#still in disbelief that it's been a whole 12 months like

[raineydays411]

My Fathers Daughter pt 10

A different perspective

Dick Grayson has always been used to being the first.

He was the first Robin, the first son, the first to be picked for almost anything.

Hell he was the first child as far as he knew. So imagine his surprise when he finds out his mother not only has a whole secret daughter, but one that she completely abandoned.

He could still hardly believe it.

He couldn't stop thinking about the night they found out about her. The look on Christine's face, it was one he's never seen before. The look of shock and almost disbelief, like she had seen a ghost.

In a way she did.

The ghost of the life she left behind with Tony and Y/n Stark. Now Christine was trying so desperately to revive it. As if she didn't murder it with her own hands. And while Dick himself had reservations with these actions, Christine was his mother before anything, and he was going to help her no matter what.

So here he was, standing outside the bedroom of his mothers long lost daughter, trying to figure out something to say. It shouldn't be too hard, seeing as Jason of all people managed to get you to open up.

And yet, here he is. Unable to muster up the courage to simply knock on the door.

"This is fucking ridiculous", Dick thinks to himself, "Just knock, what's the worst that can happen?"

Lost in his own thoughts, Dick didn't notice the shadow under the door, and was startled by the sudden swing of it opening and you standing there.

"I can hear your thinking over my music." You said a little annoyed," Is there something I can do for you or...?"

Dick blinked trying to gather all of his thoughts, he really didn't know what to say to you. This is the first time you've said more than three syllables to him.

You stared back, face revealing how uncomfortable you were getting with this prolonged eye contact.

"Riiiight, so im just gonna" You say taking steps to shut the door in his face

"Wait!" The raven haired man shouts, "Wait, please."

You stop with a sigh and open the door, inviting him in, " Alright, come on."

Dick walks in, looking around at the room that actually used to be his when he first moved in.

He mentions as much trying to break the awkward silence.

"Hm, and you were okay staying in a room that was copied from a dracula movie?" You say snarkily

"Well to be fair I was 12 and watched my parents die in front of me, I wasn't really looking at the decor." He says half joking.

You made a face and looked away, feeling even more awkward.

"Anyways, I just wanted to you know...see how you were settling in" Dick starts, " Its been a few months and it feels like we hardly even see you."

You pause, thinking of what to say. But before you even have a chance to say anything Dick continues.

"You know, moms really excited that you're here." He starts, " Honestly I don't think I've ever seen her this excited over anything. She's usually very level headed."

You stare at him

"I mean, you know how she is I suppose she is your mother too."

You stare

"I know she probably really missed you, she gets lonely sometimes you know? Everyone here usually has their own thing going on and we don't really get to see her as much."

Nothing from you

" Well, I guess she see's Damian more than any of us but that's because he's basically her baby."

Okay...that hurt

"I mean, I think he was the youngest when he came to use, I think he was like nine or something. And he was not the easiest to get along with. So don't worry that he hasn't warmed up to you yet."

You hum, already irritated with this conversation.

"He's also really protective of our mom, she's done alot to make sure their relationship is as good as it is." he says offhandedly, " Actually she's done it for all of us."

"Oh really?" You ask with no real intrest.

"Yeah! I remember one time when I was little she always made it a point to spend time with me even though she was so busy." He says fondly.

You decide to play along and remince on the memories that you buried long ago.

"You know, when I was younger, Christine used to take me out of school and take me to see ballet shows." You say with a slight smile, " I was in classes back then and loved watching the older girls dance."

Dick smiled, feeling as if he made some progress with you, " Really? I think she actually takes Cassie and Steph to those sometimes, you should ask to tag along I'm sure she'll love it."

You cringe, feeling another needle in your heart. Not even your memerioes were sacred.

"Yeah no thanks." You reply harshly, " I don't like ballet anymore."

Dick pauses, shocked at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"I--"

And before he can say anything you cut him off, feigning a yawn

"Hey look, not that I don't love our little chats, but I am beat."

"Oh! right, sorry I guess it is getting a bit late.."Dick say hopping up from your bed and walking to the door, " Y/n, you know its really nice talking to you. You should try and open up more."

You smile sarcastically, " you know, something you and mother have in common is that you both like talking at me, not to me."

And with that you shut the door, promptly ending the conversation and sending Dick spiraling.

In fact, the statement bothered him so much that he went seeking a second opinion.

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"Yeah... I don't know how to help you man."

"Oh come on! Jason, you and her are like...bosom buddies or something."

"Bosom buddies? How old are you?" Jason scoffs, " Look, what you and everyone here doesn't understand is that Y/n has a family waiting for her. She's not going to except mom as her mom because her mom is still alive and well."

"But...technically our mom is her mom." Dick says hesitantly, " And if I were her I'd be thrilled to have my mom back."

"Dick. Your mom didn't abandon you for a different family." Jason says annoyed he's not getting it, "What the hell is wrong with you, you're usually so level headed about this stuff?"

Dick pauses.

To be honest he doesn't know why he's being so hard headed about the whole situation.

He knows that he doesn't like seeing his mother sad, and lately seeing her face when you reject every move she maked to make amends is heartbreaking to him.

That was his mother. The woman who took him in as her own when his biological parents died.

The same woman that stayed by his side no matter how moody, rude, and bratty he first acted when he first arrived. She took his grief on as her own and basically put him back together along with Bruce. He can still remember the night he considered her his mother.

He had just started out as Robin, and had just got back from patrol. It was a rough night.

First, it was the middle of autumn and raining heavily, he and Bruce weren't getting along this particular night and he overall was just having a bad night. So needless to day he was a little rougher with the baddies he was fighting tonight.

Bruce had already reprimanded him throughout the night about his unnecessary force but Dick did not want to hear it. It got so bad that Dick was just going off own his own without Batmans orders, and thats where the trouble began.

Dick had jumped the gun again, throwing himself into a fight with some drug dealers , not realizing that there were one too many for a fourteen year old to handle by himself. They quickly overpowered him, and ganged up on the poor boy.

He was given quite the beating before Batman caught up to him and basically saved him.

In pain and with a bruised ego, he had to listen to yet another lecture from the irritated (actually extremely worried) dark knight, and one from Alfred who was also extremely worried while he cleaned up the child.

He has finally marched to his room in a huff and after he shut the door, was finally able to reveal in the fact that he almost died. He was lost in thought, finally feeling the fear and pain in every move he made as he tried to crawl under the covers when he heard a knock on the door.

In she came, with a tray of goodies she personally made,staying home from a business trip he had known she was going to go on. She crawled into the bed with him, held him to her chest and allowed him to cry.

"You may be a big brave superhero" She said to him, " But here in this home, you're my son. My baby, and you are allowed to cry if you need to. I won't judge you. I won't say a word."

And he did. He cried.

He cried because he was hurting. He cried because he was angry. Angry because he was beat up. Because he was lectured all night. Because he missed his parents.

But most of all, because he felt as if he was forgetting them. He was having such a good time at the Wayne manor, grew to love the Waynes as the parents they intended to be to him. He felt as if he was betraying his parents. The parents that had raised him up to that point.

And here he was, laying cuddled up to Christine the same way he would with his mother. But at this point the two of them are blurring together, to the point where he can't tell where his mother ends and Christine starts.

This woman, took him in and wrapped him in love.

Love that he thought he would never feel again after that tragic night.

A love that, he honestly cannot imagine never having.

It was something that he couldn't begin to repay her. He wouldn't know how. Where to start.

Rekindling his mother with the daughter she lost. Gave up.

That was the least he could do. He'd do it for her.

But, after the conversation he had with Jason, he went home and thought about it. Actually really thought about it.

The year he came into the Wayne's lives, Christine stopped going on her business trips.

Not all at once, but she would push them back.

Usually because Dick had needed her.

She pushed her trips back until eventually, she just stopped going.

She hadn't said much, just saying that she realized that she was needed at home more than they needed her over there. But even at that age, Dick noticed she was sad. She kept her composure around the family, but once Dick had seen her crying in a pantry deleting something off her phone.

He had thought it was weird but after a few months she was okay.

No crying, no sadness.

And... now that he thinks about it. While he was being wrapped up in love there was another child in New York, who's life was being completely unraveled. All because of him.

And maybe...the reason he was trying so hard to rekindle you and Christine wasn't really because of Christine.

But because since that night, the night you were revealed to be her daughter, he did the math. And he just wanted to give you back the mother he unknowingly stole away from you.

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margaret

tj hughes x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, fluff!!

when you know you know

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-

as you finished packing your bags, you hung up the facetime and turned to your fellow team girlfriend, alexis.

“i’m so excited for this trip, i still feel so new to the group, it’s only been 4 months so it’ll definitely be nerve wracking.” you admit to her

“we all love you so much, you have nothing to worry about. we all hoped tj could land a girl like you.”

“you’re too nice stop it.” you say, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“no i’m being serious. he’s a good, sweet, and responsible guy. we’re so glad he has you, and then we also get to have you. it’s a win win.” she smiles as you hug her.

“are you sure it’s okay that tj and i have our own car? it’s a long drive, id feel bad if only we traveled alone.”

“yes babe, it’s totally fine.” she laughs exiting your room.

“goodnight lex.” you call out.

“good night y/n.” she yells back.

-

early the next morning, the lot of cars arrive outside to pick the girls up.

“i’ll see you when we get there.” alexis smiles climbing into the vehicle with rutger and kayleigh.

“you ready to go?” tj asks, appearing next to you leaving the car running.

“yep.” you say smiling.

“me too.” he replies kissing you on the cheek and grabbing your luggage.

“you don’t have to carry that.”

“well i’m not letting you so, it doesn’t matter.” he replies back and you roll your eyes jokingly.

“catch yall in pcb.” frank says rolling the window down before they take off down the street. tj opens the car door for you to get in and puts on the playlist you two made together.

“damn, long drive.” you scoff looking at the screen.

“yeah well at least it’s just me and you.” he says placing a light hand on your thigh.

-

“teej?”

“yeah baby?”

“can we stop? i need a snack.”

“yeah of course, look at the exit signs and let me know.” he says without hesitation.

“this next one has a nice gas station.”

“perfect.” he says, pulling off the long interstate. you enter the gas station grabbing a few snacks and drinks for the ride. you place them all on the counter and they get rung in.

“your total is 11.84. cash or card?” the woman asks.

“card.” tj interrupts stepping up beside you.

“tj i-“

“don’t care, i’m paying.” he smirks before quickly pecking you on the side of the head causing you to giggle. the pair returns to the car, snacks in hand, for the remainder of their 15 hour ride.

“is it okay if i take a nap? i woke up at 4 and it’s really ruining my vibe right now.” you ask.

“yeah of course, however long you need.”

“okay i just wanted to make sure, didn’t wanna leave you lonely.”

“i’m never lonely with you.” he smiles turning to look at you which you gladly return. you shut your eyes with your head leaned up against the window, praying this long drive could be over soon so you could enjoy time with everyone. you were quick to slip from reality soon after you shut your eyes. after what seemed like a few short minutes you woke up and saw the clock had gone from 12 pm to 3 pm.

“woah i slept for a long time.” you say quietly breaking the silence.

“good morning sunshine, how’d you sleep?” he giggles.

“oh i slept wonderfully.” you reply stretching out.

“we only have about 7 more hours to go.”

“ONLY?” you say in disbelief, this ride was endless.

“yeah i know, it’s taking forever. they’re like a solid hour ahead of us.” tj says.

“wow we’re gonna be fashionably late.”

“that’s because we’re awesome.” he turns to you smirking.

“totally.”

-

those 7 hours passed dreadfully and you’d finally arrived. you see the condo building approaching.

“finally.” you sigh as tj passes it without hesitation.

“isn’t that where we’re staying?”

“no baby, that’s where they’re staying.” he smirks.

“what do you mean they’re staying?”

“my aunt owns a house a little further down the coast. she’s letting us stay there.” he says placing a hand back onto your leg.

“you’re joking?”

“not joking.”

“who else is there?”

“it’s just for us y/n.”

“like we have a whole house just for me and you?” you ask and he nods.

“does everyone already-“

“yes, they know. i told them.” he quickly replies.

“they weren’t mad?”

“no of course not. we’ll still see them.” he giggles, squeezing your leg slightly. you pull into the driveway of a gorgeous beach house. as soon as the car is off, you open the door and inhale the salty scent of the ocean.

“it’s beautiful.” you say.

“i’m glad you like it.” he says grabbing your luggage and carrying it up the front steps. he unlocks the door, opening it for you to enter. you observe all of the cute and modern coastal decorations that littered the entryway.

“where’s my room?” you ask.

“you mean our room?” he says and you turn your head.

“this is our first big trip together, of course we’re sharing a room. i don’t wanna spend a split second away from you.” he says hugging you from behind.

“oh i’m so excited. i’m gonna go unpack.” you say grabbing onto his arms.

“sounds good, i’m gonna go grab my stuff.” he says pulling away and exiting the house back out to the car.

-

after you finished unpacking everything, it was late. you’d spent the whole day in the car and just finished unpacking at a ripe 10:30 pm. you step into the bathroom, pushing your hair back with your big tacky bow headband to wash your face. once your skincare was complete, you walk back into the room to tj already tucked in, waiting for you to join him.

“i love that pink headband you use to wash your face. it’s so goofy.” he says as you tuck yourself under the covers.

“it keeps my hair out of my face and i look great in it.”

“touché to that.” he giggles reaching over to pull his lamp string.

“goodnight my love.” he says kissing you sweetly on the lips.

“goodnight tj.” you smile, rolling over and drifting off into a peaceful sleep. when you wake up the next morning, the bed is cold and empty.

“what the-“ you say looking over at the alarm clock that read 8:30. you get out of bed and slide on your slippers, waltzing into the bathroom to put your contacts in. you make your way out of the bathroom and follow the strong sent of something being cooked, which lead you to the kitchen. you’re met with tj leaned over the stove in his boxers and your bright pink bow headband.

“good morning.” he smiles at you.

“good morning my beautiful bow head.” you giggle walking into the kitchen to kiss him on the cheek.

“hey it really does keep my hair out of my face.”

“and you look great in it.” you say, just like he had last night.

“honestly, can you order me one? cards in my wallet on the counter.”

“yes teej, i’ll order you a pink bow headband.” you laugh.

“i’m being fully serious i hope you know.” he says turning to you smirking.

“you are very hard to take serious in that bow babe.” you state, pulling up amazon on your phone.

“i’m a very serious person, haven’t you noticed.” he scoffs, returning his focus to the pancake that was ready to flip. you order him his prized bow headband and pull yourself up onto the counter to watch him hard at work. once he’s finished his cooking, the two of you eat and get ready for a day alone at the beach.

“white or purple?” you say holding up your bikinis.

“whichever one shows more of your butt.” he says, his words muffled by his toothbrush. you took note of the grey swim shorts he was wearing and how they complimented his skin tone. he was practically irresistible.

“lord.” you laugh, setting the white one back in your suitcase.

“what? is it a crime to stare at my girlfriends butt?” he asks, spitting the remaining toothpaste out.

“no tj, it’s not.” you laugh, changing into your swimsuit.

“look at you, do a spin.” he smiles getting a good look at you. you do as your told and approach him, his arms wrapping around you and sliding down your back onto your ass as your arms linked around his neck.

“you’re so beautiful.” he smiles.

“all you babe.” you reply kissing him and pulling away.

“got everything ready?” he asks, picking up the two chairs.

“yup, i’m ready to go.” you say, leading the pair out the door. after a few hours spent on the beach together, you come back to the beach house to get ready to go to dinner with everyone.

“first day at the beach, check.” you say setting everything down on the deck, out of breath from the hellish walk back.

“new favorite thing, going to the beach with you.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your warm sunkissed cheek.

“baby, i’m getting in the shower.” you call out from the bathroom before starting the water. once it’s a temperature you liked, you step in, washing away all the remaining sand. completely relaxing in the shower. once you were fully rinsed, you step out and wrap your body in a fluffy white towel before hearing tj’s voice. you could tell he was on the phone so you tip toe over to the door, pressing your ear up to it, trying to see who he could be talking to.

“it’s been great mom, the weather is so nice.” he says, you not being able to hear the other end of the conversation.

“she’s been incredible. couldn’t ask for a better woman.” he says before pausing for a good while.

“i really do think i love her mom. i don’t think i’ve ever felt this way about-“ he begins and you back away from the door, not wanting to spoil anything for yourself.

“he loves me?” you whisper to yourself, your heart growing giddy at the fact that you felt the exact same way. you just never knew when to say it. you finished drying off, blowing out your hair and exiting the bathroom.

“bathrooms free if you wanna shower.” you smile at the strawberry blonde boy.

“perfect, i’ll be out in like two seconds okay?” he states.

“okay.” you blush as he kisses you on the head in passing.

-

the two of you got ready for dinner, listening to your playlist.

“which button up?” he asks holding up two of the shirts you’d bought him.

“i like the white one, we’ll be matchy matchy.” you laugh, applying a layer of aquaphor. he reappears in the doorway in his shirt and gives you a little twirl.

“you look great babe.” you giggle stepping towards him and attaching your lips to his.

“i’ll never look better than my lady. look at you, pure perfection.” he says, grabbing your hand and twirling you around.

“okay baby, let’s go, don’t wanna be late.” he says grabbing the keys and opening the front door for you.

“so where is it we’re going?” you ask buckling your seatbelt.

“well we have to make a pit stop first since the sun is setting. told them to give us 30 more minutes.” he winks at you.

“tj we are not fu-“

“that is not what i was implying, chill out.” he laughs, placing a hand in your lap and you interlock your fingers with his. he drives to a beach just down the road and pulls into a parking lot. you meet at the front of the car, him reaching his hand out to yours and you gladly accept. you both remove your shoes before walking down the short path to a beach that was completely empty.

“this is so peaceful.” you say as you get further out onto the beach.

“my mom and i used to come here every first sunset of our trips.” he smiles, stopping in his tracks.

“it’s beautiful tj.” you say looking around. he grabs onto your other hand to focus your attention onto him.

“just like you.” he smirks.

“stop you’re gonna make me blush or whatever.” you giggle together.

“listen y/n. we’re been together for 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days. those have been the best 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days of my life all because of you baby. you make my everyday so much brighter. i couldn’t stand living another day without telling you how much i love you. i love you so much i don’t even have to proper words to express it. you’re so beautiful, gracious, funny, sweet, kind. the list could go on forever. you’re fucking incredible. i love you so much.” he says, not losing your eye contact a single time, even as the tears welted up, eventually spilling over.

“i love you tj, i love you so much.” you say hugging onto the boy.

“why are you crying honey?” he giggles holding onto you tightly.

“i’ve never felt this way before. which sounds so tacky but everything just feels right with you. no icks, no complaints, nothing. you’re perfect i love you.” you say grabbing onto his face and bringing his lips to yours.

“you think we can still make it to dinner in time?” he giggles pulling away and wiping your tears delicately with his thumbs, bringing his lips to yours again for a short moment.

“i think we can, come on.” you say grabbing his hand and running back to the car. you make it back completely out of breath and quickly rinse your feet to get in the car, speeding off down the road to get to dinner. once the two of you finally arrive, you enter the restaurant to everyone sitting and waiting for the two of you.

“sorry for the hold up guys.” tj laughs pulling your chair out for you before he takes a seat beside you, placing an arm around your waist.

“and no before any of you fuckers ask, we were not having sex in the parking lot.” you say pointing at duker and rutger.

“hey i wasn’t gonna say anything.” dylan says defensively.

“he’s right, but i definitely was.” rutger says and kayleigh smacks him on the arm.

“what was the hold up then hm?” mark asks as frank nudges tj’s arm.

“you guys are acting like i proposed or something.” he laughs.

“well?” mark repeats.

“i told her i loved her.” he admits and the whole table smiles and rutger hands dylan a 20.

“yall bet on us?” you laugh.

“sure did.” duker smirks as rutger flips him off.

“did you say it back though?” alexis asks from beside frank.

“yes i sure did.” you smirk, leaning on tj’s shoulder as his hand brushed gently up and down your side.

“new official lovers have entered the group, we’re getting crazy now guys.” ethan says causing the whole table to laugh. this trip turned out to be the best thing that could’ve happened this semester, you were there with your best friends and what turned out to be the only guy you’ve ever truly loved.

-

(sorry for the tacky ending, didn’t know how to round it off😍)

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[pyode-luar-ke]

carnation | part i | poly!yautja x reader

A/N: this is sooooo self-indulgent, i almost didn’t post lol. but it turned out really good, and i’m proud of it so fuck it, y’know? also, i take sooooo many creative liberties with yautja lore and canon, so if anything like... doesn’t make sense, lmk and i’ll try to clarify LOL 💀

i have part 2 outlined, and it’s probs not gonna be as long as this one, so it should be out soonish. 💕

summary: you have a baby with your mates.

word count: 7,005

content: 18+, smut, fem!afab!reader, polyamorous relationship (F/M/M/M/M/M) (good lord lmao), reverse harem, pregnancy, mention of abortion, lactation, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, body image issues, a whole lotta love, public sex, voyeurism

part ii → (out now!!)

—

No one really anticipated you getting pregnant. Not really.

Sure, it was a possibility, but an incredibly improbable one. Human and Yautja DNA held some fundamental differences, in spite of being surprisingly similar in some regards. Thus, if the laws of biology and physiology were to be true, it dictated that procreation was exceedingly rare, if not entirely impossible to achieve.

Yet, here you were, against the odds, a testament to the universe’s principle of: If there is a will, there is a way.

—

Bhu’kei goes completely silent, not even a stray whicker or growl escapes him. He’s deathly still too, his only movement coming from his clawed fingertips as he taps at his gauntlet, again. This is enough to notify you without words that he’s rerunning the pregnancy test, confirmed when a green light scans over your midsection.

A part of you wants to stop him, to sit up and place a palm on his black-scaled arm, to say “It’s true, Bhu’kei, and it’s okay!”— but you don’t. There’s a small part of you that still reels from disbelief, that wants to recoil in shock and gasp, “It’s not possible!”

A small beep echoes in the dead quiet yurt, and Bhu’kei is still silent. And then he meets your gaze, the expression in his eyes paradoxically unreadable and completely decipherable. He looks apologetic, almost— like he’s waiting for the gravity of the situation to dawn on you, for you to realize just how rare and dangerous and life-threatening this is for you.

Yautja females are larger than their male counterparts; taller, more muscled, and sometimes even stronger. They are built to withstand the 12-month gestation of a Yautja pup, and the entirety of labor and delivery, with ease— an evolutionary gift bestowed upon them due to the fact that most approach childbirth completely alone.

Your disbelief morphs into raw terror— How the Hell do you expect your body to survive this?— and as quickly as that occurs, the raw terror morphs into absolute elation— Well, damn it, you’ll sure try. A smile so big and bright— one you didn’t even know you were capable of doing— splits across your face before you can stop it.

“I’m pregnant!”

—

Announcing your pregnancy to the rest of the camp was initially met with some pushback. Ap-tui, for one, argued that an oomani-di carrying a Yautja pup would be detrimental at best and fatal at worst. True to his blunt nature, he encouraged you to terminate the pregnancy, which probably should have upset you more than it did, but you saw his point.

You had considered abortion, but the thought was fleeting. Despite the potential (and possibly fatal) consequences of carrying a Yautja pup, you rationalized that due to the little to no information on interspecies breeding between humans and Yautja, that your pregnancy was somewhat of a miracle of nature.

Yautja document their history, they transcribe what they learn and all their knowledge about other planets and species and races into databases accessible to all. They have been hunting humans (a morbid thought to you, but one you’ve learned to reconcile with) for hundreds of years, ever since Earth made a blip on their radars.

There is nothing on interspecies breeding. It simply hasn’t happened yet.

That thought partly fueled your decision to keep the baby. More so, however, you wanted the pup— Children were always a desire of yours, and with the development of gaining a handful of Yautja males as your significant others, you had thought the dream had turned to complete fantasy.

Not anymore, you finally got your wish, and you wanted to see it play out, to be the first. Not so much in a selfish, glorifying way— But to stick the finger to the universe and say “Look what love can do.”

Your decision may have also been influenced by your very human strain of curiosity— Something that Van’chaa once told you Yautja lacked in spades.

So, with your mind dead-set on growing that fetus inside you, you shook your head and said, “No, I’m keeping it. It’s my pup.”

Ap-tui was not pleased with your response. Nor was Van’chaa and Th’chi. However, they did not try to press you further. Bhu’kei had already told them that while yes, it was dangerous; It was clearly a risk you were willing to take. And it was not a decision any of them could make for you.

Ultimately, their begrudging support was because you were still female. The Yautja males could do nothing but yield to your wishes. You may be of a different and much less capable species, but honorable and respected Yautja males obeyed their females. So, they would pay that same regard to you.

