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justlemmeadoreyou · 1 month
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Hopelessly Devoted to You
In which Y/n just wants to leave her abusive husband, and Harry is hopelessly devoted to her
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Warnings: Mentions of an abusive marriage, domestic violence and abuse, crying.
This one is going to be angsty, with two lovesick morons who are too scared to admit their feelings for each other. There are going to be mentions of abuse, so read at your own risk.
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Dropping Ellie to school, she thinks this is her happy place. With her kid, talking about how she finds elephants interesting, how she loves eggos, and the girl who sits next to her bites her nails all the time.
She's smiling on the car seat all the way to the school, contrary to how she is at home.
She tries her best to shield her away from her god-awful marriage, but sometimes, it's too damn difficult.
Like last night, when as soon as Elliot was home, she had sent her to her room, which she had gotten soundproofed with the money she had saved for months. She had told her to lock the door tightly, because Daddy had come home.
As soon as he entered, she realized he was drunk.
That was just how he came home nowadays, drunk off his ass, not even understanding his surroundings. She wondered how he even managed to make his way back home.
He stumbled from the doorway, having struggled with his keys for over 5 minutes. She was already sweating by now, hands clammy and her heartbeat rising.
"The fuck, fucking-" he cursed as soon as he was in, throwing his shoes and socks away. He threw his bag away too, and stumbled till he reached the dining table, glaring up at Y/n.
She didn't say anything to him. Knowing he would get angry if she did.
"Give me water" he ordered, and she got one glass, holding it under the tap, filling it up with water. She turned it off, turning around, and giving it to him.
He drank it in one go, some of it falling on his shirt. Messily wiping his mouth, he threw the glass away, and she was startled.
"Where's my food?"
She went back into the kitchen, taking the plate she had already taken out for him, and placing it in front of him.
"What the fuck? How many times do I have to tell you, I don't like meatballs? Are you that fucking dumb that you can't understand?"
That's when he threw the plate away, and a couple utensils too, which were lying on the dining table.
She knew Ellie would've heard it, and she quickly took a few steps back, preparing herself to turn around and run away, in case he pranced at her.
And that, he did. Thankfully, she knew just how to run from him, so he wouldn't catch up to her, and locked herself in the room with Ellie.
He was banging at the door, screaming curses at her. Calling her everything she had hoped she would never have to hear again.
With Ellie crying in her mum's arms, with continuous banging on the door, that threatened to break it, she knew she wanted it to end.
She knew she wanted a divorce.
.       .       .
"I'll pay for the lawyer if you want. Money is no issue for me, you know that, Y/n" he said, genuinely wanting to help her out of this marriage. He wants the best for her, for her to be happy again. Whenever he looks at her, his heart beats faster.
He still doesn't understand why she still wears the wedding ring he gave her. She's moved on from him, but still carries pieces of him with her. Given, most of them are tears and hurt marks, and looking at them makes his heart cry. And the purple bruise on her neck makes him want to kill Elliot. Piece by piece. Break him, beat him up, to make up for all the times he did the same to Y/n.
Her hand is just inches away from his, resting softly on the armrest. His finger twitches, and he wants her to hold his hand, to tell her that she will be alright. But she won't.
And he can't.
She lifted her gaze, looking into his kind eyes. He was good...and sometimes, it felt as if he was too good to be real.
"Oh" she replied. It was the only way out for her, because getting money from her parents was a lost cause. Her friends couldn't help her too, because she was too deep in this shit to be pulled out easily.
"Think about it. Sleep over it too, maybe? You can tell me tomorrow, or the day after it. I'll be waiting" he says, and "for you, right here" remain lodged in his throat.
"Thank-thank you, Mr. Styles, I-You're so kind to me, to Ellie-" her voice breaks, and he knows she will cry if he doesn't stop her. "Everything you've done-"
"It's my job, Y/n. It's what I do for everyone. Some need less help, and some need more. It's no big deal" he reassures her, and she nods.
"But still, thank you so, so much. I'll-I'll forever be grateful to you for this" she smiles, and he smiles back. His dimples are on show, on soft, squishy cheeks, that she wants to caress, to hold, to place a soft kiss on.
"So, you can-you can call me when you've thought over it, and I'll get the paperwork started." he straightens his suit, and she clears her throat. "Yeah-yeah, I'll call you, Mr. Styles"
"You can call me Harry. Here's my card"
She smiles, taking the business card from him, and keeping it in the back of her phone cover. In case Elliot checks her bag, he's too dumb to look in her phone cover.
He smiles at her, despite knowing why she did it, and it breaks his heart even more.
. . .
Harry was a good person. She had met him at a summer camp she had taken Ellie to, where he had bought his niece, Evie. They were 4, and Ellie got super excited when she found out that their names began with "E". As soon as they met, they hit it off, holding each other's hand, and running away from Harry and Y/n.
"I'm sorry-she-she gets super excited sometimes, she doesn't listen" Y/n apologized, and that was the first time he looked at her. Into her pretty, pretty eyes, that made him seem dull.
"Oh-no, don't apologize, it's all right. She doesn't have kids of her age near her parents' home, so I took her here so she could have some fun"
"So-she's not your kid?" she asked, her hands fidgeting in front of her.
"No-she's my niece. My sister's daughter. I'm Harry" he said, offering her hand to her for a handshake.
She took it, smiling. 
“I’m Y/n” 
He seemed nice, bringing her niece for a weekend long camp. He seemed like the cool and care free uncle every kid wanted, who would let them do anything. As she looked into his eyes, an emerald shade with the brightest shine, she had no idea this stranger would be a lifesaver for her one day.
“So, you from around here?” he asked, taking his hand back. The handshake had lasted for much longer than they both intended, and to his surprise, his hand was all wet when he pulled back.
Y/n lowered her head, mentally cursing herself for being so weird.
“I’m sorry, Harry-I-sometimes get super nervous around new people, and my hands-they get all sweaty. I’m sorry”
“No, no, it’s alright. No need to apologize.” he wiped his hand on his beige pants, and she still felt bad for the faint spot that developed on which looked like custom tailored pants. 
She turned, getting hold of her purse, and opening the chain. She fished out a fresh handkerchief, which she had kept for Ellie, because she always eats messily, getting crumbs all over her face and clothes. But Y/n adores it, and she smiles everytime she cutely says, “Mumma, hanky” with a bright smile, so proud of herself for that.
“Here-take this,” she offered him her napkin, a white one with pink flowers laced on it.
He will to keep it forever, he thinks.
And that he did, too. The same handkerchief, unused by him because he couldn’t bring himself to do anything that would make the softness, and the smell of her perfume laced in it, go away. It sits in his cupboard, in one of the two lockers that he has. 
“Thank you” he takes it, stuffing it in his pocket.
They go for a walk after that, looking at all the camp-activities that were in the brochure. The swings, the activities, the areas allocated for different sports, with so many children running around with sports equipment.
“I think she really needed it, you know. She worked hard throughout the year, doing all her assignments and homework on time. She also did her science project all by herself, without even any help from me and Elliot. Can you believe that?”
She looked so, so pretty, talking proudly about her daughter.
“And Elliot is-?”
“My husband, yeah”
Harry thinks she would be proud, or happy, at least, while telling him that she has a husband. But she doesn’t, and she hopes he doesn’t notice the small frown that creeps up her face, her smile fading with just the mention of his name.
Unfortunately, he does.
.         .        .
Throughout the day, they spend time together. Sitting on the swings, talking bout their pasts and smiling and giggling, like a couple of teenagers in love. But, they’re far from that.
Y/n thinks she hasn’t been so happy in a while. She hasn’t laughed this much in a while too, nor had a normal conversation with an adult.
So, when Ellie told her there was going to be a week long summer camp, she made sure she was the one to go with he. She just wanted to step out of the house, and meet some new people, have normal conversations, unlike the screaming and arguing she endured almost everyday.
And Harry…well, he’s Harry. His heart skips a beat every time she smiles, so carefree and beautiful. The way her face glows in the sun, and the tiny crinkles that form when she squints them to see him in the sunlight. Her hair, that flows freely in the warm air, and the biggest smile on her face as she tries to tie them up, but they just keep slipping out of her grasp.
He can't help but be captivated by her presence, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity he can't quite explain. Her smile seems to light up the entire landscape, and he finds himself enchanted by the way she effortlessly radiates joy. Even though, she had been quite opposite of that for a while. He feels a warmth spread through him whenever she looks his way, a feeling he can't quite put into words but cherishes nonetheless. 
Yeah, he’s in love with her.
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tell me if you like this! i might consider a part 2, because this was sitting in my drafts and i know this isn't soo good!
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pparadiselost · 5 months
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crying wolf.
werewolf michael kaiser x red riding hood fem reader clichés always hold a grain of truth to them. warning(s): nsfw, noncon, murder of an uninvolved character, breeding, knotting minors do not interact.
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a big bad wolf lives in the woods near your village. 
that much you know. 
the wolf has been the talk of the town for years now, and no matter how many men set off to kill the wolf or how many traps had been set up to catch it once and for all, the sly beast always managed to escape the trickery of your town.
there came a point where you stopped caring about it. you had no reason to step into the woods, satisfied with your quiet life in town, and outside of the stray sheep being killed and eaten every few months, the wolf really didn’t do anything to disturb your quality of life. it must suck to be a sheep farmer while this was all going down, but you weren’t a sheep farmer, so you didn’t care.
“you ought to be more careful!” the old cheesemonger’s wife scolds you as she hands you a generous chunk of cheese. “you know, the huntsmen are saying that they’re going to form an escort group in about a week’s time. shouldn’t you wait until then to go visit your grandma?”
you shake your head. “mama said i should go as soon as possible. grandma hasn’t been feeling well for a while, and ever since the whole wolf scare, we haven’t been able to visit her frequently. i just want to make sure she has enough food, because she can’t really do much herself.”
the old wife clicks her tongue and waggles her finger. “i keep telling my husband here, they really ought to catch that wolf quickly. this is how these things always begin. a couple sheep here and there, and next thing you know, the wolf’s run off with a toddler. who’s to say it won’t develop an appetite for a pretty girl like you?”
“oh, please.” you snort slightly. “the only things with an appetite for women like me are the drunkard sleazebags that waste their money away in the taverns.”
“well, you can say that again,” she laughs. she winks as she tucks you an extra slice of sweet cheese into your basket, and she waves you off before you finish off your errands and head home.
the chilled autumn breeze nips at your skin, and you huddle under the red cape your mother’s lovingly sewn for you. it’s become your best friend when winter starts to draw close, and you’ve worn the garment for years. you’re sure you’ll wear it in due time when you’ll set out through the woods to your grandmother’s, where the bright crimson ought to serve as an identifying beacon of sorts for your ailing grandmother. 
the sun threatens to set in the distance by the time you gather up all your supplies and head to the outskirts of the village, where your home is. you double check the contents of your basket at your front door, not wanting your mother to scold you for having forgotten anything.
a bottle of hearty wine? check. loaves of bread that won’t go bad soon? check. cheese, meats, and fruits? check.
“i’m home!” you called out, swinging your front door open. your mother jumps and places a hand over her heart, exhaling deeply when she notices it’s just you.
“you scared the wits out of me, dear!” she scolds, stirring intensely at the pot in front of her. “a knock before you come in wouldn’t hurt, you know!”
“says the person who leaves the front door unlocked.” you toss your boots off and hang your cloak up, and you set down the heavy basket on the already set dining table. you swing in to a seat at the table, stomach growling at the scent of fresh stew. “i got everything for grandma tomorrow. is there anything else you need me to bring to her?”
“do you think i should pack some jam for her? i have a few jars that mr. ah… what’s his name again- well, he gave me some because his sister had made too much, and i reckon that your grandmother wouldn’t have too many sweet things to eat while she’s sick,” your mother suggests. you shrug, and she wipes her hands down on her apron before grabbing at the pot’s handle. “stay put where you are, dear. hot pot coming through!”
“i don't think it'll hurt. might as well bring it over if i’m headed there in the first place,” you offered. your mother smiles at you fondly as you practically lunge for the pot, spoon in hand to scarf down a well-deserved meal.
“slow down, or you’ll get a tummy ache,” she reminds you. you swipe at your mouth with your sleeve, earning a wince from her, but she doesn’t say anything. the night quickly melts away into the everyday hum of dinner followed by a quick berry pie dessert. 
you haven’t even thought of the wolf until your mother tells you to go fetch the rest of the laundry she forgot to get earlier in the day. you balance a laundry basket on your hip as you drag your feet outside, wishing you were snuggled up in your bed with a book instead. the cold wind bites at your exposed neck and face, and you scowl as you haphazardly yank at the clothes and socks hung up on the laundry line.
“stupid wind,” you grumble under your breath. you stuff some shirts into the laundry basket, but when you reach to grab at the last pair of socks on the line, the wind tussles it free from the clothing pin and the socks go flying off in the distance. you let out a yelp before running after it, watching the white socks flutter like a pair of doves before landing onto the dirt.
“stupid, stupid wind!” you doubly curse as you bend down, yanking your nightclothes up so that the hem won’t be stained by the dirt. you reach to grab the socks before something in the ground catches your eye, and you shift to take a closer look.
your eyes widen in horror.
pawprints. wolf pawprints.
you shudder and quickly stand up, racing back to the safety of your laundry line and basket. the cursed beast must have been wandering around the wilderness near your home. a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of some stinky mutt of a wolf sniffing at your laundry, and once you see that there are no more clothes left on the line, you march back home and shut the door firmly behind you.
you have nothing to fear. you’re no sheep and definitely not meal material for the big bad wolf. you don’t even bring up the pawprints to your mother once you’re inside, and you don’t even think of the wolf again when you go to bed, bracing yourself for the long journey to your grandmother’s cottage tomorrow.
“do you have everything?”
“yes, mama.”
“are your boots comfortable?”
“yes, mama.”
“will the cloak be enough to keep you warm?”
“yes, mama.”
you swear the entire day’s going to be over by the time your mother’s done fretting over you. she’s not only gone over the contents of your basket once, twice, thrice, four goddamn times, and she’s still convinced that somehow she magically forgot to add everything to it. she keeps fretting over you, pulling the cloak tighter around your throat and making sure the hood covers your head comfortably.
deep down, you know she means well, but she keeps fussing over you like you’re a newborn baby. you’re old enough to take care of yourself, old enough to know how the world runs, old enough to stand on your own two feet without having her circling you like some kind of anxious mama bear. which she is, you suppose.
she kisses your forehead gently, looking at you with the weathered affectionate eyes only a mother could ever muster up. “i know you’re sick of me worrying over you like this. i can’t help it—you’re my baby.”
“i’ll be back before you even know it, mama,” you joke back. “and if i’m not back by dinner, you can assume i’ll be at grandma’s for the night. either way, i’ll be back by tomorrow for sure.”
“i’ll be waiting for you,” your mother promises. she clasps your hands, rubbing her calloused palms over yours. she squeezes your fingers carefully, grinning at you despite her obvious nerves. “my baby’s all grown up! going through the woods by herself and everything… what am i going to do when you actually leave the nest?”
“oh, you’ll be fine.” you hoist the heavy basket up, flashing your mother a thumbs-up. “i’ll be on my way then. i shouldn’t dally around too much, or it’ll get late.”
“right, right. i guess i’ll bake something to pass the time while you’re gone. maybe making your favorite pie ought to incentivize you to come home faster!” she agrees with a hearty laugh. you’re just about to turn around and set off before your mother cries out a panicked “wait!”
you look over your shoulder. “huh? what is it, mama?”
“i know this is probably just me fretting,” she looks at you firmly, and she wrings her hands slightly, “but it’s better safe than sorry. make sure to never wander from the main road, okay? you’ve heard about the wolf that’s been terrorizing our village. i don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”
you’d snark back at her a bit normally, but the pure fear in your mother’s eyes makes you bite your tongue for once. “i’ll stay strictly on the path, mama. besides, the wolf’s never taken a human before. and i’m sure there’ll be huntsmen and all sorts of other people out and about at this time of day, so i’ll be okay.”
“i know,” she sighs. “it’s a mother’s instinct. i can’t help but fret over you constantly.”
she waves you off, and you’re on the path to your grandmother’s before you even know it. the weather today is perfect: brisk refreshing air, a few cotton-white clouds in the bright blue sky, and the mischievous twinkles of sunlight streaming through forest trees’ branches. 
truth be told, you like these solo adventures more than anything else in the world. living a quiet life in your village has its perks, but when everyone knows everybody, you rarely get a chance to set out by yourself without the scrutiny of your entire town on your back. you hum a little song while you skip through the beaten path in the woods, savoring the solitude. it shouldn’t take you more than a few hours to make the round trip, save for a quick lunch break in the middle and maybe a snack for the road at your grandmother’s abode. 
you couldn’t be happier right now. the basket swings from the crook of your arm as you stroll through the woods, admiring the wilderness. a pair of butterflies flutter every now and then, and you can make out the melodic warbles of birdsong. you wonder if it’s mating season for the creatures; the closest you ever got to romance were the fairy tales in your book (your mother’s old hand-me-downs, from when she lived in the port city before moving her to marry your now-absent father) or the occasional wedding that took place in your village (the last one was 7 years ago, when the wheat grinder’s daughter married the postman. you pressed the flowers from your corsage between the pages of a heavy dictionary).
either way, you wish your village had more to show a young woman like yourself. everyone seems happy living their rustic life, and while you were satisfied with the peace that your mother strove so hard to provide you with, you knew that the world had more to show you.
and you crave it. just as the horizon of the woods seems to stretch on forever and ever, you wonder if there’s something beyond it just waiting for you. 
maybe there ought to be a great marble castle, blinding white in the distance, complete with a prince charming inside atop his great steed. or maybe big markets with all sorts of treasures from afar! sometimes when a stray merchant stumbles across your town, you’d eavesdrop on the stories they’d tell to the little kids (you always dreamed about tasting the delicious spices they bragged about. cinnamon, was it? oh, that sounded fabulous).
but instead, you’re stuck with this bumfuck, hillbilly country town. there aren’t even any good looking guys here, and you know it’ll take at least a decade to convince your mother to let you move out away from the safety of her arms. the height of gossip here is a stupid wolf running around the woods. your village is so boring that they can’t even find a human to gossip about.
sweat dots your brow once you’re a good way into your journey. parts of the woods clear out into patches of grass or the sporadic lake, and your stomach starts growling slightly. you debate pushing yourself a bit further before you decide otherwise—your mother had packed you a delicious lunch, and it wouldn’t hurt to give your feet a quick break while you wolfed it down.
you scan the nearby woods for a clearing you could sit at, and after a few more feet of walking, you’re greeted with what looks like a meadow of wildflowers in the distance. you keep your eye on the main path before plopping down on the side of the beaten track, leaning your back against a tall tree.
‘lunchtime, lunchtime,’ you excitedly think to yourself as you peel back the cover of your basket. in the corner, all wrapped up, is a pair of sandwiches, a bottle of water, and a whole apple that your mother has prepared for you. the bright noon sun above your head indicates to you that it's the perfect time for lunch, and you lick your lips as you unwrap the sandwiches.
you go to town on your food. you have to force yourself to slow down a bit so you won’t choke on your food, and you listen to the back-and-forth of bird calls as you savor the taste of tasty bread. the crisp tanginess of the apple is welcomed by your tongue after you finish your sandwiches, and you chew thoughtlessly.
crunch.
‘hm?’ you don’t even move when the sound of rustling comes from behind you. it’s probably a deer or something. the sound of rustling wasn’t uncommon this deep into the woods, and huntsmen often told stories about daring foxes or squirrels that would venture close to the tracks to fight over scraps that other travelers had dropped.
crunch. 
you swallow down the final bite of your apple, inwardly wishing you had more. you dangle the core in between your fingers, and you wonder if you should toss it into the woods. yeah, that wouldn’t be too bad, right? 
crunch. 
the birds could pick at it for a bit, and then maybe the bugs could enjoy the sweet treat. what use would you have for an apple core? you stand up, dusting yourself off the best you can, and without looking too far into the woods, you rev up your arm and throwing the apple core as far as you can into the trees with as much force as you can muster-
-only to hit something square on with the apple core.
you blanche. what did you just hit? you weren’t looking too closely, and you had expected the apple core to unceremoniously fall somewhere on the ground and be forgotten. but instead, something of considerable size lurks in the woods, and you hold your breath as you haphazardly grab your basket and your cloak, getting ready to run for it.
“ow…,” a boyish voice whimpers. 
huh??? you freeze in your place, confusion flickering through your brain as a shadowy figure rustles around the place you had tossed the apple. a voice? you hadn’t expected that. you were supposed to be the only person here.
did you accidentally hit a wandering huntsman on accident?
“w-who’s there?” you call out. “come out and show yourself!”
“i was trying to-,” the voice grumbles. you hear footsteps and the crunching of breaking branches and leaves, and you keep your distance from the voice. the figure shifts closer to you. “-before you hit me in the face with your leftovers.”
your breath stops just short in your throat when you see a young boy around your age step out into the light. you clearly look confused—you’ve never seen him before, and no one’s mentioned anything about a boy this deep into the woods.
“who are you?” you ask, your own voice hushed. “i’ve never seen you before.”
“i should be asking you that,” he huffs. he folds his hands over his chest, and he pouts. “i want to know about you first.”
“i live in the village.” you point the way you came, down the path. you make the wise decision to casually leave out your name and any other important information you can. “are you from there too?”
he shakes his head. “i live in the woods.”
the woods! you’d never heard of anyone living in the woods. it was pure wilderness, dangerous and scary, no less for someone who wasn’t even a veteran wilderness expert! for someone that lived in the woods, the boy looks surprisingly well groomed. his long blond hair pools over his shoulder and down his chest, and it looks clean and well maintained. his cheeks are rosy and pink, and his bright blue eyes stare you down with a kind of pride you’ve never seen before.
