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drunkjaked · 2 years

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FIVE DAYS ft park jongseong

happy (almost) birthjay <33 + smut + 1277 words

Something about the clock striking from 23:59 on March 31st to 00:00 on April 1st had flicked a switch in Jay. Of course he sometimes tends towards being excited and giddy for no apparent reason but April apparently sees it fit to give him one. A birthday on the month’s 20th day, reason enough for Jay to spend almost 3 whole weeks anticipating it.

Seeing as it’s already April 15th, the switch has long since been flipped.

It's possible that Jay’s excitement may also be amplified as this will be their first time celebrating Jay’s birthday as a couple. Or, well, more accurately, celebrating his birthday together in any capacity.

YN’s stares, enviously, at Jay’s ass in his underwear as he stands up from the couch to go into the kitchen. Hair slightly ruffled from her fingers running through it, moving a little as he bobs his head from side to side. He leans on the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil.

When he finally returns, he gently sets down 2 (full to the brim) cups of tea on the table, lifting the blanket from over her to wrap it around his shoulders to lay down on top of her. His weight is comforting, warm, as he lets himself cuddle into her a bit.

Fixes the blanket to cover them both properly, letting out a satisfied hum from the feeling of the heater on his feet. The black TV screen stares at them, reflecting their position like a framed photo of domesticity - but despite holding the remote in his hand, he doesn’t hit play.

Choosing instead to fix his attention on her. Observing her as she looks back down at him.

Her own eyes are half shut. Tired - quite clearly.

"My birthday is coming up." He says finally.

YN nods, humming slightly as she draws circles on his back with her finger. "What's on your list?" She asks as if she hasn’t already gotten his gift. She hasn’t yet.

"Just you, babe." He puts emphasis on the word, enough to make her toes curl and her nose scrunch up. Not keen. At all. "What's on yours?"

"What's on my list? For your birthday?"

He hums. Giggles at the feeling of her shrugging her shoulders under him. Watches closely as she sighs - making fishlike sounds with her mouth for a little bit, furrowing her brows in genuine thought.

"I just want you to be happy, to have a good day."

“No.” He shakes his head. "No. Something tangible."

"Okay." She thinks for a moment. "How about a kiss?"

"But you can always have a kiss."

"And you can always have me." She pinches his side gently. You already have me, voice a whisper when she says it, hating the smile that comes with it.

He rolls his eyes. Cranes his neck up. Presses a kiss to her lips - though it’s a bit of an awkward angle for him. He loves the feeling of her nail tracing shapes on his back. Are you saying I could have you now if I wanted? Jay mumbles against her lips.

“Mhm.” A nod. “If that’s what you want.”

He wastes no time in letting a hand slip into her underwear, smiling at the way YN immediately lets her leg fall from the couch, spreading herself for him. Unable to resist, he presses his lips to hers, letting out a groan at the feeling of how wet she is.

Jay’s finger drags her wetness over her clit, tracing lazy circles over the bud. Tongue teasing at the seam of her lips, moving over hers with an urgency that his fingers lack. And he can’t help but feel proud of himself with the way she whines when he uses his thumb and index finger to pinch at her.

Thick, flexible, his finger pushes into her slit, pulling his lip between his teeth, in love with the feeling of her walls pulling him in, welcoming him home. Sound of her wetness louder than she’d expected, she pulls away from his kiss, hiding her face behind her hands.

“Don’t be shy, princess.” He coos, fingers picking up their pace. “Not with me.”

YN cries out when he adds another finger, curling them up towards her stomach, immediately finding her g-spot. Spongy, rigi-Jay, another cry and, she hates loves how good he is with his fingers.

It’s not long before her back is arching and her toes are curling, white behind her eyelids when she closes them. Blissful, perfect, Park Jon- “Whaaat are you doing?” YN whines, bucking her hips up (to no avail) in the hopes of meeting his touch again.

“I love this little pussy.” Jay mumbles into the skin of her neck and she can hear the smirk in his voice as he takes a break from sucking on it. “So, so much.”

Her chest rises and falls dramatically as she tries to collect herself enough to give him a response. Then touch it, is all she manages to say, voice trailing into a whine almost immediately.

He hums in response, pressing a wet kiss in the crook of her neck. Fingers coming down harshly, smacking her soaked clit - and it’s obvious she likes loves it given the way her whole body jerks underneath him.

“Again.” Her voice comes out in a whisper as she digs her nails into the exposed skin on his back.

Jay obliges, slapping her pussy again, harder this time and the moan she lets out turns him on more than he could have anticipated, dick twitching in his underwear.

He leans up off of her body, sitting back on his heels, arms wrapping around her thighs to pull her closer and he has to exert mental power to stop himself from drooling at the way her slick coats her folds, glistening as they catch the light.

She squirms as he thrusts three fingers in, filling her to the knuckle before slapping at her clit once again. With a few nudges to her g-spot and two more well timed smacks, YN’s hole clenches sporadically around his fingers as she reaches her release - finishing hard, hot all over his hands.

“Cock, Jay.” She pants, sitting up a little. Hands reaching for him and she moans at the feeling of how hard he is through his boxers. “Please.”

Desperation is so cute on YN and his face hurts from how wide he’s smiling. Jay chuckles. “I have something else for you.”

A shake of her head. “Only want you, daddy.” Her eyes are impossibly wide as she speaks, chewing at her bottom lip when she’s done.

“Behave.” Jay mumbles, trying not to show how affected he is though he’s sure the tips of his ears are bright red, and he hates the way he feels his dick leaking a tiny bit at the state she’s in.

But the grin on YN’s face as she watches him fastening the new jewellery around her neck in the mirror is worth the wretched promise he’d made her that they wouldn’t fuck or go any further than kissing for the next five days.

Which in Jay’s opinion, was not very “Cock, Jay.. Please” of her..

“Have I ever called you Jongseong?” She asks, leaning closer to her reflection, running a finger over the gold cursive that decorated her neck.

Jay thinks for a moment. “No.” He shakes his head, though he doesn’t sound so sure.

With a small laugh, she meets his eyes in the mirror. “Do you want me to start calling you Jongseong?”He shakes his head again, mumbling that he just didn’t like the way Jay looked on a necklace.

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slytherbun · 3 years

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confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Thank you so much for the Jay Briscoe fic, I LOVED it! Your writing is so good that I would love to request another one with him if that’s possible.

In the fic you mentioned a sex tape between Jay and the reader 👀. So could I please request making a sex tape with Jay Briscoe?

You’re the best! Thank you so much ❤️

Jay Briscoe x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Jay Briscoe Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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I am so glad that you liked your first request. I hope you like this one as well.

Part 1 is here (18+)

Summary: Jay & f/Reader record themselves having sex.

YN'S POV:

I have no idea how Jay was able to convince me to do this but then again, he can get me to do almost anything.

He brings me out of my comfort zone and I am thankful for him because before I met him, I was living a kind of dull life.

But then I went to a wrestling show with one of my friends and literally ran into him as I got lost trying to find the washroom.

He told me where it was and I thanked him. Thinking I would never see that man again, but I was very wrong.

Him and Mark were the main event and Jay saw me sitting in the crowd and winked at me.

They won the match and Jay walked towards me, never once breaking eye contact. He asked me out without even knowing my name and I said yes and well, the rest is history.

I was brought back to the present as Jay set up the camera so it can record us. He has two of them. One at the end of our bed and the other beside our bed.

"I don't want to miss a single second babygirl." Was all he said to me as he bought the two cameras.

I took a few deep breaths knowing that Jay will do everything he can to make sure it doesn't get out there.

"All set love." He told me and he looked over at me and I knew he was asking if this was still okay. I nodded my head yes and he hit record.

Jay Briscoe's POV:

YN was laying on her back, with her legs raised all the way over her head and even had her ankles locked together as I did hard, deep strokes inside her pussy.

Her mouth was hanging open, letting out little whines and gasps as her hands were gripping my biceps, digging her nails into my skin, leaving little dents.

"Look at the camera baby." I groaned out, wanting to catch her blissed out facial expressions on camera.

"Oh God Jay." Her eyes squeezed shut as I picked up pace and started to fuck her even harder.

I moved my hips up slightly higher and her back arched off the bed as my pelvic bone rubbed against her clit.

Her pussy was fluttering around my cock and I knew she was close, so I pulled out of her and gripped base of my cock as her pussy had me close as well.

YN sobbed out my name and I leaned down to kiss her, making sure my cock rubbed against her pussy.

She shivered and went to wrap her arms around me but I pulled away. I got off the bed and stood up, pulling on her legs so she knew to get off the bed.

But she was taking too long for my liking so I lifted her in my arms but I had her facing the other way.

I had my arms securely under her knees and I lowered her onto my cock, the two of moaning at the new angle.

I could see us in the mirror that was behind the camera and I could of cum just from seeing my cock stretching out her pussy.

YN's head was flung back on my shoulder, moaning out my name over and over again.

But I didn't move. I just stayed still, enjoying the feeling of her pussy keeping my cock warm.

"Open your eyes baby and look at us." I said to her as I bit her ear lobe. YN did as I asked and she groaned at the sight.

Then I started to move. Going at a nice slow pace so the camera can capture her beautiful pussy gaping everytime I left it and her gorgeous face as I thrust back in.

"Jay." YN whined and I knew she was close. "Cum on my cock baby. Let go." YN reached down and started to rub her clit and I growled at the sight of her doing that.

With a shout of my name, she came so hard that she actually squinted. Her whole body was shaking in my arms as she screamed from the intense pleasure.

I pulled out of her and placed her on the ground, jerking my cock the whole entire time.

I grabbed the camera with the other hand and YN held her mouth open for me. Giving the tip of my cock little kitten licks, the whole time looking up at me.

With a groan of her name, I came. She closed her eyes and kept her mouth open as I came all over her face.

I moaned softly as I saw my cum drip down the side of her face and that moan got louder when YN started to wipe away the cum from her face and sucking off her fingers.

"Mmmm." She moaned as she made sure to get every last drop. She took my half-hard cock in her mouth and gently sucked as it is now overly sensitive.

I placed my hands on the back of her head and just let her do what she wanted to do.

Because the moment I am ready to go again, I am going to fuck her so hard she won't be able to walk straight.

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haechanhues · 3 years

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Like Unrequited IV

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader / sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : angst/fluff. bulleted.

warnings : hmm, swearing. a little bit of a scuffle.

summary : where the curse of unrequited is given to another.

It was almost night time when you and Sunghoon dawdled into a Subway together

Hungry from just walking through the city

Getting to talk to each other about the randomest things

Playing little games

Not letting go of his hands once

You didn’t really want to

His hands felt nice in yours and after the shittiest couple of months you just had

You wanted to be selfish

You wanted to hold a hot guy’s hand when the air was getting colder, roaming around and being the teenager all those Pinterest boards motivated you for

He pressed his lips together as he recognised the music playing

He turned towards you

Pumped up on the adrenaline of the cool air outside

You picked out the cookies you wanted to try

Collecting almost a baker’s dozen

You turned towards him to ask a question

It wasn’t really important anyway

Because when you looked at where he was sitting

He was smiling at you, wiggling his eyebrows and shimmying his shoulders to the beat a little

You danced a little in reply

And it felt like all the possible magic in the world surrounded you in this moment

Time wasn’t really time

You had felt a similar type of way once (with Heeseung) but this was different

You truly felt it this time

There was no fear of rejection or fear of the unknown

You didn’t really care

Not with Sunghoon anyway

You grabbed the cookies with a sweet smile which was surprisingly returned from the owner

You still wore it as you approached Sunghoon

‘What are you smiling at?’

Sunghoon asked, his expression somehow mirroring yours

You decide to be brave

‘You.’

‘Me?’

‘You.’

He licked his lips, grasping your hand in his again and braving the cold wind together

The two of you were acting all mushy when you returned through the school doors

It wasn’t as free as being outside at night time was but- you two were stuck together

Your friends watched you both in the corner of their eye but didn’t say anything

However

Ryujin being Ryujin

Made a comment about it

‘This....This is feeling a little grosser. More sappy if you get what I mean. So are you dating yet or what?’

It went a little quiet

Uhm

You both looked at each other

And didn’t say a single word

Ryujin raised her eyebrows and chuckled a little before staring at the little shit in the corner

She grabbed Heeseung’s collar and yanked him upright

‘Oi, get up, you sick bastard’

Ryujin pulled him to the side whilst he grimaced at his messed up clothes

She stood in front of him

‘You fucked up didn’t you?’

He pursed his lips

‘Don’t you know about it already?’

‘No, Y/N knows I’d fuck you up if you did something wrong.’

‘Then how come-’

‘I can tell by your face, and the fact you’re sulking in the fucking corner.’

‘I just- I don’t know what I’m feeling and she’s with Sunghoon all the time and I feel like I’m losing her and it’s driving me crazy, Ryujin’

‘Is it possible that you’ve liked her this whole time?’

‘That’s crazy. If I liked her, I would be dating her by now.’

Ryujin sighed

‘I doubt it. I don’t think you even realise that you didn’t actually like that girl.’

‘- Okay fair point. But I think if I liked Y/N, I would know, at least.’

‘....Think of it this way, Imagine dating me.’

Heeseung shivered

‘No thanks.’

‘You don’t have to be a bitch about it.’

‘Sorry but’

He clenched his teeth together

‘See? And how did you reject Y/N? Did you even think about what she was saying to you? Did you let yourself actually process it and make a decision actually based on your feelings?’

Heeseung nodded, barely looking at her

‘So stop the bullshit.’

‘You’ve liked her this whole time and it’s time for you to realise what you could’ve had.’

‘I could still have it.’

He was adamant but not confident

‘You could’

Ryujin admitted

‘But, for now, you can’t.’

She offered a sweet smile as she said he next words

‘I won’t tell you I was rooting for you, because I wasn’t, not really. None of these boys are deserving of her. But I guess you’re marginally tolerable. A little less tolerable than Sunghoon, and honestly, that relationship is a lot easier to digest. But you’re not terrible.’

‘Thanks’

Ryujin clicked her tongue as she sauntered back inside, collecting his chair to drag it back to the group.

Where it belonged.

Heeseung dawdled as he slid into the seat next to you where Ryujin had left it

You were focused on what Jay was saying to you and Sunghoon looked like he was ready to punch him

But when he finally sat down

You barely looked at him as you reached over to squeeze his wrist

Forgiven

Slightly

But expected to suck up to you a lot more

Jake poked Sunghoon’s cheek to focus on you, rather than Heeseung next to you

It wasn’t that hard to do

‘Ugh, you’re so whipped.’

‘Shut up.’

You pull Sunghoon dramatically into the library - ditching the last class of the day

He looked at you confusedly before scoffing at the surroundings

‘Is there any particular reason why you’re pulling me into the library?’

You pretend to ponder for a second before a grin takes over your face

‘Just one’

You feel a lot less coy now, instead you’re overtaken with nervousness but not one that feared rejection

You were determined

A little nervous

But fuelled by the way he was looking at you and how pretty he was

And the boy you haven’t stopped thinking about

Your hands find purchase on his cheeks, where you find has become a habit between the two of you in the past week or so

He watches you with soft eyes,

He doesn’t quite know exactly what you’re doing

But he has hope swimming behind his pupils and it drives his heart a little wild

When you press your lips against his for the first time, his heart feels like it’s going to explode out of his chest and paint the whole library red

His hands find themselves supporting the back of your head as he leans further into you

The movements between you are slow, sweet and almost dreamlike

His lips are soft and when your tongues meet, it surprises you that you’re not disgusted by it

Instead you welcome it

He angles your head upwards with his thumbs pressing lightly on your jawline

He smiles when he feels the heat on your cheeks and just how flushed they’ve become

You need to breathe

But you refuse to

He pulls away, his eyes dancing between you both and with a giddiness

‘At a library of all things, Y/N.’

You let out a real lovesick giggle as you go to pinch his elbow

You were happy

Sunghoon was happy

But a boy in the corner, who had been watching the whole thing doesn’t feel the same

Instead he feels regret, sadness, frustration

All of it leeching of the happiness he was supposed to feel for you

‘This is giving me a little deja vu.’

The voice pulls him from the scene and instead has him focusing on the boy beside him

Heeseung has never talked to Jake properly before

Jake is closer to Sunghoon than he is to Heeseung

And Heeseung never felt the need to get to know him on a deeper level

Because Heeseung had hoped that they were temporary

‘He really likes her. You know? He may be shit stirring, he probably was. Don’t get me wrong. But he sincerely likes her. She’s in good hands.’

Heeseung sighs

‘..I know that now.’

Jake looks at him with kindness, swirling with warmth and comfort but it had a hint of something underneath

Warning

‘Good.’

Jake reaches over, cradling Heeseung’s head in the wing of his arms

‘If you’re up for it. I know a great place to eat.’

‘I’d like that.’

Heeseung smiles, even when he doesn’t really want to

He looks back at the two of you

And this is all he can do

Just like that, like unrequited takes a new host.

authors note : this was fun :) originally it wasn’t supposed to have this many chapters, it was just gonna be a one-shot kind of thing but idk it just had a mind of its own. :) i have a lot of confessions about this too <3 I’d probably post an authors confessions soon too. ALSO thanks for the 100 followers.

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wayward-dreamer · 3 years

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Under The Red Hood

Square/s Filled: Red Hood (@anyfandomgoesbingo), Jensen Ackles (Tell Me A Story Bingo).

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word count: 3,458

Rating: Explicit 18+!

