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burning-omen · 7 months

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Kinktober day 7: Cowboy au + Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 8

(a/n: I KNOW ITS LATE EVERYBODY SHIT THE FUCK UP)

Summary: You’re a bounty hunter, just trying to make it through the world, with the most annoying bounty alive

Warning: sex, outdoors sex, obi-wan is hogtied but not in a sexy way, reader is deep in the closet, formatting errors to be fixed LATER

Camping out with your bounty wasn’t something you did frequently, you’ve only had to a couple of times, and through all those times they’ve been knocked out cold through the night and into the next morning. Not Kenobi though, despite being clocked in the head with the butt of your gun and being choked until what you thought was unconsciousness, only for him to spring back up the moment you let him go, he seemingly never went down.

“Did they tell you want the bounty was for?”

“No..”

“How high was it, I bet that would give you a cl-“

“You know, bounties don’t usually talk this much.”

“I’m not the typical bounty.”

“Clearly..”

The moon was set high in a star filled sky, the make shift camp you’d made for the two of you was small, but manageable. You were far closer to Mr. Kenobi than you would have liked to he, but you can’t fight physics or the limitations of the space you were in, and you didn’t want to pack up and move, so you stayed put, laying flat on your back just mere inches away from the man who you were taking to his death, you’d be much more worried if it weren’t for the fact he was hogtied right now.

A short moment of silence passed as Kenobi rested his head on the dirt. It didn’t last long.

“You have a peculiar accent, where are you from?”

“Oh my accent is peculiar? Mister, you sound like you just got off the damn Mayflower.”

“Ah, a guest your right.”

Another silence passed, this one longer, you might have even found yourself falling asleep if it weren't for Kenobi’s non-stop movement. Even though he wasn't touching you, you could still feel him moving.

“Will you stop?” you said sternly.

“Well I'm sorry, but you've left me in an extremely uncomfortable position.”

“You'll live.”

He groaned and continued his fidgeting.

You let it continue for another minute before sitting up and grabbing your knife from your bag, climbing over the man, pressing his shoulder hard into the ground, and cutting the rope. You were so caught up in the familiar motion that you hardly noticed him tensing up, or the sigh of relief he let out when you set him free.

“There,” you laid back in your spot, “will you please go to sleep now.”

After removing the tangles of rope from his wrist and ankles he asked, “You’re not worried about me running away?”

“You’re bounty isn’t high enough for me to care..”

“And yet you still came after me.”

You sighed, “I was just curious..”

“Curious?”

“‘Found your bounty up in Karma, thought it was weird ‘cause you can get away with practically anything there, just wanted to know what you did to get your face plastered on every building in town. But apparently you don’t know.”

“Karma…? Ah, yes. I didn’t do anything wrong, really. Not to me at least.”

“Most criminals think there in the right.”

You rolled over to face him.

“But what did you do?”

He stared up at the stars for a long moment, his face void of emotion.

“I had-“ he cleared him throat, “certain relations with their mayor. He didn’t seem very happy with that information being made public, I though he’d get over it with time but apparent not.”

You sat straight up, staring dead at him, your mouth hanging open and eyebrows raised high.

He glanced at you, letting out a short laugh.

“Don’t look so shocked..”

You took a moment to try and collect yourself before saying, “that’s…oh. I’m…sorry..?”

He laughed again, “don’t be, you’re just doing your job.”

“I’m not..”

He looked up at you, confused.

“I’m not..doing my job, I’m not taking you to Karma, you’re free to go.”

He breathed out softly.

“…thank you.”

You laid back down, facing away from him.

“Don’t mention it.”

Time passed, you never turned back to face him, you figured he had fallen asleep while you were unable to. The universe was really unfamiliar sometimes, now being one of them.

You could feel his shifting and moving behind you, you figured he was just a tricky sleeper, but you were proven wrong a second later.

“Having trouble sleeping?”

“Something like that, just..thinking.”

“About?”

You scoffed, “like I'd tell you..”

“Well seeing as your not taking me back to Karma-”

“-you didn't do anything wrong, I wouldn't-”

“-and you have yet to kick me out of your camp-”

“-it’s late-”

“I think it's only right that we get to know each other.”

You turned onto your back, glaring at the man, who sat up, looking down at you.

“Come on, I don't even know your name..” he said softly.

You held his gaze for as long as you could before looking away.

“My name is y/n..”

“Y/n l/n?”

You sat straight up, glaring at the man, only to see him holding your hat, which you sat with the rest of your supplies. There was a tag sewn on the inside that had your full name on it.

“If you were just gonna go through my things, why would bother asking?”

“Just wanted to see what you’d say.”

You groaned, snatching your hat out of his hand and setting it down next to you.

“So, Mr. L/n..” he paused for a moment “are you queer?”

You sucked in deep a breath, trying not to react too much, your body became rigid and tense for a moment.

“What kind of question is that?”

“A reasonable one.”

“Reasonable for who?”

He laughed, “you of course. Most men would have been ready to serve me to Karma of they'd heard what I'd done.”

“You did nothing wrong-”

“I’m aware. Most people don’t think that, most people would have shot me, not let stay at their camp, and definitely would not have let me sleep this close.”

You glanced at the man quickly before looking away, seeing him staring dead at you.

“So what are you trying to say, you think I got some little crush on you?”

He laughed, “Maybe..”

Suddenly, he was in front of you, leaning far closer to you face than was appropriate.

“Maybe you’re just lonely and need someone likeminded to talk to, even if it is only for one night.”

You tired to shrug him off, let his words go in one ear and out the other, but he was right- and he made it so hard not to admit that to him.

“You’re insane..”

“Possibly.”

His hands came up on either side of your face, holding you just a few inches from his, but he did nothing beyond that. He wanted you to do it.

The reasonable side of your mind was loud, telling you to push him away, that you weren’t lonely, that you didn’t need him, but a much louder part of you mind screamed it years of absence at you. You decided to listen, pressing forward, kissing Kenobi hard, like you were drowning and you could breath the air in his lungs if you tried hard enough. Kenobi responded in kind, seated in your lap as you drew him in closer and closer.

The kiss was long and desperate. You could hardly think straight with his entire body pressed against yours. The fire, so vibrant in the black night, illuminating him, as well as cast a dark shadow where ever in couldn’t reach.

You pulled back in a panting disarray, your heart pounding in your chest. It was hard to think with him thins close, so you didn’t, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into another kiss.

You didn’t know where to go from there, you’ve never gone beyond kissing with a man, this would be a hell of a lot easier if he was a woman, at least you’d know what was expected of you, where to put your hands and the like.

But you didn’t want him to be a woman. No, you liked him like this. Hard and heavy in your lap. He seemed to know exactly what to do, resting his hand over the growing bulge in your pants, leaning down to kiss you again, not making a single move until you kissed him back.

Grinding down in your lap, moaning against each others lips as you found a steady pace together. Still fully clothed, rocking against each other as your pants grew tighter and tighter.

He pulled back, pressing kisses all down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt, running his hand across your chest with a satisfied hum.

He was definitely more experienced than you, drawing reactions from you easily with his hands and mouth. You let him work. Kissing and bitting any uncovered skin he could find.

His hand making light work of your belt and pants, pulling them just below your waist. You didn’t complain, despite the loss of contact, as you watched him scoot back on your thighs and unbuckle his own belt, pulling his cock out of his unbuttoned pants, then scooting back up your thigh.

For a moment, your mind yelled at you, this was a stranger- you didn’t know this man, he could do anything to you, you can’t just let him control you-

All thoughts seemed to vanish suddenly as you felt something against your cock. It was impossible not to look at Kenobi, with him stationed barely a few inches from your face. Looking down you could see your cocks pressed tightly together, he wrapped his hand around the two, giving an experimental squeeze, making the two of you buck into his hand simultaneously.

“Okay..” he breathed out, “Are you ready?”

Unsure of your voice, you nodded.

He gave you one last looking before shifting his focus, starting slowly, stroking from the base of your cocks all the way up to the tip, then back down again.

You let out a slow, shaky breath, your eyes fixated on his hand, his other was rubbing large circles from your hip to your thigh. You figured you needed to do something with yours instead of just leaving them at your sides. Shifting your weight around before you settled on placing your hand on Kenobi’s waist, slipping it just under his shirt. It was…something at the very least. Makes you feel less vulnerable.

You watched him smirk, then speed up, both your panting increasing tenfold at the sudden change of pace. Your cocks sliding against each other as the two of you struggled to remain still.

“Kenobi..” you groaned.

“You’re being impatient.”

“You’re being-“You held your tongue, your words devolving into a groan, not wanting to actually insult the man considering what he was doing for you right now.

Breathing in sharply and letting it out slowly, you watched the man work intently.

You tried to sit perfectly still for him, the only move you made being your hand tightening on his waist, or the involuntary sputter of your hips whenever he stroked you just right.

Some small part of your mind wanted more, wanted to pin him to the dirt below and fuck him until you’d both had your fill, but you didn't, that took work, and experience you didn't have. So you took whatever he gave you, you didn't mind, his hands were skilled, seemingly hitting every nerve with ease, making pleasure shoot through your body.

Your ability to be still and quiet seemed to waver as the tight pit in your stomach started to come apart in his hands.

“Almost there..?” He asked quietly.

You panted, looking up at the man, “You don’t know that-“

“I can tell, you’re shaking-“

“I’m- mhh, I’m not-“

“Yes, you are” despite his words and his light teasing, he was right there with you, chest rising and falling rapidly. Not wanting to prolong the inevitable, he sped up, his pace was unprecedented and it made your whole body tense, a constant stream of joint moans filled the small area.

Your hips bucked up into his hand, he did the same, not slowing down even when your rabidly approaching orgasm hit you, even as cum splattered all over his hand and cock, he kept going. Moaning and whining under his breath until he finally he came, moaning loudly as his own cum mixed with yours, further covering both your cocks, and his hand.

The realization hit you a minute later, after you were able to calm down and you didn't feel like you were burning inside your own skin anymore.

You were just intimate- very intimate with a man, and you didn't… die? You didn't know what you thought would happen. You didn't know what you were so afraid of.

Kenobi didn't seem to be going anywhere, still in your lap, his arms wrapped around you and his head resting on your shoulder.

You figured that you could spiral, mostly about your years of absence coming to an end, later. Enjoying the company of Kenobi for now.

———————The next morning——————-

“Kenobi, do you think-”

“Why do you keep being so formal with me? You can call me by my first name, I hope you know that..”

“What? I thought Kenobi was your first name?”

“No, it's my last name.”

“Seriously, it's the only name your poster said so I figured-?”

“No, no, my first name is Obi-wan.”

“Oh well now I see why they left it off your posters- ow! Throwing things is very immature!”

“You’ll live.”

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fookinavocadosman · 2 years

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Drunken Mishap {HS}

harry and you go to a frat party and he says something that could end your entire friendship.

warnings: a little bit of angst, mutual pining, jealous harry, cursing, s!ut shaming.

this is pretty much just background so pt 2 is even more heart wrenching. also this was based off of a semi true story except the ending was VERY different.

word count: 4.3K

“Harry!” I yell as I open the bathroom door making him jump.

“What?” He replies turning back to the mirror fixing his hair.

“What’s the theme again?” I ask him and he turns to me looking my outfit up and down.

“Hawaiian.” He turns back to the mirror and I groan again knowing I have nothing even close to something Hawaiian. I go to college in the middle of nowhere for god’s sake I’m not going to have that shit. I run back into my room going through my dresser and pulling out clothes. I hear someone knock and I yell an automatic come in not stopping my quest for clothes.

“Jesus! It looks like a tornado blew through here.” he teases me.

“Harry not helping,” I mumble, continuing to throw clothes around. I let out a huff when all my clothes have been thrown on the ground and still nothing comes to mind.

Harry comes to sit down next to me and as he starts going through my clothes, I look over at him and I damn near stop breathing. His outfit is simple, a white tank top showing off the tattoos that mark his body, skinny black ripped jeans, and an old pair of black converse. His hair is styled up and you can tell he’s been running his fingers through his hair.

“Uh, Y/N?” He says waving a hand in front of my face. I quickly snap out of the trance I was in and clear my throat. I tighten my grip and avert my eyes onto the shirt I was holding.

“Alright move out of the way I got this.” He chuckles, pushing me back and I land on my butt. He starts to go through the clothes putting back anything he didn’t like.

I hear more commotion going on in the common room and I figure that it’s more of our friends who are coming out just getting to our room. We were lucky enough to get put in a suite so whenever we go out everyone comes over to our room which makes it easier for us to leave.

“Alright, here’s the outfit,” Harry says, handing me the clothes and I smile letting out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much Harry oh my god.” I chuckle, throwing myself at him and wrapping him in a full-body hug. He lets out a laugh reciprocating the hug and letting out a small welcome. He heads over to my closet and pulls out my red and black flannel throwing it at me.

“Here put that on over that, it’s a bit cold outside.” He smiles, closing the door for me.

“Aww, you care.” I let out a laugh and he groans before jumping on my bed and laying down.

Harry and I have been best friends since high school. His family moved to my hometown our freshman year and it’s been Y/N and Harry ever since. It was no surprise to anyone that we ended up going to the same college and living together. I lay out the clothes and smile.

“Seriously almost matching clothes? Are you trying to claim me?” I giggle and he lets out a chuckle before pushing my arm.

“Of course, I got to show these guys not to mess with my girl.” He laughs rolling back onto my bed. I shake my head going into my drawer and grabbing a bra and a thong.

“I am not “your girl”,” I mumble and he lets out a laugh.

“Mhm keep telling yourself that babe.” He retorts and I roll my eyes at him.

“Now mister Harold I need to change so turn over.” I scold him and he lets out a pout.

“Aw, I don’t get to see what’s underneath.” He smirks as I smack him in the head.

“Nope,” I say as I push his body to face the wall. I take off my clothes and change into them and we bask in the silence of the room.

“Alright, you can turn over now,” I tell him and he doesn’t hesitate. He looks my body up and down and I feel a bit small as he says nothing.

“Is it hot or not?” I ask him and he clears his throat.

“If you don’t get laid tonight that’s a crime.” He says and I laugh.

“Well, it looks like I won’t be because apparently, I’m your girl.” I trail off and he laughs getting off my bed.

“Shut it.” He laughs jumping off my bed and heading over to my mirror before standing in front of it and I follow him. It looks funny because our height difference is so dramatic. He stands at 6’ while I’m a puny 5’1.

His hands are resting on my shoulders and his chin is on top of my head. I’m wearing a black cropped tank top, black ripped skinny jeans with the flannel and my black converse.

“We look good, let me get a picture,” I tell him pulling out my phone and opening Snapchat. He bends down a bit so he’s in frame and his head rests sideways on my shoulder and his hands come to wrap around my waist. I snap the photo and smile as I look it over.

We look like a proper couple and my stomach flutters thinking about Harry and I being together. I add a few stickers, tag him and post it on my main story. He turns me around and he lifts my head with his finger under my chin.

“Y/N L/N tell me you did not just post that on your main story.” He chastises me and I smile at him.

“Oops.” I grin and he sighs.

“You’re lucky that I’m your only friend or else we’d be over for that.” He teases me and I let out a fake gasp.

“Dude our suite is literally filled with my friends.” I defend myself and a smirk appears on his face.

“Yeah, and how did you meet them?” He asks me and I smack his chest knowing I met them through him for the most part.

“Fuck off.” I huff at him turning around and opening the door. Everyone is still in the common room and I head into the bathroom to do my hair and make-up.

“Y/N You have 10 minutes,” Brooke tells me as Harry and I walk out of the bedroom. I just nod and grab my mascara putting it on since I don’t have time to do an extravagant look. I fix my hair making sure the curls look good and won’t become frizzy.

“Alright, let’s go sluts.” I announce and everyone starts heading out the door. We all head outside walking down the stairs and to the street to town. Harry walks back to me swinging his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.

“Can I crash in your bed tonight?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah as long as you don’t bring anyone back with you.” I smile and he rolls his eyes.

“Aww, I was hoping you’d join in.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I let out a noise of disgust and I scrunch up my face pushing him away from me.

“You’re disgusting, you can sleep in your own room for that statement,” I tell him and he pulls me back into him.

“Then you’ll come into my room tonight.” He states and I shake my head.

“I’m not sleeping on your mystery-stained sheets hell no.” I tease him and he scoffs.

“Fine we’ll figure it out later, we’re going to the same place after all.” He says and I nod in agreement. Harry and I decided we wanted to live together our first year and the only way we could do it was to apply for a suite in the only building that lets boys and girls live together. We met Brooke and Niall online through an Instagram account that was made for our class year and we all started talking and decided we would room together.

I used my medical problems as a way to help us get a suite with a bathroom and now the four of us live in a six-person suite. I lift my hand and wave a quick bye as I make my way up to the front of the group leaving him behind. I hear him groan behind me and I let a smirk crawl across my face. I catch up to Brooke and Maya slinging my arm around their shoulders.

“What’s up, guys.” I smile and they look at me, sending me a smile. Maya jerks her head back towards Harry giving me a look.

“What?” I ask and they just laugh.

“How the fuck are you not drooling all over him right now?” Maya asks me and I shrug.

“I’m not his type. Besides he’s my best friend.” I answer and they both let out a laugh.

“Girl, the tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife, he’s definitely into you,” Brooke says and I just roll my eyes.

“Bitch if you aren’t going to go for him I will,” Maya says and I nod.

“Go for it.” I laugh with her and I step back a bit falling into the group behind them staying silent. I mean Harry is attractive and I may have a slight crush on him, but we would just never work.

One thing is he’s my best friend, the second I’m not his type. I’ve seen the girls that he hooks up with and they’re all the same copy of each other. The third is I have no idea how he feels about me. I’m sure he sees me as nothing more than his best friend and it would be so embarrassing if I made a move and he didn’t feel the same.