Thankfully, Ta’kaa’s propensity to celebrate the good in situations garnered a positive reaction that distracted you from the overall dour moods of his hunting brothers.

—

You break your glare with Ap-tui when you hear Ta’kaa whicker in excitement. He meets your gaze, molten eyes cheery and bright, and all the negative emotions leak out of you in an instant. The moss green Yautja scoops you up in his arms, all the while clicking happy noises from his mandibles. You can’t understand a word Ta’kaa says, so far gone in his elation the full Yautja tongue took hold.

Your arms wrapped loose around his neck, tears prick hot at your eyeballs as you watch Ta’kaa growl and clack and nuzzle his mandibles against the soft of your cheek. His body is like fire, and his touch is so tender, so you lean into his affections, smiling.

If there was one Yautja you could rely on for some positivity, it was Ta’kaa.

He is the youngest of the hunting party, and it shows. Ta’kaa acts far more on emotional impulse than the rest, but sometimes it makes him feel a little more human, so you don’t complain. Sometimes though, you have to remind yourself that Ta’kaa passed his Chiva and was Blooded decades before you were born. That often makes you remember that he is a Yautja, born and raised to be a hunter.

But you take his enthusiastic clicking and nuzzling with open arms, offering him kisses to his fluttering mandibles in return.

His elder brothers and cousins click and grumble amongst themselves, allowing their frustrations to air before they silence their grievances for good. Yautja are blunt and direct, so they know to speak out once and then never again. Issues of a more diplomatic blend tend to resolve quickly in Yautja circles.

Off on the sidelines, Ap-tui smothers his concerns deep inside his chest. He opts for watching you joyfully play with his younger brother, absorbing the way your strange, beautiful ooman face contorts with emotion. It took him a while to recognize that when you bare your teeth it means that you are happy, not attempting to threaten.

You are happy now, happy because you carry a pup in your womb, happy because Ap-tui remembers nights when he’s mated you, after which you’ve shed wetness from your eyes because all you’ve ever wanted was children. Another strange ability that oomans have: Crying.

He sees you’re crying now, but he knows it’s not from sadness.

A fairly important question arises in Ap-tui’s mind.

“Who is the sire?” He asks Bhu’kei, who pulls one of his daggers from its hilt at his shin. Bhu’kei doesn’t regard the hunt leader for a moment, instead opting to flip the blade in his hand, looking for impurities. When he finishes, the ink black Yautja glances out the corner of his eye at his cousin.

“You are.” Bhu’kei replies simply.

Ap-tui freezes.

—

“Bhu’kei told me that you’re the sire.” You murmur, coming behind your mate and placing your chin on his shoulder. His inky, blood red tresses tickle your cheek and neck, smooth and warm against your skin. He grunts in response, not moving from his stiff meditation pose.

Ap-tui had distanced himself from the group not long ago, escaping to his private yurt out of the corners of your peripheral. You had asked Bhu’kei what happened, as he was the last to speak to him, and the Yautja had told you then that the hunt leader was the biological father to your unborn pup.

Apparently, it was a semi big deal, as Ap-tui is the Firstborn of his bearer’s bloodline. Bhu’kei explained that, essentially, Firstborns split from their bearer’s clan when they bear or sire a pup of their own. This results in the Firstborn creating their own clan, one adjacent to their bearer’s, and in Yautja culture the position holds some weight.

It also surprised you to learn that, up until now, Ap-tui had not sired a single pup. Strange, considering he’s an elder Blooded warrior, not quite as old or experienced to be considered an Elder, but certainly no Youngblood. He should have already had many sucklings since accomplishing his Chiva, and learning that he didn’t— and that yours would be the first— filled you with a sense of pride.

Your baby with him would begin his clan with strength and status. Arrangements would need to be made, certain rites and bureaucratic agreements, but those could be saved for the future. You would give him his clan.

For now, you simply wrap your arms around Ap-tui’s torso, his corded muscles hot and strong under your arms. You kiss his shoulder.

“He also told me that’s very important.” You continue, and you kiss his reptilian-like mahogany hide again. This time, Ap-tui turns his head to look back at you, mandibles relaxed but set. His eyes look troubled.

“I am… conflicted.” He admits, and it must take all his strength to swallow his Yautja pride, if only for that little confession. You hum, and take a couple steps around him to settle yourself on his lap. Your hands rub at his broad pectoral muscles, fingers purposely catching on the twine-like string of his netted outfit.

Ap-tui looks away, jaws flaring and pulling tight rhythmically. You stare at his face, then at the scar he has that runs jagged across the crown of his head— One he received on a hunt when searching for a gift for you. The kiande amedha th’syra sits on the trophy wall in your quarters back on the hunting party’s ship, as do other gifts from the others.

“Mm. I could tell.” You reply, placing one of your hands on the side of his face. Gingerly, you turn his head so that he faces you directly, thumb rubbing lazy circles on the bone of his eye socket. A slow smile pulls the corners of your mouth up, and Ap-tui watches with hawk-like precision as your cute pink tongue wets your bottom lip.

He meets your gaze, your ooman eyes half-lidded and hungry.

“What troubles you?” You murmur, leaning in and kissing the scales above where his quad-rhythm heartbeat resides. He can tell you are trying to seduce him to wheedle out his deepest concerns. Ap-tui shivers a growl, heat settling in his bones, and he has to resist the urge to flood the yurt with his dia-shui.

“I do not want to risk you.” He confesses, running a gentle claw down the side of your face, admiring your soft, plump flesh. Ooman faces have always been captivating to him: The way you wear your emotions— blatant and raw and unforgiving.

“You’re not.” You kiss his palm as it comes to cup your cheek, and smile, “None of you are.”

Ap-tui is still hesitant and stubborn.

“Gestation may leech you.”

“Maybe— Who knows?”

His large paws trap your waist, claws brushing your skin, causing goosebumps to pepper your flesh.

“Birth will be disastrous. Perhaps fatal.”

“Isn’t it always?”

You cling to Ap-tui like he’s your lifeline. His dia-shui permeates the air, honeying it. The glaze of your arousal drives him wild. His pupils dilate to eclipse his fiery irises. He cannot help himself when he asks,

“Would you do it again? Bear our pups like a lou-dte kale?”

“Yes.”

You did not leave Ap-tui’s yurt for nearly two days.

—

The beginning months of pregnancy really only made your body fatigued and your mind sluggish. You found yourself sleeping far more often, usually clocking out well before the sun set past the horizon. This was usually in tandem to sleeping in until Ta’kaa or Th’chi awoke you to either let you know your mates would be going on a kv’var, or to just get you out from your bed of furs.

The latter usually resulted in them receiving the brunt of your sour mood and cold shoulder— A feat genuinely impressive, considering the lengths you’d go to shirk them.

Until, of course, you came to them in near tears, apologizing profusely and requiring many assurances. They would purr for you until all the wetness from your eyes dried. Th’chi especially did not like seeing you cry.

It was another can of worms pregnancy hormones opened: Mood swings.

—

You’re sure that this may be the angriest you’ve ever been.

The day could not be going worse: Th’chi wakes you at the asscrack of dawn, he doesn’t even bother helping you fix a fire for your breakfast, and then teases you to no end like he usually does, but this time he’s crossed the line.

Fury— molten hot and rising— boils under your skin. Such an intense anger you have to clench your hands into fists. You’re shaking.

“What. Did. You. Say. To. Me?” You growl through grit teeth, each word holding a venom that Th’chi is surprised you have within you, but he pays it no mind. It’ll take more than an angry oomani-di to threaten him. So, he only chortles, lilting his head. His eyes are mirthful, and you want to bash his face in.

“I said: You are rounding out impressively considering it’s only your forth month of gestation.” Th’chi says simply, poking the swell of your belly. Truly, despite only being four months along, you easily look as though you may be six. A side effect of carrying a fetus that’s almost too big for your womb.

That doesn’t dispel the fact that Th’chi is standing before you, a shit-eating look in his eye, and telling you that he thinks you’re fat. You already have been struggling with your changing body and self image. Th’chi only confirms your fears.

“I must also say, your thighs are fattening nicely as well.”

Th’chi must know he’s digging his own grave. He’s not this stupid. Or maybe he is. You’re starting to not care either way.

Bhu’kei has enough sense to stay put on the opposite side of camp.

Ta’kaa, Ap-tui, and Van’chaa have made themselves scarce. Faintly, you recall Van’chaa muttering something about an impromptu kv’var and cursing his younger brother’s name.

This is Th’chi’s mess.

You take a deep breath.

And then Hell breaks loose.

—

By the time you’ve finished your rant, you’re panting, hot in the face, and immediately regretting every word that came out of your mouth. Th’chi looks shocked, his shoulders set, and your heart breaks further when his eyes go stony and hard. He growls lightly, then pivots on his heel and stalks off, clearly upset.

Bhu’kei is looking at you, incredulous, but he only snorts and shakes his head. A pang of regret makes your heart clench behind your ribs. Oh God.

Salvaging whatever remaining anger you have, you turn on your heel and wander off to Ap-tui’s yurt that is halfway across camp. You don’t look back.

The second the yurt door closes, the heat of your anger completely dissipates and leaves you cold with shame and regret. Embarrassment, almost as liquid hot as the wrath before, comes crashing down on you. Immediately, you want to run back out and jump into Th’chi’s arms and tell him over and over how much you love him.

“Oh my God.” Your head falls into your palms, hot tears finally breaking through and wetting your lashes and hands. You said some absolutely heinous things to your mate, words that you made sure would sting. Sniffling wetly, you lower yourself on the edge of Ap-tui’s nest, wringing your fingers in the fibers of the fur beneath you. 

Part of you wonders if you should just stay here until the situation blows over. Another, louder part of you screams to tell you to suck it up and go apologize. A few minutes pass as you let yourself cry some more and ponder. The louder part wins: Shame is a powerful beast.

You rise (an action becoming harder and harder with your swelling middle) and make your way out Ap-tui’s yurt.

—

Hesitant steps take you to Th’chi’s personal yurt that sits adjacent to Bhu’kei’s. Said Yautja is where you last saw him, his midnight hide blending him into the dark metal of his yurt. He dips his head when he sees you and whickers in support when you stall in front of Th’chi’s door. His golden eyes are soft when he says, “Go to him. He needs only your presence.”

You smile sadly and nod, placing one hand atop the door’s biometric scanner and the other on your belly. The door opens and you step inside the yurt. His space smells like home.

When you spot Th’chi lounging on his bed, tears bubble up and spill over again, and he only clicks and opens his arms to you. You bound over as fast as you can, practically tossing yourself into his arms. He’s warm, and his chest begins to rumble with purrs— Calming, like the way that Yautja males do for distressed females.

“‘M sorry.” You mumble against Th’chi’s chest, “I dunno what came over me.”

He chitters, smoothing a palm down your hair like he’s petting you. His hand cradles the back of your skull and holds you close. Th’chi has dealt with the wrath of Yautja both in combat and in mating— Your spat was nothing short of amusing to him. Sure, your words had been hurtful in the moment, but he knew that none of them reflected your true intentions.

“Such fire, little mate.” He teases, tusks tickling your tear-stricken cheeks, “Our little sain’ja.”

Thankfully, his disregard for your outburst and comforting words lends to your tears to stop so profusely flowing. One of his rough thumbs smooths across the arch of cheek and wipes away the tears. Th’chi has never understood why and how oomans leak from their eyes (seems incredibly inconvenient) but he hates when you do.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.” You can’t help but say again, kissing his sternum. Th’chi only purrs louder, the velvety rumble beckoning your now exhausted self to sleep. You press closer to him, shifting in his lap as he grabs a fur to toss around your shoulders.

“I forgive you. Words spoken in the heat of anger often lack substance.” He replies, mandibles quivering when you place kisses to his chin. Th’chi will never admit it out loud, but he loves and desires your kisses like no other. He especially loves when your weird fleshy lips press against his face.

“I said such terrible things, Th’chi. I don’t know if I can forgive myself.” You murmur between soft pecks you leave on his slate blue skin, around the quills that grow from his collarbones. The hand he has on the back of your skull trembles almost imperceptibly before moving to grip your chin. Th’chi holds you as if you are glass.

“A Yautja female would never even entertain the thought of apologizing to a male. Even if she’s wronged him. Little mate,” Th’chi guides your eyes to look up at him, “You are more precious to me than the kv’var. You show yin’tekai in being here, with me, sharing my yurt and bearing my kin.”

Th’chi’s canary yellow eyes bore into yours. They look like twin suns.

“I love you, you big dope, y’know that?” You blubber after a stretch of silence, tears falling down your cheeks again, and this time Th’chi understands this wetness to mean you are happy.

He still doesn’t like it, so he purrs even louder to calm you down. You fall asleep only minutes later.

—

The mood swings began to taper around the time other parts of your body began to really feel the pregnancy. It was difficult to be distracted with your haywire emotions when your back started to hurt at all times, you were thirsty and hungry at all times, you peed a lot, and your ankles and hips were sore (and not the pleasant sore from having sex with one or more of your Yautja).

Not to mention the bowling ball that sat in your belly. The pup was big, heavy, and it was active. Your organs started to feel like punching bags. Especially your bladder, which is what your pup seemed to favor jabbing a foot into. It also liked squirming around when you slept, so the lack of sleep was fun.

And then there was the debacle with your breasts. It seemed that your human pregnancy hormones went into hyperdrive to compensate for the Yautja pup growing in your womb. The pup would need thrice the amount of milk as a human child once it was born, and the moment you entered your approximate second trimester, your already tender breasts ballooned to sizes you thought unimaginable. 

At first, it was difficult to reconcile your new, curvaceous bosom— Often you found yourself weeping at the sight of your engorged chest. Your swollen, flush tits hung nearly to your waist on either side of your round belly, nipples darkened and pointed straight to the floor. You missed your old breasts, and mourned the fact that they’d never be the same again.

Not to mention that they were awfully heavy, like two pendulous dumbbells that pulled at your upper back muscles. It was enough that your ankles, hips, and lower back ached, but your breasts added your shoulders to the list too.

—

“I can’t look at myself!” You sob into Van’chaa’s netted chest like a baby, blubbering about how much you hate your new figure, and that it makes you feel and look ugly. Van’chaa doesn’t say anything, only patting your head with a gentle paw as you weep against him.

He is desperately confused— Yautja do not suffer the same body issues as oomans do, and he thinks that the near-obsessive paranoia that you display about losing “your figure” is ridiculous. Of course, he would never tell you that directly, especially in the... tender mindset you’re currently in.

You are pregnant, carrying a Yautja pup— a future hunter to an apex predator race. Not to mention a Firstborn of a strong clan. That should bring you honor and respect. It should not bring you despair.

“Little mate,” He decides to coo, nuzzling your hair with his tusks, “No tears. Pregnancy is honorable, and it gives you status. You are like Paya.”

You sniffle, listening to his words and recognizing that Paya is the Yautja deity, and that any form of comparison is a big deal, but your self-image has still been utterly shattered. Confidence that you once had in your body has fallen to the wayside. You tell this to Van’chaa, and he chuffs, then stands up. He looks expectantly down at you, offering his hand, which you take to stand with still a lot of effort.

“Come.” He replies simply, and he starts walking off in the direction of the common yurt, the biggest one in the center of camp where your hunters store miscellaneous goods or shared objects. You walk after him, slowly and with a hand planted on your aching back, ignoring (for now) the hungry look Ta’kaa gives you from across the clearing.

Van’chaa stops at the yurt’s door, opening it and gesturing for you to step in first. You do, keeping your wary gaze on your mate as he strides to the opposite side of the hut, pulling from a wall compartment a sleek black box. Van’chaa strides just as confidently back to you, placing the box in front of you. He opens its top with a click of its latches, like a chest.

The direction of the box prevents you from seeing what Van’chaa is digging for, and you’re about to walk over and see for yourself when the midnight blue Yautja reveals four silver items in his paws. They look like mini gauntlets, obviously made for your human body, but they don’t seem to have any weapons or fancy technology attached.

“Remove your coverings.” Van’chaa rumbles, and the request has you recoiling. The simple white cotton dress you’re wearing really has no special connection to you, but it was one of the few articles of clothing you had. Plus, it was flowy and loose enough for your seemingly ever-growing body and covered up your Problem Areas quite effectively.

“Why?” You ask, shuffling on your feet and Van’chaa can smell your apprehension. He clicks and tilts his head to the side, his long, rubbery black tresses falling past his shoulder. 

“Do you trust me, little mate?” He asks, his low, gravelly voice is tender, like the way it gets when he reminisces to you about his bearer on nights when you’re both tipsy on c’ntlip. It’s the same voice he uses when he confesses his love for you under the blanket secrecy of midnight. Van’chaa reaches and cups your cheek in his palm, marveling at how his hand dwarfs you, purring.

“Yes.” You whisper, smiling softly and turning to kiss the palm of his hand. Van’chaa trills in delight, and withdraws his hand to pick up one of the metal cuff-like objects. He holds it out towards you, clicking.

“Then remove your coverings.” He says simple, and with a long, somewhat shaky sigh, you undo the tie at the front of your dress and bare yourself in one swoop. Van’chaa sees the apprehension and disgust towards your own body flash on your face, and once again he is so confused as to why you think so poorly of your own flesh.

He can’t help but marvel— Ooman physiology has always intrigued him, though he’d never admit it out loud. There’s something about the way your oomani-di body is so close to a Yautja female, similar in its curves and decidedly female traits.

And your specific ooman-ness draws him in further. Van’chaa always secretly admired your even, smooth skin, the softness of your plush flesh, your legs and thighs… Admittedly, it had taken him some time to get used to your strange, and by Yautja standards, ugly face, but now he looks forward to it each morning he wakes. He cannot imagine life without you.

Pregnancy does nothing to change his mind on this. If anything, watching your belly swell with pup and your breasts become milk-laden has been… titillating. It arouses some deep intimate, primal fire in his core— One that drives him to the edge (and sometimes over) of desire and back.

Van’chaa wants to lick the taut dome of your belly. He wants to feel you squirm and pant below him, wants to watch those bloated tits of yours bounce in time with his thrusts. One day, he wants to mate you until his seed takes hold. Then he will watch you swell again with his pup. The thought has him relaxing his mandibles.

“Van’chaa?” Your quiet pry pulls him from his reverie and makes him realize that he’d been flooding the air with his dia-shui. You’ve taken notice, as you’ve come to recognize the earthy musk, and your eyelids are now drooped halfway, lustful.

“Wrists. Ankles.” Van’chaa growls, ignoring (for now) the heady scent of your arousal that permeates the air around you. If he glances down, he’ll surely see the slick ambrosia dripping from your cunt. Van’chaa decides today is an exercise in self control. He all but tosses the cuffs to you.

—

The strange cuffs lock around your wrists and ankles firmly, yet gently. When you test one by flexing your arm, the metal seems to have some uncharacteristic give. It feels breathable and acts more like leather than steel. You go to ask Van’chaa why exactly you’re wearing them, when he presses a button on one of the cuffs.

You yelp as netting flows from all four cuffs, racing over your body like water on rocks. It’s very similar to what the Yautja wear beneath their armor, the same black thread-like material. But you can tell it’s stronger, more durable, and somehow it even provides you with some warmth. It must be temperature regulated in some way.

In addition, the net outfit must work in a way that provides support, as the usual pull on your back from your breasts and heavy belly is noticeably lessened. For that, you are eternally grateful.

... However, the net bodysuit— like your mates— acts more like a birthday suit than much else and does very little in the way of modesty. It practically leaves you half naked, though the netting over your crotch does seem to be a bit denser. The same can not be said for your breasts— the netting on your bloated tits and puffy nipples is exceptionally light in comparison.

“Van’chaa, what is this?” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest and internally wincing at how much squishy yield your rack gives. He only chitters, those deep-set blue eyes of his shining in what you can only describe as mischief. You watch as his paws disappear back inside of the box, reappearing with a tiny, bird-like skull in hand.

You don’t recognize what animal it may be from— Earthen or otherwise— but you watch with bated breath as Van’chaa, in a way that can only be described as sacred, attaches the skull to the netting at the center of your chest. It sits atop the shelf of your cleavage, a centerpiece for what’s to come.

Van’chaa continues to decorate you, lining bones of all sorts on your hips in alternating patterns, always using sterling white ones. Before he pulls away from you, he adorns your neck with a bone necklace, clicking softly as he does. It’s like he’s whispering prayer, like the necklace of ivory and claws is as if you’re being bestowed a crown.

“Van’chaa...” You breathe, still taken aback at how tenderly and religiously your mate dressed you in items that his people would wear. He secures a leather-like cloth around your hips that ties below the bones on either side. The fabric covers your crotch and backside, giving you at least some modem of modesty. It’s not much, but at least you feel less nude.

Van’chaa pulls away from you, trilling. He’s elated, eyes bright and proud of his handiwork. Then, he visits the box again and this time pulls out a larger, thin item. He sets it in front of you, the glint of its surface catching the light— and your reflection.

It’s a mirror. A long, full body mirror that captures you in all your fat, pregnant glory. 

Body covered in fishnet netting, adorned with bones, dressed in leather; You honestly believe this is the most beautiful you’ve felt in a while. Your new body is complimented and spotlighted in this outfit, belly and breasts and all. The slopes and curves of your figure are hugged in a way that doesn’t make you want to look away.

You also notice, for the first time, how beautifully glossy your hair’s become. And the healthy glow on the apples of your cheeks. You look at the strange, bird-like skull on your sternum.

You look like a Yautja.

Van’chaa chuffs beside you, and you break your gaze from your reflection to see him offering you a pair of tiny sandals. The soles look to be made of thick leather, but the ties seem to be a softer material. When you take them from him, it all clicks in your mind.

“Van’chaa... did you make this all for me?” You ask softly, staring at the shoes in your hands before glancing back up at your mate. Van’chaa dips his head once in response, his electric blue eyes alight like lightning. His dia-shui is unavoidable and unignorable.

“Thank you.” You breathe, sighing in content when Van’chaa sweeps you up into his arms and deposits you onto his bed. The plush furs are soft and support you well. Your core is so hot at this point you nearly whimper. The air is glazed and thick and it’s like breathing in honey. Van’chaa situates himself above you, his tresses fall on either side of your head and he leans in close.

“Would you like me to show my thanks?” You coo, kissing the pink flesh of his flared mandibles, meeting his eyes when you lick up one of his tusks. Van’chaa growls in warning. He sees your coy play and calls you on it. One of his paws grips your thighs and spreads you for him. The leather flap is easily moved out of the way and it’s then you notice there’s an opening in the netting at the base of your core.

Easy access, you suppose, and all other thought escapes you when your mate snarls and presses the tent under his loincloth to your aching pussy. His other hand slides up your belly, then cups one of your breasts. Van’chaa squeezes, and you moan.

“Please fuck me.” You gasp, gripping his bicep when his claws toy with your nipple. The bones you wear click together like wind chimes. You say again, desperate and horny and feeling beautiful: 

“Please.”

Van’chaa happily obliges.

—

Another milestone you pass during the duration of your pregnancy also has to do with your breasts. Seemingly, they just don’t let you catch a break. Aside from being heavy and bouncy and literally swaying while you walk (despite your new clothes), they’ve also begun to leak.

You lactate for the first time in front of Bhu’kei, right as he’s about to perform the routine health screen on you. Just as the light flickers over your belly (where the pup had been doing flips as of late) you feel... wet. A dampness made itself very known on your chest, then spread.

“Oh my God!” Bhu’kei’s attention snaps back to you at your incredulous remark, and he is met with the sight of you pinching your nipples between your fingers. Thick droplets of milk still leak past and he notices the trails on your belly. Your face has gone ashen and hot at the same time. Bhu’kei recognizes this as mortification.

“You have started your lactation. This is good.” Bhu’kei states with a swift nod of his head and turns back to your scan. Speaking of good, all of your vitals are also stellar. The pup is stable as well. Bhu’kei is content at this knowledge.

“I’m fucking leaking!” Your voice raises an octave and Bhu’kei watches as you scramble to find a cloth to press to your bosom. When your fingers leave your nipples, a white spray occurs that has you yelping and pinching them again, Bhu’kei clicks in amusement, but you shoot him a withering glare.

“Not. Funny. I can’t go around dripping milk everywhere.” You frown, skin feeling moist and sticky from your milk that’s left trails on your belly. You want to wipe it up, but your fingers can’t leave your nipples. Though... the longer you’re pinching to stop the flow, the more your breasts begin to feel... tight.

More so than usual. Like the pressure’s building. Experimentally, you release one of your sensitive nipples and the torrent of milk is powerful enough to spurt from you like a faucet. Your jaw drops.

Bhu’kei whickers, impressed.

The pressure cedes, and when pinch them again, it begins to grow.

It seems your stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You look to Bhu’kei, and your eyes are pleading. You pout, “What do I do now?”

—

The solution Bhu’kei ultimately recommended was unorthodox. 

