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bakerstreethound · 3 months

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A Single Touch

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, hints of soft (sub) husband Sherlock/dom Sherlock, gentle teasing, mentions of marking, tenderness, and feelings

Summary: A peaceful afternoon in 221B takes a turn when you become insistent on needing Sherlock's attention and he indulges.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I hope you are all well. I hope you enjoy this little treat for I adore Sherlock so and he deserves the love and attention even when he can be annoying. Special thank you to @strangelockd for beta reading and loving this story from its conception. She is now the official aunt of this fanfic. As always, comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

You smile to yourself as you look around 221B, enjoying the rare peaceful afternoon on the couch, your favorite book discarded on the coffee table. Sherlock’s features are calm and relaxed and you grin despite yourself, knowing how much he hated to admit he liked this…whatever this supposed routine had become.

Your fingers ruffled gently through his curls, his breath coming steady, occasionally shuddering when you tugged harder on them to tease him. You gaze upon him fondly, watching his cheek quiver, lips pursing while he flips a page of his novel.

So that’s how it was going to be, then. You smile to yourself, for you do so love a challenge.

Carefully you tug his curls once more, earning a raised brow in return, until you reach for the book, pulling it from his grasp, not before inserting the bookmark into place; you don't have the heart to dog ear the page like a heathen.

“I was reading that,” he huffs, feigning annoyance, yet his eyes shimmer in mischief and mirth.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Surely you can think of something.”

He shifts, sitting upright on the couch, watching you intently, dark fierceness flashing for a moment in his eyes. “I’ve considered no less than five options.”

You smirk at his practicality and calculating mind, and shake your head in amusement, before you climb over onto his lap, swinging a leg over to straddle a thigh. Ever so slowly, you lean into him, pressing your lips to his forehead, relishing in the faint sigh he releases.

His grip on your waist tightens as you settle yourself fully, tracing a thumb along his lower lip. You relish in the widening of his eyes, the faint twitch of his cheek, mind, and body fighting to take over whatever impulses have him in a frenzy.

You adore the push and pull and could fall into it for eons. With him, every touch, every instinct of yours screams yes for it all is right, almost too good to be true.

“Damn you.”

“Whatever for, dear boy?” You murmur not a care in the world, nuzzling his neck before grazing your tongue over a sensitive spot, relishing in the way his shoulders tense as he fights off a shiver.

He says nothing else as you continue on your merry way, smirking to yourself at his reactions, the way he gripes your waist tighter, fighting off the anticipation of your lips latching on to his neck for what feels like the hundredth time.

Even if it is the hundredth time, he wouldn’t tire of it for a moment, for it is you, and that’s all he wants.

You in every moment.

It’s what you want as well, want to show him how much you love and adore him, how you can never get enough of him. How you deserved him you wouldn't know for he is everything to you and more.

You press another kiss to his waiting lips which accept you eagerly, your hands running down his torso, and you sigh.

How was this your husband?

He softly pressed a kiss to your lips and you gracefully fell into the feel of him, wanting to adore him. Your heart ached in kind, a mixture of melancholy and longing, desperation and want. It is your form of love, all because of him.

Through the years you count him as one of your greatest blessings, but the words catch in your throat when you try to speak them aloud.

You hope he knows, surely, he does for he’s the only one who braved your tumultuous shores, the depths of your heart, and still he stayed.

He stayed unwavering and you as well through it all. Thoughts of these flood his mind, for he’s all too enraptured with your form, the way you melt into him, the way his nails dig deep into your waist. He jolts slightly at the praises that pull from your lips, a slight blush creeping along his cheeks at your words.

“You don’t….that’s not…” he struggles to voice and you offer him a smile, kissing him once more, whispering your pleas in tandem.

“Let me help you…” you sigh into him, tugging his lower lip, earning a low groan before shifting on his lap, his hands reading to your back, gripping you impossibly tighter.

“Then I should help you, darling.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing tone sending shivers down your spine in a delightful manner and you welcome it. You both require a reprieve and it starts with a single touch.

One of love.

One of need.

One of desire.

One of desperation.

That’s how you find yourself an hour later on your shared bed, engulfed by sheets and the delicious heat of his lips on your own, tongue trailing along your body, his deep sonorous baritone edging you on.

“I said every inch, my dear,” his voice rumbles from his throat igniting your body from the inside out, “Isn’t that right?” Your shirt slides higher up your body as inch by inch your upper body is revealed to him and Sherlock smirks, delighting in the situation.

You roll your eyes, shuddering as his hands grip you tighter, before pulling the rest of your shirt off, promptly discarding it on the floor, not a care in the world. His gaze bores into your back and you fight off a shiver to no avail.

You can feel his smirk searing to your back before he presses the gentlest kisses along your spine and you melt in kind before he sucks a mark, making you squirm.

“Not…fair…”

“Nothing about you is fair,” he growls.

You groan in kind, letting him do as he pleases, pulling you impossibly closer to him, heat radiating between you, sending you aflame. It was only a shift of the hand, a brush against his wrist, and the tension filled him to the brim like lightning before it struck.

You shudder when his finger brushes back along your body, melting, completely undone by him and his embrace. He traces the marks he made along your spine, and you bite back another whimper, causing him to whisper in your ear.

“I want to hear you make those pretty noises for me, alright?”

You swallow, knowing he’s not asking and when he kisses you heatedly, you let yourself fall into the abyss and infinite as you’re made one, relishing in the warmth, and eternal bliss you fall into every time you’re here safe in his arms.

All it takes is a single burning, aching touch.

And you fall together.

Down in the abyss where love and pleasure combine, something else you can’t quite fathom or remember, but it’s enough. All you could ever want and more; the gasped pleas from parted lips, hand entangled in those sinful curls, your bodies forever intertwined.

******

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foundfamilywhump · 6 months

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serious word of warning about a server that's been making the rounds

i've debated about making this post a lot, for a lot of reasons. i'm concerned about making it as a trans person and as a relatively new blog, though i've been involved in the whump community for years. i hope you'll hear me out and i'm not looking forward to whatever backlash may come my way, should anyone actually pay attention to this at all.

the short version is: the whump discord server 'whump lovers collaborate' (@/whumplovers-collaborate) is unsafe and hostile to trans people and the server owner will not take action to shut down transphobia, nor will she allow her mod team to do so. i am certain this would apply to other bigotries as well. i know this because i am trans, and when i called out some disgustingly transphobic commentary being made by a member of the server i was blamed for causing drama, essentially, and there was a rule added to the server not to talk about 'controversial topics' or get into arguments, and that was all that was done.

the much longer version is under the cut. i just can't sit on this anymore after seeing that the server got advertised in the whumptober server (to no fault of the whumptober mods who didn't know about any of this, they're fine) and also seeing hundreds of notes on posts broadcasting it. this server is unsafe for trans people and the server owner is actively enabling bigots. given the whump community has a bit of a transphobia problem in some places, i wanted to make sure no trans person or ally was unwittingly walking into that without warning. i'd appreciate it if you would spread the word as well, to keep trans community members and allies safe.

so, here's what happened:

i was in the whump lovers collaborate server for a while earlier this year. in february, a member of the server started spouting off some extremely transphobic rhetoric, including talking about inherent biological differences between men and women, that women are inherently and unchangeably weaker than men, that men have a 'biological instinct' to protect women, and other things. (there was also some bizarre commentary about how abuse or assault committed against men was inherently less upsetting, and often funny to witness because of this).

seeing this and being unwilling, as both a trans person and someone who believes it is important to not let bigotry go unchallenged, i stepped in and called out these statements for being both factually untrue and steeped in both misogyny and transphobia. this person and i went around and around in circles as he asked 'genuine questions' which were just thinly veiled excuses to continue needling me on the subject. eventually, i shut it down by saying that this was not the appropriate venue for a transphobic cis person to get educated about the nuance of the trans experience and trans issues, but what he was saying was transphobic and he needed to stop now that he'd been told that.

throughout this interaction, mods were emoji-reacting and responding to other things. at no point did any mod step in to help me or shut down the transphobia or at all intervene in what was happening. after i shut things down for good, one of the mods said 'thanks for keeping everything respectful' which was a truly laughable thing to have said in that situation.

after this, the server owner made an announcement that said, among a few other things about Not Fighting: "Friendly reminder that we are all here because of what we have in common, our love of writing We are not here to debate controversial issues Or say harmful opinions If you cannot hold a conversation without being civil and without escalating conflict, back away from the channel, and cool down All involved in a conflict are responsible for turning a chill space sour No matter how right you think you are (I’m not saying no mention of controversial things is allowed per se, I’m saying be civil, if that means avoiding controversial topics, avoid away)"

this is not an appropriate response to one person espousing blatant transphobia (among other disgusting views) and being called on it. a rule was added that if a mod or the server owner asked you to change the subject from a topic, you had to do so immediately and there should be no more discussion of it 'by any of the participants'. no rule was present to begin with making clear that bigotry was not tolerated, nor was one added.

subsequently, the server owner made it clear she had no interest in protecting marginalized community members, and that she blamed me for what happened because i refused to allow rampant transphobia to proceed unchecked.

when either asked by other server members about what happened or when asking server members who left why they left (which is a weird thing to do on its own) the server owner responded by essentially throwing a fit and asking what she was supposed to do? kick the transphobe out? she whined about how the person saying something should be done about the transphobe was assuming that she hadn't already done anything.

(she also said that she hadn't done anything. the person was not warned, muted, banned, there were no consequences. but she whined about the assumption that she hadn't done anything about it.)

she also said that it wasn't just the transphobe's fault. "[transphobe] was not the only one at fault there in that others contributed to the conflict by engaging them, drawing out more of their unpleasant opinions. If I punished [problem person] alone, the others might think that they were in the right" that is a direct quote from the server owner. i was clearly the person she was speaking about, and she refused to enforce consequences on the transphobe because that might lead to me thinking that it was okay to call out transphobia and protect myself and other trans people in that space.

when i spoke to a few of the other mods about what happened, the response was disappointing, to put it mildly. the mod team had apparently tried to argue with her and get her to enforce a no bigotry policy but she was afraid of causing arguments and didn't want to deal with conflict, and so refused to do so. this is not acceptable behaviour for someone who is in charge of such a large space. you cannot be this conflict-averse and also run a server of hundreds of people, especially if the outcome is protecting bigots.

the mods i spoke to also got defensive and upset when i pointed out that by not expressing disagreement with the owner's actions and by throwing up their hands and saying 'oh well, nothing we can do!' they were also tacitly endorsing transphobia and a community that protects transphobes at the expense of trans people. they were unwilling to do anything in the moment, and failed to do anything after the fact either.

i have screenshots and proof of all of these events, but i didn't add them here bc i didn't want to make this even longer. please feel free to contact me directly if you would like any further information or to see proof of what i have mentioned here.

in short:

please do not join this server. you will not be protected there, as the server owner cares more about making it as big and as popular as possible than she does about keeping her server bigot-free. please do not promote this server or allow this server to be promoted in your own spaces either. please do your part to keep trans people in the whump community safe.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #idk what else to tag this with ugh #long post

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fortheloveofhylia · 10 days

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@savimatteo2810 I love love loved turning this headcanon into a mini fic. It ended up being a bit longer than I thought so sorry about that. Or not.

Hope you enjoy.

