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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Leaving with Somebody Else (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

A little bit of a theme here with t1975 songs and Graves haha, hope yall enjoy! I opened up my requests tab if anyone wants any Phillip X Reader drabbles :) I'm going to start posting more Phillip bits more frequently so feel free to follow to stay updated! <3

(P.S. This is a separate work from my other fic, check out my masterlist for the Sex-t1975 x Phillip Graves fic, part 2 will be out sometime this week!)

Loosely based on Somebody Else by t1975

gn! mentions of boyfriend, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Tad OOC, ANGST, swearing, alcohol, mentions of hookups, pet names, some NSFW

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Arms linked walking into a dive bar, you looked around the room taking in the smell of shitty alcohol, looking at the handsome man standing next to you as you both smiled at each other. Unbeknownst to either of you, a somewhat of a bitter ex sat at the bar watching the encounter.

Phillip Graves threw back his bourbon motioning at the bartender for another one, it was his 3rd already, maybe the 4th, he didn't bother to count. He watched as you dragged your newest “toy” across the bar to a booth, where you both sat on the same side, something he introduced to you.

“Phillip no way in hell are we sitting on the same side of this booth c’mon”, you laughed as you tried to push him out of the seat. Graves looked at you with a smirk, “Darling, you're gonna have to try harder to get me away from you”.

The memory was haunting, it made him sick. He had heard around the barracks you were with someone new, he didn't care to hear the rest though. It was easier for him to erase you from his memory than indulge in the what-ifs.

Phillip and you had called it quits officially a year ago, the following 5 months consisted of late-night hookups trying to convince each other that maybe you could fix it.

“I can't keep doing this at 4am Phil”, you were sorting through your clothes and getting dressed after crawling back to your ex, despite telling yourself that last time was the last time.

“I don’t see the issue doll, I think we work perfectly together, c’mon let’s try it again, we’ll be better”. Despite wanting to believe him, you knew the spark was gone, and the hookups just prevented the inevitable of not seeing each other again. Phillip would never admit that the love had gone cold, it had to be you.

Finally dressed, you walked over to Graves, who was standing by the bed. His hair tousled, with his blue eyes piercing through you. Small tears started to roll down your face as you reached a hand up to cup Phillip’s face, he knew what was coming.

“Thank you”, is all you said as you placed a small kiss on his cheek and headed out his door for the last time.

After that night Phillip always tried to tell himself that you would come back, just like last time. Now back in the bar, he saw you with somebody else, confirming the swirl of rumors he once tried so desperately to ignore.

Phillip knew and had come to accept that there was no love there anymore, and he told himself he had gotten over you but seeing you with somebody else made his heart pound. Thinking about you and your new boyfriend doing the things you and he used to do. The weird ownership he felt over you as if you weren't allowed to be sitting with somebody else.

Sitting in the booth with your new beau, you could feel eyes on you. Glancing up, you saw Phillip Graves sitting casually at the bar with his classic bourbon. He was probably meeting some new girl, you thought to yourself. Graves was always the most attractive man in the room, there was no doubt about that, seeing him again confirmed that.

Your mind wandered, did he move on to? It was a tad hypocritical to feel upset that he may be waiting for somebody else as you were quite literally there with a new guy, the feeling of jealousy still plagued your mind.

“You alright babe?” the voice next to you pulling you back to reality.

“Yeah, a bit lost in thought”, your hand grazing the bicep of the man, “ Mind getting me a drink?”

He smiled and nodded as he stood up kissing your forehead, “I’ll get your usual”.

Graves watched the whole encounter, feeling as if he was transparent, did you see him sitting 5 feet away from you? Did you care? His empty glass clinked on the wooden bartop, this time the bartender was ready with the next one. Phillip’s eyebrows raised as a silent thank you to the man behind the bar.

“Is that any good, I can’t decide what to get,” Graves' head whipped around, was this real? The man you walked in with, now talking to him. He must've not known the history, Graves told himself, no way he would be talking to your ex if he knew otherwise.

“It’s s’alright, gets the job done ya know”, Graves tipped the drink toward the source of his jealousy.

“That's convinced me enough, thanks dude”, the man's hand patted Graves' shoulder as he ordered a bourbon and some drink Graves had not heard of. It hadn’t been that long and Phillip felt as if you were a stranger to him.

Too distracted with your phone to notice the interaction being had with your current and past lovers, only looking up once you heard the glassware of the drink hit the table. “Bourbon? You hate bourbon”, confusingly looking at the stout glass your boyfriend held as he took a small sip. “The guy at the bar recommended it, it's not horrible”

“The guy as in the bartender?”

“No the dude on the stool with the blue button up”, you didn't even have to look over to figure out he was talking about Phillip, was this some tactic to get under your skin? Downing the rest of your drink, you looked up at your boyfriend in front of you.

“Forget the bourbon, let's go home”, at this point you figured Phillip was trying to get your attention, thinking you would run back to him. Tugging at the collar of your boyfriend's shirt you pulled him in for a slow kiss, knowing Graves who was sitting 5 feet away was watching.

Phillip finished his drink with the bartender now signaling him he had been cut off by handing him the tab that had been racked up over the night. His eyes now glued to the pair in the booth with his stomach churning, the kiss made him want to throw up. That was him at one point, and now you're intertwining your soul with somebody else.

Graves' eyes followed you, as your boyfriend led you out of the bar as you happily trailed behind.

You were leaving with somebody else as he sat at the bar with his empty glass and hefty tab.

Phillip forced the down idea of the two of you together as he threw down some cash and picked up his jacket to leave the shitty bar. Skimming through his contacts and finally landing on your name, Graves deleted the contact, and the memory attached to it. It was time to get over it and find somebody else.

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This made me sad writing this omfg

#Spotify #phillip graves #philip graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #cod modern warfare #warren kole #cod mw2

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fabdante · 28 days

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Reboot question:

Do you think Dante KNEW that Vergil was gonna die from that final stab in the chest at the end of their fight? Cause like. He kinda just let him go and seemed to think that he'd be fine. Like, Dante still talks to Vergil like he knows Vergil is gonna be a threat after this, so presumably Dante thought Vergil would just walk that stab to the heart off. And probably with good reason! We see Dante poking at his own heart in a bathroom once during a flashback, and presumably this is the first time Dante's ever gotten in this big of a fight before (I mean, Dante basically fought Mundus and Vergil back-to-back), so maybe he just figured Vergil would be fine?

Idk. I feel like if Vergil comes back as the new King of Hell and tells Dante Dante fucking KILLED HIM with that last stab, Dante would just be devastated and shocked, because he honestly thought Vergil would be okay after that. That Vergil would just portal back to the safe house we see them using after the Order fell, and that Vergil would have medical supplies there or something. (Unless Dante and Kat went there afterwards and found the place wrecked or unused.)

I fear this one might get long again asdfghj bare with me

First, a bit on my reading of Downfall (skip the first two paragraphs if that's not interesting asdfghj): I've always preferred the idea that what we see happening in Downfall is less like, literal for the most part and more something Vergil is imagining in his head after passing out on Eva's grave. I realize Word of God canon from Ninja Theory asserts that it like, is supposed to be taken literally but the textual canon of the game itself doesn't really lend itself one way or the other. All we have is Vergil near death passing out and then whatever Eva is (since we don't really know what Eva is) telling him that he did die at some point, though nothing to substantiate that claim beyond her word on the subject. (I tend to treat word of god canon as secondary to textual canon)

But in my reading of the game, I've always just sort of assumed Dante didn't kill Vergil and rather just almost did, something still very scary and unnerving for Dante to grapple with (also I imagine made more complicated by the fact him and Kat after the game likely don't know if Vergil is alive or dead after he left, and that speculation is enough to cause a lot of problems for both of them mentally which is something that comes up a lot in a very 'fab wrote this fan fic for fab' fic I posted, Crossroads of Catharsis and Contemplation asdfghjk)

HOWEVER, like I said, I know Ninja Theory has asserted with Word of God canon that we're supposed to take Downfall literally. So if we take Downfall literally like, Vergil does die after the fight with Dante because we are told by whatever Eva is that he died and this is sort of his own little personal afterlife hell that he needs to crawl out of.

And I am pretty sure Dante had no idea he killed him. The way both Dante and Kat (who has just begged for Vergil's life) implies to me that both thought he'd just heal like the twins do and he'd be fine. The fact Kat in particular does not seem too particularly concerned that Vergil is in dire straights. So I think at the point they're both at with the end of the game, both probably think Vergil will be ok.

I think when things begin to turn is when Vergil just...doesn't communicate with either of them. And that's when they both probably start wondering if he is actually alive or not.

Dante at the end of the game to always read to me as not entirely in control of his devil trigger, thus why it got so bad and Kat had to come over and snap him out of it. Which I definitely think would add to Dantes distress if he were to find out he actually did kill Vergil, even if Vergil got better

#fab talks #fabtalks #dmc reboot #ask

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voidmutt · 2 years

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i need this to reach the stranger things fandom bc i have no one irl to infodump on and i need someone to tell me if i’m right or if i’m going insane 🙃

i’m gonna sound like a raving lunatic but bear with me. before Joseph Quinn privated his eddie playlist on spotify i screenrecorded the song list for future reference (i like to make playlists for people/feelings its not weird leave me alone ab it) and after looking at all the songs, Mr. Quinn hella privated that playlist for a reason…

The Promise - When In Rome: “If you need a friend, don't look to a stranger. You know in the end, I'll always be there. And when you're in doubt, and when you're in danger, take a look all around and I'll be there.”

i mean, thats pretty self explanatory. lol

Another Land - Medio Mutante: “And we could walk through the dreams you would see what I mean. I could take your hand in another land.”

i could be reaching for this one, but “in another land” just makes me think of the upside down.

Collapsing New People - Fad Gadget: “Fated - collapsing new people. Watch them - collapsing.”

i mean… do i really need to explain this? ChRiSsY WaKe Up!!!

I Ran (So Far Away) - A Flock Of Seagulls: “And I ran, I ran so far away.”

queue the many times Eddie references how he runs from danger.

Breaking The Law - Judas Priest:

i’m not gonna put lyrics for this one bc the entire song is relevant. Our favorite freak is a 20 yo senior in high school, sells drugs to students, on the run as a prime suspect for several murders. do i need to keep going?

Metropolis - Motörhead: “Metropolis, the worlds divide. Ain't nobody on the other side. I don't care, I'm not there.”

foreshadowing, anyone?

Love Me Forever - Motörhead: “Every way out takes you back to the start. Everyone dies to break somebody's heart.”

i mean COME ON.

Orgasmatron - Motörhead: “I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave. Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown.”

this song, these lines specifically, makes me think of Vecna’s POV.

Stoned Bikers In Space - Black Space Riders: “[…]creatures, looking for a fight. Wanna ride, wanna hide, don't wanna die tonight.” (i cant find any lyrics sites that say whatever theyre saying before creatures and i have poor listening skills without subtitles so F in the chat)

BUT again, self explanatory.

96 Quite Bitter Beings - CKY: “Footprints giving clue to where we are. All we ever wanted was an answer. Civilized are close but way too far.”

this reminds me of the scene when Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Nancy are in the upside down communicating with Dustin and the gang. i dont think i need to elaborate further there. lol

Master of Puppets - Metallica:

not gonna put specific lyrics for this one either, the entire song just sounds like another Vecna POV.

Flesh Into Gear - CKY: “Flesh into gear, my self appears dissected and pretentious. A simple sound, a heavy side could win the whole world over. You live in fear of being someone that you didn't want to. I realize your insecurities will get the best of you.”

a simple sound being the plot point of hearing your favorite song to escape Vecna. Your insecurities, the way Vecna preys on your insecurities or your guilt in order to take your life.

War Pigs - Black Sabbath: “Sorcerer of death's construction.” “Time will tell on their power minds, making war just for fun. Treating people just like pawns in chess. Wait till their judgement day comes.” “Begging mercy for their sins.”

more Vecna inclusion.

The Thing That Should Not Be - Metallica: “He searches, hunter of the shadows is rising. Immortal. In madness you dwell. Crawling chaos, underground, cult has summoned, twisted sound.” “Drain you of your sanity, face the thing that should not be.”

moooore Vecna inclusion, but from another perspective.

For Whom The Bell Tolls - Metallica:

*gestures violently at the name of the song*

Harvester of Sorrow - Metallica: “Invade their nightmares to see into my eyes, you'll find where murder lies.”

