly what you were up to. You picked up your speed and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding when you saw the steps to your apartment complex. You quickly ran inside up to your floor and slammed the door behind you. Gosh your nerves were starting to annoy you. How did you ever make it as a top agent is beyond you thinking of the position you were currently in. All feelings aside, you pressured n to pack for the trip you'll soon be taking to the city. It was going to be another long night.

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Your trip to the city was surprisingly smooth. Light traffic. Sun was out. If not for this little mission, if you could call it that, the day would have been perfect to do some sight seeing. You found the "pet shop" just as easy as well. You set up camp on the side of the street in front of the building to see if your target would possibly show up today. You were really hoping this didn't turn into a multi-day stake out. just wanting to get all of this over as quickly as possible so you can go back into hiding again.

It took about 7 hours, well into the late afternoon, before you spotted her walk in. Surprisingly, she was alone. Perfect, time to move in. You got out of your car and casually walked around the side of the business to see if there happened to be a door. The alleyway of the building was dark enough that anyone on the street wouldn't be able to see in. The sound of a creaky metal door could be heard just around the corner. You guess the back will have to do. As you got closer to the sound, you saw the woman in the back of the building talking with a man. You couldn't make out a single word they were saying. Their conversation wasn't important though, only getting her to Otter was.

Your heart began to race as the moment to make your move came closer. This is what you had trained for your whole life. The stealth and ability to make a move without anyone around you knowing until it was too late. Your eyes trained on the red-head in the back of the building. You gave a silent prayer to whoever was listening that the person she was with, would leave her alone for just one second. That's all you needed; one second.

Suddenly, it was as if all of the puzzle pieces fell into place. He left to go back inside. Time slowed down in an instant. You immediately released a breath through your mouth and moved in. You could see every single moment, all of the steps you took right up to behind her. Watching her turn around carefully but never hearing you step up behind her. At the very last second when she had finally caught sight, one hand reached but to grab her arm and pin it behind her back while the other reached around her head with a chloroform rag to incapacitate her.

The hard part was done. The red-haired woman fell limp in your arms, so you maneuvered her into a bridal position to easily carry her to your car. Time was of the essence. Someone would be coming to look for her soon. Swiftly and quietly, you walked back through the alley and reached your car. Knowing you had some time before she woke up, you could stop later to tie her hands and legs once you were farther away from the city. You placed her down in the back seat before getting in the front and driving away. You let out the most dramatic exhale and looked for the letter Otter had given you of his number and location.

One ring

Two rings

So you did take my offer?

Yes, I'm headed to the location now.

Excellent, thank you for your work.

Yeah, whatever.

Click

You drove on for another half an hour before you reached the location. It was an old abandoned warehouse settled 20 minutes in the opposite direction from the city. The sun was completely settled at this point making the surroundings very dark. The sky had an almost purple glow from the towns nearby lights. Getting out, you circled the car to the back passenger door to remove the woman and bring her inside. She was still passed out from the chloroform only stirring slightly as you picked her up.

Maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to you, but you don't remember her being this heavy. Trudging the knocked out woman inside, you found a small chair and placed her down. Your timing was sort of off and thought better to tie down her hands and legs now before checking her pockets for any weapons or forms of identification. The woman's head lulled from left to right while you searched. You found a knife on her belt holster, a small revolver tucked in the back of her pants, a wallet, and a set of keys but not car keys. Her eyes started to flutter while you fingered through the wallet. Nothing important, a drivers license, a couple of business cards from the "pet store", and a what looked like a family photo. The people in the photo looked familiar to you, very familiar.

"What are you doing with that?" The woman mumbled in your direction. You looked her in the eye not saying anything. The woman was gorgeous with the single light shining down on her causing an angelic glow upon the crown of her head. Her red tresses seemed to almost burn in your presence. You looked away from her and continued to inspect the photo she kept in her wallet.

"Who are these people with you?"

Her head lulled once more, "Why do you want to know?"

"Answering a question with a question won't help you. What is your affiliation with the mafia?"

"I'm their fucking boss."

In that instance your eyes widened. Of course, that's why the men in the photo looked familiar to you. She was the fucking heir to one of the top mafia rings in the country. This idiot, Otter, wanted you to bring in the living heir and current head hancho for what she did to a simple family member that got caught up in the wrong group. The sweat was beginning to pour now that you realized you were absolutely fucked.