Summary: Y/N is a photographer, friend of a SPN crew member, who agrees to take the photos of Jensen in his Red Hood costume. They instantly catch each other’s eye, fighting the urge to jump each other until after the shoot is over.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut: Dirty talk, Oral Sex (male receiving), Hair pulling, Brief spanking, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it people), Fluff.

A/N: This one shot is also for @supernatural-jackles‘ Tell Me a Story Bingo, Square Filled: Jensen Ackles. Thanks to my twin @downanddirtydean for being beta on this one! And a special thanks to @wonder-cole as a conversation about Under the Red Hood sparked this fic idea! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

Y/N walked through the studio lot, smiling as she walked past crew members that she recognized. Making her way to the costumes trailer, she adjusted the visitor badge around her neck, making sure it was visible. She had been on the Supernatural set a few times, each time going to visit her friend who worked in the costume department, and she always came back with amazing memories. Everyone was so nice and instantly made her feel welcomed, making her wish she could just ditch her actual job and somehow work there.

The last few times she had been there, she had only ever seen Jared. Jensen was an elusive figure in her mind, either never there when she was or extremely busy while filming that she never caught a glimpse of him. Hopefully that wouldn’t be the case this time around.

Finding the costumes trailer with ease, she walked up the small steps and knocked on the door. The door opened instantly, and she squealed as she saw her friend, Sarah, on the other side. They hugged tightly, happy to see each other as it had been a while since they had.

“Come in, come in,” Sarah muttered, gesturing quickly into the trailer.

She shut the door once Y/N walked in, her eyes scanned around the trailer at all the clothes in there.

“Wow, you’ve been busy,” Y/N said, smiling.

“Yeah, it’s a crazy week,” Sarah breathed, her hands on her hips as she looked around the small space. “But you have to see what I did.”

Sarah moved behind one of the clothes racks, and pushed a mannequin out, causing Y/N’s eyes to widen.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, as she walked closer to admire her friend’s handiwork.

Sarah was big into cosplay, making her own costumes and doing photoshoots, ones that Y/N was usually the photographer for. Sarah would also make outfits for other people, and as Y/N admired the Red Hood cosplay in front of her, she of course knew it was for someone else.

“Babe, this is fantastic!” Y/N couldn’t believe the detailing, her eyes constantly moving over every part of the costume.

“Thank you,” Sarah said, smiling wide. “And uh… it’s the real reason I called you here today.”

“Okay…” Y/N turned to her, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for her friend to explain.

Just as Sarah was about to speak, the door to the trailer opened and Y/N felt as if her knees were about to buckle. Jensen walked in, smiling at Sarah and giving her a hug, both of them discussing their days so far. She found herself staring at him, noticing that the cameras just didn’t do him justice. Seeing him right in front of her… she felt parched.

“Jensen, this is my friend, Y/N,” Sarah introduced them, smiling.

“Ah, so this is your photographer friend who I keep missing,” he said, a smile spreading across his face, every one of his brilliant white teeth beaming. “Good to finally meet you, Y/N.”

He offered her his hand, and she placed hers in his, telling herself to calm down as she shook it.

“You too,” she said, smiling back.

Sarah looked between them, knowingly. “Okay, so… the reason you’re here.”

“Yes, enlighten me,” Y/N muttered, turning to her.

Sarah looked between Jensen and her and smiled. “So, I made this on a whim, but then I remembered Jensen did Under the Red Hood and so I adjusted the measurements. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to do a photoshoot, and luckily he agreed.”

Y/N looked at Jensen and he shrugged, with a bright smirk on his face. She understood what Sarah was telling her straight away. She wanted her to take the photos. She was about to spend an extensive amount of time with this gorgeous man in front of her. She wasn’t nearly prepared for that.

“Well, luckily I have my camera in the car,” Y/N said, looking between them. “When are we thinking of doing it?”

“We’ve got an extended lunch, so we were thinking we’d head out to the old train tracks on the end of the road,” Jensen explained, his eyes boring into hers.

She nodded, trying to tell herself to speak but the words weren’t coming to her.

“So, you in?” Sarah asked, bouncing slightly on her feet, unable to contain her excitement.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, his eyes glancing over Y/N as the smirk never left his face. With that look, how could she say no?

“Let’s do it,” she replied, smiling wide.

“Awesome.” He gave her a small nod, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes!” Sarah yelled with a small laugh. “Alright, you get dressed and I’ll keep everything I need. We’ll meet you at the car?”

“Sure,” Y/N agreed, a small smile on her face as she looked at her friend.

With one last glance at Jensen, she left the trailer and walked back to the parking lot. She walked over to her car, opening the passenger side door and taking out her camera bag. She waited by Sarah’s car, smiling as she thought about the small interaction between her and the green-eyed actor. There was an attraction already, she could sense it, and she had to hope it wouldn’t be too presumptuous of her to ask him over to her apartment once he finished filming.

Hearing footsteps approaching after a few minutes, she turned to see Sarah and Jensen walking over. He was now in the Red Hood outfit, and she felt a heat radiate throughout her body. The leather cinched in all the right places, and she found it hard to look away from him as he got closer. Sarah unlocked her car, dumping her bag in the backseat.

“What do you think?” he asked, his arms out to his sides as he turned slowly.

She quickly glanced down, biting her lip as she admired the way the leather pants accentuated his ass. Their eyes met as he turned back around, both of them smiling flirtatiously.

“I think… you don’t want to know what I think,” she replied, biting her lip.

His eyes moved over her; the smirk still present on his face. “Maybe I do.”

She shook her head with a small laugh, turning away from him and opening the door to the backseat, sitting behind the passenger side.

“Very considerate of you to give me shotgun,” he said, looking back at her as he sat in the passenger seat.

“Well, it just means you have to shut your cake hole,” she countered, laughing.

“Fan of the show, huh?” he asked, smiling.

“Oh yeah,” she replied, nodding.

“You know, Jay…” Sarah started, as she pulled out of the parking space and drove towards the exit. “Y/N’s a Dean girl.”

She felt her cheeks heating up and was thankful she was sitting in the backseat, so he couldn’t see her.

“Good to know,” he said, softly as he continued to smile.

Sarah drove them out to the old tracks, surrounded by old factories that weren’t operational anymore. They got out of the car, both women taking what they needed with them, and walked along the buildings until they got to the tracks. Y/N suggested a few angles she could take photos from, seeing what would look better in the background before they started. She took a few photos of Jensen with the helmet on first, knowing it would easier on her if she couldn’t look into his eyes.

“Hey, do you think if they ever wrote Jason as older, you would do it?” she asked, as she checked over the last couple of pictures she took.

“If that happened, I certainly wouldn’t say no to at least auditioning,” he replied once he took off the helmet.

Sarah walked over, fixing his hair as told him to close his eyes, allowing her to cover his eyelids and around his eyes with the black makeup. She took out the red eye mask and fitted it over his eyes to his face, stepping back and admiring her work. Y/N was barely keeping it together before, and then Sarah had to go and add the damn mask.

Y/N took a deep breath as positioned herself with her camera again. It was becoming increasingly harder to look at him, and she was practically praying that Sarah would be satisfied by the number of photos soon, so that they could head out and she could actually do something about the way she was feeling. As she looked through the eyepiece, she saw him look at her directly and wink, before quickly turning back into the pose he was in. It was completely unfair that he knew the effect he was having on her and using it to his advantage.

Soon enough, Sarah looked through the photos and hugged her tightly, ecstatic about how they turned out. As she told her which ones to send to her, Y/N looked over at Jensen, smiling as she saw him looking at her. He walked over to Sarah, looking over her shoulder at the photos on the camera.

“These are great, Y/N,” he said, looking up at her. “Thanks for doing this.”

She smiled at him, shaking her head. “No problem.”

“Alright, we better head back,” he sighed, frowning slightly. “As much fun as that was, I have to get back to being Dean.”

“Well, you’ve still got some time before you have to be back,” Sarah said, looking between them. “So why don’t I take the car back and you two can talk?”

Jensen and Y/N looked at each other, before she looked at her friend and glared at her.

“I’ll take your camera for you, too,” she offered, walking over to Y/N.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked, whispering as she continued to glare at her.

“You can thank me later,” Sarah whispered back, winking before she turned away.

“You two have fun,” Sarah called out, taking her bag and Y/N’s camera bag, along with the helmet to the costume.

“Wow, she really just left us out here,” Jensen muttered, his voice deep and gravelly. He chuckled as he looked over at Y/N, her laugh joining his.

“Yeah,” she agreed, shaking her head. “I guess we better get back.”

“Well…” he trailed off, turning to her. “I’ve got time to spare if you do.”

She looked at him, sighing as she bit her lip, contemplating what he was suggesting. “Where?” she asked, glancing around.

He smirked, offering her his gloved hand. “Follow me.”

Y/N slipped her hand into Jensen’s, allowing her to lead her past warehouses, coming to a small gap between two where he stopped. She turned to him and smiled, gasping as he leaned down, kissing her fervently. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself closer to him as he moved into her, pushing her up against the side of the warehouse. She pulled away from his lips, breathing harshly from the intensity of the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you,” he mumbled against her lips, lightly nipping at her bottom one.

“I’m just glad you finally did,” she said, her eyes glancing over his outfit.

“Costume doing it for you, huh?” he asked, wagging his eyebrows.

“Fuck yes,” she gasped, grabbing his leather jacket in her hands and pulling him closer.

She kissed his pouty lips, softly sucking at the bottom one as she deepened the kiss, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together tightly, neither of them wanting to move as they continued their feverish embrace. She felt herself getting wet already, the attraction between causing her arousal to build.

“Fuck, I want you,” she whispered against his lips.

He groaned slightly as he pulled her closer and turned them around, his back now against the building. She reached for the belt on his pants, quickly unbuckling it as she unzipped the pants, tugging them down along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung free from the confines, and she bit her lip at the sight of him.

She hummed as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, bending her head to drop some of her saliva along his length. “Fuck, your cock is so perfect.”

She pumped her hand back and forth, smirking as he closed his eyes, tilting his head back against the wall. She moved down to her knees, smiling up at him as she leaned in, kissing the tip of his cock. She sucked at the pre-cum before moving her mouth over him, taking him in. She began to bob her head, his shaft sliding between her lips and hitting the back of her mouth with each stroke.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled, his hands moving into her hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

She moaned around him, the vibrations around his shaft shooting straight through his whole body, as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her wetness begin to soak her panties.

“Fucking love your mouth,” he grunted, as he watched her.

She looked up at him, winking as he watched his cock slide back and forth between her lips. She pulled back, gasping as her hand wrapped around it and stroked him, her saliva coating his shaft. His hand suddenly came down, stopping her movement.

“You got to stop, baby,” he said, breathing heavily. “I have to fuck you, and I won’t be able to if you keep going.”

She quickly stood up, stripping her jacket off and pulling up her top, revealing the black lacy bra she wore underneath. Jensen pulled back the Velcro of each glove, pulling them off and tossing them on the ground.

“Come here, darlin’,” he whispered, his Texas drawl seeping through as he cupped her face gently in his hands.

He leaned in, kissing her heatedly, her hands holding onto his wrists to keep him from moving. He moved one hand away from her face, his knuckles lightly brushing the soft skin of her stomach as it moved down to the top of her jeans. He opened the button and zip, slowly pushing his hand in and rubbing his fingers over the fabric of her wet panties.

“Jensen,” she gasped.

“Look what sucking my cock did, Y/N,” he said, smirking. “Can I see just how wet you are?”

She nodded, looking into his green eyes, still framed by the red mask. He slipped his hand past the waistband of her panties, his fingers moving lower between her folds. He groaned as they met her slick, smirking as he looked at her.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he groaned, smiling at her. “So ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she whimpered.

Jensen pulled his hand out of her panties and pulled her into him, turning her around and pressing her front against the wall. She gasped as she turned her head, looking back at him. He smirked at her as he hooked his fingers into the top of her jeans, pulling them down to her knees along with her panties. He let out a low grunt at the sight of her ass, his hand lifting up and landing against the globe, causing her to yelp.

“Fuck,” she gasped, a small chuckle leaving her lips.

He squeezed the flesh, smirking as their eyes met. “You like that, darlin’?”

She nodded, angling herself so that she could look at him.

“I’ll have to remember that for tonight,” he said, his voice low and deep.

She smiled, biting her lip at the realization that he wanted to see her again. He pushed his pants open a little wider, taking hold of his cock and placing it at her entrance. He teasingly pushed in an inch, the head of his cock moving in and then out, feeling her already clench around him.

“Fuck, Jensen,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me. Please.”

“Patience, Y/N,” he muttered, chuckling.

He pushed forward, his cock sinking into her heat right to the base, his pelvis pressed against her ass. He groaned, feeling her sheath him, clenching around him perfectly. He wasted no time, instantly setting a quick pace to his thrusts, moving deep within her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her hands balling into fists against wall.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, as he held onto her hips and pulled them back against his. “Feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Jay,” she gasped, looking back at him. “Fuck me harder, faster.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, making quick work of speeding up. He angled her hips and grunted, feeling his cock slide deeper into her and hit her sweet spot repeatedly as her walls clenched around him, causing her to cry out.

“Fuck yes! Right there,” she moaned, loudly. She had a brief thought that someone could hear them, but she forgot about it as he continued to thrust into her. “Fuck, Jensen, your cock feels so good inside me.”

His hand reached forward and wrapped around her hair, tugging it roughly. “Is that what you wanted, Y/N?”

“Yes, fuck yes!” she yelled. “God, feels so fucking good.”

He tugged her hair again, pulling her back towards him, her back pressed to his chest. He thrusted up into her, his lips close to her ear.

“Can’t wait for tonight,” he whispered, softly nipping at her ear lobe. “The things I’m going to do to you… you’re gonna be screaming my name all night, darlin’.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, turning her head and looking into his green orbs, his red eye mask still in place. She moaned loudly, feeling herself clench around him, as his thrusts began to falter. They were both close to their release, the coil within her winding tight.

“You’re close aren’t you, Y/N?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“Yeah,” she cried out, nodding against his shoulder. “Make me cum.”

He grabbed her hips tight in his hands, his hips thrusting faster into her, the slap of skin mixing with their pleasured moans reaching their ears. She suddenly threw her head back, moaning as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she yelled. “Jensen, oh god yes!”

He felt his cock pulsing within her, causing him to stop his hips, as he throbbed and spurted ropes of cum within her, her walls contracting around him.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed.

Jensen leaned down, kissing her shoulder blade softly. He stood up and slowly pulled out of her, turning away from her as he pulled up his boxers. They redressed in silence, but Y/N couldn’t help but look at him as he fixed all the buckles and zips of the costume back into place. He glanced at her, smirking as he caught her looking at him.

“Man am I glad this worked for you,” he said, pulling the leather jacket back into place.

“Me too,” she said, softly as she smiled at him.

“I’ll have to remember it for another time,” he said, wagging his eyebrows.

She hummed, as a playful glint in her eyes as she looked at him. “Maybe you’ll have to be dressed as Dean next time.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, stepping closer to her and pulling her into him. “You’re full of surprises, babe.”

“Yes, I am,” she whispered, softly pecking his lips.

“So… about tonight,” he started, chuckling slightly. “Uh, you don’t have to take it, but… the offer’s there.”

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “There’s no way I’d give that up.”

He leaned in, kissing her sensually, pulling her close. Pulling away after a moment, he looked deep into her eyes.

“We really owe Sarah a big one,” he said, smirking.

“Absolutely,” she whispered, pulling him closer by his leather jacket and kissing him, passionately.

They hurried back to set, no one the wiser of what had occurred between them. Jared eyed him suspiciously, but he would just have to wait to hear that story. Y/N stayed for another couple of hours, soon saying her goodbyes to everyone and hugging Sarah, promising to tell her what happened later after she asked. As she grabbed her camera bag and left the set, she and Jensen exchanged looks, both of them smiling as they anticipated what would be happening later.

She walked towards her car, a spring in her step as she smiled, butterflies in her stomach as she couldn’t wait to spend the night with the green-eyed actor who had captured her heart.

And maybe, just maybe, it would end up being more than one night.

-x-

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avaritia-apotheosis · 3 years

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Phantom Children Ch. 8

What's this? An update! Massive thanks to my betas for helping me get through this chapter <3

In Which: A few answers are given to the family and Danny is rudely awoken

[Side note: If you wanna know the general ages of the batfam, its listed in the AO3 version. I also talk about katanas in the end notes ^-^]

AO3 | Prologue | 7 | [ 8 ] | 9 DAMIAN INFORMED TODD—and Drake when he arrived on his bike sometime later on—that the boy whose face is plastered across the monitor was neither a picture of himself nor of Father.

Drake took one glance at the monitor and sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Just when I thought this day was getting better.”

“What, did that café on 5th finally let customers supersize their drink?”

“God that would be the dream, wouldn’t it?” Drake sighed wistfully. “Nah, but I did get a lead on where some of that stolen Cadmus tech might’ve ended up. I was gonna spend the night following up on it, but I guess we have to deal with,” he gestured to the monitor, “whatever this is.”

Todd leaned against the edge of the computer, arms crossed over the red bat insignia on his chest. “What are we dealing with this time, brat? A clone? An alternate universe counterpart? Magic shenanigans?”

Maybe. Perhaps. All of those were perfectly valid conclusions for the enigma that was Daniel James Fenton. (Why Fenton and not al Ghul? Or even Wayne?)