Vecna

Motorhead - Hawkwind: “Fourth day, five day marathon, we're movin' like a parallelogram. Let's go, see you on the only house. Don't move, except they’re gonna kill the lights.”

the parallelogram part may be reaching, but parallel universe, upside down vs hawkins. (also hawkins, hawkwind… is it THAT far of a reach?) only house could be the house Vecna is in in the upside down. they’re gonna kill the lights bc the lights explode when Vecna kills. could be setting something up…

Sad But True - Metallica:

*gestures at the title once more*

In My Time Of Dying - Led Zeppelin:

do i- do i really have to point it out…

Neon Knights - Black Sabbath: “Circles and rings, dragons and kings, weaving a charm and a spell. Blessed by the night, holy and bright. Called by the toll of the bell. Bloodied angels fast descending, moving on a never-bending light. Phantom figures free forever, out of shadows, shining ever-bright.”

this makes me think of the parallels they all draw from their DnD campaigns and their real world. also another reference to the bell toll.

Creeping Death - Metallica: “I rule the midnight air, the destroyer. Born, I shall soon be there, deadly mass. I creep the steps and floor, final darkness.”

idk why the Metallica songs just come across as Vecna POV’s… but tell me i’m wrong.

The Trooper - Iron Maiden: “You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too. You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through. So when you're waiting for the next attack, you'd better stand, there's no turning back.”

this is all assuming Eddie dies in Vol. 2, but this makes it sound like he has a hand in Vecna’s death somehow.

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath - Black Sabbath: “The gates of life have closed on you, and now there's just no return. You're wishing that the hands of doom could take your mind away. And you don't care if you don't see again the light of day.”

again, assuming it’s Eddie that dies, this would just describe Vecna’s curse.

The Last In Line - Dio: “We're off to the witch. We may never, never, never come home. But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime.”

referencing Vecna as the sorcerer in their dnd campaign.

Seek And Destroy - Metallica: “There is no escape and that’s for sure. This is the end, we won't take any more. Say goodbye to the world you live in. You’ve always been taking but now you’re giving.”

idk how to be more clear about this one

Children of the Grave - Black Sabbath: “Revolution in their minds, the children start to march, against the world in which they have to live and all the hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what to do. They'll fight the world until they've won and love comes flowing through.”

the children of ST come to save the day yet again.

Diary Of A Madman - Ozzy Osbourne: “Sanity now it's beyond me, there's no choice. Diary of a madman.”

“Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” “Uuuhm, you know… just on a daily basis.”

Megalomania - Black Sabbath: “Well I feel something's taken me I don't know where, it's like a trip inside a separate mind. The ghost of tomorrow from my favorite dream is telling me to leave it all behind. Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow. Got to get to happiness, want no more of sorrow.”

another description of Vecna’s curse, more specifically when he’s about to kill you. gotta get to happiness like when Max was hearing her favorite song and thought of only good memories.

Flight Of Icarus - Iron Maiden:

this one seems more metaphorical. The story of Icarus being flying too close to the sun (or fighting against Vecna) resulting in his demise.

Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry: “Who never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell.”

again, our mans not getting good grades and being held back in school, but MAN can he play guitar (allegedly. just a tiny bit salty we didnt get to hear him play in vol. 1)

Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) - Journey:

JUST. THE TITLE. THE SONG. THE FEELING. THE ENERGY. THE ATMOSPHERE. TELL ME IM WRONG.

LOOK OKAY. i know this was unhinged and honestly this was a lot longer than i thought it was gonna be and agaaiiinnn. this is all speculation bc i was suspicious of how quickly this playlist was privated and i’m fully aware i’m reading way too far into a fucking playlist. but also you’re gonna look at me and tell me that i’m wrong??? AM I WRONG????? the man told the entire story through SONGS ON A PLAYLIST. my theory is Eddie dies bc of course he does. everyone loves him and we all should know by now that we can’t have nice things ever. OR. he’s about to die at Vecna’s hand when he’s saved, and either gets trapped in the upside down or (assuming the Duffer bros follow through on basing Eddie off Damien Echols) he’s arrested and sent to prison…

anyway. if you made it this far into this post, hell yeah ily. i didn’t include like half the playlist (if you can believe that) bc they either weren’t relevant (all the love songs bc they didnt show much love interest for Eddie) or i would have just been repeating myself even more than i already was. i would like to shake this man’s mf hand for curating such a well thought out playlist, while simultaneously apologizing for overstepping a boundary he set in place… 😅

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #eddie munson #eddie my love #eddie munson st4 #strangerthings #strangerthingsedit #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #eddiemunson #tvstrangerthings #dailystrangerthings #strangerthingsdaily #eddiemunsonst4 #jq

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pikepile · 3 years

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Hello friends! I recently was thinking about the inevitable and heavily hinted at death of the player character in Destiny 2, and I think I figured it out! There will be no datamined content or spoilers in this post; I will simply be using content in the game that has already been officially released by bungie. However, I will still be tagging this with the spoilers tag, because people might not want to have this spoiled.

Spoilers for Destiny 2 (season of the Lost) below this text! If you're not comfortable with spoilers, please just scroll past this post.

I believe that we (in reference to the player character) will be taken by Xivu Arath towards the end of the season of the Lost, when Mara Sov performs the ritual to de-worm Savathûn. My reasoning and evidence consists of a couple main points that I will list, along with provided context for those who need it.

Evidence chunk 1: Why I think that we'll be Taken, out of all possible ways to 'die'.

('Die' is in quotes because being Taken is reversible, and doesn't actually kill you.)

During some of the Expunge missions from season of the Splicer, there was dialogue below the radar, seemingly from either Quria (a vex mind made for processing massive amounts of data to better understand the nature of paracausality) or Savathûn (the hive god of trickery and lies, commonly referred to as the 'Witch Queen').

The dialogue:

I see you.

Crawling around my domain like insects.

This realm answers to only one master.

You are nothing.

You know nothing of power.

Thrashing around like a wounded animal.

Unaware that you are already dead.

Your failure is written in time.

I have seen your grave.

I see you.

Rent asunder...

Broken...

Taken.

There was some extra stuff that I didn't include because it wasn't relevant, but this is the main part. We can assume that whoever is saying this probably has access to vex networks that are in some way connected to the infinite forest (an incredibly powerful vex simulation engine designed to help the vex decide which timelines to pursue for their own goals), because during the season of Dawn, we are actually shown our grave during an exotic quest (which leads me into my next chunk of reasoning!).

Chunk 2: Saint-14

During the season of Dawn when we're shown our grave, we hear Saint-14 giving our eulogy during our funeral in the background. Ghost is dead and is embedded in the grave, and is completely intact, leading me to believe that he was killed by something that suppressed/drained his light- which is part of why I think we might have been taken- but back to the topic of Saint. Why is Saint-14, of all the possible people, giving our eulogy? Why not any of the other characters that people might even be more familiar with?

Because we're going to be fighting the Xivu Arath's Taken alongside him, when we're defending Mara Sov and her techeuns while she de-worms Savathûn. In one part of the eulogy, Saint says something along the lines of "And if you're still out there; come back to us, and we'll kill what killed you. Or die trying." (I'm trying to quote this from memory, so it's probably not exact)

Anyways, that's my take on the guardian's death. I encourage people to correct me on anything lore-wise that I got wrong, and any typos my sleep deprived self has made. Also, feel free to ask me for clarification on different things I touched on if need be. Any and all criticism is welcome, as long as you aren't attacking me.

#destiny 2 #long post #destiny lore #destiny 2 spoilers #season of the lost spoilers #hopefully this covers everything #if not let me know #tw death #death cw #i mean death is common in destiny but still #gotta be safe and respectful

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Princess

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Based on a request. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your pussy is sore so Curtis uses your mouth.

Warnings - explicit sexual content (m/f) , age gap (reader is in her early twenties, Curtis is 34), innocent/naive reader, dub con, oral (m receiving), soft dark!Curtis, au, porn without plot.

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 2k

You were jerked away when you heard the knob to your room on the snowpiercer rattling, and then being closed as his footsteps followed.

You didn't remember a lot before the train, you were just a kid when the old world came to an end.

You saw glimpses of grass and sunlight in your dreams, you weren't sure if they were dreams or just fragments of your imagination.

But even in your wildest dreams, you didn't imagine a bed this soft and a room this big. Big enough to fit the bed and two dressers and a large mirror. It was decadent and all you could wish for and more.

So it should make you happy to be here. In a comfortable bed like a princess. Shouldn't it?

It didn't. You wanted to enjoy this time while it lasted, but your gut told you that you were temporary. Just here to warm the leaders bed.

"Curtis��" your face heating up as he studied you, his powder blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, getting rid of his coat and cap. Goosbumps erupted all over your body as you held your soft comforter upto your chest,to give you some sense of modesty and dignity even if Curtis had taken it all from you and made you a woman just weeks ago.

You used fantasy to escape your grim reality quite often. It's easier to dream of a Prince Charming riding on a white horse to save you then to accept reality for what it is that you would've been stuck working in the greenhouse for the rest of your life… all alone.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" he hissed, tearing the comforter away from you, holding onto your wrists to reveal your beautiful breasts to him. "You're mine now. You can't hide from me."

"I'm sorry…" you hung your head in shame, and so you wouldn't be caught peeking a glance at Curtis pulling his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt.

He was… beautiful. You never knew anyone could be so handsome. His shoulders wide, a light scattering of hair all over his torso, multiple scars on his body. But they only, strangely, made him more appealing to you.

He climbed on top of the mattress, nudging your knees apart and situating himself between them. He growled as he looked at your bare sex, using two of his fingers to part your lips as you hissed in pain.

"It's… I'm… sore," you explained when he looked up at you.

He nodded back to you, pushing barely an inch of his forefinger inside you, he didn't want to hurt you. Your pussy was clearly swollen and overworked. If he gave into his urges he would be sure to cause you pain, and even worse, lose what little trust you have in him.

He had suffered enough to last him seven lifetimes. He already knew he was going to hell for all that he had done. It wasn't like he could doom himself anymore by forcing you to be with him. And he deserved you. After all that he had gone through. You were his light at the end of one long and shitty tunnel.

He pulled his hand away when he looked at your face, pinched in pain. Instead settling on fondling your breast as he thought about how to take care of his erection.

He had taken your body four times the previous night, which was why you slept the day away. How he managed to go out and get stuff done, and be the leader was beyond you.

"You like what you see, princess?" He taunted you when he caught you staring at his hard cock.

The little pet name was initially what he used to mock you and how shy and delicate and innocent you were, but now he had come to cherish you. He wanted to protect you as if you were his sweet little scared princess and he was your brave knight.

You immediately averted your eyes and started sputtering nonsense, your brain froze and you literally didn't know how to answer him. And Curtis had made it very clear that when he asked you a question you were to give him a proper, clear and honest answer. Or face grave consequences.

"Um, yes?" Which was the truth. You had seen a few male genitals in your life, they were all… not very appealing. But it was different with Curtis. His was beautiful and intimidating at the same time.

"Then how about," putting his leg over yours, he crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling before you with his hard, pulsating length was right in front of your face. "You make me happy."

"Oh…" you simply stared. Your friend had told you that you were 'one lucky bitch' to have a man like Curtis who spends hours pleasuring you with his mouth, his fingers, and his manhood, but never forced you to return the favor. You didn't even know how you would go about doing that.

You had explored your own body before. Partly because of your curiosity and partly for some relief. But Curtis touched you in a way no one else could, he made you climax harder than you ever had before, you were pretty sure you passed out once from the sheer intensity of it.

But… how does one go about doing the same with a man's special place?

"Hm," you looked at his slit, it looked somewhat similar to your bud, you held onto his length, putting your thumb over his tip where the pearly liquid oozed out of--with which he often loved painting your whole body with, or pump you full of it and just watch it seep out of you.

You realised how bold you were, that you should seek his permission before touching him there, you looked up to see him pleased with your actions so you decided to keep going.

You lightly pressed your thumb on his slit, making him hiss, you whipped your head up and pulled your hand away.

"Sorry…" you sniffed, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes teared up, "I've never.. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry…" you sobbed.

"Stop," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You really were such a scared little lamb. Years of pent up frustration, where he had to make do with just his hand, didn't help making you feel safe with him either. But what the hell was he supposed to do when he had such a beautiful woman next to him as he slept?

