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gremlingottoosilly · 6 months

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Stranger danger (slasher!Konig x fem!Reader)

You never wanted to go to this stupid party. Turns out, you were right all along - it doesn't save you from this weird guy in a Ghostface mask though. Warnings and tags: Non-con, size difference, knives, slasher-y, slight degradation, obsessive Konig, yandere Konig, praise kink Word count: 3069 AO3

You told your friends you didn’t want to go to this stupid party. No one cared. You asked them for at least a funny group costume, and everyone agreed – only to bail at the fucking party, so you were the only one who went as a freaking ant from that one extremely sad meme. With a little handkerchief on a stick and everything. No one got it.

You told your friends that you wouldn’t want to get drunk unless they would be with you because, honestly, college parties are the worst, and you don’t want anyone to get roofied. They left you by the snack table, making you eat smarties and occasional chips like salt counts don’t exist.

You were munching on a particularly tough pretzel – the packaging was saying something in German, as exotic as this college could fucking get without being too scared of spices – when The Guy dropped himself on the couch next to you.

Yes, The Guy – because you were in no right to call him just a guy, a dude, a lil’ bro, or anything like that. He was way over 6 feet, probably creeping on being the new form of a fancy light post, and built like a bear that was eating nothing but protein and particularly tasty American tourists. Dressed in all black, very original, he must love spending time in various shops and choosing between 50 shadows of the same dark attire.

At this point, you were not surprised that he was wearing a Ghostface mask. At this point, you lost all of your capabilities to be surprised – only slightly intrigued, perhaps, and a little bit aroused when he manspreaded his legs and pushed his knee right against your leg, not stopping until he crammed you to the corner of a sofa. How the one man could take so much space, you had no idea. What he was eating to grow up this big – also.

He looked like at least three frat boys from a sports team crammed together in one body. Tight muscles that could be seen even through the bagginess of his clothes – you aren’t sure if you could survive looking at his pecks without wanting to give up all of your life earnings for a gym membership.

— Hey.

A master of flirting, you just needed someone to talk to.

The Guy didn’t respond.

You frowned – a typical college boy would already try to flirt with you, probably getting you drunk to get an easy lay for the next 10 seconds of pure physical exercise. If he wasn’t interested in a conversation, he probably shouldn’t have sat in your corner – unless he wanted to steal snacks, of course. Something in his figure told you that he would be a freaking hurricane in the snack aisle.

He smells like metal – weird, you think. Not like you wanted to smell him, of course not. You were just crammed in a really tight place against his shoulders, your nose forced to press into his shirt and inhale the deep scent of some generic perfume, a surprising hint at laundry detergent and cleaning supplies – and, of course, said metal.

You expected sweat and cheap booze – but this means it smells like a butcher and a cleaning lady at the same time.

To closer observation, he looked…nervous, almost. Hands fidgeting with a fake knife that he probably snatched from some Halloween supply shop – it’s surprisingly heavy looking, without that cheap shine that a lot of Ghostface costume knives have, and you feel almost endeared by the way he fidgets and spins the knife in his hands. Still, somehow, he looked anxious.

— Are you alright?

He continues to sit here silently. You fight the savior instinct inside of you, reminding yourself that you do not need to nurse and mother a grown-up college boy who is probably too high to talk right now or simply dozed off in his mask with no one to notice this – but still, something in his hunched posture made you feel…soft. Tender. This, or you’re too drunk to not be a doting mommy, since all of your friends ditched you and your sad ant cosplay to be slutty fish sticks.

— Ja, I’m fine.

German accent. This is a surprise for a college boy at this party. Guys who are usually visiting those places can barely speak English, so knowing German with that perfect weird accent of his makes you feel…things. Never too much for accents, you still sat a bit closer, your face pressed against his shoulder. Cheek smashed on his skin – he doesn’t say anything about extreme physical contact. You’re surprised at your own confidence.

— From which program are you?

— What?

— Like…which school. What do you study?

He paused. Flicks the knife in his hands – from this angle, it looks way too sharp for a simple plastic knife. Guy must be a crazy cosplayer who spends hours on trying to make foam and metallic paint look this realistic – you admire this level of nerdiness a little bit. With this skill, he could be more than a generic Ghostface.

He shrugs, leaving you without an answer. Alright, not much of a talker. Probably from computing, STEM boys always act like contact with females would make them pregnant.

— Are you enjoying the party?

— Ja.

— You came alone?

— Ja.

— What do you…alright, just tell me if I’m annoying. I’ll stop bothering you.

He chuckles – your cheeks are immediately heated when he presses his hand closer to your thigh. The actions is suggestive, and you don’t quite…don’t quite mind it. You always had a thing for masks, and his body resembles the one of a greek statue – you wouldn’t want to pass on this opportunity. Definitely not for sex, not the type to hook up with a random boy on Halloween, but maybe a sloppy makeout and some number exchange would take place.

König had different plans.

Honestly, you made it too fucking easy for him. Good girl, polite girl, nice girl who actually fucking asked him if he was alright because his hands were shaking from the adrenaline he got from killing some weird asshole trying to get a drunk girl in his bed. He was shaking because he knew he’d get away with it – there were so many drugs on the venue, police wouldn’t even want to open this rathole and try to search for a killer in that random ass city he got on a break after the latest contract.

You made it too easy – your weird costume, your sad face, and your attempts at caring for him actually made his blood boil from excitement, and his nerves(and his dick, throbbing in that baggy black pants) stir. You tucked in the corner, all by yourself, surrounded by loud noises and intoxicated people who couldn’t give less shit about your safety. He can slit your throat, and everyone would think it’s a costume.

He can…and he can also take a little treat for having such a good last mission. Might even take you with him if you’d promise to be a good girl and don’t fight him in the trunk of his car.

You can’t even scream when he pushes his hands on your throat, squeezing. You wanted to, he knew by the look in your eyes that there was a fire inside of you – so he extinguished it as fast as he possibly could, laughing at your pathetic attempts at fighting him off. Just like your friends, you are weirdly easy for him to handle. Just a bunch of drunk college mates, nothing compared to his experience. He’d say that he stood too low, so crazy on his leave, that he decided to search for the easiest prey imaginable, but sometimes you need to choose yourself and find some easy hobbies that you can partake in without taking too much from your psychological sources.

Sometimes, you just need to kill a bunch of drugged students and take home one of them – for mental health reasons. Konis is sure that KorTac would allow him to take you to the base if he’d prove that you are his psychological support pet. Maybe he could even share you with some of his officers as a treat. You’d be so sweet for Krueger, he can tell just from that terrified look on your face when he pushes his hands further, blocking your windpipe.

König is strong – stronger than anyone you know, probably. He knows how to use this strength for the better and for worse, and he isn’t afraid of pushing a bit too far, not enough to break you, but just freaking perfect to make you dazed and turn your brain into mush. So sweet for him, such tasty little noises and scratches of your nails on his gloved hands. He must leave some marks on you later since you’re so sweet to him now.

— Not so talkative now, Schatzi?

You squirm, trying to punch him right in his dick, and he only moans when your knees are jerking in a poor attempt at kicking his balls. If anything, it feels like a really nice massage. So fucking obedient for him, he can’t even imagine how cute you’ll look chained to his bed, forced to play his little girlfriend while he is searching for your friends to finish them off.

Taking off your clothes is ridiculously easy. Even while you decided not to wear a slutty costume for Halloween, the cheap fabric isn’t a good barrier between him and his desire to freaking crush you – he exposes your breasts, covering them with one of his hands right about now, keeping his other hand firmly seated on your throat. You whimper and cry as he plays with your soft buds, making them harden, undoubtedly creating a pool in your shorts. God, you’re beautiful like this.

He actually grieves wearing a mask that can’t be moved this easily – he’d love to munch on your breasts, to try your nipples with his tongue, and roll his teeth over your soft mounds. He can’t, not right now, at least – you’re not nearly broken enough not to tell the police about his face, and he doesn’t want you to close your eyes. Need to make sure you’ll see every inch of his dick.

His rough gloves are creating a weird but pleasurable pressure on your buds – you whine and sob as he pushes his hands to stimulate you more, not caring that you don’t want it. Tugging and teasing with his fingertips, you actually feel like you’re going crazy just from the way he is playing with your breasts. Pushing from side to side, touching soft flesh, not even allowing you to moan as every time you try to open your mouth, he grips your throat tighter.

When he is finally done playing with your boobs, you can almost feel bruises forming from his rough touches. You whine when he goes to rip your shorts – his touches feel like lava spreading between your legs, no matter how much you wanted him to stop, your tongue never came to actually beg him for it.

To his delight, you are soaking.

Your pretty pussy on full display for him – twitching and squeezing for nothing, poor thing, he might as well just push the finger already, stretching you out just enough to let you feel the burn without breaking you. König would love to just push his dick inside without all of these dancing around nothing, but he is aware of his size – and very, very aware of yours. Little things might not be as small as he likes to think you are, but you’re freaking tiny compared to him. Weak and fragile, you have no fucking excuse to just parade yourself like men around you aren’t a bunch of wolves that would love to rip you apart and fuck what remains.

You can barely breathe while he pushes his fingers inside, just one digit is enough to make you squirm under him. You’re wet, pussy damp from all of the juices – lack of oxygen makes you dumber, pliable, make you his best little thing in the world. A girl like you has no business going to parties and whoring yourself to a bunch of early alcoholics – you should stay at home, his home, cooking him dinner and warming his dick. Cleaning his knife after he’d gut some dumb fuck, making sure to get your tongue into all the sharp edges.

Scheisse, just the thought makes him harder than ever. Perhaps he needs to stop playing the nice guy and finally give you the pounding you deserve.

Tired of just holding his hand on your throat, he forces the blade of his knife to take its place. Not nearly enough to cut your skin, but a constant reminder – if you’re a bad girl and would try to escape, he might slit your fucking throat as easily as butter. If you’re a good girl, unlike your friends, he might just take you with him. What a beautiful option.

One finger turns to two very quickly – and, since he doesn’t stop you from moaning and talking, you finally gain your voice back. Poor girl, too dumb to understand that all of your little threats and cries and everything is just a fucking delight to his ears. Might as well record it for his alarm clock.

— Get…get off me!

Such a strong words for such a weak girl. He’d spank you right away, but his fingers are too busy playing with your folds, smearing your juices all over your clit and trembling pussy. You’re dripping like a slut, and it busts his ego – a fancy college girl like you, so wet and needy for a nasty criminal. He knows how to treat you right and has all the resources for it – but somehow, it feels like you’d enjoy being treated like his doll.

He can be sweet after he has fucked you raw.

— Please, you can’t…I won’t tell anyone if you just stop, I promise!

— Shatzi, why do you think I’d let you go after this?

— I…I will scream.

— Ja, you can scream. Do this for me, please.

He laughs as he plunges in, giving you sweet seconds to become accustomed to the feeling of his dick impaling you. Bulging in the outline of your soft tummy, another boost to his ego – just to think, he was so anxious about crashing this party, knowing it would be filled with prissy students who all get to live the life he dreamed of, but you made it all worth it. You’re sweet and fiery, and you grip him like a glove. No matter how wet you were and how much pre-cum he had leaked, you’re still tight for him. Too tight.

You scream when he plunges it, and you continue to scream when he pushes deeper, further, when he moves back a little bit, only to push forward again. His hand finds your clit, never stopping until you’re squirming and crying full-on under him. Such a shame he can’t kiss you, not with this stupid mask – he can only play with your slit and push a knife against your throat over and over again, never allowing the adrenaline in your system to run dry.

Over and over, pushing you further and further until he plunged inside fully – you’re so puffy around him, your pussy lips swollen and spread for him, your clit is throbbing from the pleasure he gives you. Getting you off like that is easy for him – but he has to make sure he isn’t taking it too far, not with how warm and tight you are. He hates being in a position of weakness, but you’re just so perfect, he can’t help but push further and further until you are a sobbing mess and he is on the edge of orgasm.

He forces himself to be slower, his pushes are more and more deliberate – he doesn’t want to cum so fast, even though the mix of your sobs and his adrenaline high from the killing almost makes it impossible. He doesn’t want to stop like this, so fucking easy, but you’re so welcoming and cute and…

— Please, please, don’t…don’t come inside, I’m not on the pill, I’m…

God, you’re so sweet for him. Did the devil finally give him his gift for Halloween?

He laughs as you sob softly, pushes you more and more, and your poor pussy is getting stretched far beyond its limits. He steals this orgasm from your decency, robs you of any accountability – you just lay here, under him, receiving his dick like a good girl you are. Couldn’t have it any other way, just wanted to have you pinned under his body forever.

Your orgasm is crushing, painful in a way – you're all too sensitive for a dick this large to impale you, you sob, and you cry, begging for him to stop before he’d cum inside. Your biggest nightmare is alive when he pushes the knife away from your throat, squeezing it again just so he can cum in the tightness of your hole.

He stays like this, connected to your deepest parts, for a good few minutes, dumb out after the orgasm. You try to squirm from under him, but he only laughs, slowly pushing away from your body. Just one load is enough to make your pussy all messy and even more wet. You’re so dirty for him, it’s actually impossible not to love you even more when you’re like this, dumb and sensitive and so, so fucking cute.

His cum drips from your overflown pussy, pearly white liquid stuffs you ever so perfectly, König laughs, putting his clothes back together and getting one last look at your ruined hole, clenching around nothing. You can’t even talk at this point, poor thing – just how can he leave you here to be found by your perverted friends who would only take advantage of you?

It’s only natural that he sneaks your limp body through the window, holding you like a beloved possession while he is getting in his car.

It’s only natural that you fall asleep in his arms, your pussy stuffed so full, he just knows that he’ll add to the mess once he’d get rid of the body of a dumb college guy he killed moments ago.

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #cod x you #yandere cod #call of duty #slashers #slasher

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dreamauri · 10 months

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♪ — 𝗦𝗛𝗛𝗛 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (fluff+smut) “. . . you're finally able to attend one of your boyfriend's races and he super exited things get interesting”

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"Lando." "Give me like . . . 5 more hours." The boy was sleeping, curled up on some blankets that he put together. One of the members of his team was trying to wake him up, because you were here. The team had put so much effort into flying you to Monaco, and now, Lando was being too lazy to see his surprise.

You were sitting beside him, but like an idiot, he didn't notice at all. "Alright, I'm out." You yawned, standing up and walking passing by in front of Lando and out the garage.

Lando was still half asleep, he thought he must've been dreaming. Sitting up and looking at your disappearing figure. "Am I- Is she?" He couldn't get a word out, not being able to differentiate between reality and dreams.

The team was laughing at him, gesturing and telling him to go catch you before you leave ( which you would not ). He quickly ran out, stumbling over his feet while looking for you. You, who knew he'd be searching for you like a maniac waited at the entrance where he wouldn't see you.

"Where did she-" "Tag. You're it, mother fucker." You tapped his shoulder quickly before running off. "No fair!" You could hear Lando shout as he tried to catch up to you. The first thing that came to mind was to go into the media pin. What you did not plan was hiding behind max, the blond looking confused as you and lando ran circles around him.

"Max don't just- Y/N! Come here! Max help me." Max chuckled taking a sip of his can, shrugging at the interviewer with a smile. "Max please!" "Max no-" you were to late, once the redbull driver put his hand up to stop you, you were immediately lifted up from your thighs by Lando, who quickly around away with you.

"My girlfriend!" He cheered again and again bouncing you up and down ad he ran through the paddock exited, showing you off to everyone. "The love of my life!" He laughed with the widest smile on his face.

You tried to turn around so you look down at him. You were a laughing mess, you've never seen him this happy. "Lando. Put me down." You said in between laughs as he continued to run around and spin you. "But you'll run away." He argued pouting. "I'll give you a kiss." You bribed with a smirk which made him quickly lower you and hug you by your waist.

His bashful smile spread across his face as he waited for you to kiss him. And you did leaning up and pecking his nose. "Heyyy." He whined trying to kiss you properly. "I never said where, I just told you I'd give a kiss." Lando pouted. "Oh my God, I'm dating a puppy."

You chuckled before you were pushed from behind into a kiss. Lando quickly savored it, cupping the back of your head so you wouldn't pull away. And once you did, you looked back to see Daniel Riccardo and Max Verstappen, standing there, looking around like they didn't do anything.

"Oh! Oh my God. Is that you Y/N? Long time no see." Daniel looked at you, pretending this was his first time seeing you, even though he was standing 2 feet away from you. "How are you, how's uni?"

"Going good." You nodded looking at max who still pretend like he was innocent, looking around nodding at random things. "She's looking at me and I know I'm going to pushed in the pool."

"Yes, she will." You chuckled taking Lando's hand, pulling him along. "So, see you all on Friday?" You nodded ready to leave with the ball of sunshine next to you. "You're not going to spend the day with us?" Max asked gesturing to the redbull garage.

"Yeah marketing has a few games for us to play, you don't wanna join." Daniel added. You've known this group for sometime. After growing up alongside Max on the track and being best friends with Daniel, you met Lando who eased into your life and made a cozy spot for himself.

"I'm sorry guys, but me and Lan have things to catch up on." You looked at your boyfriend smiling. "Back at the hote-" "Ew, aren't you two like 5?" Danny shook his head disapprovingly. "We don't don't need to know." Max scrunched his nose in disgust looking away.

"Max I can hear you and that Porsche driver from across the city." You told him in a matter of fact-ly. "Me and Mijn liefje are not loud." He nudged your shoulder chuckling. You and your ball of sunshine eventually made it out of there, running alongside each other to Lando's apartment hand in hand laughing together.

Running into his apartment, you two started undressing as soon as you shut the door, stumbling over your clothes as you made your way to the bedroom. Lando sat on the bed first catching you as soon as you straddled his lap falling on his back as you two began making out.

Laughs and giggles could be heard between you as hands explored each other's bodies. "Did they grow bigger? I feel like they did." He asked gripping your boobs gently. "Says you Mr. Abs, when did you get these?" You giggled pulling away as you look down at his bare stomach, tracing his muscles.

"Do you like them?" He asked holding your waist and pulling you further closer to him. "The look good on you." You nodded leaning down and kissing his jaw and neck. "Makes you look like a young Greek God." You hummed pulling away.

Intertwining your fingers together, you pinned his hands above his head, aligning yourself with him. The boy could only admire you. "Why are you smiling like that?" You chuckled raising an eyebrow. "What I can't smile at my girlfriend any more?" You giggled, leaning down and kissing him softly.

Lando swallowed the moans that came from your mouth, raising his hips out of impatience. He wanted more from you, all of you. "Slow down. We're not in a rush." You mumbled in between kisses, moans slipping from your lips as you finally settled down all the way. "Yeah but, I want you." He whispered back looking into your eyes.

You only chuckled, kissing him gently before sitting up and brushing your hair behind your back, you settled your hands on the boy's chest leaning forward slightly as you started moving. "Oh fuck, baby." Lando moaned holding your hips to guide you ( more like to touch you ). "You're so tight." He grumbled closing his eyes so he could only concentrate on you.

Much to his dismay, his phone started ringing. Leaning back a little, you peak through the door frame. The phone was in the pile of clothes you created earlier, desperately trying to get your attention. "Noo." Lando whined, hugging your waist and puling you back closer, his mouth found your skin where he took the opportunity to kiss and nibble, leaving marks behind.

You could feel him desperately try to thrust up into you, to get some friction. He moaned your name as you gently played with his curls leaning your head on his shoulder. Although Lando was on the average side, he fit you perfectly, and you wouldn't want no other.

"My love." He stuttered catching your lips. You smiled into the kiss, cupping his name as his hug tightened on you. Moving back a little, you laid you on your back with him on top, quickly wrapping your legs around his abdomen so he can continue with his thrusts.

Moans slipped from your lips as soon as he did. "How did I get so lucky?" He mumbled into your neck making you giggle. Lando's hand was trailing all over your body, exploring and admiring your being when he was interrupted once more. That stupid phone ringing again.

"I'll go get it." You mumbled attempting to break free from his hold. "Lando let go." The boy only held on, whining like a lost puppy. You chuckled kissing his head before breaking free and getting the phone. It was Carlos, which surprized. "Hola." You greeted walking back to bed to the impatient McLaren driver. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" . . . Well you were doing his best friend, but you could leave that part out.

"Doing? Me? Nothing important." You joked which made Lando look at you offended. You chuckled silently as you sat on your boyfriend's lap, holding his shoulders. "Well we might as well invite you too, is Lando there?" Carlos asked. You looked down at your boyfriend who was laying on his back looking at you disapprovingly. "No." You replied giggling down at the boy who only rolled his eyes.

"What's that idiot doing?" Carlos chuckled, as you covered said person with your free hand. Lando looked at you confused. He answered his own question as a moan escaped his lungs. "What was that?" Carlos cut you off hearing the noise. "Lando stubbed his toe. You want to talk to him?" "Yes please."

The brunette was shaking his head aggressively as you handed him the phone, you removed your hand from his mouth as you leaning back, moving again. Your boyfriend could only grip onto your thighs as he arranged plans with his friend. You were a pro at staying silent, unlike the stuttering boy beneath you.

His breaths were getting shorter and faster and he was more out of it with Carlos, holding one of your hands desperately. You knew he was close and you let him have it. "H-hey, I'll call you back." Lando cut off, ending the call quickly.

You could feel him begging for release, grunts and groans escaping his mouth. All he could do was take what you gave him. You could only laugh when his hips stuttered. "You- I- no idea." Failing to put a sentence together, you kissed him gently snuggling into him. "I love you." He finally said. "I love you." You returned kissing his cheek.

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joanquill · 2 months

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Hey, I wanted to ask for prompt 24 from the Valentine’s Day event for William James Moriarty in romantic relationship with a fem!Reader (if that’s okay of course) and the type of the story being fluff. I hope I’m not too late with the request.

Anyway, have a good day and Happy (belated) Valentines Day 💕

"This reminded me of you,"

William James Moriarty

A/N: Sorry, I could not think of a good plot ^^" Hope you also have a good day/evening as well and late Happy Valentine's Day 🥰

Tag/s: Fluff, Fem!Reader, Established Relationship

"Hmm..." William muttered, tapping his finger on his crossed arms as he continued to analyze your favorite store's window display, contemplating what to get you.

"Uh... Will-kun?" Bonde called out, catching William's attention.

"As sweet it is for you to think so much about what to get (Y/N), don't you think standing there for an hour is too much?" he asked as Fred and Sebastian walked up to them, numerous boxes and shopping bags in their arms.

"Right... I apologize for making you all come with me," he sheepishly smiled, now seeing the numerous gifts he had prepared for you due to his indecisiveness.

"It's no trouble, nii-san. I was elated when you asked for our help," Louis reassured, a newfound confidence stirring in him to find your perfect gift.

"I must say, it is quite rare for you to ask for advice, let alone for romance," Albert smirked, making the tips of William's ear warm up.

A COUPLE HOURS AGO...

"What's with the sudden meeting?" Bonde whispered to the group as they waited for William's arrival.

"Will-kun looked serious, too..."

"There hasn't been much issue in the MI6," Moneypenny muttered, trying to think of the answer.

"Nor are there complaints from the director," Albert added, drinking tea for a change.

"There is also no new information about nobles committing crimes," Fred added, minimizing the possible answers as to why this meeting is being held.

"Perhaps he is leaving instructions before his leave?" Master Jack suggested, "If I recall, he will be leaving somewhere with Lady (Y/N) for Valentine's,"

"Didn't he already do that last week...?" Sebastian reminded, only for the group to grow quiet once again to think.

As the group continued to make their own conclusions, the doors suddenly opened as William walked in.

"Thank you for coming," he muttered, fatigue radiating off of him as he walked up to the front of the group.

"As you all know, next week I will be out of town..." he started, everyone awaiting his plans cautiously.

"...So I was hoping I would have your input on the possible gifts and activities I could prepare for her," he concluded, showing the plans he pinned on the board, listing your likes, dislikes, and other notes.

"Pfft-" Albert quickly covered his mouth, the wine in his glass shaking along as he strained his laughter while the rest of the group stared, dumbfounded.

"So... This meeting..."

"...Is just for your date with (Y/N)?"

William blinked back with an innocent smile.

"Yes? Did I not mention that?"

BACK TO THE PRESENT...

"Apologies. I did not mean to make you all uneasy," William apologized, remembering Sebastian and Bonde's strong reactions.

"Don't worry about that," Sebastian sighed, putting down the tower of boxes he was holding.

"But next time, please don't set up a whole meeting if you're asking for love advice," he added, making William shyly chuckle.

"Duly noted," William reassured, taking another look around at the store.

"Why not pick something that reminds you of her?" Bonde suggested, looking at all the various clothes and knick-knacks on display.

"We did," Sebastian reminded, pointing at the wall of boxes and bags, "And look at how that turned out," he grumbled as he stretched out his arms.

"Not to mention the various leaflets we got for dating spots," Master Jack chuckled, looking through the numerous pamphlets they gathered.

"(N/N) sure is lucky~," Bonde teased, making sure William heard him.

"Of course, nii-san is not the type of man who will get into a relationship half-heartedly," Louis proudly stated, making the heat on William's ears travel down to his face.

"Oh? What makes you say that?" Bonde grinned, making Sebastian smirk, seeing where this was going.

"Well, for instance, he would..."

"Just say the word, and we will leave," Albert reassured, putting a hand on William's shoulder as the group continued to banter.