More Than a Brother

Wars had been a little offended when Malon didn't ask him to join the rest of the muscle with help on the ranch. He knew he wasn't the strongest hero and he wasn't ashamed of that. Still, he couldn't help that her words stung him a little. The only benefit of being side lined was that Wind had ended up with him. With nothing to do on the ranch Wars and Wind had offered to run errands for Malon in town and make their usual enquiries about monster sightings in the area.

They had been in Time's era less than a day but Wars was keen to keep his head focused on their mission. As tempting as it was to relax in a warm and welcoming place like Lon Lon Ranch, he was keenly aware that they couldn't let their guard down completely. Shadow was still out there somewhere, as were his black blooded monsters. Plus, they were still no closer to figuring out what was causing the infected monsters to begin with. Wars itched to do something and if he couldn't make himself useful on the ranch, he would gladly walk to town to do some recon.

As he and the Sailor left the ranch and joined the road headed for town, Wars realised the two of them hadn't spent much time alone together. He felt guilty that his attention was so often drawn away from his brothers, either by planning, scouting or just sleep and recovery. During the war he and Wind had been fairly close. Of course Mask, aka a younger Time, had also been around, usually causing trouble and generally being a little shit. But Wind had been a little older than Mask and he and Wars used to talk a lot. He missed those quiet evenings when Wind would tell him about his travels and exploring the great sea. Wars had marvelled at the idea of Hyrule being utterly submerged beneath crashing waves. Wind had marvelled at the idea of horses.

"So where do you wanna go first when we get to town?" Wind asked, pulling Wars out of his memories.

"Hmm?" He mumbled.

"I said, where do you want to go when we get to town? I've been saving up some rupies and I thought about going on a lil shopping spree. Fancy spending some of that soldiers wage you're hoarding?!" Wind gave Wars an elbow to the ribs and Wars rubbed at it with a smirk.

"I'm not hoarding it, I'm saving it." He insisted. "And I'm sure you're the only one who believes I have any rupies to my name anyhow!"

"Well that doesn't matter, what are you saving it for anyway?" Wind probed.

"Retirement," Wars sighed.

"Re-what?!" Wind scoffed, almost halting in his tracks as he tried to comprehend the older hero.

"Retirement Sailor. You know, that thing that happens to people when they finish working."

"Yeah, but you're not that old yet. I mean, you are old but you're not THAT old. Not like Time."

"Hey, I'm not old!" Wars retorted.

"Eh, you're old to me," Wind shrugged.

"Thanks, that's good to know," Wars chuckled.

Wind seemed to forget his pervious question and they continued walking in silence for a while. Eventually the light began to fade and darkness swallowed up the road ahead.

"S'pose we should find somewhere to make camp," Wind observed, already looking for a good spot beside the road.

"Time says there's a rise a little way off protected by some trees. It should only be a little further, then we can get some sleep."

"Okay good," Wind yawned. "I hate walking."

"I know you do champ."

Just as Time had said, Wars spotted the hill and the ring of trees just up ahead on their right. The pair stepped off the road and climbed the short rise to the top. Wars' eyes swept the perimeter instinctively looking for danger. The hill was a good vantage point. If Time hadn't suggested it, Wars would probably have picked it out as a good camp site anyway.

"Where do you wanna sleep Wind?" Wars asked, already pulling out his own bed roll and a flint and steel.

"Here looks flat enough," Wind announced, laying out his bed roll on a soft patch of grass beneath two trees. "I'll gather up some firewood. Did you bring food? Or do I have to eat your cooking?"

"I swiped some pastries from Malon's pantry before we left. But I resent your attitude towards my cooking!" Wars retorted, pointing his striking steel in Wind's face.

"What?! Everything you cook is lumpy and too salty, everyone says so," Wind shrugged, already turning to go look for sticks.

"What do you mean everyone?" Wars asked to Wind's back, but the kid had already walked away.

Wars sighed and shook his head. Trying to remind himself that he had wanted Wind to come with him on their little outing. When Wind returned with a hefty armful of decent looking wood, Wars set about lighting some kindling and building up their campfire. He pulled his bedroll closer to the steadily building flames and sat on it cross legged. Wind did the same, almost mirroring Wars' movements. Wars pulled his bag into his lap and pulled out the pastries wrapped in paper, handing one over to Wind.

"Thanks," Wind said, as he took the parcel eagerly and started to unwrap it.

"Thank Malon when we get back," said Wars, before he took a bite of his own supper. "Actually, probably best she doesn't know these are missing. I don't think she likes me much already."

"That's not true," Wind protested, lowering his pastry for a moment. He frowned at Wars which made him hesitate.

"Come on, I'm definitely her least favourite of Time's boys. I'm no help around the ranch and as you so kindly put it before, I can't cook. At best I'm a guest who has to be accommodated for, at worst, I'm a burden to her."

"I don't see you that way," Wind mumbled, almost too low for Wars to hear.

"What d'you say?" He asked.

"I said I'm sure she doesn't see you that way." Wind said a little louder. "She likes all of us, doesn't matter if we're useful on the ranch. Besides, I don't think Miss Malon is capable of being mean like that."

"No, I don't think that woman has a bad bone in her body. I wouldn't like to arm wrestle her, but she's certainly got a good heart." Wars said wistfully, gazing into the crackling flames of the fire.

"She'd make a good Ma," Wind sighed, raising his pastry to his lips again.

"I'm sure she would. And though I think the prospect would terrify him, I think Time will make an excellent father some day." Wars took another bite with a smile tugging at his lips.

"Could have fooled me back when we first met him. I thought I was a menace!" Wind huffed and Wars let out a cackle of laughter.

"You were both terrors, but Time certainly turned terroizing me into his own personal hobby," Wars chuckled as he spoke.

"Used to think you'd clap him round the ears if he ever stood still long enough," Wind remarked, licking crumbs off his fingers.

"Believe me I tried, but I don't think I was the right man to try and discipline that wild child," Wars shook his head.

They fell into silence as Wars finished his supper and Wind threw his scrunched up ball of paper into the fire. Wars did the same and added a few larger sticks onto the flames. A few sparks drifted into the sky and he watched them rise high towards the stars.

"Get some sleep Sailor. I'll take first watch," Wars insisted, nodding to his younger brother.

"You sure we need it?" Wind raised an eyebrow. "Malon says there haven't been monsters sighted in these parts for weeks now."

"I know, but that can always change. Besides, it's not just monsters we keep watch for after all. There's regular old bandits, wolves and of course the Bogey Man!" Wars flashed Wind a toothy smile and waggled his eyebrows.

Wind couldn't help laughing at the usually so serious Captain. He'd never made such a claim before.

"The Bogey Man?!" Wind raised his eyebrows, staring at Wars in disbelief. "Come on Cap, how old do you think I am?"

"Twelve?" Wars tried to remember the last time they had discussed ages with each other.

"Thirteen," Wind huffed, crossing his arms with a pout. "And I'm almost fourteen."

"Right, of course," Wars nodded.

"And as we've established, you're old. But if you want to sit up for half the night I'm not gonna stop you. I'm bloody beat!" Wind exclaimed with a teasing note in his voice.

"Language Sailor!" Wars chided him.

Wind wafted his hand in the Captain's direction and began to make himself comfortable on his bedroll. He yanked a blanket over himself and pulled it all the way up to his chin. Wars smiled. Wind did the same thing every night he went to sleep.

"G'night," Wind mumbled, his voice now muffled by the blanket.

"Good night Link."

***

A few hours passed in silence as the night dragged on. Wars sat with his back to the warmth of the fire, staring out into the night and it's potential dangers. Every now and then he wood look behind him at Wind. The boy looked even younger when he was asleep. The usual fire and grit of his personality washed away by peace and comfort. His face looked calm and his brow was smooth. Wars felt himself smiling at their youngest brother sleeping so deeply.

Wars yawned despite himself and quickly gave himself a shake. He drank some water and tried to sit up straighter. Years of training had made it easier to go longer and longer periods without sleep. Besides, if something happened to Wind because he fell asleep on watch, Wars would never be able to forgive himself. He tried not to look at Wind again and kept his wide eyes scanning around them for any sign of danger.

However, a short while later, his attention was drawn back to Wind. A sound like a small whimpering animal caught Wars' attention first. He looked down to see the peaceful expression on the boys face had been shattered. His face was screwed up in what looked like pain. Fear tugged at Wars' heart as he quickly checked to see what could be wrong. There were no immediate signs of injury and Wind hadn't accidentally rolled too close to the fire. His mind relaxed a little as he realised Wind was probably just having a bad dream.

Though Wars and all the heroes knew from personal experience, just how bad their nightmares could be. With a sigh, Wars got to his knees and scooted over to kneel beside Wind's head. He placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and gave him an experimental shake.

"Wind?" He asked softly. He didn't want to wake him too quickly and disorientate the poor boy.

Wind didn't stir, but he let out a soft moan and scrunched up his eyes.

"Hey, Sailor," Wars tried again. "Wind, you're dreaming. You might want to wake up."

Wars gave Wind another shake, firmer this time, concerned about what might be going through Wind's head right now.

"No... don't wanna... Mustn't... Stop!" Wind uttered in barely coherent syllables.

"Come on Wind wake up!" Wars said loudly and shook both of Wind's shoulders for good measure.

At last the boys eyes flashed open. He sat up with a start and Wars did his best not to crowd him in case he panicked. Wind stared around himself, clearly confused and definitely afraid of something. Wars could hear his breathing coming out in rapid little rasps.

"Wind," He said, lowering his voice to a soft whisper. "Wind it's okay."

Wind whipped his head around and Wars could see tears streaking down the boy's face.

"Wind, Link, you're okay. You were having a bad dream. You're okay. You're safe."

Wars did everything he could to reassure Wind he was alright. He knew that many of the boys, including himself, didn't like to be touched too quickly after waking from a nightmare. It made him feel trapped, as though hands with evil intent held him down. So he waited until Wind seemed lucid enough before laying a hand on his back. Wind flinched, but he didn't move away either which was a good sigh. Wars tried again and this time Wind leant into his hand.

"There you go," Wars cooed. "You're alright. That sounded like one nasty dream."

Was began rubbing circles into Wind's back as he continued to speak. Wind nodded feebly.

"Nightmare," he squeaked, the sound tugging at Wars' heart. "Ganon and Aryl and Grandma... Mmm, don't remember much else."

"Well that's good. I'm sure you'll forget the rest too," Wars remarked, trying to find a positive.

Wind nodded and then flopped against Wars' body. He almost knocked them both to the ground but Wars caught him in his arms and braced himself just in time.

"You okay kiddo?" Wars asked with a frown Wind couldn't see.

"M'okay," Wind mumbled into Wars' chest.

He could feel tears soaking into the front of his tunic, but he hugged Wind closer to himself regardless. Wars couldn't count the number of times he'd woken up shouting and screaming only to fall into Time or Sky's arms. Their warm embrace chasing away the specters of his own nightmares. Somehow when the roles were reversed it was a little different.

Wars had always been a very closed off person. He had to be out of necessity. The army was no laughing matter. And after all, emotion had started the war of ages in the first place. He'd had to grow up and get smart quick, quicker than most young solders his age. Responsibility had been thrust upon him leaving no room for his heart. A cool head was all that was required for a hero in his time, he knew that, and Wars had done his very best. But all of that was behind him now. Yet he still struggled to show his emotions. The walls he had spent years building would probably take years to take down again. His brothers had begun to do some of that work. Assuring him at every possibility that not everything was down to him. The burden of this new threat was shared among them equally and everyone had their own baggage to carry.