"Just listen to me. Can you do that?" he asked, cupping your jaw as you meekly nodded. "Open your mouth as wide as you can," he told you, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb.

Oh. It made sense. He puts his mouth on you so you should be able to do so on him as well. You opened your mouth with an 'ah', panicking just a bit when he put his hand around your throat, but he hushed you and asked you to relax. Since your body, mind and soul really did belong to him now, you immediately calmed down, knowing that he won't hurt you. Not too much anyway.

He pushed his length in your mouth. The taste wasn't at all what you expected. Not that you were sure what it would be like anyway. It tasted creamy and salty at the same time. You coughed and sputtered around him, your spit trailing down your chin. You thought that the mess would make him angry but then you recalled how much he enjoys the mess he makes of you.

He stopped when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat on his palm, "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your need. "Look up here," he ordered as you looked at him through your big doe eyes, "Keep looking at me okay?"

You didn't know if you were expected to give a verbal answer, because you couldn't… Not with a mouthful of Curtis. So you nodded the best you could.

"Hands on your thighs," he said as you put your hands on your bare thighs with the palms up. "Right now just sit there… just like that," he rasped as he pulled his hips back before bucking them forward, "And look pretty. Fuck… that mouth of yours… and it's all mine to do whatever I want with…"

He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs.

You did as you were told, sitting and taking his assault on your mouth and throat. His ejaculate, your tears and your saliva drooling all over your lap. He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs.

You could feel slick running down the side of your leg, not wanting to ruin the pristine white sheets and to create some much needed friction you closed your legs together.

He stopped his hips, the tip of his cock still in your mouth as he saw you squirming. "Touch yourself." He said.

Your eyes widened as you realised what he meant. You couldn't risk pulling him out of your mouth to protest. You were too embarrassed to do that in front of him as well.

"That's an order," he growled as he fucked in to your warm mouth, making you choke around him, pushing him closer to his release.

A shaky hand made its way to your core, past your pubic hair and between your thighs. You tried to emulate how Curtis touched you.

First he touched your thighs and kissed them all over. Then your ass and then he'd tease around your lips, torturing you for what would feel like forever before touching you where you most needed him.

You gathered your intimate juices, spreading them around your vulva before rolling your pearl between your fingers, moaning around his length.

"That's it, princess… come on, come with me," he groaned, slowly fucking into your mouth, holding off his release so he could watch you fall apart as he came in your mouth, one hand tangled up in your hair and another pinching and twisting your nipples.

Soon you were whimpering, you tried to tell him that you were close. Thankfully he seemed to understand as he picked up the pace. Fucking into your mouth till you could feel streaks of his release on the back of your throat.

You held onto his thigh so you could sit upright as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails digging into his skin as you screamed around his length.

"Swallow it all," he commanded as you gulped down all that you could.

You took in some much needed oxygen as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, your chest heaving as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his body.

He thought you'd want to sleep after. Since you were so swollen and tired. He'd have to take it easy on you from now on. Maybe use your mouth every now and then to give your pussy a rest.

But then…

Were you grinding against his cock?

He propped your chin up so he could look at your face, the most innocent look on it.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um… are you done?" you asked, tracing a scar on his chest.

"You want something, princess?" he asked, pinching your buttock as you yelped.

"I was thinking… we could make love? It doesn't feel right not to. You know?"

"Right, of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely." He smirked as he climbed on top of you.

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alchemistbee · 4 years

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Back in your Arms

「Five Hargreeves x reader」

Ask: Could you write a Five reader fic where y/n gets kidnapped by the Swedes and Five saves them. Thx

Words: 2556

Warnings: mentions of blood and torture. Kidnapping. Season two spoilers.

A/N: this is the first fic I’ve ever got requested. I hope I did it justice. I hope you enjoy! I know I took long to publish it, I apologize, school is kicking my ass. Sorry for grammatical errors. Enjoy!

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After having attended the horrific light brunch with the Hargreeves family, they were all feeling far more worse than when they had arrived. Five had explained to Sir Hargreaves each of their powers, Vanya had exploded a bowl of fruits, Allison rumored Diego, Diego got a very non-friendly slap of reality, Klaus seemed to have a seizure mid-dinner and Lurther confronted their father by ripping his shirt off in front of everyone.

In your opinion, it could have gone a lot better, but it could have also gone a lot worse.

Unlike the other siblings, Five had stayed behind and you had figured that it would be better to wait for him in the lobby. He was having a conversation with his father, whom he hadn't seen for over fifty years, he bet his ass you were going to wait for him. Especially after the horrible way he had spoken to the rest, you would be there for Five if he needed to. What you didn't know by then was that Five was trying to see if his father could tell him how to go back to 2019, one that didn't evolve making a deal with The Handler. Which, may I add, he hadn’t told anyone about, not even to you.

You waited patiently for Five, your back leaned against the wall while your arms intertwined in front of your chest. You counted the minutes that passed, not that you were in a hurry, but to hopefully make it seem like the time was passing faster. After almost twenty-seven minutes, the elevator emitted that one ‘bing’ it did whenever the doors were about to slide open. As you expected, it was Five, who now had his hands shoved inside his pockets and seemed quite puzzled. You asked him if he was okay, but Five only dismissed your question to tell you to go ahead of him to Elliott’s place. Apparently, there was something he needed to take care of, something he wasn't willing to explain to you just yet.

He knew that if he did tell you, you would either try to stop him or not let him do it on his own. Five didn’t want to drag you into Commission business. He found that not telling you of the plan all together was the easiest way to keep you from being in Commission's eyes, more than currently at least.

You nodded suspiciously towards Five, but did not push the subject any further. Maybe he just needed some time to let everything sink in, and it's not like you nor him considered the walk back to Morty’s dangerous. You could take care of yourself pretty well. You parted ways with Five, and walked back to Morty’s where you saw Elliott himself was just arriving too. He smiled kindly upon seeing you, to which you returned with a smile of your own. You had to be honest, you had grown to like Elliott more than expected. He was like that one cousin in the family, and you enjoyed hearing his rambles about any conspiracy he could think of. He truly was a sweetheart.

You followed Elliott up the stairs to his place, he carried a paper bag in hand, calmly telling you the things he brought back from the supermarket. You listened thoughtfully. Once inside. Elliott flickered the lights on and to both of your surprise, a cat sat in the middle in the kitchen. Elliott looked confused, but figured the cat must have somehow climbed in “Hey buddy, how did you get up here?”

He approached the kitchen casually, where he sat the bag down and looked at the cat as it meowed to him. You couldn’t help to feel your skin crawl. The nagging feeling of people watching you being present “Elliot?-” You turned your head to look behind you, swearing you had seen something lurking in the shadows. You averted your gaze back to him, now watching as he pulled out a tiny can of food for the cat and asked if it was hungry. You walked to the kitchen window, the one that let you view outside in case anyone was suspiciously close to the building. You saw nothing, but that was because you didn't know that they were already inside.

Your head snapped back to Elliot the moment a loud sound came from the living room, there you saw that one of the tall assassins had punched Elliott right on the side of his face. You felt your heart accelerate, and moved quickly to help him until you felt someone pull you up, stopping your tracks to help the man. The other assassin got a hold of you, if it hadn't been for your small body, you could have stopped the leader from hurting Elliott any further.

You saw the man try to scramble from his gun, but the other man was quicker to lift him up by the throat, asking the whereabouts of Diego. Upon receiving no answer, the man punched Elliott twice, this time letting his body fall harshly on the floor while blood dripped down his nose.

“Elliott!” You struggled under the second man’s hold. You couldn't move, you couldn't fight. The siblings were not even back and there was no way for you to contact them when the phone was this far “We don't know where Diego is! Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with this!” you pleaded loudly. The leader only shifted his gaze at you, studying the way your eyes flushed with fear. He was trying to figure out whether you were the one the woman had referred to not killing, you were merely a teen after all. Yet, not killing you didn't mean they could not use you for information.

After that little stare down happened, making you hope that maybe the men would not use Elliot as their little puppet..You were gravely mistaking. The man dragged Elliott through the living room, knocking over a lamp and breaking it before pinning him into the dentist chair violently. He kept asking for Diego, and Elliott is only able to answer with a “I d-dont know” while you keep battling for the second man to let go of you. At this point, you felt the tears welling in your eyes as you noticed him take the forceps, priding Elliott's mouth open and sticking them into his mouth.

“NO!” you cried out “ELLIOTT!”

Elliott’s screams filled the building alongside your pleas and cries, but as much as you told the men that none of you knew where Diego was, that didn't seem to make them stop. Not until Elliott’s body was drained from life entirely, the blood from his body splattered all across the floor and body. You couldn’t help the soft cries leaving your lips, calling his name out ever so softly in hopes of him still being alive but that’s when you felt a sharp pain come from the back of your head. The world turned black and your body fell not too far from Elliott’s chair after the second man got tired of holding you.

The brothers could use you. They could use you to lure Diego, the man they believed responsible for the murder of their younger brother.

The next day, after Diego and Lurther find Elliott’s body, they try to figure out who did this to Elliott. Diego believes it's the feds, but Lurther claims that was no work of feds but of a psychopath. Believing the words written below are a name, they search through the phone book until discovering the phone number linked to whom they believe is responsible for Elliott’s death; They phone the number up.

Five jumped into the building, quickly noticing the blood painted words on the floor, making him hurry up the stairs to meet Elliot’s body. He can feel a lump forming in his throat as he approaches it. There were clear signs of torture, there was something stuck into his left eye. Five couldn’t help to feel guilty. He liked Elliot, he was a good man, he had helped them and welcomed his siblings in without the slightest complaint. He had become one of them, and for that, his life paid the price.

Five followed the voices of Lurther and Diego through the kitchen, taking off his blue and blood dripped jacked as he heard the brothers threaten someone over the phone for killing one of them “Hey! It's Öga för Öga, idiots. Swedish for ‘an for en eye’. It means The swedes killed Elliott '' He didn't want to think how the missions went after his run; It was clear Diego and Lurther shared one brain cell.

“Wrong number, have a lovely day” Diego hanged the call, looking at Five and easily spotting the blood on his clothes “Uh, you got some blood on your clothes”

“A lot actually”, Diego added as Five pushed by them, entered the bathroom and turned the sink handle to let the water flow down. He grabbed a white towel, carefully washing the blood off of him as best as he could “I found a way home”

“What? How?”

“All the details are irrelevant but i made a deal to get back to our timeline”

“What about doomsday? And the 2019 apocalypse”

“won't happen. Everything will be back to normal” Five remarked exasperated “All right? No more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the other and get back in 77 minutes. Luther, you get Allison, Diego go get Klaus, I'll get Vanya, Y/N-“ he stopped his pacing all suddenly, eyes roaming the room and back to his younger siblings “Wait—Where’s Y/N?”

Five’s eyes widened as realization suddenly hit him and his siblings. He saw you last night, you were supposed to be here, why weren’t you here?

“They stayed after the brunch, we thought they were with you…” Diego, Five and Lurther shared a look, all of them now realizing that you had been taken by the men who killed Elliott.

“Dammit!” Five exclaimed angrily. He had just gotten a way back home, and you...You had been taken. How was he supposed to find you in such little time? He didn’t even know where to start.

“Calm down. Okay—We’ll find them—“ Diego started while Five started to pace around, muttering words under his breath “This was so simple. So simple!” He turned his head to look at them “I am going to go find Y/N, and get Vanya. We meet here as planned, this is our only chance to go back” Five raised his finger at them both before started to walk to the stairs, but stopped abruptly when he Diego spoke up once more

“You expect us to not help you—“ before Diego could finish his sentence, Five jumped from the small distance to right in front of his brother, raising his fingers with a threatening look “If you don’t do this, I swear I’ll kill you myself” he said more sternly “there's not enough time for all of us to go in a search, I’ll tell Vanya to meet up here. If i don't make it in time just go back home, I’ll manage a way back”

“How are you planning on finding them?” Was what Diego last said before Five teleported out of the building.

You woke up with a sharp breath. Your head was pounding and when you opened your eyes, you were welcomed with nothing but a blindfold on your eyes. You tried moving your arms. But soon found out they were tied down to your back while your ankles were tied against the legs of a chair “Shit” you muttered hoarsely, your throat was still dry from the crying. What the hell happened? Where were you?—

That’s when it hit you

“HELP! SOMEONE!” You tried to scream as loudly as you could, but considering the silence in wherever you were, you knew no one was coming to your aid. Strangely, the smell was like cat fur, and that was confirmed when you heard the several meows and the cat passing it’s tail over your leg.