We get to the frat house the party's at and someone comes up behind me putting their hand on the small of my back and I look over my shoulder and see it’s Harry. I smile and he leans down to whisper in my ear.

“Make sure not to use your real name and that you put 21 as your age.” He smirks and I nod my head. Harry goes out more than I do so he knows what to do when it comes to getting into places. It’s not like I didn’t want to, it was just that every time we would plan to go out something came up on my end or I was too emotional to drink.

As we get up to the garage door, the bouncers greet Harry and they ask if I’m with him and when Harry tells them I am they usher us in without having us sign in. Harry looks at me before pushing me in front of him as I smile at him and walk into the garage.

I immediately feel the heat and I pull my flannel off wrapping it around my waist. Harry and I lean up against the small wall as we wait for our friends to make it through. When our group is all in Harry pushes off the wall and puts his hand on my back to push me forward.

He leans down to my ear and yells over the music, “Let’s go to the bar.”

We walk into the small room and it’s even hotter in here. Black lights are everywhere, everyone and everything is glowing. There are pong tables set up around the space and a couch on the other side of the room. We get up to the bar and Harry waits until the guy behind the counter notices us and he begins to pour two cups of red juice.

He hands them to us and Harry grabs them thanking him before making his way to a corner. I notice our group is there too, all with drinks in their hand. Harry hands me my drink and I look at it before sniffing it.

“What is this?” I ask him and he takes a sip of his drink tasting it.

“Jungle juice, go light on it.” He tells me and I nod. I take a sip and it tastes just like fruit punch. There is no way there’s any alcohol in this. I sip the jungle juice as we watch our friends play a pong game, Harry standing behind me the whole time.

I’m about to play the next round of pong when I notice my drink is almost done, I down the rest of it before putting the cup on the table and turning around. I notice Harry isn’t behind me anymore and I look to see him talking to a girl in the corner by the bar. I scoff making my way toward the bar and the guy sees me and I hold my finger up for one and he pours my drink handing it to me.

“Thanks!” I yell and he nods his head and I make my way back to the table. I drink this one a lot faster because Niall and Louis we're beating Brooke and I’s asses at cup pong and I still don’t feel anything. I lean back against the wall and Niall comes around the table asking if I want another drink. I nod my head and he goes off to get more for us. I look around and see Harry is walking back over to me and I let a smile cross my face.

“Hey.” He says and I tilt my head up in greeting.

“So what happened to blondie?” I ask him and he rolls his eyes.

“She tried to get me to go do coke so I dipped.” He tells me and I laugh as Niall comes up to me handing me my drink.

“Thanks, babe,” I tell him, kissing his cheek before he goes off to the pong table.

“How many cups of that have you had?” He asks me and I roll my eyes.

“This will be my second one.” I lie to him and he nods.

“Why? You don’t think I can handle my alcohol?” I ask him and he shakes his head.

“No I’m just making sure, they make that shit strong, I don’t want you to blackout.” He says and I roll my eyes letting out a hum as I sip my drink. I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall.

Yep, the alcohol is hitting now.

I open my eyes and now he is leaning on his side next to me.

“How many have you had?” I ask him and he smirks.

“Two of the jungle juices and now a natty because they told me they ran out of jungle juice but obviously they didn’t.” He responds and I scrunch up my nose at the thought of having to drink a natty.

“That’s nasty. Want a sip?” I ask, holding my cup up to his lips and he nods, taking the cup out of my hands. He takes a sip and sighs handing me my cup and I begin to chug it.

“Hey hey slow down!” He yells at me taking the cup out of my hands. I had downed a good half of it and I laugh at him feeling everything hit me now. He brings the cup up to his lips drinking what was left and I pout smacking his chest.

“Hey! That's mine bitch!” I hear my words slurring and he just looks at me. He ignores my words tapping Niall.

“How many cups has she had?”

“Three. Why?” He responds and he just shakes his head telling him not to worry about it. I lean back into the wall stumbling a bit and I feel his hands on my hips steadying me. I shake his hands off.

“I’m fine Jesus.” I scold him and he scoffs.

“You just stumbled on nothing, you're not fine. Besides you lied to me.” He says with anger lacing his tone.

“Sorry but if I’m gonna hook up or even make out with someone I need to be drunk.” I laugh at him with a lazy smile on my face and I can see him start to get angry. I push off of the wall starting to walk around him when he grabs my wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“To go make out or fuck someone, whichever I can get.”

“You are not going to go fuck someone or make out with anyone.”

“Yes I am, and you can’t stop me.” I scoff, ripping my arm out of his grip.

I begin to walk away when he grabs me again, pulling me into him against the wall. He crosses his arms around me holding me to his chest.

“Let me go, Harry. You’re not my boyfriend, I can make my own decisions.” I scoff pushing against his chest.

“No, it’s not safe for you to do anything with any of the guys here.” He says looking down at me and I let out a laugh pushing his chest again.

“Yeah, but it’s fine for you to do it fuck off with that shit,” I yell at him pissed off at his double standards. I push him again and this time he lets me go.

“Fine but don’t come running to me when something goes wrong.” He scoffs, pushing me back. I walk back up to him and pull his head down so my mouth grazes his ear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I whisper, pulling back and looking him straight in the eyes.

“Bye!” I yell walking away from him and down the hallway where we all came in from. I lean against the wall observing everyone and keep an eye out for anyone that sparks my interest. I keep looking and see a guy who looks a bit familiar but I can’t tell from here. We make eye contact and I smirk at him before breaking it.

Give it five seconds he’ll be here. I count down in my head and at one I feel a tap on my shoulder and he’s standing next to me smirking.

“Hey.” He says and I smile at him.

“Hey,” I respond and I bite my lip slightly and I see him look at my lips before looking back at my eyes. He’s attractive and I recognize that he’s one of the guys on the hockey team.

“You here with anyone?” He questions me, putting his arm up against the wall.

“Nope.” I pop the p and smile at him. He has gray eyes and brown hair that’s covered by a backward baseball cap. His shirt is unbuttoned all the way showing off his abs, I look back up at him and he’s smirking.

“Like what you see?” He asks and I nod.

“Yep.” He puts his hand on my head tilting my head up before he leans down, capturing my lips in his. We kiss for a second before he breaks away smirking. I pull him by his shirt bringing his lips back to mine and we continue making out. He’s a good kisser. I'll give you that. He tastes of shitty beer. My mind begins to wander and I wonder what Harry would be doing if it was him.

Shit stop thinking about him.

He pushes my body up closer against the wall and I let out a small whimper at the pain that hit my back from being pushed into something. He breaks our kiss going down to my neck kissing along it and I tilt my head giving him more access. We go to kiss again but I hear my name being called and it’s my friends.

“Sorry to be a buzzkill but I got to go,” I whisper smirking before maneuvering my way over to them.

“What’s up?” I ask them and they begin to tell me that we’re heading out and I nod. As we’re walking out we pass the guy and I wave at him before heading outside. The temperature change is significant and I go to pull my flannel on but realize that it’s not around my waist.

“Fuck!” I groan knowing it must’ve fallen off somewhere in the garage. I turn around to go back when a familiar hand grabs my arm. I look and Harry is holding my flannel in his other hand.

“You dropped it back there.” He says and I nod.

“Thanks for grabbing it.” I smile at him grabbing it and throwing it on. Brooke comes up to us and interlocks her arm with mine.

“Girl that dude you were kissing was so fucking hot! Was it good?” She interrogates me and I chuckle.

“Oh yeah, he was a good kisser, tasted of shitty beer though,” I tell her, and she groans.

“Sorry for breaking you guys up but we had to go and no man left behind.” I nod in understanding.

“No problem, I’ll probably see him again so it’s no big deal. But he did have abs to die for.”

“Oh my god I saw, I bet he’s good in bed!” She laughs and I nod.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find that out,” I smirk at her and she pulls away running up to the front of the group. I walk slowly trying not to stumble and I hear a scoff that I recognize.

“What Harry? Jealous?” I grumble and he scoffs again.

“Nope, just can’t believe out of all the guys there you went for him.” He criticizes and I roll my eyes stopping.

“Can you fucking not! I am sick and tired of this Harry!” I snap at him and he stays silent.

“You are not my boyfriend! If I want to go fuck around with guys then I can! You have no say in what I fucking do with my life!” I scream and he lets out an annoyed breath stepping up to me.

“But I can because if you keep doing this you will end up getting hurt and I won’t stand for that!” He yells back at me and I narrow my eyes at him.

“So you can do it but I can’t?” I say and he huffs.

“It’s different.” He mumbles and I let out a cackle.

“But it’s not! How come you can do it but I can’t?” I push him for an answer and he stays quiet.

“Is it cause you’re a guy and I’m a girl?” I ask him and he pushes past me beginning to walk away. I huff, spinning around and speeding up to him and I grab his arm turning him around.

“Tell me god damn it!” I yell at him and I see him snap.

“You’re acting like a fucking whore! No one is going to want to be with you if you keep doing this!” He yells at me and I drop his arm taking a step back. He instantly regrets the words and I shake my head fighting back the tears.

“Wow,” I whisper, letting out a small laugh as I drop my head, stunned he would say that to me.

“Y/N.” He begins but I cut him off.

“No, you’re right, but I don’t want to hear it,” I say walking around him and jogging to catch up to the group. I hear him calling after me but I ignore him as I keep running to catch up. I feel the tears starting to fall from my eyes but I hastily wipe them away feeling stupid for crying over him.

I catch up to them eventually and Niall and Brooke immediately begin to question me on why I was crying. I just shake my head and tell them that I’ll tell them tomorrow and not to worry about it. They leave it alone and we make it back to the room and I immediately head to the bathroom.

I do my business and I wipe off the streaking mascara. When my face is clean I take a deep breath and open the door coming face to face with Harry. I ignore him as I walk around him but I stop in my doorway when I hear him call me.

“I really am sorry for what I said. It’s not true.” He whispers and I just shake my head.

“I don’t want to talk about it or to you. Good night.” I respond walking into my room, seeing Brooke already asleep in her bed. The bathroom door closes and I change out of my clothes into a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra.

I climb into bed laying down and letting the tears fall down my face, thinking over the words he said. It’s true, but no one wants to be with me anyways so why does it matter? I hear the door open and I close my eyes hearing his footsteps enter the room.

It’s quiet and all you can hear is our breathing. I hear him walk closer to me and I pretend that I’m asleep so I don’t have to talk to him. He lets out a shaky breath and I feel his hand touch my cheek wiping away my tears.

“I truly am sorry. I let my jealousy get in the way. You aren’t a whore, and someone will want to be with you, I know that. I’m so sorry.” He whispers getting choked up and it takes everything in me not to say anything.

His hand leaves my cheek and I feel his breath hit my cheek before his lips press down kissing it softly. He breaks it sniffing and I feel his hand grab my covers pulling them up my body. He stands there for a second observing me letting out a breath.

“Good night, beautiful,” he whispers before walking out the door. I take in a shaky breath turning over. I open my eyes before closing them again.

I really wish I could blackout tonight.

part 2

A/N: for y’all that don’t know what a natty is, it’s a beer called natural light that is very very popular at frat/sport houses as its one of the cheapest beers you can get your hands on and it is actually the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. It’s so watered down and nasty, hence the name natty.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles and y/n #harry styles au #frat harry

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anomaly-hivemind · 7 months

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Is that the GRIM REAPER! || No. 2 Mitsuri Kanroji x male reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: tit-fucking, modern AU, role-playing, um we really don’t knwo what else to tag this with.

Word Count: 839

You and Mitsuri were relaxing and watching a Scream movie. You both marathon horror flicks. When an idea pops into your head that makes your dick twitch. You place your arm around her and you pull her closer. You place a kiss on her cheek and hug her tightly.

“Baby I got an idea, “ You place another kiss on her skin.

“Yeah, what is it?” she giggled as you pepper kissed her jaw and neck. Mitsuri could tell whatever this idea was, it was going to lead to something sexy.

“A little Halloween roleplay to start the October month off right,” you give a cheeky smile. Mitsuri smiled and nodded her head.

“Does that mean we should change into something else?” she asked, getting ready to stand up.

“You can put on that nice loose black dress of yours. Oh and make sure you're not wearing anything under it”, you smirk and give her butt a light squeeze as you both walk to your shared bedroom. You grab your dark robes that you were planning to wear for halloween which happen to be the grim reaper.

You strip to nothing and place the robe and hood over yourself, making sure the hood covers the light from your face. You walk back into your bedroom to see Mitsuri sitting in the middle of the bed. You let out a loud whistle and walk over to the door to dim the lights. You walk to the middle of the room and point at Mitsuri, struggling to keep a smile down. Thanking the fact the hood covers your face so well.

“Mitsuri Kanroji, I'm here to collect your soul… it is time my dear.” You do your best to keep your voice low.

“I’m not ready, mister reaper.” She moved to her knees on the bed and crossed her in a praying position , making sure to squeeze her breast together. You had to bite your lip a bit so as to not let out a groan. You take a few steps to the edge of the mattrest, you rub your hand on her cheek.

“My sweet, I can’t leave this…realm with something of yours,” You prompted her with a hidden smile, your erection twitching slightly in the dark robe.

“What if I give you something else?” A smirk started to appear on her face. Your hand rests on her waist, pulling her closer to yourself.

“Like what?” you had to resist the urge to kiss her.

“My body.” she pressed her breast closer together. your fingers played with the hem of her loose dress.

“Will have to see if this is worth the price of your soul.” you plam yourself through the robe, then mitsuri pulls your cock out of it. She was stroking you slowly. She wets your dick by sucking it for a few minutes, making sure to lube it up with her spit.

You lift up her dress and reveal her deliciously naked body. You crawl on the bed and push her down below you, erection hard, wet and ready for action. You grope her tits with and press them together. Your eyes were set on her breast, watching how her nipples became harder under your fingertips.

“Darling you are beautiful.” You nibble at her tits, adding light heckeys over her chest and collarbone. Groaning against her when she squirms or lets out a cute moan.

You slide your dick between the valley of her breast, Mitsuri’s hand slides past you and to her wet folds. She lets out a hushed whimper as she circles her clit. You keep her breast together surrounding your cock. The warmth of her chest makes you groan as a shiver runs through Mitsuri.

SHe was slowly fingering herself in tune with your slow thrust between her boobs. She let out cute moans as pinched her clit as you toyed and pinched her nipples. The sleeves of the reaper robe tickled her skin and she smiled up at you. You start to move your hips a bit faster making her chest rock with you. You leaned down and kissed her forehead, the hood of the robe covering both your faces.

Your dick twitched as you got closer to a climax, and from the sound of Mitsuri’s moans getting louder she was getting close as well. You rock your hips to try and catch your end, and Mitsuri pussy quivers as her fingers pump into her at a similar pace.

You let out a loud groan as you cum, hot ropes shoot out of you. It covers all over her chest and even makes it onto her face a bit. You don't move until Mitsuri has her tell-tell signs that she cums after you. Her back arches a bit and her legs shake, Mitsuri lets out a loud cry that turns into heavy panting.

“So.. mister Reaper, is my soul safe from your grasp. “ she said with a lustful sigh.

“Actually my dear, I think I'll still take it.” you smirked.

#anime #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #manga #kny smut #smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mitsuri smut #mitsuri kanroji #male reader #kny mitsuri #demon slayer smut #kimetsu mitsuri #kimetsu no yaiba smut

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a-bucket-of-trash · 1 year

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Bonds Like Tree’s Roots- Kelvin x Female Reader – P13

P12

Tags: smut nsfw (uwu)

Almost without stopping kissing you, Kelvin carried you slowly, in his arms, to your room, gently laying you down on your bed and, for a moment, he stood still, not knowing what to do. He was nervous like few times in his life.

"If you don't want to do it today, that's fine, honey" You smiled at him from the bed "I'm not going to get mad"

"What? No!" He was startled "It's just... It seems silly... But I'm nervous..."

"Me too, a little" You laughed barely, sitting up.

But your nerves were much less than your desire to sleep with him, so you slowly undressed, seeing him standing, nailed to the ground, without moving other than to fix his eyes on each piece of skin that you were leaving exposed, turning on mora as there were fewer and fewer clothes. But he didn't move, not once were you naked.

“Kel…” You covered yourself a bit, embarrassed. “Gosh… Would you… prefer me to get dressed again? I know I'm not… you know.” You looked away, thinking your appearance wasn't getting him excited enough.

He didn't say anything, but he undressed as if his clothes were on fire, to stay naked, once again static, looking at you.

Your eyes wandered over his sensual body, while you felt your cheeks light up. If dressed he looked good, naked even more. The muscles he was gaining in the gym perfectly framed his figure and his generous masculine attributes. And his body was telling you what he hadn't been able to say verbally about how much he liked to see you, how much he wanted to feel you.

He sigh, as if he convinced himself that it was all real, slowly climbing onto the bed, approaching you like a wolf about to attack.

"Excuse me" He whispered, close "You look too beautiful, I thought I was dreaming"

“Silly…” You smiled softly, lying down with him “I love you, honey…”

"I love you too, my pretty," He purr, smiling sweetly. "You have no idea how much"

Hugging him, skin to skin, felt strange, like the first sip of a future addiction, which was sealed as soon as you started to kiss him, sparing no desire. It was obvious that he had now let go of the reins of his sanity, you felt it in his thirsty mouth, in his daring tongue, in the constant anxious grunts he gave, in his hands memorizing every curve and fold of your body, while your own hands did the same to him.

"God... You have me crazy, my life" The ex-soldier growled, kissing your neck eagerly, lying on top of you better.

"Please…" You moaned softly, stroking broadly his firm butt.

“Begging? So soon?" He smiled, his hand gently rubbing one of your breasts.

"It's your fault..." You saw his eyes, noticing how he positioned himself "Mister attractive"

"Shhhh" He smiled softly, settling in better, finding his way, easily entering the depths of your soul "Yeehaa" He purred, content "Finally..."