Before you could say anything else, Otter, the man of the hour, busted trough the doors.

"Viper! I knew I could count on you!"

"What the fuck man?! You really had me capture the fucking mafia BOSS?! We're both going to be fucked if you don't explain everything right now, Otter." You were sweating rivers at this point. Utterly frustrated and hot in the warehouse. The red-head was slowly coming to 100% but her eyes still couldn't fully focus.

"Calm down Viper. Your work is done with me. I'll cover everything up and you can go back to your quiet life."

"Over?! If you don't give me a very good reason to leave her here in your possession, I'm taking her with me." you were shouting at this point. The red-head was now staring at the both of you dumbfounded at the whole situation everyone was in.

"She killed my brother!" You swore you could see steam coming off of his head. "She killed him and left him to rot!"

"Your brother was nothing but scum who tried to steal weapons from me to sell for himself." She had responded this time. Otter quickly pulled out a gun from his pocket and aimed it at the woman.

"He would never have done anything to harm his family or himself!"

She didn't falter her glare one single bit, even with a weapon pointed at her head. "He'd be living a healthy fulfilling life had he not crossed me."

He cocked the gun this time. "Shut up you stupid bitch!"

A smirk played on her lips, she was enjoying getting a rise out of him. Like she knew something the both of you didn't know. Like she knew no matter her outcome someone would always be out there searching for both of you for the rest of your lives until you got caught, or god forbid, kill yourselves to keep from being caught. Your nerves were spiking again, you couldn't let Otter kill Natasha Romanoff.

You sucked a quick gasp. Otter didn't notice but Natasha did. You had her gun.

Natasha's eyes darted back and forth between you and Otter. He was getting upset at the fact that her attention wasn't solely on him. The arm that was holding the gun stopped its falter and held up straight to Natasha's face. "Look at me! I want my face to be the last thing you see when I kill you, you stu-"

BANG

Natasha jumped. She had seen the whole thing take place but didn't really expect you to do it. She could see the tremble in in your hands as they stayed in the same spot. Your eyes were wide, lip quivering, you couldn't believe what you had done and now you had a new problem to cover up. Natasha had a look of empathy in her eyes. You didn't want to be in this position from the get go and it had only gotten worse for you.

"Hey, look at me..." Natasha spoke up softly to break your trance. She had leaned her body towards you in a manner to reach out. "You can put the gun down, its going to be okay now." Your eyes darted down to the gun and back up to Natasha's green eyes. Still shaking you slowly lowered the gun to the ground before you walked over to her cautiously. Tears were falling down your face, the weight of the situation was hitting you. If you had never agreed to Otter's request, you would be cozied up in your bed, awaiting another new day.

Your fingers found Natasha's bound wrists. her skin was surprisingly cool to the touch. She stared at your face the whole time you unwrapped her from the chair. The fresh tears leaving clear trails down your slightly dirtied cheeks. The slight glow of your e/c eyes under the florescent lights of the warehouse. You knelt down in front of her to then remove the binding on her ankles. Something within her compelled her to reach out to you. Without even realizing it, the red-heads palm was already resting on your head. She reveled in the silky smooth feel of your h/c locks. The slight dampness from the sweat that had overcome your skin. She could feel the softness of your fingers slowly circling around her last ankle when your sad eyes looked up to hers.

"How did you manage to capture me without anyone seeing you?" Her hand slipped down to your cheek. "In all of my years, I have not once not heard someone creep up behind me the way you did."

The steady stream of tears grew heavier, your quiet life was about to be destroyed by your own need for a change. She would certainly have your feet for getting a one up on her.

"It was my job. I was known for being so light on my toes, no one could hear me coming." your voice wavered, but the words got out.

"Well I could use someone like you by my side." Natasha held out her hand to you as she got up on her feet. Not really having her ground, she nearly fell when you caught her by the waist. The two of you held your breath as you both stared deeply into each others eyes. You could swear if you inhaled, her scent would be enough to drive you mad. "My guys will cover all of this up for you."

You sat and thought about everything she said. The would would probably prove more exciting than working at a flower shop and probably be more fruitful. You smiled at her. You could feel her warm breath near your lips.

"When do I start?"