“that’s dangerous, you know,” you point out. “there’s a wolf that's been running around these parts lately. it’s not safe for you to be out here all alone.”
he raises an eyebrow. “a wolf, huh?”
“yeah! it’s been killing sheep in my village. everyone’s been talking about it,” you remark. “i’d take you back to my village if i could, but i can’t.”
“i’m not welcome there,” he coldly remarks. his eyes narrow slightly, as if he’s leering at you. “besides, i wouldn’t want to live in a stupid village anyway. i’m happier on my own. everyone else and their stupidity would make me mad.”
annoyance shoots through you, and you shrug. “suit yourself. i can’t force you to go if you don’t want to. but i’d rather not have blood on my hands.”
“blood on your hands, huh?” the blond boy steps closer to you. “where are you headed to?”
“why do you want to know?”
“because it’s not often that i see a girl wandering around this deep by herself. you said it yourself: it’s dangerous out here.” 
you hold your ground as he steps closer, circling around you. he’s tall when he stands at full height, almost enough to rival some of the tallest men in your village. his body is toned, most likely from living in pure wilderness for however long he has, and despite the lighthearted banter between the two of you, something in your gut swirls with anxiety when he prowls around like a wild animal.
“i’m headed somewhere,” you answer vaguely. “i have some stuff i gotta deliver.”
“and it’s that way, isn’t it? opposite your village?” he approaches closer, and you whimper when he sniffs at your ear. “lemme guess… that old lady’s house on the other side?”
your stomach drops. the boy grins, his sharp canines on full display when he sees the awestruck look on your face.
“bingo! you smell like her,” he laughs easily. “that’s a long journey for a pretty girl like you.”
you pull your cloak closer to yourself, instinctively wanting to shield yourself from the strange boy. “that’s enough! i’m going to get going.”
“sure, sure.” he sends you off, still grinning like he’s won some grand prize. “be careful out there though, darling.”
he cocks his head, watching you as you start running away from him. the blond smirks to himself, your sweet scent still clinging to his nose as your silhouette flickers from his view and then disappears into the distance.
“a wolf, huh?” he murmurs. he sounds amused, still thinking about the flabbergasted expressions on your face. something inside of him stirs sinisterly. 
he’s hungry, he decides. 
and suddenly, sheep meat doesn’t sound as appetizing anymore.
horror weighs on your heart like a brick thrown into a pond. it ripples and quivers violently, forming merciless waves that spread out, swallowing up anything in its path and leaving things warped in its wake.
your grandmother’s house is trashed. the windows are smashed in, and the front door is broken. your heart hammers in a panic, and your mouth goes dry. your pupils shake as you stand a distance away from the house.
your mind is blank. what happened? robbers? wild animals? a murderer?
you know deep down in your heart that the correct thing to do is turn on your heel and run, run until you find someone else, run until another person could take care of the issue for you. but your feet stay glued to the ground, and your thoughts swirl over with terrifying ideas.
your grandmother is inside! she’s a weak, defenseless lady, practically confined to her bed because of her old age and her illness… there was virtually nothing she could do to defend herself if anyone attacked her. 
what if you were already too late?
“g-grandma…!” you cry out. your basket bounces next to you as you run into the house, tears clouding over your vision. the house seems too big, like it’s swallowing you up without the safety of your grandmother. the inside of the cottage looks just like the outside. furniture overturned, big claw marks etched into the walls, and absolutely no sign of your beloved grandmother.
your blood turns cold at the claw marks.
was it the wolf? 
“grandma, if you can hear me, say something…!” you whisper, too scared to raise your voice properly. “o-or move something! grandma, you’re in here, right?”
your body trembles uncontrollably. the only room remaining that isn’t within clear sight is your grandmother’s bedroom. your gut tells you to leave immediately. you don’t want to go in there, but you have to. who’s going to help your grandmother if not for you? what if by the time you ran away and brought other people, it was too late for her?
your steps echo throughout the ruined house like the toll of church bells, and you press your lips into a thin line. you reach out for the door, which, despite its dilapidated state, somehow managed to stay partially attached to the hinges. you push, forcing your head to quit spinning from your fear.
“we meet again, darling!”
your heart drops to the ground. blood paints what seems like every inch of the room, and you immediately stumble backwards, tripping over your own feet and landing like a sack of potatoes onto the ground. 
‘move…!’ your brain screams at your body. ‘get up and move!’
but you can’t. the scene unfurling in front of your eyes makes your limbs feel like they were made of lead. you can’t bring yourself to do anything. you can’t crawl, can’t scream, can’t do anything except stare back up at the blood-drenched young man that looms above you with a wolfish smile.
he licks his lips. he looks exactly as he did in the woods. tall, with long blond hair and dazzling blue eyes. except this time, there’s a pair of pointed wolf ears that sprout from the top of his head and a bushy tail in between his legs. he’s splashed with crimson, and his mouth is smeared the deepest red.
“see, i knew this was where you were headed to,” he laughs. “are you looking for the old lady that was in here? sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but i think i was a step ahead of you.”
you can’t bring yourself to breathe.
“you- you’re the wolf…,” you choke out. the smug smirk never leaves the boy’s face as he leers down at you, and another wave of pure dread drops like a deadweight into your stomach when he nods.
“about time you pieced it together, stupid girl.” the boy clicks his tongue mockingly. “i always watched that stupid village of yours get their panties all in a twist trying to catch me. i mean, human or not, did you guys really think you’d catch anything with stupid traps like that?”
you raise your arms instinctively when he leans down. “please don’t kill me…! i won’t say anything- please don’t eat me!”
he pauses, and he takes a long inhale. you clench your eyes shut, bracing yourself from the crunch of your bones under his sharp teeth, and for the smell of your blood to fill the room. this is it. this is how you die. another victim to the weird werewolf that had terrorized your town for god-knows-how-long, gobbled up mercilessly in the same way the boy had devoured your poor, helpless grandmother.
he laughs again, and you shudder. you tentatively peel your eyes open, only to scream when you see yourself at eye-level with him. 
“did you think i was going to eat you too? nah, i’m not gonna do that to you. i’ve had my fill with that bony old grandma of yours.” he grabs your wrist, and you yelp when pain shoots up your arm. he yanks you up to your feet, and you shakily lean against him when he drags you into the heart of the scene of the crime. you don’t want to look at all the blood splattered against your now-dead grandmother’s bedroom, and the boy flings you like a ragdoll onto her bed.
he looks so monstrous, towering over your cowering form. in every other way, he looks like a normal human, like any other boy you’d see frolicking in your hometown, but his animalistic features betray him. the gleam in his eyes mark him as unmistakably a ruthless predator, and your heart feels like it's going to give out.
“what are you going to do to me?” you eke out. “are you going to take me hostage?”
“hostage? for what? do i look like the kind of person to bargain with stupid humans?” he snorts, and when he shakes his head at your foolishness, his long hair tumbles over his broad shoulders. you look like a deer caught in headlights as he clambers onto the bed, and he presses a hand on either side of your face as he cages you in between his body and the mattress.
he’s smiling, but you can’t detect any trace of goodwill or kindness on his face. “do you really want to know what i’m going to do with you, my darling?”
you didn’t know how to respond. he leans down to your level, and you whimper when you can smell the stench of blood and death on his mouth. despite this, he presses his lips against the outline of your jaw, and you quiver underneath the boy as his tongue darts out to lick at your skin.
“i’m going to make you my mate.”
your head feels like it’s caving in. 
“what-?” you flinch. “no- no, no- nonono- you can’t do that… i can’t- no, i can’t do that! i can’t be your mate…!”
he narrows his eyes, yet his lips never leave your face. he keeps kissing you greedily, and you push at him to no avail, unable to wrench his heavier, stronger body off of you. you start sobbing and crying out, yet the boy pays no attention to you as his mouth tastes your skin like a starved man.
“be good, or i’ll force you. you wouldn’t want that, would you? i don’t want to hurt a pretty thing like you,” he hisses. you sniffle and swallow back your oncoming sobs and you avert your eyes. 
“i promise i’ll be gentle. besides, i’m way better looking than any of the men in your village,” he attempts to cheer you up. “c’mon. look at me. isn’t something like this more exciting than a drab country wedding? i’ll treat you like a princess. just love me, darling. does it matter if i’m a wolf or not?”
“you’re a wolf that kills! i don’t want to be with someone like you!”
he frowns, and his hands move to your cloak. your heart pounds painfully against your chest as his fingers twist at the material. your mother’s painstaking handiwork dissolves like sugar in water under his grip, and you know moving to defend yourself is futile. he quickly shreds your clothes as you cry quietly.
“you would do this too, if you were me.” his fingers trace over the bare skin of your collarbones and dip towards your breasts. his hands are sticky and warm against the chill of your body, and he cups your chest. it’s insane, how well your body fits into his big palms. he watches you with lust-stricken eyes, and his cock strains against his pants when he sees your tears wetting your pretty face and you laying there underneath him, not bothering to fight him off.
he knows. he knows you’re being obedient out of fear rather than true submission, but it’s good enough for him.
“i’m lonely,” he whispers. “you don’t know how it feels. having to kill to live. having to stay in the shadows. having to always yearn from afar because all of those stupid humans can’t see that i’m more similar to them than i am different.”
“t-that’s no reason to ruin my life…!” you protest. it’s a last ditch effort, but you shakily inhale anyway. “please… let me go. we can pretend like none of this happened. i promise i won’t tell anyone anything. i’ll give you my word. just… i can’t be a wolf’s wife- i can’t- i can’t do that-”
he shakes his head. “i want you. you talked to me in the forest. offered me help. treated me like a normal boy my age. i was too scared, so i hid my ears and tail, and you were none the wiser. that- that’s enough proof, isn’t it? that with enough time, you’d come to love me for who i am…”
you let out a strangled cry as a hand starts groping your tits, rough fingers brushing over your sensitive nipples. it feels foreign, having your boobs touched like this, but a dull heat thrums deep inside your stomach. the boy looks entranced as he stares down at your form. the way your plush chest molds and bends to his hands makes him desire you even more, even if he’s aware that you’re terrified to death of him.
“i can’t let you go. i can’t,” he doubles down. any of the remorse you had managed to wrench out of him disappears bit by bit, and he groans as he paws at your body greedily. “god, you’re just so pretty… i have to have you.”
you clench your thighs together. his lips meet yours, and you nearly vomit at the taste of iron on your mouth. he’s clumsy, but he kisses you so hungrily, eager to lap up any semblance of affection. you grip at the sheets as his hot tongue swipes at your closed lips, and you’re determined to deny him. he frowns into the kiss, and you feel a twinge of pride well up.
the wolf exhales angrily. the hand that’s been roaming your chest twists at your nipple harshly. you yelp at the pain, and the boy shoves his tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss. you start thrashing slightly. he doesn’t heed any mind to your discomfort, and if anything, he begins grinding his clothed hips against your thighs.
he can’t get enough of how you feel. your kisses are like honey to his mouth, and his body melts at the feeling of you against him. you know he’s going to leave bruises all over your tits from how hard he’s grabbing at them, but despite everything that’s overwhelming you, the heat that pounds against your core only builds. 
you can’t breathe. you clench your eyes shut and try to bear it, try to work through the sparks of pleasure that cloud your mind from having your breasts molested, as the wolf kisses you how he wants you. your mouth tastes foul when he finally pulls away, and a string of saliva connects the two of you momentarily.
you glare up at him. 
“i want to fuck you…,” his voice trails off. “i want to fuck you so bad. but i have to be gentle. i promised to treat you well…”
your pussy curls at the thought of taking the wolf’s dick. he bucks his clothed erection higher and higher up your legs, and he moans shamelessly into your mouth as he kisses you again. he slobbers all over your mouth like a feral dog, his tongue slithering into your throat like he’s fucking your mouth. 
you don’t enjoy this. you don’t want this at all. yet you can’t ignore the throb that pulses at your core, the way your walls squeeze every now and then painfully against nothing. you’re not turned on by this—you’re not. you want to convince yourself of that so badly, but every time you realize the situation you’re put in, pinned down to a bed with a werewolf that wants to stuff every inch of his dirty cock into your cunt, arousal swirls inside your body. 
his hands trickle down to your pants, and fear pricks sharply at your heart.
“i’ll be a good mate.” he peels the rest of your clothes off, mimicking the gentleness of a human lover the best he can. “i can be like a real human husband. no, i can be better. i know i can be better than any of those stupid boys in your village.”
you shudder when cold air rushes at your bare cunt. the slick that coats your slit is undeniable, and the boy’s pupils widen at the sight. he swallows, and you watch as his neck bobs. even by human standards, he’s handsome, and your body betrays your mind as he coaxes your thighs open.
“you want me too, don’t you?” he asks. he offers a weak smile. it’s almost sickening, how someone who mercilessly took everything from you can pretend to be a human in hopes that you’d grant him any pity. “i’ll make you feel good. i’ll be everything you want me to be.”
he lets go of your legs, and he grabs at his own clothes, shredding them apart. he groans when his cock springs free of his pants.
your heart drops into your stomach.
“i-i can’t take that-,” you choke out. “that’s too big! you’ll kill me- i’m not kidding…!”
he tilts his head to the side, and he shrugs. his cock is inhumanly huge, and if he were to put that inside your cunt, you swear that you’d be able to feel it in your throat. it’s long and thick and swollen up to an angry red. a few prominent veins run along his length, eager to stuff itself into your soft and vulnerable cunt. his balls hang heavy and big, undoubtedly filled with all the cum that he wants to fuck into you.
he grabs at your thighs again, and you squeal loudly in protest as he keeps you pinned in place.
“stay still-,” he grunts, “it’ll hurt less if you stop squirming like that! you’ll get used to it with time. it might hurt a little, but it’ll feel good with time… now shut up, and let me fuck you already-”
you grit your teeth and brace yourself as he starts rubbing his length against your lower lips. he moans softly, savoring the way your warm body feels against him. you can feel his cock twitch dangerously against your folds, and you whimper in a mix of pleasure, disgust, and fear whenever his cockhead catches at your sensitive clit.
he lines his cock up at your fluttering hole, and you stop breathing. your chest feels tight, and your head feels blown out. you prep yourself for the oncoming pain, but he pauses for a moment.
“give me your name.”
you blink. “huh?”
“if- if i’m going to take you to be my mate, i should know your name at least. before i do this,” he whispers sheepishly. your stomach twists with hatred. why should he care? he’s going to do all of these horrible things to you, so why is he even bothering to pretend to play the act of a caring lover?
“yours first,” you hiss. “if a wolf like you even has a name.”
“i do.” his response surprises you. “michael. it’s michael. i have a human name like you do. i heard that it means ‘he who is like god.’ now tell me yours.”
you lay there for a moment, dumbfounded. you didn’t expect a monster like him to have a label like that. and less so a name as blessed as “michael.”
you hang your head. “...(y/n).”
he hums, and you flinch when his cockhead threatens to break into your hole. “it’s a pretty name. a perfect name for a perfect mate.”
you bite the inside of your mouth and properly brace yourself. he pushes his hips in slowly, his gaze fixed on where his cock connects with your pussy. you weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting, but the pain comes faster than you thought. it burns and stretches, and you cry out, stiffening and lashing out, trying to get him off of you.
“hurts…! ‘t hurts-!!” you screech. you pound and claw at his shoulders, yelling and immediately bursting into another onslaught of tears. the tears are hot and heavy as they trickle down your face, and your legs shake uncontrollably. it genuinely feels like he’s splitting you into two, and the torturous pain makes your head flash white.
michael nearly falls on top of you. your cunt is disgustingly warm and inviting, and it stretches out and envelops him. it’s hot and wet and tight, and despite your constant protests, your pussy is heavenly around his cock. you’re so small, and he knows his wolf cock is about to break you. but god—he wants to break you. if breaking you feels this good, he’ll eagerly shatter you into a million pieces so that he has the depraved honor of being the one to destroy you and strip you of your humanity. 
he clenches his jaw. he couldn’t lose his mind. not like this, not when his endgame was right there. “take it. i’m going to be your mate, so you better get used to taking my dick and get used to it fast.”
you hold back a strangled sob. your tears are freeflowing, and it’s hard to breathe. his cock feels like it’s pressing straight up against your womb, and he’s not even giving you the mercy of adjusting to his size slowly. his length invades every inch of your cunt, and his ridiculous girth has you stretched out thin. you know you can’t take this. he’s actively molding your tight hole into the shape of his cock, and if he keeps himself in here any longer, you might actually go insane.
your words slur sloppily. “you’ll kill me- you’ll fuck me to death-”
his breathing is strained just from the pleasure of putting it in, but he still manages to snort at you mockingly. “you won’t die. no one’s ever died from sex.”
you wish you had the spirit to shout back at him, to put up more of a fight. but that instinct has been long extinguished at this point, and you’re nothing more than a sniveling mess as you struggle to breathe through the tightness in your chest. 
“c’mon, don’t be boring now.” he truly can’t get enough of the sight. the pretty girl from the village, face stained with tears, legs spread out all for him to fuck into her pretty cunt. to put it as frankly as he can, the boy doesn’t know what he wants to do first with you.
the sweeter part of him wants to kiss away your tears, to comfort you the best he can with a low voice and whisper his undying love to you, to convince you that a life as a wolf’s wife won’t be all that bad. you’ve caught his eye for a reason, and he wouldn’t want to have you snatch away whatever dregs of humanity the hybrid wolfboy was clinging desperately too. even if everyone else regarded him to be some kind of barbaric monster, deep down, even he has a soul that yearns painfully for love. for a romantic partner that could accept him as an equal and open their heart up to him.
but maybe this other part of him is what makes him a monster.
he loves seeing you reduced to this broken mess. he enjoys it, the primal fear that’s evident on every inch of your face. the way you’re nothing more than prey in his arms, with no other choice but to let him fuck your tight pussy out on his monstruous cock, to be the direct cause of all the pain and anguish you’re going through and to enjoy it like it’s the thrill of a fresh kill… it makes the wolfish streak inside of him go wild with delight, and he wants to keep you pinned down and helpless underneath him so he can soak up that bliss a little longer.
your stomach coils up on itself when you feel him slide his hips back slowly. the strangled noise that leaves your mouth is a mix between a pained shriek and a pleasured moan. he’s really too much for you to fit inside, and your strained walls cling to his cock. you’re barely hanging on for dear life just from him penetrating you. you can’t even imagine what it would be like once he would start actually thrusting and having sex with you.
“ahhh, you’re just too cute,” he teases you. “i never knew love could feel like this… it’s so good, isn’t it? no regular human dick could even come close to what i’ll make you feel, my little wife.”
you sob as he slowly bullies his cock back into you, once more making sure that you can properly feel the torturous stretch. the pain wobbles dangerously on edging you towards pleasure, and your vision blurs over slightly as the mounting heat in your gut tightens up. it’s gross, it’s inhuman that you’re getting off on having sex with a wolf, but your own self-restraint is being tested with the small cries you’re letting out.
“ah-,” you pathetically squeak out, “ahh…! michael- michael, please- i can’t do this!”
“yes, you can,” he promptly corrects you. his thrusts are shallow, granting you the rare mercy of sparing you from being speared in half on his entire length. “look at you… you’re starting to feel good, aren’t you? i can feel everything… that little cunt of yours won’t stop tightening up around me. you’re squeezing so much! it’s like your pussy knows better than you who you’re meant to be with.”
your mind shakes. it’s all you can do to keep yourself conscious. all the stimuli are too much: the anxiety, the pleasure, the adrenaline. your thoughts are being smoothed over, all logic coming to a screeching halt as the tightness welling up in your womb is all that your body can focus on. you hate how easily his name falls out of your mouth, how easily you find it to moan, and the wolfboy eagerly devours the attention you give him.
how angelic you must look to him right now! his mate, his precious mate, moaning out his name in pleasure, no matter how terrified they are of him! he moans softly too, and he can’t help but buck his hips deeper and harder into you. your voice and all your little noises are too adorable to him, and he just wants it all.
“you like it, don’t you? yeah, i know it’s starting to feel good. give in to me. you don’t have to do anything but let me have my way.” his breath is hot and heavy and tinged with the sharp tang of blood. you cringe when he kisses at your neck and cheeks again, but with how rapidly his hips are picking up at the rhythm, your thighs tremble dangerously. “i’ll make you cum again and again… oh, you’re just so lovely…”
your cunt sucks him in greedily. feeling his cock rub against your walls and prod dangerously at your cervix makes you grow blank, and your body keeps reacting more and more to what the wolfboy is doing to you. you wonder if this is what people mean when they say they’re being fucked stupid, and if it isn’t, whatever he’s doing to you is coming horribly close.
“fuck…! fuck- no- michael- michael, please-,” you whimper out. you two both know perfectly well that your cries are from how good it feels, but you still refuse to verbalize it properly. michael smiles into the curve of your throat, and he kisses your jugular with what you can only describe as a sickly kind of affection.
“what are you asking for, my love?” he chuckles endearingly. you sob, and your toes curl into the disheveled bed when his cock slides into you just right. your vision skews its axis slightly, and you let out a sharp exhale, mouth lolling open a little. he nips at your skin with his sharp teeth to snap you back to life. “tell me properly with those human words you’re so proud of. ‘please fuck me harder, michael! make love to your wife! give me more of your cock!’”
your cheeks burn with humiliation when he ridicules you, but deep down, you don’t know if you can wholeheartedly refute him. you do want more of him. you do want him to fuck you harder. your cunt purrs in delight every time he slides in and out of your slick hole, and his cock manages to ruthlessly hit all the right places. 
it’s unfair. it’s unfair how everything’s stacked against you.
you must have ignored him for too long. michael frowns disapprovingly, and a low growl vibrates in his throat. he ducks his head and bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth digging themselves into the curves of your soft flesh. you scream out in pain, your walls clamping down on him and another flurry of torturous pleasure shreds your stomach.