How in the world were you going to get out of here now?

Five jumped all over town trying to find any clues, even the smallest, of your whereabouts. Even though he didn’t show it, he was extremely anxious and worried for your self being. He feared what the Swedes could be doing to you, or worst, what they had already done. The images of Elliott kept flashing back to him, and something in his stomach made him believe that if he didn’t hurry up, he would find you the same way.

He didn’t know whether it was luck or simple fate, but as he walked through the town he spotted the familiar milk truck that had followed them around for some instances. It was parked in front of an apartment, a quite small one, and Five knew that you should have been there. He kept looking down at his watch, counting the minutes they had left before having to go back to 2019.

They still had twenty minutes. He still had time, it was enough to save you and go back. At least he hoped so.

He watched The Swedes get in the truck, and without thinking it twice, teleported himself inside the cat filled apartment. His blue eyes roamed the place all over, scanning it for any trace of you until he heard a few knocks coming from a nearby closet. He didn’t waste time on pulling the door open.

Five’s eyes fell on you, and instinctively, you started to try and kick thinking that The Swedes were back again “Y/N!-Its me!-Y/N” he crouched down to your level, scanning your body for any signs of torture or harm. He sighed sharply, relieved to see that The Swedes hasn’t gotten their way with you. Gently, he reached out to pull your blindfold off. It broke him to see you like this.

Your eyes weren’t shining like they used to. They were completely flushed by pain, regret and fear “F-Five” you muttered softly, finding it hard to believe he had actually found you. You felt the ropes become loose on your legs and wrists, and the moment you had the chance, your body fell against Five’s. He held you firmly, worried that maybe you weren’t as okay as he thought you were. He was only relieved to have you back on his arms again, the place where he could make sure of your safety.

“F-Five—Elliott—I couldn’t s-save him” You started, tears stinging your eyes as you remembered what The Swedes did to the man “I c-couldn’t—“your shoulders shook alongside your small sobs.

“I know...It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have left you” Five said softly, his arms slowly wrapping around you, hoping that would comfort you in the slightest “We have to go...I found a way back, but we need to go now or we’ll be stuck here forever” He pulled you up the ground, his thump caressing your tear stained cheeks while his free hand took a gentle hold of yours.

“You w-what? How?” You blinked twice, sniffing softly “Five, what did you do?”

“I’ll explain on the way...Let’s go home”

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #number five #number five x reader #number five imagine #umbrella academy #tua five #tua fanfic #aidan gallagher #fanfics #my work #tua

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urlocalmapache · 2 years

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Bloody Tears

Twisted Wonderland x Castlevania AU

Trigger warning: basically death

Important! English is not my mother language! I’m sorry if you find some grammatical or spelling errors!

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Whenever they saw Deuce, they tried to remain calm and strong, but it was getting harder and harder. Their heart wouldn't take it much longer, they knew that very well.

—Thank you for everything you do for me, Yuu…—Deuce told them weakly, bedridden and wrapped in blankets. He was so sick he couldn't even stand up, he was just a shadow of the Deuce that Yuu loved and missed so much, his skin pale as paper and his eyes glassy—. I'm sorry to be a burden to you.

—You aren’t a burden, you're my best friend —They told him with a slight smile, holding back the tears they so desperately wanted to let out. It broke their soul to pieces to see him like this. Yuu remembered Deuce so strong and full of life, and they would give anything to go back to those times —You'll get better, you'll see, and when you do, you'll cook for me for a whole month —They teased and gave him a bitter laugh, but it was so false, that it didn't take long for it to melt into thin air.

—I will, I will —he replied as he coughed.

—Now eat a little, you need it —They said, passing Deuce a bowl of "soup", just the same poor and insipid food as always: potatoes boiled in water with a little salt. As for them, for the last few weeks, his meals consisted of leftover potato skins.

Ever since Deuce got sick, their expenses had skyrocketed. Apart from working in the orchard, Yuu had gotten a job helping the village baker, but no matter how many jobs they took on, the money was never enough.

—You come home from working all day, just to take care of me… —Deuce murmured with sadness in his eyes— I'm really sorry, Yuu.

—It’s fine, it's not your fault you got sick —They answered, biting their lower lip to keep it from trembling, and fighting the familiar sensation of a painful lump forming in his throat. —. Besides, I do all of this because I want to.

They placed the palm of their hand on Deuce’s forehead, gently ruffling his hair.

The fever had risen even higher.

They were going to crack, but they weren’t going to do it in front of Deuce.

—I'll go get something, I'll be right back —They blurted out as an excuse before hurrying out of the room.

After leaving, they closed the door carefully, walked out of the house, took a deep breath, and interrupting the silence of the night, they broke down in tears. They fell to the ground crying desperately, feeling the serene cold of the night make his skin crawl and the damp earth dirty his hands.

They couldn't keep losing their friends. They would never forgive themself for not being able to help Ace when he fell gravely ill, the guilt would haunt them forever and keep them from sleeping at night. Despite all their efforts, despite all their attempts, they couldn't stop Ace from dying a few months ago.

And now, the exact same story was repeating itself with Deuce.

Again, the same helplessness, the same desperation, the same self-hatred for being unable to do anything.

They were a mere human, they weren’t even a hunter. They were short and weak, they didn't have any kind of influence or power, and they didn't have the slightest trace of magic either.

Were they perhaps condemned to see them die without being able to do anything? They cursed themself for being so, so utterly useless.

And while everyone in their small town was sickening and dying like animals, the church just turned a blind eye, and talked about their God. It made them so angry to see the reverends and monsignors hidden and completely oblivious to the situation, sheltered behind the luxurious walls and precious stained-glass windows of their cathedrals, dressed in their stunning suits and wearing expensive jewelry.

Every time they heard them talk about God, every time their eyes met with theirs briefly during sermons, they felt like throwing up. Every time they heard them speak of compassion and love, their intestines twisted in disgust.

They clenched their fists in anger, nails digging into the flesh and drawing blood.

And there, with the moon as witness, they decided.

They wouldn't let anyone else die, not while their heart was still beating in their chest.

They were fed up with misery.

—Yuu, what you’re saying it's suicide and sheer madness —Riddle told him without any tact—. You have lost your mind, you aren’t thinking clearly.

—I've made my decision, nothing you say can make me change my mind —They answered firmly.

They were ready to go.

They were wearing the best coat they had, their rustic rain boots, a tattered scarf, and a bag with a bottle of water, a lighter, and a map in it, as well as the compass they had stolen from Azul Ashengrotto, knowing that the Leech twins would come for them.

—Yuu, please reconsider —Trey asked with concern—. I know the situation is desperate, but we can't lose you too.

—Trey's right —Riddle insisted. He took Yuu's hands in his and looked them straight in the eye—. Yuu, no one who has ever gone into that forest has come back to tell the tale, besides, no one knows exactly where-

—If no one has returned, then I will be the first to do so.

—No! —Riddle slammed his fists on the table, making the empty plates and cups jump and rattle slightly, his patience wearing thin—. You will just die like an idiot! Stop being so childish! —He exclaimed with a red face— Do you think it doesn't hurt me to see Deuce like this?! Do you think that the impotence isn’t killing me?! —He took a deep breath in a miserable attempt to calm himself—. Yuu, I totally understand how you feel! But I'm not about to let you kill yourself for trying to be the hero!

Yuu took a deep breath, looking away. They knew it wouldn't be easy to break the news to them, and in fact, they would have preferred to lie to them.

—Yuu…—Trey spoke in a calmer, softer voice, just like an older brother. He placed his hands on their shoulders comfortingly— What does Deuce think of all this?

They hesitated before answering.

—He does not know… —They finally blurted out—. I lied to him, told him that I had gotten a job out of town, and that I would be away for a few days... If I told him the truth, he would never let me go.

—Yuu, if Deuce finds out about the decision you've made behind his back, he's going to die, he's not going to be able to take it.

—I'm not here to have this conversation, Trey —They said curtly—. I'm not here to ask what you think about this, I'm not here to ask for your advice, I'm just here to make you both promise, that if anything happens to me, you’ll take care of Deuce in my place.

—And how are we supposed to explain to him that you decided to do something so stupid?! Have you thought about it?! —Riddle asked standing up— You are going to kill him!

But Yuu turned a deaf ear and walked towards the door.

—Yuu! Yuu! Don’t ignore me! —Riddle yelled at them desperately, but he couldn't even make Yuu turn to look in his direction—. Yuu! Listen to me! Please don’t go! —They heard Riddle, and felt him cling tightly to their hand, holding them back for a few seconds—. Please… —he begged— Don't leave me too... Please...

—I’m sorry… I really do, Riddle.

They unlinked their fingers. They didn't look back, for they knew that if they did, they would completely fall apart.

—Goodbye, Riddle. Goodbye, Trey. See you soon.

And without further ado, with only the moon as company and a heart blinded in determination, they set out on his journey, losing themself in the blackness of the night.

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst #au

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thewolfswriting · 3 years

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The Dangers Of A Demon Chapter 3

Pairings: Demon Alpha!Dean x Katarina Morgan (Omega OC)

Word count: 2,009

Chapter Warnings: Profanity, Scent Marking, Knotting, Loss of Virginity, Dub-con, Non-consensual claiming 18+ content just don’t read if you’re under the age of 18

Taglist: @charmed-asylum

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

With a snarl, Dean kicked the cabin door open so hard it bounced off the wall. Even though he told the Omega to shut up, she still screamed at him the whole way back. He kicked the door shut behind him before throwing her to the floor with a thud. With tears flowing down her face she crawled backward until her back pressed against the nightstand. The fear grew more within her when he picked up the knife from the floor.

"Did you really think you could fucking escape?! He yelled while taking a fistful of her hair and pointing the knife at her face "Where the hell do you think you were going?!"

"I was trying to get away from you!" She all but yelled eyeballing the sharp object that's uncomfortably close to her face.

"You're not going anywhere until I decide when I'm gonna kill you. Understand?!"

She sobbed "Y-yes."

"Good. Now, get back up on that fucking bed and stay there." He pointed towards the bed with the knife still in hand.

Not wanting to piss him off even more she didn't hesitate to do what she was told. His eyes had even stayed black the whole time.

Keeping his eyes on her Dean growled at the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. She let out a sigh of relief once his attention wasn't directed towards her, but to the person he was currently on the phone with.

"What do you want Crowley?" Dean barked into the phone.

"Is it done?"

"I'm working on it."

"It's been 3 days Dean. You never drag out a kill. Get it done or I'll send someone who will."

"The job will get done but on my terms. Send anyone else and they'll be dead too!" Dean yelled the last sentence before hanging up not giving Crowley the chance to answer. If Crowley knew what was good for him, he would take what Dean said seriously.

"Who was that?" Katarina asked in a hushed tone like she was afraid he'd yell at her for asking.

At this point, the demon didn't care she heard the whole conversation "Don't worry about it."

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"We still haven't found her sheriff." One of the deputies said with a tone of sympathy.

He had to be careful to not give it away that he's looking for Katarina and because of that, only two of his deputies know she's missing. The only evidence they found was her footprints in the snow that led to her mother's grave. But Dean was careful to make sure nothing else of hers was left behind the night he took her.

"Keep looking. I want my daughter found safe and alive." Sheriff Morgan sighed. So nobody grew suspicious he had to hide the fact he knows who has his Omega of a daughter. Even worse, he's hiding that those three Omega's that were missing are now dead. All for the sake of an attempt to keep his daughter safe

"I'll find you. I promise." He muttered while gazing at the picture of his daughter on his desk.

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Dean returned to the cabin carrying a few logs of wood before he sat down on the stool to start a fire in the fireplace. Not one word did Dean had said to her since the situation that took place earlier that evening. Every time she heard the swing of Dean's ax hit the wood, she flinched thinking if he would kill her that way.

Katarina's shivering soon calmed down once the heat of the fire finally warmed the cabin. She buried her face against the blanket as she hugged it closer to her body and made a sound she's never made before. Realizing she just purred she sniffed the blanket. That's when it hit her. The blanket, the entire bed smells like Dean. She hoped with everything in her the Alpha across the room didn't hear the noise she once again just made. To her, that would be embarrassing given she's never had an Alpha touch her let alone have a heat yet. She only hoped having an Alpha this close to her wouldn't trigger her heat.