Usually, pumping milk would’ve been an affair saved for after the pup was born, but you started lactating and profusely leaking so early on that it needed to be done. Plus, you and Bhu’kei did not want you to risk developing mastitis, which would be just the cherry-on-top to your pregnancy.

The issue was, the Yautja didn’t have any suitable equipment to perform the duty of pumping, so it had to be done manually. At first, you were able to squeeze your breasts rhythmically, draining milk into large glass vials that would be frozen and stored for later, but your hands soon tired.

So, with the help of your mates, you pumped milk.

—

“Bhu’kei! Bhu’kei! Bhu’kei!”

The only word your mouth seems to know is his name. Your pussy throbs with need, clit aching for contact. Bhu’kei is planted firmly behind you, but he won’t concede and fill your dripping core with his cock. Instead, he rests the hot rod between your ass cheeks, teasing you by thrusting lazily.

It’s all so much. You can hardly breathe. His dia-shui is suffocating in the best way possible. Bhu’kei’s hands are working magic on you.

Large paws alternate the respective tit they squeeze, drawing long streams of milk from your chest. He tweaks and pinches the stiff peaks of your nipples like he’s toying with them. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced— Strange, yet natural, yet absolutely dirty.

You hazy mind and glossy eyes focus enough to process that the glass vial is nearly halfway full. The session is far from over. You don’t want it to end.

It’s almost humiliating. You’re being milked like a fucking cow. But you have Bhu’kei, nearly rabid with horniness, all-too-enthusiastically rutting wildly between your thighs as if he’s experiencing his rut. Hell, maybe he is. You might just be tempting enough to speed up the waiting time.

It became apparent very quickly that lactation did not sway any of the hunting brothers from gladly warming your bed. They fought over who got to help you pump, and the winner, often bloody and bruised, would be bolstered enough to claim you in the middle of camp.

You whine and moan, and Bhu’kei finally relents and on the next thrust the tip of his cock catches on your weeping slit then sinks home. You wail with pleasure, eyes rolling back as Bhu’kei stretches you in one fell swoop. You grip his wrists, feeling the tendons beneath your hands work. Milk is drawn from you. Your face is flush with heat, your hair sticks to the nape of your neck and temples, sweat gathers beneath your belly and the junctions where you are propped on a pile of furs.

“Bhu’kei!~” You bay his name like a wounded dog, high pitched and airy, and he starts to thrust with fervor. He snarls and growls, gripping your tits firm, but remembering to perform the job. Bhu’kei won’t admit, but it’s becoming harder and harder to focus on aiding you with pumping when your tight, hot cunt is stretched around his shaft.

Mating you is always like this: Soft, raw, and wet like the humid jungle around you. Bhu’kei doesn’t even consider taking you to his yurt like he did earlier, the low growling and pointed glares of his hunting brothers around him is far too satisfying.

He catches the stare of Ap-tui and purposely gives you a sharp thrust that has you gasping just to spite him. His cousin flares his mandibles, his own dia-shui flooding around him. The same can be said of the others as well, all the Yautja males bristle and pace like ravenous wolves wanting a bite of the ripe flesh before them.

Bhu’kei understands fully. You are beneath him like prey, spread out and whining and quivering... How could anyone not find you tempting?

“Her cunt is sweet. Tight and soft and wet. My cock is blessed.” Bhu’kei teases the hunting party and a chorus of roars and growls lifts the air. You’re too far gone to comprehend it. Bhu’kei slides the blunt of tusks down the side of your cheek, trapping you beneath him. His cock works in tandem with his hands.

“Come for me.” He urges you, whickering into your ear. Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks. It’s all so much. Bhu’kei draws back, then thrusts and hits the special, spongy part inside your cunt.

You orgasm so hard you pass out.

The pumping session had to come to an end.

—

In general, your pregnancy had relatively few hiccups along the way. Most of the time you and your mates spent preparing for the upcoming birth, stocking enough food to last so that none of them had to leave your side until well after you’d given birth. It was something you wanted, just time with them and your new pup for a little while.

Thus, the days were often long and unexciting. You and your mates either fucked or slept or ate. They would take turns leaving for a couple days to replenish more food. The Yautja would sometimes fight one another for entertainment, and to keep their abilities sharp.

In the waning months of pregnancy, however, something eventful did occur.

You were nearly nine and a half months along when your party received a visitor. A Yautja ship appeared out of the blue, snapping your mates into action. They suited up in full armor, on edge.

Apparently, it’s bad form to intrude on occupied hunting territories without an invitation (which your party never gave) or asking first (which they never did). So when the ship landed, your already peeved Yautja were downright hostile towards whoever was bold enough to invade their space.

Ap-tui was particularly pissed, being the hunt leader and all. You had never seen him that bristly before.

But then the most curious turn of events happened.

The ship's docking bay opened to reveal a very tall, very tough looking, very female Yautja.

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yautja translations

Chiva →  the trial of which a Youngblood Yautja is Blooded should they succeed in killing a kiande amedha (Xenomorph) c’ntlip → a Yautja alcoholic beverage dia-shui → musk, specifically that of a male lou-dte kale → child maker (derogatory) ooman / oomani-di → human / human female Paya → Yautja creation goddess sain’ja → warrior yin’tekai → honor

#the predator #predator #aliens vs predator #avp #yautja #predator x you #yautja fanfic #yautja x reader #yautja x you #predator x reader #yautja x human #yautja oc #predator oc #predator x human

[flutterflora]

so.....i have a very deep and tragic history with dragon city.....in 2015 (at about age 12/13) when dan and phil did their first dragon city sponsored video i ended up being influenced so i downloaded it and i got extremely EXTREMELY invested. every morning before school i would wake up and do all the daily tasks first thing. i battled everyday, i bred the dragons every day and i spent so much of my time watching ads every day just to have enough in game currency to look after my dragons. i was obviously only a kid back then so i couldn't spend any money on that micro-transaction hellscape but i had still gotten some good and rare-ish dragons just from the sheer amount that i played. i was so invested i even had a whole separate app on my phone that showed me all the dragon city breeding guides and how common they were. my whole life revolved around this silly little game for probably like a good 9-10 months, it was a DEEP hyperfixation. i played EVERY DAY for HOURS. then one day i realised that i could get extra food for my dragons if i sign in with a facebook account and bc i didn't have my own one i asked my mum if i could use hers, she said yes so i connected it and.....a pop up came up asking me if i wanna restart my game using the facebook account. i didn't read it and just clicked "YES" fast. because i hadn't been signed in with anything else i lost EVERYTHING, close to almost a full years worth of work and dedication, completely gone......i cried. hard. i'm fairly certain i had a full blown meltdown over it in fact. i still remember being in complete disbelief, staring at my once full and densely populated world, now being almost completely empty with nothing more than one single baby fire dragon and a lvl 1 flame habitat sitting in front of me. once i had calmed down i just decided to uninstall the app and try to forget about it. but i never did. 9 years later and i still think about it. my OP as hell viking dragon i miss you so dearly every day and i hope you're doing okay in the digital void.

#dan and phil #dnpg #dapg #dnpgames #dragon city #i tried re-downloading it like a year ago just to see what was going on #and it's just been overcrowed with features now #just way too much going on

[kmgkmg]

BACK TO US - 12. BACK TO US

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The ringing of Joshua’s phone interrupts your conversation. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, equally surprised by it. “Soonyoung?”

You stand side-by-side as he puts his phone on speaker. 

“Hansol almost hit another car on the way back!” Soonyoung screeches from the opposite end of the call, clearly hysterical. 

“Are you okay?!” You worry, completely forgetting Soonyoung called Joshua, not you. 

“Y/N?” Soonyoung’s confusion only lasted for a second, “Oh, you guys were doing inventory. I mean asking if I’m okay is a loaded question in itself. Like, am I okay emotionally? Mentally? After Hansol scarred me for life, I mean will I ever truly be okay again?”

Hansol’s voice interjects, “We’re all good! I only had trouble seeing because of the heavy rain, set to be back in three minutes.”

Joshua shakes his head in disbelief at Soonyoung’s exaggerations. “Glad to know both of you are safe. What about having an after hours camp counselors only bonfire?”

Your ears perk up at Joshua’s suggestion to the group. “We should, Shua! My campers kept stealing my marshmallows each time I would roast them the perfect golden brown color. I still haven’t eaten a s’more yet.”

He turns his head and quickly smiles at you before talking into the phone again. “Well, are y’all in?”

“Shua?” Suspicion laced Soonyoung’s voice as he imitated you. 

You freeze. The nickname you gave Joshua when you were five, the nickname he never let anyone else call him. If Soonyoung didn’t suspect things already, you definitely just gave yourself away. 

Joshua catches on to your startled facial expression and hurriedly ends the conversation, not being any smoother in hiding his emotions towards you. 

Silence falls on the two of you soon after the phone call ends. Joshua shuffles his feet in the dust dirt ground of the shed while you crack your knuckles out of habit. 

“So then, where does this leave us?” Your words fill the silence.

He stops kicking his feet. “Can we get back to us? Obviously not the exact same, but considering we both loved each other…what if we gave it a shot? Like the old days, but now we would be going on dates and that whole deal? A committed relationship.”

Your ears turn hot at his unexpected words. “I would like that, we definitely have some catching up to do. I’m not the same Y/N L/N, you know?”

“Well, I would hope you’ve changed since high school…” He trails off, teasing you.

“Shush, idiot.”

“Idiot?” He puts a hand on his chest and fakes being hurt. 

You roll your eyes before realizing. “We still have a month left, though.”

“A month?”

“Of camp? How are we supposed to hide it from the campers?” 

“They’ve been creating shipping rumors since the second that they saw us at orientation. Why not just lean into the rumors and make their brains malfunction?” He has a mischievous smile adorn on his face. 

You imagine your campers’ reactions to you and Joshua acting all lovey dovey and mirror Joshua’s smile, “That doesn’t sound like that bad of an idea…”

“Right? I mean my cabin’s already in their feels since I let you win tug of war, I don’t see why we can’t have more fun with them.”

“It wasn’t Soonyoung that let me win?”

He covers his mouth so dramatically it's comical, “Shit.” 

“Well a win is a win, so I can’t complain. But now that we’re dating, you can’t go easy on me for Capture the Flag in August. Deal?”

“Deal.” He grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. “Ready to head back? The rain stopped a while ago.”

You nod, squeezing his hand and heading back together to make s’mores over the fire. Although your hate for thunderstorms would never go away, tonight that hatred diminished ever so slightly. Now, you had your best friend back to help soothe you during them. Your Shua.

a/n: this is the latest i've ever posted a part 😭 i knew a few sentences and such that i wanted to include but that was it... and then i thought i was going to make this entire part a smau one but changed gears last minute... i think it ended up being pretty cute though! and the epilogue will be posted at midnight on monday! v v v excited for that one since it just like flowed out of me and before i knew it, 9 photos were ready for the post <3

taglist: @kthpurplesyou, @kokoiinuts, @fairywriter-oracle, @cookiehaos, @miruac, @fairybinie, @strawberri-uyu, @minghaossv, @wonwoos-wineparty, @minhui896, @tytrackfebreze

#kcampcouture #kpopccc #k-vanity #caratwritersclub #joshua hong #svt #seventeen #seventeen fake texts #svt fake texts #seventeen smau #svt smau #svt x reader #seventeen fluff #hong jisoo #joshua x reader #joshua fanfic #joshua fluff #kmgkmgoriginal

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 12)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Guess who feels like death again?? That's right, it’s this sickly bitch right here. Kill me lmao I’ve only just started to feel like I was getting over whatever I had last time and now I’ve got flu symptoms again and I’m just so done looool

I’m really enjoying seeing the speculation in the replies on where people think this is going and it’s so hard to not day if you’re right or not lmaooo 

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You paced restlessly in front of the fountain in the garden, anxiety swallowing you whole and you couldn't keep still. Leanna was currently in labor and all you had to do was wait, but it felt like one of the hardest things you’d ever been through. She was a month early, making it a little further than her first pregnancy but you still worried, even with all of the medical staff and help she’d be getting. You ran a hand through your hair, tugging it in frustration as a growl left your lips. If there was one thing you hated more than anything, it was waiting. Especially when it could be for bad news. 

“You okay?” you jumped at the voice, whipping around to see Billy watching you with a worried frown on his face. 

“Leanna’s in labor so I’m just… freaking out until I get the news apparently,” you muttered, shaking your head as he approached you.

“She’s in good hands,” he reminded you and you nibbled your lip with a nod.

“I know, but after last time I can’t help but worry. Life loves to keep throwing shit at me lately so I’m just waiting for what else is going to go wrong,” you smirked self deprecatingly as you took up your pacing once more. You were stilled as he put his hands on your shoulders, leveling a look at you as his obsidian eyes danced around your face in concern. You could feel your whole body trembling with the anxiety you felt and after looking at you for a moment, he pulled you closer before wrapping his arms around you. You sunk into him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you tried to let it comfort you. He was warm and cozy and his scent was soothing. One of his hands came up to cradle the back of your head and you closed your eyes as you tried to just relax.

“Leanna’s gonna be fine, the baby is gonna be fine. You don’t need to worry, alright? We had a baby born here once that was four months early, tiny thing was the size of my goddamn hand and she still pulled through,” he assured you and you nodded, feeling a little better. 

“I’m just worried,” you admitted quietly into his chest and his hold on you tightened.

“I know,” he murmured, stroking your hair.

“Y//N,” a voice broke your moment with him and you parted, looking over to the archway to see Kos. You expected to see the worst, that horrible devastation that had been all over his face the last time. Instead, you found a beaming smile and teary eyes and your legs wobbled a little, Billy’s hand coming to steady you.

“They’re okay,” Kos grinned and you let out a watery laugh, tears freeing themselves down your cheeks as you ran to him and engulfed him in a hug. 

“They’re really okay?” you asked in disbelief, your voice sounding small as you cried into his neck.

“They’re really okay. We can go and see them,” he informed and you felt excitement welling inside of you. The pack’s first little pup, you really couldn't wait. You moved away and wiped your eyes with a smile before turning back to Billy. He was smiling fondly at you and it made your chest feel warm. 

“Thank you,” you said sincerely and he nodded.

“Don’t gotta thank me, you go see the baby. Congratulations,” he grinned as he came over. He clapped Kos on the back and Kos smiled with a nod and then he turned to you with a warm smile before he left the gardens.

“Come on,” Kos smiled eagerly and you didn't waste another moment as you both set off to the medical facility. 

You were in there for hours, spending time with Leanna as you told her what an amazing job she’d done and staring at little Orion in his incubator. He was so small and all you wanted to do was scoop him up and cuddle him forever. He was the first of the new generation of your pack and you wondered if there would ever be more. Maybe Atti and his mate and the thought soured your mood instantly. He’d missed the birth of the pack’s first baby and to say you were mad would be an understatement. After feeling like you and Kos had bugged Leanna enough, that and also the other members of your pack wanted to come and see her and she couldn't have too many people in the room at once, you and Kos left the medical facility and you were a mix of elated and annoyed. It was a confusing combination.

“I can’t believe Atti missed this,” you huffed with a scowl. When you saw him next, you had half a mind to beat the shit out of him for this. 

“I know,” Kos sighed and you folded your arms across your chest as you both walked through the castle grounds.

“I get he has a mate now but he’s just abandoned us all, even with everything else going on. He’s the pack Gamma, he should have been here, he should be here to fight with us all, but instead he’s out doing god knows what with his mate,” you growled.

“I know, the pack keeps asking where he is and I have no idea what to tell them. I think they all feel a little let down by him to be honest. I’ll go out and find him for you if you want. The mindlink won’t work too far but I can go out, just keep reaching out until I’m close enough for it to work,” he suggested and you felt your heart expand at how much he cared for you, for your pack. He was like the older brother you never had, the one you never knew you needed until he came into your life. You knew that while Atti’s behavior had annoyed him too and the rest of the pack, he was only offering because it was bothering you so much.

“You’d really do that?” you asked, giving him a grateful smile and he slung his arm over your shoulder, yanking you closer and you laughed.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that,” he answered with a grin and you beamed at him, stopping to give him a big bear hug.

“I love you,” you murmured as you squeezed him tightly.

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, kissing the top of your head before he moved away.

“I’ll set off now. You take point when I’m gone, Beta,” he smirked and you gave him a mock salute. 

“Yes, sir,” you snorted and he flicked you on the nose, making you yelp as your hand came up to it. He started laughing as he walked away and you shook your head at him. You hoped he’d be back by tonight, that you wouldn’t wind up sleeping alone as the last time had been hell. You were grateful for him going out to look though. Atti needed to be brought back and given some tough love on how his behavior was affecting everyone. It wasn’t right of him to abandon the pack like this. 

You occupied your time training once again, trying to let off some steam and helping some of the other recruits who asked for it. The warriors that had been here before you had thankfully gotten over the fact that the infamous Dancer of Death was in their presence, they’d started just treating you normally and you were grateful. But now with new wolves coming in almost everyday, you’d had to deal with the fear and awe you received when people found out who you were. It was a little tiring. After training, you set off to find Azalea. You enjoyed spending time with her and you tried to make more of an effort to seek her out knowing how busy she was. You found her in the laundry room as she sorted through what looked like a never ending sea of clothes.

“Need some help?” you asked her wryly as you stood in the doorway. She looked over to you in shock before a bright smile graced her face.

“You don’t need to do that, I’m sure you have better things to be doing,” she smiled politely and you snorted as you walked in the room properly. 

“I want to be here. We can hang out and I can help you get this done faster,” you raised a brow at her, hoping to tempt her and she snorted.

“Okay,” she relented and you shot her a toothy grin. You’d learned in your time here that she was a hard worker, probably why the King favored her so much. At first, you'd thought that it had been Billy to push her to work so hard, feeling sorry for her. But now you knew she was just a workaholic and Billy was constantly telling her to go and rest or take some time away from her jobs. She just chose not to listen. She was also a stickler for the rules and you’d had to gently and gradually get her used to stepping out of her comfort zone. That included things like having a Beta help her with chores. You spent a while with her folding and sorting clothes as you talked about anything and everything.

“I keep wondering if my mate will be one of the new warriors that keep turning up,” she mused as she folded a tunic and set it in the large pile.

“Maybe he will be, you’ll have to keep your eyes peeled,” you grinned wryly at her and she smiled.

“You never know, maybe yours will be here too,” she shrugged, a sly grin on her face and you snorted at her.

“Yeah… I doubt it, but maybe,” you murmured, smiling triumphantly once your pile was all folded nice and neat. Nowhere near as neat as Azalea’s, but still neat enough.

“I still can’t believe Leanna finally had her baby,” you sighed wistfully, leaning on the cupboard as you watched her fold the last of her clothes.

“He’s adorable, I saw him when I went to visit Jason before. Jason and Orion can be incubator buddies, maybe they’ll grow up to be best friends,” she grinned and you smiled at the thought. You were over the moon that the baby was okay, that things finally seemed to be looking up. Maybe you were finally catching a break and you could stop being so cynical. Even with all the bullshit that had happened since you arrived at the castle, little Orion being born fine and receiving the best care he could made it all worth it. Not long after, Azalea kicked you out. You’d offered to help her deliver all of the freshly washed clothes but she’d drawn the line at that so you’d left. It was almost time for dinner anyway. 

When it came to dinner time, Kos still wasn’t back and you were starting to get anxious that he might not return before bed time. Maybe you’d just stay up really late until he got back. When you walked into the mess hall, you spied Billy, Frank, Curtis, Micro and Karen at the diner table. You’d asked Micro once why you rarely saw his mate and you found out that she and the kids technically didn't live here. They lived with her original pack and would go back and forward. You’d met her a few times and you liked her, even if the set up confused you a little. You weren't sure why but you’d heard snippets about safety and the last war and everything else confused you. You grabbed your food before making your way over to the table and when Billy saw you coming over, he gave you a blinding smile. You sat next to him, your usual seat now it seemed as everyone greeted you. It was nice to have friends outside of Kos and Atti. It meant you weren’t eating alone. 

“Where’s Kos?” Frank asked curiously between shoveling bites of food in his mouth. Karen gave him a dirty look and your lips quirked up a little.

“He’s out finding Atti. I’m worried about him, we haven't heard anything in a while and it’s unlike him,” you explained with a frown.

“Finding your mate can be rough though. It’s intense. You just want to do whatever you can to make them happy and be with them,” Micro mused as he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“I mean, that's true but there’s still loyalty there to the pack. I don’t really agree with Atticus just leavin’ the way he did,” Frank muttered. You were kind of surprised he was so openly confessing to his disdain for your best friend's actions but you were grateful it wasn't just you being overdramatic. 

“Frank,” Karen chided softly, eyes wide as they flit from you to him.

“It’s fine, he’s not wrong,” you snorted.

“Anyway, I don’t like Aurora so maybe I’m biased,” Frank smirked, raising a wry brow at you. 

“What? Why?” Billy asked, confused, looking as surprised as you were at Frank’s admission. You really hadn't expected that but once again, you were glad it wasn't just you being a bitch. Frank took a sip of his drink before rubbing his thumb against his bottom lip.

“I just… don’t like her. She’s always so cold and somethin’ about her just rubs me the wrong way. Just a gut feelin’, you know?” Frank asked as he looked at Billy. It made you worry a little more if you were honest. You didn’t like Atti being fated to someone like that and maybe that was why he was changing so much. 

“Kos will find him,” Billy said firmly after giving Frank a pointed look. You blinked up at him and he gave you a reassuring smile.

“If you want, I can order Atticus and Aurora to stay,” he grinned jokingly and honestly, you thought about it for a moment. It almost felt like the only way to get the boy to stick around.

“No, it's fine,” you shot him a smile and he nodded. You knew it wouldn't go down well if he was forced to stay like that, it would only create more distance between you that you’d gone telling on him to the King.

“Alright. I’ll still speak to him though if I see him. Give him a lecture about responsibility or some shit,” he smirked and you snorted at him. Maybe Atti would listen if the King himself told him he was needed here.

Later that night, you were still awake and Kos wasn’t home. You didn’t really want to go to bed, not yet. You were still clinging to the hope that he’d come back soon and you wouldn't be doomed to a night of loneliness. You wondered what might happen, if Kos would even find him or not. If he did, how would Atti react to being brought back like this? You wanted to tear him a new one but part of you knew he’d probably get defensive if you did. You’d promised him you’d try to be more understanding about the whole mate thing and you felt like you were failing. But he’d promised to be around more and divide his time equally and he wasn't here so you could hardly blame yourself. You thought back to Frank’s words, not just about not liking Aurora but about him being annoyed with Atti. He’d mentioned that while the bond was strong like Micro had suggested, that there was still loyalty there. So you really couldn't fathom how he could so willingly abandon you all in the middle of a war like this. You heaved a large sigh, leaning your chin on your hand, your arm propped up by your leg as you looked at the still ‘ruined by magic’ moon. You hated it. You heard the gates open and your head looked over so fast, you were surprised you didn’t snap your neck. You felt relief flooding your system as Kos came through them but Atti wasn’t by his side which made you deflate. But then you just felt confused as you noticed a girl with him and it most certainly wasn’t Aurora. He saw you, saying something to the girl who smiled and they both made their way over and you stood up. You were about to ask him about any news of Atti but he spoke first, throwing your brain for a loop.

“Y/N… this is my mate Irene,” he had a careful tone to his voice, like he was talking to a spooked animal as your eyes widened, going to Kos’ bright smile to the girl standing next to him. She gave you a shy smile and your brain felt like it had stopped functioning completely. 

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you already,” she smiled brightly as she held her hand out. You blinked at it for a moment before you took it, shaking it weakly as your mind still reeled from what you’d just been told. Kos looked so happy and it was weird to see him this way and as you glanced from his lovesick smile to his mate, you found yourself feeling happy for him. She seemed nice, much nicer than Atti’s mate.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you reply, still sounding in shock as you tried to give her a smile. You tried to tell yourself that this would be different to Atti. Case in point was the fact that Kos had come back and his mate had been introduced right away. 

“I wouldn't have found her if it wasn't for you. I went out there to find Atti for you and now… Thank you,” Kos said sincerely and you had little time to process his words before he scooped you a giant hug. You hugged him back, feeling more than overwhelmed. 

“Who’s this?” you broke away from Kos to see Billy and Frank. You presumed they’d just finished patrolling since you knew that's where they’d gone after dinner. Frank's voice wasn't unkind, just curious. 

“This is my mate Irene,” Kos grinned and both of the men looked surprised. You didn't miss how Billy’s eyes cut to you quickly and you wondered if he was worried how you were taking the news. 

“Congrats, man,” Frank smiled, giving him a manly hug with a pat to the back and Billy did the same. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Irene,” Billy smiled at her and she looked starstruck for a moment but you knew that feeling well. It was a weird experience to meet the King for the first time, especially when you found out he behaved just like a normal person.

