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Feyd Fantasy 4

Madness & Mayhem

Label Mature 18+

Summary

The Baron has fallen severely ill. Feyds older brother Rabban is flown in for a reunion of the Harkonnen men. With the role of leadership looking like it will transition to Feyd Rautha if the Baron dies the entire galaxy awaits in suspense.

Feyds main obsession is for you and your well being. Though he never outwardly shows it Feyd has a deep attachment to his unborn and goes out of his way to ensure you are both healthy and safe. Even if that means sacrificing his uncle the Baron to do so.

Starts Harkonnen brothers reunite Ends Deep rooted sexual depravity

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨

coercion•manipulation •rough sex•Feyd in heat•passionate sex•forced lactation• multiple orgasms •simultaneous orgasms •cream pies•aftercare

🫦Smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia

⚔️ Feyd Fantasy Series ⚔️

Part 1•Part2•Part 3•Part 4•Part 5• Part 6•Part 7

⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️

💝Softie approved (non-violent) there’s one swift kick

Part 5 Will be Series Finale 🙏🏻

⚔️ Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️

-Feyd obsessed with the pregnancy -Feyd protective/aggressive over pregnancy -Manipulating the Baroness into a sexual kink -Rough semi public sex -Love making passionate sex -Feyd is madly in love with the Baroness -Feyd Going insane over the Baroness’s milk. -Feyd Breastfeeding from the Baroness -Feyd calling the Baroness his bovine

*Feyd really needs milk ?? thank you for the requests ☺️🙏🏻

Madness & Mayhem

Feyd waits with twenty armed guards at the front of the fortress. An ornithopter swoops in and lands on the arrival pad creating strong gusts of wind.

Out of the craft steps Feyds towering older barbaric brother Rabban. A pale bald gargantuan figure of a man, he has deep set hunter eyes his face rests in a permanent scowl.

He is the tasked enforcer to secure the Barons empire. So animalistic and savage his given name is “the beast” due to his outbursts of uncontrollable rage.

He sees his stoic younger brother at the entrance of the fortress with his guards. Still the most handsome Harkonnen now dressed with a more regal flair than the plain black uniform he is accustomed to. Feyds confidence has increased tenfold Rabban can see the newfound look of determination blazing in his eyes.

They have been raised in competition from child hood. Feyd out performing Rabban at every single opportunity. It hurt him terribly when they were younger to always be cast aside for the more calculated and handsome Feyd Rautha. That was until he came to the realization it was Feyds destiny, it was his right. How else could someone be so perfect.

Feyd watches his older brother bounding down the gangway to greet him. Feyd feels a nagging of annoyance as he clasps his hands behind his back. He stands taller as his brother grows near.

Rabban has failed to secure the spice fields on Arrakis his entire campaign. The spice supply and profits have been decreasing at an alarming rate. The Baron was already preparing to have Feyd arrive on Arrakis and be the savior of the people after Rabbans tyrannical rule.

“ BROTHER!” Rabban yells excitedly. “My eyes are so pleased to see you even under these circumstances. Look how well you are dressed how was your birthday celebration!” Rabban asks gleefully.

Feyd begins to walk with his hands clasped behind his back. Rabban matches his pace “All went well brother, uncle allowed me a real warrior for my 100th kill unsheilded ,and I received the ancient stones of ascension” Feyd revels in sharing his achievements over his brother.

“Our uncle?“ Rabban laughs out loud “let his precious Feyd Rautha engage in unsheilded combat!” Rabbans laughter continues even louder and more tormenting. Until it ends swiftly with a kick to his ribs from Feyd. The hit causes a direct injury Rabban falls to the ground in pain.

Feyd stands over his older brother enjoying watching him gasp and struggle to breathe from the harsh blow. “For the embarrassment you have caused the Harkonnen name on Arrakis you should be kissing my feet not insulting me brother.” Feyd hisses. ”Now that I am set to be Baron” Feyd pauses and steps his foot next to his brothers head. “Kiss or Die” Feyd commands as he kneels over him.

Rabban hesitates to kiss Feyds boot. He is overcome with humiliation that his younger brother is superior to him in every way possible. Rabban does however feel the shame weighing on him of weakening yet another family legacy.

He reluctantly turns his head and kisses Feyds boot in reverence. “We are even now brother ” Feyd asserts standing tall. “Come let’s go see uncle” Feyd leads the way back into the fortress as Rabban follows clutching his ribs

Clever Boy

Feyd and Rabban stand on either side of the Barons bed in the medical wing. The healers have determined he does not have a contagious disease, but his body is heavily contaminated with toxins. They do a skin test but find no reaction from contact. The poison they fail to find has already metabolized in his system.

The Baron is attached to a breathing apparatus. An intravenous mechanism pumps opium to control the pain. His fat body looks even weightier on the normal size medical bed hovering in place. His fingers are decorated with opulent silver rings, the remnants of Feyds birthday celebration. His hands rest across his chest.

“What happened to him why does he look so …purple?” Rabban asks out of curiosity. “Strange disease perhaps” Feyd says casually.

“What if he was POISONED?!!” Rabban yells as he continues to unravel the mystery “It looks like the effects of the dried root plant from Arrakis, there is no mistaking that purple color!” His eyes widen in fear as he clutches his chest.

Feyds impressed his thick brother even narrowed it down to the right plant. “Who would poison our dear sweet beloved uncle? Feyd asks with a mocked concern. “Whoever it is I WILL KILL THEM!” Rabban yells and lifts a medical table tossing it across the room. It crashes into a wall contents scattering across the floor.

The guards rush in and check for the immediate danger only to see Rabban falling to his knees wailing as he clutches his head. Feyd signals them to leave.

Rabban drags on his knees to the bedside of his uncle and grabs his purple hued hand “UNCLE OH WHY !YOU ARE OUR ONLY FATHER YOU HAVE RAISED US TO—” his wailing is cut short by Feyd pulling him up gently by his shoulders “You mustn't touch him too long remember? Diseases?” Feyd says hastily.

Rabban snarls in disgust looking at his hands and runs to the room basin scrubbing them furiously. “Good boy” Feyd says with a grin as he approaches him. His brother may be a raging maniac but he doesn’t want to risk him dead.

Feyd checks the vials of decontaminants. “This one should work much better” Feyd says handing Rabban a solvent that neutralizes toxins. “Thank you brother” Rabban says looking to him graciously.

Rabban was Feyds only childhood companion. Feyd out smarted him ruthlessly at every turn to gain favor from his uncle. Whatever bond they had was broken once the Baron pitted them against each other for his favor.

Feyd noticed how his uncle always underestimated Rabban. Without the pressure of failure Rabban’s nerves would decrease and his rage would cool. He could work effectively, but under pressure Rabban would crack every time. If he could keep Rabban calm during stressful events he would be an unstoppable force.

After Rabban scrubs his hands. He suddenly drops to his knees in front of Feyd. “Feyd I pledge my life to your service you are the future Baron of Giedi prime. I will do everything in my power to serve your reign, I will die for you brother” he says almost in tears.

Feyd slaps the back of his bald brothers head “Get up I know, come meet my Baroness pregnant with my heir” he says hiding away his contentment.

As Feyd and Rabban leave the Baron stirs with a wheeze he was only pretending to sleep. The opium dulls his pain but not enough. He listens intently whenever he hears an important visitor will be arriving . He knows his death is imminent and he spies to confirm his suspicions and loyalties.

‘The cold calculated Feyd Rautha will inherit the throne after all just as I foretold’ the Baron thinks to himself pleased. He lets out a weak startled cough coming to a realization. ‘Ah the cleverness of the boy.’ He sighs. The Baron realizes exactly who poisoned him and why. He presses a button to alert his mentant .

Tumultuous Family

You are sitting in a spacious open viewing room overlooking the large center fortress courtyard. Resting in a chair you enjoy a new book from Feyd ‘The Barons of Giedi Prime.’

Feyd wraps his knuckle at the large open door and you look up from your book and smile. Feyd is standing with a much larger imposing man dressed in Harkonnen military armor. You recognize him from the meeting hall portrait.

As they approach you put your book down and stand to greet them “My brother Rabban this is my wife and Baroness” Feyd says eyeing you with pride. Rabban looks slack jawed.

You are a healthy beautifully shaped woman with radiant skin and full head of hair. Your eyes and confidence immediately intimidate him. He was expecting a pale bald tamed Giedi Prime woman he can not contain his shock.

“Baroness you are stunning. I had no idea my brother could have a wife as beautiful as you are. I pray to the ancient ways the future heir will inherit your striking resemblance. You are like sunshine brightening a gray sky, your beautiful body will grow a healthy child. I am honored you will bear a Harkonnen, you… “ Feyd firmly grabs Rabbans shoulder to stop his unfiltered ramblings about your looks.

“What he is trying to say is congratulations” Feyd interjects. Rabban is already lost in thought transfixed by the thought that you are pregnant with an unborn.

He stares at your abdomen then back to your eyes “May I touch?” he asks reaching to your womb in fascination. Before you can even utter a word Feyd yanks him back full force “You do not touch what is mine brother” he snaps angrily.

Rabban bows his head respectfully and Feyd coldly gestures him to leave. Rabban exits the room quietly and shuts the door behind him. The silence is deafening after the interaction.

Feyd goes to your reading table and pours himself a water to drink. He sits and you join him. After a few moments of silence he formulates a way of giving you a piece of what you’ve been yearning for. His tumultuous family history.

“My older brother Rabban though vastly different from me is in fact related to me by blood.” He says with a contemplative smirk. “He was so unfit as a son my parents hastily sought to have another” you almost question his statement as vanity until you see he’s serious.

You decide to pry now that he has opened the conversation to his parents. Especially being tormented about his mothers death being matricide. “So you were your mother’s favorite?” you ask gently.

“My mother didn’t have a favorite, she didnt love any of us. She did as she was told. She was a Bene Gesserit” your stomach pulls in apprehension at his cruel inflection of the word.

“Rabban came out ….differently , obviously not the superior son they were expecting. After him there were several failed pregnancies. My father began having my mother pumped full of hormonal drugs. One cluster of drugged cells finally developed into a fertile embryo… and here I am” he sets his empty cup down tracing his finger around the rim to distract himself from his own painful admission.

Realizing his mother was a Bene Gesserit entails Feyd was rarely nurtured or loved. As a Bene Gesserit you do not attach to your child in love because it is considered to detract from the order. You are a vessel that serves a greater purpose and may need to lie or even harm your child to lead it to the path that aligns with the order.

Feyd slumps down in his chair and folds his hands. You see his deadened eyes lost in the complexities of a traumatic memory. You come and sit on his lap. He allows you space and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his head. He reaches around your waist clinging to you as he still stares off into the space of the courtyard.

You press a kiss onto his forehead transferring feelings of love into his mind as you caress your fingers at his temple. He relaxes instantly closing his eyes and resting against your bosom. He feels safe as he presses his cheek along your breasts loving the comfort and warmth.

The way you nurture him so lovingly always causes maddening thoughts to form in his mind. He doesn’t understand why he must corrupt something so good but he has already set in motion a way to satisfy his newfound dark desire. “Come let’s prepare for dinner with my brother. I will need him as an ally in the coming days” he says trying to shift his mind back to rational thought. He helps you to stand from his lap and you both leave to his chamber.

Liquid Lactation

Unbeknownst to you Feyd has been invested in the health of you and his unborn to an obsessive degree from the start. He assigned a Doulah who confirmed you were implanted with his unborn.

At the verification he immediately coerced her to be a spy for him without any limit to your privacy. She is loyal to her leader and reports all details to him without reservation. He was informed the unborn is smaller than expected but healthy. However the pregnancy was draining vast amounts of iron and minerals from your blood.

He immediately had the meal consultant switch your sustenance to iron rich and enhanced with trace minerals for your consumption. You are completely unaware but he notices you are not tired as often and your energy has returned.

Feyds newest dark desire is at the forefront of his mind each time you hug him or press your warm breasts against his face. He wants to drink milk from you. He withholds his small sounds of pleasure when he clings to you and your breasts press against his face. He wants nothing more than to escape into ecstasy with your warm milk spilling down his throat.

When he divulges his sick obsession to the doulah she only wants to accommodate him. She believes the underlying cause is severe maternal neglect. Maybe the maternal affection will heal him in some way.

When she informs him your milk will not be ready until the final month Feyd conveys he does not want to interfere with his unborns supply he wants to create his own for a short time.

She readily comes up with a solution to appease her Na Baron. She is able to track down a water soluable substance that will force your lactation for up to six hours.

It is used for bovines when the milk harvest decreases on Giedi Prime due to toxic conditions.

It will be completely safe for a pregnant human female at the correct dosage. He readily accepts the translucent liquid studying its contents in the vial with a grin of satisfaction on his face. A new emotions over takes his body that he can’t describe. He thinks it is joy.

Just The One

As you get dressed for dinner in the basin room he unclocks a secret compartment in his kink cabinet. He retrieves the hidden vial and slips it into his pocket. He plans to secretly drug you into lactation tonight and have his fill of milk.

Once you emerge fully dressed his eyes fall to seduction. You’ve worn your hair up and have on a dark crimson red gown with sleeves that rest at your shoulders. The gown is low cut and snatched to your curves. “My Baroness” he says alluringly caressing you all over the shimmering fabric.

He trails his fingers along your covered breasts leaning in and placing a heated kiss on your collar bone. The ornate necklace you wore to cover your love marks is quickly snatched from your neck by Feyd.

He sucks onto your skin forming even more bruises where he finds space. He steps back to admire you trailing his thumb along the marks that make a collar. He smiles in satisfaction taking your hand and leading you to dinner.

As you enter the dining hall it is a quiet affair just you Feyd and Rabban at the expansive dining table. The Lord in waiting and advisors are in a frenzy completing the decrees and changes necessary to instate Feyd as the new Baron while his uncle lays dying.

Feyd sits at the head with you to his left and his brother to his right. The food arrives and is placed in front of each of you. You look at down at your plate to see your third serving of seared bovine meat with root vegetables of the day. You begin eating the vegetables first.

Feyd slips the lactation liquid into your drink with inherent skill. It goes unnoticed by all. He slides the vial in his sleeve and continues reaching for your knife cutting up your meat for you.

As you innocently take a sip from your glass Feyd wickedly smirks, his eyes glinting with delight. Realizing his ‘bovine Baroness‘ will be producing milk for him tonight hardens his cock. He palms himself under the table at the mere thought.

During the dinner Feyds attentions are focused entirely on you. His brother Rabban eats and rambles about the subservient ‘rats’ on Arrakis that he hunts and kills daily to protect the spice harvesters and the ever elusive rat leader Muad'Dib.

Feyd watches you finally empty your glass and hums to himself with a naughty smirk. He slips the empty vial from his sleeve placing it hidden under the ledge of his plate. You look over at him and smile your brows raise in curiosity due to his mischievous mood for the evening.

Rabban continues rambling and changes the topic one more time to himself before finally asking:

“How many children do you plan to have with my brother Baroness? How many nieces and nephews will I see running through the Harkonnen halls “ he smiles to you as he takes a bite and chews his dinner awaiting your numbered response.

Feyd finally pays attention.

You look up surprised and completely caught off guard by the question. You have not been initiated by the Bene Gesserit to have more than one. With the specialty of this child you realize all of your focus and energy will go into instructing the child in the ways on your own.

Once an adolescent the child will be warded by the Reverend Mother who will advance the inherited skills of the genetically supreme child to surpass all of the Bene Gesserits.

Feyd knows none of these limitations.

“I would like to focus all of my attention and energy on just the one” you answer honestly.

You glance over to confirm with Feyd and instead see defeat in his eyes.

It would give him no greater joy than to have several children with you. Growing up with only one tyrannical brother he wished he had other siblings.

Finding out you only want one is even more difficult for him to accept. It awakens the barbarian in his blood. He will get you pregnant as many times as possible. He smirks to himself how could you even deny him when he’s pinning you down thrusting you full of his seed.

Once the meal is completed and the table is cleared you bid farewell to Rabban. After walking only a few paces from the dining hall Feyds desires overtake him and he can not contain his sexual urges on the long walk to his chamber.

He pulls you into an empty darkened state room. It is reserved for hosting large banquets. Six stone pillars support the large atrium in the enormous space He pushes you against the nearest pillar kissing you hard as he unbuckles his pants and steps out of them.

He bunches your dress up to your hips as his fingers reach between your legs finding your panties and pulling them to the side. He presses his chest against you and pushes his fingers into your mouth. His panting grows heavier as he collects your saliva and pushes it into you folds.

Before you can even think he thrusts himself inside of you . He sheaths himself all the way to the hilt. You cling to him and moan into his ear as he lifts your legs around him and presses his hips between yours.

He holds your body up with his and begins fucking you against the pillar. You are moaning as he continues to rail you against the beam. He stares at your neck and sucks more bruises, the pain almost unbearable from his double markings on your tender neck.

You are overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts wracking through your body. You almost beg for mercy until your clit begins to throb as your nipples harden against your gown. You become so wet as he continues passionately thrusting it begins to feel pleasurable. He stares into your eyes conveying his wild unyielding love for you.

You love him too. You panic at the overwhelming intrusion of the thought and try to change your mind. You close your eyes to enjoy the carnal pleasure instead. His voice regains your attention “ look at me”’ he commands.

You open your eyes, as you do he presses his chest to yours and thrusts his cock its deepest inside of you throbbing your core. You cry out from the sensation of him fully sheathed inside of you. His eyes gaze unto yours full of his undying love for you.

It sends a chill all over your body. You become so aroused you wrap your arms around his neck and cling onto him, your face is pressed to his shoulder. He re-grips higher under your thighs and plows his cock into you against the pillar. Your moans in unison fill and echo throughout the giant space.

As you orgasm he cums with you. Your walls milk his cock as he spills his seed. His grunts against your neck soften as his thrusts grow weaker. He stays stilled inside of you panting and looking back into your eyes uncertain if he should describe to you what he’s feeling.

He removes his cock as he settle you to the ground. As you both redress he speaks up “I will want more than one child with you.” He asserts.

It makes you go mute you know the order may never approve of this and you turn away from him not knowing what to say.

“Why do you mock me with your silence woman?“ he says with concern. “Because we have not even had the first” you admit “Then I want seven” he says pulling you closer, holding the back of your neck.

He places his hand over your heart “You will be a good mother” he says tenderly looking into your eyes “How do you know if someone will be a good mother” you ask naively.

You look and see the anguish you’ve caused to form on his face remembering his childhood. You quickly shush him pulling him closer wrapping your arms around him. You caress his back as he works through his pain.

After a moment of silence you try and cheer him up “Maybe you can tell I will be a good mother because of the way your uncle hates me so” you say sweetly. Feyd grins menacingly “he will will learn to accept you …or he will die.”

Bovine Baroness

As you study your body in the mirror, you notice your breasts have doubled in size. You turn to the side cupping them to be sure. Your pregnancy hasn’t even begun to show.

With confusion on your face you cover in Feyds black robe tying the waist as you return to him in his chamber. He is sitting up in bed waiting for you. As you settle next to him he peeks over at your enlarged breasts and maddeningly craves for them.

He pats his lap and you come to him. He easily pulls you to straddle him. He sees the concerned look on your face “What worries you?” he asks. He can already guess as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

You just bring his hands to cup your prominent chest. His entire body caves in as he smiles lustfully without giving away his intentions. The pill is taking effect and he’s going to milk you dry.

He slowly parts open your robe exposing your full breasts. His cock hardens beneath you from the sight. He tries to contain his heavy breathing.

He slowly cups your swollen breasts in his hands “There is milk inside” He says breathlessly feeling how they’ve grown heavier. “But it’s too soon“ you confess. “Well go see your Doulah in the morning” he says absentmindedly.

You see his breathing increasing even more, his eyes transfixed on your chest. He purposely kneads your soft full breasts in his hands. He pulls you closer and presses his face into each one softly caressing his cheek against them. The scorching heat of your skin warms his face. His length hardens solid

“Disrobe for me” he commands. He is near salivating wanting to drink from you.

You rise into a kneel and pull your robe from your shoulders. He grips the sheet on his lap bringing it down and releasing his firm standing cock. It slaps against his abs before settling straight.

He grabs your waist and pulls you close until your entrance is hovering directly above his cock. With your breasts in his face he squeezes them together in his hands “such a good mommy look at all this milk” he says softly peering up at you.

You feel so aroused by him and yet confused why your body is creating milk at this time. Your core aches for him. You watch as he opens his wanting mouth and sucks your nipple inside.

Your walls clench involuntarily as shocks of pleasure run down your spine. Your breasts are so full they tingle as your nipple hardens in his mouth. It sends chills all over your body as his warm mouth sucks you so gently. You feel his teeth graze onto the tender flesh making you softly moan.

He releases one and goes to the other sucking it in his mouth and tenderly biting down on the bud. “Feyd it feels so good“ is all you can say. “I haven’t even started yet” he says peeking up at you through his lashes with a smirk played on his lips.

He places your hands where his neck meets his broad shoulders. He begins squeezing and kneading your breasts a second time. He sucks them hard until your nipples are so taught they feel like they will burst.

All of his sucks and licks send shocks directly to your core. Your folds are soaked for him. He places his hands on your hips and pulls you down slowly penetrating you onto his large cock. He’s harder than ever as he pierces through your walls. Once you settle on the base you gasp and hold tighter to the back of his neck.

He leans in and presses his lips to your throat placing small kisses across the front. He grips your thighs and guides you with his hands making you move filled with his cock. He stretches you open rocking you back and forth on his lap as you sweetly moan.

He places his hands under your thighs lifting you slightly before settling you back down on his length in a rhythm. Your walls throb each time you settle on the base of his cock. Your core pulls tighter as you give into him lost in pleasure.

He parts his legs wider and slowly pushes his cock up inside of you as you settle down on him. You moan out his name as your mind goes fuzzy. You tilt your head back in satisfaction as you form a new rhythm working into each other until you both start panting.

As you grind slowly onto each other you let out sounds of pleasure in tandem. He watches your face in ecstasy as you make love to him. You moan in the air louder when he thrusts into you slightly harder. The smacks of his skin to yours growing louder with his increased stamina.

Your tits begin to leak due to your arousal and you look down stunned. He stops his thrusts as warm droplets pitter off your nipples onto his abs and into his lap. You are making a mess all over him you try to get up but Feyd holds your hips down firmly.

A shiver runs down your spine seeing the psychotic look in his eyes. This is what his depraved mind has been waiting for, his pupils slowly expand to black.

He goes insane and lunges his mouth onto your breast latching to your nipple. He cups your breast and whimpers as he sucks and his mouth begins filling with your warm milk.

He think he is dreaming as soft whines emit from his throat. He takes swallow after swallow wetly sucking milk out of you. Feyd releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and tilts his head back gasping.

A deep guttural moan emits from his throat as his cock twitches inside of you. He tilts his head up hungry for more and grabs your other nipple pulling it into his mouth. He makes pathetic whimpering moans as he suckles from you. He begins to powerfully fuck you thrusting his cock up inside if you as he nurses. He wants to suck you dry as he refills you with his cum.

His sucking becomes sloppier as he thrusts into you with wild abandon. He isn’t focused on anything his cock and mouth are being too satisfied at the same time.

Your clit swells and throbs as you become so wet you are soaking his lap. You let out moans he sucks and fucks into you. He switches and latches on your other nipple again.

His teeth are tugging on you as he nurses. He’s becoming violent sucking your nipple harder and wanting more. You cradle the back of his head to calm him and he lets out a sickly little moan. You slowly rock back and forth on his cock with his thrusts “Feyd I’m going to cum” you cry out.

He swallows his last mouthful completely draining your breasts of milk. His body trembles and tenses as he lets out a range of deep moans. You cradle his head to your chest as his cock ejaculates inside of you. You orgasm sliding up and down on him milking his cock hard. He clings to you with his eyes shut tight as you ride through your orgasms together.

You slow to a still in his lap both of you panting heavily. His body twitch’s and you caress your hand on the parts of him that spasm involuntarily. He had a mental overload of emotions. You look into his dazed out eyes down to the milk that still covers his chin and his chest. You want to clean him.

You carefully slide him out of you and climb off of his lap. He lays down wearily he can hardly keep his eyes open he reaches his hand for you and trails his thumb down your jaw “my bovine baroness” he says with a milk drunk smile. You smile back at him and stroke his temple.

You leave his side to collect a cloth. When you return he is laying peacefully asleep. You clean him of all or your milk dabbing his mouth and his chin softly. His face is so soft and angelic lips curved in a smile eyes shifting in a dream.

