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darylspissslit · 1 year

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Yay so I finished a fic that I kinda abandoned. I started it going in one direction and then switched like halfway through. There was also weeks in between writing because I started this in September. I did go back through a few times and change some stuff so hopefully that helped with the mess.

Also I try to keep y/n descriptions to a minimum so they can be inclusive to race and gender but this story is not. They are feminine, fat, and have short curly hair so I'm sorry for that. Its all easy to ignore though so hopefully everyone can still enjoy it ☺️

This is part of the Norman Whores Discord Prompt Challenge. Shout out to @theteasetwrites for making such a fun community 💖 Unfortunately this is a few months past due sorry.

September 2022 Prompt: “I don’t like them all looking at you.” “Remember, you’re the only one who can look at me all night long.”

Word Count- 2,033

A wedding in the middle of the apocalypse. Friends and family gathering, beautiful dresses, music, food, and even a wedding cake complete with bride and groom atop the smooth white icing. It was a beautiful site to see. Nothing you thought you would ever see again, everything seemed normal within the protective cold steel of the walls.

Maggie and Glenn were getting married. Sure they were already married back at the prison, but being in Alexandria gave them the opportunity to have a wedding. Was it impractical to have a wedding at the end of the world? Yes. Was it a poor use of people and resources to go out and raid bridal shops for dresses? Yes, yes it was. But it was okay because today Alexandria was going to be filled with smiles and love.

You looked in the mirror and smiled. Your hair was done properly for the first time since the apocalypse started. Your hair was short and curly only reaching the bottom of your ears so there wasn’t much you could do with it but you had the sides twisted and pinned back with sparkly hair pins leaving the rest of your hair down.

Smoothing your hands down your dress you smiled even wider. You were wearing a silky light green dress. It had thin straps and the chest was rather revealing. The dress stopping at the knees. The smooth tight fabric accentuated your stomach perfectly. What looked like a simple dress when lying on the bed, on you it looked like the gods took your body and dipped it in silk.

“Woah” you heard lowly behind you. Turning around you saw Rosita standing in the doorway. She was wearing a dark blue sparkly strapless dress down to her knees. “Woah yourself” you said back smiling. “We look hot” she said walking up to the mirror to check herself out. You let out a light giggle and nod “hell yeah we do” you said turning around to check yourself out too.

Your group gathered outside as everyone was getting ready. Michonne was adjusting Ricks tie while laughing at some story he told. Abraham and Sasha sat on the steps of the house talking about their last experiences at a wedding. You and Rosita sat on the porch swing talking about how excited y’all were to dance later.

You looked up as the front door opened, Daryl walking out onto the porch you smiled wide. A dark grey button up a nice contrast to his usual all black wardrobe, with black dress pants, with shiny black dress shoes to match. He looked over to you sitting on the porch swing. His eyes first meeting your face with a big lopsided grin. His eyes trailing from your face down your chest his smile gently fading and biting his lip as his eyes continued down to your thick thighs wrapped in the silky fabric of your dress, his eyes continuing down to your bare legs all the way to your crossed ankles and back up your body to meet your eyes.

You looked back over to Rosita and excused yourself. Standing up and walking over to Daryl you ran your hand down his arm “well don’t you look handsome” you said in sultry tone lacing your fingers together. He smiled and looked down trying to hide the blush quickly spreading, scuffing the toe of his shiny shoe on the porch.

“You look amazing” he replied kissing the back of your hand.

You walked down the steps with Daryl following the rest of the group to gather at the chairs neatly placed in rows lining a walkway to the gazebo. White lace ribbons and fake white and yellow flowers embellished the back and legs of the chairs. Leading up to the gazebo more flowers were scattered along the ground. The gazebo was decorated with white and yellow ribbon and flowers matching the chairs. Streamers with paper doves hung from the ceiling.

Before long family and friends sat chatting amongst themselves. Glenn, Maggie and the group stood under the gazebo. The group paired up and split on either sides of the bride and groom. Hand written vows were shared with a cheesy poem Glenn wrote for Maggie. Glancing over you even saw a tear roll down Daryl’s cheek. “You may now kiss the bride!” Gabriel exclaimed as Glenn and Maggie went in for a giggly kiss. Holding hands as they walked back down the isle. Hugging people along the way as people threw flower petals over them.

Music played through the house as people danced and talked. Plenty of homemade wine and moonshine passed around in place of champagne. Maggie and Glenn embraced as they danced. Maggie’s head resting on Glenn’s shoulder they swayed side to side. Michonne and Rick slow dancing behind them Michonnes bright smile never fading.

You left Daryl on the sofa to retrieve both of you a refill. Standing at the counter pouring some peach wine in the glasses you heard footsteps approach. “looking good” you heard sam the local douchebag behind you.

Choosing to ignore him you poured the second glass as he leaned on the counter next to you. “why isn’t your boyfriend getting your drink?” He asked in a smug tone.

You rolled your eyes and sighed “because I can do it myself” you replied.

“well you’d never have to lift a finger if you were with me” he said as he reached out to touch your arm.

You moved your arm away quickly and looked at him eyes narrow “well here’s one finger I wanna lift” you said as you raised your middle finger and picked up the glasses just as Daryl walked in.

“Everything alright?” Daryl asked walking over to you and wrapping his arm around your waist protectively as he eyed the guy. “yeah I was just about to bring you this” you replied handing him his drink. Sam rolled his eyes as he stormed out of the kitchen. You turned to Daryl and smiled “you alright?” he asked again looking at you. You nodded and smiled “he’s just being a dick again” you said nonchalant grabbing his hand and leading him back to the main room.

You stood with Daryl and a few people talking about how great the day turned out and sharing new decorating ideas for future celebrations. During the conversation Daryl’s arm slipped around your waist. You smiled and continued talking. After a few minutes you noticed Daryl had slowly inched his way behind you towering over you like a lighthouse on a cliff. You looked up at him and noticed he was staring over at a group of guys drinking across from you. You looked back at the person that was talking and continued the conversation. Daryl still standing behind you squeezing your side every once in a while. “Excuse us” he said in a gruff tone gently tugging your hand with him making your way through the house.

You grabbed his arm stopping him on the porch. “What’s wrong?” you asked looking up at him confused. “Nothin” he shrugged grabbing his smokes from his back pocket. You grabbed the matches from one hand while he put the cigarette to his lips. Striking the match and bringing it to his hand rolled cigarette he looked at the flame and then to your eyes as he lit the smoke. You blew the match out and tossed it on the sidewalk. Leaning against the railing of the porch you watched Daryl quietly smoke. “So you pulled us away from the party for a smoke break?” you asked crossing your arms. He gave a small shrug as he took a drag. Daryl took a few more puffs and shifted nervously “I don’t like them all looking at you” he spoke breaking the silence. You furrowed your brow and looked at him with a small frown “what do you mean?” you asked as you reached out to gently rest your hands on his arms. “Everyone. They all look at ya like you’re the most beautiful person in the room. And ya are” he said almost ashamed of being jealous.

He wanted to leave. He didn’t like the group of guys staring at you like you were the last drop of water in a drought. Daryl knew you were beautiful, probably the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. He was scared of losing you. It took an apocalypse killing off half the population just for him to find someone who cared about him and, it took most of the apocalypse for him to even make a move. So now that you were his he couldn’t lose you. He knew you loved him but, there was still that angry little demon scratching at his brain and tugging on his heart telling him he wasn’t good enough for you.

You smiled wide your cheeks feeling warm from being called beautiful by Daryl. Its not that he didn’t do it often because he did. Daryl called you beautiful every chance he could, you just never got used to it.

Cupping the sides of Daryl’s scruffy cheeks you leaned in kissing him passionately. You pulled back and looked him in the eyes “Daryl I love you. You’re my best friend and the best partner anyone can have. You don’t have anything to worry about. I promise.” You stroked his cheeks gently with your thumb and pecked his lips.

“They can look at me sometimes but remember, you’re the only one who can look at me all night long” you said with a cheeky grin as you shook your hips side to side trying your best to be cute and bring out a smile. Successfully Daryl smiled wide pulling you closer to him. “I love ya bunny” he said his accent sounding thick and he rested his forehead against yours.

You closed your eyes for a second enjoying the contact. “Well when you’re done we’re going back in. I haven’t gotten my slow dance yet.” You said lovingly

You grabbed his hand as he snubbed out his cigarette. Leading him back inside you found an open spot in the house to stand. Grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist you looked up at him and smiled as you then wrapped your arms around his neck. Swaying gently side to side you started to slow dance. Fade Into You playing on the boombox the lovely melody carrying through the house.

Looking up at Daryl you smiled noticing the nervous look on his face. “Is this alright?” you ask starting to second guess making him dance with you. Maybe he was ready to go home and you were keeping him up. He looked back down at you with a little nod. You smiled and continued to dance to the sappy love song playing.

You rested your head on his chest as you danced to the music. Closing your eyes you let the music and Daryls warmth take over relaxing your every muscle, you felt so in love. He was your safe place and you were his. Nothing around you mattered in the moment.

Daryl ran his hands slowly up and down your exposed back from the backless dress enjoying the feel of the soft skin against his work worn hands. He was at peace.

A few songs passed before you finally stopped. The party had died down and people were starting to head home. You guys started to clean up a little deciding it would be best to finish cleaning tomorrow.

“Ready to go home?” Daryl asked as you threw a few empty beer bottles into a recycling bag.

You looked at him and nodded as you walked over to him reaching your hand out for him to hold. “I only wanna go home with you” you said smiling as you loved your fingers together and headed for the door. Daryl pulled you closer kissing your temple he smiled. He was insecure but you were never gonna let him forget that you weren’t going anywhere.

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macaroni-rascal · 1 month

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Montreal Worlds 2024 Day 2&3

HOLY WOW! What a couple days that was. This is going to be a wild ramble and bullet point list of things that I can remember and stick out in the onslaught of skating that I've seen in the past 48 hours. It's also 11:30pm, so bear with me.

MEN'S SHORT

Roman clean program? In front of me and God and all of Montreal? Utterly wild, so exciting in the building.

Aleksandr Selevko is such a force, I enjoyed his skate SO much, what a magnetic skater.

JASON BROWN. What a serve, he is so beloved, you could just tell the whole crowd was so behind him and love him so much, it was such a stunning piece of skating.

The announcer's saying Lukas Britschgi instead of Deniss was so hilarious, and he had a lovely skate to boot.

Speaking of Lukas, LOVED him, he's so fun.

YUMAAAAAAAA. That is all.

Shoma Uno made me cry and he needs to pay for emotional damages, he had such a good warm up I was buzzing and kept excitedly hitting my friend's knee whenever he landed another clean jump. QUAD TOE TRIPLE TOE!

Ilia was there.

PAIRS FREE PROGRAM

DEANNA STELLATO THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE. The fact that she normally has such an intense reaction post good skate, but instead this time she just leaned forward, half crying, going 'oh my god' made me cry too. The roof blew off the fucking place. It was a singular moment in my life. I am just so unbelievably happy for her and all that she has achieved. Max was so good, so steady, so fucking wonderful. I am in awe of this team.

Glad M/K went back to that free program, a shame about her doubling, and wow did she ever take it hard. It's definitely their best program, for the love of God Bruno Marcotte STOP LETTING YOUR FUCKING SISTER CHOREOGRAPH EVERY SINGLE PROGRAM. DON'T ME COME TO OAKVILLE! I'LL DO IT!

So so happy for Hase and Volodin, they had such a lovely skate, a very well deserved medal, they've had such momentum all season.

Moment of silence of Conti and Macii, that was rough.

Pairs in person made me age about 15 years, so if I have grey hair in the coming months, I know who to blame. Holy shit, it's exhilarating but also tense as hell. I loved it!

RHYTHM DANCE

Hannah Lim, you're a fucking star.

Mrazkes are deeply underwhelming, like wow, they skate very small.

Lopareva and Brissaud also skate very very small. I kept looking up at the time thinking the program would be over and it wasn't. Not a fan at all.

Cpom CRUSHED IT and it was so awesome to see.

LAJOIE AND LAGHA MY LOVES! Easily the performance of the night, and not even close. So glad they got here after battling injury, so proud of them.

Gilles and Poirier are slooooooooooow. Very slow. Maybe the slowest of the last two groups. It's glaring. How have they not worked on this? They also skate small.

Guignard and Fabbri had a good lift, and a cringe everything else.

I just watched Evan during their performance and wow does he do not a lot. It's the Madi show and he's barely a supporting actor.

Fear and Gibson were there.

WOMEN'S FREE

KAORI KAORI KAORI KAORI.

Besides her heinous jumps, Isabeau created a moment, and it was lovely to experience.

Big ups to Chaeyon Kim for a solid, if boring and slightly cold, free skate. On this night, a well deserved bronze.

Leona, oh Leona. The whole crowd deflated when she fell. Such a shame.

OKAY SO CUTE MOMENT! So Kimmy Repond's dad was sitting ldown and across from me two rows, he was about 4 feet from me. I didn't know he was her dad at the start, but I knew by the end, because he was SO dad about the whole skate. Then when she skated clean, he jumped up, a man below me went and shook his hand and went "Are you her dad?" and he got tears in his eyes, put his hand on his chest, and went 'She is my daughter." I just about sobbed my brains out. So beautiful. He then didn't clap once for the next Swiss skater, which I do not fault him for, major dad behaviour.

Moment of silence for Amber Glenn.

Josefin Taljegard, I love you.

GENERAL THOUGHTS

The people around me and I all started chatting about 30 minutes into the women's free skate, by the end of it, I would go to war for all of them. Camaraderie between skating fans is very fun.

Still a giant fuck you to the woman who asked me if NikS. raped me when I pointed out to my friend he shouldn't be competing, special place in hell for you, you hot garbage person.

I got very cold during the women's free, got a hot chocolate, it wasn't good, but it saved my life, and for that I thank it.

Accidentally got up late (9:36am for a rendez vous at 10am) for breakfast with my brother, still arrived at 10:01am, I am a superhero.

Still fuck the seats in the venue, they need about 4 inches on all sides to be even remotely comfortable, including 4 more inches of leg room. We are humans, not dead sardines, for the love of GOD.

Kaori's speed and power made me gasp a few times.

I can't remember anything else but I know other things happened, ah well, it's almost midnight, I ordered late night pizza take out like a boss, I'm gonna eat that, unwind, and hopefully sleep more than four hours.

GODSPEED!

#konner talks skating #long ass post #i just rambled my thoughts out #tw rape

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megggyeggy · 1 year

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A/N: Hi everyone, so this is my first TWD fan fiction. This will be 18+ so minors DNI. There is cussing in this chapter because it’s Negan. So don’t say I didn’t warn you lol. I didn’t proof read, so if there are any mistakes or if you have any suggestions I’m all ears. This is gonna be interesting. My OC is a close friend of Daryl’s. They are almost inseparable.

The End Of Today

Tylee rode down a leaf covered path, her black and white horses' hooves clicking against the gravel. She held her shotgun close to her hip as she rode, humming to herself softly a song that her mother would sing to her when she brushed the knots out of her hair. “You are my sunshine…my only sunshine..you make me happy, when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.” Tylee sang as they walked until she saw the familiar gates of her home. She smiled to herself as she approached the gates, tilting her head to the side before dismounting her horse. She held the reins in her grasp as she knocked on the metal doors.

She hadn’t been home in months, not since they met the new community called Hilltop. She had left for a while to go search for supplies, when she did leave on big supply runs she was usually gone for months. But she never had someone go with her, she just needed her and her horse. It was easier that way, rather than trying to make sure someone wasn’t getting into trouble. She watched as the metal door slid open slowly. Smiling at Rick who had opened the door and she watched as his brows furrowed and how he tilted his head to the side like he always did.

“Rick.” She greeted as she began to guide her horse inside the community, Rick smiled a ghost of a smile as he closed the gates behind Tylee. “Tylee..I..I thought-” She tilted her head curiously with a small grin on her face as she licked her lips. “That I was dead? C’mon now, Rick..you really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?” She teased with a small grin on her face, biting her lower lip faintly while Rick let out a weak chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck. “Uh..No no..um..I- You’ve just been gone for a while..we were all worried.” Rick answered to which Tylee snickered out softly.

“I’m touched. Hey, where’s Daryl? I wanted to see him.” She spoke softly with a small grin, while Rick cleared his throat for a moment as he stared at her with a heartbroken expression. “Um..I-..Daryl..” He took a deep breath while Tylee’s quickly disappeared as she stared at him with a worried look upon her face. “Rick-..Where’s Dary?” She questioned, her voice shaky and uneven. Rick stared at her with worried eyes before clearing his throat again as he took a deep breath, “It’s..It’s a long story..” Tylee had tears threatening to spill as she spoke through gritted teeth, “Then make it a short story, Rick! Where the fuck is Daryl??” Tylee growled slowly with a small glare, she wasn’t mad at him. She was simply just scared.

Rick swallowed thickly as he took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face stressfully with his own tears threatening to spill. “I-..Do you remember the group that we ran into..a while back? The Hilltop? How they were warning us about..a community- that called themselves The Saviors-” “Yes, Rick! Please-..please just get to the part about Daryl, please..” She spoke just above a whisper as she held onto her horse’s reins tightly, sniffling softly as she wiped her nose. “They took him..” Said Rick as he placed his hands on his hips while looking at her with a troubled expression.

Tylee ran her fingers through her hair as she stared at Rick with furrowed brows, opening her mouth to speak but nothing came out for a moment. She swallowed dryly as a tear ran down her dirt covered cheek as she stared at Rick, she took a deep breath as she shook her head. A whimper escaped her throat as sniffled, “Where-..Where did they take him?” She whispered softly while Rick shook his head, looking down with a distressed expression. “I-..I don’t know..They took him with them..They killed Glenn and Abraham.” His voice broke as he spoke to which Tylee let out a sob, a hand slapping over her mouth as she turned to face her horse.