“I was wondering, Your Majesty… would she be able to stay here with me? Obviously she’s my mate and with the war-” Kos started carefully but Billy cut him off.

“Of course she can, it won’t be a problem,” he nodded, looking at Irene then with a calm smile.

“If you come with me and Frank, we can talk about your role here and all the rules,” Billy said and she nodded. You watched the three of them leave into the castle as you and Kos stayed outside. 

“I’m happy for you,” you assured after a few worried glances your way. He relaxed a little then, smiling.

“I’m glad. I really can’t believe I found her,” he chuckled. He seemed so different to how you knew him to be, like a lifetime of trauma had been lifted off his shoulders. 

“There’s something I need to talk to you about… I… You’re going to have to pick your own room,” he said warily, a guilty look to his face. You were stunned at first and then it hit you. Of course he’d be sharing a room with his mate, you were stupid to not even put that together. You could hardly share a bed with the pair of them, that would be absurd and it was inappropriate for you and Kos to share a bed and expect his mate to have her own room. You felt that pain rip right through your heart again and you tried your hardest to push it way down deep so he didn't notice it. Despite it all, you were happy for him and he deserved to be happy. It wasn't his fault you were broken and scared to be alone. This was something you had to deal with. 

“That’s fine. I’ll pick one now and move my stuff so it’s not in your way,” you nodded, giving him a forced smile. You couldn't stick around for him to pick up on it, couldn't ruin his happy moment like this. You hurried off to the pack house, running up the stairs. You held yourself together as you took anything of yours from the room you’d been in and picked one of the spare rooms, dumping everything on the floor. Then the tears came. You felt a deep agonizing loss burning in your chest as you slid to the floor, sobs wracking your chest as you struggled to breathe. First Atti and now Kos. While you knew it was a little different with Kos, knew he would make an effort to at least be present, you’d still lost him. He had his mate now and he wouldn't be with you as much, wouldn't keep you safe at night. Too much was changing and you were struggling to cope with it. 

“Y/N,” a soft voice hit your ears then and you looked up, mortified to see Azalea standing at your door. You didn't know if you'd left the door open or if she’d let herself in, but either way, you wiped your eyes quickly as your cheeks burned in shame. She looked at you sympathetically as you sniffled and tried to pull yourself together.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly and you gave her a jerky nod, unable to speak and not wanting to talk about it.

“The King wants you,” she murmured and you gave her a confused look, getting to your feet. You had no idea what he wanted to speak to you about. You hoped it wasn't war related, you were dealing with too much already. You followed Azalea out of the pack house and into the castle. You were silent and she didn't make conversation, sensing you weren't in the mood. She did keep looking at you though with a concerned look on her face. You weren't crying anymore but you were sure your eyes were damp and red. 

“This is the King’s room,” she supplied outside of a door. You were shocked, never having been in there before. You’d thought it would be in his office or something. You were worried something urgent may have come up. She left you then with a sad smile and you blinked at the door for a moment. You knocked with a shaky hand and it didn't take long for the door to swing open. He didn't have his jacket on, the tie on the neck of his tunic loosened a little and his hair a little bit all over. He looked at you and you couldn't read his expression as he moved to the side and let you step in the room. He closed the door behind him before walking over to where you stood in the middle of the room. It didn't look much different to the room you’d been in when you were here. The only difference being the decor was white and gold and the room was pristine. 

“Why am I here?” you asked with a raw voice after he didn't say anything. 

“Are you okay?” he asked pointedly, his dark concerned eyes burning holes into you. You really hadn't expected that question, hadn't expected to be called here just for him to see how you were doing. You’d vented to him many times at this point and you figured it couldn't hurt to do it again, yet instead, your treacherous body decided it was a great time to burst into tears again. You were horrified and extremely embarrassed to break down in front of him like this. You covered your mouth as if to stifle the pitiful noises leaving your lips but it did little to help. You once again found yourself enveloped in his arms as he held you, stroking your hair. You felt like you couldn't breathe, lungs burning with each painful sob and you wobbled where you stood, unsteady on your feet. You felt him guide you to his bed, sitting you down as he still held you and sat beside you. It felt like forever until you got control over your sobs and you sat up properly, wiping your eyes at shame nipped at your heels. He was watching you carefully and he put his hand on your back, rubbing it gently and you tried to find comfort in it. 

“I knew you’d be upset about this, it's another big change,” he murmured and you nodded with a sniffle. It touched you though that he cared enough to ask you here, knowing how hurt you’d be. 

“I just…” you trailed off as your voice wobbled and you took a deep inhale to steady yourself. You really didn't want to have another bout of tears in front of him.

“I feel like everyone I care about is being taken away from me. Who am I going to lose next? You?” you lamented bitterly, feeling like a ball of fire was settling in your chest. 

“Never,” he insisted, so vehemently that it made you look at him. His eyes were wide and imploring as he watched you unblinking.

“Nothin’ would ever take me away from you,” you were shocked by the conviction in his tone and you found the ball of fire cooling to a comfortable warmth instead. You didn’t fully believe it, even if you did appreciate the sentiment. But you knew if his mate turned up too, he’d also leave. You knew how much he longed for her, you wouldn't blame him even if it would hurt. 

“I’ve had to… I’ve had to move into my own room and I hate sleeping alone. I just hate all these changes happening. The war is bad enough but now too much is going on all at once,” you frowned despondently.

“You’re strong, Y/N, you can pull through this. It won’t be the same as Atticus, Kos wants to stay here. You’ll be able to bond with his mate and be a real family,” he insisted. You nodded, taking a deep breath. 

“I know,” you murmured and he rubbed your back again. You wanted that, you wanted to be a part of it. Despite the feelings you were having, you were happy for Kos and the idea of being able to bond with his mate and still having him around was the only thing you were clinging on to.

“I should get back,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes as you stood. You felt tired now, completely drained after your emotions running rampant. He stood too, walking you to the door.

“Will you be alright?” he asked carefully, eyes scanning your face. You gave him a tired smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay… Thank you,” you gave him a meaningful look and he smiled with a nod. 

“Anytime. Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmured.

“Goodnight,” you smiled before you left the room.

The night had been terrible and restless. You’d barely slept a wink on your own and by morning, you were just as exhausted as the night before. You got dressed and ready for the day, wondering just what shit it would throw at you this time as you trudged down the stairs. You were startled to see Irene sitting on the sofa. She brightened when she saw you, giving you a warm smile that put you at ease. It wasn't her fault you had issues and she seemed like a really nice person. 

“Good morning,” she smiled. You decided this was a good time to try and connect with her so you gave her a smile and sat next to her, leaving some space so she didn't feel crowded. 

“Where’s Kos?” you asked curiously. You were surprised he wasn't glued to her side. A fond smile passed her face that made your chest ache, wondering what it must be like to feel that kind of love.

“He’s with the King,” she explained and you nodded. You weren't quite sure how to strike up a conversation with her, you’d never been great with new people and a silence settled over you both. 

“Kos told me all about you,” she started and as you looked at her, she was looking at you with a soft look on her face, almost sympathetic.

“He told me how close you are… you, him and Atticus. I just want you to know that… I’m not taking him away. I want to be part of this family, that includes you. I’ve heard so much about you even before Kos and honestly, I’ve admired you for a long time. You're so brave and strong, more than I’ll ever be. If you’d let me… I’d like to be part of the family,” she murmured carefully, looking slightly apprehensive about what your answer might be. You wondered if Kos had explained about Atti and how he ran off after finding his mate given her words but they touched you. The fact she would let you know her intentions and that she wanted to be part of the family meant a lot to you. She wasn’t stealing Kos away from you, she was just joining him.

“I’d really like that,” you admitted and her body sagged in relief, a bright smile tugging on her lips. 

“Really?” she asked and you grinned.

“Really. Welcome to the family, Irene,” you smiled and her face lit up. You really wanted to be able to bond with her more, get to really know her. You liked her already and you were so glad Kos’ mate turned out to be such a nice person. He needed someone like her in his life.

“Have you seen the Royal Gardens yet?” you asked her and she shook her head with a curious look.

“No,” she answered and you grinned as you stood up.

“Come on,” you instructed and she beamed, getting to her feet and following you out. 

You walked together to the gardens and her eyes widened as you made your way through the archway.

“Oh… wow. This is beautiful,” she murmured in awe, her head turning as she took everything in much like you had when you’d first seen them.

“I know, it’s amazing. It's one of my favorite places. The King planted everything himself,” you smiled proudly, as if you’d been the one to do it. She looked at you then with a smile.

“You’re close with the King,” she observed and you chuckled, nodding as you tried to ignore the way heat crept into your cheeks.

“I am… He’s a close friend,” you smiled and she nodded.

“He’s nice, not as scary as I thought he’d be,” she mused with a rueful smile and you snorted.

“I think he gets that a lot,” you grinned and it made her laugh. 

“Did you find out what your role here would be?” you asked as you both sat on the bench. 

“Not yet, we’re still figuring it out. I’m more of a healer than a fighter, so I’d be useless as a warrior,” she smiled wryly. 

“Maybe you could work in the hospital,” you shrugged.

“That was one of the King’s suggestions. I think I’d like doing something like that, helping people,” she admitted with a smile.

“I can put in a good word for you if you want?” you smirked and her face lit up.

“I’d appreciate it,” she smiled. You both spent some more time in the gardens as you got to know each other better and you found you really liked her and it eased most of your worries about Kos. You’d still have to get used to sleeping alone but that would be the only thing you needed to worry about with this and it made you feel better. After a while, you both headed back to the pack house and Kos was sitting on the steps. When he looked up and saw you both approaching, he looked relieved and a smile graced his face at seeing you two bonding. You realized he’d been really worried about how you’d react and it made you feel bad, even if it was understandable. He stood up and kissed his mate briefly and she gave you a smile.

“Thank you,” she grinned and you gave her a nod.

“You don’t need to thank me, we’re family now,” you replied and her smile widened before she slipped inside. 

“I’m happy you two are getting on,” Kos admitted.

“I really like her,” you confessed and he smiled. It faded though and you frowned, watching as he sat down again.

“I need to talk to you,” he muttered and you looked at him warily before sitting beside him on the steps.

“What is it?” you asked carefully. He wiped a hand over his face before he leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs. 

“When I went out, I connected with Atti,” he explained. You were surprised since he hadn't said anything and as if reading your thoughts, he spoke again.

“I didn’t tell you last night because of Irene, there was already so much going on. I didn’t see him but I managed to mindlink him. I told him he’s needed back here and he agreed to come back in the next few days,” he murmured. You felt relieved at the news but also annoyed. You knew you’d give him an earful when he got back and maybe that’s why Kos seemed so stressed about it. You were sick of moping and crying about it all, sick of feeling hurt. You two were best friends and he had no right in doing this to you, no right in abandoning your pack like he had, mate or not. The pack needed him and he missed the birth of the pack’s first ever baby. He’d left your pack without a Gamma and you weren't having it anymore. He needed to step up and deal with it. The mate bond was no excuse, not when Kos was here with his mate and you’d already bonded with her. He was going to get a piece of your mind when he got here. 

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hi, this might be a bummer to request, but could you do katniss or peeta condoling the reader after her father’s death?

—cw: unedited, severe descriptions of grief, sadness, mentions of abandonment of a parent, hugging/crying —a/n: okay i'm going to do peeta!!!! i hope you enjoy it babe<3 this felt a little platonic but you can read it as either, just imagine them kissing after!!!!

IT SEEMED LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD HAD COME CRASHING DOWN. Y/N felt numb. When she had heard the news, she felt many different emotions; denial, anger, disbelief. She couldn't control the screams and sobs echoing from her mouth, the tears rolling down her face onto her shirt, her heart aching to hear her father's voice just one last time.

After about a few days of her finding out, all the pain faded into numbness. All the crying had eventually stopped; she felt as if her eyes couldn’t produce more. Y/N couldn't function like she did before, she couldn't even fake a smile or laugh even if she tried. All her happiness faded away into numbness and it felt like any emotion was impossible to feel.

Even if she did feel anything, it felt muted. Like something was covering the feelings with a piece of fabric and she could barely feel a thing; like drowning, or suffocation. Soon she desired to even feel a bit of anything, even the pain she had experienced.

Peeta felt and saw the difference in Y/N. He wasn't as close with her as he used to be, but she wasn't the same after her father died — that girl died with her father. She had shut everyone out the moment he died. Peeta had a sense of what she was feeling; it sure wasn't grief of death but it was a grief of something more, something arguably worse than death; losing a parent mentally rather than physically. Abandonment.

Y/N sat on the outskirts of District 12, looking out to the beautiful sunset, trying to enjoy it. But unbeknownst to her, a certain blonde had followed her. He didn't exactly mean to, he was just curious where the girl goes after lunch every day.

She goes there to feel the breeze on her face, trying to feel the calm air around this area. It was also her father's favorite place. She heard a twig snap and she whipped her head around. She let out a sigh silently relaxing at the sight of Peeta.

"Hey," he started. Y/N didn't feel like talking, but she didn't want to just shoo him away; maybe it was his spot as well. There aren't many places to get away in District 12.

"Hi."

Peeta started walking towards her, sitting by her. Not to close though, a fair amount away. He didn’t want to overwhelm her: they hadn’t had a full conversation in a while. There was silence for about sixty seconds before Peeta spoke up again. "How is your family doing?"

Y/N felt her heart break a little bit of the thought of her family's situation. It'd only been a few months since her father died but everything was going to absolute shit.

Her mother started picking up more shifts at work and her little brothers started working at the coal mine; it was what they needed to do to keep themselves out of complete poverty. She had became the mother — she made the food, cleaned the house and went hunting because her mother was busy. "Fine."

"I heard your mother's started working at the bakery since she's a great baker, apparently." Peeta tries to make conversation but she didn't really want to talk as of right now. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts.

"Yeah, she is."

Peeta sighs, looking down at the dirt. "Y/N, I-I want you to know that I'm here for you. I know we aren't close as we used to be, but I still am here no matter what. When I said we could always talk, I meant it."

She stayed quiet, averting her eyes to look at Peeta, then back at the sky. "I know," she replies quietly.

"Then talk to me, let it out. Please, Y/N. I want my best friend back. How are you feeling? " The last part hurt her heart a tiny bit. She looked down and sniffled. "I want to help you, so please let me."

"I don't know. Fine."

Peeta scoffed and he put his hand on her shoulder, making her look up at his eyes. "You're not. I know you. I'll ask you again, how are you feeling; answer honestly."

He didn't want to pressure her into speaking but he knew she wanted to. She had no one else to talk to, she was the oldest sister; she had to be strong for her family and for friends, she had none at this point.

"Peeta, I can't. I don't know how I feel. I don't feel anything, after he died I haven't felt anything." She finally speaking out, sighing exasperatedly. "It's like every part of me died with him and now I'm a shell of a person."

Peeta felt heartbroken. He shook his dead, "you're not a shell, Y/N. I know the old you is somewhere, Y/N/N." The nickname slipped out of his mouth so effortlessly; so natural and Y/N's heart warmed a little. "We just have to work on it, we can get you back. And feelings are what make us human, so they also come back. It's just grief."

"But why am I not normal yet, it's going to be four months. My family are all fine now, but I'm not. Is there something wrong with me?" Y/N's voice broke, looking down. This was the closest emotion she's felt to sadness since his death.

"No, no. You're normal, this is fine. It's just how you're reacting to it. And they're fine because they haven't put their emotions away, Y/N. If you bottle everything up to be strong, it's going to come out some other way: an unhealthy way."

"But they need to be strong-"

"You can't be strong if you bottle everything up. Stop thinking about what everyone else needs or feels, focus on what you need." Peeta was frustrated. There was a few seconds of silence before Y/N put his head down, letting out a quiet sob. She put her head on Peeta's shoulder, and her hands on her face.

"Y-You're right." She mumbled and looked up to him, teary-eyed. Peeta felt utterly crushed. She let out a few more sobs into his shoulder.

"It's okay, shh. Let it out, let it all out." He murmured. He slowly put his arm around her shoulder, and let her cry. He wanted this, this was process.

A few hours pass and they still sat there and they both watched the bright stars. They were silent, not saying a word to just enjoy each other's company. She put her arm on his, slowly wrapping her hand into his.

She missed her best friend as well and she was glad he was finally here to help.

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I feel like 11. "this must be a mistake" 12. "Fine ill go with you", and 15. "you have lied to me" are all amazing and i would love to see a story molded around any of these (or a combo!) if you are looking for the inspiration!

This one took a little bit longer to get done. Why? Because I just kept writing and writing and writing so... this one will be a bit of a longer "short" story. I think it would've been a lot shorter when I was convinced that I only had an idea for a story using one of these prompts, but I wound up using all three and it developed pretty naturally on its own. I just loved writing these scenes with Tori and Wesley! This one and the last prompt I wrote will definitely be going in the canon short story collection on my AO3 page sometime soon. This one was really fun to write, so thank you for the prompt!

No spice in this one for anyone who might be worried about reading NSFW content. This is just a fluffy date for Wesley's birthday. I hope you enjoy!

Setting: 3 months after See Me ended 

“This must be a mistake,” Wesley said as he stared at the black, borrower-sized suit that was laid out on the bed. He stood on the comforter, staring at it in disbelief that something could even be made for someone his size. After all, where did most humans think that a borrower would be going to get dressed up like that? It even had a navy-blue necktie to go with it, which made Wesley realize that he didn’t know how to tie a tie. He’d never needed to know until now.  

After a few more seconds of silence while he gazed at the suit with wide eyes, Wesley turned around to meet Tori’s gaze as she sat on the floor behind him. She gave him a small smile as she nodded towards the suit.  

“It’s yours,” she said, making him shake his head in disbelief. “I ordered it online with your measurements and everything.” 

“I... didn’t think that anything this nice would be made for borrowers,” Wesley replied. “I mean, we’re always just told to wear whatever scraps of fabric or doll clothes that we’re given.” 

“I think if some companies are able to make more comfortable clothes at your size like what you wear everyday then there’s gotta be at least a few people out there who might make some borrower formal wear,” Tori shrugged as Wesley knelt down and brushed his hand against the smooth fabric of the suit jacket.  

“I guess, but...” Wesley looked over his shoulder to face her again while his fingers still lingered on the fabric. “What would I need this for?”  

“Well,” she sang, now looking a bit nervous. After picking at the skin on her palm a bit while her cheeks turned pink, Tori took a deep breath and slightly leaned closer to him. “I was thinking that... we could go on a date tomorrow night.”  

“What?” he shrieked, springing to his feet while his hands flew away from the suit as if he’d been burned. “A date? Outside? With other humans? And me out in the open? In a suit?”  

“Whoa, it’s okay, Wes,” Tori said softly as she held up her hands in surrender. “I have it all planned out where it would just be us. We’d have a nice dinner, maybe watch a movie afterwards, and just enjoy each other’s company. I don’t really want to give too much away, because I’d prefer it to be a surprise, but trust me. You wouldn’t be in any danger.”  

The longer she talked, the more Wesley started to frantically pace back and forth across the bed, his arms wrapped protectively around his torso.  

“This sounds crazy, Tori,” he groaned, looking at the comforter under his feet rather than see the disappointment that was surely forming on her face. “I mean, what would people think when they see a human and a borrower at some fancy restaurant together, sharing a meal? There’s no way that really any restaurant in the whole city would even have any furniture that’s my size. And, even if they did, I’m sure that anyone who saw me sitting with you would just laugh or hurl a bunch of insults at us. None of that is worth it for a night out. I know I don’t want to hear any of that, and I don’t want anyone to talk like that to you either. Maybe let’s just do something else, like-” 

When he was about to turn around for another lap across the bed, Wesley suddenly stopped when he felt Tori’s gentle fingers against his back. Even though his mind told him that she wouldn’t, his gut instincts braced him to be lifted in the air in a palm or a fist, but no such movement came. Just like always, Tori didn’t pick him up without permission. Instead, her fingers started to slowly rub up and down his back, a motion that she’d done a million times that never stopped making him relax. This time was no different as he leaned into her touch and finally allowed himself to breathe.  

“Wes,” Tori said in a soft voice. “I promise you that none of those things will happen. We’d be going out, just the two of us, and we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else. Nobody is going to be staring, laughing, or insulting us. I just thought it’d be fun to get all dressed up and have a night away together, but if you don’t want to then we don’t have to. It was just a suggestion. We can do whatever you want. After all...” she bent closer to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “It is your birthday.”  

“We don’t know that for sure,” Wesley mumbled with a disappointed look on his face. “It’s not like anyone cares to keep track of that stuff for borrowers.”  

“Well, we know the month,” Tori assured. “It’s all in your records, and you decided for yourself that you’d like it to be on the 24th. So, February 24th is now your birthday until the end of time... or until you decide otherwise, I guess.” Even though she let out a short chuckle, the troubled look didn’t leave Wesley’s face. He’d never had a birthday before. He didn’t know what it was supposed to be like, but he knew he didn’t want to spend it around a bunch of other humans.  

“Wes,” Tori repeated, finally compelling his gaze to meet hers again. When their eyes locked, she gave him a warm, reassuring smile then held out the index finger of her free hand while she kept rubbing Wesley’s back with the other. Without hesitation, he rested his hands on her finger and let out a deep sigh. “If I can promise you that this date will be just you and me with nobody else around and that we’ll even be watching your favorite movie after dinner, would you go with me?” While Wesley would’ve expected Tori’s eyes to be silently begging him to agree, she just looked genuinely curious about his answer. He knew he didn’t have to say yes, but part of him did want the “birthday” experience if that’s what Tori was trying to give him. It might feel nice to just dress up for the first time in his life and get out of the house. It might even feel... human. 

After going back and forth with his answer for a few more moments, Wesley finally let out another long sigh before giving Tori’s fingertip a squeeze of reassurance.  

“Fine,” he huffed, trying to find his confidence. “I’ll go with you.”  

“Are you sure?” Tori asked. If she felt any excitement at his answer, she didn’t show it. She was just as calm and collected as when she’d first asked him. Maybe she was worried that her reaction might sway his decision. Either way, Wesley still nodded and leaned back into the touch of her hand on his back for comfort.  

“I’m sure,” he said. “As long as we can leave if I change my mind.”  

“Of course,” Tori nodded with a bright smile. Her giddiness seemed to be leaking through now. “Just say the word and we’ll turn around and go home. No questions asked.”  

“Alright. Just one more thing though.”  

“What’s that?”  

“I... don’t know how to tie this tie.”  

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“You look very handsome, babe,” Tori said as she started to tie the navy-blue tie around Wesley’s neck. It was the next day, his birthday, and he was a ball of nerves. He had no idea what to expect out of a birthday, and even though Tori had told him some of the basic things they’d be doing, she’d kept the details a secret to make things a little bit of a surprise. He didn’t know what restaurant they were going to, if they’d be going to a movie theater or going home afterwards to watch his favorite movie, or anything else that might happen for the rest of the night.  

The main thing he was able to focus on to keep his mind from spiraling was how breathtaking Tori looked. She’d shrunk down to stand on the bed with him to help him tie his necktie, and her smaller stature gave him an even better look at her than when she was at her human size. While her fingers gently grazed his chest as she tied, Wesley couldn’t help but stare at her. Everywhere his eyes darted to, there was even more to drink in.  

She was wearing a satin, navy-blue dress that matched his necktie, with spaghetti straps that laced up in the back and a v-neckline that left her showing a lot more skin than Wesley was used to seeing. The dress hugged her every curve until it reached the high slit at her right thigh, then it continued to flow down to the floor. She wore silver high heels that still only brought the top of her head up to Wesley’s nose when she was borrower-sized rather than only reaching his chin without the heels on. Since she was a bit taller and closer to his face now, he could see light smokiness around her eyes, with winged eyeliner on her top lid and a glossy, nude shade painted across her lips. Wesley found his eyes lingering on that slight shine on her lips for much longer than anything else he’d taken in from her appearance and, soon enough, he absentmindedly found himself leaning towards her, wanting to see what the shine tasted like.  

Before he could find out, Wesley felt Tori’s finger press against his mouth while a mischievous look appeared on her face.  

“Easy, tiger,” she chuckled before she went back to smoothing down his suit and tie. “Let me admire my work first.” She took a step back, much to Wesley’s disappointment, but the proud look in her eyes made him smile as he posed with his hands holding the collar of his suit jacket.  

“How do I look?” he asked, making Tori let out another giggle.  

“Like the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life,” she sighed contently before stepping toward him to close the gap between them again. “But that’s how you look every day.”  

“Sure,” Wesley smirked. Before they could tease each other anymore, Tori tilted her chin up at him and placed a hand against the back of his neck. Immediately, their lips met, and Wesley could taste a slight sweetness from the gloss. Truth be told, he’d rather keep tasting that than go to dinner, but Tori pulled away again before he had the chance.  