"O-oh..." You pushed his waist a little with your hands.

"Does it hurt or something?" He paid attention to you before if he wants to move.

“No, no… It's perfect…” You saw his firm arms on either side of your head to keep him from completely imprisoning you, his eyes locked on yours.

"Good..." He whispered, his pelvis beginning to move, slowly and deeply "T-this is a thousand times b-better... than any of my f-fantasies... wow..."

Perfect was little, it felt exquisite enough that your brain was already starting to shut down even though he had basically just started.

Kelvin smiled slightly, watching you roll your eyes, your hands running along the length of his back. It was a pat to his ego and, at the same time, it made him happy to know that he was satisfying you properly.

"It's e-even hard for me to go slow with you, l-love" He murmured between moans, speeding up just a little, listening to you respond with the same noises "I love you..."

“Do it slow later… p-please…” You begged “Kel… Honey… P-please…”

"No, no," He purred, keeping his speed steady and deep, "Enjoy me..."

“Kel…”

"I love you... I love you so much..." He groaned, also rolling his eyes "F-fuck..."

For a long time he maintained that speed, that rhythm that traveled between satisfactory and insufficient, causing almost more cravings than it appeased, until he began to accelerate. Now you really were on another planet, and he could tell easily by the way you moaned, your own body moving towards him, anticipating each thrust.

"Yeah..." He moaned, fascinated by seeing you the way he saw you "Look at you... God, you're fucking erotic!" He speed up even more “You drive me crazy!”

You couldn't say anything except “more”. It was the only thing you repeated, over and over again.

"I want to feel you..." He lay down completely on top of you, hugging you tightly, holding you, non-stop thrusting "Make me deaf, love..."

“KEL!” You hugged him tightly, despairing. "KELVIN!"

“Yes…c-call me…” He groaned, rolling his eyes, feeling your body squeezing into his utter masculinity, forcing him to moan your name over and over again.

He could barely stand it while he listened to you give those screams that sounded so passionately exquisite in his ears, with your fingers clinging to his back. He trembled, his erratic movements still making you groan, growling like a beast for several seconds, slowing slowly, panting, sweating.

He lay still, trying to recover, listening to you giggle softly, agitated to the max.

"S-shit." You laughed, gasping, "Whoa."

"Uh-huh" He giggled too, looking at you slightly "Are you a-also… a giggly?"

“Only when it's…f-fantastic”

"Same" He hugged you again, kissing your cheek a dozen times, between giggles "Oh... that was good..."

"Yes..." You smiled, caressing his back broadly, burying your fingers in his hair "I really needed it..."

"Don't get too comfortable..." He purred, caressing your thigh lecherously "I want more."

"Go ahead, soldier." You laughed.

He got up, only to get out of bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you so you were near the edge of the bed.

"I think I'm hornier than before" He stood, accommodating your waist a little, holding your legs so that they rest on his torso, your ankles on each side of his head "You are too beautiful, I need to see you better"

"Well..." You looked at him, while placing a pillow behind your head "I have a very nice view too"

"Trust me, it looks better on my side" He grabbed himself, going back in "Honey...I'm a little e-enraged...can I do it hard?"

“Please, yes…” You licked your lips anxiously “As long as I can walk tomorrow, do what you want.”

"Oh no, you calm down... I'll take good care of you" He kissed both of your ankles.

He was going to do it, but not before satisfying himself completely. This time he was fast and firm, clinging to your waist as if his life depended on it, his own waist crashing into you, his screams in chorus with yours, controlling you, making sure that your body didn't slip away from him, that your movements out of control did not stop him.

By the time he finished, there was no giggling, just gasping with dry throats, muscles a little fatigued, skin covered in sweat, your voice muffled, pleasantly complaining, sprawled on the bed, your legs still held by his big hands, your brain completely off, traveling between hormones, fatigue and pleasure.

Kelvin smiled, between breaths, seeing you. You were his dream come true.

P14

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#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest

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nancypullen · 1 year

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Thursday

Hey there! Remember me? I disappeared for a few days, but here we are again - get comfy, we’ll chat. Yesterday we climbed out of our rut (honestly, it’s a lovely rut) and pointed the car toward the mighty Atlantic Ocean. We decided to see what all the fuss is about Rehobeth Beach, and also to find a particular bookstore where David Sedaris will be signing on May 30th (we have tickets and I’m excited!). Rehobeth Beach is 48 miles from Denton, and it was a beautiful day for a drive - so off we went. I get it now. Wide beaches of clean sand, clear water, and a boardwalk that rivals any I’ve ever seen. Restaurants, arcades, and the shops, oh my, the shops! Did I take photos? Not many. I’ll have to raid whatever the mister snapped. I was too busy poking around in alleys like this.

Hundreds and hundreds of unique shops, really diverse dining options, and everything from scooter rentals to paddleboards. I knew exactly where we’d be having lunch when I saw this spot.

Go Fish, a true British fish & chips place. Mickey is a sucker for fish & chips. Me, not so much, but I figured there’d be something else on the menu. It was charming inside and The Beatles were playing on the sound system. All good signs.

We sat in a booth and thoroughly enjoyed our lunch. Mickey raved about the fish & chips and I had a hearty plate of bangers and mash. It made me glad I’d skipped breakfast.

After lunch we strolled down the main drag and found the bookstore, BrowseAbout Books. What a delightful store! Super friendly staff, eager with recommendations, an amazing inventory (even a wonderful children’s section), home decor, cards, tees, etc. I love a good independent bookstore.

They truly offer something for everyone. So we checked that off our list and we’ll be back there on May 30th.

The ticket includes a cop of the book, which I already have, so I’ll just have him sign my copy for Matt. Matt and I went to see David Sedaris in Nashville many years ago and had a ball. We gave him a rubber hand to sign. It made him laugh. If you know, you know. If you don’t, read this. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2003/03/10/whos-the-chef Anywayyyy, after exiting BrowseAbout Books we walked around, visited a few more shops, got a sweet treat (ice cream cone for Mickey, caramel popcorn for me) and headed home. The road west is lined with shopping opportunities and I asked the mister to pull into Home Goods. It’s my church and I’ve been missing services. I needed to fill my soul. And I did. It didn’t take much. I bought three small things.

A small picture frame to hold a sweet photo of Little Miss.

This adorable little bird who will keep me company in my spot on the porch.

There she is by the flowers, looking ready to burst into song.

And finally, these pretty bells to sway in the breeze - also for my spot.

A whole bag of happy for just $30. Did I need to spend it? No. DO these things make me smile and lift my heart? Absolutely yes. Some women drink wine, some spend a fortune on hair and nails, I buy birds and shiny things.

Speaking of birds, they love the new fence. I swear, our feathered visitors have increased since we put the fence up. The local cats can’t hide as well, so maybe they feel safer. Any way you slice it, I have more bird song and a prettier yard. Winning!

I took three of the containers that I normally use on porch railings and put them on the fence. I love it.

Feeders, a bath, and blooms. It’s birdie paradise. I’ll probably add some pink or red flowers to those containers, but I like them just fine so far. Stanley still stops by for a drink. I think he loves cool water with just a hint of bird butt.

Time to weedeat. So there ya’ have it, a little bit of happy from our patch to yours. I’m going to make a little lunch and go sit in my spot on the porch. It’s a good day for doing nothing. Sending out love. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO - Nancy

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logarhythm-bees · 8 months

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To Unearth and Back Again; ⛅Chapter 14

Chapter Thirteen | Table of Contents | Chapter Fifteen

See ronithesnail's absolutely wonderful art for this story!

I fell for the beggar’s son In the puddled porch with his shoes undone And the silver coin that had made him come Into the yellow light

-The Inventor's Daughter, Branches

“Now that I’ve told you about my friends, you tell me about yours!” Remus cheered.

Janus frowned at him over a sip of tea. “I thought I made it clear, Remus. I do not want to talk about my ‘issues’ with Roman and Virgil.”

“Not them,” Remus chastised. “Your lame hand warmers. Y’know, Mister Light Blue and Darker Blue glasses.”

Janus stared at him. “You…want to hear about my boyfriends?”

Remus shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t want to feed me your problems like a lionfish in the pacific. I’ve already introduced you to my companions- who are better at coming to tea parties than you by the way, show up on time next time-”

“You kidnapped me.” Janus interrupted.

“Irrelevant. Anyways, it’s the next conversation topic on the table, unless you want to see which one of us hits the ground faster if we jump out the window. I’ll put a trampoline at the bottom, it’ll be fine.”

“Let’s not.” Janus admonished, fiddling with his gloves. “What… did you want to know?”

“Whatever.” Remus said, sitting backwards on his chair now, having turned it around to face Janus. “Keep in mind though, anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer-”

“Stop, stop!” Janus yelled. “You don’t need to read me the Miranda warnings, and also the only lawyers in the mindscape are me and my boyfriends, I don’t know what you would do.”

“Just making sure you know your rights.” Remus told him. “You gonna talk about your boyfriends or not?”

Janus took a sip of his drink, thinking. “It’s been…nice, being partners with them.”

He rapped his fingers against the mug, nails making a soft clink.

“Patton loves so much, and so openly,” he hummed, “I didn’t know someone could love quite so much.

Logan’s love isn’t so…overflowing, but it’s still so strong. He looks at us like he looks at his favorite constellations,” Janus mumbled shyly over his tea.

“We balance each other out. I know how important self-love is, but it’s different being loved so by someone else.” Janus blushed. “Patton told me my love is like salted caramel. I’m not sure I understand what that means, but it’s sweet, isn’t it?”

“I think his love is a little bit like cookies, though.” Janus said. “They’re warm and comforting. And Logan’s like a dictionary, a little sharp around the edges, but you can always rely on them, and they’re sturdy and supporting.”

Janus sighed out dreamily, and Remus laughed. “Oh, you’re all saps. You’re going to be such dorks when they find you.”

Janus startled, staring at Remus. “You didn’t tell them where I was?”

“Of course I told them where you are, silly.” Remus teased. “It’s the getting here that they’re gonna struggle with.”

“The getting here?” Janus echoed.

Remus chugged the rest of his tea and poured himself a fresh cup. “Roman paid me a dollar to get him some alone time with Virgil, so I sent the losers on a high-fantasy quest. I don’t know what any of you expected from me.”

“I think I should go,” Janus said, standing quickly from the table, but Remus shot him down with a glare. “They’re on a quest together.”

“So?” Janus asked.

“So they’re bonding.” Remus drawled. “Collaborating. Getting along. Fusing into a single entity shaped like something you won’t let me say. Maybe going wild and biting each other-”

“That’s enough.” Janus said. “How- how long do you think they’ll be?”

“I gave ‘em some challenges to work out, but Roman’s probably rushing here to kick my butt, so probably not that long.” Remus responded and passed him the plate of biscuits. “Unless they get lost, or something. Maybe I should’ve given them a map.”

“…Let’s hope they’re not lost.” Janus supplied, and took a biscuit.

#lomoceit #logicaliciet #prinxiety #qpp prinxiety #to unearth and back again

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46 - Lady Krampus' naughty list (Monthly tale - 46)

(Woman into donkey)*

Metamorphose Aesthetics: Season 2

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The secretary was busy standing on a chair, putting up the office Christmas decorations. Simone, for her part, wasn’t doing anything else other than sitting with her legs crossed at a desk enjoying a cigarette. An hourglass figured, freckled bombshell, she was a tall white young woman with plenty of curves. A large rear that was her pride and joy, fantastic breasts and long brown hair. Wearing black high heels, stockings, a long grey skirt and a teasingly transparent blouse.

Simone took a long drag from her smoke and continued bitching.

“I just think it’s quite hypocritical on your part,” she replied. “I never got anything I wanted for Christmas as a kid, so, obviously, I don’t like the season. You on the other hand probably always got everything you wanted, which is fine, but why do I have to be forced to pretend to be nice? Why do I have to be forced to participate in your collective festive delusion?”

The secretary sighed.

“Holy Santa, I only asked you to hold the chair! You are absolutely insufferable sometimes!” the woman sighed. “Most of the time actually! Also your argument sucks!”

“It sucks… or is it just that you don’t want to admit when you’re wrong?” Simone pointed at the struggling secretary with her cigarette. “Christmas is bullshit, just cooperative propaganda. I’m sorry to be the Grinch, but someone had to break it to you.”

“What are… Wait…Have you even read the Grinch?”

Simone shrugged.

“Nah, not really.”

“We work for a children’s book publisher, Simone! Geez, like, it’s okay if you don’t like Christmas but that’s no excuse to be an absolute ass to everybody!”

Simone had stopped paying attention, leaning back at the desk she saw a very expensive Mercedes arriving in the parking lot through the window, with a smirk across her lips she stubbed out the cigarette in a nearby plant pot.

“Yeh, yeh, whatever…” she said, getting up. “Look, the lesson here is that magic elves aren’t gonna give you anything for free, you have to get it yourself!”

Simone slapped the secretary’s butt as she walked out, the poor woman almost fell off the chair.

“You are such a jackass!” the secretary cried into the distance.

Shaking her hips and making her heels click on the hard floor, Simone walked down the office, attracting the looks of some of her coworkers, but she didn’t care, not about them anyhow, she had other goals in mind. By the time the boss arrived at his office she was already there, leaning against his desk with her hands in the waist.

“Hi, there, Mister Boss,” she greeted him sensually.

Her boss froze at the door.

“Hi… Simone…” he babbled, slowly.

“Do you like the decorations?”

“Oh? Ah, yes, you all did a wonderful job with… that thing… What… What are you doing in my office?”

“Nothing, just wanting to ask you about that raise I clearly deserve again. I had the feeling you were trying to avoid me, Mister Boss, so I want your undivided attention.”

“Simone, w-we already talked about it, it’s just not possible right now…”

“Aren’t you even gonna listen to my counter-offer?”

“Counter-offer?

Simone showed her back to the man and, effortlessly and shamelessly pulled down her skirt, exposing her round buttocks.

“I’m not wearing panties,” she clarified.

“Simone, please… I’m… married…”

“Why do you say that every time, Mister Boss?”

“I…”

Her boss was helpless, almost frozen, before that ass, a hardon building up inside his pants. With obviously malicious intent Simone proceeded to pull up her skirt, so it ended up rolled around her waist, she leaned over the desk.

If she had a tail she would have lifted it high up.

“Then, boss, are you gonna give me a ride or are you gonna make me leave? It's cold outside, it’s a very cold winter… Are you gonna let my poor butt freeze, stud?”

There wasn’t anything else to be said, that ass had to be kept warm.

The door of the office was closed, his penis was freed from his pants. Soon Simone had to hold herself to the desk as the man pumped her… and she loved it. Truth was she was used to getting what she wanted, and what she wanted, more than the money or the attention, was the lust.

Sex.

Turning men into her play-things, being the dominant one, the one with the power, in control… the breeding… Her tongue pushed out as the man began to play with her tits, she had thought that if she could have her life be just this she would gladly take it all so many times….

Some might have said that it was sort of contradictory and that it was a path set for disaster.

Others were taking notes.

Not just the secretary earsdropping behind the door, listening once again to the sexual rutting with a blush in her face.

But far, far away, up north… where the land was covered in snow…

The fireplace was crackling, keeping Lady Krampus’ office warm. It was a busy day, the mother of all winters was finishing up her list and there was still plenty of room for some naughty girls… such as Simone.

Lady Krampus was almost surprised when the sudden echo of the woman’s raw orgasms reached her ears, followed up by chuckling and the voice of a panting man asking something about a Christmas party. That was all, Santa’s wife didn’t need anything more, she picked up one of her pens, the vixen one, and wrote down Simone’s name on the list, between Jessica, a bad mother set to become a nice gift, and Olivia, who’s obnoxiousness was going to turn her into a penguin. Unrepentantly fucking her married boss for the seventh time, it would be the last bad deed Simone would ever be allowed to commit… as a human at least.

December the twenty fifth swiftly arrived.

The Christmas party was at Mister Boss’ house, when Simone arrived, wearing a skimpy Santa dress, she greeted her lover’s wife with two kisses on each cheek. Simone didn’t intend to stay for long, just long enough to grab some food and booze and then leave for a real party,the kind she liked because they were more about sex than Christmas.

Her plan was abruptly halted in the weirdest of ways: There was a gift for her under the tree.

A gift that nobody knew where it was from. Every other party-goer and the owners of the house all claimed and swore they had no clue how that gift was there, but what was obvious and clear is that the gift was for Simone.

“Come on, Simone, open it! It’s the easiest way to figure out who's your secret admirer!” the secretary chuckled, who had very low tolerance for booze and had drunk half a glass of champagne.

Everybody agreed in a very democratic way that the rationale was correct, everybody except Simone, but her opinion didn’t seem to matter much and after some nagging she agreed, feeling annoyed.

“Okay!” she grunted. “I will open it! But if it’s a joke I’m gonna be pissed!”

She knelt down near the tree and, with everyone at the party’s attention focused on her, and with the feeling it was a terrible idea, she opened her first ever Christmas gift… if you believed her stories…

The only thing she found inside was a letter.

Simone didn’t read it out loud, it was a personal letter for her, but when she read down what was written on the paper it was as if something was whispering right into her ear.

“Dear Naughty Girl

Santa’s Wife wishes you Merry Christmas, because they are your last ones as a human.

‘This night you shall become an ass, by next year the breeding stall will be your whole life

Take care and enjoy the braying

Lady Krampus“

Her surroundings became silent as Simone read the letter, she read it a couple more times with her eyes wide open… and her heart burdened..

“It's a letter, isn't it?” the secretary asked, breaking the short moment of odd tension with giggles. “What does it say? Come on, don’t make us wait! Is it something kinky?”

Simone clenched her fist around the paper, crumpling it into a ball.

“Very fucking funny, Olivia!” Simone yelled, getting up. “Amazing gift!”

The party gasped.

The secretary blinked, drunk and confused by that sudden attack.