“Fuck!” Tylee whispered softly as she sniffled, her lower lip trembling as she whimpered softly as she closed her eyes tightly. “Oh my god.” Tylee sniffled as she took a deep breath, trying to ground herself. “Okay, okay…So..So..We just need to find him..Right? We just need to find him..We will find him and- and..it’ll be okay..We’ve been through this type of thing before, right?-” Tylee began to ramble as she began to pace back and forth. Rick frowned as he dropped his head, letting out a shaky breath. Tears of his own escaping as he shook his head quietly. “No. No, Tylee..this isn’t-..there is no way around this..they-..they own Alexandria. Okay? We follow their rules.” Tylee looked at Rick with a look of betrayal as her brows pinched together, her mouth gaped open in shock. “What?” Rick swallowed thickly as he shook his head quietly, “We’ve lost too much..They win, we lose. It’s that simple..We play by their rules and everyone will be safe- but if anyone steps out of line- more people will die, Tylee.” Rick spoke softly while Tylee stared at him with teary eyes, swallowing thickly as she shook her head with a soft whimper.

“I-..I can’t just..What about Daryl?” She questioned, her voice cracking from the pain she was feeling. Rick shrugged his left shoulder as he cleared his throat, “Daryl is fine...he will be fine.” He tried to reassure her but not even he believed it himself. Tylee opened her mouth to speak up only to hear someone else pounding on the gates. Rick stared at Tylee with a look that said, ‘Don’t do anything stupid.’ Before he turned and quietly made his way to the gates, sliding them open to reveal a man with a salt and peppered beard and hair. “Hello, Prick.” Negan greeted with a toothy grin, licking his lips before taking a step into the community as he took in the breath of fresh air. The man looked over his shoulder with a shit eating grin. “Let’s get what we came for and get the hell out of here.”

The men surrounding Negan had begun to march their way inside of Alexandria with guns, while the leader had stayed behind with Rick. “Did you find some more of MY supplies?” The man questioned with a wide grin, one that never seemed to fade. “We got more supplies. Didn’t find much but..” Rick trailed off as he looked behind Negan with a certain look upon his face before his eyes trailed to Tylee. To which Negan’s eyes had followed, an even wider grin spreading across his features. “Who the hell is this? I don’t believe we have met. Prick, are you gonna be rude or are you going to introduce me to this lovely lady?” Negan suggested with a snicker while Rick wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

“That’s Tylee..She left for a supply run a few months ago..” Rick spoke softly, watching as Negan began to approach the woman with a toothy grin. Looking at her horse who had large bags tied to the sides of the saddle. He whistled with an amused expression, tilting his head to the side. “So, I take it you have weapons on you, huh? I know you may not know this, considering you haven’t been here when we arrived..but uh..whatever shit you found while you were out gallivanting, well- it’s ours. The weapons, ours.” Tylee stared at Negan with narrowed eyes, her jaw clenching and shifting as she took a deep breath. She looked past Negan and to Rick who gave a weak nod while keeping his eyes locked on the ground. She took a deep breath before rolling her glazed over eyes as she pulled her shotgun off of her horse's saddle and shoved it into Negan’s hand. As well as her knife that was in her boot, the pistol that was in her hip holster.

Negan snickered out softly with a wide grin as his eyes trailed over her with an amused expression, “Well shit, who the hell shit in your cereal this morning?” Negan teased with a wide grin on his face while Tylee glared up at him with narrowed eyes, shifting her jaw before grabbing her horse by the reins and beginning to guide it to the stables. Negan hummed as he looked back at Rick with a shit eating grin, “Wow. A fireball, eh?” He purred out with a teasing grin on his face. Rick simply didn’t respond. Tylee however, spared a glance back to the men only to see Daryl to which her heart dropped to her stomach. She froze as she stared at Daryl, she knew he had seen her as well. She could tell by the way his hardened eyes had softened. “Daryl..” She whispered softly under her breath as she swallowed thickly, looking down at her boots with teary eyes.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

The End Of Today.

#negan smith #negan smut #rick grimes #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x oc #rick grimes x oc #negan x oc #the walking dead #original female character #18+ minors dni #oc #angst with a happy ending

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redemptioninchaos · 1 year

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Aurora

art credit @theamazingchickenman, @retromissile

“Cooking is a love language.”

Name: Aurora

Age: 39

Race: Succubus (formerly human, formerly tiefling)

Physical attributes: 5′4″, 113 pounds, petite, shapely figure often largely covered up with baggy winter clothes, ashen purple skin, blood red eyes, two seven inch purple horns, golden, curly hair that extends past her shoulders, grey winter tunic, brown fur pants and moccasins, often wearing an apron of sorts

Origin: Morningstone, Durtal

Current location: Varies

Occupation: Food merchant before becoming a succubus for Bescevius, Archfiend of Storms; has returned to cooking after being liberated from his rule

Background: Aurora was born Aurora Trullings in 542 LY in the rural countryside. She was the oldest of three children. When Durtal was still Rostanel, Aurora’s father, Glenn Trullings, had fallen ill with a debilitating disease. Since he was unable to work, his wife Paula would be away from home in the marketplace trying to sell foodstuffs to travelers going through Morningstone. Aurora, being the oldest child, learned to cook and provide for her father and two younger brothers.

She grew in wisdom and skill in the culinary arts and picked up a few tactics in selling the food she made from her mother. After she turned 20, her father passed away after a long bout with cancer. Once that happened, Aurora was able to spend more time with her mother in town.

A cute librarian’s apprentice, a human named Wolfgang Rendarius, would often stop by Aurora and Paula’s merchant stand. It became apparent soon that he didn’t just show up for the freshly baked meatpies and pastries every day.

A few kisses and shared secrets later, Aurora and Wolfgang married, then a few months later, Aurora had her only son, Tomas. There were complications with her birth, but priests of Lathander, the god of birth, dawn, and renewal, blessed mother and child so that both survived the process. From that point on, Aurora, and eventually Tomas, were converted to the Lathanderian faith. Wolfgang was skeptical about religion, but he at least figured the Lathanderian priests were all right. While he never fully accepted the Lathanderian or any other faith, he never got in the way of his wife’s or son’s worship.

She brought Tomas to the Lathanderian temple for worship every week, praying that her son would grow up to be strong and wise. For fourteen years, there didn’t seem to be anything that would shake her faith...until the First Invasion.

Unbeknownst to her, she was of the demonic bloodline of Bescevius, Lord of Storms. She, like many others in Durtal, suddenly turned into tieflings. She couldn’t remember what exactly happened, but electrical burns adorned her back when she looked at herself in the mirror.

With Durtal overrun by tieflings and full-fledged demons, it was unsafe for her. Tomas was nowhere to be found, and it seemed that Wolfgang would never forgive her for something she did, calling her a monster who killed his wife. Without a home to return to, she took to the woods, hiding from the onslaught of demon hunters formed in response to the phenomenon.

A voice directed her to travel to an isolated spot on the woods if she wanted to survive. She entered a dark portal and found herself within the Nine Hells, face-to-face with Bescevius himself. From there, she was given an ultimatum: either become Bescevius’s personal slave within the Nine Hells or become a succubus and continue living on the surface. Either choice was awful...but there was a small glimmer of hope in her heart that, perhaps, she wouldn’t have to live as a succubus forever.

After having recently shifted to a tiefling, Aurora changed once more, growing wings. The more prominent changes came in the way she smelled and tasted things. No longer did food and drink have any savor for her, her appetite only being satisfied by drawing from the virility of men.

This was her fate for four years, wrecking homes and robbing men of their innocence just to survive. When she got hungry, her mind was only focused on satisfying her hunger, but after feeding, she could only feel shame for what she had to do. It broke her heart even more to notice just how many men of the cloth of various faiths, including Lathandic priests and paladins, so willingly succumbed to her wiles.

As a succubus, she had the ability to appear as a regular human, but within certain circles and locations, appearing in her full succubus form attracted more attention than in human form, especially with many men of faith. She supposed the newly refreshed taboo associated with attracting Infernal women made her that much more tantalizing.

Then, one day, after feeding from a man, she felt...hunger, the same hunger she felt from before she became a succubus. Could it have been that she somehow regained a regular appetite? She flew to town and paid for a meal in a tavern, a pasta with savory sauces and various ground meats. Upon tasting it and feeling how it filled her, Aurora burst into tears in the middle of the tavern. It was likely a comical sight, seeing a woman cry from food that tasted so good, but after not being able to eat normally for nearly half a decade, it was no wonder Aurora cried.

She finished her meal quickly, wondering what could have happened to almost completely erase her immoral appetites. What she did know was that her obligation to Bescevius was no more. With regained control of her life, she does her best to renew the lifestyle she’d lost, cooking, baking, and selling her creations for profit.

Unfortunately, she lost the natural ability to change her appearance to that of a human’s. With her naturally magic background, she could have learned the spell as easily as any other magically attuned person. Nonetheless, the knowledge of what she’d done to sustain herself for so long keeps her from performing the spell, thinking that she’d lived too long as a monster to try to hide what she is now.

It’s hard for Aurora to get much traction as a fresh food merchant within Durtal, but her reputation from town tart to traveling chef has been slowly growing since her liberation. She hopes to one day meet the person responsible for her chance at a new life.

#aurora

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xplrsworld · 2 years

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Stranger things asks: Steve Barb and Murray 🤞

steve: what’s your hair routine?

I'm very lucky my hair is fairly uncomplicated. I just wash it with shampoo and conditioner two times a week and that's it

barb: have you ever cried over a character’s death?

ofc I'm a very emotional person, I cry very easily lmao. my top 5 deaths (in no particular order just from what I remember) I cried the most were probably

Derek from Grey's Anatomy

Glenn from TWD (I actually quit the show after that)

Bellamy from The 100

Max and Eddie from Stranger Things (seriously that was so fucked okay)

Marnie from When Marnie was there (Studio Ghibli movie)

But again I cry at everything, like almost every Grey's episode ended with me sobbing for a minor character.

murray: do you believe in conspiracy theories? if so, which is your favorite?

When I was younger, I was obsessed with conspiracy theories, like I genuinely believe there are some governmental cover-ups they don't tell us. My favorite one is the Denver Airport and everything alien related tbh.

stranger things asks

#asks #anonymous #anon #sandra speaks #thank you so much for asking

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years

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Set Me Dreaming / Bucky Barnes Imagine

Request: can you do a bucky fic where reader catches him awake in the middle of the night and fighting off some of his troubles? like maybe bucky resists any type of consolation until he finally succumbs. i am open to any of your ideas/own interpretation! thank you!! <3

Yes I can thank you!! Also Mr Barnes it’s been seven years and I am still looking respectfully 👀

If you like, please comment and reblog!

(The lyrics are Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller/ Frank Sinatra (we’re just going to pretend this version came out at the right time aha), and I got them from Google!)

You haven’t heard this song since that night in 1943. Since the night he proposed. Since the night he left. Since the night you lost your Bucky.

‘The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.’

It takes you a moment to see in the darkness of the little New York Apartment you and Bucky had managed to scrounge up the money to pay for. It certainly needed some work, and sometimes you missed that smell of antiseptic and apple pie - that warmth familiarity of Bucky patching Steve up after a fight with one hand, and trying to copy his mom’s old recipes as a treat for when you got home from work in the other. This place only smelt of car fumes, and a certain stench of must and old pine that was just a sucker punch to the stomach every time you entered. Every time the two of you were reminded how stranded Steve had left you. Buck had tried to cook for you, once, a couple of weeks ago, but you had come home to find him sitting slouched, crying, on the kitchen tiles as he sobbed out how his mind couldn’t remember the measurements his mom had written down. But it didn’t matter, you think as you finally spot the sound of the noise. Wherever and whenever you had Buck, you were home. Even if everything needed work, it was worth it.

The record player swirls slowly from its spot on the kitchen counter, languid in its spinning as the familiar notes bounce around the confining walls and fill the place, and the city, with its warm jazz. At this time of night, there’s little to compete with the rippling trumpets, or the baritone voice - just the faraway sound of car horns and the jagged breathing of something coming from the fire escape. For a moment, you jump, forgetting yourself, forgetting you weren’t trapped in Hydra anymore. And then your heart starts to drop as you untangle yourself from the blankets, getting up from where you were holding your fiancée on the floor, to spot his sitting with his back to you. His eyes are gone. You don’t know how you can tell, solely just from the rise and fall of his naked back. You just know him too well, you suppose.

He’s gone from you, at the moment, eyes glazed with a faraway mist as he looks down at flashing, neon lights and dirt-tramped streets of the city he used to know like the back of his hand. But he’s not there either. No, his mind has wandered away with the song, memories allowing him some reverie by thinking back on that day. On you. A warm glow flashes through his eyes, a smile threatening to twitch at the corners of his lips as he pictures you, the love of his life, hand intertwined with his. He had sobbed against your lips that night, forehead pressed tightly against yours as he gazed at you with terrified eyes, drinking in every feature of your face as if he knew it would be the last time he would see it. If he was going to die, he wanted to make damn sure that the last thing that ever passed his mind was you. He could die happy then, knowing that he had been given one proper, good thing in his life, feeling safe in the memory that he had loved it well. That he would go knowing he would love you forever. You pretend not to feel him shake in your grasp as you dig your fingers into your shoulder, pulling him tighter against your chest and whispering sweet nothings into the dance hall, the thought of him leaving the next morning plaguing your every thought.

‘My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?’

He could barely get the words out that night, he had to mouth them against your lips and hope, his silly, foolish hope, that you would agree to marry a man who was being shipped of the next day. He just needed to go knowing that he was yours, thinking the last twenty five years you had spent joint at the hip would sway you towards the sentimental and you would agree to let him be yours, even if only for a day. It didn’t matter, he knew, as his lips trembled against your own, clenching his eyes shut to try and stop the tears spilling down as you nod your head vigorously. It didn’t matter how long you had in this life, he would be yours forever.

‘I love you, doll. I love you so much it hurts.’

‘Don’t you know I love you the same, Buck?’

He doesn’t feel you come up behind him, placing your hands on his back. Every muscle seems to be jumping out of his skin, skin flush and like a furnace to the touch, but you just wrap your arms around his waist and pull him against your back. Glancing round to see your Bucky’s face, his stubble tickles your cheek as you sigh. He’s still puffing out breath into the cold night’s air, eyes glossy and wet and by grief, filled with so much pain and love and fear that it breaks your heart.

‘I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.’

Then he remembers falling. Feeling weightless in the water, gazing up at the blanket of grey sky above him, at peace in the knowledge that you were here with him, your picture still tucked into his jacket and your face the only thing he saw when he looked up at the sky, at the stars. When he finally closed his eyes, and let himself drift away to you. Then he remembers the pain. The pain of remembering you while he was tied down to that chair, jaw clenched and lips threatening to spill his sobs as they punished him for remembering you, again and again and again and again, until the end, he buries you into a pocket of his mind he hopes Hydra can’t touch. He remembers the plea that used to fall from his lips as they hit him, the tremble in his fingers once he woke up and realised that he, that James, that the Winter Soldier was holding a gun against the head of someone he had never even seen before. Not in his lifetime. But he does what he’s meant to do, what he’s told to do, finger pulling the trigger as some thought twitches at the back of his mind, telling him to keep going. To always carry out his missions, saving the world, saving you.

He doesn’t feel your lips brush against his forehead as he begins to gasp now, almost fighting back against your touch. But you only reach out to steady him, grabbing his biceps as you swing yourself over the barrier to kneel down in front of him, fingers tight as he finally starts to settle himself again. You reach up slowly, careful not to startle him away from whatever pain is haunting him, and brush his hair away from his damp forehead. You don’t miss the way he subconsciously drops his head towards your touch, the almost inaudible sigh of relief that brushes against your nose.

He finally starts to remember himself, remember where he is, eyelashes fluttering open and closed quickly. He nearly bursts into tears right there and then when he spots you, wide eyed and obviously shivering from the cold in front of him.

‘Buck. Buck - James. It’s okay, we’re okay. You’re here with me, not back there. It’s alright.’

‘Sweetheart-’, he starts, squirming within himself as he scrambles closer to you. ‘A-are you real? You’re really here?’

‘Of course I am, Buck. I’m never leaving you. Never again.’

For a moment there’s a comfortable silence, a knowing moment of trust and understanding between the two of you, before you tug on his metal arm. He gives it to you willingly, the only person he’ll allow to touch the metal without feeling revolted with himself. You pull gently at his fingers, silently pleading for him to unfurl his fists. His breath shakes, knowing it was the same way you had brought him back to himself that day Helicarrier when he had been sent to kill you. The cruellest trick fate had ever played on him. He still cried about it in his dreams, eyes strained and throat hollow with screams as he strained against you, trying time and time again to stop his arms from hurting you. To stop himself from drowning just by the thought of you.

You- you were real. You were here, and then he found himself full on sobbing again. You shush him gently, jumping up to pull his hands away from his face, away from where he had shoved them into his eyes to try and stop himself. Yet he only grabs onto his shirt that you were wearing, fingers clenching and fists white as he pulls you down to straddle his thighs. He nestles his head into your neck, pulling you tight into his arms until he couldn’t be sure where he ended and where you began. As if there had really ever been a difference for him, anyway. You brush your hand through his hair, appreciating the little hum of delight he tried to give you as your fingers scrape the nape of his neck. He sniffles against your skin, but he’s alright. He knows that you would do anything for him. Your soulmate, your Bucky.

And Bucky knew, as he held you against him, that he would never let you go again. He knew that he couldn’t pretend he was alright anymore, that somehow and someway he would have to make amends for everything he has done - everything he has put you through. Yet some warm hope fizzled at the bottom of his heart as he felt your engagement ring bump against the goose bumps of his back, knowing he still owed you a wedding as well.

His hands are so soft, so gentle, so careful, as he grips onto your waist. His nose bumps against your forehead the same way it had that night, all those years ago, before you had lost him. His tears stain your shirt again, and although he knew he was different now, he also knew there was still some of James Buchanan Barnes left. He knew, because you had his heart, this whole time.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #tfatws #bucky barnes x reader #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #bucky barnes fluff #marvel #the winter soldier #fatws #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #fatws imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #Sebastian Stan

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Remember me;

Summary; While taking care of Hope one night, Killian thinks about his past partners and children-- biological, adoptive, and step-- silently hoping that this time will be different.