On the other hand, William continued to face away from his colleagues, trying to focus on finding you a gift and ignore the growing heat on his face from embarrassment.

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #valentines #william moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #william moriarty #jq valentines event

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underground-secret · 2 months

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The Hunter and The Witch~ Dean Winchester x F!reader

Description: After getting a call from John Winchester after no contact for months. The group gets led to a town in which a couple goes missing every year around the same time. But Sam doesn’t want to follow orders anymore, and the town still needs help.

Warnings: Cannon Violence, fight scene (tell me how i did, im still learning how to write it!), arguing, a little angst, talk of crimes, cursing (i think), talk about sacrifices and Pagan rituals (i fricken love learning about Paganism), Y/N gets a little snarky and cocky, use of magic and abilities

Tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld , @okayiamkassandra , @fablesrose , @ada--44, @bonkydarnes , @star-yawnznn

Word Count: …14,005

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“So you’re with the Winchesters?” Adeline says, her voice just as husky and amused as I remembered. It had been months since we talked, I'm surprised she wasn’t mad at me, though maybe she was and she was just hiding it well. “Yes.” I answer simply, waiting for the impending lecture.

“I should be surprised, but I'm not,” She remarks, and I can hear the smirk on her face.

“You know B/N said nearly the same thing!” I laughed lightly, but it soon died down when she didn't join in instead going completely quiet.

“You should have told me.” She says, venom on her tongue, but I know it’s out of worry. “No text, no call, not even a letter! I show up at your house. Not only are you not there I have to find out from your co-workers that you quit and haven’t been in contact with anyone. Did you quit because of those Winchesters? ‘Cause I swear to God I wil-“

“No!, quitting had nothing to do with them.” I cut her rant off, “Look Addie I'm sorry. I got so caught up in it all I didn’t think of telling anyone.” I sigh, leaving out the part I forgot I had people who cared about me—which is so stupid. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you or scare you. But that isn’t what I called for…”

Suddenly a sharp demanding knock sounds at my door. I don’t move for a second, watching it, “One sec, Addie” I place my phone down on the bed pulling back the heavy blankets. I tiptoe to the door, the rough carpet dragging on my feet. I take a deep breath preparing myself for the worst, I unlock the door, creaking it open just wide enough to see who is there.

Dean stands there, his eyes wide and his hair a little messy, still in his pajamas. A black shirt and some plaid pajama pants, though I figured he might have thrown those on before coming to my door- I knew he wasn’t foreign to sleeping with just a shirt and underwear on. I open the door further, “Are you okay? What happened?” I spew out.

“Get dressed. Dad called, ‘doesn't want us following him. He's going after the thing that killed Mom, says it’s a demon. He gave us a bunch of names and needs us to go investigate. Meet by the car.” He answers quickly. I stared at him, all of this was rushed, we barely got any sleep and we were already leaving rather quickly. He looks me over, nods, and then walks away back down the hall to his room, giving me no chance to ask if he was okay.

I closed the door a little shocked, making my way back to my phone and before it was even by my ear I heard the impatient click of her nails against some hard surface, “Now what” she huffed. Definitely mad at me. “I’ll have to call you back later” I sigh, “I need to go.”

“No you don’t get to just call me—“ She nearly yells but I cut her off again, “Addie I promise I’ll call you back.” The line goes silent for a beat and I wonder if she’s still there.

She sighs, “I’m worried about you.”

“I’m okay” I smiled sadly, yet even as the words passed my lips my stomach twisted itself, “I will call you.”

“Fine.” She huffs but she doesn't sound so convinced.

“I love you, Addie.” I say, and I mean it.

“I love you too. Stay safe, and call me!”

“Alright, just to double check all those names are couples?” I ask from the back seat of the Impala, copying notes down on a little notepad. “Three different couples. All went missing.” Dean confirms from the passenger seat. The darkness of the night cloaks us in its cold embrace.

“You said they were from all different states, Washington, New York, Colorado, and all went missing at the same time each year trying to travel across the country. But is it possible that it’s just a serial killer? Not to undermine your fathers findings.” I explain motioning my pen around as I speak, “I mean it is possible the suspect lives in Indiana, knows the roads well, and which way people go when road-tripping. Then being able to intercept them therefore fulfilling his or her urge. Then that kill can satisfy them till next year.”

“I guess, but they always disappeared in the second week of April. One year after another after another. That’s pretty weird.” Dean points out.

“Not necessarily, serial killers can have a certain connection to a date like an anniversary of something. Feeling only the need to do such an act during said time.” I ramble.

“Well, we’re still checking it out” Dean answers plainly, practically shutting down my theory. I guess it’s safer to check but it’s nighttime. I didn’t get any sleep, they barely got any sleep, and rushing over to Indiana in a 3-hour long car ride doesn't sound so fun if it turns out not to be a supernatural thing. “And this is the second week of April.” Sam remarks.

“Yep.” Dean nods.

“So, Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?” Sam asks, though it’s clear he knows the answer.

“Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obituaries Dad had to go through? The man’s a master.” Dean beams, flipping through the papers he had on the missing couples. He very clearly looked up to his Dad in some manner, even though he wasn’t deserving of such praise. I know Sam feels this way too, he never had an issue calling out John and he certainly can see all that’s wrong with how they grew up. The thing is I know Dean knew too, he was just trained to be loyal.

I watch Sam in the rearview mirror, his nostrils flaring in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel harder until the knuckles turn white. He pulled the car off to the side of the road, sharply, my body jerking at the motion. “What are you doing?” Dean asks confused, straightening the way he sat.

“We’re not going to Indiana.” Sam says firmly.

“We’re not?” Dean replies, shock and amusement written on his features.

“No. We’re going to California.” Sam answers, “Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code.”

“Sam.” Dean warns.

“Dean, if this demon killed Mom and Jess, and Dad’s closing in, we’ve gotta be there. We’ve gotta help.” Sam reasons, and I don’t disagree.

“Dad doesn’t want our help.” Dean argues, his voice getting louder.

“I don’t care.” Sam answers rather calmly.

“He’s given us an order.” Dean bites, using one of his favorite excuses.

“I don’t care.” He repeats himself, this time more firmly, “We don’t always have to do what he says.”

“Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives, it’s important.” Dean tries to explain.

“Please stop fighting, why don’t we work this job, put all our energy into it. Work it quickly. Then immediately head to California, both of you win” I offer, always the person trying to cool the fight down and offer some sort of solution. But even as the words leave my mouth I know I’m wrong, this argument is more than working a case or chasing demons. This is years of grief built up. Sam half turns to view me, his eyes are pained and I almost think he might be close to tears, “It won’t be enough. You said it yourself. My Dad moves fast, if we don’t head there right now we’ll miss him entirely.” He looks between both of us now as he adds, “But I’m talking one week here, to get answers. To get revenge.”

Dean sighs, “Alright, look, I know how you feel.”

“Do you?” Sam spits, nearly yelling. “How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?”

Oh. This is old grief on top of new grief, he hasn’t coped with the loss of his girlfriend not that we could have expected him to. It’s too soon. These emotions are too raw, too new. Dean matches his brother yelling, “Dad said it wasn’t safe. For any of us. I mean, he knows something that we don’t, so if he says to stay away, we stay away.”

“I don’t understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it’s like you don’t even question him.” Sam argues, looking at his brother strangely.

“Yeah, it’s called being a good son!” Dean yells. The tension has exploded, the car falling quiet in its aftermath. My dislike for their father seemed to grow ten folds, to make your own child feel like that—

“Dean, that’s no—“ But before I can say anything more about it Sam exits the car. Slamming the door behind him. Dean and I get out of the car following him to the trunk where he unloads his things from. “You’re a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. Don’t care what anybody thinks.” Dean yells.

“Dean!” I snap, “This has gone far enough, you don’t get to say things like that, he’s your brother! Both of you calm down, please.” I didn’t want Sam to be treated like this, not from his brother who I know cares about him. “No. It’s okay, Y/N” Sam says calmly, his movements slowing as he stares his brother down, “Is that what you really think?”

“Yes, it is.” Dean gives a single sharp nod.

“Well.” Sam shuts the trunk, “then this selfish bastard is going to California.” he puts his backpack on and starts to walk away.

No. This can’t be happening. “Dean,” I say desperately, he has to apologize or stop him so they can talk it out. This isn’t my place but I can’t watch this happen. He looks out at his brother, “Sam, come on. You’re not serious”

“I am serious.” Sam responds, still walking away.

“It’s the middle of the night!” Dean yells out, “Hey, we’re taking off, I will leave your ass, you hear me?”

Sam stops walking, turning around, “That’s what I want you to do.”

I let out a frustrated groan, “What the hell is wrong with you both?! Just talk it out, we can come to some sort of agreement or—or reason with each other.” I practically beg. Both their eyes fall to me but Dean just responds with, “He’s made up his mind” his eyes turn back towards his brother, “Goodbye Sam.”

I stand frozen, eyes wide, this is not happening.

Dean grabs hold of my wrist, his hand warm despite the cold night, practically dragging me to the passenger side of the car. He waits for me to sit and buckle myself before closing the door and making his way to the driver's side. He gets in, putting the car in drive.

I watch Sam turn back around and walk away in the car's side mirror. Dean must have been watching too because he slams his fist on the steering wheel, takes a deep breath, and then does it again and again. I place my hand over his just as it connects with the steering wheel again. “Dean…” I say softly, but it comes out more like a plea. His hand goes still under mine, and when I turn my face to look at him, his eyes are glossy.

He does not turn to look at me though, keeping his eyes straight ahead at the dark road. “Dean” I say weakly, letting out a shaky breath feeling my own eyes welling up, “please, stop the car.” He listens, slamming on the brakes, my body jolting at the sharp stop. He snaps his head towards me, “Why so you could leave too?!”

I lean away from him retracting my hand, placing it on my lap, “No” I say quietly. But his reaction made me want to leave, the tears in my eyes finally fell over, spilling down my cheeks, “Do not take your anger out on me.” He sighs, turning his face away from me, cursing.

“I know you don’t want to hear this…but you must” I begin to say, having to pause to clear my voice of its shakiness, “I care for you both a lot but I’m so sick of you guys constantly fighting over something stupid when all you have to do is talk.”

“That's easy for you to say.” Dean snaps back, still looking away from me.

I huff, annoyed, “See! You get all standoffish instead of dealing with your emotions and I know that's what you’re used to but you don't have to be that way around me of all people.” He goes quiet, with no snappy comeback or even a grunt of annoyance. His jaw clenches and I wonder if that's from anger, trying to hold back tears, or both. “What if were destined to always hate each other,” he says quietly, and I know he means him and Sam. “He doesn't hate you, and I know you don't feel that way either,” I answer softly, even when I know what he truly means. He turns his head towards me, a single tear rolling down his cheek, “Then why does he keep leaving?!” he says through gritted teeth the last word coming out as if he spit venom.

In truth, I can't possibly know what he feels. He raised Sam and was there every moment of every day. He saw him take his first step and say his first word, brought him to school, fed him, put him to bed, and kept him safe. I was more like Sam in that aspect, I was the youngest with an older brother who took care of me and looked out for me. Honestly more than our own Dad, maybe that’s why he and Dean got along together so well- a shared understanding.

So, no, I could not understand exactly what he felt, not even a fraction of it. But even despite that I reached my hand out carefully, my fingertips barely brushing his cheek before pausing giving him time to pull away and hide if he wanted to. He didn't. I cup his cheek, whipping away another tear that fell. His green eyes seemed softer then like his anger had diminished enough but still lay beneath the tears. I don't have all the answers, “I know it may not seem like it, but he isn't leaving you. He went off to college ‘cause he wanted a chance away from this life. Even now he is going in hopes of stopping what started this all, he’s going to come back…your brothers you can't escape each other even if you wanted to.”

It's not a solution, and I don't expect it to help. But all I can do is hope it eases something in him. He leans his face into my hand, his eyes fluttering shut as he takes a deep breath in.

In one quick motion, I unbuckle my seat belt with my free hand. He must have known what I was going to do because he removed his face from my hand only to put the car in park, release his seat belt, and turn his body so I could hug him properly. I close the distance between us so I can wrap my arms around his neck, his body immediately reacts to my movements. His head falls to the crook of my neck, his arms wrapping around my waist. He pulls my body impossibly closer and tighter.

His breathing gives him away, his warm breath coming out uneven against my neck a wetness forming against where he resides. I don't say anything about him crying, or anything at all, I just move my hand up and down his back in soothing motions, hoping to ease him.

I do not know how I managed it but after he finished crying I got him to switch seats with me so he could rest while I drove. I've never driven the Impala before, maybe this was him showing me he trusted me even though I already knew he did, or maybe it was tiredness overtaking him. But the drive was pretty straightforward and it was dark so there wasn’t a worry about other cars.

He managed to drift off, which I was envious of but I was more proud of being able to drive Baby to notice my exhaustion. I even got to play music that wasn’t the usual rock songs he liked to play, which I don’t have any problem with but a change is nice sometimes (even if I played it very quietly so he could rest).

Just as we pulled into the small town he woke up, grumbling a “good morning” before staying silent the rest of the time. He went on his phone at one point, pulling up the contacts but ultimately he did not call anyone. “Ok, ready?” I ask, shutting off the car after pulling into a spot.

“Yeah” He nods, his voice still a little gravely from sleep. I hand him back his keys before exiting the car, the pure feeling of accomplishment pulling over me. I drove Baby accident-free and made it to the destination! I’m so good!!

We walked up to the only person in sight, an older man sitting on a wooden rocking chair in front of a café. Maybe it was too early for anyone else to be out, it certainly felt too early to be up though I guess I never really went to sleep.

“Let me guess,” Dean points to the store's sign that reads Scotty’s Café, “Scotty.” He looked proud of his stupid joke if you could even call it that, a dumb grin on his face. Scotty looks up at the sign and then back at us looking unamused, “Yep,”

“Hi, my name’s John Bonham and this is Pat Phillips” Dean introduces us both, and I want to glare at him for using a member from a popular band's name but if Scotty doesn't know then the glaring would give it away.

But of course, our luck has long run out, “Isn’t that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?” He looks at Dean pointedly then at me, “And his wife?” Now I really do glare at him, I didn’t know Pat Phillips was Bonham's wife! I barely knew Bonham was the drummer for Led Zeppelin, only remembering because of Dean rambling about it. Dean looks at me, eyes raised as if to silently say he didn’t think he would know. He turns back to Scotty, shock clear on his face, “Wow. Good. Classic rock fan.” Alright, he wasn’t even trying to deny it, great.

“What can I do for you, John?” Scotty asks anyway and I’m surprised he didn’t completely write us off. Dean takes out two pieces of paper from his pocket, unfolding the missing person's flyers. “I was wondering if, uh, you’d seen these people by chance.”

Scotty takes the flyers, barely studying them before answering, “Nope. Who are they?” Huh, that was a little weird, I would think he would want to think harder about it. I study the older man but his face reveals nothing, no fear in his eyes.

“They’re really close friends of ours, honestly we’re worried,” I explained while trying to test him, if he is responsible and he knows friends are looking for them and hasn’t given up he might crack a little. “They’ve been missing for a year now, passed somewhere through here. And we already asked around Salem and Scottsburg—“ But he doesn't let me finish my list, “Sorry.” He hands back the flyers to Dean, “We don’t get many strangers around here.”

Once more his eyes and face reveal nothing but still something about him is coming off weird.

“Scotty, you’ve got a smile that lights up a room, ‘anybody ever tell you that?” Dean tells him, earning a glare from the man himself. Dean chuckles, amusing himself at this point, “Never mind. See you around.”

I wait until we’re back in the car to say something, Dean taking his rightful place in the driver's seat, “Is it me or was that guy acting weird about this all?”

“Nah, he just doesn't have expressions,” Dean responds. I laughed, “That is not what I meant!”, I turned in my seat to face him, “Okay if someone came to you and was all like ‘my friend went missing and she’s been gone a long time and I think she passed through here do you know anything.’ Wouldn’t you really study the photo and try and think back, especially cause it’s a year ago. Scotty barely looked at the photo!”

He seems to contemplate what I said, “ ‘Could also just be a jerk.” he responds. I let out a frustrated sigh, “Dean.”

“Alright, you could be onto something sweetheart. We’ll keep asking around.”

Our next stop is a sort of Gas Station, all road trip essentials lining the walls from maps to mixed nuts. Aka the perfect place someone would stop at on their trip. “You sure they didn’t stop for gas or something?” Dean asks the older couple working.

“Nope, don’t remember ‘em. You said they were friends of yours?” The man who introduced himself as Harley responded.

“Yes, dear friends,” I answered.

“Did the guy have a tattoo?” A sweet blonde girl probably around our age asks, coming down the nearby stairs with a large box in her hand, her face just barely visible. “Yes, he did,” Dean responds. She puts the boxes on the counter and looks at the picture of the dark haired Vince then back up at the couple, “You remember? They were just married.”

Harley’s eyes suddenly widened making a little ‘oh’ sound, “You’re right. They did stop for gas. Weren’t here’ more than ten minutes.” Dean and I shared a look, now this guy wanted to suddenly remember. “You remember anything else?” Dean pushes further.

“I told ‘em how to get back to the Interstate. They left town.” Harley answers, finally sharing some truth. These townspeople were strange. “Would you be able to point us the same way?” I ask him, eyeing him carefully.

“Sure.”

Dean drives down the long road, slower than usual, both of us looking for anything unusual or suspicious. There was undoubtedly something going on whether it was supernatural or not. But there wasn’t much near us, just trees and endless roads.

We pass by what looks to be an orchard, apples hanging from the lush trees.

If I was kidnapping and possibly killing people I would choose somewhere along this Interstate, it was practically dead and no one would suspect anyone driving here even late at night. My thoughts are cut off by a violent buzzing noise coming from just behind me, most likely in the back seat. I turn to Dean, giving him a confused look, he turns his head to the back of the car looking instead of the road. “Dean. Road” I remind him, his eyes going back where they belong.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, shifting myself so that I was kneeling on the seat. I lean over the back seat, having to drop down low to reach his duffle bag, the top of the seat digging into my gut. My ass is definitely sticking up in the air and most likely close to Dean, but I ignore the embarrassment of that idea as I shuffle through his bag. I move one of his shirts around, finding the cause of the loud noise, “It’s your EMF” I call out hoping he can hear me even with my head still buried in the little space between the floor of the car and the backseat. I grab the box, the medal heavy in my hand.

I lift myself up and back to my seat half turned and sitting on my legs, it continues to buzz violently, the meter blaring to the red. “‘Think it’s the orchard” he announces, pulling the car off to the side of the road. We venture into the trees.

The ground was soft beneath my shoes, a light morning dew still clinging to the grass. If this was any other day or occasion I’d say it’s a rather nice orchard but the EMF has not stopped, and I think if it could go any further red it certainly would be there.

The trees were all lined up, apples scattered about the ground and a potent scent of rotten fruit following it. From where we pulled over it wasn’t hard to find the middle of the orchard, the trees cut down in almost a circle, except some paths that broke away in various directions.

A tall post stood in the middle, a creepy scarecrow on it. It looked rather human and full rather than stuffed with straw. Its face looked like a mask with stitches adorning it and hollow eyes, greasy long hair flowing from beneath his fedora. The only scarecrow-like thing about him was the fact he was tied to a wooden post and had a sort of jumper with patches on it, though the added black trench coat contradicted this. And in his hand was a sickle, what was meant to be used for agriculture only made him that much creepy.

Its head was leaned down, and looking up at it made it only seem like he was staring down at us with those empty eyes. “Dude, you're fugly.” Dean says out loud and I almost expect the thing to move or respond, but it doesn't. “Maybe you should say sorry to him.” I practically mumble to Dean. If it came to life I didn’t want a target on his back for insulting it, or mine if it thought I was guilty by association.

“Why would I say sorry?” he counters.

“So that he doesn't kill you if it comes to life!”

“I think it’d kill us either way”

Rationally I knew he was right, but the thought of something like a doll or in this case a scarecrow coming to life creeped me out a little too much, “Good point, but he is horrifying.”

“Yeah, horrifyingly ugly” He chuckles at his own joke, a stupid smile on his face. I try to hide my own laughing, not wanting to encourage him.

“I think I see something,” He murmurs. He moves back, turning to the closest tree with a ladder against it. He picks it up as if it weighs nothing, placing it right next to the scarecrow. He climbs it until he’s at eye level with the thing. I watch his eyes fall to the hand that held the sickle, his gaze at its wrist. Its sleeve ripped a bit revealing leathered “skin” and a sort of design.

I wrack my brain for any customs or cultures that decorate scarecrows beyond just its clothing and face, but I couldn’t come up with anything. Why would anyone put a design on a scarecrow's wrist?

Dean pulls out a paper from the inside of his jacket, unfolding it swiftly before placing it near the thing, comparing the two. “Look who has a nice tat.” he says, turning the paper down so I could see. He held Vince’s missing poster, the young man holding a mug in his hand the perfect pose to see his tattoo. Detailed ink with all sorts of shapes I could even begin to describe, I look back up at the scarecrows tattoo. The two are the exact same, far too alike to be any sort of coincidence.

“Nice tat indeed.”

We immediately got in the car and turned around back to the town. Something was going on and someone was causing it. Now Dean pulls the car into the local gas station. Turning it off and exiting, I nearly stay put in the passenger seat until I see the same blonde girl from before walking up to the car. We needed answers and she seemed to be the only one willing to help.

I exit the car, keeping the door open as I lean my arms on the roof of the car. “You’re back” she greeted, smiling. “Never left.” He replies smoothly.

“Still looking for your friends?” She asks, acknowledging us both. “Yup, call it stubbornness or what have you but we aren’t given up.” I respond, still pushing the same agenda as before. “I’d call that a good friend,” she smiles.

I don’t think she’s involved in all this, she’s willing to answer our questions when no one else was and she seemed to genuinely care. If she was involved then she was quite the actor. “You mind fillin’ her up there, Emily?” Dean asks her, nodding his head towards the car. The nameplate necklace she wore came into view as she grabbed the pump and began to fill the tank. That’s how he knew her name.

“Did you grow up here?” I ask, starting back up conversation.

“I came here when I was thirteen. I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in.” She explains shortly.

“They’re nice people.” Dean replies plainly. She nods as she speaks, “Everybody’s nice here.”

“So, what, it’s the, uh, perfect little town?” Dean shrugs, nonchalantly.

“Well, you know, it’s the boonies. But I love it.” she pauses for a moment, “I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here, it’s almost like we’re blessed.”

Dean turns his head towards me, giving me a look. This definitely was weird, I mean how could every town around them be failing but not here?Were they making sacrifices to the scarecrow? It would make sense considering its tattoo. Dean turns back around to Emily, “Hey, you been out to the orchard? ‘You seen that scarecrow?” We were thinking the same thing.

“Yeah, it creeps me out.” She answers her nose scrunching. “You can say that again” I laugh, “Do you know who owns it?”

“I don’t know. It’s just always been there.” She shrugs.

He nods to something behind her, I turn my gaze to it, my eyes landing on a red van parked by a garage, “That your aunt and uncle’s?” he asks.

She shakes her head, “Customer. Had some car troubles.” That’s a little too convenient, “Is it a couple by any chance? A guy and a girl?” I ask, worried that they might be the town's next victims.

She nods even as her face twists with confusion, “Mmhmm.”

As soon as the Impala's tank was filled, and Emily gestured toward the couple's location, we wasted no time heading straight there. Dean opens the glass door for me, the little welcome bell ringing above us. I walk in first, immediately being hit with the sweet smell of baked goods, the culprit of it being a thick piece of apple pie that Scotty delivered to a couple sitting by the window.

“Oh, hey, Scotty. Can I get a coffee, black?” Dean greets, walking in behind me, adding “And a green tea…actually while you’re at it some of that pie too.” I have to hold back the smile that wants to escape onto my face, he was being slightly annoying on purpose which is proved further when Scotty gives him a nasty look before walking away. But beyond that I’m surprised Dean knew what I wanted, yes I drank tea quite often but how did he know I was feeling that flavor in particular?

He moves to sit at a table right next to the couple, I sit in the chair next to him trying to come up with a conversation starter for the people only a table away. I mean how do you say ‘hey you’re in danger! haha, please leave town’ to someone without them thinking you're actually insane? I am pulled out of my thoughts at the feeling of my chair moving, a soft scratching noise below it. Immediately I see Deans hand at the side of my chair, pulling me closer to him without saying or looking at me.

I try to ignore his strange antics and the butterflies that flutter in the depths of my stomach at his movement as he talks to the dark haired couple, “How ya doin’?” God for someone whose usually so smooth he was being so awkward. They share a weird look clearly looking uncomfortable before waving and smiling. But their uninterest in starting a conversation with strangers is very obvious as the girl leans closer to her boyfriend placing her arm up to lean her head on as if to block us out.

“Just passing through?” Dean continues, ignoring their reactions. “Road trip.” The girl answers plainly, clearly trying to shut down the conversation.

“Hm.” Dean hums his hand suddenly finding my thigh. My heart lurches, my leg twitching slightly at the sudden movement but he just gives me a little squeeze before readjusting his hold. Splaying his warm hand against my thigh, his fingers hooking onto the inside of my leg as he pulls them apart slightly, the gap just big enough to hold my thigh comfortably. He gives me another squeeze as if he was testing the feel of me again…oh god.

