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seijorhi · 4 years

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How about a lil overhaul? Maybe his s/o is just someone from america on a trip and cant speak japanese. But he is like. Mine. She was quirkless and was coming to visit Japan to see a family member. Maybe that family member sold her to overhaul to pay off a debt? She is just so confused and cant understand most of the people here, she wants to go back to America.

So I kinda went a little off track with this request, but I hope you like it!

Overhaul x Reader

TW kidnapping, murder, minor blood/gore

Collateral

It’s a bit of a surprise the day that you get your ticket in the mail. You’ve never been particularly close with your uncle. It’s not that you don’t like him or anything, it’s just… you don’t really know him. He’s lived on the other side of the Pacific Ocean since long before you were born, and you’ve only met him face to face a handful of times.

And now he wants you - just you - to come stay with him for a little while. As long as you want, the return ticket’s flexible, the email says.

Your family’s just as flummoxed as you, he and your dad have never exactly been close - something about a big fallout when they were younger, but he’s the one to convince you to go.

“Your uncle hasn’t exactly had the easiest life, sweetheart. He’s all alone over there, has been for a long, long time and he’s made a lot of bad decisions in the past but… you’re his only niece,” he sighs, cupping your cheek with a sad smile. “Maybe he wants a fresh start, to build a relationship with you - he’s missed so much of your life.”

It’s not so much his words that get to you, but the wistful look in his eyes as he says them. Your heart aches for him, for them both, and you find yourself nodding along.

A trip to Japan sounds nice.

Getting to know your uncle sounds even nicer.

A week later, you’re on the plane flying over the Pacific, the nerves in your stomach growing with each mile that passes beneath you.

It’ll be fine, you reason, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from your skirt as the plane starts its descent into Tokyo. Things might be a little awkward at first, but your uncle wouldn’t have invited you if he didn’t want to make a genuine effort, and your parents were only a phone call away if anything went wrong.

Not that anything would. He’s family - that means something.

“If it gets too much, you can always come home,” your dad had whispered as you bid him farewell at the gate.

But when you get off the plane, grab your luggage and make your way out through the gate, there’s no sign of your uncle standing in the crowd. You frown, scanning the arrivals hall again - he called your parents yesterday to tell them he’d be picking you up from the airport.

A flutter of uneasiness teases at your gut, but you force yourself to keep the smile on your face as you continue to scour the throng of waiting friends and family. You did land a little ahead of schedule, and getting through customs had taken less time than you thought, maybe he was just running late, or trying to find a park. Your uncle had given you a phone number to call if anything went wrong but… you don’t want to come across as panicky. It’s only been a few minutes, after all.

You’re so focused on trying to find him that you almost miss the crisply dressed driver holding a sign with your name just by the sliding doors. He doesn’t say anything when you approach cautiously, eyes still darting around like you’re expecting to see your uncle behind him. He doesn’t look like what you expected - not that you were expecting a driver at all - but the clearly expensive black suit and blank stare as he regards you are a little… off putting, to say the least. From your understanding your uncle wasn’t exactly made of money, so why send a driver at all?

“Um, hi… I’m Y/N, did my uncle send you? I-is he not coming?” you say, praying that the man understands English and you’re not making an idiot out of yourself.

The driver nods sharply, “He was unable to collect you himself.”

Oh.

Your smile falters just a touch, but you find yourself nodding out of politeness. It’s fine. You have all the time in the world to spend with your uncle. “Oh, alright. Um-”

The driver grabs the suitcase from your side before you can stop him, turning abruptly on his heel and walking away, leaving you to rush after him, cheeks dusting pink.

Except the driver doesn’t take you to the small apartment on the outskirts of the city your uncle had told you about.

***

You’ve never been more terrified in your life.

It’s been a week, you think - it’s hard to tell when the room they keep you in doesn’t have any windows and the food they deliver doesn’t come at regular intervals.

A week since the driver pulled you shaking from the back seat of the black and manhandled you inside a dark warehouse. A week since you met him.

You still don’t know his name.

He’s the boss - you’ve figured that much out at least. He was the one whose feet you were tossed at when you arrived - shaking, crying and pleading.

You can still remember the chill that crept up your spine as those impassive gold eyes stared at you, his mouth hidden behind that ridiculous plague mask. Sitting on an old, worn leather couch, dressed in all black save for the grey tie around his neck and the white surgical gloves on his hands, what startled you the most (aside from the mask) was how young he was - he couldn’t have been more than a year or so older than you at the most, and yet every single person in the warehouse was staring at him with the utmost respect.

He’d ignored your tears and the trembling questions that had fallen from your lips as he’d stood and walked a slow circle around you, eyes running you up and down like a vulture eyeing off its prey. He hadn’t touched you, only gesturing once for his subordinates to wrestle you back up into a standing position before he finished his apparent appraisal.

When he’d spoken it was an order barked coldly in Japanese, but his eyes had flickered back to you as hands had gripped your arms, and in the split second before you were tugged from the room, you could have sworn that there was the faintest hint of dark pleasure shining through.

He’s come to visit you a few times since. He always keeps his distance, sitting on the sole chair in your sterile room as you huddled up on the bed like a frightened kitten, putting as much space between the two of you as possible.

He seems to enjoy that; your fear.

It’s the second time he comes to visit that he starts to talk to you - not in English, no, despite you making it abundantly clear you had absolutely no understanding of the language beyond a few conversational phrases, he only ever speaks Japanese.

He seems to enjoy that too - the blank, nervous look in your eyes whenever he starts to speak with you. His tone could be considered light and friendly, conversational almost, if not for the cruel edge to his words that transcends the language barrier - with every word he’s mocking you, and he wants you to know it.

The first time you leave your sterile room it’s when two of his masked entourage come to take you up into what looks like a surgical suite. There’s a man strapped to a gurney under a bright operating light sobbing, thrashing fruitlessly against his binds and immediately there’s a wave of dread that floods your stomach. The two men who took you hold you firmly in place by your shoulders, but you can’t help but jump a little when that familiar voice starts to speak.

He comes out of the shadows, golden eyes fixed solely on you. It’s a speech of some sort, though whether it’s for your benefit, his followers’ or the now screaming man’s before him you honestly don’t know. Sweat builds at your temple as the masked leader lifts his hands and slowly tugs off the white surgical gloves.

You don’t know what’s about to happen, only that you desperately want to stop it. One of the men behind you chuckles and you bite your lip to stifle a cry - there’s no point, you can’t move, you can’t escape this - whatever it is that’s about to happen.

The screams reach fever pitch, the man thrashing hard enough to make the gurney shake, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference. Your heart skips a beat as the auburn haired leader stares dispassionately down at him and with a sigh - places his bare palm against his flesh.

The result is instantaneous.

The scream cuts off. Blood splatters over the walls, over you, as the man is simply, brutally, torn apart by the Quirk.

And all the while, the monster simply watches you.

You understand him perfectly this time. It’s a demonstration, a reminder of why one so young sits at the head of an illicit organisation and what exactly the punishment might be should you fail to remember that.

They take you for a shower afterwards, and you’ve never been more grateful for it. You scrub at your skin until it's raw, desperately trying to wash the taint of blood from your skin. It doesn’t seem to make a difference, it stays with you every time you close your eyes.

You cry yourself to sleep that night, clutching tightly at the thin, blanket you’d been given and thinking desperately of home and your family.

He’s sitting in the same plastic chair when you wake up, except this time it’s been pulled up right beside the bed. He regards you silently for a moment, watching as your eyes widen and fear slowly creeps across your features, but you don’t flinch, you don’t try and scamper away. You only pull the blanket up slightly, as if to protect what last vestiges of modesty you have from him.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asks in flawless English.

You jerk back in surprise. He-

What?!

Of course he speaks English. Of course his continued insistence on speaking a language you didn’t understand was nothing more than a ploy to make you feel vulnerable and inferior.

Utterly isolated.

A spark of anger flashes through you, but you quickly tamp it down, the memory of blood and disassembled body parts all too fresh in your mind.

He seems to be waiting for an answer to his question, so you give a minute nod. You’ve been here long enough to put the puzzle pieces together.

“Your uncle managed to rack up quite the impressive debt from us - a debt he couldn’t pay when it came due. He offered us you, his niece, instead. A pretty, young American girl, Quirkless… pure,” he sighs.

Each word hits you like a slap in the face and you can feel the unshed tears stinging in the corners of your eyes. It’s nothing you haven’t already figured out, but to be confronted with the truth, that your own flesh and blood (however estranged) had sold you out to save his skin, hurts more than you care to admit.

Oblivious to your internal suffering, or maybe just indifferent to it, your captor continues. “I had planned on selling you. You’d be surprised what some of the degenerate filth in this city would be willing to pay for some beautiful, defenceless, foreign doll for them to stick their cocks into.”

Something close to amusement flickers in his eyes and he laughs as your face blanches in mute horror. He leans forward, gloved hands reaching for your face and you freeze with a choked gasp-

But he merely brushes at your cheek with the back of his knuckles, collecting a single stray tear that had slipped from your eyes without you even realising. “You don’t need to look so worried, Y/N. I thought you would have realised by now - you’re not going anywhere, you’re mine, and I’ve figured out a much better use for you.” It’s hard to tell with the gaudy mask obscuring half his face, but you could swear that beneath it all, your captor’s grinning. “My pretty little pet.”

#yandere bnha #yandere overhaul #yandere overhaul x reader #yandere chisaki kai x reader #yandere chisaki kai #yandere mha #my writing #overhaul #yandere fic #tw kidnapping #tw murder #tw minor blood/gore #request #zombi-vomit

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Being Tim’s sister and falling in love with Brian would include~

(My mediocre gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Tw//Abuse)

- Growing up in the Cavanaugh household was not easy, in fact, it was the farthest thing from. You’d been born two years after Tim, making you the baby of the household …though that sentiment seemed to be held only by your older brother.

- As much as he was in and out of prison, you could vividly recall your childhood living alongside the monster that you called your father. You could recall all the bruises, cuts, scrapes. All the yelling and insults that became commonplace in your life. All the wishing for a day when he was arrested for good, a day he just up and left, …a day where he died.

- Tim had always tried to protect you from him the best he could but there was little he could do if your father was intent on “punishing” you. So, while your brother certainly took the brunt of your fathers aggression, you still weren’t completely safe from the man.

- Your brother was your protector, your only real family and the one person who you could depend on; and you were his. You cared for, plotted with, bandaged, and loved each other. Through thick and thin, for better or for worse, you had each others backs.

- So, no matter what decisions your brother made, you had his back.

- As you got older, Tim grew more resentful. He became prone to lashing out; became more prejudiced. And though you still hated that aggressive side of him, you could at least understand why he acted that way. You knew that it wasn’t all his fault, but most of all, you knew he would never hurt you.

- Rather than follow in your brothers; or your fathers, footsteps, you became the opposite. You became shy, kind, patient. You spent your entire life molding yourself into something that was as far from your fathers image as you could be.

- It’s because of this, that you first befriend Brian.

- You were the first person to offer your help as he struggled to navigate his way through the halls on the first day of classes. He likes you the minute you introduce yourself and you him.

- It’s only later that Brian learns “the catch”. That the damn near perfect girl who he’s fallen for almost instantly is actually the sister of the biggest asshole in school. Just his luck.

- Things only get worse when Tim notices the boy hanging around his “kid” sister. Tim doesn’t like any guys becoming friendly with you, least of all older, Jewish guys.

- Now normally, Tim would “have a talk” with whoever was sniffing around you and that would be that, but Brian wasn’t going to give up on having you in his life that easily. He wasn’t going to let your brother win.

- Thankfully though, Brian doesn’t actually want to cause any trouble so the minute you ask to just keep your friendship a secret, he agrees. So you continue to see each other and soon enough, you realize; with great hesitance, that you’re actually falling in love with the boy.

- Now, to any other girl your age, this would have been nothing; maybe a little awkward or nerve-wracking but nothing too serious. To you, it was the worst thing that could happen.

- You knew that if Brian returned your affections; which you were almost certain he did, and you became a couple, you wouldn’t be able to hide it from your brother. And you weren’t ready for how your brother would respond to that news. You weren’t ready at all.

- Like I said before: you’re almost certain Brian loves you just as much as you love him. There’s been more than a few times where you’ve come close to confessing, to kissing, and you’re sure that if you were to do so for real; you wouldn’t be able to refuse a relationship with him. So you try your best to avoid those moments.

- But you can only deny your feelings for so long until you’re forced to confess them. And that very thing happens the night Brian finally learns about the way your father treats you. He tells you he cares about you, that he loves you, and you cant help but tearfully admit the same.

- Knowing that; at least to you, it’s the right thing to do, you tearfully explain everything to your brother and, albeit initially begrudgingly, he accepts your relationship.

- It’s not long after that your father; unfortunately, learns about your secret romance with the boy.

- It all comes to a head the night of homecoming. Brian had asked you to go with him and you’d eagerly agreed, knowing that your father would be out for the night …should have been out for the night.

- Granted, he had been, but just as you were pulling away from your house in Brian's shining red car, you could hear the roar of your fathers motorcycle pulling up behind you.

- You hoped and prayed that he hadn’t noticed you but alas, that wasn’t the case. Midway through homecoming, your drunken father arrived and roughly pulled you from your dance with the boy, cruelly taunting him as he kept you pushed behind him.

- Brian sat and took the abuse up until you tried to intervene and your father took a swing at you. He immediately moved to defend you before your brother appeared, pushing the boy back and pulling you behind him as he finally stood up to your father.

- After everything simmers down and your father retreats from the dance, you run to your brothers side and begin to dab at his bloodied lip, making sure he’s alright as his friends offer their homes to you.

- Soon after, Mickey arrives all bloodied up and everyone readies themselves to get their revenge on Porky. Brian convinces you to hitch a ride with some of the other girls so that you’re not in the line of fire and as you’re buckling up, you take notice of your brother joining the boy in his car.

- As you watch them begin to laugh with each other, you smile to yourself, knowing that you finally, truly have your brothers blessing.

#tw:abuse #tw//abuse #Brian Schwartz #brian schwartz imagine #porkys imagine #Brian Schwartz imagines #Brian Schwartz headcanons #Brian Schwartz headcanon #porkys imagines #porkys headcanons #porkys headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagines

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definitelynotabanana · 2 years

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idk stuff about that au sleep deprived me made

okay so there’s like a lot of fluff and a little bit of angst at the beginning, then if/when the fun gang encounter the knight there’s a lot of angst followed by some fluff.

also here’s some headcanons that you should keep in mind for the au:

monsters turn to dust still

the knight is an outcast in the light world

in this au specifically, the darkners age a bit slower than lightners. (3 darkner years=4 lightner years)

Ralsei meets the Knight when he’s like 6 years old and the Knight is in 2nd grade (they’re 1 year older than ralsei) after the Knight somehow manages to get into the supply closet. (the knight is afraid of the dark prior to meeting ralsei, they went in the closet for a dare.)

the knight and ralsei introduce themselves after a bit of terrified screeching. i mean what else are you supposed to do when you see some random goat wandering about in an otherwise empty town? not to mention the town is dusty. ralsei explains no, he did not kill a whole town.

please note at this point ralsei doesn’t have his hat or scarf, he just has a green dress with an upside-down spade and some green glasses.

the knight and ralsei meet up a bunch after school, the knight even started skipping classes before they got scolded by ralsei.

sometimes they study together, and when the knight learned how to open dark fountains, everything started going downhill.

the knight wanted to open dark fountains so that ralsei had some darkner friends to keep him company while the knight was at home or in class. neither of them know what the Roaring is.

ralsei learns about the legend and talks about how the angel’s heaven looks like a dark fountain, but the knight points out it doesn’t look anything like one.

by now it’s ralsei’s 8th birthday and the knight is 10 2/3 years old. the knight makes ralsei a scarf after his mother taught them to knit. at this point ralsei looks like a smaller version of his chapter 2 self without horns.

the knight mentions ralsei’s mullet hairstyle and ralsei says that its not like he can cut the back without hurting himself and not making it look horrendous. the knight offers to cut it and ralsei agrees (though it grows back by chapter 1)

the knight eventually moves away, and ralsei soon discovers the Roaring and realizes the knight could cause a huge disturbance in the balance if the Delta Warriors don’t come soon.

the knight eventually moves back when they’re older and can afford a house.

ralsei...somehow obtains a hat??? idk how, but then again he did make like 3 rooms presumably by himself so??? maybe he can just...summon things? but he doesn’t usually??

anyway here have what would presumably happen during the encounter with the fun gang and the knight (normal route) except i cant actually write characters that arent mine

so if the party decided to attack the knight, ralsei’s attacks are slightly weaker than they should be, and when their hp drops to 0%, ralsei pulls a spade king cutscene and heals the knight. the knight attempts to stop the fun gang from sealing the fountain, but doesn’t want to hurt ralsei.

ralsei asks why the knight is opening so many fountains and the knight says that they’re doing it for him.

ralsei asks the knight why they want to end the world so much-and why the knight would even think to do it “for Ralsei”-and the knight doesn’t even know about the freaking Roaring because Ralsei only discovered it after the knight left and it’s not like the light world talks about the dark world at all and no other darkners know about the Roaring so they couldn’t learn it from any other source.

the knight is offered a room in Castle Town after Kris seals the fountain, and the knight accepts. kris seals the fountain, big reveal for the knight, they all go to castle town, and yeah. everybody’s happy and all the bosses get to talk to the knight again.

idk what would happen on the weird route though.

#deltarune ralsei #ralsei #deltarune #deltarune au #this is a whole post for an au that i don't even have a name for

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drowning-rats-in-fandoms · 3 years

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Y/N is an intelligence officer on Ren's ship and he always goes to her before missions

When she first gets hired, she always has the mission information sent to him as early as possible

During the debriefing missions, she has the balls to corrent and add information that aas left out or wrong

It's almost always directed to Hux

Kylo enjoys watching someone else irritate Hux by doing their job

When the missions became more sporadic and information was being brought in left and right, Y/N moved her living quarters closer to Kylo's and Hux's living quarters so when she needs to present the information, she goes to them any hour of the day

Hux hates it, wishing to fire her. He know how important she is to the First Order, so he can't

Kylo doesn't care what time she delivers information. Y/N isnt like the guards that stumble over their words and take for ever to relay information

Y/N shows up (after sometime she is given Kylo's code of access to his quarters), hands him her data pad, and leaves.

Hux get an older model of data pads, Kylo gets her own. Her information is all stored on those two devices

Kylo always returns her pad to the table in her quarters. Hux never seeks Y/N out to give it back.

One mission in particular was stressful

On both their ends

Y/N has a translator implanted in her brain to allow her to read and decipher words

During the mission debrief, Hux suggested that Y/N should go along since she mentioned one(1) time that she is one of the only people able to decipher those words

Kylo immediately rejected, having grown fold of his coworker, not romantically of course

"Commander Ren, General Hux is correct. I should go on the mission."

"You have no field training, you'll hold us back. We can just send you video of the dialect." He thought he had a point

"I remember you forgetting to ask what my previous job was commander, may I fill you in?" She snaps right back, General Hux smirking that she is now attacking Ren instead of him.

"Please, enlighten me." Kylo leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. She was nothing more than a brain.

Y/N untucked her uniform to show a gnarly scar lacerating her entire side.

"That was my last bounty hunting job I did with a mandalorian. Saved his skin and his ship. Left me for dead. General Hux has been watching me for a while to recruit me, saw his chance." Y/N would never credit Hex with saving her life, even though they both knew it.

"I know my way around any weapon you give me. I'll do my job and stay out of your way." She sits down in her seat, readjusting her clothes.

Kylo sits there for a moment, empathetic for her, his mask not showing it.

"Report at the hanger at 0600 tomorrow. Stop by the arsenal to pick a weapon." Kylo then leaves in a rush, the meeting quickly adjourned

Never

Left

Her

Side

The crypt was filled with strange coffins, some decorated, some not.

Cobwebs and rodents fill the place, Commander Ren taking lead and eliminating the distractions.

Any rune Y/N would see, she would decipher, hoping to point her commander in the correct direction.

Once they get to the end of the tunnel, a bare wall is presented to them.

Kylo ignited is Saber and was about to destroy the wall when Y/N shouted for him to stop.

The urgency in his voice made him hesitate, the hand on his arm guiding the saber close to the made him stop. He allowed her to hover his saber closer to the wall, her hand warm though his field clothes.

Then he saw it.

The heirogliphs showed faintly though the light of the Kyber crystal, the regular lights not doing anthing.

"Lights off. Now." The 4 storm troopers accompanying them complied, turning the hallway dark except for the glowing red saber.

The wall completely illuminated with glyphs, making Y/N gasp.

"What is it?" Kylo asked, his mask trained on her astonished face

"You found it. What your looking for is on the other side. I just need to find a way in." Her voice is low, focused. Kylo saw that she was in her environment, adrenaline rushing through her veins allowed for a quicker deciphering.