You pat the cloth down his abs and cock. Once he is clean you climb into bed behind him and place your arm over his ribs pulling him against you cuddling your face to his back. You quickly fall into a deep sleep.

Long Live the Baron

Feyd awakens from a nightmare he sits up in bed in the dark breathing heavily in a light sheen of sweat. It wasn’t the usual sex dream of you. In this nightmare you were screaming being taken away from him by force.

He quickly reaches and checks you are by his side. Feeling your soft warm skin under his hand he lays and presses a kiss to your neck. He loves you with a newfound ferocity after drinking from you. He pulls you closer to him and rests with his head at the back of yours inhaling your scent trailing his fingers through your hair. His heart rate returns to normal with you in his arms and he rests his eyes.

There is a sudden sharp knock at the door making Feyd sit up. He doesn’t answer he waits for his Page to intercept. Once his Page collects the message he speaks through the door knowing Feyd is a light sleeper and will already be awake. “m’Lord It is your uncle you must come to his chamber at once” his page relays.

Feyd gets dressed in his traditional Harkonnen attire. A plain black uniform with chest pockets and a high collar. He knows the outcome of this urgent request. He kneels next to you sleeping, and plants a kiss on your temple. He places his hand on your womb to his unborn. This is the moment he has waited his entire life for he leaves his chambers heart racing with adrenaline.

He is brought to the Barons main chamber and enters a somber scene. All twelve of the Barons advisors and his Mentat with their heads low surrounding the bed of the clearly deceased Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. He is dressed in traditional black attire clutching the Harkonnen crest at his chest. Feyds brother Rabban is trying to remain stoic but every so often his sniffling can be heard.

Feyds newly appointed Lord in waiting makes the announcement “Siridar Vladimir Harkonnen is dead, long live the Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen“

“LONG LIVE BARON FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN!” They all chant bowing in reverence to Feyd.

His breathing increases as his eyes dance wildly. He glances around the room at all the advisors and his brother bowing to him. Seeing his uncles dead lifeless corpse in the back ground he feels the elation rising in his chest. This is real, his honor fulfilled he is now the reigning Baron of Geidi Prime. He has a maniacal look in his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile.

Next Chapter->

Feyd Fantasy Part 5 Endless Empire (Series Finale💜) Plot =Baron Feyd | Feyd Supremacy | Harkonnen Heir

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drunkenlionwrites · 9 months

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Bodyguard!Toji x rich girl!reader

This guy does something to me 🥵 I'll be the sugar mama for this freeloader any time no questions asked. Based on the ask: 'bodyguard toji makes me so feral!!' Warnings: afab! reader, mentions of ptsd, depression, panic attacks, reader's unhealthy attachment, mentions of smut, toji is his own warning

You’ve hired a stay-in bodyguard Toji among few other men after the kidnapping attempt of you, minister’s daughter was successful and you’ve felt restless and plagued with ptsd, cooped in your apartment constantly watching over security cameras footage.

Bodyguard Toji that had a reputation of notoriously callous man, often behaving rudely and having violent outburst which affected the image of rich/famous people who have hired him previously.

Bodyguard Toji, who despite that was a professional, expert marksman and specialist in close combat. A walking intimidating mountain of muscle.

Bodyguard Toji, who threw off his suit vest, tie, and cufflinks once he received the uniform and never wore anything like that, sticking out like a sore thumb among other bodyguards of yours. His most formal look being a sweatshirt and dress pants.

Bodyguard Toji, who never hesitated to call his job “babysitting” in front of you. Nevertheless, always being on guard and diligently doing what he was paid to do.

Bodyguard Toji, who remained your sole bodyguard, who proved in time that he was enough. He was too much sometimes.

Bodyguard Toji, whose phone number you refused to give to all your acquaintances who’ve been inquiring about him.

Bodyguard Toji, who surprisingly turned out to be pretty intelligent and smart man and a great conversationalist, despite his attitude and crude language.

Bodyguard Toji, who intimidated/beat up people who’ve been to handsy with you in bathroom stalls when you went out clubbing.

Bodyguard Toji, who took you out for late night drives, brought you to shady pachinko parlors, underground clubs, cheap fast-food places to “show the spoiled brat the real world”.

Bodyguard Toji, who found the paparazzi who took a photo of your coochie when you’ve been getting out the car and broke his camera and both legs.

Bodyguard Toji, who loved to fuck you against a huge window of your penthouse apartment, looking down the city view and mocking you for spreading your legs for your good-for-nothing bodyguard instead of some rich Ivy league boy or businessman.

Bodyguard Toji, who knew your mind and body like no one else. Making you come with only a few precise thrusts of his cock paired with few praises and slurs.

Bodyguard Toji, without whom you cannot picture living your life anymore, your anchor, your protector and companion.

Bodyguard Toji, who’s helping you cope with panic attacks and anxiety better than any psychiatrist, therapist, or pills.

Bodyguard Toji, who notices your unhealthy attachment to him, but does nothing about it, relishing the feeling of power he has over you + all the benefits he has of working for you.

Bodyguard Toji, who smugly smirks at your father whenever he frustratingly remarks that “the savage brute” is still working for you.

Bodyguard Toji, who fucks you silly, tucks you in bed but never stays to sleep with you, despite your desperate pleads. “It’s not a part of his contract” he says and leaves to his part of your apartment after wishing you goodnight.

#toji x you #toji x reader #toji smut #toji headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #toji fushiguro #lion writes #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #dilf toji

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bones4thecats · 4 months

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Hii

Can i request a Sayaka Miki (from Madoka Magica) reader w anubis , nostradamus , and Buddha

Where the reader Goes insane (like Sayaka when she was fighting the witch) because she cant feel pain anymore (btw she was fighting in a round of ragnarok) and brutally kills her opponent

And how would the charas reach to their lover doing that and maybe the aftermath where the reader win and maybe how they would confront her

Tyyy

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Anubis, Michel Nostradamus, and Buddha Name: Reader Goes Insane During Their Round and {Character} Comforts Them Requester: Anonymous

A/N: I have decided to make the Reader a God here, just because it made a bunch more sense for some reason. Anyways, Happy New Year everyone! Have a happy 2024, lil bubbles🫧!

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🐶 Anubis knew you weren't the most sane when it came to battles, since he had seen you go against multiple members of the Egyptian Pantheon before this

🐶 But, at those times, you had far more self-control then this, but, he couldn't seem to blame you for it, the human you were fighting, Caligula, was known for his violent outbursts to his people, and you did not like him at all

🐶 Your husband watched as Caligula threw a large spear at you and charged with his Valkyrie in tow, Brunhilde must have hated allowing her sister to bond with that monster

🐶 He observed you throwing yourself onto the side, grabbing the blade and grabbing the male from behind, throwing him onto the ground and stabbing his heart, a sadistic look in your eyes

🐶 You then smirked and whispered something to the human as he faded away and the Gods cheered for your win as Humanity shrugged, they knew what kind of man he was, and they had no shame in his demise

🐶 You were obviously upset with how insane you had gone on the battlefield, and Anubis ran to your side, hugging you as your began to cry into his shoulder, repeating how it was all your fault and Humanity was destined to die

🐶 Anubis sighed and rubbed your back as he carried you to the medical room, you really did care for innocent people. But right now, he knew you needed to focus on yourself, no matter how much you didn't wish too

🎙️ Michel wasn't exactly the most sane man in history, and he owns up to that whenever you scold yourself for going a hint overboard

🎙️ You were set in a match against the Greek Goddess of Strife and Discord, Eris, who was starting to aggravate everyone in the audience because of how egotistical and cruel she was acting

🎙️ She even claimed after Humanity was gone, she'd get ride of the Gods one-by-one so she would rule supreme

🎙️ Eris had grabbed you by the leg and thrown you against the wall of the arena, causing a butt-load of dust to erupt from the now-broken bricks, and even the Gods were yelling at you to get up, shocking the rest of your fellow Einherjar

🎙️ Your husband smirked as your Valkyrie yelled at you to do something, and when Brunhilde screamed at him on why he was smiling as his S/O was about to die, he just looked at her and answered with a cheeky

" Y/N doesn't give up that easily, just wait~ "

🎙️ You lunged and began to savagely attack the Goddess, causing the whole arena to go silent with fear as your opponent screamed out her final words with so much pain it made dying from blood-loss more fun

🎙️ Michel began to walk to greet you at Humanity's entrance, and when you came up with blood on you and a sad look burning in your eyes, he just patted your head and called the medics over, claiming he'd visit you once your wounds were healed, and he'd bring your favorite food to continue watching the rounds, after all, the next one seemed fun!

🍭 Buddha knew you were a very level-headed person like himself, and seeing you get angry was a rarity, and besides, whoever saw it most likely never lives to tell how cold your glare was

🍭 Hearing you were going against a traitorous human, specifically the son of Eurydemus of Malis, Ephialtes of Trachis

🍭 You severely disliked the male because of what he did in life, a thing that he had quoted every time he had landed a small hit on your form

🍭 Your husband was watching alongside the rest of Humanity's fighters, and he glared when the man grabbed your arm and swung you off to the side, deeming you a weak woman and that was why Humanity deserved to die, while he deserved life

🍭 Buddha watched you slowly stand up, a dark aura emitting off your so strongly that it even made the Supreme Gods scream out

" Create a barrier around the audience now! She's going crazy! "

🍭 Sasaki Kojiro's eyes widened as you lunged at Ephialtes and began to punch and kick the man, dodging every hit he gave you, and every hit you gave him was either cracking or breaking a bone at a time

🍭 When you came back to reality, Buddha ran out and helped you back to the infirmary, despite the protests of Brunhilde and his fellow fighters

🍭 You were the most important thing to him, and he was not going to let you die on him, not like Jataka did all those centuries ago

🍭 While you healed, you cried into your husband's shoulder, saying how this whole ordeal was a mistake and asked him why the Gods couldn't see the pain this was bringing their creations

🍭 Comforting you, he stayed silent until you fell asleep with your face on his chest. All he did was look down at you and rub your back, whispering in your ear about how Humanity was now one step closer to survival, all thanks to you

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nervousd · 1 year

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Side Story— Decisions

→ Infatuation | m.list

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#SYNOPSIS— the avatar program is getting their funds cut by Quaritch influencing Parker. You’re the saving grace they need

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon, smut, overstimulation, cunnilingus, panty sniffing(?) sniffing kink(?) older man/younger woman, age gap

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

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❝ You see— you see, I mean they’re just pissing on us without even the courtesy of informing us sooner— I��m going to Selfridge ❞ Grace’s outburst we’re to be expected. Once again, Selfridge had cut the resources and money flowing into the avatar program. He claimed spending too many resources on a program that’s failing is a waste of money. Rather— they’ll be using those resources on their military seeing as how the savages have gotten hostile.

But it was all a bunch of nonsense— Quaritch was the one doing this. He was manipulating Selfridge into cutting the funds for the program, he demanded that his men needed more weapons. How the avatar program wasn’t helping them at all— it was just a puppeteer show meant for laughs. Selfridge being the moron he is agreed to Quaritch demands.

Not a second later, Grace returned with cheeks bright red. She fumed, ❝ The nerve of him! How could he do this us?! ❞ She went off to rant about his corporate butt claiming his idiocy will be the ruin for us. ❞ It’s all because of Quaritch sticking his nose into my program— ❞ Grace huffed, digging the sides of her lab coat looking for her pack of cigarettes. ❝ Where are my cigarettes? Where are my goddamn cigarettes? ❞ You hurried to her, handing her a cigarette. She blew the cloud of smoke, relief filling her body. You coughed, wincing at the smell ❝ Sorry kid ❞

After years of working for her, you politely replied with a smile, knowing what to expect from her antics. Max coughed into his hands, avoiding eye contact with Grace, ❝ Well maybe we can work something out with the Colonel? ❞ Grace scoffed, ❝ He’s a happy trigger moron! What can we do to persuade him!?Nothing—! ❞ Her words trailed off as they landed on you.

It was only till later that you caught the meaning of her gaze. Your breath hitched at the back of your throat, it was no secret to anyone that the Colonel had his eye on you. ❝Grace no— we can’t do that to her ❞ Max tried reasoning with her, standing up for your sake. Grace nodded, shaking her head ❝Right— I’m sorry kid. I won’t— ❞ her words trailed off as she took another drag from her cigarette. ❝ What about her? What can she do? ❞ The stillness in the atmosphere was broken by the curiosity laced in Jakes voice. ❝ Right I forgot you’re new here so you wouldn’t know. The Head of Security has a thing for our secretary ❞

Jake stayed quiet,processing the new information. He hesitated, a blank emotionless expression crossed over his face the relaxation of an idea presenting itself to him ❝ If she can— can you? Would you be willing to do it? Please— we can’t have them cutting our budget ❞ Grace voice bellowed ❝Jake! You can’t ask her to do such a thing! ❞ Jake let out a scoff, ❝ It’s our only chance doc, if she can persuade the Colonel he can convince Selfridge to give us back our funding. It’s our only shot! ❞ They spat out arguments between each other, shouting and screaming as they bickered back and forth.

A terrible weight laid on your shoulders, would you be willing to do this? For them? Would you be willing to do this to to yourself? To be at his mercy? You dreaded doing such a thing but for them? Anything for them— ❝ I’ll do it ❞ you replied, voice breaking as you spoke. Their endless quarreling stopped, they looked at you in disbelief. You covered your face with shaking hands, looking up at all three of them. You flashed them a half-smile ❝I’ll convince Quaritch to put in a word to Selfridge for us ❞ Without waiting for any other remarks you turned on your heel.

Several long strides brought you to his office, you let out a shaky breath. Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you exhaled; releasing some of the tension that settled on your shoulders. You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the confirmation to walk in. A muffled sound from behind the door was enough clearance for you. The unmistakable creaking of the hinges of his door was loud enough to announce your presence.

There Quaritch was scribbling on documents, pausing his actions his head shifted to your direction. He flashed you a grin, a sudden sickening sensation coursed throughout your body. ❝ Well looky here— ❞ his voice drawled out, grutal and raspy. His eyes remained fixated on you, taking in the sight like a sponge soaking up water. He himself won’t admit it— but he was pleasantly thrilled to have you coming to him. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement ❝ I would done this much sooner if I had known that threatening the puppeteer program would lead you to come to me— you surely took your time. Not that I’m complaining ❞

Several long strides brought him to you. ❝ I needed a distraction and with you coming to me with those glassy eyes of yours— well it sure gives me something to think about ❞ His hand came up to caress your cheek, brushing gently against the corner of your eye wiping a stray tear. Your breath hitched, wide eyes gazing up at him. The gears in your head clicked together, was this all planned out? Did he know you would come to him? Your lip trembled, throat clogging up as you tried to find the words to say ❝ Convince Selfridge to bring back the funding ❞ Quaritch quirked up his eyebrows, ❝ I can do that but what’s in it for me?❞

You sniffled quietly, a solemn tear cascading down your cheek. With shaky limbs you clutched onto his hand, pressing your face against it ❝ Whatever you want, I’m sure I can satisfy it❞ With the way the Colonel's lips curled up and his eyes crinkled in delight, it was clear that he understood the meaning in your words. He’s been waiting to hear those words from you since forever— nothing but a dream come true. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement, ❝ I have a few things in mind ❞

His fingers tangled in your hair, giving a harsh tug at your roots. You cried out in pain ❝ Don’t make me wait ❞ his lips brushed against yours. Your hands shook as you cradled his jaw in your hands, you leaned forward pressing your lips against his. He kissed back with fever, insatiable and unable to get enough. A nip on your lip was enough to grant a gasp from you. He took the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside. You whined against him, hands pushing against his chest. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he deepened the kiss.

You squirmed in his hold, having lost the rhythm to the kiss. His greedy hands slid along your hip, tracing the curve as he groped your skin. Even as you pulled back from his kiss the hand clasped behind your neck brought you back to him. ❝ no more❞ you whispered breathlessly against his lips. He ignored your pleas, his mouth forming a scowl. He was clearly displeased with your hesitance towards him. You came to him, pleading— begging. And with that sweet voice of yours? Whimpering and whining— Quaritch sighed, kisses coming out sloppy and frantic than the previous kisses.

Batting your eyelashes with watered eyes, offering yourself to him. So who was he to refuse? He’ll take everything you have to offer and more. He won’t have you backing off from this proposition. He can’t— he won’t. His hold on you tightens, arms strong in their hold. The thought alone of letting you leave his embrace had his mind in shambles. You were finally in his grasp, where he wanted you. He whispered your name between kisses, trailing them down your neck. You whined, turning your head away from him, whimpering as you pushed against his chest having had enough of his frantic kissing.

He pressed himself against your body, snapping his hips upwards to get any sort of fiction. His chest rumbled as he mouthed your neck leaving trials of wet kisses. He dove back to yours lips, ravishing you with kiss after kiss; sneaking his tongue inside. His tongue wrapped around yours, groaning in delight to feel you kissing him back with the same fever. He pulled back from the kiss, tongue swiping over his lips. He showed his delight in an obvious way, fingers ghosting over your skin before clasping his hand against yours. He pressed his cheekbone to your open palm, giving a quick kiss to your wrist.

It was odd to see the sudden affection he gave you— quite the contrary you didn’t expect such an action to come from him. It was soothing in a way— to see he’s not just another muscled brute. It was sudden, the way his hands slid underneath your thighs picking you up. You yelped, surprised by his movements; clinging onto his broad shoulders. He settled himself on his chair, placing you on his desk. Papers and folders scattered across the floor from the impact. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His rough calloused hands caught hold of your thighs. Spreading them apart eagerly, his fingers pressed deep into your skin. His sudden actions caused you to fall back from the table, leaving yourself bare to him. You’re cheeks flushed in embarrassment, thighs snapping back together. The colonel scoffed, fingers pinching your skin. ❝ Now that won’t do— Spread em ❞ Tears raced down your cheek, humiliated and distraught by the actions you would be forced to do. You spread your legs, open and inviting towards the older male.

He tossed your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face in your covered cunt. You whined in embarrassment, heart pounding against your chest. He rubbed his cheek against your inner thigh, giving a quick nip to your skin. His fingers crept up towards the dip of your hips, pulling off your panties. He snagged them in his hand pocketing them. You freeze, tears streaming down your cheeks. His hands slid underneath your knee spreading your legs wide apart.

His tongue swiped over his lips, greedily staring at your uncovered cunt. ❝ look at you, all pretty and wet. Just for me right? Yeah— just for me ❞ His fingers prodded your wet cunt, cooing at the slickness you were producing. Silky soft and tight like a vice— promising pleasure. A needy minx— you were just asking for it weren’t you? He peppered your cunt with open mouthed kisses, tongue lapping up your slick. You shuffled in discomfort inching away from him slowly. But to your displeasure he had noticed your little scheme. His hands instantly dipped towards your ass, pulling you forward to his pleasure. The sudden shift in movement nearly caused you to fall, your back arched uncomfortable; heels digging onto his broad back.

Quaritch clenched his jaw, pursing his lips in annoyance. Why did you have to be so much trouble? Why do you make this difficult? A good spanking is ought to tame that attitude of yours. His hand came down to strike on the outside of your thigh, a scream erupting from your throat from the sudden impact. ❝ Behave or the deal is off and we wouldn’t want that do we? ❞ Your eyes scrunched up, lip trembling with distraught. It wasn’t pleasurable— nothing about this was pleasurable. Your stomach seemed to rise to your throat, threatening to spill all over. But you had to hold it in, this was the deal. He got what he wanted and you get what you wanted. It was fair— part of the deal.

Quaritch nearly moaned at the taste of your flavor bursting into his tastebuds. Had he known you would of tasted this damn good he would of resulted in other methods to get you in his arms sooner. He should of transferred you to his department— kept you naked in his dorm for his pleasure. Easy access to your bare pussy, keep you there forever. His own personal cocksleeve— He would take the time to savor you— not like this. This was different, this was a quick fix he needed. He needed to take now— he can’t have you backing out. Once he’s done with you— oh you’ll be back. Begging for more— He plunged back into your wet cunt, grip tightening as your squirmed from his ministrations. His nose bumped repeatedly against your clit, tongue dragging across your folds.

You bit your lip, trying to stay silent— but atlast his tongue plunged into your hole suddenly causing you to clamp your thighs on his head. Your hands tugging onto his hair as he sloppily ate you out. Everything was overwhelming— with the way his tongue is lapping up everything you have to offer. Low groans came from within his chest, rumbling in the pleasant taste your cunt provided him with. His blue eyes seemed to glaze over as his actions become more vigorous and intense. The slurping sounds coming from his actions we’re nearly pornographic— the way his tongue kept on thrusting and lapping caused the coil in your stomach to snap. You gasped letting out a loud moan, back arching off the desk as you squealed as he continued to nip and suck

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined pathetically. Quaritch let out a chuckle, he wanted nothing more but to coax those cute moans out of you, see your overstimulated puffy cunt drooling for attention. His thumbs spread your cunt, eyeing your fluttering hole. A needy thing he mused. You were begging to be filled up nicely and who was he to deny you that pleasure? To deny himself? ❝God— you taste good ❞ His eyes rolled to the back of his head, swollen lips and nose covered in your slick— god you tasted divine— he wants more. Quaritch pulled you closer by the hips, tongue swirling around your clit. You whined, chest arching from the sheer pleasure he’s giving you. You’ve already cummed once— you can’t handle another one. You squirmed in his hold, hips thrusting up, sideways— anything to be away from his mouth. It’s too much— his mouth, his tongue against your cunt sends you into fits of sobs.

Quaritch scowled, arms clamping over your thighs to cease your struggling ❝ One more— just one more sweetheart ❞ he runs his tongue on the hood of your clit, groaning in response. You wince, screaming out his name, Quaritch peers up at you not bothering to halt in his ministrations. He was drunk off your screams— taste and the breathy moans you would let out.

When he does eventually stop with torturing you, your met with him between your thighs with his chin dripping in your slick. Your eyes fill with tears before he dips his head, tongue lapping up your overstimulated cunt. He doesn’t let up until your cumming, wailing for him. He leaned back, gazing at the mess he made. Your fluttering hole clenched around nothing, puffy and swollen from his relentless attack on your cunt. He wanted nothing more but to fill you up with his cock— but not now. He’ll save that moment for another day, get you nice and prepped just for him. Make it romantic— candles and petals scattered. His mouth curled up at the corner of his lips, yeah you’ll like that won’t you?

With one last kiss on the tip of your clit, Quaritch gave your outer thigh a firm slap. ❝ That wasn’t so bad now was it? No— you enjoyed it didn’t you? That’s my good girl ❞ He cooed mockingly—sickeningly. His gaze traveled to your eyes where he was met with pouting lips and tear stained cheeks. Chest heaving drawing attention to your bust — he’ll have his own fun with them soon. You were far too godamn pretty to let go off— His throat bobbed— cock twitching in his pants. On second thought maybe you can handle a couple of rounds more.

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mikavlcs · 1 year

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Masterlist

Requests are: closed (rules)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday)

Paralysis & Ricochet

An unexpected emotional outburst destroys your relationship with Wednesday. The path to reconciliation is long and arduous, but she finds her way there eventually.

Loveless

With some help from Enid, Wednesday gathers the courage to confess to you on Valentine’s Day.

Blonde

Despite being opposites, your and Wednesday’s relationship is great. There’s only one problem: you’re not very smart.

Had Enough

Xavier starts to get overzealous with you. Wednesday puts him in his place.

Heaven in Hiding

There’s a savage, uncontrollable beast inside of you. Just when you lose hope of ever taming it, someone unexpectedly offers to help you.

Flowers

Wednesday’s plan to court you is thwarted by an unforeseen issue.

Breathe

A sudden run in with the Hyde induces an asthma attack. Luckily, Wednesday is there to help you.

Absence Persistent

You’re physically affectionate with everybody except for Wednesday, and she’s determined to find out why.

Reverie

In the midst of investigating, a figure from your past returns, sending you into a panic. Wednesday is there to help pick up the pieces (and maybe get some revenge as well).

Elysium

After realizing her untimely feelings, Wednesday pushes you away, but the arrival of a certain dance proves that she may have made a fatal mistake in doing so. (Part 2 of Reverie)

Spotlight

During an unprompted visit, Wednesday discovers something that you’ve been trying to hide.

Static Patterns

Wednesday’s struggling to say those three special words, so she decides to instead show you how she feels.

Sweater Weather

Wednesday gives you her sweater to wear on a cold day in Jericho. (short)

Heaven Sent

While sharing a bed, Wednesday finds a new use for your wings.

White flag

Tyler is infatuated with you. Wednesday puts a stop to it.