Damian, too, was a genetic experiment; a ‘test tube baby’ as Drake put it at times. Damian was born for greatness, created to be perfect. The perfect soldier. The perfect assassin. The perfect heir. Was this boy—Daniel—like him as well?

A failed one, then. Perhaps the precursor to Damian’s own existence. But that would not explain why the boy was allowed to exist for so long. His grandfather demanded perfection, especially from those of his own blood. If the boy was a failure, he would have been eliminated immediately, not sent to live with some eccentric scientists in the Midwest.

Damian was not naïve enough to think that his mother and grandfather did not keep secrets from him. On the contrary, he expected it. The League of Shadows dealt in secrets as often as it did in death. Certain information was worth its weight in gold, whether it was given or buried away.

But he could not help the sharp pang in his chest. A lightning strike, quick and electrifying at the notion that they kept secrets about their family from him.

His father’s face flashed in his mind. The shock turned into a slow, dawning horror. That flicker of light, of recognition, as he scrutinized the contents of the flash drive and cross-referenced it with a public database.

And grief.

Damian recognized the grief.

Alfred, too, nearly dropped his tray of fresh-baked cookies when he stepped in front of the monitor. His usual unflappable demeanor was momentarily broken at his father’s whispered “Sixteen years. Alfred— he’s sixteen years old.”

His father knew of the boy. He was allowed to know of Daniel when he was not allowed to know about Damian.

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Grayson returned to the cave with a distinct lack of energy in his step. His mask dangled off the tips of his fingers, chin angled downwards and covered largely by his hand. For a split second, their eyes met. Grayson shifted his gaze away, scratching the back of his neck. Father told him, then. Damian wondered how much Father revealed to his favorite son.

Damian clucked his tongue and buried himself deeper into the chair, arms crossed and pointedly looking away. If it was not for his accursed ankle, he’d have headed out to the training ring to take his frustrations out on the dummies.

“Oh, thank god you’re here, Dickface. Damian’s completely out of it.”

Damian shot him a look. “Shut up, Todd.”

“Leave him alone, Jay. Is Tim back yet?”

Drake emerged from the changing room in a dark green shirt, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. He took one long sip before exhaling. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“O-kay…” He pressed his hands together, mouth thinned into a grim line. “Uh, hey Tim, glad to see you back safe. Bruce is coming down soon to explain some things.” He let out a deep sigh, carding a hand through his hair. “This kind of thing would probably be better with the girls around, but I—god, I don’t know.”

Todd raised an eyebrow. “Don’t know whether to call Steph and Cass in Hong Kong, or don’t know what’s going on?”

“Yes.”

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When Father arrived, Pennyworth following dutifully behind him, it was with an aching slowness in his gait. His steps measured and precise, preternaturally quiet as he made his way to stand by Damian’s chair. Damian sat up straighter, shoulders squared and back an inch away from the backrest. The rest, even Todd, stood at attention; an ingrained habit among Robins and an amusing instinct even among the senior heroes of the Justice League when it came to facing the Batman.

His father kept a steady hand on Damian’s shoulder, and Damian, shamefully, leaned into the touch; his head inclined towards his father’s hand so much so that he could feel the ends of his hair being pushed up slightly as he brushed against his father’s forearm.

He spoke with his usual monotone, as if he was heading a Justice League meeting as opposed to unveiling the secrets surrounding that boy. He brought forward the few photos they obtained from the flash drive. “A few weeks ago, we were alerted of suspicious movement from the League of Shadows in Amity Park, Illinois. Their objectives are, as of now, unclear, though it appears to be tied to the death of Amity Park resident, Daniel Fenton.”

One photo was a standard ID picture people get for their driver’s license, the lighting deliberately horrible so that any attempt to look decent would always end in failure. Another photo was a little better; a candid scene of him chatting with two others his age, a Caucasian girl in gothic-style clothes and an African-American holding a sleek, but still very outdated PDA. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners, hand reaching up to his face to stifle a laugh. There were other photos like this, some candid, others posed. At the forefront of each, a boy that looked too much like his father, too much like Damian.

His father glanced at the photos. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, he fixed them on some distant stalactite in the Cave. “Around six months ago, Daniel was pronounced dead in a vehicular accident. A body was present, but according to police reports, he was identified via his driver’s license as opposed to any kind of DNA profiling.” He leaned over Damian’s chair to pull up a profile of Masters. “Our source—Vladimir Masters, mayor of Amity and a friend of the Fenton family—indicated his belief that Daniel is actually alive. I am inclined to agree.”

“He’s your son, isn’t he,” Drake said, more of a statement than a question.

Father gave a curt nod. “I cannot say for certain until I can perform a DNA test, but I highly suspect that to be the case.”

“First the demon spawn, now this. Great.” Todd made a hand motion towards the screen. “You know, Bruce, not knowing you have a kid once might be a coincidence, but twice? How do you do that?”

“As of three hours ago, I was still under the impression that my son never made it to term.”

“What?”

“Over sixteen years ago I was involved in a mission that put Ra’s and I on the same side. During that time, Talia and I entered a relationship that resulted in a pregnancy. Though initially ecstatic, she eventually led me to believe she miscarried the child and pushed me away. For what ends, I do not know, but trust me Jason, if I knew—” He paused, the hand that was not on Damian’s shoulder curled into a tight fist.

Father pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why she hid it from me then doesn’t matter. Why Talia wants him back now is important. Judging from Daniel’s records, he was adopted into the Fenton family as an infant and has since lived a seemingly normal life as a civilian. His adoptive parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, are brilliant scientists and engineers focused on the field of paranormal studies. Eccentricities aside, they have zero connections to the League of Assassins or any other concerning parties.”

“So why now?” Dick asked, shifting his concerned gaze from Bruce to the static picture of Danny’s tired smile. “Why, after all this time, decide that now would be the best time to recover him?”

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Danny’s experienced plenty of rude awakenings before, but waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to avoid his kidnapper-slash-assassin-slash-biological-mom launching a surprise attack takes the fucking cake. He can’t believe he’s saying this, but thank god for all those late night ghost attacks that conditioned him to be a light sleeper. And, of course, the League’s insistence that everyone be in optimal condition regardless of how little sleep you actually got.

Danny kicked Talia off of him, ripping his blanket away before scrambling to his feet. Seriously, if the universe decided to spontaneously give him powers again, he’d really like an upgrade to his ghost senses, please and thank you. Something that works on humans and not just ghosts. Like spidey-senses. He’d really, really like some spidey-senses.

“Your reaction times have improved considerably,” Talia said.

He eyed the katana sheathed beside his bedroll. “Thanks. Who could have guessed that constantly challenging someone to a spar in the unholy hours of morning would make them paranoid to sleep too much? Really, how am I supposed to grow taller at this rate? ” If he could just get it--

She smiled, taking a step forward. “Prepare yourself.”

“Heh.” Danny stepped further away from Talia, keeping his back to the mouth of the cave. One hand stretched in front of him and the other, coated in a green light, was kept hidden behind his back. “Am I actually gonna get some answers today?”

“Let us make it interesting. Last 10 minutes against me and I shall tell you more about your brother.” Talia twirled her blade. “If you happen to draw blood, you may ask any one thing of me.”

“Anything?”

“Within reason.”

His face caught between a grimace and a smile. He’d rather be sleeping right now, but if he had to be awake, then he’d better make the most of it. “Deal.”

Talia’s smile dropped. She veered her body to the right, barely dodging the streak of bright green that whizzed from behind her. The ectoplasmic energy that surrounded the katana bled away as the handle connected with Danny’s outstretched hand.

She quickly glanced back at Danny’s bedding. Beside it lay an empty sheath. “You have telekinesis?”

He shrugged. “It comes and goes.” Yeah, no way was Danny gonna admit that seven-out-of-ten-times he forgot that he had telekinesis. Besides, that shit was hard to do when he wasn’t Phantom.

“A surprise attack from behind is a sound strategy, Daniel. Though it’ll take a lot more than that to harm me.”

Danny pointed to the side of his cheek. “Are you sure about that?”

Talia frowned. She reached up to her face. Her fingers brushed against her cheek and came away with a thin streak of blood.

Danny grinned, pointing his blade at his opponent. “First blood goes to me.”

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Fact: most fights don’t last long. An average street fight could last anywhere between 25 to 40 seconds, and sword fights rarely last over a minute. Like Talia said, the goal of a fight was to end it with as few injuries to oneself as possible. Humans, even the most skilled ones, can rarely last long in a fight. Prolonged combat is suicide; it makes you tired, makes your muscles heavy. It’s nothing like what Hollywood would have you believe.

Even with Danny’s own enhanced stamina and Talia holding back, he couldn’t last a full ten-minute spar. If Talia didn’t finish him within twenty-five seconds, then he’d fall by his own human limitations.

But the goal wasn’t to spar continuously for ten minutes.

He only had to last that long.

Danny sprinted out of the cave. The sun barely peeked out of the horizon, a thin line of deep orange breaking apart the wide expanse of blue-black sky above. He couldn’t see shit; great news since that meant there’s a good chance Talia couldn’t either, but that doesn’t fix the fact that he can’t see.

Nearly stumbling on the ice, Danny veered to the left. The edges of the lake stopped at towering rocks twice Danny’s height, leaving little room for cover. Though if he remembered correctly, there should be a few crevices here and there to hide in.

“You’ll have to be faster than that, Daniel.”

Shit—

Danny stopped. He brought his sword up to parry Talia’s strike and twisted away, putting distance between them.

Well, so much for just avoiding her for 10 minutes.

He adjusted his grip, keeping his sword steady and eyes trained on Talia as they circled each other. Danny lunged with an overhead strike. Talia used one hand to block the downswing by gripping his wrists. She thrust her sword forward, the tip harshly poking Danny’s abdomen.

“Less than three minutes.” Talia let his wrist go, Danny’s arms slumping to his sides.

He sighed as he sheathed his sword. “Damn, I thought I’d last longer than that.”

“You made a good effort,” Talia assured him. “Putting as much distance between us at the beginning was a good strategy. You recognized the win conditions immediately and attempted a battle of attrition.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am very proud of you habibi, especially as you managed to draw first blood.”

A warmth grew in Danny’s stomach at the words, heating his cheeks. Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. “I wasn’t entirely sure that would work, honestly.”

“It was clever; half a second later and you might have even killed me. You are an al Ghul through and through” She brushed his hair out of his face. “What would you like as your prize, then?”

Danny’s heart clenched. He frowned, dropping his arm to his side. If I was such an al Ghul, then why didn’t you keep me? The question lodged itself in his throat, stifling his thoughts. It was something he’d been wondering for a while, actually, in the moments of solitude he had at the compound. Talia, during their training, would always remark at his potential. How talented he was, how adaptable he was, how much greater he would have been if he had been trained at a younger age.

Well then, why wasn’t he? Why did she give him up?

But each time he tried to ask, his tongue would turn to lead and the moment would pass, the question still left unsaid and simmering at the back of his mind. A Pandora’s Box that held none of the world’s evil but all of Danny’s possible shortcomings.

He could ask the question now.

He could.

He didn’t.

“Why did you take me?”

Talia tilted her head. “It is because you’re my son.”

“No. Not that. It has to be something more than that. You had sixteen years to come back for me—or, hell, you could have just never left me.” His breath hitched, fingers mussing his hair and hiding his eyes. “Why else did you take me?”

“It is true that there was more than one reason why we decided to retrieve you from Amity Park. One of which is because you are my son and an heir of the Demon’s Head.” Talia stilled. The dark skies of dawn made it impossible for him to read her. “The second reason was to protect you.”

“You kidnapped me…to protect me?”

“Knowledge of the ghosts of Amity have spread through the more insidious parts of the world. There are many out there who would pay exorbitant fees to study one of you or to use you.”

Use him? What did she mean by—

Oh.

Ghosts—Amity Park’s brand of ghosts—were a new element that the world had to contend with. Amity Park might have a crime rate of zero but that wasn’t the case everywhere else. Theft, assault, murder; the world was rampant with crimes and criminals clawing their way to the very top. Having ghosts, even ones with the most basic powerset, would be a huge advantage.

“There’s no way that would work,” Danny insisted. “Most ghosts just want to be left alone, and the ones that want to wreak havoc would never work with humans. The only reason they even work with halfas like me at times is because they still consider us as ghosts.”

“If my sources are to be believed, ghosts might not even get a choice.”

Danny’s blood curdled in his veins.

No.

Someone’s found a way to control ghosts.

#danny phantom #batman #danny phantom x batman crossover #dp fic #phantom children.txt

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fromiftowhen · 3 years

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Smutty Sunday sneak-peak from any more than a heartbeat away (is just too far)

Hi friends! i know, it's been literal ages since this fic was udpated. Writing is hard, this fic is especially hard for no real reason, etc. etc. But I set a goal recently to post some smut each Sunday, and even though this isn't new (to me, at least), it's smut nonetheless.

This takes place in what will be chapter 5 of any more than a heartbeat away and is just some good old hot tub smut. It's not the full scene, and some things reference other plot points not yet shared, but here's about 1800 words of fun, summer smut.

When Jay makes his way out on the back porch, the smell of chlorine and the whir of jets guides him to Hailey. Her back is to him, and it's rare he gets the opportunity to sneak up on her, her senses always on high alert, even when relaxed.

He takes the moment to just watch her: the way her skin is flushed, from the heat of the water. She's facing out toward the lake and trees, but her gaze is focused downward on the book in her hand. She's mostly under the water, her arms over the edge with the book, the ties of her top just brushing the roaring water.

She looks peaceful, and relaxed, and there isn't a part of him that ever wants to interrupt that -- but the cabin is empty, there's no one to creep up on them in five minutes, and the idea that he can have her all to himself is too tempting to pass up.

He quietly shucks his shirt and sits on the edge of the hot tub, shifting so he can slip quietly into the water.

“I can hear you, you know,” she says, wry laughter in her voice.

He laughs, taking a few short steps to stand behind her. He presses his palms to her shoulders to keep her where she is when she tries to turn.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, barely audible over the rush of the jets. “How long was I out?” His fingers press against her shoulders, massaging lightly.

“About an hour,” she whispers, her voice easy, relaxed.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed to sleep, it’s vacation. FIgured I’d read a little while longer,” she says, and she tries to turn in his embrace again, but he leans in further, his lips at her ear.

His lips brush her skin as he shakes his head. “I don’t need sleep, I need you,” he whispers. “But I’m sorry I interrupted your reading time.”

“It wasn't you as much as it was your thoughts. Loud, dirty thoughts,” she laughs, her shoulders shaking slightly under his hands.

“Who says they were dirty? Maybe I was just thinking we’re finally alone, and you’re gorgeous and I had to touch you.” He leans down and presses his mouth to the curve of her neck, lips wicking away warm water.

“Mhmm,” she murmurs. He's not sure if it's a response or a reaction, but he draws his palms down her arms anyway, gliding his lips up along her neck until he can whisper in her ear.

“Fine. Maybe they were dirty. But you can't really talk, skipping sightseeing to stay here and read more of your book.” She can't see, but he nods toward the book abandoned in her hands anyway.

“Don't act like you don't want me to give you another play by play.”

He laughs against her skin, stepping closer to her in the stream of jets. “Torturous as that was, I'd rather have our own play by play,” he whispers, skimming a hand down her waist to hold her hips against him as he moves between her legs.

“Such a dork,” she grins, trying to turn in his arms again.

He grips her hip, pressing his lips to her ear. “Hailey?”

She nods; she’s already distracted, and he can feel her breathing hitch against his chest.

“Drop the book.”

Her quick, quiet gasp and the thud of the book as she lets it fall on the deck feels like a starting bell, like permission to touch her like he's needed to for hours, days.

“Did you miss me last night?” He lets his words ghost over the shell of her ear as one hand flexes on her hip and the other trails across her arm to brush down her chest, over the curve of her breast through her soaked bikini top. Goosebumps flush her chest as his warm hands move over her skin, and he chuckles against her as she just nods.

“Like I missed you?” He punctuates the question by pressing his hips against her, needing her to know exactly how badly he's missed her touch.

She nods again as her hand reaches up to cup the back of his neck, water spilling down around them. Her fingers dig into muscle, and he trails his lips along her jaw slowly, smiling against her as he reaches her lips.

He kisses her slowly, the angle, the steam, her body under his hands going straight through him. She moans into him as his hand slips over her breast again, dragging his fingers slowly over the pebbled nipple through the fabric. She shivers under his hand, and he knows it's more the change in temperature from being out of the water, but he grins against her lips anyway, pulling back.

Her fingers massage into his shoulder, and he tightens his arm around her body, pulling her back against him and taking a few steps back toward one of the seats. She tries to turn in his arms as they move, but he keeps his grip steady as he lowers himself down, pulling her onto his lap.

“Just like this,” he whispers. “Just keep your eyes on the view.”

“You keep your eyes on the view,” she tosses back, and he laughs against her neck.

“Trust me,” he whispers, sliding his right hand down her body, “I am.”

Under the water, he runs his hand down her thigh, letting his nails scratch over her knee as he starts the drag back up. His fingers curve around her thigh as they move back up, and he mouths at water droplets on her neck as she parts her thighs just slightly.

His fingers glide up her inner thigh, just brushing the fabric of her bikini before sliding up over her waist. She presses back against him when both his hands make their way to her breasts, cupping over the fabric and trailing his lips across her shoulder.

He presses his teeth against her shoulder when she moans quietly and lets one of his hands move up around her neck to tug at the strings of her top.