The small body currently curled against his own tugged at that vulnerable side of him. The side he had done his best to bury deep deep down. But against his better judgement he had decided to let these boys in. Let them into his heart. Wind had earned a place there long ago, as had Time, little terror that he was. But Wind was still young. Too young by all accounts.

Wars found his thoughts drifting to Time and how he had essentially adopted the other younger heros. He really would make a great father some day. What about himself? Wars had never given it a moments thought before, but now he considered the prospect. Would he make a good father if it ever happened. Of course he'd actually have to retire and settle down and of course find a wife who'd put up with him.

Wind stirred in his embrace. Wars glanced down and found that while he'd been thinking to himself the kid had gone back to sleep.

As gently as he could, Wars laid Wind back down on his bed roll and tucked his blanket in around his body. With a sigh Wars scooted away a little and returned to his watch duty. Not before he considered his question one more time. Would he be a good dad?

***

Just after midnight Wars woke Wind for his watch and the bleery eyed teen begrudgingly unfurled himself from his blankets and went to sit by the fire for his stint. Wars knew he shouldn't feel guilty about making Wind do his shift. But he couldn't help it. Even though Wind was constantly insisting he pull his own weight with the group and be treated just like the other heroes, he was still a child. Though Wars knew Wind would have some very choice words for him if he ever called him a child to his face.

Wars slept fitfully until the sun began to creep over the horizon. He awoke to the feeling of weak sunlight on his eyelids. He'd always been an early riser, usually up before everyone else to chat with whoever had been on last watch. Wind gave him a nod as he sat up and rubbed his palms into his sleep caked eyes. Wars guessed he must have shed a few tears while he was dreaming, given the damp patch on his scarf. Either that or he had slept with his mouth open and dribbled down his chin. If that was the case he hoped Wind hadn't been looking at him at the time.

They broke camp at a leasurely pace, hoping to get a late breakfast in town once the bakery opened. There was a chill in the air despite the warm summer they were experiencing. Wars noticed Wind with his arms crossed, rubbing his upper arms to keep them warm.

"You cold?" Wars asked plainly.

"I'm alright, it'll warm up soon enough," Wind shrugged, but he kept on rubbing his arms.

With a sigh Wars pulled the scarf from around his neck and draped it over Wind instead. Wind stiffened and glared up at the Captain.

"I said I'm alright, you don't have to give me this!" He protested. Even though he pulled it around himself unconsciously.

"I know, but I don't want you to catch a chill. Looking after a hero with a cold or the flu is a pain in the ass!" Wars remarked.

It was a pretty lame excuse. They'd all been sick at some point on their journey, and none of them had ever made the sufferer feel guilty about their weakened state. But Wars couldn't admit that he hated to see any of them suffer, especially Wind. Although the young hero was surprisingly sturdy, Wars just couldn't escape the fact that he was still a teenager. A young one at that.

They continued to walk in silence for a long time while the sun gradually crept higher into the sky. Eventually Wind was warm enough to offer the scarf back to Wars, but before he could open his mouth to speak however, they heard a shrill scream rent the still morning air.

"Where did that come from?" Wind asked, wide eyed as he stared around the empty road.

"Somewhere to the west," Wars replied, ears and eyes alert.

Though he had already been watching out for danger, the scream had caught him a little off guard. He tried to pin point where it had come from but he couldn't hear much else. The birds had fallen silent which wasn't a good sign. Another scream. This time higher and sounding more strangled than the first. Wars and Wind's heads both whipped around in the same direction and they sprinted off towards the source of the sound.

It only took them a few minutes to run through the small coppice of trees and discover the source of the commotion. Some travellers crossing Hyrule Field were being mobbed by large flock of keese, two of which were on fire. The two people running across the grass waved their arms over their heads, swatting at the large bat-like creatures. Wars pulled out his fire-rod, knowing it wouldn't hurt the fire-keese much but that it would hopefully drop some of the others.

Wind held out his batton before him and began uttering a familiar song under his breath. Wars braced himself for the gust of wind he knew would surely come next.

"Get down!" He yelled at the poor travellers.

Mercifully they saw the two young men approaching and did as instructed. They both dropped to the ground, hands held protectively over their heads. Wars swung his rod in a wide ark towards the keese, sending out a spurt of bright flame. Wind's gust whipped up at the same moment and carried Wars' flame higher. A second later the flaming torrent collided with the flock and sent most of them spiralling out of the sky, only to poof out of existence in a flash of purple dust.

"Not infected!" Wind called to Wars, who had pulled out his sword to deal with the two flaming keese.

Wars swung high but the keese dodged easily out of his way.

"Damn it!" Wars swore under his breath as he missed again.

To his left he caught a glimpse of Wind with his hand in his bag, clearly searching for a different weapon. He was surprised when the kid pulled out his boomerang. Wars chuckled to himself. Of course ranged weapons would work better on these annoying creatures. But he wasn't the best shot in the world.

Wind raised his arm and threw his boomerang as hard as he could. It spun through the air in a swift ark towards his target, colluding with one of the two keese. Wind jumped into the air and caught the boomerang with practiced ease. He spun around to throw it a second time, once again hitting his mark. Warriors rushed forwards to make sure the two beasts were dead, plunging his sword into one when he found it twitching in the grass

Momentarily distracted by the puffs of purple smoke, Wars failed to keep an eye over his shoulder. A lizalfos, one from Wild's era, snaked through the long grass towards his back. Wind's keen eyes noticed the disturbance in the grass however and managed to cry out before the lizard like creature could reach its target.

"Dad watch out!" He yelled, suddenly clapping a hand over his mouth as he realised what he'd said.

If Wars had noticed he didn't waste time thinking about it. He spun on the spot staying low and ready for attack. His vision focused in on the Lizalfos and he held his shield out ready. He'd faced plenty of Lizalfos but the ones from Wild's era could be particularly troublesome. Wars used his low position to dash forwards and jab upwards towards the creatures head. It jumped back in alarm, but Wars had expected that. He kept moving, trying to keep the monster within striking range. Wind wanted to rush in and help, but Lizalfos were so unpredictable he could end up endangering Wars or himself if he interfered.

Warriors and the Lizalfos danced around each other in the long grass. Both waiting for the other to drop their guard or make a mistake. Despite the infuriating way the creature moved Wars was patient and chose his moment carefully. In its frustration the Lizalfos stopped moving to roar at Wars. Instantly he lunged forwards, thrusting his sword up into the creatures head through its lower jaw. With a strangled hiss the Lizalfos stilled and slumped forwards. Wars had to stumble backwards to avoid being crushed beneath it, before the monster fizzled into smoke.

As Wars got his breath back and bent down to pick up his sword, he noticed the two travellers approaching. A pair of young women with heavy back-packs hanging from their shoulders walked towards him and Wars slapped on a friendly smile of greeting.

"Thank you so much!" One of the women exclaimed breathlessly. "If you and your son hadn't come along when you did, those creatures would have killed us for sure!"

"Or at the very least they would have stolen our harvest," said the other, indicating their bulging back-packs.

"And we had no idea that lizard was in the grass too!"

"Actually they're called Lizalfos, and they're not that dangerous. Just difficult to land a hit," Wind enlightened them as he walked over.

"Wait," Wars said with a blink, as he registered what had just been said. "Did you say son?"

"He must be tall for his age, but you look like you've trained your boy well Sir," one of the women remarked.

She paused as she hoisted her bag off her back and set it on the ground. Opening the flap Wars and Wind could see that it was full of corn cobs.

"We don't have much, but I'd like to offer you some of our harvest in return for saving our lives. Please take it with our thanks," she continued, pulling out an armful of corn and holding it out to the two boys.

"Thank you ma'am," said Wind eagerly. He stepped forwards and clumsily took the food.

Wars couldn't help but chuckle as the boy struggled to hold what appeared to be at least ten corn cobs almost as long as his forearms. Hopefully he'd earn some points with Malon for bringing back free food.

"Here," he said, pulling out his own bag. "You can put them in here Wind."

Wind obliged and the two women watched as the boys loaded up Warrior's bag.

"Aww, Wind. What a cute name." Observed one of the women, earning her a scowl from the boy in question. "Did your mama give you that name? Or was it your father here?"

"My...?" Wind began to ask as he looked up into Wars' face, which had turned bright read.

Wind wondered if it was from the sudden exertion, or something else.

"Thank you for the food and I hope you don't run into any more danger on your journey. We should be pressing on now," Wars declared, as he streightened up and turned so that Wind couldn't see his face.

"Thanks again," said the woman as she hoisted her bag back onto her back.

Wars and Wind stood for a moment watching the two women walk away towards the road. For a long time they stood in silence, neither able to look at the other. Wars was acutely aware of how warm and flushed his face was. Had Wind really said what he thought he had? He tried to think it over in his mind. There wasn't really anything else it could have been. Had he really called him, Dad?

"Wars?" Wind asked, a little timidly from behind him. "You okay? That Lizalfos didn't get you anywhere did it?"

Wars cleared his throat and pulled his smile back onto his face before turning to look at Wind.

"No, I'm alright. No injuries to report here. How about you?"

"I'm good. Should we get going?" Wind replied, jerking his thumb back towards the road.

"Yeah, sounds good to me."

Warriors shoulders relaxed a little as they strolled back across the grass towards the road. He kept trying to turn his attention back to their task, completing Malon's errends in town. But he kept getting distracted. They had once again turned onto the road and Wind was walking a little ahead of him. Wars' scarf fluttered behind him, almost touching the ground. He'd looped it around his neck a few times, but it was still far too long. Wars felt himself smiling absentmindedly, then shook himself.

What was happening to him. What was he doing?! Wars was used to looking out for and taking care of other people. If you didn't have other soldiers backs in a war why would you expect them to have yours. The same was true of the Chain. They all looked out for each other and they relied on each other to have their backs in times of crisis. They were all experienced heroes who had faced numerous foes and come out on top. Despite all of this knowledge however, Wars couldn't shake the feeling that he had to protect them. Or more specifically, he had to protect Wind.

He'd been Wars' charge before and he'd done his best to look after the boy during the war. Despite knowing Wind was a capable fighter and wiser beyond his years, Wars' heart bled every time he saw the boy take a hit, or nurse an injury. The longer their journey continued, the more the Sailor had wormed his way into the Captain's cold heart. It wasn't just that the boy was likable. It wasn't just that he was so much younger than all of them. It wasn't even that Wars thought he couldn't handle himself in a fight. He absolutely could. It was that, despite his best efforts, Warriors had grown to love the kid. And if Wind's reaction today was anything to go by, he might love Wars in return.

"Hey Sailor," Wars suddenly found himself calling to Wind, before he'd even figured out what he wanted to say.

"Yeah?" Wind replied brightly, turning to walk backwards while he talked.

Wars was afraid that Wind might step on the scarf and strangle himself to the ground with it. He pushed the thought aside and tried to focus on the one occupying his brain.

"Did you..." He hesitated. Wondering if he could let the subject slide. "Did you call me, Dad?"

Wind's eyes dropped to the ground and he turned around again, still walking a few steps ahead of Warriors.

"You heard that?" He replied sheepishly, crossing his arms as his shoulders tensed.

Wars couldn't see but from the sound of his voice he guessed Wind was pouting. He'd heard that voice and seen that face many times.

"I did, your shout almost definitely saved my life," Wars affirmed.

He reached out and gently gripped Wind's shoulder, drawing them level with each other. Walking side by side Wars tried to catch Wind's eye.