“p-please fuck me harder, michael…!” you’re fully crying. your words don’t sound like your own, and you certainly don’t feel like yourself. the tears and snot smeared all over your face makes you feel like some lowlife, and you hate the way he forces you to beg for him. “make love to me… give me- give me more of your cock!”
“see?” he licks his lips, and he grins devilishly as you as he pulls away from your now-marked shoulder. “that wasn’t so bad, was it? nothing wrong with you for wanting more from your husband. i’ll gladly indulge my darling.”
a shaky scream pounds at your chest, and blinding hot pleasure overwhelms your head as he picks up his pace. your moans reach a high-pitched squeal as he fucks himself into you, his cock rapidly pulling in and out of your pulsing hole. it’s not like you make it particularly easy for him either; your disgustingly tight pussy walls cling to him and almost refuse to let him go. 
does your body love his dick that much? does your cunt want to savor the feeling of him stretching it out that badly? those thoughts make kaiser swell with pride as he reaches a fast rhythm. despite how sloppily and quickly he’s ramming his whole length into you to make sure you feel every single bit of his dick, he still makes sure that each thrust has his heavy cockhead drilling right at your womb. 
he prods at your deepest parts, shamelessly making sure that your womb knows it’s time to be bred. it’s time for him to fill you up with his cum, to fuck a baby into you, to force every part of your body to be tainted with him. from inside and out, from outside to in, kaiser wants to selfishly claim every part of you. that’s what good husbands do to their wives, don’t they? that’s what your folk—the human folk—did, right?
the tightness that gnaws at your core refuses to relent. your arousal runs rampant through your veins, and it feels like your guts are tying themselves into a knot. you don’t know how else to describe the heat that mounts in your core and inside your head. your body and conscience are at odds with each other. your brain rejects michael, your mouth begs for him to hold you and fuck you harder, and your hole sucks him in like it doesn’t want to let go.
“that’s my pretty wife. you have such a fucking slutty body- begging for your husband feels good, yeah? i know, i know, darling,” he drinks up your tears, his hot tongue lapping languidly at your face. you choke back another sob, and he moves to steal a kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, and your eyes gloss over. you’re overwhelmed with his presence. it smells like him, tastes like him, feels like him. you’re crying out and mewling in pleasure into his mouth, and he literally eats up every single one of your lewd noises.
his balls slap against your ass, desperate to empty themselves into you. his cock twitches and throbs inside you, making you shudder in delight. it’s a sick kind of lovemaking, if you could even call it that. your own slick dribbles down between your legs, and the lubrication only makes it easier for michael to greedily shove his cock into your fluttering cunt. 
“can’t take anymore- michael, ‘m gonna lose my mind-!” you breathe out. you hate to admit it. you don’t want to tell him how stupidly close you are. you blame how monstrously huge his cock is; how else would he be destroying your body in such an inhuman way? your vision is unstable, blurring even more around your teary edges, and the heat that licks inside of you is unbearable. 
michael knows it. he can feel it. the way the velvety lining of your cunt coaxes his cock right up to your cervix, the way it keeps squeezing him and writhing around his sensitive inches, the way your own voice seems to hike higher and higher. your legs tremble underneath him, and michael is thrilled to know just how far he’s successfully broken you. the shame and embarrassment that’s scribbled all over your face makes him almost uncontrollably giddy. 
“are you gonna cum, darling? did my cock make you feel that good?” he laughs mockingly. his words are like thorns against your ears, yet with how roughly he’s pounding into your pussy, having mounted you like the uncivilized animal he was, you couldn’t deny it. he’s a predator through and through, and with you trapped in his reach like prey, you know all too well that he’ll be moving in for the kill soon.
the insatiable tightness inside you teeters on the brink. you’re barely holding on, each breath growing more strained than the last. michael doesn’t let up his pace, continuing to rut into you. each snap of his hips has you close, so close, so fucking close—you don’t want him to stop. you clench your eyes shut, bracing yourself to hurtle headfirst into the crash, to topple finally past the point of no return where you would irrevocably become the wolf’s.
“i’m cumming…! ah- michael- cumming- cumming…!”
heat rips through your body in half. you throw your head back, the foreign feeling consuming you whole as if you had been thrown directly into fire. your cunt clamps down on the boy’s cock, and it feels like he’s about to split you into two. your vision completely blurs, and the world rushes around your senses. it’s too much yet not enough at the same time, and you rake your nails down the wolf’s bare back with such a fervor that you must have shredded up his skin and drawn blood.
you shake and squirm and thrash underneath him, but no matter how much you writhe against his body, michael won’t let his grip on you go. he relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm, leaving you a sobbing mess as your juices squirt out of your abused hole and drip down onto the shaky bed. his cock pounds harder and harder, and he groans out as he feels your slick and pulsing walls flutter and clench around him.
“hah- that’s what i thought-,” he chuckles. you can’t breathe. you can’t think. the incessant throbbing in your stomach is still there, but it’s morphed from arousal into something a little more painful. he’s overstimulating your already overrun cunt. “your husband’s dick is that good, isn’t it? don’t worry; i’ll fuck you like this as much as you want… i’ll get you to cum over and over again.”
you dumbly shake your head. your head is foggy, and the throes of your climax don’t want to let you go. “n-o… can’t take any more- no more- don’t want any more…!”
“you’re going to take it, like the good wife you are. you don’t get a choice in this. i’m your husband,” he snarls. you shudder, whimpering in weak protest as he continues using you. it hurts, and it burns, and the coil that refuses to let up in your stomach makes you feel sick. how much longer could this monster last? it feels like he’s been having sex and using your body forever, but even after ripping an earth-shattering orgasm from you, he still hasn’t cum yet.
“it hurts- i can’t do it…!” you smack at his chest again, but you know he won’t let you go. your tears sparkle cruelly on your cheeks, and michael sighs lovingly as he laps at your face. he swings back and forth constantly between treating you like you were a mere bug to cherishing you. was this some kind of karmic revenge from the universe for thinking so lowly of your own village? the home that seemed so far away now?
“take it- take it- fuck- let me make you my proper wife…” fear floods your body when you can feel his cock twitch dangerously deep inside you, your bruised cervix contracting and sucking him in. his balls tighten and continue to slap against your ass, but with how quickly and frantic his movements are, he’s going to cum. “fill you up with my pups… we’ll be such a happy family together-”
your eyes shoot open. cold reality splashes over you as if slapping you back to your senses, even in the midst of being manhandled. “no! no, no…! don’t! please, please, michael- that’s the one thing you can’t do! don’t cum inside- i don’t want to get pregnant with your babies!”
he grits his teeth, and he presses his entire body weight on top of you, determined to keep you physically where you are. he’s determined to make sure you can’t escape from his grasp, as if you’d be able to go anywhere with how disheveled and haunted you are. it’s a good look for you, second only to the loving glances he knows you’d never spare him.
“shut up, shut up…! this is your job, this is what you’re supposed to do! this is what lovers do!” he thrusts once, twice, and when he brings his hips down one final time, your fate is sealed. his own cry dies out, buried deep inside his throat as he cums deep and hard into you. your breath lodges into your neck, leaving you with nothing but bitter defeat and the taste of uncertainty all over your mouth.
his cum spurts everywhere, and it floods your womb. it burns and goes everywhere, painting your insides a pretty shade of ivory white, and you can feel every drop of it flowing into you. it’s poison, it’s heavy, and it’s awful, yet your cunt has no choice but to take every little bit of it. you bite down on the inside of your cheek as it starts to eke out, and you force yourself to endure it. you have no choice but to; this is what survival is for you now. this is the only answer you have now.
you don’t know how you’re going to live with this. you try to console yourself by telling yourself that you had gotten over the worst, but you know that you haven’t. you never will.
“nnghg…!” a stray cry slips from your mouth when something tight and way too big for you to take invades your strained hole. a sharp pain invades and spearheads through you, and your entire body stiffens as his large knot shoves its way into your plush and stretched out pussy. his cum overwhelms your body, stretching out every inch of your battered womb. your stomach bulges just slightly, feeling stuffed to the very brim.
michael nearly collapses on top of you, keeping you folded in half and in a perfect, vulnerable breeding position. his eyes are blown open wide and glossed over in a kind of drunken stupor, yet he refuses to let you go in any capacity. it’s not like you have the physical means to anyway; you’re already so weak from having him force himself onto you, and the pain of being bred and knotted is taking everything in you to not pass out right there and then.
he reaches towards your face, cupping your tear-stained and broken expression with his large palm. you don’t know if the feeling that stirs in your gut is simply the aftershocks of sex or pity towards yourself, but seeing michael look down at you with such a triumphant yet lovestricken gaze isn’t doing your any favors. you know you have no choice but to get pregnant with his children, to watch in horror as your body turns into nothing but a host for these parasites he’s determined to fuck into you over and over, not a single squeeze of semen going to waste with the knot he’s plugged you up with.
“we’ll be perfect together,” he whispers. his words are almost like a mantra he’s brainwashing you with. you wonder who needs it more, the manipulator or the one being manipulated. everything feels like a punishment to you. just where did you go wrong? were you too ambitious for your own good? too hopeful? too willing to jump at the first opportunity for escape that came your way, not caring to see if any part of the rosy details were traps?
or maybe the worst part was that you might have done nothing wrong at all. maybe this was all a twisted machination of the universe. maybe just like what michael believed, you were destined to fall into the wolf’s grasp one way or another, to disappear from the face of society and the world as you knew it, to have him drag you off into the darkness and to become the broken but beautiful wolf’s bride that he must have dreamt of forever.
“i love you.” he kisses you, and you don’t have the strength nor the courage to say those blasted words back to him. it’s not like you could say them back sincerely either. instead you avert his gaze, turning your face towards the red scraps of your cloak that lay on the ground as if they were miniature corpses of their own, left over from a long lost war.
you hope your mother can forgive you when she realizes you won't ever come back home.
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KINKTOBER 2023—le cinquième jour, le dernier jour.
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fl3shm4id3n · 9 months
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Dₐₜᵢₙg Bₗₐcₖ ₚₐₙₜₕₑᵣ! ₙₑₜₑyₐₘ ᵢₙ ₐ ₘₒdₑᵣₙ ₐᵤ
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴀɴᴛʜᴇʀ! ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Tw: secrets, injuries, mentions of a breakup, Neteyam is a prince?, mainly fluffy couple stuff.
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You were the first to know about Neteyam's secret. It all began when he began to show up late to class, or how he'd stud you up a couple dates back. Not only that but you noticed some bruises on him. They were not from football, they were much worse.
One night Neteyam had asked if he could sneak in your room, in which you allowed him to. But when you saw his Black Panther suit, you thought he was cosplaying, but that was when he confessed about his secret.
Now everything made sense, the bruises, why he'd miss a class, why he'd arrive late, and how he stood you up a couple times. It was because he was out risking his life to keep the city safe.
You had asked questions on how was it possible that he was The Black Panther. Neteyam explained the whole thing involving his mom side of the family, about his ancestors and stuff. So, you were basically dating a Prince.
Since then you began to refer to Neteyam as Prince and he'd call you princess as a Joke, but sometimes he'd joke that one day he'd be a king and you'll be his queen.
After that, you then began to scold him for getting hurt as you began to patch him up. You were also mad that he was keeping this a secret, what happened to trust and all that stuff?
But you forgave him since you had understood that he couldn't just be telling everyone that he is the Black Panther. So, you kept it a secret.
From then on, you had began to cover for Neteyam. Since you both had a class together, you'll always tell the teacher why he is late or absent.
Every time he'd go to your house, injured, he'd get scolded by you. He doesn't really argue with you since he understands that you're constantly worried about him and how he was doing while fighting.
You'd cuddle him for a bit before he had to go back home. It scared you seen Neteyam getting hurt, you understood that it was his job in making sure the citizens weren't in any danger, he really liked to help people and he cared, but at the same time, who'd care and worry about him?
Besides his family knowing, you were the other person that knew who he was. His family trusted you, you've known them your entire life for crying out loud.
For some odd reason his siblings thought you were going to exposed them, but you didn't, you could never tell anyone a secret like this. They didn't mean it in a rude way, they were just worried about their older brother.
The one that would worry the most was Neytiri, she herself was a the Black Panther and so was her sister, but being Black Panther was risky, specially since he was putting himself in danger, something could happen to him.
One time Neteyam had the idea to break up, since you were the only one trying to keep the relationship and he thought that it wasn't fair to you. But you didn't break up, instead you made your relationship work better.
You and Neteyam still have a stable relationship, despite him being busy and all, you both still managed.
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Difficult night...🩸(Hungry!Rory Keaner x Reader)
First of all, let me know that this is my first one-shot, and in another language that is not my original one! I apologize in advance for spelling mistakes, discomfort to the reader and errors in the plot of the history. Thank you for reading! 🦒
Context: Rory comes to your house after wasting his energy in a fight and without having eaten anything. Without any choice, you must do your part to save your vampire boyfriend.
Warnings: Blood streak, swearing, addiction, Rory herself.
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To begin with, that day had not been normal. As your boyfriend Rory had told you, that day he and his friends had a big fight with a group of foreign vampires who had gone to cause trouble in the village. Luckily, they managed to eliminate them in time, but Rory had ended up spending more energy than necessary helping in the fight...
Now, after that big confrontation, Rory decided to call you on the phone to ask if she could come and rest with you that night, since she wasn't feeling well at all. Since you thought it was a simple whim of your boyfriend, you said yes, as long as his mother knew.
In a matter of seconds he was already knocking on your bedroom window. He seemed really agitated, although you were aware that that wasn't possible.
Rory shuffled towards you and wrapped you in a tight hug as he inhaled your delicious scent. Then, you both talked about your days and just lay down together in your bed, you to sleep and him to try to clear his mind of what happened...
In the middle of the night you woke up suddenly, to the grunting and movements that Rory kept making next to you. When you turned around, he had his back to you, squirming with concern. You asked him if he was okay, and he answered:
"I'm so hungry... My stomach is bothering me more than usual!"
You tried to find the logical solution, but you didn't know what your boyfriend was really going through. "And why don't you go hunt something outside? I'll wait for you here."
"That's the problem. I already went hunting for all the squirrels and rats I found out there but nothing seems to be working. This is seriously starting to hurt."
You thought as you saw your boyfriend still with his back to you. Remembering how I had told you the story of that afternoon with the vampires, the only idea that came to mind was that Rory's hunger She was more serious than a couple of small animals. Maybe something bigger could help him... Something more applied to his «needs».
"Rory, look at me."
He refused, shaking his head. You knew him too well to know that he had his eyes closed.
"Rory, look at me now! Please"
De la manera más lenta y abrupta de la historia, Rory se giró con los ojos cerrados y las manos hundidas en el pecho. Parecía estar sufriendo mucho. Dudaste antes de proponerle tu idea, ya que sabías que era arriesgada, pero ya no podías ver a tu novio así sin hacer nada al respecto.
"Rory, I want you to bite me."
Your boyfriend opened his eyes wide, almost looking into your soul, as he frowned and sat on the bed, moving away from you.
"What!? Are you crazy? No! I'm not going to touch you even a hair"
"Rory, you're starving! And I have the blood you need." You got up to sit next to him, but he walked away almost instantly, crashing his back against your window next to the bed.
"Don't say it! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Rory covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly again.
"Rory, don't be childish." You removed your hands from his ears and stared into his eyes until he opened his. He looked scared, you could see it in his face.
"I don't want to kill you, I don't care how hungry I am, I'm not going to touch you!"
"You're going to have to do it if you don't want to starve yourself, although I don't know if that's possible..."
Rory looked at you suspiciously, because he knew that he didn't have good self-control when it came to human blood, much less one that smelled so good and was in abundance for him.
"But if I leave you dry and I can't save you? I would never forgive myself."
"Rory, let's be honest, you have fallen in love with a different girl every day of your life before we met. If something happens to me, you'll most likely forget it within a week." Rory made the most offended face she could muster at that moment, scowling like an angry grandfather.
"No! How can you think that about me? I love you!"
"I love you too Rory, so stop make this harder than it already is and suck my fucking blood!" Without thinking twice you took Rory's face in your hands and brought his mouth closer to your exposed neck, letting all your scent hit Rory's nose like a bullet, stimulating him immediately pulling his sharp fangs out of his mouth and rubbing them against your bare skin.
"Ah... Don't make me do this!" He moaned as his hand intentionally landed on the other side of your neck, squeezing just enough to leave a mark. His voice trembled like his entire body, and it sounded deeper than usual.
"Hurry before I regret it, Rory."
They remained silent like that, you waiting and him undecided about what to do. He breathed deeply into your neck, inhaling as much as he could of your lovely scent that was so hypnotizing to him.
"Do you promise that if anything goes wrong... Your spirit will torment me for the rest of eternity until I am killed?" Rory murmured, reaching your ears as a final surrender.
You smiled silently, tilting your head further to the opposite side, giving him more space to bite. "I promise you"
The silence stretched before Rory pulled away from your neck roughly. You pulled away from him disappointed.
"Wait, I better bite you somewhere else, I don't want to sink my teeth into your jugular by accident..." Rory took your bare arm and caressed it as if it were a soft cloth. He brought his nose close to the veins in your wrist and sniffed deeply at their aroma, sighing heavily as if he were getting high with your smell. "Have I told you how delicious you smell? You're like my personal brand of kryptonite..." Rory left the long kiss on your hand, leaving a small path towards your knuckles and then returning to your wrist.
"You couldn't last a minute without saying something nerdy, right?"
"I'm sorry, I had to take advantage of the opportunity..." He smiled at you with his glistening fangs out and his eyes locked with yours before returning to your forearm.
Rory licked her lips before opening her mouth wide near your forearm just below your marked veins on your wrist. You closed your eyes with sneakers and waited for the pain. "Promise me you'll scream if it hurts."
"Yes Rory, I get it!"
"Okay...Anxious"
You felt Rory's teeth graze your skin, making it crawl completely. Suddenly the stinging pain began to spread through your forearm, as if a large wasp were stinging you. Then he began to suck the blood like a syringe. Rory grunted in pleasure as he increased the pressure on his hands on your arm, deepening his bite at the same time. You weren't going to lie to yourself, it hurt, it hurt so much, but you knew that your boyfriend's life depended on this and your joy at being able to help him outweighed your pain.
Rory for her part seemed to be enjoying the moment now, starting to let strings of saliva fall from your forearm onto your sheets as she swallowed drop by drop of your precious nectar.
You began to feel dizziness that intensified until you began to see blurry. With all your strength you raised your other arm towards your boyfriend's blonde hair and pulled him in the opposite direction to your forearm. Rory seemed to object for a moment, growling like a cat with a steak in its mouth, the feeling inside your veins unsettling. You hit his hair a couple of times and pulled his hair until ripping out a few strands of his hair, that's when he stopped and released your arm from his teeth.
"Ouch! Why did you do that? I told you to scream if it hurt." Rory rubbed his head where you had pulled out the small strands of hair. His bloody teeth gave you a bit of an impression, although you always thought your boyfriend looked sexy in blood. running down his lips and chin.
You had trouble speaking, your eyes felt heavy, and the bite continued to bleed. You tried to speak but nothing but incomprehensible moans came out of your mouth. Finally your head fell into your hands of Rory.
"Oh no! No, no, no, no. Wake up, don't close your eyes, talk to me darling, tell me you're okay!" Rory patted your cheek as she opened her eyes and shook you, she was panicking. She ran out and came back a second and a half later with a bottle of water and a bag of chips.
"Here! Drink it all" Rory held the bottle for you since you were too weak to hold it yourself. You spit out the water when you almost drowned and wet his entire sheet, again.
"Don't worry, do not worry everything will be fine" You smiled at the thought that Rory was giving you words of support. "Pretend you know what you're doing, don't panic Rory" Your face couldn't show all your disappointment at all.
The rest of the night passed with Rory bandaging your wound, leaving kisses on it and all over your body while you tried to regain strength with the food that he brought you from time to time. You knew he still wasn't completely satisfied since vampires always thirst for blood, but at least the pain was no longer present in either of you.
"Precious, thank you for saving my life. I swear that your blood is the most delicious I have ever tasted after Ethan's blood."
"At what moment did you-?"
"Shh, don't waste your little energy on stupid questions. Better rest, sweetheart."
DeRory te cubrió con las cálidas sábanas de tu cama mientras te acunaba en su pecho y acariciaba tu mejilla suavemente. Desde ese momento supiste que él no era capaz de matarte ni siquiera por accidente, y eso te conmovió...
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Hey! Can I make a request for Jinx, Vi and Ekko? How they would react to seeing you hurt? When I mean hurt I mean ‘if we don’t get medical attention we will pass out but not die’ type (attack by (enemy), a bar fight happens and you end up getting involved even if you were just trying to leave and etc).