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #x reader insert #marvel #black widow x reader #mafia!Natasha romanoff #prompt fic

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anguigenus · 3 years

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Wow you should really continue the Vincenzo vs Lorenzo discourse forever. Just make it a series and I’ll hype it forever.

Love,

A person who hasn’t asked for this on Twitter, tumblr, discord, AO3. . .

Ok so I'm both certain this is exactly what you were looking for and nowhere near what you were looking for. Enjoy.

Also, headcanon that because Luz reads the Good Witch Azura and a lot of other old fantasy, her writing voice sounds like some dude from the 1800s.

Part one to this madness

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The Love of a Father is But an Illusion

An Autobiography by Augustus Porter, Young Illusionist Prodigy

Recorded and edited by Luz Noceda, Human

I was 12 when everything in my life went wrong. I still remember the day — dreary after an acid rain — that I lost my father’s love. I was walking—

Luz stopped typing. “Woah, Gus. Dude. Do you need to talk about something? Because if you need somewhere to stay—”

“I was getting there!” Gus protested. “Just keep writing.”

“If you say so. Just know I’m here for you, all right?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Luz. Now, where was I?”

I had just arrived home from an afternoon of study at The Owl House with my two closest friends. Though there had been snacks, the studying had been particularly grueling, and I was famished. Thankfully I was met at the door by the delicious aromas of one of my favourite meals. It was one of the last sparks of happiness I felt.

You see, another of my dear friends had infiltrated that house and in my absence had supplanted me, filling my father’s mind with insidious propaganda in order to turn him against me. But I get ahead of myself. Let me relate to you the scene as it happened.

I had just walked in the door. There was conversation coming from the other room, which was odd seeing as it was only me and my father who lived in that house, and I didn’t remember my father mentioning company that night.

My father looked up from his cooking as I entered, investigating the source of this vocal anomaly.

“Ah, Gus, you’re home!” he said, his cheery voice unindicative of the sinister malice lurking nearby. “You have a guest here for you!”

Confused as to who could be calling — since I did not recall inviting anyone to my home — it was then that I peered around the corner and laid eyes on him. He looked innocent, then. He was standing on the other side of the counter, a smile on his face — rare in its sweetness — though for some reason he was clad in an old set of my clothes which I had thought discarded after my recent growth. Loathe though I am to admit it now, he was quite a handsome figure in them, though that may have just been the change from his usual raggedy attire.

“Mattholomule?” I asked. “What are you doing here? And why are you wearing my clothes?”

“Hey Gus! I was just stopping by to see if you wanted to work on the graveyard when the acid rain started. Your dad let me in and gave me some new clothes since my old ones melted a bit.” Then a smirk spread across his face and my stomach dropped. “Your dad’s been really nice. In fact, I was just telling him about this game we were playing together.”

Betrayal. It tore at my very heart. You see, we two had been embroiled in a long and passionate war over two characters in that game, each convinced one character was far superior. Both of us had tried to recruit our friends, but to little success. However, his smirk meant he had talked to my father and convinced him that Fernando — his preferred character — was the better man.

The horrible revelation left me rooted to the ground in shock, but before I could confront him my father cut in to tell us supper was ready.

We sat around the table. I was across from that vile backstabber and my father sat between us at the table’s head.

For a bit we exchanged small talk, me probing to discover what else Mattholomule had said, and my father curious as to our relationship.

“Oooo,” Luz leaned over the typewriter, “what is your relationship?” She’d stopped worrying about Gus once she learned this was just another fight about the game. She almost regretted showing it to Gus, but if it gave her some good gossip… well, it would certainly be worth the drama.

Gus blushed. “We’re just friends! My dad was just being nosy, now can we get back to my tale of woe?”

Bingo. “Of course! So, what happened next?” Luz settled back down on her stool as Gus began again.

My father was rather persistent in his attempts, but I was still bashful of my feelings for Mattholomule and so endeavored as best I could to fend off his questioning by bringing up the dreaded topic itself. I asked him what Matt had told him about the game.

He smiled, and there was a warm joy in it, yet it ripped me apart when he spoke. “Why, he was telling me about his favorite character, Fernando. I think this Fernando sounds very nice, in fact. He’s talented, he’s charismatic, he’s sweet and kind — everything someone could want from a love interest.”