"Do you... Do you see me as a... As a father?" Wars asked tentatively.

His heart was thumping in his throat. As he waited for Wind to respond, Wars thought he might pass out from the sound of blood rushing through his ears.

"Well..." Wind began. "Not in a weird way. Like, I know you're not my Dad obviously. But, you know... You've always, always taken care of me and stuff and... The others are like brothers, they're loud and brash and they like to tease. But you're..." Wind tried to find the words to finish what he wanted to say. What he was feeling. "You're more... Yeah, I guess you're more like a father to me."

Wars let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. His heart beat returned to normal and he didn't feel quite as sick. As he relaxed a little a warm tingle washed over him. He feeling he had rarely experienced before. It made him fell light and safe. Wind, their little pirate, saw him, war torn and shell shocked Warriors, as a father figure. So much so that in the heat of battle he had called him Dad.

"What about Time?" Wars frowned, finally catching Wind's eye.

"Nah, Twilight and Wild might see him as some kind of parent, but they have a connection with each other. You and me know what that Sprite is really like!" Wind gave Wars a nudge to the ribs and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, I guess when you two met for the first time he was younger than you. That must seem so long ago for him." Wars observed, his face growing pensive.

"Yeah, not so long for us though," Wind nodded.

"Apparently not."

Their conversation dwindled and Wars tried to think of what to say next. Wind saved him however by adding,

"You don't have to say anything about it by the way. I think I just wanted you to know."

"Thank you Sailor. And, I'm honoured."

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devildomwriter · 1 year

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Reacting to Your First Sonogram | Mephistopheles x Reader

“Are you sure you don’t want the family physician,” Mephistopheles asked again as you entered the clinic lobby.

Mephistopheles loved and trusted you, but he was still making slow progress with other humans, especially “commoner” humans.

The clinic wasn’t exactly state of the art but it was well-reviewed and well-trusted, Mephistopheles made sure to confirm that information himself but when he saw two human children playing with blocks in the far corner of the room he became skeptical again.

“Yes, Mephisto, it’s fine. I’ll fill out the paperwork, why don’t you take a seat?”

He frowned but agreed and sat as far away from everyone as possible.

You joined him with a clipboard, he hovered over you as you filled it out curious about what it was asking.

“I wonder if any of my followers would be keen to know the going-ons of human world clinics?” He thought aloud.

A child turned to look at you but was too little to relay the information he was privy to, to their disinterested parent, so he turned back around and kept playing with the blocks.

You looked up at the security cameras and mumbled, “I hope those cameras don’t pick up any sound.”

“They wouldn’t take it seriously,” Mephistopheles defended and you shrugged and ignored the camera in favor of watching him squirm in the chair as he took note of everything.

His eyes wandered to the pregnancy chart on the wall and the random information.

“You only have two hundred and six bones?” He said in disbelief and you gave him a concerned look.

“Uh, yeah. How many do you have?”

He folded his arms, “it depends.”

“On what?”

Before you could get to the bottom of the strange conversation, a nurse called out your names, she hesitated at Mephistopheles’s name, “Mr. ….Pheles?”

Mephistopheles nodded and stood up proudly, head held high. You linked your arm through his and matched his pace step by step as you followed the nurse down the hall.

“They’re efficient,” he complimented the establishment and you nodded happily.

“I expect nothing less of a place that has your approval,” you said to inflate his ego, it always relaxed him, and assured him he wasn’t making any mistakes.

He grinned and nodded.

The nurse opened the door to the private room and handed you a robe to change into.

Mephistopheles quickly protested the idea of shared clothing.

“It’s been washed,” you informed and he shook his head still. He looked more concerned if anything.

“Nonsense, I brought you one,” he informed.

You didn’t know if it was allowed but it had your initials and matched the style while also being considerably more comfortable.

The doctor entered the room and hesitated for a split second upon seeing you had your own robes but she ignored it as if she’d seen it done before.

“Mr. and Mrs. Pheles?” She asked and he nodded and grabbed your hand, proud to have you by his side.

He said nothing but watched the doctor so closely that you could see she was beginning to sweat. You squeezed his hand so he’d look at you but his first instinct was to panic and look for anything that could’ve hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” He blurted out and the doctor looked concerned.

“Nothing dear, I was only trying to get your attention,” you sighed and he relaxed and sat back down, a little red in the face as the doctor tried not to laugh.

“You two make a fine couple,” she spoke up. This made Mephistopheles smile, and instantly give his approval of her. “I’m sure you’re going to make amazing parents, especially when you’re so observant,” she complimented him again.

You could practically see Mephistopheles’s ego swelling so you leaned into his arm and relaxed.

“So, I’m just going to ask a few questions,” she began and you nodded and answered each question to the best of your ability.

“And how far along are you?”

You paused and you and Mephistopheles looked at each other.

“Well, I don’t really know. I took the test a few days ago and got this appointment scheduled as soon as possible.”

She nodded, “that’s always a good idea. You want to get an understanding of everything as soon as you can.”

After a few minutes, she asked for permission to spread the gel on your belly. Mephistopheles watched, a little confused. You imagined the process was much different for demons since they had magic and more advanced technology.

She explained the process to your worried demon as she began using the transducer.

You and Mephistopheles’ eyes shot to the screen with the blurry black and white graphics.

Mephistopheles’ eyes squinted as he noticed the slight movement on the screen.

“Is that-“ he gasped.

The doctor agreed, “yes, that’s your child. I’d estimate you’re close to a month along now.”

You watched Mephistophele’s elated, blushing face as he continued to stare at the monitor.

The doctor allowed him to hold the transducer over your belly as a first moment with his child.

“I’ll give you two a moment alone now,” the doctor offered and turned off the transducers but kept the still images on the screen.

“We did that…” Mephistopheles said in awe and you smiled and gripped his hand. He squeezed back and beamed at you.

“You know…” he began, “I wasn’t so sure about you when I first met you.”

You arched a brow, confused.

“It took me time to see past what you were but when I did…I was unable to do anything less than love you,” he continued. “But this is different… I haven’t even met our child yet and know I’ll never not love them, no matter where they came from or who they become, I’m glad that he’s yours”

You had tears in your eyes as he finished and he kissed your forehead and sang your praises as you watched the image on the screen of the life you’d made together.

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mini-sae · 1 year

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Homelander × Reader

Scent :

Homelander loves pretty much everything about you.

Your kind heart. Your beautiful eyes. Ayour gorgeous face. Your motherly nature. Your generous curves you try to hide, sadly. He even loves your flaws that exasperate him so much sometimes.

He loves you with his whole heart. He had no idea that he could love like that. Unconditionally. And above all, he didn't know that he could be loved the way you loved him. He was so sure that was never meant for him.

But you entered his life and turned his world upside down. With you, he found himself facing things he never did before. The cold fear of losing someone. The need to take care of someone else's needs before his owns. Even if he need you to take care of his needs.

There's a tiny thing that gnaws at him though.

Your scent.

You have a wonderful scent, that's for sure. And you smell even better when you have his scent on you. When you're in his arms, or after your lovemaking, he can smell himself all over you. And he can't explain how wild that makes him. It's primal and wonderful.

But only you and him can smell him on you. Only you two knows how well he marked you. Claimed you. And that wasn't enough for him.

It wasn't a secret that you two were together. And even if he shielded you as much as could from the attention you hated so much, he was so proud to introduce you to the world as his woman.

But he needed more. Always more. He didn't want everyone to believe that it was just a show. Or that you were just his girl of the moment.

That's why he was in your bedroom while you were at work. Standing naked, rubbing your clothes on his body.

He grabbed one of your favorite shirts and inhales deeply. Then he started to rub it against his neck then down his chest. He repeated this action with every piece you had in your closet.

When the time came for your panties, he becomes almost feral. He growls as he almost choke on your scent. Despite the fact they were washed recently, he could still smell your cunt. The taste of it on his lips as if he just ate you out.

He instinctively fist his cock and starts to jerk furiously. There was no doubt about the fact that he would eat your pussy as soon as you will walk through the door.

There was no need for him to do this with your panties. Who will smell you there besides him ? No, that was just for him.

On the verge of cumming, he puts the piece of clothe on his dick and spill in it. You'll probably see the stains on them, but he couldn't care less.

He breathes heavily as he smell your clothes one last time. After putting them in their rightful place, he puts his suit back on and walk towards your leaving room.

He occupies himself as he can while waiting for you. When he hears you entering the building, he almost jumps of delight. You don't even have time to close your door when he lifts you up and places your legs around his waist.

- Well I missed you too, baby. - You say with a chuckle.

He growls against your mouth and kisses you as if his life depended on it.

To his great pleasure, you were wearing a dress. Wich he took advantage of. He slips his hands under your dress, squeezing your asscheeks.

You moaned while tenderly pulling his hair. He puts you back on your feet and hols your chin.

- You're going to lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me. Now.

His tone was so dominant that you unconsciously clench for him. You happily do as your told. He's right behind you, jumping on you once you're in position.

He takes of your panties and starts to lick and suck at your clit like a starved man. You love how ravenous he can be.

You orgasm in no time and he laps every drop of your juices, humming at your taste.

You slowly coming down your high when he holds you in his arms.

- Baby ?

- Yes, sweetheart ?

- Why is my closet open ?

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dreamties · 2 years

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Reader W/ a Clingy! Kurt Kunkle

A/n- clingy killers??? hello?? this is my favorite flavor of slasher. (that. or letting us be clingy <333)

Requested by Anon! :)

The headcanon section is relatively short, but I also added a sort of oneshot bit that lands at 546 words! Enjoy folks <3

Pre-Relationship

Kurt has never heard of this "personal boundary" people speak of

he's always hanging off of you in same way. holding on your arm, and holding hands- in public, at home . . . just the two of you, in videos, what not.

This is also specifically in the context of being friends

you think it's just Kurt being affectionate, it's really sweet, actually. but he has no idea how to communicate that it's more than that

that he needs your attention, and care, and he wants to show you how much he loves you but it's difficult to say that aloud, yknow?

kurt is soooo sensitive to rejection it's not even funny (is it the RSD related to him being an ADHDer???? lol probably)

Dating <3

he would be less clingy when you start dating but at the same time be more so clingy????

kurt can be full of multitudes as a lil treat <3

less physically clingy, and more emotionally so

like he has this energy that begs and whines for your attention

and he's so terrified of losing you, even if he doesn't feel the need to constantly be letting the world know you're his by an arm around the shoulder anymore. he just NEEDS them to instinctively know by seeing the two of you together, and HELL be damned if they don't. because the two of you are so obviously together and would Never break up <3333

sometimes he gets self-conscious about how much he needs you. like it's probably SO FRUSTRATING to deal with him . . . right?

He gets better at opening up when you're finally together

so hopefully you can recognize when he's feeling down and out of it and help to comfort him.

"Kurt?" You rest your body against the door frame, waiting for a response from your boyfriend. "Babe?"

You sigh. "I'm worried about you, you haven't left your room all day. Kurt, honey, please open the door."

You can hear scurrying beyond the door, a familiar click of his computer turning on. He opens the door with a wide smile, "I was just about to go on stream."

"We need to talk."

He kind of shakes his head yet pretends he doesn't hear you all together. "C'mon, please? You should join me. The Kurties would love to have you back."

"Kurt. . ."

"Please?"

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine, but we're talking after."