Her hands voided the saber in weird movement along the wall, allowing for her to read.

Kylo noticed everything about her, the way she bit her cheek when her breathing picked up, her eyes flickering to him fir a moment before continuing to read. Her grip on his forearm tightens as she holds her breath, hovering over the last hieroglyph.

Y/N let's go of Kylo's arm and takes a step back, creating professional spacing.

"In short, you actually have to stable the wall. In long, you can only stab it in one spot. Only you can see the spot using the force. Dont ask me how, it never said." Y/N steps back with the troopers, allowing Kylo to do his thing.

He nods his head to her, she nods back, her face blank.

Kylo turns to the wall, closes his eye, feeling for the weak spot. He grows frustrated when he cant find it, letting out a huff.

"What do you feel." You.

"There is no weakness in the wall." His voice is strained though the modulator, trying to not last out.

"Maybe the wall is all weak and you need to look for the strong spot. Breaking that should weaken the hold on the weak spots, allowing the wall to crumble." She sounded so close to him, like it was only them.

Kylo focuses on the calm in her tone of voice, allowing him to concentrate on his objective.

Not even seconds later, he finds it, the spot is in the direct center of the wall.

"The keystone." He whispers, the modulator garbling the word.

He reposition his last connection to his grandfather, the helmet being completely destroyed by Supreme Leader Snoke. Kylo drives the blade through the spot, the wall immediately shaking.

Two strong hands grab his robes and pull him out of the stones impact, the small group watching the wall shift and change.

Larger pieces of rock fall as the smaller ones swirl in a circle, assembling themselves in the doorway behind the wall.

The door opens to reveal a corpse cradling a book to its chest.

Kylo immediately rips the book from the corpse's grasp before Y/N could stop him.

"Is that what you need?" Chills run down her spine as the entire crypt turns silent.

Too silent.

"Yes." He turns back to her, handing the text to Y/N, allowing her to out it in her book bag.

Before the mission he pulled her aside. Her job is to translate and to protect the text. His job was to get them in and get them out. They agreed.

Y/N facial expression and the sense of dread Kylo could read on her told him to move quickly.

"Stay behind me. Make sure she doesnt get hit." He points to the respectful groups before charging off into the darkness.

Y/N asks the trooper to turn their lights back on to help them see their way back.

Not everyone has the force to guide them.

Everyone did their jobs, quickly and quietly. The six moved through the crypt, moving up from the deep dungeons.

Once they get to the first open area, they were ambushed. Reanimated skeletons, strange tan creatures, and those damn rats attacked the group.

Y/N drew her sword, charging it. She stayed relatively near the middle of the room, not seating out a fight.

Kylo Ren sliced and diced through the enemies, keeping an eyes on Y/N. The troopers shot down the rats with surprising accuracy. Kylo took care of everything else.

Until two yellow monster slipped from the main group and attacked Y/N from infront and behind.

Kylo quickly eliminated the rest of his threats and watched in awe as Y/N gracefully finished the fight.

Her kicked the one infront of her, throwing him on his back. She quickly pivots, her sword cutting up through the stomach, and down across its head. Before the second monster can register what happened, Y/N turned again, finishing off the first monster with a quick decapitation.

She quickly disarms her sword, reattached it to her back, and looked at the other 5 people in her group.

"They said that more are on their way. We need to leave. Now." It took Kylo a sweet second to put his ass in gear and steer his group out of the crypt, not meeting any more strange creatures.

Once in hyperspace, Y/N stands behind Kylo's chair, watching the stars.

"How did you hear them communicate? None of them spoke." Kylo was watching her through the reflection of the window, further respect for his colleague bloomed in his mind.

"The rats were actually in charge. The yellow creatures, called voulnders, were allowed to live in and around the crypts. Their exchange was that the Voulnders were to reanimate the corpses with their magic when their temple was under attack."

"They said all of that?" Kylo turned in his seat, Y/N already standing far enough away to not get hit.

"The wall that you hit showed the pact that those two creatures made. It also showed how to get in. Only a might warrior could." There was a pause before Y/N spoke again.

"Don't let that go to your head." She then walked out of the room.

Over the years, the two grew closer.

Sparring, talking, planning missions. Everything platonic.

When Kylo cant sleep because of the nightmares caused by Snoke, he'd go into Y/N's room, falling alseep on her couch, in view of her bed.

"If you like my couch so much, why not move it to your room." Y/N asks one morning, handing Kylo his caf.

"It's not the couch that puts me to sleep." His voice is low, eyes dropping to the ground.

Y/N hand cups his chin, lifting his eyes to meet hers. Her gentile smile puts him at ease.

Y/N remembers the first time she saw him without the mask.

It was a few nights in after relentless nightmares, the first time Kylo slept in Y/N's room.

He was half asleep, running on caf and a few minutes of sleep. Everyone on the ship could sense his worsening mood, assuming that it was from the last failed mission.

It was a repercussion of it, Snoke filling everyone involved in the mission with thoughts of dread.

Y/N hid it suprising well when on the command deck, doing her job.

But now, in the middle of the night, she knew she looked like shit.

When her commander knocked on her door, she rolled out of bed, her hair in a loose braid, her body clad in a pair of over sized black training shots and shirt.

Her commander was dressed similarly. She recognized the drained look in his eyes from her own.

She stepped aside to let him in her space, her eyes never leaving the constipation of beauty marks on his face.

Y/N shut off her night, resetting their automatic switch.

She grabs Kylo's bare arm and leads him to bed. She lies on her back, and she pulls him into her, his head resting on her stomach.

Kylo didnt right against her, his mind not raising any alarms.

Once her hands started to play with his hair, Kylo was out.

Y/N stayed awake a little longer, enjoying how soft and smooth her Commander's hair is. She falls asleep, her hands still tangled in his hair.

She woke up first at the rising of the dim lights, she took her time to wake up, enjoying the presence of another body against hers.

Kylo's breathing was still even as she replaced her body with her pillow.

Y/N went to her closet, pulled out her repaired bounty hunting armour, the silver beskar reminding her of painful memories of her old partner.

She changes quickly, keeping an eye on the commander in her bed.

"where are you going?" His voice asks, not removing his head from your pillow.

"To fix our problem."

"Snoke doesnt respond well to asking nicely."

"Oh, that's not why in going to Snoke. Go back to sleep if you can Commander. You need it." He seemed to get only a few hours of sleep last night.

Y/N straps the rest of her weapons to her body, her rifle sliding easily over her back. Her viroblade in the holster at her waist.

She tucks the bucket in her arm, looking at Kylo one last time before going on her first line mission during her First Order Career.

It wont be her last.

It only took her two days, the bounty hunter returning to Snoke with a head and the correct location of the cargo.

"How do you know its correct?" Snoke leans in his chair, observing the cleanly severed head at his feet.

"This tracker." Her voice is modulated, she throws the red chip to her Supreme Leader.

Snoke catches it, hums in approval.

"You have a new job. We have a suitable replacement for you."

Commander Y/N Y/L/N, leader of the bounties hunters and scouts of the first order.

The nightmares stopped

Missions became more successful

Kylo still couldn't sleep without being in the presence of Y/N. Her calm attitude put him at ease enough to fall asleep.

#star wars #kylo ren #reader insert #references of the mandalorian #bounty hunter #adventures #slow burn #professional to platonic to romantic #soft!kylo #rage!kylo #sassy!kylo #Kylo Ren is hopelessly in love #reader has a back bone

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mysteryartisticwriter · 4 years

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The Siren // Jack Kline X Reader

A/N: I really wish they did more with sirens because they were some of my favorite monsters and mine would honestly take the form of Tom Holland lmfao. I got this amazing request so I hope you guys enjoy!

TAKES PLACE MIDDLE OF SEASON 13 (CAS IS ALIVE AND JACK IS WITH THEM)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Yes // hello there! so you remember sirens that could take the form of your perfect guy or whatever? do you think you could write something where me and the boys are hunting a siren and it takes the form of jack?? if you cant then it’s completely fine! thx!!

Warnings: Blood, dead ugly body, almost killing the jackaboy

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

The hunt was supposed to be quick and painless. Nothing to worry about. A siren had gone loose in a town in Wyoming so the five of you went to go after it.

You’ve only encountered a siren once before and it was not pretty. The victim almost sliced you in half because of it, but luckily Sam managed to finish it off.

This time, it was not so easy. The last victim was already dead so the boys sent you out as bait to lure in the monster, much to Jack’s dismay.

“I don’t understand why (Y/n) must act as bait. Can’t we just use another method?” Jack asked.

Dean sighed. “Listen kid, (Y/n) willingly chose to be bait. It isn’t gonna take long so just calm down.”

“It’s okay, Jack.” You smiled to him. “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

Hesitantly, your best friend went along with it.

The plan was that you would head into a bar and wait there for an attractive person to approach you, that being the siren, then you would lure it out to an alleyway so the boys could kill it.

It was going pretty well so far. The bar was filled with several people but no one (besides a couple of dudes) had come up to you yet. You sighed as you downed your third shot of the night.

You took out your phone and began to text the boys - who waited outside - that the siren was probably not even at the bar. The whole night practically being a waste.

But a tap on your shoulder got your attention so you turned to find Jack standing there.

“Hello (Y/n).” He had his regular cute smile.

“Jack? What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be waiting with the guys outside?” You asked him, confused.

Jack just lightly chuckled.

“I was but...I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Wait for what?”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you but I didn’t want to say it in front of the others.”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. We’re best friends, remember?”

“That’s what I want to change. I’m-I’m in love with you, (Y/n). I want to spent the rest of my life with you and live every single moment with you!” He confessed.

You were definitely shocked to say the least. Jack was always your best friend, someone you could always count on forever but...a part of you thought you two could always be more.

“Jack...I-I don’t even know what to say...” You trailed off, trying to find the right words to explain how you felt.

“You don’t need to say anything.”

With that, Jack leaned forward and connected your two pairs of lips together. You closed your eyes and tugged on his shirt to bring him even closer to you.

Jack surprised you by pushing his tongue into your mouth. You were startled but instantly replied back by doing the same thing to him. Your kiss only lasted for a few moments but you wanted it to last forever, you basically whined when he released your lips.

Jack chuckled. “We can do more of that after this, okay?”

You nodded, dreamily.

“But there’s one more thing left to do. And I need you to finish it before we live the rest of our lives together.” Jack’s eyes were serious.

“Anything. I’ll make sure everything is perfect for us, Jack.” You told him.

“You still need to kill the siren. Don’t worry, the others tracked him down but you need to kill it before it kills me or you.” Jack held your hands in his own. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then you have to kill the siren. It’ll look just like me but don’t be fooled, it’s just the siren playing tricks on you! And if you need to, get rid of anyone who stands in the way.”

You nodded numbly at every word he was saying, your mind still wrapped around the love of your life.

“I will, Jack. I’ll kill the siren and everyone else who stands in the way of our love!”

Jack, Castiel and the Winchesters waited for any text to indicate that you were leaving the bar or anything of the siren.

Jack stood impatiently in his spot, worried about you.

“We shouldn’t have let her go in there alone. One of us should have stayed with her.” Jack said anxiously.

“(Y/n) can take care of herself, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.” Sam tried to comfort him.

Jack was about to reply when he saw you exiting the bar. You turned into the alleyway you were supposed to lead the siren to but no one else followed. Concerned, Jack went after you and ignored the calls from his father and friends.

Once he saw you, Jack called out, “(Y/n)!”

You slowly turned around and saw Jack- or the siren as you thought.

“I was very worried about you. You were in there for almost two hours and 38 minutes so I was afraid something happened to you. Where is the siren?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, siren.” You sneered at him.

“What? I’m not the-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you lunged at Jack with your bronze dagger. You went to stab him again but he kept managing to dodge all of your attacks.

You began to grow angry and frustrated with him. You just wanted to kill it and go on with your life with Jack. But the siren/Jack was not letting you have it.

By now, the three older men had caught up to you two and Cas managed to push you away.

“Cas, what are you doing? I need to kill the siren!” You exclaimed, feeling betrayed by your friend.

“That is not the siren. You are infected by the siren’s venom. Snap out of it!”

“Oh, I’m afraid she really can’t.”

The four men turned to see the siren as Jack at the end of the alleyway. He was smirking and the real Jack growled at the imposter.

“Kill them, (Y/n). So we can finally be safe and together.” The siren said softly.

You nodded with determination and began to charge towards Cas and Jack while the two brothers took care of the siren.

You continued to try to stab and kill Jack without even realizing it. Almost coming close several times. Jack just blocked and dodged your attacks, not wanting to hurt you with his powers.

“(Y/n)! It’s me, Jack!”

“Liar! You can’t trick me!”

You slashed your knife to him again, cutting the front of his shirt. It was a big cut but luckily, there was no blood.

“Jack!” Jack turned to Dean. “We need her blood!”

Nodding to elder Winchester, Jack blocked one more knife swipe at him and captured your wrist in his hand. As much as he didn’t want to, Jack put two fingers to your forehead.

“I’m sorry.” He said as you fell back to the cement.

Castiel took your broze dagger and cut open your palm to take a good amount of your blood. He then tossed the dagger to Dean, and with Sam holding down the siren, it didn’t take long for Dean to kill the siren at last.

After he was sure it was dead, Jack set two fingers to your head again to wake you. As you came to, you held your head in your hands, a minor headache came as you tried to sit up. Jack helped you stand as your mind came back to its original haze.

“Are you alright?” Jack asked.

“Besides being a little confused, I think I’m okay.” You smiled lightly.

“The siren had infected you when it took the form of Jack. I presume you understand the rest?” Cas began to explain.

You winced a bit at the memories that came flooding back.

“At least I didn’t do too much damage on the two of you...right?”

“Welp, maybe a good dinner and some rest at the motel with be good for all of us. I’m thinking of burgers!” Dean suggested.

“You always want burgers.” Sam began to tell Dean as the two of them left the alleyway.

“I will dispose of the siren’s body. I will meet you at the motel.” Cas said, the sound of wings flying and the gross, dried up siren body was gone.

You and Jack stood together in the alleyway in silence, not really knowing what to say.

“You love me?” Jack questioned out of the blue.

You hesitated before answering. “Yes, I do. Or, at least I think I do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before the siren, I was confused on how I felt towards you before I loved having as you as a best friend but I also felt something more than that. I was afraid to tell you because, well...relationships in this life aren’t exactly the greatest.”

You turned away from Jack until he took your shoulders by his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You sunk into the kiss right away, almost just like with the siren but this time, the kiss felt different; more real.

The kiss was simple and sweet, nothing like whatever you did with the monster. You could feel almost all your worries melt away.

Jack pulled away and leaned his forehead against your own. You were grinning like crazy and your heart was bursting inside. Although you couldn’t see or feel it, Jack’s was doing the same.

“I was confused too. When you volunteered to be the bait, I was scared and new feelings came to me. I now know what those feelings are now.”

“And what are those feelings?”

You already knew the answer, but you just wanted to hear it. Jack’s piercing eyes stared back into yours.

“Love.”

A/N: I just randomly wrote this on the spot at almost 5am hahahaha death, saty home and safe loves!

Lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my Supernatural stories!

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danwylds · 4 years

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Ocean at the end of the lane au (but you don’t have to read the book)

Once again I’m writing bullet point fics

If you haven’t read the book uh. this shit is wild

It starts with Neil going to his childhood hometown (I guess Baltimore then? Not really a lotta places here for this story to take place tho) for a funeral

I literally don’t care who died

He’s walking around town, just thinking abt his life growing up and being angry

He deserves to be

Anyways he remembers the one good thing about growing up here, and it’s Andrew Minyard, the boy who said the pond behind his house was really an ocean

Neil thinks about him and finds himself at the minyards house

He kinda looks around, realising that maybe he shouldn’t of showed up randomly

But it doesn’t matter, bc Nicky Hemmick sees him

He and Nicky walk together to the pond and it’s nice

Neil starts thinking about the time a man who worked for his father stole Nathan’s car and committed suicide in the back seat, after gambling away Nathan’s money

He was around 15 or so during that time

I’m pulling number out of my ass rn

but hdbcnndjd it lets a spirit show up to neils world like hey,, how y’all doin?

Because of the reason the man died, it’s purpose is to leave money for people in terrible and unpleasant ways

This leads Neil to wake up in the middle of the night, choking on a coin

if I were Neil I would simply lay down and die

rip to him but I’m different

Anyways he doesn’t trust his father for shit so he goes to his neighbors

It’s Andrew baby!

Andrew is like okay but I’m gonna call you a dumbass this whole time and you have to come w me to find this fucked up spirit and bind it

And also you can’t let go of my hand

They both hate that part

Drake still happened, just earlier

And Nicky took in the twins earlier

Ig nicky is older in this au

whatever

ANWAYS.

They talk on the way, exchanging quiet truths

It starts from what the spirit did and ends in neil asking why Andrew and Aaron live with Nicky

Andrew says that monsters aren’t always supernatural

Neil doesn’t ask anything after that

They’re goin to find this shit spirit when something almost attacks the 2

Neils first instinct is to be defensive so he lets go of Andrews hand

As soon as he does something gets stuck in his foot and Andrew is like I don’t even care at this point

They don’t have any luck ig so they’re like whatever we’ll try again later (or never talk to each other again)

Neil gets home and pulls what might be a worm out of his foot

rip to him bc part of it gets stuck

He wakes up the next day to his mom telling him she’s starting a new job and a woman named Lola is gonna look after him

So Lola is

yeah she’s Lola she’s a bitch

Lola seduces his father and wins over his people

Neil spends most of his time locked in his room avoiding her

What small fraction of safety Neil felt is ruined when Lola asks Nathan to drown him in the bath

It doesn’t work, obviously

also yeah that’s a real point in the book I didn’t just make that up

Anyways ndncjdm he stays in his room even more, only coming out when it’s some sort of fancy event or smth he has to show up for

He decides to do what he does best

He runs

He runs to the minyard/Hemmick farm, and Nicky takes him in and cleans up the scratches and bruises he has

Nicky also gets the wormhole out of Neils foot

Apparently Lola left it behind as an escape path

This book is weird as hell jfc

Nicky calls Andrew to help neil try and talk something out with Lola

They offer her a way for her to leave peacefully, to a less dangerous world

She doesn’t believe anything could hurt her

She’s IMMEDIATELY attacked by “hunger birds” who are basically scavengers

The hunger birds tell neil they gotta eat his heart out bc a piece of Lola is still connected to him

Andrew is like well cant let the only kid who hasn’t stepped over my boundaries die

He drags Neil to the ocean and tells him to get in

While in there, Neil understands the everything about the world and humans and nature and emotion

He gets out and the memory of it all dips

Andrew makes a promise to protect Neil from the hunger birds, telling him the farm is safe and it’s all very soft

haha get fucked you two bc the hunger birds start eating the world to force him off the property

Neil does leave the property, giving himself to the hunger birds to save Nicky and the twins from them

Andrew does NOT let this slide and jumps between the birds and Neil

He’s near death by the end, and when Nicky finds out he goes batshit and threatens the hunger birds with death that’s a very real possibility for them !