Whispers in the Dark

After a harrowing nightmare, Wednesday tries her best to bring you comfort.

Dinosaur Talks

You like to talk about dinosaurs, and Wednesday likes to listen. (short)

Astraphobia

You’re not a fan of thunderstorms. Wednesday knows and tries her best to help you through it.

Rebels and Renegades

Becoming best friends with a sentient hand brings many much-needed changes to your life, the biggest being the very girl he arrived at Nevermore with.

Dog Days

The help you need to confess to your crush winds up coming from an incredibly unlikely (and furry) source.

Not On My Mind

You leave school for a trip, and Wednesday doesn't miss you. Not even a little bit.

Tara Carpenter (Scream)

Shade Astray

Never in her life had Tara met anyone that made her feel like you did. She would make you hers, no matter what it took. (Ghostface!Tara)

Purity Weeps

You don’t talk about home very often and Tara finds out why. (Ghostface!Tara)

False Meridian

Another Ghostface appears out of the blue and Tara will do whatever it takes to eliminate them before they get the chance to hurt you. (Ghostface!Tara)

Gwen Stacy (ITSV)

Young Blood

You're new and Gwen's forced to show you around. It doesn't end up being as tedious as she was expecting.

Start a Fire

Gwen saves you and you help her out in return.

#masterlist #it’s ugly but functional #just like me<3 #me vs writing good summaries #also sorry about the gif #it's so funny to me

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spamuelsonofspamothy · 3 months

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Reread Unseen Academicals recently and I've been thinking about that scene towards the end between Nutt and Ladyship and Vetinari. More after the break because there are spoilers.

So, Nutt's an orc. Everyone knows that orcs are savage beasts that tear people's heads off, and Margolotta is desperately trying to make sure he comes up "civilized". Thematically, there's links to the Uberwald League of Temperance, which was at least partially her project, since Margolotta's taking a non-human race famous among humans for being evil, dangerous, and generally bad news and trying to reform it. Her instruction for Nutt to "teach [the remaining wild orcs] civilized behavior" follows naturally from her attempts to do the same with vampires.

And then Nutt fires back with, "And who would you send to teach the humans?"

He earns a "brief outburst of laughter" from Vetinari, which is usually reserved for Vimes. There's no mention of Margolotta's direct reaction, but for the last few lines she's been described as "taken aback" and "[saying something] coldly", so she can't be too amused by this comment. But why is she so unimpressed with Nutt's asides about humans?

It's because, for all she tried, his situation isn't actually like the Black Ribboner vampires. In that case, Margolotta more or less succeeded in making her the vampires into reasonable facsimiles of humans, although with a few weird habits. In the quest for acceptance, Margolotta believed it necessary to emulate humans, to redirect entirely the thirst for blood and control into other passions. But Nutt? He's been raised to be a human orc, to be part of the civilized world, and how does he find true acceptance and happiness?

By accepting himself not as human, but as an orc.

Nutt's comment about "teach[ing] the humans" isn't just a funny aside about human nature. Deliberate or not, it's a slap in the face to everything Margolotta's worked for since at least The Fifth Elephant. For her, humanity is a goal to aspire to; for Nutt, who's lived among the people of Ankh-Morpork and seen their moods, their mobs, their stupidity and even their kindness, humanity is an amusement.

Thank you for taking the time to read my rambling thoughts, and good night.

#discworld #gnu terry pratchett #Mr Nutt #Lady Margolotta #Lord Vetinari #unseen academicals #what does it mean to be civilized #and also Glenda's there and not to minimize her importance to Nutt's development #but my focus is on Nutt's end result as interacting with Margolotta #and at this point Glenda is less active of a character because she's had her big moments

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Claiming what is mine (Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt)

Word Count: 18,2k

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Threesome,Female oral receiving, Riding, V Fingering

Summary: Jealousy is something MC has gotten familiar with, always managing to reign in her boys loving them the same even through sometimes ridiculous tantrums. But when it’s her turn of feeling envious things tend to turn out spellbinding,

Authors Note: L/N – stands for Last Name. I referenced the song Ekaterina Shelehova - Savage Daughter. Finally wrote a one-shot, not that it took me a dang long while but here we are. This is pure selfishness from my parttttt, hope you enjoy it :3

I've sadly no idea whose this picture or screenshot belongs to I got it from tiktok.

‘’How about it, L/N? Fancy an outing to Hogsmeade before exam’s start?’’

I hum at the question the conversation that flew between the girls redirected to include me ‘’Ah so predictable. She is going to blow us off girls.’’ Imelda snorts ‘’The hesitation is enough of an answer.’’

The amusement in her tone and comment have me frowning as I crack an eye open, to send a glare at the Slytherin girl. With 2 classes cancelled I’ve been dragged outside my napping spot relocated, Poppy being impossible to say no to. They’ve chosen to take us to the big expanse outside of the Bell tower to the Hogwarts grounds. Unfortunately, other students had a similar idea as my friends. Luckily, we took a detour away from the fountain and benches picking a patch of grass covered land of to the side.

I’ve made good use of my one-shoulder bag and cloak turning them into a makeshift pillow, having laid down first the girls settling on my right, leaving me be as they began chatting. That is until Natty brought up the topic, their almost weekly trip to Hogsmeade always extended to me to join in. It’s not that I always said no, but being an ancient magic wielder that is still in rigorous training – not to sound arrogant it’s just the truth – and trying to keep up with studies time is somewhat a luxury.

‘’Can you stop speaking for me? How do you know for certain I’mma say no?’’ I grumble watching her smirk knowingly crossing her arms, keeping a confident demander while Natty and Poppy giggle, amused by us.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry girls, Sebastian asked to copy my notes, Oh I’m so sorry I promised Ominis to help him with bla bla bla…’’ Imelda raises her tone bringing her hand to her forehead exaggerating in her imitation of me. I sit up quickly ready to send a harmless jinx at her choosing to give her a deadpanned glare instead. It leaves her unphased doubling over in laughter pointing her finger at me ‘’Spot on, wasn’t I?’’ she shouts through laughter while Poppy reaches over brushing something from my shoulders.

‘’Don’t mind her Mc.’’ she begins sweetly ‘’We understand you have important responsibilities to tend to.’’ Turning slightly right to face the girls and oversee the castle I pout at the Hufflepuff that despite the jab remains all to innocent looking for me to tease her in return or take it to heart.

‘’Alright settle down, I’m sure Mc finds it difficult to say no given her very realistic load of obligations.’’ Natty the voice of reason comes to my defence to which I give her a thankful smile her seriousness an attempt to placate the girls.

‘’Hey if I had two dotting boyfriends, I would blow us off too. All the time.’’ Imelda comments lying down propped up by her elbows, her words causing heat to hit my cheeks.

‘’I do not blow you off all the time!’’ I counter ‘’I hardly spend time with them if you must know.’’

My outburst causes them to explode into another fit of laughter, bringing attention to us from some onlookers. As grumpy as I feel I cross my arms momentarily ending up throwing them in the air for dramatics letting myself fall back on the ground, eyes closing ‘’Laugh all you want, girls. I know what I’m about.’’

More teasing ensues at my expanse, Imelda having a fieldtrip of a day. Seeing her so animated and engaged I let her be, even Natty coming up with a few blows of her showing her Gryffindor spirit. Poppy remains the only neutral one, discouraging them succeeding only when she switches the theme over to Imelda liking a fellow Slytherin boy as of recent.

While the Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor gals begin their interrogation I readjust myself by propping my head on my arms now raised and bent behind my head. Oh, the beginning stages of liking someone. I don’t miss the whole cat and mouse chase, people tend to do at all. Liking one person is hard enough as it is but liking two people? Unable to decide between them? Favouring a life of loneliness instead of breaking someone’s heart? That sounds about right in my case. The confusion and fear were too real.

Fortunately, what I thought were one sided feelings turned out to be recuperated on both sides. It still feels quite unbelievable even now that we’ve been together for more than a year. Yeah, the 5th year was a bit much to entertain the notion of romance as I’ve had too many near death experiences. The whole ancient magic ability still something of a puzzle even today my familiarity better but caution ever present.

I digress, nonetheless.

The thought of my boyfriend’s instantly calms me down, memories of horrors laid to rest as I smile softly at the image of them in class right now. I’m not sure which subjects they are attending so I let my imagination run, seeing Ominis leant on the desk propping his head up with his hand half asleep as Professor Bin rambles about some battle that happened way to long ago. Sebastian on the other end is stuck in charms class I’m sure trying to get Garreth in trouble for no good reason. Even after going through what he did, he still hasn’t matured to the point of losing his mischief the trait evolving in my opinion into a more undetectable approach his detention days over as he has gotten bloody brilliant at the mischief he manages.

‘’…speaking of future boyfriends and regular ones, isn’t that Sebastian?’’ Natty pipes up in question.

‘’Hey, I didn’t say I was going to court him!’’ Imelda hisses in protests, while I remain unmoving trying my best not to be obvious or too eager to see one of my boyfriends.

‘’You don’t need to use words; it’s written all over your face dear Imelda.’’ Poppy giggles in delight. Curiosity getting the best of me I open my eyes taking in the cloudless blue sky, eyes briefly watering thanks to the sun shining directly at us prompting me to sit back up.

‘’It really is my dear friend.’’ Natty confirms, our Slytherin companion grumbling without much fire, her cheeks coloured pink. I don’t bother with chiming in Imelda having revealed much more than she intended to, Natty having good intuition with guessing things portraying herself as knowing when she in reality is just bluffing.

I scan the grounds noticing several students making their way from the Bell tower outside. So, my gaze takes me directly to the castle’s entrance things looking normal. Normal at first glance that is. Were the girls trying to get a rouse out of Imelda or me? Because Sebastian is nowhere in sight. And I pride myself in finding him and Ominis easily, their magic a song in my ear whenever they are close.

Placing my right hand on the ground touching the grass and earth I take a breath, grounding myself so to speak only now noticing a few girls past the entrance point crowded together finally finding my boyfriend. Although I’ll admit I’m not too keen on the sight.

He’s surrounded by girls from the 6th year, our classmates even, the younger ones shyly standing aback but still hovering, nonetheless. Ever the flawless charmer he is, he chats effortlessly I’m sure replying to anything thrown his way, turning to each and every girl making sure to look in their eyes. And give them his full attention if only for a moment. ‘It’s just the way he is’ Ominis’ words ring in my head ‘He’s not doing it on purpose.’. I exhale through my nose watching as Sebastian gets flustered by something, right hand reaching behind his head to scratch awkwardly the action making some girls swoon – they aren’t subtle, ogling him brazenly – his fans oblivious to his nervous habit. Good. I’m glad he’s nervous. Being too polite and nice to shoo them away, knowing full well he’s a taken man. The audacity.

‘’It seems our Mc doesn’t have to eat Pepper Imps to have smoke coming out of her ears.’’

The remark has me snapping my attention back to my friends their mirth tripled as they observe me, as if waiting for me to snap at any moment. Their looks bring me back to myself so to speak felling how tense I’ve gotten, even grinding my teeth together. Shaking my head, I tsk lying down again, arms crossed as the scene of my boyfriend’s admirers hogging him keeps playing before my eyes.

‘’Ut was a high concentration of magic passing by.’’ I bluff glaring at the sky ‘’Another side-effect to add to the never-ending list of dealing with ancient magic.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah sure.’’ Imelda mocks good-heartedly, Poppy leaning over me all the sudden sporting her never changing gentle smile.

‘’Still with us?’’ she asks to which I immediately nod playing nonchalance.

It’s a well-known fact that Sebastian has something about him that draws girls to him. So many whispers are still ongoing to the present day, of how handsome and capable he is, his admirers eager to boost his ego. Even after finding out about our relationship the persistency of some girls is infuriating to say the least. Their audacity knowns no bounds, which is a topic of argument whenever jealousy gets a hold of me.

I am mortal after all. As much as the boy’s spiral into most of the time reckless and possessive jealousy, mine remains undetectable most of the time. But it grows deep and doesn’t relent so easily.

I’m stressed enough with the exams coming up and tasks needing to be completed the Keeper’s still finding ways with teaching me new things, uncovering, and solving mysteries that don’t all lead to happy endings. I shouldn’t be surprised at these curveballs being thrown my way. Jealousy is a mundane feeling. I don’t have time for it. And yet the image keeps on taunting me even as Poppy nudges me gently.

‘’…got tired of your fan club there Sallow?’’ Imelda teases, my boyfriend’s presence bringing me to look towards his presence, his magic a gentle hum in the back of my mind. Spotting him he’s carrying his cloak and suit jacket over his shoulder, sleeves of his white’s shirt rolled up. Hair messy. A handsome heartthrob.

‘’Bugger of Reyes I don’t have a fan club.’’ He retorts, eyes meeting my own his expression softening immediately as he offers a smile approaching me.

‘’You can’t deny what we’ve all seen Sallow. You better get those girls in order. Or else someone might take it upon themselves to do so. Not so nicely.’’ Glancing over at the Slytherin girls her smirk is devious eyes glinting with ideas I’m sure eager to offer her assistance as soon as we’re alone.

‘’Ahhh give Mc some credit. She is too proper for petty jealousy.’’ Natty counters her words optimistic. Even though I’m ready to accept whatever Imelda has in store for any girl that dares to even think about snatching my Sebastian away.

‘’You are being ridiculous both of you. There is nothing to be jealous of.’’ Sebastian answers, sitting himself on my right side near my hip his hand finding my own immediately ‘’Right darling? You know I have eyes only for you.’’ To prove his point, he gives me a kiss on the hand a wink following that brings me to a smile nonetheless.

‘’And Ominis.’’ Poppy adds as I push myself into a sitting position melting slightly at the look my boyfriend is giving me, as if I’m the only light in darkness.

‘’That goes unsaid.’’ I finally speak up, watching as he relaxes obviously having been worried about my reaction given the teases sent his way from the girls.

‘’That’s called having a strong bond, Imelda. Something unfortunately, we all know is unknown territory for you.’’ At his clap back, I automatically swing at the back of his head with my free hand hitting him gently but enough to get his attention as I shake my head at him.

‘’What?! I dare you to say that…’’ the Slytherin girl explodes like we all know she would, Natty rising on her knees to block the irked girl from attacking my boyfriend as she for now only has her finger pointed.

‘’Not for long if that’s the case.’’ Poppy chirps happily rising her arms in the air waving out of the blue whilst still sitting on the ground ‘’Luckily for you, Percival happens to be my partner in herbology. Enough reason to hang out with us.’’ The sweet Hufflepuff is cunning as a Slytherin sometimes her smoothness and effortlessness rising some flags in my head to be aware of her despite knowing Poppy is as pure as the morning sunlight.

‘’Poppy you…’’ Imelda begins chocking on air looking away in embarrassment as she settles into a more proper sitting position smoothing her skirt and cloak, Natty helping her for a moment turning to greet Percival who greets us having come over. Sebastian pulls my focus away from everyone a greeting of my own falling from the tip of my tongue as he leans forward, still holding onto my hand making sure to whisper into my left ear that is turned from the others.

‘’Reyes is into Periwinkle?’’ he whispers in disbelief and joviality, his crocked smirk giving him away entirely, the glance he sends his two fellows Slytherin investing.

‘’Why not?’’ I shrug watching as our always loud and outspoken Imelda turns into a semi-serious lady shyness an unfamiliar trait on her as she silently listens to Percival who happily converses with Poppy and Natty, herbology the main theme predictably enough. The fact alone has me smiling as our dear Slytherin’s skills in that class are the worst from us all, the girl managing to kill almost every plant she touches and tends to. Not with intention.

‘’What do you mean why not?’’ Sebastian inquires turning to me ‘’They are complete opposites.’’

I raise an eyebrow at that ‘’Opposites attract.’’

Still bewildered at my apparent approval he glances away I’m sure his thoughts taking him to ridiculous places. I’ve learned a long time ago that boys, and men tend to go to weird places in their mind for no reason.

‘’Besides he’s not a bad looking chap. Imelda could have done way worse. Jeremy Levingston? That was a whole circus, remember?’’ I snort in the end, not at all phased at his sudden turn of head offering a pointed glare with his eyebrows furred, lips in a line ‘’What?’’

‘’Not a bad looking chap?’’ he repeats my words, making me pause as I attempt to look towards the guy and shrug, Sebastian’s hand following to cup my cheek and turn me to face him.

‘’No.’’ he says calmly ‘’Your eyes are to be on me and Ominis only.’’ He states seriously clearly displeased with my observation, jealousy coming from Sebastian a normality.

And I would normally play along, reassurance’s easy as I know exactly what to say to calm him, reign him in if you will. But with his popularity rising again, bringing unwanted attention I keep calm. Almost cold even lowering my chin to give him a warning look of my own which at first doesn’t faze him.

‘’Does that rule not apply to you?’’ I ask trying my best to keep the raising anger at bay ‘’If it were the case, you’ve already broken it multiple times. Not even 5 minutes ago.’’ Raising an eyebrow, I pull my hand from his ignoring the shaking of his head, mouth opening to try and convince me otherwise ‘’No matter. I’m sure they were only interested into academics, right?’’ narrowing my eyes I raise onto my knee’s avoiding his hand catching my own as I reach for my bag and cloak. The whole academics thing is a well-known excuse from Sebastian – even though I have every reason to believe him and his faithfulness the words just slip out.

‘’Love it’s not…please just…’’ he attempts as I stand up bringing attention onto myself. So, I muster up the fakest smile I can, petulance simmering.

‘’I bid you adieu my friends. It seems I’ve forgotten of a meetup with Professor Weasley.’’

Unmissable is Imelda’s smirk, Natty’s curious eyes, and Poppy’s genuine nod as she buys into the little white lie. I give my boyfriend a last look his apologetic expression nearly making me reconsider punishing him too much. But I’ve set on this path, jealousy an emote that can overwhelm the most rational of thoughts.

Instead of giving Sebastian a kiss goodbye I raise an eyebrow to “seal the deal” so to speak making him aware that I am cross with him. With that I make my way away from my friend’s their silence noticeable. Safe to say I’ve left an impression.

Ugh boys.

*The next morning*

‘’So, I’ve heard Periwinkle is joining the gang tomorrow.’’ I greet Imelda as she sits down next to me, the Slytherin table mostly empty as it’s still early in the morning for students to be up. The students who are present are the early risers the Great Hall scarcely occupied and not noisy.

Wordless her face twists into a glare, sleep still clinging onto her. It makes it all the more amusing that she can’t hide her feelings.

‘’Is this your way of telling me, you’ll be joining us?’’ her retort comes as I twist my teaspoon around the cup of cocoa I’m drinking.

‘’Irrelevant. Undecided. What is interesting is that you’ve got a pass on quidditch practice. For the first time in your career.’’ I exaggerate as I speak to punctuate my words, Imelda ending up groaning in annoyance stopping her action of buttering up a piece of toast. I giggle at her reaction nudging her with my shoulder ‘’No need to be shy about it, fearless captain.’’ Her sigh and defeated look send me to burst into a fit of chuckles, the always loud and confident Imelda brought to silence a feat in on itself.

‘’M not shy.’’ Grumbling she munches on her toast ‘’Besides it came to be, I didn’t lie to get out of anything.’’

‘’Oh yeah, no volunteering to repot mandrakes which is such a milestone that anyone would jump at the chance to do it. Once in a lifetime opportunity and all.’’

She elbows into my side, making me groan this time around my amusement still ongoing even as she turns with her body towards me sitting casually.

‘’Shut up. Like you’re any better.’’ Her poor attempt backfires as I nod exaggeratedly.

‘’I’m not.’’ I wink having the time of my life at Imelda being so placid, tiredness not the cause of it.

‘’Speaking of boys, unfortunately…’’ my smile widens as I calm down at her tone dipping ‘’…where are your guard dogs?’’ I click my tongue reaching for a croissant having had my fill of jam and fresh baked bread but craving an additional sweet to mainly preoccupy my hands ‘’Is Sallow taking the silent treatment badly as the rumours say?’’

‘’This place has to many rumours going around, for it to be fun anymore.’’ I pout nibbling on the pastry.

‘’That’s because they are mostly about you Hero of Hogwarts.’’ She teases looking smug as I cringe at the title still not used to it, or really feeling worthy of it.

‘’They weren’t lately. With quidditch practice on the regular, and you winning most games tides have been turning.’’ I try to deflect, Imelda pushing at my shoulder for me to shut up as I chuckle having redirected the conversation back to her.

‘’I know you’re secretly obsessed with me L/N but recently it’s not been so secret anymore.’’

Confidence radiates of my friend, as she beams patting me over the back not so gently. I don’t even bother replying as she’s certain in herself like one of my boyfriends, their charm knowing no bound quick to deflect any protests.

‘’You’re impossible.’’ I mumble taking a sip of my now cooled drink looking ahead of us, towards the Hufflepuff table spotting Natty there conversing happily with some Hufflepuffs, Poppy not in sight. She’s an early riser as well her absence unusual.

‘’And yet you adore me.’’ At the comment I glance at her in curiosity but end up confused as she leans closer into my personal space even scotching on the bench the cough, she lets out somewhat awkward as she tilts her head forward.

Silently I get her hint tuning my head to the right looking towards the entrance seeing more students make their way to breakfast, her change in behaviour puzzling me. Looking around I’m lost for a solid moment not spotting anything out of the unusual util I see what had her halting.

‘’That’s a rare sight.’’ She remarks neutrally.

I on the other end am left stunned quite literally. At the pillar near to doors stand my calmer boyfriend conversing rather animatedly with a Ravenclaw girl. Bertha Kettleburn. Known for being one of the pretties’ girls at school she is equally smart. With long black hair, pale skin, and on the skinny side even from halfway across the hall, I find myself admiring her.

Which is why it’s odd that she is talking to my boyfriend. Standing rather close to him, the pretence of avoiding other students’ bollocks frankly speaking as they have space to move back into, and yet the two remain front and centre so everyone can see them together. My thoughts have me glancing at other students who are looking towards them in confusion some meeting my eyes on accident. I groan lowly knowing the new wave of rumours are about to start.

Not many wizards and witches are nice or decent enough to talk to Ominis. Most tend to avoid him, the family name giving him a bad reputation even after the past two years of my beloved helping with protecting students and creatures still not shaking off certain allegations. Unfortunately, even as brave ad friendly as Natty is for example she isn’t too keen on him. And she is one of the nicest people I know.

So, this comes as a surprise to everyone that Bertha is talking to him, enthusiastically out in the open.

I narrow my eyes at my boyfriend surprised to find him paying her full attention not even having his head hung down but is facing her.

‘’What’s that all about?’’ Imelda inquires resting one arm over my shoulder leaning onto me. I find myself quiet, my stomach beginning to churn.

‘’So much for the tables turning.’’ I grumble my mood dampened.

‘’Not everything is about you, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it.’’ my Slytherin friend attempts to cheer me up, even running her hand soothingly down my back.

‘’Very reassuring.’’ I can’t help but to glance forth noticing curious looks sent my way, snickers unmissable the buzz gaining traction. Specially as Bertha skips over to her friends having the nerve to wave in greeting.

‘’What a knob.’’ Imelda says under her breath, as I notice movement on my right Ominis making his way over, a small smile on his lips.

‘’Uh huh.’’ I hum absently taking in his state how cheery he looks.

‘’Hmmm.’’ Imelda adds as he approaches taking a huge bite out of her second piece of toast.

‘’Good morning, darling.’’ Ominis greets obviously in a good mood ‘’Imelda.’’ Acknowledging her he does raise an eyebrow his wand that he has lifted pulsing red ‘’Did something interesting happen?’’ the question follows as he sits down, pressing his thigh against my own the closeness a new development.

‘’You could say that.’’ my fried starts, to which I give her a warning look watching as she visibly restrains herself from saying I’m sure something outrageous the pause to long my boyfriend rising his eyebrows in question ‘’I’m stealing your girl.’’ And to demonstrate it with surprising strength she wraps both arms around my shoulders and pulls me against her, leaning us both away from my boyfriend who looks further confused his free hand placing itself over my mid-thigh as if to hold me in place.

‘’Seriously…’’ I begin to protest her protectiveness adorable, even if it’s startling the amount of touching, she has done.

‘’Yes seriously.’’ She interrupts ‘’You should’ve treated her better Ominis. Your girl is to pretty and too nice to be unappreciated. I’d not have time to bother with anyone or literally anything else if she was with me!’’

The taunt has me rising both eyebrows looking up at the Slytherin, her face intent as she’s watching my boyfriend like a hawk, my own gaze slipping back to him watching as he hangs his head expression controlled the shenanigans happening confusing. His hand is rather warm still resting over my skirt.