My brain seemed to short circuit, any logical thoughts I had turning into a mass space of blankness and static. I swallowed roughly, my heart beating out of my chest and the butterflies in my stomach flying frantically in warmth. This was just for a cover, if we acted as a couple too then they might feel more comfortable and inclined to talk with us, I try to reason with myself. But god when did my face get all warm? Stay focused Y/N, stay focused, I repeat to myself in my head. This wasn’t the time. Can’t be thinking of my feelings for him or the fact that this was only making me feel more desperate for him. Stay focused.

“Us too” He adds, and I have to think for a second what he’s talking about…Oh yes, we are also on a road trip, yeah.

Scotty walks over with a pitcher of something brownish orange, maybe it was apple cider considering this town clearly has a large supply of it. He moves right past us, refilling the couples cups, “I’m sure these people want to eat in peace.” he scolds us.

“Just a little friendly conversation.” Dean smiles up at the grumpy man who begins to walk away, “Oh, and that coffee and tea, too, man. Thanks.” Scotty just stares at him, the scowl on his face deepening, but he doesn't say anything as he walks away fully. “So, what brings you to town?” I ask softly, a sweet smile on my face in hopes of erasing the awkwardness in the air.

The girl answers, “We just stopped for gas. And, uh, the guy at the gas station saved our lives.”

“Aw, really!” I respond trying to sound amused.

The guy answers this time, “Yeah, one of our brake lines was leaking. We had no idea. He was fixing it for us.”

“That’s really sweet” I nod with a smile even as concern eats at me. They were definitely going to be the next victims. But I’m also terribly confused, I have no idea what he was talking about. I'm guessing a broken brake line means you won’t be able to stop the car but I didn’t know it could leak…

“Yeah.” The man nods trying to go back to his food.

All at once it hits me, I nearly want to kick myself for not thinking about it right away. I want to blame it on Dean's hand placement but it was most likely my lack of sleep because I was in fact enjoying his hand on my thigh…

This small town in Indiana was practicing Pagan rituals, and as much as I hate to admit it learning about Pagans was one of my favorite things to do.

“So, how long till you’re up and runnin’?” Dean asks them.

“Sundown.”

It was common in Paganism to sacrifice something or someone to the gods. It was a time where they didn’t understand why certain things happened like crops dying, so they blamed this on not respecting the Gods enough. When the real cause could have been for a number of reasons from lack of water to not crop rotating…

“Really.” Dean pauses for a minute, “To fix a brake line?” He receives a nod. “I mean, you know, I know a thing or two about cars. I could probably have you up and running in about an hour. I wouldn’t charge you anything.” He offers.

…However in terms of supernatural beings when these sacrifices were made it did work, whether or not it was the Gods “cursing” them or just not understanding agriculture. Either way it did work, the gods answered, and the bigger the sacrifice the bigger the payout which is why they typically did human sacrifices, sometimes even on a mass scale.

“You know, thanks a lot, but I think we’d rather have a mechanic do it.” The girl replies, looking nervously at her boyfriend.

“Are you sure?” I chime in, “He really is good, I mean you should see the level of care he puts into his own car. ‘Keeping it all good even though it’s decades older than him, he even keeps my old car in check.” I knew with every word I was stroking his ego, but it was true. Beyond his own car I can count on two hands the amount of times he helped with my old Volkswagen Beetle, he’s probably the reason why it still works.

In the corner of my eye I can see his cocky sexy grin, he squeezes my thigh once more and my thoughts fizzle out again as a kaleidoscope of butterflies flutters in my gut. Jesus Christ, Dean Winchester will be the death of me without knowing.

“Yeah we’re sure” The girl insists.

“Sure.” Dean pauses, his smile dropping, “You know, it’s just that these roads. They’re not real safe at night.” I guess he figures they won’t listen any other way. The couple exchanged a look, “I’m sorry?”

Dean leans in closer, “I know it sounds strange, but, uh—you might be in danger.”

The man finally snaps, looking annoyed, “Look, we’re trying to eat. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Dean says disappointingly, "You know, my brother could give you this puppy dog look, and you’d just buy right into it.” The couple looks at him strangely.

The bell above the door rings and I figure we don’t have much time left, “Look we aren’t trying to bother you and ruin your day, okay, I’m sorry.” I start, looking back at the Sheriff who had walked in. I lean in, speaking just low enough for them to hear, “But you really are in danger, for the last couple of years couples have gone missing this time of year repeatedly withou—“

“I’d like a word with you both.” The sheriff practically booms. I go quiet giving the couple a warning look both to say to listen to what I said and to not bring anything up now, they look scared and hesitant.

“Come on. I’m having a bad day already, ‘m just tryna make it better with my girlfriend” Dean reasons, I know it’s a lie but the way the word slipped so easily from his lips made my heart flutter.

“You know what would make it worse?” The sheriff replies. Dean releases his hold on my thigh, a tingling feeling taking its place. We got up and followed the man outside then following his orders, he was going to follow us out of town and we weren’t allowed back.

We drive down the interstate, both knowing we would turn back once it was clear. But for now we trudge toward passing by a sign that says ‘Thanks for visiting Burkittsville.’ I check the side mirror, the sheriff making a U-turn, heading back to town. Great.

“Should we find a motel nearby and return at night?” I ask, knowing the couple wouldn’t have a car to leave with ‘till sundown.

“Yeah, you need sleep” He hums. I wonder if he’s saying that because he knows I haven't slept at all. “Unfortunately I will not be sleeping ‘cause I have a very good idea on what’s going on and I wanna research further” I answer, opening up the glovebox to pull out the map that resided there.

I unfold it, tracking down Indiana and then the small town we just left, following the colored lines. “I think if we stay straight we’ll be at a rest stop in about 15 mins” I mumble, hopefully reading it right.

“Anyways!” I place the map down in my lap, “I’m very sure this town is sacrificing the couples to a Pagan God.”

“‘Thinking the same,” He answers.

“Okay, good. Now I'm not 100% sure i’m right on which one it is ‘cause there’s a lot of agricultural Gods as well as Gods of the woods, but the second I can search it up I’ll confirm it.” I ramble, talking with my hands.

“To be honest, sweetheart, ‘don’t know much about Norse Gods except the basics.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I got this” I beam.

I grumble for the fifth time typing different wording into the search bar. I want to scream as the page turns blank, the only words on the screen being ‘No Results.’

“What is it?” Dean asks from where he lays in his bed his fathers journal open, looking for anything on Norse Gods.

“Somehow there is nothing on Vanir Gods and when I mean nothing I mean nothing!” I get up from my bed walking the short distance to his, I climb on it putting my legs beneath me. I turned my laptop towards him, showing him the screen, “See!”

His eyebrows scrunch up looking just as confused as I feel, “I know we aren’t in the town anymore but do you think it’s somehow related?” I ask.

“Maybe. We aren’t that far from Burkittsville” He answers, taking my laptop and searching up ‘Books about Vanir Gods’ but again the same message pops up ‘No Results.’

He types in ‘Books about Norse Gods’ a couple searches pop up the main one being a thick book only available in a college in Burkittsville. “That’s so strange.” I mumble, I mean how could they be interfering with the internet.

“If they can make sacrifices to a god I’m guessing they could mess with google of all things. We’ll go there later” Dean responds and I’m sure he means after making sure the couple is safe. He closes my laptop, “You should sleep, I’ll wake you”

I studied him for a moment, and he was right. I should sleep, it sounds wonderful actually. I nod getting up, I don’t even bother changing into comfortable clothes or even taking off my bra I just crawl underneath the covers of my bed. “Good night, Dean.” But it was hardly close to night time.

He smiles, “ ‘Night baby.”

Dean sped down the interstate, the sun was nearly down and we would have been there on time if not for all the semi trucks in the truck stop not knowing how to exit. You really think it wouldn’t be so hard.

Continuing by the vast orchard, we scanned for a red van parked on the side, hoping to beat them there.

After some more driving, we eventually stumbled upon the deserted car, devoid of anyone. He stopped the car short even as we still had multiple feet between us and the vacant van.

He turns the car off and I meet him by the trunk, he hands me a shotgun, “Go through here, cut ‘em off--get in front” he rattles off the plan as he cocks his own gun. I nod, cocking my gun before shutting the trunk as he takes the lead.

I catch up to him, running at his side, passing through each tree as my shoes crush the fallen apples with a satisfying crunch.

I squint my eyes, the dark haired couple too far away to get there before the dark figure of the scarecrow does. It was a clear distance away, I could bring us there in a moment's time. I’ve practiced this sort of distance before, it was doable, and nothing like the asylum. “Get ready to shoot 45 degrees to your left” I shouted, reaching a hand out to grasp Dean's shoulder. He meets my eyes with a look of determination hard in his irises. I focus back ahead on the target, forcing my energy there.

The air ripples around us even as we continue to run, in a blink of an eye we’re in front of the couple. A loud shot rings out, Dean shoots the thing square in the chest. But all it does is stumble back before it continues to walk forward.

Its head was tilted slightly, that greasy hair dangling on his shoulders, the sickle gripped tightly in its leathery hand. “Get back to your car!” I yell behind me, “Go!” I looked behind me for a split second, they were running and we weren’t too far from the orchards clearing.

Almost at the same time Dean and I start walking backward away from the horrifying thing. I raise my shotgun up, shooting it right in its chest as Dean cocks his gun again. But these salt bullets were doing nothing and was hardly buying us time, “Get ready to run!” Dean orders as he shoots the thing again.

Not needing to tell me twice I shift my footing, running towards the clearing right after the couple. Beyond Dean's own shoes hitting the ground hard next to me I could hear the subtle click of its boots walking the ground. Now I know how every character in Halloween felt as Myers went after them.

I do the thing that you should never do in a horror movie and turn my head to see how close the scarecrow was. It couldn’t be more than 10 feet away, “Screw this” I mumble, twisting my footing again so I could walk backwards as it came towards us. I uncomfortably hold the gun in the crook of my arm as I extend my hands forward, effortlessly calling upon my abilities as I shoot out pure energy from my hands.

The scarecrow goes flying what seems like 100 or more feet, landing harshly on its back. I want to celebrate and get all cocky but this was dealing with Norse Gods and I didn’t particularly feel like getting on their nerves at the moment.

I make it to the clearing, my chest heaving from the running and use of powers. Man, water would be good right now.

A familiar arm wraps around my shoulder, the crook of his arm touching my neck as he brings me into his side. His chest heaves too, “Good job.” The praise makes my heart swell but the sweet moment is cut off by the man in the couple panting, “What—what the hell was that?” He points between the orchard and me. Double yikes.

“Don’t ask.” Dean responds.

We sit in the Impala just outside of town so we wouldn’t technically get in trouble.

After helping the couple officially leave, thank god, we went back to the motel. It would be hours until the college opened so we really just had to wait. We ate at some all night diner before showering and sleeping for a couple more hours. We woke early, I threw on some low rise black jeans and a fitted black & gray long sleeve baseball tee, heading out to grab some coffee before heading back close to town to wait.

Dean had called Sam, placing his phone on speaker and positioning it in the middle of the dashboard so we could both hear and speak. He called his brother on his own accord to talk about the “hunt” and I didn’t dare say anything about it knowing he would just brush it off. The call was certainly more than just letting him know how the hunt was going. “The scarecrow climbed off its cross?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, I’m tellin’ ya. Burkittsville, Indiana. Fun Town.” Dean muses, taking a sip of coffee from his cup.

“It didn’t kill the couple, did it?” Sam responded concerned.

“God no” I scuff.

“We can cope without you, you know.” Dean adds.

“So, something must be animating it. A spirit.” Sam theorizes.

“No, it’s more than a spirit. It’s a god. A Pagan god, anyway.” Dean answers.

“What makes you say that?”

I answer this time, “There’s a lot that points to it, from annual cycle killings to the choice of victims. And I’m sure you know human sacrifices were common in Paganism especially when it comes to fertility. There were even mass sacrifices to even protect them and or help them with wars.”

I begin to speak with my hands again, getting more animated as I get excited, “And according to a local all the towns around them are failing in multiple degrees especially in agriculture, while Burkittsville remains flourishing largely in their apple department. As seen not only through their extensive orchard but their numerous apple products, they practically gloat upon it.”

“And you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattenin’ ‘em up like a Christmas turkey.” Dean adds in.

“The last meal. Given to sacrificial victims.” Sam acknowledges.

Dean answers, “Yeah, we’re thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some Pagan god.”

“So, a god possesses the scarecrow…” Sam starts, Dean adding in with their usual weird finishing each other's sentences, “And the scarecrow takes its sacrifice. And for another year, the crops won’t wilt, and disease won’t spread.”

“Do you know which god you’re dealing with?” Sam asks.

“Well, there’s hundreds of Gods.” I answer, “But it will most likely align with Norse Paganism which are broken up into two sections one of them being Vanir Gods. From what I remember they’re Gods of fertility, wealth, wisdom and two other things. I don’t remember too much and unfortunately there’s an issue with the internet so I can’t even confirm my theory.”

Sam laughs, “What do you mean issue?”

“Long story,” Dean responds, “But we’re on our way to a local community college, they have a book on Norse Gods there. You know, since we don’t have our geek boy to figure out the issue with the internet crap.”

Sam laughs again, “You know, if you’re hinting you need my help, just ask.”

“I’m not hinting anything.” Dean replies quickly with a fake annoyance to his voice, “Actually, uh—“ He looks at me as if he isn’t sure what to say, I nod my head encouragingly, “I want you to know….I mean, don’t think….”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, too.” Sam says seriously, seemingly knowing what his brother was struggling to say.

Dean looks to his hands cradling his coffee cup to straight ahead through the windshield, “Sam. You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life.” I don’t try to bite back my smile, he wasn’t looking to begin with, either way I was proud of him.

“Are you serious?” Sam asks, probably never expecting to hear that.

“You’ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I—“ He cuts himself off, sighing, “anyway….I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy.”

“I don’t even know what to say.” Sam says quietly.

“Say you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

“Call me when you find Dad.”

“Ok.” Sam responds, though he sounds upset, "Bye, Dean.”

He collects his phone from the dashboard, hanging up. He catches me staring, “What?” I don’t answer, just smile at him, “No. Don’t give me that happy go lucky sweet look.”

“Oh come on!” I laugh, “That was really sweet of you Dean! So can’t a girl be proud of her boy.”

He rolls his eyes, placing his coffee in the cupholder before crossing his arms across his chest, but his face gives him away a light pink gracing his cheeks. “You are a sweetie pie” I declare, placing a hand on his shoulder. He removes one of his arms from their own hold, placing a warm hand on top of mine, grasping it gently to remove it, “I’m not.” he bites. His tough boy act was so cute.

“If you say so” I shrug, the smile on my face giving away the fact that this wasn’t me giving up on the fact he was a total softy. He turns his head away, facing his window, mumbling something incoherent.

I want to start skipping into the library, who knew a community college would have such a nice one. Though to be fair I would say any library was nice as long as it was in good shape. I make my way to the librarian's desk, “Hello!” I greet, my excitement getting the best of me, “Could you point us to the books on Paganism? Or even just Norse mythology?”

The old woman at the desk looks at me a little strangely, maybe I came off too strong. But her expression contorts into a small smile, “One of our dear old professors would have those sorts of books, lucky for you sweetie I think he’s free right now. I can just give him a little call.”

I look back at Dean, who stands a little bit behind me, he shrugs, I guess it wouldn’t hurt talking to a professor about this. Especially if it meant looking at that book.

I turn back to the old librarian, “Yes please.” But she already placed the phone back in its holder, “He’ll be right down.” Oh. Okay, this woman works fast. “You can take a seat there, it’ll be a moment” she points to just behind us at a mostly empty table. “Thank you!” I smile.

“It’s not every day I get a research question on Pagan ideology.” Professor Williams says, as he leads us to his classroom.

“Yeah, well, call it a hobby.” Dean responds, not sounding all that amused.

“Well what are you looking for in particular?” The older man asks.

“Uh, local lore, maybe” Dean answers, looking at me to jump in at any time but I don’t know if I want to put all my eggs in one basket. We had to choose who we could trust here, and maybe I shouldn’t have been so forward with the nice librarian but doing so made getting to the book easier. I hope. “I’m afraid Indiana isn’t really known for its Pagan worship.” He answers.

I can already feel this being a painfully slow lead to the answer, “You know, actually,” I began, “I was interested in the Vanir Gods. It struck me the other day and when I can’t get an easy answer for something I go digging.” The professor stops in his tracts, turning to face me, “Very well. I was not expecting to hear such a clear topic.”

I laugh a little uncomfortably, “I just like to learn.”

We follow him down the rest of the long hallway into his classroom. A small room with desks and chairs lined in order while a large whiteboard rested on the long wall. He beckons us over to his desk, a thick and long brown leather bound book lying there, “Well, let’s see.” He leafs through a couple of pages seeking what seems to be the chapter he’s looking for, “Ah ha, there we are” he declares, turning the book towards us.

I read the first page quickly, breezing through information I already knew. I turn to the next page only to be met with a picture of a scarecrow-like thing on a post in a field with farmers surrounding it. I read out loud the text just below the image, “The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifice. One male, and one female.”

I looked up from the book catching Dean's eyes, this was definitely it. “This particular Vanir that’s energy sprung from the sacred tree?” Dean asks, gaze flipping to the man in question.

“Well, Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic.” He answers not all that helpfully.

“So what would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it’d kill the god?” Dean questions further. He’s really just putting it all out there. The professor laughs, “Son, these are just legends we’re discussing.”

“Yes of course” I fake laugh along with him, “My, uh, friend here just loves the hypotheticals, you know?”

“I do,” Dean nods seriously. The professor just looks at us strangely. God I really hope he just thinks we’re weird people. “Listen, thank you very much.” Dean says, holding out his hand. The professor takes it, giving what seems like a firm handshake before offering one to me, “Yes, thank you so much,” I say sincerely, taking his hand for a single awkward handshake.

I follow Dean to the door, an odd feeling settling itself in my gut as if something was about to happen. He opens the door and the feeling spikes, my heart jumping at the simple action. What the hell. I want to ignore it, push it to the back of mind and chalk it up to just random anxiety. But I can’t, genuine fear twists itself around within me, clawing at the walls of my stomach as if to warn me. Just as my foot breeches the hallway everything in me screams to turn around.

I listen to my body, turning around as I take a half step back, a large book only inches from my face. A small breathy squeak leaves my lips as I duck, a loud bang and tumble coming from beside me. This was a trap.

Using my bent knees as leverage as well as the attackers stumbling at missing me, I latch on to their forearms pushing up and out still holding on tightly as I lift my leg and kick. My foot connects with the soft expanse of the person's stomach, letting go of his arms at the same time. It was no doubt the professor as he was the only one in the room with us. I watch him stumble backwards, knocking into his desk roughly.

My brain works quickly, adrenaline rushing through my veins. The bang and tumble I heard must have been someone attacking Dea—I twisted my upper body to the right, catching the sheriff's wrist before the blunt of his gun could hit me too. I didn’t need to look to know he already got Dean. God this town was crooked.

I bring his arm down closer to my level, twisting it in an attempt to put it behind him, but he uses his free hand to left hook me, his fist connecting with my cheekbone. I let go of his arm at the action, my hand instinctively going to my cheek that stinged until something cold clinked onto my wrist. I knew it was handcuffs but my eyes went to my wrist anyways just as he clicked into place the other half of the cuff.

He looked smug, as if he had won. He must have been stupid. Not that it changed much but my hands were cuffed in front of me, magic aside it couldn’t have stopped me. I tilt my head slightly, giving him a ‘seriously?’ look before kicking him where the sun doesn't shine, immediately he doubles over holding onto his crotch with teary eyes. I guess you could add assaulting a police officer to my list of crimes, he may have been a sheriff but it probably still counted.

He would be down at least for a minute or more so I turned back to the professor who seemed to be stalking closer with the same book raised as if he was trying to kill a bug. The second my eyes landed on him he stopped moving, I foiled his plan. “Could you stop with the book?!” I exclaim. He seems to contemplate what I said, his eyes slipping from me to something behind me. He was not good at this fighting thing.

Thin but strong arms wrap around me, forcing my arms to my chest. I flailed around trying to shake the guy off, I didn’t want to use my magic yet. The less they knew the better. “Watch, she’s a kicker” the professor warns. “I know” the somewhat familiar voice of the sheriff huffed from behind me, his chest rumbling with each word. His chest was rising and falling fast, I wonder if he fully recovered from my crotch attack or if he was pushing through.

All at once I stop flailing, a smirk making its way on my face, and before anyone can do or say anything more I bite down hard on the sheriff's hand, my neck bending at a weird angle to reach him. He yells letting me go to hold his wounded limb.

I take a couple steps away from both of them, “I’m also a biter,” I muse. I look between both men, neither of them seeming to know what to do. They hadn’t expected this. “Which one of you wants to go next?” I point between either of them, the handcuffs rattling with my movement, “ ‘cause I can go all day, baby.”

They look at each other, worried in their eyes. The sheriff's throat bobbed with a hard auditable gulp. “Aw, don’t tell me you’re scared” I tease, smirking viciously, I was having too much fun with this.

The sheriff reaches slowly for his gun, the one he must have put back after I kicked him. I watch him do it, he’d pull it but wouldn’t shoot and ask me to stand down or come with him. He expects me to be afraid of the gun, at the prospect of being shot which is why he assumes it would work. He pulls it out, holding it firmly out in front of him aiming for my chest, “Get on your knees. Hands behind your head!” he yells. How predictable.

The smirk on my face only deepens, I lift an eyebrow at him, “If you wanted me on my knees so badly you could’ve just asked.” I was never usually so flirty or straightforward, but this was just so fun. I knew I was getting cocky. Maybe I was hanging around Dean too much. “Knees now!” He yells again. At this point he was just feeding me these easy openings. A laugh escapes my lips, I must look like a psychopath.

He readjusts the gun in his hand, his finger scooting back towards the trigger, but he couldn’t shoot, not when they wanted to use Dean and I as sacrifices. “Last chance!” He warns. Last chance indeed.

I catch my eyes flaring purple in his shiny revolver, a look of horror and confusion apparent on his face. A look I was used to, and as much as it normally would upset me I could use it now. The air fizzled around me, maybe I was getting better at this, in a blink of an eye I was right behind him. I kick the back of his knee, the man buckling under his own weight, his gun going off. The bullet hits the ceiling light right above where I stood only moments before.

Shards of glass fall, the light flickering for dominance before eventually going dark. I easily grasp the gun from his hand, turning the safety back on before sliding it across the floor out of the room. Without a plan to actually hurt the man, I used what he gave me, pressing the linked chains of the handcuffs to his neck as I brought the back of his head to my stomach.

He grunts against my hold his hands trying to pry the chain off as his eyes search the professors for help, but his partner backs away hands up in defense. I loosen up my hold, I wasn’t trying to severely hurt the guy or kill him for that matter. “‘Had enough?” I ask, mostly teasing.

Suddenly a soft plush material is pressed to my face, I move to fight or teleport away but my limbs suddenly feel too heavy and my eyes begin to droop. My body feels like it’s falling even as I stand in place, I think. My eyes begin to flutter close, my legs giving out on me. The world turns black.

My head feels fuzzy. My eyes are too heavy to open just yet. It smelt bad, a musty smell combined with a farm-like smell. The ground was comfortable.

I try to open my eyes but they flutter shut again. Someones calling my name, they’re too far away…need to come closer. My head was pounding.

Something suddenly brushes into my hair repeatedly. Even still half gone, fear spikes in me. My eyes shoot open, my upper body jolting up into a seated position. Familiar hands hold my shoulders as I sway, the room seeming to move back and forth, “It's okay, you’re okay” Dean says soothingly. I stare at him, his features becoming less and less blurry as I blink.

He cups my face gently, his fingers barely brushing against my skin. He seems to study me, most likely noting the bruise that is undoubtedly forming where I was hit. His thumb brushes over my wounded cheekbone gently, yet even so I wince sucking in a breath between my teeth. “Sorry” he mumbles, meeting my eyes. I hum, my tongue feeling too heavy to utter a word. “What happened to you?” he asks softly.

I swallow, trying to force my tongue to work enough to answer but my words still come out too quietly, “You went down first. I fought, but I think someone else came. They covered my mouth with a thingy, maybe they used, um, what is it called?” My thoughts felt all jumbled still, fog covering the expanse of my brain. My head was killing me too much to think straight. He practically scowls, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned down in a frown, “Chloroform” he answers. I smile weakly, “yeah that.”

I want to lay down. The room was still spinning, my head hurt. This was embarrassing, I had gotten all confident before– feeling invincible only to be drugged. I remove Dean's hands from my face, holding them instead as I place them on his lap. I looked around us, the room might be moving but it was obvious enough it was some sort of basement. No, a cellar. It was dark and empty, except for the straws of hay lying around. And just across from us was a small staircase up to what seemed like cellar doors. “It's locked,” Dean says, noticing my stare. Of course it is.

But if I could just right my mind, clear the fog, I could get us out easy peasy. Almost as if I willed it, the cellar doors creek open. The sunlight floods through, I try to block it with my hand, the sudden light worsening my headache if that was even possible. I need Advil. Dean lets go of my hand getting up quickly, just watching the quick movement makes me want to vomit. I blink slowly, following suit, with a lot of stumbling I make it to my feet even as it feels like the room is pulling me down.