“Excuse me?” she babbled. “I didn’t put that gift there…!”

“Yeah, sure, of course! If you are jealous because I have a sex life there’s less stupid ways to tell me, you dry cunt bitch!”

“I’m not…! Simone… What did it say in the letter? Are you alright?”

Simone wasn’t alright at all, a heat was building in her groin, but she didn’t want the help of any of the people at the party. Her eyes watered slightly as she felt the pressure of their stares.

“Fuck you all!”

Like a winter wind she stormed out of the house, upset beyond reason, not even picking up her coat and with the letter squeezed in her fist. Outside she tore apart the letter and screamed at the night sky.

She didn’t feel cold.

The echo of dozens of parties surrounded her in every direction, and she wanted to go to them, to fuck… but that letter had spoilt everything…

Instead, completely frustrated, she managed to make it back to her apartment. Stipping completly naked Simone crawled on top of her bed, the cold sheets didn’t calm the warmth growing in her pussy.

“Fuck Christmas…” she barked. “I’m not an ass!”

Rolling around, feeling nervous and uncomfortable, she tried to sleep and forget… but the oniric realm didn’t offer any escape from Lady Krampus’ grasp…

She wasn’t a donkey…

She was a queen, a dominatrix…

Hair tied into a tall ponytail, wearing dark latex, a whip in her hands. Not just dominant, but a dominatrix.

Her sex-pet was already tied up and gagged on the bed.

“Do you want mommy to teach you a lesson, foal?”

Why did she use that word? Foal? The dream-thought floated in the mist of the dream until the sex-pet gurgled eagerly that he did indeed want his mommy.

Simone smirked, cracked her whip and began to play with her toy. Teasing with her harmless weapon, touching, pulling, slapping… His cock was out and it was very, very hard…

She chuckled.

“Look what you did, you got all stiff!” she grabbed and squeezed the man’s balls. “What am I supposed to do now? Lick it?”

A slap of the whip.

“GNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHH!”

Smirking, Simone knelt down in front of the cock… her heart was beating hard, now it was a donkey’s cock… Tall, muscular, tubular, pink… Her mouth watered, opening, her head shook…

“N-no…! No! No…!” Simone mumbled in her bed.

Rolling around naked, horny, trapped in her dreams.

“I’m not an ass…! I’m not an ass…! I’m not… a naughty jenny…!”

She stretched herself, powerless to stop the overflowing lust. Her pussy was so hot it could very well have been glowing. In desperation, between the realm of the dramatic and the reality of the flesh, Simone tried to regain any semblance of control.

Standing up, walking away from the jackass’ dick.

She was…

An equestrian…

Wearing tall boots and tight pants wrapping her ass, she was a horse rider, the owner of the stables. No beast of burden, but a tamer of the equine.

“I’m a stallion rider… not…” she gulped. “A stallion’s ride…”

An echo reached her ears, her heart was bouncing inside her chest once more. Feeling afraid, she looked around… the door out to the backyard…

Simone slowly opened it…

She saw the meadow on a hill, sheep grazing, too many to count, but not a single horse on sight.

The echo hit her ears again.

The braying.

Two grey furred donkeys were up there on the grassland, a jackass… and a jennet…

Eyelids opened wide when Simone saw the male’s cock coming out, the female having completely stopped her trotting, waiting for him. The big equine penis… Simone froze… she was completely naked, both in the bedroom and in the meadow…

With a quick hop the jackass mounted the jenny and began to do what was just natural to them: Mating, breeding.

They rutted there in the wild, unashamed, unapologetic, unshackled, just as beasts are meant to. Braying at full intensity.

Simone’s eyes watered, her lips shook… a whisper came out of her heart…

“I… I wanna…”

Horror clenched her body as soon as the dream caught her confession. She dropped to her knees, then onto all fours, a rush of panic.

“No! NO! That’s wrong! I didn’t! I’m no beast!” she cried.

But she couldn’t stand up as a person, she couldn’t deny the heat any longer. Rolling around crazily on the bed, covered in the salt of sweat and tears. The shadow of the jackass on top of her, the ache in her muscles, her pussy reaching orgasm.

“I’m a…! I AM A…!”

Her breath quickened.

Animalistic fear.

She saw herself… black brown fur…

Then…it left her throat…

“AM AAAAAAAAAAW! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAW! HEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWW! HAW! HAW! HAW!”

Simone lifted herself up on top of the bed, fully awake as if a mule had kicked her out of her dreams back to reality. She cried, brayed, touching her body, pulling her hair.

“NOOOOOOOOOH! I’m not a freaking ass! I’m not! I’m a noOOOTH! HOOOOOW HEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOH!”

Her teeth bucked out of her lips as she brayed in frustrated panic. Her ears tingled and rampantly stretched, covered in fur, black brown fur, migrating to the top of her head where she grabbed and pulled them down in front of her eyes.

Pupils stretched horizontally.

Donkey ears.

“THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME! NOOO! FUCK CHRISTMAS! FUCK CHRISTMAS! AAAAAAAAANGHHHHHHHHHH!”

A pinch of pleasurable pain made her pause from grabbing her long flexible ears when her hands flew towards her butt. Squeezing her buttocks she lowered her ears, trying to look behind her… a patch of fur sprouted above her ass, then a tail erupted out of her spine.

“HEEEEEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEEEEEEE HAW!”

The tail swung left and right, then lifted up, a turf of hair sprouted at the end as Simone’s womanly vagina and anus were reformed into the beastly equine.

Impotent, incapable of doing anything else, she leaned forward over the bed, stretching as her legs were stretched, covered in more fur. She bent her knees, raising her legs, curling her toes in a vain attempt to stop their transformation into hooves.

It didn’t work.

Donkey legs from which fur quickly climbed towards her knees. Her arse expanding in size and mass. Simone put a hand over her feverish forehead, softly sobbing, grunting, snorting.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw…” a short moment of serenity in the metamorphosis that was followed up by a louder snort. “I DON’T haaaaw WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Bone twisting pain, then cracking noises. Her shoulders lengthened forwards, then backwards. With great effort she pulled herself to the edge of the bed and dropped down, heavy and blunt.

She attempted to get up.

“Heeee haw!”

Only to drop back down onto all fours. The increasing mass of her rear made it’s weight almost unbearable and that was even without taking into account the itchiness of the growing coat of thick fur. Her tail tensed, her back hooves clopped and slid across the floor as she bent her back, permanently locked into a quadrupedal pose.

“HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Behind her her whole body was completely consumed by the changes, the hairy butt of a jennet.

A donkey’s ass for the ass she was meant to be.

Simone looked behind and saw the sorry state of her butt-area. She was growing and expanding, way beyond her human form. Her belly swelled and became round, her breasts shrank and slid towards her crotch, to become fat black teats, a straight line of hair, that of a donkey’s mane, grew from the centre of her human hair.

She finally broke.

“PLEASH! Please! No moreeeeeeeeEEEEEEEH!” she begged with a deepening voice. “I haaaaw learnt! Will no beeeeeee nautgheeeeeeey nhowmore! I sweaaaaar! Iiiiii SWEAAAAAAAAAR! SWEEEEEEEEEEH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!”

But, deep down, she knew it was pointless to complain, even more so after she felt her jenny clit wink in horny anticipation. If she didn’t want this end she wouldn’t have gotten herself onto Lady Krampus’ list to begin with.

Yet, there was one thing her rightful punishment couldn’t rob her of, because if her fate was to be a donkey she fully intended to express her frustration as what she was becoming.

Kicking and jumping in direct confrontation with the end of her humanity. Simone bounced all over the room, destroying the bed, cracking wood with her head, smashing glass with her hooves.

Braying, braying without pause.

“HEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEE HAW! HEEEEEEEEE HAW!”

She lifted her backside, standing on her hands, to hit a lamp with one of the kicks, and as she did it, those hands became her other pair of sturdy hooves.

Her neck lengthened and bulked, her ribcaged barreled.

A last brutal bray.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Simone’s head cracked, her skull pushed forward, stretching her face into a muzzle at the same time everything was consumed by the fur… her voice and the silhouette of her shadow lost any trace of the womanly…

In the end, only an angry brown furred female donkey remained in the bedroom.

A jenny.

An ass.

The beast kept braying and destroying until she was exhausted and by that time animal control, alerted by a worried neighbour, were already there. The professional animal catcher had no trouble guiding the tired donkey out of the house despite her best efforts to avoid it.

It was pointless defiance, humans can’t understand braying.

She was soon checked over by a veterinarian, certified as a healthy adult jenny and, eventually, because it couldn’t have been any other way, she was sent to a farm to live among her kind. It was an annoying surprise how easily she found herself adapting to the routine of the farm. It was simple, natural, not so different from the office… she fit in so well that she seemed to have been born to it, which was comfortably mortifying.

Perhaps ironically there was only one aspect of her new life she tried to avoid for as long as she could.

Mating.

Despite the kind of woman she had been, as an ass she avoided the males like they were a scourge at that point the farmhands noticed it, mocking the poor jenny and giving her a few unsavoury nicknames.

But even though she held out as long as she could, that could only mean that some months later, in due course, she found herself in the breeding stall, where she could no longer avoid either the male, nor her body’s needs.

Every inch of her flesh wanted it and the jackass was surprisingly gentle, by the standards of jackasses at least. A smooth and enjoyable experience during which she was nothing but a jenny, a lustful jenny in heat taking the weight of her male and the load of his cock without a single hint of remorse. Yet, after the deed… it was still a bittersweet thought to swallow that any hope of walking again on two legs were shattered by the best orgasms of her life…

The first of many more equally good ones.

One year later winter came back, to nobody's surprise, with the cold early morning light shining across the snow the jennet moved out of her stall, a trick only she was able to pull off, to calmly walk down to the field. She had gained some weight, but most of the swelling in her belly was a product of her pregnancy.

Naughty office girl Simone was apparently completely forgotten, if some folk had maybe cared about her disappearance, their complaints hadn’t lasted long. Even the jenny herself had trouble remembering her previous self.

Her heart knew that even if she did have a chance to be Simone again she would most likely reject it, because being Simone now seemed just too much of a hassle.

She stopped to contemplate her life, soon it would be December Twenty Five again.

Her first one on the farm.

Her first one as no longer human.

Lady Krampus had told her no lie, her life had indeed become the breeding stall and even if she certainly enjoyed that…

The jennet still didn’t like Christmas one bit.

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Chapter 4: Stakeout

Snow sipped at her cocoa, as she sat in the truck beside her husband and smiled over at him.

"This is the best," she said with a smile.

"What? Sitting in a truck for hours?" he teased and she cocked her head to the side.

"No silly…sitting in a truck with you for hours," she replied. He grinned.

"Yeah…it's fun when I'm with you," he said.

"And as Mayor of this town, I feel that being involved in the case to takedown someone that is using mind control drugs on unsuspecting citizens is essential," she replied.

"Ratigan is a dirtbag for sure…" David said, as he used his binoculars to look at Medusa's eyesore of an establishment.

"What could he be waiting for?" Snow asked.

"I don't know…do we know anything about him?" he asked.

"All I got from the town census was that he was a blacksmith back in the Enchanted Forest, near Longbourne. Somehow, that doesn't really match up with his skills in chemistry," she replied.

"Yeah…definitely seems off. We could assume that the curse gave him his knowledge, but if that were true, there's no way he'd be able to create something like this drug," David said.

"Definitely not. The teaching knowledge the curse gave me was the bare basics. Everything else, I learned by reading it for myself," Snow replied.

"It's funny…the curse is definitely not what we imagined when we feared it back in our land. I mean, being separated was the worst thing we could experience, but there were certainly a lot of creature comforts involved. More than I imagined," he said. She smiled gently.

"People tend to become complacent when they're comfortable. There's no reason to fight and risk losing something when you have all your basic needs met," Snow surmised. He smirked.

"Yeah…I guess when we were living in the woods, we were eager to fight for a better life and our love," David said. She smiled.

"Sometimes it was rough, but never those nights under the stars," she remembered fondly. He smiled at those memories too.

"Do you think he's going to come out anytime soon?" Snow asked.

"I'm not sure…but even if he does, he'll be using the people he's controlling as human shields. We have to figure out a way to free them first, before we can take Ratigan down," David said, as his phone rang.

"Hey Paul…" he answered.

"Frollo is much more coherent now and he knows exactly what's in the drug. He is in no condition to be in the lab, but he gave me the ingredients and instructions on how to create an antidote to the mind drug," Paul replied.

"That's great…we're on our way," David said, as he hung up his flip phone.

"Paul says Frollo's lucid enough to tell him about this drug and Paul thinks he can make an antidote with this information," he said.

"Let's go," Snow replied, as he put the truck in gear and they returned to the hospital.

~*~

Leo's tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, as they played Mario Kart and once he flew over the finish line in first place, he threw up his arms in victory.

"You win again…you're just too good for me, Mister," Regina said, as Eva huffed.

"I swear if I didn't know better that you're cheating somehow," she complained.

"Nah…I'm just that good," Leo bragged.

"Really? Care to race me?" Emma asked, as she came downstairs.

"I thought you had homework?" Leo asked.

"All done…with time to spare to kick your butt," Emma replied, as she grabbed a controller.

"We'll see," Leo replied, as Regina put her controller down.

"You can take my place for now," she said, as she went and sat on the couch with Robin. When Snow was called away, she had called her husband and Rolland to come spend the evening with her and the kids.

"You're pretty good at Mario Kart," he teased. She smiled.

"What can I say? I have a knack for video games," she replied, as the house phone rang.

"Nolan residence," she answered, as she got up.

"Oh, hi Snow…" she said, as she listened.

"Sure…I'll be right there," she replied, as she hung up the phone.

"They need my help with something. Are you okay here with the kids for a bit?" she asked. He smiled.

"Of course…go. You're part of the heroes now," Robin replied. She smiled shyly.

"I don't know about that," she said, as he kissed her tenderly and she hurried out to meet Snow and David at the hospital.

~*~

Ratigan peered out the blind of Medusa's tacky place and saw that Charming's truck was gone. That puzzled him. They had been staking the place out, but he knew the Sheriff hadn't given up, which meant that something else was at play.

"How long are you going to use my establishment for your little zombie fest?" Medusa questioned.

"A while…the conquest of a town takes time, even with willing soldiers," he said.

"You know, I've been around a long time and as much as I wish you'd win so we really could have some fun in this town, you won't," she warned.

"You just lack imagination, my dear," he said, as the scout he had sent out returned.

"Report," he said to the brainwashed hospital orderly.

"It appears that the Sheriff and the Mayor have returned to the hospital to consult with Dr. Sakura," he reported.

"Blast it…it's Frollo. He's awake and talking. He could ruin everything!" Ratigan said.

"Let me guess…he can provide an antidote to your little drug?" Medusa asked.

"Unfortunately yes…I may hate the man, but he knows what he's doing in the chemistry lab," Ratigan replied.

"Well…it'll be over soon then. Why don't you shove off. I'd rather not be arrested for aiding and abetting. Sheriff Charming would only love any legal reason to shut me down. His precious, pretty little Snow just hates that my place exists in her perfect little town," Medusa said, but Ratigan pulled a gun and pointed it at her.

"No worries there…because I'm not done with this being my base of operations. Now you're off the hook," he said. She glared at him and then put her hands up.

"Whatever you say, Dr. Wacktigan," she retorted, as he moved to look out the window again.

"I need more leverage than just some hospital orderlies and staff," he said and then a devious smirk spread across his face.

"Attention minions…it's time to make our move and I know exactly how to make Snow and Charming bend to our will and forget using any antidote they create," he said, as he marched out of the tavern with his small, but surely to grow army of brainwashed citizens.

~*~

"I came as soon as I could." Regina said, as she arrived.

"Good…to bring you up to speed, Ratigan has drugged about a dozen or so of the hospital staff with his mind control drug and currently, they're using Medusa's as their base of operation," David said.

"He's using them as human shields to keep you from doing a full scale takedown," Regina replied. He nodded.

"Frollo has given me the ingredients to make an antidote, but Ratigan was really thinking. He had his minions trash Frollo's lab and his own, plus mine before they stormed out of here. I need some decent chemistry equipment," Paul explained.

"I have a small set in my vault that you're welcome to, but I think we need a bigger one for this," Regina said.

"Any ideas?" Snow asked.

"None of us like it, but we should go to Gold. He'll have better equipment and getting the brainwashed people to either drink the antidote or drink it won't be easy," Regina replied.

"What do you suggest?" David asked.

"We ask Gold to use his. With Ratigan loose brainwashing people, he likely won't ask for any favors in return since he's a danger to Belle. Paul can use his equipment to create an aerosol based antidote," Regina replied.

"So we just have to spray them with it," Snow said. She nodded.

"That'll be much easier…let's go," David said. Paul nodded.

"Whale should be able to handle things here if he manages to stay sober," the doctor said, as they headed out to their cars when David's phone rang.

"Sheriff," he answered.

"Hello Sheriff…" Ratigan drawled.

"What do you want, scumbag," David said tersely.

"Tsk, tsk on how you speak to me, especially when I'm having a nice, lovely chat with your children and the Queen's husband," he replied, as David frowned.

"You touch any of them and I'll break you in half," the Prince growled.

"Oh I don't think so…I have a wide assortment of human shields and I have armed them all with knives. One slip of a blade and one of your precious babies could get hurt," he warned.

"What. Do. You. Want?" David growled.

"You and your lovely wife are going to come here and surrender to me. Once you're in my custody, you'll announce to all that you've abdicated your power and I will take over as the new Mayor of Storybrooke. Then one of my willing subjects will dump my drug into the water supply, while you and your children are free to go, as long as it's over the town line, never to return," he said.

"Fine…Snow and I are on our way," David replied.

"No tricks or funny stuff or I'll start slitting throats, starting with little Eva," he warned, as David hung up his phone.

"He has Robin and the kids," he said.