He smiles and nods. He drags you into his room, where he has his entire streaming set up, by your hand. You close the door behind the two of you. He settles into his gaming chair, and tugs at your hand, motioning for you to come sit with him.

"I can just get a chair from the garage, hun."

"No, please, it's okay."

You recognize his behavior as clingy. The whole reason you had been worried today is that he hadn't been clingy. He had not kept you company in your office while you worked, did not hang out in the kitchen as you made late breakfast for yourself (usually you would make extra, and give it to him, so you could eat at the table together). He did not once try to chat your ear off.

You should be happy that he seems to find his place back in his skin, but something's still off.

What happened to your baby, to make him think he shouldn't do that? That he shouldn't be close, and loving, and with you.

"Okay." You agree and slip yourself onto his lap. He fiddles a bit more with his software and the camera angle, before hitting start on the stream.

"Hey, what's up, everybody? Welcome back to Kurtzworld! I'm joined by my wonderful partner today."

He waves, greeting everyone that joins, he slowly moves so that his arms connect around you and he's leaning his chin- comfortably and soft- in the crook of your shoulder.

You wave to his audience, as well. You'd done this a hundred times- and you'd do it forever, if that's what Kurt wanted.

"What do you have planned today?" You smile towards him and gives a ridiculous look back.

"Not much, thinking we could answer some questions. How's the sound, Kurties?" He looks towards the chat for approval. It's resounding with praise.

His eyes glance towards yours, begging if it's okay.

You give him a genuine look, it's serious- and he knows he can't ignore his feelings forever, that as soon as the camera's off, that you will be forcing him to have an honest conversation on why he's been so off lately. But he can also tell you're proud of him- which you are, you always- that he found a way to reach out to you and get what he wanted.

You drop the seriousness, the direct request for a conversation- for now. You kiss his cheek. You're happy to play along.

"Of course, honey, I love you."

You laugh as Kurt grows red in the face, acting all cute and embarrassed.

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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heyyy!!! i read alot of ur stuff and fell in love with it, so i thought i'd make a request! anyways, i was thinking you could do a gn or male reader who follows all of the grabber's rules and is super compliant, and then right when he starts to trust the reader they turn on him and try to escape. thank u lots if you get to this boo!!

ahhh!! thank you so much, your words mean the world to me🫶🫶 its always so refreshing to hear feedback istg, but of course i can, i love this request sm, i love this prompt sm, i will be doing x male reader for this!

i currently have a nsfw in the works after receiving a lovely request for prompts, that maybe out tonight or tmrw!

requests r open!! i have a masterlist set up, but anything youd like you can request! my inbox fr bare rn, i do multiple medias🙏

The Grabber x Male Reader!

Warnings: Obsessive Grabber, Kidnapped Reader, Infatuation, Light injury mention

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Your head sat gently upon his shoulder, a blanket encompassing you as he slept gently. It was about 12 am, darkness filled outside of the house you were stranded in, but the low light that was infront of you casted a shallow light, giving you a bare outline of the room. The mans arms hugged you protectively, even in his sleep he kept you right where he liked you, in his possession.

You eyed the door, attentively taking in all the details about it. The lock that was once on it was gone, he kept you in place no matter what. It'd been long, grueling months since he'd taken you. You played his game, you abided by what he said, and thats what he adored about you, you followed the rules he neatly laid out. It was refreshing to him, he had, what he described as; "His Good Boy". The name made you feel odd, you were well into college and he still used that term, whenever he said it he'd ruffle your hair, making you look right at him. Even as he held you now, you felt yourself shudder. By the feel of you shaking in his arms, the man woke up, peering to you, stroking your arm and speaking in a caring manner.

"Did I fall asleep? I'm sorry peach, I didn't know I was so tired.."

He looked around at the scene, taking in how you rested on his arm, leaning into him, and admiring how you'd thrown a blanket over the both of you. As you sat there, you gazed over him, seeing his calm, almost relaxed figure still waking up. He wasn't tensed from having fallen asleep without you locked up, or angry, but content. He was trusting you even more.

"It's alright, I was starting to doze off anyways."

His eyes found you softly, blindly trusting you. He sighed, reaching over to you to, bringing your face to his. Lips finding your cheek, he gave it multiple light kisses, then stood up, looking down at you.

"I'm going to get you Pajamas, stay here, alright my love?"

He nodded, confirming what he just said would be followed, and you nodded back. With that little action, he took off, walking back to his room. The carpeted floor became your saving grace. Hastily taking off the blanket he'd tucked in, you got onto your feet, and approached the front door. Sampson had finally learned after months of you being allowed upstairs, that you didn't need to be barker at, you thanked the stars that he didn't rat you out like last time. Fear overcame you. You couldn't live the rest of your life like this, it was unstable, he could be obsessed as long as he'd like, keep you away from the outside world forever. Having this echo in your mind, you twisted the knob, and a fresh breeze hit your face. The first time in months upon months, that you'd seen the outside. Its stillness made you have nostalgia about your past life, the life you'd lived less than a year or two ago. Walking out without hesitation was your instinct, and you went with it. Your obedient nature made you want to pause, to go back, but something inside of you knew it was too late. Shutting the door behind you, with the chance if extra time promised, you ran. Your feet taking you up the street, trying just to make it to the bushes. Your eyes frantically looked around, trying to look for cars in a driveway, but they all seemed to be gone, furnished inside but gone. As you ran to yet another house, you went to the backyard, pushing yourself into a bush. The whiplash from the cold air hitting your face made your eyes sting, breathing in felt like knives hitting your throat. Your head landed on your knees as you tried to steady your shaking body, but no matter what you felt a foreboding feeling wash over you, and like it was timed, you heard the shouting.

"HEY! You ran just the right way dove, this side of the street is up for sale, nobody lives over here. We can have a new game, cat and mouse."

His voice was raw, sadistic, a drastic change from before, and when you heard his promised threat, a quiet sob left your throat, the shaking became all the worse, making even your breathing stutter. In your spot, time seemed to drag on, and as it did, you began hearing whistling, from what you could only make out to be 'Pop Goes the Weasel'. Great, now you have entertainment while you're sobbing quietly, being stalked by your obsessive kidnapper. The melodic tune seemed to grow closer, like he knew right where you were, but was just trying to prolong your fear, so that when he got to you, you'd be a shaking mess.

A noise that accompanied the whistling soon made you understand why it seemed like he knew where you were, there was growling, a dogs growl.

Sampson.

Cheating bastard.

You wanted to make a run for it, Sampson was following your scent. But you also knew that Sampson had sharp hearing, so even the slightest mistake would cause your catching.

You gradually made your way up, the whistling being maybe 30 feet away now, they were moving briskly. You put your hands on the house, using it as a guide to try and get further away. Inching closer and closer to the next house, and after that, a street sign.

Putting your feet thoughtfully infront of the other, the leaves had fallen, growing dry, cracking them would also result in your recapture. Not the best of luck. The tune was growing exponentially closer, at a faster rate, it had to have been only 15 feet away, and you couldn't afford any mistakes, he could easily outrun you. You were around three feet away from the edge of the house, your fingers could graze the edge, before you were tackled down, harsh hands grasping your shoulder & your hip.

You grunted, shoulder blade hitting the ground first, taking the fall, making tears swell up on your cold body. You were facing him, his breathing was hysterical, like he was enjoying this. Sampson sat faithfully at his side, guarding the surroundings. Before he spoke, he laughed, letting out his exasperated chuckle.

"You really thought you could leave? My love, I own you. I own your body, your thoughts, I am a step ahead of your every move."

You could tell his mind was running, it was erratic, what he was saying was out of his oddly put anger. It only made you more the terrified as you cowered under him.

"Now, be a good boy for me, and stay still."

Moving towards you, he leaned his head, and perched it next to your ear, his hot breath tingling your ear.

"You won't leave again, you're stuck with me."

The lasting words echoed in your mind, right before his fist hit hard on the side of your head, making your conscious slip away from you. Waking up wouldn't be difficult, you knew he'd keep the upstairs privileges safe, it would ensure the most time with him, but now, you bet that the locks would triple on the doors when you come back to the world he's forced you in.

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i know its a little late release, but i hope you like it!! i had a few ideas in mind for this, but wanted to try to obsessive approach :)

requests r open, masterlist is available!

#the grabber #black phone #the grabber x reader #ethan hawke #the grabber x you #hot killer #slasher #queer #gay #x male reader

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hphmmatthewluther · 5 months

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Weekend With the Grays - Day 3: The Gazebo Cocktail Party

Thanks once again to @endlessly-cursed for organising this and for Prim! Thank you also to @camillejeaneshphm for Helen, Noah and Lillian, @catohphm for Danny, and @mjs-oc-corner for Bella!

"Oh, Atticus, get under here with us." Fred insisted, his arm around Helen's as they walked the Gazebo with the others. Atticus turned around to face him, still looking despondent, and shook his head.

"I am fine, thank you." he said,shivering a little. "I've got my...oh." He reached up for the hat he had worn upon arriving. It wasn't on his head, and the snow was nestling itself within his hair, giving him an admittedly quite humorous-looking salt-and-pepper hairstyle.

"You never were one for hats, Doherty." Helen chuckled, her arm raised slightly as she kept the snow off of her and her husband, "You must have gone out without it on instinct."

Atticus scowled, but relented, walking over next to Fred, and wiping the snow off of his hair with his hands. Fred happened to look over as he did so, and saw strange black splotches moving along them. "Doing more shadow magic, I take it?"

Atticus looked over at Fred, then at his hand, wiling the dark splotches to fade away. "We are all at liberty to use our powers how we like. I can experiment with mine, Helen can command the weather to be however she likes, and you can patent and sell yours to the masses."

Fred shifted uncomfortably, but Helen cut in before he could respond. "You disapprove of how we've made our fortune?"

"No. I disapprove of the fact that there aren't more controls on it. I'm glad that you've decided to have it be Ministry controlled, but I do wonder if they'll give it the attention it deserves-"

"Alright, alright, let's not get into politics." Fred said, raising his arms above his head to hush both Atticus and Helen. "We can talk about this later. The last thing we want to do is start a debate around the Ministry...at least, right now." He suggested, gesturing to the Gazebo whose steps they now climbed.

"No, I suppose that would be a disaster." Atticus said, smirking. "Thank you for letting me enjoy the use of your ancient magic, Helen." he said, moving forward and into the Gazebo to greet the others.

Fred and Helen did the same, before walking to the side and looking out over the snowy estate. "He seems a lot better now. I guess actually doing some dancing was good for him. He seemed to enjoy dancing with you, too."

"Well, I can't take all the credit." Helen said, smirking. "Prim helped as well. I overheard them talking about that plant he gave her, remember? Back when everyone kept spreading rumours about them being a thing?"

Fred nodded, leaning on the wood of the Gazebo. "That certainly was a wild time. Seemed like everyone had rumours flying around about them."

"Considering half of us had ancient magical powers, and some of us flew to France and back one night, it's not surprising our love lives were scrutinised." Helena observed, "It's why I love how you can stop time...give us a place nobody can see us. Atticus and Prim could have used that back then." She gestured over to them, as they talked to Danny Gibson and his partner Bella, who had just entered the Gazebo, Atticus looking far less standoffish than he had a few hours ago.

"Yeah...especially that time I saw them kiss." Fred said, in a lowered tone.

Helen looked down at him, incredulously. "You're kidding." she said, bluntly.