Relaxing enough she closed her eyes, finally falling asleep only minutes after.

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It was hours later when she awoke covered in a sheet of her own sweat. She looked at the fireplace which was still burning. She removed her jacket from her shoulders and three the blanket off, thinking maybe she got too hot from the heat of the fire and all the other layers on her. But then she smelled it, her own scent thick in the air of the cabin. Then she felt it, a cramp in her lower belly striking through her. Oh, no. So much for hoping.

"You're in heat."

She jumped as Dean pulled her closer to him. Gripping her jaw he holds her head in place as he, with golden eyes ran his nose along the side of her neck and let his hands roam either side of her body "Y-you knew this would h-happen." She went stiff as he pressed his hips forward against her ass and could feel the hardness of his cock straining against the demon fabric of his jeans.

He chuckled at her words while bringing his hand to the front of her jeans and popped the button and sliding two fingers in the waistband. The arousal pooled in her panties as soon as his fingers came in contact against hot, slick flesh. She bit her lip to keep any type of noise in from the fingers on her virgin cunt.

"Oh, you're damn right I did." His eyes flashed golden "And from the way you smell right now, I'm guessing you've never had an Alpha touch you or even have a knot in you. Now, that's gonna change."

The only response he got was a whimper of pain as another cramp shot through her. She knew this day would come, she knew what to expect, but she didn't expect was her heat to come like this. Triggered by a demon who happens to be an Alpha.

"Gonna make you feel good, Omega."

Dean flipped her on her back and ripped her shirt over her head before claiming her mouth with his. He took the liberty of palming her breasts through her plain white bra before taking it in his hands and ripping it from her chest. The demon was quick to capture her wrists in his hands to prevent her from covering herself.

While squeezing her breasts in his hands his eyes divert to her chest "Fuck, these tits are perfect, 'mega." His thumbs grazed across her aching nipples "Fit just right in my hands."

The Omega closed her eyes as he then smoothed a hand down her stomach to drag her jeans and panties down her legs. Holding her breath he pried her legs open while laying down on his stomach and slinging her legs over his shoulders. Her eyes snapped open once she felt the stubble on his face drag along her inner thigh and his breath ghosting over her mound and his tongue swiping up her slit.

"What are you doing?" She tried to close her legs around Dean's head.

"What's it look like 'mega?" He chuckled against her "Your cunt is just begging to be touched."

The shade of red that washed over her face was just a confirmation of his statement. It didn't matter how much Katarina wanted to deny it, her pussy was drenched from her arousal.

The tip of his nose nudged her clit as his tongue delved between her folds and brushed against her opening. Shame washed over her when her hips involuntarily bucked against his face and whimpered in pleasure. Not once had she ever thought about having an Alpha's face between her legs.

Dean was moaning against her sex and her face turned a deeper shade of red when he pulled back and moaned things like "your taste is intoxicating". But he always leaned back in and continued his actions.

Two rough fingers circled her tight entrance. It was almost like Dean could read her thoughts about protesting as he snaked a hand up her body and wrapped it around her throat as a warning "Come on 'mega" He licked her clit once "Open up for me." Twice.

Finally, he slid his two thick digits inside her. In an attempt to open her up more, he scissored them inside her, earning a gasp from the slight stretch.

"Oh, fuck." The Omega whimpered as Dean curled his fingers at the spot deep inside her.

"Yeah, there we go." He mumbled before continuing his assault on her clit.

It wasn't long until she became a writhing, screaming mess, her orgasm flooding through her body.

"Dean, please stop." She whimpered as he continued to finger and lick her through her orgasm.

Pulling away from her, Dean sat up on his knees and flipped her over on her stomach "Face down, ass up. Now."

It was out of pure Omega instinct that she did what she was told and she hated herself for it because she knew what was coming. She tried to crawl away as Dean removed his clothes but he only grabbed her hips and pulled her back into place before positioning himself behind her.

Before she could turn her head to look behind her he shoved her face to the mattress "It's better you don't see this 'mega." He rutted between her folds and spread her slick over his cock.

She fisted the blanket with tears in her eyes as the head of his cock pushes against her quivering heat and that's when he felt the resistance. She didn't say a word. The only sound she made was a whimper of horror as he struggled to push the first inch inside her and beads of sweat started to form on his skin.

"Please wait! Dean, I can't. It hurts!" She wailed at him when he rutted in another two inches. She felt like he was splitting her in two.

He was starting to lose patience with her "Oh, I know it does. But you're gonna take my cock like the submissive Omega you are. You wanna know what happens if you don't?" He snarled at her.

"You'll hurt me?"

"That is right. Now shut the hell up and take it like a good little Omega!"

The hands that gripped her hips tightened to keep her still as he attempted to again push forward but stilled his movement when her walls gripped him. At that moment his patience might as well just disintegrated. Snarling he slammed himself completely inside her. The glass-shattering scream from Katarina's throat echoed throughout the cabin but was soon silenced the moment Dean leaned over and clamped a hand over her mouth.

By testing her he rocked his hips forward, eliciting a whimper of pain from the girl. Slightly he pulled out only to slam himself back into her. She sobbed into the blanket with each drag of his cock against her. At first, he went slow, but with each time she involuntarily clenched his thrusts became faster and harder.

She wondered how bad it would've gone if she had fought him on it. But then again, she didn't have to wonder. Even though he hurt her anyway, it could've been worse.

"Gonna knot you little 'mega." His voice was suddenly deeper.

The words she just heard didn't fully register until she felt it at the base of him and her eyes grew wide. His knot was starting to swell. As he still pounded into her he dragged her up against his chest. He pulled back only to snap his hips forward and with one hard thrust, he forced his knot inside her. As thick ropes of cum filled her womb he licked a line from her shoulder to her neck before sinking his teeth deep in her neck.

"My Omega." Was the last thing she heard before closing her eyes.

#supernatural #alpha/omega #demon!dean winchester #demon!dean #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x original female character #alpha!dean winchester #alpha dean winchester

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lunatunacat-14 · 4 years

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Chapter 3: Tears go to Rage then to Confusion.

"My name is Ink?" His voice was scratchy and barely Audible. It took our purple heart eyed skeleton to really think about what the other had said, but his thoughts couldn't get far. For his worry had overcome it, the winged skeleton or as we now know him as Ink.

Right as he spoke harsh coughing came from him, black inky blood dripping slightly from his mouth as he coughed harder. The heart eye skeleton panicked slightly, thinking of when the ambulance was going to get here. Almost as if on cue, the distance sounds of sirens came near. He almost sighed in relief, going closer to the winged skeleton.

"Okay some people are going to come here and help the pain your feeling, okay so don't freak out please." He tried to explain to the other but his voice got drowned out by the sirens. The ambulance stoping right next to them. As a human and a goat monster of some sort ran out with a hospital bed on wheels. The human trying to pick Ink up, as said skeleton scoots back in fear. 'What do these people want with him? Are they planning to hurt him!' He didn't trust these Unknown people, so he backed up and lifted his hand up in defense. The monster tried to help get the skeleton up, but he just backed away further. Suddenly having the energy to do so.

Our purple eyed skeleton didn't know what to do at first but then decided to try and convince Ink that it was all going to be fine and that they weren't trying to hurt him. But when that failed he had to resort to using his magic, a purple glow went around Ink as he began to levitate and was put on the Hospital bed. Him trying to fight back, screaming despite his hurt throat. As little Inky tears fell from his eye, as he was being rolled into the ambulance. The heart eyed skeleton asking if he could go, though he was denied unless he was family of some sort. So wanting to make sure that this skeleton got proper care, he lied.

"I'm uh his brother! Now please I need to be with him, I need to be there!" Though it did seem a bit dramatic, they let him on. Closing the door, as it started to move. He having been sat down, as the other gave up on struggling. Seeing as it has weakened him, though the silent tears continued. As the doctors on board did what they could to help at the moment.

When they finally got to the hospital, the heart eyed skeleton was forced to sit down in the lobby as he couldn't go in the back. He began to think on why he had done this, he didn't have to care for a stranger but he did. And he didn't know why, could it be how lonely he really his. Or maybe something about this skeleton made him want the other safe. He didn't know and he doubted he ever would.

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Meanwhile, our beloved Error was doing the job he so hated. He had always hated his job, but now he hated it even more. For obvious reasons. He was going to the last AU of the Night, it was a weird copy of underlust. Where everyone had made it to the surface and somehow, became more normal because of it. Though was much as he would rather keep this one instead of the original, his job had to be done. Though ever since he died, he had to only destroy a few every month. As for some reason his son could not help create AUs yet like he could. He didn't know why but, that doesn't mean AU still weren't being created because they were. Just not as often as they used to. With that thought out of the way, he began his destruction. Finishing off with destroying the code and quickly getting out of there. The portal leading him to his grave. Though at first he didn't know why it had done that after all, he wanted to go see his son but saying goodnight to him would be nice. After all, he had always loved it when they would sit in bed and repeatedly said goodnight to each other. Until one decided to shut the other up, usually that would be Error. So with a sad smile he walked up to the grave and his expression had changed almost instantly. To one of sadness and slight happiness to pure horror. It looked as if someone had dug up his grave or, something crawled out. He honestly didn't believe the latter, after all. He would have known if his lover was alive, right?

So he looked down hatefully, the only other reasonable option was that someone had dug it up. He thought of Nightmare, thinking that he had finally came back for some sick revenge but. He had not been seen ever since his lover had died, and wouldn't it make sense to do it sooner? He honestly didn't know, so the next thing that came to mind was that some disrespectful group of kids dug it up. Thinking that made him want to just about destroy this universe, but he knew he couldn't.

Stepping closer he saw that there was claw marks, it could have been a dog but. Something about it didn't seem like that, it seemed like. Tears fell down his face, he couldn't be alive. Not after 100 years. He shook his head, wiping his tears with his sleeve. No, he wouldn't believe something so outrageous. No one can be reborn, not even someone like Ink. Right? It had to be.

His eyes went red with anger, no he wasn't alive. This was probably the job of some stupid teens. With rage in his heart he began to destroy this universe, him having no self-control. He was going to find who ever did this a show them to never mess with the dead ever again.

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After what felt like hours, he was told that he could see the winged skeleton. Though he was asleep. But he didn't mind, so a nurse escorted him to room 168. Which was the room our little Ink-bot was in, sleeping heavily on the soft cushions of the hospital bed. He looked at the other for a second before sitting down on a chair. The nurse leaving the two.

His thoughts once again went back to why, but he deemed it as he was just lonely and seeing this skeleton that looked to be buried alive seemed like he had no one either. So maybe they could help each other. He was probably thinking a lie, this skeleton probably didn't trust him or wouldn't. He rested there for a little while before an alarm went off, scaring the winged skeleton wake as well as himself. What was happening? He thought, looking out the window seeing everyone freaking out and screaming about how someone was destroying the town. His face paled slightly, as he looked at Ink. He had to get them out of here, there was no way he was just going to let the other die like that. So he picked the winged skeleton up, being careful of his healing wounds. Then he bolted out some exit, freaking out as he saw some skeleton on a rampage. Probably for revenge of some sort.

The skeleton in his arm had awoken, looking at the monster in terror of what they were doing. Him crying as he tried to scoot away from them.

"Shhh it's okay we'll just hide in. . ." He began to look around as he ran in the opposite direction of the destruction. So far nothing seemed to be safe. Not for something with that power. He began to look lost thinking that they both may probably die or get hurt. He froze slightly, feeling the other in his arms shake out of fear or the cold. He looked around for something, but then decided to cover him with his jacket. It was a little too big, but it seemed to work just fine. Covering his face so the cold didn't hit him. He picked the other up again and went to run, but suddenly a glitched skeleton went crashing into a wall near the two. It was him! The one destroying everything. He went to run away but tripped slightly, Luckily catching himself and Ink. But unluckily the skeleton looked at the two. He froze in fear for a second. God was this skeleton terrifying. Then he snapped out of it and began to run but was caught in blue strings, ripping himself away from the winged skeleton. Said winged skeleton screamed, his tears falling as he fell too. The hood still covering his face. He looked up at the stranger that helped him, then too the one hurting everyone. His tears falling faster as he screamed to his savior from before, his wings flapping around in panic. Causing the glitched skeletons attention to go to him. He was about to attack this weird bird skeleton, until said winged skeleton pushed him. Him getting at look at their face as he fell. Though he didn't see much, he did see that ink splotch on their cheek he knew all too well. But before he could get over his shock they were already helping this version of lust.