“Time to go,” she sang just as she started to grow back to her human size. Once she was bigger, she stood up from the bed and offered her palm to Wesley, which he climbed onto without hesitation. “You sure you’re okay with this, Wes?” she asked as she grabbed her small, black purse from the nightstand and started to walk out of the bedroom. “Remember, we can turn around anytime.”  

“I’m good,” Wesley nodded, though he still had to try to convince himself that it was true. “I’ll let you know if I need to back out.”  

“Okay,” Tori smiled. After a short trip down the stairs, she put her phone in her purse, called goodbye to Kipper, grabbed her keys, and then headed out of the house. Even the few steps it took to get to the car were enough to make the knot in Wesley’s stomach tighten. He was about to be surrounded by humans who would judge why a borrower was having dinner with a human. He would get laughed at for sure, if not thrown out altogether for such an absurd scene. Before his mind could race too much, he tried to focus on what Tori had said yesterday. She’d promised that there’d be nobody else around. Then again, what if that meant she’d just reserved some private area in the restaurant to keep them away from judging eyes. Wesley had never been to a restaurant before. He’d only ever seen them in movies from what glimpses he’d catch from a human’s TV and what movies Tori had watched with him, but even that showed him that you usually had to walk near other humans and talk to a human just to get a seat at a table. Surely, those humans would laugh.  

No. He had to try and be positive. Tori had promised that it would just be the two of them. He was sure that she’d already have warned him about any human interactions they might have before they could be alone if there were going to be any. Maybe they were having a private dinner in the park, like he’d heard Adriana had set up for Jackie when she proposed. Maybe there was some kind of secret entrance to a restaurant that they could go through to avoid other people. He didn’t know. All of this was supposed to be a surprise, but the uncertainty was beginning to make him feel like he hated surprises.  

The drive to wherever they’d be having dinner wasn’t very long, and Wesley couldn’t tell if that was a relief or if that made him feel even worse. He hadn’t dared to look out of the windows on either side of the car as he sat on Tori’s shoulder, mostly in fear that they’d pass by humans who would watch him as they got closer to their destination. Surprisingly, he didn’t hear any humans milling about outside the car when they parked, but before he could turn to look out the window, Tori brought up her hand to brush against his leg.  

“Can you close your eyes?” she said, a smile in her voice.  

“What?” Wesley gasped. “Why?” 

“Because this is supposed to be at least a little bit of a surprise, silly.” With a nervous breath, Wesley slowly brought his hands up to his eyes and covered them. 

“Okay,” he mumbled. “I’m r-ready.” 

“It’s just you and me, Wes,” Tori said when she’d obviously heard the slight shake in his voice. “I promise. Nobody else is around.”  

“I-I believe you,” he stammered. He knew that he did, but the images of so many gigantic, menacing humans staring at him while he had his eyes covered wouldn’t leave his mind. He was worried that he might start trembling but, suddenly, he felt the familiar warmth of Tori’s thumb rub against his legs.  

“Don’t be scared,” she murmured. “I’ve got you.” Instead of replying, Wesley shifted to cover both eyes with one hand while he used the other hand to hold Tori’s thumb. Any contact he could get from her was more than welcome right now, and Tori took that as a sign to hurry up and unveil the surprise.  

As smoothly as she could, she climbed out of the car, her thumb still holding on to Wesley, and she closed the driver’s side door behind her. The sound made Wesley jump a bit, but Tori kept walking up towards the big reveal. After Wesley heard the sound of a door being opened, Tori walked inside and shut the door back up, making sure it wasn’t too loud when it closed.   

“Okay, Wes. You can open your eyes now.” With slight hesitation, Wesley did as she said and slowly dropped his hand away from his face. When he took in his surroundings, he let out a gasp and his eyes went wide. They were in the foyer of a house with modern furniture all around it, and a trail of rose petals was laid out from the front door to what looked like a dining room. All around them, fake, battery-powered candles were lit up to bathe the foyer and the dining room in a warm glow that was just bright enough to see with but just dark enough to feel intimate.  

After a few seconds of soaking in the scene in front of him, Wesley’s surprised expression morphed into one of confusion as he realized that he recognized this house.  

“Isn’t this Carter’s house?” he asked, making Tori nod.  

“He’s out of town for the rest of the week,” she explained. “So, he asked me to house-sit for him. What better way to do that than to make a date out of it while he’s gone? I just have to make sure I clean all this up before he gets back...”  

“This looks amazing, Tori,” Wesley said in awe as she started to follow the trail of rose petals to the dining room. When they reached the long, dining table, Wesley could see an even smaller table on top of it. The borrower-sized table sat near the edge of the human-sized one, along with two tiny seats and two sets of borrower-sized glasses and cutlery.  

“Wow,” he gasped again as Tori carried him in her palm from her shoulder to the dining table’s surface. “You even brought all the stuff that’s just my size.” 

“Of course, I did,” Tori chuckled. “I wouldn’t make you eat with your bare hands while sitting on the floor. I’m not a monster.” 

“I know, I just...” Wesley let out a sigh of relief as he looked up at Tori with a grateful smile. “This is way more than I could’ve ever anticipated. Thank you, Tori.” 

“You’re welcome, Wes,” she beamed back. “And happy birthday. Let me just get some stuff set up for our dinner and then I’ll be right back.”  

“Okay,” he nodded as Tori left the room. He heard some shuffling around in the kitchen while he took his seat at the table. When she finally came back, Tori didn’t even say a word before she started to shrink and climb onto the dining table to join Wesley.  

“Another nice surprise,” he beamed as he got up to hold out Tori’s chair for her. “I guess I just assumed you’d stay human sized and sit across from me that way. I like this a lot better though.” 

“I didn’t want to feel like I was looming the whole time,” Tori explained, taking her seat before Wesley pushed in her chair and returned to his own. “Plus, I want to be closer to you. Being human-sized feels too far away sometimes.”  

“I’m definitely not complaining,” Wesley laughed before reaching across the table to take Tori’s hand in his. “But I do feel the need to point out that you have lied to me.”  

“About what?” Tori gasped, genuinely shocked.  

“You’d said we’d be going out to a restaurant,” he replied with a smirk. “That’s what I was so nervous about all day. This is a lot more enjoyable.”  

“That’s not true,” she said matter-of-factly. “I just said this would be a date, we’d have dinner, watch your favorite movie, and it would be just the two of us. I never mentioned a restaurant. I think you imagined that all on your own.”  

Wesley opened his mouth to object, but then paused as he replayed their conversation from yesterday in his mind. After a few seconds, he realized that she was right. That’s all that she’d told him about the date. He must’ve just assumed this would be a restaurant setting based on what little he knew about dates from movies. It did make sense though that they’d be going somewhere else if Tori was able to promise him that nobody else would be around.  

“Well... I guess I worked myself up for nothing,” he chuckled as his cheeks turned a shade of pink with embarrassment. “Sorry about that.” 

“No need to apologize,” Tori reassured, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I probably should’ve at least said explicitly that we wouldn’t be going out in public or something. I was just worried about somehow ruining the surprise, so I didn’t want to give too much away.”  

“I was pretty surprised,” Wesley smiled, making Tori’s grin grow wider. “You know I’m going to be trying my best to surprise you on your birthday now, you know.”  

“Well, you have about three months to think about it, so hopefully that’ll give you enough time to plan something,” she giggled. “But you really don’t have to do anything for my birthday. I really like doing things for other people for their birthdays, but I don’t ever really feel like doing much for my own birthday. At most, I’ll invite Carter, Adri, and Jackie over to watch a movie or something, but I don’t ever ask for any gifts or have big parties or anything. I like to keep things pretty relaxed.”  

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he beamed back, just as Tori got a mischievous look in her eye.  

“You know, now that I think about it, I guess I did technically lie about something,” she said, making Wesley’s eyebrow raise in curiosity.  Without any elaboration, she looked over his shoulder and let out a loud whistle. The sound was followed by some scrambling sounds in the kitchen, then Wesley heard a familiar clacking of nails against the floor. The clicking got louder and closer to them until Wesley turned around and saw Kipper poke his head into the room from the kitchen with a silver food tray held level in his mouth. The dog approached them carefully before setting the tray down behind Tori’s seat on the dining table. Now that the tray was closer, Wesley could see that there were two borrower-sized plates on it with silver domes covering them, along with a tiny pitcher containing a bubbly, pale liquid.  

“When I went on a walk with Kipper earlier, I brought him over here,” Tori explained. “Luckily, you were getting ready when I came back, so you didn’t notice that he was gone. I guess, technically I lied when I said goodbye to Kip while we were leaving the house and I suppose I lied that it would be just the two of us. But he’s much more interested in getting back to his toys that I left in the living room, so he won’t be joining us for dinner the whole time.” 

“Oh, the betrayal,” Wesley gasped as he dramatically slapped a hand against his chest.  

“Sorry to wound you like this,” Tori chuckled as she got up and picked up the two plates from the tray. “Hopefully, some good food can make up for it.”  

“I’m sure it can,” he laughed while Tori set one of the plates down in front of him. “Everything you make is delicious.” He watched as she walked back over to the tray and picked up the pitcher. 

When she turned back around and approached the table again, she noticed a weary look in Wesley’s eye before she started pouring the liquid in the glass that was set in front of him. “Since neither of us drink,” she said once she’d set the full glass back down. “This is just some sparkling grape juice. Nothing alcoholic about it.” The information made Wesley let out a subtle sigh of relief while Tori filled her own glass and then put the pitcher on the table. When she sat back down, Wesley tentatively took a sip from his glass, letting the bubbly, sweet liquid coat his tongue. He let out a sound of pleasant surprise.  

“That’s really good,” he smiled, putting his glass back down. Tori gave him a nod in return, a bright grin on her face.  

“I’m glad you like it,” she said. “Now, how about we get into this dinner?” With an enthusiastic nod, Wesley mirrored her when she placed her hand on top of the dome over her plate, then lifted it to reveal the contents underneath. When Wesley lifted the plate’s cover, he was met with the warm, pleasant aroma of the familiar, saucy food in front of him. Immediately, his face lit up with delight when he looked back up at Tori.  

“Lasagna,” he cheered. “My favorite!”  

“Only favorites for your birthday,” she giggled back. “I’ve got some dessert made for us too, if you have any room for it after you finish that. If not, we can save it for tomorrow. And don’t worry, there’s plenty more lasagna if you want seconds... or any leftovers for the next few days.” 

“This is the best,” Wesley beamed before taking her hand again from across the table. “You are the best. And this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.” 

“Well, there’s not much to compare it to,” Tori shrugged with a smirk. “But I’ll still try to think of a way to outdo this next year to give you an even better birthday.” 

“There’s no way you could outdo this,” he replied before rising from his seat and walking over to close the space between them. Immediately, when he saw her smile at him, he got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her to pull her in for a tight hug with his head resting against her stomach. “I love all of this. I love this day.” He brought his head back up while keeping his arms wrapped around her, locking eyes with her with an adoring look on his face. “I love you,” he said. “So much. Thank you for everything.” 

“I love you too, Wes,” Tori smiled then placed a gentle kiss against his lips. For a few moments, she wrapped her arms around him too, and they held each other until Wesley heard her let out a sigh of contentment. “Now, let’s not let this food get too cold. Plus, we still have a movie to watch in the living room when we’re done. There’s plenty of birthday activities to get through.”  

“Just a little bit more,” Wesley said as he buried his face in the skin of her shoulder and gave her a gently squeeze. “Right now, this is all I want for my birthday.”  

#g/t #tori and wesley #see me #my ocs #size difference #giant/tiny #whatthisfemshepwrites #oc ask #writing prompt

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From @womble1

From and by @womble1 for @tracybirds

Trash Christmas

Prompts used:

John + Hidden talent

Scott and Gordon being in charge of Christmas dinner

...

“What the hell are you doing?” Gordon stared across in disbelief at Scott

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Scott asked, still stirring what he hoped would become gravy, if only he willed it hard enough.

“If I knew that, then I wouldn’t be asking, would I?! John and Virgil made this look so easy at Thanksgiving” Gordon mumbled that last bit, but the point still hit.

“Well Thanksgiving isn’t Christmas. Whole different ball game.” Scott said, gesticulating with the wooden spoon, something splattered on the floor, but he tried not to look, he was sure gravy wasn’t meant to gloop like that, maybe if he just kept mixing.

“How do you figure that? It’s practically the same! Meat, veg, far too many sides.”

“Don't let Virgil hear you say that, you know how fanatical he gets about the sides.” Scott warned, looking across to the stairs, as if Virgil could be literally summoned by the topic alone. 

“Then let him come and make them!” Gordon threw his arms up in despair.

“That’s not how it works Gordon, it’s luck of the draw, they got Thanksgiving, we get Christmas” Scott calmly reasoned.

“When has any draw ever been random when John’s involved?” 

“I don’t know what you are suggesting Gordon.” Scott clung firmly to the calm reasoning, it was all he had by this point.

“I’m saying he cooked the books, which must mean you did something awful last year to make him avoid you like this.” Gordon pointed an accusing finger firmly in Scotts direction.

“Hey! Who says I had anything to do with it?” Scott was on the defensive instantly.

Gordon just gave him a hard stare.

“I didn’t do anything!” Scott declared, with much conviction, and more than a little overacting if you asked Gordon.

“Uh huh, and you never thought it was odd that you and John always got paired?” Gordon would have made a terrifying lawyer, not an efficient one, but terrifying all the same.

“We don't always…..?...oh” Scott stopped as the cogs turned.

“See? And me, Virgil and Allie always go together. The only random bit is who gets what holiday. I can’t believe you never noticed. So, what did you do? Because it must have been impressive to incur John's wrath bad enough that he's remembered for 12 months. No scratch that, John always remembers, but it is impressive that he's annoyed enough to switch up the cooking arrangements.”

“I swear I didn’t do anything!” Scott tried again.

“Well obviously,” (the ‘Duh!’ was there in spirit, if not in name) “that's the point.” said Gordon.

“I don't follow, you were the one saying I’d done something wrong.” Scott frowned, the spitting from popping bubbles in the pan drew his attention back to the quickly congealing sauce. He swore and redoubled his stirring efforts.

“Oh god, seriously, what are you doing? Give that here.” Gordon prised the pan of gravy out of Scotts grasp with one hand and grabbed a whisk with the other, he flipped the utensil in the air and caught it with a flourish. Some energetic mixing and only minimal cursing salvaged the sauce. 

“Why do you think John picks you? It's clearly not for your cooking skills. He picks you because you DON’T usually get involved. You don't get in his way.”

Gordon saw Scott's face drop along with his shoulders. 

“Oh, hey, no I didn’t mean it like that. You're busy, we get it, and you try, that's what counts. But really, at the end of the day, John just wants to be left to get on with it without interference. You know John, if he’s not juggling six different things at a time, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Multitasking is ingrained into his DNA. All you have to do is turn up and peel a few veggies and leave him to him, and he can add whatever flourishes or garnishes he likes. But you didn’t, you did something bad enough that John would rather go toe to toe with the king of logistics in a battle of the accompaniments. Have you seen Virgil's Gantt chart? It’s broken down to the minute, to the actual minute, the man even stocktakes the roasting pans ahead of time. There is no room in there for a spontaneous little sauce or whatever John’s genius might suddenly think of. See, this is why the split was perfect, me and Al, we’re trained” Here Gordon returned the pan to the hob, and swiftly started slicing carrots into neat little batons. “Virgil tells us to jump and we jump, I am not even salting the cooking water unless its on the plan,” he said tossing a generous pinch of salt into the boiling water before scraping the prepped carrots off the chopping board and into the pan with the edge of his knife. “Anyway, I digress. If you don’t tell me then I will have to guess, and honestly the only things coming to mind wouldn’t paint you in a good light, so I would start confessing if I was you.” Gordon raised one accusing eyebrow as he moved across to a clean chopping board and his next task. It was like watching a machine, as he moved from task to task methodically. 

Scott had never stopped to think about it before. The fact that every year they dished up a culinary masterpiece, that Scott usually knew very little about until the moment it made it to the table. Sure, he cut things, and peeled things, but when he really thought back on it, that was all he did do. Sometimes he was given a pan to stir, but after the few times he had started checking emails on his phone whilst on pot watching duty, those occurrences had become less and less. 

He frowned, he had tried to make an effort, he truly had. Just last year he had tried to plan ahead and had ordered in a pre-prepared dinner from a catering company that they only needed to heat up…..

“Oh…” 

“Ah, I see the penny has dropped, care to share with the class?”

Scott rubbed a hand over his face, and regretted it since there had been onions in his recent past. 

“I might have ordered last year's meal in.” 

“Might have?”

“Did. Ok, I did. I ordered it in from that catering company, they provide everything, you just follow the instructions, minimal effort. Ugh! Everyone had been so washed out that I thought we deserved a break, I was trying to help. “ Scott groaned again.

“Yep, that’d do it. The one time he comes down and gets free reign in the kitchen and you clipped his wings with a package deal dinner. Oh Scotty, Scotty, Scotty. I’m surprised this is the only revenge he's enacting. Have you been having any issues with your electronic devices recently? Lost your favourite playlist? Lockscreens keep mysteriously resetting?” 

Gordon grinned as the realisation dawned on Scotts face that those hadn't been unfortunate accidents or isolated events.

“Ahh, yes , the John revenge special. I’m sorry to say you’re probably not even through the worst of it yet. My guess would be that he’s still got a few more tricks up his sleeves. In fact….” there was an audible clunk from the dishwasher. “Yep, unless my ears deceive me, that would be the sound of the dishwasher ‘mysteriously’ malfunctioning, it’s going to be double KP duty for us.” Gordon winked.

“Well, at least I can’t screw that up.” Scott rested his balled fists on the counter top and took a deep breath, his head hanging low.

Gordon meanwhile, didn’t stop his one man attack on all the vegetables in the vicinity, moving on to green beans. 

“How am I going to make it up to John?” Scott asked.

“Oh you can’t.” Gordon laughed, “sorry Bro, the only option is working through the penance until John gives up.”

“How long will that take?” Scott looked up, the smallest glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Gordon shrugged, then scooped up the trimmings for the compost and went to the refrigerator for the next veggie candidate for decapitation. “Who can tell, it could be months, it could be years, it looks like this one was a slow burn to begin with.”

Scott frowned, putting two and two together. “Hey Gordon, what did you do?”

“What do you mean, what did I do?”

“Just that. What did you do to get lumped in on the punishment? John's meticulous in his bookkeeping, you must have done something.” The blue eyes were set to piercing and trained on Gordon, who only stalled slightly in his chopping. 

“Oh Scott, that's slander, you know that right?” The stare continued with not the slightest waver. “Oh alright! There might have been a tiny little incident, nothing major…” one eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch, but the gaze stayed firm. “Oh fine! I might have eaten his burger. But honestly, it was unintentional, I didn’t realise it was the one Virgil had got for John, I thought it was a spare! Honest!”

Scott shook his head slowly in disappointment, he even dropped in a few tuts. 

“And when was this?” he folded his arms to add a little more solemnity to things, it also helped to tuck his onion smelling hands away. 

“Eighteen months ago.”

“Eighteen months! Johns been exacting revenge for over a year? For a cheeseburger?” 

“It was a double cheeseburger.” Gordon had the decency to look a little abashed at the admission. 

“Well, in that case, that's totally reasonable and not at all obsessive.” Scott picked up a small piece of chopped raw potato and threw it at Gordon's head. “What are we going to do then? We’re both in the dog house.”

“Well firstly I thought we could make dinner, and then see where we go from there.” Gordon shrugged, brushing at his hair with one hand to make sure there wasn’t any potato lingering. 

“But how? We’ve established I can’t cook, and you just jump on Virgil's command.”

“Hey, no fair, I told you I was trained. All of this -” he gestured to the various bowls and pans of prepped vegetables “all of this was from memory.”

Scott looked a little more optimistic, “Ok, well that's more promising, what do we sort next then?” he clapped his hands together and stood up straighter. 

Gordon, in contrast, slumped a little where he stood, “no idea. I was only ever on peeling duty. Well that and washing up. What are we gonna do?!” it wasn’t quite a wail, but it was close.  

Scott groaned, realising his chances of paying back his debt to John were getting slimmer by the second. But Scott Tracy is not a quitter, and neither is Gordon Tracy come to that. Scott strode towards his younger brother, and clasped him firmly by the shoulders and pulled in every scrap of confidence he had left lurking deep within his consciousness. “Well Gordon,  we’re just going to have to work with what we’ve got!” 

And work they did, dinner might have been several hours later than intended. It might have used every available pot and pan in the entire building. There might have been rather a lot of curse words deployed and the pantry might have looked like tornado season had hit early. But, by golly, there was a meal on that table big enough to feed the entire island nearly into the new year.

Nobody even bat an eyelid at the complete lack of turkey. It would have been a heartless individual who could have looked at Gordon and Scott in their exhausted state, smudged and sweaty from their extended time in the kitchen, and do anything so mean as to mention the fact that the meal was made up exclusively of side dishes. People went back for seconds and thirds, and still there was enough to warrant hunting out matching lids for the tupperware in order to stash the excess for the next day. 

Scott took it as a good sign that the dishwasher miraculously fixed itself halfway through the clean up operation.  

...

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #tag team secret santa #tag team secret santa 2022

[woods2006gal]

Chapter 12 - As Time Goes By

Dean glances up when the bathroom door opens and he watches as Addison walks out wrapped in a towel with another one on top her head. It had been a month since she had taken off to go help Sarah. He still had no idea why Sarah needed Addison’s help in New Orleans. They had elected to put the whole incident behind them. ”That’s why we never have clean towels," he points out.

Addison rolls her eyes. "I thought it was cause of Sam's hair."

Sam shoots her an unamused look. "Haha."

Dean smirks at his younger brother. "I agree with her. Your hair is getting longer than hers."

"I liked it better when you two weren't together," Sam tells them. "You didn't agree on everything."

"Hey, we still fight. But now we just get the make up sex afterwards."

"Or the angry sex," Addison adds.

"You know what kind we don't have," Dean begins.

Sam shakes his head. "I can't believe you guys are talking about this."

"It's not gonna happen," Addison tells her husband, before disappearing back into the bathroom.

“One day it will,” Dean replies.

Addison walks out of the bathroom and tosses her dirty clothes in Dean's duffle, ignoring the look her sends her. "We need to do laundry," she states.

Suddenly, the closet door flies open and a man falls out. The boys stare in disbelief. He was about their age with jet black hair and a pair of bright blue eyes. He wore a blue suit. "Which one of you is John Winchester," the man asks, looking between the boys. The trio stares in disbelief. "Please, time is of the essence! Which one of you is John Winchester?"

"Uh, neither," Sam says, breaking the confusion that had fallen over the three hunters.

"That's impossible. That's absolutely…" The man trails off. "What did I do wrong?"

"Who the fuck are you, mister," Dean demands, standing up and aiming his gun at the stranger. 

"Not now. I'm thinking.” Dean grabs the man and slams him against the wall. “Please. I can assure you there’s no need for violence. One of you must know John Winchester.”

Sam stands up. “I’ll tell you what,” he begins. He could see where Dean was headed. “When one of us fall out of your closet, then you can ask the questions.”

The man nods. “Yes, my apologies. Is it absolutely essential, sir, that you keep your hands on me,” he asks, directing his question at Dean. Dean releases his grip on the man and steps back. Addison places a hand on his back. “Thank you. Gentleman, ma’am, in the absence of any and all other explanations, I’m afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding. I’ll be on my way.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Addison tells him.

“There are things of grave importance. I do not have time to deal with the likes of you,” the man says.

Dean picks up a pair of handcuffs as Sam grabs the man. “You’re not going anywhere, 007, till we get some answers,” he angrily says. He tries to handcuff the stranger, but there’s a scuffle. Dean and Sam are handcuffed to the chair.

The man starts towards the door, but stops upon realizing that Addison was blocking it. “Yeah, you’re not going where,” she tells him. The man stares at her for a moment, then punches her in the face. She immediately covers her face and bends over, moving away from the door. The man slips past her and out of the room.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean mutters, struggling with the handcuffs. He always kept a paperclip in his back pocket for these kind of situations. It only takes him a couple of minutes to get out of the handcuffs. He grabs his gun and makes his way out of the room. Sam grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom and hands it to Addison before following Dean.

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine,” Addison mutters, wiping the blood from her face. She walks into the bathroom and rinses the blood off of her face. She checks her nose and is relieved to find that it’s not broken. Addison walks back into the room as Dean shoves the man into a chair. 

“Broken,” Dean questions, pulling out a silver knife.

“No, thankfully,” Addison tells him. Dean grabs the man’s arm. He shoves the sleeve up before running the silver over the man’s forearm, drawing blood.