Four jerks stand just outside the cellar, Harley and Stacy, Scotty, and the Sheriff. Harley moves close to the stairs as if he's about to descend them before getting abruptly stopped by the Sheriff, “I wouldn’t, she's feisty.” Dean laughs at that, my assault on the man very apparent by the various bruises he displayed. I would smirk or laugh too if it didn't feel like I was using all my energy to keep me standing. Harley knocks the Sheriff's hand off but makes no move to get closer, “She’s also still drugged” he bites. “Wrong,” I pointed a finger up, feeling more like a drunk as I spoke, “This would be the side effects or aftermath of Chloroform.” All four of them looked at me blankly, maybe I was wrong. I don't know.

“I hope you both know this is for the common good,” Stacy nods. I furrow my eyebrows, “Thanks for the preaching, lady. It really eases the brain into all this sacrificial nonsense.”

“That's enough” she replies rather calmly before nodding to the others. They begin to close the cellar doors, darkness enveloping us. I sat down rather quickly, landing on my butt harshly, “I'm surprised you didn't say anything snarky to them.”

“You were more entertaining” He answers with a half shrug. He tries the cellar door again but of course it's locked, he huffs moving to sit next to me.

I lean my head on his shoulder. He speaks softly now so as not to disturb my throbbing head, “Where do you think this important tree would be?” He was referring to the tree we would have to destroy in order to kill the scarecrow, and it was a good question. “Hm” I hum, “It would be the oldest tree here, probably the most protected. Maybe the first immigrants brought it over here, so it’s wherever they would plant it. I would say in the middle.” He nods and I swear I could hear the gears in his head turning.

The cellar doors open again, Stacy coming into view “It’s time.” I want to ask why they didn't just take us the first time they opened the doors but I guess waiting to die a little later was better than sooner. I remove my head from Dean's shoulder, do we fight? It would be 4 against 2 except I wasn't completely okay. But we could fight, right? I mean we always make it out, we always wind up fine.

Harley and the Sheriff come down the stairs, the Sheriff watches me carefully as he lifts Dean forcefully up. Harley doesn't show any remorse as he grips my forearm tightly, lifting me to my feet before grabbing my other arm roughly holding them behind my back. I struggle against him attempting to step hard on his foot as he forces me up the stairs behind Dean.

Real fear twirled itself around me, were we not going to fight?

They drag us forward deeper into the orchard, I dig my heels into the dirt trying to slow it down as much as I can. I’m scared. I don't want to die. I don't want to be sacrificed to some god. Please. Please. My headache needs to go away, let me use my powers without pain. I struggle against him more, trying to let my magic seep into anything around me but immediately my headache worsens by ten folds. I grunt in frustration, trying to shake the older man off further but he only tightens his grip. I hope bruises won't come from it, not that it would matter if I died today. I close my eyes tightly, digging my heels in further, please. Please. Anything, please.

Harley pushes me forward effortlessly. I don't want to die. Please. Please.

The ground begins to rumble, shaking violently. Apples tumble from the trees hitting the ground with a bunch of thumps. My heart beats wildly in my chest as if it's trying to jump out and run away. His grip loosens on me as he freezes in place, “It's angry at us!” Stacy yells covering her head. I wiggle out of Harleys hold, taking a couple steps away as my legs wobble like the ground. A familiar click locks into place, I come face to face with a gun, “It’s not causing this. It's her” the Sheriff accuses.

“Dont touch her” Dean yells, struggling against Scotty's hold. The Sheriff must have passed him on to hold me at gunpoint for the second time today. “I'm not doing anything” I spit, the shaking ground growing more intense.

“Your eyes are glowing again” he states. “What are you talking about?” I nearly yell, I think I would know if I was using my own abilities. Plus I've never done anything like this before so how would I be able to do so now?

Before I can react he has my hair wrapped in his fist, pulling my head back forcefully a hiss of pain escaping my lips. It felt like it was going to rip itself right from the roots. “Dont you fucking hurt her!” Dean roars. The ground seems to become more violent, the large trees themselves shaking where they stood while everyone nearly stumbles over. He pulls my hair hard, my neck snapping back as he moves his shiny gun in front of me, showing me its side.

My only slightly blurred reflection stares back at me. My cheekbone had a dark bruise painted there and my eyes were–

My irises were purple. No. It doesn't make sense, I wasn't controlling this. I wasn't making it happen, I've never done this before. The Sheriff pushes me forward letting go of my hair at the last minute, I fall to my knees only a foot away from him. The barrel of the gun is pressed into the back of my skull, “Make it stop or I'll make you stop” he threatens. I can hear Dean struggle against Scotty again, and in the corner of my eyes I see him finally pull away before turning around and punching the man right in the face. Scotty doubles over, but before Dean could do any more damage to anyone else Harvey grabs him.

“You can't kill her, we have to leave them both for it” Stacy argues. The ground seems to roar, the earth shaking so siverley I nearly fall to my hands. “I would stop if I could!” I admit, “I don't kno–” I cut myself off, a sudden deep memory making its way to the surface of my brain. A memory of a deceased corn field, a disaster I caused.

“Make it stop!” the sheriff spits. “I told you I don't know h–” Suddenly the gun is raised up and before I could do anything to stop it, the gun hits the side of my skull. My head feels like it explodes as I hit the ground, my eyes struggle to stay open. The last thing I see before it all goes dark again is Dean trying to lunge forward and the ground halting in its shaking.

My eyes flutter open, my horrible headache accompanied with an even worse head-ache. Both in my head and outside. At this point my brain should be a scrambled mess.

My wrists were zip tied to a thinner part of the tree trunk my back rested on. It was just beginning to be dark out. I move my gaze from above me to across me, Dean sitting against a different tree in the same position I was in. His eyes widen and he attempts to move closer before grunting in frustration at the restrictions of his wrists, “You're awake. Are you okay?” He licks his lips, “I swear to fuckin’ god I’ll kill ‘em.”

I don't say anything, my head is too heavy. He's staring at me with wide eyes, fear clear in his irises. “‘You okay?” he asks again. I nod, my head hurts and I’m confused and upset, but I’m alive so I’m okay. He shakes his head, “No.” I look at him confused, I don't understand. He continues to shake his head, wetting his lips again, “Say it. I need to hear you say it,” he sounded breathless, “I need to hear you say you're okay.”

“Im okay” I say weakly. He sighs, relief clear in the way his shoulders drop. But I had a feeling he knew I wasn't being totally truthful.

He swallows roughly, “Can you see the scarecrow?” Despite my heavy head I look in each direction for the thing, until I can slightly see the post. “Dean” I start and I can hear my own voice wobble with fear, “It's not there.” He fights against his restraints, and I would join him in that effort if my head hasn't already given up on me. “I hope their apple pie is frickin’ worth it” he grumbles.

A shadow catches just behind Dean, I squint hoping I'm just seeing things from potential brain damage then the actual scarecrow. “Dean, I think it's behind you.” Forget everything I said and thought, I begin fighting against my own restraints, the zip ties digging into my wrists harshly. “Dean?” a familiar voice called out.

Sam’s tall figure comes into view as he rounds the tree Dean is tied to. Dean twists his neck oddly to see his brother, “Oh!” he sighs in relief, “Oh, I take everything back I said. I'm so happy to see you. Come on.” Sam takes that as his chance to assess his brother's binding before pulling out his pocket knife, “‘You okay, Y/N?” he asks as he works on sawing the bindings. “Dandy” I respond, truly done with this all.

“How’d you get here?” Dean asks his brother.

“I, uh–I stole a car.”

Dean laughs at that, “That's my boy!” His bindings finally break with a snap. Sam doesn't wait for his brother to get up as he walks the short distance to me, beginning to remove my own restraints. His eyes gaze down at me every now and then, most likely assessing the damage.

Deans at my side a breath later, squatting down to be at my level. He brings his hand carefully to my face, gently moving a piece of my hair behind my ear. Something feels dried and stiff there and I wonder if it's blood from being hit or just dirt. I tilt and roll my head away from him, the pain overwhelming even with the delicate touch.

My restraints snap above me, bits of the plastic tangling itself into my hair. My wrists are raw and red, just one more thing to add to the list. I place my hands on the cold dirt, trying to pick myself up but my ears begin to ring and my vision spins. I sit back down again, huffing. Strong arms grab my arm and waist all but lifting me off the ground and onto my feet, “‘You got eyes on the scarecrow?” Dean asks, looking at his brother who shakes his head. “Alright, I can carry you, the clearing isn’t far off” Dean says looking down at me.

“That's ridiculous,” I shake my head, “I’ll slow you down. I’ll just push through, and we don't have time to argue this.” He grumbles, he doesn't like the idea. But again we don't know where the scarecrow is and we can't waste time bickering over stupid logistics.

I immediately regret not taking the offer. My brain feels like it's jumping around in my skull and swishing side to side as if on a boat. I feel like the orchard is spinning around me, tumbling over itself like one of those tunnels in a fun house.

“Alright, now, this sacred tree you’re talking about–” Sam pants lightly as we run, Dean having filled him in on the information we gathered. “It's the source of its power” I finish, my voice feeling far away even in my own ears. “So let’s find it and burn it.” Sam annonces.

“Nah, in the morning.” Dean counters, “Let’s just shag ass before Leather face catches up.”

We come to a skidding stop, just at a clearing of trees the four jerks from before as well as a couple others stand guard. Sam nudged us in a different direction just to be met with a wall of people, we were surrounded. “Did the whole fricking town come to watch us die?!” I exclaim, “Just let us leave!” I was so tired of this, I just want to go to a motel or something and shower off today's fears before falling into a deep sleep. “It’ll be over quickly” Harley says, and if it was meant to be comforting it was not working. “It's for the greater go–” suddenly a sickle is pushed through his stomach. His mouth opens in shock, blood dripping down the sides. Screams come from all around us, and I hardly know if I was screaming too.

He’s raised off the ground before the sickle is quickly pulled out. Stacy still stands there screaming, watching her dying husband on the floor. But soon her screams are cut off too, the sickle going through her throat. Her eyes are wide, her mouth hanging open too as blood not only spurts out of her neck but spills down like a waterfall onto her shirt. The air fills quickly with all the blood's metallic scent. The scarecrow does not retract its weapon, keeping the curved blade in her neck as it grabs onto Harley's collar dragging them both behind it.

Shock had frozen us in place, but apparently not the townspeople. “Come on let’s go,” Dean insists, leading us away.

Morning came by far too slowly but at least we passed the time by using the stolen car to drive back to the college to get the Impala before returning to the orchard. It all went by so weirdly, I knew I was moving but it felt like I never left that road outside the expanse of apple trees. I hardly remember the drive there or the drive back, everything still spun and the ringing only got louder. I think I might have lost my mind.

We stand in front of the sacred tree though I don't remember how we found it. The tree had Vince’s tattoo printed onto it, that was a tell tale sign it was the right one. Sam pours gasoline all over it, Dean picks up a long branch lighting it on fire before throwing it onto the tree. “‘Think the towns ‘gonna be okay?” Sam asks as the flaming tree roars with the crackling flames. “Don’t know” Dean shrugs, but I think the answer was apparent to all of us.

“And the rest of the townspeople, they’ll just get away with it?” Sam adds.

“Well, what’ll happen to the town will have to be punishment enough.” Dean answers.

We walk back to the car leaving the burning tree behind us, though I hope it won’t spread and cause a whole forest fire, “So, can I drop you off somewhere?” Dean asks.

“No, I think you’re stuck with me.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“I didn’t. I still wanna find Dad. And you’re still a pain in the ass.” Sam explains, “But, Jess and Mom—they’re both gone. Dad is God knows where. You, me, Y/N. We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together.”

I give Sam's arm a little squeeze, it was a really sweet speech.

“Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.” Dean smiles, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder who hits it away. They fall into a fit of laughter, “You should be kissing my ass, you were dead meat, dude.” Sam says between laughs.

“Yeah, right. I had a plan, I’d have gotten us out.” Dean scuffs.

“Right.”

#supernatural #fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #john winchester #slow burn #witch reader #witchcraft #dean winchester x witch reader #dean winchester x f!reader #the hunter and the witch #the hunter and the witch update #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female reader #angst #arguing

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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If you want to could we have a scenario with the cafe tag role reversal au? Maybe readers first time going to the cafe and being met with Clyde and Saber as like a little callback to the first Cafe tag post?

The pet cafe's opening week. Lines spread down the block with the lure of being catered to by an adorable and friendly cast of hybrids joined by a special guest to kick off the launch. Saber was well known in the modeling industry for his looks and charm. Being a high class breed and a hybrid of one of the most common house pets were a clear boost to his popularity. It was no surprise the cafe reached out for his aid which was an obvious success. He had been everyone's first choice for a host, and booked the entire duration of the collab. All this attention was just too much for the poor feline.

"Hello, I'm here for my appointment with Clyde."

Saber's claws leave divots in the table. The hostess manning the front desk offers the customer a warm smile as they lead them to their table, depositing their umbrella in the bin beside the desk. A chipper bee that the customer has to speed walk to keep up with and leaves them a honey flavored sucker as they leave to get their coworker from the back. The poor unaware rabbit ducks behind the coffee table as the doors to the break room fly open.

"Clyde! Your twelve o'clock is here!"

Clyde's pale face drains of color as a menu is shoved in his arms. "What?! I thought you were joking about that...."

"I was at first, but then a real request came in like five minutes later." Robbie pushes their coworker towards the door." Well, don't keep your first waiting. Go, go, go!'

Clyde fits his hair as he's pushed into the dining area. He continues to smooth his curly locks, and tries to make himself look as presentable as possible for his first master of the day. He's never been called on before. He's used to taking meal orders for the guests waiting for more popular pets like that feline. Passing the table were Saber sat crowded by an entire group of people, Clyde feels a chill run down his back as his temporary partner shoots him an icy glare. Creepy. Saber's never been nice to him, but he's never done that before. He could worry about that later. Focus.

"Table six... table six.. Ta- Ah! Here we go. I apologize for the wait, master. Welcome to the cafe, can I get you something to drink to start you off?"

"I'll need a moment to decide. Can you sit next to me until then?"

"Certainly!" Clyde takes a seat on the edge of the booth. It was easier said than done. He couldn't figure out why someone had chosen him, especially a cute human like them if a side view was anything to go off of. Were they using him for something? Maybe they only requested him so they could watch Saber without the wait. Why was he dumping such accusations on a stranger? Why did they feel right?...

"I'll just take a water for now, and sip of whatever you want."

"....Pardon?" Did he hear them right?

The guest looks embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I'd use a separate straw of course, but I thought it would be okay since I saw others doing it and I didn't want you to be left out."

His ears had been tugged on a lot throughout the years - but he heard them loud and clear. They... actually wanted him. Was that him overthinking again? Clyde prayed not. Someone was asking about him. Someone was looking at him. He had been noticed.

The guest looks under the table as their silverware slides into their lap. "Are you alright?"

Clyde holds down his leg, face as red as the tie around his neck. "Y-yes, just- a bit excited. I'll go get those drinks for us."

In the split second it takes for Clyde to hop away from the table, a few face takes his spot. The customer had taken to watching the falling rain outside the window so they remain oblivious to his presence. The slippery feline rubs up against the guest's forearm much to their confusion. They put on their friendliest uncomfortable smile and pull their arm away, waving with a limp wrist.

"Um... Hello"

"Hi there." Saber purrs, switching one leg over the other as his tail falls onto their thigh. "Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah actually, I think his name is Clyde. I thought he was super cute, so I wanted to meet him."

Saber rolls his eyes, picking up the pieces of his friendly facade as he leans on their shoulder. "Awww, don't be like that. I'm sure we could have more fun together than you could with him."

"Really, I'm not interested."

Saber, ever the prideful, refuses to back down. He scoots closer, heavy rain pelting his ears. Thunder claps drilling his sensitive ears with tremendous boom that crumbles his ego and his body to the floor. He covers his ears with his hands and hisses, plugging the holes with his fingers as if trying to make himself go deaf. Hands pulling him away, and cushioning his head with their chest prevents him from doing just that. The guest strokes his head and hushes him as the thunder died out.

"There, there. You're alright." They help him back to the chair and check to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Their hands are so soft. They fade from contact as the guest looks over his shoulder. "Clyde's back. You going to be okay?"

Saber, admitting defeat for now returns to his original table. Clyde bites the flesh of his cheek to keep his smile from spreading too far.

"Master, I'm back. I hope you enjoy milkshakes?"

"Sounds good." The guest scoots back over to their side of the booth, petting the rabbit's hair much to his surprise. Through his salt and pepper locks, they notice a single black dot behind one of his ears. "You don't have to call me master if you don't want to. Y/n is just fine, but if we're handing out nicknames you mind if I call you Spot?"

Spot's leg starts to bounce again. Please let them become a regular.

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere blurb #role swap au #yandere drabble #yandere hybrid

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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Too High

Rating: General

Word count: 1,917

Summary: When the ghouls point out that Copia smells really bad after a Ritual, he realises that something is wrong.

Key tags/warnings: Diabetic Copia, usage of medical instruments including needles, blood

It had been on his first tour as a Cardinal.

They were still getting used to life together on tour. Living in close quarters, having to learn to share, long days of travelling being capped off by high energy rituals. Getting used to being around ghouls and their instincts had been a BIG adjustment for Copia. He was slowly adjusting to all the growls and hisses and posturing.

They'd just finished their first New York show, and they were back on the road on the same night, heading for Ohio.

The ghouls had changed out of their uniforms and into loungewear. Copia had noticed that their clothes seemed to be communal, as Rain was wearing a hoodie clearly too big for him, and Cumulus was wearing a crop top that looked a bit too well-fitting to be hers.

Copia himself was dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and an old ABBA t-shirt, the logo now faded on it. As he walked out of the master bedroom on the bus, he caught the sound of Swiss talking.

"Eugh… Something stinks of absolute shit."

Well, that was nice.

Copia quickly sniffed himself, and yes, he'd remembered to put on deodorant and his ghoul-approved cologne. He frowned.

Then, he walked through to the lounge, where all the ghouls were draped over the sofas. They looked up at the sight of him, and Swiss still had a look on his face that Copia was sure would stick if the wind changed direction.

"Eh…" He looked over his pack, then clapped his hands together, needing to give them a rousing speech after such a good performance. "Wonderful show tonight. Very good, I liked the… Guitar duel, with the- the New York song, very fitting." He nodded to Aether and Dew, who were sat shoulder to shoulder. Dew had his hoodie pulled up over his mouth and nose, like a mask. "And my beautiful lionesses!" He turned to the pair of ghoulettes, Cirrus in Cumulus' lap. "What dulcet tones you sang, what powerful chords you hit." He leaned forward to cup Cumulus' cheek, and she went to flinch away before stopping herself. She leaned into the touch, though her face was one of someone who had just sucked on a lemon.

Copia frowned.

"Alrighty. There is something going on here." He waggled his finger at the group. "What is it?"

"Don't know what you're talking about, Cardinal." Dew shrugged, pulling his hoodie strings so that the hood closed around his face.

"There is clearly something that is the matter. Is someone in heat? I believe it's the smell that's making you… All funny, si?" He put his hands on his hips, not unlike a stern mother, willing to wait out the group.

The ghouls went silent. They stared at him. He stared back, a disapproving eyebrow raised.

Eventually, Rain spoke up. His nose was buried in the crook of his forearm. "We… We think it might be you, Cardinal." He said softly, almost too quietly to hear. "Sorry."

"Me?" Copia's jaw dropped. He sniffed himself again. "Ghouls, I smell fine. I have had a shower, I have dried, I have put on more deodorant and the cologne that your pack picked out for me. The one that you specifically said made me smell nice. How can I smell bad?"

"I'm sorry… You do smell really bad." Mountain winced, his hand twitching to grab the Febreeze from the counter a few feet away.

"I do not!" Copia snapped defensively.

"You really do." Dew groaned, behind the cocoon of his hoodie. Even Aether had covered his own nose and mouth.

"Cirrus…" Copia pleaded, crouching to look her in the eyes. The one ghoul who didn't wear an expression like he'd just rolled in hot garbage. "I don't smell, do I?"

"Um…" She shifted in her seat, gave Cumulus an uncomfortable look. Cumulus shook her head, letting Cirrus deal with this one alone. Cirrus glared at her, her upper lip twitching in a warning snarl, just for a moment. "You… Uhm…" She licked her lips. "You don't smell amazing right now, Cardinal, to tell you the truth." She grimaced.

"Fuck!" Copia growled, standing back up to full height. "What is it, then? What has caused this- this sudden aversion to my smell?"

"Smell weird." Dew supplemented in an almost peurile tone.

"Thank you." He grumbled, the words dripping with sarcasm. "'Smell weird' how?"

"It's hard to explain." Aether huffed, a wince etched on his face from the scent alone. "We don't think it's your cologne. Uh… You usually have a pretty generic smell around you? Like ozone, almost?" He shrugged, dropped his hand to sniff the air, then quickly shook his head in aversion to the scent and clapped his hand back over his nose and mouth. "Sathanas. But now you just smell sweet. Really sweet. Sickly. It, uh. Isn't nice."

"Hot garbage comes to mind." Swiss muttered, and received a slap behind the ears by Rain for that.

"Hot garbage?!" Copia yelped, holding his hand over his chest, as if he was emotionally wounded. "What do I need to do? Do I need to shower, or- or-?"

"It's underneath." Mountain said. "Like this bad scent is woven into every fibre of you. I don't know how long it'll last, but- we really want your normal scent back."

"Hmm." Copia sat down on the edge of the sofa. Rain moved away from him. Thanks. "You say that I have quite a neutral scent usually?" He asked. The ghouls nodded.

"I think it smells like a fresh breeze." Mountain nodded. "It's nice. Nothing like how you smell right now. Sorry."

"And now I smell like…?"

"If a human kit ate their body weight in candy and then threw it all back up." Dew nodded. Now it was his turn to get a quick flick behind the ears by Aether. He hissed at the larger ghoul in response. "What? Just telling the truth."

"You don't have to be such a dick about it." Aether grumbled.

"I smell sweet..." Copia murmured. Then, his eyes widened. "Oh, shit." He breathed. He was up in a second, speedwalking through to the bedroom.

"Told you he'd forgotten deodorant." Swiss scoffed.

Copia was back a moment later, carrying a small black bag, cursing at himself in Italian. "Uomo idiota, come hai potuto dimenticare? Stupido, stupido…" He hissed under his breath, then sat down on the sofa again.

All the ghouls looked at him curiously, but their hands and hoodies and sleeves were still hiding their noses and mouths.

Copia unzipped the bag and dug through it, taking out a small black device, a yellow container, and a pen-looking thing. He placed a paper strip from the bag into the device, then put it to the side. The ghouls were intrigued now.

"What's that?" Cumulus finally chirped.

"Oh, it is, ehhh…" Copia trailed off, uncapping the pen and pressing it into the side of his fingertip. The pen clicked, and Copia withdrew it with a flourish. On the side of his finger was a perfect bead of blood. "It is…"

Rain chirruped, his pupils blowing wide at the sight of the blood just sitting there on Copia's finger, ripe for the taking. He licked his lips, then grumbled as Swiss held him back.

"Ehhh…" It turned out Copia wasn't a good multitasker. He was focused solely on wiping the droplet of blood onto the white card of the device, Cumulus' question going unanswered. He sucked on the tip of his finger as the device flashed, then beeped three times. "Ah, shit…" He whispered.

"What's wrong?" Aether asked. "What is it?"

"Blood sugars." Copia shifted the bag and all its paraphernalia off of his lap and onto the counter. He deposited the tip of the pen in the little yellow bin.

He popped his finger out of his mouth and checked to ensure it had stopped bleeding, then wiped it dry on his leg. "That will be why I smell so terrible to you ghouls." He stood and walked over to the kitchenette, rooting through the minifridge. He came back with a small glass vial with a silver cap.

"I don't get it." Dew said. Like Rain, he, too, was staring at the test strip, saturated in Copia's blood. He wanted to steal it.

"I'm diabetic." Copia gave a small shrug. "Though I don't tend to announce it to the world. Showing weakness is not good when I am climbing the ranks, you know?" He sat down again and started digging through the bag. He brought out a capped syringe and an alcohol pad and lifted his shirt, revealing his soft belly. He ripped open the packaging on the wipe, felt around his stomach for a second, then wiped over the perfect area. "But it is useful for you all to know, since I am in close quarters with you."

"I don't think I've ever seen a diabetic human before." Rain hummed, tipping his head to the side as Copia uncapped the syringe and drew up some of the liquid from the vial into it.

"Seen a few siblings." Dew answered non-committally. He was too busy focusing on what the cardinal was doing. "With needles and blood and stuff. They fucking stink too, now that I think about it."

"Mm, yes, thank you. I was a bit high." Copia nodded to the glucose monitor sat beside him, then tapped the syringe until all of the bubbles escaped it. Then, he turned to the side, hiding himself from the ghouls as he pinched the fat of his belly with one hand and injected himself with the other. He let out a soft hiss, then slowly withdrew the needle. "Done. I should start smelling better soon, I hope."

"That's it?" Cumulus asked, peering around Cirrus as Copia deposited the needle in the container and started to clean up. "How often do you have to do that?"