As he uttered these terrible words he turned to smile at my enemy, confirming his endorsement of Mattholomule’s side and betraying my trust forever. I knew then I had lost my father, yet still I persevered. Desperately I spoke up. “What about Vincenzo? Did he tell you about him?”

My father turned back to me, curiosity etched on his features. “No, he didn’t. I suppose that’s your favorite?”

“Yeah! Fernando may have it all, but Vincenzo is so much better as a love interest! He’s a bit arrogant at times, but as you go into his story he’s actually just on hard times, and he’s got a heart of gold!”

“I see. Certainly another worthy pursuit,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye — but I knew him. He’d been my father for all my life (up until that day, when I disowned him) and I recognized the playful patronization beneath his gaze he really felt.

It was as though my heart had been ripped from my chest. I knew it was not the place nor the time to confront him though, and so for the rest of dinner I sat, alone in spirit and surrounded by foes while we talked idly of many things.

After we finished dinner, my father shooed us off with assurances he would clean up. I pulled Mattholomule aside in the hallway outside my bedroom and slammed him against the wall to confront him. However, in that moment I faltered. Pinned against the wall, smug and defiant, yet with a hint of fear deep within his eyes, I recognized then someone else in his place. Vincenzo.

I could feel my face flushing at the revelation. His face turned crimson as well, and I had a second revelation. If he was my Vincenzo, then I was his Fernando. The knowledge tore at me, but something else pressed more deeply at the desires of my heart.

“Mattholomule,” I breathed. “May I… kiss you?”

He nodded and as I leaned in, our lips brushing against each other’s sweetly, a tear ran down my cheek. I knew this moment was fleeting, for how could I still love Vincenzo when I knew he loved Fernando? I began to pull away, and—

“—and then I pinned him to the wall and confronted him, and you know what he did?”

“Hmmm?” Luz kept typing away furiously. Oh, this was getting good. A few evil snickers must’ve slipped out though, because Gus paused his rant.

“Wait, Luz, why are you snickering? You’re supposed to be recording my tale of heartbreak and woe!”

“I am!” Luz protested. “I’m just giving it some narrative juicieness!”

Gus narrowed his eyes. “Let me see.”

“No, no, keep talking! You can see it when I’m done!”

“Luz show me what you’re writing!” Gus lunged forward.

[This account was never finished. After the last printed line, there are signs of a struggle and some spilled ink. However, the following is scrawled at the end of the paper.]

Obituary for a Luz Noceda:

Luz was a kind, creative human who improved the lives of most people on the Boiling Isles. After writing fanfiction about one of her friends — Augustus the Illusionist Prodigy — she was strangled to death by the same.

May she live on in the Titan’s dreams.

#this was so fun to write you have no idea #I get to break out the archaic writing style a litte #as a treat #also vincenernando canon how we feeling boys?#de anguigeno #my writing #bibliotheca anguigeni #gus porter #Happy Gladurday!#mattholomule #the owl house #gustholomule #toh fanfic

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junicai · 3 years

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lights out.

| summary | In New York, the City that Never Sleeps, Aria can’t sleep. So, her roommate comes up with a skeptical idea, and ropes Mark into it as well.

| word count | 3.7k

| warnings | one (1) curse word

| era | circa. April 2019

92. "Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."

New York City.

Forever illuminated in light, forever alive and bustling down below the skyrises that towered above the people that wandered through the streets no matter what time was displayed on the clocks. The city was teeming with energy, bubbling beneath the surface as it waited for a chance to explode.

Traffic backlogged street to street, wandering souls pattering around the block in search of nothing, aimlessly strolling past the busy business-goers, those that carried briefcases with carefully filed notes and papers, and those that had dragged themselves out of their beds for the graveyard shift in the neon-lighted coffeehouse.

24-hour Coffee! The best coffee you’ll find in the Big Apple!

The noise outside the window was muffled through the thick glass but the busy sounds of the city still filtered through, gently falling in to the otherwise silent hotel room.

Aria rolled over onto her side, pressing her head into the soft pillow. The red LED lights of the alarm clock sitting on the locker beside her bed was boring the colour into her retinas, and no good could come from simply watching the minutes tick by.