“Is this really necessary,” the man questions. Dean ignores him and grabs a flask out of the weapons duffle. He splashes water on the man. “And there with the holy water.”

“He’s clean,” Sam states.

“I could have told you that,” the man mutters, pulling the sleeve down.

“Yeah, well, you can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you,” Dean snaps.

“I’m quite certain this is all beyond your understanding, my alpha male monkey friend. And violence will not help you comprehend this any easier.”

Dean pulls his gun out of his waistband and aims it the man. “Let me tell you what I understand! Some asshat pops out of my closet asking about my dad, punches my wife, smashes up my ride. So why am I not getting violent again?”

The man stares at them. “John Winchester is your father?” 

The closet starts shaking. “What the actual fuck,” Addison lets out in disbelief. 

“Oh my god,” the man says.

“What,” Dean asks.

“Run!”

The doors burst open and red headed woman in a bright blue dress steps out. She was wearing bright red lipstick and a pearl necklace. “Henry,” the woman laughs. “Silly man, you forgot to lock the door. But then spells never were your best subject, were they? Why don’t you be a doll and give me what I want? And I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly.”

“You know I can’t do that,” Henry tells the woman.

“You’re not a fighter, Henry.”

Dean aims his gun, but the woman sends the three hunters flying into the motel walls. Henry tries to step forward, but is held back by an invisible force. “Josie. I know you’re still in there. You must fight this.”

“I’m afraid Josie’s indisposed, pet. It looks like it’s just you and me.” Dean stands up and stabs the demon in the back with the demon killing knife. The demon lets out a scream and falls to her knees. The familiar orange light flashes through the demon’s body. Then she stands up. “Well, that is no way to treat a lady.”

Addison, Dean, Sam, and Henry all run out of the motel room. They jump into the Impala. Dean and Henry are in the front seat while Sam and Addison are in the backseat. The Impala’s tires squeal as they pull out of the parking lot. Silence is over them as they drive for about a half hour. Dean pulls the Impala over on the side of the road.

Henry jumps out of the Impala and walks a few feet away before throwing up. “Are you okay,” Addison questions, climbing out with the boys.

“Yes, I will be,” Henry replies, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. He throws up once more. He takes a deep breath. “It’s just all the adventures I enjoy are usually of the literary nature.”

“Yeah, well, now that you’re done blowing chunks, you want to tell us who Betty Crocker was,” Dean questions.

“Abandon. She’s a demon.”

“No shit,” Sam responds. “Where’d she come from?”

“Where’d you come from,” Dean asks Henry.

“She’s from Hell. I’m from Normal, Illinois. 1958,” Henry tells them.

Dean snorts. “Yeah right.” He’s met with a serious look. “Seriously? Dudes time traveling through motel room closets? That’s what we’ve come to?”

“If you could just take me to John, we could clear all this up, I’m sure,” Henry tells them.

Dean tenses. “I’ve told you that’s not gonna happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s dead,” Dean snaps. Addison places a hand on his arm.

Henry shakes his head. “No.”

“What’s it to you,” Sam questions, wondering why the man was so interested in their father.

“Everything,” Henry sadly replies. “I’m his father.”

~*~

Addison shifts as she sits at the table with Henry. Dean and Sam were at the counter, waiting on the food they had ordered. Henry hadn’t said much to her. He had been focused on the photo he was holding. She glanced over his shoulder to see the photo was of him with a small boy. She softly smiles at him as the boys sit down with two trays of food. Dean and Sam were being their overprotective selves as they were sitting on either side of her. She wasn’t sure how things were between her and Sam, but for the time being, Addison was glad that things seemed back to normal.

“How are you doing,” Sam questions Henry. He sets a basket of chicken fingers and fries in front of Addison.

“I’ll be fine,” Henry replies, putting the photo up. “After all, despite everything, I’ve just met my grandsons, haven’t I?” He holds out a hand to Sam. “Henry Winchester. It’s a pleasure.”

Sam lightly smiles and grabs Henry’s hand. “Sam.”

“Hello, Sam.” Henry holds out his hand to Dean.

Dean drops a basket with a burger and fries in front of Henry, ignoring the hand. “Dinner.”

Addison rolls her eyes. “This is Dean,” she says, grabbing Henry’s hand. “And I’m Addison.”

“I apologize for punching you,” Henry tells her. “I assure you that I do not make it a habit of hitting women.”

“It’s fine. I’ve been hit much harder.”

“I still do apologize.”

Addison lightly smiles. She turns to Dean. “I like him,” she amusedly says. Dean glares at her. “He’s nice.”

“Well, this has been touching. How about we figure out how to clean up your mess, huh,” Dean coldly asks.

“Abandon,” Henry tells them, nodding. “Yes. She must be stopped.”

“How come she didn’t die when I stabbed her?”

“Because demons can’t be killed by run of the mill cutlery. At the very least, you’d need an ancient demon killing knife of the Kurds.”

Dean reaches into his jacket and pulls out the handle of the demon killed knife. “That’s what this is.”

Henry leans forward. “Where’d you get that?”

“Demon gave it to me,” Dean answers, shoving the knife back into his jacket. “We’ve been around this block so many times.”

“Now, that portal or whatever it was you came through,” Sam begins. “Is it still open?”

Henry shifts. “I highly doubt it. Why?”

“I’m just thinking if we can’t kill this Abandon—”

“Maybe we can shove her back through the magic door,” Addison finishes and Sam nods in agreement. “How did you do it?”

“It’s a blood sigil,” Henry explains. “Blood leads to blood. Or their next of kin.”

“But Abandon came through it, also, right,” Sam asks. “So you can create this blood sigil again?”

“My blood, an angel feather, tears of a dragon, a pinch of the sands of time — I-I would need those and…at least a week for my soul to recharge, but, yes, it’s possible.”

“You tapped the power of your soul to get here? I thought only angels could do that.”

Henry looks between the boys. “You should know this. What level are you two?”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “What level?”

“Level of knowledge. You’re Men of Letters, correct?”

The boys exchange a look. “I’m a little busy on my boy bands,” Dean tells him. “Men of what?”

“Men of Letters, like your father, who taught you our ways.”

“Our father taught us how to be hunters,” Sam clarifies.

Henry laughs. “You’re not.” He stops laughing at the serious looks on Dean and Sam’s faces. “Are you? Hunters? Well, hunters are…hunters are apes. You’re supposed to — you’re legacies.”

Dean frowns. “Legacies of what?”

~*~

Addison yawns as the Impala is parked on a street. They had been on the road all day. And she was ready to lie down in a bed. They climb out of the Impala and stare at the comic book store in front of them. Henry walks up to a door and places a hand on it. “What’s going on here,” he softly questions, lightly touching a carved symbol that had been painted over. “No.”

“All right, well, this was enlightening,” Dean says, clapping his hands together. “Let’s hit the road, huh?”

“Give him a minute, Dean,” Sam tells him.

Dean glares at his younger brother. “We just spent four hours driving, okay? All he did was stare out the window and request Pat Boone on the radio. He had his time.”

“I don’t think a couple of minutes is going to hurt,” Addison says, placing a comforting hand on Dean’s back.

“It’s just a facade, a way to rook our enemies into believing we are house elsewhere,” Henry says, walking over to them.

“Okay, enough with the decoder talk,” Dean snaps. “How about you tell us what this whole ‘Men of Letters’ business is or you’re on your own.”

“It’s none of your concern.”

“Why? Because we’re hunters? What do you have against us?”

“Aside from the unthinking, unwashed, shoot first and don’t bother to ask questions later part, not much, really.”

Sam shifts. “You know what? Wait a second. We’re also John’s children.”

“You’re more than that, actually. My father and his father before were both Men of Letters, as John and you two should have been. We’re preceptors, beholders, chroniclers of all that which man does not understand. We share our findings with a few trusted hunters - the very elite. They do the rest.”

“So, you’re like Yodas to our Jedis,” Dean reasons. Henry stares at him, confused. “Never mind. You’ll get there.”

“So if the Men of Letters are such a big deal,” Addison begins. “Then why haven’t we heard of you?”

“Abaddon,” Henry answers, then opens the door to the comic book store. He walks inside and the trio follows him.

“But why would Abaddon do that,” Addison questions.

Henry reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small wooden carved box with the same symbol that was on the door. “I think for this?”

“Okay, what’s that,” Sam asks.

“I wish I knew,” Henry tells them, then puts the box back in his pocket. “Abaddon attacked us the night of my final initiation. All secrets were to be revealed then.”

“Let me get this straight,” Dean says as the group walks down through the comic book store. “You traveled through time to protect something that does you don’t know what from a demon that you know nothing about?” Henry stares at Dean then walks down the hallway. “Good.”

They follow Henry and come to a large room with comics along with a counters with a cash register sitting on it. “Hand me your….walkie-talkie,” Henry says, holding out a hand.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “You mean my phone,” he questions, pulling his phone out.

“Even better,” Henry says, taking Sam’s phone. He holds the phone up to his mouth. “Operator, I need Delta 457.”

“Who are you not calling,” Dean questions. He shoots Addison a look and finds that she’s trying not to laugh.

“Our emergency number.”

“Yeah. Not anymore.” Dean grabs the phone from Henry and hands it back to Sam.

“They can’t all be gone,” Henry says. “There must be another elder out there who can help us figure out how to stop Abaddon and what to do with the box.”

Dean walks up to the counter. “Hey, uh, hi. Can we hijack your computer for a hot second,” he asks, shooting the woman a grin.

Henry laughs. “Like you could fit a computer in this room.”

The woman shrugs. “Sure.”

“Thanks.” Dean turns the computer to Sam and Addison. “Sam. Ads.”

Sam walks up to the computer. “Yep. All right, um, give me a name. Anybody who, uh, might have been there that night — one of those elders.”

“Um, Ackers, David. Larry Ganem,” Henry recites. “Um, Ted—” 

“Okay, here it is,” Sam interrupts. “Um, August 12, 1958. A tragic fire at a gentlemen’s club. Uh, 242 Gaines Street.”

Dean shoots the woman behind another smile when he notices her checking him out. Addison rolls her eyes and smacks the back of her hand on his chest. “Still no fun,” he mutters.

“This is 242 Gaines Street,” Henry says. “But that was no fire.”

Sam turns the computer screen to show Henry the article he had found. “Larry Ganem, David Ackers, Ted Bowen, and Albert Magnus. All deceased.”

“Albert Magnus,” Henry repeats.

“He a friend of yours,” Dean questions.

Henry smiles. “Even better.”

~*~

Addison yawns as she walks through the dark cemetery that night with the three Winchesters. The drive hadn’t been long from the comic book store. “These were my friends, my mentors, our last defense against the Abaddons of the world,” Henry softly says.

Dean shines his flashlight on a headstone. “Here’s your buddy Albert Magnus.”

“Albertus Magnus,” Henry corrects. “He was hardly a buddy. He was the greatest alchemist of the middle ages.”

“Okay, so why is he buried here,” Sam questions.

“He’s not. His was the alias we’d use when going incognito. I believe someone planted his name in that article. So that if a Man of Letters came looking for answers, he’d know something was amiss.”

Addison frowns. “Someone wanted you to come here.”

“The question is why.”

Dean looks around the graves. He stops when his flashlight lands on a symbol on the headstone. “What is this?”

“Our crest. The Aquarian Star, representing great magic and power,” Henry explains. The symbol looked like a star with six points inside a circle. “They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself.”

“It’s on all the tombstones except for this one,” Sam says, shining his flashlight on the headstone that had a different symbol. “Larry Ganem.”

Henry kneels down in front of the headstone. “The Haitian symbol for speaking to the dead,” he says. “This is the message. You boys ever exhume a body?”

~*~

“Tell me how we got stuck doing this,” Dean angrily mutters as tosses a shovel full of dirt out of the grave. He and Sam were currently digging up the grave. Addison was standing next to the grave, shining a flashlight on them, with Henry next to her.

“Are you of relation to a man named Jack Sloan,” Henry questions, looking at Addison.

Addison softly smiles. “That’s my grandfather,” she confirms. “He died before I was before.”

“How? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I think my dad said it was a wendigo.”

“I’m sorry that Jack died in such a horrible way. The few times that I met him, he never mentioned having a son.”

Addison shifts. “Uh, yeah. Apparently he didn’t know my dad existed until my grandmother died. I guess it was a big surprise when Father O’Connor showed up with a five year old and said you’re a father now.”

Henry frowns. “Seamus O’Connor?”

“Yeah. Did you meet Father O’Connor?”

“No, I never did meet Seamus O’Connor. But I did hear he was a member of a group that was tasked with ensuring the survival of the bloodline of the last descendant.”

Dean looks up at Henry. “Is there a reason why you’re interrogating my wife?”

Henry frowns, confused. “We’re just talking.”

“Yeah, well, stop,” Dean snaps.

Addison sighs. “Dean gets a little overprotective at time,” she softly tells Henry. Sam’s shovel hits wood and they turn to look in the grave. The boys had reached the lid of the coffin. Carefully, they lift the lid and push it out on the ground to reveal a skeleton in the grave.

Dean frowns, temporally forgetting Henry’s question of Addison. “Hey, was Larry a World War I vet?”

Henry kneels next to the grave. “No.”

“Well, then, who’s the stiff?”

“No idea.”

Sam kneels down and finds a dog tag on the skeleton. “Captain Thomas J Carey the third,” he reads. He looks up at Henry. “That mean anything to you?”

Henry shakes his head. “Well, somebody wanted you to see this, so maybe that somebody is Larry,” Dean points out.

“Larry survives the attack and takes his guy’s identity,” Addison questions.

Henry stands up. “Okay. What are we waiting for then? Cover this up. Let’s be on our way.”

~*~

Addison flops down onto the bed that she and Dean had claimed after they had checked into a local motel. Dean and Sam were sitting at the table. Dean with Addison’s MacBook in front of him wile Sam was looking through John’s journal. Henry was sitting on the couch, whistling a tune that was familiar to all of them. “What is that,” Dean questions, looking at his grandfather. “I know that tune.”

“As Time Goes By,” Henry answers. “I hope so. It’s from Casablanca.”

Sam nods, recognizing. “Right. Dad used to whistle it from time to time.”

“Your father saw Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy at the drive in one night. It scared the beeswax out of him. So I got him this little music box that played that song to help him sleep at night. It worked like a charm.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “I…I can’t picture John being scared of anything.”

“Hey, uh, according to county records, Tom Carey lives in Lebanon, Kansas and is a very happy one hundred twenty seven year old,” Dean says, closing Addison’s laptop. “I say we get some shut eye and head over first thing in the morning.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sam says. “Listen to this. According to Dad’s journal, he once tortured a demon that said he made his bones working for Abaddon, who, it turns out, is a Knight of Hell.”

Dean frowns. “What does that even mean?”

“Knights of Hell are hand picked by Lucifer himself,” Henry explains. “They are of the first fallen first born demons.”

“So very pure, very strong,” Sam clarifies.

Henry stands up and walks over to them. “Legend has it that Archangels had killed all of them, which, as we have witnessed, is not the case.”

“Unless Abaddon is the last one,” Addison points out.

Henry motions to the journal in front of Sam. “You say that belonged to your father?” Sam nods. “May I?” Sam slides the journal over to him.

“It’s a hunter’s journal,” Sam says. “I assume Men of Letters…you use journals too?”

“I intended to,” Henry replies, flipping through the journal. “I sent away for one the day before my initiation.” He turns to the front of the journal and life up the photo John had attached. Embossed letters, HW, were sitting there. “As a matter of fact, judging by my initials here, this one, I believe.”

Dean stares at him. “That was yours?”

“It must have arrived after…” Henry trails off. “I’m beginning to gather I don’t make it back from this time, do I?”

Sam sighs. “We don’t know for sure. All we do know is that Dad never saw you again.”

“What did he think happened to me?”

“He thought you ran out on him,” Dean answers.

“John was a legacy. I supposed to teach him the ways of the Letters.”

“Well, he learned things a little differently.”

“How?”

“The hard way. Surviving a lonely childhood, a fucking war…only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon…and later killed by one himself. That mean got a bum rap around every turn. But you know what? He kept going. And in the end, he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad.”

“I’m sorry. I wish I had been there for him.”

“Yeah, it’s a little late for that now, don’t you think,” Dean coldly replies, standing up. He starts towards the door.

“It’s the price we pay for upholding great responsibility. We know that.”

“Your responsibility was to your family, not some glorified book club!”

“I was a legacy. I had no choice.”

Dean scoffs. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”

Dean walks out of the room. Addison sits there for a moment, before getting up and following her husband. She finds him making his way to the vending machine. “Dean,” she softly says, placing a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, but pulls her close.

~*~

Addison lets out a snore. She was curled up against Dean in the bed. Her head was resting on his chest. His arm was protectively around her. Sam smacks Dean on the shoulder with the motel notepad and the older hunter jumps awake. “Hey, wake up,” Sam says.

“What? What,” Dean asks, sitting up. Addison rolls over and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Henry. He’s gone.”

“Where is he?”

“Well, no idea. He just left a note saying he was gonna fix everything.”

Dean runs a hand over his face. “Yeah or fuck it all up. All right. I’ll go check the car. You see if you can wake the hibernating bear.”

“I’m not waking her.”

“You’re better at it.”

“Dude, Ads and I are finally back in a good place. Besides, she’s your wife. You wake her up.”

Dean shakes his head. “I would like to actually have sex with my wife. So, no, I’m not waking her up.”

“Oh my god, you both suck,” Addison tiredly snaps, climbing off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

Dean shrugs. “At least we’re both on her bad side now.”

A half hour later, Addison is sitting at the table with Sam. Dean opens the motel door and walks in. He was clearly annoyed at something. “What,” Addison questions, taking a sip of the horrible tasting motel coffee.

“He broke into the trunk, stole an angel feather,” Dean replies. “I’m guessing he’s gonna whip up another one of the blood spells and Marty McFly himself back to the 1950s.”

Sam frowns. “To do what? Stop Abaddon before she strikes?”

“Or grab Dad and haul ass. Look, point is he’s doing it.”

“How? He still needs two ingredients for the spell. Unless…unless there’s some place nearby that sells real hoodoo.” Sam opens his lap and gets to work.

“I’ll call Garth,” Addison says, standing her. Her phone was sitting on the nightstand. “He owes me for not kicking ass after learning that he was tracking us.”

Dean smirks. “That’s my wife.”

“Hey,” Sam say and they look at him. “It just hit the wire. One dead at Astro Comics.”

Dean walks over to his brother. “Abaddon?”

“Yeah, has to be.”

“Okay, so she’s close. I’ll go find Henry. You two find Larry. Figure out how to kill this chick.”

~*~

Addison pulls the sweat she was wearing close. Sam had borrowed a car from the motel parking lot so they could talk with Larry Ganem. The house was a simple two story house with a picket fence in the front yard. “So this is where a dude pretending to be a super old dude lives,” Addison amusedly says.

“Looks like it,” Sam replies, looking at the notepad in his hand.

They walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. After introducing themselves to a woman and explaining why they were there, which was just a small white lie, Sam and Addison find themselves sitting on a floral couch while an old man sits in a matching armchair. “So, Henry is dead. I was so sure that…that he had survived,” Larry Ganem tells them.

“Yes, well, um, like I said…I found his journal and was hoping you could fill in the gaps and explain to us what happened that night in 1958,” Sam says.

Larry sighs. “It doesn’t matter. They’re gone. We’re gone.”

“But Abaddon isn’t,” Addison softly argues.

“Abaddon was a hired gun. She killed us all that one night.”

“Everyone but you,” Sam points out.

“She blinded me. It’s a miracle I survived.”

The woman walks up behind Larry. She places a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, dear,” she softly tells him.

Larry grabs her hand and presses a kiss to the palm. “But she did not get what she came for.”

“The box,” Sam answers and Larry nods. “Listen, Abaddon is here, and she wants this thing. So, we need to know everything there is to know about it.”

“In the box is the key to every object, scroll, spell ever collected for thousands of years under one root. It is the supernatural mother lode.”

Addison frowns. “So, Abaddon wants this key so she can get her hands on it.”

“Can you imagine what she would do with that?”

Sam and Addison exchange a look. “So, how do we stop her,” Sam questions. “How do we stop Abaddon?”

“You don’t,” Larry answers. He pulls out a pen and notepad from his shirt pocket. He scribbles a set of coordinates on it before the paper off and hand it to Sam. “If you know where the key is, then take it to these coordinates. Throw it in. Shut the door forever. And walk away.”

“Wait, why would we do that?”

“Because it is the safest place on Earth, warded against any evil ever created. It is impervious to any entry, except the key.”

“But if we did that then all the knowledge in there would be lost forever,” Addison argues.

“And that is the price we have to pay for keeping it away from Abaddon. You do have the key, don’t you?”

“We don’t, um, but, my brother…my brother does,” Sam says, standing up. Something didn’t feel right to him. He grabs Addison’s arm and tugs her up.

The woman walks around Larry. “How rude. You two haven’t finished your tea.”

The woman’s eyes turn black. The demon waves a hand and sends Addison and Sam flying into the walls, knocking them both unconscious. “Abaddon,” Larry states.

~*~

Addison lets out a groan. She had a pounding headache. And being man handled by a demon certainly didn’t improve her mood. Sam was standing next to her. How Abaddon had managed to eat with the two unconscious hunters without any help, Addison wasn’t sure. Their hands had been tied in front of them. She shifts as footsteps echo throughout the empty processing plant. “That’s the problem with you hunters,” Henry says. “You’re all short sighted.”

“Yeah, at least we’re not extinct,” Dean replies, entering the room with Henry. He holds up the box that the Knight of Hell had been searching for. “Abaddon! I’ll send Henry here over with the box. You do the same with Sam and Addison. No tricks.” He shoves the box into a pocket in Henry’s jacket.

“My only interest is Henry and the key. You three are free to go,” Abaddon tells him.

Dean shoves Henry, but the elder Winchester doesn’t move. Dean pulls out his gun. “You can do this standing or you can do it crawling. Your call.”

Henry reluctantly starts forward as do Sam and Addison. Addison shoots Henry an apologetic smile, but he ignores her. “Henry, I’m sorry,” Sam quietly tells him.

“Save it,” Henry coldly replies.

They reach Dean and he cuts the ropes around their hands. “Don’t do this, Dean,” Sam says. “This is a bad idea.”

“Shut your mouth,” Dean snaps. “Let’s go.” The start to walk out of the room, but the door suddenly closes. Dean turns around and glares at the demon. “We had a deal!”

“Surprise,” Abaddon taunts. “I lied!”

Abaddon stabs her hand into Henry’s abdomen. “Henry,” Addison shouts. She starts to move towards him, but Dean grabs her arm.

“Wait,” Dean quietly tells her. “Wait.”

Abaddon pulls her hand out Henry’s abdomen. He coughs up blood. “You’re not the only one,” Henry says, revealing that he had been holding a gun. He presses the muzzle against Abaddon’s chin and fires. The demon’s skull flashes with bright light.

“Whoo,” Abaddon shouts, clearly amused. “What a blast. Now, give me the box.” She reaches a hand into Henry’s jacket and pulls out a pack of playing cards. She angrily drops the box to the ground. “Where is it!” Her anger sets off sparks and causes something in the building to crash. She humorlessly laughs. “Okay. We can do this this hard way.” She grabs Henry’s chin and black smoke flies out of her mouth. Except instead of going into Henry, it hits a invisible barrier. Abaddon shoves Henry back and Sam runs over to him. Abaddon tries moving, tries smoking out of the person she was using, but can’t. “Why am I stuck?” Abaddon glares at Henry and Sam. “You still didn’t kill me.”

“No, but you’ll wish we did,” Dean snaps, slicing Abaddon’s head off. It hits the floor with a thud. Addison walks over to him. “The demon trap in your noggin is gonna keep you from smoking out. We’re gonna cut you into little steaks and bury each strip under cement. You might not be dead, but you’ll wish you were.”

“We did it,” Henry softly says.

Dean kneels down next to his grandfather. “No. You did it. For a bookworm, that wasn’t bad, Henry.”

“I’m sorry I judged you two so harshly for being hunters. I should have known better.”

“About,” Sam questions.

“You’re also Winchesters. As long as we’re alive, there’s always hope. I didn’t know my son as a man, but having met you two…I know I would have been proud of him.”

~*~

Addison stands next to Dean in the Men of Letters cemetery. Sam was hammering the makeshift cross in the ground. The Men of Letters logo and H. Winchester were carved into it. She leans against Dean and he drapes an arm around her shoulders. They had felt that burying Henry with the other members of the Men of Letters is what he would have wanted. “I get it now,” Sam says, standing up and joining. Dean shoots him a questioning look as Addison slides her arm around his waist. “What Cupid said about Heaven busting ass to get Mom and Dad together. The Winchesters and the Campbells. The brains and the brawn.”