"Oh, ehhh… Depends. I had a big dinner tonight, but I clearly didn't burn it all off while performing. I'll try harder next time." He chuckled, patting his belly. "I check my blood, eh, five, six times a day? It depends how I am feeling, si?"

"And the injection, do you do that every time?" Cirrus tipped her head to the side like an intrigued puppy. "Can we help?"

"Oh! Ah… I only inject when my sugar is too high. You can probably smell it on my breath, too. Not that I would like to smell my breath, if I were you." Copia tutted, zipping the bag up. "Help? Well, I am pretty well versed in checking my bloods and injecting myself nowadays, but, eh… If you could warn me. When I start smelling bad again. I would appreciate it, si?"

"We can do that." Swiss nodded. He'd stopped covering his nose. "You're already smelling a little better."

"Don't let me get that bad before you make me aware. Though I am offended that you say I smell like 'hot garbage', if you warn me early, I can check and make sure the smell goes away al momento. It will be better for all of us. I won't smell like shit to you, and I won't end up in a hyper."

"We'll prewarn you, Cardinal." Dew nodded, rather seriously for his usually bouncy and stompy ghoul. "Now that you don't smell as bad, you can come cuddle us, if you wanna."

"Ghoul." Copia smiled fondly. "I would enjoy nothing more."

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myfictionaldreams · 2 years

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Eddiexreader request: Hellfire is short a member so Dustin and the boys beg their old babysitter who taught them DND to come play and because they know Eddie has a crush on her and wants to introduce them. Eddie is a nervous wreck.

DUNGEON MASTER MEETS HIS MISTRESS // Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N: thank you so much for sending this request! I hope you enjoy! Also side note, I don’t know how to play DnD so please excuse if I’ve got any of the information wrong

Tags: 18+ readers only, sfw, fluff, idiots in love, awkward flirting, friends to lovers (kinda), eddie being cute and nervous, pet names

Word: 3.6k

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“What do you little squirts want?” you asked, casually leaning against the doorframe to your parent’s home. Before you, stood Dustin, Lucus and Mike, all of whom were staring unnervingly at you with wide hopeful eyes, shifting their weights awkwardly from one foot to another as none of them spoke whatever it was that they desperately wanted to say. Lifting your hand, you waved quickly to Mrs Wheeler who was patiently sitting in her car in the driveway, waiting for the three boys to do whatever they had come here to do.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you tried again, “you’re all a little old for me to babysit you guys so, what is it that you want? I like the matching shirts by the way”, you continued, admiring their shirts that read “Hellfire Club”, not that you had any idea as to what this was.

It was Dustin who finally plucked up the courage to take one small step forward, clearing his throat as he looked you in the eye, “honourary lady, we are here to offer you a prestigious invitation to the most established club in all of Hawkins”.

A laugh bubbled in your throat at how dramatic your invitation was, Dustin always did like to be theatrical. Looking between each of the boys, you thought back to when they were just kids, babysitting them every Friday and now here they were, nearly adults. Glancing down at their shirts again, you responded, “let me guess, is it this Hellfire Club?”, they too glanced down at their shirts, but now it was Lucus to step forward.

“We need you, we all need you, we’re desperate”, he pleaded and even though they had convinced you before they’d even asked anything, you still played along looking uncertain.

Next, Mike stepped forward, looking towards Lucus and Dustin, “guys you’re losing her, enough with the theatrics, here’s the thing,” he turned fully to you now. “Yes we are in a group called the Hellfire Club, we hang out every Thursday to play DnD but we’re short of one player for our campaign and we all thought, who better than the person who taught us the game in the first place!”

The corner of your lips twitched up at the fond memories of the five of you - Will would also be there - playing dungeons and dragons in Mike’s basement and how excited they all were when you all finished the first campaign. You’d spent hours upon hours with them explaining all of the rules, creating characters and stories that allowed the imagination to run free.

Looking between each of them, they tried to do their very best ‘puppy dog eyes’ that they could muster. It was Dustin who spoke one final time, asking, “So what do you say? Will you please join the Hellfire Club?”

A big grin spread across your face as you finally relented, “of course, I will dorks, it’s not like I’ve got much else going on at the moment”. Stepping out of the house, swinging the door closed behind yourself, you followed the three cheering boys down the path and into Mrs Wheeler's car.

Walking through the corridors of Hawkins high school was bizarre, to say the least, especially as you’d graduated two years before, you never thought that you would have returned here but the boys quickly explained this is where the club was being held due to the space that they needed and Mrs Wheeler didn’t want the kids screaming in the basement anymore.

“So, who’s in Hellfire club anyway?” you inquired, looking at the three boys who had been acting rather suspiciously since you’d said yes, sharing secret smiles to one another that they thought you wouldn’t have noticed.

Lucus was the one walking next to you and answered your question, counting on his fingers as he went, “well there’s me, Mike, Dustin and Erica who is already there, and also, Jeff, Gareth and..”. This was when they all looked at one another with the secret smile plastered on their faces again, they were definitely hiding something.

“And… who else is in the Hellfire club?”

“Uhh… Eddie Munson”.

Your feet stopped all movement, your heart pounding in your chest at that name. You hadn’t seen Eddie in nearly two years, having been in the same school year as him until he failed and had to resit the year whilst you graduated, if you knew Eddie was going to be here you might have dressed a little nicer, not that this would necessarily matter, it’s not like you ever spoke to him during your time at school anyway.

“Ok… Eddie, I know Eddie… why did you hesitate to say his name, Lucus?” you questioned, looking suspiciously at the boy who was still smirking at his friends.

For a brief second, you thought maybe they had discovered who your high school crush was but it was Mike who suddenly blurted out, “because he has a crush on you!” Lucus and Dustin both smacked Mike in the arm, shouting that he wasn’t supposed to say and that Eddie was going to kill him. “He’s going to freak out either way, what’s the harm” he reasoned, trying to bat away the hands that were still hitting him.

You were thankful that they were all so distracted with telling off Mike that they hadn’t noticed your widen gaze or the fact your knees wobbled slightly at this revelation. There was no way Eddie freaking Munson had a crush on you, absolutely no chance in hell, the boys had to be pranking you or something. “You boys are fucking with me aren’t you, ha ha very funny”.

“What no? Why would we lie about this, he talks about you all the time.” Now you definitely know they’re lying to you, it had been so long since you had even seen him, there was no way he remembered you, let alone enough to talk about you constantly. Rolling your eyes you walked past them, continuing down the corridor until you reached the drama room, pushing heavily against the double doors and walking in.

You’d become so distracted by the fact that the kids had been messing with you, that you hadn’t had time to fully process the fact that you’d be actually in a room with Eddie, as you stood unblinking, staring at him from where he sat in his throne at the head of the table in the centre of the room. He’d changed in the last few years and it looked for the better, not that this helped your bubbling stomach, his hair had grown out and from what you could see on his arm, he’d also got a few tattoos.

You had to remind yourself to take a few deep breaths as the three boys brushed past you to enter further into the room. Maybe it was the gleam of the lights but you swore Eddie’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second as you entered.

Dustin approached the table first, arms wide as he spoke, “you asked for a sub, here’s the best that Hawkins has to offer”, he then pointed to you, and all eyes shifted in your direction as you finally mustered up the courage to walk towards the table.

“Thanks for letting me join your little club” you politely said to the group, eyes nervously flicking from Eddie to the floor and back to Eddie. It wasn’t often that you found yourself nervous, it was embarrassing for the kids to see you like this, so you took another deep breath, rolled your shoulders back and held your head high, looking at the other members of the club before finally resting on Eddie, determined not to flinch away but instead take in every detail of the man, from his silver rings to the deep brown eyes that had you captive for so many years during high school.

Eddie currently was resting his finger against his lips, looking as if he was bored, not even a smile on his lips as he announced, “Welcome to Hellfire.”

As you moved to take your seat, the boys quickly rushed to the other remaining three, conveniently only leaving the seat available that was next to Eddie. Trying not to roll your eyes or collapse at being so close to Eddie you could smell his cheap aftershave and a hint of weed from him, you sat down in the chair.

It was Erica who spoke next however, “wait that's it? Welcome? You gave me loads of shit when I joined, why doesn’t she get the same?”

Eddie only lazily waved his hand at Erica as if dismissing her, “someone quieten the child”. The other boys laughed as Lucus tried to calm Erica down as she looked ready to rip off Eddie’s head.

Glancing back at the man, you tried to take in more details without looking like you were staring at him, did he always used to be so fidgety? His hands were now in his lap as he played with the rings on his fingers, something you were subconsciously doing in your own lap but that was because you were nervous to be in the same room as him.

“So you’re the dungeon master? Not sure how I feel about that, but I guess we’ll see” you observed, trying to ignore the slight wobble in your voice or the way your throat suddenly became tight at seeing the corner of Eddie’s lips turn up for only a second.

It was Dustin who spoke again as he informed the group, “she used to be our dungeon master, or mistress as she liked to be called, taught us everything we know about DnD”. Pride filled your chest at the smile spread across Dustin’s face at the fond memories.

Eddie shifted closer in his seat, his wavy hair covering part of his face as he questioned, “you taught them? You’re the dungeon mistress that they always talk about? Y’know, I never would have guessed that you would be into this kinda thing, Sparkles”.

That nickname… you hadn’t heard it in years, it was what everyone called you during your last few years at school because during a science experiment, instead of having your model of a volcano erupt like everyone else, you’d used a sparkler for the lava and henceforth, you were known as Sparkles. “I haven’t heard that nickname in years and, I guess it’s nice that they all think so highly of me”. Again, you noticed Eddie’s mouth twitch up into a smile before his face returned to neutral, leaning back in his chair nonchalant. “Well come on then, let’s see how good you are at being the dungeon master than Mr Munson.”

It took all of your guts to try and hold his stare, slightly raising your eyebrow in a slight challenge as your knee accidentally brushed against his under the table to show you were only joking. From the corner of your eye, you could see the other players glance at one another, smiling mischievously.

Unknown to you, they had actually all been planning this all week and it all started with the missing player, Daniel. He had been acting progressively ill throughout the week until Eddie had demanded that he go home so as to not spread the illness to anyone else, thus, giving the boys the perfect excuse to bring you in.

Even though Eddie was a private guy, the only thing that he would discuss outside of Hellfire club, was a certain maiden that had captured his heart. At first, no one thought anything of it, thinking it was a fictional character or someone in one of his bands but the more he spoke about her, the more details he let slip. For instance, she worked in a building surrounded by books, which coincidently, the library was where you worked five days a week and eventually everyone put two and two together and they HAD to set the two of you up.

Everyone around the table except you could tell that Eddie was nervous, he had never stumbled on his words and now here he was, fumbling to finish his sentence but as the campaign continued, he seemed to relax more, getting into his role well and before long, you were relaxing and getting into it too.

The hours passed by in a flash, you hadn’t had this much fun in months, you really missed being able to play these sorts of games. Through all the shouting, gasps and cheers, you kept catching Eddie’s eyes, noticing that he settled on you for more time than he did others but it was probably just your mind overthinking again.

Before long, Mrs Wheeler had arrived to pick up the kids, walking them to the double doors of the theatre, Mike turned and asked if you wanted a lift home too. Turning back towards the table that everyone had been sitting at, you watched Eddie packing up by himself, Jeff and Gareth having already left, “No it’s ok, I’m going to help Eddie tidy up, I’ll get myself home, thanks though and thanks for inviting me squirts, it’s been fun hanging with you all again”.

You waved them all off, and as they turned away, you couldn’t spot the shit-eating grin spread across their faces. Walking back into the room, you quietly started helping Eddie stack the chairs along the wall, neither of you saying anything except glancing at one another when the other wasn’t looking.

Once Eddie had finished stuffing his bag with all of the DnD memorabilia, you moved to pick up the table, planning to place it against the wall with the others but Eddie was soon rushing forward, “oh no no no, I’ve got that, put it down”. Huffing a laugh you did as instructed, “thanks” you mumbled as he effortlessly picked up the table, your eyes once again glancing over his form, specifically how you could see the muscles in his back moving beneath his shirt.

Shaking your head you looked away, “you were a really good dungeon master, by the way, the way you told the story had me captivated”.

Eddie placed the table down, turning towards you sharply, biting his lower lip before responding, “oh uh thanks, yeah it’s just nice to be able to play with people that are older than 12”, you laughed, eyes gleaming as you saw Eddie grin at the sound of your laugh. “So how long has it actually been since I last saw you then, what, two years?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest and it took all of your internal strength not to stare at his arms.

Unbeknown to you, Eddie was lying, it hadn’t actually been two years since he last saw you, in fact, it was only yesterday. Not that he would ever admit it but he passed the library every day on the way home from school and could spot you in the windows, stacking books away on the shelves. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, he just wanted to check in on his maiden you without having to talk.

“Yeah, two years. I would say you’ve changed but I think it’s only the length of your hair” you responded, smiling lightly at him as he picked up his bag, both of you walking to the doors which he promptly held open for you. Your cheeks started to warm as you two walked down the corridor together, his arm was so very close to brushing against yours but neither of you had the courage to move it half an inch towards the other.

“Y’know Sparkles, I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not”.

“It’s definitely a good thing, I always liked you, even if we didn’t speak”, your cheeks were on fire now, what is going on with you, the second you’re alone with him you become a blubbering idiot, get yourself together, you thought as he once again held the doors open for you at the end of the corridor, both of you leaving the building.

“Oh yeah? Why didn’t we ever talk anyway, if I knew you were playing DnD with the others, I would have been pestering you for years now” you once again laughed at his words, wishing that he had in fact been pestering you for years.

“It’s probably because you never turned up to school Eddie”, you were too busy looking at your own shoes to notice the way Eddie’s eyes glazed over when you said his name, shaking his head, his long hair lightly drifting in the wind, he tried to continue.

“You’ve got a good point there, Sweetheart, and yet here I am, still suffering in this hell hole” he pointed to the school behind him, now it was your turn to try and not collapse at the mere use of a name, you could get used to him calling you sweetheart.

You were glad the others had left, you didn’t think you could stomach the thought of them seeing you and Eddie Munson, smiling like idiots, cheeks warm to the touch, hearts pounding in your chests, enough to make you feel slightly sick.

The sound of a car door slamming seemed to snap you both out of whatever trance you seemed to be in, Eddie laughed under his breath as he pulled on his jacket.

“I should be getting back, it’s quite late, I’ll definitely see you around though Eddie” you begin to turn away, preparing to start walking home.

“Wait, you’re walking? Sweetheart, I’m not letting you walk home this late, come on I’ll give you a ride”.

“Oh no it’s ok, I don’t want to put you out of your way” you replied, feeling bad as you knew his trailer was in the opposite direction to your place.

Eddie gave you a deadpan look, “come on dungeon mistress, my mighty stead awaits”, he bowed dramatically, holding out his arm in the direction of his van. You thanked him after laughing lightly, walking past him towards his van, missing the way Eddie released a heavy nervous breath before jogging to catch up, once again holding open the door for you to climb in.

Once he was settled into the driver's seat, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, his metal music playing quietly in the background. It took all of your power to not roll your eyes at the overwhelming smell that was purely of him coming from the van, all you wanted to do was move closer to him.

“So do I”, “How do”, the two of you started speaking at the same time, causing you both to chuckle lightly. “You go first,” he politely said.

Turning to him slightly in your seat, you continued, “I was going to ask, do I get one of your amazing Hellfire shirts now I’ve joined for one session? Or are they exclusive shirts for full-time members?”

He smiled over at you, his brown eyes bright, “well usually they’re only for full-time members but seeing as you’re an honourary member today, I’m sure I can sort one out for you”.

“Thanks, Eddie,” it felt like there were butterflies flying in your stomach as you pulled your sleeves over your hands to hide them from shaking, no-one had ever made you feel like this, a nervous wreck whilst smiling like a love-sick puppy. “Oh, it’s just the one here with the red door” you pointed out, not even realising that he’d turned onto your street.

He pulled the van to a stop, turning to you in his seat, “let me get that” he mumbled and before you could react he was leaning across you, pulling on the door handle and giving it a shove to open. All the whilst your mind was completely blank as his hair brushed against your cheek, “there you go, Sweetheart”.

“Thanks, I’ve uh- I’ve really enjoyed tonight, if you’re ever missing a member again, you know where I am”. Climbing out of the car, you gave him one more smile before closing the door, turning to walk towards your front door. As you were unlocking your front door, you heard the door to Eddies van open and him running around the front of his van.

“Wait- hang on” you turned to him, wondering what was wrong but what you weren’t expecting was to see Eddie freaking Munson, running towards you, his bare chest on show, displaying the few tattoos that he’d accumulated, his leather jacket haphazardly thrown on and his shirt waving in his hand. “Here, have this, I’ve got a spare one at home”.

Your mouth hung open, staring from his shirt to his handsome face, he seemed to suddenly regret his actions as he awkwardly shuffled his weight on his feet, “if you give it a wash it’ll be like new, I just thought that-”.

You rushed forward before he could mumble anymore, taking the shirt from him and holding it to your chest, “thank you! Now I’m finally a part of the Hellfire Club!” you shouted sarcastically, laughing with Eddie as he released a long nervous breath, “I appreciate it”.

He nodded once, giving you one last smile before turning back to his van, walking down the path and what you weren’t aware of was that he could still see you in the reflection of his van, watching as you lifted the shirt to your nose, breathing in Eddie’s beautiful smell and smiling brightly. Eddie had to use all of his willpower not to turn around and go back to you but he kept walking, climbing into his van with ease, rolling down the window to shout, “I’ll see you around Sparkles”, grinning widely before speeding off, his tires screeching as he went.

You all but collapsed against your door, breaths coming in quick pants, smiling to yourself. Today had been a good day.

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southernbluebellereader · 1 year

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Routines

Part 2

COD MW2 Taskforce 141 x F! Southern Hair Dresser Reader - Not the same as the Southern Cook Reader

Captain John Price, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F! Southern Hair Dresser Reader (COD MW(2))

Warnings: Suggestive actions/language. Slight bullying.

Word Count: ~2,015

Summary: Y/N opened up a little salon close to the base where the Taskforce 141 are stationed and there is now a platonic relationship between them and it's always fun bringing in rookies for their first hair cut.

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“Alright, y’all, line up,” Y/N beckoned the men of Taskforce 141 to enter her little salon. She’d never thought that opening up a salon close to a military base would be a good way to do business. It was always fun when the new recruits came in at the beginning of basic training. When she first opened up her salon, it was a little overwhelming for her and her two coworkers, but after a while, they got a hang of it. There was an unspoken deal between some of the higher-ups of the base that they all come to her little salon for haircuts. It was also fun seeing groups of soldiers who’d just come back from a mission - especially long ones - enter her salon in an attempt to shed the very last thing from a mission.

Soap kept rubbing his head as he raised his hand, “Can I go first, Y/N?”

Chuckling, Y/N called him over, “C’mon, Johnny, have a seat.” Soap nearly jumped into her chair and allowed her to put the cape around him, “What we doin’ today, soldier?”

“Me usual, please.” Soap nodded as Y/N pulled out her clippers and turned them on. Price and Gaz were seated in the waiting area closest to Y/N’s booth. After a few minutes, Y/N pulled out a little fluffy brush and brushed off excess hair from Soap’s shoulders, and removed the cape from his body, “Whatchu think, big man?”

He leaned forward and examined himself in the mirror, then smiled, “Looks great! Thanks, Y/N!”

“Aight, get up on out of ‘ere,” Y/N swept some of the hair on the floor and looked over at Price and Gaz, “Who’s next?” Soap left the chair and pulled out one of Y/N’s hand mirrors, looking at himself from every other angle as he walked over and sat beside Price.

Price pointed at Gaz, who was ready to go, “Hop up Mr. Garrick and tell me whatchu want?”

“Just the sides and a little on the top, yeah?”

“You betcha!” Y/N winked at Gaz through the mirror and did as she was told.

Once it was Price’s turn, he took his hat off and hung it on one of the hair dryers as he sat down. Y/N examined his hair and bear slightly as she covered him with a cape, “You gonna tell me why you tried to cut your own beard, Captain Price?”

Price chuckled and ran his hand through his beard, “Gotta do what you gotta do in the field. Tighten things up, will ya’?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Y/N did as she was told and sent him to the sink to get his hair washed. “Where’d y’all go this time? Somewhere sandy?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Price huffed slightly as he sat down and rested his head over her sink, waiting for Y/N to make sure the water wasn’t too hot.

“I do say that because I can see all the sand in your hair. Would it kill ya to do a quick rinse before y’all came here?”

“We’d put you out of a job, Y/N.”

“Yeah yeah,” Y/N finished washing and rinsing his hair - properly - then gently dried it with a towel. “Get back on up and have a seat, Cap. I got my work cut out for me.” Chuckling, Y/N began brushing through his hair with a comb, swiftly cutting and trimming his hair. Once finished, Price attempted to make his escape once she’d turned around.

“No sir! Sit your behind back down, I’m gon’ that bird’s nest on your face.” Y/N pointed at him and stared at him sternly until he sat back down, hearing him mumble under his breath as she came back with her shaving kit. “How you gonna let me fix the hair on your head and not the hair on your face?” Y/N shook her head as she prepped her shaving brush and shaving bowl.

“Oh, you know how I am with my beard.”

“That’s the thing, I do know how you are with your beard. Which is why I shave it so well. Now hush and sit still, Cap’n.”

Doing as he was told, Price held his tongue while watching her cheekily, lifting his chin to allow her to apply shaving cream on his face, then allowing her to hold her manual beard shaver next to his skin.

After carefully shaving Price’s beard to his liking, she removed his cape and allowed him to examine himself in the mirror, “How’d I do, sir?”

“Splendid.”

Price pulled out his wallet but was stopped by Y/N, “Not today Captain. Y’all just got back.”

“You can’t possibly be serious, Y/N, let me pa-”

“I said no!” Y/N shook her head and urged him to put his wallet back, “Again, y’all just got back. This is on me.”

Price shook his head and did as he was told, “Yeah you say that every time we come up here. How are you still in business?”

“I have my ways, Captain.” Y/N watched as he rounded Gaz and Soap up and thanked her as they headed out. Price remained for her usual question at the end of every haircut they came for: “Simon coming in later?”

Price’s answer would always be the same: “No doubt in my mind.” And he’d tip his hat and wink at her before heading out.

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A few hours later, just before closing, Simon would enter Y/N’s little salon as she was sweeping, the little bell above her door signifying his presence. Y/N would always be the one to open and the one to close her shop, to take him in and allow for privacy. The blinds would be half closed so she could still see the outside, but would cover enough so that Simon’s face would still remain a mystery. Simon Riley. It was hard getting him into the salon. Unless he done messed up his hair, real bad. Or he needed new razors to shave. It wasn’t until he came in with a pack of rookies who needed buzz cuts, scratching his face through his mask that she demand he comes back before closing so she could properly cut his hair.

“Simon! ‘Bout time you showed up,” Y/N put her broom up and watched as he took his mask off, revealing disheveled hat - or mask - hair and a scruffy jaw, “We doin’ full-service today?”

Giving her a small nod, he allowed her to usher him to the sink and gave him a towel to wrap around his shoulders as he sat down in the chair in front of the sink, leaning his head and neck down to the sink.

“I’m going to turn the water on Simon, you aight with me washing your hair?” Y/N knew to speak softly around him when he came alone. She’d never imagined that she’d be the go-to hairdresser for the military, but she was glad she could give something to look forward to in order to renew themselves from what they’d seen. With Simon, it was different though. She’d heard all sorts of stories about him - she couldn’t keep track of them all - but he was different from the rest.

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes as he heard the water turn on. Y/N felt the water and waited until it was lukewarm before she gently began to wash his hair. Sand and dirt left his hair as she rinsed his hair. Washing his hair was one of the few things that would indicate where he’d been on a mission. This time it was most likely somewhere warm and sandy.

“I’m going to shampoo your hair, Simon, you ok?” Y/N smiled slightly as he stirred, giving her a slight nod. Asleep, are we now? She pumped some shampoo into her hands and gently scrubbed his head, earning a soft groan. Must’ve been a rough mission for him to be this tired.

Once finished, she ushered him to her chair and began the silent haircut. Y/N learned quickly that Simon wasn’t much of a talker, but she was fine with that. Until she put on her radio and he’d ask her to change the channel or change the song. Or if the tv was on, he’d ask her to change the channel or put on a particular channel.

“You want a shave, today?”

“Please?” Y/N worked swiftly. He liked that. But he enjoyed the time he was there. It allowed him to almost forget himself for a moment. It made him almost forget his job. It made him almost forget the life he’s had and that he currently has. He could care less about the haircut and the shave, the simple act of having someone else wash his hair was comforting.

“All done, Lieutenant.” Y/N tapped his shoulder and removed the cape from his body and dusted the remaining hair from his shoulders. Unlike the rest of her clients, Simon would watch her instead of examining his hair. She found it awkward at first and did her best to ignore it. She eventually got used to it. For Simon to trust her to cut his hair was an honor. She doesn’t know what sort of life Simon had growing up, or even what he does as soon as he left her salon, but she felt honored still.

She took a step back and allowed the large man to stand up. “How much d’I owe you?”

“On the house, Simon.” Y/N threw the cape and the towels in a bin to be washed and dried overnight.

“Nah.” Simon gave her a half smile and pulled out a wad of cash wrapped with a rubber band. The amount, plus tip, would cover his haircut, and the rest of his team’s haircut. He placed it on the counter by her register as he walked out. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“You bringing me them rookies up in here?”