"He's a dead man," Regina growled.

"He wants Snow and I to abdicate our power to him and then he's going to force us over the town line with the kids. Meanwhile, he has one of his zombies on the way to the water plant to dump the drug into it," David said, as he dialed a number.

"Thomas…it's David. I need you to head to the water plant. Ratigan sent someone to dump his drug into the water supply. Try to stop them without harming them, but we can't let that happen, no matter what. Try to stop them without harm, but if it comes down to it and you have to use force, then don't hesitate," David said, as he hung up his phone. He hated making a call like that, but it was one of those situations where he had to choose to save the many over the few.

"We'll get to Gold's and get an antidote made," Regina said, as she and Paul hurried to her car.

"David…" Snow said, as she touched his arm.

"We'll stop him, Snow…we just have to stall long enough until they get that antidote," David replied. She nodded, as they headed to the truck.

~*~

Ratigan chuckled, as he hung up the phone.

"Mommy and Daddy are on the way, kids…and this town will soon be mine," he said.

"Yeah right…you're a big stupid head and my Dad is going to pulverize you!" Leo shouted, as he glared up at him.

"Listen here, you little welp," Ratigan growled, as he grabbed him by the shirt, but Leo kicked him in the shin and he let go. Emma pulled him back and shushed him.

"Another stunt like that and you'll be in a world of hurt, brat," he warned.

"Leo…easy does it," Emma whispered.

"Yeah…Mommy and Daddy will save us," Eva said.

"She's right," Emma said.

"I know…but I can't wait until I'm big enough to save us," Leo replied. Robin smiled, as he held Roland.

"You will be soon enough, young one, but we have to make sure we stay safe until they get here," he said, as he glared at the literal mad scientist. He had debated on whether he should attempt to overpower him, but with all the innocent lives in the balance, he chose not to risk it. He knew his wife and he knew Snow and David…they were likely developing a plan right at that moment.

"Hi Paul," Belle greeted, as they rushed into the shop.

"Hey Belle…sorry to be abrupt, but is your husband here?" he asked, as Gold entered from the backroom.

"Let me guess…our fair town has encountered yet another calamity," he said.

"Yes…and we need a good chemistry set. Ratigan has used a mind control drug on some of the hospital staff and is currently holding my husband and the kids hostage. He wants control of the town and has a minion on the way to dose the entire water supply system," Regina explained quickly.

"I was wondering when that rat would try something," Gold said, unsurprised.

"Frollo gave us the information we needed for the antidote, but Ratigan smashed all the decent labs we have. Can we use yours?" Paul asked.

"This way…and yes, this one is on the house. I'd rather not become a puppet for anyone, least of all that crackpot," Rumple replied, as they followed him into the backroom and got to work.

~*~

Snow and David parked the truck at their house and joined hands, as they stormed onto their property, both furious that this man had gone into their home and was holding their children and a good friend hostage.

"That's far enough," he warned, as he came out onto the porch with Eva in his grasp.

"Are you prepared to give me what I ask for?" he asked.

"We are…but it's going to take time. If you want an announcement to the whole town, then we need a camera crew," Snow replied.

"We called the television station and they're on their way," David added.

"Excellent…but I warn you. If you've set up any trick with them, it won't end well for the little ones," he warned.

"Daddy!" Eva whimpered.

"Easy Ratigan…all we told them is that we need to make an emergency announcement to the town," David said.

"And their anchor hates me for some unknown reason, so you don't have to worry about Goldilocks doing me any favors," Snow added. He chuckled.

"Yes…I've noticed her animosity. Seems personal for her. For me, it's not really. I just want whatever great mind wants…power and the respect I deserve," he boasted.

"I have many great plans for this town, while you two will go back to being your feckless cursed selves once I push you over the town line. But don't worry, you'll have each other and your kids. It's a happy ending for everyone, really," he said.

"Yeah…your definition of a happy ending is not the same as ours," Snow retorted, as the television studio van pulled up. Goldie got out and checked herself in her compact, making Snow roll her eyes. She had no idea why the blonde hated her, but the feeling was definitely becoming mutual given all the lies and crap she regularly spewed on her gossipy morning show. Unfortunately, Storybrooke didn't have any other real reporters.

Her co-host, LeFou, stumbled out of the driver's side and the side door slid open, as a cameraman and a crew member started unloading their equipment. Storybrooke 1980's technology was outdated, to say the least, but that would work in their favor, for it would take a bit to set up all the bulky, slow equipment.

"Hurry up!" Ratigan snapped. Goldie smirked.

"Relax, Professor Ratigan. Perfection takes time," she said.

"And pancake makeup," Snow commented, as the blonde glared daggers at her.

"Well…we can't all be the fairest of them all," she snapped back.

"You really need to work on your insults if that was supposed to be one," David said, looking at his wife fondly. She huffed.

"I for one am really looking forward to a change in leadership and as soon as my crew is set up, I'm prepared to give you a glowing interview," she said. He smirked.

"Finally…someone who knows how to worship greatness," he said.

"Barf…" Emma said, as she and the others were led out of the house by the unfortunate pawns under Ratigan's control.

"Mind your tongue, young one," he warned.

"We're almost ready," LeFou said. Ratigan smirked.

"Your time in power is coming to an end and mine is just beginning," he said. They exchanged a slight weary look. They had every confidence that Paul and Regina would come through, but it was cutting it close.

~*~

The beakers boiled and the liquid traveled through the tubes and the three of them wore masks, as they used Gold's equipment to convert the liquid into an aerosol form. Paul turned the lever at the opening of the tube and filled the aerosol cans they were using.

"There…that should do it and the four of us have one," he said.

"Let's go…Snow and David will stall, but we're running out of time," Regina said, as they quickly left the shop. There was no time to lose…

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #AU #Emma #Regina Mills #Robin Hood #Mr. Gold #Belle #romance #adventure #family #the Finding You Always verse #OC Charmings #A Rat in Storybrooke: A Finding You Always Story

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Moment In Time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: Might be some mild language.

Chapter 2

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“Oh no one is judging you ya big doofus.” You trail a finger along the shiny metal surface, looking at your tinted and distorted reflection.“ Just think it’s a little unnecessary.” Looking up at Tony, you smile.

His brown eyes roll, a hand grabbing onto the roof of the sports car to assist in pulling himself out.“ There’s nothing unnecessary about having options.”

A snort of a laugh falls from your lips as you walk to the next car.“ Yeah sure. If that’s what you want to call this.”

“Half of these aren’t even mine.” He defends himself, hanging the keys up along with the other sets.

Pursing your lips you point to the car you’re in front of,“ who does this belong to then?”

“Natasha.” He answers, taking far too much delight in the way your challengingly cocky attitude drops.

So you decided to hang out for a while, see a couple floors and let Tony explain some things to you as he liked to do, then head home. But you’d found a reason to stick around. Or, better put, Tony found reasons for you to stick around.

You’d go to a floor, take in the sights, the tech, and listen to the man ramble on about the functionality of the floor. Around floor five you were ready to head out but Tony claimed you couldn’t see the medical floor and not go to the labs. And you couldn’t see the labs without seeing his workshop.

This reasoning went on and on until you found yourself in the garage. The sun had set a few hours ago, lights automatically flicked on inside the tower and the seemingly day to day sounds of the tower went away.

It’s quiet now, save for you and Tony talking and him occasionally starting up the cars.

You can’t lie and say you don’t enjoy hanging out with Tony. You’d always enjoyed your time with him, his actions and ideas unpredictable and so genius from the moment he learned to talk. But you also can’t lie and say you weren’t getting tired. A low, dull, rumbling started in your stomach not too long ago from the lack of food since this morning.

Making a bit of a show of looking at the last car, a sleep silver Audi that you know belongs to Tony, you check out the interior and make comments on the exterior. Then over exaggeratedly, you yawn and stretch your arms out.

“Alright T. It’s gettin late. Think it’s about time I head home.” You tell him, walking over and gently dropping your hand onto his shoulder.

He chuckles softly,“ Y/n, what kind of friend would I be if I let you go all the way back to Brooklyn while you’re tired and clearly hungry?” He pats your hand on his shoulder,“ you know Maria didn’t raise me that way.”

It takes every ounce of willpower to not toss him somewhere so you could leave. But you know it’s been some time since you and Tony actually hung out and while he definitely has some ulterior motive to this, his persistence gave it away, you oblige him. Your reasoning is that you know the food will be good.

What you aren’t expecting, however, is to find the entirety of the Avengers sitting around the living room on the main floor. Unlike the other floors that were quiet, a low chatter fills the space and a clanking of cutlery to ceramic plates.

With Tony’s arm around your shoulders, you’re guided to the tables lined with food that looks delicious. Tony obviously has some private chefs around here.

“Um, am I crashing some type of party or bonding time?” You ask him as he starts to pile food onto his plate.

“No,” he smacks his lips and waves you off,“ not really. We just eat together. Cap says it strengthens the team and all and I pay for the food so everyone comes. I’m sure they’ll be glad to have you.” With an almost devilish smile, he puts a bread roll on his plate and turns away.

Your narrowed eyes follow his retreating form. Sighing and shaking your head, you grab a plate, put a little of everything on it, then head over to the unoccupied bar.

Before you sit down to eat, you grab one of Tony’s expensive bottles of liquor off the top shelf. Pouring yourself a glass, you walk around the bar, catching the eyes of a couple members of the team before you sit down.

As you eat and drink, the laughter and banter of the team behind you erasing the silence of the room, you can’t help but remember the numerous times you’d had the privilege of being around your friends like that.

* * * * Flashback * * * *

With a friendly smile you push your chair out and stand up, walking over to the kitchen doorway. Reaching forward you grab the glass dish from the woman’s hands.

“Careful it’s-”

You nod and smile,“ I know. I’m fine.”

Marie’s eyes squint at you and she nods in understanding as she remembers. Patting your arm she turns back to the kitchen right before Jarvis comes out and follows you to the table.

Whispering a quiet ‘excuse me’ to Ana, you reach around her to place the dish on the table, then refind your seat across from her. The second your butt touches the seat two sets of eyes are on you.

“Y/n please tell this buffoon how ludicrous his invention sounds.” The angelically accented voice of your close friends says. You swear you can feel her gaze burning into your temple.

You look over at her, opening your mouth to speak when Howard cuts in.

“No Y/nn, tell Margaret that this is genius. It’s revolutionary!” He exclaims and your eyes widen a little.

Face morphing into an expression of offense, Peggy turns to look at Howard and they start bickering again.

Smiling amusedly, you lean back into the chair, making eye contact with Jarvis’ wife An from across the table.

Both of you shake your heads, An chuckling softly just before Jarvis comes to sit beside her.

“Howard,” the man looks up at the stern but sweet tone of his wife.“ That’s enough honey.” She gives a smile that matches the sweetness of her tone.

The Brit beside you snickers and you lightly smack the side of her leg with the bag of your hand, muttering a quiet,“ relax.” Which results in her huffing and crossing her arms, sending a glare at Howard that she fixes just as Marie sits down across from her.

Despite having been bickering since long before now, the Agent and Philanthropist waste no time in playing nice over dinner. Alongside them, Marie, An, Jarvis, and yourself have one of many very entertaining dinners. Laughs exchanged between all of you.

* * * * Flashback End * * * *

You’re yanked from the memory when a heavy weight lands on your shoulder.

Tensing up, you prepare yourself to fight whoever it is but you quickly remember that you’re in the Avengers tower with earth’s mightiest heroes. The chances of this being an attack are slim.

Still slightly tense, you look over your shoulder at the owner of the hand on your body. To find America’s golden boy looking down at you.

“Everything alright?” He asks, seemingly concerned. .

You give him a small smile and chuckle softly,“ all good Captain.” You give a playfully mocking salute and he sighs instantly afterwards.

Walking around the bar, he leans on top of it with his fingers laced in front of him.“ Listen I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did on the jet earlier.”

“That’s one way to put it.” You take a bite of your food, staying silent until you swallow, then sipping your drink.“ We’re good. I know my unexpected bombing was, well, unexpected.” He chuckles lightly at your words and shakes his head.

When he reaches up to almost nervously rub the back of his neck, you know he isn’t completely sure that everything is good.

“Have a drink with me Cap.” You tell him, nodding to the shelf of alcohol behind him.

Looking from you to the drinks, he nods.“ You can call me Steve.” He tells you, putting some ice in his glass then pouring his drink.

“Well Steve,” you raise your glass to him and he gently taps his against yours.“ Feel free to call me Y/n.” You tell him, sipping your drink.

He smiles softly at you, your invitation seemingly having done the job of calming his nerves slightly. Light conversation flows between the two of you, a back and forth of questions that answers don’t hold much consequence but still shed some light on the types of people yourself and Steve are.

By the time the sun has disappeared beyond the horizon and the sky is littered with stars and the lights of every skyscraper you and Steve are well through one of Tony’s more expensive bottles of liquor. Loud laughs sound from the two of you as you joke with one another.

While the alcohol doesn’t affect either of your systems as it would someone else, the other occupants of the living space would assume you were drunk.

It intrigued more than a few of them how loose and easy going Steve is. It wasn’t as if he never had fun with them or drank, but there seemed to be something about you that brought an even lighter aura to the older man.

“It was incredible. I’m telling you,” you shake your head with a small smile of excitement.“ I wasn’t inclined to be excited about it since I was there to see the Yankees kick ass, but the Dodgers played exceptionally well.”

Steve has a small smirk on his face, nodding approvingly as he sips his drink.“ Well I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Once again you laugh, finishing your drink and leaning off of the bar top.“ Ever proud, Mister America.” You say teasingly, bringing yet another laugh from the tall blonde.

He finishes off his drink and you take a deep breath and release it.“ Welp Cap,” pushing up out of your chair, you smile at him,“ it was a pleasure chatting with you. Ever want to talk about the good ole days-”

“I’ll give you a ring.” He holds his hand out to you and you shake it firmly.

As you take up the glasses and your plate you nod a goodbye to Steve and go your separate ways, you to the kitchen and Steve to the elevators.

Setting the dishes in the sink, you turn the water on and lean against the counter as you wait for it to get hot. Just before your mind can begin to wander you catch sight of movement in your peripherals.

A smirk almost instantly pulls onto your face at the sight of the red head walking in. Her green eyes are already trained on you with a look in them that you can’t describe.

“Agent Romanoff,” you nod to her, smirk still in place.

She takes small purposeful steps closer, stopping a few feet away from you,“ you lied to us. Member of SHIELD for a while?” She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head with an overly sweet smirk,“ you founded SHIELD.”

You hiss in a breath of air through your teeth, turning to face away from her as you chuckle.“ I didn’t lie, actually. Withholding all of the truth is a different thing.” Drying the plates off, you set them on the rack to dry, the forks and cups following afterwards.“ And let’s make something very clear, I am not a founder of SHIELD.” You dry your hands and turn to her.

“Really? Cause SHIELD records say otherwise” She reasons, stepping closer.

Eyebrows raising at her further approach, you do the same. You smile softly at her and close the distance between you two, leaving just under a foot of space.“ I understand you aren’t happy with the redacted details of my history Agent Romanoff so let me clear it up for you.”

Natasha tilts her head at your words and listens intently as you continue.“ I didn’t found SHIELD. I was the first ever agent. Agent Carter and Howard Stark saved me and administered me an enhanced version of the same serum Steve took. I owed them my life and I made sure to protect them,” you falter at that, jaw clenching as a horrible memory flashes through your mind.

“That’s how you met Tony?” She asks. It wasn’t missed by Natasha. The ex-assassin could read anyone. The second she noticed the distant look in your eyes she knew something was wrong and while she was curious, something told her not to ask about that.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts and look at her.“ Was in the hospital the night he was born. Watched him grow up.” You smile fondly,“ he’s family.”

For a moment it’s quiet. Still you watch Natasha, unsure if she’s finished or not. Just when you think she’s done, you nod and head towards the door, only to stop when she speaks.

“Why did you come for us?”

Turning from the door, you look over your shoulder at her,“ I owed Nick a favor.”

Her eyes narrow at you and you give a small nod before leaving out.

Neither you or Natasha would’ve guessed that would be your last conversation for the span of the next week. While you were at the tower a few times, to drop off something you’d talked about with Steve or pick up Tony before the two of you went and hung out somewhere, you hadn’t gone inside.

She wouldn’t admit it to you but Natasha had started to wonder when you’d come back. Not only does your reputation precede itself, something about your personality intrigues her more than she’d ever been before. She wanted to see you again, talk to you again.

Green eyes look through the clear blue glass, brows slightly pinched together at the sight of you and Tony hugging. Natasha debated with herself whether or not she was going to go speak to you as Steve jogged out of the front doors and over to you, sharing a handshake and a hug.

The last thing the ex-assassin expects to feel is the little flutter in her stomach when you smile brightly.

She tears her gaze away from you, frown deeper than before. Her thoughts running a mile a minute.

When a weight drops onto her shoulder she almost flinches. Grabbing the hand on her, she twists it and forces the person to stand in front of her, slamming them into the window.

“Well damn.” You curse, using your hand on the window to push yourself off the window. A chuckle falls from your lips as Natasha let’s you go.“ Guess it wasn’t a good idea to approach a trained agent without speaking.” You say jokingly, green eyes snapping down to the smile on your lips and back up.

There’s an incredibly short pause from Natasha before she channels her usually straight expression.“ What’d you want Y/Ln?”

“How bout a smile Romanoff.” When a beat passes without her expression changing you sigh.“ I want a cup of coffee. And I want you to come get one with me.”

“Come again?” Her expression cracks slightly as her eyebrows raise slightly.

You tilt your head and smile softly at her.“ You were practically shooting lasers at me through the window. Figured either you wanted to get out of the tower or you were jealous Tony and Steve were taking up all my time.” A teasing tone wraps around all your words and Natasha instantly scoffs.

“I have no reason to be jealous of Stark or Rogers.” She says and you nod.