The three take Andrew to the ocean and place him there, and Aaron tells him that he’ll rest and heal until he can come back to this world

Neils memory of this fades, leading him to believe Andrew moved to Australia

He jolts back to the present when Nicky puts his hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly at him

Nicky hints that the hunger birds got his heart after all, but Andrews sacrifice healed him

The power of love, as they say

His heart has been growing back for a while now, it’s almost healed

Again, he begins to forget

He tells Nicky to say hello to Andrew if he contacts from Australia

#aftg #andrew minyard #all for the game #neil josten #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #tfc #the foxhole court #this stupid fucking post took three days I never wanna look at it again

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askbittyerror · 4 years

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Wedding RP part 5

JusticeMom09/26/2020 Erebus lands with the two bitty gone way too big and drops them into his branches "Its okay Huitzi you should probably let him go before he detonates anyway" [11:56 PM] @Askbittyerror September 27, 2020

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Release me!” Flare snarls, kicking Huitzi in the chest and sizing up as the smaller is flung away, several of his ribs crumbling from the force. Huitzi wheezes and clutches his chest, struggling to heal himself, the positivity fueling his magic straining against the darkness of Erebus’ world. Flare’s wings have gone a deep, nearly black crimson, his eyelights gutted out and burning golden light blazing from his sockets. The bone around them flake dust, thick drops of melting bitty flow like lava from beneath his shirt, his spine reduced to nothing more than a river. He draws his spear, snarling heavily, the jagged points at the tip sharpening even further. He takes a step forward and Huitzi flinches back the best he is able, pressed against the tree, eyelights shrunken to terrified pinpricks.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus growls holding out his hand as Huitzi's soul goes blue and he is pulled quickly away from the furious guardian. At the same time negativity starts to snake its way up Flare's legs... but wait its more than that the cold seeping burning feeding on Flare like some sort of vampire... the roots of the tree start to tangle around his liquifying bones

"Calm down flare!" Erebus snaps as Huitzi is now safe in threw bows of his branches

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare flashes and liquidates away, bone chunks squishing and shifting into deathly-sharp spikes all up his arms and thick, bladed ridges running down his legs. His wings separate into heavy tentacles, flashes of red cloak him and he lets out a low, dangerous growl, his back hunched and his weapon readied. His movements look wobbly, disconnected, each bit jerking and shifting strangely, the connections between his bones scraping and squishing.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... okay yeah that is gross" he mumbles and holds out a hand the roots of the massive ancient tree start ripping from the ground pursing forth and tangle around Flare pulling him under. Not to death but to hold and drain his energy until his fury have burned out. While his body deals with the angry god bitty he moves back towards Huitzi "... its okay... he cant hurt you anymore" He mumbles meaning if Flare tries again he would drop huitzi back at the wedding and face the angry one alone

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare thrashes and bites and kicks and claws and, eventually, some part of him in the deep recesses of his soul reminding him that these are people he probably shouldn’t kill, attempts to vanish. “What… is this… place?” Huitzi wheezes, clutching his chest, golden marrow dripping down from the scratches and bites Flare left. “What is… happening?” His wings have darkened considerably. The light is dying from his eyes.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Flare is pulled into the storm allowed to rage away from ��the guardian and Huitzi. he is now free of the root system allowing him to do as he pleased. just because the darkness around the tree was void like did not mean it was truly empty if you went far enough.

"You are in my multiverse... hold still you are draining too fast" He said and pulls off a leaf using it and pulling it in two different directions suddenly becoming like a bubble and he shoves it around Huitzi and now he is in an emotionally neutral space! tada! "... I am not exactly gentle in my universe and I cannot stop it now take deep breaths I am going to help heal you" He offers before holding his hands out and pushing healing magic towards the giant bitty(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare screams in rage and reality ripples, the Paladin tearing himself from this multiverse and tossing himself back into his adopted one to rampage in peace. Huitzi whimpers, curling in on himself, the pain, no longer buried under the freezing negativity, hitting him in the chest right where his broken ribs are. “Please.” His breath hitches sharply. His soul absorbs the magic hungrily, wounds slowly sealing shut, though the places that Flare sunk his teeth into seem to be resisting.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus watches scowling at the magic and slams his fist into the bark of the tree drawing magic from the source as he continues to heal Huitzi. He has enough magic to make those missing bits come back and more. It would not be the first time he reconstructed a skeleton monster from scratch "Hold on... just keep breathing for me"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The bitemarks put up a good show, but since Flare hadn't actually put any magic into them, they seal easily enough, leaving only a circle of off-white behind. "Th-thank you." Huitzi exhales, staying curled up, trying to come down from staring death in the face.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus crouches there and hums "We will have to address Flare's anger sooner rather than later. We need to make sure to disengage him before he goes needing to kill things" The goop is rubbing Huitzi's back now trying to help him calm down even as he watches the spot where Flare had been and the sparkling positivity he left behind

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi leans into the touch, whimpering. "I- I don't even know who you are." He laughs weakly.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He snorts "Eh I know Dragon and you are a date mate of theirs yes?" he asked amusement dancing in his good eye light(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am indeed." He grunts, pushing himself up, giving Erebus a small smile. "May I have the name of my savior?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Erebus. Technically its Nightmare but" he shrugs "I have come to understand there are too many of us around to use our actual names"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I know two guardians and and a great many bitties." Huitzi chuckles. "...thank you for saving me."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "No problem I did want to see Bells have a good day today and with Greylu even unwilling to let me be useful this was the best thing I could do" he said amused "when you feel strong enough we can go back or hang out here. I do enjoy coming home" he said amused as he looked out into the darkness. he could see what was out there

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "This is your home?" Huitzi frowns, looking around. "It is, uh, lovely."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He snorts at that "... Lovely not exactly what I would call it" he said and stood offering Hutzi a hand "but it is what it is and thanks to Bells reckless bravery I have my brother again too"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Congratulations." Huitzi takes his hand with a smile, allowing himself to be pulled up.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "I suppose it works" he said pulling him to stand "... why is it every consecutive person I meet has to be so much taller?" He askes amused.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can always make myself smaller if that makes you more comfortable." Huitzi offers, giving Erebus' hand an unintentional squeeze. "I can go down to two feet."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed shaking his head "kid I am taller than everyone" he said amused and pulled him further away from the trunk of the tree "... well okay Flare may have me beat but I am not tonally sure how tall my branches reach now" he looks up at the black not black leaves of the tree they stood in

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks up. "...you are a tree?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He grunted letting him stand on his own now making sure he did not fall "um. I did not start out that way if it helps" he chuckles a bit

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am fine with it." Huitzi shrugs, a bit shaky but not about to fall. "I was just curious. You are the first I have met who is an actual stationary tree and not some kind of tree monster."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "oh I started out as a monster" he chuckled folding his arms behind his head "A guardian like my brother and I followed the same story most Dreams and Nightmares follow."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I... am sorry to say I do not know that story." Huitzi rubs the back of his neck. "All I know is it somehow involves apples and I am not even sure of that."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "how about a quick story then?" he offers before looking around and closing his eyes basking in his world for a moment "we are guardians... not skeletons not monsters but spirits given these forms. we guardians are the children of the original who died protecting THE tree. The tree of emotion which actually is the source of all positive and negative emotions for all the multiverse. the apples being the fruit that grows in this tree. half black and full of negative emotions and half gold holding positive "

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods, just letting him talk.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "the mortals who lived nearby tend to hate the Nightmare guardian and as such abuse him while his brother is not around. Eventually the pain becomes too much and in a fight between them and himself we... well we eat the apples and by them all the golden apples corrupt at our touch and we eat those too... until the brother Dream consumes the last golden apple holding all the positive emotions that beings can feel..."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi frowns, thinking of the little guardians hiding in their room, how quiet and afraid they were, and the older pair, long since corrupted by more than just the apples.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "well I am what happens to the Nightmare after he eats the apple. the goop is negativity given form" he sighs "after the apple incident the nightmares and dreams tend to fight each other until one dies" he looks at Huitzi "and in this universe I won and consumed my brother's soul... or what I thought at the time was his soul... and since I no longer needed to be a skeleton and the power of negativity reaching power I could no longer hold in a mortal body I took a form akin to the one the power originated from"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I see." Huitzi nods, eyes distant. "...I suppose that would be why Dreams and Nightmares are so often at odds." He comes back to himself and sighs, giving Erebus a look of concern. "Are you alright?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He pauses "in what context?" he offers back. he was not expecting this question

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Any." Huitzi asks softly. "You have been through quite a lot."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "I am a very old Nightmare" He says honestly "and it has been a long long time since I was as angry as I had been... being alone to calm my soul has helped. For now I think I am but then again I do not know what being alright would entail"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am aware I have nowhere near the same experiences as you," Huitzi bows his head. "But if you want to talk, or anything else, I am here."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He smiles "I see why Dragon likes you" he said and held out his hand "why dont we get back to the party I know everyone was a bit stirred up when we left"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I would love too." Huitzi takes his hand with a smile, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I just hope I haven't upset anyone too horribly."(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "I think the only one who can really stay upset is Erebus" he snorts "still too young to realize he can actually relax and enjoy more than what is in his immediate purview"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Then I will make a point to avoid him." Huitzi nods.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "you should at least say hello at least once I rather enjoyed his reaction to seeing you and Flare" he smirked and with that pulled Huitzi back through the timelines to the tower

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi mutters something about preferring to remain unstabbed, letting himself be taken away. When they arrive, reality buzzes, and Flare, at seven feet, head bowed, fully cleaned and recovered from his tantrum, steps through a portal, just behind his human Nightmare, wearing a deep blue tunic with dark feathers on the shoulders, sleeves tied at the wrists, a pair of thin black belts crossed over his hips just above the start of his goopy lamia-tail. On his back, one tied to each of his four tentacles, are hummingbird moth wings in dark blue and black, accented with the occasional tinge of gold. Umbra glances over to Huitzi and Erebus and scoffs, looking around with a deep scowl as the portal closes behind them.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... your tiny me seems irate Flare" Erebus mumbles watching the young guardian scowl at everything "How are you feeling better?" he asked clearly unfazed by the murder happy that had just happened not but minutes before

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "He is fine." Umbra says sharply. "My servant has regained control of his... urges, and will cause no further issue."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... " Erebus narrows his eyes at this "Dare I ask why you are acting this way?" he looks between them. he got the feeling he was not exactly "recovered" as much as they were pretending?(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "No, you may not." Umbra glares.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He throws his hands in the air "I am going to go try to talk to people who are not going to snap at me" he said and headed back into the party

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra sighs and looks at the ground. "Too many people, sorry." He says quickly, through gritted teeth, like it pains him. "Are you alright?" Huitzi asks, approaching him and immediately stopping when Flare growls. "Hold." Umbra slaps an arm over Flare's chest, the Paladin going silent. He looks to Huitzi, his smile large, confident, and only a mite shaky. "I will be fine."(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus stops at that and sighs looking back at him "... numbers" he mumbles before walking back and crossing his arms "so this is what you have been trained to be?" he asked raising a brow at this. suddenly he is VERY interested in Umbra's reaction

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "No, of course not!" Umbra scoffs, arms crossed over his chest, nodding very emphatically.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Seems the kid has learned double speak "now is Flare actually okay?" they ask looking up at the big guy with a frown

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Of course, what a stupid question." Another scoff, a shrug, a slight shake of the head. "He simply insisted on returning, so I had to come along to make sure he behaved himself this time."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nodded "why dont we go sit down?" he offered "there are a few places where we can have a bit of... quiet " he offers

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Sure, whatever." Umbra shrugs and nods. "These plebeians are... undeserving of my presence."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... " he sighs "whoever this ass was that made you like this clearly knew nothing about us nightmares" he said and waved them over before grabbing Huitzi to join them as they headed to a corner that was nearly a room into itself? at least that was the way it "looked"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 They follow, Umbra keeping his scowl and Flare making sure to keep in between him and everyone else at all times, only stopped from growling at them all by Umbra's tight grip on his arm.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 there is a table in the little nook! tada and when Erebus pulls the leaf curtain shut they are now only a group of 4 "... there" he slumps moving to sit at the table "sit " an order made to sound like a suggestion you feel compelled to follow

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra slides into his seat and the moment the curtain closes he slumps, head in his hands, whispering frantic apologies under his breath. Flare sits between him and the world, absently patting his back, figurative ears peaked for any disturbances. Huitzi sits across, trying not to flinch when Flare casts his eyes over him before returning to watching the curtain.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus sighs "calm down you didnt do anything wrong" he said watching the kid "and you were already forgiven when you made it clear why you were acting like some haughty teen novel vampire"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Sorry." Umbra mutters again, eyes down, hands in his lap.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "kid its cool really. You need to start forgiving yourself" he points out "now... How is flare really? the mun is dense tonight and is not getting subtlety well so make it concise please"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Not good.” Umbra says, tapping his feet, pulling his wings up over his shoulders like a fuzzy blanket. “He hasn’t had an episode that bad in a long time.” Umbra looks at his father, still staring out, fists clenched under the table that the bone can be heard creaking. “He has trouble with his LV sometimes.” Umbra looks away. “He has… a lot of it, and sometimes it takes over.” “I can keep him stable, though!” He quickly assures, leaning forward, wings blanketing him tighter, voice quivering just the slightest bit. “He won’t- won’t do anything while I’m here, promise! I’m too likely to be caught in the collateral damage.”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nods "you know Flare does not have to stay if he needs to rest. Everyone here will understand." he points out "and you do not have to force yourself to paly that role and dance that dance" he said watching him "it really is okay"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Can't stop." Umbra's breath quickens, scratching at his hands beneath the table, Flare just grunting. "That is fine." Huitzi gently says, fighting the urge to lean forward and comfort. "One step at a time. Just- please try to avoid antagonizing anyone? We don't want someone to get upset and Flare to react." "Yeah, yeah sure, I can do that." Umbra nods, shaking a little.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He sighs rubbing his head "yeah. just take care of yourself and mostly I meant not try to stop here I meant you dont have to force yourself in being here at all and forcing yourself to live in that role for what is only going to be a couple more hours"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I gotta be here for Dad." Umbra looks at the table. "Until he decides to leave, I'm gonna be here too."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nods "okay Thank you Umbra for being here" Erebus seems to have learned how to be supportive dad at some point... Umbra might get adopted by the older goop at this rate

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 At this rate, he probably needs it. "I'm happy to well, uh I'm, I'm uh..." Umbra smiles nervously. "I'm... here?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 the goop chuckles "you are honestly a good kid I am glad they were not able to take that from you"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra smiles, his tentacles wagging, the attached wings fluttering. “Thank you!”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "why don't I go get us some of the food I suspect everyone is eating by now" He said sliding from the table "Huitzi do you want to go too?

JusticeMom09/27/2020 @Askbittyerror

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Um…” Huitzi glances up. Flare looks over him and Umbra for a moment, reality ripples, and then he vanishes. “Uh???” Umbra frantically squeaks. A moment more passes and Flare returns, a very confused human Dream clasped tightly by the arm. Flare practically tosses him into his seat, standing with his back to the table, between them and the rest of the room, arms crossed over his chest and back ramrod straight. Mo looks like he just rolled out of bed, hair mussed, a soft plush weedle clutched to his chest, his heavy gold-and-rainbow circlet tilted haphazardly on his head. He’s wearing a loose white tunic and soft trousers, both edged with gold and coming to his elbows and knees respectively. He’s barefoot, and on every bit of exposed skin from his chin down are deep-set intricately carved scars in geometric shapes and delicate swirls, some inked in black and gold, others in rainbow, and a few simply left as gnarled scar tissue. Mo blinks, looks around, unwinds the midnight blue sash from his waist, wraps it around his neck, grabs one of Umbra’s wings and hides himself in it, the Nightmare tugged into him with a startled mweh.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... um what just happened?" guess Flare was on full fight mode. He asked looking between them and shaking his head. he is now one confused goop. my goodness. He says nothing about the scars but takes note. unlike his markings he can tell that they are not self inflicted "... you okay there kid?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo makes a shaky noise. “Um,” Umbra looks to Huitzi, gently hugging his Dream. “Uh, Huitzi, can we borrow your jacket, please.” “Of course.” The Paladin quickly strips off his jacket, offering it and flinching as Mo quickly yanks it out of his hands, throwing it on and rolling the sleeves up significantly until they’re bunched at his wrists, the jacket practically at trench coat length. “Please tell me you have a weapon.” He whispers, Umbra nodding and undoing one of his belts, a hunting knife sheathed at the back. Mo loosens it and wraps it around his waist, hand resting on the hilt of the knife. He breathes in and out, in and out, tightly squeezing his Weedle until his shoulders lose their tension and he looks up, smiling shakily. “I’m- I’m fine.” He says, Umbra gently rubbing slow circles into his back, a tentacle coiling around him. “…sorry about that.”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Its not your fault Flare was triggered by many tiny angry auras and a Dragon who feels rather causal about attempts on their life" he sighed "you are at the wedding and probably should not leave our little cubby. there are a lot of people about many with hair triggers of their own"(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be fine!” Mo shoots straight up, a wide smile on his face. He hugs his surprised Nightmare, merrily nuzzling the top of his head. “It’s my sweet little brother you got to worry about, but it’s okay, I’ll keep him from being, well,” He giggles. “Himself!”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 ... "you know you are within your limits in this room right?" He asks making sure that No didn't just hear "lots of people nearby" and tripped his conditioning regardless

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “This isn’t a room!” Mo giggles. “That’s just a curtain!” Umbra tenses and Mo gently shushes him, patting his face. "Be nice, little brother."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "its a small private space for us to sit and talk. the whole emphasis on us being alone" he points out with a groan

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "If you say so!" Mo laughs.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 The lich approaches the cordoned off area, stopping just a but beyond it. "Flare?" Quietly, "can we go somewhere more private and talk, maybe?" You and me, I mean. Um, Umbra and Mo can come too, if they need a little... less." @Candy

Candy09/27/2020 quietly follows Bells

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare opens the curtain and just silently stares at them. Umbra stands, pulling up Mo, still happily smiling away. "Lets go with them, Dad." The Nightmare tugs at his arm. Flare nods.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "Candy? This is where I'm afraid I leave you with Huitzi and Erebus, and head elsewhere with these guys." They look at the nearest wall, scanning it, then gesture the three to follow. "Just how much 'less' is needed? I've a water garden, and a... well, bubble, with a floor, and otherwise basically just broken void as a view."

Candy09/27/2020 O-oki. they nod and look at Erebus and Huitzi Hello, i'm Candy

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Any room with an actual door, please.” Umbra says, dragging his father by the arm and an increasingly ecstatic Mo by the hand.

“Hello to you too.” Huitzi smiles softly, offering them his hand. “I am Huitzi.”

Candy09/27/2020 they accept the hand and shake it nice to meet you

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Nice to meet you too." He shakes back, the movement gentle.

Candy09/27/2020 they smile how do you like the wedfing so far?

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It has been quite lovely." Huitzi smiles. "Barring the incident earlier, I have enjoyed myself."

Candy09/27/2020 Good to hear, about the same for me.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods, humming.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "uh what the hell just happened?" [8:23 PM] Erebus blinks shaking out of his mild shock and frowned

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I have no idea." Huitzi shrugs.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "yeah I get the feeling this is going to continue to be a wild night... want to go back to JR and let this chaos run its course?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I do not know what that is... But sure." Huitzi shrugs.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "my home... Juice's home and where Bells lives half the time when they are not with their now husband" He grabbed Huitzi "a whole new multiverse" he smirked and then pulled Huitzi through the Vale

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi absolutely totally doesn't squeak in surprise.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He lands in the biggest castle he will ever see in his whole life. It ad a grandness to it that only more modern royalty have but the stone that made up the castle was much much older "Come on Huitzi lets go find something to drink"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks up, wide eyed, mouth hanging open. He feels... so small...

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus chuckles "come on kid lets get going it can take hours to get from one place to the next if the castle is feeling frisky" he grinned wickedly. not a total exaggeration but it can take longer than normal if the castle insists you going through certain halls

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It's sentient?!" Huitzi half shrieks.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "not like you or I but it has enough magic in it to make it have some sort of cognizance" he said and reached back grabbing him and dragging him towards the kitchens ... one of them anyway

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi just kind of lets him, looking around, slightly paranoid and significantly freaked out.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "calm down its not a person" he said smacking him with a tendril "come on you are no young skeleton anymore. its just a castle "old buildings all have personalities you know now ... um... scratch that I got to do something come with me or shall I dump you in a sitting room until I am done?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Please don't leave me." Huitzi hugs the tendril.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He sighs grabbing Huitzi again and they shortcut into a room where someone is singing and a small sad baby is crying "... "

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks around. He is very much clinging to Erebus.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Nearby a very... worn looking older Dream without wings is bouncing the tiniest baby biggie Huitzi has ever seen trying to sooth its cries. the aura in the room is pleasant but not too strong. Erebus moves before the giant paladin can ground himself before the two are swapping the baby between them "how long?" "maybe ten minutes or so. nothing major his soul is strong" they are whispering

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi stands back, completely silent.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 The smaller Dream pauses now seeing the giant Huitzi. "brother why is there a giant version of Juice here with us?" his eye lights have shrank into pinpricks while Erebus is now bouncing the baby in his arms soothing him before offering him the bottle "This is one of Dragon's datemates. Everyone calls him Huitzi" "oh... okay you are very tall" [10:40 PM] foot meet mouth

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can get small?" Huitzi whisper-offers.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He shook his head "no no your fine...we are just working to help sooth baby Altan" he said offering his hand "I am Al Im Erebus's brother"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It is nice to meet you." Huitzi gently shakes it. "Your brother has been very kind to me. I like him."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Kind huh?" he asks looking back at Erebus who looked tense "no fighting the baby just took the bottle" he said his tendrils twitching in annoyance

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "...did I say something wrong?" Huitzi looks worried. "I, uh, apologize?"(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Al snorted "I have not been back for very long so our relationship is.. rocky to say the least" he huffed "anyway go coo over my nephew he has my name"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods hesitantly and walks over to Erebus. “I still like you.” He softly assures, kneeling down and smiling gently at the bab.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 he was tiny! most babies could at least wrap their little hands around the adult's fingers but not this bab who flailed his tiny hands towards the giant Paladin "... he was born before he even had a form" he said looking at Huitzi "we almost lost him"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am glad he survived." Huitzi says softly, offering the little one his hand, giant though it may be.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 The baby grabbed it. it was like having a mouse touch as he continued to nurse his bottle beautiful eye lights watching him such a strange hue of purple

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi keeps his hand very still, stars absolutely in his eyes.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 when the bab was done with his bottle Erebus pulled it away and the baby giggled starting to babble as he wiggled. He clearly liked this person

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "This is an adorable, precious child." Huitzi purrs, gently twitching his fingers.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 the baby giggled again and babbled a bit more. Erebus waved him back "let me burp him and you can hold him after" he said moving the smol to his shoulder and started patting the bab's back

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks a bit uncertain. "I am... not sure if I'm comfortable with holding him at this size. I believe bitties are a good deal less fragile than babies."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "hush sit down cross your legs" the goop said pointing a tendril at him "your not going to move a bunch with him but he likes you and he needs things that help his soul grow stronger"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can shrink!" Huitzi protests, still doing as he's told. September 28, 2020

JusticeMom09/28/2020 he makes a scolding sound "dont panic he is just a bad. A preme to be sure but you will do fine. now hold your hands like this" he said showing his goop in a cradling pose. the baby makes a cute little burp sound before wiggling and making sleepy sounds

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi cups his hands together.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Erebus walks over using his tendrils to correct Huitzi's hands a little until he had them right where they needed to be. Draped a blanket over him and gently laid the baby into his arms "being around things that make him smile helps strengthen his soul. He likes you so that means you are good for him" he chuckled using only one corner of the blanket to cover the small as the baby stars up at Huitzi confused. hew as in new hands?