“Jay…” It sounds like a warning, but it's caught on a moan, and he just smiles into the curve of her neck.

“There's no one here,” he whispers. “It's just us, babe.”

She relaxes under his lips, but he lets the strings go when her hand moves from his hair to untie them herself.

“God, Hailey.” His lips press to the newly revealed tan lines at her neck, and he slides his hands down as the fabric falls away from her body entirely.

Her top hits the whirlpool and swirls, and he waits for her to relax back against his chest again before he slides his palms up over the swell of her breasts just under the surface of the water.

She moans as his palms cup her and his thumbs slide over her nipples. He pulls her back closer against him, smiling against her neck as she settles fully against him.

Her hand finds the back of his neck again, and he shifts so he can kiss her fully. He presses up against her as he moves, and her hips grind down against him in response, jets rushing around them. She bites at his lip eagerly and uses her free hand to guide one of his down her body.

He laughs into her mouth and trails his hand down her waist slowly.

“Either you really missed me, or your book was getting really good when I came out here,” he whispers, brushing his hand down over her inner thigh teasingly.

“Definitely the second one.” She's grinning as she leans back in, and his fingers slide along her thigh slowly, gliding easily over her soft skin in the water.

“Thought so.” His fingers press into the heated flesh of her inner thigh for a moment before he drags his knuckles against her over the fabric of her suit. She moans into his mouth and shifts in his lap slowly as his fingers move and he presses his palm over her.

She rises out of the water slightly as she shifts against him, and when his thumb brushes her nipple again, his fingers trail goosebumps, and Hailey shivers as she settles fully back against him, gasping out a surprised little sound against the corner of his mouth.

“That’s what I missed,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to her lips again before trailing his lips down her cheek and sucking a slow kiss against her jaw before moving lower, his lips sliding over water, steam, along her neck.

His fingers shift, pressing against her clit over her suit, and her hips grind down against him slowly.

“Is that what you missed?” He asks, and she’s quiet enough for a moment that he wonders if she even heard him, his lips against her skin and the loud jets around them.

“You,” she whispers, her hand trailing back up his neck to tangle into his hair. “I missed you.”

He smiles against her neck as his tongue moves a slow path over water droplets on her warm skin. His fingers move against her more insistently, and he makes quick circles, the same her fingers have guided his in so often he knows just the right pressure to make her moan again, to grind against him almost immediately.

“So gorgeous,” he murmurs, but if she hears it over the moan he coaxes out of her, she doesn't let on. He slips his fingers under the fabric of her suit, shifting it to the side quickly so he can press his thumb to her clit. The water rushing around them throws off the rhythm for a second, and her fingers drift down to cover his, pulling them closer together.

She moves against him again as she does it, and he groans lowly, muffling the sound against her neck. Her fingers go slack over his, and he knows she’s close -- the heat, the stolen moment, the night apart bringing her there faster than he normally would, quicker than he’d normally want it to be.

“Hailey,” he whispers, pressing his teeth to the side of her neck as one thumb brushes over her nipple and the other moves against her as he slips a finger slowly inside her. “I need you.”

She tenses, her hips moving down against his cock as she tries to turn in his arms even as he holds her in place, inches from falling apart. He shakes his head, gliding his hand up over her breasts, up her chest until his hand presses against her throat, cupping gently, keeping her where she is.

She gasps, and he feels her swallow under his palm, the movement hitched like her breathing.

“No,” he starts again, pressing his fingers against her throat to angle her, guiding her lips to his. “I need you to come like this.”

Something flashes across her face -- a challenge she’s accepting -- just as he presses his lips to hers, swallowing any answer she might have given. His thumb circles her clit, and he crooks his finger inside her, and he feels it when she lets go, her breath shaky against his lips as she pulls back just far enough to steady her breathing.

#my fic #smutty sunday #upstead #upstead fic #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd fic

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snarky-badger · 3 years

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Okay. Part one of five of my General Grievous... short stories, I suppose. Featuring my OC Kyra.

This was supposed to be a multi-chapter story. Kyra was a child when she met Grievous pre-cyborg. She was on Tattooine, in the 'care' of someone who raised animals and such. ('animals' being a loose term in the star wars universe) Later Grievous goes back, she's around 30 now - finds her. realizes that she's good with animals and 'appropriates' her as a caretaker/trainer for his pet roggwart, Gor. Shit happens. she treats him like a person not a droid/cyborg. he's an asshole, she gets mad at him. they bitch at each other a lot.

There. you're caught up. lmao.

Anyway, enjoy the slight story and definite smut. (I still can’t believe I wrote this)

Please comment on whether you want the other 4 parts.

(Also, should I put this on AO3??)

ONWARDS!

Part The First.

"Oh really? And how's that been working for you?"

A low rumbling snarl left Grievous as he spun to glare at Kyra, only mildly impressed when she didn't flinch away from him. "And what," he growled, voice harsh, "gives you the right to assume that you know anything about me?"

"I can sense you," she said softly, glancing away when his eyes narrowed at her from behind his mask. Sighing, Kyra rose a hand, one of the lightsabers that Grievous kept hidden in his cape flying into her grasp. He stiffened at the motion, clawed mechanical hands curling into fists, even as she held the saber out for him to retrieve. "I'm not a Jedi, Grievous, and I don't plan on becoming one. But, I don't want to be a Sith either...."

He snatched the lightsaber out of her open hand and activated it, growling as he angled the glowing blue blade close to her face. "I should cut you down where you stand!"

Kyra glared up at him, blue eyes boring into reptilian yellow for a long moment before she snarled at him. "Fine then," she snapped, ignoring how those golden yellow eyes widened in surprise at the ferocity in her voice. "Go ahead! All you've done since bringing me here is treat me like garbage! Worse than garbage! I thought living on Tattooine was bad, but this is worse! I thought, hoped, that some of Qymaen jai Sheelal still remained, despite what you've done to yourself, but you're not who I remember! The being who gave me that promise is dead and gone! So do us both a favor, General Grievous, and kill me already!"

He stared at her in shock, watching the tears that streamed down her face and idly wondering if she even knew she was crying. Something in him twisted at the sight of her pain, and a deep, rattling, sigh left Grievous as he deactivated the saber, his free hand rising to carefully brush the moisture from her left cheek. It surprised him to no end that Kyra shivered and turned her face into his taloned hand, trusting him not to hurt her, despite her outburst.

Slowly, fighting against everything that screamed at him to shove her away, Grievous hesitantly tugged her forward, crouching a little as he wrapped his arms around her. His cyborg form easily took her weight when she leaned into the embrace, her warm breath tickling across the sensors built into his chest armor. The warmth and pressure of her body sent a shiver through him, cybernetic sensors that were implanted in his armor activating at the stimulation. It had been so long since anyone had dared to touch him. And certainly longer since he had felt the urge to comfort anyone.

He felt her fingers curl around some of his back armor, returning the hug as best she could, fairly snuggling into his chest, her head coming to rest just above where the armor protected his gutsack, where the few remains of his flesh lay hidden. Moving carefully, Grievous used his greater height to his advantage, leaning over her a little, the movement bringing his masked head close to hers. A brief thought, and his arms split into four, servos giving a little whine as he curled three of the four appendages around her, the fourth sliding into her fire-red hair, bringing her head closer to his masked face so the olfactory sensors there could drink in her scent.

"Kyra, I.... I....." He growled, one hand clenching into a fist at her back, disgusted that he couldn't bring himself to apologize.

"It's alright," she told him softly, pressing her cheek to his armor as she sensed his roiled emotions.

Grievous sighed and leaned his head against hers, tucking her warm body closer to his, the cloak he wore about his shoulders sliding forward to curl around her as well, partially hiding her from view. "How can you sense me? Dooku constantly complains that not only do I have no Force-sensitivity, but that I'm invisible to his own senses."

"I don't know," Kyra admitted, leaning back a little to meet his bright gaze, blinking at the calm contentedness she saw there. "I've always been able to attune myself to those around me. Until you told me otherwise, I thought it was the same for everyone who could use the Force."

He shook his head slightly. "From what I've learned, you're the only one who can sense the Kaleesh in what I've become," he said, his synthetic voice losing the harsh edge it usually had, more of a whisper now. "Most think me a droid, even those with Force senses."

"I don't."

"I know. It's refreshing. And.... comforting." He gave her the slightest of squeezes, one hand settling on her right hip while two other arms kept her wrapped in a hug, his fourth hand still toying with her hair. "But how can you tap into the Force if Count Dooku didn't sense anything in you?"

A soft smile tugged at her lips. "It's one of the first things I taught myself, how to hide from others. I didn't want to be found by either the Jedi or the Sith...." She paused for a moment, dropping her gaze from his. "Are you going to tell Dooku about me?"

He jerked back, stunned at the question. "No! In fact, I don't want him anywhere near you! If he finds out that you can use the Force, he'll take you to Sidious. Worse yet, if either learns about---" His vocalizer momentarily froze as his mind caught up with what he was about to admit. He had spent so long, trying to lock his emotions away, centering himself on becoming a better warrior, a better strategist. And now, to find himself on the brink of actually admitting to having such powerful feelings towards her was.... disconcerting.

Part of him was disgusted that he was even suggesting the thought of weakening himself, of letting long ignored emotions return to the surface. But the other, the part that had been hidden away, the part that was still Kaleesh, still Qymaen, and flesh and blood, and singing at Kyra's closeness, realized that he had been a coward. Despite all his improvements, all the battles won and the trophies he collected, how could he call himself a warrior if he was afraid to accept the peace that Kyra's mere presence afforded him?

How could he ignore the part of himself that fairly screamed for some small bit of comfort, however fleeting?

Grievous knew that he had been losing himself to rages more and more often, something that he had hardly ever done before. Certainly, he had been, - and still was - an accomplished warrior. But he was also a strategist. He knew that letting anger overwhelm you during a battle was foolish. Anger clouded thoughts, made one sloppy. And a mistake during the high-stake fights he now found himself in would be very, very costly.

As he turned his attention outwards again, meeting Kyra's worried gaze, he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember the last time he had actually felt so relaxed. The anger and rage that usually boiled at the edge of his thoughts had eased, his legendary temper no longer tearing at his control. He felt.... well, not mellow, but certainly calmer than he had in a long, long time.

Giving in, Grievous hugged Kyra to himself, carefully angling his masked face close to hers. "No one can ever know of the fondness I hold for you," he told her, sensors thrumming at the shiver that went through her body. His fourth hand rose to her face, metal fingers playing across her cheek, touch receptors relaying the feeling of silk soft skin against his metallic palm. "Outside of secured locations.... I won't be able to acknowledge this, Kyra. It would put both our lives at risk, especially yours."

She frowned slightly. "They'd use me to get to you."

He nodded, relieved that she understood. "And vice versa, I imagine," he muttered, chuckling a little when she blushed. Growling lowly, Grievous pressed his masked face against the curve of her throat, sensors fairly singing as they took in the softness of her skin and the richness of her scent. "Ah, Kyra, whatever will I do with you? I find myself missing the time where I was more flesh than machine."

The admission tightened something in her abdomen, and she leaned away from his touch to meet his gaze again. "Can I try something? I promise, it won't hurt."

A grumble left him at that. "You want to use the Force on me."

She nodded, raising a hand to caress the side of his mask and smiling a little when he turned his face into her hand. "Will you trust me? It won't hurt, and if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will."

Her fingers stroked the side of his facemask, heightened sensors in the armor activating under her touch, and it was all he could do not to groan happily at the contact, very aware that her other hand was caressing the metal on his chest. At that moment, she could have asked him to defect to the Republic, and he might well have done it, just as long as she kept touching him. "Go ahead."

Kyra smothered a giggle at the contented growl in his voice, then pushed her amusement aside, focusing solely on what she was about to do. It was simple for her to tap into the Force. Instead of a mystical power, she had always thought of it as a different form of energy; an energy that only a scant few were sensitive to and which even less were able to wield.

Energy could be harnessed if done correctly, like the solar collectors on some other worlds. It could be molded to do many things, within limits. The nature of the Universe couldn't be changed. People lived and died, that was the way of things; but life could be extended to a certain degree, and disease and damage could be healed. Time was it's own master, even the Force was no match for it. Other limits were attached to the one opening themselves to the Force. It took concentration, practice and a fair amount of willpower to learn to harness such energy; and there were bound to be many failures before achieving a specific goal.

Kyra had learned things the hard way, without a guide or teacher. Trial and error had been harsh, but she liked to imagine that she was more flexible than others that used the Force. Some things that she had taught herself were simply not done by either the Sith or the Jedi, according to Grievous' information. Like what she was about to do.

It came to her so easily, like running water, invisible power flowing through her veins as she brushed her fingertips down one of Grievous' arms, triggering and enhancing every receptor and sensor that she knew was hidden in his armor.

The caress, powerful and so very warm, nearly sent him to his knees, little pulses of energy flitting across the circuits that crisscrossed his cybernetic frame. His cyber-organic brain translated the signals into throbs of pleasure, a strangled moan crackling out of his vocalizer as his eyes slid closed, hands clutching at Kyra as a shudder wracked his body. It took him almost a full minute to become coherent again, and even then, Grievous found himself struggling not to beg her to do whatever she had just done again. "W-What did you--?"

"I can manipulate energy to a certain degree," she told him, smiling as she lightly trailed her fingers up and down his upper left arm, causing him to shiver and tighten his hold on her. "I'm just.... sending little surges through your receptors."

Another small wave jolted up his arm, echoing through every circuit and wire in his entire body until he was fairly shaking, the wicked talons on his feet sinking into the dermaplated floor. Urges that he had thought lost rose to the surface, his two lower hands dropping to her waist to pull her pelvis against his as his hips arched towards hers uselessly.

While the action still pulled a rather delightfully breathless gasp from Kyra, he couldn't help but growl in annoyance at his metal body, his mind instantly running through the lewd thought of having some sort of attachment fashioned. The mental images did nothing to stop his newly awakened lust, his voice coming out in a near purr as he picked her up in his lower arms and carried her towards her quarters, upper hands already tugging at her clothes. "You realize that I intend to finish what you've started?"

Kyra met his smouldering gaze and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek, a little thrum of energy accompanying the gesture. "I wouldn't have started it otherwise."

Growling, he carried her through the automatic door to her room, stepping through and pausing only long enough to balance on one foot while using a metal toe to type in the lock command, insuring their privacy. "You're mine now," Grievous told her, partially burying his face in her hair as he stalked towards her bed.

His final upgrade into his cybernetic body had eliminated the need for sleep, and thus, the need for a bed. But now he found a small part of his Kaleesh mind wishing he could have brought her to his own quarters to claim her there, various memories of his past where he had taken his wives to bed for a night of rather impassioned sex.

The memories only fueled him, a low rumbling growl leaving him as he set her on her bed and crawled above her, eyes drinking in the sight of her before careful talons cut her clothes away. Every bare inch of flesh he uncovered looked like heaven, the hands of his upper arms caressing newly exposed skin while the lower continued to rip the material off of her body. Though it all, Kyra never stopped touching him, fingertips gliding across his arms, throat and chest, pulses and surges of pleasure only intensifying his need to have her laid bare before him.

"I haven't been with anyone since I began upgrading myself," he warned her as he threw the scraps of her clothes over his shoulder, sending his cloak after them seconds later before turning his burning gaze onto her once again, lower hands already mapping her body. "You must tell me if I hurt you. I can't claim you in the normal fashion, but I can still give you pleasure."

Kyra shook her head a little and rose herself on an elbow to bring their faces closer together, one hand stroking the side of his masked face and shivering in anticipation at the lust in his bright gaze. "You won't hurt me," she murmured, sliding her hand down his throat and across his chest until she took his right upper hand in hers, rising it to her lips and pressing a kiss to his metal palm. "I trust you."

That one small gesture sent a stab of arousal through him, his body wracked by a shudder when she playfully suckled on one taloned finger, touch receptors detailing how warm and soft and wet her mouth was. Groaning, he descended on her, all four hands caressing her body as he struggled to map out every inch of her, sensors drinking in every gasp and moan that escaped her, every arch of her back and roll of her hips. He explored every bit of her, easily bracing himself above her as he slid one hand into her hair, the second lightly tracing the curve of her throat while the third closed over one breast, his fourth hand dropping to her inner thighs, teasing her with gentle strokes.

And to his growing delight, Kyra was far from passive. She matched every touch, every stroke. Sometimes it would only be a warm throb that washed through him, leaving him craving more, while others were roiling waves of pleasure that threatened to completely overwhelm him, his breath leaving him in very audible moans and growls. She would drag her fingernails across his armor, the sensation making him arch his back and close his eyes, only to gasp seconds later when she dared to tickle at sensitive joints, the contrast both refreshing and oddly arousing.

Both of his upper hands shifted to knead and massage her breasts, talons ever so careful against the soft skin. His left lower hand settled on her hip, holding her still as his right cupped her, one finger sliding into her wetness. Her hips instantly rolled into his hand, a needy little mewl leaving Kyra as she clutched at him, her blue eyes darkening to a rich sapphire.

Growling, he shifted above her, dropping his face to the crook of her neck to drink in her scent, shivering when she rose a hand to stroke the back of his head, tiny little eddy's of Force energy dancing across his duradium skull. He wrapped his upper arms around her torso, tugging her slightly upright as he rubbed his face against her skin and purring when she placed a warm kiss to the side of his head.