The blankets were soft, if not a little cold on her skin, and she pulled her legs into her chest to rub at the exposed skin lightly. Donghyuck had insisted on leaving the air conditioning on as they slept, the boy living up to his name Fullsun as he ran hot near-constantly, but that left Aria to shiver slightly despite the mountain of blankets she had buried herself beneath.

Rolling back over to the cool side of the pillowcase, Aria let her eyes fall on Donghyuck’s back.

The boy wasn’t asleep - she could hear the low sounds coming from the airpods in his ears as he watched something on his phone - but he looked comfortable enough that she was reluctant to disturb him.

It had been a long day, and tomorrow was their only real designated day in this area before they were scheduled to be flown out to their next concert.

Aria loved touring, but it was hard to keep going sometimes. She assumed that Donghyuck thought the same, and that’s why instead of insisting that the pair of them watched something on his laptop, or played a game, he was letting her sleep in peace.

He had watched Aria push herself past what they both had thought her limits had been that day - watched as she stumbled through the final songs of their set with blurry eyes and a shaking frame. He’d moved to wrap an arm around her waist as soon as they had broken formation, and she’d given him a shaky smile for his efforts.

Donghyuck had guided a rapidly blinking Aria through their ending ments and off the stage, catching her as she slipped down the last two steps. He’d practically carried her into the car, waving off an insisting Yuta, who was adamant that he could help despite still favoring the ankle he had rolled two nights ago.

They were all running a little worse-for-wear, but, by god the crowds made up for it.

He had known that NCT 127 had an international fanbase, had known that they were popular overseas for years. But there was nothing like seeing a crowd of five thousand, even eight thousand people from a country that didn’t speak their language, singing their songs and screaming their fanchants at the top of their lungs.

It settled into his bones, pushed him past his old boundaries to create new ones, made him want to keep going and keep singing, keep dancing, keep performing until his knees went from beneath him and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Donghyuck knew Aria felt the same, and that’s why he took it upon himself to pull her away when she needed him to.

Despite their broadly opposite personalities - truly the sun and the moon when it came down to it - they were similar in so many ways. Scarily so.

Scary, in so far as the fact that Donghyuck knew when Aria couldn’t take it anymore, knew when she was stumbling and falling not because she was tired but because she’d hurt her back again and was unwilling to talk about it. Scary, in the fact that he knew when she wasn’t telling them something, choosing to bite her lip instead of letting whatever worry that was bouncing around in her head fall onto their shoulders to help carry the weight.

Donghyuck wanted to help her carry those things. Even if that meant carrying her as well.

The two of them had slipped into the hotel room at nine minutes past ten, showering briefly in the small bathroom they had adjoined to the left wall and slid into the two beds with a quiet goodnight. It had been silent since Aria had leant down to turn off the centre light, only the light peeking through the curtains from the street and the light of Donghyuck’s phone screen to illuminate the dark room left.

He had thought she had fallen asleep soon after - given the bleary squinted look she had given him in the van home as she told her to not fall asleep just yet, that they’d be home soon and then she could sleep - so you could imagine his surprise as he flipped over in the bed, letting the phone fall face down and was met with the image of Aria starfished over her single bed, staring open-eyed at the ceiling.

“Ari?” Donghyuck cleared his throat. “Ari? Why’re you awake still?”

Aria’s head flopped to the side to look at Donghyuck in the opposite bed, blinking once at him before closing her eyes and groaning. “Can’t sleep.”

He hummed, lifting up the corner of his blanket with a hand as the other pushed his phone onto the bedside locker to make sure it didn’t fall off the bed.

Without a word, Aria slid out from underneath her own blankets - pulling one from the top layer - and padded across the room to slide into Donghyuck’s embrace, fluffing the extra blanket on top of them both.

Donghyuck sniffed a laugh at her, but said nothing as he dropped his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him and snuggled his head into where her shoulder meets her neck.

Aria giggled lightly at his hair tickling her skin, moving her head away from the strands until the hand around her waist squeezed once.

“It tickles,” She whispered.

“But m’comfy like this,” He responded, shoving his head further in if possible and throwing a leg over hers.

“Just-” Aria moved some of his hair away from her face. “Better.”

“Better?”

“Its not in my face anymore.”

Donghyuck lifted his head from her shoulder to peer up at her face. “Why couldn’t you sleep? You were sleepy in the van.”