“Well, I’m glad you see it. All I see in our family tree is a whole lot of dead,” Dean replies. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small photo. He holds it out to Sam. “Hey, I, uh, found this in Henry’s wallet.”

Sam takes it and sadly smiles. Henry was standing next to a young John Winchester. “Dad looks happy,” he softly says, handing it back to Dean.

“Kind of makes you wish he knew the truth, huh? I mean, all those years thinking his old man ditched when the poor son of a bitch really came here and saved our bacon. Fucking time travel, man.”

“You think it would have made a different?”

“What?”

“Dad. If he’d had his own father around.”

Dean frowns. “What, in how he raised us? Sammy, he did the best he could.”

“I know that. I-I do. They all did.”

Sam reaches into his pocket and pulls out the box. “What are the chances that place is still standing,” Dean questions.

“It’s a chance we got to take,” Addison amusedly says. “I mean, you guys are legacies. It would be a shame if we didn’t.”

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Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle Reader Chapter 12

Plot: Lies and truths

Warning: Sexual topics and Drama

It was night where the sky was dark and the stars were shining. The streets weren’t as full as during the day and it was just peaceful. You had just closed your shop and just got home.

You got dressed in your pijama and got into bed. You stared at the ceiling, deep in thought about your conversation with Queenie today. She was right, you can’t just keep your feelings to yourself for the rest of your life knowing that you might have a chance with Newt. Something inside of you, felt strange and you couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt like a bad presentiment but you decided to ignore it. You really wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight

A sudden knock from your front door had startled you and wondered who it could be. You stood up from bed and rapidly walked to the front door. Part of you was hoping that it was Newt but as you opened the door, there was disappointment in your eyes because it was Tina.

You gazed in surprise “Tina um nice to see you, what brings you here?”

Tina wasn’t really in a cheerful mood and appeared bitter

“Can I come in?”

You were a bit befuddled and instantly motioned for her to get in “OH! umm y-yea sure! come in”

Tina walked in and you closed the door after her. Both of you were in the living room and it was silent for a moment. You weren’t actually looking forward to this and thought what could Tina possibly want to talk with you

Tina faces you firmly “Look I came here to talk to you about Newt because I suspect something is going on between the two of you”

Your whole body tensed up and it began to sweat. It began to feel hot and your heart was beating rapidly. Gosh you just wanted to disappear because if you told Tina about the one night stand, she would go insane

“W-well um-“

Tina interrupts you “I don’t care if something happened between the two of you, because in the end, you were just a rebound. I know that he still loves me and I told him that I want to get back together.Tonight me and Newt are leaving on a mission together and it might take months.”

It felt like your entire being shattered and you were in disbelief on why Tina was doing this

You responded, trying to suppress your anger

“Why are you even telling me this!…”

Tina came closer and her nose was inches apart from yours which startled you a bit. She had a scowl face and said slowly

“because for a long while ,I've known that you are in love with Newt and I’m just here to warn you to back off because he’s mine”.

You were so keen to punch her on the face by how ballistic you were feeling. Your whole face was changing red and you didn’t care if you became hostile to her. You had the right to defend yourself

“Well at least I'm not the one who broke his heart! I’m not a COWARD like you!”

You had completely incensed Tina and an ominous scowl appeared on her face and unexpectedly she vigorously slapped you.

You were completely immobile and appalled with what Tina had just done. You were uncertain on what to do or say. But Tina was unfazed

“Just so you know, Newt immediately agreed to get back with me. It doesn’t matter what you say, because he loves me! Don’t you dare take him away from me! I’m warning you!”

immediately after that, Tina apparated and was gone. You stood there staring at the floor bleakley and dismally. You let out an incredulous scoff, because you knew that Newt wouldn’t just return to her after such a devastating breakup. But yet why shouldn’t you believe her. She is gorgeous, intelligent, amusing and charismatic. You believed Tina and your body began to falter to the floor. As you began to sob uncontrollably and your chest felt tight that it ached. Your breathing was becoming short and painful because you were hyperventilating.

The feeling of shame and stupidity took over you. That a man that is in love with another, has taken your virginity, the most sacred thing to a woman. Believing that there might have been a chance that Newt’s feelings changed and could fall in love with you.

Your heart was shattered into pieces, and it felt like it was bleeding. How could you have been so foolish in thinking that you might have had a chance. You didn’t want to see or confront Newt at all, not see him for the rest of your life.

Tina had found out about there being something between you and Newt because she eavesdropped Newt’s, Jacob’s and Queenie’s conversation in the suitcase. Tina was on her way to see Newt once again when she had overcome their conversation. All she wanted was to make you suffer because there was no way that Newt would choose you over her. So that is why she was determined to threaten you and also believed that she would have the chance to change Newt’s feelings during their mission.

While with Newt, he has been in deep thought ever since his conversation with Queenie and Jacob. He was in their living room, waiting for Tina to arrive and he even had his suitcase in his hand. But inside of him he was doubting about going to this mission with Tina because to him it felt wrong. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he might be in love with you, and he felt strange whenever you are around but he never did feel that way with Tina

He didn’t want to immediately come to the wrong conclusion and thought that there could be a chance that Queenie is wrong about his strange feelings towards you.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice

Queenie stood there discontent and her arms crossed.

“So what Jacob really told me was true huh ,you’re planning on going on this mission with Tina… I see that you aren’t even planning on telling y/n and not even saying goodbye to her”

Newt felt ashamed and guilty, seeing how Queenie was exposing him about his wrongs. He knew that she had the right to be upset

“I just need time to think about my feelings, I need to see if I feel this strange feeling with Tina. I need to be sure” Newt said intensely, hoping Queenie would understand

Queenie was doubtful of his reason and decision. She sighed with a frown

“Alright I can accept that but what is your reason for not saying goodbye, you can’t just do that.”

Newt averted his eyes and was about to respond when an unanticipated blaring sound startled them. Tina was standing in between them and was beaming with pleasure.

“Nice to see you little sister! How have you been?”

Queenie knew something was up and asked unceremoniously “Someone’s in a good mood, did something happen?”

Tina laughed deceivingly “no, I just happen to be in a good mood”. Tina glances at her watch and hastenly grasps Newt’s arm. Newt felt uncomfortable and could sense the estrangement between the two sisters

“It’s getting late, it’s better that we leave now , the port key won’t be open for long” Tina said desperately

Queenie was about to dispute when in that precise moment Jacob entered from the front door and appeared exhausted from work. Jacob knew that he disrupted a soon to be heated conversation and noticed Newt’s stare on him for help, on how uneasy Newt is feeling.

Then he noticed how ballistic Queenie was, and how desperate Tina seemed.

Jacob chuckled nervously “I guess I came right in time to say goodbye. I tried to work as fast as I can.”

Newt smiled, feeling soothed that his best friend was here and got out of Tina’s grasp. Newt and Jacob embraced for a minute.

“Please be careful” Jacob said while patting Newt’s back

“Don’t worry I will” Newt said in a definite tone but felt sadness

They broke the hug and once again Tina grasped Newt’s arm and persisted on them leaving “Come on Newt we have to leave now”

But Queenie was also persistent “Newt! You have to say goodbye to y/n at least!”

Newt was conflicted if he should say goodbye to you or not. He knew that he would not forgive himself if he just left like that but part of him knew that if he saw you that he wouldn’t be able to leave. He needed time to think but he also planned on sending you letters throughout his journey.

Newt embraced Queenie expectedly which startled her and baffled everyone. He then whispered in her ear for Tina not to hear “Don’t worry I will be writing her letters, please take care of y/n for me”

Queenie distinctively knew Newt’s way of thinking, she knew she wouldn’t be able to convince him to say goodbye to you but she accepted his circumstances. It was better than nothing.

She vigorously slapped his back and made Newt wince in pain. She whispered threateningly “You better!” If not, I’m going to make you regret everything”

Newt’s eye widened in fear and let out a gulp but then Queenie’s voice alternated to a gentle tone “But please be take care of yourself and of my sister”

Newt smiled “I will” and finally they broke apart and Tina was again gripping Newt’s arm. Queenie and Jacob looked at Newt and Tina one last time. Finally Newt and Tina apparated and departed for their long journey.

It was the next day and you were in bed feeling miserable and depressed. You laid motionless and felt that there was no point in life anymore. You had cried your eyes out all night and you ran out of tears.Your mind was dark and somber, Thinking “Do I even matter? All the people I loved had left me and hurt me, why me? All I want to do is sleep forever and not ever wake up”.

Suddenly Queenie opened the door and came in. She didn’t anticipate seeing you this way, she came because she noticed that you didn’t open your shop today and perceived that something was wrong. Queenie approached you and sat on the bed

“y/n what happened? Why are you like this? Please tell me”

You stayed motionless “You knew didn’t you, that Newt was leaving with Tina but you didn’t tell me, why didn’t you tell me”

There was resentment and pain in your voice, you felt betrayed by Queenie

Queenie was dismayed that you knew about Newt leaving, she was actually planning on telling you today but it wasn’t necessary anymore and suspected on who could have told you which irritated her

Queenie instantly tried to explain her reason “The reason I didn’t tell you was because I wanted Newt to tell you directly, but he told me that he couldn’t because if he saw you that he wouldn’t be able to leave”.

You finally exchange looks with a panicked Queenie, “Then did you also know that they got back together”.

Queenie was flabbergasted and utterly confused on where you got that idea “What!? Where did you get that from?”

You winced in pain and you began to feel tears filling your eyes again. There was a knot in your throat that made it hard to talk without quivering your lips and all you felt was agony

Queenie noticed and felt extreme concern. She immediately grabbed your cold hand and squeezed it. “It’s alright, I’m here for you, take your time”.

You began to feel soothed and content that your best friend was here. She was the only person who always there for you, she was your sister

Finally you could talk normally “Tina came to see me yesterday and she told me about her mission with Newt. Telling me how they got back together and….” Your words began to falter because you hesitated to say the next sentence but Queenie insisted

“Y/n tell me”

You sighed and averted eye contact with Queenie because what you were going to say next might trigger her

Queenie was anxiously waiting for your response and felt anger towards her sister in the meanwhile

“She threatened me, stating that I shouldn’t take Newt away from her”

Queenie felt immense rage that her face became red as if smoke would come out of her ears and nose. She clenched her hand into a fist

“Oooo I knew something was up! No wonder she was so cheerful when she came to get Newt, and I can’t believe she lied about her and Newt getting back together!”.

Your eyes widened and you immediately jolted up from the bed. A desperate expression on your face

“Wait! So it was a lie!? They aren’t together?”

Queenie smiles and chuckles “Of course not, not that I know of because Newt told me that he needed this time to think about his feelings.”

You felt immense relief and your chest didn’t feel tight anymore. It felt like you could breathe again and for some reason the world seemed more colorful and joyful.

Queenie saw your face of relief and she set down her hand on your shoulder “You know Newt, he isn’t the type to immediately get back with an ex, anyways I think you had something to do with him feeling confused”. Queenie smirked

Your cheeks were red from the embarrassment and timidness “I shouldn’t get my hopes up, since he will be spending time with Tina and realize that he loves her”

“Don’t overthink y/n! anyways Newt told me that he will be writing you letters so keep an eye out”

Queenie winked

Your heart felt warm and you felt so happy knowing that Newt will be in contact with you. There was big silly grin on your face and Queenie laughed on how hilariously adorable you looked

She then clapped her hands which startled you

“Now! it’s time to get up from bed, you can’t be in bed all day”

You smiled as you were getting up “Yeah you’re right, i’m feeling much better”.

Since then weeks have passed and Newt kept his word. He wrote you letters that would make your heart flutter and of course you would write back. He and Tina are in a hideout in Spain, each day trying to find clues about Grindlewald. Newt was missing you miserably, he missed your radiant smile, your laugh, your sweet voice and most importantly just you. Some nights unconsciously he had wet sexual dreams about you, seeing your erotic, luscious and soft body. His hands caressing your skin and passionately kissing your soft delicious lips. Lastly how he penetrated inside your pussy and thrusted and pounded into you. The thing he most loved about your guys first night together was hearing your moans and seeing your face full of pleasure. Each time he would wake up , he noticed the bed was stained with his seed. He felt immensely guilty for having these dreams about you but each time he was realizing that he actually might be in love with you.

It was week 5 of Newt and Tina being in Spain. It was extremely difficult to find clues that would lead them to Grindlewald but so far nothing. It felt so frustrating to them because they were losing time and each second Grindlewald was planning on the war that he would declare to erase muggles.

The hideout that they were in wasn’t very spacious but it was enough for the both of them. It was a room with two beds and it had a small kitchen and bathroom/lavatory.

It was night where the sky was dark but full of stars that would illuminate the earth and Newt was looking at them through the small window while writing a letter to you on a desk that was below the window.

-Dear, Y/N

I hope you are well and healthy. Tina and I are well as well but we won’t be back anytime soon.I know I said that we might be coming back soon but unfortunately we haven’t found any leads to Grindlewald. There seems to be something suspicious about the rumor that was told about the sight of one of Grindlewald’s people, I have a feeling that it was a lie but we can’t be sure about it. I want to see you soon and I want to say that I love you

Newt stared at the “I love you” and was hesitant on keeping it that way because it meant that he was confessing to you. His heart was pounding vigorously and felt a bit nervous. He didn’t know if he should confess to you because he believed that there might be a chance that you were in love with another man and the idea of being rejected would kill him. He erased “I love you” with an erasing spell. (since obviously he’s writing with ink and a feather)

Newt had finally decided to confess to you when he got back from the mission and each day he was hoping that a clue would be found, just so he could see you again. He was in his own thoughts when a familiar voice startled him

“Who’s that letter for?” asked Tina curiously as she was trying to look over his shoulder

Newt’s eyes widened with fright and he immediately hid it under some other papers

He began to feel warm from how tense he was and stuttered “j-just a l-letter for Jacob” and he hoped she would be convinced but she definitely wasn’t. She began to feel a bit irritated and suspected that it was for you

She swiftly snatched the letter and scanned it. Newt feels literal terror because he knows that if one ever enrages her that she will go insane. Tina stares at Newt, infuriated

“Why are you writing to her!? Did something happen between the two of you!?”

Newt sighed and faced away to avoid eye contact. He pinched the bridge of his nose from the stress “y/n and I slept together”.

“WHAT!!!??!!” Tina’s face was completely red as a tomato and had the eyes of a deranged person. Newt instantly stood up and motioned with his hands for her to calm down

“Tina please calm down-“ Tina stepped closer

“YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN! HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!? YOU SLEPT WITH THAT THING!”

When Newt heard what Tina had just said about you, he felt rage inside him like he had never felt before. He wasn’t going to permit Tina to insult you like that

“Please don’t ever insult y/n ever” Newt said intensely seriously

Tina was stunned with that response and became silent for a moment until she said grievously as she exchanged looks with him “Holy shit you’re actually in love with her”

Newt averted his eyes because he knew that he had just shattered her heart and couldn’t bear staring at her pained eyes “ I am and when I get back i’m going to confess to her”

Tears were falling down from her eyes and her vision became blurry. Newt felt so guilty for breaking her heart but he had to tell her the truth.

“Tina-“

“No! don’t say another word! I just want to be left alone” Tina aggressively opened the door and left. Newt sighed and sat on the chair feeling immense guilt.

to be continued

[forbidden-creepypasta]

Shadow Mountain

Hey guys, I was just directed to this site from /x/, where I not so coincidentally wrote the following creepypasta post by post several months ago. It is based on a real camp experience of mine and a story I heard while at camp, both of which I have tweaked to write this. Hope you enjoy it:

When I was a kid I used to go to this camp in North Carolina every summer, up in the mountains. It was a great camp with tons of fun activities, I really enjoyed it. One of the programs I could have done without, however, was the dreaded hike up Mount Pinnacle, sometimes referred to as "Shadow Mountain" because of the huge shadow it would often cast over the camp. This was the trek taken only once during our stay at camp, a several hour hike to the top of a nearby mountain followed by an overnight camp out. Now the camp out part was really fun. We would split into our cabin groups and walk to our respective camp sites after the long hike. At night we would sit around the fire and tell scary stories, which always ended up being a really bad idea given that we were basically sleeping in these deserted woods with no protection whatsoever. Waking up in the morning to find that I was indeed still breathing was always a relief.

One year, however, things did not go as smoothly as they should have during the overnight on Shadow Mountain. I was probably about 12 or 13 years old, and used to the camping routine by then as I had been going to the camp since age 8. The long hike had already passed and my cabinmates and I were sitting around at our camp site and talking. One of our two counselors approached us. "If you guys want us to cook you dinner you're going to have to go find some firewood. You'd better hurry up too. It'll be dark out soon."

We looked at each other with mild annoyance. Of course we didn't want to go scavenging for sticks. That was work, no matter how menial. Our stomachs sided with our counselor, though, so we split into smaller groups of 2 or 3 and headed out. I don't know about you, but I'm an adventurous type of guy. I try to add a little fun wherever I can, so I decided to transform this quest for wood into a fun little exploration expedition. Sure, we picked up a few twigs and branches along the way, but we now had a new goal to venture through some unofficial trails on this vast mountain. In all honesty I didn't have very high hopes for us. Like I said before, I had been camping here before and I hadn't ever stumbled across anything worth mentioning. But this was a new year, a new camp site, and a pleasant surprise awaited me. Or so I thought.

My friends and I searched around the area, eager to find something that might peak our interest, if only for a moment. After about 15 minutes I was ready to give up. I'll admit again that even from the start I wasn't expecting much. Suddenly one of my friends stops abruptly. The two of us that are still walking quickly stop and look back at him. He smiles a mysterious smile and slowly points his hand to the right of him. Our eyes follow his hand to what at first glance seems to be just another leafy bush bordering our current trail. Then I saw it. A pathway, just beyond these few green leaves. A road paved with dead leaves and dirt and sticks and rocks. It stuck out now, and I wondered how I could have missed something so obvious. We laughed in victory and, pushing the leaves out of our way, began down this new path of wonder.

The path led us along its wavy bends for much longer than I had expected. At least ten minutes had passed before we actually reached the end of it. But it wasn't an end. It was more like a new beginning. This mystical path had led us right into a very large clearing, an open area of forestry that was just so blatantly different from any other part of the mountain I had ever encountered that I was immediately enthralled by the whole of it. It was like a place of wonder and disbelief. It was so natural and yet so unreal at the same time. Dusk was setting in but we didn't notice. The evening light only magnified the magic in the air. I scanned the area quickly and saw, off in the distance, a large tree that had fallen on its side. It had fallen at a precise location that allowed its long trunk to serve as a bridge over a small "gorge". "Just like in the movies" I thought to myself. I pointed this out to my friends and we headed over to the tree's roots. We intended to climb across the trunk to the other side because it looked like the path continued over there. First my friend Ben crossed over. He actually walked across, which I felt was too dangerous. My minor fear of heights was overcome by my desire to explore, and I crawl/walked across the trunk-bridge after him. I turned back to look at my third friend, whose turn it was to cross.

This friend, we'll call him Brandon, was definitely the more cowardly of the bunch. I could tell from his expression that he did not want to cross the trunk, so naturally Ben and I pestered him to do so.

"Come on Brandon, cross over! It's not even a big deal."

"I don't know guys. This thing doesn't look too sturdy. And it's getting pretty dark out. Everybody is probably wondering where we are. Why don't we head back and just check this place out more tomorrow morning?"

Although he was obviously making excuses, he did have a valid point. I hadn't realized it until now but it was much darker than it had been when we had first come here. The shadows were slowly merging into the night and we would be in deep shit if it got too dark for us to find our way back to the camp site, so in the end we did decide to head back. Once again Ben crossed back over the trunk before me. Now I was all alone on the far side of the path. My friends stood there and waited for me to cross, but I still had this burning urge to dig deeper, to find out what lay ahead. I had a feeling we wouldn't be able to come back to this place the next morning. I had come this far, I might as well go a few steps further. "Hold on one sec, I'll be right back" I shouted to them quickly, and I darted around the corner and down the path just a few feet more. It was getting really dark now and I couldn't make out every single detail as I took a cursory glance around, but my eyes instinctively locked onto something a short distance away. It seemed to be a dark figure that looked like it was leaning against a tree. I was scared shitless but at the same time I knew my mind was just playing tricks on me, so I peered even harder at this enigma. It wasn't too tall, just about my height actually, maybe a little shorter. But it stayed perfectly still. As the seconds flew by I became more and more sure that I was staring at somebody or something living. What really got me was that it never moved once, not even an inch. It terrified me.

I snapped out of my apparent trance to the sound of my friends calling my name and asking me what I was doing. The crickets were chirping now. I ran as fast as I could back around the corner and across the log without a second thought. My heart was still beating a mile a minute as I imagined the shadowed figure chasing me with inhuman speed.

"What were you doing back there?"

"Nothing man, I just had to take one little peek at what we were missing. I didnt want to come all this way for nothing"

I managed a forced chuckle. It's not like I was lying to them, there was just a little more to the story now. I decided not to tell them what I had seen for a few reasons. First of all, I was still trying to convince myself that I had imagined it, though I was now almost positive that I had seen something horrifying. Even if I did tell them, they would probably think I was playing a stupid prank on them. I have been known to lie for a good laugh on numerous occasions, so it was very likely that they would see this as just another gag. And the last thing I wanted was for one of my friends to hear my story and then decide to prank me. You have no idea how scary those overnights can get. I swear, we literally just sleep on the ground in sleeping bags under an overhang. There aren't even any walls, just forest. When that fire dies out and the only light you have left is the moon it gets creepy, and I was already going to be up all night now. I didn't need one of my friends standing off in the distance while I'm trying to sleep so he can spook the shit out of me. I was paranoid now, obviously.

We made our way back to the site where we were questioned, first by the counselors: "Where the hell were you?" "We got lost. Sorry" And then by our friends: "Where the hell were you?" "Oh nowhere, nowhere at all"

The standard campfire rituals commenced. Marshmallows, smores, scary stories, etc. The counselors always had the best scary stories, which didn't exactly help my current situation. I was on edge to begin with, but I took it all in and just waited for bedtime. I just wanted to get to sleep so I could wake up so I could leave. Finally it was time for bed. Being an occasional insomniac I usually find myself awake long after the last of my friends have nodded off into dreamland, so the comfort of others only lasted for so long. I tried to fall asleep fast, I really did. But the harder I tried, the more I thought of the reason why I wanted to sleep. What was that thing? Was it here right now watching? Waiting for me to close my eyes long enough for it to- No, I was being paranoid again. Just shut up and try to sleep...

Sometime later, still during the middle of the night, a faint but persistent noise broke the silence that had been mocking me for hours. I was still woefully awake and I turned my head to hear better. It sounded like...barking. Barking and howling and rustling off in the distance. Somehow this was comforting to me. Dogs I could deal with. Wolves even, I could deal with. I went so far as to delude myself into believing that they served as some kind of protection for me, and soon enough I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning in a less than peaceful manner. I was being nudged, pulled, shaken hard. Somebody was saying something to me but I didn't want to listen. Now that it was morning and I was safe, all I wanted to do was sleep. The words were repeated to me, now a little less blurred. "______ ______ _____ _____?" "What?" I said as I opened my eyes to my counselor's very nervous expression. This was not something I wanted to wake up to. I immediately became frightened again. Now I listened carefully for him to speak again.

"Have you seen Matt Jenner? Come on Jason this is serious! Wake up!"

I hadn't seen Matt Jenner. I barely even knew the kid. He was a year younger than me and in a different cabin. Apparently a 2/10 had been called over the walky talkies. This was an emergency code used by the camp staff whenever something potentially disastrous had happened, like, say, a camper gone missing. Nobody seemed to know where he was. Not only that, but one of Matt's counselors was also missing. This wasn't of quite as much concern at the moment. As I listened to what was going on, a wave of fear suddenly overtook me. This couldn't have possibly been related to last night, could it?

Credit to: hack3r

#creepypasta #horror microfiction #creepy stories #horror fiction

[voluntaryvictim]

Play us some music, music machine! What kind of music shall I play? How about some razzmatazz? Here's some music with pizzazz!

October 23, 2020

#here it is. y'all anticipated this. #needed something special for a special occassion 😌 #still in disbelief that it's been a whole 12 months like #does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes #yeah happy birthday razzmatazz my sweet darling baby #idkhow #idkhbtfm #i dont know how but they found me #razzmatazz #flash warning #camsedits

[azaleavi]

“All of the songs are about you”

Requested by anon: Hi, first of all I want to thank you for all your amazing work that you share with us, I absolutely adore everything that you write!!! Secondly, I was wondering if I could request something with Sebastian, where reader is a famous singer and younger than him, and when they reveal their relationship, people start saying that he is only using her and he gets worried that she will leave him for someone her age. Once again, thank you! 😚

Word count: 2k

Author's note: Thank you for your kind words dear nonnie! I hope you like it.