Simon waved his hand as he walked out, ignoring her question. Y/N smiled as she finished looking up, “These men kill me.”

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“Youse a rookie, you ain’t got a choice,” Y/N switched the end pieces of her electric razor as the next rookie looked at her cocky, demanding a particular haircut. Y/N chuckles as she turned the electric razor on, earning a gulp from the rookie in her chair.

Y/N and her two co-workers firmly enjoyed it when a fresh batch of rookies would arrive at her salon at eight in the morning - sharp.

Soap and Kyle would take turns bringing in a batch of rookies while Simon stood watch, keeping things in check. Occasionally he’d walk between Y/N and coworkers, jokingly reminding them that they missed a spot to get a rise out of the rookie in the chair.

Every so often he’d call out: “Don’t make me remind you to say your thanks once these ladies finish their job.” This caused constant repetitions of:

“Yes, sir!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Thank you, ma’am!.”

If a rookie felt bold enough to make conversation with one of the hairdressers, especially Y/N, trying to chat their way into a more stylish haircut, Simon would stand next to him, uncomfortably close to them, arms crossed, and simply tower over him.

Honestly, it scared Y/N in the beginning, until he started talking. “You sure you want that, rooks?”

Then he’d lean down and his masked face would be just about three inches away from the young soldier, rendering him still, speechless, and filled with fear.

Chuckling, Y/N began her work on the young soldier’s head, “I done told you not to say anything, sweetheart.”

Part of her felt bad, especially in the beginning. Until the same soldiers came back from basic training for a trim, coming back as changed men. And as they continued with their service, she’d gotten to know them and every hair cut would serve as a reminder of home.

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Let’s Win This Love

part 2: keita's ending; matthew's ending (coming soon) wc: 2.6k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: I think I said h*ll maybe a couple more swears, otherwise pretty silly and fluffy and fun summary: keita and matthew (aegyo) battle for an oblivious planetmaster/idol!reader's affection in this semi-realistic fictional retelling of boys planet episodes 3 & 4 ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ A Cancer and a Gemini having the same taste and then duking it out is literally so typical, I can't. Honestly, this one has a very respectful dash of crack, I think I wrote Zhang Hao, Kuanjui, Zihao and the star masters a little too funny, but that's why it's only "semi-realistic". Hopefully you think its funny too. :) Also, this technically exists in the same world as the Junhyeon one... Since I wrote that the reader is also from my new canon fictional idol group "Virtual Reality". So if you want to believe that this is a prequel to that one, that is hilarious and I fully support it. This was a request and I was so happy to get it, please send more <3

"Okay, this is Kill This Love practice room. G-group are on the far side, K-group closest to the door," a producer explains quickly while a stylist smoothes your hair down.

"Thank you," you say with a smile, nodding at the stylist first and then the producer.

"Whenever you're ready," she says, backing away so you can open the door. You reach your hand out, grabbing the door handle and pulling slowly before stepping inside the practice room.

You stand there for a moment, looking at the two groups of boys sitting very endearingly in little circles on the floor. A smile creeps onto your face as you watch them carefully discuss what positions they should take for their performances.

"OH MY GOD!" One of the trainees shouts suddenly from the other side of the room. It startles you a bit as the other trainees begin to freak out as they recognize you as well.

You nod respectfully to them in a greeting, laughing at the boys' excited reactions. "Hi," you say with a little wave.

The boys shout their hellos back.

"I'm (Y/N) from Virtual Reality, for anyone who doesn't know. I'm here as a Planet Master to help you throughout the week with your performances," you explain. "I'd love to sit in for a while as you decide your parts for the song, if that's okay?"

"Can we go first, please?" A very tall and intimidating boy from the K-group team asks as he jumps to his feet.

"Yes, since you said please," you agree with a nod, making your way over to the circle of K-group trainees on the floor. You sit with them for about fifteen minutes, the process of divvying up parts going incredibly quickly. They all seemed to have an idea of exactly what they were going to do before they even sat down, all ring-led by that giant boy who, as it turns out, is a golden retriever in disguise.

Making your way over to the G-group now, you quietly join their floor circle as the boy on your left speaks.

"It's natural that we all want the killing part, but we have to think of what is best for the team's performance first and foremost," the dark-haired boy says articulately. You can't help but notice he looks a bit familiar to you. He turns to you, smiling, but his name tag is blocked.

"Please, keep going! I love how you worded that," you compliment him, hands gesturing for him to continue.

"Thank you," he accepts, as he sits with one knee hugged to his chest. "I think the best way to figure out who gets what part might be for everybody that wants it to try it out. Then we can determine who fits it most."

They audition the Killing Part first. Each boy takes a turn, the brown-haired boy to your right named Matthew seeming very determined to win, but it's clear that the trainee best suited for the part is Keita, the boy on your left. They put it up to a group vote after everyone has taken their turn.

"Do I get to vote?" You ask with a laugh.

"Yes, but only if you're going to vote for me," Keita says, grinning.

"Wooow," you sigh in disbelief.

"Of course you get to vote," Zhang Hao, the leader, confirms. "But... Only if you vote for me."

Zhang Hao prompts everyone to point to their choice in three, two, one...

Almost every finger is pointed at Keita, including yours. His, however, is pointed at Matthew.

"Keitaaaa, okay, okay," Zhang Hao congratulates. The smaller boy bows his head gratefully and there's something about the way he does this that confirms you have in fact seen him before.

"Keita..." You think out loud, brows furrowing. "Keita, why are you so familiar to me?"

He laughs. "Because I sat behind you at the Asia Artist Awards last year."

"OH MY GOD! You're the one that stepped on the back of my shoe!" You say, finally remembering where you'd seen his face before.

"Exactly!" He confirms much too happily, before realizing what you said. "Hey. I apologized for that!"

"I'd like to change my vote to this one," you say, pointing at the boy on your right. "He would never step on my shoe."

"You're right, I would never step on your shoe," Matthew confirms with a smile, but you take notice of how sad he looks after losing the part.

"Too bad, you were only allowed to vote if you voted for me anyway, remember?" Keita says with a grin.

You roll your eyes. "Whatever, shoe-stepper."

The boys continue voting on parts; the main vocal first, then the main rapper, then subvocal one, then subvocal two... You watch as Matthew, the youngest member of the team, loses each part and, in turn, all of his confidence. His eyes are glued to his lap and your heart absolutely breaks when you see a tear fall onto his pants leg as he's handed the subvocal two part.

"Aw, this one," you say with a little laugh, motioning with your hand for Matthew to lean over to you. "Come here, I need to hug you."

The boy stares at you for a second, doe-eyed before quickly moving into your open arms.

"You look so sad, I can't stand it," you say, patting his back comfortingly as you squeeze him gently. Pulling away from the hug, you keep one hand on his shoulder. "You're doing great. I know you probably feel a bit rejected and that's not a nice feeling. But this is the right part for you... and whether you wanted it or not, you have to make the best of it. Also, I'm not gonna lie, it's actually my favorite part of this song."

He nods quickly, clearly flustered by the attention you're giving him. You have been told before that your ability to never break eye contact is both impressive and incredibly intimidating.

"The year is 2019. The world is about to basically explode and nobody knows it yet. All I care about is releasing our next song," you start to say dramatically as you turn to address the whole group.

"Oh! Are you sharing a personal anecdote that will resonate with each of us and motivate our team to work together cooperatively to win the challenge?" Zhang Hao asks excitedly.

You blink back at him, a pout eventually forming on your lips. "Well I was going to, but you ruined it."

"I was actually wondering something."

You turn to your left as Keita speaks. "Yeah?"

"I actually got the Killing Part," Keita says carefully, before looking up to meet your eyes. "Why don't I get a hug?"

Chen Kuanjui falls flat on his back with a shriek as Zhang Hao snorts so loud you swear he's part horse.

"Didn't you hear?” Kuanjui asks rhetorically at the ceiling. "You only get a hug if you look sad.”

"Jealousy was blocking his ears," Wang Zihao quips.

"Oh," Keita considers, nodding. "I can be sad."

"No! No more sad!" You interject, placing one hand on Matthew's knee and the other on Keita's. "Neither of you are allowed to be sad."

"Would you like us to be sad then?" Min asks.

"NO!" You shout, hands flying to your head as you grapple with the weight of the existence of boys. "None of you can be sad anymore starting now."

"But then how am I supposed to get a hug?" Keita asks, smirking back at you.

"Shoe-steppers do not get hugs under any circumstances anyway, not even sadness," you reply with a frown.

"Well Keita can keep the killing part if it means I get the only hug," Matthew figures, smiling at you sweetly.

You watch as Keita's eyes narrow at the younger boy.

"(Y/N)! Time to switch rooms, please," a staff member suddenly calls, holding open the door for you.

You sigh, pushing yourself up with your hands to stand and scanning over the team with a sigh. "No more sadness. No more hugging. No more shoe-stepping."

Your eyes fix on Zhang Hao. "And no more interrupting people's personal anecdotes that they so graciously prepared for you."

All of the boys nod in agreement.

"Please work hard. There's a ton of talent in this group. I can't wait to see your progress in a few days!" You say before walking to the door, waving to all of the Kill This Love trainees.

"Fighting!"

"Hi," Keita greets, hands behind his back.

It's evaluation day and you're sat with pH-1 to your right and Seok-hoon and Young-joon to your left on a folding chair in a large practice room, waiting for the Kill This Love G-Group to join you. Keita is the first to arrive, hesitating for a moment at the door before walking straight up to you.

"Oh," you say, admittedly a bit surprised. "Hi."

"You were right the other day. I didn't ever get the chance to properly apologize for the whole shoe incident," he says, bottom lip between his teeth.

"What? What shoe incident?" Young-joon asks curiously.

"Oh, he... He stepped on the back of my shoe at the AAA's last year," you explain quickly.

"Not on purpose, of course," Keita adds.

"I fell down and everything."

"OKAY, WILL YOU JUST--..." Keita stops himself and laughs disarmingly. "I'm trying to say I'm sorry."

"What's behind your back?" Seok-hoon prods.

"Oh, um..." Keita produces a small bouquet of roses, handing them to you. "For you."

"Holy--," pH-1 starts, but Young-joon shushes him.

You stare at the flowers. "Are you... trying to buy my forgiveness?"

"Yes," Keita agrees hastily, then shakes his head. "No. Well... Sort of. I just wanted to say that, like... I obviously wasn't glad that you fell or anything that day. But I was glad that the whole incident made you remember me."

"Yes, negatively."

"Right, well. I know we might've gotten off on the wrong foot... No pun intended. But I just wanted to try to fix that," he offers awkwardly, shifting his weight from one side to the other a few times.

You nod. "Thank you. I'll consider it."

Keita smiles hopefully before going to take a seat in one of the chairs to the left of the room.

"Wow," pH-1 sighs. "You're cold."

"What? He made me fall on national television."

"Yeah, but he clearly really likes--." The rapper is cut off by another trainee entering the practice room.

Matthew runs up to you, planting himself in front of you before bowing slightly with respect. "Hi," he says with a shy smile.

"Hi," you greet him, smiling back. "How are you doing, my favorite subvocal two?"

You hear an exasperated sigh from the left side of the room.

"I'm good! Thank you for being so nice the other day. What you said really helped me," Matthew says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small pink box. "Uh, I just bought you something as a proper thank you."

You open it, finding several expensive assorted chocolates inside. "Oh... That's... That's so sweet of you. But I'm actually allergic to chocolate."

Matthew's eyes widen with sheer panic as you put the lid back on the box and hand them to Seok-hoon, who begins popping them in his mouth gleefully.

"It's okay, he'll eat them," you assure Matthew, whose cheeks are bright red. "Thank you, though!"

He nods apologetically and runs off to take a seat on the left side of the room.

"Can I ask what sort of magic spells you were performing in those practice rooms, (Y/N)?" Young-joon asks amazedly.

"I’m not complaining," Seok-hoon replies decidedly, throwing back the last chocolate.

As the whole Kill This Love G-group team finally files into the room and takes their positions for their evaluation performance, you watch as Matthew and Keita appear to send each other very competitive and almost hostile glances. Keita's eyes narrow in the same way they did when Matthew had subtly bragged about getting a hug. You wonder what could possibly be going on with them.

Your suspicions only grow stronger as their performance continues. Matthew and Keita's parts are riddled with elaborate and distracting bits of aegyo and, at one point, the two seem to be engaged in some sort of full-on aegyo battle. The rest of the boys dance around them, the incredibly annoyed expressions on their faces actually much more fitting to the theme of the song.

When the song concludes, Seok-hoon fully turns around in his seat, head in his hands as he stifles his chuckling. Young-joon is scribbling furiously on his note pad and pH-1 is just sitting there with his mouth hanging open.

You figure now's as good a time as any to chime in.

“Matthew.”

The boy’s eyebrows raise in anticipation as you sternly call his name. You watch as Keita looks down at the floor, smiling to himself.

“Keita."

His head shoots up to look at you, visibly surprised that you’ve said his name, too.

“Respectfully… What in god’s green earth are you both doing?”

"I've been asking myself the same question all week," Zihao comments dejectedly.

You watch both of the boys glance at each other nervously before turning back to you. “What the hell is with all the aegyo?"

Seok-hoon brings his clipboard up to cover his mouth as he bursts into laughter.

"Yeah, you know, I noticed that too," Young-joon agrees with a smirk. "I thought you were trying to kill this love... not make it."

"That was a terrible joke, but he's right. The whole point of this song is to voice your anger about the pain that love causes. Kuanjui, was this your choreography?"

"You know it wasn't," he deadpans.

You nod. "I do and I admire your willingness to throw your teammates under the bus."

"Is that admirable?" Seok-hoon asks.

"It is when your teammates are acting like Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dumber," you answer, shaking your head in disbelief. "Seriously, what is going on?"

"What's going on is that you're Tweedle-Dumbest," pH-1 says with a snort.

"What? What do you mean?" You question, one eyebrow raised in defense at the accusation.

"I mean, you're sitting in between a bouquet of roses and a pink box of chocolates," Seok-hoon says, gesturing to the gifts on either side of you as deafening silence sweeps over the room.

"... They're both in love with you, Sunbaenim," Zhang-Hao announces loudly.

Your mouth hangs open slightly as the realization hits you. "Oh," you manage to squeak out with a nod, knowing a blush is creeping across your cheeks. "I am Tweedle-Dumbest."

"Why do you boys never bring me presents?" Young-joon questions. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

You finally muster enough courage to look up again at Matthew and Keita. Matthew looks like he wishes he was being catapulted to another planet, while Keita is just grinning at you like an (adorable) idiot.

"Sorry for calling you names," you say softly, bowing your head apologetically. "I appreciate your sweet gestures."

"Well..." pH-1 says with a sigh. "Which one are you going to choose?"

"WHAT!?" You yell, rolling up your papers and smacking him with them.

"Personally, I would choose Matthew," Seok-hoon says nodding appreciatively at the younger trainee.

"There's just something about Keita though, you know?" Young-joon poses, his hand reaching up to his chin as he pretends to daydream.

You shake your head in defeat, groaning into your hands. This is a logistical nightmare. Suddenly, you lift your head as you think of the perfect answer to pH-1's question.

"I'll look forward to a date with whichever one of you debuts," you announce, followed by a chorus of satisfied 'oohs' and 'aahs' from both the star masters and the other boys. You watch as Keita and Matthew exchange competitive yet amicable looks, the older of the two holding his hand out for the other to shake. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back for being able to restore the atmosphere with the brilliant solution.

“But what if they both debut?" Zhang Hao asks suddenly.

"ZHANG HAO, I SWEAR TO--."

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Forbidden Secrets

genre: non-idol au, college au, forbidden relationship, hyunjin x fem!reader, professor!hyunjin x student!reader, pg-15

wc: 10.4k… i really didn’t plan for this to be this long but here we are i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tags/warnings: fluff, kissing + steamy makeout scene, mild cursing, reader is very confident in themselves (sometimes a little too overly confident), literally anything the reader manifests she gets it’s insane, some mention of alcohol usage, some suggestive moments but nothing that detailed, “taboo/unacceptable” practices (teachers falling in love with their student lol)

synopsis: from the moment you laid your eyes on him you knew you had to have him. you’ll go as far as to do anything for him, knowing full well he is your college professor.

{a/n: heyy y’all, i know what you’re thinking. i’ve been gone for a while but yess i am finally back and ready to give you all the content i’ve been wanting to put out. YES i made a teacher x student fic and what about it ?? i know it can be overdone a lot but i’m a sucker for this trope so i don’t care ! anywhoo, i hope you all enjoy this long one and as always feedback and your opinions are much appreciated, thank you ♡︎}

Hangovers were the absolute worst. You loathed the sound of your alarm, which sounded extra loud this morning for some reason. Without even opening both of your eyes you try to find your phone to shut it off on the nightstand next to you, dropping your phone in the process. You groan as you now had to fully wake up to retrieve your phone from the floor, finally able to turn off the annoying sound. You sighed as you threw your phone onto the bed, not even bothering to make your own bed as you were exhausted. You spent the whole night yesterday drinking and playing Uno with your friends at one of their dorms but the instant regret you felt from taking too many shots finally sunk in. You often go a little too hard sometimes and your head was feeling fifty pounds heavier this morning.

It was the first day back at uni for your second semester and you were more than thrilled to start school again. You missed seeing all of your close friends and since you went to a university out of state you could only see them during school. You made a lot of new friends and created so many beautiful memories with them, you were a social butterfly and you thrived the most when you were around others. Your friends and your happiness were the most important things in life to you at this moment, and doing well in school was too. Getting good grades while also having a hefty social life was something you aspired to master, you truly had it all, the friends, the looks, the grades, nothing was impossible for you.

It was 8:45 am and your first class began at 9:30, you knew you had to rush to get ready so you didn’t even bother putting on makeup or fancy clothes. It may be the first day back at school but you didn’t care so much about your looks right now, you were hungover, exhausted, and just ready to get the day over with. You were pretty enough that you didn’t even need all the extra stuff anyways. Your confidence was all you needed to wear. After washing up and skimming through your closet, you find a simple outfit to wear and put your sneakers on. You grab your bag and your phone to finally head out to the shuttle bus that dropped you off at uni. You check your messages and you see you had over 200 unread messages. Your eyes grew wide at the overwhelming amount of texts you were receiving only to come to realize that it was all from the same group chat you were in, this group chat consisted of Felix, Seungmin, Haechan, Chaeyoung, Sumin, and Jennie; all of your best friends. Scrolling through the myriad of texts from the chat you couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself while on the bus, Jennie was describing how she nearly dropped her toothbrush in the toilet while Seungmin and Haechan were teasing Felix for how bad he was at Uno. It was a chaotic but entertaining moment for you to witness. You sent a few texts during the ride but as you got close to your stop you grabbed your things to stand up, you hated the first day of school because classes were so boring. The introductory stuff was always a snooze for you and the fact you felt like a zombie on the inside wasn’t making your situation any better. Nevertheless, you know you have no choice but to push through so you get off the bus and head to the building where your first class was being held in.

You majored in media arts production which was something you’ve always been passionate about, your dreams of becoming a movie script writer or even a director one day was evident ever since you were little. You starred in many plays in high school and participated in theatre even outside of school activities. Your bubbly personality and confidence got you to where you are now and the university you attend is one of the best to go to for your major. The class you had this morning was Intro To Cinematography 101, the classroom was ginormous and had over 400 seats which most, if not all, besides a few random ones were filled. It was exactly 9:30 at this point and the fact you scrambled to make it just in time was a miracle for you. You found the nearest seat that wasn’t taken and you plopped down ready to go back to your dorm and fall asleep. But unfortunately, you couldn’t do that, you cared about your academics way too much. You had 4 more classes to endure today so it was only a matter of time before you’d have to force yourself to wake up and get out of slump mode.

It’s now 3:30 pm, the afternoon came by quickly and it was your last class of the day. You walk through the door only to be invited by a completely empty room. You were highly confused. You knew this was the exact building and room number that the class was being held in and you couldn’t fathom what was going on right now. You quickly took out your phone to check your emails and there was a recent one at 2:45 pm that you hadn’t read, it was from your professor:

‘Hello, class/students! I hope this email finds you well, unfortunately, room 202 will NOT be our classroom anymore for Intro to Fine Arts & Design as there were some technical issues with the projector. We will continue our class for the remainder of the year in room 318 in the building next to the main auditorium. I apologize for this inconvenience and hope to see you all still come on time.

Thank you, Mr.Hwang’

You let out a long sigh as you realize you should’ve checked your emails sooner, you didn’t even think of a possibility that this could’ve happened. The auditorium wasn’t even remotely close to the building you were in now and you had to book it to class or else you’ll leave a bad impression. Timing was something you always made sure to manage and this was not a good look for you at all. You quickly ran to the nearest elevator you could find and did your best to try and make it to the new classroom. You didn’t care that people were looking at you as if you were some maniac, all you needed to do at this moment was get to class. After finally getting to the auditorium you see a door with a large paper sign with bold lettering, ‘Intro to Fine Arts & Design class here’ that must be it. You open the door and scan the room to see a full class and you hear the professor talking. You felt so embarrassed at this moment and it didn’t make you feel any better with all the eyes on you, you usually love all the attention on you but now it just felt grueling. Keeping your head down the entire time, you make your way to the only seat that wasn’t occupied. The professor was babbling on about something but you didn’t even look up nor pay attention to what he had to say, that was until he said your name.

“Y/n? Y/n?” The professor was clearly trying to get you to acknowledge something. You shot your shot head up instantly to start profusely apologizing but that came to a halt once you made eye contact with the male. You thought you were dreaming, the person in front of you was the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen in your entire life. His eyes were staring deep into your soul and it almost gave you a mini heart attack.

“H-hi sorry, yes?” you trip over your words a bit which is something you never do, you always spoke clearly and confidently.

“You came in pretty late, is there a reason why this occurred?” He asked you in a sharp tone, you weren’t expecting to get grilled by your own professor on the first day, let alone a guy you think is really attractive. You shouldn’t even be having these thoughts so you try your best to push them away.

“I didn’t read the email you sent until I got to the wrong classroom, I apologize for my tardiness.” You were actually sincere with your apology, if only you knew to check your email this would've never happened to begin with, you only had yourself to blame. The professor just nods and accepts your answer, “Okay, very well then we will continue everyone!”

You couldn’t help but sigh as you just got outed in front of the whole class but you quickly got over it and began taking your notebook out of your bag. You wanted to go on as if nothing happened and it was working up until he made a reference mid-class about how he doesn’t tolerate tardiness and how it’s important to check everything, especially your emails. You weren’t sure if he was just trying to single you out but when he said that he looked over at you. You wanted to hide and never come back to class again, but that wasn’t an option since you needed to take this course for your semester. All you could think right now was that this class was going to give you hell.

“Alright everyone, I know it’s only the first day but I have an assignment for you all to complete within the next few days” the professor announced, you could hear low murmurs around the room which made you hide your mouth from giggling.

“I know, I know you’re all thinking “this guy is absolutely nuts for making us do homework on the first day” but you are all college students now so this should be expected!”

You wanted to roll your eyes at his little speech but you refrain from doing it, “It’s a simple assignment that will boost your grades immediately, here are three works of art that I would like you to choose from to dissect the meanings of, the minimum is 5-6 paragraphs and I’d like you all to really delve in with these and you can even come up with your own theories. This will be a weekly assignment where you keep everything in a journal, this will be called your creative journal. You can also choose to write about a work of art that you like!”

‘Simple?’ you thought to yourself, there is no way you can come up with a minimum of 5-6 paragraphs on those boring works of art he picked. The choices were terrible and you knew you weren’t going with whatever he chose. You can also tell that he is very passionate about what he does but he talks way too much for your liking. He went on to continue, “If you just do the work you’ll get an easy A within the class, the course grade structure consists of 3 main things: participation, your creative journals, and there will be 2 main projects that will be towards the end of the year, I value quality over quantity so I like this structure the most. I want everyone one of you to do well in this class, I won’t leave anyone behind and I believe in all of you.”

You wanted to scoff at his “inspirational” speech that he has going on right now and it sounds like something out of a drama. ‘He is one dramatic teacher’ you thought to yourself.

Once class was finally over and he dismissed everyone you got up to leave but you heard him call after you, you definitely knew this was going to be about what happened earlier. You turn around to face the gorgeous man, now up close and personal. You don’t know why but you were nervous out of your mind.

“Hey Y/n, I noticed you were talking the least in the class. Is my material not engaging enough for you?” He asked in a serious tone. You really couldn’t believe he was even asking you this, why did it matter how you acted on the first day of class?

“Um, I don’t know what you mean. Sorry if I wasn’t participating” You instantly regretted saying that, you now look even worse of a student than what you already did.

“I just want to make sure all of my students grasp the material correctly, if you’d like me to change something in my teaching style please let me know, I’m always looking for ways to improve,” He tells you, he takes this seriously.

“N-no, you teach fine! I will make sure to come to class on time and participate more from now on I’m sorry for the trouble Mr. Hwang” you said, feeling actual remorse. First impressions were everything to you and this was not the impression you wanted to give to your professor, let alone him of all people.

“There is no trouble, you are still learning and growing. I hope to see you thrive in this class Y/n, have a good day” he says while never breaking eye contact with you. His gaze and perfect facial structure made you feel dizzy on the inside, you wanted to do any and everything to impress this man.