‘’Heyyy guys!!!’’ breaking the growing tension is Poppy who is way too spring and happy for morning as she bounces over to us, unbothered by our closeness ‘’Morning hugs?’’

I immediately smile at how pure she is glad that it spurs Imelda to release me, acting tough suddenly brushing her shoulders straightening out her coat and uniform ‘’You saw nothing.’’ She even turns forward putting distance between us, as I exchange looks with the Hufflepuff.

‘’I’m always up for hugs.’’ I comment wanting to spread my arms but get intercepted by Ominis’s hand taking a hold of mine. My usually more reserved boyfriend places a kiss onto the corner of my mouth, I’m sure his intention different given the too serios look he gives ‘’And kisses.’’ I smile exchanging a look with Poppy that glances between the three of us, understanding enough to nod and make way to Imelda’s left side to eat breakfast.

‘’Not feeling shy this morning Mr. Gaunt?’’ I tease smiling at my beloved, seeing and knowing that something absurd is going on in that brilliant head of his. The PDA is enough of a tell in its own.

‘’I wouldn’t use the word shy when I’m around you darling.’’ He replies so sure of himself, bashfulness not a trait to describe my boyfriend compared to the fumbling and blushing boy I met 2 years ago ‘’Care to explain what this was all about? Has Imelda taken a fancy of you?’’

No longer is his head hung but rather his entire posture proper, milky eyes shifting left and right the closeness again something out of character for him.

‘’It would seem so.’’ I glance over at the two girls engrossed into a conversation. Ominis’ hand comes under my chin turning my head right back to him, sternness fixated on his features.

‘’Too bad. You are already taken little dove.’’ His voice is steady, not leaving room for rebuttal his hold unwavering keeping me in place. I let out a loud hum narrowing my eyes at my blonde boyfriend admiring how handsome he us, attire, and hair all in place, words and actions showing off his certainty. And yet the switch the seriousness he’s portraying in my company while he was offering smiles and rapt attention to Bertha have my blood cooling. His possessiveness which I’d usually find rather charming – having gotten used to it – right now is doing the opposite.

‘’A well-known fact, I’m sure.’’ I click with my tongue taking a hold of his hand bringing it to the table. I retreat my own hand instead of intertwining our fingers keeping myself in check ‘’I am curious about something, love. Did Bertha need something? Or did she bump into you?’’

I try to keep my voice light, given I can’t really keep myself from hiding away my emotions on my face trying my very best not to find the witch and show her how I really feel currently.

‘’Bertha?’’ he repeats her name making me poke my cheek with my tongue as I hum in confirmation ‘’We’re classmates for the most part this year. I was surprised when she asked for a study date in regards of history of magic there being so many years to remember. So, in exchange, she’ll help me with me finding potion ingredients. Apparently, she knows some places to get rare plants.’’

I don’t speak after he’s done explaining surprised, he has so much to say about it his tone as well revealing some form of excitement at their plan.

‘’Why are you silent, darling? I’ll make sure to bring plants for you too.’’

I close my eyes at his obliviousness, exhaling through my nose rather loudly. I can feel eyes on the back of my head.

‘’So, study dates and adventures with Bertha Kettleburn. What a lucky gal.’’ the last part I mutter under my breath turning forward to peer and confirm that my cup is empty which I slide away from me whilst receiving a nudge from Imelda on my left.

‘’First or second round?’’ Imelda asks as Ominis catches my hand resting on the table.

‘’It’s purely academic Y/N. Why would she be lucky?’’ my boyfriend asks baffled getting upset.

‘’First.’’ I whisper to my friend who giddily cheers I’m sure planning something extra like usual.

‘’First what? You’ve been mysterious ever since I’ve come over. What is Imelda up to? I hope she’s not dragging you into trouble!’’ the Slytherin boy rumbles urgently hold firm on my hand.

‘’I’ve no idea what goes on in her head sometimes.‘’ I sigh watching as he blinks in question ‘’Not to worry though, boyfriend.’’ I unintentionally bite out the last word ‘’You’re going to be to busy with your study dates to worry about little ol’ me. Don’t let thoughts of me exhaust you. You know very well I can take care of myself.’’

I grin widely Ominis’ expression only now shifting into something akin to panic.

‘’Study date no, my love, my heart. It’s not meant like that! It’s just an expression…’’ he rushes upon his realization, my gaze for whatever reason turning forward spotting Bertha frighteningly fast, her eyes already on us. Her fellow Ravenclaws that are around her are talking excitedly their attentions not subtle in their glances sent our way as well. The Ravenclaw girl even dares to give another small wave, eyes shifting to Ominis who tries to get closer to me, arms settling around my waist.

‘’…we are friends, classmates. We will only revise the subject of this year.’’

I turn to face him abruptly trying my best to keep calm because his words remind me of our boyfriend ‘’Purely academic huh?’’ I state sounding madder than I intended to ‘’You and Sebastian can go running around letting girls ogle you left and right, ask you on studyyy dates, and other ridiculous idea’s they come up with. And you fools oblige them. Bollocks.’’ In my rant I manage to untangle his hands, which he does willingly pull back giving me room to stand and climb over the bench his wand in hand pulsing red, expression pleading ‘’You say everybody knows I am taken. But when it comes to you two? The audacity.’’ I huff ‘’Gods forbid I do anything, without you two freaking out.’’ I brush my hand over my face feeling hot from anger spotting Sebastian making his way over, cautious as he looks between us knowing something’s up.

‘’Mc…’’

‘’Do what you want.’’ I raise my hand in surrender shaking my head ‘’Go and bedazzle everyone with your knowledge, kindness, handsomeness whatever.’’ I begin to walk ‘’Be free.’’ I add staring straight at Sebastian aware how ridiculous and dramatic I’m being emotions taking the best of me.

‘’So free.’’ I grumble marching past my brunette boyfriend that stares at me with puppy eyes knowing better than to get in my way.

Ridiculous, men are ridiculous.

‘’Rather thirsty, aren’t we?’’ I roll my eyes at the comment, Imelda nudging me from humour un-fazing me, her good mood tonight noticeable to everyone, as our friend group is more relaxed than the usual. Even with the addition of Imelda’s crush sitting opposite of her.

‘’Just plain thirsty. Its good butterbeer.’’ I reply nonchalantly placing the metal jug back on the table it being my second round of the evening.

‘’That I agree with.’’ Natty cheers taking a drink of her own sitting on the end of the table, free from being sandwiched unlike I, with Imelda on my right and Garreth on my left busy checking out a fellow Gryffindor two tables away from us, the usually shameless red-head lad tame. Percival seems happy to just be here sitting opposite of Imelda, with Poppy next to him and Amit on her other side.

‘’To good butterbeer and excellent weather for stargazing tonight guys.’’ The Ravenclaw cheers his future plans not surprising anyone his cheer charming everyone drinking to it.

‘’So, I’ve been hearing some things.’’ Percival speaks up tone filled with curiosity leaning forward his gaze going back and forth whilst I angle the jug finishing my drink ‘’Did you really take care of an encampment of poachers??’’

The question seems to be sent towards our Slytherin quidditch captain the less acquainted Slytherin boy genuinely curious at the rumour he picked up on. One of the many I’m sure.

At his question even Garreth looks towards us having a knowing smirk, everyone’s eyes landing on Imelda. Except for my own as I lean onto the table on my arms trying to capture Sirona’s gaze. Unfortunately for me she’s busy but nonetheless happy as she serves her other patron’s drinks The Three Broomsticks being packed even for a Friday night.

‘’I mean…’’ Imelda begins everyone sort of holding their breath for her reply, the lack of confidence I’m sure still a novelty coming from out friend.

‘’Oh yeah, she did.’’ I find myself stating observing wizards and witches having harmless fun around us ‘’She isn’t captain by mere strike of fortune.’’ I turn to look at Percival seriously ‘’A master strategist this one.’’ I send a glance at a blushing Imelda that has her eyes averted ‘’Planned the whole thing. Impromptu if I may add.’’

I turn back towards the bar not seeing the barkeep and owner there anymore ‘’Did you stumble upon them? Either they are desperate enough to be unafraid of being close to the main roads, or they are plain foolish.’’ The Slytherin thinks aloud as I sit back in defeat, exchanging a look with Garett whose smile disappeared turning into a glare, our friendship lately growing thanks to his ambition of creating a more powerful wingleweld potion. He’s rather defensive of my honour as some students like to diminish some of my accomplishments, while I got rather good at taming some of his experiments and dragging him out of trouble, his mouth faster than his brain.

‘’We were looking for Horklump Juice actually.’’ Poppy speaks up ‘’Took us a hike to the north of the castle. Luckily, we stumbled upon them. I’d rather hate to imagine what they had in store for those poor Fwooper’s.’’ always sympathetic Poppy’s tone makes it even more worth it ‘’They would’ve taken out the entire den if it weren’t for us.’’

At her tone turning sad I send a glance her way, eyes meeting my own the memory replying in my mind how sad she has gotten over one of the creatures getting hurt.

‘’But wouldn’t it have been better to call a professor? Sent a distress signal?’’ Percival presses. I can feel his burning gaze on me, feeling the shift in the air his curiosity a bit pressing.

‘’Nahh mate, it would’ve ruined the whole surprise attack. Sometimes all you need is a bit of bravery and sparkle of strategy to have the upper hand,’’ Garreth defends his commentary brining a smile to my lips. Finally, as Sirona is back at the bar she glances up, my hand shooting halfway up catching her gaze.

Making a gesture to signalize another round she returns a kind smile offering a nod to which I give a thumbs up sitting back comfortably ‘’Next time you should join us.’’ Natty chuckles looking pointedly at Percival ‘’There’s never a dull moment. Even with gathering basic ingredients. Such is the way of magic.’’

I nod at her words seeing that our collective answers haven’t really satisfied the Slytherin. And luckily for the newest addition – yet to be added to our group in my personal opinion – Amit brings up the conversation of the upcoming quidditch game’s the mention alone springing Imelda into action, quick to defend her house and honour being so sure of her skills and team that a bet gets made.

A bet which I for once remain neutral from, happily drinking another round of butterbeer simply listening to my friends laughing, teasing, and even arguing Garreth chirping in jokes at times only for me to hear, our own brief but meaningful adventures for potion ingredients causing our platonic bond to grow fonder. To the displeasure of my boyfriends. Specially Sebastian and the whole house rivalry which I don’t exactly get even less support. I am loyal to my house, proud of it it’s colours representation, but can’t find it in myself to rival or envy others given I’ve got friends in all houses and help any student of Howards in need regarding of their house.

At the mention of rivalry, I’ve been good so far trying not to think of my beloveds who are obviously missing out on the merriments of tonight. To be honest and with slight guilt I admit I am not sure if they were even invited to join. I’m sure Poppy wouldn’t lie and told them the truth if she was asked, as well as Natty.

It makes me wonder what the two have been up to since the arguments I’ve engaged them into. The silent treatment had been working, the boys redirected mostly by Imelda that has been truly clinging onto me since that morning, I’m sure her words messing with Ominis’ head as sometimes as smart as intelligent that he is emotions play crucial roles in our lives, nonetheless.

I assume they must be in the undercroft planning. What exactly I’m not sure. And yet my gut is telling me they must be up to something to gain my favour. Sebastian impatient even when he’s mad at me – mostly due to some ventures going wrong usually – doesn’t keep distance for long. Ominis is the one I want least to disappoint the always composed and logical of my boyfriends setting me into an ambitious path to keep making him proud, and Sebastian on the other hand safe, and most definitely away from danger. For the most part as trouble and danger find me.

What could they be doing thought? Its rare and weird that they’ve not looked for me, its…

‘’If you keep twisting those eyebrows of yours any tighter, you’ll remain with permanent grump face.’’ Garreth points out as Poppy proudly debates with Amit about mooncalf’s, Natty explaining about the difference in magic with Imelda and Percival who has lost the edge he had in the beginning.

Turning to the red head he has a smile, eyes taking me in ‘’You’re supposed to be having fun L/N. The Hero of Hogwarts should have days off too.’’

At the damned title I blow raspberries tapping my fingers against the jug, my right foot under the table beginning to move in circle ‘’I am having fun.’’ I reply genuinely, taking a sip watching as the Gryffindor’s face portrays his disbelief ‘’I am!’’ I exclaim shoving him gently ending up chuckling ‘’I’m not thinking about the never-ending list of to-dos the assignments I’ve yet to start, the requests I’ve got to tackle…’’

‘’Alright, alright you’re spiralin’.’’ He interrupts grabbing a hold of his own drink, which he bumps against mine gently prompting me to follow his lead ‘’Sorry I’ve asked. Here’s to less things to do instead.’’

At his words I nod, taking a long sip exhaling loudly finishing the round before everyone again ‘’What woes you my friend huh? You’ve been rather preoccupied as well.’’ I throw an arm around his shoulders leaning closer for effect, not missing the not-so-subtle blush rising on his cheeks.

‘’That’s not the word I’d use.’’ He tries to hide behind his cup slowly sipping on his butterbeer to which I pat him over the shoulder humming.

‘’If I were you, I’d finish that drink faster. Because your crush is standing at the bar. And I happen to have finished my drink.’’ I let go of him slowly playing nonchalant, ignoring the haziness that’s made an appearance the butterbeer’s I’ve consumed finally taking hold.

As Garreth takes a look his head twisting, I fish out some galleons from the pocket of my discharged coat behind me sliding them over to my friend ‘’Come on Mr. Bravery. A sparkle of tactics and you’re there.’’ I repeat his words from earlier downright manhandling him to take the money and our empty jugs.

I get myself more comfortable to prevent him from chickening out, his nervous look noticed by Natsai as she looks between us in confusion whilst I give Garreth an okay sign ‘’You’ve got this, I believe in you Weasley.’’

And just like that off he goes without a second thought or taking a breath, Imelda having fared way worse when chatting with Percival the first few times we’ve deliberately pushed then together to interact.

‘’There he goes.’’ I comment drumming my fingers of my right hand over the wooden table ‘’Like a baby giraffe learning how to walk.’’

My comparison has Natsai burst into a fit of giggles as we watch after him, bump into an older wizard in the attempt of standing next to his crush who finds it amusing as Garreth apologizes but offers a charming smile her way, our drinks entirely forgotten as the smitten boy remains holding onto the empty jugs.

‘’Boys are so hopeless aren’t they.’’ Natsai’s comment has me humming in agreement as we observe him for a while longer making sure he doesn’t need saving ‘’How are your better halves faring? Their absence is quite noticeable tonight.’’

I sigh with my entire chest propping my head on my arm ‘’Honestly, I do miss…’’

‘’Hey, they are about to start playing some music.’’ Imelda announces fully leaning onto me, nearly dislodging me if I didn’t have my feet planted on the ground. Slightly bothered but buzzed enough I get distracted at the said band of musicians in the corner of the pub suddenly beginning to play, the atmosphere of the entire place getting livelier.

I follow along sitting up straight letting Imelda push me for a bit, the song that’s being played familiar to everyone but myself as I watch students and adults alike singing along the lyrics. I clap with the rhythm content to sway left and right, watching as my friends lighten up enjoying themselves. It brings me to a peaceful state despite the chaos around me.

People get up to dance, cheers and encouragements shouted and whistles joyous as everyone’s troubles seem to melt away at least for tonight. Not for everyone.

I’m not like everyone after all. Surrounded by my kin, my friends, those who already proved they’d protect me, and intend to remain in my life should make me feel at ease. I should feel okay, happy seeing them so free. I offer smiles nodding along, as some go dancing, Amit getting asked by a girl our age to dance with her has everyone’s attention on the Ravenclaw.

Imelda strikes up a weird dance that Percival across her plays along with the two showing great potential and chemistry if they are to court. Poppy always so cheerful is a true cheerleader, Natsai having been one of the first to have left the table. Garreth has only made the appearance of bringing the entire table another round of drinks but was cutely pulled to dance with his crush, her smile reaching the stars.

I don’t regret coming out I really don’t. It’s fun and a rare moment in life where everything is good.

Except it’s not.

I’ve let my emotions get the better of me. I got petty over ridiculous things that could have been thought through. My choice was to listen to my friends teasing and well-meant words than talk to the two people who matter the most to me. What a fool.

I’d exchange this moment for some quiet and cold of the undercroft to spend time with my boys.

But I’ve made my bed.

The dancing eventually comes to a stop, the participants heavily breathing atmosphere still lively, the musicians taking a break along with others ordering more drinks chatter filling the air. Conversation flows back my group mates spilling jokes and random information, discovering new things about one another. I’m happy nobody ropes me into any discussions. I happily drink the butterbeer and munch on chips that Sirona brought over a while ago.

‘’Y/N-ah I’ve noticed you haven’t sung any of the songs, the whole evening.’’ Percival once more speaks up, his tone tinted with nosiness. He has a talent of bringing unwanted attention to me, as my friends’ chatter begins to die down.

I keep the silence going as I munch on the chips offering a shrug ‘’I’m not in a singing mood tonight.’’

He frowns at my response shaking his head offering a smile ‘’Oh I’m sure you are. You’ve certainly clapped to the right beat, better than anyone. Do you dislike the classics perhaps?’’

The details he keeps bringing have me questioning who this guy really is.

‘’Dislike no.’’ I begin clicking my tongue ‘’I’m into all kinds of music. It just has to be…I’m lacking words.’’ I drag my words out hoping he’ll get the hint of backing off. Glancing towards Imelda she has an eyebrow raised displeased with what’s happening I’m sure as she glares at Percival.

‘’She truly is. All kinds of music that is,’’ Poppy confirms ‘’Knowing fae music, Nordic war songs to name the ones that stood out to me, she even knows muggles tunes. But she sang a song for me a while back. She’s very tuneful and the lyrics were profound. Where did you learn that song?’’ the Hufflepuff turns to me purely curious as well, now everyone’s attention stuck onto me.

‘’I um…it’s not really the right settings for it…’’ I hesitate leaning back the excuse of going to the bathroom right on the tip of my tongue.

‘’Oh, sure it is my friend.’’ Natsai enthusiastically eggs on ‘’You can even tell the band the melody if you’d like. I’m certain they’d comply to your request.’’

‘’Sironaaaa!’’ Imelda raises her tone standing up her greeting exaggerated but avid.

‘’Such enthusiasm.’’ Shirona laughs in amusement placing shot glasses on the table along with a bottle of firewhiskey ‘’Have I heard right about a song request?’’

I immediately shake my head watching the bottle floats in the air magic doing its thing, pouring us all equal shots. Even small tricks as these meaningless to my companions are a wonder to me even to this day.

‘’Oh yes, Y/N here is apparently a great singer.’’ Imelda is immediate to encourage gone the glare she sported earlier.

‘’She truly is.’’ Poppy pouts giving me pleading eyes as I wrap my fingers around the glass. Full blown kicked-crup-puppy look.

‘’Dear Y/N you keep on surprising us.’’ Sirona compliments hovering still, firewhiskey floating away as she folds the tray under her arm ‘’Drink up. It will help with hesitancies.’’

For one she isn’t one to encourage drinking, this being a rarity to bring over a strong alcoholic drink. Knowing Shirona after doing task for her getting to know her, I’m certain her approach and timing was intentional. She must be aware of something. With the promise of a stronger buzz, the liquid looking dangerously red the need to forget about myself overpowers rational thoughts, as I grasp the glass switching it into my left hand.

I curl my fingers on my right hand making a fist and bring it down onto the table repeating the motion as I create a beat, all the while I drink the entirety of the glass content, grimacing at the scorching heat not giving myself time to recuperate as I reach over and save Poppy from drinking her own beverage.

Finishing the second shot I feel like I can breathe fire, shaking my head in reaction to the fire traveling down my throat warming me, my hair falling from the lose ponytail I’ve tied it up some time ago.

I let out a groan to clear out my throat before beginning to sing trying my hardest to ignore everyone’s apt attention.

‘’I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones, I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voiceeee…’’ I let my voice tremble in the end looking at my friends Poppy already overjoyed, even if the version I sang to her was quieter and calmer. I’m erasing all tenderness singing from my throat trying to keep my voice heavy, words holding meaning to them.

I spare a look at my companions Natsai grinning ear to ear, Amit dazzled, Poppy lulling left and right, Percival completely taken aback but watching intently, while Imelda looks like she’s concentrating on the beat I’m creating looking like she wants to jump in. Sirona remains on the side silently observing. The banging brings attention over to our table. Thanks to the fire churning in my stomach, the feeling of bravery and confidence washing over me I lose all reservations raising my voice.

‘’My mother's child is a savage, She looks for her omens in the colours of stones…’’ something prompts me to stand up, now banging with both hands Imelda the first one to join the others quick to follow giving my voice more power ‘’…I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.’’

Before I know it, I’m up on the table, stomping my boots on it, everyone cheering as I continue singing the lyrics that are flowing like a spring breeze, the power behind them filling me in a similar manner that ancient magic does.

I’ve captured enough attention to gain an audience as unabashed shouts and screams of encouragement join. It’s easy to sway to the music, the table become to small prompting me to jump past Natsai that makes way letting me dance onwards everyone else upkeeping the beat.

The talented Gryffindor casts a fire illusion after me, it dancing along creating I’m sure a more alluring effect as I hold onto my skirt making sure it doesn’t ride to high as I move to the rhythm pulling girls to dance with me.

Before I know it most of the pub is up, the girls cheers more potent than before I’m sure the lyrics enticing even as I near the end, some picking up on the words singing with me. The dance shifts almost on que into guys joining, them spinning the girls around. I avoid many outstretched hands fully intent on escaping but get stopped by Garreth out of all people catching me. I let him twirl me around only realizing after a few firm steps that he’s pushing us into the direction of what I call freedom.

‘’We are our mother's savage daughters, The ones who run barefoot, Cursing sharp stones, We are our mother's savage daughters, We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice.’’ The girls that have picked up the words out-sing me, leaving the Gryffindor to pull me faster towards our booth his hold on my hand firm even as mid-laughter and disbelief feeling extremely hot – enough that I’ve shed to be only in my white school shirt having only throw over a mint coloured jumper leaving for Hogsmeade in a hurry – I end up stunned at the sight of my boyfriends present.

‘’Great escapade L/N. I’d stay for a chit chat, but Lydia is waiting for me.’’ Garreth leans close to my ear from the back, still holding onto my hand as he speaks revealing his crushes name sounding smitten as he lets go. Glancing back, I watch as he eagerly disappears between the dancers as the band has picked up their instruments and have begun playing.

Turning forward with a smile as I’m happy for my fried I focus on who I’ve missed the entirety of the night, not missing the way they are holding themselves. Ominis isn’t one for crowds for obvious reasons while Sebastian…oh yeah. He’s screaming trouble with the look he is giving me.

Only for a moment I remain stunned brain going blank at the sight of how handsome my boyfriends are.

‘’You’re here!!!’’ I squeak in excitement throwing my hands in the air body already moving as I run towards them.

‘’Wha…wow wow wow Mc …’’ Sebastian warns as I dash coming to a stop by jumping into his arms, clumsily grabbing onto his shoulders squishing my face roughly into his chest hearing him groaning at the impact. Of course, he catches me, and tries to steady us. I on the other hand and practically buzzing from the aftermath, feeling his familiar large hands settle over my back.

‘’Oh, Merlin’s beard Mc, you’ve not seen them for a few hours can you stop being a love-sick puppy already?!’’ Imelda groans calling me out.

‘’Oh Captain! Your absence this morning was quite the rouse. Leaving us unsupervised. Bold.’’ Sebastian calls after her, letting me place a clumsy kiss to his jaw as he’s still somewhat battling with keeping me still, my excitement rising.

I brighten up more as Ominis hand find my own ‘’Sallow don’t!!!’’ Imelda warns attempting to climb the bench but gets pulled back by Percival who is sitting on her previous seat trying to wrestle her, but also be nice about it, but also not rouse her even more as she turns to bicker with him her shyness around him gone finally.

‘’Oh, my word you’re so handsome tonight. Extra.’’ I blur out bypassing Sebastian who keeps his hand on my back, while I move to embrace Ominis wrapping my arms around his neck, somewhat hanging of off him, feeling the way his muscles tense to support us.

‘’Ooooofff darling…’’ he chuckles letting me lull us side to side happy to be hugging him.

‘’You came just at the right time lads.’’ Natty’s voice reaches my ears ‘’What took you so long?’’

‘’YEAH! WHERE WERE YOU?’’ I shout angry at their absence, to which I make it known by pouting and glaring at Ominis first who remains unreadable while Sebastian looks amused, quirking an eyebrow my way.