"It was just one time, don't get any ideas-" Fred began, going as red as his hair, "Apparently they'd just decided to wrap up...whatever it was they had going on, and decided to so like that...and with a plant, I guess."

Helen's smile softened. "You know...he asked me and Lillian to help him with that. He wanted to get the floriography right, and we were the ones he trusted for it. I remember it well: Zinnia, symbolising respect and honour. Sometimes I wonder if maybe we should've messed with him and sent a different message."

Fred gasped jokingly. "How awful! I can't believe you'd consider something like that!" he said, laughing.

"I suggested Yellow Hyacinths and Lavender, meaning jealousy and humility. Lillian shut that idea down quickly, though. She said nobody deserved to have Primrose Gray angry at them for no good reason."

Fred nodded, making eye contact with Atticus briefly. He smiled. Atticus smiled back, before returning to the conversation with Danny and Prim, something about how dark and creepy Ravenclaw Tower used to get late at night. "Probably for the best, then."

Helen nodded, bringing a hand up to wipe her eye. "Yeah, probably." She turned around, letting Atticus enjoy the party unwatched, as they both looked out at the falling snow, which landed on the many dormant plants on the estate, including a large bush of Zinnia flowers.

#wwtgsolstice23 #hp victorian era #atticus doherty #fred graham #helen walsh #lillian miller #primrose gray #danny gibson #bella mcintyre

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quandaryqueen · 2 years

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Your body, my temple

Arkhamverse Riddler X Reader

You've made friends out of Penguin's girls in the Iceberg lounge and our feisty Riddleman doesn't like it.

Title above is inspired by Your body, my temple by Will Wood.

Put on your stripper playlist and let's give Mr. Nygma a show.

Also, I'm not good at writing sexy scenes in general, so excuse me as I go and sob in a corner.

- Edward is fickle little thing. Always so absorbed in his work that he barely has time to spend with you. Nothing new, but get this, he's also irritable if you're not there. That you're out there, spending time with Oswald's girls. Hypocrite much? Indeed. He's happy to see you making friends not really, since you pay less attention to him because of it. But for the love of riddles, he wants your utmost attention at forefront all the time even if he doesn't pay attention to you 🤦🏻‍♀️ he's a complicated one, I know.

- It was one time that he brought you to one of his meeting with the Penguin in the Iceberg lounge, maybe you were getting bored with all the heist chat they were having when you started a conversation with one of the girls. Somehow, you ended up in the backstage with the rest of the girl's without Edward's notice. Although he is now made aware that you have, indeed, told him you were going there, he just didn't notice it. Then after that, you were thick as thieves.

- Basically:

Edward: This is MY Y/N! Go get your own!

Iceberg lounge girls:

- I mean, who could blame you? Estella and the other girls were pleasant company, not to mention, they knew how to have fun. If you have a strong motherly instinct and aura, they would be extra close to you. Generally, it just a good time where girls are extremely tight knit and supportive of one another. Then there's the extreme closeness, personal space does not exist for them.

- There was a time you visited with Ed again for another meeting, and the moment they saw Eddie the girls knew you were there. The Riddleman thought he has made a fanbase out of the Iceberg lounge girls, when they suddenly floundered by your side and pulled you into the dressing rooms again to hang out. And he was pissed because of two things; one, how dare they ignore him and two, how dare they take you.

- So yeah, the boy's bitter and salty.

"Jealous? No why would I be? It's not like they saw you naked before. Oh, they have?" ... Well he doesn't have a rebuttal for that. "How did they saw you naked?"

Your constant hang out with them leaves him questioning everything about you. Because after you spending them with them, you'd have oddly placed bruises. Places between your legs, your arms, forearms and not mention, how you walk weirdly... Wait...

"I'm taking pole dancing lessons with the girls. I keep telling you that every time I go out and leave."

"You have? Xjdnjf— well of course you have! I know that!" He doesn't. He wasn't even aware you were telling him all the time and that is how busy he is.

Well thanks for that clarification/reminder, he almost had a breakdown at the implication. He slacks from relief. Well thank god. He thought he'd go ballistic if you were having an affair.

- But that still doesn't change the fact that he's one clingy mf who refuses to share you. Sure, he trusts that you aren't trysting with Oswald's worker, but his insecurity eats at him and the relentless thought of you abandoning him is a massive problem. He doesn't have any time to pay attention to you, but being in your very presence really does keep him going. And when you're gone, something feels missing and suddenly everything he does is wrong because you're not there.

- Another meeting at the Iceberg lounge and the girls has taken you away again much to his annoyance. He is this 😡🤏 close into personally dealing with all of them. Screw putting them in the riddle box as baits, he'll wring their necks and snap it like a twig.

"Hey Eddie-honey, can I borrow your coat?" And you have the nerve to turn to him with a coy smile. Are you that careless to his growing wrath? You're not that oblivious, he settled for you and he doesn't settle with that oblivious people!

Nevertheless, he begrudgingly shrugs his coat off and hands it to you. He didn't hold off a sneer at your direction from the annoyance that persists within him as the group of girls tailing you were giggling amongst themselves like your very own flock of fan girls. But he can never say no to you. In these circumstances, anyways. He is one stubborn nut and it is rather difficult to get through him.

"Thanks, dear. I'll be off with the girls," you plant a quick peck from his lip, slightly easing him from the discomfort of envy in him. Then, you were gone again. And he was alone.

The lounge was booming with music as always, and yet there were hardly any customer. Come to think of it, he doesn't think Oswald's here yet.

"Where's Oswald?" He calls for the passing worker after she had layed out a tray of drinks for Edward. He immediately recognised them as the girl you referred to as Estella, and you were rather fond of her.

"Mr. Cobblepot isn't here yet, Mr. Riddler. He sent me to tell you that he'd be delayed for a short while, so he organised some entertainment for you while you wait."

So you're telling him that Oswald is going to be late and that you left him alone to spend time with the workers there?

Before he can fume in anger, the lights darkened and the stage was lit with a foreboding shade of red. Estella was gone before he knew it, and the stage before him had the curtains pulled aside to reveal a darkened silhouette standing by the pole.

He supposes that the "entertainment" Oswald organised for him had begun and you were nowhere to be found. He doubts that he'd be entertain, but what else is he supposed to do in an empty lounge?

Deadpan was his gaze at the show before him, but then he finds familiarity at what the performer was wearing— his coat. His green coat was hanging loosely by the performer's elbows.

OH, SO THEY LENT ONE OF THEM MY COAT?!

His eyes twitched and his knuckles had long gone whitened as his grip the armchair. His preoccupied brain didn't notice the music and how the performance started. A lone spotlight shone on the performer as they clung to the pole.

Wait... Is that Y/N?

His features loosened at the sight of you on the pole, wearing his coat atop your clothes... Oh god, your clothes—

The sight of you alone wearing something of his wardrobe is already making him squirm, but paired with this material— on a pole, with your body of fluidity and pure promiscuity, for him...

Suddenly, he was crossing his legs, his eyes never leering away from you. Oh he could never dream of it, missing a miniscule detail from your movements for him? Oh he wouldn't dare.

Suddenly, you were on all fours. And like a predator on the haunt, your starving eyes never left his form. You were in front of his, on your knees, flaunting yourself before him. Oh he would take you, but he somehow can't move a muscle in fear of missing something. You had him petrified in place from your mere visage and as much as he does not want to admit it, he always was at your mercy.

He squeezes his thighs together to somewhat relieve himself from the tension building up, swallowing thickly when you stepped on his table and bent down, his eyes on the level of your chest. At this point, he still doesn't know what to do with his hands, as they lay on his lap to hide the pitching tent.

You unravel your attire, pulling strings from the leather bust and loosens to reveal your glistening skin. From within your bust, you pulled the sheer purple scarf with gold question marks and used it to rope around his neck. Your scent further intoxicated his, your familiar perfume embedded on the material.

His face neared yours, he expected a kiss and so he instinctively closed his eyes and leaned closer, only for you to hold a finger to block lips from touching yours. He only opens his eyes when you comfortably straddle him on his seat, both of your arms wrapped around his neck. The Riddleman stunned beyond his mind kept his hands on his lap as he looks up at you. It was a pitiful picture to view, as he looked so cute with his pleading green gaze.

"Come on, don't be shy, Eddie-baby... Touch me," Your hot breathe tickled his ear and it ended him right then and there when your voice dropped to a low, sultry register. And the addition of your fingers tenderly raking his scalp, you might as well have made him come already.

And so he did. He held you tight within his clutch that he is positive he'd leave bruised on your hips. Something tells him it's what you liked when your breathey laugh hits his ear.

"That's it. Good boy..." Your lips touched the shell of his ear with every word, before you pulled away to perform on his lap, grinding smoothly and biting your lip as he watches.

Good boy? Good boy? Oh hell yeah, he is!

- After that, Oswald arrived and business came about as usual and the Riddleman tried his best not to leer at your direction again. Even if he did, he'd remember the transaction from a few moments ago, redden, and turn away.

- Thank god he's always in your good graces or else he'd be begging you to pay attention to him. And he hates begging, he's not desperate. Not that desperate

- After the meeting, he still has the scarf around his neck and his coat on you. The trip home was silent and quick, but once you arrived, the coat and scarf were long gone, along with the other article of clothing, as the night progresses loud and slow.

#edward nigma #edward nygma #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nashton #arkham riddler #arkham riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #arkhamverse #suggestive

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esther-dot · 2 years

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“The things he has told us time and again over the course of years that he told D&D? The things the fandom wants to believe are strictly their fuckery? Like say, Stannis burning Shireen, King Bran, Dark Dany?”

Can you share where George told us ‘time and again’ that he told D&D about Dark Dany? Because from what I know, the three things George RR Martin confirmed he’s told D&D were Stannis burning Shireen, King Bran and the Hodor moment. I don’t remember him saying anything about Daenerys’ ending, I’d be happy if you enlightened me, I’d love to see the interview/post.

Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t careful enough there! Martin has said many times over the course of years, that he has known his main endings and plot points for years/decades. He has also said he shared these with D&D, that he expected the show to have the same endgames, and before and after s8 he has spoken of how faithful an adaptation of ASOIAF Game of Thrones is. Obviously they have huge divergences, but I think those are in the how the endgame is reached, less the what. That’s the part of “he told us time and again” that I meant, not that I have heard him explicitly say, “Dany dies a villain.”

But, he did say this of the infamous Meereenese Blot Essays:

Then he went on to add that sometimes there's an essay or even a series of essays that "really gets it right". He specifically cited the difficulty he had with the Meereenese sections of ADwD, trying to figure out the POV, and he called it the "Meereenese Knot." He admitted being annoyed when some turned it into "the Meerenese Blot", but someone made a series of essays with that title. "I read those when someone pointed them out to me, and I was really pleased with them, because at least one guy got it. He got it completely, he knew exactly what I was trying to do there, and evidently I did it well enough for people who were paying attention." Of course, he added that some other essays depress him when people get everything wrong, and when people get everything wrong, well, whose fault is it? It could be his fault because he didn't write it well enough, but who knows? (link)

Here are some quotes from those essays:

But when you look past the unreliable narrator and POV-character bias, Martin’s aim becomes clear. The whole plotline is designed to maneuver Dany into a mental place where she’ll decide to sideline her concerns for innocent life, and take what she wants with fire and blood. Martin’s triumph is in handling this character development in such a natural and organic way. He gives Dany as much agency as he can — her hand is never truly forced by the Harpy or slavers. He presents her with incredibly difficult situations, places her core values into conflict, and makes her choose. Her choices first go one way — then another.