Trigger warning; murder, plague, slight gore, fanfiction, death, execution, etc.

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Killian stood over Hope's crib, staring down at her with a small smile as her little arms and legs wiggled around. On the outside, he looked like a content and happy man-- which he was to an extent--but on the inside, his heart was aching. He knew logically that he shouldn't be feeling this way-- that he had what Regina and other former villians longed for, and that he should be grateful and cherish what he had. And don't get him wrong, he was. He really was but he just couldn't stop thinking about the past and all he had lost over the years. Who he had lost.

His grandparents. His aunts and uncles and cousins. His parents and siblings. His past luvs... his children.. Many people thought Hope was his first child or that Henry was his first step child, but they weren't. There had been others-- others after Bae and before Hope and Henry-- to 4 different women and he never stopped thinking about them. Stopped missing them. He had tried, of course, like he always did when he lost someone or did something that went against his morals. But as expected, the method didn't work-- couldn't work-- and it really shouldn't have surprised him.

He was an idiot for even thinking that drinking could erase the pain of 4 additional failed relationships & the loss of 10 children. It hadn't worked with Milah or Baelfire, so why would it work on any one who came after them? Killian gently puckled up Hope, hoping that holding her would help take his mind off what he lost but it didn't. It didn't take his mind off off Gothel, his first relationship after he lost Milah. It didn't take his mind off of the fact that she had lied to , verbally abused, and manipulated him throughout their entire relationship.

It didn't take his mind off of her little black haired, grey eyed daughter (who looked nothing like her), Cassandra. It didn't take his mind off of how brave and impulsive and protective she was or the fact that she had been only 7 when he had met her. 8 when her younger siblings--his first biological children-- Alice and Liam were born. That she'd been 9 when he & her mother broke up-- 9 when her mother started using her & her siblings to hurt him.

Hope's presence couldn't erase their existence or the fact that he genuinely loved all of them-- even the 3 who had popped up after he and Gothel broke it off. He could honestly say he was the only father Cass, the twins, Ginny, and the other twins (Glenn & Mason) had ever had & that it wasn't one sided. They wouldn't have fought their mother to see him constantly if it had been.

The weight of her in his arms couldn't erase the memory of Narissa & her vindictive, ambitious nature that scored her a kingdom or her sweet, naive, 6 year old step son who took a shinning to him. It couldn't erase the imagine of Edward's big smile when he saw him or the feeling of his tiny hand in his when he lead him to his father's grave so he could 'meet' him from his mind. It couldn't erase the weight of her black haired sister, Harriet, from when she'd first been placed in his arms. Or the imagine of her smile & big blue eyes whenever he came to visit her & Edward after he and Narissa split.

It couldn't erase the memories of his relationship with the firey pirate fairy Zarina or their son, Harry, who wanted to be just like him. Couldn't erase the memories of his fellow pirate and childhood friend turned lover turned ex turned lover again, Red Jessica, or their little bundle of chaotic Joy, Cj, who looked almost identical to Hope when she was born. Hope's existence couldn't erase any of that or the joy he felt when he had to watch all of them together for the first time and found out that they all actually got along. All her existence could really do at the moment was remind him of all of her siblings and their mothers who tried & sometimes succeeded to keep him away from him. Something that Killian couldn't help but feel bitter & regretful about-- something he had never been able to forgive and move on from. Even now, he still held hate in his heart for his exes for using all of his children against him to get what they wanted. Even now that he found his happy ending. He couldn't help it, honestly. Just like how he couldn't help but wish for more with his now passed children even though he knew that it would never come.

He knew that his children never blamed him for not being there as often as they all would have liked. He knew that they never hated him for it -- unlike himself. They had known he had tried with all his might to visit them as much as possible and that between Neverland & their mothers, that it hadn't been enough for him or them. They had known that he loved them, even when the time would slip through his fingers and he'd miss something. And in a way, that made what Killian was feeling worse. Made it more painful and made him hate himself more, because he felt he hadn't deserved their love and admiration. The memories of their deaths had only reinforced that idea of his-- especially since most of them had died far too young for his liking...

Alice and Liam had been the first of his children to go, and no one really knew for sure what had really happened to them. All anyone really knew was that one day, Alice sent him and Cassandra both frantic letters, informing them that she and Liam had fallen ill after eating some wonderland berries and that they needed immediate assistance. Killian had quickly rushed to the young adventurers' aid upon receiving the letter, along side their older sister, but it had been too late by the time they had finally made it and the two 19 year olds were dead.

Dead before their time. Dead after one year of exploring which paled in comparison to the dreams of exploring they had, had. Liam (or Lee as preferred) had been found in his and his sister's tent, covered in his own sick, pale as a sheet, and body stiff as a board. And Alice/Tilly? Tilly had been found at the bottom of a water fall not too far away. They had died a week apart from one another and that was all anyone could really figure out from the scene. After that, all they had was theories. Theories with no or little evidence to back them. And none of the theories were very appealing... just like their joint funeral had been.

All of their siblings (blood or not) were devastated by their loss, almost as devastated as he had been, and the funeral had been very somber. More somber than the twins would have liked, probably. But no one was really in the mood to try and break the tension. The fact that Gothel didn't even show up to mourn them didn't help to ease the pain or tension at all.

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Cassandra had been the next to go-- less than 2 years later, at only 25. She had moved kingdoms not long after her younger siblings' deaths and had quickly managed to climb the ranks, becoming a high ranking knight in the process. Killian hadn't seen her since the twins' funeral but had kept in regular contact with her through letters.

So, of course he had become concerned when he hadn't recieved one from her in several weeks & went to investigate. Killian was sure he had never arrived in a land quite so quick before-- he'd been desperate to see his daughter again; to find her before any serious harm could befall her. But it hadn't mattered in the end, because in the end he had once again been too late. His daughter's kingdom was encased in black rocks that hadn't been there before and amber-- along with everyone in it.

And Cassandra had been right at the center of it all-- ahead of her fellow soldiers, the Stygian sword he had given her for her 14th birthday raised high about her head. Face frozen in fear that was so unlike her and confusion, as if she hadn't known what she was facing. Killian nearly wept at the sight of his brave, stubborn, headstrong little girl so afraid-- especially when it became apparent that no amount of force would free her or the other townsfolk from the amber. They hadn't even been able to move her & Killian was sure that, that little fact would haunt him forever... along with the fact that they hadn't been able to give her a funeral because they had to flee from the encroaching rocks.. leaving Cassandra behind, alone, and lost forever.

The next to fall was Edward, nearly a full 2 years after Cassandra's untimely demise. His death hurt and haunted Killian the most, because it was one that could have been avoided. One that Killian could have prevented if he had only said something to his sorta son. One that constantly made Killian think of the 'What ifs?'. After all, Edward hadn't known that his evil stepmother-- the woman who had raised him-- was a power hungry witch who'd do anything to keep her hands on the throne. He had blindly trusted her as he did everyone else-- more so even, since she raised him-- & had ultimately paid for it when she had slit his throat in his sleep. Of course, there had been no proof that she had done it but Killian had known without a doubt that she had.

It was obvious to anyone who had eyes. Narissa was far too happy and smug after Edward's death, and her tears had miraculously dried up when anyone left the room. The servants of the castle (some of which Killian had planted to look after his children) had heard her humming the day Edward's body was found and had said she hadn't stopped even when the maid who found him screamed. Killian had no doubts that she was the one responsible upon looking back on their (short) time together.

Narissa had always cared far more about the throne than she had about him or Edward, and now she miraculously had it after her step son had been murdered in the safest kingdom on earth. And she had definitely killed him to get it. So, Killian in a moment of rage and poor judgment, avenged him even though it had pained him to do so. Even though a part of him still loved her -- even though she was the mother of his daughter. And everyone ended up regarding him as a hero & loved him for it. Everyone but his 18 year old daughter, Harriet, and her sister (Gothel's daughter), Ginny.

Harriet had been distraught and hurt and enraged by his actions, and had told him that she never wanted to see him again. And that if she did, she'd have him killed. And Ginny had backed her, telling him that he should have told her before acting. Giving her the decision on what to do. And looking back, Killian knew that she had right, even if their decision had nearly destroyed him at the time. Harriet went on to grow up, meet a boy named Anthony, and have two beautiful children-- all of which Killian never got to meet-- after being crowned queen. All while Killian watched from afar, respecting her wishes.

He did the same with Ginny, who ended up dying from the plague before she even reached 30 with her husband, a young man named Claymore, by her side. All while Killian watched from afar, sending various things to her house in hopes of curing her or making her imminent demise more comfortable. He still couldn't believe that one single action-- one that many still deemed honorable and heroic-- had cost him two more of his children. But it had and he had been forced to accept it and learn from his mistakes while trying to do better with his final four children.

That unfortunately didn't last for long, because soon after his falling out with Harriet and Ginny, he was dealt with another blow. A harsher, painful one that once again nearly killed him. One that came in the forum of 3 of his remaining four children dying via hanging. Which were 3 additional deaths that he blamed himself for-- 3 additional deaths that everyone blamed him for.

Because Mason and Glenn (who were 17) and Harry (who was only 15) wouldn't have become pirates if it weren't for him. If he had never become a pirate, they wouldn't have admired pirates quite as strongly and wouldn't have decided to become ones themselves. Wouldn't have decided to join a crew together and cause minor havoc while sticking it to corrupt kingdoms like he had. Wouldn't have gotten on so many people's bad sides until they were captured and hanged without mercy by King George II. Something Gothel and Zarina loved to remind him whenever they popped up. Something that had burned itself into Killian's head forever while leaving him with only one willing child to care for.

Cj had died of old age at nearly 100 years old, something Killian was grateful for even though it still hurt him greatly. He was grateful that Cj had gotten to live a full life -- one full of adventure and joy. One she got to love with the daughter of a Voodoo king and the son and daughter of the royal Advisor of Emperor Kuzco in a kingdom on the other side of the enchanted forest. One that he had gotten to actually be apart of.

His little girl hadn't even been annoyed at the fact that he continued aged slower than her. In fact, she had made jokes about it and encouraged him to keep doing whatever he was doing so he could get his happy ending sooner or later. Which was one of the few things that had kept Killian going over the years-- before and after her death. Cj was proof that people cared about him. Proof that he was loveable and redeemable, and that he could be a good father if where to have kids again...

Hope wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly, immediately ripping him out of the painful spiral of memories he had found himself in. The small blonde was chewing on her fist, staring up at him in wide eyed wonder and admiration. Something every baby of his (and probably every baby in general) did, causing his heart to clench painfully. In that moment, he swore that he'd do everything in his power to make sure that she lived a long and fulfilling life. That she wouldn't die young if he could help it. And it was a promise that he was gonna keep, even if it killed him.

Suddenly he felt a very familiar pair of arms wrap around him. He tensed for a moment but upon throwing a glance over his shoulder and spotting Emma, relaxed. She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, and had a serious case of bedhead. Yet she was smiling "how are my two favorite people in the world doing on this fine morning?" Killian smiled back at her as Hope squealed in delight and reached upwards, clearly happy to see her mother. "We're doing good, luv. Did you sleep well?"

Emma nodded, resting her head on his chin. "Wanna wake Lucy and get Granny's for breakfast ?" That was another person to protect and get a happy ending for. His step granddaughter. "Absolutely "

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 years

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Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language, descriptions of blood

Chapter 10-

"Stop right there!" A mans voice shouted.

A split second later you all had your guns aimed up at the men on what you assumed was Hilltop's watch platform, but the men only had spears pointed towards the group of you. What the hell were they going to do with spears from this distance?

"Ya gonna make us?" Daryl spat, his shotgun trained on one of the men with spears, your handgun aimed at him too.

"Jesus, what the hell is this?" You questioned.

"Open the gates, Kal. Freddie's hurt." Jesus responded, staring up at the men before he turned back to the rest of you. "Look, sorry about these guys. They get antsy standing there all day doing nothing." He explained turning back to his friends with an annoyed look causing you to chuckle softly, lowering your handgun.

These people weren't a threat, especially with just spears.

"They give up the weapons. Then we'll open the gates." One of the men responded and you just rolled your eyes because you knew Daryl and Rick weren't going to lay down their weapons any time soon.

"We vouch for these people, alright? They saved us out there." Dr Carson was spoke up from behind you somewhere.

"Look, I'm not taking any chances. Tell your guy Gregory to come out here." Rick said, speaking up for the first time as he took a step forward until he was beside Jesus who quickly shook his head.

"No. Don't you see what just happened? I'm letting you keep your guns. Look, we ran out of ammo months ago. I like you people. I trust you. Trust us. Open the gates, Kal." Jesus ordered, turning away from Rick and looking back up at the two men and to your shock the gates suddenly opened.

You stood back for a moment, letting Jesus take the lead as you, Daryl and Rick followed him inside, the others trailing behind you as you took in the large community.

The first thing you noticed was the large mansion looking building in the middle of it which just seemed completely out of place compared to the old wooden barns and small crops that were scattered around the rest of the community.

You took note of the portable trailers lined up along the right side of the community as you eyed the civilians inside cautiously. Jesus had said not many of them were fighters and you figured he was right because most of them didn't even have a knife on them.

You heard Dr Carson say something to Maggie and Glenn about seeing him in the medical trailer when they had time and you smiled softly at the couple who both nodded before Dr Carson walked off with his friends, helping the injured man to what you assumed was the medical trailer.

"There was a materials yard for a power company nearby. That's how we put up the walls. A lot of people came from a FEMA camp. Trailers came with them and that's called Barrington House. Those windows up there let us see for miles in every direction. It's perfect for security. Come on, I'll show you inside." Jesus explained, pointing towards the large mansion, but you were too busy scanning the rest of the community, trying to remember all the buildings and people.

The group of you followed Jesus up the stairs of Barrington House and into the main lobby. It was clear that this building used to a be a museum of some kind with the ancient furniture and paintings on the walls.

Jesus said that they had turned most the rooms into living quarters, but confirmed that it used to a museum.

Suddenly, the door to your left opened and you turned to find an older guy with a grey beard walking out.

"Jesus. You're back... With guests." The man said, looking at the group of you with an unreadable expression.

"Everyone, this is Gregory. He keeps the trains running on time around here." Jesus introduced.

"I'm the boss." The man- Gregory -stated causing you to rest your hands on your hips as you eyed him cautiously. You didn't like him. Something about him... you just didn't like this man.

"Well, I'm Rick. We have a community-" Rick started to say before Gregory cut him off.

"Why don't y'all go get cleaned up, hmm?" He suggested, taking a step towards Rick as you took a step towards him too, not trusting this man in the slightest and he must have noticed your movement because he glanced over at you with an amused expression before he turned his attention back to Rick.

"Jesus will show you where you can get washed up. Then come back down here when you're ready. It's hard to keep this place clean." Gregory explained and Rick just stared at him for a moment before he nodded.

"Yeah. Sure." Rick responded before Jesus lead the group of you up the stairs.

Rick asked Maggie to clean up first and talk to Gregory because 'he shouldn't' in his words and you had to agree with him. Gregory seemed like an asshole and Maggie was probably the better person to try and talk some sense into the older man.

Jesus showed you to three different bathrooms so it would be quicker and you wouldn't have to wait as long. You weren't entirely sure why Gregory wanted you all to wash up, did he want you all to have a shower or just clean your face? You had no idea.

Maggie and Glenn took the first bathroom, Abraham took the other and you and Daryl took the last one, the others saying they were happy to wait.

You walked into the large bathroom, Daryl following behind you, but you weren't sure why he even came in because like hell you would be able to get him to have a shower here and you didn't want to either. You weren't going to get naked and in a shower in a community you didn't know. What if something happened while you were inside? You weren't going to be caught naked in a dangerous situation.

"What do ya think of this place?" Daryl asked quietly as he closed the door behind himself and you turned around to face him and shrugged your shoulders.

"It's a good community. But, I don't like Gregory, he seems like douche as Dean would've put it." You answered causing Daryl to snort as he walked over to you and brushed the hair out of your face with his thumb. "What do you think?"

"Dunno. But, Gregory is a douche." He muttered causing you to chuckle softly as he cupped the side of your face with his hand and leant forward, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before you kissed him back.

"We should be getting cleaned up." You whispered against his lips as you lifted your hand a brushed your thumb against his cheek, but Daryl didn't say anything as he stared at you, your faces inches apart before you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom sink.

"C'mon." You said grabbing a wash cloth.

You held it under the water before looking up at Daryl through the large mirror in front of you to find him already looking at you as he wrapped his arms around your stomach and rested his chin on top of your head.

You just raised your eyebrows at Daryl through the mirror causing him to smile slightly, knowing that you couldn't try and clean him when he was cuddling you from behind.

You glanced down at the wash cloth in your hands before you twisted it, draining most the water out before you lifted it up and started wiping the cloth along Daryl's arm, getting rid of the dirt and grime covering his bare arms causing him to glare at you.

"You're annoyin'." Daryl muttered, but didn't show any intention in trying to stop you, his arms still wrapped around you while you cleaned his arms.

"Mmm, but you love me." You responded, your tone teasing as you lifted your head, meeting Daryl's eyes in the mirror and he just chuckled before kissing the top of your head.

The two of you took a little too long in the bathroom than you probably should have. But, Daryl was no longer dirty and you had cleaned up a bit too before the two of you walked out, letting Michonne and Rick take their turn.

You and Daryl made your way downstairs to find Abraham already down there who told you Maggie had gone into Gregory's office to talk to him.

You took a seat on the couch in the middle of the room while Daryl walked over to one of the windows and looked out, clearly still unsure about this community.,

"How long do you think Rick and Michonne been ugging bumplies?" Abraham suddenly asked from where he was standing across the room causing you to snort softly at his choice of wording,

"I don't know." Daryl muttered, shrugging his shoulders.

"You two ever think about it? Settling down?" The bigger man questioned, catching you off guard for a moment as you looked over at Daryl actually curious to hear his answer.