‘’To be honest, we…’’

‘’SEBASTIAN!!’’ a loud and enthusiastic shout cuts through the air, the shrill voice nearly causing me an immediate headache. We all turn to a way enthusiastic 7th year, a girl dressed to the nines in all green, hair a light shade of blonde with two diamond blue eyes shining as she rushes over ‘’You finally came!!!’’

‘’Ahh, Agatha.’’ Comes Sebastian’s surprised response. It’s the way that he speaks her name hands retreating from us, and the fact that he turns his attention to her that has me sobering up. Even though the firewhiskey is doing its job tremendously well, making every second thought logical and perfectly make it make sense.

‘’My love don’t do anything unreasonable.’’ Ominis even sightless knows sometimes before I do of how I’m about to react. Or at least knows to prepare for the inevitable.

As the girl comes to a stop inquiring about whatever, her words muted as I zero in on the way she’s looking at our boyfriend with literal stars in her eyes, I move without thinking making sure to grab Ominis hand pulling him with me.

‘’…that’s what I was wondering.’’ She remains looking at Sebastian only turning to look at me after she finishes her sentence, a perfectly shaped eyebrow rising above her blue eye. In the meantime, Ominis’ other hand settles on my waist as if to hold me back – or to prepare himself to do so.

‘’Hi.’’ I greet overexaggerating with my smile, ignoring the look our brunette boyfriend is giving us as I zero in on the girl. Agatha.

‘’Am hi.’’ She awkwardly responds clearly confused with our presence.

‘’Hmm.’’ To taunt her I hum out loud narrowing my eyes slightly, keeping eye contact more than it’s necessary, only after a while turning to Sebastian who is looking at me, with bathed breath.

Wordlessly I grasp the back of his neck with my free hand, pulling him down into a kiss the move catching him of guard as our mouths clash at first. I chuckle into the kiss smoothly transitioning it into a proper kiss as I move my lips, the brunette easily following even through his hesitancy.

‘’Ah I beg your pardon, Agatha. It’s a very excitable night as you must have seen.’’ Ominis speaks up, polite as ever, still keeping his hands on me.

‘’Oh no worries. The song got us all on our feet. They’ve dragged even Sirona into it.’’

As they chuckle at that, the friendliness is too much even with the distraction of Sebastian’s hand on my cheek and his mindless devotion to showing affection in public. The man is shameless after all. Breaking apart I offer him a smile feeling rather pleased seeing his dazed expression, a tint of rose colouring his freckled cheeks.

‘’Have you finished with your ostentatious display?’’ Ominis inquires, my eyebrows furrowing as I look at how smug he’s holding himself.

‘’I know we’re speaking English right now but was that English??? That last part?’’ I blur out accepting Sebastian’s hand as he bids goodbye to the girl with an excuse I don’t quite catch as I stand starstruck whenever I hear my quieter boyfriend laugh genuinely.

‘’Don’t overthink it sweetheart. You polyglots tend to overanalyse simple words.’’ He sooths delivering the sweetest of kisses onto my forehead as I feel heat warming my cheeks. Sebastian presses himself behind my back leaning over my shoulder.

‘’That was the cutest, most raw, hot, and out there demonstration of jealousy, darling.’’ He smugly points out, Ominis’ smile not helping.

‘’Hmm not at all.’’ I deny attention briefly caught by my friends engaging into another popular song, the pub gaining energy once more, the atmosphere magical to put it bluntly ‘’It was merely a show of affection that’s all.’’ I play innocent, shaking of their hands smiling as I begin to clap to the rhythm the wizarding songs not familiar enough for me to sing them as others do.

‘’Sebastian is quite right little dove.’’ Ominis fuels on pressing himself over my back, both hands settling over my waist my clapping coming to a halt thanks to his proximity ‘’Honestly, you’re very endearing when you’re jealous.’’

Unable to help how my body reacts I feel how the blush hits my cheek not aiding my denial. I puff out my cheeks in defiance, Sebastian raised brows not undetering me.

‘’I wouldn’t use that word.’’ I shake my head crossing my arms, remaining in Ominis’ embrace even as Sebastian steps closer ‘’I would…’’

‘’Ahhhh MC!!!’’ My voice gets overpowered by Imelda’s. My friend makes her way over in between us, plastering herself over my back clumsily, the waving of the metal jug quick to make my reflexes work as I grab for it from her hands, attempting to steady her ‘’Gaunt! Get your hands of my girl.’’

Her exclamation stuns both of my boyfriends but makes me burst into giggles at how bold she is. With more strength than necessary even on unsteady feet, she pulls us a step backwards pushing Ominis’ hands away.

‘’Your girl? What game are you trying to play at Reyes?’’ Sebastian springs into action grasping my left and free hand, not achieving anything as Imelda holds me firm.

‘’No game.’’ She says confidently tapping the jug, guiding my hand along to bring it to my mouth ‘’I said you should have appreciated her more.’’ She clicks her tongue as I begin drinking butterbeer finding myself thirsty actually ‘’I’ve stolen her away from you lot. Paying too much attention to bimbos leaving this treasure right here, alone for the taking.’’

Proving that she is gutsier than usual – thank you alcohol – she grabs for the empty jug, lowering it turning my head with her other hand that’s wrapped around me. I stare at her with wide eyes ready to duck and run away, but she swiftly delivers a kiss to my left cheek. To my horror and fascination at what this evening is turning out to be she hoovers inches away from my face, flush as a tomato upkeeping the staring contest.

‘’Hey, hey!’’ Sebastian protests finally springing into action getting in between us as stunned, and very stupefied I accept Ominis’ pull of hand, as he tucks me into his side. I raise an eyebrow in question as a hand reaches for my cheek not to caress it but to begin wiping the spot where I’ve received the Slytherin girl’s kiss.

As Sebastian and Imelda begin the battle of berating trying to outdo one another, I remain focusing on Ominis who looks way to focused on the task he’s doing gently stroking my cheek. I can see how the gears in his brain are turning, mulling something over. The frown on his pretty features reveals his emotions and state of mind too, milky ocean eyes set onto one spot to my left.

‘’He…’’ a hiccup along with a burp rush up my throat before I can stop it, the action not something I do in front of anyone. Shocked I stare with wide eyes as Ominis shows his surprise as well.

‘’Oh gods…’’I grumble, ending up groaning and then whining ‘’Yahhhh, Omi I’m tiredddddd.’’ My mood shifts, the events of the night catching up even past the haziness in my mind. I throw my hands in the arm draping them over his shoulders, fully leaning into him. I giggle at his stumble but quick save as he grabs me awkwardly trying to hold on.

‘’Omfff darling…’’ he huffs ‘’You know I always love your…am…touchiness but could you…’’

‘’Oh goodness me.’’ Comes our boyfriend’s exhale. I get promptly picked as if I’m a child, Sebastian pulling me into his arms with ease ‘’Your rather naughty aren’t you.’’ He shakes his head but keeps smiling in amusement ‘’Running off to a pub, singing and dancing, drinking sweet nectar without us. Letting yourself get snatched by others.’’

I raise an eyebrow at the last part but grin nonetheless ‘’I hope you don’t expect of me to be proper at all times dear lover. I’m not that kind of a gal.’’ I shrug nonchalantly the added buzz from the butterbeer making me melt into Sebastian’s arms who holds me easily ‘’But you’re aware of that already.’’ I muse seeing his amusement eyebrows quirked looking rather pleased.

Crowing our space, Ominis looks like he is a man on a mission, not missing a beat as he brings our lips together his kiss very unlike him. Cheers erupt from my friend’s table, Ominis behaviour catching others attention as frankly he is acting more so like Sebastian than himself, taking control entirely teeth biting at my lips whenever he pleases, one hand possessively holding the nape of my neck.

‘’Only we get to see the improper parts of you, MC.’’ He speaks lowly once he parts ‘’Only we get to snatch you.’’ He delivers another hard kiss ‘’Because you’re ours.’’

‘’Correct.’’ Sebastian confirms crowding against my back, both of them shielding me from the world. But it’s wrong. They’ve got it all wrong. It’s the other way around. They are both mine as much as I’m theirs. And yet we’ve fallen into the predicament of being here because the unwanted attention delivered to my boyfriends and their obliviousness of my feelings.

Even through the haze Ominis put me under, my body heating up at their bold touches in such a public space the alcohol buzzing in my veins adds fuel to my fire. I can feel ancient magic buzzing on my fingertips. Ready to take action.

‘’Say it.’’ Ominis encourages my silence stretching, big warm hands settling on my waist, Sebastian’s holding me in place by my hips rather as he nuzzles in my hair. My face hardens at their demand always needing reassurance. They are always the ones staking claim, showing of their jealousy unabashedly.

Reaching up I grasp Ominis chin directing and tilting his head downwards, aware his pretty opal eyes aren’t meeting mine, but the gesture has his attention the possessiveness that was coming out broken into a questioning rise of an eyebrow.

It takes it less time to manoeuvre and bring my right hand up, behind Sebastian’s head slipping my fingers between his locks and pulling on them hard knowing he enjoys it much more than he’ll ever admit, making him bend lower to my shoulder.

‘’You’re forgetting yourselves boys.’’ I begin my tone cool ‘’Do you need a reminder of the past few days?! How despite your claims of devotion, your attentions seem to be split onto other gals. One might not find themselves feeling so specially anymore.’’ I end up grumbling letting my emotions get the best of me the feeling of power ready to spiral over making me surge forward crushing my lips against Ominis’s first unleashing a fraction a spark if you will.

It manifests in the kiss I think but through the haziness of my mind I’m unaware and far too gone to stop as I leave the blonde breathless spinning and grabbing Sebastian roughly by his cheeks bringing him down combating his own dominance the brunette usually competing even when it comes to kissing.

And just like that, giving them a taste of my emptions dragging them in so to speak I break apart entirely, lulling to the song. Grinning pleased with events so far, I waltz over to Natty giving her a half hug at the table, mumbling about heading out her words of safety always welcomed as I grab my coat and wave at the others not turning around or waiting for my boyfriends.

‘’Ohhh. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.’’ I coo grinning with delight, easing my hips lower the slight wobble of Sebastian’s lips bringing so much joy its intoxicating. ‘’So pretty.’’ I repeat in a whisper running my hands over his biceps not in the slightest bothered over the light layer of sweat coating his skin as I run my lips and tongue over his neck tasting the slight saltiness, settling on his left side proceeding to leave blooming marks on his freckled skin.

Curiously I peek at our quiet boyfriend sitting on the other end of the couch, not letting out a sound, usually tidy blonde hair a wicked mess of strands, suiting him more-so than the properness with which he holds himself by. The rest of his clothes are gone, long milky legs bent, lithe body shuddering but not from cold oh no.

The only accessory is my tie adoring his wrists holding them together. Long slender fingers are wrapped delicately around his wand, as it sets out pulses of red frequenter than a human’s heartbeat. His usually tilted head is upright, opal galaxy eyes set towards us. The blush on his cheeks runs down his neck and chest, only a faint mark on his collarbone beginning to make an appearance. I’ll have to rectify that later our introduction short lived.

I grin with delight seeing him shifting subtly, his patience giving as seconds go by. Hmmm so close, he’s so close to giving in.

‘’Ughhhh.’’ Sebastian moans as I circle my hips, hands lifting of the couch for a moment, catching himself in the action fingers curling into fists after.

‘’Hmm that was a close one.’’ I wonder out loud, watching as he’s recollecting himself trying to hold back stretching out my time to rest my aching thighs ‘’Are you still with me, love?’’

He immediately nods but keeps his eyes closed, body in the beginning stage of the trembles. To be fair we’ve been going at it for a while my edging harsh to be frank specially for Sebastian who is the one with the shortest fuse between the three of us.

‘’My sweet, sweet Sebastian.’’ I sing acting merciful by lifting my hips a little, and dropping back onto him, slipping my arms around his neck cupping the back of his head petting his soft brown tangled mess of hair. I focus on the torture that is taking my sweet time in lowering and rising but only halfway the movement diabolical if I do say so myself.

And not only for him! Our usually frantic chase towards release has been halted entirely with great patience the pace I’ve settled on effective in its agonizing way. Biting onto my lower lip from glee I observe how his eyebrows furrow, expression twisting, muscles tensing as the trembling hasn’t subdued, the knuckles on his hands white resting near his thighs on the couch.

Slowing to a stop again he whines out loud, panting as he opens his eyes. Those pretty brown eyes of his settle over my smirking lips, expression dazed.

‘’Eyes on me handsome.’’ I encourage gently cupping his cheek, Sebastian doing so immediately as his face changes into one of pleading. Desperation. ‘’There he is.’’ I lean close giving him bunny kisses as I’ve learned they are called gently rubbing my nose side to side with his.

I shift my hand to take a hold of his chin readjusting my bent knees and legs on the couch, running my other hand down his front as I bring our mouths together happily, giving in only for a moment letting him guide us at one point.

The suave, flirt that he naturally is has been erased this evening as I have a putty boyfriend in my hands, moaning and groaning at the swipe of a tongue, his gasps and whimpers rising in tone once my hand that slid down his chest reaches the base of his hardness, feeling where we are connected. Even the thought of it seems erotic, causing me to clench around him automatically pretty brown eyes pleading me silently, the trembles endearing.

‘’Tell me how good this feels.’’

He visibly gulps as I slide my right hand onto the back of his head, grasping his hair pulling his head back as I raise until only the head of his cock rests inside me. I place my left hand on his throat not applying pressure but keeping it there as a reminder.

‘’So good…’’ he’s trying so hard to hold himself together ‘’…it’s so…aahhh g-good…’’ I lick over my lower lip dropping lower at an antagonizing slow pace ‘’Aaaaaa f-fuck…’’ he’s a stuttering mess is what he is.

‘’Is it?’’ I tease tapping the fingers on my left hand over to his shoulder, bicep, forearm, and to his trembling hand ‘’Don’t tell me you’re close, darling.’’

Prying his hand open his eyes remain on me as I give him a predatory look, bringing our now joined hands upwards directing his hand onto my hip, only needing to reach over albeit awkwardly for him to get the message his other hand following suit, the rule of keeping his hands to himself ended.

‘’Are you close??’’ I tilt my head for effect, watching as he hesitates the shudders running through him telling enough.

He ends up nodding furiously fingers digging into my skin to which I let go of his head tsking. I raise my hand up between us moving my pointing finger left and right ‘’I gave you permission to touch. Not to grip or mark me.’’ My tone lowers ‘’I’ve been nice to you. Patient. Merciful. But some things…’’ as I talk, I let my fingers run over his chest sending a glance at Ominis who has shifted legs dropped against the backrest in defeat, wand still pulsing eyes hooded and fixated on us ‘’…oh. Some things do get under my skin.’’

And just like that my mood darkens. At the hint of disobedience and the ridiculous notion of them having admirers who aren’t getting the gist that they are taken.

Wordlessly I grab Sebastian by the shoulders, digging my nails into skin his hiss low but loud in the silence of the Room of Requirement, the newly transfigured couch finally put to good use.

With a clenched jaw and new determination, a plan set in mind; game time is over. I begin to raise and fall, keeping it basic at the start as I build a rhythm. And for the first time I go against the whole ‘people pleasing’ tendency and keep the pace how I like it, fully knowing Sebastian is one for action and friction.

And yet this time around he has no choice or word in the matter. Since they’ve apparated us here from Hogsmeade thinking the night will turn into their favour things have turned upside down. Jealousy is a green-eyed monster that lingers like a pesky bee relentless in its pursuit.

‘’Ahhhhh…’’ I groan in delight finding the friction, the feeling of him inside me filling me up so satisfying, that I throw my head back closing my eyes for a moment as he squeaks at, I’m sure a painful hold from me. I switch up the pace rolling my hips like belly dancers do in my own kind of way, changing the tempo spreading my legs wider.

‘’F-fuck, MC…’’ he moans strong robust hands slipping behind my back to support me. I can feel him begin to lean forward, to which I snap back to attention, my knees proving my only anchoring point as I push against him.

The move takes him by surprise as he falls back ‘’Just imagine what would all those girls in their pretty skirts, bows in their perfectly styled hair, and fluttering eyes, rosy cheeks, think of the best dueller of Hogwarts, the unbeatable beater, the troublemaker of Slytherin at the mercy of me.’’ I all but growl the last part getting in his face, still moving my hips getting closer to him physically earning some friction against my clit against his lower belly ‘’They must be over the moon with their silly thoughts of having a strong man to take care of them, protect them. Have the perfect boyfriend.’’ I chuckle darkly ‘’They couldn’t handle the reality of you being such a good boy for me, groaning and whimpering for my touches. My pretty boy putty in my hands letting me use you however I please.’’

I raise an eyebrow in question admiring how desperately he’s trying to keep it together my words having a big effect ‘’Ah ffffuck…’’ I mewl fingers dragging down his chest for sure leaving marks ‘’Fuck you feel gooooddd…’’ I purr the built up of an orgasm in sight, the burn in my thighs causing me to temporary grind my teeth as I push through the pleasure and spiking pain.

He doesn’t seem to be minding my rougher treatment judging by the broken moans parting his glossy lips ‘’Sebastian.’’ I whisper leaning closer his eyes not leaving my own ‘’You’re mine.’’

I ground my hips against him harder than its necessary, my frustrations getting the better of me ‘’Your both mine.’’ I lean against the brunette boy turning to Ominis ‘’Ominis.’’ I call for him, the ache in my thigs beginning to present a problem the further I ride Sebastian.

Our blind boyfriend obligates eagerly moving stiffly forward, lowering his hands as he scootches closer ‘’Ominis my love.’’ I whisper and with shaky hands reach to untie the tie, letting him free not minding Sebastian’s hands as they glide over my skin to my front fingers quick to begin rolling my nipples, the added stimulation perfect.

Giving him a glance, I offer a smirk reaching for our poor neglected boyfriend who eagerly moves his right hand finding it’s place over my back, left hand holding his wand on the backrest.

‘’Kiss me.’’ I breathe out watching as the blond like a man possessed raises onto one foot, his lips finding my own with spectacular precision despite our rocking. It’s a clumsy kiss from my part I’ll admit, my focus thorn thanks to the sounds Sebastian is providing, along with his touches and the feel of him.

Ominis with the patience of a saint keeps the kiss going stepping behind me at one point, the burn in my thighs starting to hurt to the point of it being hard to ignore.

‘’I’m not going to last…MC…please…love of my life…’’ Sebastian’s slurred words have us parting ways, as I push the last bit of energy, I have into hardening the pace into the one we both love, Sebastian readjusting us sliding forward and begins to thrust taking most of the strain of me.

‘’Ah Seb…Seb…Seb…’’ I cry my body wanting to curl up desperately, tingles rising everywhere. Along with that it starts to feel hot, so melting hot and suffocating but in the best way possible both my boys’ anchors to keep me tethered to earth in a way, while at the same time absolutely destroying me, as Ominis leans over one hand sliding in between us his touch against my clit electrifying as my mind begins to shut down.

Blindly reaching behind me I successfully hold onto Ominis that is ever so accommodating his front pressing against my damp back, holding me upright as the explosion of the long-awaited orgasm washes over, leaving tingles and sparkles in its wake the serotonin that floods my whole being on another level.

It always is with them.

I smile at the sweet gentle kisses being trailed over my shoulder, the closeness proving the added temperature something I don’t usually mind. I reopen my eyes that have shut automatically, giving a look to Sebastian who lies limp against the couch. He’s in a similar state floating in his world, eyes half closed as he admires from his end thumbs rubbing circles into my thighs the trembles involuntarily as they still run through me.

Looking down a shiver runs down my spine and not only due to Ominis’s ministrations, hands exploratory in the sweetest manner. We’re still connected with Sebastian, the thought still arousing, the clenching involuntary bringing our troublemaker of a boyfriend back to life as he hisses in protest due to oversensitivity.

‘’Oh darling…’’ he begins trying to shift but gets stopped by my hands as I plant them on him pecks, pretty brown eyes gracing me again. I wordlessly lean forward observing him, the roundness of his features, freckles that dot his skin painting galaxies. He’s irresistible, in the simple way he smiles, compliments always at the ready coming from his heart. He is genuine in the way he loves someone – wholeheartedly ready to burn the entire world down if needed.

He doesn’t say anything matching me in my observation’s eyes not straying from my features. He does get distracted once I capture Ominis’ wandless right hand, guiding it upwards moving away enough to give Sebastian a hint of what I want.

Ominis breathing pattern changes as he’s waiting for what’s coming next. He trembles subtly, as Sebastian takes two of Ominis fingers into his mouth and starts to suck on them. The same two fingers that have brought me to my release.

‘’Other girlies can want you all they want. They can continue fluttering their eyes at you, or even lift their skirts…’’ I give him a pointed look as Ominis draws his fingers out, to which I deliver a gentle peck on top of his knuckles, not minding his saliva slick digits as I intertwine our hands enjoying his hug not missing his hardness against my back ‘’…but remember Sebastian…’’ I drawl his name out sensually, running my thumb over his lower lip as I close the distance encompassing his focus onto me ‘’…none of them can have you.’’ I press a peck onto his nose a whine rising from his throat ‘’You’re mine.’’

I pause once more to let my words settle ‘’Y-yours.’’ He ends up speaking without needing any prompts, my tongue darting out to lick my lower lip his eyes not missing it.

‘’Whose?’’

‘’Yours.’’ He repeats sounding surer ‘’Yours MC.’’ At my name being spoken in such a sweet manner I close the distance, keeping the kiss light but meaningful, Sebastian trying to rush it. I’m sure it’s to show his emotions, actions after all speak louder than words. I don’t let him though, biting his lower lip preventing him from taking control.

‘’Mine.’’ I confirm leaning against Ominis that has been silent tonight so far, and beyond calm ‘’And you my beloved…’’ I hum happily attempting to push myself up my legs not cooperating as I remain seated, Sebastian grunting as we’re still connected.

‘’Need a hand, MC?’’ he asks but proceeds to bend down, letting me wrap my arm around his shoulders, his hands secure wand finding its way into my hand as he flawlessly takes a hold and begins lifting me, Sebastian’s cum leaking from me a familiar sensation that I’ve gotten used to ‘’Ah there we go.’’ Confidently Ominis says pleased not at all preoccupied with the fact that he so easily trusted me with his wand.

‘’Hmmm so helpful and eager.’’ I tease dipping my head below his jaw, pressing slow kisses there savouring his clean and unmarked skin ‘’And so strong.’’ I compliment using his own wand to trace it down his other shoulder and arm as he takes a step back, chest getting flushed anew ‘’So tolerant and composed.’’ I continue with the compliments sending a glance behind him watching as the doors to my bedroom opens.

It appeared at the beginning of the year, my train of thoughts leading me to assume it accommodated me because I’ve spent to much time napping and falling asleep on the couch. That somewhat innocent thought proved wrong as I’ve not soon after finally revealed the room to my boyfriends, the bedroom providing another part of usefulness the room obviously knowing something before I was even aware of it myself. Magic is truly wonderful.

I drop my right hand over to my knee prompting him to stretch his fingers out, not cruel in denying my partner his tool of sight as I put his wand back between his fingers the pulses coming immediately back to life ‘’Handsome, handsome Ominis.’’ I sigh dreamily caressing his cheek admiring the constellations of birthmarks on his chest and face blank eyes seemingly looking right back at me ‘’Shall we get more comfortable, beloved? You’ve already proven your strength enough times.’’ I muse my heart fluttering at the smirk he gives memoires quickly playing in mind.

‘’As you wish, my heart.’’ He speaks relaxed proceeding to turn around and walk. I give a glance at a spent Sebastian that looks content half lying on the couch. I give him a come hitter motion sending him a wink, before he disappears from my sight Ominis reaching the bedroom in no time the dimly lit and mostly green and black themed room a perfect ambiance. Clearly not only my influence.

‘’You’ve waited for so long haven’t you.’’ I begin to play even pouting as I cling onto my boyfriend, letting him climb onto the queen-sized bed not bothering with the covers as he lays me in the middle of it manoeuvring himself between my legs. His member barely brushes again me, as he settles down keeping his weight on his elbows body as close to mine as he can, both hands cupping my face my smile instantaneous, as he begins touching and exploring my face his touch utmost gentle.

‘’With the beautiful sounds the two of you kept making, it was entirely worth it.’’ He happily replies, one hand going over the roundness of my cheek, the other letting his fingers trace my lips that remain in a smile.

‘’Did we? I’d rather pin this on Sebastian this evening. He was the singer and star of the show.’’ I spare a glance up at our boyfriend that is making his way closer to the bed, blush covering his cheeks, his member at half hardness.