Aria huffed. “No I wasn’t.”

“You hit your head against the window when you dozed off.”

“I-”

“Twice.”

She sighed through her nose. “If it bruises I’m going to be upset. My face is my only selling point right now.”

A silence permeated the room, and Donghyuck sat up.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asked again.

Aria flipped to lay on her stomach, shoving her head into the pillow. “I dunno. Think I have some excess energy to burn off or something.”

“You were literally dead on your feet three hours ago,” Donghyuck said.

“I know that. I just, feel like I need to go on a walk or something. Just to move or do something that isn’t lying in a bed in the middle of New York.” Aria muffled out into the fabric, kicking her legs slightly.

Donghyuck caught a wayward ankle before it could hit him in the face. “Hey, kicking your best friend was not on that list!”

“It could be.”

Scowling, he fell back beside her, scooching closer. The pair laid together for a moment, listening to the sound of traffic from outside.

“You want to go for a walk?” Donghyuck was the one to break the silence, looking down at Aria.

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go.”

Aria lifted her head to blink up at him. “It’s like,” she broke off to turn her head towards the clock, blinking rapidly to bring the LED numbers into view, “Half one in the morning, I don’t think the hotel gym is open.”

“I don’t mean the gym. I mean out there.” Donghyuck pointed to the window.

This time it was Aria who sat up, rubbing at her eyes. “Hyuck, what?”

“You want to go for a walk? Let’s go for a walk. Who’s gonna stop us?”

“Our managers? The fact that its nearly two in the morning? The fact that Taeyong will kill us?” She said, bewildered.

Donghyuck sat up to face her properly. “They won’t know! We could be quick - promise. You can’t tell me you don’t want to see the city properly.”

Aria spluttered. “We have seen the city! We took that bus tour around when we first arrived!”

He scoffed. “I meant properly, Ari. Like a local. How the city is meant to be.”

“We could get murdered.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d let that happen.”

Aria swallowed. “What happens if we get caught on the way out?”

“Simple: Lie.” Donghyuck leant back on his hands like this wasn’t the worst plan he had ever come up with in his nineteen years of life.

It wasn’t often that Aria went along with his ideas - nine times out of ten, she was usually the one talking him out of them. It was only when she’d run out of patience, or the will to give the effort to barter logic out with him that she’d give in. Or in cases like this.

“Fine.”

Donghyuck let out a whoop, reaching over to the locker to snag his phone off the top of it and flicking the screen unlocked. Aria in turn proceeded to roll off the bed and onto the carpet, looking for the pair of leggings she had worn through the airport to cover her legs so she didn’t go wandering around the city in a pair of sleep shorts.

Finding the black coloured material hanging on the back of the chair, she could hear Donghyuck texting someone behind her.

“Who’s that?” She asked, not bothering to turn around as she moved into the bathroom and partially shut the door to allow her both privacy and the ability to continue her conversation with him.

“Mark - Thought we should tell someone where we’re gone, right?”

Aria stopped. “Does he want to come?”

“Given the angry texts I’ve just received about quote, missing out on stuff like this now that he’s not in Dream: I’d say a solid yes.”

Aria nodded, before realizing that he couldn’t see her. “Is Jungwoo coming as well then?”

Mark was rooming with Jungwoo this time around, the members alternating on a rotational basis.

Donghyuck shook his head. “No, he says that Jungwoo is too tired. He’ll keep a lookout for Taeyong for us though, which is good.”

“Huh, that’s nice of him.” Aria re-emerged from the bathroom, leggings pulled up over her hips and a large hoodie swamping her frame. With her thin wire glasses, she looked cosy and extremely comfortable.

Donghyuck himself was still wearing a pair of sweatpants, and pulled one of his hoodies on over his t-shirt before rummaging in the pile of shoes to find something comfortable.

Without looking back, he tossed out Aria’s runners, who caught them with a thanks before sitting down on the ground to do up the laces.

He succeeded in finding his own pair of shoes, pulling them in just before two light knocks sounded against their door. Aria pulled it open to reveal a bleary-eyed but excited Mark, a padded jacket pulled over his jumper.

"You are insane." Was the first thing out of his mouth.

"You're welcome to leave?" Sniffed Aria.

Mark frowned. "I never said I wasn't."