Now, the transformation is complete. The Dany we knew at the end of ASOS is gone. The one who reaches Westeros will be a very different person. The dragons are now unchained, and the gloves are off. (link)

and

In parts I-IV of this essay, I’ve laid out my main argument that Martin has designed Dany’s ADWD plotline quite deliberately to focus on her struggle within herself. She tries to be concerned for innocent life, and fears unleashing her violent impulses. Eventually, she sacrifices a great deal for peace, and achieves it. But she turns out to hate it, and in the end rejects it, in favor of “fire and blood.”

and

In contrast to Daario, Martin tailors the traits of Hizdahr zo Loraq to represent the path of peace through political compromise. Dany’s feelings toward him are exactly how she ends up feeling toward the peace — like the peace, Hizdahr is unsatisfying, frustrating, not what Dany truly wants, and cannot make her happy — and instinctively, she wants war more.

and

Dany’s sexual satisfaction is a metaphor — the reality of peace can’t truly satisfy Dany, only war can (link)

So, no, Mr Martin didn’t look into a camera and say, “Dark Dany is real and everyone who says so isn’t a hater or partaking in a ship war.” But I’m not sure how you read the essays and what he said about them and deny that’s the path she’s on?

I also think the way he regularly included “the major beats” in his discussion about endgames being the same in the show and books indicates the burning of KL was always in his mind, but even if he didn’t say so, I don’t think it’s a weird conclusion to come to. Not if you relate Dany entering a funeral pyre because she is blood of the dragon and emerging with her dragons to the later quotes about Aerys wanting to turn KL into a giant funeral pyre so that he could be a dragon. It’s just not much of a leap at all to realize, oh, the author is building to something here. (link)

My words could have been clearer, but I think Dark Dany is just like Stannis burning Shireen. It makes sense, it’s foreseeable, but fans like Stannis so they refuse to believe it without seeing the words on the page. Fine. But it doesn’t mean it wasn’t where Martin always intended to go. His quote about Feldman’s essays is from 2015.

The other Martin quote that seals the deal for me regarding Dark Dany is the fact that he called her a threat and compared her to the Others:

MARTIN: Well, of course, the two outlying ones — the things going on north of the Wall, and then there is Targaryen on the other continent with her dragons — are of course the ice and fire of the title, “A Song of Ice and Fire.” The central stuff — the stuff that’s happening in the middle, in King’s Landing, the capital of the seven kingdoms — is much more based on historical events, historical fiction. It’s loosely drawn from the Wars of the Roses and some of the other conflicts around the 100 Years’ War, although, of course, with a fantasy twist. You know, one of the dynamics I started with, there was the sense of people being so consumed by their petty struggles for power within the seven kingdoms, within King’s Landing — who’s going to be king? Who’s going to be on the Small Council? Who’s going to determine the policies? — that they’re blind to the much greater and more dangerous threats that are happening far away on the periphery of their kingdoms. (link)

I just don’t think he accidentally called her one of “the much greater and more dangerous threats” if in his mind she wasn’t, ya know, a threat to the people of Westeros. That quote is from 2014. There’s also the oft referenced the dragons are the nuclear deterrent quote which I can’t find the original source for at the moment, but I take the above as confirmation of what Dark Dany enthusiast have long argued. Martin reading this quote:

“the reality of peace can’t truly satisfy Dany, only war can”

and saying, He got it completely, he knew exactly what I was trying to do there…well, it feels like an answer to the Dark Dany question.

#ask dot #anti burning people alive #anti daenerys #anti daenerys targaryen

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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I saw that you open request! I’m so interested ♥️ and I saw you are taking supernatural request as well. So I was thinking about Triple Frontier supernatural AU? Boys being monster hunters? Maybe some romantic plot with Frankie and reader as well? I want to leave that to you. Maybe Reader being hunter as well but friend of Crowley? He was my favourite.

Thank you my love for the wonderful request 🥰 hope you enjoy 😉

The Hunted

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, shower sex, mutual pining, guns, violence, werewolf killing, hunting, mentions of a mangled body (no description), demons, cursing, sexism (from Tom), character death, angst, fluff.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this 😊 it’s my first time writing for supernatural in ten years and it took me way back ☺️🤟 I’ve left it open so I can maybe come back an revisit this 😏

Comments and reblog really appreciated 🥰

Another dive bar off the road of some small town with problems as long as your arm came into view as you pulled the impala over and parked her up. Same story, different day. He had a fondness for them, you didn’t know why; nor cared less.

Opening the door - which creaked loudly as the wood moved against the metal hinges - all eyes landed on you and a silence fell upon the bar. “As you were. She’s with me.” Your hand instinctively moves towards the colt, which is tucked neatly into the belt of your jeans as you approach him. “Glad you could join me.”

“Don’t I always?” You sigh as you slide into the booth, taking a seat in front of him. “What do you need this time? You know they are going to start getting suspicious of me leaving all the time right?” A glass of whiskey is placed in front of you and a handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes gazes down at you. “Thanks, handsome,” you say with a sweet lilt to your voice as you wink at him.

“Must you always flirt with the help?”

Rolling your eyes, you bang the glass down on the table and lean forward. “Just cut the bullshit Crowley. What is it you want from me this time?” He sits back against the worn leather chair and a sly smirk edges its way into his face. “I have a job for you. One that I think you’ll like.”

“Ok, out with it. No need for suspense.”

“There’s a werewolf in Maine. A real nasty one too.” You snort as you lean back. “Aren’t they all?”

“Yes, well this one is also being possessed by a demon.”

This has got your attention. Sitting forward again you practically growl at him. “Why the fuck is a demon possessing a werewolf? What sort of operation are you running Crowley? You know I can’t let this shit slide. Sam and Dean are gonna find out and they're gonna kill me.”

“Ever the drama queen. No need to fret darling, I’ve hired some mercenaries turned hunters to help on this one. They’ve been in the trenches. Seen things you wouldn’t believe.” You raise your brow at this and he smiles back at you. “Well you know what I mean. For normal people who aren’t hunters. Well, they are now but they weren’t…oh you know what I mean. Are you in or not?”

“I’m in, but this is it then. Sam and Dean are my brothers, and you know that they can practically smell my lies. I’ll do this last job for you and then I’m out.”

“Have it your way. There’s a motel just outside the town, the guys will meet you there.”

***

The lights of the motel sign flicker as you pull your truck into the parking lot, which only has another truck inside. Hopping out and grabbing your bag you make your way to room 10 and just as you move your hand towards the handle you hear someone talking inside.

“So what, we’re working with some chick now? Why can’t we just handle this one ourselves like we usually do? We don’t need some chick who hasn’t got a clue slowing us down.” Clenching your fist at your side you swallow back your anger as you knock on the door. The sound of movement and chatter stops and you can see the curtain twitch at the window.

“Open up. It’s just the chick you're being forced to work with.” The sound of the lock clicking and then feet shuffling has you standing straighter and when the door finally opens your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the man standing there. “M’sorry about Tom, doesn’t have the best track record with women. A lot of trust issues.”

Your eyes flicker over to the man you assume is Tom; his eyes narrow in on you as you step across the threshold. “I'm Frankie,” he says as he holds out his hand, eyes staring straight at you.”

Sizing him up, you let your eyes trail along his form before reaching out and taking his hand,” Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“This is Will, that pretty boy over there is Benny, his brother. That’s Santi or Pope and finally Tom.”

“You must be the little bitch of the group.” His nostrils flare and he goes to stand when the man named Santi holds him back. “Why don’t you just run home and let the pros handle this.”

A laugh vibrates through you as you place your duffle onto the bed. “Pros. Is that what you're calling yourselves? Listen mate, you don’t need tack vests for what you're dealing with. Sure it’ll protect your heart but won’t matter much when it rips your head off now will it?”

“Why do we need to protect our hearts?”

Standing up straight you turn your gaze towards Benny. “Oh good joke. You got me,” you say snorting as you open the bag and pull out the guns.

“That wasn’t a joke.”

“You can’t be serious right? Have you never done this before? Tell me you’ve done this before?” You ask as you turn your worried gaze to Frankie.

“Not werewolves. Vampires and demons mostly.” He pulls his hat up off his head and runs his finger through his slightly shaggy hair and you get a fleeting thought that you’d like to be the one to do that.

“Great. Just great. We’re all gonna fucking die. Well, you lot are, atleast.” Gonna kill Crowley. Stupid king of hell.

Frankie and the guys share an apprehensive look before he moves closer to you. “Umm, look we heard about you and your brothers. How you’re the best of the best. We’re honoured to be working with you. Maybe you could teach us some things?”

You stop mumbling and look up at him, his brown eyes pleading with you and you can’t help but melt. You lift your head and eye the others before meeting his gaze again. Standing up you move towards him and you see him gulp as you touch his chest. “Fine. First lesson. Silver bullets”, you say as you thrust them into his hand.

***

A week passed and you had spent that time showing them how to use the weapons you had and how to kill a demon without killing the host. A week - seven days that were wasted on training grown ass men when you could have already handled it yourself.

The guys were nice, well everyone except Tom but there’s always an asshole. Over the last few days you have gotten to know them and you have gotten closer to Frankie, a lot closer.

The guys wanted to hit the bar tonight before you all make your way into the forest tomorrow and although you wanted to join them, you had opted to stay behind and clean the guns. Dean would be proud.

The time on the alarm clock flashed ten and you stretched out your back as you stood up, body aching from all the training. I need a shower.

The water cascaded down your body, the hot water easing that ache in your shoulders as you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. Hands wrap themselves around your waist and you grab the small knife you left on top of the shower and swirled around, placing the knife to the intruder's throat.

“Jesus, Frankie what are you doing?” You gasp out as you slowly pull the knife away. A small bit of blood dripped down his neck from the tiny cut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, I just…I snuck away from the guys and I…I wanted to spend some time alone with you. We haven’t really had a chance.”

“Fuck I could have killed you. I’m sorry…I just…it's a force of habit.” He pulled you closer with his left hand and ran his right along your cheek, his thumb running along your bottom lip. Once the adrenaline has worn off, your body heats up as you finally realise Frankie is naked in front of you.

“God, you're beautiful,” he says, whispering almost as he looks at you with lust blown eyes. A blush heats up your face and then Frankie’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss. He backs you up against the cool tiled wall and lifts your leg over his hip, his hand grabbing at your ass.

Your eyes close as he kisses along your neck and down along the curve of your breasts. The feel of his slightly rough lips on your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“Frankie…oh fuck…” you gasp out. He grabs a handful of your breast, squeezing and massaging as he pushes into you further. He’s hard against your thigh and you try to move your hips against him, urging him to do something, anything.

“Frankie…please I-I need you…” He smiles down at you as he grabs his cock and runs it along your folds, lubing himself with your arousal. “Been thinking about this all week…fuck I need you so bad baby.”

His hand moves from your leg to your ass as he thrusts into you and you both moan at the feeling of him filling you. “Oh god…Frankie…”

“I know. God you’re so hot and wet and so fucking tight…could spend the rest of my life between your legs.”

Frankie’s thick, thicker than you’ve ever had before and the stretch burns a little but as soon as he starts moving it slowly turns to pleasure. It’s hard and fast as he moves in and out of you, his hands pinching and squeezing as they roam the expanse of your wet, naked skin.