‘’A poet of pretty sounds.’’ Ominis confirms hands once more cupping my cheeks as he looks towards Sebastian, feeling him more so than seeing him as he’s once more wandless. The faith he puts into the two of us, letting go of his wand so many times being so comfortable too is the testament of his love. It aways gives me the good type of flutters in my stomach.

‘’Divine.’’ I sing happily reaching my hand out, Sebastian gladly accepting it as he less gracefully sits on the bed, Ominis in the meantime preoccupying himself with leaving kisses on my cheek, progressing lower, hips lulling at random. Not enough to reprimand him yet.

‘’You, okay??’’ I softly inquire looking over the brunette that has been on the quieter side, prettily marked up, my handiwork still blooming over his flushed skin.

‘’Divine.’’ He teases and settles the spike of worry as he lies next to us, not touching but merely hoovering close, hands twisting around my own as I hiss in surprise Ominis teeth clamping around my left nipple.

‘’What was that for?’’ I pout at our sightless lover his nimble fingers tracing up and down my heated and flushed shin, the man clearly eager to proceed with things.

‘’Merely self-indulgence, beloved.’’ He quips the smirk not escaping me. With a tender yet firm touch I cup his chin with the pads of my fingers stopping his progression all together capturing his attention the surprise showing on his face.

‘’And who allowed you to be so bold?’’ I state running my thumb over his slightly dry lower lip while Sebastian continues holding my hand, scotching closer to us. ‘’Bertha?’’ my disapproval is evident in the way I say her name.

The look of shook on Ominis face says it all his sputtering wild in contrast to his always composed self, while Sebastian freezes.

‘’Wha…darling…Mc, that’s preposterous! Not to mention highly inappropriate of you to suggest anyone else…specially like this…you know I’m entirely devoted to you…that’s…oh Merlin, how can you…’’ its clear that he’s rushing to get out his stream of thoughts and at the same time trying to process everything.

Pulling my hand away from him he flinches at the abrupt action. I regain his focus and ease his anxiety - which didn’t go past me by the tensing of his body – by cupping the back of his head steadying him, preventing my beloved Ominis to put distance between us as I crush our lips together harder than it’s necessary, even going as far as to bite his lower lip his whines music to my ears. I reserve these sorts of ministrations for Sebastian who is the cheekiest of the two and needs to be ‘disciplined’ the nips only mellow warnings. Which of course he loves and sometimes is all to eager for, bruised lips not an issue.

To my astonishment I’m left encouraged by the way Ominis gives in his control entirely, letting me guide him however I please, not even questioning the way I tilt his head and switch the pace of our kiss. But alas as the kiss picks up, getting heated as I let my tongue dart out to taste him, it takes all of the willpower I can muster to break apart, my hurried breathing matching my lovers. Observing him as I catch my breath, he looks dazed, flushed cheeks always a good look on him the collectiveness he holds himself always under, only broken for us to see.

‘’Don’t act so scandalized, darling.’’ I growl pecking his lips to which I drop back onto the pillow my hands finding themselves on his chest ‘’You’re not yet forgiven.’’ I frown watching as his expression morphs into disorientation ‘’I’m frankly let down by the way you’re portraying yourself beloved Ominis.’’ I tsk in disapproval his head lowering as he frowns ‘’Spewing endless romance in my ear, promising forever and then setting up ‘dates’ and promising help to suddenly relevant female companions.’’

‘’Now now, Mc, you know you are twisting my words. You are well aware I’ve no wish in participation in any…’’

As I hold him at arm’s length, having forced him to sort of hoover over me with strength I didn’t know I’ve had I raise into a sitting position immediately my blood boiling, two fingers finding their way into his mouth, the choking noise un-fazing me as it comes from surprise ‘’Suck my fingers.’’ I instruct cooly his lips wrapping around my two fingers immediately, conflict still written over his expression.

‘’I’m not one for excuses, am I?’’ I ask glancing at Sebastian who with a mere nod understands what I’m implying and is up on his knee’s settling himself behind me, legs landing on either side of my own ‘’And your defiance, even if I know you’ve expressed yourself wrongly is incorrectly placed Ominis.’’ I begin to prod at his tongue that keeps daring over my digit’s ‘’You’ve both in the wrong.’’ I place my free hand onto Sebastian’s thigh and dig my nails into his flesh without putting pressure – yet.

‘’So, given your previous babbling words currently not being your strong suit or thinking…’’ I pause for effect his eyes furrowing as he gives in further hands set over my bent knees warm, expression softening ‘’…let’s put that pretty mouth and tongue to good use hm?’’ pulling my fingers out, Ominis the devil licks his lips but follows blindly – well literally – as I grasp his messy blond hair and guide his head lower, Ominis familiar with this position as he readjust on the bed, finding his way lower on his own. He doesn’t waste time or words, no sassy remark brewing. He just dives in, my breath hitching at the first kitten lick he delivers, my entire body shuddering.

‘’So pretty.’’ Sebastian comments in a low tone, hocking his chin over my shoulder enjoying the sight of our boyfriend between my thighs as much as I am, along with his touches his tongue by now tasting Sebastian’s cum.

‘’He loves it don’t you Omi?’’ I soften in my approach, beginning to brush his hair back the moans he lets out as if being delighted by the taste a massive turn on, the need to have him undone always a desire of mine ‘’Loves the taste of us.’’ I lick over my lips as the blond moans louder in confirmation, Sebastian suddenly rutting against me prompting me to dig my nails deeper.

‘’Ah sorry, Mc, I can’t help it.’’ He literally whines hands that have settled over my biceps, slipping around me as if to hold me still when he’s the one that’s already losing it, leaking anew behind my back, standing hot as he’s practically glued onto me.

‘’You can, and you will.’’ I run my nails till his knee leaving marks behind, my whole-body twitching at the way Ominis twists his tongue, my hands flying to his hair simultaneously as I hold him in place prompting him to double down on his efforts. It has me gasping for air, twitching thanks to the zaps running through me, pleasure buzzing and rising the more relentlessly he pays me attention not even coming up for air.

‘’Ah, ah, ah Omiiiii…’’ I cry out pathetically, heat hitting me tenfold thanks to the slurping noises that arise the absolute filthiness of his actions addicting.

‘’You both look and sound so fucking good.’’ Sebastian compliments keeping still as instructed, choosing to litter kisses over my neck and under my jaw, keeping it civil. I think it’s a form of mercy from his side given Ominis is destroying me, my legs beginning to shake uncontrollably as the need to cum raises, two fingers entering me only raising the stakes higher. The feel of them both surrounding me their scents filling my nose and senses, touches grounding has sanity taking a back seat, the need to have control spilling through my fingers, as they begin to topple my world over.

Unlike usually having free reign to flail as much as I need to, Sebastian holds me firmly against him even hocking his feet over my calves grounding me further leaving me to Ominis to devour. And devour does he, bringing a pleasant but sparkly wave to wash over me, like a cool blanket soothing my shaky limbs that still have a mind of their own even once I’m startled from the brief haze by lips pecking my lips.

Blinking my eyes open I catch as Ominis is directing his attention to a silent Sebastian their lips and tongues locked. In any other situation I’d be happily watching their display the way that our brunette boyfriend licks at Ominis’ chin even. It’s addictive the two of them together, seeing how they fit so well together.

Reaching between us, Ominis breaks away with a hiss of surprise as my fingers wrap around his hot and leaking cock, the pressure I apply a bit mean, but he deserves it, quick to part ways head hung down arms shaky as he holds himself upwards.

‘’Oh. Shame.’’ I tut running my left hand down his lighter skin, marks standing out immediately ‘’But bad boys don’t deserve rewards. Or privileges as such.’’ To make my point I tighten my hold on the base of his manhood, Ominis falling onto his elbows face being buried between my breasts, Sebastian’s arms reaching out to catch our sightless boyfriend, as I begin moving my hand torturously slow over him.

‘’Not ones that flirt with other girls. Give into silly ideas, when up until now they were reclusive.’’ I grab the back of Ominis blond hair bringing his head up, his eyes half open as I hover close ‘’You’re no foolish man beloved. Her intentions aren’t pure.’’ I lean in, to bite onto his lower lip, ignoring the whine that trembles out of his throat ‘’To give so much attention…’’ I sigh deeply as he readjusts his arms on either side of us ‘’You are mine.’’ I glare at him, feeling that with a snap of a finger I could set the world on fire ‘’You’ve been mine the moment your pretty lips touched mine.’’ I let go of his manhood letting my thumb run over his lower lips watching his tongue dart out tasting himself.

‘’You’ve belonged to me since our first meeting in front of the Undercroft.’’ I whisper rising his head watching as his Adams apple bops, my lips kissing first there ‘’Despite your stubbornness and denial you’ve always been meant to be here.’’ I pause as I suck a mark into his neck knowing I can’t hold back forever but am intent on marking both of them more than its necessary ‘’Right here. Between my legs, beloved.’’ I smirk in satisfaction left hand this time taking a hold of him his hips jerking forward causing me to shush him as if he’s a frightened animal.

‘’A proper gentleman raised, pristine and bloody perfect huh?’’ I taunt guiding the head of his dick to my entrance sliding it up and down, loving every sound that comes from both as Sebastian has always been vocal ‘’To think I’d have you be so obedient in my arms, eager to lick away another man’s cum, tasting your own. eagerly so doing anything I wish for. Oh, how scandalous.’’ I laugh watching in delight as a new flush raises over his constellation filled skin, the tremble in his lips adorable.

‘’Absolutely devious.’’ I whisper positioning him at my entrance, pulling him flush against me a gentle nudge oh my hand, getting him going as he begins entering me ‘’Ah there we go.’’ I encourage leaning my head back against Sebastian my muscles singing in relief as I’ve unconsciously held myself taunt this entire time.

‘’Feels good?’’ Sebastian asks politely pressing a kiss to my temple his presence welcomed, even if he’s radiating heat basically.

‘’Meant for me.’’ I sigh happily, finding Sebastian’s hand in the meantime guiding it over to Ominis’ chest where his heart is ‘’Both of you. My boys.’’

Ominis jerks his hips I’m sure involuntary. He’s not used to needing to hold himself back and pay to my whims to much – no let me rephrase that. He has not been on the receiving end of my whims as much.

‘’Yours.’’ Ominis finally finds his voice eyes transfixed onto me as if he can see right through me, his brows twisted as he looks pleadingly but at the same time sorry ‘’Yours Mc. I’m yours. Yours only, okay? We are yours.’’ He rambles rushing his words this time around cupping my cheeks.

I can see he wants to say so much more something plaguing him which is holding him back. That’s why I wrap my legs around his thighs both of us groaning in relief as he sinks deeper, stretching me further as he’s slightly longer than Sebastian our brunette lover girthier in size.

‘’Only mine.’’ I agree letting go of the ‘reigns’ for now, holding onto Sebastian as Ominis begins a rhythm savouring our contact in a sense, rolling his hips in an artful manner. It’s a joke we always fool around with Sebastian at how gracious Ominis is even in bed, taking things to another levels unlike the two of us being clumsy ogres most of the time.

‘’Ahhhhhhh…’’ I mewl as he shifts on his knees changing the angle, the sneaky snake – it’s an affectionate term – changing things up as he stops playing around, his skin hitting against mine firmer. By distracting me the devilish man dives in for a kiss, hungry in his need to gain some control.

The cheekiness of his actions has me giggling even into his display of passion.

‘’Oh, mercy me. That laughter is not as carefree as it sounds.’’ Sebastian taunts his hands finding their way onto my breasts to kneed them readjusting us accordingly to Ominis as he stands on his knees looming over us, a moment of respite enabling me to catch my breath.

‘’You wound me, dove.’’ Ominis declares hands exploring the outside of my legs grasping my knee’s the muscles of my calves.

‘’It would take a lot more effort and intent to wound you, beloved. We all know your words are empty.’’ I grin cockily not even letting out a sound as he grips the back of my knees and raises my legs bending me in half ‘’Hmm, but a man fulfilling his promises…that is something I’ve always valued.’’

He snorts at that a mischievous smirk drawing itself upon his lips ‘’Need to prove and show you, how much I love you.’’ As if to prove his point he thrust all of the sudden, the quickness and roughness catching me of guard, Sebastian’s hold once more capturing me ‘’How much, I appreciate you. How much you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.’’ With each sentence he pulls out and thrust back in, his movements calculated and precise the strength he’s using something new.

‘’Not enough.’’ I muse rising an eyebrow ‘’Given I had to remind you of your place.’’ I bite back Ominis getting serious, the cushions of his slender fingers digging into my flesh. He leans forward bending me further so, the position nothing new but still somewhat challenging as I keep myself composed despite the different type of pressure, he’s putting me under.

‘’My place has been carved into you dove.’’ The innuendo and lightness of his tone has me smirking wildly this man truly making me crazy and always for new different reasons.

Without needing further instructions or permission, Ominis with animalistic strength to call it lightly takes charge, hips fluid and firm as he starts fucking me properly. His pace is unrelenting, remarkable as if he is a musician the tempo not missing a beat or faltering.

Its rather a lot to take in specially after cumming twice already. My thirst for both of my boyfriend is a cup never full but by the gods this is taking everything out of me. For once I’m grateful to be held down as I am because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself otherwise. I give in easily with letting my mouth run free, all kinds of noises spurring both of them on, evident in the way Sebastian has been rutting against me, Ominis pretty lips turning into a cocky smirk if only for a moment.

The wave of a rather thunderous orgasm rumbles to life from 0 to 100 taking my breath away. I go with the current of it thought, trembling convulsing letting it overtake every corner of my brain with the thoughts of my boys, Ominis touches firm and controlled, Sebastian’s kisses and words of praise clouding my mind deliciously so.

I barely feel but feel it nonetheless the way Ominis begins to stumble his confidence and persona of steel giving out as his always controlled expression breaks into one of want, and despair breath escaping him as well as his chest raises and falls quickly. And yet he never stops moving.

My world falls apart in quick progression once fingers come in contact with my throbbing clit the extra touch unexpected that words fail me, as I’m being hurdled over the edge the waves of pleasure not as intense as it seemed to be at first but rather pleasant and long-lasting leaving me disoriented, even with Ominis cumming and lying down on top of me again breathing raged, skin sweaty and warm to the touch.

I try blinking away the fuzziness in my sight, tired arms barely able to raise as I push his hair from his eyes knowing he dislikes the feeling of it. It’s hard to gather my mind at first as I’m startled by Sebastian’s kisses over my jaw, the area feeling ticklish making me twist in his hold the giggles he lets out adoring as he holds the both of us. He’s still a furnace behind me.

‘’I gotta admit…’’ I begin my voice coming out as if I’ve woken from a nap ‘’…you are very comfortable to rest on.’’

‘’Firm and cuddly.’’ Sebastian confirms making me hum as he delivers an obnoxiously loud kiss to my cheek making me grimace but with a smile ‘’What? Don’t tell me you’ve had your full of affection for the day.’’

Looking up right to see him peek at me he spares me a brilliant smile as I admire his features, pretty eyes full of sparks of life in the darkness of the room ‘’I could never have enough of you.’’

Excitedly he leans in meeting me halfway in the chase kiss he initiates, Ominis in the meantime groaning as I move to get more comfortable probably dislodging him enough to protest.

‘’I for one don’t find you that comfortable, Sebastian.’’ Our blonde boyfriend comments having captured our attention. He leans up giving a sweet kiss to my cheek his right hand moving around the side of the bed, prompting Sebastian to move over in search for our boyfriends mysteriously disappeared wand.

‘’Hobwash.’’ I point out even as he separates himself from me, pulling out the mess between my legs not feeling pleasant as my body is lowering in temperature thanks to the seizure of our activities ‘’You love it as much as I do. Cuddling is the best cure for anything and everything. Evidently in you two sleeping together at the dorms so you cannot deny it beloved.’’ I cheerfully announce letting Ominis bring my legs together, expectantly reaching out his hand.

Glancing up it’s as if they’ve telepathically talked as Sebastian comes up with Ominis’ wand, mine appearing in his hand as well to my surprise as I lie against the bed on my own.

‘’Don’t need to fight over me love’s there’s plenty of me to go around.’’ Sebastian cockily fires back, casting a cleaning spell. It not being the same as taking a shower or a bath but its proficient in its nature as it does the job to remove the mess.

‘’Hm I’d be careful about those words.’’ Ominis hums in thought his wand pulsing red, hand landing to rest over my left tight as Sebastian proceeds to clean him as well.

‘’That’s why you got in trouble in the first-place you oaf.’’ I grumble arms that I’ve had outstretched above me against the cool sheets, grasping a pillow which I fling at the brunette, rolling onto my front intent on crawling up the bed.

‘’Oh no you don’t.’’ Sebastian is quick to pounce hands splayed over my back as he pushes me flat onto the bed ‘’No running away sweetheart!’’ boyishly he exclaims ‘’Come Ominis hold her steady.’’ He encourages my curiosity making me turn to an unfazed Ominis who proceeds to move up the bed untucking the covers ‘’Ominis!!!’’

‘’How are you so lively Sebastian, it’s around 4 in the morning.’’ He complains looking towards us incredulously ‘’Merlin’s beard. You’d think after all that happened, you’d take it easier.’’

I agree with him on that, attempting to get up to get under the covers myself but Sebastian has other plans suddenly climbing over me keeping his weight half of me, pressing me into the bed, nonetheless.

‘’I am! I’m preventing our little dove from escaping.’’ He counters quite roughly moving and pushing me towards the centre of the bed once more, successful in the way he pulls the covers from underneath me, settling us down way to eagerly as he plasters himself onto my now right side having flipped me over, Ominis slightly cooler touch finding my left hand first.

‘’I wasn’t going to escape.’’ I whine in defeat turning to him ‘’I was going to settle down too.’’ I give him a look as his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink ‘’You really are trouble, Seb.’’ I sigh sounding defeated but offer a reassuring smile as he relaxes resting his cheek against my shoulder, pressing himself as close as he can comfort a bit on the downside which I’m not really complaining about having gotten used to him hogging up all the space. He is an affectionate man I’ve learned it the hard way.

‘’Not always.’’ He defends himself to which I give a kiss onto the top of his head looking over to Ominis that remains rather civil, the distance he has put between us for my sake. I’ve learned to read his micro expressions.

‘’That is correct. Sometimes Ominis is a fool to.’’ I tease pulling onto his hand, watching as he gasps dramatically giving me a stern look all the while scotching closer.

‘’Such vile name calling Mc. I may be a bit of a knobhead sometimes, but a fool is not a word to describe me with.’’ He’s quick to retort, arm finding its way over Sebastian over me.

‘’A tosser then.’’ Sebastian quips to which I deliver a gentle tap on his head.

‘’A man overtaken with certain emotions that are hard to contain.’’ I narrow my eyes staring at the ceiling of the room, magic having painted it in green and blue shades, gold drawn constellations prettily stretched across the entirety of the ceiling.

‘’Love is dangerous.’’ Sebastian mumbles his agreement having stopped fidgeting.

‘’Brings men to their knees.’’ Ominis adds sighing, tiredness catching up to him.

‘’Brings men to do foolish things.’’ I smile taking my boys in, letting myself feel how warm they are how their holds are protective yet tender ‘’Turns logic into madness.’’ I continue running my hand over Sebastian’s back who is on the verge of sleep, Ominis not faring better as I scratch his scalp just the way he likes ‘’Has innocent gestures be seen through an extreme lens of the green-eyed monster.’’ I sigh to myself peeking at the blooming marks I’ve left all over them, already hearing their complaints in my mind about them in a few hours.

Good. They will serve as a reminder of this night. And remind them that their jealousy even though petty at times and thrown around like tantrums don’t compare to my own emotions. I’ve gone soft tonight compared to what I’d do with a completely sober mind. The buzz of bravery thanks to the fire whiskey had me acting instead of biding time.

But there’s always tomorrow as they say.

And with these two knuckleheads I’m sure they won’t mind a replay.

After all. They are mine. My boys.

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Raven Eyes

Summary: Half-Demon and half-angel, the reader struggles to control her outbursts of anger. Until she meets someone who makes her blood boil in a whole other way. She searches for her half-sister, Claire, with the help of the Winchester brothers and finds that, maybe, being human isn't all bad.

Requested by @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld : “Hey can i request a Dean or Sam Winchester x reader where the reader is a Nephalem (half angel half demon) and super powerful because Nephalem are the most powerful hybrid and Dean or Sam fall in loved with her because she is so sweet, shy, etc and in the end they end together? With smut is you want to added"

Pairing: Dean x Nephalem!reader

Word Count: 11,913

Rating: mature 18+ MDNI

Warnings: not canon, language, mature themes, reverse age gap (kind of), violence/blood (gun, biting, restraints - Claire is tied to a chair), smut (p in v, unprotected sex), brief mention of body insecurity, injury, nightmares, maybe some anger control issues, angst, a little pining, kissing/cuddling, reader has one defining characteristic (raven eyes), star wars trilogy spoilers? (brief mention), mention of Sam and Dean slash fiction

A/N: This really got away from me, especially the word count, lol. The reader has both sweet/shy moments and bold/sassy ones; but I thought it was a good mix of energy for an angel/demon hybrid. Enjoy!

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Ugh...

You kicked the empty can under your foot down the dark alleyway. It landed in a puddle with a splash and you growled and kicked the glass bottle next. It shattered against the brick wall at the dead end, scattering into a myriad of pieces that rippled the top of the same puddle.

Finally, that felt great.

You just needed to break something. So, you did it again, lining up the next beer bottle. This one, full and unopened. You'd brought it outside with you from the bar you were currently venting behind.

Alcohol did little to nothing for you, you were pretty sure the only buzz you ever got off it could be chalked up to a placebo effect.

The bottle hit the wall, popped, and fizzed as it streamed down the bricks. The amber liquid staining a trail to the pavement below. It was somewhat satisfying, but... you wanted to break more shit.

So much more.

It was the demon’s blood in you, the urge to create chaos and torment just for fun. Although, ninety percent of the time it lost out to the half of you that was part angel.

You didn't want to be evil and you didn't want to be good. You were all shades of grey and that was fine because you knew exactly who you were. Sort of.

You were a Nephalem; half-demon, half-angel.

Yeah, your parents were a piece of work. Try growing up in that household. Literal definition of having an angel on one shoulder and a devil -or in this case, a demon- on the other.

But opposites attract, right.

You never really fit in. As a child or now as an adult. Not with your father's angelic colleagues or your mother's demonic friends. You were one of a kind.

'Unique. Unlike any other.' Your father would tell you.

'Powerful. A force to be reckoned with.' Your mother would say.

You loved them, your parents. Even if they drove you nutty and pulled at your limbs like some savage game of tug-o-war. Castiel and Meg had good intentions but you needed to stand on your own two feet for the first time.

So, here you were hanging out in the back alley of some highway dive off to the side of some two-star motel. Popping the cork on your own internal bottle of frustrations. The blood in your veins could only be shaken so much before you lost control and that was the point of breaking shit.

To calm your nerves and it usually worked, but not tonight. Tonight was different.

Your -sort of- half-sister, Claire, called you up for some help on a case she was working on. Fucking werewolves. She needed back up but when you arrived you couldn't find her. Anywhere!

When you asked the greasy bartender if he'd seen her and showed him her picture on your phone, all he said was 'I wish I had, damn'. Then he proceeded to shake out his hand as if he'd touched something hot and made a crude face with a little wink added in your direction... you almost ripped his face off right there, but there were too many witnesses.

A waitress flirting with some guy with more hair than a barbie doll and some guys playing pool; one of them obviously hustling the others. He was kinda cute actually -had a nice smile, short dirty-blonde hair and a scruff on his jaw that was way too trimmed to be natural- but you weren't here for that.

You had to find Claire.

You fisted your hands until your fingernails dug into your palms and bleed. Then hissed and watched the skin stitch itself back together under the orange flood lights of the alleyway.

That helped a little. The pain. You did it again, satisfying the demon within and hissing out a breath at the sharp sting each nail made as they buried into your flesh. Then. You breathed in and out like your father taught you. Slow and steady.

Inhale: one, two, three... Exhale: one, two, three...

Then repeat as many times as it takes to appease the angelic grace entwined within your soul.

When your blood was at war it felt like the epic internal battle of a Jedi struggling with the force -you had forced your father, Cas, to watch the recent Star Wars trilogy with you a couple of days before you left to meet Claire and really connected to the Kylo Ren/Ben Solo character and his dilemma of whether to embrace the pull to the light or give into the dark side- but a nephalem didn't have that choice. The only solution was to embrace it all, whatever murky shade of grey that turned out to be. But there were times you still struggled with it, times you wished you had more control over your heart and mind.