Opening the door wider, she revealed Donghyuck who had just stood up from the edge of the bed, brushing down his pants. He looked up to meet Mark's eyes and grinned.

"Let's go!" He cheered, moving to walk out into the hallway but being stopped by Aria catching the neck of his jumper and tugging him back.

Looking at her quizzically, he raised an eyebrow.

"You need a coat? It's nearly two in the morning it's going to be cold outside."

Aria herself had pulled on a jacket once Mark had arrived, but Donghyuck was still only clad in a threadbare hoodie that wouldn't protect him from the cold outside.

Reaching back over the bed, he pulled out his cost from beneath a chair and slid his arms into it wordlessly. He turned to Aria and spread his arms out into a display. "Happy?"

"It's better."

"Guys do you think we could not do this in the hallway? I really don't want to get caught by someone right now." Mark's voice came from just inside the doorway.

"Right, right," Aria agreed, shoving Donghyuck out the door and snatching the keycard off the table just before they left.

She slipped the keycard into her inside pocket of her jacket, zipping it closed before patting the padded material lightly. “Safe and sound.”

Mark, closed the door behind them. The beep sounded as the mechanism locked itself, and the trio were left standing alone in the empty hallway.

Donghyuck stretched his arms above his head, wincing slightly as his shoulder clicked. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

Aria paused. “Hyuck, you don’t speak English.”

“I’m deaf and you don’t speak English.”

“And what do I do? You planning on leaving me for dead?” Mark asked, arms crossed.

Donghyuck only pat him on the shoulder, moving to rest his weight onto his elbow. “You, are fast. You’ll be fine.”

“You, are a terrible influence.”

“A proud one.”

Aria put a hand on one of their shoulders each, pushing the two boys forward down the hallway insistently. “Let’s not have this argument where we can be found in incriminating circumstances, okay boys?”

Donghyuck snorted. “Aria we’re not going to go to jail for sneaking out.”

“Doyoung might put Aria on house arrest,” Mark countered.

“Then let’s not wait around for him to find her!”

With that, the trio made their way down the hallway, choosing to take the stairs down to the ground floor instead of the elevator - hoping to avoid as many people as possible. Aria had slipped three black facemasks into her pocket before they had left the room, knowing that if they were to be spotted they’d need something to help them blend in.

The front doors of the hotel slid open with a quiet beep, and she was blasted with a cold front of air. She could feel her nose twitch slightly at the breeze, and knew that she’d be returning with a rosy tinge to her skin if they stayed out longer than a few minutes.

But instead of letting that bother her, Aria chose to focus on the identical wide grins Donghyuck and Mark sported, both boys looking around in wonder at the lights that surrounded them on the pavement.

“Shall we?” Aria extended her arms playfully, giggling lightly as they both linked their arms into hers.

Beginning their walk down the pavement, she could only look around in wonder. New York truly lived up to it’s name - dozens of people were milling about even at this time, all clad in various thicknesses of coats, and Aria felt herself relax minutely at the knowledge that the trio didn’t stick out against the colorful lights like a sore thumb.

Each street had something new, and her eyes grew wider with every sign they passed as they walked.

“Mark look!” Aria pointed towards a small bookstore on the corner of the block, dropping his arm to run towards the window. “Doesn’t that look like the notebook you wanted to get in Atlanta?”

A small, green leather-bound notebook had piqued Mark’s interest in the city earlier that month, but by the time he had had the time to get to the bookstore, the notebook had been sold.

The notebook that Aria pointed out was near identical - perhaps a little bit thicker, but close enough to the original that Mark was already planning on how he was going to get back to this street tomorrow when all the shops were opened back up.

“Do you think we could come back here tomorrow to get it for you?” Aria looked away from the window, eyes shining hopefully.

Mark reached out to tug Aria underneath his arm, pulling her into his side. “I’m sure we can figure something out, Ari.”

She clapped her hands lightly to celebrate, before Donghyuck was taking them both by the hand and dragging them both back down the street which they had walked up.

“Now, while you’ve both been looking for fancy notebooks, I’ve been doing some important area recon, and have discovered that,” He trailed off, continuing walking with a firm grip on their wrists.

“Ta-da!” Donghyuck came to a stop, releasing their wrists before making jazz hands beside his face.