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Hello, little one." Huitzi coos, his attention completely devoted to the child, hands held steady with aid from a few tendrils.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 the baby blinks tilting his little head as he makes a happy noise kicking his legs and reaching for the skeleton's face giggling. Yep he likes the big man

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi smiles softly and leans his head down into the child's reach.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 the baby grabs at his cheekbones before papping them with a happy squeal. much cute baby

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 The stars are back in his eyes. "Oh my goodness." He whispers.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "wow" Al mumbled feeling all the happy off him. he had just gotten back with a tray of drinks. one of them a large stein for Huitzi

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 At the moment, Huitzi's attention is entirely on the bab. He doesn't even notice Al's return, he didn't even realize he left in the first place.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 There is whispered conversation and several chuckles of amusement as Huitzi just stares at the baby in his hand. after ages of Huitzi mumbling and playing with the small Altan starts to drift to sleep in his arms

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi sings to the baby softly, a lullaby old and foreign. He's smiling, more relaxed than he's been in a very long time.(edited)

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Eventually Altan curled up against his chest holding his shirt with that tiny hands as he drifted off listening to song and soulbeat

JusticeMom09/28/2020 @Askbittyerror

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi may be holding back tears.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 The Dream is the one that puts a hand on his shoulder "you okay there big guy? You got a lot of emotions boiling around in there"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “I- I apologize.” Huitzi sniffles, a tendril wiping his eyes. “I just… I had a daughter, once.”

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Dream watched him closing his eyes before he nodded "I... know how that feels Huitzi. I had a family once" he gives Erebus a look. the goop looks sheepish but the golden guardian continues "do you want to talk about her?" he offered now crouching arms resting on his legs

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Her name was Tepin.” He smiles faintly. “She was just… abandoned, on my doorstep. Somehow. Inside a rescue center. She was sweet and brave and-” His smile falls. “She grew fast, then never stopped.”

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He wined and put a hand on his harm "I'm sorry. it can be really unfair when our children age so much faster than us.... natural or not"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi nods, giving him a weak smile. "I am sorry for bringing the mood down, it wasn't my intention."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He shook his head "its okay sometimes healing comes in the smallest of places" He said looking down at his tiny namesake

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Your child is precious.” Huitzi smiles.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "My nephew" he said offering to take the child "Erebus and Bells's or correction Morpheus and Bells's little one"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi hands Altan over, very carefully and with some aid from his tendrils. "I dont believe I have met any Morpheus yet."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "probably not. there was an m!a I think they call it. It fused Erebus and Dream into one person" he says walking to the crib and gently laying Altan in it "Erebus does not want to do it again because he has become corrupted once more. He doesn't want to stain Dream with that part of him"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Oh." Huitzi says, looking around for Erebus. "...I do not believe I have met this Dream either."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "Juice? maybe not? He was back at the party" he said as Erebus walked back in with a non corrupted Nightmare in toe "hey what are you doing? Erebus!?" he was stumbling to keep at the goop's pace

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "...hello?" Huitzi looks over.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He stumbles forward and dusts himself off "oh... you are a very big version of my brother" he said sockets round now

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "I assume your brother is a Paladin then." Huitzi smiles, offering him his hand. "I am Huitzi. May I have your name?"

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He takes the hand shaking it "Nightmare... I do not have any nicknames like everyone else" he said before leaning in to Al ad whispering "what's a Paladin?"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "A bitty, looks like me but, well, bitty sized!" Huitzi smiles. "I was one, once."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He nods slowly "uhhuh Erebus why are you bringing crazy monsters to the house?" he askes before Erebus laughed "more like I am taking you back to the party" he said "you good to travel big guy? they are having all the fun without us"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi nods, smiling brightly. "Yes. Thank you for allowing me to hold your child."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He waved a hand "you did as much for us as he did for you. Also visit. You are related to him after all. How I am not one hundred percent in which context but you are" He grabs all three of them, yes all three, and pulls everyone across the multiverse back to the chaotic party

#wedding rp #part 5

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zefyre · 4 years

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Excuse me? How could I miss any of your updates xD?!? Cheking in regulary and the new pfk one s just so swoon worthy! I love how you wrote the whole thing, And you are ofc right, the jelly thing would be more like James (maybe at first just teasing her how he is jelly, then really becoming jelly and last stage would be scared that she does leave dumb him? lol now I want a fic with james becoming jelly! *pretty pls?*). Ugh I loved how you wrote it so much! Cant wait for raising the stakes tbh

aksjhdfd i’m!! so sorry!!! / cries/ this has been sitting in my inbox for almost a year and i started it back when you sent this but couldn’t manage to finish until today when i stumbled onto it in my docs and decided to try again. thank you for your sweet words btw haha, i hope you see this and enjoy~

It started when James found Kagome muttering almost furiously one day, a letter in hand and a flush across her face.

She hadn’t noticed his approach, so distracted by her letter she was, and he felt his curiosity grow to a point where he couldn’t help himself. He casually strode past her, a growing smile on his face when he did so undetected, before he backtracked to sneak up on her.

Once close enough, James hooked his chin over her shoulder as he simultaneously grabbed onto her hips to hold her steady, so he didn’t get clipped in the chin if she jolted.

A chuckle escaped him when not only did Kagome jump as he predicted, but she also let out the most adorable squeak, slapping the letter against her chest – an act that piqued his curiosity even more, as if she had something to hide.

“Wotcha reading?” he drawled, resting his head against the side of her own, only to draw back when he saw the flush on her face darken out of the corner of his eyes. His grin grew, a trickle of giddiness trickling up his spine at the sight of it spreading all the way down her neck. “Oh ho ho,” he said with a breathy laugh, “This wouldn’t be from a secret admirer now, would it?

He laughed in earnest when her face twisted in an expression of mortification, a whine escaping her throat. “Well that’s a yes,” he sniggered. He raised a hand, wiggling his fingers pleading. “Are you gonna let me see it?”

With a long-suffering sigh and a reluctance that one would think she was signing over her life, Kagome surrendered the letter, holding it out for James to read. Unable to witness the deed with her own eyes, she shut them and leaned her head back against James’ shoulder to save herself from the grief.

James eagerly scoured the letter and soon realized with a bubble of delight that Kagome’s reaction wasn’t an overreaction – the bloke actually opened the letter with some of the cheesiest poetry he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

“To my dearest angel, with eyes so faire, even the stars cannot match the luster of your stare,” James tried reciting with somber flair – he managed up until the word “luster", breaking out into pained wheezes trying to hold back his mirth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no more reading aloud,” he choked out when he saw the tell-tale twitch of her eyebrow and the tightening grip she held the letter, and knew if he kept it up she would looked ball up the parchment without hesitation. “Okay, okay, phew.” As he read on, his smile diminished once he got past the cheesy poetry and the letter took a more earnest turn. “You know him well?” he wondered absently as he continued to read, not knowing why that surprised him so much, and not wanting to know why that idea.. niggled at him, either.

He thought it was just some anonymous, star-struck underclassman writing her, to be honest, but the letter was now talking about a meeting they had in the summer.

Kagome let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a hum. “For a few years now, yeah… He’s a good friend of Inuyasha’s brother. We met over… the summer after fourth year, I think it was, when we happened visit them at the same time.”

He glanced at her, blinking owlishly. “I didn’t even realize Inuyasha had a brother.”

Kagome snorted. “Half brother,” she explained, “He’s a couple years older and they get on like cats and dogs. He also went to Durmstrang, where he met Kouga.”

“And he’s been sending you these things ever since?” James asked, taking her hand and waving the letter in the air before stopping short, mouth dropping open as realization hit him. He sputtered, laughter bubbling in his chest, “No, no, no, this isn’t the same guy that sent you that singing howler on Valentine’s day in fifth year, is it?

James all but exploded in laughter when Kagome groaned and buried her face in her hands. “You got detention for a week for setting that thing on fire in the middle of the hall!” he crowed, hugging her tightly to his chest in lieu of clutching his stomach, his head folding over her shoulder.

Kagome began to bang her head back against his chest, repeatedly. “That was so embarrassing,” she groaned, sinking against him. “The detention was worth it to get it to stop.”

“Merlin,” he muttered, still laughing, “I think I might be a little jealous,” he teased, pouting his lips at her.

“Don’t be.” Kagome said it so bluntly that it made him laugh again. “I tried telling him I’m not interested but he never really listened. I think he was hanging on in the hopes that I’ll give in one day.”

Now that made him frown. “Not bloody likely,” he muttered, unconsciously pulling her snugger against his chest.

Kagome grinned and reached up to give him a little pat on his cheek in reassurance. “He’s harmless, if a little pushy maybe, but I think he does it mostly to get on Inuyasha’s nerves. Now they really hate each other.“ Instead of pulling her hand away, she used it to cup his cheek, sweeping her thumb along the curve of his cheekbone. “Since he found out about you, it’s now like a jokey tradition kind of thing,” she explained, rolling her eyes to add, “Still bloody embarrassing though.”

James felt something in his chest settle then. “Oh,” he said a a small laugh, perhaps a little too relieved, and his chest puffed out a bit. “You told him about me?” he cheesed, feeling smug.

Kagome burst out into a bout of snickering. “More like Inuyasha gloated in Kouga’s face first thing that he lost his chance when we both visited this past summer.”

James was pleasantly surprised Inuyasha did that for him – after all, they got off on the wrong foot last year and things had been awkward around each other ever since, which made the moment’s they crossed paths in the tower uncomfortable to be sure. “He did that?” The ‘For me?’ unspoken, only to have his spirits dampened when Kagome snorted and shot him a look of pity.

Not for him then.

“They really, really don’t get along,” Kagome explained, laughing once more.

Kagome continued to receive the letters, but after some time she began to keep the correspondence to herself. They weren’t cheesy love letters, she’d tell him, but more personal in nature and as such it didn’t feel right to share with others.

James completely understood of course, didn’t mind, but he would be lying if he said there wasn’t a… discomfiting feeling that took to stirring inside his chest whenever he witnessed a certain owl delivering letters to Kagome, one that only grew over time when the letters increased in frequency – when he’d spied the soft smile blossoming along her lips upon reading said letters.

It got worse when Valentine’s came and she received a package – a gift, more sincere than the obnoxious ones of the singing variety she’d gotten in the past: her favorite flowers and special chocolate truffles imported from France along with another letter that made her smile bright and laugh a flattered sort of laugh and even blush the faintest shade of pink.

The burning in his chest only eased slightly when a Howler came three days later and Kagome immediately panicked, arm whipping out, wand in hand, and lighting it up into flame before the owl could even properly take off from the table – causing a chain reaction of the owl shitting in fright on a fifth year, the tablecloth catching fire, and three sixth years getting drenched with pumpkin juice in a failed attempt to put it out.

Fifty points were deducted that night from Hufflepuff, and Kagome earned herself two weeks worth of detention for the spectacular display.

It all eventually came to a head one day in the middle of Hogsmeade when James stopped short at the sight of a handsome man with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and striking blue eyes down on one knee in front of Kagome, one hand cradling her left while his other held out something that glinted bright in the rare sunlight.

“Holy shite, is that guy proposing to Kagome?” Sirius choked out from beside him, equally rendered stunned at the scene, but James could barely hear him over the roar in his head, over the heavy, rapid beat of his heart in his ears, over the monster that grew in his chest at the sight of someone proposing to Kagome.

Over the deafening thought that he wanted to be the one to propose to her, and the… the anger he was taken aback to find simmering hot and foul at the bottom his belly at the simple, and yet mind-blowing fact that he wasn’t the one do it first.

He was just about to turn on his heel and run away, afraid of the scene before him and even more terrified of the turn his thoughts had taken, when a sharp smack echoed out loud the street. His head snapped up to stare wide-eyed at Kagome’s hand still raised and the man’s head turned at an exact ninety degree angle.

“This is not funny!” James heard her shout, her voice strangled and frantic, tinged with disgust as she went on to say, “Put that thing away!”

And to his utmost shock, the man threw his head back in laughter and did as she asked, snapping the velvet box shut and shoving it back into his trouser pockets as he clambered back up onto his feet.

And, to his ever mounting surprise, pull Kagome into a bear hug that while she didn’t completely accept, she didn’t exactly fight him off like he thought she would either.

Now, James found himself striding closer to the pair, unable to ignore the growing, curiosity gnawing his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, old habits die hard,” James overheard the man say, still laughing. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re as bad as Miroku proposing to Sango every weekend.”

“Hey, she gave in eventually didn’t she?”

Kagome refused to deign that remark with an answer. “Now get off me you big oaf, you know I have a boyfriend. He’s gonna have a heart attack if he hears about some strange bloke proposing to me in the middle of Hogsmeade!”

Striking blue eyes caught James’s and he was startled to see a hint of fang in the smirk the other man flashed. “Oh,” he chortled, not even bothering to keep his voice quiet. In fact, he projected it so James could clearly hear him. “I don’t think you have to worry about the rumors getting to him first – he wouldn’t happen to be the tall bloke with the glasses coming just now would he? Cause he’s giving me quite the evil eye.”

Instantly, Kagome’s hand snapped out to start wrapping him against the arms to release her, which he did a chuckle, arms steering wide.

Once free, Kagome whipped around, the familiar look of mortification whenever it came to a certain Durmstrang graduate clear on her face, and he already knew what she was going to say.

“James!” she said, a little breathless and on a nervous laugh. “This is, haha, this is Kouga. I’ve told you about him.” She sounded honest-to-Merlin at her wit’s end at that last part.

James crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Am I going to have to duel him for your hand in marriage?” He looked over Kagome’s head to lock stares with Kouga as she suddenly choked. Despite his snarking tone, his gaze was uncharacteristically serious. “Cause I will.”

“What is this, the dark ages?” she sputtered, before waving her hands hastily between them, “And there will be no dueling because that was just his idea of. Of a Joke.” She turned to give Kouga a filthy glare when he shifted a little uneasily behind her, adding in a much darker tone, “A bad one.”

James broke out in an easy smile that still held a bit of edge. “Oh I know,” he said pleasantly, sounding all light-hearted now, even as he smile turned a little smug. “I could tell by the slap. I think even kids in Hogwarts could hear it, it was a beautiful one, love.”

Kagome’s head tipped to the side to study him, and it was the uncertain look that crossed her face that had him inwardly sighing and backing down. He strode over, dropping a reassuring kiss on her temple as he passed her before offering his hand to the older man. “James Potter,” he introduced himself. He also offered a half grin, “I’d say nice to meet you, but, I just saw you propose to my girlfriend.”

“Kouga,” he introduced himself laughing a little, a little nervous. “It, uh, it really was a joke,” he said, taking James’s hand and shaking it. “The ring’s actually for my girlfriend. Fiancé. Hopefully, if she accepts that is.”

“And she will,” Kagome chimed in, giving Kouga another stink eye, “So long as she doesn’t murder us both if she ever hears of this.”

Kouga waved her off with a robust laugh. “She’s in Japan visiting family, she won’t know a thing!”

“She always knows,” he heard Kagome mutter, watching as Kouga suddenly gave a deep wince when she continued to say, “She knew about Valentine’s,” which was when James realized the Howler from back then must’ve been from his girlfriend instead of Kouga and… and that Kouga must have been dating her even that far back.

Louder, Kagome went on to say something about how Kouga started writing to her about this Ayame, his hopeful fiancé to be, asking for advice and sharing about his ideas to propose, all which James heard but didn’t quite take in completely as he was slipping back into his thoughts.

This meant, that this whole time, the growing… growing jealousy that he’d felt – he couldn’t deny what it was now that he knew – seeing Kagome with the letters… all that worry had been for nothing…

Merlin, he felt like a bloody idiot.

It wasn’t until after Kouga left, treating them all to lunch – Sirius included, who had hung back, fists at the ready for the moment James needed him to jump in to help kick the arse of the bloke trying to propose to his best mate’s girl – for his self-admitted “dumbarse stunt” before taking the Floo back to his flat, that Kagome confronted him.

“James?” he heard her quietly prod, felt her nudge him gently against his side. He turned to see her looking up at her, “Everything alright?”

James sighed, managed a small smile to reassure her, before turning to Sirius to ask for a moment alone with Kagome. He caught on quick, clapping him on the shoulder before getting up and making his way to the bar.

When he turned back to face Kagome again, he found her worrying her bottom lip. With another sigh, this one fond, he reached up with his thumb to gently tug her lip away from her teeth to save it from further abuse. “It’s not your fault,” he told her with genuine honesty, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers, “I’ve just been a bit thick lately and hadn’t realize it until today.”

“Kouga,” Kagome guessed, and correctly at that. James nodded, squeezing her hand. “I never realized the letters upset you, I’m sorry, James, if I did…”

She trailed off when he shook his head, squeezing her hand more insistently this time. “No, no, this was all me, getting into my own head, seeing things that wasn’t there and never… speaking up about it. I’d thought…” he trailed off, with a rueful, self-deprecating laugh as he confessed, “I’d thought the letters were working on you, I guess. I saw you get them, and how you’d… laugh, or even blush, and built it up to something it clearly wasn’t.”

James reached up with his free hand to tuck a fallen curl out of Kagome’s face and behind her ear, pressing a kiss against her furrowed brow to smooth it out smiling when it worked and Kagome leaned into his touch. “Never once realized I was jealous until I saw the bloke today, down on one knee in front of you and a pretty impressive rock in his hand,” he said with a wry laugh.

“Gods,” Kagome breathed out, laughing along with him. “All this time I was helping him with Ayame, it scared the shite out of me when he did it.” Quietly, more hesitantly, she added to say, a pretty flush rising to her cheeks, “Definitely, uh, definitely not the one I thought about… about proposing to me.”

James was not ashamed to admit how breathless her admission made him, the sight of Kagome shyly averting her gaze, her blush darkening further, as he whispered, “Yeah?” and she nodded, biting her lip once again to hide her flustered smile.

Nor was he ashamed at how eagerly he quietly confessed in return, “I think what upset me the most was the fact that I wasn’t the one to propose to you first, joke or not.”

Stunned, Kagome steered a wide eyed gaze back up at him, silently mouthing “Really?” and he laughed, a little giddy, and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Trust me on this, Kagome, I was not kidding about dueling that prat for your hand. And I’d’ve kicked his arse, you know I would.” At her breathless, snorting laugh, James grinned a foolish grin, before he sobered and slipped his hand free of hers to cup the sides of her face instead.

“One day, I’m gonna propose,” he promised, and watched with rapt attention how her blush returned in full force, mingling with the freckles smattered across her cheeks, and the roundness, the misty sheen her gorgeous blue eyes took on in response.

James felt his heart flutter, so incredibly entranced right then and there, and swallowed down the nerves that was building up in his throat.

“Not now,” he ruefully muttered, “And certainly not in middle of The Three Broomsticks where all you can smell is the butterbeer and stale fish and chips, but…”

James trailed off and gazed warmly at Kagome with gentle grin. “But one day it’s gonna be me getting down on one knee, offering you up a ring, riding on the hope you’d grant me the incredible honor of becoming your husband, because as sure as I knew it the day you threatened me with your bat that you were something special,” and James paused, grinning wider as Kagome burst out in a watery chuckle, her eyes way past misty now and almost spilling with tears, before he told her so solemn, so empathetically, with as much emotion and confidence that he could summon, “I know you’re it for me, and there’s not a chance I’ll let you slip away, not if I can help it.”