"Touch me," Grievous whispered against her throat, mind whirling as she arched in his arms, her breasts rubbing against his armored chest. All the while, she constantly brushed her fingertips across any bit of him she could reach, the light caresses no where near what he really wanted. "Touch me. Really touch me. No one touches me.... I'm not a droid.... I still remember what it felt like...."

The pained tone of his voice brought tears to her eyes, and Kyra immediately wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close to her as she could, even daring to rub her left leg against his metal calf. A sort of desperate keen left him, his body giving a shudder as he clung to her, his four hands rubbing over every single inch of her back and shoulders, the lower two dropping to her thighs to further lift her towards him.

Muttering Kaleesh endearments, Grievous rubbed the side of his head against hers, sensors along the front of his body singing happily at the sensation of her pressed tightly against him. The heat of her body warmed his armor, her hands clutching and stroking at every bit of him that she could reach, her caresses stronger now in response to his plea.

He returned the favor, leaning back to gaze down at her as he mapped out every inch of her face and throat with fingertips and palms, his two lower hands sliding down to her chest while his uppers trailed across her shoulders. A pleased growl left him as he cupped her breasts, teasing her by flicking her nipples for a second before kneading the silk soft flesh, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, a pink blush spreading across her face. The sight spurred him onwards, a frustrated curse leaving him as he nuzzled his mask against her left breast, wanting nothing more than to taste and suckle.

A particularly intense pulse of energy nearly sent him over the brink, his breath coming in rough pants as he shook his head and caught her wrists in his upper hands, pinning them above her head. "Not yet," he growled, drinking in the sight of her gasping under him in a mix of delight and lust as he rubbed his lower hands down her abdomen, purring in approval of the hungry look in her eyes.

Her hips arched towards him as he brushed the fingers of his right lower hand against her thigh, his gaze locking with hers as he slowly slid one finger into her, a low groan leaving him as receptors relayed how hot and wet she was. Hissing, Grievous transferred her hands into one of his, dropping his now free upper left hand to massage one of her breasts as he slid the second and then the third finger into her warmth, growling when she gasped and rolled her hips.

Shivering, he closed his eyes, centering his mind on how tight and wet and hot she felt, and lewdness be damned, he was definitely going to look into getting certain 'enhancements' for his cyborg form, because feeling her through his fingers just wasn't enough.

Bright yellow eyes snapped open to stare down at her, wanting to memorize the sight of her arching and trembling under him as he moved his fingers inside her, his lower left arm carefully repositioning one of her legs to give him better access to her. He brought her to the brink twice, stopping each time and waiting until her body had reluctantly calmed before stroking her again, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her. All the while, he reverently brushed his upper left hand across her skin, caressing every bit of her that he could easily reach.

Shivering, and greatly aroused, Grievous nuzzled his face against her chest, moaning when she gasped his name and arched towards him, one of her hands twisting in his grip so she could brush her fingertips against his wrist. Little shocks traveled along his upper right arm, leaving trails of warmth and pleasure in their wake. He growled at the sensation, repaying her by stroking her inner walls and delighting in the full body tremor the touch caused.

"Now," he growled to her, releasing her hands and closing his eyes when she immediately reached for him. A ragged purr left his vocalizer as he shifted his lower right hand, gently pressing his fingers deeper into her, quickening his movements, pushing her to climax. "Now. Want to feel...."

Gasping for breath, Kyra splayed one hand on his chest, the other grasping his shoulder as he stroked something deep within her that pushed her ever closer to the edge, her back arching as she cried out. Unlike the other times, he didn't let her pleasure wane, his hands continuing to caress her, even as he moved his fingers in and out of her, his lower left arm wrapping around her waist to keep her close.

Struggling to stay in control for just a moment longer, she moved her hand from his shoulder to stroke the side of his masked face, coaxing him to rise his head from her neck so she could meet his reptilian gaze. His golden eyes were filled with all the emotions and words that he couldn't give voice to, and she held his gaze for a heartbeat before leaning up to place a kiss just below his right eye.

The tender gesture pulled a full-body tremble and a desperate growl from him. "Kyra!"

Something inside her snapped, and she cried out as her climax ripped through her, her hands scrambling to hold onto Grievous as he jerked above her, a helpless howl of pleasure leaving him as the energy unleashed by her orgasm crashed into him. His arms locked around her, body trembling as every wave of her climax echoed into him, her awareness of him sharpening for one brief moment before all coherent thought left her, and all that was left was pleasure.

End Part 1

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cpd5021 · 3 years

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Love Drunk

Happy almost Valentine’s Day! Here’s a long, annoyingly fluffy Upstead one-shot inspired by the song Afterglow by Ed Sheeran. Written for the “Upstead Valentine's Love Songs Challenge” on @upsteadofficial. Enjoy!

Hailey slumped back in her chair, rubbing at her face and never feeling so thankful that it was a Friday. The past week had been long to say the least and Intelligence had been hammered with case after case. But finally their work week was over and she was about to go home. She glanced over to Jay’s desk, only to find him already looking her way with a soft smile spread across his mouth.

“What?”

She mouthed quietly, squinting her eyes at him when his smile increased. He shrugged and shook his head before shutting down his computer and standing to stretch. They made their way into the locker room and found Kim and Adam exchanging a playful banter over the fact it was Valentine’s Day this weekend. Hailey rolled her eyes, laughing when Adam made a comment about the discount candy he’d be buying on Monday. Every time she looked Jay’s way she caught him looking at her, an almost mischievous look behind his eyes.

Finally they made it out to his truck, Hailey jogging to get out of the freezing wind and letting out a sigh of relief when she was tucked into the warmth of his cab. Jay climbed into the drivers side, sending her another grin as he pulled them out of the lot.

“You’re up to something.”

She stated, eyes boring into him. He shrugged again, reaching to adjust the heat and giving her a wink.

“Can you make sure my bag is back there?”

Jay asked, motioning towards the back seat. It wasn’t an odd request, seeing as they usually packed a bag to stay at the others house on the weekends. But when Hailey turned to look into the back seat she spotted not only Jay’s but hers as well. She shifted back around and stared at the side of his face.

“It is. And it would appear mine is as well.”

She watched his mouth creep up into a grin again and he sent her another wink.

“Huh...weird.”

He shrugged again and she playfully smacked his shoulder.

“Why is my bag in the back Jay?”

She pushed when he wasn’t going to answer.

“Well, it’s your overnight bag.”

He stated simply, turning them into the parking lot of Portillo’s to grab them some dinner.

“Yes, thank you. But why do I need it?”

She tried to sound annoyed but really her tone was light and held a hint of excitement.

“Because you’re staying somewhere overnight.”

He grinned her way once more before pulling up and ordering their usual.

“Somewhere? So not your place?”

Hailey angled in her seat to fully face him now, becoming more curious by the second as to what he might have planned.

“Not my apartment…”

Jay paid and passed the bag of food her way, then pulled into a spot for them to eat.

“So where?”

Hailey asked, handing out the meals. Jay chuckled her way and she rolled her eyes in response.

“You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”

It was Hailey’s turn to chuckle as she shook her head at him.

“Just trying to catch up.”

She shrugged, opening her sandwich wrapper.

“How about… you just enjoy the surprise.”

He kissed her mid sentence and she smiled into him before he pulled away. Hailey gave him a hesitant nod and they settled into eating. Once Jay was done he pulled them back out of the lot and pointed them in the direction of the expressway, only peaking Hailey’s curiosity more but she did her best to keep quiet. Jay turned on the radio after a while and Hailey settled back into her seat, letting the soft lyrics of Ed Sheeran fill her ears as the lights of the city began to fade from view. After a while she felt her eyes getting heavy and rested her head on her hand, propping it up against the window. Jay’s hand reached over and took her free one, tracing lazy circles over the back of her hand and the gentle touch lulled her to sleep.

Hailey woke when the truck came to a halt. Rubbing her eyes she glanced at the clock on the dash and felt disoriented when it read just after 10pm. Jay’s hand squeezed hers and she looked his way before letting her eyes finally take in the sight before them. They were parked in front of a cabin, seemingly in the middle of the woods, with a string of white Christmas lights illuminating a covered porch. Her gaze drifted back to Jays and she smiled back at him when she saw him grinning her way.

“Come on…”

He nodded and jumped out of the truck. Hailey climbed out of her side and met him at the front of the truck. Jay came to stand behind her as she took in the small house, unable to contain her smile at the almost magical sight before her. His hands rested on her hips and he placed a kiss on top of her head. Hailey leaned back into his touch, placing her hands over his as they wrapped around to her abdomen.

“Jay…”

She couldn’t finish, still in awe over his surprise. She assumed this was his family's cabin, something she had heard about once but never seen.

“I know it’s kinda cheesy, but I wanted to do something nice for you for Valentine’s Day and you don’t seem like the candy and teddy bear type.”

She laughed against him, squeezing his hands in hers. She definitely wasn’t that type. But this? This was perfect.

“Are we here all weekend?”

Hailey turned in his arms to face him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she spoke.

“If that’s okay with you.”

He smiled, looking relieved that she was appearing to like his surprise.

“The whole weekend, just us...no interruptions?”

Her voice dipped lower as she spoke and his eyes darkened in response. Hailey stretched up onto her tiptoes to give him a kiss and his arms pulled her in tighter to deepen it. They stayed locked together for a moment, letting their lips dance together in a slow pace, before Hailey pulled back to look up at him.

“Can I see the inside?”

She bit her lower lip, grinning when he moaned a little at the sight. He took her hand in his and led her up to the steps of the cabin. Snow was starting to fall around them and the sight of it under the glow of the string lights was beautiful.

Inside the cabin, Hailey found herself awestruck once again at the beautiful simplicity laid out before her. Worn down furniture, an old handmade quilt draped over the back of the couch and a brick fireplace that was screaming to hold a crackling fire. She turned to face Jay and pulled him into another slow kiss. When they separated, he pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes beaming with happiness.

“Thank you.”

She whispered against his lips before placing a quick kiss against them and then pulling away.

“For what?”

He asked, following after her as she trailed around the small room.

“For this surprise. It’s perfect.”

She grinned his way as she went on to explore the tiny kitchen, just enough room to cook a meal and perfect for her and Jay.

“You’re perfect.”

He sent her a cheesy grin when she rolled her eyes at him. Jay stepped back out to grab their bags from the truck and tossed them onto the dining table when he returned.

“How about you take these to the bedroom and then take a hot shower and I’ll start a fire.”

Hailey quirked an eyebrow at him, trying to picture Jay bent over the fireplace. It was almost something she wanted to stay and witness but instead she gave him a nod and took the bags down the hall. For such a small, simple cabin Hailey was surprised when she stepped into the bathroom to find it completely remodeled, huge walk in shower and a soaker tub big enough for two included. She located some towels stacked in a closet and then turned the water of the shower on, quickly undressing and then stepping into the hot stream. Her body began to melt instantly and she was pretty sure she could happily stay in here for the rest of the weekend.

She half expected Jay to join her but when he hadn’t appeared by the time she was done, she shut the water off and wrapped a towel around herself. Padding into the bedroom, Hailey smiled when she noticed what appeared to be another handmade quilt laid over the bed. She rummaged through her bag in search of pajamas but came up empty handed.

“Hey Jay, did you pack me some of my sleep clothes?”

She called, jumping slightly when his response came from the doorway of the room.

“No.”

He smiled, making his way across the room and digging into his own bag.

“I packed you mine.”

Hailey couldn’t help but grin up at him because it was usually his shirts she was sleeping in anyway. Once dressed, she followed him back out into the living room and they settled onto the couch together. Jay leaned back into one corner and Hailey tucked herself into the side of his body, letting his arm pull her in closer. They stayed silent for a while, just enjoying the crackle of the fire.

“I gotta be honest, fire starting isn’t a skill I pictured you having.”

Hailey teased, dancing her fingers up and down his chest. He scoffed underneath her, causing her to chuckle.

“I’ll have you know, starting fires is something I’m very good at. It being in the fireplace is just an added bonus.”

Hailey laughed against him, resting her head against his chest and letting her eyes flutter close when he kissed the top of her head.

“This really is perfect.”

She said after a while, feeling herself completely relaxed now.

“We’ll have to run into town in the morning for some groceries. I didn’t want to wake you up until we got here. But the town is kinda cool so we can walk around a bit if you want.”

Hailey tilted her head up to look at him, smirking when he met her eyes.

“Building fires and grocery shopping. I’m learning all sorts of things about you now.”

He scoffed again and rolled his eyes down at her.

“Come on, you gotta give me some credit…”

He tried to give her an annoyed look but it fell flat when she smiled up at him.

“I’m just saying, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go shopping. Any other hidden talents you want to share with me?”

Hailey’s voice lowered as she finished speaking and she watched as Jay’s eyes darkened, immediately picking up on her train of thought. Without saying another word he shifted them on the couch and then scooped her up, carrying her down the hall and into the bedroom as she squealed with the sudden movement.

****

When Hailey rolled over she noticed she was alone in the bed. After a quick stretch she climbed out of bed and pulled her discarded shirt on from the night before. She found Jay in the kitchen, standing over the small stove and cooking what smelled like bacon and eggs. She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso and pressing a kiss into his shoulder blade.

“Morning.”

She whispered sleepily against him before going to perch herself on the counter by the kitchen window. Jay turned around, handing her a cup of coffee that she happily accepted. He stepped back towards the stove but his eyes were locked on her, watching as she sipped from the mug. Hailey felt her cheeks blush under his intense stare. He walked back over towards her, reaching up and tucking a loss strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes tracing all over her face.

“What?”

She questioned, darting her eyes down towards her mug, suddenly feeling self conscious. Jay placed his fingers under her chin, tilting her head back up to look at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

He gave her a quick kiss and then went back to finishing their breakfast. Once they ate, Hailey found herself staring out the window above the sink as she cleaned up the dishes. The sight of freshly fallen snow against the forest backdrop was truly breathtaking. Jay came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against her shoulder. She grabbed the towel and dried her hands before turning in his embrace and sliding her arms up around his shoulders. They kissed slowly, both content with a lazy pace as they had no fear of being interrupted. Eventually though, Hailey trailed her hands down his bare chest and into the waistband of his grey sweatpants, escalating the moment into something more.

Sometime later, Hailey was once again laying in bed but this time Jay was with her. His fingers trailed patterns over her bare back and her eyes were closed, just enjoying the touch. Her stomach let out a tiny growl and she felt Jay laugh beside her.

“Hungry?”

Hailey grumbled into the crook of her arm before replying.

“A little. But we just ate…”

Jay laughed again and she picked her head up to shoot him a look.

“Well...in one context, yeah. But breakfast was a while ago.”

Hailey smacked his chest, shaking her head at him as she hauled herself out of the bed. She made her way over to where their bags were and pulled out some clothes.

“As fun as it would be to lay here all day and listen to your amazing jokes...I really am hungry. For food. And I believe I was promised a Jay Halstead shopping trip last night.”

She pulled on some jeans and a blue flannel button up as she watched him get out of bed and dig his own clothes out. Once they were both dressed and her hair was pulled into a ponytail, they made their way outside and scrambled into his truck.

The drive into town was surprisingly short. Hailey felt like they were in their own little world so to realize that they weren’t actually that far from civilization made her chuckle. The town itself was quaint to say the least, with a few stores littered here and there and only one stoplight hanging in the middle of it all. Jay pulled them into the parking lot and Hailey jumped out, eager to see what shopping with Jay was actually like. He picked up on her excitement, playfully rolling his eyes as they made their way into the building. She decided to let Jay push the cart and he followed along after her as she trailed up and down the isles. Hailey had made a loose mental shopping list on the way and plucked the things they needed off the shelves, tossing them into the cart as Jay pushed along behind her. She turned to add a few things to the cart and caught him picking up a box of fruit snacks, giving her a sheepish look before letting them fall in with the rest. They wandered up and down the rest of the isles before Hailey decided they had everything they needed. Jay took a quick detour down one of the isles and returned with a box of hot chocolate. She raised an eyebrow at him but he simply winked in return before they headed to checkout.

“So, was shopping with me everything you had hoped for and more?”

Jay teased once they were back in the truck. Hailey shook her head at him, letting out a chuckle and refusing to answer. The whole shopping trip had felt oddly domestic, something she wasn’t quite used to with him yet but something she had enjoyed every minute of. Jay drove them down the main street, pointing out the little shops here and there. He nodded towards a tiny diner, the only restaurant in town and his eyes shined with fondness.

“We’ll come get lunch here tomorrow before we leave. My mom used to take Will and I there every time we came up. They have the best pancakes.”

Hailey glanced at the diner before looking back at him, smiling at him inadvertently sharing something about his childhood. Fond memories weren’t something either of them seemed to have many of but she was happy he held onto some good things from his past.

“Pancakes for lunch?”

She teased, breaking the silence they had fallen into and pulling Jay back into the moment.

“Well, I have zero intentions of getting out of bed early tomorrow and they serve breakfast all day.”

He sent her a wink and then pointed them back towards the cabin.

As Jay hauled their few bags of groceries in, Hailey found herself wandering around the back of the cabin looking around in awe at the scene laid out before her. It truly was a little piece of paradise, their own little corner of the world. She pictured a younger Jay and Will running around the yard playing and felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. Lost in thought, Hailey jumped when Jay came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s pretty great, isn’t it..”

Jay stated, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. She leaned back into his embrace, nodding against his chest.

“Did you come here a lot growing up?”

She felt Jay let out a slow breath behind her before he answered.