The purple heart eyed skeleton, or lust looked at ink worried for them. There was no way that they could keep this much energy for this long. He stood there crying and scared his legs becoming weak. He didn't like this. Not one bit. Lust knew that right here was not safe so he grabbed inks shoulders and told him that they had to get away from the bad skeleton. Ink just cryed in response as he fell down. Lust catching him.

By now he had got out of his shock, not believing what he just saw. He was dead, that couldn't be him. Though he didn't have time to figure out, because the two had already ran and Error honestly didn't feel like destroying anymore. He just felt lost, everything just fell apart in one moment. His glitches began to cover his body as he made a portal to the one place he could calm and think. Outertale.

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They made it very far lust setting the frightened skeleton down near a tree. He had ran to a forest, where his parents house was. Though they were dead so it belonged to him, because they had no other children. So after their small rest he picked Ink up and went to the house. Setting him down on the bed, as the winged skeleton passed out almost immediately as his head touched the pillow. Lust tucking him in and sitting on the bed himself. Thinking back on what just happened, it was all too much for his mind to comprehend. The weird skeleton, his power, how he froze up when he saw the winged skeleton next to him. He just didn't understand any of it, but he shouldn't worry about that right now. He was more worried for this stranger next to him. His mind wondered of how their past was, or why he found him on the verge of dying. He groaned slightly, all this thinking began to hurt his head. He needed sleep. So with his final thought, he soundly slipped into slumber.

'Good night'.

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Oof well I hope that didn't make people who actually kinda liked this hate me now. I didn't bother to edit this, so if there a mistake. Well it's staying there cuz I too lazy to fix.

Btw if y'all want to input your ideas for this story, I may or may not use them. But I would love to see how you guys want future chapters to go, itll be like we all are writing the story.

Also, Error can still hear the voices so if you want to say something to him or ask something. Then please do, it would be interesting to put it into the story.

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bigbadorc · 5 years

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Modern Orc Boyfriend | Gordoxe

"I see hell in your eyes, taken in by surprise.

Touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside."

Reader x Orc story

Orcs rule the underworld selling humans & elves alike as slaves, what will Alice do when she's captured & made an offer she literally can't refuse? & how long will she last if she keeps pushing her new boss's limits?

The blindfold that was tied around your head was pulled down to your neck you looked up at the creature in front of you he was clearly the alpha male in the room, he sat in the middle of a red velvet lounge with women on either side of him, some were elves others humans. You shook your head how was this possible? You had heard of the slave trades on the news before, Orcs selling humans & elves to other races but you never thought it would happen to you & if you were honest you had kind of turned a blind eye to it, it was easy enough to do when it wasn't happening to you.

You winced at the pain of trying to keep your eyes open, you felt the bruise on your cheek pulsing & you could taste the blood from the split that had been punched into your lip.

You sniffed when you met the creature's golden eyes, he tore them away from inspecting your face, his gaze made you feel small...he made you feel something else too but you couldn't recognise the emotion.

"I told you not to harm the human's, I can't sell damaged product." He spat thrusting his finger in your direction, he galred at your captors.

The goblin beside you nodded vigorous & bowed his head "I-I know-" he cleared his throat before continuing "but she was a fighter, w-we could keep her until she heals. She will be prime product, I can guarantee that sir." The goblin swollowed hard & looked over to his dark elf partner for support buy only recieved a shrug in response before he averted his eyes to the floor.

You chuckled "not so tough now are you little man?" You teased under your breath, you were amused at how the confident smirk he wore earlier was wiped from his face with only a glance, you licked your bottom lip as blood trickled from it due to the width of your grin.

The orc who was clearly the leader of this group stood & began to walk over to you, he was a mountain of a creature & the muscles he bore on every inch of his body were huge, you shuddered at the thought of the pain that his giant fists would bring once they met skin but you didn't show your fear.

He smirked down at you before kneeling "everybody leave." He said, curiosity passed his features as he looked you over. The women & hunters scurried from the room, opening the door & letting the bass from the club flood in before promptly shutting the door behind them.

The orc infront of you grabbed your chin between his thumb & forefinger to get a better look at your face "what say you to a deal?" He asked before letting his grip slip.

You raised your eyebrow "what kind of deal?" You asked, trying to even out your breathing his touch sent shivers throughout your body & he radiated power.

"I'm not going to sell you little human, if you work for me." He said.

You pursed your lips "doing what?" You asked curiously, like you had an option. It was that or death but you would be damned if you let him think he had it over you, something in you wanted to defy his every wish.

"You will work close with me, I need someone to stick by me & do some off hand work that I don't have the time for, kind of like a secretary position if you will." He explained.

You frowned "what would a gang leader need with a secretary?" You asked confused.

He laughed "we have to have a way of making the money look legitimate, how do you think we don't get caught?" He asked "it's for my office."

You clucked your tongue "what happened to your last secretary?" You asked adding sarcastic emphasis on secretary.

He shrugged "shot." He said uncaring as he stood casting a large shadow over your small bent frame.

You cursed under your breath & stood slowly "fine." You agreed, it's not like you had a choice. You threw the handcuffs you had picked the lock of ages ago at him & he caught them with a chuckle.

"You're going to be a pain in the ass aren't you?" He asked with a smirk.

You matched his smirk with one of your own "you have no idea." You said as you flipped your hair over your shoulders with confidence.

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That was the first time you met him, Gordoxe the king of the Criminal Underbelly. Criminals feared him, police paid him for protection, he pretty much ran the country. He was the most feared Orc & yet you couldn't help but push his buttons.

"Alice!" He yelled from his office, you adjusted your small black skirt as you stood from your uncomfortable desk chair & walked over to his open door "get in here & shut the fucking door!" He boomed, you smiled sweetly at him & he growled "you are a pain in the ass, I shoud have killed you on the spot." He growled throwing his arms up with frustration.

You bat your eyelashes at him innocently "good morning to you to Gordy." You said happily, calling him by the nickname you had devised for him...he hated it which made you love it even more.

He slammed his giant fist on his mahogany desk leaving a crack in it, you couldn't help but gawk at the crack he left. It was ridiculous that you would be turned on by that but there you were practically drooling over it.

"Don't call me that! How many warnings do you need little human? I have a reputation to uphold! You can't go around disrespecting me like this." He said, you rolled your eyes.

"Jesus Gord-" he glared at you & you cleared your throat as you nodded "sir" you corrected yourself "you hired me for this position, it's not like I was qualified for it! I was a barmaid for christ sake." You argued, placing a hand on your hip as you cocked your eyebrow at him in a challenge.

"You're right-" he admitted with a small sigh, you raised your eyebrows as shock took over admitting you were right? that was new "I was impulsive & I should have checked your credentials before saving your GODDAMN LIFE!" He yelled.

It was your turn to sigh because he was right "I'm sorry I'll try harder." You gave in with a roll of your eyes.

He nodded making you cross your arms in protest "good I'll give you a week more to get your shit together, you've been here for two months, Ali you should be able to do the job with ease by now not just walking around looking like that-" he said motioning to your figure "in those damn skirts." You bit back a smile as he pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration you began to walk over to his desk absent mindedly as if your feet were moving on their own accord, swaying your hips with each step.

He licked his lips hungrily & leaned back in his black leather chair as his eyes roamed said hips.

You couldn't help yourself in that moment, not around him, not anymore. You wanted him, all those nights you spent pleasuring yourself to the thought of him, the tension between you both was getting to be to much, you reached around his desk & pressed the button that made the black curtains drop over the clear glass box that was his office.

"What are you doing?" He asked as you moved around the desk & crawled onto his lap.

"You seem pent up & I said I would try harder didn't I?" You asked with a pout.

"You're insufferable & annoying, little human." He breathed out.

You smirked "he says as he strokes my lower back." You retorted as you reached back & grabbed his hand pushing it down to your ass, letting him grab & knead to his desire, you bit your bottom lip seductively as you rolled your hips over the front of his jeans, a low noise came from his throat as he locked eyes with you.

He stopped suddenly & a look of hunger crossed his features as he grabbed the back of your neck pulling your head down to his slowly, he grabbed your chin with his forefinger & thumb as he craned his neck.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment & he growled lifting you off him, you darted around the desk & sat in the chair across from him on the otherside of the large desk -the very desk you fantasized about Gordoxe bending you over- & quickly fixed your skirt.

"What?!" He roared, you crossed your legs to hide your heat & stiffened as the door opened glancing down to make sure your skirt was sat at an appropriate height, you looked to the doorway & there stood Gas the goblin that kidnapped you "we've got a problem." He said, his face grave.

You rolled your eyes, you could swear that was the only way he ever started a sentence "we always have a problem, can I leave early today?" You asked.

Gordoxe narrowed his eyes at you "I'll have Sands take you back to the apartment, no stops, no leaving." Annoyance boiled within you, you could never go out or do anything when they had a problem. It's not like it was your problem, it was their's you weren't part of the gang after all you only dealt with the legitimate side of their opporation.

"That's not-" you began to protest but Gordoxe threw his arms up.

"No! You will listen to me, damn it. Go home don't argue-" he was pointing his finger violently at you "or I swear to god there will be punishments this time! for too long I have given you leniency." He said "I will do it no longer." & with that he stormed out of the room Gas trailed behind him leaving you with Sands, the dark elf who was assigned to you as a babysitter of sorts or as you like to call him the babesitter.

"Come on Sands, time to babesit." You said sullenly walking out the door, as usual he said nothing.

The elevator doors were open & a fair few people were piled in, there was just enough room for one more & if you could get in there without Sands catching you first, you could make a stop before going to the apartment all this pent up tension had you craving a drink. A man in a suit was about to press the button, you had about point two seconds to get in so you bolted into the elevator Sands ran behind up behind you but the doors closed you waved at him through the crack just before they closed & the elevator began to descend & you chuckled to yourself in victory, you looked around the elevator & people shrunk away from you they knew who you were. You worked closely with Gordoxe & that was enough to stay away from you, you smiled at them all & began to sway on your heels happily.

The second the elevator doors opened you ran out & into the city outside triumphantly, you finally had a moment alone, a moment without the lonely company of a babysitter who didn't speak, a moment of normality.

I'll drink to that you thought to yourself as you walked to the nearest bottleshop.

When you finally found one you grabbed the most expensive bottle of whiskey & paid for it with the company card, with all the teasing Gordoxe was doing supplying you with a little liquid release was the least he could do.

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It was going on dark by the time you had finished the bottle & you knew by now Gordoxe would have people out looking for you & he'd be royally pissed off. You walked back to Gordy's hotel where Sands stood guard at the large glass foyer doors.

He didn't even look at you when you walked past, you walked into the building & to the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse as you sighed & you lent your head against the wall preparing yourself for the bombardment of lectures you were no doubt about to recieve.

The golden elevator doors dinged open & Gordoxe was pacing on the otherside of them, he grabbed your arm & dragged you into the large penthouse, the expression on his face was positively murderous "you insufferable little brat!" He screamed "you have no idea how worried I've been! You have no idea the dangers that await you out there nor do you take them seriously! I warned you there would be consequences if you disobeyed me." He snarled.

"What are you going to do?" You put on a good front because of the alcohol but if you were honest...or sober you would be fully aware of just how seriously scary he was in that momemt & you'd admit that you fucked up.

"Oh, I'll show you." He said menacingly his large figure cast a dark shadow over you as he stepped forward & swooped you up. He threw you over his large shoulder, you yelped & squirmed but there was not a point in fighting so you quickly gave up going limp as he carried your body through the halls.

He took you into his office grumbling something about 'only wanting what was best for you' & how 'it was for your safety', he sat you onto the desk of his home office & you sat on the edge swinging your legs in the large gap between your feet & the floor.

He was so close to you that you could see the green rings that lined the gold in his eyes, your breath caught in you throat. He had beautiful eyes, that was the first thing you noticed about him. They were your first thought in the morning & your last thought at night, the way they held such a whirlwind of emotions it was hard to pin a singular feeling down but the whirlwind was only ever there when he was looking at you.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He said his voice deep & husky, his warm breath faned across your face making you shiver "your rebellious streak is causing me trouble." He said "in more ways then one."