"Ya think shit's settled?" Daryl asked, staring at Abraham before he quickly glanced over at you and you just shrugged your shoulders.

Shit was definitely not settled, but for some reasons Daryl's words still stung a bit. It wasn't like the two of you were going to settle down and have a family any time soon. Hell, you haven't even talked about it before, but that didn't mean you two couldn't settle down just the two of you.

Abraham glanced over at you, clearly wanting to see what you would say, but you didn't get a chance to say anything before the door to Gregory's office opened and Maggie walked out with an annoyed expression.

"Well, I'm guessing that went great." You commented sarcastically and Maggie just nodded.

"Yep. Rick out yet?" She asked and you shook your head. "Let's go upstairs, I'll explain everything when the whole group is ready." She added and with that the three of you followed her upstairs,

It didn't take long for the others to finish and once they did Maggie explained how Gregory didn't want anything to do with Alexandria and wasn't interested in trading or helping each other causing Rick to shake his head in annoyance.

Jesus tried to get Rick to give him a few days to try and talk to Gregory and get him to change his mind, but before Rick could say anything the door to Barrington House slammed open and a man you recognised from the watch platform rushed inside.

"What's wrong?" Jesus asked and you suddenly had a bad feeling about whatever this man had to say.

"They're back." He answered just as Gregory walked out his office with a tense expression. Yep, whatever this was, it wasn't going to be good.

You followed Jesus and Gregory outside with the others to find three new people walking towards the group of you, but by the look on their faces something was horribly wrong.

"Nathan, what happened to everybody else? Where's Tim and Marsha?" Gregory asked, resting his hands on his hips as he stared at one of the men.

"They're dead." The Nathan guy answered.

"Negan?" Gregory asked and Tim nodded. "We had a deal though."

"He said it wasn't enough. They still have Craig. They said they'd keep him alive, return him to us, if I deliver a message to you." Tim explained as he took a few steps towards Gregory until he was standing right in front of him.

"So, tell me." The leader responded and you frowned slightly when Tim placed his hand on Gregory's shoulder and you saw the blade before anyone even knew what was happening.

"I'm sorry." Tim whispered, but you were already rushing forward.

Daryl shouted your name in the background somewhere, but you weren't listening as you grabbed Tim's arm just as he stabbed Gregory with the knife.

Gregory cried out in pain as you yanked Tim's arm back, stopping him from digging the blade any deeper before you threw the man backwards, trying your best not to show your supernatural strength.

Maggie and Jesus were by Gregory's side in an instant before the other man suddenly charged, tackling you to the ground. Your back slammed into the dirt, knocking the wind out of you.

You laid there gasping for air for a moment when suddenly Daryl grabbed the mans shoulders, throwing him off you and you saw Abraham tackle him to the ground off to the side and you were satisfied that he was taken care of.

"Ya good?" Daryl quickly questioned, holding his hand out towards you.

You nodded about to reach for Daryl's hand to let him help you up before you saw movement out the corner of your eye.

You quickly turned your head, spotting Tim now back up and running towards Rick with the knife still in his hand and without thinking twice you held your hand out, using your powers which sent the man flying backwards again away from Rick.

"Rick!" You shouted painfully, trying to ignore the searing agony soaring through your head from using your powers.

Rick spun around at the urgency and strain in your tone and you pointed at Tim who was already staggering back to his feet with a confused expression, but the knife was still clenched in his fist.

You watched as Rick charged at Tim, punching him in the face causing the man to fall to the ground and Rick continued to punch him before Daryl's hands were suddenly on your shoulders, snapping your attention back to him.

"Shit, angel." Daryl muttered, taking in the blood you could feel dripping from your nose.

Your head was thumping something shocking, but you knew it would be over in 10 or so minutes, you just had to wait it out.

"I'm good." You winced, placing a hand on your forehead trying anything to stop the pain, but it wouldn't go away.

Shakily you took a deep breath about to try and reassure Daryl that you were okay before before you heard Abraham shout from somewhere behind you. Damnit, what now?

You looked in his direction despite the pain you were in to find the other stranger now on top of Abraham, his hands squeezing the red heads throat tightly. Shit.

"Help him." You gasped, pointing in their direction causing Daryl's head to snap in their direction too and the second he saw the man choking Abraham, Daryl quickly looked back down at you, clearly not wanting to leave you. "Go!" You shouted and to your relief Daryl rushed over to Abraham.

You watched as Daryl grabbed the strangers arm and bent it back on an angle that definitely wasn't natural before the sound of bones cracking filled the air.

The man screamed in pain, instantly letting go of Abraham as he dropped to the ground a few metres away, clutching his now broken arm to his chest.

Daryl held his hand out, helping Abraham to his feet before you turned your attention back to Rick and you silently swore under your breath when you realised that Tim now had Rick pinned to the ground with a knife to his throat.

You turned away for five seconds, what the fuck.

"Hey!" Glenn shouted, his gun aimed at Tim along with the others, but nobody dared to pull the trigger with that knife pressed against Ricks neck.

"Stay back! Anybody who tries to stop me-" Tim started to yell, looking around at the rest of you which was his first mistake.

He should have never taken his eyes away from Rick and you grinned knowing exactly what was about to happen and not a second later, Rick had his own knife stuck into the side of Tim's neck.

Blood poured from the wound, falling down onto Rick's neck and beard, but Tim was more than dead as Rick pushed the man off him and staggered to his feet.

You spared a quick glance around at the others to make sure everyone was okay. Daryl and Abraham had their guns trained on the man with the broken arm, although you doubted he would be doing anything. Maggie and Jesus were both still by Gregory's side, holding their hands to the wound on his stomach while the rest of your group eyed the dead men on the ground cautiously and that's when you noticed you had drawn quite a crowd.

It was almost like most of Hilltops residents were in the area, all standing from a distance watching the whole scene unfold with terrified faces.

"What?" Rick questioned, bringing your attention back to him to find him now standing up as he stared at everyone, his beard and jacket stained red.

"Ethan! You killed him." The man with the broken arm shouted and you turned your head in his direction which turned out to be a bad idea when the pain spiked again causing you to wince as you grabbed your head with your hands.

This was why you didn't use your powers. It fucks you up and damnit you hated headaches before this, but this was a thousand times worse and you weren't entirely sure if you stood up that might pass out.

"Shit, you okay?" Glenn's voice suddenly questioned and before you knew it he was crouching down beside you.

"Yeah, must have copped a hit to the head or something." You lied.

"You're nose is bleeding too." He commented before the sound of Rick talking again.

"He tried to kill Gregory, then me."

You watched when out of nowhere the woman who was with the group marched towards Rick and punched him in the face and not a moment later Michonne slammed her elbow into her chest, sending the woman crashing to the ground.

"Don't." Michonne warned sternly, staring down at the woman. Michonne was a fucking badass.

"Drop it now!" A new voice yelled.

"I don't think I will." Rick responded and you looked in their direction to find two of the Hilltop fighters with spears pointed at Rick, but Rick had his Colt aimed at them. Really? Did they really think they stood a chance against a damn revolver?

"Everyone, this is over!" Jesus shouted, sprinting towards the group of them as he stood between Rick and the others with spears as he held his hands out to try and calm the situation down. "It's over. Ethan was our friend, but lets not pretend he was anything more than a coward who attacked us. He did this. And these people stopped him."

"What can I do?" Rick asked, turning his attention to Jesus.

"Put the gun away. You've done enough." The long haired man answered and with that, Rick holstered the gun and the others put the spears down. "You need to know that things aren't as simple as they might seem. Just give me some time." Jesus added before he rushed back to Gregory's side where Dr Carson now was with Maggie.

You watched as the three of them started taking the leader towards the infirmary trailer before Daryl reappeared by your side, hearing Glenn tell him that you hit your head or something, but you knew Daryl knew that was a load of bullshit, but he didn't dare say that.

"Ya okay?" Daryl asked, kneeling down beside you while Glenn went to help with Gregory and you nodded, wincing slightly at the pain it caused.

"So, that's what you mean by your powers aren't working properly?" Rick asked, walking over to the two of you as he stared down at you from where you were still sitting on the ground holding your head and you nodded ever so slightly.

"Thank you. You saved my life by using them and I'm sorry about what I said back on the road about you being like the rest of us without your powers. You aren't and you showed that today." He apologised and that apology actually meant a lot as you gave him a small grateful smile.

"C'mon, can ya stand?" Daryl asked hesitantly and you shrugged your shoulders as Daryl grabbed one of your arms, slinging it over his shoulder as he helped you to your feet before the rest of your group all started to walk into Barrington House, waiting for Jesus.

You sat down on one of the chairs with Daryl hovering beside you anxiously, despite you telling him that you were fine. Rick, Abraham, Michonne and Glenn were all standing around the room while Maggie helped with Gregory and by help you knew it meant try to talk to him again and get him to make a deal.

"Dr. Caron was able to patch Gregory up. He's in pain, but he'll live. The doctor could have a look at your head too, if you want?" Jesus offered, looking over at you as he walked into the room.

"I'll be fine." You quickly responded, before glancing around the room. "So, what happens now?"

"Things like that don't usually happen here, but, uh, it's settled." Jesus answered, but that didn't exactly answer your question.

"We heard the name Negan. A while back, Daryl and Abraham had a run-in with his man. Who is he?" Rick asked and you had completely forgotten about that.

Daryl had told you about that day. How he blew those men on motorcycles up with a freaking rocket launcher. Man, Dean would have loved to done that, you thought to yourself before you shook your head, not wanting to go down that path. Thinking of your brothers only ended one way and that was usually crying and you were not going to cry in front of everyone.

"Negan's the head of a group of people he calls the Saviours. As soon as the walls were built, the Saviours showed up. They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands, even more threats... And he killed one us- Rory. He was 16 years old." Jesus started to explain before he stopped, clearly thinking back to that day before he took a deep breath and continued.

"They beat him to death, right in front of us. Said we needed to understand, right off the bat. Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation. He's not the leader I would've chosen, but he helped make this place what it is, and the people like him. He made the deal. Half of everything. Our supplies, our crops, our livestock, it goes to the Saviours." He explained, but he refused to look at any of you as he spoke as he stared at the ground.

"And what do you get in return?" Glenn asked.

"They don't attack this place. They don't kill us."

"Why not just kill them?" Daryl asked from beside you, his hand still on your shoulder as you looked over at Jesus curious to find out the answer.

"Most of the people here don't even know how to fight, even if we had ammo."

"Well, how many people does Negan have?" Rick asked.

"We don't know. We've seen groups as big as 20-" Jesus started to say before Daryl cut him off.

"Now, hold up. So, they show up, they kill a kid, 'n ya give 'em half of everythin'? These dicks just got a good story. The bogeyman, he ain't shit." Daryl responded, letting go of your shoulder as he took a step forward, glancing around at the group.

"Well, how do you know?" Jesus asked, staring at Daryl.

"A month ago we took his guys out PDQ. Left them in pieces and puddles." Abraham responded, and well that was not the way you would have explained it, but it was the truth.

"Ya know, we'll do it. If we go get your man back, kill Negan, take out his boys, will ya hook us up?" Daryl questioned and you smiled softly listening to him. It was weird, he had changed so much since the first time you met him all those years ago, but at the same time he hadn't changed at all and you loved him about that.

"We want food, medicine 'n one of 'em cows." Daryl added causing you to chuckle softly at the mention of a cow.

"Confrontation's never been something we've had trouble with." Rick said, backing Daryl up as he glanced over at the archer with a small nod.

"I'll take it to Gregory." Jesus responded with a hint of smile forming on his lips and you knew he liked this deal. But, it was Gregory who needed to like it, not Jesus.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓀

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓎 | after an anxiety episode, you and ari make cookies together.

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 | steamy angsty fluff!

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 | daddy!ari levinson × black//woc!reader

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 | 4.3K

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 | 18+ ddlg! ♡ anxiety attack ♡ some sexual themes ♡ degradation ♡ dick jokes ♡ hints to smut but nothing else! ♡ this is all 100% concentrated fluff

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈 | love language by ariana grande ♡ tuxedo junction by glenn miller ♡

𝓌. 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 | okay so i tried okay i tried to make it as fluffy as i can but i just couldn’t help to not lace my own school circumstances into this while writing :( i can’t believe I got this out in just a day but i hope y’all enjoy this cherubs!!! ♡ do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

♡ the sight of the tiny blue ‘submit’ button at the bottom of the screen increased the swirling thoughts as your eyes turned to the ticking clock at the bottom right of the computer screen.

♡ you don’t take a second to breathe but anxiously bite the flesh of your lower lip, this week long project was coming to a crashing deadline as it was due in just a minute from now.

♡ how have you gotten yourself in this distressful circumstance?

♡ well typical clumsy you blacked out in a power nap for the past hours when you thought you submitted the assignment while waiting for your friend to do the touch ups of her portion of the assignment worth one-third of your semester grade.

♡ waking up from the long nap felt like cloudy heaven, mind finally relaxed accompanied with the delicious looseness of your energized limbs as you stretched them.

♡ of course the rosy moment was quickly diminished when you reached for your phone at your side table, hoping to catch up on any recent news you missed out from your nap.

♡ and you had as you skimmed through each and every exhilarating and restless text from your friend who apparently got a message from both your professor that the assignment wasn’t turned in.

♡ your mind raced as you quickly opened your laptop, tracing through your emails you eye the message from your professor that was outlined in red.

♡ the simple sentence of: this assignment affects your semester grade, turn it in before the deadline.

♡ had your widening eyes taking the email in, your mind flashed through the memory when you strictly remembered that you clicked the submit button.

♡ you know you did, you fucking know it but here you are anxiously rushing to submit it again.

♡ but at this point it doesn’t matter because you are now seconds away from turning it in before the whole portion of the google classroom submission turns grey.

♡ gathering the link to the word document that held your assignment the beating in your chest was beginning to level once your hand dragged the mouse pad cursor to the little blue button.

♡ rechecking the links you don’t dare take an inhale until your painted cherry red index finger clicks down hard on the submit button, eyes widening and heart pounding when the little loading circle appears.

♡ “c’mon!” your hushed whisper stresses, your hands forming into tight fists that rest onto the warm plushness of your thighs your skirt didn’t cover.

♡ uneasy eyes flash to the clock onto your macbook and notice the white font against the black outline displaying 11:59, you let out a closed lip whine when the loading whirlpool doesn’t go away and the bold purple words of ‘submitted!’ don’t appear on your screen.

♡ however, with whatever saving grace and golden strand of luck that was fortunately bestowed on you, that easing message appeared seconds away from the striking hour of midnight.

♡ letting out a relieved sigh your head falls back as you closed and rubbed your eyes, your cold fingertips attempting to cool your racing head you move them away from your face when your phone tings.

♡ grabbing your phone that was thrown in your blitzing uneasiness minutes ago the sight of your friends name appears on your lockscreen, under it holds their message.

♡ please [y/n] tell me you turned it in.

♡ you unlock your phone and message them back, informing them that you have turned it in which you received the same relieved feedback that coursed through your mind a minute ago.

♡ closing off the conversation with a comment of speaking to them tomorrow you shut off your phone and closed your macbook, setting them both on their individual chargers before walking out of your room.

♡ you can hear the light jazz of glenn millers ‘tuxedo junction’ fuzz through the halls, the pinkness of your socks that cover your feet guide you to where the music gets stronger and stronger.

♡ ari’s office door is slightly cracked, the music bustling inside it flowing out into the hallway you step closer and peek your eye through the crack.

♡ there you see your lover, sitting at his polished desk, a cigarette in hand he puffs it as his spectacle eyes glance down at the papers that lie in front of him, an ink pen in his other grasp writes down what he needs to.

♡ glancing down you notice his feet tapping against the carpet to the suave rhythm of the jazz blasting on a small speaker at the corner near his numerous chestnut bookshelves and flourishing green potted plants.

♡ taking a deep inhale of the cigar the white smoke that slips through his lips looks like a soft cotton cloud, your heart jumps to an opportunity when his hand that holds his pen stops writing.

♡ his eyes skimming through his papers as his fingers adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, setting down his burning thick cigar on the ashtray near him as well.

♡ fingers framing the sides of his bearded cheeks, your lover reads his written work with a careful eye, foot continuing to tap as the beat enters into its main rowdy trumpet chorus.

♡ pink tongue gliding against his rosy lips, his eyes shine and with that he takes the papers in both his hands and evens them out, grabbing the stapler that’s set near his neatly arranged pens he clicks the thick papers together.

♡ grabbing a navy blue folder he sets the papers in it and opens one of his desk drawers before setting his paperwork amongst his other files, shutting it closed his fingers grab his cigar that is still burning.

♡ taking it back between his lips your eyes don’t leave them, you never wanted to be that cigar so badly, your heart skips a beat when ari’s yes set against yours, a smirk peeking his tobacco smoked lips you let out a hushed ‘eep’ and back away from the door.

♡ you hear ari’s deep chuckle from in his office, causing your face to heat up and limbs to go stiff in embarrassment, peeking your face again through the doors crack your eyes set back on ari’s amused smirk and you gasp and move your head away.

♡ ari let out a airy laugh, oh he was enjoying your flustered state, he always found it so cute when he caught you staring at him.

♡ “come in princess,” he spoke.

♡ smirk still plastered on his lips he exhales another white smoky cloud before putting out the thick cigar, not wanting you to inhale any of the fumes.

♡ hears the door open, eyeing your shy figure walking to him growing confident with each step.

♡ your hips, legs and shoulders dance along the jazzy miller piece, making his smirk widen as you sway and swing your body to emphasize your pronounced curves that hide in your thick collared sweater and tennis skirt.

♡ he can’t snatch his eyes away from your soft thighs that aren’t properly covered from that ridiculously short skirt, his eyes darken when he sees your fingers unbuttoning the buttons of the top portion of the designer sweatshirt.

♡ your hands do a sinister job at gliding up your curves slowly, teasingly rising the hem of your flowy skirt before gripping the bottom of your unbuttoned canary yellow sweatshirt.