#it started out funny and fluffy and ended up sappy and fluffy lmao #i'm tagging this #pfk #as there're a couple of nods to a few events in the fic #but i am reasonably sure this won't be canon in rts lol #again i hope you enjoyed and sorry for the wait;;;#jameskag #my fic #mail time #nonny #prompt fill #ALSO #i almost forgot aksjhf #although he wasn't named #the fifth year that got shit on by the owl #was most definitely shippo lmaooo

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honestgrins · 5 years

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Fair Warning || Klaroline

@313etanonymys: Can you do like a drabble where Katherine warns Caroline about Klaus or something?😍😘💖🔥 (TVD S2 AU) Thanks for the prompt, I hope you like it!

Katherine crashed against the invisible barrier, seething as Caroline waved cheerily through the doorway. Her tears of terror were instead replaced by a beatific smile at having successfully trapped the she-devil. “What did you do?”

“Nothing you don’t deserve,” Caroline answered. Her eyes tracked over the doppelganger’s shoulder to where Stefan was hiding. “Have fun!” She turned to leave and rejoin the party, but it seemed Katherine wasn’t done with her yet.

“Everything I do, I do for a reason!” she shouted. “You’ll be sorry when he comes, and I’ll be there to make sure of it.”

Forcing herself not to look back, Caroline couldn’t help the frozen feeling of dread crawling down her spine. When who comes?

“His name is Klaus,” Elena explained as they hiked through the woods, each step closer to the tomb worrying Caroline just a bit more. “He’s supposed to be the oldest, most dangerous vampire, and I need more information that Damon and Stefan refuse to help me get."

The unease grew to a seize of panic that stopped Caroline in her tracks, the sudden motion happening too quickly with her still-new vampire abilities. "If Stefan doesn't want you talking to Katherine, he has to have a good reason. Maybe we should leave, convince him to come back with us."

Rolling her eyes, Elena didn’t even pause, her pace even along the familiar paths of the woods. “It’s not like she can hurt me, she’s sealed in the tomb. And we can’t get her out, so there’s no chance she can manipulate us to break the spell.”

Caroline wasn’t proud of the moment it took her brain to process, only for her thoughts to immediately spill from her mouth. “Is that the only reason you asked me and not Bonnie?”

"No," Elena answered as patiently as she could. "Stefan would also be pissed if I came her without vampire supervision in case something goes wrong. Do you want to leave?"

"Not without you." Mustering her courage and anxiety, she followed Elena down through the church ruins. Her enhanced senses for both smell and magic left her recoiling, but she think she managed to hide it. Mostly. By the time she'd rolled the giant rock door away from the mouth of the tomb, she felt almost confident with the energizing feat of strength.

But then the dark cavern seemed to grow darker the longer they waited for Katherine to appear. Elena reached into her tote, and Caroline's fangs nearly dropped at the blood bad she pulled out. It took more strength than she realized to stop herself from launching toward where Elena tossed it past the safe line, her eyes greedily staring at the jostling liquid inside when it landed. Only the raspy breath coming from the starving vampire it was intended for allowed her to finally look away.

Dragging her feet as she leaned heavily against the stone wall to help her walk, Katherine looked...rough. Still, her expression was haughty as ever when she saw Elena sitting just outside her prison. “What are you doing here?”

“I want answers about Klaus, and I think you have them. No funny business, I swear.”

Katherine raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound very fun for me, you see, so I’ll pass.”

She couldn’t help it, her fangs dropped as anger overwhelmed her sensitive emotional balance. If she could find a therapist that specialized in the supernatural needs of the recently dead, Caroline would be all over it. Faced with the woman who killed her and the impertinent personality of such bitch, her already frayed nerves were obviously on a razor’s edge. “Just take the peace offering and answer her questions, it’s not that hard.”

“Or what?” Canting her head to the side, Katherine turned that teasing gaze on her. “You’ll nag at me from the other side of that pesky line? Unless you’d like to join me. We could have fun, Caroline,” she teased, voice full of promise - whether for violence or more pleasurable experiences, Caroline didn’t know. “And trust me, when Klaus comes, you’ll wish you were in this damn tomb. You all actually did me a favor with this set-up, I’ll be the safest girl in town.”

Elena leaned forward eagerly. “So you do know Klaus.”

For a split second, smoothed faster than any human sight could register, Katherine Pierce actually looked scared. But she made her way to the ground as gracefully as possible and snatched the blood bag up to drink. After a longing pull of the straw, her eyes flicked up to her mirror image. “Yep. It’s cute you all think I’m the big bad, when you have no clue what evil is really out there. I do what I need to survive. Klaus...he doesn’t stop at survival. Try to stop him, and he’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Is that what he did to you?” Caroline asked, surprised at the wistful warning and that it was coming from her of all people. It bled of bad memories and worse nightmares; a bad feeling crawled up her spine at what might have haunted her murderer’s centuries.

Licking her lips, Katherine squinted up at her, as though measuring her up. She smirked when Caroline’s back straightened in reaction. “He wishes. But now he's got bigger fish to fry than little, old me."

"You know what he wants."

Her eyes rolled before they landed on Elena, who patiently watched for any reaction to the accusation. Katherine, however, didn't seem all that willing to rise to the bait. Shrugging, she jutted her chin toward the tote bag Elena still held in her lap. They stared at each other for an uncomfortable moment, the tension making Caroline shift in her stance, though she didn't dare interrupt.

Finally, Elena frowned and pulled out another blood bag. She lifted it in warning. "What does he want?"

"You," Katherine sighed. "He needs a doppelgänger, a human one. I ruined his plans five hundred years ago by transitioning, something he has yet to forget or forgive."

Caroline shook her head. "Then why not come get her? Mystic Falls isn't exactly a fortress."

Tongue clucking, Katherine's expression turned almost pitying. "You're not asking the right question. When the time is right, I'm sure Klaus will do just that. Violently, with a lot of collateral damage." Her eyes flicked down the line of Caroline's body. "By the way, how is Tyler? I've been so worried about him since he triggered his curse," she whispered, like it was dirty word.

A sudden fear clenched around Caroline's throat. "Leave him out of this."

"Too late." The sing-song tone grated on her nerves, and she really didn't like the way Katherine's teasing gaze stayed trained on her. "Tell me, baby vamp, what do you know about the curse of the sun and moon?”

They spent a good hour with Katherine, gleaning every detail and rumor they could about her dealings with Klaus and what trouble he might bring for them. But even days later, all Caroline had in her mind were more questions and a deep, deep fear she couldn't shake. Between that and trying to keep up the human act for her mom and Matt, she was a jittery mess scrambling for control.

And then Tyler went missing.

A part of her hated to even notice, let alone worry for him after the kidnapping and torture he enabled at the hands of his uncle’s pack. Carol had approached her directly at a fundraiser, though, concerned that he’d stopped answering texts. “He knows better than this, to miss so much school,” she said, near frantic despite the breezy smile she held for the other guests. “To go camping, of all things, with some people he just met. I know you’ve had a falling out, but if you hear from him...”

Caroline had brushed it off as wolf business; the closest thing to camping she’d ever seen Tyler do is pass out at the watering hole after a particularly impressive keg stand, so it stood to reason that it was a convenient cover for running around the woods in nothing but fur. Sending a text was the most she was willing to do. As the days dragged on with no answer, especially given the groveling he’d tried to do before he left, she reluctantly felt her own concern growing.

Things didn’t click in her mind until Damon made an off-hand remark about one less wolf to beat to the curse. “Not that Lockwood is likely to solve any puzzle first. Katherine had it right, wolves make better brawn than brains, best used for cannon fodder."

"They're still people," Stefan had sighed.

But Damon just shrugged. "Collateral damage, whatever."

Collateral damage.

Horror seeping into her awareness, Caroline almost charged her way back to the tomb. The rock barrier rolled away with a crash, her control frayed by sudden realization. "You've been collecting us," she accused, her voice echoing into the darkness. "You're working for Klaus, to help him break this curse."

Silence held for a long moment, then a slow clap rang out. Katherine's croak was strained, but her amusement clear. "Give the girl a prize." Clawing her way toward the entrance, the older vampire's eyes were oddly intent for the physical weakness she was showing. Her skin had become gray and flaky in the week since their visit, the slender frame Caroline so envied in her doppelgänger wasted away to look almost skeletal. "But I'm no one's lackey, cupcake, and definitely not Klaus's."

Caroline frowned as she crept to the edge of the doorway, fighting down the impulse to take a step away. Even without blood and spelled into captivity, Katherine would always prick her confidence for fear of dying again; worse, she was pretty sure the scheme already put into place was going to get her killed anyway. "Because of what he did to your family," she guessed, though the story had haunted her dreams. Finding nothing but blood and devastation where her home stood left her waking in a cold sweat, a sudden fear only soothed by the sound of her mother's undisturbed snores in the next room.

"Klaus is a monster," Katherine answered in a dry whisper. "Whatever you think of me, I can promise he'll deliver tenfold. I've seen it.”

"Then why do his evil bidding?"

Her withered tongue traced her cracked lips, eyes closed in apparent exhaustion. "I've been on the run for five hundred years, and not once have I been able to outsmart him other than to keep running. Mystic Falls has a human doppelgänger, a moonstone, a werewolf, a very powerful Bennett witch, and a vampire." Her eyes flicked open, squarely landed on Caroline. "If that's not a ticket for freedom, then I don't know what is."

Sneering with more venom than she knew she could muster, Caroline curled her hands into fists to keep from tearing the bitch limb from limb. "I should make Bonnie let you out so you can be the goddamned sacrifice."

"Funny, love," a new voice said, its lilting accent confusing and endearing all at once. "I was thinking the same thing."

About to turn, Caroline froze as Katherine scrambled further into the tomb, like she was trying to disappear entirely. The natural curiosity she felt at the stranger was soon overpowered by an utter awareness of the power he was exuding, made worse considering she hadn't noticed him sneak into the cavern. Slowly, she moved to face him and the threat he posed, careful to keep her back to the solid rock wall. Shorter than she’d imagined and sporting a deceptively pleasant smile, she found a very attractive man staring at her with obvious calculation. "Klaus."

His smile spread, deepening the dimples she hadn’t noticed yet. Added to the artful curls and pink lips, he might have stepped right out of an angelic painting rather than the hell he supposedly ruled as the Original Vampire. But she’d seen a pretty face and gotten a monster before, and Caroline wasn’t fooled. “I’d be impressed for one so young to recognize me, but I think Katerina’s been telling tales. Surely a smart girl like you knows better than to believe a word out of her mouth.”

Wetting her suddenly dry lips, Caroline did know better than to let her eyes slide away from Klaus with his focus solely on her. “I’m something of a gossip. Information is valuable, and even bad sources tell the truth sometimes.”

Eyebrows lifting, Klaus took a step forward. Once more, she had to fight the instinct to move back. Her fear was more rational considering he wasn’t magically locked behind a barrier, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of showing the terror he inspired. “I happen to appreciate information, sweetheart. Perhaps you’d be willing to share?”

She forced a smile of her own. “Sorry. Mom said to never talk to strangers or crazy old vampires intent on killing my friends.”

“Ah, but the good sheriff isn’t a fan of any vampires,” Klaus said, eyes narrowed on her reaction. “Is she, Caroline?”

Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, her teeth clenched to keep from trembling.

Klaus smirked as he closed the gap between them, and he raised a knuckle just under her chin. “Now, Katerina would say otherwise, but I believe family is important. I wouldn’t dream of harming your mother, and I’m prepared to make assurances to that fact.”

Slaughtered, all of them. The entire village only because they knew me. Katherine’s story rang in her ears, and the hands that wrought that destruction within inches of her throat. And he was promising to keep her mom safe. “Why?”

His head canted to the side, like he was assessing her. “Because I think you might be the key to solving my little curse, dear Caroline, and I’d like your help.”

“And if I say no?”

Lips curling up, Klaus let a thumb coast along the edge of her jaw. “I have many means of persuasion, love. I’d hate to have to choose harsher methods.”

Caroline breathed in deeply, her brain working in overdrive to think through her options. Almost tempted to dive into the tomb, she knew it would leave her mom and her friends to the harsh methods he promised. Worse, she would be helpless to do anything but watch Katherine desiccate, knowing the same would happen to her.

Had Klaus truly wanted to kill her, she would have been dead already. She didn’t particularly want to help him break the stupid curse, mostly because it ended up with her also dead. Even if she managed to earn enough goodwill to save herself, Elena and Tyler were still at risk.

But if she refused, they’d all probably die anyway.

“What do you want me to do?”

Klaus just tapped her chin, immediately stepping back, though she didn’t relax her posture. “I want that information you’re so keen on collecting, love. The Salvatores, the Bennett witch, your precious Elena. I like knowing the pieces on the board.”

She scoffed. “This isn’t a game.”

“Sure it is,” he laughed, looking at her like she was a cute animal chasing its own shadow. “Think it over, as to whether you’d like to play on the winning side.” He nudged his head back toward the gaping hole in the stone. “You’ve already seen what it means to lose.”

Biting her lip, Caroline watched him walk to the edge of the cavern where he’d make his exit. “I don’t want anyone to die.”

He had the audacity to wink at her. “Then it sounds like you ought to win, Caroline.” Easily jumping up to the church ruins, Klaus was gone, leaving her to consider his offer - as vague as it was.

"You just landed on the wrong list, blondie," Katherine croaked, leaning out of the darkness just enough for Caroline to make out the shape of her. "Palling around with Klaus is only going to get you killed."

"It's your fault he's here at all," she hissed back, nerves frayed to the point of exhaustion.

A huff of laughter, then a ragged cough. "To be fair, he did seem to like you. Didn't even draw any blood. Must be getting mature in his old age," she whispered teasingly. "He is pretty great in bed, if that helps. You'll still end up dead, but at least you'll have some fun first."

She wanted to scream. "Shut up."

"Whatever," Katherine sighed as Caroline stomped away. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Hopping out of the cavern without nearly the grace Klaus had managed, Caroline tried to focus on anything other than the idea of Klaus's bed and what it'd mean to pick him.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #to rely on the kindness of strangers #313etanonymys #thanks for the prompt!#i hope you like it!#not so prompt prompt #my bad #I'm sorry it took so long #and that I messed it up the first time

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dndeviants · 5 years

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Rendezvous with Rictavio

Linda awakened early the next day. She felt well rested from sleeping on the large bed. She stretched... recalling the agreement to meet Rictavio at the Blue Water Inn.

She cursed herself for forgetting and getting caught up with Strahd. Linda walked over to the writing desk and searched for paper and a quill.

Having found the necessary things, she began to write in Thieves Cant, leaving a message for Aric and Jeeves:

I can answer a couple of the questions you asked me last night that I didn't know. I talked with the vampire and he enlightened me on what he knows. I am going to the inn to talk with Rictavio about some things. Please join me when you get this note. I will inform you what I know then.

-Linda

She threw on her coat and strapped her pack and weapons on. She folded the note up and slid it under the door to Aric’s room. She quickly left the house...

The morning air was cold, and the sky was cloudy. Mist gathered at her feet and caressed her cheek as she walked. She entered the Blue Water Inn and saw Rictavio...

Rictavio made a gesture and summoned an illusory rabbit, "It had a vicious streak a mile wide! And had big... sharp...pointy teeth!"

Linda rolled her eyes and looked around to the audience. It didn’t seem like the few Barovians there bought Rictavio’s story. She decided to spare them.

"Are you quite finished with your tall tale?” Linda asked, “I would like to have a word with you."

Rictavio snapped toward her voice, relief washing over his face as he saw her, "Alright. My room? Away from any eavesdroppers?"

Linda nodded and crossed her arms, "Sounds good to me."

Rictavio guided her up the stairs and led her to his room. Once they were inside, he closed the door and locked it. He turned to Linda and put his hands on his hips.

"What the hell?” He exclaimed, “Where were you? I thought you were coming back to the Inn? We had things to discuss!"

Linda held her hands up defensively, "Look things came up. I didn't intend to not keep my word."

He sighed in frustration, "Alright. So... what happened?"

Linda put her hands in her pockets, "Vasili invited us to dinner at his house."

"Wha-?" Rictavio blinked and threw his hands up in the air, utterly disbelieving, "And you went? You know who he really is!"

"Yes, we went and confronted him about what we know,” her tone was short, “He knows that we know, but it's fine. I convinced him to still be calm about everything.”

She sat on the bed, “Everyone is still going forward with the plan. He is going to be traveling with us.”

She looked at his stunned face, admitting, “And I have revealed my other profession to him. He knows that I am a hunter,” she locked eyes with him, “I am making a call: No Action. As long as his behavior continues on his current path, I have no reason to kill him. From what I can tell, he is actually trying to fix the things he has done against his people and working to better himself.”

She crossed her arms, “For me, that is good enough."

Rictavio took a moment to absorb everything that she told him. He sighed, not wanting to fight, "Okay. I guess that is good enough.”

He leaned against a desk, “So... That means... finding my uncle is going to be a bit tricky. He's not gonna know your call. And I'm not exactly trusting ‘Vasili’ to keep calm if we find him. Considering the history... but I guess we will just cross that bridge when we get to it."

Linda wondered if Rictavio’s uncle was a monster hunter as well. Rictavio slung his pack over his back. He turned to her, asking, "So... are we going to head out to travel? Help out Urwin, stretch the legs a bit?"

"That is the plan,” Linda affirmed, “Though, I am waiting on Aric and Jeeves to get here so that I can give them some information before we meet up with the others. Also, there are two traveling with us that should not be told that Vasili is Strahd. We would have problems and I want to keep them as allies."

Rictavio nodded his acknowledgement as they left the room and headed back downstairs.

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Aric awakened, sensing movement in the house. He slipped out of bed, and saw a piece of folded parchment by his door. Curious, he went and unfolded it, reading a coded letter:

-Linda

Aric shook his friend, speaking Alzhedo, "Jeeves, wake up. Seems Linda spoke with Strahd."

Jeeves slowly rose from the bed, whispering, "Linda...? Ah. She figure out something? Do I need to stab someone?"

Jeeves groggily reached for his weapons.

Aric shook his head, "I don't think so, but who knows. She wants us to meet her at the inn. Apparently, she went to see Rictavio."

Jeeves nodded, half-asleep, "Good... it's too early for stabbing. I wonder what she needed to talk to the weird doppelganger about...” He stretched, “Eh, probably shady monster-hunting-monster business."

Aric waited for Jeeves to wake up fully, both of them equipping their gear. Jeeves nodded to Aric:

"Alright. I am ready. Let us depart, my lord."

They briskly walked down the stairs, passing by Mina, who was busy in the kitchen. They walked past Ruki as she walked down the street to head back to the manor.

Townsfolk were starting to walk the streets, and took down festival decorations. They arrived at Blue Water, and saw Rictavio standing and lecturing about the dangers of werebadgers, while Linda watched on with tired embarrassment.

“They can burrow twenty feet in a mere span of six seconds! And they have claws as sharp as steel! Teeth like knives! And they smell of rot!" Rictavio cried out. He pointed to a random audience member, "They can be beneath your very feet!"

Linda sighed.

Jeeves folded his arms and looked to Aric, still speaking in Alzhedo, "He's such a bad actor. He gets paid to do this?"

Aric shrugged, “I suppose...” though he honestly didn’t see how.

Linda saw the boys and waved them over, "Please be more entertaining than this joke."

Aric nodded to her, "That shouldn't be too difficult for us."

Jeeves jokingly pointed to Aric, "He's a better juggler than I am."

"Come sit, let us talk," Linda indicated the empty chairs.

Aric looked suspiciously around the Inn. He leaned over to Linda and whispered in Thieves Cant, "Can't be too careful...” he made a small gesture, “So what did you uncover about our friend?"

Jeeves folded his hands on top of the table, and leaned in attentively.

“He is the First Vampire,” Linda replied, “And that even though he is young comparatively, it means nothing because we are in the Shadowfell... and time moves at it's own pace here. Time is relative, so who knows how old he really is."

Linda grew serious, "This means that he can be older than any other recorded vampire and has powers beyond any that we already know...” She held out her hand, “Before, he could only walk in the day because of magic. He had an artifact that took on the damage from the sun.”

She paused, “Now, he doesn't need it for that and can use it during battle to negate damage dealt to him. He also can grow more powerful than he already is on his birthday... which is the seventeenth of this month... Three days."

Aric sat in stunned silence. He recognized the Shadowfell from his study of the cosmos and theology... He knew that the Shadowfell was a transitive plane of darkness, where monstrous creatures sprang forth from, and where evil was a primal element... But... he thought that there were no living beings in the Shadowfell. Anything that lived in the Shadowfell succumbed to madness after a few weeks, and were barely able to survive to tell about it... the fact that there was an entire country in the Shadowfell surprised, and disturbed him deeply.