“I figured as much. Which means you want to get out of the tower.” You nod for her to follow you.“ Cup of coffee does everyone some good.”

Natasha watches the confident stride you make towards the door, not once looking back as you just know she’s going to follow. And she does, despite her pride telling her not to.

The coffee shop isn’t too far away from the tower so you walk. Unlike your walks with Steve, it’s silent. The redhead stays two steps behind you, not saying a word as she follows.

A burst of cool air rushes past the two of you with your first step into the coffee shop to the sound of the bell jingling above you. Smiling softly at the familiar building you walk further in.

Natasha takes into account that there are no more than ten customers inside. For a New York coffee shop it was incredibly quiet and quaint.

“Love it here,” she hears you mumble as you step up to the counter.“ Hi, can I get one medium black coffee and a large iced coffee with two creams and two sugars.” The woman rings you up and you pay. Pocketing your wallet as you turn to face Natasha.

You smile at her lack of emotion. There is no reason for you to be as grumpy and blank as she is.“ I’ve been to a lot of places but here, they have the best coffee.” You tell her.

Her head tilts slightly and you purse your lips and nod. Once again it’s silent as you wait, then you grab the coffees when your name is called, turning to hand the black coffee to Natasha.

With things going the way they are, you have an internal battle on staying here or just going back to the tower. Taking one last chance, you nod to an empty table and sit down. Natasha coming over and sitting as well.

“Look, Natasha, you can’t hate me so much that we can’t even have a coffee together.” Your tone of voice is one of confusion and slight sadness.

Frowning once again at the emotions in your voice, Natasha watches you. Green, calculating eyes and a blank expression are the only signs of how hard she’s thinking right now.

With a huff of a sigh she says,“ I don’t hate you.” She admits, face finally giving way to emotion.“ I- I barely know you.”

“Well maybe we should change that.” Holding up your cup of coffee you take a sip and tell her,“ I think if you give me a chance, I might not be as bad as you think.”

Her eyes narrow and for the first time ever, you see her crack the smallest of smiles.“ We’ll see about that.”

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crazyfreckledginger · 3 years

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Jason Todd x Reader - “In The Pale Moonlight”

After a one night stand, Jason doesn’t seem to be able to get his mind off you. Desperate to get you out of his head, he hesitantly agrees to go to Wayne Enterprise with his brothers for work, as a response to scrutiny from the general public. What happens when the person he was trying to erase from his memory pops right back into his life?

Requested by anon and on Wattpad: “Can I request one where reader and one of the boys are dating but they act like they still trying to get each other so they flirt a lot and stuff even if everyone knows they’re together”/

“And other one where the reader is feeling herself and singing “Meet me in the pale moonlight” by Lana Del Rey in front of one of batboys and they’re like wow she cute and kiss the readeeeeeer (they’re dating and they’re teenagers)THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU 💕” /

“haha well I have another which was that the reader is harley and Bruce's kid and she meets batboys but jason since she knew before she left for the first time since she was away for wayne industries business meetings”

A/N: I hope you guys don’t mind that I tweaked it a little since these requests don’t have alot of depth individually!

“I’m just here for a drink.” the girl smiled politely even though she was extremely uncomfortable.

“I am too, can I have it with you?”

“Oh for crying out loud leave her alone, don’t be such a creep.” The man at the end of the counter groaned.

“Mind your business.” the creep gritted his teeth.

“Your disgusting aura is polluting my drink so it makes it my business.” (Y/N) watched as he stood up and walked towards the pair. Now that he was closer, the woman could see how attractive he was up close, stunning eyes, sharp jaw, tall and a streak of dyed white hair, “Fuck off will you?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Sorry, I forgot a world, fuck off please.” The stranger shot the man a terrifying glare and without another word, the man studded away, like a dog with its tail between his legs.

“Thank you mister, but if he laid a hand on me I would have sucker punched him.”

“Mister huh?” he smirked, sitting beside her.

“Well what’s your name then?”

“Jason, pleasure to meet you.”

****

“This is your place?” she hummed, fingers running through his soft hair as his lips trailed down her neck, pulling her legs around his hips.

“Mmh hmm,”

“You rich or something?” the woman breathed out as he sucked on her skin.

“Something like that,” he murmured, pulling away to tease her lips with his. Jason stared deeply into her eyes.

“What are you waiting for, lover boy? You brought me here.” (Y/N)’s arms hung loosely on his shoulders, occasionally touching the back of his head.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, hooking his hands under her legs and carrying her to his bedroom.

****

Glancing at her side to the soft breathing of the naked man beside her, she shuffled, stretching and yawning. What a night, she tried moving her legs but winced, what a night indeed.

“Good morning princess,” his morning voice was incredibly attractive as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“Mmh, good morning,” the woman squirmed in his grip as he nipped at her ear teasingly with his teeth, “what time is it?”

“You have someplace to be?” he murmured, hand caressing her naked hip.

“Yeah, I have work.”

“On a Saturday?”

“Self employed.”

“Nice!”

****

A month or so later, Jason was frustratedly sitting in the meeting room, chewing on his lip in boredom as Bruce brought all of them to a meeting at Wayne Enterprise for less scrutiny from the public eye.

“The person we will be working on for the new design is going to arrive soon so I need you all on your best behaviour.” He glared at all the boys.

“Yeah yeah, can we just get on with it so I can leave?” The second oldest rolled his eyes.

“Mr Wayne?” as if on queue, the person knocked on the one-way privacy film that covered every window of the room, the blurred figure waiting patiently on the other side.

With a last scolding glance to everyone, Bruce strutted over, opening the door and smiling.

“Good morning Mr Wayne.” the woman greeted with a polite smile.

Jason’s eyes widened, and stayed that way even when he made eye contact with the girl. She responded with the same reaction, but quickly regained her composure and greeted the other boys.

“Oh hey (Y/N),” Dick waved to his roommate, “you look great.” He flirted.

“...Um hey,” she greeted hesitantly, feeling a little uncomfortable with his usual ways in the professional setting.

“Shall we get down to business.” Bruce glared at his eldest son.

****

“You don’t have to act so grumpy.” Jason rolled his eyes as they finally arrived at their hotel in Europe after an excruciatingly long flight.

“I’m tired, I need sleep.” Not wanting to address the elephant in the room, especially when she was this exhausted, she scurried to the bathroom to slip into comfortable pyjamas and landed right into bed, “I’m having this conversation tomorrow, good night.”

The next day came quickly and (Y/N) opened her eyes reluctantly, wanting to melt in the comfortable double bed she was in. Discreetly, she peeked at the double bed facing her diagonally.

The woman frowned, it was empty.

“I’m right here.” the man voiced from behind her as he exited the bathroom.

“Jason!” she screeched, “what the hell! Don’t creep up on people!”

“Well don’t try to spy on people when they are sleeping!” he threw his damp towel to her.

“Ewwwww!” she grimaced.

“Chill, I was drying my hair with that.” he walked towards his bed, and she only now noticed that he was naked -- with a towel around his waist obviously. Steam was emitting from his skin as it glistened still.

With warm ears, she pulled the covers over her face, eyes peeking out discreetly.

“We’ve seen each other completely naked, I don’t see what the problem is, if you’re going to look, be shameless,” he moved his butt from left to right teasingly, “you can see this regularly if you want,” he chuckled.

With a sigh, she buried herself under the covers.

“I haven’t changed my mind Jason, I’m sorry, I’m not interested in commitment at the moment.”

She felt a weight on the bed and hesitantly took a peep out. Jason was laying on her bed, shirtless but with some underwear on.

“At least give me the benefit of the doubt for this trip.” he gave her the puppy eyes. Eying him suspiciously, she sighed.

“Alright, fine, don’t disappoint.”

****

A few months or so later into the relationship with Jason and gotten closer to his younger brothers, (Y/N) slipped on a comfortable T-shirt, watching herself in the mirror as she tidied her hair a bit and examined the hickey on her neck.

Swaying lightly from side to side to the song that was stuck in her head, she hummed softly to herself, setting out her clothes for the day.

“You don't have to give me anything

Just put your sweet kiss kiss on my lips now baby”

Walking back to the mirror, deciding on whether or not jewelry was necessary, the woman continued.

“Think about you almost all the time, all the time and-”

“I love you so much baby,” he breathed out from the other side of the room.

“Hmm?” she glanced in the mirror.

“Keep singing~”

“No,” she stuck her tongue out playfully, “are you ready?”

“Do we have to go?” Jason whined, marching up to her, slapping her ass and squeezing it before hugging her from behind, nuzzling her hair, his warm skin against her.

“Baby of course we do, we have to hide the fact that we’re together, plus they are fun, we’re all friends here.” she rubbed her butt against his hips and he bit her ear.

“No teasing,” he whispered in her ear, turning her around and pushing her against the dresser, “or else.”

“Or else?” the woman chuckled, “but seriously though,” her hands cupped his cheeks as he stared at her lips, “we can’t act like a couple, it’s unprofessional,”

“Technically I don’t work at the company,”

“And the person I’m working with is your dad.”

“Adoptive, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Just a coffee, maybe a lunch, and then we can come straight home.”

“Mmh, okay,” he pouted, holding her tightly as she kissed his lips and pulled away. “You sing beautifully, please do it more for me.” he pouted. She chuckled, shaking her head slightly in embarrassment.

“Put a shirt on and let’s get ready, I don’t want to be late!” (Y/N) ushered, “and the sooner you’re out of here, the less anxious I’ll be that your brother unexpectedly enters his own home and sees you in it.”

When they were ready, at a somewhat reasonable time, they drove there as quickly and responsibly as possible.

“Why is your hand still on my thigh?!” (Y/N) jumped once she realised he had discreetly snaked his hand back on her thigh when he was parking the car on the side of the road, in a surprising proximity. Slapping his hand away and giving him a look, the woman slipped out of the car and walked up the stairs, ringing on the bell.

Jason scurried up beside her, slapping her butt playfully before pushing the door open.

“Hey guys!” she grinned, not having the time to scold her boyfriend once again as she was greeted with welcoming smiles.

“How have you been?” Dick teased, having seen her just yesterday.

After playful banter, and not-so-playful for the brothers, over a nice hot drink, a new topic came up.

“How was the party yesterday (Y/N)?” Jason inquired, knowing fully well about it but trying to seem inconspicuous, “I hope no one stole your heart, that’s for me!” … or not.

She paused, giving him an unimpressed look, reluctant to answer “It was great, and no.”

“No what?” he smirked. Her cheeks burned, she did not like being put on the spot to lie, especially since this was incredibly unnecessary.

“No one did anything.”

“To who-”

“This is embarrassing, we know you two are a couple,” Damian nearly gagged.

“Huh?” (Y/N) turned to him, feeling her soul leave her body.

“How do you know?” Jason looked at him.

“It’s been a while.” Dick chuckled.

“We been knew 💅,” Tim rolled his eyes.

“Someone left someone’s underwear in an awkwardly obvious place when I came around… and you slapped her butt before you came in here, everyone saw it.” Dick explained, watching his brother.

“OH MY GOD, JASON!”

“I didn’t- wait, how do you know that it’s her underwear???”

The eldest’s expression fell and he blushed.

“I might have um-”

“He accidentally came in when I was packing my bag to leave for the business meeting in France okay?” the woman spluttered.

“You did WHAT?”

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Roller-coaster ↬ p.p

gif’s not mine

A/N: My take on What if Peter was in Wandavision? But with a twist ;) Beta read by my wifey @stars-aligning 🥰🥰

Warnings: canon typical voilence? mentions of death. Also the timeline doesn’t really make sense, just pretend everyone is of the same age. OH and Wandavision spoilers :)

WC: 9k (longest one shot I’ve ever written 😭)

Pairing: Peter Parker x ex!Reader

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"Ben? What's wrong? Why are you looking at her like that?"

"I- I don't. I don't know. She seems familiar."

"Familiar? Familiar how?"

"Like her and I don't belong here. Like we're from another world."

Working with Tony Stark as his intern, then head of the R&D and now working in the labs as the head of the department felt surreal, a fresh breath of air every time he looked at his desk, with his name written on it. It had been Peter’s dream to meet Tony Stark, maybe work with him too.

And then he got bit by a radioactive spider, giving him super strength, super eyesight and apparently super luck too, because though he liked to think that he was working in SI due to his intelligence, the spider bite did play a role in becoming his mentor’s favourite intern, without which he might have not had a chance to meet him hands on.

Tony kept reminding him that even if Peter had not been bit by the spider, he would have still secured a high position in Stark Industries, with his disarming intelligence that rivaled Tony’s own and charmingly trippy personality.

Peter begged to differ. But then again, he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in it’s mouth. Ever since he was a bushy haired, rosy cheeked jittery teenager, he had always worshiped the ground Tony walked on.

Peter remembers the day he got an anonymous letter, which turned out to be SHIELD's handiwork, asking him to join them in their base in New York, even if he insisted that he wasn't interested in being a superspy wannabe. He was skeptical at first, why would the most paranoid of paranoid agents send him a letter in mail? Him, twenty three years old Peter Parker, who lives in a shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn with termite issues and smokes weed like the government is going to ban tobacco and is barely able to take care of himself with the overload of work.

Maybe it was just his Parker luck, or the fact that he was a freelance vigilante who looked after New York in a skintight spandex suit, because the safety of the people was apparently second in priority to the government. They'd rather have people die than have an illegal protector.

Yeah so Peter was salty, and what about It?

Slinging his satchel higher, he saw the sleek black car in confusion, trying to get a look at the number plate before the lift binged on arrival, walking into the open door. He swore he was either hallucinating or in midst of an intense flashback of the events that lead to what people dubbed as the 'Civil War', back to when he had been shaken out of his mind watching Tony Stark eat his aunt’s homemade walnut date loaf that had more salt than sugar.

His thoughts were put to a halt when he entered his and his aunt's old apartment in Queen’s after a long week of Spidey on mission and nearly getting (illegally) fired, footsteps coming to a pit stop. It's not like it's everyday you come face to face with Agent Coulson, Nick Fury and your ex not- really- girlfriend, somehow all in one day all together.

"So… um. What are you- What are you guys doing here again?" he asked, folding his hands on his chest defensively, leaning into his aunt's side as he whispered, "how long have they been sitting here?" from the corner of his mouth.

Fury raised a non-existent eyebrow, looking at him with a dagger for eye, making Peter shift nervously. Agent Coulson looked uncomfortable and You, You looked strangely in your element, sitting on the couch with one leg over the other, a neutral expression on your face.

Back when he was still in high school, when he'd first met you, he used to be in awe of how outgoing you were, seemingly adjusting in whichever situation you were thrown in. You had always accommodated to your surroundings, but with a start he realised that he had never seen you so… You in a while.

Not during your visit to the Avengers tower, not during the first time you came into his bedroom, all alone. Not when he had seen you take down a mugger on your way home from your first date without even as much as batting an eye.

"They were here ten minutes or so before you came home. It's creepy, as if they knew you were visiting," May answered with a whisper, wearily eyeballing them before moving towards the kitchen, leaving Peter unattended to Your and Fury's piercing gazes.

"I'm sure they know my monthly schedule before I do," Peter said, turning to look at the aforementioned agents. "So... you like, work for SHIELD, too?" He asked, wringing his hands to abate the tension in them.

"Yes, she does, but that's not what we're here for, Mister Parker," Fury said in his gruff voice, sitting back with a sauve expression. Peter gulped as Agent Coulson looked him in the eye, finally noticing the thin file he held in his hands.

"Well what are you here for?" Peter asked, mustering up some confidence as he tried not to look at You or the eye that Fury had that wasn’t covered by the patch.

"We need you to come to Westview, New Jersey with us," You said, a final no nonsense undertone in your voice. He shuddered when he heard you, remembering how soft and sweet you used to be. But that was before you disappeared out of nowhere, and apparently that nowhere was with SHIELD.

"Me as in Peter Parker or Spider-Man?" he asked, looking behind his shoulder to make sure May wasn't listening. It's not like she didn't know about his… nightly whereabouts, he just wasn't comfortable with making her worry. She already had too much to deal with, with the nephew by day and vigilante by night thing he had going on.

It was also a little concerning that the three in front of him knew that he was visiting her today. He wondered if his apartment was bugged (well, more than the daily roaches and ants) or if SHIELD had been keeping an eye on him after he had denied their offer, instead opting to stay in SI.

It was probably the second one, although the first one was entirely a possibility. He was going to need to talk with Mister Stark about debugging his shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

"We need Peter Parker and his tech skills for this one," Fury said, before shoving the file in Peter's hands and crossing his own, “and my offer still stands.”

"For the last time, I'm not joining your little murderous boy band," Peter grumbled, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked at your twitching lips, as if holding in laughter. "I'm perfectly content with working with Dr. Connors in his little laboratory in SI."

Fury didn’t look convinced and opened his mouth to probably threaten Peter, when Aunt May came in with a tray of cookies. They smelled amazing, too good to be made by her, she probably brought them from Delmer’s.

“Oh- Were you…? I just thought you guys might want to eat something,” She said awkwardly, looking at Peter with pleading eyes.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, May! I would love to eat some of those, I’m famished,” You butt in, taking the tray from her with a smile.

“Um, May, you can um- you know?” Peter gestured, shifting on his legs, hoping that May would get the message before she stood for a minute too long. He didn’t like the way Nick Fury’s eye was looking at him, his tranquilizer gun suddenly visible from his leather jacket.

“Don’t be rude Pete, here May, I’ll help you get that.” You smiled, winking at him and dragging May by her arm, who was mouthing “she’s such a sweetheart” behind her shoulders.

"What if I told you that his man accidently got evicted due to some legal issues? And that now you're legally unemployed with severe financial issues that need to be looked after because the government suspects something illegal brewing?" Fury continued, looking him dead in the eye.