“You too..” was all you were able to muster, you quickly grabbed your things and left feeling like you were just hit by a semi-truck. It should be illegal for someone to be that good looking, you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful he was. This was going to be a hard semester for you.

“Oh come on Seungmin let me just have some!” Chaeyoung pouted as she was practically begging Seugmin to share some of his pasta with her.

“You could’ve had your own if you weren’t so lazy to get up, you know the lines for the pasta are long!” He exclaimed. There was a pasta restaurant at uni that was very popular, it was one of the most delicious spots to get food from and everything is made from scratch and takes time to make. You only go there if you have time but the lines can get pretty packed so you often pick another alternative to go to.

“You’re the greediest person on earth you know that?” Chaeyoung retorted as she dips her fork in Seungmin’s pasta without him giving permission, he instantly gives her a death glare, just looking at her as she takes a bite of the delicious pasta.

“Oh my god, it’s so fucking good!” she says with her mouth still full, everyone else at the table is just laughing at the banter going on between them. They have the most brother and sister-like relationship it’s endearing to you.

“How’d everyone’s first day of classes go?” Felix lights up trying to change the subject.

“Fine, I guess,” Jennie says while looking at something on her phone.

“Good!” Haechan exclaimed.

“I almost tripped over my own shoelace in front of everyone,” Sumin said.

“That would’ve been hilarious if you did,” Seungmin said as he began laughing,

Sumin frowned telling him fuck off which made you laugh even harder.

“My day was… interesting,” you told your friends.

“Interesting in what way?” Chaeyoung asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t say interesting but it was definitely a roller coaster. My professor gave me hell for not coming to class on time and singled me out in front of everyone over it, I never feel embarrassment but this was definitely one of those moments” you couldn’t help but spill what happened and finally being able to speak about the situation gave you more clarity.

“What the fuck? It’s only the first day, that professor needs to give people a break” Haechan says to you.

“Yeah that’s really weird of them, what class was it?” Chaeyoung asks.

“My fine arts & design class, he seems like a nice guy though and I’m sure he meant to harm by it” you tried defending his actions but saying it out loud just made it sound even worse. You don’t even know why you’re defending him to begin with since he was the one that chose to do that and he could’ve kept it to himself.

“Well the way you described it sounds like he’s a real dickhead” Haechan told you.

“No, it’s not like that! He was just making sure it didn’t happen again is all” you were not helping your case with what you just said.

“Why are you defending him y/n? He’s a piece of shit for doing that, I’d change professors if I were you since he’s already trying to start problems with you” everyone nodded in agreement with what Haechan said.

“Guys it’s fine! I’m sure he didn’t mean it and you know there’s nothing I can’t handle, he seems like he has good intentions” you knew you couldn’t tell them the full truth about why you still wanted to stick with that class.

“If you say so, who’s the professor anyway?” Seugnmin asks, he’s the smartest amongst all of you and has lots of connections with different people, he pretty much knows every person that works here.

“Mr. Hwang”

“Oh my god, him?!” Jennie immediately took her eyes off her phone screen, “I know so much dirt about him I’m surprised he even got hired to work here again”

You were so confused, you have no idea what Jennie is talking about but you know she knows all the gossip around this school and you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Oh yeah, like what?” you weren’t sure if you really wanted to know but it didn’t hurt to hear it, they were just rumors after all.

“I heard that he got a divorce last year and it wasn’t even finalized yet but he hooked up with one of his students,” Jennie said getting closer to everyone to make sure no one else heard what she had to say, “I also heard that he smokes cigarettes around campus when he’s not supposed to and he had DUI”

Well, that definitely wasn’t something you were expecting to hear, he didn’t really seem like the type to do any of that.

“None of that is probably true,” you say to Jennie, “I don’t think the board would ever agree to rehire someone with a reputation like that”

“How do you know that? You don’t even know the guy, plus he’s a prick so why would you not believe it?” Seungmin said.

“I like to give people a fair chance, you shouldn’t judge others on what you heard about them”

“It’s because he’s smoking hot,” Jennie says, “Y/n probably has a crush on him!”

You blushed at Jennie’s statement, there you go again with acting vulnerable, you don’t know why this is happening to you.

“That’s not the reason!” you wanted nothing but to have this conversation end already, you should’ve never brought it up.

Your friends kept teasing you over it for a few minutes and it made you want to get up and leave.

“She’ll probably have a wet dream about him tonight, y/n will be thinking of Mr. Hwang all night” Jennie teased, she was the main one milking this whole situation.

“I would do the same honestly, he’s the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen at this entire school” Chaeyoung shrugged at her confession.

“Okay, guys can we stop talking about my professor now? I do not want anything romantically with him” you deflect as much as you can.

“Who said anything about romance?” Felix says, making the entire table laugh.

He was right but you also don’t want to talk about making moves on your professor that you barely even know. The conversation finally diverted to something else and once it was time to go back to your dorm you waved everyone goodbye and made your way back. You couldn’t stop thinking about the rumors Jennie told you, did he really hook up with one of his students? You’ll never know and that’s what frightened you, you have no clue who he really is. You try to remind yourself that at the end of the day it’s all just rumors and most of the time people make them up to tear others down. You once had an awful rumor about you in high school and it almost ruined your life until you turned it around. You know how it feels to have people spread false things about you and it hurts, you couldn’t help but empathize with him. You wanted to prove yourself to him that you were a good student and if that’s all you need to catch his attention then so be it.

The week went by pretty quickly, your classes were going well and everything seemed to be off to a better start for you. Friday was here and that meant you were going out with your friends later, that was all the motivation you needed to get through the day. As you got ready for class, you wanted to wear something to spice up your style, something that would grab Mr. Hwang’s attention. You know you shouldn’t be dressing up for your professor but you wanted to try it out and see if he’d notice anything. If what Jennie said was true he’d probably gawk over you the moment he sees you. You feel slightly childish for doing something like this but you’re young and dumb so why not?

You were wearing a short skirt and crop top that showed just a teensy amount of cleavage, it was scandalous yet made you feel excited. You were dressed like you were going to a party but the outfit gave you a rush of confidence that you already felt within yourself. You couldn’t stop looking at how good you looked in the mirror and snapped a few quick pics to post on your private story. A few of your friends slid up to question your intentions with your outfit and Jennie was one of them.

‘We’re not going to the bar until later, why you dressed already?’ Jennie sent with a laughing emoji.

‘I just wanted to look good today!’

‘For Mr. Hwang? ;)’

You rolled your eyes at that message.

‘Shut up!’

‘Oh you didn’t deny it, I know I’m always right!’

You left her on seen since you didn’t want to keep talking about it but it’s crazy because she’s totally right. You weren’t going to give her that satisfaction though. All that was on your mind at this moment was to show up to class feeling like a million bucks and you definitely looked the part! You made your way to the bus and sat down to check your emails to make sure you missed nothing, Mr. Hwang would often send emails about certain tweaks he made with assignments or updates on grading. Today was the day you’d be getting your first grades back on the creative journal assignment, you worked really hard on it and you knew he would definitely give you an A for it. This would seal the deal for you and the mix of how good you looked would just set everything off. To say you were thrilled for class was an understatement.

Once you made it to the classroom you saw everyone else take their seats but Mr. Hwang was nowhere to be seen. It was 3:30 sharp and he wasn’t even on time for his own class, talk about not practicing what you preach. It was 3:34 and he finally arrived, he came rushing in and apologized over and over for his inability to be on time.

“Hello everyone, I am so so sorry for being late today and I would like you all to forgive me for not keeping my own word about showing up to class on time,” he says, he’s very serious about it and you can tell he was genuinely sorry. You couldn’t stop looking at him though, the outfit he wore today was absolutely exquisite. He wore the tightest black pants that accentuated his body nicely, especially his behind. You never took a liking to looking at men’s asses but he had a nice one for sure. The way the cuffs of his short-sleeve dress shirt clung to his biceps made you melt from the inside. You could see a small bead of sweat peaking down on the side of his face from trying to get here as quick as possible, you noticed how his breathing was irregular and he was still trying to catch some air. Everything about him was pure perfection. He made you feel so many things just from his presence alone. You quickly snapped out of your daydream once he brought up the homework results.

“Alright let’s get to the real discussion, shall we? I have your creative journals graded and ready to be handed back to all of you. I would just like to say that I’m so proud of you all and you truly showed great effort in these journals, I loved all of the theories you guys had and it was so much fun to read them all!” His smile was so contagious, when he smiled you wanted to do the same.

“I will say everyone's last name from Alphabetical order and I will hand you your journals back, please come up once you hear your name,” He began to go down the list of names until you heard yours. You got up from your seat and walked up to him confidently, you were curious what he’d say to you since you worked on that assignment for a while and you were proud of your work. You come to his desk and he hands back your journal to you barely even looking at you.

“Please see me after class if you need to Y/n, I’m not sure if you really understood the assignment,” Mr. Hwang says to you. You were more than shocked to see on the paper a big fat ‘F’ was written. You were appalled. You wanted to drop to your knees and start crying right then and there. Never in your life have you ever received such a grade and the sight of it felt like a bullet through your heart. You were stunned and didn’t even know what to say. He was looking everywhere but at you and this only made your confidence dwindle even more.

“How could this have happened?” you asked him with a dumbfounded look on your face.

“Like I said Y/n, please talk to me after class you’re disrupting the process right now,” He says dismissing your feelings. You wanted to curse him out so badly, you were livid. You spent so much time and effort on your assignment and you couldn’t believe he gave you this kind of grade, it was unacceptable for you. You could only turn back and sit down, there was no use to argue and make a fool out of yourself in front of the whole class. You were debating on actually taking up his offer by staying after class and talking about it but you were so frustrated at this point you wanted to go home. None of this went according to plan and you weren’t sure if it was because of you or him.

Once class was over and everyone got up to leave, you noticed a few girls stayed and tried talking to Mr. Hwang. They weren’t even talking about class-related material, they were all just there to try and have a conversation with him. You sighed because now you had to wait since you actually had to speak to him about something important, which was your grade. After waiting for what seemed like forever and the girls finally left you were now able to speak with the professor one on one. He looked up at you for the first time today and his whole demeanor changed once he saw you. He didn’t have that welcoming smile that he once had with the other girls and it made you feel some type of way. Why the sudden change in tone?

“Hello Y/n, it’s nice to see you,” he says with an odd smirk on his face, “what can I do for you?”

“I’d like to talk about my grade, why did I receive an F? I worked really hard on that assignment and I’d like you to regrade it,” you didn’t mean for your response to sound so demanding but you were freaking out at this point because you’ve never failed at anything before.

“May I remind you that my assignments have instructions? If one does not read them they will not do well in this class,” he retorts.

“What do you mean by that? I clearly read the instructions and I followed them to a T, this is unfair” you couldn’t believe he was questioning your ability right now.

“I don’t think you did Y/n, because if you did you would’ve noticed that I said you had to pick from one of the three works I chose for you to analyze”

“But didn’t you say that we could choose our own too?!” to say you were puzzled was an understatement.

“Yes, but you needed special permission from me to do that, which you never did”

That’s when everything clicked for you. You couldn't believe you missed that crucial part. You’ve never been so careless before.

“Oh... I totally forgot about that,” you said looking at the ground, now realizing you came on too strongly about your own mistake.

“Look Y/n, I’m sorry but I had to do this, although your assignment was very well written I just couldn’t accept it, it wouldn’t be morally right to do” He explained.

You nod your head as you sigh in defeat, were you really going to let this happen? You couldn’t, you’ve always found a way to turn any situation around and this was no different. You had to do something to help yourself, the only thing you know that will, that being your charisma.

“Listen, Mr. Hwang, I know I may have messed up with not asking for your permission but I would like to ask just this one time for a second try, please, I know I can do better trust me” you gave him a pleading look that you only give when you’re in dire need. You don’t know if it’s going to work but you’re giving the performance of a lifetime right now, all those years of theatre are definitely paying off. “Please, just one more shot is all I need to prove myself”

There was a moment of silence for a bit, he was definitely putting a lot of thought into his response and it pained you to be here with him in this very moment, you wanted nothing but to impress him. You came closer to his desk and rested your arm on it, making the space between the both of you even more nonexistent. You wanted to make him feel something, you weren’t sure what but you needed to change his mind fast. If there was some sort of magical spell that you could cast upon him right now you’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Alright, I’ll give you one more shot at it” he finally gives you an answer. This was exactly what you wanted to hear. “Under one condition” he follows with his statement.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Please join my art and literary club,” he says, “we meet every Wednesday at 7 pm and I think your writing is amazing, you’d be an excellent addition to our team”

You were definitely not expecting him to say that, you were now even more confused than you already were. How could he have given you an F on your first ever assignment while in the same breath praise you and ask you to join his club? It made absolutely no sense. However, if this was the ultimatum he was going to give you in order for a second chance you had to take it. You were willing to do anything for him.

“O-okay, sure,” you said, there you go again with stumbling over your words, this man made you feel like you were on fire.

“Great! thank you so much for doing this, I appreciate it a lot and I’m so excited to see you on Wednesday” He shot you a bold smile, showing his tiny dimple on the side of his face. He was breathtaking, you could get up on the desk and kiss him right now. What are you thinking? He’s your damn professor, get a grip.

“Me too… I guess I’ll see you around,” you say coming to your senses as you pick up your things to go.

“I hope I don’t scare you Y/n, you can always come to me even if it isn’t about the class you can talk to me about anything, I really care about all my students,” He says.

“Thanks. Have a good rest of your day Mr. Hwang”

“Please, you can call me Hyunjin if you’d like!”

“Okay.” You head out the door and couldn’t believe the long conversation you just had with him. ‘He wants me to call him Hyunjin? Isn’t that a bit too informal?’ you thought to yourself, it could be because you’re now joining his club but it just didn’t make sense that he’d want you to be so informal with him since he doesn’t act that way during class. You shrug it off as him just being polite and go on about your day, however, you still couldn’t stop thinking about how good his butt looked in those tight pants.

It’s Wednesday. The days keep rolling by quicker than ever and you were thrilled to be seeing Mr. Hwang, well, Hyunjin outside of class. It may still be school related but just another chance to be around him was all you needed. Ever since you accepted his offer he’s been much nicer to you in class, he often smiles at you when he shares glances with you and it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. He’s a very cut-and-dry kind of professor and does everything strictly by the book, he’s very stern and that’s what attracts you the most about him. He’s very mysterious too and doesn’t talk about his private life much which makes you wonder about his life story. He’s definitely not the kind of guy to tell any and everyone about personal stories of his and you want nothing more than to be let into his world. Your interest in him has only grown stronger and joining this club will only help you in succeeding with your plan. Today you wore a dress that accented your body very well, it was a cute dress that Chaeyoung had bought for you while she was on a trip to Paris. It made you feel beautiful inside and out and you couldn’t be more thankful for the gift she gave you. You were more than sure that this would get Hyunjin’s attention. As you were finished with your classes for the day you went to the main cafeteria to meet up with your friends to eat. The club didn’t start until 7 so you had about 2 and a half hours to kill. You got some chicken stir fry and diet coke and sat with your friends at the booth you always sit at. They were all heavily engrossed in each other's phones and it was fun to look at all of their reactions to whatever was on their screens. You plopped down in the seat and began eating your food, that’s when Sumin decided to finally break the ice and say something.

“So guys are we still on for tonight?” She asks. You have no idea what she’s talking about, furthermore, what does she mean by tonight? You were booked and busy with Hyunjin later so if there was something going on later you would definitely not be able to make it.

“Yeah of course!” Seungmin said.

“You know I’m always down,” Felix said, everyone else just nodded in agreement besides you, you really had no clue what was going on.

“Y/n, you coming?” Sumin asked you. You couldn’t even give a yes or no answer because you don’t even know what plans they made.

“I’m not sure what you mean. Did we make plans today?” you were so lost right now.

“Um… yeah where have you been?” Seungmin said with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe if you read the group chat you’d know,” Jennie said while crossing her arms.

That’s when it dawned on you that you haven’t read the group chat since yesterday morning, you had put it on mute for a bit to stop distracting you from your homework that you forgot to unmute the conversation. You felt so guilty right now.

“Oh guys I’m so sorry, but I won’t be able to make it I have something else to do later,” You tell everyone, you felt bad letting your friends down but you wouldn’t have made it anyway since you already established joining this club last week.

“What’re you doing?!” Chaeyoung asked, you only hang out with them, or even if it’s other friends you’d let them know ahead of time. You never told any of them that you joined this club and you’re now regretting this choice.

“I’m going to a club– I mean I joined a club and it starts at 7,” you tell them giving as little information as possible.

“What? You never told us about you joining a club,” Haechan said surprised by this newfound information.

“Yeah, it kind of was a spur of the moment thing but yeah, I’m part of a club now,”

“Which club is it?” Seungmin asks. You were now backed into another corner.

“The art club!” you know they’re not going to take this for an answer, there were a billion different kinds of art clubs and that wasn’t going to get you out the clear.

“Uh… do you know how many damn art clubs there are here Y/n? I’m gonna need you to be specific,” you could tell Seungmin was growing impatient with your lack of responsiveness.

That’s when you just went out and said it, there’s no use in keeping it from them anymore.

“The art and literary club,” You tell them.

Seungmin raised his eyebrow, “Isn’t that the club Mr. Hwang is the founder of?”

“Yeah” was all you said in return.

“You just can’t get enough of him can you?” Chaeyoung says with a cringey wink.

“It’s not even like that guys! He asked me to join since he really liked my writing and he even lets me call him by his first name,”

“Well, he seems to be really comfortable with you,” Felix says in a joking manner.

“He probably asked you to join just so he can see you more often,” Jennie says giggling.

“Guys, I’m telling you it’s not like that at all. Plus, I don’t think he’d jeopardize his career just to do something so foolish,” you couldn’t stop deflecting, you wanted to believe he has good intentions behind all of this but in the back of your mind you want this to happen, you want to get closer to Hyunjin.

“Whatever you say Y/n, but you can’t deny that you’re gorgeous and he probably wants you to join his club but also be around you simultaneously, it’s a brilliant plan from his perspective” Seungmin explains.

You know he’s probably right and that thought terrifies you. What will happen when you see Hyunjin later? Your excitement continues to build up as you think about it more. You want to keep a lasting impression on him and this was the perfect opportunity for you.

After chatting it up with your friends you finally made your way over to the building the club was being held at. You got to the room and walked in to see only a few people there. You don’t know how many people you expected to be here but you definitely thought there’d be way more. Hyunjin was seated in one of the chairs talking to one of his students but once he saw you walk in he looked straight up at you, causing you to both make sudden eye contact. He was the first to instantly look away and it made you feel even more confident. You took a seat in the front row near him, you were excited to see what this club entailed.

“Hey everyone! Welcome to our second day of the art and literary club, before we begin I'd like to go ahead and introduce everyone to our newest member of the team, Y/n!” He introduced you to the class and everyone smiled giving you their welcomes and nice to meet you’s. Everyone seemed nice and it made you feel even more comfortable while being here. You know you were only here for the sake of Hyunjin but if you were able to make new friends from this club that would be a major plus too.

“It’s nice to meet everyone, I’m glad to be here,” You tell everyone while also giving a cute smile to Hyunjin.

“Okay so I have a lot prepared for us today, I wanna start today’s session by doing a 5-minute sketch, it can be of anything, and just draw it for 5 minutes. It really gets your mind working and it’s a great exercise to begin with!” Hyunjin announced, he’s always so enthusiastic about his work. You do as you’re told and grab your sketchbook that you picked up from the campus store a few days ago and begin thinking about what you wanted to sketch. You decided on an ice cream cone and you wanted to add as much detail as possible. Your artwork wasn’t on Michaelangelo level but your skills weren’t pretty bad either. You began sketching the shape of the cone and how you wanted the rest of it to look, you had only 3 minutes left at this point so you had to hurry up. Once the 5 minutes were over you put your pencil down and waited for Hyunjin to say something.

“Alright, times up guys! I wanna see all of your drawings, I can’t wait to see what you all came up with,” he says in a cheerful tone.

“Is that a T-rex?” He asked the person next to you, the person nodded and he commented on the realism of the art style. He looked at some more sketches and shared his thoughts and once he reached yours he picked up your book to analyze the sketch you made. He looked at it for a while and finally gave his opinion on it, “Nicely done Y/n, is ice cream your favorite dessert?” He asks.

“Yeah, one of them!”

“Hmm... I see, and you’re also a fan of sprinkles I see,” He says commenting on the excessive amount of sprinkles you drew on.

“Yeah, that too,” you say chuckling while looking up at him. You licked your lips while he was still looking at you and you can tell that just sparked something in him as he quickly put the sketchbook down and went on to continue as if nothing ever happened.

The rest of the day went on and you were enjoying every minute of being here. You were practicing with watercolor and it was something you haven’t done since middle school. You wanted to make an ocean painting but the shades of blues you wanted just weren’t turning out the way you wanted them. You grew frustrated with the outcome of everything and you sighed as you went to go grab a new palette to try again.

“What’s the matter Y/n? Why aren’t you using the palette you already have?” Hyunjin asked walking towards you.

“I don’t like how the colors turned out, I wanted something else,” You told him.

“Why didn’t you just ask me? Come here let me help you out,” He brings you back on over to your seat with the empty canvas and palette full of blue paints.

“If you wanted a darker or lighter contrast it’s an easy fix, all you have to do is add the right amount of black or white, make sure you don’t overdo it though” He explains more about how to mix the colors properly but all you could look at right now were how beautiful his thighs looked. He was wearing a different pair of tight pants today, they were plaid and you loved the way they clung to his body. He could wear anything and it would look good on him honestly. You were barely paying attention to what he was saying and it became evident once he asked you a question.

“I’m sorry what did you say again?” You said, lost in your train of thought. Hyunjin’s thighs are going to be the death of you.

“I said how about you try the painting now since the colors are mixed properly,”

“Oh yeah, sure!” you sit back down and as Hyunjin walks past you a whiff of his scent struck you like lightning. He smelled like expensive cologne, he probably has very specific and tasteful choices for the type of cologne he wears. You want to know any and everything about him. As time passes by it was dwindling down towards the end and you can see everyone beginning to pack up. You stop what you’re doing and look at all the progress you made. The painting came out 100 times better than you envisioned it would be and it was all thanks to Hyunjin for saving your terrible attempt at mixing colors. He made sure to check in with you every so often and at one point he put his hand on your shoulder to express how good of a job you were doing so far. It sent tingles down your spine and you don’t even know how you survived that. He made you feel so many things just from a simple touch and that’s why you needed to have him. You know it’s wrong of you to think your professor is hot and you know it’s not okay to have a crush on him yet you don’t care. You are being selfish right now and if flirting with your professor a little bit can satisfy your craving then that’s all you need. You watched as everyone was heading out to leave while a couple of others stuck around to have a chat with Mr. Hwang. He always spoke very well-mannered and never used slang around any of his students, he spoke professionally and had a dry sense of humor most of the time. ‘There’s no way this could be the same guy that has all these rumors about him floating around’ you think to yourself. You decide to leave while other people were still talking with him when all of a sudden you heard your name being called.

“Y/n, do you mind just staying here for a bit? I want to have a word with you,” Hyunjin says, accidentally interrupting the students that were talking to him. You were a little surprised he said this but not that much since he’s already done this before. You wondered what it could be this time though.

“Yeah sure, no problem” you answer.

As everyone begins leaving you are now left alone with Hyunjin yet again. He’s standing in front of the whiteboard and you walk up towards him.

“So… what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” You ask. Hopefully, it won’t be about your second attempt at the assignment, you’ve been dreading receiving your new grade and if it’s not what you were achieving for you you don’t want to hear it.

“Ah yes, I wanted to ask if you’ve ever painted before? Your attention to detail is phenomenal and I’m already captivated by your work,” he says. You smiled instantly at his praise, there’s just something about it that gets you going.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hwang, quite frankly I haven’t done watercolor painting since middle school, but it was so fun to try this again!” you tell him.

“Wow really? You could’ve fooled me, you’re probably one of the best ones in the bunch already, I’m serious Y/n, you are talented”

You were over the moon right now. It felt so good at this moment and nothing could stop you from feeling on top of the world. You wanted Hyunjin’s approval and you finally got it.

“Also please Y/n, stop with all the formality you can call me Hyunjin!”

You realized you accidentally called him Mr. Hwang again and it made your cheeks turn red.

“Sorry about that,” you said.

“It's alright, just don’t let it happen again okay?” he says, you don’t understand how anything he says just sounds extremely hot. You want nothing more than to have him let you in.

“Well, I should get going,” you say, “I have so much to do”

“Oh like what?” Hyunjin asks out of curiosity, you’ve never had him ask a question about your personal life.

“I just have some homework to do, my friends made plans to do something today but I told them I had other obligations instead,”

“Oh wow, you sacrificed a night with your friends to come join my club? I feel highly honored,” he says putting a hand over his heart.

“No, it’s just I committed to doing this way before they even created those plans so it was only right of me to choose coming here,”

“I like that about you Y/n, you stick to what you believe in and what you feel is right, you have a golden personality,” Hyunjin says, “you carry yourself very well.”

“And so do you,” You tell him. You could feel yourself become even more timid now, no one could ever make you feel so small yet high and mighty at the same time. You lived for Hyunjin’s compliments and you craved for more of them.