Times like now with that fucking bartender. Who even has frosted tips anymore, seriously?! What a douche.

He knew something and he wasn't telling you, you could hear his heart beat just a fraction quicker when he lied.

You let out a frustrated howl and kicked at the puddle, splashing and jumping until your boots and pant legs were soaked. You growled and fisted your hair in your hands and pulled. Frustrated to no end.

"Now that's a losing battle, if I ever did see one." Said a husky voice and you spun around to nothing but shadows behind you at the mouth of the alley.

What? "Who said that?"

"Don't get me wrong, that was entertaining as hell but that puddle's always going to be a puddle." A man stepped out of the shadows with a twisted smirk. "Unless you have the right tools... Maybe a mop and bucket." Oh, he thinks he's funny. You didn't laugh, you glared and he stepped directly under the flood light near the rear door. He pumped his eyebrows once and rubbed the trimmed scruff on his chin. "Geez, tough crowd. Why you so pissy, squirt?"

"Fuck off." Your guard was up.

"Big language for such a little girl. You're trouble, aren't you?" He said with a deep laugh. He fucking laughed. And took a step closer when you didn't respond. "You kiss your momma with that mouth?"

"My mother would rip you to shreds just for sneaking up on me."

Seriously, how'd he do that? You were usually hyper aware of your surroundings... but you were also in your head, duelling it out.

He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your wet jeans sticking to your calves. His tongue teased his bottom lip and he met your stare again. You scowled knowing exactly what he was thinking and crossed your arms in front of your chest to obstruct his view.

"You got some fire in you, squirt."

Screw you, pretty boy.

"Call me, squirt, one more time. I. Dare. You." You said through clenched teeth and stepped out of the puddle, bringing you chest to chest with this man.

Okay, maybe chest to chin -you still had to look up at him- but you weren't as small as he made you sound, at least you didn't think so. But one thing was for sure, you were a lot older than you looked, probably older than him... but you were kind of immortal too, so there was that.

You looked near the same age though, for what it's worth, and you felt young. Out from under your parents' -hypothetical for the most part- wing for the first time. No more babysitter.

He looked amused, "Okay, little trouble. Wanna tell me what's got your feathers in a fluff?"

"The hell do you care?"

His expression turned emotionless like a poker face, "Maybe I don't." Then he smiled, "Or maybe, I do."

You knew where you'd seen him before now, playing pool inside, "How'd you do with your little side hustle?"

"Oh, I cleaned up," he smirked, he saw you watching him inside. "I'm Dean, by the way... Winchester. And you are?" He asked, keeping his arms crossed against his chest and mirroring you.

"Leaving," you said quietly and unintentionally shoving your shoulder into his as you walked for the exit of the alley.

Fucking Dean Winchester. You knew exactly who he was, you just didn't know what he looked like, until now. Your father warned you to stay away. Said he was the type to shoot first and ask questions later and if he found out you were a nephalem, that's exactly what he'd do.

"Hold up a second, squirt." He called as he jogged after you and grabbed your arm.

Dean yanked you back and you spun around, twisting out of his hold. You smacked him in the chest and he shoved back into the brick wall. Hard. You always forget how fragile humans were, you didn't spend much time with them after all.

He huffed like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. His eyes wide and watching you. Yeah, you were strong as hell and that was only ten percent. You felt a little bad for the poor guy but he did ask for it. You clearly wanted to be left alone.

"I told you not to call me that!" You growled, pointing your finger in his face. "I don't have time for this."

"Why? Got some mailboxes to knock over?" He teased and rubbed his chest when you backed off. "Oh, please tell me you're gonna spray paint obscene doodles on the billboard across the street... I'll help. Need a lookout?"

If he was flirting, it wasn't landing and if he was teasing, it was pissing you off. You weren't some teenager tagging billboards, even if that jackass CEO, Dick Roman, deserved it. You didn't know why, you just didn't like him or his cheesy smile, but he'd get his, they usually do.

"What do you want?" You huffed at him, glancing down at his hands just in case.

You heard the stories of the Winchester brothers. They weren't opposed to sucker punches, especially with an angel blade. Even if an angel blade could hardly hurt you, your mother trained you to always be prepared, vigilant.

"You were asking around about a blonde girl, Claire Novak, I'm a friend of hers. Actually, more like a big brother and I haven't been able to reach her." He confessed and took a step forward, then another and another until you were the one backed up against the opposite wall of the alleyway. "What do you want with her?"

For a human, you had to admit, he was fucking intimidating. His eyes hooded, nostrils flared and you felt his hand fist the collar of your t-shirt. You could easily push him off if you wanted but the brush of his knuckles over your collarbone made your knees knock together and you practically swallowed your tongue.

The feuding blood in your veins quieted as your heart beat a little faster and sweat broke out across your skin. Your lips fell open and you just stared up at him. At a loss for words.

Was this what it was like to feel... human? Desire? Vulnerability?

But you weren't vulnerable, not physically, your power outmatched that of a nephilim. Nephilim had the inconvenience of having to be half-human where that half of you was all demon. Pure darkness and indignation.

Being a nephalem wasn't easy. Especially being the only one ever known to exist. You had to carve your own path.

You had a conscience about the bad things you did and a will to do good, but nothing was ever that simple. You'd do a good deed to appease the angel grace pumping in your veins but it would always turn out sideways. And when you did something bad -perhaps out of selfishness and greed- you'd feel bad.

Demons had it easy. Do what you want, when you want. Angels had it even better though, their good always turned out good. Despite the fact that not all angels were all that good and not all demons were all bad.

If they couldn't figure it out with one blood line, how would you?

You felt like you were constantly at battle with yourself. But, at least, you weren't human.

Compared to the man in front of you, he was like a fly. A gnat. And you'd toy with him for a bit if he could keep making you feel this way.

Calm.

The crimson waters in your veins were quiet -for the first time in sooo long- and all you had to do was look into his eyes. They were hooded in the darkness of the night but you felt it, his soul staring back at you. You often wondered if you had a soul.

Probably, everything else seemed to have one.

Perhaps, not everything about being human was terrible. It beat the hell out of the internal anguish, always fighting with yourself, always angry. And suddenly you never wanted Dean to leave. Even if your father did warn you about him.

Maybe humans were powerful after all. Maybe, it was just this one human.

You grabbed his wrist above his watch -his fist still clutching your collar- and exhaled over his lips, only an inch away from yours. His breathing turned sharp too and you smelt whiskey on his breath. Peach whiskey. You gave him a cheeky smile.

That was a chick's drink.

"Why are you looking for Claire?" He repeated, his eyes somehow darker in the shadow of the night.

"She's my friend," you lied, continuing to pretend he had you right where he wanted you.

It was really the other way around.

"You're friends?"

You nodded, "Yeah, some people have those."

You kind of wished Castiel had told Dean about you. It wouldn't come as such a surprise then. Maybe you could hide it, though, and tag along to find your sister. It could be fun to watch the brothers in action. Plus, everything was so quiet around him. Even in his intensity and you didn't want it to stop.

"Claire doesn't have friends." He stated.

"She has at least one."

He didn't need to know that you were kind of related to Claire, just that you didn't mean her any harm. Most of the time. Sometimes she pissed you off and sometimes you pissed her off.

"Wait, friend as in 'friend'?" He said as if he used air quotes but he didn't let go of your shirt collar to actually make them.

What the hell else did 'friend' mean? -Ohhhh... good for Claire. But gross, she was your sister. You had flashbacks to reading fanfics of Sam-slash-Dean online. Your father told you to stay away, but you were curious and although it may not have proven for the most serious intel on the boys, the stories were captivating.

You scrunched up your face and stared at him. You couldn't tell him you were sisters. So, you just shook your head.

Dean laughed, "Huh, didn't know that kid could stop pissing people off for a second long enough to make a friend."

You nodded but frowned when he released your shirt collar and took away his hand. If you had wanted him to back off, you would've made him. You kept a hold of his wrist.

"Let go, little devil."

If only he knew how ironic that nickname was. You were the daughter of a demon not Lucifer but, same diff; it was close enough.

You let him go. You didn't want to, but you did.

"Do you know where she is?" You asked, both wanting to keep the conversation going and needing the answer.

"Nope. Was hoping you did."

"The bartender knows something." You mumbled.

You breathed a heavy breath, letting the anger from before defuse a little as it tried to resurface. No losing control this time. Your parents weren't here to help you this time. No cleaning up any messes. You were on your own. Like you wanted.

"Let's go talk to him, then." Dean grinned and patted your shoulder.

His hand slid down to the small of your back as he led you back around to the entrance of the bar. Every ounce of anger flushed away with his touch and you no longer felt that inch of demon blood in your veins.

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Dean wiped the blood from his knuckles with a rag from the trunk of a shiny black muscle car parked in the lot. You stood next to him and watched stoically as he did so. He glanced up at you and mistook your awe for fear.

"I'm sorry. I should've warned you when someone messes with my family, I get-" He started in a soft voice but cut himself off before he could finish. "Just sometimes, things get... messy."

Messy?! He beat the ever-loving hell out of that bartender when the guy hit on you again and evaded all your questions... Until he didn't.

Dean was just as fucked up as you were. He was angry and at war with himself, constantly, you could see it. You saw that look in the mirror all the time. He took the bloodiest route to being good. He was all shades of grey, just like you. And you had to admire how much he cared about the people he thought of as family.

"Don't ever let a man disrespect you like that." He locked eyes with you.

Something different in his gaze this time. Warmer and intense. Too intense, you had to look away.

You never did let guys get away with it, but you couldn't exactly go all super-girl on the bartender's ass either with Dean watching, now could you? Super-girl was a hero, though... You weren't the villain but you weren't the heroine either. Maybe an anti-hero, actually? Like Ben Solo? You could live with that.

"So, what now?" You asked, sitting on the edge of the open trunk next to him. "We go to this Haden-guy's cabin in the woods? Sounds like a trap."

The bartender said Claire had her eye on some regular guy all night but never talked to him. Though, she did leave right after he did. That was the only lead we had since this shit-hole had no working security cameras.

"Exactly, that's why we're gonna get Sammy first." He said, tossing the bloody rag into the trunk and securing the hidden hatch shut after pulling out a case of silver bullets.

Sammy, his little brother, you knew as much about the boys as every other demon or angel. You just didn't know how being around Dean would affect you.

"Where's Sam?"

Dean gave you a half smirk and a little shrug of his shoulders, then he winked at you. And what the hell did that mean?

Oh wait, you suddenly remembered seeing a walking L'oreal-ad-of-a-man, matching Sam's description, flirting with the waitress before stomping out to the back alley to have your little temper tantrum like a child. You blew off steam though without hurting anyone so you weren't embarrassed. That was a win in your book.

"I'll go get him, you wait here." Dean said, cocking his freshly loaded gun with silver bullets and tucking it into the back of his jeans. "Don't disappear on me, little devil."

You smiled, actually starting to like that nickname as you watched him walk towards the motel across the parking lot. He knocked on room number sixteen and waited a long moment before he pounded harder on it.

You stretched out your legs and pushed up from the edge of the trunk but something kept your ass in place. Like you were frozen, sort of, you could only move further into the trunk.

Something was wrong.

You glanced back quickly before Dean could notice you struggling to stand up like an ordinary human. You twisted in your seat but there was nothing unusual in the trunk, then you looked up at the lid.

Fucking hell.

There was a demon trap on the upside of the trunk lid. You glanced back at Dean who was now striding back towards you on bowed legs.

Shit. You twisted your arm above you and scratched at the edge of the trap. Glad that the front of the car was facing Dean instead of the back.

"He'll be out in a minute," Dean said, rounding the back of the Impala just as you snapped up from your seat and slammed the lid shut. He narrowed his eyes on you, "Everything all right?"

"Yeah, peachy." You dusted off the back of your black skinny jeans ungracefully.

"O-kay," he stared at you for a moment as you shifted from heel to heel, "Get in the car."

You walked around to his side of the car, knowing Sam probably had dibs on the passenger seat and opened the rear door. You hesitated and looked inside, checking for more demon traps.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked and you noted Sam exiting the motel room, he walked towards you as he buttoned up his blue flannel and straightened his jeans. "Don't tell me you're scared?"

"Hardly," you said unconvincingly and crawled into the backseat when you didn't see any reason not to.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, Baby here is stocked up like a tank, we can take whatever's waiting for us. Trust me."

He was cocky, wasn't he, but it made you laugh. He had even more artillery than he thought, with you around.

Dean shut the door behind you and dumped himself into the driver's seat, Sam joining only moments later.

"Uh, hi?" Sam said to you, half turned in his seat.

"Hi," you waved shyly.

He was a lot bigger in person. The top of his head nearly hit the roof and his hair was gorgeous and thick. You played with the ends of your hair, wishing you had less split ends. Maybe you should cut it. Also, what kind of all powerful nephalem still gets split ends?! Talk about unfair.

"She's a friend of Claire's." Dean said, revving up the engine and peeling off down the road.

You didn't know how he knew where he was going. You didn't look at any maps with him. Maybe they'd been here longer than you and already surveyed the area? Claire probably called them too, you didn't have a cell phone and relied on her praying to you when she needed you. She didn't always trust you'd show up and she wouldn't have told them about you.

"Does 'the friend of Claire's' have a name?"

Sam asked his brother and side eyed you.

"Yeah, of course she does."

"And?" Sam inquired.

Dean hesitated and chewed his lip as he glanced at you in the rearview mirror. He never asked. "What's your name, little devil?"

Sam screwed up his face and mouthed 'little devil' dubiously to himself. You guessed it wasn't a typical nickname he gave women.

"Y/N."

You didn't give a last name. You supposed you didn't really have one. Castiel and Meg could never settle on one long enough.

"Y/N," Dean repeated in his deep voice. It felt like wings in your stomach to hear him say your name. "You don't look like a Y/N."

"Well, it's the only name I got." You snapped, a little hurt. You liked your name, it was the only thing your parents ever truly agreed on.

Dean chuckled and glanced back in the mirror again. "You’re cute when you're frustrated, Y/N."

The dork was teasing you. He either thought he was funny or flirting, you couldn't tell which. Maybe both, you didn't like it. It was new territory for you. You didn't often bother with humans, but Dean was different. He was a lot like you in many ways and he was -mostly- adorable. When he wasn't intentionally trying to be annoying.

You blushed -first time that ever happened- and kept quiet for the rest of the drive. Dean explained to Sam what you were about to walk in on and they already seemed to know it was werewolves so you didn't bother to pipe up.

The woods were dark and the sound of wind eerily howled through the treetops. You'd have shivered if you were scared at all but you couldn't be harmed, not really. Someone would really have to get the drop on you for that to happen. And what else was there to be scared of?

You only worried about Dean. It was nice having him around. You realized now why your father liked him so much. You didn't know Sam all that well, though and he kept giving you ‘off’ glances as if he was trying to figure you out. As if he knew you were hiding something.

Barbie doll was too smart for his own good.

"Here, take this?" Dean said, shoving a silver gun in your hands after he'd parked down the road from Haden's cabin.

"Uh-" you held it between your forefinger and thumb, as if you really didn't want to hold it. You never used a gun before. You never had to and you rather not. "I'm good, thanks."

You tried to hand it back to him before it went off. As if it was that touchy. He just stared at you confused.

"You need something to defend yourself. You have done this before, right? Hunting? You're a hunter?"

"Yeah, totally!" You over sold it.

Sure, you hunted before, but you used your powers and let’s face it, nothing was ever a challenge. Even a pack of werewolves couldn't take you. You could fight and hold your own but you never needed a gun.

But how could you tell Dean that?

You stared at the gun, still holding it in the air between you and he sighed, "Here, hold it like this."

Dean stalked behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You felt his chest on your back and you leaned back into him. Looking over your shoulder at his face next to yours. He let out a single puff of air, amused, and turned your head forward again with his hand on your chin.

His scruff brushed your cheek as he lined up the gun in both of your hands in front of you. You smelt sweet peaches on his breath again and melted in his arms as much as you could without him really noticing.

"Finger off the trigger. This hand-" he grabbed your non-dominant hand and wrapped it around the other already gripping the gun, "-goes here. Keep your thumb there." He pointed to the switch next to your thumb, "Safety's on," he switched it off, revealing a red dot in its place, "Off. Line up this point with this one." He pointed out the sights of the gun. "Never point it at anyone you don't plan on shooting. Got it?"

"Got it," you breathed.

Dean switched the safety back on and let you get used to the feel of it in your hands. You could use this hunk of metal one time, you guessed.

If a human could then why not? You were superior in every way. Super-powered anti-hero in human disguise to the rescue!

It was quiet outside in the woods as you inched towards the cabin. And before you knew it, you were inside searching for signs of Claire when you heard the boys bashing around in the other room. Grunting and smashing into things. Glass breaking and shots firing.

You had split up and with no sign of Claire you made your way back to them to help out. Finding Dean pinned by three werewolves while Sam fought off one with another on his back trying desperately to bite his neck.

The pack was bigger than the boys anticipated. And brawling.

You didn't expect aiming the gun to be so difficult and after missing the first couple shots -hitting the drywall in front of Sam and scaring the shit out of him, which he showed with a glare in your direction and a shout of 'Stop helping!'- you aimed again. At the werewolf on Sam's back and shut your eyes.

You squeezed the trigger fast three times then listened as a body fell to the floor.

Thump.

You grit your teeth together, hoping and praying and peeled open your eyes.

Sam was still standing. Thank granddad. Dean would've hated you for friendly fire. You aimed at the werewolves standing over Dean next and emptied the rest of the clip into them.

They fell to the floor and Dean fought off the last one as Sam finished off the other.

Then things were silent again.

"Holy shit! Good shootin', little devil." Dean laughed and fell against the wall to catch his breath.

Sam just clenched his jaw and glared at you.

What was his problem? Did he know you closed your eyes? You aimed better that way anyways.

"Where's Claire?" Sam grunted and rubbed his neck where the werewolf had tried to bite him. But his hand was covered in blood, "Dammit."

"What?" Dean asked, standing tall and glancing at Sam's hand. "You're bit?... Sammy?!"

Dean's hands were in his hair and he spun around on his heel in disbelief. Then stalked over to his brother and pulled aside Sam's shirt collar.

"No. Fuck, no!" Dean shouted and punched the wall next to them.

Then he threw the only lamp left standing across the room. It shattered in his fit of rage and he pulled down the bookcase for good measure.

You set down your gun and padded over to Sam. Sam, eyeing you the whole time with zero trust in his stare. You popped up on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his shoulders to whisper in his ear.

"Close your eyes."

Sam furrowed his brow while Dean was busy hyperventilating in the corner. Rubbing his hands all over his face and scrolling through contacts on his phone, probably trying to find some non-existent cure.

But Sam was bit and Sam would turn if you didn't do anything.

"Trust me for one minute. What do you have to lose?" You whispered again and Sam let his eyes fall shut.

You placed your palm over the bite and channelled your energy into healing him. A blue light pulsed from your hand and Sam hissed. It probably stung like a bitch. But it beat turning into a werewolf and having to munch on cow hearts just to survive.

You wiped away the blood from his neck with your sleeve, inspecting your work. The skin was perfectly smooth like the wolf's fangs never punctured through.

You smiled, finally something went the way you planned. Doing good felt good, when it went right.

"How do you feel?" You asked just to make sure.

"Better, I guess." Sam's eyes fluttered open and met yours. His gaze of hazel softer than before, though still hesitant. "Thank you, I think."

"No biggie. Just a little spell I picked up over the years." You shrugged. You didn't think the boys noticed the lie.

Them thinking you dabbled in witchcraft was probably safer than them knowing the truth. At least for now.

Dean stood up, hanging up his phone mid-ring and walking over to Sam to check out his no longer existent wound. He glanced at you and you noticed his itchy trigger finger at his side.

"You're a witch?" Dean accused as if you kicked his puppy.

"No."

"Bullshit! That wasn't elementary magic, Y/N!" He shouted but still didn't raise his gun.

"Dean, calm down, man. She saved my life." Sam said, stepping partially in front of you. "Just this once, don't freak out how you always do."

Huh, save his life once and the big guy's already on your side. A turn of events you didn't see coming. Maybe there was more to him than just barbie doll hair and fault-finding glares. He knew you were hiding the truth but he didn't seem to care anymore.

"Shut it, Sam." Dean gave his brother a sideways look. "You know how I feel about witches. Blood sacrifices, hex bags and bones everywhere. There's always a price with them."

He gestured towards you and you scowled back at him. Not only a little hurt because you just said you weren't a witch but also because... didn't he feel what was between you, too? Or was it all one sided?

Maybe you should've let Sam die. He'd still think you were human then. You could've hidden that part of you forever. Or, at least, until he started to notice you weren't aging.

But, no, Sam was cool. You were glad you saved him. Maybe you could erase Dean's memory of the past five minutes. You never tried that before but it should be possible, right?

"'M not a witch," you mumbled and watched your boots. "I'm not bad, I want to be good."

That was true. It was the most honest you'd been with a human or anyone ever and you really wanted Dean to like you. Maybe this was the way to go. With honesty.

"I could've hurt you. I could've killed you both." You glanced up and met Sam's hazel eyes then Dean's green ones. "And I wouldn't need the gun to do it."

It was a bit of a threat, but an honest one. And they both seemed to get the weight of your words when neither one of them looked away. They looked anxious like they didn't want to be caught off guard by your next move.

"I'm on your side as long as you're on mine-" you cut yourself off thinking you heard something.

There it was again. Like a banging in the distance. Did they hear it too? You furrowed your brow when you noticed Dean was speaking.

"What do you-"

"Shh," you cut him off and titled your head towards the noise to hear better.

Dean took a couple steps towards you. A glint in his eye.

"Did you just shush me, little dev-"

"Shhhhhh!" You shushed, pressing your palm over his mouth and listening intently.

Dean raised his eyebrows and you felt a smirk tug at his lips, which he clearly failed to hide and Sam huffed out a laugh at the scene.

"Do you guys hear that?" You asked but didn't remove your hand from Dean's mouth so he just shook his head.

"What is it?" Sam inquired.

Dean rolled his eyes and muttered something muffled. You flattened your hand over his mouth more and he groaned but didn't move away. He looked silently amused. Maybe, even... turned on?

"Claire," you said and the boys' eyes widened.

You walked away from them, towards the back of the house and then outside. Sam followed first, nearly tripping over your heels as you led him towards a shed at the edge of the property. Where the banging got louder to the point where you knew they could hear it too.

Dean came up from behind, all man-on-a-mission like, and pushed you both aside. He tried the door knob and when it didn't budge he proceeded to throw his body against the door. But it was sturdy as hell and he was only human.

You put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. Dean puffed hard and gave you a questioning look.

You punched out the deadbolt and twisted the knob until it gave way and the door slowly pushed open.

You smiled up at him and held out your hand as if to say, after him.

Let him go first. Let him feel useful.

He puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders. Silly, little human... but cute, silly, little human.

Dean took the opportunity and entered first, gun drawn. Sam next. Then you padded in afterwards, seeing Claire tied to a chair that was bolted to the ground.

Her wrists were bloody and raw and her nose looked busted. You scrunched up your face, hating seeing her hurt like that and waited for Dean to first untie her before you made your way over to her.

Claire ripped the duct tape from her mouth, "About time you showed up," she snapped at you.

"You were supposed to wait for me." You growled back, already feeling that anger bubble up within again. "Ungrateful, little-"

"Thank you."

She must've seen the surprise on your face and started laughing.

"It's way too easy to bust your balls, Y/N, lighten up a little, would you?" She smiled and you saw the blood dripping from her nose and staining her teeth. "I'm starving. Got anything to eat?"

Sisters are a pain in the ass. You didn't care if you were supposed to love her. She was beyond difficult and she knew it. But, you did still love her.

You touched her forehead, fingertips humming and glowing blue for a moment as you healed her. You didn't care if the boys saw, they already knew something was up.

And after everything, you wouldn't be so easily dismissed if they decided you were a threat. Dean was yours -you decided- but you wouldn't force him even if you could make his life a living hell if he didn't want to be a part of yours. You needed him to keep those parts of you quiet and he was damaged, too. He could use you, too. You could help him; help each other. You could try. But would he let you? If not, maybe you could be satisfied with just checking up on him from time to time.

You hesitated a glance up at Dean, expecting contempt in his eyes. You should probably leave, take the memory of the way he calmed you and use that as an anchor, don't sully it with the look he'd give you now. Or when he found out what you were -who you were. But you couldn't stop your eyes from finding his. And you couldn't decipher the look.