"I didn't know anything living could survive the Shadowfell,” Aric admitted, “Though I suppose if people have been here for so long, we should be fine...” He tried to remain optimistic, “The mists that Ruki used to bring us here must be part of the Shadowfell as well then.”

He thought for a moment, “And Strahd is the First Vampire. That is unusual."

"Indeed,” Jeeves agreed, “There has to be something more to this... How is Mehmet involved? And those werewolves..."

Linda shrugged, "That I haven't figured out yet. Though, I have a hunch that everything is connected by some underlying force,” she paused, “Something is not right about this place."

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Ruki stared through the crystal ball, searching for Strahd’s guests while he paced in the study of Vasili’s manor.

The vampire was fuming. Mina had spent the early hours of the morning preparing breakfast for his guests, only to have them leave... Their rudeness reflected badly on him, and even worse than that, she was just about ready to force feed him the food she had prepared.

Insufferable woman. Insufferable guests...

Ruki furrowed her brows in concentration, “My lord, please... I need to concentrate.”

Strahd forced himself to calm, “Apologies,” he leaned against the wall, folding his cloak around him.

Better. Ruki was able to pull an image of the three outsiders gathered around the table at Blue Water Inn... speaking that awful slang-

No... It has to be a language of some sort... A coded language... She focused her mystic energy to pry into their minds, allowing them to gift their knowledge of the language to her... but only temporarily.

She listened, and looked to Strahd, "They are in the inn, my lord, discussing your... history."

Strahd stood, on edge, "Indeed? I shall have to be wary of them...” He paused, “But I will not make any overt action yet. I need to get them to return... Mina is not happy about everyone abandoning her from breakfast... and I will be sick if I have to pretend to eat another damn apple dumpling!"

Ruki nodded and stood, “Do you wish me to fetch them, my lord?”

Strahd shook his head, “No. Stay here, and appease Mina for the time being. I will gather my guests back,” he walked over to the door of the study, grabbing his top hat off of a wall hook before exiting the room.

He donned the hat and his Vasili persona before exiting his house. He took a moment and examined the light in the sky... No sun. There hadn’t been any true sunlight since the last year.

Today it benefited him greatly. He took the time to transform into a tiny bat and cover greater distance in a shorter time. He flew over to the side of the Inn, and hid, making sure none could see him as he transformed back into Vasili.

He walked around to the front and opened the door, entering. He glanced and saw his three outsider guests gathered around, speaking in furtive tones...

He forced himself to remain calm as he observed them using a coded language to discuss him. He wasn’t naive enough to assume that they were using a coded language in a public space for his benefit...

He let the tiredness show on his face as he approached them, doing his best to remain civil. “Good morning...” he started, “May I ask why you are not joining us for breakfast? Mina is pitching a fit.”

Linda was genuinely surprised, "We just came to meet up with Rictavio,” She looked down guiltily, “I didn't know we were being made breakfast already..."

Strahd examined her reaction and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Foreigners... Though he could hardly blame them for not knowing. He felt his anger at them drain... an odd feeling.

He explained, "It is the host's responsibility to provide for his guests. It would be bad mannered to not provide you with breakfast, since I allowed you to stay in my home...”

He also gave the selfish reason as well, “And if I have to... eat... another apple dumpling, I am going to be sick."

Linda stood, “Alright, alright. We’ll head back now...” She stood and called to Rictavio, “Let’s go.”

Rictavio bowed even though the applause from the patrons was sparse. “Thank you, thank you,” he acknowledged the three people who clapped, “Catch me next week! I will regale you with even more stories!”

He ignored the groaning, “Don’t be too excited. Ta-ta!”

Rictavio slung his pack over his shoulder and walked over to the group, “Where to?”

“My house,” Vasili replied, “and you better be hungry, or else my maid is threatening to quit."

Linda made a dismissive gesture, "Even if we aren't, we will pretend we are and eat."

"I could stand to eat. Jeeves?" Aric looked to his companion.

Jeeves’ stomach rumbled. He put a hand over it in a vain attempt to silence it. His face remained stoic, "I may be a little peckish."

"I like food,” Rictavio declared, “Complimentary? I don't have much spending money."

Vasili waved him down dismissively, "Yes, complementary. Now, let's hurry before she quits..."

The man turned and walked briskly out the door, his guests following him to the manor... the aroma of sweet apples and pastries greeted them long before they reached the front door.

When they entered, they found Mina lounging on the couch, Ruki sipping on tea, and Victor eating at the table. There was a place set for Ireena and Ismark, but it appeared that they had already eaten and left for Barovia village.

Victor sheepishly ate, "M-miss Mina... I'm... getting kind of full..."

Mina snapped, “Someone’s got to eat it!”

Ruki set down her tea, and looked to the outsiders in acknowledgement, “Ah they are back...” She shook her head at their rudeness, “My, my, you all have upset Lady Mina terribly.”

Mina scowled at them, “Oh, look who it is...”

"Our apologies Lady Mina,” Aric bowed his head in apology, “We didn't mean to offend, we just went to find Rictavio."

Mina acted as if she didn’t hear him correctly, “Wait... Rictavio? That no-good story teller?"

"Something smells wonderful!" Rictavio waltzed into the dining room. He sat next to Victor and began to stuff his face.

Ruki murmured in amusement so that only she could hear, “Ah yes, the doppelganger...”

Mina blinked at Rictavio, and then gave a questioning glance to Vasili.

Victor slowly raised a hand, “Miss Harper... can I...?”

"Yes, if you are done, you can leave. You did your part," Mina folded her arms, still feeling spurned.

Victor hopped out of the chair and made himself scarce. As he fell out, everyone else piled in, helping themselves to the food, and piling the goodies on their plates.

Mina eased a little bit and rose from the couch. She was no longer wearing a maid’s garb, but instead was dressed in full leather armor, with a crossbow at her side. Scratches, scuffs, and stitches in the leather made it clear to all gathered that she had been in combat before.

"Good. I hate making food that goes to waste. How is everything?" Mina asked.

Linda gave her the thumbs up while still eating.

Aric sat and stared at the food on his plate, untouched. He looked questioningly over to Jeeves.

Jeeves had gotten too carried away in eating, but then noticed Aric’s glance. He cleared his throat and wiped his face, “Ahem. The food is excellent. You may partake, my lord.”

Aric nodded and began to stuff his face, starting with the savory and finishing with the sweet.

Vasili walked over to Mina, lowering his voice, "Excuse them. They didn't know our customs. It is my fault for not explaining to them. They didn't mean to be rude."

Mina nodded and glanced to Vasili, "So... once they are done eating, I'm taking a vacation from maid work, and going along as a... bodyguard and tracker? Where are we going again?"

“We will be headed toward Krezk,” Vasili stated, “Probably making a detour to the Wizard of Wines, first. Which, I need to ask a few questions of my guests..."

Vasili folded his hands into his cloak as he approached the party, "On the way to Krezk, there are a few detours we can take.”

“We can take an off-road path, and pass Lake Baratok; or take the on-road path. The Wizard of the Wines is a little further away than Krezk, a little further south. Krezk is essentially straight on the road... Do we want to take the off-road path? Or the on-road path? And do you want to visit the Wizard of Wines before, or after going to Krezk?"

Linda set down her silverware, "I want to go to Krezk. So whichever path gets me there the quickest. I don't mind going off-road if it means it can be faster."

Aric nodded, slicing into some ham, "I agree, but personally I would like to see the lake, what do you think, Jeeves?"

Jeeves pondered, "I think I would like to see the lake. We've seen some of your towns and villages... but perhaps it would be nice to do a scenic route... stop by the lake for a bit. Relieve some stress of travel. None of us like being confined in a carriage all the time."

Linda nodded, "That's a good point."

"Very well,” Vasili noted, “We can go take the off-road path... which is quicker, but a little bit more dangerous for the common folk. Wolves and all... but we should be fine...”

Especially since the wolves answer to me, he mused. “We definitely have time to see the lake. Perhaps take a swim if you so fancied."

Mina’s face grew thoughtful, "Being in the woods would give me a chance to start seeing if I can help you track those werewolves. Everyone seems to report them in that area."

Victor raised a finger, "Ah... maybe I could practice magic... You are a mage, Lord Holtz? You could probably give me advice on a few of the spells in here..."

Vasili clasped his hands, "It's decided then. Ruki, let's pack up the carriage and head that way. Do you want to take Harald with us?"

Vasili turned, not waiting for a reply, "I'll leave it up to you. If he's not coming, be sure to leave the back door open for him to get out as he needs."

Ruki stood and whistled, “Come, Harald.”

Everyone loaded up the carriage, filing in and making sure everything they needed was with them.

The horse-less carriage started to ride with just a small gesture. Soon, they were out of Vallaki, riding along the Svalich Road.

Ruki pet Harald as he sat loyally by her feet. Strahd, still maintaining his Vasili disguise sat next to Ruki. Linda, feeling brave, sat next to him. Victor, Rictavio, and Mina sat together, while Aric and Jeeves sat in the back, not wanting to be near the big dog.

Linda looked out of her window as she rode, pulling back the small curtains. Pine trees, beautiful and ancient, shaded this quaint little path, and obscured the distant mountains. Wolves darted into the woods, pursuing an elk... a small rabbit hopped into its burrow near a small spring...

It’s peaceful, she thought. She could have more easily enjoyed this if she weren’t so worried about Timothy.

Ruki stared absentmindedly outside her window, before catching a glimpse of a small gray bird with a long, colorful tail. Vista-chiri... birds of the Vistani. Wherever there were vista-chiri, there were Vistani nearby... the same could be said vice versa.

Interesting, I didn’t think there were any camps this far out, Ruki thought to herself.

Aric fixed his eyes on Harald. He shook his head, That is definitely a wolf. I don’t know how Strahd managed to convince me otherwise. That is a wolf.

The carriage rolled to a stop after an hour. Vasili stood, opening the door for everyone. “You wanted to see Lake Baratok?“ he asked.

They left the black carriage. A vast, blue, glittering lake greeted them, even though the sky was cloudy. Magnificent pines and large rocks surrounded the lake... a small inlet held up a large tower... outside which was a colorful wagon.

Ruki felt drawn to the wagon. It looked like one of the Vistani’s. Without speaking, she walked with her staff in the direction of the wagon and the strange tower.

Linda noticed Ruki’s odd behavior and followed after her.

Not wanting to be left out, Aric and Jeeves followed her.

Rictavio walked out of the carriage, breathing in at the sight, “Wow, that is pretty- hey Linda where are you going?" He rushed after them.

Mina folded her arms and spoke to Vasili, "I'm going to see what I can figure out about this area."

Victor sat down on the beach and began to study his spellbook as Mina went opposite of everyone else.

Vasili narrowed his eyes at everyone heading toward the tower. He walked to the tower. He had not been there in many, many years.

Ruki looked at the wagon. It was definitely Vistani, but she didn’t recognize it as any clan... It was unusual for her people to go anywhere alone... So this was either an outcast, or a survivor...

Aric and Linda walked ahead, looking at the tower. They saw a door with an odd plaque, several markings that looked like people... and one symbol connecting them all. No lock or handle... this door appeared to open by magic.

Linda looked over to Strahd, who was lingering behind, "Hey, you know magic. Look at this."

Strahd maintained his Vasili persona. He blinked and looked at the door, "Ah... this must be Khazan's tower."

Strahd pointed up to the name above the door, just barely obscured from view. He explained, "He was a court mage for Strahd when he became ruler of this land. He helped design some of the magical defenses for Castle Ravenloft. This appears to be a unique sigil to open up the tower. I haven't been over here in some time... but I believe to open it you have to follow the pattern on the door in a sort of 'dance'. You have to do gestures in the right order... or else some kind of trap will go off."

Linda blinked and looked to all gathered. Herself, Jeeves, Aric, Ruki, Rictavio... She turned to the man, "Strahd... everyone in earshot knows who you are."

Strahd looked to Rictavio, frowning... Ah, yes. The little imbecile that tried to out me. How fortunate for him that my guests have remained amiable to me...

"Don't feel bad,” Rictavio smirked, “If it wasn't for that book, I'd never know. We are both bad actors."

Strahd bristled at the insult, but stayed quiet.

Rictavio looked to the sigil, "So... which one is the right pattern of gestures? Left path? Or right path?"

Strahd shoved away his annoyance and examined the sigil. He remembered coming here some time ago, while Khazan still lived... He should have remembered the sequence- the old fool drilled it into his head over and over again just so he could have lessons in magic... Blast my memory... Strahd grumbled, embarrassed, "I... don't remember."

Linda crossed her arms. If Strahd didn’t remember the sequence... "What happens if we get it wrong?"

Strahd paused, "Well, when we designed traps, it was meant to scare away intruders, and become increasingly lethal the closer you got to important areas...” he shrugged, “So I think if you get it wrong the first time... it should just be a warning."

Linda blinked at his nonchalant manner, "But it could be lethal if this is considered close to something important?!"

Strahd waved his hand dismissively, "I doubt it. Khazan was more vain than I am. He'd enjoy the build up and drama."

Linda sighed and looked to the sigil, “Here goes nothing,” she shrugged and started following the sequence from the right...

Electricity crackled in the air. Linda looked to Strahd, confused.

Strahd’s eyes widened, “Cover!”

Shit! Wrong start... Linda fumed and grabbed her hat, dodging lightning strikes, “Non-lethal my ass!”

Strahd grabbed Ruki and pulled her out of the way of one of the strikes, moving closer to the tower for cover. Aric bolted for cover-

Jeeves and Rictavio weren’t fast enough. Lightning glanced Jeeves, but Rictavio was hit directly by a strike.

Rictavio’s skin crawled, shifting from tan to blue, dropping the half-elf form, then turning back to the half-elf persona. He fell to his knees, voice wavering,"Wh-what the hell was that?"

Strahd slowly let go of Ruki, his voice low, "That was a warning."

Linda was aghast, "Shit, if that was the warning, what the hell is lethal?!"

Strahd closed his eyes, and furrowed his brow, trying to pull information from the recesses of his memory, “A blue... Something about a blue... Creature? Nine hells, I can’t remember...”

Aric groaned as he stood, "Linda must have chosen the wrong path. I guess we need to start from the left."

"Alright, left it is," Linda braced herself, performing the dance...

The sigil rotated, the door slid back, and lifted from the floor. Ruki peered into the room. Four clay golems stood still. Crates were strewn about...

Ruki felt something pull at her... Was it the missing Vistana? She moved in, stating, “We might need to be even more cautious moving forward.”

Linda affirmed and put her hand on her gun before walking in. Aric and Jeeves decided to sneak in, clinging to the shadows...

Strahd waited a moment for his natural regeneration to heal his wounds, putting a hand on his sword before entering the tower.

Rictavio stumbled in, still shaken from being struck. Strahd held out his hand to catch him. It would do no good for his clumsiness to set off any traps-

No sooner than Rictavio was fully in the tower, the door slammed shut behind him, cutting off the light from outside.

“Great, now I can’t see shit...“ Linda grumbled.

“I don’t like this...“ Strahd growled. Something gnawed at him... He felt closed off... drained...

Magic...

The small shwithp! of a blade being unsheathed drew everyone to attention, looking for the source of the threat in a dark room. A woman’s voice hissed in the darkness. Ruki recognized the accent of her people in her voice... this was the missing Vistana.

“Why have you come here? Delivering the Devil on our doorsteps!”

A torch lit, revealing the woman speaking. She was tall and tawny skinned, with thick black locks falling out from a red headscarf. She stood tall, sword in one hand, and a torch in the other. She looked to Strahd, “You have Richard... have you taken him hostage? Answer me, before I douse this room in a holy fire, Vampire!"

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Movie Night

a/n: okay LISTEN i was going to bed when my brain decided to be an ass and give me a cuteass story idea and now we’re here sooo enjoy if this is crap i never posted it

Summary: Even superheros love movie nights

Parings: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings: some cursing cause i’m good at that, infinity war doesn’t exist here woo, too much writing but who really cares

Movie nights at the Avengers compound were Peter's favorite. In fact, they were everyone's favorite. The teams of enhanced and highly trained adults never got a minute to settle and do humane things, bond. Times like these were their favorites; where they could just sit and relax in their pajamas, enjoy some random comedy movie or sitcom with the people they fight side by side along with the added bonus of sharing this time with one of the people the team cares about most: Y/N Stark.

Y/N came into Tony's life at a rather unusual time. He remembers it vividly, wishing his 38 year old self hadn't freaked out so much.

****

Tony sat in the bar of his house. His freshly poured scotch on the rocks in his hand as he played around with the circular ice floating in the amber liquid. Nick Fury's words played in his head. "Avengers Initiative," "using your work to save people along with others just like you," "help fight the battles that the average civilian can't," what a load of bullshit. He scoffed as he sipped his drink. Yes, Tony wanted to use Iron-Man for good, to help others, but a team? No, Tony worked best on his own. He didn't need a team nor did he need to be babysat. And "fighting the battles that the average civilian cant"? This isn't Godzilla. There aren't aliens or gods or monsters. Just humans with corrupt hearts and minds. Boy was he wrong.

The loud chime of his home's door bell rang throughout, making Tony sigh.

"Pepper will you be a dear and get that for me thanks," he took another sip of his drink, wishing to just be alone. He listened as her heels moved across the titled floor, as she opened the door to the mysterious person outside his house.

"Uh Tony?" Pepper's usually calm and in charge voice was now replaced with one of uncertainty and concern. "I-I think you should come see this."

"Not now Pep," he grit his teeth. God, why won't anyone get the message.

"No, now Tony." He let another sigh as he dragged himself to the door, scotch still in hand.

"What's the point of having you open the door for me if you're just going to..." he stopped himself after looking outside. A girl, no older than six or seven, stood at his doorstep with nothing but a backpack on her back, a letter in hand, and tears in her eyes that somehow still seemed hopeful.

"Daddy?" Her tiny voice let out once meeting his eyes. Tony's heart stopped. Daddy? Daddy. No one ever said anything about him possibly being a dad to any child.

"What's your name?" Pepper asked the small child, kneeling so she was eye level with her.

"Y/N. Y/N Stark." Pepper's blue eyes met Tony's brown ones. Stark. She's a Stark.

"There's no way..."

"Tony...just look at her." You didn't need a rocket scientist to see that Y/N and Tony were in fact related. She was almost an exact copy of him: dark brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned white skin, a face that could get anything she wants. The nose though, the nose wasn't his. Who's was it?

Tony's eyes moved to the letter in his "daughter's" hands. The name "Tony" was written out in beautiful cursive across the front of the folded lined paper. The handwriting seemed familiar to Tony, he just couldn't pinpoint where he's seen it before.

"Can I see that, Y/N?" He asked in a small voice, fear rippling through his normally steady voice. Y/N handed him the letter without hesitation. Her mommy told her that it was very very important for her daddy to read that letter. His breathing slowed as he read it:

Dear Tony,

Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it. Six, almost seven years now. You probably don't remember me. I mean, of course you don't remember me. You're a "billionaire, philanthropist, playboy" who "doesn't have time nor want women like me wearing him down". It's Lily, Lily Sharp, in case you somehow remember that name. After our little "reunion" in Italy that one spring day in 2002, I found out I was pregnant. And I haven't been with a man for months so, it had to have been yours. But, after your blow up I decided not to burden you with your own child. So, I kept her a secret. But you were not secret to her. No, I wanted her to grow up knowing who her father was and how great he is. Because even though you're a jerk Tony Stark, you're a genius who's going to change the world someday. And I wanted her to know that she has that in her blood.

Now, you're probably wondering "why the hell did you wait six years to tell me this?" The truth is... I never planned on telling you. But, life has a funny way of changing plans because, I'm bankrupt. And I can't take care of Y/N anymore. The bank was threatening to take her away to some orphanage upstate. I couldn't do that to her Tony. So, I did the best I could. I gave her to the man who will be able to take care of her: her own father.

She's dying to know you Tony. She loves you. And I know you're probably thinking that I'm lying about her being yours (but just look at her, she's you with my nose), you can go ahead and as many DNA tests as you want to prove that I'm wrong. But you'll find that she's yours. She loves you Tony. And she wants your love more than anything in the world. She wants to know about the great man that I always told her about, the one we would always watch on TV together as that was the closest she could ever get being in the same room as you, the one I lied for, the one I lied about to keep her safe. Please, give her a chance. She's a great kid and deserves so much more than either of us could give her, but at least you have the money to at least try.

Love, Lily

PS Tell Y/N that I love her so so much and that I'll see her soon.

She never did.

Tony was scared out of his mind. His own father failed him, he had gone six years without knowing the existence of his own daughter, he had Nick Fury on his back wanting him to join some superhero team, up until two minutes ago Iron-Man and Stark Industries were his number one priority, so how the hell was he supposed to all of a sudden be a good father to this innocent child. Tony hesitated in taking her in. Not to be a jerk, not because he didn't care about her, but because he didn't think he could do it. He didn't think that he could be the father that Y/N thinks he is, the father that he knows Y/N deserves.