“Yeah, we’d come up a few times a year. I’ll bring you back in the summertime. There’s a little pond over there that’s perfect for fishing.”

Hailey smiled and turned in his arms to look up at him, her arms finding their place around his shoulders.

“You fish?”

Jay’s head fell back slightly as he chuckled and when he looked back down there was a playful glint in his eyes.

“I’m just full of surprises. It’s almost like you haven’t known me for all these years.”

His tone was teasing and Hailey smirked up at him before darting her eyes back down.

“Yeah well...this is kinda different.”

Jay tilted her head back up so she met his eyes, a quizzical look on his face.

“How so?”

Hailey played with the buttons of his shirt, feeling suddenly embarrassed by the conversation. Not that she really had reason too, but the last two days with Jay had her mind wandering to the future and it was something new for her and it left her a little uncomfortable.

“Just...us. I don’t know. We don’t get time alone like this, it’s nice.”

Jay dipped his head down to look at her, giving her a small smile.

“She says with uncertainty.”

He spoke in a light tone but she could tell there was some unvoiced worry under his words.

“I love you Jay.”

She wasn’t sure what made her say it so suddenly. It wasn’t the first time they had said it, but as the words left her mouth she felt something inside of her shift and she knew then that he was the one. The one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, to wake up every morning with and go to sleep next to every night. She glanced back out into the yard and suddenly it wasn’t a childhood version of Will and Jay running around but her own children, their children. The thought overwhelmed her and she felt tears gather in her eyes. Jay cupped her face between his hands, kissing her forehead and lingering there before pulling back to meet her eyes, letting her know he understood exactly what she was thinking and feeling without her needing to say another word.

“I love you too Hailey.”

Hailey pulled him down into a kiss, smiling against his mouth as his strong arms wrapped around her. They stood like that, frozen in time and completely lost in each other, until Hailey felt huge clumps of snow hitting her head. She pulled back, smiling up at him again as more snowflakes danced around them. Jay took her hand, leading her back towards the cabin. They made it about halfway before Hailey had an idea, dropping Jay’s hand and quickly bending to scoop up some snow. Jay sent her a warning look but was unable to control the smile from reaching his eyes when she chucked the ball of snow in his direction, hitting him squarely in the chest.

The only sound was their crunching boots in the snow, mixed with squeals and laughter as they battled it out, tossing snow back and forth until they were both soaked and freezing. Eventually Jay conceded, holding his hands up in surrender and making her send him a smug look. They hurried into the cabin, pulling their soaked clothes off and draping them by the fireplace. Hailey headed down the hall, intending to take a hot shower to warm up but Jay scooped her up from behind and raced her down the rest of the hall, tossing her onto the bed and immediately hovering over her as their lips melded together once again.

When Hailey and Jay re-emerged from the bedroom darkness was falling outside. Hailey glanced out the window and was surprised to see how much snow had accumulated over the last few hours. Jay was in the kitchen, turning the radio on and letting it play softly as he pulled out the stuff for dinner. Hailey joined him, working beside him to chop up the produce and then making her way to the stove. They worked around the kitchen like it was the most natural thing and Hailey found a smile on her face that seemed to be a permanent feature now. They leaned against the counter, waiting for dinner to finish cooking and Hailey heard a song playing on the radio she recognized as something by Iron & Wine. Jay came to stand before her, taking her hands and surprising her when he pulled her away from the counter and started moving them together in a slow rhythm.

“And now we’re dancing?”

Hailey grinned up at him, shaking her head playfully.

“And now we’re dancing.”

Jay replied, tucking her head under his chin. Hailey let her head rest against his chest and her eyes wandered to the kitchen window. She could see the snow coming down hard as they swayed back and forth. She listened to the soft music and the steady beating of his chest, feeling that no matter what was going on in the world around them that she would be okay as long as he was here with her. Whether they were tucked into this little nook of the world or back in Chicago, it didn’t matter as long as Jay was by her side. Jay was the reward for everything she had gone through in the past, the breath of fresh air when she felt like she was suffocating, the light at the end of the tunnel, and the safe place to come home to when nothing else was right. Jay was home.

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deanstead · 3 years

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Faint

Pairing: Will Halstead x Bartender!Reader

Request by anon: Could I get one where the reader is a bartender at Molly’s. She’s really close to everyone. Maybe she’s been really stressed about something and one night Conner, Will, Jay, and Kelly are at the bar and she collapses. Maybe from not eating or dehydration. They guys all are super worried. She swears she’s fine but the make her go to med to get checked out anyway.

Word Count: 963

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of faint feelings, fluff

A/N: Request wasn’t really specific so I wrote this as a Will x Reader pairing, I hope that’s okay! Been having slight anxiety recently, hence the angle so I hope this turned out okay and that you guys still like it! Love to hear from all of you so as usual, please hit up my ask box to let me know what you guys think!

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You reached over, pushing the drinks across the bar towards Jay and Kelly with a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Jay smiled as the door swung open and Will and Connor stepped into Molly’s.

You looked up and smiled, glad to see him. You hadn’t had a good day in a while, but today really hadn’t been good. Will smiled at you and you could feel a warmth tickling in your belly, something only Will could make you feel.

Will leaned forward. “Hey you.” He whispered, reaching across the bar to give you a quick kiss, pulling away with a smile.

“Okay, there are people here.” Jay commented, a smile playing on his lips.

“Jay, shut up before I take the drink back.” You shot back, smiling, as Connor and Will both slid into their seats.

You passed the drinks to Will and Connor, moving towards the other side of the bar to prepare drinks for some new arrivals.

You’d been having a hard time recently. You knew working and studying at the same time wasn’t going to be easy, but you needed the money and you hadn’t expected your anxiety to go into overdrive. You hadn’t said anything to anyone, not even Will. Will had been swamped at work and he wasn’t having an easy time either so you hadn’t said anything - you didn’t want to add anything onto his plate.

Will watched as you busied yourself at the bar, frowning slightly. Something felt off but he wasn’t totally sure. His eyes followed you as you headed towards the door to the backroom and his eyes were still on you as your legs gave under you.

“Y/N!” Will called in alarm, pushing back his chair and running towards you, the rest close behind him.

“Hey hey,” Will said, taking you gently by the shoulders and helping you sit up gently. “Let me see.”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“What happened? Did you get hurt?” Will asked, checking to make sure you weren’t hurt. Connor bent down next to Will, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse.

“Will, should we get her to Med?” Jay asked, frowning as he and Kelly hovered behind.

“Should I call for an ambulance?” Kelly asked.

Will shook his head. “She doesn’t seem to be hurt physically but I do think we should take her to Med.”

Jay nodded, “My truck’s just outside.”

You grabbed Will’s wrist. “Guys, I’m fine. It’s probably just a dizzy spell.”

Will clucked this tongue the way he did when he was a little annoyed and Connor shook his head. “This is not a discussion, Y/N, I don’t like the feel of your heart rate right now either.”

“Will, I’ll go get the truck started. Meet you out front.” Jay called to his brother, already halfway out the door.

Will gently propped you up to your feet as Kelly glanced at Connor. “Connor, is she…”

Connor ‘s brow furrowed a little deeper. “It could just be low blood pressure but her pulse is racing. You coming?”

Kelly nodded. “Yeah, right behind you.”

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By the time Jay’s truck had pulled up outside Med, the dizzy spell seemed to have gotten worse and your breathing was quickening a little as well. Jay glanced worriedly at you as he killed the engine and Will scooped you into his arms, heading straight into the emergency room.

Kelly and Connor were right behind, charging into the emergency department right on Will’s heels. Both Will and Connor didn’t seem concerned at all that they weren’t on shift.

Will barely left your side except for when the nurse on duty had to run some tests for you, and even then, Connor had stayed behind to listen to your heartrate. You could see Jay and Kelly hovering outside your room the whole time as well.

When Will finally came back in, it was with a look on his face – a look that usually signaled he was slightly annoyed.

“Will?” You asked warily.

“Your blood sugar is low, that’s what’s causing the light-headedness, and probably your increased heartrate.” Connor said. “We’ve hooked you up on a glucose drip, and if you’re feeling better you can go.”

“Thanks Connor.” You smiled, “Sorry for the overtime.”

Connor smiled back and patted your arm. “You guys talk, we’ll be outside.”

“Did you eat today?” Will asked, the moment the door closed behind Connor.

You bit your lip. “I think so.”

Will sighed, “Y/N, we’ve talked about this. What did I tell you about skipping meals?”

You reached out for Will’s hand. “I’m sorry.”

Will moved closer to you. “Is it school? Are you stressed?”

You pulled your eyes away but nodded. “I just didn’t have much an appetite and before I knew it…”

Will reached over, angling your chin upwards so that you were looking at him again. “I told you to talk to me if you had anxiety.”

Of course, Will knew. How long did you really think you could keep it from him?

“I didn’t want to add anything more to your plate.” You muttered back.

Instead of getting upset, Will leaned in, kissing your temple. “Nothing is more important than you, you hear me?”

You tugged Will slightly closer, leaning into him. “Okay.” You whispered.

Will squeezed your shoulders slightly. “I’ll let the rest come in, alright?”

You nodded as Will waved to Jay. You’d ruined their night but they mostly just looked relieved that you were okay.

“Thanks for looking out for me, guys.” You said, looking from Will to Connor, then Jay and Kelly. Trusting people had been hard for you, and leaning on others had even more counter intuitive for you but you knew that if you could rely on anyone, you could lean on them.

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razzle-zazzle · 3 years

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Five times others noticed something off about Cole + one time it was explained

3083 Words; Coleverlord

Something was wrong with her son.

Lilly couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment she realized it, but something had changed since that disaster of a boating trip. Cole had been more quiet, lately, had been listless and almost eerily pensive at times.

Lilly didn’t like it. It was unnerving.

They never should have gone. It was supposed to be a fun outing for the three of them, a four-hour tour off the west coast alongside some other passengers.

It ended up being a ten-day stay on an uncharted island. It ended up being Lilly in charge of a group of people not quite accustomed to wilderness survival as they waited for rescue to stumble upon them. It ended up being exhausting, and draining, and the exact opposite of a fun outing.

And then they’d finally been found, and finally arrived home—

And now something was wrong with Cole.

It wasn’t what one would expect in this situation, either. Cole wasn’t sick, wasn’t running a fever, nor was he injured—no, it was none of that.

But there had been a drastic change in his behavior, and Lilly didn’t like it. It felt like there was something in her home, something that never should have been let in but had come in anyway, and that something was pitter-patting down the halls with steps eerily similar to her son but just so slightly off.

“Mama?”

Lilly jumped at her son's voice, caught off guard. She was in the kitchen getting herself water and trying to sort through this awful feeling she had. Her seven year old son was standing in the doorway, hand gripping the frame.

Despite the moonlight streaming in through the window onto his face—or maybe because of it—he didn’t seem quite real. Something about the way Cole was holding himself was just… off.

“Yeah?” Lilly shifted uncomfortably under her son’s stare. Something was definitely wrong with this child. Just him standing there in the doorway had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.

Cole took a step forward. “Had a bad dream.” He murmured.

Lilly set her water on the counter and crossed the kitchen, wrapping her arms around her son despite her instincts telling her to be wary. “Oh, baby, it’s okay,” she lifted him up, bracing him against her hip to hold him more easily. “Do you wanna tell me about it?”

Cole buried his face in Lilly’s shoulder. “Don’t remember.” He mumbled.

Lilly hated that her first instinct here was to set Cole back down again. Hated that, for all that her son was right here and seeking comfort, part of her was convinced it wasn’t him.

Cole was still clinging to her, though, so she returned to the counter to finish her water, holding him close the entire time.

She’d have to tell Wu about all of this, about this unsettled feeling she had, but—

That could wait until the morning.

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Cole had a really weird presence.

Jay didn’t really mind that Cole could sometimes be a little… off. Cole was Cole. Besides, Zane was also weird, but he was no less their brother; the same applied to Cole.

But for how sweet Cole could be, there was still something… unsettling about him. Something that had Jay’s arms erupt into goosebumps whenever Cole was around. And that was after several months of knowing the guy—when they’d first met, Jay couldn’t even look at Cole without his stomach tying up in knots.

It probably wasn’t really anything to worry about, but Jay couldn’t help but wonder why Cole had such disconcerting vibes. And it wasn’t the same as Zane’s uncanniness, because at least when Zane acted uncanny it didn’t put Jay on edge the way Cole sometimes did.

Jay knew Cole… or maybe he only thought he knew Cole. He was probably just being paranoid, but he couldn’t help but wonder sometimes.

He really hoped he was just being paranoid.

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Cole was certainly… odd.

But that was fine. Zane was odd, too. They were both a little odd, but their family still loved them for it.

Sure, Cole’s tendency to occasionally stare westward was unusual, but Cole was Cole. It was when Zane started keeping track of it that things got… interesting.

As they traveled around searching for the Fang Blades, Zane noticed that Cole didn’t stare exactly westward. Rather, it seemed that the angle changed depending on the latitude, as though Cole was looking towards a certain location in particular rather than just out west in general.

So Zane conducted an experiment. Whenever he noticed Cole zoning out to stare west, he tracked the location and angle as best as he could.

Zane collected this data over the course of several days. When he was finally satisfied and had the free time to do so, he found himself a map, a ruler, a marker, and a compass.

It was time to record the data.

“Hey, Zane,” Jay greeted as he came into the room, “Watcha doing?”

“Recording data.” Zane responded, another crisp line appearing under his steady hand.

Jay came over to look at the map over Zane’s shoulder. “Kinda looks like you’re just drawing lines on a map, buddy.”

“That is what I am doing, yes.” Zane drew another line, extending it out until it intersected with the first. Since Jay was still watching, Zane elaborated, “I am marking down the directions of Cole’s… ‘trances’, as it were.”

Jay hummed consideringly. “Looks like they all converge at a certain point.”

Zane nodded. “Yes, it seems they do.” He added the final line, then capped the marker and set it and the ruler aside to survey his work.

Ten lines, crisp and neat, from ten different starting positions. Ten lines that all converged on the same point off the west coast.

There was nothing at those coordinates other than ocean, at least, there was nothing on the map. It was very puzzling.

“Wait.” Jay pointed at a small island just a few degrees north of the intersection. “What’s that?”

It was the only charted island for miles. Small, nondescript, and uninhabited. But it was also the closest thing to the intersection, and probably their best bet for answers outside of directly asking Cole.

“I’ll have to look into it.” Zane made a mental note to do just that as he stood up and began to fold the map.

Jay grabbed everything else. “Here, I’ll help.”

Zane nodded. “Thank you.”

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Nya liked to think she was good at noticing the little details.

And she was! Whether it be the small details of her mech’s innards or the little things her brother did when he was stressed, Nya was really good at noticing small details.

Which was probably why she had noticed so many odd things about Cole. To be fair, a lot of things Cole did or said were just plain odd—and there was nothing wrong with that—but there were some things he did that just… felt off, sometimes.

So yeah. Nya noticed the small things, paid close attention to the boys and their habits and their moods. Paid attention to the small details of their faces, like the way Jay’d stick out his tongue when he was concentrating, or how Zane’s brow would furrow when he was deep in thought; how Kai’s eyes crinkled when he smiled—

And how Cole’s eyes seemingly changed color every so often, for seemingly no reason. How that dusty, tawny brown that looked so much like the sunbaked earth around the shop could suddenly shift into a deep violet. How sometimes it almost looked like his eyes were glowing in certain lighting. How it definitely wasn’t a trick of the light, no, his eyes definitely changed color.

Which was probably not normal.

Then again, their sensei was technically part dragon and had slitted pupils, so maybe Cole’s magical color-changing eyes weren’t that out there.

It was just a little unnerving, to look at Cole expecting those gentle eyes and see foreboding violet. Almost like there was something else there, something lurking behind those eyes. Something that shouldn’t be trusted.

But Nya didn’t like to think that way about Cole, so she just noted that his eyes changed color sometimes and moved on with her day.

She had more important things to stress about.

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Kai didn’t like this.

There were a lot of things about this island that Kai didn’t like, but the way Cole had been acting since it rose was most definitely on the top of the list.

Cole was always pretty weird. And that was fine! What was unsettling was that he was acting differently from how he usually did.

First, they sail out to this random little island in the middle of the ocean because Garmadon somehow managed to get himself marooned out here, and was demanding they come and pick him up. Then, Cole disappears into the jungle with Jay and they trigger something that makes the island rise, revealing it to be some big evil mega island from Misako’s old texts. It didn’t help that Cole didn’t seem at all bothered by this.

Ever since then, Misako and Wu and Garmadon had been furiously discussing whether to stay and explore or leave immediately, and Kai was pretty sure Misako still had her weird grudge against Cole because he’d overheard her calling him a “problem” again, so Kai was staying away from that argument.

And so the ninja were cautiously poking around the edges of the jungle after having moved the Bounty back out to the new coast, and Cole—

He wasn’t acting like Cole.

He’d been muttering, too quiet to make out any of the words, and he’d go silent if you came closer. He stared into the jungle a lot, sometimes zoning out so bad that not even Jay’s bad jokes could snap him out of it.

All in all, Kai was very unnerved. And an unnerved Kai was an angry one, snapping at anyone who came near.

His stress levels weren’t helped by the fact that last he’d seen Cole, he and Lloyd had been wandering into the jungle. Kai had followed, but he’d lost track of them what seemed like hours ago.

So now the whole group was on an island Misako didn’t want to be anywhere near, Cole was acting like he was possessed and had disappeared with Lloyd for unknown reasons, and Kai was lost in the jungle.