“Y/n be honest, have you heard anything about me?” He asks out of the blue. You don’t know why he brought this up or how he’d even know you knew anything of him to begin with.

“I’m not sure what you mean?” You tilt your head in confusion, not sure where he’s trying to get at with that question.

“Don’t be silly Y/n, I know that word gets around here a lot and I just want to know if you feel some strange way about me,” He looks at you with those endearing eyes, and you couldn’t help but fold at his demeanor.

“I haven’t heard much but they are just rumors, right? Why believe them?” You didn’t believe them, you knew he wasn’t the type of person to do any of those things and if he did any of them it was probably exaggerated for shock value.

“I want you to know that anything you hear about me is false. I’ve never told anyone this but I had a bizarre student that grew obsessed with me, they’d stalk me around campus and even got my phone number, they’d send me inappropriate photos, and found my home address. It got so bad to the point where they said if I don’t sleep with them they’d try and blackmail me to ruin my career forever.”

You couldn’t believe what he just told you. It sounded like something out of a Lifetime movie, you were disgusted by whoever did that to him.

“I’m so sorry about what happened to you, people like that are the reason what’s wrong with this world,” you said to him. You felt genuine remorse for him and you didn’t even do anything, you didn’t realize how bad things could’ve turned out for him.

“The person spread malicious rumors about me after I reported them to the board, they told so many people that I was divorced, I’m an alcoholic, how I even hooked up with some of my students. None of it is true Y/n, I hope whatever you heard doesn’t taint your image of me,” you can tell he’s speaking from the bottom of his heart, you know he’s being truthful.

“I promise you I don’t believe any of it Hyunjin, I trust you,” you say, reinforcing the deep eye contact you’re sharing with him right now. The conversation became even deeper and you weren’t expecting Hyunjin to open up with you like this so suddenly. Everything is going in motion for you and you don’t know if you’re dreaming or if this was actually real life.

“Sorry I just dumped all of that onto you, I just wanted to make sure the air was clear between the both of us, I know we may have gone off on a rough start but I really like you Y/n,” Hyunjin comes a bit closer to you now, “I hope I didn’t scare you off with what I just said”

You don’t know how to feel, your crazy hot professor that you’ve been fantasizing about since school began is now telling you that he likes you. Is this some kind of sick joke? No way this could be, you have to take this as your chance to get what you truly wanted.

You got even closer to him, the distance between you so close that the smell of his cologne was becoming intoxicating. You knew you had to do something right now or else the tension will just rise even further.

“You will never scare me off and you can always come to me if you ever need anything,” using the same line that Hyunjin used on you made you feel even more in control of the situation. You knew there was no turning back once you said those words, and you were right.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking this but can I kiss you Y/n?” Hyunjin asks politely, he knows you feel the same exact way that he does and there’s no use in hiding it any longer. You both need to have each other.

“Of course you can,” you say and after those string of words left your lips he quickly placed his on yours. He grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you hard, your lips crashed together perfectly and your plan couldn’t have been executed any better. His plush lips felt like a cloud and you felt so much warmth and comfort from them. His forehead brushed against yours as he deepened the kiss, making you put your hand on his neck to bring the two of you closer by any small amount. Trying not to break the kiss he brought you over to the desk and sat you on top of it, the kiss grew heavier at this point and he gently bit your bottom lip to gain access inside your mouth. Once you gasped from the slight pressure he gave you, he let his tongue slide inside. Both of your tongues becoming intertwined and in sync with one another and it felt like fireworks rushing throughout your entire body. You grew hot as you tried keeping up with Hyunjin’s pace, he wasn’t letting you go any time soon. He trailed his free hand up your thigh and began rubbing small circles on them, his touch was so warm and gentle yet the kiss was rough and passionate. The contrast made you feel shamelessly aroused. This was the moment you’ve dreamed of. His firm embrace made you feel safe and his lips made you feel drunk. He was such a good kisser, no wonder he had girls going crazy spreading false rumors about him. You’re already hooked on him that you want to gatekeep him from anyone else. As the two of you kept on making out for what seemed like an eternity, you were the one that finally pulled away. The both of you panting and trying your best to catch your breathes. You look up at him as small pearls of sweat were dripping from his forehead, he gave his all with you. You traced a few lines around his bicep while staring at his gorgeous face, you still couldn’t fathom how fine the tall man was.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this… you should go Y/n,” Hyunjin says to you with a disappointed look on his face, “I could get in so much trouble right now, I’m sorry for doing this”

You shook your head at his thoughts, “How would we get in trouble? No one has to know about any of this, I’ll keep our little secret safe,” you grab his shirt collar to pull him closer for another kiss, he hesitates but eventually kisses you back. He puts even more passion into this one and you felt weightless in his touch. You felt numb, all you felt was Hyunjin’s pretty lips, he felt so good against you. He tasted so sweet and held you so tight, you didn’t know what you expected when kissing him but this was much better than what you could’ve ever imagined. Once you both pull away again your breathing became so irregular. You could tell that your hair was a bit messed up and the lip gloss you were wearing has now been completely transferred onto his lips. His lips were red and puffy from all the pressure and it just made him look even more attractive than he already is. Hyunjin ran his thumb over your lips while licking his, he wanted to taste every last drop of you.

“You are so special to me Y/n,” Hyunjin says in a husky tone while still trying to catch his breath.

“I’m glad you see me that way,” You say as you smile.

“I want to see you tomorrow, outside of school, is that okay?” He asks.

“Yes, I’d love that,” You couldn’t be more than happy to see him outside of class, you want to know more about Hyunjin, who he is as a person, the not so picture perfect cookie cutter version that he portrays to everyone else.

“Would you like to meet me for coffee around 6? It’s on me by the way, I’d never make you pay for anything,” He says resting his palm on your thigh once again. His hands felt so good against your skin, you couldn’t get enough of his physical touch.

“Of course, I’ll be there Mr. Hwang” you assure him.

“How many times do I have to tell you again… call me Hyunjin,” this time he sounded more serious than the last time.

“Oh yes– sorry Hyunjin,”

“If you do that again I’ll make sure you never get through this class with flying colors,” he squeezes your thigh, causing you to whimper a little bit.

“Give me your phone, let me give you my cell number” he continues on as if he didn’t just threaten your whole life. You do as you’re told and hand him your phone with the contact template for him to fill out. He types everything he needed and hands it back to you, you look at the contact name, ‘Hyunjin<3’ simple yet adorably effective. You do the same on his phone and you get ready to leave to head back to your dorm yet he stops you once again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“Back to my dorm?” you say, unsure of what else he has to say to you now after everything that happened.

“At this time of night? I don’t think so, let me drive you back home” Hyunjin insists. You agree to his offer and he takes you back to your dorm safely.

You weren’t getting any sleep tonight. Your head was only full of thoughts of Hyunjin, his addictive aura, his lips, his everything. You loved every bit of him already. You think to yourself if you should even be feeling this way yet you know now that the feeling is mutual so it’s not a one-sided crush anymore. You know it's wrong to be doing this and even he acknowledged that fact but even though it’s wrong, it feels very right. You want him and he wants you so bad about that? Yeah he may be your college professor but you’re both grown adults, you’re allowed to make decisions for yourself and so can he.

You’re not sure how this might end up but you want to enjoy this as much as you can and your coffee date with Hyunjin tomorrow has you more excited than ever. You know you won’t be able to tell anyone about this, even your friends, you have to keep your word with Hyunjin and you promised to keep it a secret between the both of you. This will definitely be a hard task for you but you’re up for the challenge, you were willing to make sacrifices to get any ounce of his attention, and now that you fully have it, you weren’t going to do anything to take that away from you.

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The Rogue's Embrace

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage]

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury

Mentioned: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!Human)+ Not mentioned but still present: Tyril x Maiele

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (either book AU)

Word Count: ~500

Rating/Warnings: teen... it's them

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations (Bisexual Awareness); @choicesoctober (fave sometimes couple)

A/N: Thank you to the loveliest @lilyoffandoms for initiating this idea in this drabble here.

Synopsis: Mal loves talking. Tyril is tired of listening and has found a good way to shut him up, even if just for a moment.

This absolutely perfect art is by CoffeesforChloe on Instagram.

"I'm tellin' you Elf Boy, I'm the best storyteller of all. I mean, my tales have got it all—adventure, romance, danger. People hang on to every word I say."

Tyril raised an eyebrow. "Are the people in question the orphan children you've rescued?"

"And, don't forget all the countesses I've charmed." A devilish smirk pulled on the rogue's lips.

"Yes, I'm sure Daenarya would love to hear more about that particular group," Tyril chastised. "Shall I call her over so she can hear of your stories?"

"She would enjoy them."

"I believe I recall her insisting you cease revisiting such stories."

"That was before Contessa Mariabella." He wagged his brow playfully.

Tyril shook his head slightly before walking away.

"You're not going to ask?" Mal followed quickly behind, hurrying to keep up with the elf's longer stride.

Tyril's step quickened in an attempt to avoid the human.

"I had met Contessa Mariabella years ago—and may have relieved her of a prized necklace—" Mal began, now at a jogging pace. "We ran into her at a party in White Tower, and Mariabella had more than a few choice words for me, but Daenarya—well, she and the Countess hit it off, and one thing led to another. Now, as long as we share, Contessa's are back on."

"Do you ever stop talking?" Tyril stopped short.

Mal stumbled into him at the abrupt stop but quickly regained his balance with a smirk. "Why would I stop talking? As I said I'm a master storyteller."

Tyril took measured breaths, trying to suppress the growing, weary sigh at his tedious ramblings.

"That reminds me of the time when—"

The rogue's words were cut off by the elf's lips pressed against his own. Mal's eyes widened at the unexpected gesture, his voice finally silenced by Tyril's decisive kiss. His lips pulled up, and he circled his arms around the elf's neck. The world around them faded away as the pair surrendered to the warmth and desire building between them.

Tyril's lips were firm but tender. Mal's mouth yielded to his lead, letting the elf deepen the kiss at his pace.

The kiss was over too quickly for the rogue, but he knew it wouldn't be their last.

A violet hue still flushed on the elf's face as he took a step back, attempting to compose himself. "Right. We should rejoin the others now."

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy that, Elf boy." A mischievous grin spread proudly on his face. "Words aren't the only thing I have a way with." He winked and blew a kiss his way.

Tyril pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging his brow. It had worked for a moment, but only a moment—one very satisfying and enjoyable moment.

"You're insufferable," Tyril sighed, a mixture of exasperation and contentment.

Mal's roguish grin only widened. "I knew you couldn't resist me, Elf boy."

Please forgive any mistakes. I didn't revise or edit. 🙈

Thank you for reading! I hope you had fun!

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Chapter 7 - The Demon

I'm back from my holiday and still mildly sleep deprived from the flight but here's the next chapter! This is the second to last chapter (not including an epilogue), and I hope you all enjoy this one! As always, if you want to be added to/ removed from the tag list please let me know, and requests are always welcome :)

We start off with Tamar's point of view for this one, then switch to the reader, which again has been marked by the --- (because I still don't know how best to show a change in perspective).

Warnings: gets a lil steamy at one point (but I can't write it for the life of me)

Word count: 3.1k

Series master list

Tag list: @kentucky-criedfricken, @hauntedenthusiasttragedy, @kateswone, @historianthesecond, @polli05927, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @simbaaas-stuff (sorry if I've missed anyone, let me know if I have!)

So far, everything was going swimmingly.

Tamar couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy at just how easily this tour was going, but with only one night left she was hoping they would have an uneventful journey home the next day.

Saints, she missed Nadia. Getting back home and showing her partner just how much she had been missed was high on Tamar’s list of things to do.

Right now, however, she was frustrated with the server behind the counter at the inn.

Apparently the King and Queen of Ravka would have to sleep in separate rooms tonight, due to the somewhat… conservative views of the owners, but looking over at the monarchs now, Tamar wasn’t sure how she’d ever be able to peel them apart.

She also wasn’t sure what had changed, but the past week had seen a dramatic difference in the couples’ behaviour; both being far more touchy, never leaving each others' side, making out in the carriage rides (which was a pain in the ass to Tailor) and at night.

On second thoughts, maybe it would be good for them to spend a night apart.

Sighing and removing her hands from where they rested on the tops of her axes, Tamar accepted the keys from the inn owner, promising to separate the lovers with a grimace. She wasn’t looking forward to that at all.

“Room keys,” she said to the travelling party, jangling the items in the air. Her twin immediately shot up, snatching a key and tearing up the stairs. He’d needed the toilet for 'the last three days’ apparently (his words, not Tamar’s), but had refused to just go pee in a bush (it was too undignified, apparently, as if Tamar hadn't seen him do some of the most undignified things in the world). Zoya took the next key, looking exhausted from all the travelling and like she very much needed her own bed. Tamar handed out keys to the remaining members of the group, then turned to Nikolai and Y/N.

“Alright lovebirds. You’re gonna have to split up tonight.” At their pouts, Tamar couldn’t help but roll her eyes, a smile forming on her face as she recognised the look she had worn when told Nadia wasn’t coming with them.

“Are you going to be okay, darling?”

“I’ll be fine, Kolya, it’s you I’m worried about.”

Saints, they were insufferable now. Tolya would be soaking this up if he were here, going on about how they were straight out of one of his beloved poems.

After ten minutes and many more sentiments and kisses, Tamar managed to wrangle them into their respective rooms, with promises that yes, they would be allowed to sit next to each other at breakfast (that was Y/N asking) and no, she wasn’t asking them to get divorced and never see each other again (that was Nikolai, far more dramatic than his wife).

She let out a breath as she leaned against her own door to the room she’d be sharing with Tolya, before entering and telling him to take first watch, and slipping into a light sleep.

Two hours later she was woken by her brother, taking the next round of standing guard. Going to stand in the corridor and resting her back against the wall, she settled in as best she could for the next two hours. Something sharp jammed into her back and she whirled round, hand on her axe, only to realise it was a rogue nail sticking out the wall.

I can’t wait to be back in the Palace, she thought. She was skittish, the lack of incidents making her paranoid and pushing her further towards the edge of insanity, so she took a deep breath to calm herself.

For the next hour or so, Tamar maintained her stoic watch in the dimly lit corridor, standing so still anyone passing might have thought her a statue (one particularly drunk customer did as he passed on his way to his room, commenting on the strange decor of the inn). She was just thinking idly about things that needed doing the next morning when the handle to Nikolai’s room twisted.

Immediately on high alert, her hands formed the motions she needed, but frowned when she only felt one steady heartbeat that she recognised as the King’s. The door opened, and Tamar held her breath as a figure shuffled out cautiously.

Saints, can they really not leave each other alone?

Her thoughts were cut off when she realised that her king was on all fours, two dark shapes protruding out of his back.

The demon was here.

But why now? she thought, confusion lacing her expression again. And why isn’t it attacking?

The demon had never just… walked around like this before, and Tamar was torn between fetching Zoya and Tolya or just watching and waiting to see what would happen. Peering through the open door, Tamar was startled to find the bed stripped, the pillows and sheets on the floor. Nothing looked damaged (thankfully, she didn’t feel like compensating the owners for any damage), and her confusion only grew.

It was moving again, having stopped briefly to stare up at her with voids of black shining out in place of the usual blue. It had put its nose in the air as it sniffed around for something and, seemingly finding what it had been looking for (smelling for?), Tamar tensed, hoping that it wasn’t hungry for Heartrender. She was surprised again when it turned to Y/N’s room instead and opened the door (and since when could it open doors?), going inside while still on all fours, wings trailing behind. The demon’s claws clacked on the wooden floorboards, and Tamar followed a few paces behind, still monitoring the situation.

It shuffled closer to Y/N’s bed, pausing every few steps to check she was still sleeping and it hadn't woken her up, then reached up to pull back the cover from her face when it stopped next to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Tamar muttered to herself, hands fluttering nervously at her sides, torn between her axes and her powers. The demon pulled the whole cover off, then with surprising gentleness lifted Y/N out of the bed. It paused again, reaching a few clawed fingers out to grab a hold of her duvet, then set off slowly in the direction of the door where Tamar was stood. She hurried out of the way, not wanting anything to trigger an attack on her or the Queen, and it paid her no attention as it trudged slowly back to Nikolai’s room.

Tamar knocked lightly on Zoya and Tolya’s doors, hoping it would be enough to wake them up but not alert the demon. A few moments later a bleary-eyed General appeared, blue robe wrapped around her body and her hair mussed from sleep, clearly unimpressed. Tolya didn’t appear for another five minutes, finding the two women stood outside the King’s bedroom door, gaping at the scene in front of them.

“Why did you have to wake me up?” Tolya grumbled quietly. “I was having an excellent dream wher-“ He didn’t get to finish since Tamar had slapped a hand over his mouth, the demon staring at them, teeth bared at the disturbance. He removed her hand, eyes wide.

“What the…”

The demon was still growling slightly at them, a low rumble in its throat, when a murmur came from the pile of sheets in the middle of the floor. It snapped its head round to Y/N, noticing that she was waking up. She rubbed her eyes, and Tamar held her breath.

"Wha-"

“Don’t move too much, alright?” She said to her Queen in a whisper. Y/N was sat in the weird pillow-and sheet-nest that the demon had made (and was now making little alterations to, pulling folds out to be just right), staring at the demon that had taken over her husband’s body.

“What… Tamar? Zoya? What’s going on? Is he… is this normal?” She stiffened when the demon came back to her side and pushed her gently back into the pillows, then moved to lie down next to her, one arm circling her waist as it pulled her back against its chest.

“This is… to be honest, we don’t know what’s going on. This has never happened before. Tolya and I will monitor from here for the rest of the night,” -at his disgruntled sound she elbowed him in the ribs- “and you won’t leave our sight.”

She nodded, eyes still wide in fear and surprise. Zoya offered a few words of comfort to her friend before going back to bed, and Tamar and her brother settled in for the rest of the night.

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Sunlight filtered through the curtains, bringing Y/N out of her slumber. At the feel of a warm body underneath her, she panicked, remembering the demon from the night before, but when her eyes opened to land on her very much demon-less husband, she let out a soft sigh of relief. Looking around at the room, she noticed that the twins had disappeared, having left a note next to the couple saying 'Gone to get people up and moving, back in 30'.

Nikolai woke then, rubbing his eye with blackened fingers before groaning in slight pain at their position.

"Why, in the name of all the Saints, does my back hurt so much?" He croaked out, and Y/N couldn't help but giggle.

"Maybe because we're on the floor?" Nikolai's eyes went wide, his head whipping around to take a proper look at where they were, and then he seemed to register the fact that she was with him.

"Wait... did we have passionate and mind-blowing sex that was so good it gave me amnesia? Because that would be a tragedy and we might have to-"

"NO!" she shouted, using a nearby pillow to whack him in the face as her cheeks went red and her mind filled in the rest of his sentence. "Why does your mind always go there? No, you um... the demon got lonely and wanted a hug?" She didn't mean for it to end in a question, but she still wasn't entirely sure herself what had happened the night before. Her husband stared at her, blinking a few times. When he spoke his voice was smaller than she'd ever heard it before.

"Did I hurt you?" His hand had been reaching up to cup her face, but now Nikolai hesitated in anticipation. She gently took it and guided it to her cheek, leaning in to the warmth of his palm.

"No, Kolya, you didn't hurt me. I think it genuinely just got lonely or something. Made this weird nest thing on the floor, which on a side note, I'd love to get into to research the behaviours of- wait, why are you staring at me like that?" Her nose wrinkled as she took in his expression, then smoothed out when he leaned up to kiss her.

"You definitely can't be too traumatised from being accosted by my other half if you want to research its behaviours, darling. I'm just glad you're okay."

"I thought I was your other half? What, does our marriage mean nothing to you anymore?" she joked, pleased when he cracked a smile. She could get drunk on his smiles, the ones that were specifically for her; they were like the sun to her.

"Sorry, darling," he replied, and Saints, she'd said that she didn't like being called the pet name, but it was really doing things to her. She hadn't missed how Nikolai had continually called her 'darling' since that carriage ride, and she also hadn't missed how he'd responded when the bump in the road threw her on to him.

Just like how she now didn't miss his smile turning wolfish moments before he gripped her waist lightly and flipped her on her back. She squealed, which turned into a muffled moan when he pressed his lips and body against hers. Y/N was completely certain that everybody knew they were making out in the carriage rides and basically any other opportunity they got, but she couldn't bring herself to care when he felt like heaven.

Her arms circled around him, pulling him closer, and when he came up for air he asked "Is this alright, Y/N?" and she could have died right there at how gentle he was being.

"This is definitely alright, Nikolai." She brought him back in, and this time some of their restraint had slipped away, tongues deepening the kiss. One of his arms was propping him up and playing with a strand of her hair; the other was caressing her side, toying with the hem of her night shirt, his fingers grazing her bare skin underneath. Her own hands were exploring the expanse of his back (which she totally hadn't already memorised) and moving through his hair, and she'd lifted a leg to wrap around his waist. She moaned again when he moved the hand that was stroking her side to grip her thigh tightly instead, and when she arched her body up in response, hips pressing into his, they groaned into each other's skin at the contact, at feeling everything so closely. Nikolai had moved onto her neck, leaving kisses down it, occasionally nipping at the skin and testing her reactions, staying in one place for longer when he got one he liked. Her mind was a mess, what with his hands stroking her neck and thigh (the latter getting progressively higher as time went on), but did manage to think about how maybe they would be having mind-blowing sex. No sooner than she'd had that thought, however, was Nikolai pulling away, hair mussed from where her hands had been running through and pulling it, lips swollen and pupils blown. She was sure she looked the same, although he wasn't frowning at the lack of contact.

"Why... what..." she swallowed, trying to get her breath back and her thoughts in some sort of order.

"I don't think- I can't..." he paused, doing the same as her and taking deep breaths, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he didn't want this, didn't want her, but then when he spoke she didn't know why she'd worried in the first place.

"I refuse to let the first time I make love to you be on the floor of someone else's bedroom, Y/N, no matter how badly I want you right now."

Saints, this man.

She swallowed again, nodding slightly, then whined - what was she, a puppy? - when he started to get up and move away from her. At the sound Nikolai hesitated, then planted a final kiss on her lips as a promise that 'this will continue' before leaving to get changed. She watched him go, and when Genya inevitably asked when the party got back, Y/N would say that she was most definitely not staring at his ass as he left the room.

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Breakfast passed quickly, and there was a flurry of activity as everybody packed things up for the final stretch of the journey, energy renewed at the knowledge that they'd be sleeping in their own beds tonight. Y/N had taken a little extra time to cool her face that morning, hoping the cold water would help reduce the swelling in her lips before coming downstairs. Tamar had come over in the food hall at one point, checking in on her and asking questions about the night before in a quiet voice.

"Seriously, Tamar, I'm fine. No marks or bruises. Like I said to Nik I'm pretty sure the demon was just feeling lonely, especially since Nik and I have spent the last week or so sharing a bed. Probably just wanted to make sure I was okay."

"That's... not what normally happens," she replied with a frown. "But if you're not hurt, then I guess it's alright."

Within the next ten minutes the touring party had packed up and were on the move, and now Y/N was sat opposite Nikolai in the carriage, knees knocking with his. He was looking out the window, clearly lost in thought as he absentmindedly stroked his fingers over the back of her hand, his wedding ring cool against her warm skin.

"I'm glad it's you," she said. He dragged himself out of his reverie, blinking a few times as he took in what she had said.

"What do you mean, darling?"

"I mean I'm glad that it was you I had to marry."

"I'm glad too, Y/N," he replied with a smile. "Unfortunately I can't take any credit for the decision-making process, although I definitely would have picked you," the last part was said with a wink and a grin as he looked her up and down, making Y/N's cheeks heat up, but she couldn't help but frown at what had come before.

"But I thought that you were the one that picked me to marry you?" she asked, confusion lacing her voice. "When I asked Zoya why I was the one that had to marry you, she just said that I'd 'been chosen'."

"I thought she'd told you? I let the Triumvirate pick, I trust their judgement and I was rather busy trying to convince everyone that the last thing we needed was a civil war and to let me be king."

Y/N was quiet for a minute, thinking.

"I think... I think she didn't tell me that you didn't have any part in it so that she could reduce my stress about the whole thing. It's fair, really; if I thought that you didn't want anything to do with me I probably would have run away or something."

"Good job she didn't, then. I quite like having you around. And as far as whether or not I would have picked you, I think I would. The people clearly love you, and you're going to be an excellent Queen to Ravka because of how much you clearly love them. Sure, court will be difficult, trying to get the nobles properly on side, but I know that you can do it, because you love Ravka and her people and you'll do what you need to to protect them."

"I... thank you, Nikolai. That... that means a lot to me," she swallowed down the lump in her throat at his sincerity.

"I think I've come up with a way to launch the garden project you were talking about, too. We can start making plans tomorrow, if you like?"

"That would be perfect, Kolya."

He smiled back at her, hand still holding hers.

Hope had bloomed in her chest, and she let it grow. There wasn't much that could make this day much better than being here with him, and nothing could bring her mood down now.

Until the window shattered as an arrow shot through it, narrowly missing Nikolai's head.

Chapter 8

#i'm evil for this ending i'm sorry #i'll make it up to you in the next one #i promise <3 #nikolai lanstov x reader #grishaverse #netflix shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai x y/n

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