"Are you seriously blackmailing me? Threatening to unemploy me after all that shit you put me through with Mysterio?" Peter defended, raising a disbelieving eyebrow, watching you strutt back into the room, distracted by the sway of your hips in your mom jeans. He tried to shake the image, rolling his head to crack some tension that had built at the base of his skull.

"Mysterio was a mistake, Parker. This one is not; and we really need you for this one. Besides, remember that you're still a vigilante that hasn't signed the Accords of Sokovia."

Peter stiffened that the mention of the Accords. He thought the government was over it after the second amendment after the arrest of Thaddeus Ross, but apparently not.

"You said that last time and I almost died! My ex-girlfriend almost died, my best friend nearly died, heck half of Europe almost died because you Director Fury, apparently trust some superhero wannabe in a green and purple costume and overlook facts that could potentially harm someone. So the answer is clearly no!" he retorted, flopping the file on the table as he resisted the urge to sit on the floor flat on his back.

The three agents were looking at him with an unreadable expression, making him uncomfortable in his skin.

"Well, it's all up to you then." His voice had a finality to it, one that irked him to no end.

"Do I have a choice?" He sighed after a beat, looking at the three of you with a forlorn expression.

"Get your equipment ready, Mr. Parker. We'll be leaving for the camp tonight. You can read the details in this file." He heard Agent Coulson say (he was pretty sure his name was Phil), trying to make sense of how fast everything was going past the chronic tinnitus in his ears.

"It's Dr. Peter Parker," he muttered fruitlessly, blushing under your raised eyebrow.

***

"So, I didn't know you got a PhD. I knew you were smart, still are, considering that you're a PhD at twenty two," You said, sipping on your virgin mojito, and placing the mug in front of you.

Peter had taken you to a cafe after the confrontation, wanting to know more about your whereabouts and how he had not noticed that you were a superspy all of his high school years. You had retorted with a simple "I'm a spy, that's why,” which he found pretty badass.

"Well, yeah, I did my undergraduate and PhD together." He shrugged casually, looking out of the window to avoid looking at you.

You had always been beautiful, but somehow, you had become even more beautiful than the last time Peter saw you.

"That sounds brutal. Only you can manage that," You joked. You weren't going to admit it, but you had missed being with Peter, joking with him and watching his beautiful side profile as he blushed under your scrutinizing gaze.

"So, um. This thing, what is it about?" Peter asked, snapping you out of your daze.

"Huh? Oh it's a long story. Like really long, if this was a TV show it would take five episodes for me to explain." You gestured, dismissing his scowl. "Okay, so you remember that time when that super high security facility was broken in back in december 2019?"

"Which super high facility? There are a lot of break ins happening in high security facilities in America, and it's more than concerning, considering they're supposed to be super high security." He said, fiddling with his own drink.

"Okay, Yeah that's true. It was a S.W.O.R.D facility, and long story short, Wanda Maximoff kidnapped her corpse husband to reenact the dad-knows-best suburban lifestyle with an entire town held as her hostage." You said, looking over your shoulders to make sure no one was listening.

"Wanda stole Vision's corpse? Wait, is this about Westview? 'The Town that ceased to exist'? Is that what happened? Is this some sort of mind control thing? Cause I know she can make people believe what she wants them to..." Peter whispered, leaning in to show that he was interested. You took a moment to admire his front profile, his broken nose and dimpled chin, rosy lips and sharp cheekbones, accidently zoning out on his theories.

Leaning forward, you brought a hand up his face, pushing a stray curl behind his ears, cutting him short of his rambling.

"W-what?" He stuttered, his breath hitching, making the table shake with a wince.

"You have nice hair." You commented with a smirk, caressing his hair one more time.

"You said that in the senior's party too, and well, there's no sex happening anytime soon." He said, rolling his eyes, sitting back in his hair with his hands folded on his chest.

"I like being optimistic." You rolled your own eyes, heart beating a mile a minute at the reminder of your relationship- ex relationship with Peter, "so what were you saying about Westview? I kind of zoned out."

You watched him roll his eyes again, trying not to let your eyes wander around his biceps and the little bit of his collarbones peeking from his shirt, unbuttoned from the top, also exposing the thin chain that he always seems to be wearing. With a start you realised that it was the one you had gifted him on his eighteenth birthday.

"So this town, Westview, it just disappeared right? Behind a barrier of sorts? Is it like, coming from an energy source? Was it created by Wanda? " he asked, ever his inquisitive self.

"Yeah, apparently she's created an alternate reality, sitcom style, with the people of Westview trapped in it."

"So she's basically starring in a fanfiction alternate reality of sorts but a sitcom format? Wouldn't blame her, poor woman's been through a lot." He nodded, shifting in his seat. He could feel your eyes burning a hole in his skull, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "Are you staying in a hotel? Or a shield facility?"

"Nope," You answered, leaning back on your chair. "Am I still allowed to stay in your room? With the doors open?"

He watched you with narrowed eyes, tilting his head with a smirk, replying to you with a nod, "alright."

***

"Did you pack your mittens? The extra warm ones with a built in heater? You know you're susceptible to frost bites-"

"May! I packed my mittens." Peter murmured, ducking his head in embarrassment as he raised an eyebrow at your amused smile.

"Okay, okay, that's great. Socks? Painkillers? Extra pair of glasses?" she asked, fumbling around the room like she did whenever he went on field trips.

"Yes, May!"

"Great. Stay safe, okay?" Her eyes softened, holding his cheeks in his hand like he was a seven year old, living with them with a knowledge of death no seven year old should have. Sighing, he leant into her palm, holding his own hand encompassing her small one. Giving her a smile, he kissed her cheek. “Ti amo, May. I’ll call you once I get there, okay?”

She nodded, pulling him into her embrace, though she knew full well that he’s going to forget to call her, too excited to be in the vicinity of multiple certified geniuses and other figures of authority.

***

"Is there anything I should know about? Like anything unexpected?" Peter asked, looking at the camp in awe as the jeep pulled over makeshift gates, a bunch of soldiers surrounding them.

Peter was used to seeing the hustle and bustle of camps, considering all the missions he had gone through with the Avengers, back when Steve wasn’t retired and the newer generation of avengers hadn’t entered.

“Your blood’s radioactive, right?” You asked, turning to face him with a smile.

“Yeah. Why? Is that relevant?” he replied, raising an eyebrow as he saw someone carrying his bags before he could protest.

“Well, Dr. Lewis found out about this hexagonal anomaly, no one really knows what it is, but the source seems to be emitting huge amounts of radiations,” You said, getting off the jeep, pulling Peter out with you. Walking towards the crowded camp, you came face to face with the tent where everything was set up.

“Doctor Darcy Lewis?” Peter said, looking at the place in awe. It wasn’t extravagant, but the technology surrounding the tent, the vans and what seemed to be a broadcasting antenna were all way beyond the regular one used in tech companies, which is funny, considering he’s been working with Mr. Stark his whole teenage life.

“Yup, that’s her, nerd.”

“So, what exactly is this Hexagon? Is it, like, a barrier of sorts? Can everyone go in?” He asked, looking around with glinting eyes, lips twitching in a smirk as he saw the barrier in question. His super hearing caught the static sound it emitted, wincing at the sharp noises. His boots crunched under the snow as he felt the thing pull him towards it, your voice muffled by the noises of the hex.

It was something he had never seen before, like the static of a TV with a lost signal, glowing red in places as if reaching out to him. His senses seemed dull, the world greying around the way it had before he was bit by the radioactive spider. The spider bite had enhanced his vision in a way that he saw colours not visible to the human eye, a technicolour wonder that even Bruce couldn’t solve.

He felt a tug, looking down at his shoes, wondering if he had just imagined it.

“Mom and dad have been, not fighting, just like different.”

He swore he felt a white light flash in front of him, his spidey sense buzzing at the base of his skull, tingling all the way to his spine as he straightened up to dissipate the feeling, shifting awkwardly.

“Only Captain Rambeau has gone in and come back intact so far. It’s emitting a colossal amount of cosmic microwave background radiation, also known as CMBR, and once you get into it, your mind doesn’t really stay your own, so no one has volunteered other than her. Everyone knows the risk,” You said, startling him, a sharp contrast to the voices that seemed to have suddenly accumulated in his brain.

“If you’re going to break the sound barrier, please just take your brother with you!”

‘Sound barrier?’ he thought, looking back at the hex as it flashed red, the tug strong enough to make him stumble in his place. You looked at him weirdly, asking if he was okay, but he wasn’t listening, turning to ask you what the red flash meant, distortion evident in the barrier.

“Captain Rambeau? The daughter of the director of SWORD?” he asked instead.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Damn.” He sighed, running a gloved hand through his hair, and dragging it down his face.

Walking inside the tent, Peter was hit with a face full of cold air, and the hundreds of monitors nearly gave him a sensory overload. The people running around didn’t help, either. “Where do I keep this?” He asked, pointing to his bag full of equipment that Fury had asked for.

“You can set up over here, newbie,” A new voice said chirpily. Turning around, he came face to face with the Darcy Lewis, eyes widening as he took in her smiley presence, another human who he didn't recognise standing behind her. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself! I’m Doctor D-”

“Darcy Lewis, I know- I’m a fan!”

“Aw look at you, you have a fanboy at your hand,” Captain Monica Rambeau said, strutting in and keeping a hand on her shoulder, confidence radiating off of her every pore.

"And… You are?" he asked awkwardly, looking pointedly at the FBI agent. He saw Darcy hide a snicker behind her hand, patting his shoulder and shoving him forward.

The man fell forward, steadying himself on the table before he flicked a card seemingly out of nowhere. "Agent Jimmy Woo, FBI,” he said proudly, a smile on his cute little baby face. Peter was left staring in awe, wondering how he had done that.

"Wait, can you do that again? How did you do that?!"

"It's cool, isn't it? I could teach you if you want."

"Yes, of course, but how did you do it? It appeared out of nowhere and if you take in consideration the law of conservation of mass, it can neither be created nor be destroyed and it just seemed to have accumulated-"

"It's a trick of illusion. You see, when I opened my palms, I-"

"Peter, let's set things up shall we?" You interrupted their session, a smirk on yours and the other women's faces, shaking your head.

Ditching the bag on the counter, he nodded, willing his heart to stop beating out of his chest. This was the coolest thing that had ever happened to him next to Tony Stark sitting on his aunt’s old futon. And the magic trick.

“This is the coolest day of my life,” he whispered, shrugging when you chuckled at his excitement. “Ned’s going to freak out.”

“Wait until you see the schematics and control panels.” You smirked, making him raise an eyebrow as he blushed, the flush apparent from his neck to his ear. The others scattered just as he finished setting his station up, fidgeting with the radio, when the voice of Hayward boomed across the cubicle.

“Ah, Mister Parker!” he says, a faux smile on his face as he looks at the station, making Peter shift uncomfortably. The weird tingling of his spidey-sense came up again, his hand automatically reaching there to scratch at the itch.

“Here we go again,” Darcy muttered, patting Peter’s back, her eye roll loud enough for him to glance at her.

“It- It’s doctor,” he muttered, hearing a “he gets me” from Darcy.

“Very well, Doctor Parker it is, then. I’m Hayward, welcome to SWORD.”

“SWORD? I thought this was a SHIELD thing?”

“...Fury didn’t brief you?”

“He did! He was just very vague, hence why I’m asking. What exactly have I been called here for?”

The silence that took over was palpable, with you shifting awkwardly as Hayward eyeballed them all, looking at the five of them morosely before saying, “Brief him Monica,” and leaving.

“God, is every higher official such a dick here?” Peter grumbled, watching him retreat, shaking his head as he threw the ball of paper he hadn’t noticed he had been fidgeting with.

“See? He agrees, I like him.” Darcy nodded, pulling him with her towards the briefing table.

“This all started when the town of Westview disappeared after the second blip,” Monica said, pulling up holographs that showed the image of people reappearing from the snap, his breathing increasing in pace as he remembered vaguely of his own reappearance.

The whole situation was fucked up. After stealing Vision’s corpse, Wanda had basically resurrected him, holding and controlling thousands of people, an entire fucking town. Looking at the list of all the missing people, his eyes zeroed on to one particular face. He racked his memory to remember who exactly it was, mouth hanging open when he realised who exactly she was.

“Is that… is that Agatha Harkness?” Peter said, pointing at the woman who had no name written under her photograph.

“You know her real name?” Darcy asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he nodded, wringing his hands around.

“Yeah, Wanda told me about her, she’s the witch from the Salem trials!”

“How is she significant to the plot, though?”

“She... she mentored Wanda, before she went to the dark side."

In the time he knew Wanda, she had been the sweetest person ever. She was like an older sister he didn’t know he needed, empathising with him on a cosmic level. They had come close before the events of Thanos happened. She was his person, and they shared a lot of secrets, this one being one of them.

“That’s one connection to her. What about the others? She keeps telling Vision that she doesn’t know what’s happening, but when the drone strike happened, she looked straight at the camera, like she knew,” Monica intervened.

“He tried to deploy a drone strike? In front of her children, after knowing very well that she saw her parents die in the Sokovian attack when she was ten? Is he fucking insane?!” Peter seethed, nearly crashing his fist on the table hard enough for cracks to appear on it.

“Peter, hey, calm down! You breaking things is not going to make the situation any better, okay? He already tried to chuck us out of this, you don’t go around breaking things now!” You said, holding him still as his body shook. You had never seen him this angry, and frankly, you would never want to see it again.

Peter was a sweet person, respecting people’s boundaries and always so understanding. He was the embodiment of good, even after living a fucked up life, he never projected his trauma on the other. He wore his emotions on his sleeves, and your heart clenched every single time, seeing him in pain.

"Listen, that's my sister in there, and she has no idea what she's doing. She needs our help and I'll do anything to help that woman and if you guys even think of hurting her I will make sure each of you regret it," Peter hissed, staring daggers at the silent team members of the room.

“Is there any way to reach there?” he asked, more softly than before. Darcy exchanged a look with Agent Woo and Monica, opening her mouth before knowing better and shutting it. “What?! Is there a way to communicate with her?”

“Follow us,” the brown woman said, breathing deeply as she looked at the other two silently.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked, fidgeting with your fingers. He hadn't noticed himself holding your hands, your lips twitching when you realised he had done that unconsciously.

“Trust me, I don’t know half the things these ladies do,” Woo whispered, and Peter nodded along seriously.

“Whoa, I feel like there’s a secret underground base here! Is there a secret underground base?”

“Well, it’s not underground, and not really a secret anymore,” Captain Rambeau said, unravelling a curtain, revealing a small space with a million monitors and a wooden desk littered with laptops and too many empty coffee cups.

“This is so cool,” You whispered, watching in awe as Dracy lit up the screens, revealing various codes and stuff you didn’t really understand. Peter was already invested, babbling about codes and addresses and hidden files within hidden files, things that flew over your head at the speed of Darcy’s fingers on the keypad.

Leaning on the table with one hand, Your eye caught a flat round metal looking thing on the ground, picking it up and tracing it with your fingers. “Is this… a bullet?!”

“Yeah, it was hit on that suit, which turns out to be 87% kevlar. That happened when Captain shot at it,” Jimmy answered, giving you a smile as you dropped your jaw.

“She went in wearing a bulletproof vest right? Wanda just… manifested a dress made of kevlar?” You wondered, your words interrupted by Peter’s yelp.

“So, remember how Director Douchebag ordered a drone strike on Wanda?” she said, contemplating her words next as everyone turned towards her. “Turns out he’s been planning something else.”

“What’s that?” Jimmy asked, pointing at the screen, which displayed two boxes full of what seemed like cells.

“That’s Monica’s blood work, he’s been tracking it the whole time. The first time you travelled to the hex? It changed your cellular structure on a molecular level, twice.” She said.

A sombre expression took over the older woman’s face, pursing her lips. “He thinks I’m gaining powers.” Monica nodded.

“I may not be a genetic engineer, but from what I’m seeing here, he’s most likely right,” Peter interrupted, a silence taking over everyone. “He’s keeping track of the enhanced, if I’m not wrong.”

Shaking his head, he clenched his eyes when he heard another voice. You watched him weirdly, reaching to ask him if he was okay, before retracting your hand.

“Chill out sis, it’s not like you can kill your dead husband twice.”

“You’re right. He’s been tracking everyone who’s enhanced, including Vision.” Dracy said, typing something on the screen to show you the map of Westview, pulsing red and blue dots appearing in your sight.

“Do you know what his endgame is?”

“Yeah. Rebooting Vision.”

Peter inhaled sharply, trying not to let his face show the anger inside him as he looked at Monica with wide eyes, both of them looking at each other dangerously, both of them realising same thing.

“Then, I’m going in. Someone needs to tell her,” he said, looking at the others for affirmation.

You took a step back, gulping in anticipation of his words. Reaching out with a hand, you stared at him, hoping he wouldn't lash out. "Peter, you have to know, the hex is a dangerous place. You won't even remember who you are so there’s no point in you going in. You won’t be able to convince her to magically leave her hostages, she’ll just see you as an outsider and throw you out-"

"Captain Rambeau went in and she was able to get out!" he argued.

"Peter, I was tossed out because she saw me as a threat. She might not do that to you but going in that thing is dangerous, especially with your mutations-"

"I don't give a fuck about my mutation! You of all people should know how it feels like to lose family, Monica," Peter said, looking at her. The fire in his eyes spoke volumes. No one dared to intervene.

"Peter, your mutation could potentially kill you. You know the risks of going past the barrier due to your enhancements. The radiations are altering DNA to a molecular level, your cells-”

"-are already metastasizing! My spider DNA is going to get me killed some day because my body won’t be able to handle it anymore, so I don't care, I'm going and that's final." He nodded, puffing his chest to show that he wasn't going to step down.

"Fine, I'll come with you then," You said, looking at him as you said that. A lump formed in your throat as you realised that he was so willing to sacrifice himself, and blood pumped in your veins as determination set in along with a rush of adrenaline.