“Amazing! Incredible!” Kai kicked at the dirt at his feet, “Oh, this is just perfect!” He had no idea how to get back. Great. Fucking wonderful.

The jungle had no response for his tantrum, just a few faint bird calls and wind rustling the leaves.

Kai huffed. He wasn’t going to be finding Cole and Lloyd anytime soon, so he should probably try to get back to the beach and tell everyone else what he knew. Of course, being lost would put a damper on it, but Kai was reasonably sure he could figure out where he was.

He looked at the trees surrounding him.

He just needed a little more height.

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Lloyd was pretty sure they were lost.

When he voiced this concern, however, Cole just replied with a chipper “oh no, we’re definitely getting closer!” that wasn’t reassuring in the least. So Lloyd continued to trudge through the jungle after Cole, hoping he’d at least get an explanation for why Cole felt the need to drag him along to… wherever they were heading.

Another leaf smacked Lloyd in the face. “Are you certain we’re not lost?” He asked once more. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the same tree more than four times already.”

Cole didn’t say anything, just took Lloyd’s hand to help him up a small ledge. They continued their little trek, the jungle slowly thinning out and becoming a mountain.

“It’s just up here.” Cole said. He’d been unusually quiet up until this point.

Lloyd looked up at the rock face that Cole was suggesting he climb and groaned. But Cole was already ascending, so Lloyd swallowed his complaints and got to climbing. It was strenuous and sweaty and exhausting and if Cole was only dragging him up here to show him a killer view or some shit then Lloyd was going to scream, but he’d let himself be led out this far so he was going to climb all the way to the top, dammit.

Gasping and aching in ways that shouldn’t be possible, Lloyd hauled himself up onto the top, flopping over onto his back to catch his breath. Why did killer views have to be so hard to get to?

Cole was already moving, striding towards whatever he’d wanted to show Lloyd. Lloyd blearily turned his head towards Cole, not prepared to see anything in particular—

Oh.

That was definitely… something.

A big metal… thing sat proudly atop the stone, with a whole bunch of gears and rings and big metal balls on the end of rods like some mad scientist’s evil machine or something.

Lloyd pushed himself up into a sitting position while Cole approached the metal abomination. “Am I gonna get an explanation, or… ?”

Cole stopped, still facing towards the Big Metal Thing. “It’s the Celestial Clock.” He said quietly. “It’s supposed to count down to the final battle.” Now that he said it, Lloyd could see something that looked vaguely clock-like near the center of the rings.

Lloyd frowned. “It doesn’t seem to be doing a whole lot of counting down.” Which was a relief. Lloyd would like the final battle to maybe just not happen, please and thanks.

“Yeah.” Cole stepped forwards, tracing his hand gently along one of the rings as he moved towards the center of it. “Because it hasn’t been activated yet.” He stopped at the center and put his hands on a helmet Lloyd hadn’t noticed before. “But if you remove the Helmet of Shadows…”

Lloyd stood up very fast. “Uh, Cole, what—”

“Do you trust me?” Cole’s voice cut through the air like a knife. Lloyd stopped where he stood.

“Lloyd.” Cole still didn’t turn around, “Do you trust me?”

“I—” What was the right answer here? What was Lloyd supposed to do?

“Yeah, I—I trust you.”

Cole picked up the helmet and stepped back, his back still to Lloyd. With a grind and a groan, the clock started moving. “Then you won’t worry about this.”

“But the final battle—”

“Isn’t happening.” Cole snarled. “The clock is going to run down and nothing will happen because there isn’t going to be a final battle. We are not fighting.”

Lloyd took a step back. Okay, this was definitely starting to cross the line into Not Okay. “Cole?”

All the tenseness in Cole’s shoulders dissolved. “I’m sorry.” He murmured. “You’re not talking to Cole right now.”

At that, Cole—or rather, Not-Cole?—turned around, helmet still cradled in his hands. His eyes were a brilliant, glowing violet—no iris, no pupil, just pure, deep violet that had Lloyd’s instincts screaming at him to flee from.

Immediately, Lloyd assumed a defensive stance. “What are you? What did you do to Cole?” He demanded, green lighting in his hands.

Not-Cole laughed, an eerie, broken sound. “Relax, Lloyd, I don’t intend to hurt you.” It took a step forward, but stopped when Lloyd stepped back. “Or did you not hear me when I declared that there would be no final battle?”

“You better start explaining,” Lloyd snarled, “Right now.”

Not-Cole nodded. “That is why I brought you up here, yes.” He sat down, helmet still in his lap, and gestured for Lloyd to do the same.

Lloyd dropped the stance, but stayed standing.

Not-Cole sighed. “Alright, let’s start with an introduction. I am the being known as the Overlord. I came about not long after the First Master created Ninjago, as a counterbalance to his light and order.”

Lloyd processed this, turning it over in his head. “Okay.”

The Overlord nodded, then continued. “The First Master and I engaged in a battle for control of Ninjago. What was going to be a stalemate turned in my favor when I created the Stone Army, so the First Master split Ninjago in half and sunk my half, leaving me bound to it.” It traced Cole’s hands along the edges of the helmet, gaze fixed on Lloyd.

Lloyd frowned. “So, what, you possessed Cole when we got here? Is that it?”

It chuckled. “You’re correct, but your timing is off. My vessel first arrived on this island years and years ago, when a freak stroke of luck resulted in a ship washing up here.” Cole—no, the Overlord—sighed wistfully. “I wanted off this island. My vessel was sympathetic enough to let me in.”

Lloyd tensed. “So you’ve been controlling Cole for years, then.”

“No.” Cole said, eyes suddenly back to their normal brown. “We share this body.”

“Cole.” Lloyd put his hands on Cole’s shoulders. “Are you really, truly okay with this?”

Cole nodded, sincerity in his eyes. “Made It promise not to fight you.” He muttered.

And then his eyes were violet, though not the fully obvious, solid violet of moments before. Just the irises.

“There won’t be a final battle.” It said, “That clock will count down to nothing.” It stood up, still holding the helmet. “And nothing will happen.”

Lloyd walked over, standing beside It. “How can you be so sure?”

“My vessel was never supposed to end up on this island. I was never supposed to leave it. And look at us now, sharing a single body.” It strode forwards, Cole’s arms spreading out to the sides in an sweeping gesture as It stared out into the landscape below them. “Destiny has been defied once.” It turned towards Lloyd, extending a hand. “So why bow to such a shitty destiny if you don’t have to? Why submit yourself to a fight none of us want when it’s not even necessary?”

It gestured towards the clock, which was still ticking down. “Just wait. Nothing will happen when the clock hits zero, because there won’t be a final battle. Destiny has no power over us.”

Lloyd watched the clock tick down for a moment, processing what the Overlord was telling him. Could he really trust it?

But then he remembered his father telling him that he was proud of Lloyd, as well as all the things his dad tried in order to stop the prophecy from coming true.

“Alright.” Lloyd made his decision.

“Let’s defy destiny.”

#ninjago #lego ninjago #coleverlord #zaz writes #lilly ninjago #cole ninjago #jay walker #zane julien #nya ninjago #kai ninjago #lloyd garmadon #and then #sensei wu #lord garmadon #and #misako #are all mentioned #the overlord #also the reason cole's eyes were a solid purble when the overlord revealed itself to lloyd is bc the overlord didn't wanna be too subtle #the irises changing color when It's at the forefront is inevitable tho #also no i did not forget about the helmet of shadows #cole/the overlord just did a lil sleight of hand with it when lloyd wasn't looking #it's now the bracelets of shadows #also no lilly does not get to talk to wu about her concerns regarding cole #things keep coming up until she just. forgets to #also take the overlord's words w/ a grain of salt #this is so much longer than i expected #also zane's part is 420 words exactly and i think that's really neat #jay's bit is kinda weak but i didn't have anything better soooooo #aight i'm gonna go shower and eat now thank

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danicarosaline · 4 years

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The nightmare

𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

The anon request: Hey! Can I please request a JJ imagine with "I thought you would never hurt me". he basically had a nightmare where he hits or hurts the reader but it's all fluffy when he wakes up💕💕

Warnings: ⚠️detailed description of violence⚠️

A/N: i am sorry anon, i kind of changed the nightmare into something more heartless & it’s a tad short );hope you still like it!!

( 𝚐𝚒𝚏 𝚋𝚢 @hvitstark )

The sun had drawn to take a rest, the moon taking over its place as the nightfall began to surround him, the distant light pole being a source of light, along with an old lantern he had set on the dirt after restlessly taking a seat on a murky tree log.

JJ loves the night because it hides all of his flaws, imperfections and the scars that burned onto his flesh from his father and from time to time, Rafe and his crew. JJ also loves the feeling of the soft breeze caressing his skin. Instantly calming his raging heartbeat as he stared off into the direction he came, waiting on you to arrive.

I need you. Come meet me at our favourite spot please.

I cant come over so please meet me at our spot. I love you.

JJ anxiously rubs his hands on his cargo shorts, standing up hastily as he paces back and forth. Sniffling and holding back the tears that had threatened to race down his cheeks.

The trees always looked different in the night and it was quite chilling, almost intimidating. Goosbumps had started to pattern his skin and his thin hoodie wasn’t doing him any good with the way it easily let the brisk air slip in. He cursed himself for shrugging away the thought of wearing something warmer, what an idiot he was. Where the hell is she?!

As if on cue, he heard the crunching of twigs snap in half, causing him to turn abruptly at the direction of the sound. You stood before him in your favourite black jumper, butterfly printed black sweats to match. Your arms were crossed but you didn’t seem angry, only cold as your teeth jittered and it almost made him feel guilty. Almost.

“JJ?” Your voice sounded so soft and angelic, as if he was only hearing it for the first time because his heart soared and he became weak in the knees. JJ started to reminisce about your sweet moments together. His first kiss with you and those first ‘i love you’s’ when you stared lovingly into each other’s eyes. If only it could last a bit longer.

His eyes watched you take leisurely steps towards him, uncrossing your arms from your chest and reaching out so you could pull him into your arms. Your brows were slumped downwards in confusion, your mouth slightly agape and all he wanted to do in this moment was to have his lips on yours but he held himself back. This is not what we came here to do

A calloused hand landed on your waist while the other gently gripped the base of your neck, pulling you closer so your forehead rested on his.

“Hey baby” he murmured, tugging you closer to his chest. Your breath fanned JJ’s face and he guessed you ate a few of those salted caramel candies you love so much before coming out here to see him. If you leaned in to kiss him he’d be able to taste it too.

“You’ve been crying love? What’s wrong?”

It has been a while since the last time JJ had texted you to meet him this late at night, though the only difference was that you have only been meeting the blond at your favourite spot during the daylight, not at the hours of twelve forty-five AM. Usually at these times JJ would be sneaking inside your bedroom window so you found it a bit odd and mildly suspicious that he refused to meet you back at your place.

Nevertheless, you trust him.

He wouldn’t forgive himself if anything terrible happened to the love of his life.

“I- i’m alright, nothing to worry about” JJ removed himself from his lover’s touch, only to bend down to pick up the old lantern from the ground. His eye twitched uncomfortably and he rapidly tilted his head to the side as if he had some sort of tic. His expression was far too serious for someone like himself and his knuckles were turning white from the tight clasp on the lantern.

“Jay please talk to me..” you studied his behaviour and brought your arms back to protectively wrap them across your chest. His jaw was clenched and the way he was inspecting you caused the hairs on your arms to stand but you didn’t know why exactly. He stood unnaturally still, not even blinking once.

“Love, I can’t help you if you don’t-“

JJ shifted the lantern to his less dominant hand so he could reach for something in his back pocket, once he pulled out the object you instinctively took a step back, your eyes bulging in shock at the sight of the sharp silver kitchen knife. The dim light in his hand illuminated his entire face so beautifully but below that unmoving eyes was a cheshire grin so terrifying, that you almost couldn’t recognise your favourite boy in front of you.

You back up against a tree, bushes and all sorts of branches blocked your way from escaping. JJ moved slowly, his movements came to a halt once he was only mere inches away from you. Aside from the beat of your heart, no muscle would move and your chest was heaving. You need to get away. This isn’t JJ.

In one quick movement JJ had a hand clutched around your throat forcing the air out of you, and your breath came in ragged, shallow gasps as you squirmed in JJ’s grip, clawing at his chest. “Tell me who he is” he growled. When JJ noticed you couldn’t speak he released your throat only to yank on the hair of your scalp instead, gazing at his girlfriend with little patience when the girl took her time to catch her breath.

“Answer me you whore”

The knife met your flesh, mushy and pudgy, that made a satisfying squish as the tip of the knife sank into your stomach. JJ twisted the knife, all the while sinking it deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cry was an intense sound, husky chokes mixed with an agonized roar that caused a satisfied smile to appear on his thin lips. He pulled out the knife and let you fall to your knees, taking a few steps back to examine what he’s done.

“I’m not done with you yet princess, just you wait”

JJ jolted awake from his unfathomable nightmare. His cheeks were flushed and wet with tears whilst his body bathed in cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around his limbs and his heart pounded against his chest. JJ was trembling. A fragment of the nightmare still clung to his mind. JJ angles his neck to the side, hoping he’d spot your sleeping figure beside him but panics when he finds it empty. Bits of golden locks fall onto his forehead as he wildly searches the room as if you’d be standing there watching him cry and thrash in his sleep.

JJ storms out of the guest bedroom with heavy footsteps, making the floorboards creak with every vivid step he took and jerking the door wide open, not really caring if it made a loud thud from hitting the wall that would probably awaken John B from his well deserved sleep. “Babe where are you!” He hollers, running a ring clad hand through his disheveled hair.

You sat in the kitchen, dressed in your work clothes and a cup of warm tea in your hands that almost spewed over upon hearing JJ’s loud, boyish voice. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you gazed at your crazy boyfriend wandering aimlessly around the chateau. Not spotting you at the kitchen table yet.

“JJ you crazy loser, what are you doing? It’s 8AM in the morning?”

“Oh my god..”

He trailed off as he scampered towards you and plucked you out of the chair to squeeze you in his embrace, he sighed in relief and patted your hair down. His heart continued to pound rapidly in his chest from the dream he had and even though you are safe and sound in his arms, he still couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. You pulled away to cup his face in your small hands, using a thumb to wipe away the visible tear that slipped out of his beautiful eyes and peppered his entire face in soft, sweet kisses.

“Did you have a nightmare again Jay?” You whispered quietly, knowing how shaken up JJ seemed and coming to the conclusion that this dream he had was most definitely worse than the ones he had the nights before. The boy just nodded and planted his face in the crook of your neck for comfort. Having you close calmed his nobility.

“It’s not real JJ i promise, I’m here for you okay?”

“I would never hurt you.. you’re everything to me and i can’t imagine a life without you. I can’t imagine ever laying a hand on you, i- i just never would. I fucking love you i do, i-“

He mumbled against your neck and squeezed you tighter in his arms, sniffling ever so quietly all the while holding a breath behind pursed lips. You don’t say a word, simply attaching your lips on his chapped ones to silence the rambles and to hope it would soothe away the negative thoughts that clouded his mind. JJ would never forgive himself if he laid a hand on his girl. He knows he is not like his father but the thought still weighs heavy on his mind.

JJ would rather go through the hells of his father’s fist or anyones for the matter before he would let himself harm you. JJ would end it all before that ever happened.

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[ID: a digital drawing of the main 5 marble hornets characters standing next to each other. the background is a vertical gradient of white to a desaturated light blue. there is a large circle with an “x” through it going from corner to corner. it has vertical gradient of the same colors switched.

the first person is brian, who is on the far left. he is white and average height. he is facing forward and holding up a “rock on” hand with his thumb out. his nails are painted black. he has a brown mullet with a red streak. he has brown eyes, a small mustache, a mole next to his mouth, and a safety pin earring. he is smiling and looking to the upper right. he is wearing a cropped yellow hoodie with a black and red frowny face sewed on, a cropped black turtleneck, yellow boxers with the band exposed, gray sweatpants with red detailing, and black boots with yellow laces. his stomach is hairy and he has acne on his face and back. he has two moles on his stomach. he has a cane that has stickers scattered on it.

next to and slightly behind him is alex. he is pale and very tall and lanky. he is angled towards the right with his head turned forward. he is slouched with his hands in his jacket pockets. his right leg is bent. he has auburn brown hair with an emo fringe that is dyed light blue. he has blue-green eyes, small rectangular glasses, and acne. his expression is slightly annoyed with a small smile. his eyes are facing the left. he is wearing a light blue and dark blue striped jacket, an orange shirt with a green neckline and all caps text that reads “dumb indie movie,” light blue jeans, and light blue hightop converse shoes with orange laced and an orange operator symbol on the side.

next to and in front of him is jessica. she is white, slightly taller than average, and has a strong build. she is facing forward and leaning to the right with her arm bent behind her. she has dark brown hair in a low ponytail that is dyed purple at the end. she has long bangs that swoop left over her face and a purple streak on the right side. she has thick eyebrows, dark green eyes, and acne. she has a wide smile and her eyes are looking right. she has silver snakebite piercings, a silver helix piercing on her right ear, and a silver necklace with the double venus symbol on it. she is wearing a gray tank top, a green jacket tied around her waist, purple jeans, and black boots with yellow laces. her nails are painted black.

next to and slightly in front of her is jay. he is short, thin, and very pale. he is angled right with his arms crossed. his head is facing left and up. he has somewhat short, dark brown hair with short bangs over his forehead. he has gray-green eyes, freckles, and a cleft lip. his expression is nervously happy. he is wearing a dark brown corps hat, a lighter brown hooded jacket, a dark green shirt with yellow all caps text that reads “horror movie,” tan hightop converse with green laced and a white skully face on the side, and gray-green jeans with a green gingham patch, a green spotted patch, and a dark yellow patch with a star pattern. his nails are painted dark green.

to the far right is tim. he is tall, larger and more muscular than the rest, and tan. he is angled to the left with his left leg bent and his left hand in his pocket. his right hand is holding a cigarette up, but away from his face. his head is also tilted left and he is looking above jay toward jessica, wearing a relaxed and happy expression. he has very dark brown hair, sideburns, and stubble. he has thick eyebrows and brown eyes. he is wearing a red flannel, a black shirt that reads “shawty you the mentally illest,” dark blue jeans, and red converse shoes with a white masky symbol on the side. END ID]

i drew these redesigns (?) awhile ago and never posted the lineup so take it before i forget again

#long post #marble hornets #brian thomas #alex kralie #jessica locke #jay merrick #tim wright #mh #my art

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haechanhues · 2 years

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- written -

chapter sixty nine : epiphany

warnings : tension and a confession.