♡ pulling it off your bodice and over your head you throw it behind you to reveal the crop top that tightly wraps your chest, displaying your plump cleavage ari’s darken eyes latch upon.

♡ “hi daddy,” you speak through your glossed lips and batting lashes, stepping around to stand besides his figure sitting in his leather swivel chair.

♡ those honeyed words are spoken in an almost purr, your eyes skimming his face and to the objects that cover his desk your curious fingertips and cherry painted acrylics graze and clack against.

♡ the image of his dark eyes sparkle when they meet yours, they glimmer in adoration as one of his large warm hands rise to cup your cheek.

♡ “hello princess,” the deepness of his words has your chest fluttering and the heat of your core radiating sensually, your eyes leave his and your lips press against each other abashed.

♡ his smirk turns into a soft smile, how can his little pearl be so bold yet shy at the same time?

♡ whatever it is about you he savors and cherishes, his hand that cups your chin is removed to pat down on his trouser thigh but maybe he thinks otherwise on the known signal that you're a bit to latched on the mood and want him to take over whatever thick sexual tension he started.

♡ however he’s surprised as his little shy pearl wraps her arms around his neck, pedicured fingers lacing in his shoulder length hair as soft legs smoothly straddle his lap, it made it all easier that they were parted slightly as you settled your bum against his calves.

♡ took him by another surprise as you smashed your bubblegum glossed lips against his, rubbing your chest against his as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

♡ you usually don’t kiss him like this after he had a cigar but ari isn’t complaining as he swirls his tongue with yours, his large hands travel down to cup your bum to find a nice surprise which results in his pants tightening more against his thick bulge.

♡ your shameless skirt doesn’t even cover your ass properly, the fringed designer cloths trimming curtains the curve of your ass but leaves the plump dips of your under cheeks uncovered for his rough palms to smooth and grope.

♡ you moan against his lips but that soft moans turns into a pitched whine as he releases his lips from your erotic mouth, in result he lightly slaps your ass before groping the flesh.

♡ “how was your nap sleeping beauty?” ari’s voice low and raspy at the cause of your kiss, you sigh and bow your head at remembering the thought.

♡ “it was nice daddy but it turned a little rotten after,” your pout causes his brows to scrunch.

♡ “why’s that princess?” his hands smooth and pat your hair still slightly untamed from your nap, your hands that grip his expansive button up smooth the material down.

♡ “because I had to rush to turn in an assignment I thought I turned in, it was so stressful finding out from my friend who thankfully reminded me of so,” you mutter, your mood becoming spoiled when remembering school.

♡ nowadays you barely enjoyed your time with your daddy without worrying about any uncompleted assignments or the thought of your grades dropping or being fully invested in studying.

♡ school was a killjoy, it was killing your special time with your daddy and even though you still turned in that project your mind still was filled with anxiety and stress.

♡ “have you turned in your assignment doll?” ari spoke and you nodded your head, calming a bit as his hand rubs your back up and down, the sensation almost therapeutic. “then what is my princess worrying about?”

♡ your pout signifies it all, you don’t know what your stressing about, maybe you forgot another assignment that needed to be turned in, maybe you forgot to study for a test that was nearing soon, maybe you missed a virtual class during your nap.

♡ your eyes water and your bottom lip trembles, the grip you have on his button up tightens with your fear-riddled scrunch, your breathing stuttering which has ari sitting up to grab your face in his hands.

♡ “hey, hey. baby calm down-,” but your breathing still stutters as your face scrunches and streams in your aggressive tameless tears.

♡ “baby, sweetheart look at me!” his voice snaps to your attention as your red eyes meet soothing aqua pools, hands gripping his shoulders and teary eyes locked in need to keep him close but he seems like an ocean away.

♡ “count with me baby, like we practiced before. inhale-” he says, inhaling a breath and your stuttering lungs are quick to inhale a breath along with him, your mind however races still. “exhale,” he whispers and lets out a breath and you do so.

♡ “one,” you two continued this breathing session till your tears stopped and your pacing chest settled calmly against his, the only sound being the soft trumpet of another jazz song playing and your soft sniffs.

♡ his arms cage you in a warm secure hug, hands rubbing soothing circles against your back as your open hands rest against his chest, he had you drink a glass of water with a tylenol tablet to ease you.

♡ yet your silence is a major tell to ari that your mind is still scrambling despite feeling your stable heartbeat against his, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

♡ “[y/n]? princess?” ari softly speaks, your eyes slightly sting from your vicarious crying and your head aches from the episode that happened a while ago, cheeks slightly damped, you raise your hands to wipe them dry.

♡ pulling your head away from his collar bones you sit up to meet his reassured glance to yours, “i’m sorry daddy,” you spoke, it was almost drenched in seeking forgiveness but ari shove his head while cupping your face in his hands again pulling your face to his.

♡ “no sweetheart don’t apologize, it’s all alright. something like this shouldn’t need an apology, you aren’t at any fault because you’ve done nothing wrong but let out your emotions.” your eyes watered with his comforting words.

♡ “it’s not the things that are stressing you that are bothering you, it’s just the thought. it’s just your thoughts, just and only your thoughts but you got through that so well princess. i’m so proud of you.” ari’s thumbs swiped away at each of your tears, your lips slowly curling up in a small smile at his praise.

♡ sitting up on your knees you rested your forehead against his, nose bumping against his you giggled as our daddy’s eyes squinted at the impact before letting out a soft chuckle,

♡ your eyes glimmering as they twined to ari’s cooling blue hues through his frameless thin glasses, your hands rise up to caress his bearded cheeks, his finely soft hairs tenderly scratch your fingers and palms while his rub your bare lower back.

♡ an equally tender smile radiates off both of you before he pecks your lips to his.

♡ “tell me princess, tell daddy what you want. anything you want you’re getting,” his words string together a thoughtful expression compressed on your pretty facial features, your stomach interrupts you both as it loudly growls.

♡ “clever princess, you didn’t have to tell daddy when he could hear your hungry tummy,” ari’s own comment makes him laugh loudly and your face heats up as you swat his chest.

♡ “stop being mean daddy,” you grumble with a pout but you still see that handsome smirk against his face and as much as you wanna turn your head away when he grabs your chin you allow him to kiss you.

♡ “alright daddy’s done with being a meanie. c’mon sweetheart, lets get some food inside that tummy,” he says poking your belly.

♡ the tickling sensation lets out a giggle from you while he grabs your body to wrap your legs around his waist as he gets off his seat.

♡ ari carries you out of his office to the kitchen, setting you down on the lavish island that stands in the large kitchen however you whine when the cold surface hits your back thighs.

♡ the little sound alerts ari who turns his head to you after searching the refrigerator for some ingredients to create a suitable meal for you.

♡ “oh right, sorry princess,” he says and carries you to a cushioned chair near the dinner table, of course you could jump off the counter and walk to the seat yourself but you both like it when he babied you.

♡ after just a minute of searching through the refrigerator he closes his with a sigh, “do you wanna order something sugarplum?” he said and you smiled and nodded your head.

♡ “yes daddy,” you spoke and his chest hums in glee seeing your joy laced in your voice, he allowed you to order whatever food you wanted on your food delivery app since he wasn’t an expert at those things.

♡ a thing about ari is that he was so old fashioned, he didn’t have a computer to organize all his files because he had numerous drawers and file cabinets to keep all his important documents.

♡ his portable device was a flip phone and as much as you teased him for it he didn’t bulge at taking interest in any technological advances to his life.

♡ “is that all you want sweetheart? you don’t want anything else for the night?” ari spoke as he poured you a glass of ice cubed strawberry mint water from a glass pitcher, setting the cup in front of you as you scrolled through your phones feed.

♡ you smile up at him as you take the glass, “can we make cookies?” you ask before raising the glasses rim to your lips and taking a sip of the cold minty berry water.

♡ “didn’t you order a dessert on the app?” he asked and you shook your head no, the dessert options the restaurant of your choice didn’t really have anything that sparked interest to your midnight cravings.

♡ “don’t you think it’s a bit late to bust open the flour and sugar baby?” he said and a naughty smile grazes your lips at his question.

♡ “daddy it’s never too late to bust open anything if you put your mind to it,” your smooth voice spoke as you got off your seat to walk to the refrigerator, possessing a bit of flounce to your hips.

♡ you opened the stainless steel door handle and grabbed the large bar of nestle tollhouse cookie dough, closing the door behind you you walk to the island and place it in front of ari.

♡ if you both weren't doing it from scratch then this was the only option.

♡ he still stares down at it while you prepare the oven to preheat, getting out the cooking spray, parchment and cookie tray, “what’s wrong daddy?”

♡ “that’s big baby,” he said, his eye’s proximate on how many chocolate chip cookies the large bar could make but he doesn’t notice the naughty smirk that crosses your lips again until his eyes move up towards yours.

♡ “I know daddy but it isn’t as big as you,” ari’s face blushes at those words but before he can recollect any thoughts or get his hands on your insatiable figure of your moving skirt turns away to grab a knife, diminishing all his thoughts he rushes to take it away from you.

♡ “daddy can do this part, you can roll the dough in balls. can you do that princess?” ari softly asks, cutting open the bar he cuts even slices then cuts the thick circular prism in half to have you roll them both into spheres.

♡ “of course daddy but only if you can let me lick yours after we’re done with this,” you say getting straight to work with rolling the cold dough in your palms but only after brushing your ass against his thigh.

♡ ari couldn’t help his face from flushing into a crimson rose, feeling his pants tightening around his hardening erection at your shameless proclamations and actions.

♡ but it didn’t have him distracted from the task at hand or from quickly smacking your ass, commanding you to behave for him.

♡ and you did, kept your dirty remarks to yourself as you placed the spheres of cookie dough in a correct distance from each other in rows on the cookie tray.

♡ you both decided that ten cookies after a bit of a banter between you and him as you used your puppy eyes on him to make the whole tube but he set the discussion to an end with a compromise.

♡ the compromise being that he’d let you stay up and watch whatever movie you want with him as you had your take out and cookies, adding your additional requests to the compromise that there better be lots of cuddles and kisses.

♡ he slides your hot pink baking oven mitts with the mini stitched cupcakes on them and popped the cookie tray in the hot oven.

♡ turning to your figure sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the island setting the kitchen timer for twelve minutes and placing it down beside you.

♡ ari prepares the cooling rack and spatula for when the cookies are done, not noticing your neediness and attention seeking grabs at his collar and hair.

♡ “daddy,” you mutter, that bratty persona becoming clearer with each of your restless limbs and pouting lips attempting to grab his attention.

♡ “yes princess?” he spoke, his eyes moving towards yours to set sight of your signature doe eyes he knows so well.

♡ those doe eyes you give him when your bare and desperate underneath him.

♡ scratching crescent moons on his back, moaning so sweetly for him as he thrusts his cock in and out of your velvety pussy.

♡ you don’t say anything though, all you do is part your legs and his eyes darken once they set sight of your wet core open on display under your skirt.

♡ those same lust blown eyes dart down and meet your small peach colored panties crumbled on the floor underneath your dangling socked feet.

♡ before he can even do anything, before having the chance to rip that skirt off your body or getting on his knees and lick your tangy slicked folds the doorbell interrupts him.

♡ remembering your take-out, annoyance captivates ari but he smirks at the opportunity to tease you as you did him.

♡ so instead of ignoring the delivery person he walks away from your weeping cunt and gaped mouth to get the door.

♡ returning with your food and to your glossy pout your whines and grabs for him become more demanding and louder as he takes his sweet time taking each plastic take-out container and brown bag filled with food out of the delivery bag to the table.

♡ “daddy!” your bratty calls for him but he just ignores as he takes out plates and napkins for you and him, setting them to look their best on the dinner table.

♡ organizing the plastic containers and bags of food in between your plates he finally turns and walks to you, grabbing your waist you smirk thinking you got what you wanted but it disappears when the following words leave his mouth.

♡ “dinner time princess,” his smirk is more arrogant than yours and it only widens as you glare up at him, you’re so cute when you don’t get what you want.

♡ “you don’t want dinner princess?” he asked and you nodded your head, ari’s brow quirks in amusement.

♡ “then what do you want then princess?” it wasn’t a question, more so a demand to have the brat in his arms to speak on what she wants.

♡ you cross your arms and turn your head away from him, setting your angry sight on anything besides ari which he doesn’t permit as he grabs your jaw firmly in hands and shifts your sight to him.

♡ “speak up dolly. good girls get whatever they ask for, brats get nothing,” he spoke and your glare doesn’t ease one bit but your answer is mumbled to softly and lowly for ari to hear, your attitude only adding only the impatience ari has for you in this situation.

♡ “i’m sorry princess,” ari spoke before gripping your ass in a rough harsh handleful, “but daddy didn’t hear you. can daddy’s little dumb brat speak up? or does daddy have to give his dumb baby dinner and send her to bed with no cookies and cock?”

♡ the growl that rolled off his lips hit against the shell of your ear as his fingertips dig sharply into the raw warm plushness of your ass, your breath staggered but the wetness that pools your pleasure seeking core doesn’t lessen.

♡ “I want daddy please. please can I have it daddy?” you whimper, your voice meek and fragile and nothing like the cocky brat that teased him both verbally and physically moments ago.

♡ “you’ve been making jokes on daddy’s cock and balls since I let you make your cookies and now when you're on the receiving end of the joke you can’t properly tell daddy you want it?”

♡ his voice was rough and course, his hands that smack and grope your ass hold the same fierceness as he picks you up before slamming your back against the metal of the refrigerator.

♡ hearing the little breathy whine when his fingers purposely glide through your folds, his smirk darkens as your wetness coats his thick fingers.

♡ “oh, does my spoiled brat want daddy’s fingers? or does my spoiled brat want daddy’s cock?” he whispered as his head snakes in the crook of your neck.

♡ nibbling the tender skin under your ear that practically makes you cream against his stroking fingers.

♡ “I want your cock daddy! please, daddy! I need it!” your voice is a combination of whimpers and moans, the sound of it music to his ears.

♡ before he can give you another teasing stroke at your needy puffy folds, or command you to unbuckle his belt the timer for the cookies goes off.

♡ ari’s dark smirk shadows his face and you let out a whine knowingly the results of the night.

♡ it was going to take a while until you’ll get what you want and ari will partake in the satisfying discipline to teach you a lesson on misbehaving.

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Guardian Angel - Part 8

Daryl Dixon x Reader

(Warnings: smut, smut, a bit of fluff, smut and uh… oh right! Smut:3)

You yawned as you pulled up your pants, trying to be as quiet as possible, and you thought you succeeded, that is until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. You had somehow managed to wake up before Daryl, or maybe he was just extra tired yesterday, but anyway you wanted to get the most out of the day before you went on a run with Maggie, you both had agreed on going to an old department store a little ways from the prison, not too far away, 15 minutes on foot, 10 if you were chased by lunatics or walkers. You leaned into Daryl’s touch, humming low in satisfaction, enjoying the sensation it gave you when he gave your shoulder a gentle kiss, moving his way up your neck “mornin’” he grumbled in that tired, morning voice that just sounded so amazing, it lit everything inside of you on fire. You turned around in his arms and smiled up at him “good morning, sorry if I woke you up” you kissed his lips briefly before turning around and looking for your shirt.

“Nah ya didn’t, wasn’t really sleepin’, just wanted to watch you get dressed” you scoffed at him, trying to look stern but it only came off as amused, which you were “perv” you mumbled as you threw his pants at him, which he pulled on, smirking like the stupid, lovable idiot he was. You rolled your eyes at him, finding your shirt and pulling it on, much to his disappointment, but then again he didn’t want everyone to see what he got to see every night, and day.

“Why’re you up so early anyway?” he mumbled as he looked for his shirt, looking like a lost puppy until you easily found it, picked it up and held it out in front of him “got a run with Maggie, remember? We’re going to that old department store down the road” he took the shirt handed to him and threw it on, and now it was your turn to be dissapointed, but his argument went for you as well, he was so beautiful, you had even gotten a glimpse of his scars, but you never asked, you wanted him to tell you when he was ready, not when he was forced to.

“That dump? Looked pretty fucked up, like it’d gone to shit” you hummed low in response, pulling on your socks and shoes before turning around to face him, “maybe that means people haven’t gotten to it yet, anyway, I’ll see you later today, before dinner at least, it shouldn’t take too long, but don’t be worried if we’re not back, maybe Maggie and I are gonna camp out, have a girls night out and get away from all the gray walls and prison beds, get a taste of real nature” you said the last part in your best southern accent, hearing him scoff in response, making you grin amused, “hell, maybe we’ll even go bar hopping” this caught his attention “you sure you don’t want me comin’?” you laughed low as he pulled you closer to him by your hips “nah, we’re good, they need you here, my handsome archer” you kissed him briefly before turning away, leaving him wanting more, which clearly worked by the way he groaned in annoyance as you moved away, “I washed your arrows they’re by your shoes, oh and your knife as well, had bits of dead squirrel guts on it, it’s next to the arrows” you picked up your backpack and went outside, going to Maggie’s cell to see if she was ready.

You were about to say something when you walked in on a very relieved Maggie and Glenn, both turning to you with relief in their eyes “oh uh, sorry should I leave or...?”

“No, no it’s okay I was just packin’, I’ll meet you outside?” you nodded and left them be, walking outside and waiting by the gate, seeing Carol walk towards you, probably for guard duty. “Hey Carol” you greeted, giving her a brief hug, being careful with the rifle on her shoulder, she had really gotten good with those “guard duty?” she nodded with a small ‘mhm’ before looking up at the sky “just hope it’s not gonna rain later, don’t like those clouds in the distance” she pointed out, making you look towards a bundle of grey clouds in the distance, a grimace making it’s way onto your face “ah shit, my hair’s gonna get wet” you mumbled, making Carol laugh “what’re you laughin’ about? You can’t get frizzy hair!” you gently slapped her shoulder as you both laughed, Maggie jogging up and joining you “hey Carol, (Y/N), you ready?” you nodded, the two of you saying goodbye to Carol and making your way outside the prison, heading down the road towards the store.