"Tony, now's your chance!" Pepper told him as she followed him into the bar. Y/N was left behind in the living room with Happy. The bodyguard tried to kept the young girl entertained, but failed miserably, kids are not his forte. "You can end this bad parenting cycle."

"No I can't Pepper!" Tony yelled as he slammed his glass on the bar, turning around to face her. "I can't be the parent that she needs. She's expecting some great man to be her dad, and that's not me. I will only fail her."

"No you won't. You're just saying that because you're scared."

"I have every right to be! I'm not good for her. I-I can't do this. I'm all alone. I can't even take care of myself."

"Who said anything about doing this alone?" Pepper's words sank into Tony's head. "You aren't going to do this alone. I will help you. Happy will help you. Rhodey will help you. You aren't alone Tony," she stepped closer to him with every word. "We aren't going to let you do this alone. Okay?"

"Okay," he pulled her in for an unexpected hug. He wasn't alone. He will never be alone. He was going to be the best he could be for Y/N. Everything was going to be okay

****

Since that day, Tony has been forever grateful to Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey. They helped him raise his precious daughter Y/N. Sure it was hard, parenting is never easy, let alone when your child suddenly enters your life, you have an act to clean, AND your Iron-Man, but they worked it out. Tony and Y/N were a power duo and nothing could stand in their way; not Vanko, not AIM, not the Mandarin, not Killian, not Ultron, not any aliens from space. Tony promised to always keep Y/N as a top priority, to keep her safe, to always come back home. And Y/N always promised to trust her dad, no matter how unsteady his plan may seem, things always seemed to work out.

Tony sat on the white couch with Steve and Rhodey, looking to the right on the matching white Lay-Z-Boy where his daughter was curled up against her loving boyfriend, Peter Parker. She wasn't a kid anymore. She wasn't the six year old girl who showed up motherless on his doorstep. She was a teenager now, falling in love and making mistakes. As much as he wished time would stop so he could hold on to her for just a little longer, he knew he couldn't.

Y/N sat with her boyfriend as her eyes grew more and more tired and she took in the warmth that her personal cushion provided and his signature scent: vanilla and mint. She was aware of her father's gaze on her back. She knows that he was worried about her, he always is he's a parent.

"Worrying means you suffer twice," she teased him.

"You got that from Harry Potter," he pointed out. She rolled her eyes at her father, the two of them sharing a similar stance: arms crossed in front of their chest and a rise brow. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Technically Newt Scamander, but he isn't wrong you know!"

She always said this to him. And he knew she was right, though he never admitted it. But didn't stop him from "suffering twice". She thinks that he likes worrying now. And yes, there is an ever so slight distrust in Peter, he is dating his precious baby girl daughter after all, but Tony trusted Peter whole-heartedly, everyone knew that. Peter has done nothing but prove himself worthy since Tony first saw a clip of the teenage boy from Queens stopping a bus with his bare hands.

Y/N Stark and Peter Parker were inseparable, even before they met each other. Y/N had always heard stories from the team about "a teen in spandex who stole Cap's shield", and was constantly quoting ridiculous pop culture references. Y/N wanted to meet the boy, finding him entertaining and wanting to be his friend. Peter on the other hand, had no knowledge of Y/N existence, barely anyone did. Tony kept her a secret to keep her safe. And she didn't mind, being in the shadows has it's perks. The team didn't know if they were ever going to meet, until Tony invited Peter to the compound.

****

The elevator doors opened, revealing the hallways of the Avenger's compound.

"Holy shit! I'm really in their compound!" Peter excitedly whispered to himself. Be cool Parker, be cool for once in your god damn life.

He walked out of the elevator and down the hall, taking in his surroundings: several costumes for each Avenger was on display. Several different models of Hawkeye’s bow and arrows. Different models of Falcon's wings, each lighter and more efficient than the last. Different costumes for Scarlet Witch, each one enhancing different aspects of her powers. Different costumes for Black Widows including all of her weapons. Nothing for The Hulk or Thor, not like they'd be able to showcase anything. Different models of War Machine's suit, each changing as Stark Industries tech. became more advanced. Different costumes that Captain America has had throughout the years as well as his iconic shield.

"Ha, I stole that," Peter smiled to himself.

And finally, some of Iron-Man's suits. From the first suit he ever used up until his most recent one: Mark 48. Peter stood in front of it in awe. That's the suit that Tony used during the battle with the other Avengers, the civil war if you will, the one that Peter was a part of.

"Hey kid!" Tony's voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey Mr. Stark!" Peter jumped back, pretending that Tony Stark totally just caught him fanboying over his suits. Tony let out a small chuckle, it's been five months and he's still calling him "Mr. Stark".

"Come on. I want to show you something."

Tony led Peter further down the hall, telling Peter things that went over his head. He lost track after "I'm proud of you from stopping that guy...". Proud. Tony Stark was proud of him.

"And that's why I want to give you, this." Tony revealed the surprise to Peter; a brand new suit. This suit was way more advanced than his current one, which is saying a lot. It still had the red and blue that Peter has come to love, just slightly darker, giving it a more mature look.

"Mr. Stark, this is...this is AMAZING! But I can't take it."

"What? Why not?"

"I've given a lot of thought about what you've said and I think I'm good sticking with just some more low profile work. I mean, don't get me wrong, taking down huge bad guys is fun and all but, I'm not sure that I'm ready for it yet."

"Oh...okay kid. Sure. Yeah! That's...that's okay. You keep doing what you're doing and we'll be right here if you need us."

Peter made his way back to the elevator, Tony's words still sinking in. He's proud of me.

Making her way towards where her dad's press conference would be, Y/N also made her way down the hall, but the opposite direction. She recognized the slightly curled brown hair the minute she saw it.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Peter!" she called out, gaining his attention. "Hi! I'm Y/N" she politely stuck her hand out for him to shake.

"Uh, hi," Peter breathed out. Why does a pretty girl my age want to talk to me in the Avengers Compound?

"I'm guess Tony already showed you the suit?"

"What? Oh! Yeah! Yeah yeah, he did." Peter was very confused, how did this girl know about him and the suit?

"What did you think?" a nervous smile played on her lips. Please say that you liked it. Please say that you liked it.

"It was amazing! Absolutely incredible!"

"Really!?" a full smile took over Y/N face. Peter didn't understand why, but he was more than happy talking about the suit that Mr. Stark had made him.

"Yeah! Mr. Stark really out did himself this time."

"Yeah. He sure did," she chuckled, looking down.

"Too bad I can't use it."

"What! Why not?" her eyes snapped up to his.

"Hey kid, you're still here?" Tony interrupted the two kids. "Oh, and I see you've met my daughter."

"What?! Daughter?" Peter's eyes widened. He never knew Tony had a kid.

"Yeah, surprise!" Y/N joked, looking at her dad with a smile. "How did the press conference go?"

"Great, as per usual."

"Cocky much?"

"That's where you get it from sweetheart."

"Wait," Peter now interrupted, "I never knew you had a kid."

"No one did! Not even him," Y/N gestured at her father.

"She is right. I decided to keep her from the media. You know, our line of work isn't exactly ideal."

"I'm cool with it though. I mean, not every kid gets to grow up and say that they basically live with the Avengers."

"Wait so...you know?" Peter asked cautiously.

"I do Spiderling," the girl teased. Peter rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Oh great you too."

"I get it from him," she nudged her dad.

"She's actually the one who designed your suit."

"Wait really?" Peter's eyes widened again. Y/N laughed.

"Yeah. After dad told me what your costume was, I knew I couldn't let New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man fight crime in a onesie."

"It..It wasn't a onesie. But thank you, the suit is amazing. KAREN is fantastic."

"Who's KAREN?" Tony asked, very confused.

"His AI," Y/N informed him, "the one I helped created. You know, the one you wanted to be really encouraging because.."

"Okay that's enough oh child of mine!" Tony stopped his daughter before she purposefully revealed too much. "We have to get going Spiderling, but you're welcome back here any time."

"Bye! I'll see you again?" Y/N asked, hopefully.

"Yeah yeah. Definitely." She smiled at him before following her dad into the lab. Yup, they were going to be seeing each other a lot more often.

****

Y/N and Peter's relationship quickly evolved from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend, not that the team minded in anyway. They all absolutely adored the two. Sure some believed that the two were just two teens blinded by love and were eventually going to break-up, but the team truly believed that the couple was in it for the long haul.

The rest of the team was beginning to grow tired; Wanda, Nat, and Bucky were on the floor in front of the couch while Clint was in the other Lay-Z-Boy to the left of the couch. The current episode of Brooklyn 99 ended, the show only on per Y/N's demanding request. The next episode began to load until Tony's Hulu account as yawns from the tired superhero's and their favorite girl began to fill the family room.

"What do we say team? Call it a night?" Steve asked the group.

"I don't know. Why don't we ask our Brooklyn 99 sponsor: Ms. Y/N Stark?" Clint teased. But Y/N was fast asleep in Peter's arms, content.

"Y/N?" Peter gently shook her. Small whimpers fell from her lips from the action as she stirred in Peter's arms, getting comfortable again. "Yeah, she's out."

"Alright, well I guess we'll call it a night!" The team began to get up and stretch as Peter questioned what to do about the sleeping girl in his arms. Tony looked over at the two and his heart swelled.

"Why don't we all sleep out here tonight?" He suggested, his eyes never once leaving the two sleepy teens. "We haven't done that in a while."

"The last time we did it was before Wanda, Bucky, Sam, and Peter joined, when Y/N was ten," Nat brought up.

"All the more reason to do it," Rhodey concluded, already grabbing the blankets and pillows. Tony grabbed a blanket and laid it on his daughter and Peter.

"Good night you two," he whispered, mostly to Peter.

"Good night Mr. Stark," Peter whispered back, his eyes beginning to close as the warmth from the blanket and his girlfriend was pulling him into a deep sleep. Tony shook his head with a smile.

"It's Tony, Peter, Tony." He left to his designated spot on the couch as Peter pulled Y/N closer with a smile on his face. Y/N nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and pressed a sleepy kiss on his skin. Yeah, movie nights were Peter's favorite.

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tommyquackson · 6 years

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Icey 3

Not My Gif

Part 1/Part 2

Summary: You don’t like Peter Parker. Peter Parker doesn’t like you.

Warnings: powers?? swearing and mentions of readers past.

Authors Note: So idek if y’all got it but like the readers superhero “alias” is Elemental and basically her powers are all the elements (earth, fire, water, air and ice, yes i added ice cause it’s a cool power). I’ll go into deeper detail about her past and powers next chapter. Also the timeline is kinda weird. So it’s after Homecoming, but everyone is still friends after civil war :)))

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

“Keep your voice down Y/n! I haven’t told anyone about the mission yet!”

“Steve, I am not going on a partner mission with Peter! I can’t! We don’t even know eachother, there’s no trust, I don’t know how he handles missions, i can’t!”

“There’s a first time for everything! Plus it’s only for 2 days and one night and then the rest of the team will be down. It’s easy. Now mission briefing in 15 minutes you better be there with a smile on your face young lady. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

As steve walks out of your room you flip on the bed and throw a silent tantrum. This is not what you thought was going to happen when Steve said he had a surprise for you. A mission is not a surprise, it’s whatever the opposite of surprise is! Who even sends two 16 year olds, by themselves, on a dangerous mission! Okay maybe it’s a simple mission but you never know!

You sigh and head down to the conference room. As you walk in you see everyone’s already seated.

“Now that everyone’s here, we have intel that there’s a threat in San Sebastián, Spain. We need to send an undercover couple to attend the Makers Ball. I’ll give the couple more detail after dismissal. After the Ball, the rest of the team will fly in and from there we will stop the threat and return home.” Steve says in his Captain voice. We see pictures of what we need up in the projector.

“Ok so who am I going with?” Nat says

“Actually, Natasha, we’re sending Peter and Y/n.” As soon as our names come out of Steve’s mouth the conference room erupts in disagreement.

“No way cap! I’m not letting you put these kids, because that’s all they are kids, in danger. It’s not happening” Tony says standing up.

“I would never do that Tony. This is not a dangerous mission, I promise. If I could go myself I would, these guys are harmless but they know us. It wouldn’t be undercover if the avengers showed up to a ball for young entrepreneurs. I’m sorry Tony, but it’s just one night. They’ll take care of eachother and we have secret ops incase of dire emergency.” Steve says crossing his arms.

“I’m okay Mr. Stark. I’m excited to go on a real mission.” Peter says quietly.

“Of course you are” I mumble to myself.

“You have an objection, Avatar?” Tony says using one of his hundreds of nicknames for me.

“I’m just saying, you’re sending me on international mission with a kid whos left New York 2 times, both times it was sheer luck that he wasn’t killed, so excuse me if i’m not exactly feeling confident in the success of this mission” I stand moving to the front.

“Y/n! We’re not having this conversation right now!” Steve speaks. “Everyone you’re dismissed, we will have another meeting the day before we fly out.” Steve speak to the rest of the room. As everyone leaves Steve stops Peter.

“It’s fine Mr America-“

“Please kid, call me Steve”

“Sorry sir-Steve. It’s just I get what she’s saying. I’m not experienced, she’s allowed to have an opinion.”

“It’s not opinion Peter it’s fact” You cut him off.

“Y/n, what is your issue?” Peter yells going red in the face.

“Clearly, Parker, my issue is you. Since the day you met me, you’ve been acting like a complete ass. You don’t know shit about me!” You step closer to him.

“YOU DONT KNOW ME! I have been nothing but nice to you recently. The only reason I was an ass to you is because you were a bitch to me.” He yells at you.

“Get over it Peter. I’m so sorry that not everyone is as up your ass as Tony is, welcome to the real fucking world.”

“Kids quit it!” Steve says using his captain voice.

“With all due respect sir, no. Y/n, the real world? really? When was the last time you talked to anyone outside of the compound? You don’t know shit about the real world because you’re just a little baby. You have everyone take care of you and then complain you’re being smothered. You can’t do anything by yourself without Steve or Mr Barnes fixing it for you. I do all my shit by myself. I handle everything by myself.” He spits at you. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and fire tickling your hands.

“You don’t know anything about me, Penis Parker, and if you ever say anything about my dads again, I will burn the actual fuck out of you. What my family does for me is none of your fucking business. Never once, did I say anything about your family. But I can Parker, I can say alot about you and I will if I have to.”

“Atleast you cant say my parents used me for Hydra testing and torture me, cause that would be uncalled for.” He hisses at you. Your fire dies out and you feel ice flowing through your veins. You turn around quickly and look at tony.

“You told him? I trusted you with everything in me! I DEFENDED YOU WHEN ANYONE SAID YOU WERE NOTHING BUT SELFISH AND SHALLOW BECAUSE I LOVED AND TRUSTED YOU. I FUCKING HATE YOU ANTHONY STARK! I HATE BOTH OF YOU” You scream, fire and ice working together to create a deadly mixture.

“I’m sorry kid, I-“

“You’ve said enough Tony.” Steve grabs you and pulls you out of the room and your hair is engulfed in flames. You begin sobbing in Steve’s chest your fire being reduced to nothing.

“I hate him. Please Steve don’t make me go on this mission.” You beg in his arms, and feel Buckys metal arm rubbing circles on your back.

“Honey, i think it’ll be good for you. I know that you don’t want to but for one you can work out you issues and two you don’t go on a lot of solo missions and you’re getting older. I’m sorry y/n. I know you know I just want what’s best for you and as much as you hate it, we only want what’s best for Peter as well.” Bucky says pulling you into his arms.

“It’s not fair. He can’t talk about my parents like that, he can’t-he doesn’t-it’s not-“

“Hey. It doesn’t matter, he said something out of anger and-“ Steve rubs my hair.

“Wait, what did who say Steve?” Bucky cuts him off, a look of anger on his face.

“Buck I don’t-“

“Tell me Steven now”

“Peter said something about hydra and y/ns parents.” Steve sighs.

Buckys face grows cold. He looks down at you before pulling you back into the room where Tony on practically yelling at Peter.

“Peter Parker. Who the hell do you think you are? You always walk around stabbing peoples wounds?” Bucky charged in.

“I’m sorry seargent sir. I didn’t mean to, it just slipped out and I would never intentionally say something so rude and i’m ashamed and scared pleased don’t murder me” He speaks quickly almost hiding behind Tony.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to” Bucky pushes you forward.

“I don’t want your apology. I’ll be upstairs if anyone needs me” You speak looking at Peter before running to the elevator. Once you get outside you scream and conjure the fire deep from within and burn everything in sight. You sit in the middle of the burning platform and cry.

“Miss Y/n? Can you please put out the fire?” Friday speaks cautiously.

“Sorry Friday. Of course” You sigh and use your water to estinguish the flames.

You sit for hours thinking about what you’re gonna do. You decide to do the only thing you know how, ignore the issue and act out of utter spite and hatred. If Peter thought you couldn’t do anything for yourself you were gonna prove you were the most independent 16 year old he’s ever met. You walk back inside and down to find Steve.

“Stevie? I’m ready for my mission briefing.”

Part 4

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clown-bait · 5 years

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A Very Monster Christmas (Monster Roommate AU) PT4

Jesus fuck its been awhile. Believe it or not I actually have 3 whole chapters written including the conclusion to the christmas series so hopefully when I finish one more in between chapter I can actually post weekly again. Think of it like constipation but for writing.

PT4 The Weather Outside is Frightful

“No.”

“Penny please I'm so bored and you could use the babysitting practice.” Leech bravely took her eldritch's gloved hands in her own. The clown was not moved.

“I just saved you three days ago. You are not to leave.”

The nosferatu frowned and dropped his hands. “You know I'm just going to find a way out anyway.” she grinned at him smugly while Pennywise's upper lip twitched over his fangs in annoyance.

“You try my patience little thing” he growled and moved closer to her till she could feel hot puffs of air on her cold cheeks.

“I'm not going alone anyway Fred, Chucky and Drac are coming with me.”

The clown’s eyes narrowed into slits “That makes it worse.”

“Junior let the blood sucker get some fresh air for crying out loud.” Uncle Penny groaned as he turned to Leech’s mom. “I swear he is the biggest drama queen you should have seen him when he woke up the guy put on the biggest tantrum.”

Pennywise snarled and turned to his elder half baring his fangs in warning.

“If you want me to stop then cut the theatrics kiddo.” the elder clown huffed and quickly motioned for the group to leave.

Leech was mostly out the door by the time Pennywise registered she had slipped out “Bye Love don't eat Chucky’s kids!” she called out to him as the old door slammed behind her. The clown’s eyes were alarming red and yellow facing completely different directions. Before he could react to being tricked he felt a harsh tug on the puff of his pantaloons.

“All right Jingles, your baby mama asked me to give you a crash course on how to not completely fuck up your family and my mother always said the best way to learn is to try it yourself.” Tiff began as she pulled the massive creature back into the living room. “Now I want you to sit down with Glen and Glenda and have a nice little chat with them.”

“Oh this ought to be amazing!” Uncle Penny laughed and got comfortable in his seat to watch the show.

-----

“So what's the plan boys local bar? Convenience store? I'm partial to crashing a house party myself.” The vampire said turning around to her ghoulish companions.

“I dunno Fangs whatevers closest its fuckin freezing out here” Freddy pulled his trench coat tighter. Dracula lagged behind slightly uncomfortable with the implications of their outing. Chucky who was being generously carried by Leech called out to him.

“Come on Drac you're lagging behind and getting laid takes time. We ain't got all night!”

“This is very generous of all of you but I do not need-”

“Yeah 200 years is a long enough of a dry spell dude, come on you helped me get my man I'm gonna help you.” Leech shouted over him as she pushed through some deeper snow.

“Woah there fangs let's not push through the deep stuff in a snow storm.” The doll gripped his friend tighter

“I'm leading this hunting party dont like it you can walk.” The vampire stated simply and pushed onward through the field.

“Yeah great idea to take a short cut into town through deep snow Fangs!” Freddy huffed.

“Well the three of you wouldnt let me take the trees and roof tops.” Leech grumbled and continued to push onward.

“Fangs do I look like I was built to Spiderman around? Good Guy dolls are made for hugs not acrobatics and you're too clumsy anyway.” Chucky grumbled while clinging to his friend.

“I've gotten better!” Leech shouted and Dracula coughed.

“Eh debatable apprentice.”

“Oh yeah and when's the last time you actually instructed me on anything” the younger vampire growled.

“Well after you cancelled the last three times to as you so artfully put it, marathon with your lover, I assumed you were far too busy for things like learning to survive.” a dark color tinted the nosferatu's cheeks as she nearly tripped in the deep snow.