(This request if from wattpad By RainRin13, I just copy and pasted their request and added the characters I did for the request lmao)
Vi, Jinx & Ekko When Their S/o Get's Hurt Vi
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Vi hated when you get hurt
Especially because of someone else
She is pissed at them, she doesn’t care who it is
She always wanted to protect you
And you always scared her shitless if you fainted
Or got hurt in general
So when you got hurt by someone in a bar fight…
It’s no secret that Vi is fucking pissed
When the bar fight started she was cool, she wasn’t involved
She and you were just trying to peacefully leave before she did actually get involved
But then someone fucking punched you
That’s all Vi needed to get pissed
She doesn’t remember a lot about the fight
Just that she beat the shit out of them and they have a couple fractures to their face and probably a broken arm
Also that Vi threw them over the bar and into the barrels behind it
Once she got back to you she checked if you were okay
And once she saw you needed medical attention yeah, only fueled her anger more
But she had to actually get you the attention you needed
She actually was able to get you to a doctor
Courtesy of Caitlyn who, surprisingly, was also dragged into the bar fight
If you did end up fainting, Vi wouldn’t fight the one just yet
She’d get you the help you needed before going to find them to beat the shit out of them
Let’s just say it’s not pretty when someone hurts you and she’s there
It’s actually worse when she isn’t there and someone dares
Not pretty.
Not pretty, at all.
Jinx
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Jinx always feel bad when you get hurt
That she wasn’t able to help you when you did or she felt that she hadn’t been quick enough to stop it from happening
But she always got so fucking scared when you fainted
She didn’t have enough time to process you had just fainted and not died
She was always scared shitless when you got hurt, even if it’s a small scratch
But when you and her got into a bar fight and you got hurt
Like Vi, Jinx is freaking pissed
Once she sees there's a bar fight, she gets kinda excited
She liked adrenaline of fights a bit too much
She probably got roped in by herself, probably punched someone
But once she saw someone lay a hand on you??
Oh boy
If they were stupid enough not to know you were her S/o, they will now
Because she might as well have shot the person
You weren’t able to witness it, you probably passed out from being hit with a bottle
But Jinx, while not looking it, is very strong
And beat the absolute shit out of them
Everyone watched it go down and made no attempt to stop her
Knowing that it’d be worse for them if they even tried
Once she decided they had enough from her, she would have Silco deal with ‘em later, she saw you on the floor
Was guilty she didn’t notice sooner
She felt so bad
She knew you needed help, so she ran to Silco, who then got Singed
She didn’t let him inject you with shimmer
She had him actually help you, medically
No way was she about to let him dose you with that
When you were finally okay and woke back up, she was so happy
While making sure you were okay she was also plotting on how to get to the one who did it to you
And let me tell you, you never saw them again
Ekko
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Ekko hated seeing you hurt
It always made him feel guilty
Like he couldn’t protect you 
So, he always tried to avoid you from getting hurt, even sometimes putting himself in harm's way if it meant you were okay
Ekko rarely went to bars
But the firelights and you had managed to get him out of the hideout for once
He was never big with parties, if I’m being honest
He didn’t like how loud they got especially
But he was so freaking annoyed when a bar fight broke out
He thought it was stupid because someone merely bumped into someone and started an all-out brawl in the bar
He was even more annoyed, and sort of angry, when his friends got roped into it too
But then, he saw you in the corner of his eye be dragged back and punched
He didn’t get angry very often, but then he did
Like what the actual fuck?
The guy who hit you didn’t even get another hit in before Ekko tugged him back and punched the ever-living shit out of him
It wasn’t a big fight; Ekko wasn’t very big on harming someone unless necessary
He got about half a dozen good hits in before stopping
The firelights were actually very impressed by Ekko
But then he noticed you were passed out
He felt like his heart stopped before he had to rush back over to you to see you had fainted from the bottle cracked over your head
He had to find his friends, haul them back to the hideout and running to the healer
The healer for the firelights was very kind and very good at their job
So he wasn’t worried about you being permanently harmed
He just felt guilty he didn’t notice you on the ground sooner
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jaysgaystuff · 2 years
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Bite me (18+)
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summary: juliette was so excited after y/n agreed to have a gym session together. but she didn’t knew which plans y/n had with her…
warnings: smut (minors do not interact!), rough sex, oral sex, fingering, hematomania (?), staking, bondage, overstimulation, enemies to lovers, pet names | tell me if I forgot something! |
word count: 7,8k
Juliette cannot stop pacing back and forth.
She makes another lap around the living room of her apartment in record time, pushing and kicking the couch, coffee table, bookshelf and anything that isn't bolted to the floor against the wall. Prior to now, she had been a bit sheepish about the square footage of her apartment. It was enough to be going to the most expensive private university in the area without also having this monstrous apartment. Now though, it felt incredibly small. She'd thought to try to set up her office as a work out space, but it had felt suffocating as she anxiously laid on the floor, stretching her arms to ensure that whatever Y/N had planned for them would work seamlessly. In her rational mind she knows that there is nothing to be worried about - there was more than enough room - but the thought of Y/N having to reschedule and leave moments after she'd arrived was giving her something akin to angina.
After taking several breaths she sighed, trying to ground herself. Someone was at the door.
She basically teleported over to it, wringing it open to find a mildly scared delivery man standing there holding a Whole Foods bag. She smiled, tipped him more than the delivery had been worth in cash, bowed for some reason, and then slammed and locked the door in his face to set the bag on the kitchen island. Reverently she removed bananas, kiwi's, a couple of Powerades, water, some birthday cake flavored protein bars, some granola bars, and a couple of vanilla protein shakes. The beverages went into the fridge right away, and she carefully arranged the rest in a basket.
As a vampire she wasn't exactly sure what people ate before or after workouts off the top of her head, but she was more than happy to look it up. Her mother had always impressed on her the importance of being a good host, and she was going to succeed if it killed her. She opened a small slot in the floor of the kitchen near the trash compactor, to expose a tiny refrigerator where she kept the fresh blood her brother Oliver shipped to her. She did not know where it came from, and hoped to never find out.
As it stood, Juliette had only managed to kill 2 people. The first was an accident, and she had not spoken to her older sister, Elinor, since. The second had been a recent LA alumni that had started hanging around Lancaster Academy while she was a junior. Quite a few years ago now since her current stint in graduate school. The boy had gained a heinous reputation for assaulting or harassing more than 10 different girls at different student's parties. One such girl was her classmate who'd come in the next day seeming totally lifeless. It didn't hurt that she'd had just a teeny tiny crush on the poor girl too. When it happened, It had been a case of wrong place, wrong time for both of them. His hands coming toward her in the dark behind a friend's house, no witnesses, and a hell of a migraine that Juliette just couldn't shake.
She gulped down a full handle of a drunk person's O negative blood to calm herself down. Allegedly, it was only .03 BAC, so just enough to chill her out.
Speaking of crushes though…
Juliette walked back into her bathroom and scrutinized herself in the mirror. Ponytail high and tight, a big athletic t-shirt tucked into a pair of spandex compression shorts were the best she could in the time she'd had. Of course she and Ben had run around the local shopping mall looking for he perfect workout fit, but she was ultimately unable to commit to one of the two piece numbers because it wasn't really her style.
As she preened herself, plucking her eyebrows, brushing her teeth again, and glossing her lips, she allowed herself a moment to imagine what Y/N might wear. Lilith knows she's basically a mental archive of the woman's outfits. Of course, as it so often did, her vampiric labido got the best of her and she ended up splashing her face with water to suppress the visions she kept having of them together, tangled up, her hands sliding under taut polyester towards the taller woman's-
*ding*
The brunette ran back into the living room, towards the sound of her phone going off. It occurred to her then, that she had actually lost track of time. Was it already 7:00? She would have heard a knock at the door from the bathroom right? Right. It went off again, allowing her to find it easily through what could best be described as echolocation.
"Right..." She palmed the device and saw that it was 6:58. The first notification had been from her bestie, sending her a gif of two women kissing, with the message [enjoy your "workout"] underneath. This was immediately swiped into oblivion as Juliette massaged her temple. The next was from her father, checking in, asking if she was eating well enough. She loved that guy. But his name was not the one she wanted to see. She wanted to see Y/N, and the very choice emojis she had put next to her name, telling her that she had arrived so that she could...so that she.
All at once as she stood there, it occurred to her just how complicated it was to get into her apartment.
She needed to provide a visitor's pass for parking, know where the visitor parking even was, leave a message with the front desk, and beep Y/N in on the elevator. The only people that Juliette ever had up to her room were Ben and the delivery folks who were already pre-approved……She had plenty of other classmates she spoke to and acquaintances, but none she felt comfortable bringing up into her room. What if they saw something they shouldn't because she was too relaxed?? It was different with Y/N. There was no way she'd ever relax around her. She'd already checked and double checked the whole place 7 times. Sweating, Juliette began typing feverishly. How could she have forgotten this till now?
*Knock, Knock*
She froze. Who could that be?
Gingerly, she walked over to the door. She had never been tall enough to peek through the hole, so she slowly opened it up, only to be graced by Y/N, as beautiful as ever tilting her head to look back at her.
"Hi." She said, adjusting the duffle bag on her shoulder.
Juliette almost broke the door chain trying to swing it open before scrambling to close it enough to disengage it, and opening it again.
"Hi! Hey." She stood sideways, and gestured towards the living room. "Come in! Uh, I was just about to text you. How- how did you get up here?"
Y/N turned slowly from her cursory inspection of the room and smiled. "Oh. I just followed someone in and told them what floor I needed.. Is that cool?"
Juliette closed the door behind them. "Uh, yeah. Yeah of course it is." Y/N resumed her spin around the room.
"This is…a fancy ass apartment. Very nice…"
The brunette followed the woman, in awe of the fact that she was really there, inside her place. Y/N had opted for a muscle tank top, that was more missing material than not, and had she not been wearing a sports bra, everything would have been visible from the side. She was also wearing a pair of…kind of tiny…running shorts, black spandex just barely concealing the curve of her butt.
Juliette cleared her throat and refocused. "Thank you…My parents insisted. This is the first time I've been anything but embarrassed about it."
Y/N nodded at her with that same captivating smirk, and then placed her duffel bag on the floor between the couch and the wall furthest from Juliette. The sound it made hitting the ground betrayed how monstrously heavy the thing must have been.
The shorter girl hummed. "Wow, you're strong. What do you have in there, a stairmaster? Elliptical?"
Y/N chuckled and bent down next to it, sitting a number of different weights and resistance bands on the floor next to her client's mat in the middle of the room.
"Nah. Well not today, unfortunately." She paused to wink at Juliette. "We're just gonna be…testing the waters."
Juliette came closer to her, wringing her hands. "Well that's good. I haven't done any real exercise since high school."
"Oh, word?" Y/N squinted at the other woman quizzically for a moment before going back to what she was doing. "You just naturally got legs like that?" She zipped her bag back up.
Jules blushed and looked down at them. "Oh...what? These old things?"
Y/N tilted her head back gesturing upwards with her chin. "Flex your arms."
"My…arms?"
"Yeah. I just want to see something."
Reluctantly, and feeling like she might burst into flames, Juliette flexed her biceps while burrowing a hole into the floor with her eyes.
Y/N quickly closed the distance between them, hands extended, now hovering over her skin. "May I?" After a beat, she began to drop them at her sides. "No pressure, I just don't have my calipers."
Juliette took a deep breath. "I'm just a little embarrassed. Uh…sure, of course."
Y/N nodded and stood in front of her while she stood there and tapped her arm to silently get the girl to flex again. Juliette acquiesced as the taller woman gently squeezed her arms, then her waist only to crouch in front of her and grasp her calves silently.
Jules had never been more happy to be a little tipsy and was beginning to wonder if this was a bad idea, What with the way her body was responding to what she assumed
was the other woman's way of assessing her fat/muscle ratio and her current proximity. Juliette felt silly watching her, looking so nonchalant, while she was freaking out. The fiendish little voice in her head was begging her to grab a handful of Y/N‘s hair while she was down there and kiss her lips till they were sore.
Wishing to fill the silence, the brunette laughed out, "Do I get to feel you up too, coach?"
Y/N stood up then and took a step back from her. "Sure. Go ahead."
"Ah…I was mostly kidding." Juliette spoke softly, hands already on the other woman's arms. "But I've been wanting to do this for a while."
Y/N was silent as she watched the shorterwoman run her warm, soft hands over the curves of her arms. She didn't intend to flex her muscles, but she did so anyway.
"Wow. They're so firm...Like steel cables…" Jules breathed, running both hands down brown arms. The two were close, close enough to feel breath on skin. Y/N raised an eyebrow, watching the small woman. A pregnant moment passed as their eyes caught, pale hands wrapped around Y/N‘s wrists. Every time the woman tilted her head like that, brow furrowed, a jolt of lightning ran straight through Juliette.
"Thanks." The Y/H/C said, abruptly turning away to sit on the arm of the couch. "You know..." She began, wagging a finger. "You have incredible muscle concentration for someone who hasn't worked out since high school."
Juliette snapped back to reality, but not soon enough to respond.
"Did you stretch? I want to see what we're working with, so I can come up with our first lil' regiment." Y/N leaned sideways to rest her body weight on the top of the couch and the shirt she was wearing was now revealing even more of the fine muscle of her torso, leaving her client's mouth just a little dryer than before.
"Yeah. Not like, right before you got here, but like an hour ago."
"Hm." Y/N mused, hand to her chin. "Let's see about your cardio. Is that going to be an issue for your downstairs neighbor?"
Juliette waved her hand. "Nah, there's no room underneath this one and the walls are pretty thick. We should be fine.“ Y/N smiled. "Great."
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Juliette slapped her hands against her sides as she completed her final set of jumping jacks in the cardio circuit Y/N had put her through. Just like in her younger years, she mimicked the heavy breathing and exhaustion that her human classmates exhibited during the more strenuous gym periods under Y/N‘s watchful eye. The Y/H/C woman circled her, clapping her hands in encouragement before stopping to stand beside her with her hands on her hips.
"23...24...25. All done. Wow, that was really hard." Juliette sputtered as she ran her arm across her head and fanned herself with her shirt. Y/N walked over to her bag. "Good job, Juliette. Take a seat. Catch your breath." Juliette savored the crumb of praise as she sat on her couch, and threw her head back, letting her eyes cross, panting hard.
Long fingers pressed underneath her jaw. She glanced down to see that Y/N was staring at her intently, and then back down at her watch. A few seconds passed and the woman's brow furrowed.
"Not much of a sweater, huh?" She murmured.
"Yeah. I just get uh, really overheated. It's genetic…You know, kind of like dogs? So l don't work out very much."
"Mmhm.“
"Yeah..."
An awkward silence passed through the airas Y/N kept her fingers pressed at the woman's pulse point.
Finally, she pulled back. "I think that's enough for today."
Juliette's eyes widened and she scanned the room for her phone to check the time but didn't see it where she remembered leaving it. Had an hour passed that quickly?
"Hop on the mat for me." Y/N patted the girl's yoga mat as she sat down next to it. Yes ma'am. The brunette did as she asked, relieved that she had made it to the end without making too big a fool of herself.
"Child's pose?" Y/N intoned, returning the weights to the duffle bag she had brought with her.
Contrary to popular belief, yoga still had a meditative effect for vampires so Juliette was able to relax into the position without having to ask what it was.
"Take deep…relaxing…breaths." Juliette closed her eyes and imagined what their next meeting might be like as she leaned into the pose, bringing her knees underneath her stomach and stretching her arms out as far as she could on the mat.
"Now, corpse."
Juliette hitched herself up and then laid down on the mat, arms still out in front, face down.
"So what do you think?" Juliette asked shyly, muffled by the mat. "Will you be able to wrassle me into sha-"
The girl squawked as Y/N suddenly moved from beside her onto her back bearing down on her with all of her weight, swooping her hands up and into thick silver cuffs which she clacked shut quickly as Juliette hissed in pain, twisting and thrashing underneath her. The hunter growled in effort as she maneuvered an additional set of cuffs onto her ankles.
"Y/N!"
Finally, a slat of regular old duck tape was snatched off and pressed onto Juliette's mouth as Y/N rolled off of her, dusting her hands.
The small woman squirmed beneath her, groaning.
"You must have it too easy killing people in this soundproof room if you let your guard down this much." The woman said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Juliette's eyes were wide, panicked as she peered at the woman who was now holding a wooden stake in her hand.
"MMMPHH……MmmhmmPhh." She pleaded with her eyes as she writhed in pain rolling onto her back and then returning to her stomach.
"You know, my mother always told me that monsters like you were the most dangerous." She twirled the stake in her hands and crouched down next to the girl.
"Beautiful. Kind a smile that makes you want to..." Her voice trailed off as she watched Juliette begin to cry blood from the burning pain searing into her joints.
"When were you planning to drain me, huh? Suck me dry?" She dragged the stake across the smooth skin of the girl's face, wiping a blood tear away. "Were you going to wait until you had me hooked on whatever weird hold you have over me?"
Juliette closed her eyes, and the tears fell freely. This was insane! She'd just wanted to…If only she could explain.
"Well. I guess it doesn't matter." Y/N grabbed one of her fingers to unlock the girl's phone and typed a short message to both Ben and her father.
"I scoped out the place before I came. Dodged the cameras and scaled the wall. No one knows that I'm here." She tossed Jules' phone on the floor, just out of her reach. "And now your friend thinks I never showed up."
The girl walked over Juliette and put her knee on her back to hold her still. "Goodbye, bloodsucker."
And then, after hesitating once, she staked her.
Juliette let out one last muffled scream before her body went totally slack.
Y/N‘s heart sank and she sat back on the floor, breathing deeply from the exertion, her anxiety peaking.
After regaining her nerve enough to make another movement, she removed the cuffs and the tape gingerly, tossing them over her shoulder, and averted her gaze from Juliette's lifeless eyes.
It should not have felt so bad to kill a monster, but she couldn't help but feel heavy as the cute girl from the smoothie shop turned quickly to ash…
Except she didn't.
Y/N stared at the stake protruding from her back.
She rolled the girl onto her side. It was perfectly positioned through her heart.
Confused, she leaned against the couch and waited. And waited.
And at some point, from the compiled exhaustion of her crazy schedule, her two jobs, the legacy blood she'd gotten on her hands, and the labor she'd put in to pull this off…Y/N fell asleep.
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In a cold sweat, Y/N Burns awoke.
Time seemed to crawl as she came to her senses. The woman worriedly assessed her surroundings, noting that she was in a strange bed, in a strange room.
Juliette's.
Her hopes of a quick escape die quickly as both hands catch, tied to the vampire's bedpost. Rope. The rope she had brought with her, just in case.
Blinking, to wake up a little faster, she began to search the room for something to free herself with. It was then that she noticed the Goosebumps blanket she was tucked under, and to her right, a small handmade doll.
"What the hell.." She muttered, struggling against her bindings.
Wet footsteps smack down the hallway toward her and her line of sight zips to the doorway, just in time to see a freshly showered Juliette, wrapped in a towel, freeze at the sight of her.
The air thickens as the two gather their bearings.
Y/N speaks first.
"Let me go." Juliette shakes her head.
Y/N glowers at her. "The fuck you mean,
'no'.“
Juliette grasps the towel around her chest, adjusting it slightly. "I mean, are you going to try to kill me again? Or worse, bring someone to help you try to kill me?"
The bound hunter falters.
Juliette snatches something off her dresser and waves it around. "I was able to snoop through your phone too. You're a hunter. Your whole family is."
Y/N frowns. "I'm gonna do my job, with help, or without it."
Juliette throws her hands up in exasperation. "Why the heck would I let you go then?" She wrings her hands. "Do you really still want to kill me that badly?" Her eyes begin to water. "You could at least lie."
Y/N‘s mouth falls open as she feels herself losing steam. She shakes her head "Don't give me that sad crap. I know what you are, Juliette. Monsters like you don't feel anything."
"Ughh!" The damp woman puts her hands on her hips. "Clearly, you don't have the slightest clue what I feel. Especially not what I feel for you."
"I think I can guess how you feel about the person who just tried to kill you-"
"I really, really like you, you know!" The girl paces in front of the bed. "I can see that you think I brought you here to drink all your blood or whatever but I actually just wanted a reason to hang out with you! You're really…hot and…intimidating and I couldn't get up the nerve to ask you out so…When you offered to train me I thought..." She trails off as she buries her head in her hands.
Y/N is silent, thinking, desperately trying to hold onto her righteous anger. "Why should I believe someone who lies so easily about the most mundane things? Look at you now! Fresh out of the shower, even though we both know that nothing I had you do could make you break a sweat!"
Juliette rolls her eyes and comes a little closer, pointing to her heart and searching the other woman's eyes. "I can't really apologize for showering when I was covered in my own blood. If I'd left it, I'm sure you'd have thought it was someone else's."
The Y/H/C haired woman leans her head back on the pillow she'd been sleeping against.
“I won't apologize for saving people's lives from a killer. Well," she gestures with her head, "at least trying to."
"I'm not..." Jules marches over to her, phone in hand. "I can't believe I'm really going to show you this." Y/N balks as the shorter woman carefully sits down next to her on the bed, unlocking her phone. She opens the text message thread between herself and Ben. "I'm assuming that you didn't pay much attention to the conversation we were having before you texted him that I was going to do some homework because you didn't end up coming."
Y/N reads, dumbfounded, message after message of Juliette talking about how beautiful she is, how excited she was to see her, and what appears to be a weeks-long crush, in excruciating detail.
Jules: [There's no way she'd be interested in me]
Jules: [Did you see what she was wearing
today…GOD]
Jules: [I'll try to actually talk to her, next time for sure]
Jules: [Okay, I wussed out. Maybe next time?]
Jules: [She's like straight out of a magazine, Ben! What do you want from me?]
Benny Boy<3: [You want to fuck her so bad
it makes you look stupid!]
Jules: [Shut UPPPPP]
And so on.
Y/N‘s eyes dart around the room, feelings of defeat clamoring in her chest. And guilt. And excitement?
Juliette pulls the phone away, blushing. Her fingers pick at loose threads in the blanket she'd spread over Y/N as she continued sheepishly.
"I've been having these insane dreams about you. Almost every night. I can't get you out of my head." She leans close to the hunter then, trying to catch her gaze.