Behind him, was a small food cart with an attendee that looked like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world.

“Pretzels?” Mark asked with a tilted head.

“Pretzels.” Donghyuck nodded emphatically.

Aria tugged lightly on the younger boy’s sleeve. “Hyuck, I don’t think any of us brought money with us-”

Donghyuck hummed, cutting her off. “Got you covered, angel.” pulling out his phone and taking several small bills from behind his opaque phone case.

Turning to the attendee with a blinding smile he strolled forward to the cart, opening his mouth to begin speaking.

“Can I.. we..”

Mark stepped up behind him. “Order,” he whispered, facing the pavement so his lips weren’t visible to the man.

“Order.. three.. three,”

“Pretzels,”

“Pretzels please?” Donghyuck finished, looking up at the man curiously.

“Yeah,” Came the deadened response. “That’ll be $9.87.”

Donghyuck fumbled with his hands momentarily, before placing three bills into the awaiting hand and stepping back from the cart, shoving his hands into his pocket.

Aria came up beside him as Mark waited at the front of the cart. “Hyuck, I don’t think I should..”

He turned his head to look at her. “Hm?”

“I don’t think I should, eat that. You know?” She looked down knawing at her lip slightly.

“I think you should.” He said.

“No I really shouldn’t-”

Aria was cut off by Mark approaching them, three warm pretzels in his hand. He handed one to Donghyuck who took it with an affirming hum before ripping into the bread with his teeth, and handed the other to a cautious Aria.

After Mark had taken his first bite, he looked quizzically at Aria who was staring traitorously at the bread in her hand. “Ari?”

She sighed, dropping her shoulders a little. “I’m sorry, I don’t know if I should-”

Aria squeaked when both Donghyuck’s and Mark’s glare was turned on her. “Guys I-”

“Pretzel.”

A protest formed on the top of her tongue, but fell flat when Mark raised an eyebrow.

“Ok, ok sorry.” Aria took a bite from the now-cooling snack.

Satisfied, both boys went back to their own snacks, sighing lightly as the trio continued their walk back down the streets they had come. From a different angle, they noticed new things each time, and it was so easy to lose track of the time when they were staring up in wonder at the neon lights.

The atmosphere was broken by a ping from Mark’s phone.

Jungwoo [2:08] uh

Jungwoo [2:08] taeyong hyung started his rounds

Jungwoo [2:08] id recommend getting ur asses back

Jungwoo [2:09] ill stall him

Mark [2:09] how long do we have

Jungwoo [2:09] seven minutes. tops

Mark [2:09] fuck

The trio turned on their heels, pelting down the pavement.

The people they passed looked oddly at them - they must have made a comical sight. Three twenty-year-olds, dressed in padded jackets and facemasks sprinting down the street at two am. They looked like they’d just committed a robbery.

Aria could feel sweat beading at her forehead beneath her headband, pulling it off and tucking it into her pocket. These shoes were not designed for sprinting, and she could feel the rough plastic digging into her ankle already.

“How long do you think it’ll take us to get back?” Aria yelled over to the other boys, the blood rushing in her ears.

Mark slipped out his phone from his pocket, pulling it up close to his face and checking the time. “Four minutes? We’ve gone in a big circle.”

“We’re dead.” Donghyuck breathed out harshly, picking up speed.

Silence filled in the wind rushing past their ears, feet pounding against the pavement. Mark barely stopped himself before crashing into a small child clinging sleepily to an older woman’s hand; twisting his body out of the way at the last second before profusely apologizing.

It seemed like an eternity before they reached the front doors of the hotel they were staying at for the next two nights.

Panting, Aria slowed to a walk, pulling at the neck of her sweater to fan herself. She took slow and deep breaths, trying to calm her pulse before they made their way into the lobby.

Starting forward, she was stopped by Donghyuck’s hand on her shoulder and Mark’s sharp intake of breath.

“Oh. Oh god.”

“Mark? You alright?” Aria turned to face the boy, watching his face drain of colour.

He lifted a hand, pointing to the one window on the fifth floor with a light still on. It stood out against the other darkened windows, like a lightstick in a sea of concert-goers. And there, illuminated against the cream-coloured curtains, was Taeyong’s silhouette.

Donghyuck huffed. “Aria, this was a terrible idea!”

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