“So, I don’t want to pry but-”

“Yes you do” Maggie retorted, making the two of you giggle before you continued “but, are you and Glenn okay? You both looked like you were on cloud nine or something” Maggie shrugged, a smile still on her lips as she answered “we just had a scare is all, thought I was pregnant, turns out I wasn’t” she explained, and you nodded, eyes fixed on the road ahead of you “ah I see, good thing you’re not, I mean not that I wouldn’t be happy for you if you were but-... I just-...” you cut yourself off, looking at the ground as you walked, biting your lip as thoughts you didn’t want to think invaded your mind “hey, it’s alright, I ain’t pregnant and even if I was, Lori was… in a bad situation when her water broke, here, I wouldn’t be” you nodded at her words, your eyes still downcast. Maggie had been there for you after Lori died, you remember seeing her walk out with that baby in her arms, covered in blood and shaking, she had sort of replaced Lori, not that you ever could forget her, but Maggie had gotten close to you, being there for you, he was with Lori when she gave birth, she helped her with it, it felt nice to be around her, since she had been one of the last people to see her.

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You let out a groan as you waited by a window next to the entrance to the department store, your hair was wet and sticking to your face, your clothes soaked and you swore you had more water in your shoes than what hit the ground, so it was a relief when no walker responded to the banging on the window and the two of you made your way inside, quickly shutting the door and barricading it, just for good measure. You got out your flashlight and turned it on, thankful the water hadn’t soaked through your backpack and left it untouched. You moved the flashlight around as Maggie did the same, examining the shelves and the rest of the store, securing it before the two of you could relax. As you made your way towards the back room you stopped her, signaling her to be quiet and listen, as you both did, you heard grumbling and growling from inside the store room, “it’s probably trapped” Maggie mumbled, slowly moving towards it with her flashlight while you put yours away and instead got out your knife, Maggie’s hand slowly going for the door leading to the backroom, opening it and pushing the door open to see a walker trapped under a bookcase, it looked like someone slammed it down onto it, trapping it on purpose, or there could have been an earthquake and this person just happened to be by the bookshelf when it fell.

Either way you made your way over to it as Maggie kept her flashlight pointed at it, allowing you light as you put your knife through it’s skull, killing it, “well, I think that’s it” you mumbled as you wiped off the walker blood on your pants, cringing at the sight but still doing it. Maggie moved over to a lightswitch on the wall, switching it and like a miracle, the lights turned on, leaving you two grinning like little school girls at what should be something completely normal.

You peeked your heads out at the rest of the store, seeing the lights on as well, except the places where the roof had collapsed, that is. The two of you went from shelf to shelf, packing anything of value, but when you heard Maggie squeal you all but dropped something, running to her to see her holding up something very… unusual… for this new world. She was grinning like an idiot as she held up some lacy lingerie, leaving you stunned “the hell is that doing in a department store?” you got closer, inspecting the red lace amazed, Maggie however just shrugged “I don’t know, maybe someone forget it after closing time” she winked at you, making you scoff at what she was implying, you held it up to examine it further, it was dusty, so it had been there for quite a while, but it was in good condition otherwise “you should keep it!” you stared wide eyes at the brunette who smirked at you, “it’s your size! Daryl will love it, and you’d look amazing in it!” you blushed and thought it over, before shaking your head “n-no I don’t know, it could have like, germs on it, or something” Maggie gave you a ‘please don’t be serious’ look, which made you rethink it before throwing it in you backpack “what the hell, it’s the end of the world” you mumbled, making Maggie squeal again, which caused you to giggle like a little school girl, which you very much felt like right now.

The two of you continued looking around, eventually deciding that you picked up everything you could carry, plus your little ‘gift’ to Daryl, and headed back outside, it was still raining but not as much.

The two of you made it back to the prison in record time, giggling and shoving and nudging each other the whole way, laughing as the two of you talked about how exactly you thought that made it into a department store no less, each theory dirtier than the last. As you arrived back you hugged Carol who opened the gate for you, seeing her grin “well, someone’s happy” she noted, you and Maggie exchanging looks as she went off to another watchtower, probably to meet up with Glenn. You grinned as Carol walked you through the courtyard and into the prison, the two of you saying goodbye as you went into the cell you shared with Daryl, taking off your backpack and beginning to unpack, noting everything you had brought back down in a little book you had, including Daryl’s ‘gift’, as you labeled it. You packed the recent supplies with the others before going back to your cell, Daryl was probably out somewhere, maybe hunting, or just on watch.

You bit your lip as you quickly, or at least as quickly as possible, changed into the lingerie and put your clothes back on, tearing out some paper from your notebook and leaving a message from Daryl, telling him to meet you in the old washing room, where the inmates used to wash their clothes, before taking off with a certain skip in your step, which didn’t go unnoticed by those you passed.

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You hummed low as you studied the washing room, maybe you could actually get this place up and running, it would be nice to have clean clothes, hell right now even dry clothes would do for you, since yours were still a bit damp. You’d need to get power, that’s for sure, at least enough to get at least the washing machine going, didn’t need to be all of them, maybe you could have a look at where the prison generated it’s power, you were no mechanic but you knew the basics, maybe it still had some juice left in it, you never know.

You were brought out of your thoughts by feet shuffling closer, your head turning and seeing none other than your favorite, and only, archer, walking towards you as he put his crossbow down on a table, his hands finding your hips as he leaned down and kissed you “what’s up? Got your note” he mumbled as you both parted, and you swore your own grin split your face in two “I have a gift for you” he raised a brow, half expecting you to pull out a little box wrapped in wrapper paper with a little bow on, but what he did NOT expect was for you to take a step back and begin to strip for him, not that he is complaining, mind you, but he definitely didn’t expect that, or what he saw underneath, his eyes widening and his tongue peeking out to wet his lips subtly.

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As he didn’t say anything you slowly started to get more insecure, why wasn’t he saying anything? Did you look stupid? Maybe this was a bad idea… he probably just wanted to relax and here you were horny as hell. You chewed your lip nervously as you stood there, the room cold and you had no way of getting warm, at least you thought so, you considered putting your damp clothes back on, moving to pick them up when suddenly you were pushed against a nearby wall.

His hands instantly went to your hips, pushing you further up against the wall, making your face flush at how much you liked it. Slowly but surely Daryl had begun to be less careful, realizing that you wouldn’t break if he handled you wrong, and you loved every second of it, you loved how confident he was, how he could manhandle you one second and gently kiss your shoulders the next, it was incredible. You were brought out of your train of thought by his hand gently cupping your jaw, making you look at him, a perfect example to display what you had thought about just moments earlier. You both just stared at each other for a while, and for some reason it got you even more excited, the way he held your jaw formly but still careful, how dark his eyes had gotten, his pupils blown by lust as he stared down at you, how his lips were slightly parted, oh god how you wanted to kiss those lips.

Finally, after what felt like years, he leaned down and your lips met, moving in sync as his hands moved up your body, feeling your skin and curves. His hands continued up to your lace covered breasts, cupping them and squeezing them, toying with them as he pleased and it made you moan, god did it make you moan, you probably sounded like a porn star, except your moans were real, you weren’t faking any part of it, and Daryl LOVED it, he loved the effect he had on you, and it brought out a whole other side of him. While you were lost in thought his knee separate your legs, one hand coming down to lift it up, hooking it around his hip so he could press himself further against you, making you moan once again “Daryl” your voice was barely above a whisper, a breathless prayer, and he heard you, you didn’t need to say anything else, and even if you did you couldn’t, you felt like you lost all breath when his hand moved down your stomach, rubbing tight circles on your clit through the lacy underwear.

You leaned your head against the wall, hands clutching his shoulders, supporting you, if you didn’t have such a tight grip on him, or him on you, you’d probably end up on your ass. He pressed himself against you again, mercilessly working his will on your clit and within minutes you felt that knot tightening in your stomach, with every move of his fingers you got closer, just a bit longer, just a bit more and-

“Daryl!” you scolded, seeing him remove his hand from your clit, your new lacy underwear so wet that it had even made his fingers a bit damp “what the hell I was about to cum” you whined, but seeing him smirk, not affected in the slightest by your protest, it just turned you on more “I know, but I wanna feel you when you do” your face flushed at his words. So that thing about him becoming someone else when he let loose? Yeah, Daryl talked when you two were at it, and you suppose it’d make sense, he was normally so quiet so when he relaxed, no matter in what way, he’d feel comfortable enough to talk, instead of just keeping quiet, at least that was what you had experienced. Before you could even process his words he zipped down his pants, turned you around so your cheek was against the wall, and all but ripped down your underwear to your thighs, his left hand coming down between your legs, feeling how soaked you were, and he moaned, you swear, him moaning was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard, it was a rarity that only you got to see, and that just made it even better.

“Damn girl, I barely touched you and you’re soaking” he groaned as he took another swipe through your folds, this time it was your turn to moan. He hummed low at the sound of your moan and leaned closer, his lips by your ear as he teased you with the tip of his cock, slowly sliding it between your folds, almost entering, but never entering you completely, it made you whine but you knew that wouldn’t help “what? You want me? You want my cock, say it” he bit your ear roughly, not enough to make you bleed but definitely enough to make a shiver run down your spine and make you shudder “please Daryl, please I want you so badly” you looked at him over your shoulder, seeing him smirk proudly before slowly pushing into you, the two of you moaning at the sensation, even as he was just still inside of you, not moving. You moved your hips back on him, the movement catching him off guard and his breath shuddered, hands gripping your breasts as he met your hips with his own, soon the only sounds that filled the guard tower was moaning and sounds of skin slapping against skin, the sound of your ass hitting his hip with every thrust. Soon though his hands gripped your hips and he held you still as he continued to pound into you, you barely had time to moan, your mouth open in a silent ‘oh’ as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten already, he really knew how to use what he had.

Soon you closed your eyes as tightly as you could, trying to get a grip on the wall but it was futile, it was too smooth, you had nothing to hold on to, at least you didn’t, not until you felt a pair of hands let go of your breasts and intertwining his finger with yours from behind, holding your hands as he pinned them to the wall in front of you. You moaned loudly as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, hearing him groan behind you as he left sloppy kisses all along your neck and jawline, his hips stuttering and before he could pull out he came, though none of you really realized fully, both of you just trying to remember how breathe now. After a while however, his hands left yours to move away from you, pulling out of you and putting himself away, he picked up your clothes and helped you put your underwear on, then helped you sit down on a nearby table, as you could barely stand now, your legs still slightly shaking.

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You looked up at him lazily, smiling when he caught your gaze, and you allowed yourself to lean up and kiss him softly, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you back, handing you your shirt afterwards, as well as your pants, socks and shoes, helping you put those on as well, even though you were more than capable, despite your post-orgasm bliss. You loved this side of him, the caring, protective, ‘I’m gonna take care of you even though you don’t need it because I want to’ side of him, not a lot of people got to see it, you knew Carol was one of them, then you, and whenever he was around little baby Judith, but other than that, he was pretty closed off about this side of him, and it was wonderful to observe it when it did pop up. Afterwards he stood up, standing between your legs and you couldn’t help yourself, you gently cupped his face in both of your hands, just admiring him, seeing the tips of his ears grow red, knowing you were admiring him, but he let you, he didn’t look away, and it made your heart swell.

You bit your lip as you thought about doing something you weren’t sure he would be on board with, but you wanted to, you really wanted to, and if it ended things, then you’d have some of the beautiful memories of your life to keep you going. You sighed gently, still admiring him before leaning up and kissing him, feeling him kiss you back, making you smile into the kiss. As you parted, you never went far, your lips still brushing against each other as you did the one thing you’d been holding back with since you got to know him, the one thing you were so scared of admitting, especially in this new world, but then again, you never knew when you’d die, when you’d ever have the chance again.

“I love you” it was barely a whisper, but he heard it, you could feel his body tense up, and it made you nervous, but you tried not to show it, tried not to let him see how scared you were of what he was going to say, how he was going to react. He gave a low hum, like he wasn’t really present, and you were about to lean away, maybe you had been too quick, maybe this wasn’t what he was after, you got ready for the rejection when he pulled you closer to him and kissed you, this time more slowly and carefully, like he was scared that one second you’re here and the next you’re not, so he wanted to savour it for as long as possible. After a while you finally parted again, "I'll see you later" he mumbled and that was it, or so you thought, before he turned around and left the room you heard the faintest;

“I love you too”

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon x Reader #TWD Fanfic

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Lights were blaring, music blasting, sweaty bodies grinding against eachother. A hand touches Peter waist, lips attach themselves to his neck. A man, his name is James? What a strange name. A hot name. A perfect name for such a hot man. Moans escape him. Lips continue to assault his neck, a hand pulls him towards the exit

"Is this okay?"

That voice. If you could fall in love with voices, Peter would be walking down the aisle.

"yes"

8 years later

“Olly James Parker! Hurry up, you don't want to be late for your aunts! You know what MJ did last time.” Peter shudders remembering about how MJ purposely put sand in his salad the last time they were late. The quick patter of soft feet can be heard from the landing upstairs and suddenly a small boy dressed in overalls appears at the top of the stairs, a mop of brown curls covering his left eye.

"Where are we going daddy? Are we going to that fancy place Auntie Shuri took us last week? I didn't like that place, the big red things had strange eyes and the plates. They were, they were too big," The boy made huge over the top circles with his arms. Peter had to agree though, the plates were bloody huge, "I like the cafe Auntie MJ takes us too. I like Kath. She's nice. The pink doughnuts are my favourite" Peter listened to his son rant on about how pink doughnuts are his favourite from Cafe Asgard for about 5 minutes before speaking up.

"There's no need to worry babe, Auntie MJ is picking the place I think. Shuri and MJ had bet on who stole more of the others clothes, turns out it was Shuri and then Shuri, being the competitive bitch she is decided to try and seduce -" Realising he was wandering off appropriate topics for a 7 year old, and that he'd slipped up twice in that story. He looks down to realise he's probably safe as the boy is still going on about how the sprinkles are the right amount of hard. "Go get your shoes on bud"

"Ok" and with that Olly ran down the hall, curls bouncing with every step.

Peter couldn't help but admire his son. About how he was an exact copy of him, from the hair to the freckles scattered across his body. Olly carried his and his dad's intelligence and needed to figure out how stuff works. He was a total clone. Well, almost. He had his eyes. Those beautiful steel blue eyes, the ones that looked at him with so much passion that night. Peter cried when Olly opened his eyes for the first time, realising that he's going to have to be reminded of the man he fell in love with, the man who left him alone and pregnant in his bed, everyday for the rest of his life. He's going to be reminded of James.

Peter is pulled out of his thoughts by a small hand tugging his jacket.

"Come on daddy, I hear a horn honking outside. I don't want Aunties MJ & Shuri to be mad at me" Olly says, looking at his father with huge eyes, genuinely scared of angering his impatient aunts. Resisting the urge to coo, He crouches down in front of his son and wraps him in a hug.

"Oh buddy, they'd never be mad at you...me though, that's a different story. So on that note, chop chop, I'm quite fond of my head" Peter stands up from his crouched position, takes Olly's hand and walks out the front door

"-and the dinosaur was big and green with spik-"

"Ok Olls, I think that's enough of that story. Why don't we head inside" Peter said, holding a tight smile on his face. He unbuckled Olly and headed inside, followed closely by MJ and Shuri. MJ instantly headed towards their usual table beside the window while Shuri made her way into the queue where she instantly started talking to a brown haired man. 'Must be a friend from work' Peter thought. He crouched down to Olly’s level, "Why don't you go get a table with Auntie MJ and Auntie Shuri and I will order the food? You want a pink doughnut and a strawberry and banana milkshake, right?" Olly nodded and ran off towards MJ.

Peter took a moment to think about how he got to this very moment, about how he ended up having Olly. He thought back to the morning after. He woke up alone. James just slept with him, got up early in the morning and left without a word. Peter had to show himself out of his house. There was no note, no contact number, no nothing. All there was was a growing fetus and Peter who couldn't get the man with steel blue eyes and godlike voice out of his head. It was clear that he wanted nothing to do with Peter so in return, Peter decided that he didn't need him. That he can raise Olly by himself without another person. It helped that he had a big family and money was never an issue, seeing as his dad owns the biggest tech company in the world and his pops is a captain in the army. Sure he thought about going back to the flat, seeing if James felt the same way about him as he did. He wondered if Bucky would raise Olly with him, if they could be a family. He's shaken from his thoughts by his phone binging in his pocket.

Pulling it out of his pocket, he sees a message from his pops.

‘hey pete, do you know how to activate that protocol you used to wake us up with? Monster ear or something? dads fell asleep in his locked lab again. thanks, have a good day petey. love you x’

Peter lets out a chuckle when he reads the message. Trust his dad to forget to unlock the lab door. He starts to make his way over to where Shuri is holding their place in the line, typing back a reply to his pops.

“-and then glenn tried to make me take out her copies, like who does she think i am - oh, Pete there you are. I thought you got lost on your way over. Here meet my boss, Bucky, he knows all about yo - get off your phone it's rude” Shuri says, getting annoyed by his ignorance.

“Yeah, yeah. My pops is asking about commands again. I swear he never stops” he says, putting his phone into his back pocket and looking at Shuri. Peter was yet to look at the man in front of him, too busy giving Shuri a death glare.

“It's a pleasure to meet you Peter, Shuris told me a lot about you. She tells me almost daily about your latest mix up, I must say you have a lot.”

Peter freezes

Time stops

It's that voice, the voice he fell in love with. That deep and gruff voice with the right amount of softness on the edges. It's like music, the voice of angels.

He slowly turns his head to look at the man in front of him, watches as his eyes widen upon getting a full view of his face, realising washing over him.

Everything around them become background noise

The only people left in the cosy cafe are them, scrap that actually, the only people in the whole world are them.

They must be zoned out for a while because suddenly Shuris snapping her fingers in between them. Peter's cheeks flush a dark scarlet and he closes his mouth which must have fallen open.