“One of those times was for a legitimate movie marathon ok!”

“Yeah that ended in the other kind.” Freddy added.

“So what if my sex life is healthy.”

“Excessive is a bit more like it.” the doll grumbled.

“Ok Pen and I both have big appetites it works out.” Leech led her friends out of the deep snow as Freddy snorted.

“Yeah I'll say! Vampires man you all are in a constant state of horny I swear.”

“Excuse you flatmate!” the elder vampire called out in offense.

“Yeah you're not one to talk you told me all about your adventures before the “Mina” incident. Didn't you bang her friend in the form of a wolf or something?”

“DO NOT SPEAK OF HER NAME”

“Do you need to hold Chucky again Drac? He said it himself he's good for hugs.” Leech sneered holding her friend out as he thrashed angrily.

“Hug me and I'll remove your eyeballs!”

“Hey if I squeeze you tight enough will you say the catch phrase?” the vampire hugged the enraged doll despite his warning. Chucky went eerily still.

“Fangs if you weren't filled with a murderous fear God’s kids you'd be dead right now” he snarled. Leech laughed at the empty threat and patted her belly.

“Gotta love my little security blankets! I wonder how he's doing.”

“My guess is terribly.” the dream demon chuckled.

“I want to say I have faith in my mate but seeing how they're Chucky's kids...you're probably right.” leech sighed and stretched as they finally walked into town. Chucky straightened himself back out as his feet touched the ground.

“Just an fyi fangs you're paying for the therapy.”

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“Whys your head so big?”

Pennywise grunted in response. He sat cross legged on the floor in front of two children who stared up at their natural predator with wide eyes. The little boy crawled forward.

“Are you an oni?”

“A what?”

“An oni”

“Kid wants to know if you're a demon junior.” the senior Pennywise shouted.

“I am much more than a simple demon child!” the clown snarled with malice

“Yeah yeah eater of worlds, be nice Jingles or I'll make sure you can't have any more kids” Tiffany growed as she sharpened a knife.

“You cant possibly kill me doll.”

“Wasnt talking about killing you” the dolls mother slammed the blade into the coffee table. The clown's golden eyes grew wide for a moment as Leech's mom gently spoke up.

“Pennywise try a more friendly approach with them!”

“HAHAHAHAH Sally baby I've been telling him that for 200 years. It's like menacing asshole is in his DNA.” his older self cackled nearly falling out of his seat.

“Thanks for making me a hit with the in law.” The younger clown grumbled under his breath.

“Why is your eye messed up?” glenda leaned forward crossing her eyes to imitate the clown who began to growl low as red tinted his irises.

“You're lucky I'm dieting”

“And Fangs is lucky you still have a functioning dick right now.” Tiffany warned as Sally cringed.

“Can we not talk about my daughter like that”

“Yeah uh how much do you know about your daughter dollface” Uncle Penny's fingers wrapped around the witch as he pulled his cigar out of his mouth.

“She takes after her father”

“I'm tempted to ask but I think Jingles is about to have a major breakthrough in positive child interaction”

“Mister Pennywise can I touch your nose?” Glen asked eyes wide

“Uh…” the clown glanced up at his companions who all enthusiastically motioned for him to agree. “All right child.” the clown craned his body close to what he usually considered an appetizer. Glen reached forward his small hand touching first the clowns nose then his cheek running his thumb on the smooth clay like skin.

“Its not paint?”

Penny blinked at the question. “No. It is not.”

“It feels like paint though how are you doing that?”

“I can do many things child.” the corner of the monsters lips tugged up with a ghost of a warm smile. This one wasn't so bad, it asked many questions but he could tolerate it. He could tolerate it till its sister began to speak.

“Can you make a balloon animal?”

“Oh course I can” Pennywise smiled wide and reached behind his back pulling out a giraffe

“Not with your tricks do it for real”

Pennywise stared at the little girl completely motionless. He didn't actually know how to make a balloon animal. His his uncle elbowed what be considered to be his mother-in-law with wicked excitement.

“Well? Can you do it or not?” the child asked impatiently.

“I..”

“Jeeze what kind of clown doesn't know how to make a balloon animal.”

Pennywise lunged forward teeth first “NO! I mean I can. I can do anything, I am all powerful and I can easily entertain two little brats.”

“Yeah right you're boring I can do better tricks than you!” Glenda sneered right back in the predators face.

“Oh boy here we go.” Tiff sighed and handed her son to Leatherface while moving to grab her daughter. “Glenda sweetie leave the clown alone.”

Pennywise glared at the child and snarled “Like what.”

“Like this.” Glenda shouted pulling a small knife from her pocket and stabbed the clown in the eye. Pennywise let out a horrible roar muffling the cackling from his older self as Tiffany dragged her daughter out of the grasp of the rampaging clown.

“I'm not paying for therapy.” she sighed as she dragged her kid out of the room.

---

The four monsters pressed onward into town the rising wind kept the wiser safe in their homes. These four were not among that category. Freddy wiped some frozen ice off his scarred skin and paused outside of the general store after seeing the “closed” sign hanging in the doorway. Up ahead of him Chucky groaned.

“Ugh this trip was pointless we're not gonna find anything open.”

“Then let's break in somewhere Drac can do a hypnosis trick or something.” Leech growled a bit her hunger getting to her as her mentor rolled his eyes.

“You could too if you practiced more.”

“Do you want me to help you get your dick wet or not Dracula.” the younger vampire hissed.

“Are you implying that I need help? My dear you realize I have seduced thousands of women.”

“And yet none of them stuck around.” the dream demon chuckled while elbowing his companions.

Dracula swore loudly in his mother tongue as his companions turned heel down an alley.

“Some of them were murdered!” he called after them then pulled his coat tighter hiding his dark cheeks. Dracula breathed in deep to sigh before proceeding forward when something caught his nose. It was musty, damp and beastial with a hint of the forest. The realization hit him too late….They had been followed.

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wincestytypeoflove · 6 years

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Evil Like Me

Title: Evil Like Me Link: AO3 Square-Filled: Fear Kink Ship: Lucifer/Sam Rating: Explicit Warnings: RAPE and ABUSE Tags: Emotionally hurt Sam, abuse, abusive!Lucifer, abused!Sam, in the cage, rape, raped!Sam, non-con, Outsider POV, voyeurism kinda? Summary: Lucifer loves abusing his favorite pet and Michael likes watching Word Count: 1034 Made For: @spnkinkbingo A/N: My second square fill! Hope you enjoy!!

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There was something about seeing Sam Winchester, Lucifer’s perfect vessel, on his knees. Michael didn’t really know what it was, but seeing the once strong, defiant Winchester as a mere sex slave made his stomach flip; Lucifer’s more so. The cage wasn’t very big per say but there was just enough distance between Michael and Lucifer where the older archangel could watch and not get in his little brother’s way.

Morningstar had his vessel tied up, hands tied behind his back, legs spread with a blindfold on and a gag in his mouth. Harsh breaths expanded from Sam’s chest, the only thing telling Michael he was afraid. Lucifer tilted his head, hands starting to run through Sam’s long mane of hair. Sam flinched and let out a small snarl, making Michael smirk.

Not so submissive after all.

Lucifer just smirked, red eyes flaring briefly and tugged harshly on Sam’s long strands. The Winchester yelped in pain, grimacing. Muffled shouts and curses that weren’t distinguishable amused the archangels greatly.

“What was that, Sammy?” Lucifer purred in his ear. It was obvious to Michael that Lucifer adored the shiver that wracked through Sam’s body. “I couldn’t hear you, speak up!” Lucifer’s hands trailed down Sam’s neck before getting to the joints under his jaw and squeezing.

Sam let out a startled gasp as he was choked, a desperate heave escaping his lean form. Michael watched as Lucifer’s fingers pushed purple bruises around Sam’s neckline, like a chocker which made the vessel even more beautiful. The Warrior of Heaven shifted himself as the sight made his cock swell in appreciation.

“That’s right, you can’t! Want to know why Sam? Cuz you’re my little bitch, understand?” Lucifer snarled, tightening his grip. Sam whimpered, tugging on his hand bonds in attempt to save himself. A few moments later, Lucifer released him, the body dropping as terrified breaths were sucked in.

“I said, understand?” Lucifer asked in a quiet, deadly tone.

Sam made a muffled snap which Michael loosely translated to Screw You.

Michael couldn’t help but smirk as Lucifer roared angrily, advancing toward Sam. What made him even more turned on was Sam’s frightened attempt to move backward but failing. Lucifer’s hand struck Sam’s cheek, knocking the hunter to the side. He didn’t stop there as his foot connected with Sam’s belly and the heel of Lucifer’s foot slammed against Sam’s hip.

Pained noises escaped Sam, whimpering and grunted agony only spurring the two archangels on.

“I can do whatever the hell I want with you, Sammy! We’re bunkmates now.”

Sam didn’t respond, panting softly. Lucifer wasn’t satisfied, roughly knocking Sam’s head.

“Hey, you listening to me? Lemme guess you think you can get out of here, right? You think big brother is gonna save you?” Lucifer chuckled, pulling Sam into his chest, nails digging into the soft flesh of his ribs. Sam let out a small sound of discomfort. “He’s not gonna save ya, Sammy. You’re gonna be stuck here with me, forever. My gorgeous little bitch.”

“L-Liar,” Sam managed to say fully through the gag, his tone trying to stay steady but was instead shaking.

Sometimes, it was hard for Michael to picture this broken sex toy as Sam Winchester but then he does something incredibly stupid, and Michael is reminded of it. Lucifer chuckled, fingers running down Sam’s chest before wrapping around his limp cock.

“N-No,” Sam chocked out.

“No what, Sammy?”

Sam tried squirming away from the unwanted touching. The smell of his growing fear filled the cage, especially as Lucifer’s long cock was rubbing between Sam’s asscheeks. Michael moaned, reaching between his legs and pulling out his cock, slowly pumping his thick length.

Lucifer removed the gag from Sam, teeth nipping his tender ear.

“Don’t to-touch me...” Sam growled, body starting to shudder as it was violated.

“Don’t touch you?” Lucifer grinned, every bit of the devil in his smile. “Who’s in charge here, Sammy?” He roughly tugged Sam’s dick, Michael relishing in the hurt yelp. “Who?”

“F-Fuck you.”

Lucifer smirked and barely gave Sam to realize what was happening when he slammed into Sam’s tight, virgin ass. Sam screamed in pain as the intrusion ripped his walls. Morningstar’s hips canted and started plowing into Sam, moaning at the clenching Sam’s hole involuntarily did. He fucked Sam raw, until his vessel was bleeding which was then used as lube.

Sam sobbed in pain, crying and begging for Lucifer to stop to just end it all, please! It filled Michael’s belly with heat, watching the helplessness, the fear and the disgust roll off Sam. Lucifer’s eyes were red and burning as he pushed his pace, moving faster with every thrust. Sam’s whole body jerked till he was flat on his stomach, forced to take the Devil’s wide girth.

Michael upped his pace as well, moaning softly as his cock’s sensitivity rose. He was tempted to force himself into Sam’s mouth to shut up his insistent whining and sobbing but refrained, knowing Lucifer wouldn’t take to well to sharing the younger Winchester.

“Nobody is coming for you, Sam! You are gonna stay here and rot with me,” Lucifer cooed sweetly. “You think what Big Brother went through was bad? Just wait till I'm through with you.”

At the mention of Dean, Michael noticed Sam’s fear and humiliation rise. How sweet.

“You’re already tainted, this is where you fucking belong!”

Sam shrieked as Lucifer’s rough hands worked his body, trails of bloody bites and hickeys littered all over his skin.

“You’re a monster, Sam. JUST. LIKE ME!” Lucifer cried out as his release shattered inside Sam.

The young Winchester cried out, Lucifer’s cum burning his insides and sinking into his bones. Lucifer ripped himself out of Sam, blood drooling down his thighs. Morningstar reached around Sam’s limp body and brought the unwilling cock into an orgasm.

Michael panted heavily, Sam’s broken body and soft whimpering sending him over the edge and thick strips of white cum splattered across Sam’s back, running down and mingling with Lucifer’s.

Lucifer glared dangerously at Michael, not liking the sudden shared ownership of this vessel.

“Only I fuck him,” Was Lucifer’s rule. Michael only had one thing to say.

“Deal.”

~The End~

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It Started With A Treehouse (G.D.)

I havent written any Grayson smut in forever soooooo here take this garbage lmao

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Ethan, Grayson, and I had been inseparable for our entire lives. We grew up as neighbors, the twins ran into my backyard and climbed into my tree house scaring the hell out of me when we were five years old and the rest is pretty much history. Our parents became friends, we went on vacations together, we were babysat together, and we got along great so we basically grew up in each other’s pockets. As we got older the twins grew like weeds and bulked up quite a bit. There was no denying that they were handsome young men, I just wasn’t attracted to either of them. Or so I thought.

As time went on, I realized a little part of me always loved Grayson a little bit more than Ethan. I always gave in to him, whether it be where we went to eat or what game we played. All he had to do was look up at me through the thick fringe of his eyelashes with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and my resolve would crumble in an instant. His face would split into a beautiful grin, flashing his brilliant white teeth, and I’d melt. Of course, to his face I would scoff and pretend to be irritated but I was never really upset. I don’t think I ever could be.

It was late on Saturday night, and my phone rang with a text message.

*Group Chat*

G: hey sluts, movie night?

E: first off, rude. second, no.

Me: why not E? hot date tonight?! Lmaooooo

G: yeah right, Y/N. maybe with his left hand.

Me: EW

E: HEY LISTEN I COULD GET A DATE IF I WANTED ONE

G: suuuuuure ya could buddy.

E: I don’t see you on many dates dear brother so….

Me: OH SICK BURN BABY

G: you two are the worst

E: aww ya sad now?

Me: yeah gray, ya gonna cry?

G: fuck offfffff. Is anyone coming to watch this fucking movie with me or what????

E: I already said no, dingus. I’m sleeping at Aaron’s house tonight

G: so you DO have a hot date!

Me: don’t let things get too sexy tonight E!

E: you are both monsters.

Me: gray I’m in for a movie if you want. As long as its nothing that sucks.

G: do my choices ever suck?????

Me: um remember the 4th of july with the twizzlers and half a bottle of fireball???

G: I MEANT MY MOVIE CHOICES NOT MY LIFE CHOICES Y/N.

Me: mhmmmmmm

G: I came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now.

E: gray that was lame

Me: you are LITERALLY a living meme

G: yeah but you love me baby!

E: I don’t!

Me: yeah yeah whatever I’ll be over in 5

G: YAY!

I put my phone in my pocket before I slipped my shoes on. I called out to my mother to let her know where I was going on my way out the door. I walked across the driveway and into the Dolan’s front yard. I didn’t bother knocking and I just walked inside. I knew everyone else was gone because the only car in the driveway was Grayson’s. That’s when reality hit. I was alone with him in this big house. Why the fuck was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? I needed to relax and act normal. I could not let my minor crush come bubbling to the surface right this very second.

“GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN WHERE YOU AT?!” I shouted from the front hallway. “I’M IN HERE!” I heard him yell in response from the living room. I grinned and started running. When I hit the living room I dove over the arm of the couch and tackled Grayson onto the cushions. “Y/N what the hell girl?! Are you tryin to kill me?” He said while laughing. His laughter shook my body as I was still on top of him. “You know I like to make an entrance.” I said while climbing off of him. I flopped onto the couch next to him with my feet in his lap. “Go ahead G, fire it up!” He chuckled while pressing play on the remote.

About an hour into the movie, I started to get tired and uncomfortable because of the way I was sitting. Grayson’s large hand wrapped around my ankle. Still staring at the screen, he said “Stop squirming.” My heartbeat quickened just a little and I let out a fake irritated sigh. He patted his thigh and said “Come on.” I smiled a little and rearranged myself so my head was resting in his lap. Grayson knew this was my favorite way to lay but he also knew I always fell asleep like this too. Sure enough he started stroking my hair and in a matter of minutes I was asleep.

About an hour later I started to wake up but Grayson was still stroking my hair so I didn’t open my eyes. Call me selfish but it was soothing and I didn’t want him to stop. I cracked one eye open and his phone was close enough to my face that I could read his texts. Now I didn’t want to spy but teasing Gray was kinda my favorite thing and if there was something funny in his texts I could use against him, you can bet your ass I would. He was texting Ethan and the hand that wasn’t stroking my hair, was flying over his keyboard. It took all of my strength not to shiver while reading his conversation.

G: e I need help

E: whats up bro?

G: im freaking out. Y/N’s head is in my lap

E: dude this isn’t new. she does that all the time

G: e you KNOW this is different. You know how I feel about her!

E: yeah and that’s why I went to Aarons! Man up!

G: I don’t know what to do! God damn it I want to touch her so bad

E: okay well don’t be weird about it. Just like touch her arm or something idk man!

G: ethan you have no idea what she does to me I cant fucking breathe rn

E: well im going to leave you to it FIGURE IT OUT BUD!

G: ETHAN NO

G: ETHAN I SWEAR TO GOD

G: FUCK

He clicked the power button on his phone and threw it onto the other side of the couch, and his head dropped back, a sigh escaping his lips. Now that I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him, I pulled the courage from inside of me and decided that I was going to make the move to go further. I pretended to still be asleep and I rolled over so my face was inches from his toned stomach. I could hear him gasp above me and I bit back a grin. I stretched out like a cat as his hand ran down my spine. I slowly dragged my hand over the growing bulge in Grayson’s jeans. A groan spilled from his lips and I could feel his body tense up. I slowly blinked my eyes open and grinned up at him. “Are you sure sweetheart? Because if we do this, you gotta be sure.” He asked quietly. I could see the hope shining in his eyes and a shy grin appeared on his face as I nodded.

As soon as he had confirmation that I was okay with this, a fire ignited in his eyes and his hand traveled down between my thighs. He began rubbing small tight circles over my clit through my leggings. All reasonable thought flew out of my head at the feeling of his fingers on my most sensitive area. My hips bucked against his hand and moans spilled from my lips. “These need to come off.” Grayson said, pulling at my pants. I stood up and removed my leggings, feeling exposed. “C’mere baby.” He said, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his lap.

Grayson tucked his head into my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin. My hips began to grind down onto his thick thigh and I couldn’t control my sighs as my clit rubbed against the denim of his jeans. At this point I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. “Fuck baby. You like riding my thigh? Does that feel good?” Grayson growled, his hands guiding my hips back and forth on his leg. “Yes! Hngg-oh my god Grayson!” I whined out. One of his hands left my hip and snaked down to rub me through my panties. He pushed them to the side and sank 2 thick fingers into me. I gasped at the intrusion and he grinned me, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. I tipped my head down and sealed my lips with his. He pumped his fingers in and out of my dripping center and my mouth fell open. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I could feel that heat coiling in my belly.

Grayson withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to my mouth. I sucked his index finger into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the thick digits. I looked into his eyes as I continued sucking and he let out a low hiss.

“That’s it. Enough fucking around.” He growled as he flipped me onto my back. Grayson stood up and unbuckled his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers. He pushed my knees apart and settled between my thighs. “Please Grayson. I need you.” I whined, on the brink of tears. “Shh don’t cry baby. Daddy knows what you need.” He whispered, lining his length up with my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

Grayson pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, an animalistic sound ripping out of my throat. He began thrusting into me at a near punishing pace and I couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from my lips. “Please Daddy! God you feel so good! I can’t hold on!” I screamed. “Yeah that’s right baby. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me how much you need my cock.” Grayson grunted into my ear, his warm breathe fanning over my heated skin. “Ugh-Gray you feel so good inside me. Your cock is the best I’ve ever had! I’m gonna come!” I whimpered in response.

His hand gently tightened around my throat, beginning to cut off my air supply. He kept thrusting quickly, his face twisting and contorting as he chased his release. His hand kept tightening around my throat and the air was getting thinner and thinner. The lack of oxygen made my blood feel like it was boiling and my clit was throbbing. Just as my vision started to darken Grayson removed his hand and used it to rub my clit in tight circles as I sucked in a huge breath. The sudden intake of oxygen mixed with his touches threw me right over the edge as I exploded around him. “FUCK!” Grayson shouted into the empty room as my pussy continued to flutter around him. After another half dozen powerful thrusts he stilled inside me as his orgasm washed over him. After he spilled his seed inside me, he collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest.

“Wow. Y/N do you know how I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you?” He whispered into my damp skin. I ran my fingers through his messy hair and whispered back “I’m guessing, as long as I’ve wanted you?” He was quiet before responding. “Y/N please don’t tell me this was a one time thing? I want you to be mine. Like, forever ya know?” Grayson said, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. I cradled his face in my hand. “I’ve been yours since you and your idiot brother stormed my treehouse when we were five years old Grayson Bailey Dolan. I’m not going anywhere.”

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