"I need a drink," Dean started, "and a burger." He looked at Claire, "I'm phoning Jody." Then back to you, "And we're gonna talk about this. All of it."

You nodded and waited for them to lead the way back to the Impala. You hung back with Claire.

"Do they know?" Claire whispered over to you.

You shook your head, feeling what could only be described as bubbles in your stomach. You decided it must be butterflies. You never had them before now.

What was Dean doing to you?

The more he looked at you the more you felt the way humans were supposed to feel. But you didn't think you were changing at all, not on a molecular level, anyways.

"Are you gonna tell them?" She asked.

You shrugged, you didn't want to talk about it, you didn't want to think about it. Claire didn't seem to understand and continued. As sisters do.

"Do you want me to talk to him? Maybe Castiel could-"

"No." You answered flatly.

Your mess, your problem. You didn't want your father cleaning things up for you again. Although, this time things were different, cleaner. You could keep it that way. You wouldn't hurt them and you wouldn't force them.

You wouldn't use your powers against them at all; you promised yourself.

"Cass?" Dean overheard and turned around to walk backwards. "You know Cass?"

Fucking Claire.

Don't lie. Don't lie. Don't lie... -Okay, little lie. Tiny little white lie. Teeny-weeny.

"No-"

"-Yes." Claire answered at the same time as you.

Fucking sisters, you scowled to yourself.

"A little," you corrected yourself.

That wasn't a lie, was it?

"Mmm," Dean sighed and pointed. "No more lying, little devil."

"Oh, for the love of-" Claire exhaled way harder than necessary. She had less patience than you. You would've thought she was half demon. "He's her father!"

"Claire!" You growled.

Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Do not kill her!

You glared.

Inhale. Exhale.

Dean stopped dead in his tracks, you didn't notice until you ran face first into his chest.

"Ouch," you grumbled and rubbed out the pain from your nose.

You were all powerful, sure, but you still felt pain. And your eyes watered.

"Your Cass' kid?" Dean grabbed your shoulders and really looked at you. "How?"

You didn't look much like your father. You had Y/H/C hair and raven eyes. If it weren't for the whites around your eyes you could pass as a demon even when you didn't lose control. That was the main reason everyone was always scared of you. You looked -you laughed at yourself- like a little devil.

You could act like an angel a hundred percent of the time and as soon as they found out you were part demon and nephalem, not nephilim, they'd only see that and scatter.

Bite the bullet. Come clean. But if Dean didn't like you as a witch then-

"Remember Cass had that demon girlfriend?" Claire continued, as always, not minding her own damn business.

"Meg?" Sam asked, he'd stopped too.

The fucking car was right there. Thirty feet away! So close, yet might as well be an ocean away.

"So, you're a nephalem?" Sam asked again.

Did this guy live in a monster library?! Seriously, didn't he know someone with such great hair shouldn't be a total nerd, too. Like give the less L'oreal-inclined a chance, for crying out loud.

You didn't know what to say. You couldn't deny it and you refused to defend yourself to measly humans who'd probably still judge you by your eyes despite anything you said.

So, you nodded. And you realized Dean was still clutching your shoulders, a little tighter now that you noticed.

"Cass and Meg?" Dean said aloud like he was trying to process the information but his brain wouldn't let him.

You didn't dare move a muscle, not because you were scared but because you were scared of scaring them off. So, you just kept your eyes on his green orbs. Willing him to feel anything other than contempt for the demon blood inside you.

How did puppy dog eyes go again? Castiel taught you it in case you ever came across the Winchester brothers. He said it would come in handy as opposed to using your powers. Not everything had to be taken by force. Not everything had to be a feat of strength. 'Sometimes honey works better than vinegar', he told you.

You ran down the checklist in your mind: (1) tilt your head down, (2) soften eyebrows, (3) look through your lashes, and (4) open your eyes just a fraction more -but not too much or you look surprised, not adorable. We want adorable. Oh! And (5) -this one was optional- pout your lips. This step was always a fail for you, though... you disregarded it and followed through with the rest.

Sam was soulless once and Dean still loved him. You had a soul, you thought, would he see it in your raven eyes?

Claire broke the silence, slicing through the thick air with her loud voice, "She has a temper sometimes, but she's never hurt anyone that didn't deserve it. Can you guys say the same about yourselves?" What was she doing? You knew they couldn't, that's one reason your father wanted you to stay away. "Because I can't."

"So you're part angel, part...?" Dean asked, his hand sliding over your cheek to brush at the skin under your eye.

Puppy dog look was working! That never happened before! You were giddy inside but kept the look, letting him explore the depths of your eyes, letting him see everything.

"Part demon."

"No human?"

"Not enough to count."

There was a fraction of you that was human. The equivalent to a 0.0001 percent on an ancestry test.

When you were a child you wanted to be human, you refused to use your powers even and asked your parents if you could go to school with the other kids. But you grew faster than them so you weren't allowed.

That's partially why it's taken so long to learn your powers, why you stayed with your parents until now and you still struggled with keeping control; because you kept them caged up for so long, like a wild animal and now they raged against you with any strong emotion. Pain, pleasure, fear, anger, anything in excess was a trigger.

"So, 'little devil', huh? You must've had fun with that one." Dean chuckled and you placed your hand over his still cupping your cheek.

His skin was warm on yours but, funny thing was, you never felt cold until you felt him.

"You have no idea." You smiled sweetly.

Again, not the daughter of the devil but demon was close enough. Lucifer was kind of your grandfather by creation, or your uncle? Both? You didn’t know, those things were hard to keep track of and you weren’t on speaking terms anyways.

"Do you eat?" Dean asked.

You shrugged, "Sometimes."

"But you don't have to, do you?"

"No." You admitted and looked away. "I do love anything with cheese, though. Cheese is the greatest thing your kind ever invented... food wise."

"Really? Not chocolate?" Claire gaped.

"Umm," you thought about it, "it's a close second."

Dean laughed with a warm smile, "Let's get you something cheesy, then."

You beamed.

You honestly didn't expect Dean to react this way. You thought it probably had a lot to do with Castiel being your father. They seemed close, in the past. Or you were getting played, big time.

Let him try something if that's what he was up to. He couldn't hurt you and chances were if he could, he wouldn't know how tonight. They'd have to research since even you didn't know your weaknesses, there wasn't much lore on the matter.

You wanted to trust Dean and it was kind of fun to play human while you were around them so you tagged along to the restaurant.

Claire frowned and pouted as she ate her pasta forcefully. You thought she bit her fork once but kept going. There was sauce all over her chin.

Dean had called Jody on the ride to the diner and Jody chewed her out over not waiting for backup. She deserved it, but it was a little harsh.

Claire saved a couple of kids from that shed before she got nabbed. It wasn't just that she let her guard down. She did good.

You didn't tell her that, though. It would only enable her and if anything happened to her you knew your father would be upset. She was a small human, not incapable but there was an advantage to being either powerful, like you, or big and strong like Dean and Sam.

"Earth to Y/N." Dean waved a hand in front of your face.

You didn't realize you'd been staring at his forearms, the sleeves of his flannel rolled up just enough for you to see his muscles move as he ate his cheeseburger. Sam had a salad, what the hell? Didn't a moose need more fuel?

"How's your poutine?"

"Pure cheesy goodness." You sighed and picked out another fry, twirling the melted cheese onto the end of it and sticking it between your lips.

You hummed at the taste. When Dean asked if you'd ever tried poutine and you said 'No', he completely flipped out and demanded you order it. There were no regrets but your mind was wandering with him sitting right in front of you. There was nowhere else to look and he was a masterpiece.

Sam had his perks, too, his shoulders were massive and you never noticed things like that on humans before but you think you liked that. Big shoulders. Dean had them, too. Must run in the family.

You sucked the gravy from your fingers and let out a slow breath with a little sigh. It sounded like a light moan.

"Y/N," Claire hissed and elbowed you and you saw her blush. "Can't you be normal? One time?"

You pouted -not really sure what the big deal was, it wasn't that loud- and picked up another fry. It's been a while since you ate anything, since you didn't really need to eat anything and it tasted really good.

You held up the fry, sticking out your tongue and sucking the melted cheese thread from the end of it into your mouth. You circled the tip of your tongue, collecting the thread until the fry met your lips and Claire jabbed you in the side again.

You glared at her, muttered a 'What?!' and rolled your eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?" Dean asked, his gaze heavy and his food left abandoned on his plate as he watched you.

"Mhm. Want some?" You offered innocently and sucked the gravy from your thumb.

"No. I'm having fun watching you, little devil. Keep going." He said and wet his bottom lip.

What did he just say?! You blushed. Hard.

You absolutely loved the butterflies he made come to life in your chest and stomach. Yeah, you were keeping him.

"Here. Just use this," Claire shoved the unused fork next to your plate at you. "And stop moaning, for fuck's sake."

"Sorry," you grabbed the fork and stuck it into a couple of fries. "Happy now?" You asked sarcastically, demonstrating the use of a fork by shovelling it into your mouth like Claire had done with her pasta.

You pouted to yourself, it tasted better with your fingers. That was weird, though, right? Next time you'd get it to go and eat alone in your motel room the way you wanted.

You'd given up on being normal a long time ago. Weird was your forte. You were Castiel's daughter, after all, and Castiel was the king of weird. He made it cool.

Your father brought you up to love yourself and Claire was just being Claire. Sometimes you got along and other times, you didn't. You thought having the boys here kind of put her on edge, too. Like she wanted them to approve of her and by extension, you.

You had an inkling Dean approved of your eating methods, though. Maybe not Sam, even if he was all shades of red right now, and avoiding all eye contact, and he kept shifting in his seat like he was uncomfortable. It was funny.

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Dean refused to stay at the motel near the dive you met him at -the closest motel in town- and instead drove for two hours to the next one. Which didn't look a whole lot better. It could only have, like, maybe half a star more than the last place.

You had a room all to yourself, as did Claire and the boys shared a room with the two queen beds. In the morning they were set to drive Claire back home to Jody and the others. They wanted to make sure she actually got there and didn't run off again to do something stupid, as usual.

You didn't think it would matter, she would do whatever she wanted as soon as she got the chance. So, why delay the inevitable? As long as she called when she got in a jam and kept someone up to date on where and what she was hunting, you let her do her thing.

Even if the worst were to happen, you could always bring her back. You successfully resurrected a bird last summer. Castiel tried to explain balancing the universe or something but you didn't understand letting things suffer if you could give them a second chance.

Like the bird who was minding his own business, pecking for worms in the grass in the rain when this plump house-cat came along and snatched him up. That bird probably had a nest to feed and that cat was just bored. You gave him a second chance. How could that be a bad thing?

That being said, you weren't about to take any strolls through the cemetery to awaken the dead. Even you had your limits. But you'd break the rules for the select few you truly cared about.

You sat on the edge of the bed in your motel room, flipping aimlessly through the five channels on TV. It was late, you were bored and you didn't sleep. You should've told Dean not to bother with a room for you but you didn't want to leave them just yet and he didn't ask.

Three quick knocks came at your door and you checked the digital clock on the bedside table.

Three-O-two A.M.

You shut off the TV -not wanting to watch the weather channel anymore, it was boring and repetitive, but you liked the tune they played in the background over and over- and walked towards the door. You undid the locks and opened the door.

You understood why people in horror movies were usually scared if something like this happened, but when you're nearly invincible, nothing like that really scares you anymore. Other things scared you, though, like if Dean left without you in the morning.

Sure, you could easily find him anywhere he went, but if he didn't want you around... that would be scary. Because, you really liked him and you drew the line at actually forcing yourself on him, even in a friendship.

But there he was, standing in your doorway and looking like he'd just woken up.

"Hey," he rasped, "Can I come in?"

"'Course," you stepped aside and shut the door behind him. "Something the matter?"

"Uh," he brushed his bedhead back in an attempt to comb it and glanced around the room. His green eyes settling on your still-made-up bed. "You don't sleep?"

It was more of a statement but you answered anyway.

"Do angels or demons sleep?" You shrugged and he acknowledged with a nod. "Dean? Are you okay? You look frazzled."

He laughed at your term and hung his shoulders as if you saw right through him and he knew he couldn't hide it with you. He sighed and sat on the edge of your bed, head in his hands.

"I had a nightmare." He swallowed like he was waiting for you to laugh, but you didn't. "It's always the same fucking thing." He continued and you stayed silent, crawling into a spot next to him on the bed. He didn't look at you and exhaled again. "I'm back in that house and it's burning, but I can't find Sammy and my dad's... just -gone. I feel the heat on my skin and in my lungs and I can't breathe… and then, I wake up, and I still can't breathe.” He looked up, finally meeting your eyes. "I don't know why or how, but... I can take a breath around you." He lifted his shoulders and turned towards you. "I had to make sure you were still here."

"I am," you nodded and smiled softly, "Is that a good thing?"

He huffed out a laugh, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah, I'm your inhaler."

"Damn, sweetheart, you really do take after Cass, don't you?" Dean smirked.

You were aware of how clueless your father was with pop culture references, it was something you were working on with him. You supposed you took after him a little, you always liked when people pointed out your similarities, even with your mother, too. Not all stuff demon was bad.

"Like father, like daughter." You shrugged.

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When Dean wasn't paying attention -lost in your raven eyes- you hit him in the face with one of your pillows. His face blanched and you giggled and spun away from him. His arms wrapping around your waist before you could hop off the bed.

"Naughty, little devil." He growled in your ear.

You barely hit him! And squirmed against his hold, I'll bet, not hard. You were pretending to be human again. It was nice for a change letting someone else be all powerful. Especially someone like Dean who felt powerless. You could see it in his eyes when he was talking about his nightmare.

Your back pressed to his chest and you felt his heart beat fast against yours. You liked being in his arms, you never felt so calm with your blood moving as fast as it did. Usually when your heart beat fast it was because you were angry. Demon blood -almost literally- boiling.

This feeling was so far from that. Your whole body buzzed like it was electrified and tingles curled your toes. Then Dean's palm found the hem of your shirt and snaked up underneath it, laying flat on the skin of your stomach.

Dean groaned and shifted behind you, his bowed legs wrapping around your hips and his arms pulling you with him as he leaned back against the headboard. He breathed hard into your hair and kissed your ear.

"If Cass knew what I was thinking about his little girl right now..."

"I feel it, too."

You threaded your fingers through his as he clutched you to him. Dean's grip easing a little as you melted into him. You turned your head to meet him with a slow, soft kiss and then he dropped his forehead to yours.

You breathed heavy and added, "But stop mentioning my father."

Dean barked out a laugh and turned rosy, "Last time. Promise." And he kissed you again.

"This is kind of crazy." You panted between kisses, neither of you pushing for more just yet.

"Mmm," Dean agreed, continuing to attack your lips until they felt swollen against his. "Do you wanna stop?"

"Never." You giggled. "Don't stop. Please."

You turned and straddled his lap. Dean brushed the hair from your face as he stared into your eyes. Frozen and lost in their endless depths.

"Your eyes are incredible," he breathed and you shied away. "Don't look away. Look at me."

You exhaled nervously and chewed your lip as you pressed your forehead to his and met his gaze again.

Nobody ever looked at you like that.

His hands on your back roamed up and down, squeezing anything he could get a grip on. His fingertips indenting your skin under your shirt when he held you and shifted his hips down the bed, just enough so you sat in his lap like a puzzle piece, as he leaned his mouth into yours and captured yours lips.

"It feels like you were made for me." Dean groaned and his hands fell to your ass. "We just fit so perfectly together."

He pushed your hips down and his bulge pressed between your legs making you moan softly in his ear. You were both still very clothed but it felt nice to finally fit with someone. Like you knew where you belonged all along.

"I need you." You breathed into his ear, sucking his lobe between your teeth and nibbling. You felt him catch his breath and kissed down his neck. "It feels right with you. Don't leave me, ever."

You knew you were coming on strong but he had to already know what he was getting into. Cass' daughter and a nephalem, stronger than any other being on earth including Chuck. He had to know you weren't some one night thing. He certainly looked at you like you weren't.

"I don't plan to." Dean vowed, tugging the hem of your shirt up.

You let him strip it off of you and he went for your bra next. Covering yourself when he threw the wire beast to the floor. He met your eyes lovingly.

"Don't hide from me, little devil." He murmured and pulled your arms away from your chest. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on."

"You really know how to make a girl melt, don't you?" You laughed and hugged him, pressing his cheek to your chest. "Your turn."

You leaned back from him and tugged his shirt over his head. Trailing your fingertips over his anti-possession tattoo while he watched you with lust blown green eyes.

Dean threw you onto your back and climbed over you, ravaging your neck as heat throbbed between your legs. You moaned and felt him pull at your leggings. He tugged them down to your knees and you heard the zipper of his jeans follow.

You pushed the rest of your clothes off with your heels and Dean rid himself of his, then plastered his body back to yours. Feeling every inch of his skin pressed against yours.

He settled between your legs and his green eyes met your raven ones. A smile quirked his lips and he kissed down your chest as he hooked your knee with his arm, spreading you open.

His lips teased your nipple and you whimpered and threaded your fingers through his hair. Tugging when he teased the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

Dean grunted and kissed his way back to your lips. Trailing his moist breath over your skin and sending shivers through your body, down to your toes.

Fuck, he felt good.

Your body was humming when he nudged between your legs, lining himself up and thrusting inside of you in a single push. You cried out and held his shoulders, feeling him breath deep and his muscles move slowly as he rocked into the apex of your thighs.

Pleasure quickly filled your veins and you latched your ankles around his lower back, keeping him pressed to you. Your breasts flattened against his chest and his thrusts grew faster and stronger as you tried to keep up, moving your hips in time to meet him.

Your hips bumped into his and you felt his tummy tighten against yours as he grew more desperate for you. His hand gripped your ass as he pressed himself more into you and your fingers tangled into his hair at the sensation, pulling the short strands and making him groan.

Fuck, he felt great!

Inside of you, on top of you. You felt grounded like you belonged exactly where you were. Like this was always meant to happen. Like you couldn't contain whatever was building between you. Like you were about to burst in the most unimaginably delightful way.

He grunted in your ear and the heat between your legs blossomed, your eyes rolling behind your lids as you shut your eyes and rode out your orgasm. Holding onto him for dear life.

He was a god among men.

Dean groaned louder, feeling you clench around him as he continued to push into you again and again. Pumping a few more times as he chased his own end and he started to come. He breathed heavy and loud in your ear, burying himself inside you with one final thrust and holding your hip with his hand as you felt warmth spill inside of you.

You didn't know if you could actually get pregnant by being with a human, your body was still flesh and bone to a certain extent, but at the moment you didn't care.

Dean fell onto you, pressing you into the mattress and you held him, tracing circles along his shoulders with your nails and kissing his cheek. He sighed, hot breath in your hair and on your neck and his lips found yours again. Kissing you deep and needy until the urge for air burned your lungs.

"Y/N..." Dean started and puffed against your lips, still trying to catch his breath. "I..."

"What?"

"It's never been that good."

But he shook his head and kissed you again. His kisses soft and pliant, easing as his heart fell back into a steady rhythm.

You did it again about a half hour later. And showered together as the sun rose, barely getting any sleep. Or Dean barely got any sleep. You were sure today would be one of the lucky days that Sam actually got to drive the Impala and you planned to spend the car ride holding Dean as he slept in the backseat.

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After dropping Claire off with Jody -whom you got to meet and genuinely liked- you tagged along with the boys to a few other cases along their route back to Lebanon. More than one of those cases taking you way out of the way.

The detour was scenic and pleasant and you weren't in a rush for the road trip to end. You weren't entirely sure it ever ended for them. And you wanted to stick around for a while, find your sea legs and stand on your own, but with them by your side. With him.

The infatuation didn't end in that motel room and neither did the sex. But it was getting harder and harder to find time alone and you were ready for some time with just Dean, a bed and maybe some cheese -not in bed but maybe between romps in it.

The Impala -or Baby, as Dean called her- rolled into Lebanon late in the afternoon and up to a red brick building that looked like a warehouse. This must've been the bunker that your father often talked about. And when the car took the road around the back towards the secret entrance to the underground garage, there he was standing guard outside, just waiting.

Your father. He looked angry -his facial expression never actually changed, but you knew his cues after the years- and he held your eyes through the window of the Impala. Shit.

Castiel stood outside waiting for who knows how long. Trench coat blowing open in the breeze and his tie loosened a bit more than usual.

You might've sent him to voicemail more than a couple of times over the past weeks -after Dean insisted you get a phone to keep in touch- and when you listened to the messages, he wasn't all that thrilled about you hanging around with the boys, especially Dean. And especially since he knew how Dean was with women. You liked to think you were different together, though, it wasn't like you had much luck with serious relationships in the past either. So, you would figure it out together.

It wasn't your father's business but it was clear in his eyes when you stepped out of the car to meet him that he wasn't getting that.

"Cass-" Dean greeted as he climbed out of the car with you, a giant smile plastered on his face as he approached his friend.

Cass glared at him and touched his forehead. Dean instantly fell to the ground unconscious before you had a chance to catch him. Luckily it wasn't pavement so it wasn't a hard landing.

"Was that really necessary?" You snapped at your father.

Sam rushed to park the car and jumped out to check on Dean.

"Cass, what the hell?!" Sam growled, kneeling next to his brother and Cass touched his forehead next.

Sam fell over awkwardly on top of Dean and you thought maybe you should push him off but then your father spoke to you again.

"It's time for you to come home. You had your fun, Y/N." He said and stuck his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.

"I don't want to." You glowered. "You're pissed, I get it, but why are you taking it out on them?"

"Dean can't love you," Cass explained and his blue eyes flicked down to Dean's unconscious face, half hidden under Sam's arm. "He won't ever choose you over his family... over Sam. Me and your mother will choose you every time. Come home."

"I don't need him to choose me over his family, I want to be a part of their unit, I want to grow with them-"

"You can't grow with them, Y/N, you'll watch them grow old until the day they die. You could watch a million generations fly by before you even age a second."

"I don't care! I want him while I can have him! As long as he'll have me." You screamed and your chin trembled so you clenched your jaw tight.

"You'll care in ten years when he gets injured easier, twenty when he starts looking more like your father than your boyfriend-"

"Stop."

"And in thirty years, he'll probably be dead, hunters don't last long, Y/N, especially human ones." Your father vented almost like he wasn't just trying to convince you.

Cass and Dean were close, he wouldn't just let him die. He wouldn't just continue on without him. Dean would impact your father on a deep emotional level before his time came, he already did, you saw it as much as he tried to ignore it. Or not think about it.

"Please. Stop." Your voice was quiet now and Dean started to stir underneath Sam's limp body. "If he can't live forever, I want to be human, too."

You looked up at your father with tears in your eyes. You hardly ever cried and Cass steeled his jaw.

"I'll find a way," you promised yourself and wiped away a tear.

Your father's face fell, like he wasn't expecting that response and breathed out a long sigh, "Your mother isn't going to be happy about this." He shook his head and loosened his tie a little more. "But I'll help you, if you're sure. Because I love you."

Your father would do anything for you even if it broke his heart to do it. There were ways to get the best of both worlds, though. You never tried it but if an angel lost their grace, they turned human. You could siphon your grace and store it for the future, then you could grow old with him for as long as it lasted.

The only problem was the part of you that was demon. You didn't know how that would balance out if you lost your grace. But you'd find a way.

You hugged your father when you saw his heart breaking and assured him that he wasn't losing you. And who knows, maybe you'd find a way to make Sam and Dean live forever instead, and then you wouldn't have to give up anything.

Dean groaned and pushed at Sam's arm, shifting out from under his little brother's heavy body.

"What the fuck, Cass?" He groaned as he checked on Sam and stood up. He saw you hugging and nodded like he understood, "Guess, I may have deserved that."

"I'll be watching you," Cass said, squinting his steely blue eyes and pointing between them and Dean. A reference to a movie Dean probably made him watch. "She's my baby, Dean, treat her like she's your Baby."

He nudged his head towards the Impala and you laughed as you skipped back over to Dean and into his arms. You held him tight around his waist and squeezed until you heard him huff in pain and curse.

You loosened your grip but didn't let him go. You have to squeeze adorable things, everyone knew that; Dean was tough, he could take it.

"Fuck. I don't want to be on either of your bad sides." He admitted and kissed your forehead. "You did good, Cass, she's beautiful... and strong as fuck. Shit, little devil, I think you just cracked my ribs."

Cass quirked an eyebrow at the endearment and you laughed at your father's face turning sour. Then Sam groaned from the ground behind you; which was a good thing, because Dean was going to need backup.

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