“Peter, you have no idea how much I - fuck, Ive thought about this moment for so long, and I - god, I dont know what to say” Peters eyes snap back up to meet those eyes, those pools of steel blue. They haven't left his mind for years, haunted him around any corner he tried to turn.

Thats when he realised, he was in love with him. He loved James, he hasn't seen him for years, met him once before that, but fuck, he loved him.

“I-uh - I…”

“Daddy, whos this? His eyes look like mine. Isn’t that funny?” Olly comes over and stands next to his father, looking up at, well, his other father. Bucky looks down at Olly, then back up to Peter, then back down to Olly. You can practically see the gears turning in his head, probably trying to figure out who this is, probably piecing it together slowly. Peter gulps and then looks down at Olly.

“Olly, I told you to stay with Auntie MJ. You know what happened last ti -” Peters cut off for what feels like the 50th time today.

“How old are you kid?” His voice is shaking

“Don’t answer that”

“Whos your other daddy?”

“Don't answer that either, go back to Aun-”

“Answer me, how old are you kid?”

Olly is slightly hiding behind Shuris leg, not quite sure what to do.

“You can’t just go around asking people you've slept with and then left alone to clean up the pieces with not even a contact number or note or anything’s kids how old they are, what is wrong with you?!”

Something flashes across Buckys face, regret and hurt, but they quickly go back to rage. Steel blue eyes turning into a stormy grey, like a storm at sea.

“I can if they may be my child!”

“That doesn't make it right!”

“For god's sake, stop being so difficult-”

“I’m being difficult? Do you hear yours-”

“I do funnily enough -”

They’re interrupted by a small voice

“Im almost eight…”

Both they’re heads snap round, looking at the source of the voice. There they see Olly holding up 8 fingers. Tears well up in James’ eyes, the final piece clicking into the jigsaw

“Hes my son..” Its barely above a whisper. Peter lets out a defeated sigh

“Yeah, he's your son”

Slowly James crouches down to Olly's level. Olly looks him over, analyses him as if he's trying to figure out what's inside this man. It's scary that Bucky has the exact same look on his face. Eyebrows furrowed, steel eyes cloudy. It makes Peter's heart let out small flutters.

“Hey there kiddo, Im, well im your papa.” Olly takes a second to process what's just been said before running into his papas arms. Tears are streaming down his face. Both their faces. Scrap that, tears are running down most of the people in the cafe’s faces.

“I've always wanted a papa, daddy always used to say that you went on a mission to space and that its taking a while. But he always said you’ll be back.”

“Did he now?” Bucky looks into his eyes and all is said in that look.

He was going to do whatever it takes to be a part of this family, to be with the man he loves and their son.

And Peter wouldn't have it any other way.

“Whats a bitch papa?”

Shuri cackles, an old lady gasps and Bucky's eyes widen comically

fuck.

#peter parker #winterspider #bucky barnes #tony stark #avengers #superfamily #steve rogers #marvel #stony #cute #shuri #papa #sad #sadbeautifultragic

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Callisto (Full Prologue)

Prologue Part One - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Bit 4 | Bit 5 Part Two - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3

When I first started this story, I was of two minds whether to put all of the prologue at the front or scatter it throughout the fic. I started with 700-odd words of it and drove into the body.

It fast became obvious that I really needed to build a lot more into the prologue as the OCs were empty shells and I needed to explain the story behind them and why Jeff is so determined.

So at the end of Part Two, I stopped and went back. This is the result. Nearly 5000 words of Jeff Tracy landing on Mars. It can stand as its own story, but it definitely leads into the planned events for the novel, Callisto. Either way I hope you enjoy it. Be aware that the first 500 words or so may be familiar as they were part of the original version. Don’t worry, the rest is new.

Of course, many, many thanks to @tsarinatorment @scribbles97 and @janetm74 for all the amazing support and help with this fic. Plus @onereyofstarlight my go to science officer on this voyage. You guys are absolutely amazing and I couldn’t have done this without you ::massive group hug::

Now this is done, I can finally go back to writing the novel chronologically. I have to say that this is going to be one hell of a ride.

No warnings needed.

-o-o-o-

2033

“Another boy?”

Jeff grinned. “Yeah. Another one.” He couldn’t help but stare at the photo that had landed on his screen as a good luck token from Earth.

He did of course, know about Lucille going into labour the night before and it was for that reason he hadn’t had the sleep he probably should have pre-history making Mars landing. But honestly, to get this signal from that little blue planet a good eight months away…his heart swelled…his beautiful baby boy had a shock of red hair that screamed their Irish ancestry down through the hundreds of years since their family had left the old world.

Lucille sat holding him, looking tired but ever so proud. Her dark hair was tied back and the sparkle in her eyes brought a lump into his throat. Her mother, pink hair and all, sat beside his wife holding his two eldest boys on her lap. Scott had his hand on Virgil’s arm as the now second youngest reached over towards his baby brother, a frown of concentration on his face.

“He’s beautiful.”

Jeff startled a little. Berry was breaking regs and leaning over the back of Jeff’s pilot couch, her straps unfastened. The cockpit was pretty snug in the lander, most of the room taken up with safety equipment and interfaces, leaving little for the padded personnel support.

He shot an eyebrow in her direction and she smiled a dare back at him. The astrogeologist wasn’t one for breaking the rules, she just liked to taunt him a little.

Ju, in contrast, was checking her harness was secure a second time. “Creating your own crew, Tracy?” Her auburn eyes smirked at him. “Aiming to replace us?”

He grinned. “Could be.” Dare he mention that his four-year-old eldest could already name all the controls in this cockpit? His grin widened. “But we can’t replace the first person to set foot on Mars, now can we?”

Berry snorted, a little abashed. But it was, after all, her part to play once they made touchdown. The words had been rehearsed, the order of exit decided. For very specific reasons, the first human on Mars was going to be Kate Berrenger.

Berry had worked her ass off to make this mission a reality. Her specialisation onboard was astrogeologist, but honestly it was far more. The woman was talent on legs. It was she who had designed much of the equipment they were deploying on the surface, she who had hunted and gathered the funding, she who had put in the sweat and tears to make this work. And Ju wasn’t far behind. The two of them were quite a powerhouse pair. Jeff considered himself and Lee lucky to have been chosen for this mission. Of course, he’d known Berry for a very long time, worked with her for most of it, but it wasn’t a given that the team that had helped populate the moon would also be the first on Mars.

“Given how many life support pods we’re dragging down there, I bet your boys could drop by in about thirty years or less.”

“You gonna put your money where your mouth is, Berry?” The thought was tantalising. Not to put pressure on any future careers – Lucy would kill him – but he would hope that at least one out of three might follow in his footsteps.

Maybe?

He turned around and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted. “Major Tracy, tell your team to secure. Two minutes to separation.” Sinclair was his usual grumpy, nervous self.

“Roger that, Orbiter Control.”

He glared at Berry and the redhead bit her lip with a smile, green eyes dancing, before sitting back and strapping herself in preparation for the sequence.

She didn’t stop smiling though.

“So watcha gonna name him?” Lee prodded him with his eyebrows from beside Jeff.

A last glance at the photo before he returned to separation prep, fingers tight in his gloves. “Are you going to remember this one?” An eye in the engineer’s direction.

“Sure.”

Running his fingers over the controls, Jeff ran through pre-flight. “Name my eldest.”

Lee grunted, his eyes darting away. “Not important right now.” A flick of a switch. “I’m green across the board.”

“A-ok.” Jeff ran through the last sequence of checks…and ran them again…for luck. “Orbiter Control, we are green for separation.”

“Roger that, Cornerstone. Separation in sixty seconds on my mark.” A breath. “Mark.” Another pause. “Good luck.”

And the countdown began.

Jeff ran his eyes over everything again. The great ship that had journeyed so far from home was preparing to split in half. The lander at the top of the vessel was to pull away from the orbiter and its massive propulsion engines to begin the historic descent to the Martian surface. Eight months in space, so much preparation time and so many sacrifices before that, had all led to this moment.

History in the making.

His eyes combed the readouts watching like a hawk. The computer had control, but computers could only do so much.

Still green across the board.

Quiet, his fingers touched the screen where the photo had been. “John Glenn Tracy.” A breath. “His name is John.”

Displays shifted as the countdown hit zero and machinery grunted. The Cornerstone drifted apart from its propulsion module and floated free far above the red of the Martian surface.

Jeff eyed his instrumentation and sent a prayer to his family back home.

Today was an important day.

-o-o-o-

Lee watched Jeff side-on as he clicked his helmet into place. Taylor was a realist and he knew he wouldn’t be here without the crazy pilot.

It was Jeff’s drive that had gotten them this far. It was like riding a rollercoaster of determination and outright luck. From the Airforce, through space training and their sojourns on Alfie, Lee had tied himself to the man’s coat tails and hadn’t looked back.

God, it had been fun.

Jeff Tracy was a tsunami that crashed through everything and took everyone with him.

And Lee went willingly.

When they had been chosen for this mission it was a dream come true.

The countdown dropped to zero and machinery clunked as the lander separated smoothly from the orbiter. She drifted momentarily before the computer engaged thrusters to push her gently out of orbital alignment.

“We are five by five for atmospheric entry.” The words he uttered were almost rote after so many practise simulations back on Earth.

Atmospheric entry on Mars was considerably different to entry on Earth. Terran atmosphere was more like soup in comparison to the barely-there Martian atmosphere. Still made for a warm entry though, friction was friction after all.

“Trajectory achieved.” Jeff’s voice was confident and firm. As always.

Lee eyed the computer readouts, mentally ticking off procedure as the lander dipped into the outer reaches of the atmosphere and shifted to its entry interface.

Forces wrapped themselves around Lee and his body responded. After so many months of weightlessness, this was going to be a challenge.

“Ready for deceleration burn.”

The landing module sported early entrance stage retro thrusters designed to slow the vehicle to reduce the friction on the spacecraft’s skin. A new innovation that had proven essential in many return trips to the moon in preparation for the creation of a habitable dome on the satellite.

And here they were attempting to do something similar on Mars.

Cornerstone shook as her thrusters engaged exactly on time.

The craft roared.

Lee revelled in it.

“Three minutes to subsonic.”

“I really hate this bit.” It was barely heard above the commotion.

Lee snorted to himself. Ju was an astronaut in every sense, but she had a thing regarding atmospheric entry and the microscopic bits they could be exploded into if something went wrong.

“We are on track, Ju. Not a thing to worry about.” His voice reassurance itself, Jeff could sell the moon cheese if he so felt like it.

“Orbiter to Cornerstone. Tracy, we have a problem.”

Lee blinked. Sinclair’s voice was ominous.

“Orbiter, detail?”

“Cornerstone, weather has kicked up on the landing site. We have a developing dust storm. Looks to be a big one.”

“Orbiter, we are fixed for descent. Please advise severity.” Jeff’s tone was frustrated and Lee couldn’t help but echo it.

Data landed in Lee’s console and while Jeff continued to monitor their descent, Lee examined the situation. “We have a category five dust storm developing over the landing site. Orbiter is right, she looks like she could actually do some damage.”

Mars dust storms were generally all gust and no guts. The air density and pressure forced storms that were dramatic to look at, but generally little more than a windy day on planet Earth. This one, however... “It’s an anomaly.”

Jeff’s eyes darted from his console to Lee’s, grey eyes assessing the data. “Ju, your opinion?” They had to make the decision fast. Altering their trajectory now was possible, but fuel was precious. Any extra used now narrowed their safety margin for later.

The meteorologist’s fingers darted over her board. “Unusual strength, I agree.” Lee glanced in her direction as she frowned. “But Cornerstone should be able to handle it.”

“‘Should’ is not a good enough assumption, Zhang.” Jeff was frowning. The lander’s retros cut out as they reached a safe enough velocity to manoeuvre and Jeff’s hands curled around the yoke.

Lee’s finger darted over his board and brought up the outside cameras.

The red planet stretched out before them, her slightly blue tinted atmosphere contrasting against the rust of her surface.

That surface was churning.

Ju was outraged. “How the hell did that develop in the time it took us to separate from Orbiter? She was as calm as a sleeping baby!”

“I don’t care about then, I need now. Zhang, recommendation!”

The woman grunted. “I say go. If you think you can handle it. It is well within Cornerstone’s specs. Your decision, Major.”

Jeff’s lips thinned, his eyes darting across the readouts. A moment and he hit the comms switch. “Orbiter, we are go for landing. We’ve come this far, might as well go all the way.”

“Tracy, are you sure?”

“Humanity never got anywhere taking it easy.” He glanced at Lee. “Hold onto something.”

Cornerstone began her turn, orientating her nose to the sky so her retros could lower her safely to the Martian surface.

Or in Jeff Tracy terms, ‘spinning so she could park her ass’.

As if reading Lee’s mind, the glint in Jeff’s eyes was something to both be wary of and to celebrate.

Out of the four of them, Jeff was the most reckless, the most daring. But as he was the pilot, it sometimes called for it. Jeff had already saved them from becoming just another crater on Earth’s moon by pulling the most unconventional manoeuvre ever seen on the satellite when a landing thruster misfired on approach. The craft had shot off on a completely unpredicted vector that would have ploughed them into moon dust...if Jeff hadn’t reacted as fast as he did. He flipped the craft with its remaining three thrusters and, shedding the majority of their velocity in an energy dump that had Lee’s stomach on the outside, planted their craft like a sack of potatoes.

They had landed roughly, but they had landed alive and Lee was still amazed his friend had been able to do that.

So, if they were going down in a cloud of red dust, Lee was quite happy to have Jeff at the controls.

Not to say that Lee himself wasn’t handy with a spacecraft. He had his own experience to be proud of. He flew, but his realm was more the mechanical. He was here as back up and maintenance.

For those times the Tracy fix wasn’t quite enough.

A sigh. He eyed the billowing clouds below as they rapidly approached. They were history in the making. Whatever happened here today would be taught in schools for decades to come.

He had faith in Jeff. They would land, Berry would take those first important steps on a new planet, say the rehearsed words, and join Neil Armstrong in the halls of fame.

But first they had to get there.

-o-o-o-

Jeff swallowed as the cloud of dust loomed beneath the lander. Numbers scrolled across his console. The computer should be able to handle most of it. Its programming was solid. Lucy had made sure of it.

The thought of his beautiful wife...little Johnny.

Dust swelled and wrapped around their craft and visibility became...bad.

Cornerstone shuddered.

Mars dust was a bastard of a thing. Ever so fine and carrying a tiny electric charge that on occasion interfered with instruments.

This was one of those occasions.

“We have blackout on three primary sensors.” Damn. Two others flickered, the screen fritzing a moment.

His fingers darted over controls in an attempt to compensate for the data loss.

Lee was muttering beside him and stabbing at his board. “Rerouting to back-ups.”

Their screens flickered and cleared somewhat.

Numbers plummeted.

Beyond the blinding dust the digital readout that marked the surface of the planet approached.

Far too fast.

Retros crucial to start the landing sequence did not fire.

Shit.

It took seconds for him to compensate and move to manual, but that was enough for the craft to fall many more metres so, when he did manually trigger the burn, they were lower than they should be.

Cornerstone roared as he pushed more energy into braking.

“Lee, we need primary thrust or we are so much pancake!” Her four landing thrusters were not slowing them enough. The math in his head was churning out a fatal result and their history-making attempt was fast turning into a shitfest. “I need that power now.”

“You have it.” Short and sharp as Lee’s hands darted over his console.

On Jeff’s board the main thruster icon lit up.

It wasn’t meant to be used this way. The main thruster was for launching. It was far more powerful than they needed to land. But if he didn’t slow Cornerstone, she was going to take on a big red rock and lose.

The computer ran calculations and spat numbers out at him.

“Firing main thruster.” The icon flashed, Cornerstone roared and g-forces wrapped around all of them and squeezed.

No one said anything for the second of burn that slowed their descent ever so rapidly. Everything shook, the ship’s superstructure groaning.

Jeff’s eyes tracked their velocity, counting down as the surface of the planet rushed towards them. Visually they couldn’t see it. Virtually it looked ready to slap them in the face.

But the main thruster compensated, slowing the craft just enough for the landing rockets to do their job.

Jeff killed the big one and concentrated on the landers to take the last of their speed.

Cornerstone slowed. Five hundred metres. Four hundred metres. Three hundred metres. Two hundred metres. One hundred metres. Landing struts deployed. Fifty. Thirty. Twe-

The whole ship slammed to a stop, its structure groaning and tilting for a second before righting itself. Alarms began shrieking, red lights flashing all over his board.

What the hell?!

The readout had them stalled nineteen metres ‘above’ the virtual surface. Virtual was obviously not lining up with actual.

Another metallic groan and the ship tilted slightly again. This time it stayed tilted. No doubt a landing strut had taken the brunt and folded.

One red light screamed at him more than the others.

Beside him, Lee confirmed his fears. “We have a fuel leak.”

Shit!

He was unstrapping himself even as the craft groaned again. Something sparked not far away. Lee was a split second behind, listing the reason for the malfunction. The exterior hull, and the mangled landing strut responsible.

A rupture in the external hull. Hell.

Jeff undocked a diagnostic pad and slapped it on his belt.

Martian gravity made itself known. So many months without its native pull, Jeff’s body protested the sudden movement, but they didn’t have time. Precious fuel was escaping.

He hit the ladder leading out of the cockpit at a run, feet locking around the struts and his hands pushing him down. The whole sensation of gravity, but only a third of Earth’s was baffling. His body caught between expectations and stumbling along the way. Ultimately, he partly fell his way down through the access ports, hands grabbing at the railings barely preventing him from colliding with each deck.

Cornerstone’s fuel tanks were attached to her four landers, with a fifth fueling her main launcher.

It was number three that was the problem.

His boots hit decking and he scrambled for the airlock. Beside him Lee had a toolkit and they both barrelled through the door sealing it behind them.

The pumps cycled and the pressure dropped, their suits shifting with the change, and then the elevator was lowering them to the ground.

As the doors opened, they were faced with a wall of swirling dust.