You frowned "more than one?" You asked confused, how could little old you be causing the biggest ganster in the country multipul problems?

He smirked "you really want to know little human?" He asked, you licked your lips as you inspected his beautiful smirk & how the gold piercing in his right tusk shone.

You gulped & nodded, he grabbed your hand gently as his eyes bore into your own & he moved it down to the front of his black jeans. Your eyes widened & you gulped slightly when you felt the impossibly large buldge in his pants, you looked down to see that your hand was tiny in comparison to it & his eyes filled with lust at the sight causing the buldge to throb.

He moved his large hand up to your cheek & rubbed his thumb gently over the bone, your eyes fluttered close at his gentle touch & you moved your hand but only to pull him closer to you.

The space between you both was charged with electricity & you couldn't hold back any longer lest you both burst at the seams.

He growled as he moved between your legs, you wrapped your thighs around his solid midsection & pulled the collar of his white shirt towards you "careful little human." He warned.

You looked up at him with doe eyes "I thought you wanted to punish me?" You asked with a sickly sweet tone.

He cupped your chin in his forefinger & thumb like he did when you first met like he has done several times after & dipped his head down so that your lips were inches apart "I did didn't I?" He said his voice gruff before he closed distance, his lips were soft & warm. You moaned against them & pressed your lips hard against his, he broke the kiss suddenly but only to suck on your neck, you moaned again as his tusks dragged across your soft skin making your lower back tingle.

"Gordoxe." You whispered through a sigh.

He pushed you down against his desk & slid his hand down your stomach "say my name again little human." He growled as his fingers played with the hem of your underwear.

"Gordoxe." You sighed out again, his fingers slid down your thighs & back up sending waves of desire through out your body, he stopped at the entrance of your skirt & he began to laugh as he pulled away from you leaving you panting on his desk, you sat up on your elbows & frowned at him "I told you I'd have to punish you." He said.

Anger boiled inside you & you sat up from the desk "fuck you." You pouted as you walked to the door of his office fixing your skirt as you did "you punish yourself also." You pointed out, nodding to the very clear erection he had & with that you stepped out of the office slamming the large wooden doors close behind you.

(Hey guys! Sorry if this is a little awful, it's my first Orc story & it's three o'clock in the morning oh & I also had already wrote this out but the tumblr app shut down & deleted the whole thing so I had to start again...yuUup that was fun. Anywhoser I hope you guys liked this, let me know what you thought & if you have any requests I'd totally be down to do them -willing to do a lot of different creatures not just orcs- OH! & let me know if you'd like a part 2 or a different Orc)

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its-me-screeching · 5 years

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Catalysis - Chapter 4: Frost

Sometimes, you start your day the right way; singing birds, sunny weather, the smell of your own homemade chocolate pancakes combined with an overall sense of peace.

Other times, you come out to your sister as a lesbian ice sorceress with a shady job and a questionable relationship.

Elsa had seen better days.

At least Anna took everything she threw at her, cold snowballs included, relatively well. Okay, her younger sister had spent the bigger part of the evening mumbling very intelligent words and phrases, such as 'what the hell?', 'Magic', 'superspy… snow sister?', and the occasional 'I can't handle the responsibilities of being Queen of England.' Every time she looked Elsa in the eyes, she did so with an expression of wonder, amazement and immense confusion, as if she was eager to solve a puzzle only she could see.

It could be worse, if Elsa was honest. She'd take that impressed confusion over fear anytime. Most of the conversations she'd had with Anna later that day had consisted of her sister bombarding her with questions. Did you always have those cool powers? Does anyone beside me know? Could you make an ice palace if you tried?

To which Elsa had replied with, 'yes, yes, I'm sure of it,' precisely in that order. It was an interesting experience, her sister's constant questioning, allowing her to see her life in a whole new light. A light she wasn't all that fond of so far. It served as a reminder of the many questionable choices she'd made along the way, and though she'd trained herself not to care too much about what other people thought of her, she considered Anna's opinion of her of grave importance.

Special assignments be damned. Elsa's most important assignment was making sure Anna didn't end up like her. A goal only achieved if the younger girl didn't… look up to her so much. And at the same time, Elsa thought, a part of her did want Anna to appreciate her, even if she wasn't deserving of much praise and love. That part of her contained all the selfishness she had in her body, the same selfishness with which she'd elected to make Anna the offer about coming to live with her.

Should've left her with Kai and Gerda. Would've been better for her.

She shook that thought away, crossing the street while shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun. It may have been the truth, but that didn't mean said truth needed to be given actual thought. Things happened, choices had been made, there was no way back, it was simply the way things were, done. She shoved her hand in the pocket of her coat the moment she felt the frost creep on her fingertips, tingling with a feeling of insecurity she couldn't help but despise. Conceal, don't feel. Frost on her hands in early september would raise questions, especially now, with her walking around the city like this. Oslo may have had a cold climate, but wintery weather in summer's final days would be a bit much.

She'd hoped the walk to Merida's humble home would clear her mind, but Elsa had no such luck. In the rare moments Anna didn't occupy her thoughts that day, her mind focused itself on her redhaired colleague, with all her sly smiles and special assignments and very inconvenient flirting.

Seriously? Anna had been right there.

Elsa willed the frost away, forcing it to recede. Her Company training had taught her how to control her powers, for the most part. Not that it took all the danger and cold she had swirling within her away; while she was fine most of the time, her control wasn't impeccable, as if she were missing a key component in the formula to complete control, a secret ingredient of sorts. All she could do was try to keep her emotions under control; if she managed to do that, if she didn't feel too much, she could refrain from harming anyone, be it on purpose or by accident.

She knew only one person who could mess with her whole 'don't feel' philosophy without any difficulties, and she was bound for that person's house. It didn't help clear her mind one bit. With every step she took, squeezing her way through groups of people who walked too slow for her liking, she told herself again and again that Merida Dunbroch really wasn't supposed to make her feel actual emotions.

Wasn't that the whole idea behind being 'friends with benefits', as Anna had called it? That there were no emotions involved? By all means, if anyone wasn't worth wasting emotions on, it was Merida. Elsa knew this, knew it well, too. Calling the redhead a queen of one-night stands would be an exaggeration, but she sure did rank as a princess. Elsa was aware of this. Of course she was. Which was also why she didn't care. Merida could do what- and whoever she wanted. So could Elsa, had she felt the desire to. They weren't in a relationship or anything.

Next to her, a young man yelped as he slipped on ice. He managed to save himself by wrapping his arms around a lamppost, breaking his fall, looking around frantically to find out what had caused it in the first place. Elsa sighed and picked up her pace.

Fortunately, Merida didn't live far away. Elsa could walk the distance with ease. Her spirits brightened when she spotted the redhead's home, eager to find a way to distract herself from her own mind in whichever way possible. She'd always hated how complicated everything had to be with her, every single day; constant overthinking without a day's rest, always worrying about everything and nothing, that vague feeling of ever-present stress that slept within her. And sometimes, when her magic didn't make her feel like she could rule the world, it crawled under her skin like bugs trying to eat her alive.

Hopelessly complicated, every single thing.

In the four years Elsa had known Merida, she'd visited her colleague's house on occasion, with said visits growing a little more frequent ever since they'd set up their agreement last year. Whenever Elsa neared the house, old but in a marvellous state, she had to allow herself a good five seconds for an obligatory eye roll. She could never bring herself to understand why Merida needed an expensive, big house like the one she owned, with a grand total of four stories and two balconies that went unused for the most part.

A rather impressive building, for someone who lived alone. It bordered on the pretentious, a splendid display of wealth that seemed to scream 'show-off' to everyone who wanted to hear. When asked about her interesting choice of house, Merida would grin and say a fancy house like the one she owned tended to impress girls. To Elsa, it seemed like a lie. She theorized that the ridiculously expensive home had to be a compensation of sorts, to make up for a brief period in Merida's life in which she'd been homeless, all alone in a strange country. A coping mechanism, if that was what she could call it.

It didn't matter. Figuring out how the gears in Merida Dunbroch's brain turned wasn't anything she needed to concern herself with. The analysis of the redhead's inner psyche was Rapunzel's job, a job she could've been doing if she hadn't disappeared.

Elsa knocked on the door, more calmly than Merida had done that morning. She counted the seconds that passed between her knocking and the moment her colleague would open the door. She'd either be waiting ten seconds, or five minutes. There was no inbetween in Merida's little world.

Today was a 'ten seconds' day; the redhaired Scot appeared at the door at a speed previously unknown to mankind. Elsa chose to interpret it as a good sign, vowing to treat Merida with a little more warmth now. Truth be told, she had been exceptionally cold that morning, a result of her inner struggle and inability to cope with the fact that her sister would be seeing yet another side of her that she preferred to keep hidden. It had been unfair to take that frustration out on Merida, even though the redhead and her actions had been rather… provocative.

"I was trying to get some work done," Merida began, crossing her arms with a look of mild annoyance that could either be feigned or legitimate. "Got rid of all possible distractions so I could actually accomplish something today. And then the biggest distraction of 'em all shows up at my goddamned front door."

Elsa noticed how she wasn't wearing her damaged jacket anymore. She wore a T-shirt now, short-sleeved, the black one with the flame-eyed demon bear on it. It was Merida's favourite shirt, though Elsa was less fond of it ever since the redhead had made the mistake of wearing it to a church they'd entered when tailing a target. After the sermon, the priest, an old man, had seen it fit to approach Merida to call her out on her rather pagan choice of clothing, harping on about good Christian values and whatnot. Merida, maintaining her usual way of problem-solving called 'don't think, do', had retorted by kissing Elsa on the mouth right in front of him, a passive-agressive attack on the man and his rigid beliefs.

In hindsight, the priest's face had been funny when it turned as red as Merida's hair, and the whole 'innocent young couple' act had been a pretty solid way to direct their target's potential suspicions elsewhere, but it had also been awkward, and even though Elsa had thoroughly enjoyed that kiss, she didn't think she could ever set foot in that particular church again without wanting to die of embarassment.

What Elsa could appreciate about the shirt, however, was how it allowed her a view of Merida's strong arms (real pieces of work), and the tattoo on her right shoulder. A 'Will 'O the Wisp', Merida had said it was, a creature appearing in Scottish folklore, blue flames burning as bright as the fire in her eyes. When Elsa had asked, the redhead was kind enough to inform her that, yes, those creatures actually existed, and they led people to either their destiny or their doom. She hadn't been willing to say anything else about them. Elsa wasn't going to doubt her words; she herself possessed winter magic, and twelve years ago, she'd met trolls. Merida didn't know about that, didn't know all of Elsa's own secrets, so Elsa considered it to be Merida's right to remain silent about whatever Wisp encounter she may have had in the past.

She blinked a few times, realizing she'd been staring at Merida's arms a little too long, and remembered she still had a comment to reply to.

"I'd apologize," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "But it was you who invited me to come over today, so I can't imagine I'm doing anything wrong." She shrugged out of her coat, hanging it on the coat rack in Merida's hallway. "Fixing your jacket?"

Merida averted her gaze with something of a blush, arms still crossed, features morphing from annoyed to an adorable kind of frustration. "Yeah. Didn't have time before."

The one useful skill Merida's mother had taught her daughter, according to Merida herself, was sewing. Elsa knew how much the redhead disliked her own talent for it, in part caused by a bad relationship with her mother, in part because she felt it didn't quite fit into the badass image she'd created for herself. Even Merida, however, had to admit that the skill came in handy, especially if you spent the majority of your days running around and shooting people. Fixing her own damaged clothing was not a problem for Merida Dunbroch, as long as she could actually get herself to sit down and do the job. Elsa had disturbed her in her work and it hadn't added to the improvement of Merida's mood.

"And now you still don't have time," Elsa replied, "because you literally told me this morning to come here. You wanted to talk about the special assignment, remember?"

It took Merida a few seconds to answer, making Elsa wonder if she'd managed to forget it about it somehow. She'd become accustomed to the redhead's chaotic way of living at this point, and neither 'planning' nor 'priorities' existed in her brain. If Merida had considered it convenient to forget about her words that morning, she would've simply pushed them to a dark corner of her mind, and she would remember all about them days later and call Elsa awake at one in the morning to ask her why she hadn't stopped by after receiving the invitation.

"Ah, yeah. Assignment. Wanted to brief you this morning, but your sister was there. How long has she been living with you?"