"Do as you please." He shrugged, pursing his lips, but his eyes were a different story. You felt sick, insides tearing themselves up as you took a good look at him and his pallor, the artificial lights illuminating the scar tissues on his face. Ones that you knew were inflicted by his years of being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

***

“Maximoff is never gonna negotiate with us,” Hayward said, circling the table as Monica looked at him with disbelief in her expression. “We’ll need all the guns we have here to stop her.”

“We can’t outgun her, but what we can do is try and talk her out of this. Antagonising her is only making things worse. If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution!” Monica argued, looking forward.

“She’s already killed thousands during the Sokovian attack. How do you guarantee that she won’t kill another person she finds threatening?!”

“She was guilty about it. It wasn’t her fault, do not bring that into this.”

“Yeah? Well, the guilt isn’t going to bring back the dead children is it?”

"The dead children aren't coming back, but those people trapped in Westview? They can, if you fucking let us!"

"Fine. But someone will be monitoring you."

Negotiations with your boss and commanding team of SWORD concerning the ship was a tough feat. you had finally convinced them to let you and Peter go across the border, but Darcy and Monica were to be on the radio in case everything went amiss.

Sitting in the (illegally acquired) van, you watched Jimmy, who was trying to teach Peter the card trick, invested in the trick yourself. Leaning forward to get a better view, you tried not to let the rush of blood in your cheeks get to you at the close proximity with Peter, heart pounding with every step you took closer to the hex.

“I did it! I finally did it, Y/N, look!” Peter said, showing you the trick, smiling at his childlike enthusiasm.

“That’s great! You should show it to Morgan, she’ll like it.”

“How do you know about Morgan?”

“I know everything.”

You may have been bluffing, but he seemed to have caught on your cue, the awkward tension reappearing as he shifted in his seat, twisting and turning and going back to the magic trick. You tried not to smile, but your mouth never did coordinate with your brain.

“We’re here,” the driver said, parking the van.

“Okay let’s go through this again: Captain Rambeau and Dr. Lewis will be on the radio while you try and get in, stay near a radio as much as you can so we can try and communicate, and do not try to meddle with Wanda,” Jimmy said, going over your checklist.

You were skeptical of the plan, thinking about how successful your mission was going to be, considering how powerful she had become in her own little sitcom. You had heard of her expanding the borders just after you had started driving near it.

“You ready?” Peter asked, taking your hand as you nodded, and wrapped your fingers around his knuckles, before taking a deep breath.

“I’m ready.” You nodded, looking over your shoulders to see the FBI agent giving you a thumbs up, muttering something into the comms. Looking back at Peter, you felt dizzy with the buzzing anxiety, the pull of the barrier strong.

Stepping close to it, you felt electricity buzz in your veins, shuddering at the chilling sensation and sudden exposure to stimuli, your gut twisting the more your hand went in the hexagonal anomaly. You swore you felt your physical being tear apart, your life flashing in front of you in a white hot light, your brain was practically mush with how much force you needed just to get in.

"I thought we would be able to get in easily!" Peter shouts, his screams echoing in your eardrums, mixed with your own screams.

"She's becoming more powerful the longer she stays inside, and so is the hex," You replied, gasping for a breath as you tried to move forward.

With a final scream, you closed your eyes at the static sound bombarded your ears, you couldn't fathom how loud it must be for Peter, sending a look towards him. His eyes were scrunched, hands curled around his head and ears to stop the sound. Before you could comment on his state, your own vision doubled, bright green and magenta lights appearing out of nowhere, the coiling of your gut intensifying, and before you knew it, the strong force pulled you inside, throwing you off on the hard concrete of the road, and everything went dark.

***

“I’m okay. I’m okay. Everything is alright,” Wanda said, repeating the phrase like a mantra as she sat on the couch.

She repeated the phrase like clockwork, just like being a mom to two half synthezoid pre-teens and the gatekeeper of Westview. Snapping out of her daze, she felt something in her brain stir, realising with a start that something had been messing with the barrier-- or, rather, someone.

Closing her eyes, she willed her powers, similar to the ones Tommy had, to look past the barrier, opening her eyes with a flash when she saw a familiar face.

“Peter,” she muttered, the brown eyed boy who she had come to think of as a brother materialising in front of her, dropping on the carpet with a thud as his unconscious form fell on top of Yours. Wanda remembered you from all the stories Peter had told her about.

Crouching down, she reached out to touch you both. Her eyes glowing red as she held a finger to your and his forehead, scrunching her eyelids as she navigated both of your heads.

A lonely young girl was seen sitting on a rock, the wind blowing wisps of her dark hair along with her dress. Suddenly, the noise of clucking of horseshoes could be heard, a woman coming into view as she got off her horse.

“Feeling lonely and afraid at the middle of the night when you’re a young and beautiful teenage girl?” the woman in the cowgirl shoes said, holding her hip as the girl nodded. “Well, don’t worry, every young girl must have a sword at her disposal!”

“A sword?” the young girl asked, tilting her head as she took the object in her hand.

“Yes, a s.w.o.r.d, my dear. Fear not, for the sword will protect you from all the hexes around you.”

The girl smiled, looking at the camera with the cowgirl’s hands on her shoulder. “A sword to protect the young!”

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“What are you two doing here and not at school?” Wanda chortled, startling the two who were now very much conscious. The boy moved, fisting his eyes, and he curled his hands to stretch the kinks that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, the varsity jacket scrunching underneath his fists.

“Babe?” the boy groaned, messing up his hair, looking at the general direction of the girl.

Putting on a smile, Wanda folded her arms, biting her lips at how adorable the two of you were.

“Ben? Is that you?” the girl asked, looking at her disheveled frock with a confused expression, finally noticed the woman standing in front of her. “Oh my god, babe, I swear we were at the bleachers not long ago. Did you manifest teleportation powers now?”

“Miss Maximoff! You’re Billy and Tommy’s mom! Babe, we’re in Billy and Tommy’s house!” The guy, Ben said, his voice rising up an octave as he looked at his surroundings.

He couldn't remember much about the Maximoffs, except that his neighbours talk about the weird mom and dad almost everyday in the gossip sessions. Whatever, he wasn't interested in them.

"She turned them into teenagers."

"Well there goes our plan. Do we still have back up ready?"

“That’s right, kids. Now, what were you two naughty children doing out of school?” Wanda asked, helping the two kids get up as the boy blushed, stuttering an apology.

“We- we weren’t ditching, I swear, Miss Maximoff! We were just-”

"-Doing homework! Because… because Ben's a nerd and he doesn't like that he gets behind because of the baseball team!" the girl said, stuttering as Ben nodded along with her.

“Yeah! We weren't making out or anything! Even if we're totally dating."

Their relationship wasn't exactly your normal relationship. It was more of a… mutually beneficial relationship.

Well, so far they had the entire town fooled, having them all think that a guy such as Benjamin Fitzpatrick would ever date a girl like her, who liked her books more than her siblings.

"Hmm, well, thankfully, I'm a cool mom and I will not tell your parents about this… thing. Whatever it was. Anyone want cheesecake?" Wanda smiled, clapping her hands once as she looked at the two teenagers.

Ben's stomach growled at the thought of food. "You don't have to do it, Miss Maximoff, but I would love some," he said, sheepishly looking at the ground, and wincing at another growl.

Wanda chuckled, patting the boys back kindly. "Oh honey, it's alright. Come on, don't be shy, the both of you!" she said, looking over her shoulder and saying, "and it's just Wanda! Miss Maximoff makes me feel old, you know."

They followed her to the kitchen, taking in the interior of the house. Ben's eyes caught something from the corner, it was almost as if it was… flickering? Shaking his head, he dug his fingers in his eyes, wondering if he was still feeling the effects of the time he had hit his head during the baseball practice.

"You okay?" the girl asked, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"Yeah, probably the aftereffects of a concussion." He nodded, burrowing his brows in confusion.

"Hmm, should probably get that thick little noggin of yours checked by the nurse." She snickered, hitting his shoulders playfully. Her heart was beating fast, he noted, wondering how he could hear it so clearly. The thought that he would have to leave her after she gets a date for prom made him sad.

They may be faking their relationship, but he had caught on very fast and realised that he wanted it to be real. As real as the town of Westview.

Wait, what?

"You know we don't have to pretend anymore, right?" Ben said, looking at the girl as she came to a halt. Miss Maximoff was nowhere in sight, the house eerily silent with her heartbeat echoing in his ears.

"This is the best ship SWORD could ever make."

The awkward silence was interrupted by the opening of the front door, a loud jingle as Agnes came strutting in, a big smile on her face. It made Ben's neck sting weirdly, slapping his hand at the base to nullify the feeling.

"Hello, children! What are you doing, skipping school like the little troublemakers you are?" She grinned, pinching each of their cheeks as her voice took a baby-like tone to it. Ben took a step back, grimacing as she continued pinching his cheeks.

"Um, we weren't- we have no idea actually-"

"Agnes! Oh, what great timing! Were you here for Billy and Tommy?" Wanda came in, a plate full of cheesecake and crackers in her hand.

"Oh, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda! Your little troublemakers are already in my house, or did you forget?" She chuckled, the sound of her laughter taking a higher pitch.

Wanda furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something, before closing it, a grin taking over. "Right. Yeah, of course! They really love it there with you, huh?"

"That's right, everybody loves Auntie Agnes!"

Ben looked at his girlfriend again, feeling strangely out of place between the two women.

"Um, Miss Ma- Wanda? C-Can we go now? I feel like-"

"Oh, Ben, don't be ridiculous! Why don't you sit down and take a breather? You look pale, hon." Wanda smiled, setting down the plate and ushering the two kids on the table, both of whom looked at the table with hunger in their eyes. Well, it had been long since lunch break.

"Thank you for the cheesecake Mi- uh, Wanda, we appreciate it," the girl said, promptly digging in after the affirmation.

***

Vision knew something was wrong the moment Agnes showed signs of knowing what was going on. The first time it happened, he was sure his paranoid wife would do something, but she had continued to act as if nothing was wrong with Agnes' behaviour.

Walking down the road in his ridiculous costume, he nearly sighed in resignation, before he realised that he wasn't capable of such human actions.

One more thing that perplexed him to no end was his strangely human behaviour. It was as if someone was forcing him to act more human, some weird force that was so unlike Wanda's warm presence, something more foreign and way out of his realm (like the gum incident. He sure did remember Wanda chastising him for doing this atrocity, surely she couldn't have been the one controlling him? Right?).

His mechanical heart ached for his wife. She had gone through a lot, from what he had read from her thoughts; losing a brother (twice, if the absence of Pietro was anything but a confirmation), and then him (it didn't bother him much. He was a synthezoid, there was entirely a possibility that he could be revived).

He just really missed her, he realised. Their relationship had been strained ever since the boys were born. He didn't blame the drift on his boys, of course. He loved them to no end, would sacrifice himself for them, but he couldn't help but notice the change it brought in Wanda.

The arrival of Pietro 2.0 didn't help either.

His thoughts were interrupted as his feet halted their movements, and with a snap he realised that he had somehow made it to Ellis avenue, the border's static buzzing through his entire being.

"You look lost, buddy," a strange man said.

Looking at the man, Vision tilted his head, looking through the database of Westview to see that the man seemed to be nowhere in the records. How had he made it here?

"I- I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked, leaning against the car door to peer inside, the man sitting rigid. It was only then did he realise that the man's eyes seemed… glazed, almost like he wasn't aware. Looking back at the barrier, Vision gaped at the view in front of him.

The man's car was half inside and half outside the barrier, the slow moving particles seemed to be disintegrating the vehicle, watching in awe as sparks flew the closer the barrier came to the man.

"Listen, you have to get out of here before that thing destroys you." Vision tried shaking the man, but to no avail. His attempts were in vain as the man simply grunted. "Listen! Can you hear me? What's happening? Why is the barrier moving?"

He tried opening the door, but it was shut firmly. Groaning, he punched the door, nearly falling to catch the falling man, who was mumbling some incoherent mumbo jumbo.

"Wanda, what are you up to...?" Vision muttered to himself, realising with a start that the barrier was expanding and the man had come from outside the barrier.

Looking at the muttering man, he quickly moved them both away from the barrier, propping him up against the grass.

"I'm sorry," Vision said, his hands gliding yellow as he touched the man's forehead, his own circuits being bombarded with incoherent noises.

"Oh god! I'm sorry, please save me! Please, this hurts, this- you- you're the Vision!" the man screamed.

"Yes, I'm the Vision! Now, can you stay still? I'm trying to help you!"

"-Please! She's in my head!"

His hands lit up again, the yellow light smothering the man's forehead as he went still again, as Vision retracted his hands regretfully. Opting to leave the man there, he stood up again, startling once again that day when he heard a shrill cry, the body of… Geraldine? Appearing out of the barrier. Shaking his head, he was convinced that he was hallucinating, if that was even possible for a droid, and turned around to walk back home.

(Agatha gave a satisfied chuckle, purple sparks erupting from her fingers as she turned back to Wanda, pretending that that didn't just happen.)

***

"Do you think our school is a little… solitary?" Ben asked, inhaling a puff of smoke from the blunt in his hands. His girlfriend and him were sitting on the rooftop of Westview high, their feet swinging against the edge as she clutched at Pe- Ben for dear life.

Peter? Who was that?

"Did you see that?? Peter was right, that was Agatha Harkness and she's been the one manipulating the people, it never was Wanda! It was meant to be a plot twist, but I totally predicted it."

"Um…"

"What? I'm invested."

Peter?

Y/n? Can you hear me? Please say yes if you can hear me.

She noticed the static sound of the radio speaking to someone. The static noise increased, and Ben didn't seem to have noticed the small portable radio malfunctioning. Shrugging it off, she went back to passing the blunt from her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. The word ignited a flame in her chest. Ben, who she faked her dates with once upon a time, now was her actual, real boyfriend, who she was ditching homework to smoke a blunt with, uncaring of her nearing curfew. Her parents would have her head if she found out.

"Do you hear that?" She asked, exhaling the stale air from her lungs. She knew it was more of the deep breathing than the weed, but it made her feel serene.

"I've been hearing a lot of things lately." He croaked, clearing his throat, sniffing the air as he leaned back, his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp. His glasses were sliding off his face. She reached to push them back up, smiling at the flush of his face.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, slipping her fingers through his, rubbing a hand on his back. His life had been difficult, she knew about him being an orphan, but she didn't know he was having a hard time with life at the very moment, her heart aching for the poor boy.

"I don't know, I keep hearing these voices in my head. Children screaming, people crying, and this… this buzz at my neck, I can't ignore it anymore! I feel like I'm going insane and I can't keep them quiet! I've tried, but it's like they're trying to communicate with me."

Her eyes softened, hands running through his thick, straight hair as he leaned his head on her shoulder. Suddenly, the height at which they were sitting on didn't matter, she had him in her arms.

"He broke the fourth wall. He's been hearing things, just like Billy."

Wiping away his tears, she kissed his forehead, rubbing her hands gently on his back.

"It's gonna be okay. You're okay, they'll go away soon." She reassured, folding her legs to get up, and pulling him up with her. "It's getting late, and mom will have my head if I'm later than curfew."

"You've broken curfew before." He chuckled, stepping closer to Her, his hands on her hips.

Moving forward, she enclosed her hands around his shoulders, intertwining her fingers at the nape of his neck. Standing on her highest tip toes, she crashed her lips into his, their bodies swaying with the cold wind.

"Awww, they're so cute! Exes to lovers, I like it."

"I agree. Didn't see the fake dating coming though."

"Right?! Wanda should start a production company."

"If Agnes lets these people go."

***

Meanwhile, Monica had managed to find an abandoned shack in the backyard of Wanda's neighbour's house, her body buzzing with a familiar tension.

Opening the shack, she saw the trails of purple, vein like thing running their tracks until they reached somewhere she couldn't see. She didn't notice another person creeping up on her, too busy looking at the trails.

"Snoopers gonna snoop," the voice said, making her jump out of her skin, and keeping a hand on her heaving chest to stop her from hyperventilating.

"Pietro?!" She startled, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. The neighbourhood was eerily silent, leaning against the wall, before deciding against it and squared her shoulders, looking at the man in front of her.

"Yeah, that's me. But who are you? And what are you doing in Margie's backyard?" he asked defensively. She would have found the expression comical if it wasn't for her racing heart and adrenaline filled brain.

"I could ask you the same thing," she said, folding her arms to show a defensive stance.

"I'm here because… I live here?" he muttered, borrowing his brows as his eyes glazed over again, "Yeah, wait, no... I live with my sister! Who lives two houses from here! What am I doing here?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"God, this is so weird. First Wanda was being weird, now I am."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

***

Billy was afraid. He knew that he should be stronger and braver, if not for himself, then for Tommy. His momma always told him that the only thing to fear was fear itself, and he didn't know what that meant, but he knew that he had to be braver to get back to his mom and dad.

"Billy, I'm scared," Tommy whimpered. "I'm hearing voices again."

"It's gonna be okay, Mom and Dad will be here soon," he reassured, just as scared as his brother. They were only twelve minutes apart, but he still felt a responsibility for him.

Mom said that they both reminded of her own brother- Uncle Pietro.

Hearing the door open, he felt a chill crawl up his spine.

"She's here! Billy, she's here!"

"I know! I know! Shh!"

Her footsteps came closer, the cackling of her laughter making his heart pound. His brother buried himself in his shoulders, both of them huddled next to each other, as if the inevitable could be avoided.

"How are my best boys doing?" Agnes' shrill voice rang, making Billy breathe faster.

"We want Mommy," Tommy whimpered, sounding as small as Billy felt.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, that's not happening anytime soon." She tsked, sounding as apologetic as the villains in the action movies his mom forbade him from watching.

"Why's that?" Billy asked, squaring his shoulders as much as he could.

"You didn't hear? Mommy's dead."

And his world crashed, his brain crowding with darkness.

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