Jeff did his best to ignore it but it fast became a problem. The maintenance tab in his hand was directing him to climb ladders up the side of the vehicle, but he could barely see the tablet, much less the ladders themselves through the red dust.

“Stick close, Lee. I’d hate to lose you in this.”

“Right behind you, Jeff. Wouldna want to lose you either.”

It was simple, but reassuring nonetheless. Fumbling, he found the landing strut. It was skewed in a way that even in the thick swirling haze, he could see was far from the right angle for correct support.

Hooking a foot into the lowest rung, he snagged his friend and urged him up the ladder ahead. If anyone was going to save their asses in this situation, it was Lee.

If Jeff could land it, chances were Lee could fix it. The man could jimmy two sticks and a rubberband into whatever was needed. Hell, he’d done almost exactly that on the moon at least twice.

This was just another challenge. Jeff had landed them, no matter how roughly. Now Lee would be able to fix it.

Jeff clung to that maxim.

But the question wasn’t about skill, it was more about whether or not they were going to damn well be able to see what they needed to see in order to do what needed doing.

Red obscured everything. The speed it was all flying past spoke to his earth senses of gale force winds, but the pressure on his suit was little more than a windy day.

Not enough to affect the spacecraft.

Mars was obviously educating them early that this was not Earth. Not in any way shape or form.

Their clamber up the strut was partly a blind one, but they made it to the damaged side of the craft. Through a mixture of touch and virtual readout, it became clear that the outer hull had buckled, forcing the inner hull into the fuel tank. Most of it had held, but there was a small microfracture and the pressure differences were bubbling solid state fuel into gas at a rate that, if it didn’t deplete the tank, would likely cause an explosion that would solve all their problems with a history-making finality.

Jeff climbed up beside Lee as he fumbled at his tool kit. The tank was dislodged off its mounts, something they would need to remedy later, but it was still inset from the hull.

Jeff put his body in position to block the main flow of the dust and wind, jamming himself up against the still warm hull of his ship.

A little less dust swirled over the bubbling crack and Lee didn’t hesitate. Before Jeff could blink, gell bondtape landed smoothly over the area, the engineer sealing it with an electronic nudge from a set-wand. The electricity lined molecules up like soldiers and locked them in place bonding them to whatever the tape was adhered to. They had used the same stuff on Alfie two years ago when one of their habitats had tried to make one with the lack of lunar atmosphere.

An extremely simple solution for a very dangerous problem.

His heart, still adrenalin-fueled, refused to believe the danger was over.

As if reading Jeff’s thoughts, Lee smirked at him through the haze. “Never leave home without it.” A sigh as he ran a gloved hand over the seal. “This should hold for the short term. Once we are sure the strut is stabilised, I’ll give it a good going over. Hopefully, we can lose this storm in the process.”

Jeff would have liked to claim it couldn’t blow forever, but both of them knew Mars storms could be unpredictable and last for months if they so chose to.

Lee ran a scanner over the strut’s connection to the launcher. How the hell the engineer could see the readouts, Jeff didn’t know.

For all future excursions to the Red Planet, Jeff was going to recommend helmet based heads-up displays.

“She’s safe for now. A little bent, but she isn’t going to fall over. Hopefully, once we get out some of the heavy lifting equipment we can bend her back into shape if we need to.” Lee stood up. “Hull patching is going to be an ass, though.”

Jeff’s lips thinned and he dropped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder. “One thing at a time. We’ve got this, Lee.”

Lee grunted. “How the hell do you keep spinning the optimism, Jeff?”

A snort. “What? You’d prefer doom and gloom?” He shuffled back towards the ladder. “That’s it, Lee, we’re never leaving this god forsaken rock. Welcome to your new home.” He raised up his hands and as if the gods declared him some kind of Moses for that very moment, the dust clouds parted as if they were a red sea of sand. Sol, so much smaller this far away, poked its weak light through the hazy atmosphere and lit up the bare red rocks of their temporary home. While on one side, the billowing wall of dust storm swirled on its way, on the other red mountains rose up to a weak blue-red sky.

Lee shifted down beside him. “You know, I figured you had an agreement with the gods of physics, but isn’t this a little ridiculous?”

Jeff was too captivated with the view to respond.

Cornerstone was on the plateau they had been simulating for months on end. She stood tall and proud, if a little crooked and pinker than her promo shots.

“We made it.” The words fell from his lips.

Lee clung to the ladder beside him. “Yeah, that we did.”

Sunlight flickered weakly in the atmosphere and a gust of wind dragged more dust across the view.

Jeff shifted. “We better get inside before that mess starts up again. Take advantage of being able to see where we are going.”

Lee didn’t respond immediately, his eyes combing the jagged horizon. “Thanks, Jeff.”

A frown. “For what?”

“Getting us here.”

“It was a group effort, Lee, you know that. Couldn’t have done it without the team. Couldn’t have done it without you. Hell, you just patched a hole that could have blown us up.”

Lee grunted.

“Are you guys going to hang outside all day, or do we have to guess the sitrep?” Berry’s tone was tight.

“Roger, Berrenger. Situation secure. On our way back in.”

It wasn’t until they reached the elevator that he realised exactly what had happened.

And who he was.

By the doors, protected by the shadow of the lowered module was a single footprint that hadn’t been blown away by the wind.

“Aw, hell.”

Lee, as always, stepped up beside him. “Yeah. I guess that makes you the first man to walk on Mars.”

-o-o-o-

Ju was furious. “It was Kate’s right to be the first!”

The vacs in the airlock had sucked everything off their suits to the point Lee was surprised his hair wasn’t standing on end despite the helmet.

As it was, his hackles were somewhere near orbit as they stood in the conference room that doubled as a mess. “And what exactly do you think we were supposed to do? The ship was going to explode.” It was simple to Lee. Sure, he was all for equality, it was a given, but they would’ve been all equally dead if he and Jeff hadn’t done what they did.

“You didn’t give us a chance!”

“I’m the engineer here, Zhang. There wasn’t time! The decision was made and we are alive because of it.”

“Then why weren’t you first, Taylor? Why the hell was Tracy even out there? He’s not the engineer!”

Beside Lee, Jeff straightened. “Standard procedure, Zhang. We work in pairs. If you think I was going to let Lee go out in that on his own, you’ve been serving while wearing a blindfold.”

The short, dark-haired woman stepped up to the Major, her eyes fiery. “It was Kate’s place in history and you stole it!”

Lee flared. “We did what was necessary! This was not a publicity grab, for Christ’s sake! It didn’t even occur to us until we were returning. It was about saving our lives, Zhang. How can you possibly think it was anything else?”

“Because it always is.” She waved a hand at Jeff. “Always the hotshot. Always the first. Always the hero. Do you ever think, Tracy? Do you ever think about those you barrel past?”

Jeff glared down at the meteorologist. “I will not apologise for my achievements, Zhang. This was an honest to god accident.”

“Due to decisions made by you.”

“What the hell, Zhang?!” Lee pushed forward. That was taking it too far.

“We should never have tried to land in that dust storm. We should have waited it out.”

“You said we could take it!”

“But it wasn’t my decision, was it?” Her tone was a positive hiss at Jeff.

“Screw you, Zhang-“

“Taylor!”

“Jeff-“

The man was still the damn tall walking wall when he wanted to be. “Lee, stop.” He glared at Ju. “I will not apologise for my command decisions either, Zhang. What was done, is done.” His stance softened as he turned to Berry.

She had been ominously quiet the entire time.

Jeff sighed. “I’m sorry, Kate.”

The red-haired astrogeologist straightened away from the bulkhead, her arms still folded across her chest. Lee had always liked Berry. She had her head on much straighter than Ju ever did.

Ju was like a terrier with a bone.

The bone variety today was definitely Jeff-flavoured.

But there was only kindness in Berry’s eyes as she looked up at the Major. “This sucks, Jeff, it really does.” She looked down a moment. “But it is what it is and I guess it was what it was meant to be.” A shrug. “I suppose I’ll have to settle for third on Mars. Still pretty momentous, I think.”

“Kate, it doesn’t have to be that way.” Jeff took a step towards her. “It’s not official. It was a stupid repair. We can do the ceremonial step onto the planet anyway. No one has to know.”

Her head tilted to one side. “So, the ship miraculously healed itself?”

“Berry-“

She closed the gap between them, placing a hand on his arm. “Jeff, honestly, it’s not what is important here. You took the first step. We still have plenty of others that need to be taken. My ego can keep.”

Zhang flared again. “Kate, this was for women-“

“Ju, enough. It doesn’t matter! Humans have just landed on Mars, for god’s sake. I would have thought we would be a little less worried about the gender of the person taking the first step and more worried about the fact we did it without blowing up.”

“It was supposed to be you.” Ju wilted in defeat under Berry’s glare.

“Well, it was Jeff, and I think he is no less deserving than any of us.”

Jeff’s voice was quiet. “Are you sure, Kate?” The use of her first name was a rarity for the major, there was a friendship between those two almost as long as the one between Jeff and Lee. Hell, if Jeff hadn’t met Lee’s sister, Lucy, the engineer wondered what might have eventuated in that department.

Not that he had ever had to worry about that. Jeff was a complete sop for Lucy. His sis had the man wrapped around her little finger.

If that made Lee feel just that touch more protective of the crazy pilot, then so be it.

Kate straightened, her shoulders strong. “I’m sure.” Then her lips curled up a little. “Besides, my lines were so much more elegant than ‘Stick close, Lee. I’d hate to lose you in this.’”

Jeff snorted and shrugged. “If I’m going to make history gotta make sure my best friend is with me.”

Zhang made a disgusted sound and stormed out of the room.

Shoulders dropping, Jeff sighed. “Guess I need to work on my phrasing.”

But Lee was too wrapped in the moment, a little too proud and grateful to care. “She’ll live.”

The grunt from Jeff reminded Lee that they still had months to share living quarters with the fiery Ju.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her.” Berry squeezed Jeff’s arm before reaching out to Lee as well. “Thank you, both of you, for getting us down safely. We’re on Mars, guys. Let the party begin.”

The smile in her eyes was honest and ever so heartening.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Jeff Tracy #lee taylor #mars #callisto

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 3 years

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🔥 for the ask game? :D

Sorry this took so long to answer!

🔥 fire or heat

This is an oldie I've shared before from Feeding Habits, but I love this description! So dreamy!

Glenne was smaller than he’d remembered, something new about her. Maybe a slyness, or a decomposition, or both. She wore a bleached grey pair of cotton overalls and no shoes. Against the mahogany motel door her blonde hair sparked. A woman on fire as she noticed him, her hands jerking so suddenly, the bottle she was filling disengaged from the tap and the contents splashed to the floor.

#asks #fostered #writing

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seizethesam · 4 years

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Look At Me

Summary: You feel a little down and start to doubt yourself when you see the lifestyle of the Alexandrians, Daryl comforts you. (Set in late season 5 - Alexandria.)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Word Count: 1556

Author’s Note: Heyy!! This is my first Daryl one-shot. I’ve been working on it for a few days and now it's with you!! I hope you like it!!

Happy reading! xx

You took sluggish steps through the large gate, your eyes wandered on every human being you spotted. Daryl was standing by your side, on his rightful place, with cautious eyes and a dead possum hanging from his one hand, the other holding the strap of his crossbow.

His chin was slightly tucked to his chest, watching everyone with his piercing gaze. He looked intimidating, if not dangerous. He was on alert just like you with all your guards up.

You were brought to this so-called paradise where people lived happily, without any worry, any wrinkles on their brow. You’ve imagined that the only thing they had to worry about was what extraordinary food to cook that evening.

Alexandria… The name had a good ring to it.

The people were laughing, chatting, going on about their days, while you and your family were covered in filth. Your bodies were caked with blood and dirt on the road. You were pretty sure that you looked like months old human garbage.

You were afraid. You were afraid that all this could be real. You were terrified that this place could give you hope for a better life.

You were used to being out there, in the wild, walking on the dangerous lands. Lands that now only belonged to nature and the dead. The dead, starvation, and danger had almost become a second nature to you.

Almost.

But at the same time, you were tired of losing people, tired of seeing blood everywhere, tired of sleeping with one eye open. And you were sick of getting blood on your hands.

Altogether, you wanted to rest, wanted comfort. You wished to have a fine supper with your family, a good night sleep with Daryl’s arms wrapped around you. You were afraid that a chance to get all this also meant losing them all over again.

First, the leader of the community, Deanna, took all of you for interviews. Rick was the first one to go, then Glenn, then you…

You stepped into the large living room and spotted an armchair and a video camera right in front of it. You didn’t know what to with yourself. You walked towards the armchair, drawing a circle around it, afraid to stain it with your dirt.

Everything in the room was so clean and neat that you felt out of place with your body caked with blood and dirt, greasy hair sticking to the sides of your face.

“You can sit down,” the voice came from the entrance to the living room.

Deanna greeted you with a warm welcome which caused a wave of shock through your body.

You hesitantly sat down on the armchair across the camera. The comfort was causing uncomforting feeling.

“What is your name?” asked the woman.

“(Y/N)”

“You’ve been through great deal, haven’t you, Y/N?” she questioned.

You paused for a minute to think about the things you’ve been through; the farm being gone, the road, the governor, the infection, the governor again, the road again, terminus, the road, and the constant pain of losing people along the way…

You swallowed the pain growing inside you. “I guess,” you answered plainly.

“What did you do before all this?” she continued. Her eyes were wandering over you, studying you. You didn’t make sense of the question.

“A painter, a teacher, an astronaut, a zookeeper,” you listed the first professions that had come to your mind, “does it matter anymore?” your voice was tired and flat, and far from being irritating.

You were just exhausted.

After the interview with Deanna, you were all gathered in one of the houses that they have assigned you. You were all on a knife edge, constantly looking for reasons to bail out, reasons to take this place down.

It wasn’t much later that you thought how crazy all this was. Yes, you needed to protect yourselves, you needed to stay sharp. But being on the edge at all times, looking for reasons to not to trust people would just make you insane. Drive you crazy.

“They’re trying to split us apart,” Carol commented.

“We should all sleep here for tonight, ‘till we make sure they’re alright,” added Rick. His voice was almost a whisper that you could barely make out what he was saying.

The air moved fast through your nose and lungs. A light buzzing sound filled your ear when you saw stars falling down in front of you. Daryl was mouthing something, but you couldn’t make out what.

You supported yourself with one hand on the couch next to you and draw the other to your head when your vision went dark for a second.

“Hey hey,” Rick approached you with concern, “you okay?”

The others were watching you with worried eyes. “Yeah, I’m alright. —Guess it’s the blood pressure,” you said when Daryl had rushed to your side.

“S’ go outside,” Daryl suggested and you nodded after Rick padded your shoulder.

You exited the house to the front porch, and you sat yourself on the comfortable swinging chair. Daryl sat down next to you, handing a bottle of water for you.

You sat in silence for a while, observing the greenery of Alexandria. You saw a woman exit another house with a smile on her face, waving good-bye to the other person. They were really living their lives down here, weren’t they?

You couldn’t help but be jealous. They were in here eating chocolate cakes, while you were fighting out there, and yet, still losing.

“You think this is all real?” you asked with a low voice, referring to the community.

Daryl waited for a while before answering, he was thinking, biting his thumb. “I donno,” he murmured.

“I want it to be,” you said. You were surprised how vulnerable you sounded.

“Wantin’ it ta be real is one thing, the truth is another,” he pointed.

You chewed your lip as you nodded, “I know.”

“Look,” he said in a whisper, “look at me,” he repeated, and you turned to face him. “We’re gonna make it work, we always do,” he assured you as put his hand on the back of your head.

He drew your face closer to his and pressed his forehead against yours.

“uh-huh,” you hummed as you closed your eyes.

The same day after the sunset, you were in the bathroom of your new house. There was a clean shower, clean towels, a working tab that actually spilled clean water. There were multiple choices of shampoo and shower gel.

You slowly opened the small cabinet behind the bathroom mirror. Your reflection on the mirror was not comforting.

In the cabinet, there were tampons and pads from multiple brands, razors, ears picks, floss, and every other small detailed necessity.

You didn’t know what to think, or what to say. It had been a really long time since you’d seen this many supplies in general, much less personal hygiene products.

You closed the cabinet and saw your reflection clearer now.

You looked like shit.

Your braided hair was sticking to your head with grease. Your undereyes were a different shade of purple now, if not black.

Your lips were cracked like a piece of deserted soil. Your tired hand traced the bitter flaws of your features from eyes to lips. Then, your hand reached for the slightly red, skin colored scar from your neck, over your collar bone, to the chest. A courtesy of the Governor.

You unbraided your hair without taking your eyes off your reflection. You spread and let your hair fall down your shoulders.

They looked fairly lesser than you remembered. You run your hand through your hair and saw the grey hairs that took place in several parts.

You frowned at the discovery. You certainly weren’t old enough to grow grey hairs. No. These were the result of years of worry, fear, and stress.

The person in the mirror looked—old… and tired, and sick…You couldn’t recognize her.

“What’re ya doin’,” the sudden noise from the door made you startle.

You turned to see that it was Daryl. “Was lookin’ for ya,” he said with a soft voice which was not very usual with him.

“I was just checking in with myself,” you sent him a joyless smile.

He stepped in the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He must have felt your downcast. He always did. Whenever you were feeling down or just stressed, he’d be there to just make everything okay. Whether it’d be a silent hug, or his reassuring words.

Daryl would always make your feel better.

He walked towards you, “ya okay?”

Words were stuck in your throat; you opened your mouth to speak but they didn’t come out. So, instead you nodded your head ‘no’.

You leaned your back against the counter, so you were standing face to face with Daryl.

He didn’t say anything to your subtle respond. Instead, he came closer and wrapped his big arms around your weary figure, “C’mere,” he whispered.

The warmth of his body was engulfing yours in every possible way, reminding you that you were safe in his embrace.

“I’m here,” he said.

Opposing to his rough exterior and muscly arms, his hug was that much softer and gentle.

Right then and now, you didn’t doubt yourself. You didn’t look old…or sick…or broken.

You were, now, a whole.

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