Warning(s): language

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

Both of you being famous wasn't easy with you being a singer and Sebastian being an actor. Especially when you wanted to keep your relationship a secret and you were quite younger than him. You have been dating for a while now and you couldn't be more in love with him. He was your muse for many of your songs, but the fans didn't know that. They did notice though that you started writing more love songs than before. You got questions about it almost every day, but you never answered them. They had their speculations, but you never confirmed any of it. It might be selfish, but you wanted to keep him all to yourself and both of you agreed to wait a little more before going public. He was promoting his new movie and you didn't want people to think that you announced your relationship only to give more publicity to it. But sometimes the universe doesn't care what you want.

It was a normal day, like any other, when you were at Sebastian's house and you started craving some McDonald's. The weather was nice for the time being past 10 pm so you decided to go out to buy it instead of ordering. It was dark already so you weren't afraid that anybody would see or recognize you. It was a five minute walk from his house and you thought it would be nice have a short walk. You waited for Sebastian to lock the front door then started walking down the street hand in hand. It probably wasn't the best idea, but you really didn't think that any paparazzi would be near you. You went into the fast food place to buy what you needed, then started walking back to his place, laughing at a story he was telling you. You loved these late night walks, the dark giving you a sense of comfort.

"Baby" he stopped walking as still giggled, making you stop as well. You turned to him, eyebrows raised in question, a smile still on your face. "I love you" he blurted out, intently looking at you, waiting for your reaction. He never said it before, despite dating for almost 6 months now. You didn't say it either yet, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or rush him. After his last relationship he wanted to be extra sure when saying the three words and you understood him. Your heart skipped a few beats at his confession, the smile widening on your lips.

"I love you too, Seb." you beamed, stepping closer to him and pulling him into a hug.

"Thank god." he mumbled into your hair, making you pull away.

"What do you mean 'thank god'? How could I not feel the same way about you? Haven't you heard the songs I wrote lately?" you asked jokingly in disbelief, but knowing he didn't mean it like that.

"You know what I mean" he blushed under the light of the streetlamp.

"I do" your arms going around his neck you pulled him down into a deep kiss. When you broke apart you walked back to his house to finally eat.

What you didn't realize was that there was a paparazzi following you, getting the perfect angle of your kiss, taking a series of photos.

The next morning you were woken up by your phone essentially exploding with calls and messages. You groaned as you reached for it, barely being able to touch it as Sebastian refused to let go of your waist.

"Why is your phone waking us up at the ass crack of dawn?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know" you unlocked it to see at least 25 calls from your manager and another few from friends and family. Around the same amount of texts were sent as well, making you sit up in bed, confused. "Something is wrong." he sat up at your tone to look at your phone. You dialed your manager, putting it on speaker. She picked up right away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she almost screamed into the device, making Sebastian look at you.

"I was sleeping. It's 7 am." you explained.

"Care to tell me why is you and Sebastian kissing plastered on every news site on the internet right now?" your whole world stopped at her words.

"What did you say?" Sebastian spoke up as you were still frozen in your spot.

"Oh your partner in crime is there too? Great. I don't have to say this twice." she was being sarcastic, but you didn't care. You just wanted an explanation.

"Tell us what is happening, please" you pleaded.

"There are multiple pictures of you going around. They are claiming that they took them last night." she explained, but that wasn't enough.

"What pictures?" you asked.

"Pictures of you holding hands and kissing." you ran your hand through your hair.

"Fuck" Sebastian sighed.

"That's an understatement." you heard shuffling on the other side. "So I recommend you guys figure out what you are going to do and do it real fast because it is getting out of hand."

"Yeah, sure we will do that." he took the phone from you. "Thanks."

"Just doing my work." she ended the call with a sigh. Sebastian looked at you as you stared at your legs, deep in thought.

"Hey" he brushed his hand up your back, shaking you out of your mind.

"Yeah?" you looked at him, startled.

"We need to do something." he explained.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. What should we do? Go public? I mean we don't really have any other choice." you furrowed your brows.

"Do you want that?" he wanted you to be hundred percent okay with whatever you were going to do.

"Yes, I just hoped it wouldn't happen like this." you sighed. "Do you want that?" you asked back.

"Yes. We already talked about going public so I guess we will have to do it now." he shrugged.

"How are we doing this then?" you stood up to get dressed, getting ready for the day.

"Posting a video on TikTok?" he grinned.

"Absolutely not. We are not posting on Tiktok." you shook your head, laughing.

"So where do you want it? Facebook?" he raised his eyebrows, joking.

"No." you laughed. "I was thinking about posting a pic on Instagram." you threw out the idea. Both of you used the app a lot so it would be the best choice.

"Okay, let's find a picture." he also stood up.

"Ah-ah" you held out your hand to stop him. "You talk to your manager while I pick out a picture to post on my account and you can post one on yours if you want to. Mine is going to be a surprise." you grinned, already having one in mind. It was your favorite picture of you, taken by a friend without your knowledge. You were in a parking lot at the beach, you sitting on the hood of his car while he was standing between your legs, kissing you. There was a second picture, where you were leaning your forehead against his, both of you laughing at your friends shouting at you to get a room. Both of your faces were clearly seen on them so you decided to post both of them.

'All of the songs are about you' the caption read. In seconds your notifications were blowing up with comments from fans. You didn't want to read them, because you knew how people on the internet could get and you knew that you being younger than him would bother some of them. Sebastian came out of the bedroom to sit next to you.

"You posted it?" he asked, taking out his phone.

"Yep" you smiled. You leaned your head against his shoulder as he opened the app, waiting for his reaction. He immediately searched up your name and tapped on the photo. His thumb froze on the little heart as he read the caption. He put the phone down and grabbed your chin to pull you to his soft lips in a kiss.

"I love you." he mumbled into your lips.

"I love you too." you giggled. He pulled away to pick up the phone to leave a comment. 'If I wrote songs mine would be about you too' you snorted at it. "You are cute"

-

A few days later you had enough courage to check the comments people were leaving online. Maybe it wasn't the best idea.

'Jesus. Isn't he like 12 years older than her?? Gross'

'He is definitely using her lmao but I can't blame him, get that coin king'

'Y'all think she calls him daddy in the bedroom kjsdnhs'

'She is just using him to write songs'

There were nice comments as well, calling you cute together and wishing you well. The mean comments always stuck with you more though and you didn't want Sebastian to read them. It was enough that you went through them. Both of you were a little insecure about your age gap, but you loved each other so you helped the other through the harder times.

You got to his house and walked in as he asked you to not to knock anymore. You found him sitting on his couch, phone in hand. Hoping that he wasn't doing what you thought he was doing you sat down next to him. He had instagram open.

"Seb" you sighed, taking the phone out of his hands.

"What? I just wanted to see what they were saying." he tried to defend himself.

"You shouldn't read these." you shook your head. "So you wanna watch a movie?" you changed the subject. He agreed with your suggestion.

The movie had been playing for a half an hour when he pulled away from your cuddling.

"What if they are right?" his voice was so quiet so almost didn't hear him. You paused the movie to look at him.

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused by his sudden outburst.

"The comments saying that you could do so much better than me" he kept looking at his feet. You sat up and grabbed his chin to turn his head towards you, your heart breaking at his words. This was exactly why you didn't want him to read them.

"Baby" you sighed. "They are not right. Not even by far. I could not find anyone better than you even if I tried. But I'm not trying because I have you with me and you are the best thing that happened to me in a long time. So get that thought out of your head." you stared into his eyes to get your point across.

"But don't you want someone your age?"

"No I don't." you shook your head. "I am perfectly happy with you and I don't need anyone else." you held his cheeks between your palms. "Plus I like it that you are older." you smirked making him chuckle lightly. Climbing onto his lap you pulled him closer. "I love it that you are more experienced." you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love it that you are taller." a kiss under his ear. "I love it that you are always so so sweet to everyone you meet." a kiss on his nose. Your right hand went into his hair as your lips kissed down to his neck. "And I love the way you make me feel when it's just the two of us." you whispered into his ear, your breath hitting his skin, making him let out a moan. He grabbed your waist in a strong grip. "I love how big your hands are." you nipped at his skin on his neck earning another noise of pleasure and his fingers digging into your skin. "But most importantly" you pulled away so you could look into his eyes to show your sincerity. "I love you. All of you. With everything I have." his eyes softened as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"I love you too."

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fake dating, skz.

ot8 scenario.

content/warning(s): fake dating au, just small scenarios. some are idolverse, some aren’t. swearing, hating on jype, nagging mother. tell me if i missed something!

note: i might do full length fics for each babies. what do u guys think?

chan. —

the one where he’s being pestered by his best friend to bring a plus one to his best friend’s wedding and it can’t be a random person but someone he’s actually dating.

minho looks at chan who just whines. “please?” minho says which is unusually gentle than his nagging teasing tone. “it’s been years and i think it’s time for you to finally go back to dating.”

“i will bring someone, i promise.” chan says, smiling lightly. minho could be annoying about this whole dating thing but he knows minho just wants him to be as happy as he was before.

“not just anyone?” minho says and chan nods. “someone you’re dating.”

chan looks up, eyes widening and minho frowns. what the hell does he do? chan knows how determined minho is, he won’t stop. “hyung, jeongin’s on the verge of asking his girlfriend of marrying him and—”

“y/n.” chan cuts him off with the first name that pops in his mind causing minho to raises his eyebrow. “i’m bringing y/n.”

“i said someone you’re—” minho cuts himself off, looking at chan with his eyes widening. he looks behind, seeing you having a conversation with his fiancé probably helping her with something on the wedding as she is showing you a sample from the magazine. minho looks back to chan who looks at him nervously. “hyung?”

“two weeks.” chan lies.

“why didn’t you tell me before?” minho asks and chan shrugs.

“i.. wanted to be sure.” chan says, seeing minho’s shock expression not going away and is probably not going away anytime so soon. “but now, i’m sure.”

“then, i’ll tell my girl that y/n will sit with you.” minho says and chan nods, mumbling a thanks. when minho’s fiancé pulls away from you to go to minho, chan immediately goes to you to explain the mess he has dragged you into.

oh, how frustrated you are going to be. chan could already see it.

minho. —

the one where you two are roommates and he can’t help but overhear how your mother would always bug you about not having a boyfriend among other things, so he decides to just save your ass because deep down you’re one of the few people in his list who he would do everything for.

throughout dinner, all minho has ever heard how your mom would pick on the littlest things that you would do and not do. minho was starting to get irritated because clearly, your mother doesn’t know how much of an amazing person you are (but of course, he’d rather go to jail than let you know that). 

as minho cleans on the table, you are still by the door with your mom.

“i didn’t want to bring this up earlier right in front of your roommate because it would be humiliating,” your mother says and minho rolls his eyes. as if she hasn’t humiliated you the whole night. “but do you ever plan on having a boyfriend?”

“mom, i just graduated college. i have a lot of things to focus on, i don’t have the time—”

“well, do it faster. no one is available forever.” 

that was it. minho couldn’t hold it any longer. he just wants your mom to stop and let her know how unbelievably amazing you are. as he puts the table rug down, he loudly says, “my love, can you help me?”

you turn your head to him, looking at him and minho doesn’t do anything but shrug. “y/n, love,” he calls again, walking to you and acting as if he was surprised to see your mother is still there on the doorway. “mrs. y/l/n, i’m sorry. i thought you went off already.”

“are you two together?” your mom slowly asks and your jaw drops, minho placing his hands on your shoulders. “why didn’t you tell me?” she asks and you look at minho.

“we decided to keep it between the two of us for now.” minho says and you let out a noise, eyes widening at minho as you pull away from his hold.

“you could have just told me, you silly girl.” your mom says and you look at her. “alright, i’ll be going. you help your boyfriend with the cleaning. remember the things i told you and bring minho by the house when there’s a gathering if he’s allowed to.”

you blink. “o-okay.” you stutter, leaning forward to kiss your mom on the cheek. minho does the same and your mom smiles. “take care, ma.”

“stay safe, mrs. y/l/n.” minho says and she nods, thanking the two of you as she walks to the elevator. you shut the door, glaring at minho. damn, this is going to be a long night of scolding.

changbin. —

the one where people think he’s dating an idol and keep insisting that that person is the inspiration behind his songs but in order to not drag that other idol into the mess, he drops the name of his non-idol best friend that nobody’s ever heard of.

changbin jumps when he hears the door of his room barge open and he sees you glaring down at him. “what. the. hell?” you grit your teeth, fuming at your best friend as you glare at him. changbin whines, knowing how fucked up did he do about the whole situation.

sure, he was thinking about the other idol who he never has exchanged at least one word with but he never though about his best friend. he was.. caught up in the moment.

“y/n, i’m really sorry. i didn’t think this would bring so much chaos.”

“you think?!” 

changbin whines. he may be all buff and strong and one of the most feared in stray kids but when it comes to you, he’ll fold even before you come at him. “y/n, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t thinking. plus, you’re profession is different from us they wouldn’t just..” changbin trails off when he sees you tapping your foot impatiently. right, dispatch could be a big bitch.

“y/n,” changbin calls, standing up from his bed and walking forward to place his hands on your shoulders. “just please, go along with it? just for a few months, i promise. i wil protect you from the reporters, i swear. just.. do this favor for me, please.”

you sigh, brushing your fingers through your hair. you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him in and changbin returns the hug. “fine.” you say and changbin sigh in relief. “also, go take a bath. you stink.”

changbin laughs, kissing your temple.

hyunjin. —

the one where the company is being a huge pain in the ass by telling the two of you to pull a public stunt which is fake dating one another.

“what?” you and hyunjin said in unison. you looked at your manager in disbelief who just shrugs, shaking her head in disagreement as she turns away with a sigh.

“just for a couple of months.” the staff says in a gentle, manipulative tone. “just to get the heat off of the company.”

hyunnjin brushes his hand through his long locks, hiding his frustration even though he knows you feel the same just as he does. you sigh, putting your forehead on your palm as you close your eyes.

“it will help you with your upcoming comeback.” the staff says to you and you visibly scoff, causing your manager to lightly nudge you behind. you groan, looking away. “it will also help you with the votings and streamings.” the staff tells hyunjin and he only looks down, playing with his fingers.

silence takes over, everyone feeling your and hyunjin’s anger to the staff. but after a few minutes, hyunjin speaks up. “how many months?”

silence takes over again and you look at the woman in front of you who sighs. “12 months.” she sheepishly smiles.

“that’s a whole ass year.” you say and she smiles.

“we’ll send dispatch something tomorrow. so just be ready.” she says. “you’re dismissed.” the moment those two words left her lips, you and hyunjin immediately rose up to exit the office. when your manager closes the door, you went straight to the wall, covering your face with your hands as you lean against the wall with a groan leaving your lips.

you feel a hand on your shoulder and you look up to see the tall long haired boy. “hey.” you greet and hyunjin chuckles.

“we’ll get through this.” hyunjin encourages and you smile, holding your fist out.

“yeah, we will.” you said and hyunjin looked at your fist, blinking then back to your eyes.

“i’m going to be your boyfriend tomorrow and you’re giving me a fist bump?” hyunjin deadpans and you laugh, lightly pushing him as he laughs loudly.

jisung. —

the one where he’s your best friend and someone takes a liking on you but you’re too soft to reject someone so you randomly ask jisung to be your fake boyfriend.

“what do you want?” jisung says and you pout lightly, looking into his eyes.

“ji..” you softly call and jisung crosses his arms over his chest. “i think.. changbin’s going to confess tomorrow.”

“and?”

“i need you to swoop in and tell him we’re dating.” you say as you play on chips of his door. jisung’s eyes widen, laughing lightly as he blinks.

“come again?” jisung says and you whine, looking at him. “no!”

“why not?” you ask.

“just say you like me instead of pulling this stunt!” jisung says.

“hey, i don’t!” you say, scrunching your nose as you look down. “i just really don’t want to confront changbin about it and you know me. i’d just end up saying yes and—”

“it’s okay to say no.” jisung says but you only pout looking at him. jisung pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “y/n, i swear to god—”

“free cheesecakes as long as this goes on.”

“—you’re the bestest friend ever.”

felix. —

the one where you’ve been wanting to experience what’s it like to have a boyfriend so felix being the best friend, he lets you have the experience you deserve once you have an actual boyfriend. (got it from here.)

“lix,” you called and felix turns to you with a smile on his face. “i’m kind, right?”

“yeah,” felix answered. you truly are. whenever felix is in need of your help, you would always be there. and by always, i mean even if you’re about to do something for yourself, you’d put felix first.

“i’m not that dumb, right?” you ask.

“you’re actually really smart, y/n.” felix answers. you are. felix would always ask for your help when he’s having trouble with some subjects. and everytime you two would get into talking and there’s a test that’s to be taken by that day, felix knows you didn’t study. you never study. but how the hell do you still get high scores?

“i’m not that ugly, right?” you asked.

felix looks at you weirdly, eyebrows scrunched together as he shakes his head ‘no’. “everyone finds you extremely attractive, y/n. your beauty is simple, unlike the others.” felix says and you blush lightly, but still you want to continue with your drama.

“then why don’t i have a boyfriend?” you asked and felix just chuckles at you, continuing on doing his work. “hey,” you said with a pout. “i’m serious.”

felix softly smiles at you and places the slate and marker on his chair. “i’ll be your boyfriend,” felix answers and leans in to place a kiss on your forehead. your eyes widens, but felix continues to move as if nothing happened.

still with the soft smile on his face, felix grabs the slate and goes outside to seungmin.

seungmin. —

the one where you both decide to fake date for the sake of the annual movie fest happening in your university and the genre assigned to you is romance but seungmin, the director and you, the scriptwriter have no experience in that area which makes it hard for the two of you to bring it to life.

you softly sigh, rereading jisung’s text over and over again. seungmin gazes at you, noticing the expression that he was unable to decipher. “what did jisung say this time?” he asks and you look at him, turning the phone screen to him. seungmin reads the test and he leans on his seat, not removing his eyes on the text.

well, it’s not bad actually.

“what do you think?” seungmin asks and you shrug, softly sighing.

“it’s not a bad idea.” you softly say. “are you alright with it?”

“well, it is a good idea and we could work on it together.” seungmin says and you nod. “so, we’re doing this?”

“i guess?” you say, a bit unsure of it. you look at your wrist watch, seeing the time making you fix your things. “i have class in a few minutes, seung.”

seungmin nods, standing up as he helps you. when you sling your bag on your shoulder, he takes your laptop bag putting it on his shoulder and grabs your books as well. “what are you doing?” you ask.

“what kind of boyfriend lets his girlfriend go to class alone and on top of it, with so much bag as if she’s going to run away from home?” seungmin deadpans and you look at him.

“oh, we start now?” you mumble.

“we only have four weeks to pass the script.” seungmin says and you chuckle, nodding with a sigh.

“gosh, you need to be my boyfriend to help me with carrying my stuff.” you mumble and seungmin looks at you, pulling his tongue out.

jisung: this maybe stupid but also makes sense

jisung: date each other even just until you passed the script

jisung: just so you know what to do and stuff

jisung: just don’t fall in love

jisung: but if you do, please mention me in your wedding vows and speeches

jeongin. —

the one where he thought it would be a good idea to get his fangirls off his back by telling them he’s dating you in secret.

jeongin knocks into your apartment, giving you his charming cute smile. you raise your eyebrow, lightly chucking. “what’s up, yang?” you say, looking at him. jeongin gestures with his hands to go inside your apartment and you open your door wide to let him in.

“you know how were the bestest of friends?” jeongin asks, looking at you with his smile that not even a second did it fade.

you look at him. “no, not really.” you deadpan and jeongin sighs, frowning as he looks at you. “what do you need?”

“remember when you mentioned about the girls in uni going crazy about me?” jeongin says and you nod. “i kind of told them that i was dating someone in secret.” jeongin told you and you nod.

“you are?” you ask and jeongin shakes his head. “so you lied just to get them off your back?” you asked and jeongin nodded. “okay, so?”

“they wouldn’t let me go until i tell them who it is.” jeongin said and you nodded. jeongin just stares at you and you raise your eyebrow, not getting where the conversation is going. jeongin slowly tilts his head, staring at you and your eyes widen, hitting his arm. 

“you told them it was me?!” you exclaimed.

jeongin blinks at you. “ow?” he says and you groan.

“jeongin!”

“i know it wasn’t the smartest decision—”

“the smartest?” you repeat with emphasis because it wasn’t even smarter, it wasn’t smart. it was the dumbest. ever. “jeongin, those girls are oing to—”

“i’ll give you hyunjin hyung’s number after all of this is over.” jeongin cuts you off and you look at him. “it was obvious. he’s just... dense as fuck.”

you sigh, “you pick me up tomorrow at 7.”

“thank you, y/n!” he exclaims, hugging you as he presses your body against his. “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“alright, go home.” you say and jeongin laughs, pulling away from you. jeongin giggles, kissing your cheek as he exits your apartment to go home.

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Leave, Then

Pairing: Reader x Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Genre: Angst

She remembers a time when she had Keigo, when he was there with her to love and care and laugh and cry with. Now there’s only Hawks, cold and uncaring, with people much more important than her to worry about.

And she had just lost both

Pure angst- 

Part 2

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“You’re leaving again?” Y/N pulls the blanket around her shoulder tighter, confronting her boyfriend as he slips his shoes on and fiddles with his goggles

“Yeah, they need me for a mission.” Keigo says without glancing at her, checking his gear. There’s silence for a few seconds in the living room, with Y/N standing there in disbelief.

“You just came back yesterday though...” It was true. He had come back only yesterday, tired as hell. After a month of not seeing him, not hearing from him because god forbid he be allowed to let her know he was okay, Y/N only got him for a few hours? It was frustrating. The past few months had been frustrating, filled with lonely meals, a bed that felt too big and an empty house.

“Yeah, well...villains don’t exactly wait, babe.”

“Don’t they have other people? Why does it have to be you?”

“What do you mean?” He stops checking himself over, and turns to her, eyebrow raised.

“Are you serious?” she asks in disbelief. “Keigo, I’ve only seen you for, what, 12 hours? After a whole month, you’ve only been here for 12 hours and you're already leaving again?”

“Y/N, they need me.” He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m not having this useless argument right now.” He turns, but is stopped by Y/N grabbing his arm.

“What about me, Keigo? I need you too!” She exclaims, blanket forgotten on the ground a bit away.

“Stop it. You know how busy I am!” he argues in annoyance, snatching his arm back.

“I do! I know too well! I’m the one who sits here the whole time wondering if I’ll ever see you alive again!” Her eyes turn glassy, but she refuses to let her tears fall.

“You know what you were getting yourself into! I’m the number two hero, Y/N, one of the best. Of course I’m going to be on a dangerous mission. I can’t risk you distracting me there.” He realises his mistake the moment the words leave him mouth, sees the flash of hurt in her eyes, but he’s too frustrated to do anything about it. Didn’t she see how hard he was working?

“That’s all I am, then? A distraction?!” She yells, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. The words hurt like hell, stung harshly.

“Right now, yes! I can’t just sit around with you all the time! I have more important things to do, like saving lives.” he yells back, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not asking you to be here all the time.” She refuses to acknowledge her tears. “All I’m asking is that you spend some time with me! You’re neglecting our relationship, Keigo! It feels like I’m the only one trying here! I never see you anymore, for months on end, I don’t know if or when you’re coming back, and that hurts! It hurts so fucking much.”

“Why the hell can’t you just be supportive for once?!”

“I am supportive. I‘ve been supportive for the past 3 years, Keigo!” She exclaims, a small sob escaping her.

“Clearly not! You’re being selfish. Other people need me, and I’m going to help them. End of discussion.” He shouts, turning around. Y/N stares at his back in disbelief as he walks towards the door.

“You’re leaving then? Will I not see you again for months, now?” She asks, her voice shaking slightly.

No response from him.

She takes a deep breath and holds onto her own arms, her fingers digging into her skin.

“Fine. But I’m not going to promise I’ll still be here waiting for you.” His hand freezes on the doorknob. It feels like someone’s dumped a bucket of ice water over him. He spins around quickly, just in time to hear the door to their bedroom slam. Keigo takes a step towards the room, before his phone goes off in his pocket.

He needed to go. Letting his outstretched hand fall to his side, he takes a deep breath and pushes down the feelings of despair. He turns the doorknob and leaves. He was Hawks. People were depending on him.

Y/N breaks when she hears the front door shut. She cries and sobs to herself. She was done with this. She was done living on edge and hurting and arguing. She was done.

This was Hawks, not Keigo.

Not her sweet Keigo who took her out for midnight flights, wrapping her in his arms while he flew through the sky. Not her Keigo that stayed up with her through the night when she had nightmares, who took days off to look after her when she was hurt or sick.

This was Hawks. Cold and uncaring to her feelings. Hawks the number two hero. Hawks who had people much more important than her to worry about.

She had lost both.

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