Jake took one look at your puffy eyes and went to find Jay. He stood in front of Jay loomingly, ‘You made her cry.’

Jay snarled, ‘Well it’s not like I wanted to make her cry.’

Sunghoon who was opting to stay out of it originally, went to separate his best friends. Jay looks up at him, wiping Sunghoon’s hand away, ‘Don’t touch me, man.’

‘Hey, you’ve misunderstood something and you need to talk it out with Y/N,’ Sunghoon lectured, ignoring the hurt he feels when Jay pushes him away.

‘Why should I?’

“Because you love her and you don’t want her to walk away,’ Sunghoon sternly states. He can feel the hurt being replaced with annoyance and anger.

‘That’s not enough, you’re both all on my ass about her hurting and shit,’ Jay rambles, pushing Jake and Sunghoon away from him, ‘What about me? Huh? Where’s my ‘You’re completely valid, Jay, take all the time you need.’

Jake rolls his eyes, ‘It was a mistake on my part that got covered with misunderstandings, okay? I’m sorry.’

Sunghoon angles his head towards Jake, ‘What did you say?’

‘I said that you kissed,’ Jake asserts. Sunghoon stares at Jake with an increased sense of anger and slightly nudges at his shoulder harder than he should have.

‘Why would you tell her boyfriend that?’ Sunghoon hisses.

‘I didn’t mean to!’ Jake protests, wanting to defend himself. Sunghoon shook his head as he completely diverted his attention from Jay to Jake.

‘This is the shit you pulled back then too!’ Sunghoon exclaims.

Jay rolls his eyes as he flinches away from Jake and Sunghoon, ‘I can’t fucking deal with this.’

He makes sudden eye contact with you and freezes in his spot. You’ve got tears in your eyes and he wants to wipe them away. You watch him sadly and approach him with a gentle demeanour.

Jay closes his eyes, ‘Not now Y/N.’

You’re about to interject but he flicks his head over to the other boys.

‘You should probably fix that,’ Jay then makes a point before looking into your eyes with a soft yet sarcastic smile, ‘They’re fighting over you, you know.’

You watch as Jay strides away from you, not waiting for your reply. You look at the two in front of you, having a heated discussion. There’s a push or two and you can’t help but think of the past. It looks like a mirror image. Your head rotates and it makes you feel dizzy. Your throat feels tight as you look at the state of their friendship.

‘Are you okay?’ Yeji asks you when you only stare at the two. You look at Yeji with an expression that says ‘no’ before you rush for the exit. Yeji is alarmed and exclaims your name to which Jake looks over to you and Sunghoon pushes away from his friend and stalks off with Yuki and Jungwon in tow.

Yeji follows after you as you shut the door behind you, trying to go outside, in the rain. Your happy place, only for Yeji to catch up with you and pull you towards her, ‘Y/N.’

‘I can’t, Yeji,’ You shake your head wildly.

You start to push her away from you, but she pleads, ‘You never tell me things anymore. Tell me what’s going on, we can fix it together, Y/N. Please.’

But all you can do is shake your head, ‘We can never fix it.’

‘You never know if you don’t tell me.’

‘This? All three of them?’ You state, your hair is a downright mess and your head is spinning, ‘This just gets worse and worse.’

Yeji tries to stay calm, hoping it could influence you a little to relax, ‘What do you mean?’

‘Remember when you told me you thought I had feelings for Jake? I do. I always have. But from the moment I was born, I was never allowed to decide anything for myself. Jake didn’t feel like a choice and he never will. To my parents,’ You spit out the word so venomously Yeji is reminded of the way Jake always talks about his own parents, ‘Jake has been the only one for me and the worst part about it is that I’ve felt that too! He understands me, Yeji. He understands and touches a place in me where I am inspired and I am driven everyday. I’m motivated and completely in my zone. But I have never felt like Jake was my choice. I feel like they robbed me of him before I even got to know him and I’ll forever be insecure about whether Jake would be another anchor to my shitty ass parents that my brother and I would live through. I can’t do that again. I can’t do that to Riki. So do you understand now, Yeji? Because I still fucking don’t.’

With that long spiel of fire, you break free of her hold before rushing out the door. Jake walks to Yeji with concern, observing the defeated look on her face. He rushes to his friend worriedly, ‘You okay?’

Yeji brings a hand down her face, ‘I know you heard that.’

Jake bites his lip and nods, ‘Yeah.’

Yeji rolls his eyes before pointing towards the direction you had left, ‘Go.’

Jake brings Yeji in for a short hug of comfort before rushing to find you. He finds you outside, on the ground with your knees in your embrace.

‘It’s not fair to you, I know,’ He makes his entrance known. You look up at him with glittery eyes, full of overwhelmed emotion and exhaustion.

‘I’m sorry,’ You apologised, sitting up to comfort him or to explain further, ‘I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Or think that it’s your fault.’

Jake chuckled, ‘I know it’s not. It’s not yours either. I was going to tell you that I knew and I feel the same about you. You were never my own choice either and I thought I could hate you for it. But I never could and it never stopped me from developing love for you.’

You feel your heart beating out of your chest, ‘Me neither. I was really in love with you at one point, you know.’

Jake cocked his head, ‘Three years ago?’

You smiled with slight hesitation, vaguely answering Jake in a way he deserved back then, ‘Before then.’

Jake’s heart drops in confirmation.

Oh.

WE WERE FRIENDS ONCE

it was once a love triangle that you walked away from. you find you must make a choice once again. however, tensions will rise as a third guy is added to your already complicated predicament.

chapter sixty nine : epiphany

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author’s note : i didn’t plan it but happy birthday jin <3

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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years

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Okay Part 5

Fandom: One Chicago

Series: Okay

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 (Final)

Pairing: Casey x Halstead!Reader

Warning/s: mentions of kidnapping, fire, PTSD ish?

Word Count: 2,304

Summary: After narrowly escaping certain death you decided to turn your life around and become a firefighter, and although it wasn’t easy, you survived your first week at 51. Now, the strange circumstances of your very first fire lead you to a second, deadlier act. As you dig deeper, aided by your brothers and your new firehouse, you begin to realise just how in over your head you might be.

Tags: @alievans007 // @louiselikeswriting // @killjoys-make-some-noise-na-na

Working your way back from the second crime scene to the first had been the plan for the day, keeping your radios on in case you got a call. The rest of truck had no problem with it; although you and Casey were the most invested, you knew the others wanted the same thing as you. To catch whoever was responsible and protect Lily.

Jay was waiting when you arrived, Hailey too. Voight had thankfully spared them, Jay had told you over the phone that they may have to leave at a moments notice depending on how the case they were working with Intelligence went. They’d leave a few unis there though.

Pulling up in the truck you saw just how much damage the fire had done, whatever accelerant this guy was using spread quicker. Kerosene Kelly reckoned, more combustable than flammable, meaning more likely to explode rather than just ignite.

You and Casey took up the front, Jay smiling slightly despite the circumstances at the sight of you in uniform. “Hey, what is it they call you? Candidate?” Jay gave you a slight hug in greeting as you rolled your eyes at his teasing.

“Yeah, yeah, what we got?” You asked, following him inside with Casey to survey the damage. There was police tape everywhere, but it had been cleared by CSI already.

“This is where we found the mom and friend,” Jay told you both, the rest of truck waiting outside. He was pointing in the dining room, three places set up around the table where most of the damage had been done.

“Ignition point?” Casey asked, lingo you knew but would still have to get used to saying. Surveying the scene, all you saw was carnage, fire blasted walls and the charred remains of a nice home. But Casey was seeing something different, as was Jay.

“We had OFI here earlier, you just missed them attending that collision this morning, but they said it was somewhere... here,” Jay gestured near the patio doors, the wall nearest the entrance black, the carpet practically gone as it had spread and you could definitely see why they suspected a combustable accelerant. “Lock was broken on the door, but there are no prints besides those you’d expect.”

“Three places,” you noted, glancing to the table, “Lily was supposed to be in here, you said she was found upstairs?” You didn’t look at Jay as you asked, too busy inspecting the room. Both the men in there with you may have been seasoned at what they did, but you hoped that your fresh eyes and new perspective might spot something the others missed. ‘Hoped’ being the key word.

“Yeah, don’t know why, she’s barely spoken as you know,” Jay answered, “but there was food on the plates.”

“Timer?” You and Casey spoke up at the same time, glancing at each other as Casey grinned your way. Guess you were picking this up quicker than you thought.

Jay looked between you with an unreadable expression before nodding. “Destroyed in the blast, but it was near the patio doors, automatic.”

Casey nodded thoughtfully, looking to you even though you could see the ideas forming behind his eyes. He wanted to see what you thought.

“It was supposed to kill them all,” you said, “for some reason Lily wasn’t at the table, maybe she went to grab something, go to the toilet... maybe her mom saw that she hadn’t washed her hands yet and made her go back upstairs to clean them like our mom always did with you,” you told Jay, who glared at you slightly as Casey chuckled under his breath.

“She’s escaped death twice now,” Casey said, following your eyes to her place at the table, “but why? We already know she must be the target, but how many enemies does a 7 year old have?”

Jay clenched his jaw, clearly wishing he had some kind of answer for you. “We’ve tried every angle we can think of,” Jay said somewhat helplessly.

“What about the charger?” You asked, remembering the car Intelligence had been looking into when you’d arrived at the hospital last night.

“Got a BOLO out, but our best guess is that either the cars been ditched or the plates have been swapped,” he replied, tone laced with frustration.

Casey ran a hand through his hair as he looked around the room, but it was clear to everyone that there was nothing solid here, or even some smoke to follow. So with a sigh Jay signaled for you guys to leave, the next stop was the first fire, where you and Casey had found Lily.

You sat next to Casey on the drive, the rest of truck discussing the case. Even though you tried to listen, you kept zoning out, the dread in your stomach getting worse with every passing second. You had nothing to offer this girl, no idea what was going on, and you hated feeling this useless.

Casey noticed your quite and nudged you with his leg. “You good?” He checked, trying to meet your eyes.

You shrugged and put on your best fake smile, “sure,” you said unconvincingly. But there was no time to challenge you, the truck was pulling up behind Jay’s car at the scene of the first fire.

The door was still taped up, Lily’s mom hadn’t had a chance to properly come back to the house to salvage much before she died. It felt strange being back here, seeing the remains in daylight when last time you’d seen it it had been burning in the night. With a breath you climbed out the truck, Jay saying something to an officer in a squad car on the otherside of the road, positioned there in case anyone tried to enter the house.

“Does Lily have any family?” Casey asked Jay as he joined you both on the front lawn. You were listening, but you found yourself unable to look away from the building, the peeling paint, the burn marks, the destruction...

“Grandparents in New York,” Jay replied, “and an estranged dad in Colorado, they split up a few years back but he’s on his way now, should be here soon.”

You realised that the other two had made it to the front door and strambled to catch up, carefully stepping over the threshold and into the house with them. Memories of smoke and fire came flooding back as you walked, the smell of the ashes making you feel nauseous. You couldn’t explain, you’d been fire at the other fires since this one... mostly. There was something about this one that sent you back to that basement, maybe it was because you’d had a panic attack here, or maybe it was Lily and how you related to her.

Whatever it was, you tried to push it down as Jay walked you around the house. There had been no broken locks in this house, compared to the broken patio lock in the friend’s, and the fire had started up stairs. Sort of.

“It looks like it was poured down,” you realised, staring at the wall below the banister. The others agreed with you, eyes following the burn pattern as it then spread across the floor once it reached the bottom. “So someone came in while the mom was next door, some how managed to get Lily behind the desk, and then poured the kerosene down the wall?”

“Leaving enough time for them to head down the stairs after they lit the match,” Casey added, but you shook your head a little.

“If they’d lit the match from the top, they would have had enough time, but they would have had to leave through the front door then, and most of the fire damage was down stairs,” you said half distantly as you followed the trail.

Casey looked proud, “you’re right, looks like this goes to the back door,” he pointed. This was all well and good, but it wasn’t helpful. Jay suggested you try upstairs next, leading the way.

You got half way up before feeling a little faint, images of your panic attack flashing through your mind as you forced yourself to continue on upstairs. Casey was a head of you too, so he didn’t notice at first, but as soon as you both reached the top he looked back, pausing as he saw the way you gripped the banister at the top.

Thankfully, he didn’t say anything when Jay was there, but you could see the concern on his face, and the seriousness. It hadn’t exactly been at the top of your to do list recently, but you’d known it was coming. He was still your Captain.

“So this was where you found her, behind the desk?” Jay asked, gesturing towards the open office, where you could clearly see the moved desk inside, the little room behind it visible.

You nodded, still taking a minute to breath and steady yourself while trying to act normal. Jay didn’t notice, but you didn’t blame him, he didn’t know what Casey did.

“Was there anything else in there, anything you might have not thought relevant at the time but might mean something now?” He asked.

“We’ve already been over this,” you said a little too harshly, giving Jay pause, “sorry, just, a little stressed, haven’t been sleeping much recently,” you tried to shrug it off. Jay was about to reply when he phone went off, excusing himself as he headed outside. He’d think you meant because of this case, and while that was true, you didn’t tell him exactly what ‘recently’ meant.

“We haven’t talked about it,” Casey pointed out after Jay was out of earshot, knowing that you knew what he meant. What was there to say? You trusted Casey, and you’d been getting closer since you’d started at the firehouse, you’d probably spent more time with him in the last week than anyone else, but he was still your Captain, and you didn’t want him to think you were unfit for duty.

“Been a little busy,” you shrugged, eyes flicking from his face to the office behind him.

“Y/N...” he struggled to find what to say, “has this happened before? Or, since even?”

You nodded a little, “before yeah, a few times after the fire, but I was fine in the academy I swear, I haven’t been hiding something that would endanger the rest of the house, if it had happened since I promise you I would have told you Matt,” you poured out. It was the truth, and thankfully he believed.

He relaxed a little, clearly afraid of something worse. “Okay, but you need to talk to me Y/N, or... someone, I don’t want you to go through this alone, I’ve been worried about you,” he admitted, the way he said it causing your breath to hitch a little bit.

“Don’t worry, it’s not going to get in the way of the job,” you assured him but he shook his head at that.

“That’s not the way I meant it Y/N-” he began, an expression on his face you didn’t have time to figure out before you were interrupted by your phone.

It was Will. “Hey what’s up?” You answered as Casey cleared his throat, backing up and getting professional again. What had he wanted to say? You’d think about that later, you told yourself, putting the phone on speaker so Casey could hear. It was a fair assumption that it was about Lily.

“Hey Y/N, just thought I should let you know that Lily’s dad has just checked her out the hospital, it was against Nat’s medical advice but she’s technically fit to leave and he said something about her recovering better with family,” he informed you both, you and Casey casting each other confused and slightly concerned looks.

If it seemed off to you both, that’s because it was. Jay came running up the stairs as if on queue. “What’s going on?” Casey asked, taking in the alarm on Jay’s face.

“Lily’s dad Paul arrived on a flight from Colorado about half an hour ago,” Jay said.

“Yeah we know Will has just been telling us-” you started, holding your phone up with Will still on the line to show Jay.

“No, you don’t understand, we didn’t pick it up until he came through, but Adam found a passport under a different name that came from Colorado to Chicago last week and left back last night,” Jay tried to explain, “the ID photo matches Paul’s, and a credit card under the same name bought over half a dozen products containing kerosene from a handful of different stores near both fires.”

Your jaw went slack, shocked as you tried to process the information. “So he went back to Colorado under his fake ID last night, and got a flight out with his real one this morning, so it’d look like he’d been there the entire time?” Casey read your mind, fists tight at his sides.

“An iron clad alibi...” you muttered, “Will, stop them from leaving!” You called over the phone, knowing he’d heard everything Jay had just said. You heard Will run, breathing heavier as he tried to catch up with Paul and Lily, none of the three of you breathing at all as you waited.

He seemed to reach an exit, having a conversation with someone you couldn’t quite make out before running again. The atmosphere changed, it sounded like he was outside. Then he stopped.

“They’ve gone,” he said angrily and Jay swore, “only just though, I ran out to see if I could stop them but they were already driving away, and Jay - I just saw their car, it was a black dodge charger.”

You paled, what were you going to do now?

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