"I…You..." The other woman flounders. To say the scent emanating from the warm, damp vampire was disarming would be an insult of an understatement.
Juliette bites her lip. "I'm not very good at flirting, I know, and I don't know maybe it's vamp brain. Maybe I'm genuinely just that crazy about you, but I could have sworn when you talked to me that night in the smoothie shop…that even just a little…“ she whispered, drawing just slightly nearer…"That you…liked me too." Juliette feels extremely silly to be saying this to a person who had attempted to murder her a couple of hours ago, but she gets the sense that nothing could make her like the woman even a little less.
Y/N was moving her lips but no words were coming out. There was naught but a hairbreadth between them, and there she was, confronted with a dripping, toweled Juliette. Her mind was swimming now. With the last of her resistance she manages, hoarsely. "I don't."
The vampire is quiet for a moment before slowly, a broad, incredulous grin spreads across her pretty face, her eyes flashing with mischief.
"Then why is your heart beating so fast?"
Y/N tilts her head and licks her lips, throat feeling thick, pointing with a bound hand. "Your towel..."
Juliette's hands come up to feel skin where cotton should be, stuttering as her skin turns bright red.
Y/N is unfazed, angling her head towards the half-naked woman. "You know..." Her voice is like silk now, her lips parted. "I can't lie..." She leans as far forward as she can, the rope pulled tight, her eyes glazed over. "I've always wanted to…see how far down…that blush spreads."
Juliette's hand creeps up and over
Y/N‘s thigh like molasses as she carefully closes the distance between them, landing a whisper of a kiss onto plump lips.
The towel settles around her waist loosely as she fully rests her weight on her hands, gripping Y/N‘s strong thighs. They brush their lips together softly, Y/N straining her neck to capture Juliette's lips fully. The pale woman can't help but moan, gingerly pulling herself onto her knees, so that she can take the hunter's face in her hand. She locks eyes with her shyly, biting her lip, before kissing her again tentatively…once, twice, three times. And then she feels Y/N‘s tongue slide languidly over her bottom lip.
Sirens sound in Juliette's head immediately as her body begins to ache in earnest. Y/N‘s racing pulse is like a metronome ticking the small woman over the edge. Her fangs extend in response, prompting her to cover her mouth and pull back, gathering the towel around herself.
Y/N watches, in a fog, as the girl's fangs appear, and a strange darkness blankets Juliette's usually cherubic visage. It thrills her substantially more than it should.
Juliette's hands fly up to her temples. "Shit." She drank before she got in the shower to avoid this, but with Y/N her body seems to just do whatever it wants.
Y/N doesn't say anything, just continues observing the girl who begins hurriedly untying her wrists. When she leans across Y/N to untie her other hand, the ravenette briefly considers catching the towel in her mouth. Before she can decide on that course of action, Juliette is back standing off to the side of the bed.
"You can leave." The anxious vampire exhales, with a voice like gravel. "I don't want to hurt you."
Y/N‘s brow furrows as the shorter girl slowly backs away.
"My key fob is by the door, so please take the elevator so that you don't hurt yourself." She says, walking towards the kitchen. "I'm very, very thirsty."
Juliette shuffles away then, leaving Y/N confused, nearly catatonic, and strangest of all, throbbing like an open wound.
The short woman hardly turns the corner to access her secret refrigerator before Y/N is tossing off her tank top and pressing her against her regular refrigerator, pupils totally blown out, panting like she ran.
Juliette, now a mite calmer, is bewildered. "Y/N? You-"
"Shut the fuck up."
The taller girl grasps her neck, on the edge of choking the girl, before crushing her lips onto Juliette's.
The shorter girl is lost in the softness of Y/N‘s lips immediately, legs weakening as she throws her arms over the girl's shoulders. Y/N presses fully against her body, leaving nary a space between them.
Her mouth is hot, open, and searching as she grasps the woman's waist with her free hand grinding against her. Juliette responds with the same fervor, her tongue sliding against Y/N‘s, one hand finally tangling in her thick hair, keeping her close, the other sliding down Y/N‘s chest. Flushed red hands caress the soft skin and hard muscle of Y/N‘s stomach outlining the faint divisions of her defined abdomen.
Y/N‘s grip on Juliette softens as she holds her face, breathing heavily, pressing her head back against the wall.
"You make me feel fuckin' crazy," she growls.
Juliette gasps, eyelids fluttering closed, tugging a little on Y/N‘s hair. "You make me so fucking wet."
The streak of molten desire that shoots through Y/N borders on painful as she lifts Juliette up, who loses her poor towel in the process.
Y/N had kissed girls before. She had had sex before. But this was like an itch she could not scratch. Her body was crying out for Juliette and she could not fight it, not this close, in the sanctity of the girl's home, where only God could judge. Not anymore.
Juliette instinctively wraps her legs around Y/N‘s waist, too drunk with lust to feel embarrassed about the viscous wet streak she is spreading across the girl's tum. She holds her tight around the neck and shoulders, as the magnets she'd fixed to her refrigerator are knocked onto the ground.
Y/N kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip, before sliding her tongue against Juliette's. The shorter girl moaned as long, lithe fingers gripped her ass and Y/N‘s warm body held her steady against the fridge. The hunter angles her head down to roughly kiss and suck Juliette's neck, prompting her to moan loudly, holding onto her for dear life.
"Y/N..."
As if following a command, the Y/H/C haired girl switches her grip, hoisting Juliette higher to fully support her with her arms, pressing soft kisses onto her collarbones as she walks her to the living room.
Jules lets out a breathy laugh. "God, you're so hot." And it's making Juliette deliriously horny. Is she dreaming again? Did she actually die earlier?
Y/N stops sprinkling her with kisses to give her a look that makes Jules gulp before laying the girl down onto the yoga mat, which was still lying there, now spotless again.
She pinned the brunette's hands over her head with one hand, devouring all of the girl's naked form with her gaze.
"It spreads all the way down to your toes, I See." Her fingers make a trail from pursed lips, to the flushed valley of her breasts, down a soft stomach to make lazy circles at the base of the vampire's pelvis. Y/N has never seen anything more compelling. It’s taking all of her restraint to move at this pace. She wants to see the woman come completely undone. It's only fair. But it's worth the time to burn the image of the mewling, pliant vampire submissive underneath her. She can't really predict what either of them might do next.
Juliette is squirming again underneath her, this time crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to generate some kind of friction at her swollen apex. "Please…I can't..."
Y/N‘s smile is wide and wicked. “You keep trying to convince me that you're so sweet, so innocent." She continues her lazy circles, creeping lower toward Juliette's most sensitive bits. "But you're leaking onto this mat and I haven't even put my mouth on you yet baby."
Juliette's mouth drops open and her ears now too, are the color of strawberries. "Have you…Have you seen yourself? Have you felt your own hands? Kissed yourself before?" The woman rolls her eyes. "I don't want to hear it!" Y/N‘s words, while inciting her to protest, only turned the poor girl on even more. But it really wasn't her fault. Y/N was built like an olympic track star.
Y/N grins and dips her finger within Juliette's folds. "Just down that bad, huh?" She grazes her finger over the peaked bundle of nerves, and delights in the way Jules' back arches immediately, eyebrows raising with glee. This was kinda like torturing her, right?
The brunette is desperately biting her lip. "Horrendous." She gasps. "Astronomical." The burst of affection from the smoothie shop returns full force. Y/N knows that if Juliette really wanted to get free of her, she absolutely could. Instead, she's just suffering, waiting, saying whatever embarrassing thing Y/N provokes her to say.
Yeah. She likes her.
Y/N releases Juliette who then immediately props herself up on her elbows to try and kiss her. The hunter deftly avoids her attempt, sitting back on her knees and sliding her hands underneath warm thighs, lifting the girl's legs over her shoulders.
Y/N likes Juliette a lot. And she's tired of pretending that she doesn't.
Fangs are out again as Y/N gently drags her tongue over Juliette's clit, then down to her opening to gather a significant taste of her, and back up. Hot air grazes pink silk, "If I didn't know any better, l'd think you were about to cum already, princess."
The brunette covers her mouth with her hands, both to hide her teeth and to suppress an embarrassingly loud moan. Overstimulation is the word for the vampire's experience as she watches Y/N‘s head bob like she's fishing for apples, working her over with the precision of a surgeon. Juliette squeezes her eyes closed, hands still over her mouth. The only thing she has left to hide is the fact that she is, in fact, cumming right now. Way too early.
Y/N stops momentarily at the feeling of the girl's legs quivering, thighs threatening to end her life. If she hadn't figured out Juliette was a nightcrawler before she'd found herself in this position, the taste of her would have confirmed it. No one tasted like this. Y/N peeked at the girl's strained expression and continued drinking her in ravenously, wondering if that was what being a vampire felt like. "Fuck baby…you taste…delicious."
Y/N was feeling very bold. Killing monsters was one thing. Being in complete control of one, who also happened to be an incredibly gorgeous, gorgeous girl was another. Of course, if she was honest with herself, she didn't really think of Juliette as sharing energy with the likes of ghouls and shamblers. Not even close. But that didn't stop her from being irreconcilably turned on by this.
With the brunette's legs still over her shoulders, she rises up to be directly above her, pressing the girl's knees almost against her chest. She chuckles.
"And you lied about being flexible too. Tsk, tsk." Juliette is breathing erratically under Y/N‘s penetrating gaze, still trying to come down, unable to defend herself. "Let's see what else you're keeping from me." Her fingers tenderly massage Jules' slit and the exposed woman's breath hitches. It only takes a couple of second for two of Y/N‘s fingers to become sufficiently slick, and only a couple more for them to be 3 knuckles deep.
Juliette's eyes roll back into her head and she groans as Y/N tucks her head between her neck and shoulder, viciously kissing her neck, biting, and leaving dark hickeys in her wake, while steadily stroking her insides. She angles up to Juliette's crimson ear, whispering wantonly.
"I want people to know I was here. I want your daddy to see what I did. Who bit who." Juliette is already starting to contract around her, moaning helplessly, her hands back in Y/N‘s hair.
"For a good girl, you sure like it when I say wild shit to you..." Y/N licks her ear. "I think…you like it."
"Please, please." Juliette’s prey whimpers as she suppresses the urge to bite her, which was just one feeling in a cacophony of sensations that were threatening to drive her insane, and the coil twisting within her loins the girl was nearing the brink.
The two lock eyes as Y/N repositions, moving Juliette's legs around her waist before gently entering her anew.
"Baby girl," She intones, licking her lips. "I'm bout to fuck you like nobody else ever did."
Y/N‘s pelvis presses down onto her hand, body rolling into Juliette's in sync with her thrusts, adding additional weight to her strokes, her fingers a substitute for the one thing she didn't bring in her bag.
And Juliette is cumming again, crying out as Y/N fucks her relentlessly, and wave after wave of orgasm wracks through her body. She finds herself pulling Y/H/C hair demanding "More, more," until her voice is hoarse and even her nigh immortal body cannot handle another wave of pleasure rippling through it. Finally, all is still as Y/N rests her head on the woman's chest, not the least bit tired, but finally able to see through the haze of her inordinate lust.
They just lie like that for a moment.
Juliette's heart truly racing as Y/N breathes deeply, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the soft hands stroking her face and hair.
"Still trying to end me, I guess..." Juliette sighs, able to speak coherently again. Y/N huffs, nodding into her chest.
Juliette has learned that there is something else in the world that feels almost as satisfying as drinking enough blood to kill a man.
Almost.
Y/N‘s balls are as blue as the sky in July, but she moves to get up, surprising a suddenly cold Juliette as she paces round the room. Despite the lack of post nut clarity, her skin flashes mahogany as her mind replays what just transpired.
She looks at a fully naked Juliette who's earlier sheepishness seems to have temporarily dissipated in favor of a strange mix of bliss and confusion.
"You look like you're about to run off." Jules says softly, concern evident on her face. Y/N‘s hands are on her hips, then folded across her chest as she continues walking back and forth. Embarrassed, and still throbbing, she sits down on the couch and puts her head in her hands.
"Well I sure feel like I want to," she groans, leaning back and putting her arm over her eye. Never in her life; not with Tess, or Diamond, or Britney, or Maria…none of her past flames have made her lose herself like that before. It's kind of freaking her out.
„This is nuts.“
Juliette laughed. "You're telling me. I'm just now getting the feeling back in my feet." She curled and uncurled her toes, kicking them up at the stressed woman.
"Ah…Yeah." Y/N can't meet her eyes. "I may have gotten a little carried away."
Juliette touches her neck, which is for the time being still somewhat tender. "I can't believe you tried to give me a bunch of giant hickeys…I don't remember wishing I didn't heal so fast before today. Not to mention-"
"Yeah..." Y/N rubbed her face. "That line about your dad...Outta pocket. I know. I don't have an explanation for that." The girl grabbed the decorative throw from off of the couch and tossed it toward Juliette who caught it and draped it over herself, clearly giddy, just pleased Y/N was still there.
"You said a lot of things actually."
Y/N groaned.
"I've never been called delicious before."
"Stop…“
"I have had girlfriends who couldn't make me feel like this. Much less figure out how to put me out of my mind like that. I guess that's why youre middle name is Antigone."
The hunter was silent, massaging her temples.
"Speaking of…for a moment there…. it kinda sounded like you wanted to stake…a little claim on me." Juliette waggled her brows. "Get it? Stake a claim?"
Y/N stared at her, through her fingers for a moment. "I think I'm going to go now."
"What??"
"I can't do this."
Of course, Juliette also couldn't let her leave. Not yet. Not after the most earth shaking orgasm of her life.
She was in her lap in a blink, blanket draped over her shoulders, so that she was bare to Y/N. As mortifying as it was for her to be so brave, being naked had worked before so she had hope that it would work again.
"Don't leave. Please." She took the other woman's wrists and rubbed her palms with her thumbs. The two peered into each other's eyes, seeking understanding, reciprocation. "I didn't take you for the type to boot and scoot.. You didn't even leave right after you tried to kill me."
Y/N gasped in spite of herself.
"Juliette."
"What?" She waved both their hands around as she spoke. "if you leave now, that's what you'll be doing. I don't make the rules. Besides, if anyone should be feeling weird about all this, it is me, and I don't appreciate you stealing my moment!"
The Y/H/C haired girl can't help but chortle, raising her eyebrows. "Ha! …Fair enough."
Juliette is beaming again, now running her thumb over Y/N‘s lips.
Y/N, totally enamored with that smile, captures her hand to kiss the mostly healed silver scars on her wrist.
Juliette hates that no matter how sweet Y/N‘s actions may be, if they include touching her, they start her engine. It's stupid that the butterfly kisses to her sore wrists are making her so warm.
"Why does it feel like everything you do is sexy..."
Y/N giggles. "This?" She kisses her wrist again. "You are so easy to please. Even easier to tease."
Juliette shakes her head. "For you? I'm just easy in general."
Dark eyes glint with mischief, "Uh huh." It was just so damn fun to play with the little vampire. She was usually so measured, thinking things through. But when it came to Juliette, she was finding that she couldn't pass up any opportunity to fluster her. It was just too hot to watch her fold so quickly.
She peppered the girl's wrist with more kisses, then moved up to her palm, kissing it gently at first. She watched Jules' carefully with a heavy gaze as she swapped her lips for her tongue, licking up one of her fingers before taking two into her mouth.
Juliette is stupefied, and of course, immediately back in the hopeless state she'd been in when Y/N had kissed her in the kitchen. Her breathing hitched as she looked at Y/N who was wickedly servicing her fingers now, sliding her tongue in between them, sucking them off with a punctuating pop - all the while maintaining eye contact.
Blue eyes darkened as legacy blood now pooled in Juliette's core, shockwaves flitting throughout her each time Y/N‘s tongue made contact with the soft skin of her fingers. She felt the air around her shift while her lips formed into a pout. "Well… now you're just being mean."
Y/N was all teeth, totally pleased with herself. "I am. What are you going to do about it?" She winked, totally self-assured. But perhaps, she should not have been.
There were two sides to Juliette.
The angel that she so adored who was awkward, shy, cute and kind of dorky.
But there was a devil too.
Juliette's fangs were already out, so Y/N was a little slow to detect the change. And so, the hunter was taken completely off guard when the short woman lifted her into her arms, bridal style, as easily as a bag of potatoes.
She walked them back to her bedroom and placed Y/N on the bed, face down to straddle her back. The Y/E/C eyed girl turned slightly with suspicion as Juliette pushed her hair back behind her ears, a slightly off-putting lust painting her face as she gently helped pull the woman's sports bra off of her head.
"Uh. Are you okay?"
Juliette smirked. "Never better. Now..." The brunette continued looking at Y/N as she slid the athletic shorts and spandex just far enough down perfect thighs to be able to pull her underwear to the side. Without fanfare, she dipped her head down and raggedly licked the woman's slit.
"Oh…shit…" Y/N moaned, grabbing hold of the sheets at her sides, looking back at her impromptu lover's blue doe eyes. „Jules…Fuck."
"I love the way you say my name even more while I'm eating you out." Juliette sighed as she continued, placing both hands on the woman's legs, pushing them until Y/N understood and shifted onto her knees. "Everything you do is so freaking sexy to me, you know."
Y/N could only pant and keen as dainty hands grasped the curve of her ass, pulling her back into the vampire's mouth.
The short woman rocked her back onto her tongue again and again, as Y/N began to unravel, pressing into the bed to meet Juliette's face halfway.
"Not so fast, meanie.." Juliette licked her lips, biting them as she snaked a hand up well defined back muscles to thread her fingers into Y/H/C hair, and pull the woman toward her till her back was arched.
"Ohhh, fuckkkkk." Y/N gasped as Juliette penetrated her from behind, sidling up against her, curling her fingers to stroke inside her longingly, planting feverish kisses against smooth shoulder blades.
As Y/N‘s excitement rose, so did Juliette’s as she listened to her heartbeat continuously accelerate.
"Can you believe you were about to leave me before I could return the favor?" She asked tongue trailing her spine.
"Juliette…" Was all Y/N could manage as she fucked the fingers back, using her own to press at her own clit, lost in the sensation.
"Vampires are great hosts, you know. I even bought you some snacks. I can be super generous.." The girl murmured, pouting as she added another finger carefully and redoubled her efforts. And I think I'd do anything for you."
"Please," Y/N begged, teetering on the edge.
"Do it."
Juliette blinked, startled out of the red haze by genuine confusion. "Do…What?"
"Do it." Y/N growled. "I want you to do it while you're inside of me. Please don't make me ask again. Don't make me say it."
Oh.
Juliette’s eyes nearly crossed as she leaned forward, tossing Y/N‘s hair over to one side, craning her neck into range, and bit her.
Y/N nearly screamed at the feeling. It was much, much different than she'd imagined. She blinked back tears at the euphoria of being fucked and drained at once. Juliette's eyes lolled with complete satiation.
If Y/N‘s juice had tasted like heaven, her blood brought her to hell. Together they came one last time as the taller woman breathily rattled out Juliette's name, clawing at the headboard.
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mondlersblye · 7 months
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Fic Name: keeping it all to myself
Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss
Words: 1,085
Warnings: idk pain
One shot or Multiple Chapters? One shot
Content: Jennifer Jareau is used to keep all of her feelings to herself. Who is the person she's going to trust enough to open up ?
A/N: i don’t know how to write happy stuff i’m sorry xx
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One thing about Jennifer Jareau is that she's always going to keep everything to herself, whether it's hurting her or not. For most of her life, she kept the secret of being queer to everyone; she even tried to keep it from herself. After her abduction, Jennifer broke it off with Will, chose to keep a certain distance from her friends at the BAU. She struggled with PTSD and anorexia, and she decided to keep everything to herself, again. She convinced herself she could manage everything, she can deal with what happened in her life all by herself, because it's how it's always been. Since her sister died and her dad left, she took care of herself. By the age of eleven, she had to take care of her mother, the house, and school, all of these while trying to survive in this world. Jennifer grew up quicker than everyone else in her grade, so she was often alone in school. And when she came back to a home in complete silent, she knew things weren't going to change.
So once she graduated, she made everything possible to leave as far of this city as she could. And this is how she ended up in San Diego. All she wanted was to be herself. But it only made Jennifer keep more things to herself. Here, no one knew what happened to her family, so she stopped being the dead girl's little sister. She thought that running away from all of this would solve all her problems, but new ones appeared. Jennifer is now 19, it's her second year of college and her new problem has a name. It's called Olivia. Olivia is the girl she's sharing her dorm with, but most importantly she's the girl she drunk kissed at a party last night. She was drunk, but she remembers everything. And when she woke up to see the bed next to hers was empty, she was scared of what Olivia would think, of what she would do. When the brunette came back to their room, Jennifer apologized for hours on end, blaming it on the alcohol. Olivia wasn't going to say anything; she dismissed it and acted like nothing happened. Jennifer was relieved, but it wasn't until the next day when she was all kinds of slurs written in her locker. Someone at the party saw them, and rumors never stopped since that night.
When Jennifer saw and heard all the awful things people could say about queer people, her only answer was to keep her feelings deep to herself. She dismissed everything she ever felt for her roommate, whether it was platonic or not. She distanced herself from every woman in her life, every girl friend or professor. She swore to herself she would never feel anything towards a woman ever again. She tried to force herself to date a guy from her class. It lasted just a couple of months but it was enough for the rumors to die down. That experience in college made Jennifer forbid herself for ever feeling anything towards a woman for almost two more decades.
She met Will a few years after she started at the BAU, she was around 26. Everything was easy with him, so she figured he was the right choice. And he was, for a limited time.