"Two weeks."

When Elsa had left her apartment to go visit Merida about the assignment, Anna had told her to 'have fun'. She'd said 'fun' the way Merida had done before. It was definitely an implication Elsa had heard in those words. Fine. She didn't care. As long as 'implication' didn't turn into 'accusation', there wasn't anything to worry about. Why was she even still thinking about it, if she didn't care? Complicated, everything with you is complicated.

"And now you want to talk about the special assignment."

Elsa took a step forward, bringing herself closer to Merida, looking her in the eyes and nodding. "And now I want to talk about the assignment."

"Do you really?"

"What?"

"Do you really?" Merida frowned, finally uncrossing her arms. "You're thinking. Not about that assignment, but the same old thing as usual. You're not thinking, you're overthinking."

For all Merida's strange quirks, Elsa had to admire that stupid ability she had to figure her out with so much ease. There were many things on her mind, indeed; the death of her parents and the thought of who or what could be behind it, the innocent sister she had to protect and take care of, the magic slithering through her veins, and the feelings, fuck, feelings she had for Merida that really should not have been there in the first place. So complicated, all of it, but she was stuck in that situation anyway.

"If I abandoned everything that needed to be done because I was thinking," Elsa said, "I wouldn't do anything for the rest of my life."

A feeling of warmth shot through her when she felt Merida's hand at her side, tugging her closer to the redhead. "You know," Merida whispered in her ear, "whatever it is today, don't let it get to you. 'S not okay."

Why Merida pretended to care about her mental stability was beyond Elsa. Not that she complained. She looked at the woman in front of her, studied that stupid concern in her eyes, and decided that, even if Merida could be an insensitive idiot at times, she liked her tendenct to remain so free of any and all complications. It was always Elsa who had to make situations as complicated as they were, analyzing everything, overthinking all day and night, never quite able to simply let go; not Merida, never Merida. Elsa liked that, almost loved that, but she'd never dare voice that thought.

When she pressed her lips to Merida's, all she could think about was how that somehow still was the easiest thing to do in her world that had turned chaotic the moment Hiccup informed her of her parents' death, and not long after thinking that, she wasn't thinking anymore, not at all. In a new life so full of complications and strange situations Elsa hadn't even started to comprehend, Merida was the one anchor she had left, the only person who remained unchanged and so familiar. Elsa knew her scent by heart (pine forests, mixed with blood on bad days); she knew how her lips tasted (apples, and something sweet Elsa couldn't place,even if it was intoxicating); she knew how her body felt against her own and how her touch could be nothing short of electrifying. And even if Merida wasn't made for relationships, even if she couldn't grasp the concept of commitment, Elsa would take what she could get; after all, she herself wasn't made to be loved either.

"So," Merida said softly, breaking their kiss to Elsa's disappointment, "are you still thinking?"

Elsa wasn't sure when and how her fingers had gotten all tangled up in the mane of red curls, but she wasn't about to remove them. "I suppose all I want to think about now is you."

There was a spark of mischievous delight in those fiery blue eyes as a smile started to form on Merida's face. "Pretty sure you now where my bedroom is."

"So how was Berlin? We didn't talk ever since you left for Germany." Elsa found her sweater and slipped back into it, awaiting an answer.

Merida's face lit up ever so slightly. "Learnt a bunch of curse words, and goddamn, the Germans know how to make pastries." Her smile faded. "But all things considered, it didn't get me anywhere."

Elsa nodded, finding her remaining clothes to put back on. It had been five weeks since Rapunzel and her mother had gone missing, and Merida had made it her personal mission to find her friend. Elsa didn't know Rapunzel well; the woman had always reminded her of Anna, with her endless positivity and sunny attitude to life. The memory hurt, and, Elsa knew, if Rapunzel was indeed so much like her younger sister, she needed to be protected the same way; keeping her at a distance had seemed to be the best way of ensuring her safety.

"No leads at all?" Rapunzel was German and hailed from Berlin, she knew that much, adopted by a Norwegian woman whose dark looks formed such a sharp contrast to the sunshine girl that Elsa couldn't help but have noticed. Merida had gotten it into her head that she may have gone back to her roots in secret.

Merida shook her head, causing a few snowflakes to fall out of her hair, and put her own shirt back on; the demon bear on it shot Elsa a fiery glare. "Not really. I found a Rapunzel Corona in an old missing persons archive, but no Rapunzel Gothel to be found. Besides, Corona has been missing for years. Our Rapunzel hasn't even been gone for two months."

Elsa frowned at that. She felt Merida may have missed a clue; the woman was a killer, after all, and the gathering of information wasn't what she tended to busy herself with. If Elsa had taken the time to get to know the Gothel girl better before she'd disappeared without a trace, she may have been able to put two and two together. Now, she couldn't tell. She had to remind herself that this case was no Company assignment, which meant that she needn't concern herself about it, especially not while she herself was busy with an investigation of her own.

"I wanted to look into Rapunzel Corona anyway," Merida continued, letting herself fall back onto her bed. "But then some stuff… came up. And now I'll have to put it on hold for a bit with that special assignment we got. By the way, have you seen my socks?"

"No, I haven't seen your socks. What's the special assignment about? I need to combine it with a private investigation."

Merida patted around on her covers, feeling around for her socks. "What investigation?"

"My parents had an accident, or so I've been told. I want to look further into it. Special assignment or not, it's my first priority."

"Condolences," Merida mumbled, her mind wandering back to her missing socks. "Where the fuck did those things go-"

"Merida.The assignment."

A special assignment differed from a regular Company assignment in many ways. For a normal assignment, Elsa would be able to find one on the Company's Darknet website; she'd select one of the many open requests for Company assistence, and she'd pick whichever job she liked the sound of, get it done and take the money. A special assignment was a different story. It was a special request for specific Company employees to get the job done, an important task too big and dangerous to allow any random agent with a laptop and a large paycheck in mind to accept it.

A special request was often delivered on paper instead of online, and the requesting party went shrouded in anonimity, though the knowledge the special requesters had of Company personell said enough: they were powerful enough to know who worked for one of the most secretive organizations in the world. A special assignment meant 'government', 'corporation', 'police' or 'organized crime'. And whoever had issued this special assignment, had asked for Elsa and Merida both.

"I swear, they were here somewhere-"

"Would you stop looking for your fucking socks and listen to me?" Elsa snapped, forgetting her vow to be a little kinder to Merida that afternoon. Why, for the love of god, did the redhead still manage to dig a hole under the already impossibly low bar Elsa had set for her?

Merida stopped her searching, laying down on her side. "Sorry, sorry, fucking hell, I really am. Assignment. That's what you came here for."

Elsa remained silent, allowing Merida a few seconds to regain her train of racing thoughts.

"The assignment," she started slowly, "was left by someone anonymous, of course. And we won't even need to go out of town for it at first, according to Hiccup, so you'll have time for your own investigation. Wait, how are you going to investigate that crash anyway?"

Elsa sighed. "Mer. Focus."

"Shit, sorry. Okay. The thing is, there's been instances of theft the last few weeks. Or months, I don't recall. Building materials, but the more high-tech work too. What do you think that means?"

Elsa hesitated, but not for long. "I'd say someone's building a machine."

Merida nodded, flashing a big grin. "That's exactly what this anonymous fucker thinks too."

"My guess is, they want us to figure out who's building that machine and why. They want to know what it could be used for, and maybe they want us to take out those guys building it."

"And that's right again. Smart and beautiful, does it get any better?"

That's what you tell every girl you sleep with."Merida…"

"Don't say it, I know. Stick to talking about the assignment, don't get distracted, don't look for… where are my socks?"

Elsa sighed and stood up. "I'm fucking leaving."

"No, wait!" Merida jumped out of bed, touching Elsa's shoulder for a brief second as if it would make her stay before, and raced to her desk. Not that someone as disorganized as Merida needed a desk; it had a place in the redhead's bedroom for the aesthetic, Elsa suspected, and for the most part it only served a purpose as a dumping place for knick-knacks and miscellaneous papers.

Elsa watched as Merida opened a drawer filled to the brim with a sea of used yellow post-it notes she hadn't thrown away yet. The redhead took a random one, found a pen in some dark corner, crossed out the 'R.G. 02:30 PM' that had been written on it, and began scribbling at a high pace.

"Here," she said when she was done, handing Elsa the old post-it as she made her way back to her bed and sat down again. "A time and a place, sort of. The assignment said there's reason to think a new theft might take place at the Port next Wednesday."

Elsa glanced at the paper, which indeed contained an adress, a time, and other additional information she might have needed. "Got it. Wednesday."

Merida winked, absent-mindedly patting her covers down again. "It's a date, m'lady."

Elsa pulled a few bedsheets away, found a single dark green sock, and threw it at her colleague's face. "Your sock. Now I'm really leaving." She assumed the amount of teasing she would receive from her sister would be determined by the length of her visit. No teasing at all would be her preferred outcome, but, she supposed, certain aspects of life simply couldn't be avoided, not if Anna Arens had a say in it.

She turned around, headed for the door, only to stop dead in her tracks when Merida called a question after her: "Elsa, what's a catalyst?"

Elsa raised an eyebrow and turned back to the redhead sitting cross-legged on her own bed. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You're smart, like I said. I'm sure you know what a catalyst is."

Elsa sighed, digging around in her mind for the information she sought. How could she explain it? A part of her considered giving Merida a bogus answer; random questions asked for random answers. On the other hand, it didn't sound like Merida was messing with her. The question sounded genuine, honest, as if she were actually interested in the answer. Merida Dunbroch wasn't one for lies.

"Catalysis is the process," Elsa explained, "of speeding up or slowing down a chemical reaction, which can only be achieved through the use of something with the ability to speed up or slow down said reaction. That something would be a catalyst."

Merida nodded, a serious expression on her face. "Okay. Thanks."

"Why do you even want to know that?"

Merida Dunbroch was many things, but not a liar; she had a habit of being a little too honest and quite vocal about her opinions, positive or negative. Elsa did not, however, miss the flash of unease crossing her face, the slight hesitation to answer. She'd been trained to spot liars, to sort the truth out of the lies, and Merida was definitely not being truthful. Elsa didn't fail to notice how she actually sat still for once, stiffer than normal, or how her accent seemed to grow a little thicker with every word, or the way her eyes turned in every direction if it meant avoiding Elsa's gaze.

"I saw it in a documentary."

All of that, and the fact that Merida barely watched TV, let alone documentaries on chemistry. But why would she lie?

"You don't watch documentaries."

"I lost my remote," Merida grumbled, "couldn't switch channels."

"Right," Elsa said, turning around, her hand finding the doorknob. "Good luck."

"Good luck with what?"

"Finding your remote."

She left Merida's bedroom, leaving the woman alone to continue on her quest for the missing sock. As Elsa descended down the stairs, she couldn't help but wonder where the hell that question came from. Catalysis? She knew Merida quite well; the redhead's mind was prone to racing from point A to point K in a conversation, only to backtrack and touch upon points G and C too, despite the fact that the conversation initially had to go to, well, point B.

But catalysis? It was random, even for Merida. Elsa muttered a curse to herself; now she had to add Merida's sanity to her growing list of things to worry about. Goddamn it. Moments like these made her wonder if her own standards were that low. Being friends with a charming Scottish murderer was one thing, but sleeping with said murderer was questionable at best, even if she was damned attractive and, considering her circumstances, nicer than she should've been.

And yet, Elsa thought as she found herself outside again, she's still a fucking idiot. Not for the first time, she realized it would be better to stay away from Merida Dunbroch, though another part of her shunned that notion; if she were to ever cut off all ties with the woman, she'd lose both a problem and solution. It wouldn't make her happier, in the end.

That Merida had a habit of sleeping around, Elsa could accept, seeing as they weren't dating, but the pretending to care? And now the lying? Merida had a good side, of course she had, a side Elsa wanted to keep close to her, but she had a darker side too; that darker side pulled triggers, ended lives, set impulsive behaviour in motion that could do more harm than good. It was the dark side that lured people in, the mysterious charm of a secretive stranger with a pretty damn sexy accent, and it was the good side that kept them trapped, even if they knew better than to stay. But in the end, or so Elsa tried to convince herself, Merida Dunbroch was simply a goddamned fucking idiot.

Then why, said a voice in her head, are you still falling for her?

She wiped the frost from her hands and started on her way home.

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