10 years later, Jennifer gets abducted. When she's rescued by Emily, something clicked in her mind and all she could think of was the older woman. She spent a few days at home, recovering slowly from what happened, with her boyfriend next to her. But each time he tried to talk about what happened to her, she closed off more and more. Jennifer couldn't have a night of sleep without multiple nightmares, she was barely eating and she was losing energy more and more each day. After almost two weeks of Will constantly putting pressure on her to talk, she decided to ask him to leave. She couldn't do this anymore. She's always been dealing with her problems by herself; it's not going to be any different now than she's an adult.
Will left a week ago and she's now finally back to work. No one knows what's going on in her head and she's grateful no one is asking questions, except Emily. And strangely enough, Jennifer can't lie to her or try to dismiss her feelings. 18 years ago, she swore to herself she would never be close to a woman like that again, she would never open up to anyone because it hurts her more than it's doing any good, or so she thinks. When Emily asked how she was doing, they were still in the BAU offices. She felt her heart beats faster, and something in her wanted to talk, to tell her everything, but it wasn't the place. Not that she didn't feel safe, but their coworkers are still in the building and she doesn't want them to hear some of the things she wants to talk about. So she asks the brunette to come by her place, get a drink and maybe, if Jennifer is ready, she will open up to her friend.
Two hours and an empty bottle of red wine later, Emily popped the question again and this time Jennifer couldn't skip it, but she could still lie.
“I'm fine.”
“No you're not. Try again Jayje.”
“It's nothing that I can't deal with Em. I've been on surviving mode since I was a kid, it's nothing different.”
“What do you mean?” Emily's tone was surprised, because it was the first time Jennifer expressed something from her past. There was no going back now, the blonde knew it was time for her to open up, or she wouldn't survive this.
She kept everything bottled up for three decades, every single pain, every trauma she went through; she kept it all to herself. But tonight, she realized she didn't have to anymore. She let herself trust the woman in front of her; she let herself feel everything she tried to hide for all those years. Jennifer told her everything, from Roslyn to Olivia to everything that happened in their job.
And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jennifer fell asleep in someone’s arms, finally able to rest for the entire night.
Opening up to someone was the hardest thing she might have done. She broke barriers she didn't even know she built. But tonight, it saved her life.
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lilylilyloly · 9 months
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hi hi hello
i saw your headcanon post and wondered if you have more? (about nature wives btw)
ask and you shall receive!
-tortoise doesn’t really like anyone else but shelby at first but he gets really attached to katherine
-if you’ve read my fic “a very long night” you might remember how katherine’s curse turned her hand dead and numb. after it happened, kath starts wearing gloves to hide her cursed hand, but she takes them off around people she trusts (aka shelby)
-kath teaches shelby to dance
-skulkby (skulked shelby) is used to intimidating and scaring everyone away. the only person this doesn’t work against is katherine and it very much confuses her
-adding onto the last one, shulkby is all like idk really creepy shit and kath just does not care because that is her best friend right there and she’s not just gonna leave her like this and skulby is like ??? because she’s not used to being cared for
-dunno if i alr said this or not, but katherine embroidered the little flowers on shelby’s overalls and hat because she thought they’d look cute
-kath’s favorite thing is to pick shelby up and spin her around
-once when kath was monster hunting she got hurt very badly and shelby’s empire was the closest, so that’s were she went and found out that shelby is really good at stitching up wounds or whatever
-and now whenever she’s monster hunting and close to the evermoore (or if she just misses shelby) she’ll stop by with whatever excuse and shelby never complains because she’s usually pretty bored anyway and it gives her an excuse to take a break from whatever she’s doing
-also shelby is regularly up really late at night doing literally anything. maybe she’s studying for a test, maybe she’s rushing on an assignment she forgot about until the night before the due date, or maybe she has nothing to do so she busies herself with stupid shit like randomly deciding to build a mini house for tortoise or learning to bake or reorganizing her entire room. whatever it is, it’s usually not sleeping
-they go on little picnic dates
-remember when i said they’re each other’s first best friends? so like they both never really had a lot of friends as kids and they probably missed out on a lot of the kind of fun things you do as kids with your friends. yk, sleepovers, pillow fights, makeovers, late night talks, and whatever you do as stupid kids idk i didn’t have friends either
-so obviously they do all of it together. kath comes to shelby’s house with popcorn or whatever and they do each other’s makeup and laugh at stupid shit until the sun comes up and it’s super silly
-kath prefers reading shelby’s books because she likes seeing the little doodles and colorful annotations shelby puts in the margins
-shelby, being a witch, was one of the only people who didn’t shy away upon hearing about katherine’s curse when they first met and it didn’t seem like a big deal to her at the time but kath nearly cried right then and there
-katherine’s parents are probably really strict so they do the little cliché thing where shelby’s throwing rocks at kath’s window to get her attention and they run off together in the forest at night
-i’ve heard this one a couple times before, but kath is scared of heights and is super scared of riding with shelby is her broom at first. shelby lightly teases her about it and finds it so so cute
-in my last headcanon post i said before they started dating kath kept accidentally making shelby flustered and didn’t realize. i think after they started dating shelby starts making katherine flustered more with little surprises and sweet words and surprise kisses and it’s super sweet
-kath’s curse is easier to manage on some days and harder to manage on others and on the really bad days she asks shelby to come over so she’ll bring tortoise and make them tea and let kath lay her head on her lap and hold tortoise (because according to shelby cuddles with tortoise makes everything better) and they’ll just chill together and maybe watch a movie or read a book or whatever
-katherine talks pretty much nonstop about literally anything and shelby’s favorite sound in the world is her voice
-remember the sleepover thing ok so whenever kath sleeps over at shelby’s house she takes shelby’s sweaters because they’re warm and comfy and smell like her
i think i have a couple more of these so lmk if y’all want another headcanon post like this
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Beelzemon with a s/o who's a single parent please? they have a 9 year old daughter who's really sweet and curious (probably wasn't even scared when she first met the digimon), and the parent is usually rushing about trying to keep her from dangerous things, places, etc! thanks for your wonderful writing~
Beelzemon with a S/O who is a single parent with a 9-year-old daughter
Beelzemon has always been great with kids. It's a hidden talent he has, managing to get along with them no matter what. So, when he first met his S/O's kid for the first time, he was sure to try and not be as intimidating as he knew he looked as he was introduced. She seemed to like him right off the bat, which was good for him and his S/O, seeing as he'd be sticking around.
Beelzemon gets along perfectly with his S/O's kid. She's sweet enough to him, and her curiosity isn't an issue since he's more than happy to answer her questions to the best of his abilities. He is very, VERY careful when it comes to his outfit around her, namely his boots and his sharp claws. Always gentle and being sure she didn't hurt herself with his boots.
The Demon Lord Digimon assures his S/O that they don't have to worry so much with him around now, he'll keep an eye on his S/O's kid! They can relax some and get some rest, he can sit and entertain their daughter for a good while as they do. Not that she was a handful, but if his S/O ever needed a nap or something, he was right there to be of help.
Beelzemon DOES spoil his S/O's kid if he goes unsupervised for too long, though. Mostly because he can't say no to anything she asks - so long as it's not too dangerous anyway - and he loves to hear her laugh and giggle, generally anything that makes her happy makes him happy. If his S/O doesn't mind it, then great! But if they do, they just have to talk to him about it and he'll try to reel it in.
He loves his S/O, and he loves their kid too. He adores the both of them and he really enjoys being the second parent! And when his S/O is too tired, he makes dinner for everyone - which usually tends to be a bunch of frozen snacks he heated up since he only knows how to cook specific things and... it's just easier to throw things into the oven to cook. He does make breakfast every day for them, though. Proper breakfast, whatever his little angel of a daughter wants mostly!
Beelzemon is glad his S/O trusts him with the safety of their daughter the way they do. It's clear how much he loves spending time with her, and he takes her safety very seriously just like they do. Not to mention how often they come home to see him curled protectively around her when they're napping after a long couple of hours.
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catierambles · 1 year
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Pairing: Walter Marshall x Clara Tunney (OFC)
WC 1893
Warnings: mentions of kidnapping and sexual assault Minors DNI 18+ONLY a/b/o themes later on if you squint and unfocus your eyes
"Chapter" 1 for those who want a refresher
@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @eldarwen333
Clara crashed hard like he knew she would when she was done giving her statement, telling them everything that she had gone through the last couple years with a kind of numb detachment. Rage had built in him slowly as she talked, his mind going back to that bastard walking away from them. The station psychologist had insisted on speaking to her after they got everything down and they gave them some privacy as the two women spoke.
"Well?" Walter asked and Rachel sighed.
"She's been through a lot of trauma." She said.
"So it's all true?"
"Yeah, Walter, it's all true. She's distanced herself from it as a way to cope, but she still feels it. Clara is…probably one of the strongest people I've ever met who's gone through something like this. She never stopped trying to get away, never gave up trying to get her freedom. No matter how many times he caught her, or she was handed back to him, she wasn't broken by it and she just tried again." Rachel said, "Based on what she's said about him, she's absolutely correct when she told you he would stop at nothing to get her back."
"And the stuff about her family?"
"She expanded on what she told you. Her and her abusers parents were convinced that they were fated to be together. That they were born for one another."
"Excuse me?"
"Reminds me of cult-like behavior and brainwashing, people absolutely convinced that something is meant to happen due to some random occurrence." Rachel said, "This one, her and Daniel, they share a birthday, but he's a year older than her."
"So because they have the same birthday, her parents are so convinced that they're supposed to be together that  they would gladly hand their daughter over to a man that raped her repeatedly. She went to them to get help getting away from him and they just gave her back with a smile." Walter said and Rachel nodded. "Fuck."
"She didn't let it break her though, she fought him and she's still fighting." Rachel said, "Every time she managed to escape was fighting him."
"She told me he was going to kill her." Walter said, "But if he thinks they're supposed to be together…"
"He may just kill her so no one else can have her." Rachel said and Walter sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Where is she now?"
"I put her in your office, she looked exhausted." Rachel said and he nodded.
"Thank you." He walked away, heading to his office and pushing open the door. His eyes immediately went to her curled up on the couch he had in there, deeply asleep. Heading over to the filing cabinet, he pulled it open slowly and pulled out the wool blanket he kept in there. Shaking it out, he laid it over her gently and she woke with a gasp, looking up at him with wide, scared eyes. "Easy, Clara, it's me, it's Walter."
"W-Walter?" She asked and he nodded.
"You can sleep here, it's okay. You're safe." He said and she nodded, her fingers curling around the edge of the blanket and pulling it tighter around herself. He watched as she quickly drifted off again, secure in her surroundings and feeling safe in his presence. He wasn't going to pass her off to someone else. That wasn't going to happen. He was going to handle this one personally and make sure that bastard never hurt her again. 
"Are you sure, Lieutenant?" The Captain asked him after he laid out his plan and Walter nodded.
"She obviously feels safe around me and I don't want to hand her off to someone else she doesn't know." Walter said, "We also can't be certain that he won't try to lie and get her back somehow. Wouldn't be the first time he's lied to cops and tricked them into handing her over."
"True, but they didn't know the full story."
"He tried to get me to hand her over by telling me that she was off her medication and paranoid. I can see him trying again." Walter said and the Captain nodded. "Track her down, make her sound crazy, that she made it all up, and then vanish with her again."
"Any thoughts about where she's going to stay?"
"She can stay with me, I've got the room, and I told her I wasn't going to let her out of my sight until we tracked down Daniel Marks and put him away." Walter said.
"It's your show, Lieutenant. A BOLO has been put out for Daniel Marks based on the description you and she gave of him. The composite will be on every news station in the country in case he tries to run."
"And if it reaches her family that she's not with him anymore?" Walter asked, "If they try to take her and we know they'll just give her back to him, I'd like to see if we can press charges. Aiding and abetting kidnapping and false imprisonment, accessory after the fact for the numerous sexual assaults. They knew what he was doing to her and they did nothing. They encouraged it, even."
"If they come forward, I'll talk to the DAs office, see what strings we can pull to keep them away from her. Charges may not stick, but it'll make them think twice." The Captain said, "She's not a minor, so that'll help in her favor to stay away from them. She doesn't have to go with them if she doesn't want to, legally."
"It's getting late and she's still asleep in my office. I'm going to wake her up and get her back to my place and a proper bed." Walter said.
"I'll have two officers keep an eye on your place tonight, just in case." Walter walked away after that, heading back to his office and kneeling down next to the couch, laying his hand on her shoulder gently.
"Clara?" He asked softly and her eyes opened slowly. "Come on, sweetheart. I'm taking you somewhere else where you can sleep better." 
"Where are we going?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
"My house. You're going to stay with me until we track him down. Is that okay?" She nodded and sat up.
"I don't--I feel safe with you." He stood as she got up from the couch, catching her as she wavered slightly on her feet from exhaustion. Her hands pressed against his chest for support as he held her arms and she looked up at him. Walter was momentarily struck by the warm richness of her dark eyes, the color of melted chocolate. There was a gravity to them and he found himself leaning into her, his own eyes moving down to her deep pink lips before meeting hers again. There was nothing in her gaze or on her face telling him to stop, in fact her fingers curled against his chest, twisting in his sweater. Shaking his head slightly, he blinked rapidly as he snapped out of it and she looked away from him, her hands dropping. That was weird. He almost kissed her and she looked like she wanted him to. Absolutely not. She was under his protection and vulnerable. He would not take advantage of her like that.
She was silent in the passenger seat of his truck as he drove, leaning against the door and looking out of the window.
“This is the longest I’ve been away from him since he first took me.” She said, watching the lights go past. “I still can’t believe I actually got away this time. I keep expecting to wake up or something, and be back with him again.”
“That’s never going to happen.” Walter said, “Do you understand? You’re going to stay with me, we’re going to find him, and then he’s going away for a long time. Based on your statement, he’s going to have a long list of charges brought up against him.”
“What if he just tells them what he always does? That I’m crazy and making it all up?”
“The woman you spoke to? Rachel? She’s a psychologist. She’ll testify that you were completely honest.”
“Will I have to?” She asked, “Testify? Tell a room full of strangers what he did to me while he’s staring at me?”
“You might.” Walter admitted, “But I’ll be there in the courtroom if you do. Look at me, not at him.”
“Thank you.” She said quietly and he reached over, taking her hand in his where it laid on her thigh. The rest of the trip was made in silence and he pulled up outside of the house, releasing her hand. She waited for him to come for her before getting out of the truck and he looped an arm around her shoulders, leading her up the walk. There was already a marked car parked across the street and he waved to the officers inside briefly before unlocking the front door.
Clara stood in the entryway, looking around with her arms wrapped protectively around herself.
“It’s not much.” Walter said, “You have free run of the kitchen if you get hungry. We’ll have to do something about clothes for you in the morning, but I can give you something to wear to sleep in tonight.”
“Thank you.” She said and he sighed, going to her and pulling her into his arms. She relaxed into him instantly, her arms wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest.
“You’re going to be okay.” He muttered, rubbing her back soothingly and she nodded against his chest. She mumbled something that he didn’t quite get and he pulled away to look at her. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” She said after a pause. “Where am I sleeping?”
“I’ll show you, come on.”
Walter gave her privacy after giving her a t-shirt and a pair of shorts of his to sleep in, leaving as she got changed. Clara sat on the bed long after he was gone, listening to the silence. She had to be careful around him, had to keep herself from believing too strongly that his kindness was anything else but duty. It was his job, nothing more. He gave her his word that he would look after her until they found Daniel and he was doing just that. Once--if--Daniel was ever caught, that would be it, it would be over. He would leave her behind as another case closed. There was something about him, though. Something in his blue eyes that pulled her in, something about his dark curls that made her fingers twitch with the want to run through them. He smelled fantastic, a kind of smell that calmed her heart but made her mind race.
He had almost kissed her earlier, had looked like he wanted to, desperately wanted to and she had wanted him to do it. She had wanted to feel his lips on hers, the whiskers of his beard scratch against her skin.
She was kidding herself. Daniel was never going to be caught. She was never going to be free of him. He’d take her again like he always did and move them far away. She couldn’t get attached to Walter, couldn’t let herself feel anything for him.
It would only hurt when Daniel killed him.
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dark-elf-writes · 11 months
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So many thoughts at 1:12 am!!!!
1) The Jonin standing by/ for Naruto and Neji is absolute perfection. You are a benevolent deity for giving us this.
2) Not only has Konoha failed Naruto and Neji in previous loops by not coming to their aid or believing them, but in allowing for Orochimaru to exist at all.
I’m not even talking about “if his team was better he wouldn’t be lonely and immoral” or “if his teacher was less suspicious he’d be loyal” I mean literally exist. It’s a military dictatorship filled with assassins raised to be loyal to shared cause. Anyone who deviated from that in an extreme way, anyone who betrayed it, should have been executed by all means.
And it’s worse because he’s not just some two bit shinobi that would die in a year without the villages backing. Orochimaru is a powerful person to lose as an ally, and an even worse one to let loose as an enemy. But even while he had a chance, the third hokage failed to dispose of a threat to Konoha and no Jonin has forgotten that.
Can’t forget it when the evidence is staring back at them them in the form of two boys leaning as far into each other space as they can without limiting the others range of movement. Who, even tucked away in the Hokage’s office surrounded by the best shinobi Konoha has to offer, their eyes flicker to shadows and mark the ANBU layered in illusions there periodically. Especially not when Naruto’s eyes linger on Anko for longer than the rest and offers her a soft smile equal parts understanding and empathy.
“I’m sorry that he marked you like that. He managed to do that to us in a couple loops too. It was…it hurt”
Look I adore Orochimaru more than I probably should but the fact that he was allowed to live after what he did much less was allowed to escape will forever be one of my many reasons to hate Hiruzen. They are all killers and he is in essence the king of killers. Guilt or not, allowing his former student to live after he had been caught should have clued people in that he was not fit to be Hokage. He’s a danger to the village. Fucking kill him.
Anko in particular would never forget that the third had a chance to end all of this, to save her these kids and was too weak, to sentimental, to take it. He failed as Hokage and now there are scores of bodies (children’s bodies more than any others) littered across the land because of that failure.
And these boys, these two shattered kids who eye most of them with suspicion at best, these children who were forced to get up and fight and die time after time because Orochimaru wasn’t stopped stand as living breathing proof of that failure too.
So when Might Guy and Kakashi threaten to leave, to take out as many as these bastards before they go, Anko adds her own voice, coiled and ready to strike like the snake he had made her into.
Another child Hiruzen had failed to save.
She would protect these two newest testaments to his failure with her life.
(Anko hasn’t cried in years, has fought her way through the tightening in her throat and tremble in her hands whoever her former sensei was mentioned, has all but killed the scared little girl she could only partially remember and covered herself in scales stronger than any iron to hide the remnants of that girl away.
She nearly sobs when one of those boys looks at her with slitted pupils, like cat a fox not a snake, and apologizes for the curse mark. The first person to offer sympathy rather than pity to fear. Someone who understands.)
She could strangle the third for failing two more children, would if it came to it. If she could only beat Hatake and perhaps the Hyuga boy to the old man’s throat.
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lunadragneel0928 · 1 year
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Denki x fem!Reader
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Summary: Y/N had a terrible day and best friend Denki just wants to help, but she's been run ragged and accidentally takes it out on him.
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"Hey, Y/N! How was your patrol with Ryukyu?" Denki asked, jogging to catch up with her as she entered the dorm. 
"Not that great. I don't really want to talk about it." 
She waited long enough for him to catch up before she answered, then entered the building with him only a couple steps behind.
“Anything I can do to help?” he questioned as they switched out their shoes.
As much as she loved Denki, she really didn’t have the energy for anything more than scrounging up something for dinner and then crashing. He was his normal, bubbly self and as much as she wanted to give him a smile she just couldn’t bring herself to. 
Her patrol that day with Ryukyu had been one shit show after another. Several civilians had gotten hurt because she'd been distracted during a scuffle with some robbers. Then she'd scared a kid with her quirk, trying to protect him until his dad could get him. To top it off she'd nearly lost a villain Ryukyu had recognized as being connected to the League of Villains and Paranormal Liberation Front during the war. She was feeling like a failure and just wanted the day to be over.
“Not right now Denks, maybe tomorrow.”
“There’s gotta be something! You know how great I am at cheering you up.” 
“I know, Denki, please, I just want to be alone for a bit.”
“Aw, come on, Songbird! You know you’ll feel better after we hang out!”
He caught her hand, whether he was trying to get her to stop walking or he was just going to do something silly, she wasn’t sure, but it pushed over the edge. Something inexplicable rose up and made her snatch her hand away, feeling like she was tainted and it would rub off on him.
“Phoenixes don’t sing, Denks.”
“Y/N, don’t be such a grump!”
“Oh my God, Denki, I told you I want to be alone! Stop being stupid!"
Even in the midst of her anger and frustration it took less than a moment to realize what she'd done. In a blink her stomach dropped and she covered her mouth with her hand, self loathing replacing her earlier aggravation. 
"Denki…"
The light in Denki's eyes dimmed, leaving behind something hard and his normally soft smile turned sharp as he took several steps back from her.
"Yeah, sorry, I should have backed off when you asked. Was just trying to cheer you up, but I guess now's not the time."
"No, I'm so sorry. Fuck, Denki, I’m sorry. I'm such an asshole."
Before Denki could say anything she spun on her toe and ran. 
Without a care of where her slippers landed she snatched up her regular shoes and burst through the front door. Hopping on one foot as she fought to get her shoes on but still trying to move forward, away from her best friend that she'd just hurt; possibly beyond repair. 
Not bothering to use her quirk, she sped across campus, aiming for the front gate. Rounding the corner onto the street had her running face first into Shinso, heading back from his internship.
He managed to keep them both upright, catching her around the waist, but when he realized there were tears streaming down her face his hold on her shifted to her shoulders.
"Y/N, what's wrong?"
Shaking her head she took a step away from him, getting ready to resume her mad dash away from the school. 
"Denki, check on Denki." 
"What happened?" He started, eyes wide at her sobbing plea, but she was already taking off again. "Y/N!" 
She didn't stop, didn't look back to see if Shinso had gone to do as she asked, she just ran.
As if her day hadn't already been terrible enough, she had said the worst possible thing she could have to Denki. Her best friend that she knew struggled with being insecure about his intelligence. 
'I'm no hero. I couldn't help those civilians earlier, I scared that kid, I nearly let the villain escape, and I just hurt Denki.'
When she found herself back outside her mentor's agency, she hurried through the lobby and into the elevator, scanning her ID at the security desk while keeping her head tilted down. She hoped the guards couldn't tell she'd been bawling like a baby a few minutes ago. It was bad enough she'd clearly ran all the way from the school. Sweaty and still panting a little.
She punched the button for the top floor and shuffled to the back of the elevator to wait. 
At this time of day the agency wasn't fully staffed so there were only a couple of tired looking office workers heading to their respective desks to start their evening shift. When Y/N arrived at the top floor, she beelined for the short set of stairs and the door to the roof. 
Working directly with Ryukyu allowed her to learn a lot of nuances that came with having a quirk that allowed you to transform into a mythical flying creature. It also meant her agency ID opened the door to the roof when most agency members didn't have access.
She'd never been more thankful for her choice of internships as she was at that moment. Ryukyu's love of heights led her to create a peaceful outdoor seating area on the roof of her agency that most people didn't know even existed. Since the weather was good, the retractable roof was put away, leaving a clear view of the sky; something that brought peace to dragon and phoenix alike apparently. 
Y/N sat on one of chairs, cushions and pillows giving her the opportunity to comfortably curl up. The solitude had her thoughts spiraling once more, her tears coming back full force as she crushed one of the pillows to her chest. She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she ignored it. It was probably Shinso checking on her, but she didn't deserve that so she refused to allow herself the opportunity to feel better. 
And if it were Denki… he was the sweetest friend she'd ever had, he'd probably try to tell her it was okay and it didn't bother him when she knew it absolutely did. She wished he would yell at her, curse at her the way Bakugou did all the time. 
‘God, how could I say that to him?’
She'd just made the decision to steer clear of him until he realized she was letting him off the hook of being her friend, no obligation to stay with her meant she'd never be able to hurt him again, when her early morning, long day, and tears caught up to her. The last thought she had was of how pissed Mr. Aizawa would be when he found out she was out after curfew, then exhaustion pulled her under.
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"Hey, Songbird. Time to wake up."
Gentle fingers brushed her hair off her face stirring her into wakefulness.
"Phoenixes don't sing." She muttered, still half asleep.
Light laughter had her eyes snapping, immediately meeting a pair of golden eyes that were only slightly less sad than the last time she'd seen them.
"Denki!" She cried, scrambling out of the chair she'd been sleeping in. “How did you find me?!”
On her feet once more, she turned away, fully intending to run away from him again, but he caught her hand before she got far.
"I don't think so, Y/N. No way am I gonna let you run away again before we talk."
"Let go, Denki! I will jump off this building and fly away if you don't!"
"You go right ahead, Songbird, but I hope you've been practicing flying with someone in your back because I'm not letting go."
Tears sprang up again, so she stubbornly refused to face him. Kept yanking at her hand, but didn't want to do anything that would hurt him just to break his grip on her.
"Talk to me Y/N."
"That's what got us into this mess! Me talking and being a jerk!"
"Hey, you weren't being a jerk, it was the truth, I was being –"
Anger coursed through her and she turned to glare at him, causing him to shut his mouth. 
"I'm already pissed at myself for saying that to you, Denki, don't make it worse by even trying to say I was right." 
Denki sighed, but only pulled her into his chest. She didn't make it easy, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away again. All she wanted was for them to be okay, but even if Denki could forgive her for what she'd done, she wasn't sure she could forgive herself. 
"You know I'm not mad at you, Y/N." He murmured as his arms wrapped around her.
Shoulders shaking, she slipped her arms around his waist and clung to the back of his jacket.
"You should be! You're my best friend and I said something unforgivable." She sobbed.
"Well, I was bugging you when you'd obviously had a rough day."
"Ugh, stop! You were being a good friend! Trying to cheer me up, or at least talk about what happened. I was an asshole!"
"Aw come on –"
"No, Denki!" She cut him off, leaning back just enough to look up at his face. "I know better than anyone how much you struggle with confidence in how smart you are, and I still said what I said. You're the sweetest, funniest, most fun to be around guy that I know. You always make me feel better when I'm in a bad mood, you bring me snacks, and you watch movies and anime with me even when it's something you don't like, and how do I repay you? By calling you stupid! You're not stupid though! You're smart! And kind and intuitive and handsome and I've never had someone in my life I care about the way I care about you. Then I went and ruined it!" 
She buried her face back in his chest, not even registering the way Denki froze for a moment. Then he was gently tipping her chin so she'd look at him again.
"You think I'm handsome?"
Y/N rolled her eyes even as she felt her cheeks go warm.
"You're kidding right? That's what you're choosing to focus on right now?"
"Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"That you think I'm handsome? That you've never cared about anyone the way you care about me?"
"Yeah, I meant it!"
"Shit, I forgive you."
"What –"
It was Denki's turn to interrupt her, leaning down and pressing his mouth to hers. If Y/N hadn't known any better she would have sworn he used his quirk on her, but even as she found herself unable to move, there was no fiery pain that accompanied being stunned with Denki's electricity. 
When Denki broke the kiss just long enough to tilt his head and lean back in, Y/N involuntarily shifted her weight into him, lifting onto her tiptoes to reach his lips better. 
It wasn't much more than a press of their mouths together. Awkward because of their inexperience, but still enough to set butterflies off in her stomach. 
Then he was pulling away to look her in the eye. For several moments they were silent, but his eyes seemed to be sparkling with so many feelings and thoughts. It was probably pretty similar to what she felt was going on in her mind.
"Denki?"
"Yeah?"
"I really am sorry. I shouldn't have let my shitty day cause me to be such a terrible friend."
"I already forgave you, Y/N."
"Doesn't mean I shouldn't apologize. Or try to make it up to you."
Eyes lighting up as he grinned, Denki pulled her with him as he sat in one of the chairs. 
Sitting in his lap, legs draped over the arm of the chair and tucked into his chest was more comfortable than she would have thought it would be. Though her cheeks were much warmer than normal at the intimate embrace she'd never been in before with anyone, much less Denki.
"I think I know how you can make it up to me, Songbird." 
Pulse skyrocketing as he pulled her even closer, she had to swallow hard to be able to respond.
"How?"
"Be my girlfriend?"
Her mouth dropped open in surprise, eyes growing wide in disbelief at what he’d said.
"Really?" She choked out.
His smile dropped at one corner, and insecurity flickered in his eyes causing her to scramble to grab his face and pull his mouth back to hers. Noses bumped together but she didn't let that deter her as she tried to keep her mouth pressed to his as she shifted in his lap to straddle his legs.
"You actually want to date me?" She asked when she broke the kiss.
"How could I not?"
"Denki, I could give you so many reasons not to! I'm grumpy all the time, I'm completely addicted to caffeine, I have a terrible sense of humor, I never look cute for class because I sleep instead of doing my hair or makeup, I take myself way too seriously, I get stuck in my head and overanalyze everything –"
"Kind of like now?" Denki teased.
"Humph!"
He laughed before pressing a kiss to her cheek. She was already getting attached to the way the easy affection felt as she allowed herself to return it.
"You are not grumpy, Bakugou is grumpy, you're just not over the top bubbly like Mina. And you still have a long way to go before I consider you 'addicted' to caffeine. Shinso is addicted to caffeine, Songbird, you are not. Your sense of humor is absolutely adorable, you like puns! Which means you actually laugh at most of the memes I send you. How could that be anything other than perfect? And regardless of how your hair and makeup looks, you're always absolutely gorgeous. Your eyes sparkle and your smile is beautiful no matter what. I wouldn't say you take yourself too seriously so much as you care very deeply about things that are important to you. That's not a bad thing usually, but sometimes, on days like today, you let that push you into a dark place. On top of that, you overanalyze, which comes in handy in class and in hero work, but can be dangerous if left unchecked."
Her face grew warm with every argument Denki gave, disagreeing with each flaw she thought she had. By the time he finished she wanted to bury her head in his neck and hide away. But then he reached up and palmed both of her cheeks.
"And I wouldn't change a single thing about you, Songbird."
Tearing up a little she melted into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him close.
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend, Denki."
Denki laughed as he squeezed her around the middle, then suddenly they were up off the chair and spinning around. Her giggles joined his as whooped loudly, dancing across the roof in his exuberance, then set her down to stand in front of him.
"Not a bad way to end a bad day, huh?"
"More like start a new day, the sun is coming up, Denki!"
"Oh shit, we'd better get back to campus before Mr. Aizawa finds out!"
"Even if he does, it was worth it!" Y/N laughed as she pulled Denki to the edge of the roof. 
"You have actually been practicing flying with someone riding, right?" He asked a little worriedly as she transformed. “Y/N?”
"Hold on tight!" She called as he settled onto her back. 
Then they were off, Denki squeaking at the unexpected feeling of speeding off the roof and through the air. She leveled off as soon as she was high enough to see over the majority of the city. 
"Look to the right!"
"Whoa!"
It was one of her favorite parts of being able to fly, getting up so high nothing blocked the view of the sun as it dawned over the horizon. 
The sky was blushing pink, just starting to turn orange, revealing clouds that had been nearly unnoticeable in the dark.
The way the light hit the different shapes in the cloud, painting them every hue of pink and orange imaginable was unlike anything else she’d ever seen. It was like living in a water color painting, filling her with adrenaline as she took a moment to enjoy the view and the wind in her feathers.
"You get to see this all the time?"
Denki's awed question had her chuckling, but she waited to answer as she tilted forward to begin their descent towards the school. 
"I'll take you up whenever you'd like Denki." She offered as she transformed back, turning to the blonde who immediately pulled her in close and captured her lips. 
"Totally worth it."
With another laugh they were off, racing to the front gate of the school, unsure of what they would find and neither one caring a bit.
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My Personal Savior
Chapter 5- Envy's Sparks
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Amber seemed a little hesitant to approach after realizing he was busy, her pace slowing down to a near stop. However, after a hand gesture from Negan to approach, her pace quickened again until she took her place at Negan's side. "Raven, this is Amber. One of my wives." He explained, before placing his attention right back to Amber. "Now, darling, what have you so riled up?" He asked.
Amber was reluctant to say. She kept glancing at Negan and then the floor a few times before she finally found her words, "It's Sherry. Dwight has been paying visits to her."
Something in Negan's eyes seemed to change for a brief moment before he calmed once more. "Well, then. I guess my point didn't come across as clear as I thought.. I'll be sure to pay him a little visit."
Amber's eyes widened with realization, her face growing a little pale. "Wait, no! I don't mean like that. He's just been spending a lot of time with her is all."
Negan lifted his brows and moved his head back a little after her exclamation, before relaxing his body once more. "Well, if that's the case, then why did you come and get me? Do you want me to sit in between them? 'Leave a little room for Jesus' type of shit?"
Amber shook her head, rubbing her arm a little out of nervousness. "No, I just thought you'd want to know after. You know." She explained.
Negan's eyes softened a little as he realized he had scared her. He gently placed his free arm across her shoulders, kissing her on the head. "Well, you did a good thing. I want you to keep me updated about their little visits, okay?"
Amber still appeared a little on edge but eventually managed to calm herself down. She gave a nod, before finding her words a couple of seconds later. "I will."
Negan smiled once more, holding her a little tighter for a couple of seconds, before easing up and moving his arm away. "Good. Now, go get yourself something nice from the market."
Amber gave a shy nod right before she began to walk away. As she left, Negan put his attention back upon Raven.
Raven just stood there as she tried to stay calm and not start yelling at Negan bout the whole thing he said, but wives. Meaning plural. "Wives?! You... you mean to tell me after losing Lucille you are married to multiple women and before all this started you were cheating on your wife and now you have multiple wives?! What the hell Negan?!" She yells in frustration pinching the bridge of her nose. Trying to comprehend what the hell she just heard and witnessed.
Amber took a glance back as she heard the yelling, before quickening her pace, not wanting to witness what could come next. Negan raised his brows, leaning back a little with his mouth slightly agape. After a brief moment, a soft chuckle escaped his lips before his smile returned. "Woah there, sweetheart. Easy with that tone. Besides, variety is the spice of life, ain't it? Keeps things interesting in this messed-up world."
Raven looks at him glaring puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes "Negan this isn't... you know what sorry I shouldn't react like that it's your life I haven't been here so I don't know what you've been through." She says as she calms down
Negan stood upright, his smile remaining but something in his eyes shifted a little as she began to continue her argument. Deep down, he didn't want to hurt her, but if she continued to rant, he'd be forced to do so. That's just how he kept things in order. Lucky for both of them, she hadn't. His subtle shift of emotion quickly hid once more as he brought his tough-guy act back. "Apology accepted. Though, I don't suggest you snap off like that the next time you disagree with me about something. That crap doesn't fly too often." He advised before he began to walk once more.
Raven let him walk as she glares at him and shakes her head as she follows him "Negan just because you're a leader here isn't going to stop me from getting upset and being myself and speaking my mind and how I feel. You have known me before, the apocalypse I have not changed Negan even though I added a badass killer to my personality." She says as she crosses her arms and looks down feeling hurt that he has multiple women when he could have one.
His shoulders bounced a little as he gave a scoff of amusement, though this time he didn't bother stopping to stare at her. He kept walking. "Speak your mind as much as you want, sweetheart. Just don't be raising your voice at me. I am giving you a safe place to lay your head, and warm food to go in your belly. The least you could do is show me some respect." When she mentioned the last part, he smirked a little. "Well, good. After all, that's what this world demands now." Pretty soon, he finally stopped outside of a door. He reached his free hand out and twisted the knob before pushing the door open for her to enter. It wasn't as fancy as his, but it was still well-decorated with stuff they had taken from other communities. "The key is on the dresser. Make yourself at home."
Raven looks at him as she walks into the door stands there looks around and shrugs her shoulder "Look Negan I respect you as my friend but you ain't going to tell me how to speak to you. If you have a issue with how I am then I guess I'm not going to be staying here and go my own way." She says as she puts her bag, jacket, and weapons on the bed.
He stared at her for a moment, before shaking his head with a sigh. "That fire in you hasn't died out, huh?" He joked, before adding "Now you've just gotten here, so I'm not going to hold anything against you, but if you can't adapt, then you better buy your ticket out of here.. Now, I don't want that, but if you do, then fine." He rolled his shoulder a little, trying to get Lucille in a more comfortable position as the barbed wire was getting a little close to the back of his head. After the bat was moved, he continued speaking, "And if you're worried about my wives being forced to marry me, they weren't. They choose to, and they have free will to leave whenever they want to and go marry someone else, but they won't. I've never forced them into doing anything either, that is all their choice."
Raven sighs and looks at him as she sits on the bed and takes her stuff out of her bag she takes out the photo of Negan and her on the day they got their tattoos she smiles slightly as she puts it on the side table and takes out her knives setting them on the table as well. She glances over at him "Whatever you say Negan but I'm not going to be like everyone else here like how they fear you and bow to you. And your wives I don't give a shit bout as long as you're happy I'm fine but if they start shit with me I will do something to them." She says as she holds one of her knives in her hand while she says what she said bout his wives.
Negan glanced at the photo she held in her hand, his face shifting a little to display curiosity. His eyes followed the picture, before brightening a little as he saw what it was of. His menacing grin lowered itself into a reminiscent smirk. He remembered that day. He had teased her a little about the idea of matching tattoos but had agreed to get one anyway. He loved to show it off along with his other tattoos, but after the apocalypse began, he decided to hide them behind the safety of his leather jacket. As she spoke, he was pulled out of his thoughts, his attention immediately brought to her. He raised his brows in surprise at her claim. "Well then. Whatever you say, Rosie, everyone bends eventually." At her warning towards his wives, he gave a small chuckle. "Again, we have rules here. If someone here decides to start shit, then they'll be forced to lie in it. No exceptions." He explained.
Raven glares at him at the nickname he called her and rolls her eyes. "Not me Negan you may have changed and you're not the Negan I used to know but I don't bend to anyone not even you. If we are still having our evening together then I need to get cleaned up unless you are going to have plans with your wives instead. " She questions.
Negan released a deep breath out of his nose, a brief and soft hum rumbling in his throat. After a second, he shrugged his shoulders. He didn't like not having control over people, but he knew that he couldn't truly bring himself to hurt her. If push came to shove, he'd probably only raise his voice and give the implication that he'd attack her, but he wouldn't be able to follow through. Of course, he'd never admit to such a thing. "Fine, have it your way, and the evening is all ours."
Raven looks at him and sighs "Do you need to come get me or do you want me to meet you somewhere in your kingdom good sir?" She asks as she stands up and walks over to him looking up at him.
Negan released an amused scoff, his smirk returning upon her comment. "Well, m'lady, you can meet me in my office when you're ready. It's on the second floor. It's the first door to your right if you take Stairwell A."
Raven smiles softly and looks into his eyes "Looking forward to it and I hope you have alcohol because a girl can use a glass or two." She says as she backs away going to her bag and seeing if she has the dress she going to wear tonight for their evening together.
Negan met her gaze, his smirk transforming into a smile. "So am I. Name me the type, and I'll get it from the pantry. We have scotch, gin, wine, and whiskey. You name it." His smile brightened a little more, proud to boast of his community's wealth.
Raven smiles and giggles "So delicious whiskey sounds amazing Negan. Don't forget the world's famous spaghetti is what I'm looking forward to so I hope you're the one making it not just your cook that do your bidding." She says
Negan nodded, his grin remaining on his lips. "Whiskey, it is. And don't worry, I'm going to be cooking it myself. Our cook always adds too much garlic anyway." He joked a bit, before taking a step away from the door, preparing to leave and let her do her thing. "Alright, well, does my lady of the hour need anything else before I leave you to get settled in?"
Raven smiles and giggles "No I'm alright Negan thank you... it's great to have you back in my life. Plus I've always been your lady well at least second lady.... forget I said that I need to get cleaned up." She says walking towards the bathroom
He smiled a little more as she laughed, before giving a nod. "Alright, and you're welcome... It's great to have you back, Raven." A hint of sincerity was in his voice. Deep down, he was excited and relieved to have her back, but he knew to refrain from expressing too much of those emotions, especially in public like this. After all, if things were ever to fall in the Sanctuary, he didn't want people to target her to hurt him.
His thoughts trailed away from that as he processed what she had said about a 'Second Lady.' His brows raised, his shoulders bouncing a little from his amusement. "Well, Second Lady, I'll see you when you're ready." He leaned forward slightly, rolling his free arm a couple of times in a dramatic, bowing manner before he turned and began to walk away.
Raven giggles and smiles, watching him walk out of the room and look into the mirror. She closes the bathroom door and takes off her clothes and looks into the mirror seeing her body she hasn't looked at her body in years she felt so much seeing all those tattoos and scars under the tattoos she felt emotional. She turns on the shower and climbs in she stands there and sighs in relief. She washed her hair and body she felt so much better after she got out of the shower she looked at herself in the mirror seeing how much better she looked, and she started drying her hair and brushing it. As soon as she finished her hair, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the bedroom to get dressed.
Negan couldn't help but grin as he thought about the upcoming dinner. What had started as a stressful day was quickly beginning to be one of the greatest days he had experienced in a very long time. His boots echoed on the metal steps with a loud clang as he walked up Stairwell A. Soon he pushed upon the office door, and strode inside, allowing Lucille to roll off of his shoulder and dangle near the floor as he shut the door behind him.
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A Start - Shotgunshipping
alllll right!! After having meant to since I initially watched Saw III and started this account, I am FINALLY writing for shotgunshipping. I wanted to put it off until I'd given the movie a rewatch but an idea came up while I was listening to boygenius and I couldn't resist. My requests are open to shotgunshipping reqs as well so if anyone wants me to write for these two more (I love them as much as I love chainshipping I am just TERRIFIED of writing for Amanda and mischaracterizing her and so I've put it off) send something in!
Fic type- this has elements of everything but angst and hurt/comfort are the biggest genres.
Warnings- a couple of mentions of weed, references to saw canon-typical violence, and despite the fact that I think I at least halfway nailed it, characters might still be slightly ooc
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Amanda has spent most of her time within Johns orbit fearing the end of his life, what it means for her own and what the hell she's meant to do in the aftermath of his death. She's refused to think about it because it can send her into a spiral faster than any one of Marks individual threats, can make her so erratic that she loses touch with herself and dissociates with wide-eyes and a mind that is far less calm than she appears externally.
But, seeing John dead in front of her? Her mind is running wild and her gaze is unmoving. She has no clue where she's meant to go from here, what she's meant to do.
Marks letter comes to mind for a split second, and in that split second she realizes it doesn't matter anymore. John is dead because Jeff Denlon has killed him, and when an autopsy is preformed Johns cause of death will be determined as decapitation and slightly premeditated murder.
Another part of her itches to call someone, and as she flees out of the warehouse and down the street, running until she's jamming the key into the door of the apartment she shares with Adam, she fumbles around with the idea. Who, exactly, could Amanda call? Outside of John and a very limited friendship with Adam that has only blossomed out of necessity, she has exactly nobody.
Her parents don't talk to her, haven't since she was a college student in her early 20s. She has no siblings to speak of, no extended family that's willing to talk to her.
When she steps into the apartment, she's admittedly more than a little surprised to see Adam sitting on the couch in their living room.
"Didn't you and Lawrence have a date tonight?"
"Our date will begin after Lawrence fixes whatever chaos you managed to harbor and after I've taken photos of the aftermath," Adam grins. "You look spooked beyond the capability of any 90s era slasher, though. What happened?"
"Nothing much," Amanda pairs it with a grin, internally scoffs at herself because she can tell, right off the bat, that Adam sees it and is entirely unconvinced. "Uh--Chinese food?"
"C'mon, rockstar," Adam laughs. "We've lived together for two years, been friends most of that time. What happened? Did the trap not go as expected?"
"Something like that," Amanda nods. "John died and I didn't hear Lynns trap go off so she might've survived somehow but I don't think the cops know I'm one of his apprentices--or, if they think they know, that they can verify it--and everything just feels messy. Everything is unsure and messy and I fuckin' hate it."
"Try to relax, first and foremost," Adam nods. "If they do know, they have no feasible reason to care. Johns death is all that the cops or the coroners will care about for the next few days at least, and if Lynn is still alive she'll probably be too spooked to go to the police. I remember I was scared, and that deterred me for half a week after I was let go from the hospital."
"Johns dead," Amanda whispers. "You should be jumping for joy right now."
"Despite the anger issues and the sarcasm, I am in fact decent enough to keep my joyous jumping out of your line of sight," Adam says. "He was like a surrogate dad to you, Ames. You're allowed to grieve him."
Amanda tries to smile at Adam, fails miserably. He gives her the decency of a pity laugh, gives her shoulder a squeeze in lieu of a hug and makes no attempt to stop her when she heads for her room.
Amanda gets high, goes to sleep in the outfit she'd been wearing since she'd gotten dressed that morning.
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Amanda wakes up the next day to find Lawrence making breakfast while Adam takes a shower, nods at him in greeting as she sets the coffeemaker up to make coffee as strong as the maker can handle.
"News outlets have begun reporting on it," Lawrence says quietly. "Lynn escaped alive-- the trap malfunctioned and bomb squad disabled it and took it off her, although her husband was shot by an officer and didn't make it out alive-- and I had Mark do a bit of snooping and you've not come up at the NJPD precinct. Their records are clear of you thanks to a bit of blackmail and the knowledge of the fact that John is dead. If Mark does anything to Jill, I will have to respond accordingly but all things considered, our regular lives may resume as they were before we were tested."
Amanda was tested somewhere close to her 27th birthday, and in the two years since she became one of his apprentices, John has been the earth where she is the moon, always within his orbit. Unendingly watching him, looking after him, making sure his plans are executed as he intends.
Now, Amanda feels like there is nothing left for her. Nothing exists--nothing she deserves, anyhow--within her grasp. She has yet to determine how she feels about that, but she knows it's there.
"Thank you," Amanda whispers, grabbing a coffee mug from the cabinet she and Adam keep them in.
"You'll need to find proper work," Lawrence says. "Adam mentioned that he's just recently quit the full-time receptionist job he worked to get a vet degree. They might take you in."
"You shouldn't gun for that," Adam says as he comes into their already small kitchen. Two people in that kitchen is a breeze and a half, but three? Three and it starts feeling squishy. "And because Lawrence made it sound like I wouldn't be able to cover rent, I do still work, just not at the receptionist job. I worked as a dog groomer on the weekends to keep my mind away from the bathroom for a while, and they just hired me back on full time in a way that accommodates my studying schedule. I can put in a good word for you with Amara? She's currently banging the hiring manager if you decide to apply."
Amanda gives an ungraceful snort, nods slightly. "I'd appreciate that, thank you."
"You need more than a shitty part time job," Adam shrugs. "You get the gig as a receptionist, its forty hour weeks, double minimum wage plus six bucks and decent people."
Amanda nods, pours the coffee and adds three sugars and a splash of milk so that it's to her preference for the hot rendition of the drink.
Adam takes some from the pot she made, laughs a little as he drinks it straight out. "You made this strong. Are you okay?"
Amanda nods in a way that she hopes is believable. "Just need to be awake for a while is all," she says. "Need to go for a walk, I think? Stay out of the apartment a little while and get my head straight."
"Do whatever you need," Adam nods. "However, if my wandering fingers happen upon your weed stash..."
"You're only allowed to touch the weed I have if you aim to get Lawrence stoned," Amanda laughs a little at the idea. "Or if you're too anxious to sleep."
Being one of Jigsaws apprentices practically guarantees nightmares because being one of his apprentices practically guarantees being tested.
Amanda was tested before she worked with him. Adam and Lawrence were tested before they worked with him. All three of them deal with nightmares night in and out.
It was too common of an occurrence for Amanda to wake up at four in the morning, grab her box of joints, go outside and have smoked three when she'd hear Adam, ambling about the kitchen to grab his bowl--which he clean after each use and thus leave to the right of the kitchen sink--and some weed to smoke to ease his anxiety after he'd woken up from three separate nightmares in one stream of unconsciousness.
"I'll grab a bit more from my dealer," Adam says. "You're gonna need it, rockstar."
Amanda moves to leave the kitchen, coffee mug in hand as she goes. "Yeah, yeah," she says. "Might get lucky and stop dealing with the nightmares now he's gone."
"Might not," Lawrence says.
"Probably won't," Adam tacks onto the end of the sentence. Amanda heads for her room, finishes her coffee while she grabs a towel and the outfitting for the day before she showers and leaves the apartment.
-
The walks, it turns out, help a decent amount. The games continue because of Mark but Amanda has absolutely no part in them, and when Amara Lewinsky calls and tells her she's gotten the receptionist job that Adam had quit in the name of eventually getting his degree as a vet, Amanda actually sighs in relief.
Weeks have passed since Johns death. Jill Tuck is nowhere to be seen or heard of, but the games have continued which means Mark is still running rampant.
It's late December when she sees Lynn again, clutching her daughters hand as they wait in line at a cafe near the heart of the city. It's a short walk across from the hotel and Amandas favorite place to go on her half hour break because the line is never long and the coffee is unendingly decent. Adam had told her to try their carrot muffins and, even though it creates something of a divergence in her usual routine, Amanda intends to do that that day.
Lynn turns around, eyes widening when she sees Amanda. Amanda tries to smile but it comes out more like a grimace, and Amanda shoves her hands into the pockets of the jacket she wears, yearns for one of the edibles she'll take during the break she'll get closer to four.
"Hi," Lynn greets. "It's been a while."
"Yeah," Amanda nods. "It has been. I think I owe you an apology."
"If you want to give me your number, we can organize something more cohesive? I--I assume you've got better things to do and I have to make sure that Corbett is back at school by one."
Amanda nods. Lynn ends up giving Amanda her card--one with her personal cell written on the back--and then she turns around and the two stop interacting.
Amanda gets herself a carrot muffin and an iced black coffee to-go that day, eats the muffin in the break room while she gives Amara a watered-down version of the interaction with Lynn and why it had shaken her up so much, tries not to think of Lynn or her silky and gorgeous black hair despite it.
-
She calls Lynn in the early oughts of January 2004. It's eight-thirty and she has thirty minutes until she has to be at work, which is a fifteen minute drive away, but the card with her number on it has practically burnt a mark into it's place on her night stand.
"Hello?"
"Hi," Amanda hates how feeble her voice sounds. "I just--I wanted to call and apologize for trying to kill you and threatening you with a gun and everything that happened in the warehouse. I am notoriously terrible at this kind of thing, and if you're angry at me I deserve it and am fine with that."
"I've been trying to figure out how I want to look at that," Lynn says. "The way I see it, you were manipulated by him. His death clearly devastated you and you have a lot of work to do in terms of undoing the ways he warped your psyche, but all things considered, you're forgiven. Are you free for coffee anytime soon?"
"I have work," Amanda felt a small piece of the guilt she had been dealing with lift itself off her shoulders. "But I'm free after! We can meet at the cafe across the road--Maries? I can meet you there for six."
"Perfect! They really know their way around a drip coffee and I'll need the caffeine anyway," Amanda hears some shuffling on Lynns end, pops a mint and moves to the kitchen, stealing a donut from the dozen Adam had likely bought in place of munchies on one of his rarer days off. "See you then!"
"Yeah," Amanda nods, and the call ends.
She grabs her car keys and the over-the-shoulder bag she uses in place of a purse and leaves the apartment without another word.
-
Lynn looks well. It's the first thing Amanda notices about her, the way that her hair has been let down from the bun she wears to work and the neutral expression on her face. She looks tired but that doesn't come as a shock and in the general sense, she looks really peaceful.
Amanda sits down across from her at the booth she's chosen. Lynns face spreads out into a grin when Amanda sits across her and Amanda has the decency to give her the same.
"How was work?" Lynn asks, voice even and sure and everything that Amanda is not.
"It was good," Amanda says. "I like the coworkers and the environment. Very easy to get used to."
It doesn't feel like small talk is the kind of thing either of them are really built for or meant to do, but there has to be a leeway into the deeper stuff so Amanda is fine to keep going with it, to go along with the small talk for as long as Lynn chooses to make her.
"Thats good," she says. "I ordered you an iced black coffee. Noticed you walked out with it the first time we met here. Also grabbed blueberry muffins--they're the best kind."
"I'm partial to a strawberry muffin from time to time," Amanda says. "But I can't argue. Blueberry muffins are pretty good."
Lynn nods. "So you work across the road?"
"As a full time receptionist," Amanda nods in turn. "Not really what I'd like to be doing but it's a start."
"Starts are good," Lynn says. Amanda kind of wants to go home, regrets agreeing to it at all, but at the same time, she knows that she needs it and that Lynn needs it for the sake of peace of mind.
"And you're not--the stuff that--the recent Jigsaw killings. That's not you?"
"No," Amanda says, voice earnest and a little desperate. "It's not me. I have no part in any of it anymore--that part of me died when John did."
Lynn nods like she believes Amanda. Amanda hopes that she does so sincerely.
"Okay," Lynn says. "Then thats a start, at least."
Amanda grins. A waitress brings their coffee and food, and Amandas gaze moves to her coffee as it's set in front of her.
She thanks the waitress absentmindedly, thanks Lynn for paying for the coffee and the muffins.
She knows it's not the greatest day, and she knows that it's unfair to expect their first--technically second--meeting to land on even footing.
But she also takes it exactly as it is. It's a start, and that's all that matters.
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Fandom : The Owl House - One shot
Hi ! I’m recently obsessed with Hunter and Luz’s bond so I give you another fic about their sibling relashionship. This fic is pretty much a more detailed version of what happened and lead to the scene in the shed. Mostly from Hunter’s POV. 
Word count : 1,567
Summary : Hunter doesn’t really know who to go to for what might be an hallucination problem. Big emotions are spilled with the person he finally decides on. 
Notes : Sibling! Hunter x Luz, Mom! Camila x hunter, stress, mention of ptsd and trauma, small mention of death, hurt and comfort. 
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It’s been a couple of days since the first time he saw him or at least thought he had. How could his uncle survive the brutal attack the collector inflicted on him and more importantly how could he had followed them to the human realm ? The portal barely stood long enough for everyone to pass, so how did a splatter on the wall managed to make it too. Perhaps it was only in his head. Fear making him see stuff that isn’t truly there. It’s not uncommon for someone to have visions of a traumatic event or person. That’s what he told himself when the hair on his arms stood up fo no apparent reason. But now, he could swear it on his life that he saw something real this time. 
Hunter finally decided to speak about it to someone. He thought long about who he would go to first. Gus was the initial choice. They were close and Hunter knew Gus would believe him. But he wouldn’t inflict that much stress to the little guy. He went through enough for his age. Hunter came to care for Gus as what he could only explain to be like a little brother. He wouldn’t want his closest and youngest friend to be in danger or any more scared than he probably was right now. 
He then pondered going to his captain about it. She was too, one of his oldest friends and would be a powerful ally if ever the evil emperor resurfaced for a second round. However, if it was truly all in his head he wouldn’t want her to think he was going mad. Hunter cares too much about what Willow thinks of him to dare take that risk. 
After that he considered Amity, he rapidly tossed that choice aside because he was certain she would dismiss him as soon as he made his concern heard. They haven't really interacted that much since the eclipse lake incident and he feared she still didn’t like him. She would be right of course. In her shoes, he wouldn’t trust a guy like him either. 
The only choice he had left was the human. The powerless human he told himself, trying to rile himself up against her. He didn’t despise her, on the contrary actually, but even in his own head he had to keep up the bad guy pretense. In truth, he didn’t want to put her through more trauma much like with Gus. There was also a part of him that was worried in what state they would find Belos. He couldn’t take the chance of going with someone who had no way of defending herself against a powerful giant with too many eyeballs. Plus, he wouldn’t want to have her death on his conscience. It would be too painful. Luz and him shared a nameless bond. Some kind of playful banter he secretly enjoyed. That’s why he tried avoiding going to her for as long as he could, to protect her. But now he had no other choice. 
Hunter heard the human vehicle pull through the entryway. Leaving whatever new sewing project he was working on desperately looking for a distraction, he made his way to join them. Going down the stairs, Luz’s mom placed a hand on his shoulder. He always heard mothers had a sense to detect when something was wrong with their child. « Guess people were right about that » he thought to himself. But he wasn’t her son and he never had a mom. He shouldn’t want this affection and connection from someone else’s parent. He was just a wicked fabrication after all, unfit to be loved by anyone… Even in his first life he didn’t have parents, maybe he was always meant to be an orphan. Scattering those thoughts away, he immediately went after Luz who was still getting her things out of her mom’s car. 
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Luz and him made their way to the shed where the gang spent most of their time trying to figure out a way back to the Boiling isles. Beads of cold sweat were forming at the back of his neck. His hands shook making the leaf rake rattle. Luz saw he felt uneasy and offered him something he hasn’t felt in some time : self-confidence. Even if it was fake, he still managed to trick his nerves into thinking he was ready to take on his uncle. Behind a simple paper mask, he hid his fear ridden face from the man who brought every insecurities and trauma he has. They kicked the door expecting someone already but they both knew better than that. He wouldn’t be easy to catch. The shed’s floor creaked with each footstep he took which only made the uneasy feeling at the bottom of his stomach grow. Sweeping every corner of the shack without luck, Luz and him began making their way to the basement. A clattering sound came from an old wardrobe hidden at the back of the buried room. It was a risky place to take on an oozing monster but like the girl accompanying him said, they had to do this quick and alone. He opened the door expecting his uncle to pounce at him but all they were met with was an angry screeching human realm demon. 
« Just a possum » said Luz with a sigh.
Hunter let a deep breath out he wasn’t even aware he was holding. He should feel better knowing that Belos wasn’t there but the tension in his heart only spread. 
« No one’s here… I guess it was all in my head » he finally managed to utter, ashamed.
« Well, can’t blame you for being paranoid after everything we’ve been through » Luz replied.
« Yeah, y’know. I just want to make sure everyone’s safe… »
« Same, And that includes you too ! » the brown haired girl told him with a playful bump on his shoulder. 
« W-what ? » he almost whispered in confusion.
« Yeah ! Gotta make sure you’re safe too Hunter, you’re family now. »
He isn’t quite sure why those words shattered him this much. He never had anyone and that didn’t bother him before, at least not this much. 
« Oh… huh » he sadly chuckled trying to compose himself. 
It failed miserably. 
A river of sobs and tears kept leaving him without his consent. He felt like a child crying like that. But at the same time, he doesn’t think he ever felt this happy. To finally have someone who cared for him back and having this inexplicable void inside of him filled was a new overwhelming sensation. Even tho he considered Gus like a little brother, he never had any confirmation that Gus felt the same way. For someone socially isolated as long as hunter has been, it’s hard to be certain that a reciprocated connection is established. Hearing Luz call him family cut deeper than any scar he had on him. He never imagined words could do that. 
Thankful for the mask he was wearing, he finally took it off when he felt he was able to talk normally again. A sign his fit passed and he could be presentable again. Trying do dismiss his sudden outbreak of emotions he just had in front of her, Hunter attempted to make a joke about it. 
« This mask is pretty gross now… » he chuckled nervously hoping it would also make the young girl laugh. 
She did and that relieved Hunter of an unknown burden he felt. They made their way back to Luz’s home in silence. Before going inside, Hunter took a chance he hoped wouldn’t be weird. Putting his arms around Luz in a tight hug, he mumbled a « thank you » over her shoulder. She wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was thanking her for… Probably for going with him in secret to fight is imaginary uncle or simply for believing him. Nonetheless she hugged him back. Seeing how he reacted to just being called family, she presumed he never got any physical affection ever. Beside, it was nice to think of him as a brother. Even if she always had all the love and support from the best mom she could’ve asked for, the life of an only child was sometimes lonely. She realized that when she first came to the isles and started to live with Eda, king and Hooty… The hug didn’t last too long but long enough to give them both the therapeutic oxytocin they needed after everything that happened these last few months. 
Before going in, Luz felt the need to amplify her sentiment towards Hunter. Hoping it would give him the solace he clearly desperately needed. 
« Y’know Hunter » she started 
He looked at her with wide eyes, waiting for what she had to say next. Maybe he made things awkward with the hug. He never really gave hugs before and perhaps their relationship and situation didn’t call for physical touch. The girl before him continued her sentence, simultaneously stopping the endless overthinking happening in his head.
« I never had a brother before… » As she said that, his breath got caught in his throat again.
« But I have a feeling I got the best one out there » she finished with a smile without even looking at him and made her way inside. 
With shiny eyes he told mostly to himself without knowing if she heard or not.
« I got lucky too Luz »
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16, 56
Interesting... okay anon let’s try this!!
(16) Prison AU, (56) Awful first meeting
Chloe lands at Barden Penitentiary for armed robbery after acting as the getaway driver for her boyfriend Tom. Chloe didn’t want to, but he had gone in and shot up the place before she knew what was happening, and once he killed the store owner, Chloe found herself staring down the barrel of an accessory to murder charge.
She’s terrified, she’s barely nineteen and she’s surrounded by hardened killers and rapists and child molesters and... god what is she doing here?! To make matters worse, her bunk mate Beca actively hates her because she may have accidentally knocked her lunch out of her hands, earning her a glare and a thinly veiled threat about what would happen if she did it again as Beca pushed her against the wall.
For the first three days Chloe doesn’t even leave her cell, the food is awful anyway why would she? She’s scared of everything and everyone, it doesn’t matter that she’s hungry, at least in here she can’t upset anyone else. Beca seems to take pity on her though, and after making sure the guards aren’t looking on, Beca pulls out some of her commissary and drops it next to Chloe.
“You need to eat something. The food’s crap but you get used to it and you can always substitute it with commissary, but until you have some you can borrow a couple of things from mine. But you replace it when you get your own, got it?”
Chloe is still scared, but she’s also grateful, making a list of what she’s borrowed so she can get it back to Beca once the money from her parents hits her commissary account. It’s about all they’re doing for her, so ashamed that their daughter has ended up in a place like this, they won’t even come to visit her. 
Gradually, Chloe learns to trust Beca a little, leaving their cell with her and meeting some of the other prisoners that Beca hangs out with. It almost feels like high school again, save for the fact that they’re all criminals. Beca remains an enigma though, she won’t tell Chloe what she’s in for, she’s detached and closed off, but Chloe reasons with herself that it’s normal in a place like this.
Until one day she finds Beca being wailed on by three of the older women, Beca curled in a ball as they kick at her. Chloe is about to rush over and help but the guards beat her to it, Chloe watching on as the women are dragged from the cell block, Beca shaking the guard off that tries to help her to her feet. Chloe helps her stumble upstairs to the cell, Beca turning down the offer to take her to the med wing. It’s now that Beca, in a haze of the pain meds that she’s been brought and the sense of vulnerability that she’s feeling, reveals what she’s in for.
Beca killed her step-dad after finding out he’d been abusing both her mom and her little half-sister Emily. She beat him to her pulp with her bare hands, she was so angry that she barely remembers doing it, but she did and she can never take it back. It’s not the first time that Beca’s been attacked like that, all of them are trying to provoke the same response that Beca had that night, she’s so little that they don’t believe that she’s capable of it. But Beca won’t, she won’t raise her fists again, not even to defend herself. She doesn’t ever want to hurt someone like that again.
Chloe and Beca get closer after this, stuck together like glue and even assigned to the same work detail. It doesn’t make prison any less shit, but at least they’re not alone. But Chloe has an advantage that Beca doesn’t; her parents money. Chloe’s lawyer has the charges dropped and all of a sudden Chloe is going home, leaving Beca in there by herself again. Chloe finally manages to get to visit her a week later and when she does Beca is in a bad way, she’s been set upon almost every day since Chloe left now that she’s alone again.
Chloe can’t stand it and begs her lawyer to at least look at Beca’s case. Thankfully Gail sees how much Beca’s public defender screwed her over the first time and agrees to represent Beca pro bono and get her retrial. It works, and Beca’s sentence is reduced to time served. Chloe meets her outside the jail, Beca wrapping her in a tight hug. She’s the reason that Beca’s free, that her mom got to come and visit every week for the last month, that Emily got accepted at the private school they wouldn’t have been able to afford if Chloe’s parents hadn’t put in a good word. She’s changed her life.
The conditions for Chloe’s parents putting in a good word was that she and Beca wouldn’t be staying at their house, but that’s fine. Chloe uses money from her trust fund and gets them an apartment, gets her and Beca a job, and all of a sudden Beca has her life back and she owes it all to Chloe. Cue soft vulnerable Beca and a sweet first kiss.
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