“Mierda! Hermosa I’m…im close, need you to come.” You move your hand down along your skin and towards your clit, rubbing your fingers over it in a circular motion until stars swirl in your head as you come with a cry of his name.

“Oh Frankie.”

His hands are bruising on your skin as he pounds into you, seeking his own release. “Hermosa where….where do you want me?” He asks breathlessly. “Inside…come inside…I’m-I’m on the pill.” No surprises in this line of work.

“Mierda! Tan perfecto. Quiero quedarme aquí para siempre. Creo que te amo.” Fuck! so perfect. I want to stay here forever. I think I love you.

You don’t know what he said but quite frankly, you don’t care. He buries his face in your neck as he thrusts once, twice before grunting loudly and spilling inside you. He gently slips out of you and helps you stand before washing you both.

You have moved back into the room when the guys get back and you don’t miss the knowing look Santi gives Frankie before ordering food. “Right, so tomorrow the plan is to head to the edge of the forest and…”

You turn towards Will and nod as you finish chewing on your burger. “Yeah. We’ll all split into teams of two, that way we can cover more ground. We have the radios so we can still keep track of each other. We’ve got the silver bullets laced with salt and holy water and I’ve got the demon blade and I’m giving Santi the colt.”

“What good is a gun against a demon werewolf?” Tom sneers as he slugs back a beer. “The colt can kill anything and I mean, if you're chickening out, you're welcome to stay here.”

“She got you good there, redfly,” Benny says laughing as he claps him on the back. “Sounds good. Guess we should try to get some sleep then. I’ll wake us all in the morning.”

***

With the trucks all loaded up you head out towards the forest. Frankie drove his truck with Tom and Santi, Will and Benny rode with you. Once you arrive you split into three teams.

“Ok Tom and Will you head north, Benny and Frankie east and myself and Santi will head west.”

Frankie moves behind you, the heat from him radiates into your skin as he rests his hand on your lower back. “Thought we’d be a team?”

You turn and push him away from everyone, “Frankie we can’t. You would be too distracted trying to keep me safe and get yourself killed.”

“I’m not heading in there without you.” His hands move to rest on your hips and he pulls you into him, his fingers digging into you slightly. His breath is fanning your face as he inches closer. His eyes flicker from yours to your lips. You reach up and close the gap, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

“Break it up you two,” Santi shouts as he hands you your blade. “I’ll be on the other side of that radio. I’m gonna be ok, I promise.”

The sound of a loud deep growl echoes through the trees and you all stop and turn in its direction. You can feel your heat begin to race as you gear up. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done this, it’s always nerve racking.

Frankie pulls you back into him and kisses you quickly, “te amo, hermosa.” He whispers it into the skin of your neck before pulling away and joining Tom. Each team moves into the trees and you turn to Santi to find already looking at you, a sly smirk on his face.

“What?” You say with a smile on your face. He shakes his head and mumbles something in Spanish. “Hey, that’s not fair. I can’t understand you. Frankie’s always saying stuff in Spanish too.”

“Sorry, it’s just…he really likes you, you know. Even if you only met a week ago.” The trees rustling in the wind and your boots on the ground - twigs snapping as you move are the only sounds you can hear.

Gunshots ring in the distance and you can hear Tom screaming in pain. Sharing a look you both take off running in the direction of his cries. Please let Frankie be ok.

Lost in your thoughts you don’t notice that Santi has stopped and you crash into his back. He retches at the sight of Tom's mangled body and you frantically search for Frankie but can’t see him anywhere. “Santi!

“Santi you need to call Will and Benny on the radio ok. I’m gonna go after the werewolf, I think it has Frankie.”

“Hmm, yeah - yeah ok I…oh god what am I gonna tell his wife?”

“Look, we need to focus. Worry about that later. Be on alert ok. Here,” you say as you begin to rummage in his bag and take out a bag of salt. Ripping it open with your teeth, you form a circle around Santi and Tom. “Stay in the circle and when Will and Benny come keep them in it too. Do not come out under any circumstances, I’ll be back ok?”

“Yeah. Go.”

***

Following the tracks in the mud you finally catch up to werewolf who has Frankie slumped against a tree. Please don’t be dead.

A groan falls from his parted lips and his hand grips his side. His face is scrunched in pain and you can see blood pool around his hands.

Panic sets in as your eyes flicker around, trying to come up with a plan. “God dammit, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Dean?”

Sam crouches down beside you on the left, Dean on the right. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped.”

“I wanted to do this myself, you two always baby me. I’m more than capable of handling things.” Dean raises an eyebrow and his mouth twitches but his eyes flicker to Sam who’s shaking his head.

“We know you are, Y/N but you're our little sister. We’re always gonna look out for you.”

“Ok, you're both here now, what’s the plan? Frankie is gonna die and I lov..I like him a lot.”

Dean scowls as his eyes stare right at you. “Is there something going on between you two?”

“Not the time Dean. Focus.” The sound of wings startles you and you turn to find Cass standing right behind you. “Jesus Cass, personal space.”

“Right. Sorry,” he says as he slides back. “I’ll get…what’s his name?”

“Frankie.”

“Yes, Frankie. I’ll get him out of here and heal him.”

“Y/N, you’re done. You can go with Cass and lover boy. Sam and I can handle it from here.”

“The hell you will. This is my case. My hunt. I’ve done all the hard work you are not coming in now and taking the glory. Use me as bait. It’s the only way.”

“Over my dead body.” He snaps at you. You look to Sam for backup and he winks at you. “She’s right Dean. It’s our only option.”

“I wanna help,” Santi says in a whisper as he appears beside Sam, his gaze on you. “Frankie would kill me if I let you do this alone.”

“She’s not alone,” Dean snarled at him, loading his gun while keeping his gaze on Santi. “Don’t mind him, he’s the grumpy one. We could use all the help we can get,” Sam said as he nodded his head in thanks.

“Right. Let’s do this.”

***

Standing in the clearing the silence is deafening as you slowly approach the werewolf. A twig snaps below your foot and he turns with a snarl before charging at you. Holding your ground, your heart beats erratically within your chest and you know it’s only calling it to you. It is what it wants.

You don’t flinch as it draws near and when it’s close enough that you can smell its breath, a shot rings out echoing off the trees and you close your eyes waiting. Waiting for the beast to rip you apart but nothing happens.

Slowly, you open your eyes to find it on the ground, writhing in pain. Sam, Dean and Santi emerge from the trees and stand before it. Dean grabs his demon blade and swipes it across its neck. Its big snarly head is wiped clean from its body and black smoke evaporates into the night.

“Well that was a wild ride,” Dean says as he rubs the blood off the blade. “You go check on your friend, we’ll burn the body.” Santi looks at you and you nod, urging him to go.

“You can go to Y/N. We’ve got this,” Sam says as Dean stares daggers at him. “Thank you.”

Rushing off you finally make it to the others and you spot Cass standing off to the side, Tom beside him. What the fuck?

I’ll deal with that later, you think to yourself as you search for Frankie. “Hermosa.” You turn your head to find him already standing and moving towards you. You rush at him, wrapping your arms around him hugging him tight. “You’re ok? I thought…I thought you’d…”

“I know mi amor. I know, but I’m ok. We’re all ok. Your friend, Cass is it? He saved us. I don’t know how he did but I’m so grateful.”

“So am I. Cass, he’s a…” Frankie cuts you off with his lips. His arms pull you close and you can hear Santi whistle in the background. He pulls away but doesn’t move and his eyes are staring at you with such adoration that you feel your knees get weak. “I don’t want to let you go. I love you. I know it’s only been a week but I’ve never felt like this before. Please say you feel it too.”

You smile up at him and try to keep the tears at bay as you move your hand to cradle his cheek. “I love you too. It’s just…it’s not safe in this line of work to have connections…I’ve learned the hard way and…”

“No, don't say that please.” His hands rest on either side of your face, his eyes pleading with you. Your heart is beating hard urging you to follow it but your head is saying the opposite. “Frankie…I…how would we make it work? I live with my brothers and you’re with the guys…”

“We can get our own place somewhere between both families and…”

“You could just move to the bunker. It would be easier that way. We could teach you some more things,” Dean says as he comes to stand beside you. “What?”

“Well there’s loads of room. It would be a shame to see it go to waste.” He tilts his head towards the guys, “they could stay too. The more the merrier.”

“Are you serious right now? This isn’t one of your stupid pranks?”

“As serious as the grave. You’re more than welcome to come back with us.” Dean pats Frankie on the back before joining Cass and the others. “So you want to come live with us?”

“Will I be sleeping in your room?” He asks with a teasing smile on his face. “I’m sure that could be arranged.” He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands wandering to your ass and squeezing before a throat clearing breaks you both apart. “Dude. That’s our sister. Wait until we’re not around, jeeze.” You laugh into Frankie’s chest trying to cover the embarrassment on your face.

“Can’t wait to get you home, mi amor.” You raise your eyebrow at him, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

***

He’s pacing outside the bunker waiting for Charlie to grab what he needs. Come on, come on. They’ll be home soon.

“Got it,” she says as she skips out of the door handing him the small box. He opens it and smiles brightly. “It’s finally mine.”

Crowley shoves the box into his coat pocket and stares straight at Charlie. “You tell them about any of this and I’ll kill you. Got it.”

“Yeah ok. I don’t know why you needed them to be distracted, you could have just asked them for it.”

“No. There is no way in hell Dean would give this to me. That werewolf I created was the only way I was getting this. His lips twitch at the corners and he clicks his fingers and disappears into the night.

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catohphm · 5 months

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Weekend With The Grays 2023 Day 4 Prompt - Croquet in the Snow

Thank you @endlessly-cursed for organizing Weekend With The Grays, a festive creative event for Hogwarts Legacy! This entry was a little more challenging for me to write. I tried my best to put together a short drabble that made sense for the game of Croquet. Prim belongs to Noe, and Bella belongs to @mjs-oc-corner. Malcolm is mentioned briefly and belongs to @gaygryffindorgal.

During the fourth day of Danny and Bella’s stay at Winbourne, a game of Croquet was to be held. Players drove balls through a series of hoops in the ground with mallets to earn points. The first to reach a target number of points won. The game was played outdoors and could be done by teams or single players. Invented around the 1850s, Croquet was popular on various estates and clubs.

Danny was first introduced to Croquet after he moved to England in the early 1890s. He picked up on the game during his many stays at Winbourne. Becoming quite good at it, he and Prim naturally had a rivalry in the game. It was friendly of course, and encouraged them to improve. During their previous game, she warned Danny that next time, she’d win against him and he wouldn’t see it coming. He had forgotten about that when the winter celebrations at the estate came around. The goers were to be playing Croquet on the snow-blanketed lawn. The weather was different, but the rules were the same.

Fortunately, the weather was clear and blue on the seventh. A part of Danny was looking forward to croquet later on in the afternoon, but Bella was there to distract him.

She giggled “Just shake off that competitive spirit just once my love. It's coming on Christmas.”

He went back “Well, the rules of croquet aren't conditional. Rain, shine, snow or ice. It's the same.”

“It's a special game for the season that Prim is putting on. It doesn't need rationalization, Danny.” Bella laughed.

“Now you cornered me to it. Not that I ever wanted to spoil the festive spirit of the coming game in the first place.”

“I know. No need to say it out loud, my love.”

“Anyway, I wonder how well the balls are going to roll in the snow.” he spoke curiously.

Bella had her finger to her chin. “Let's just say it's nothing a hard wood mallet with some good, careful power and speed can’t handle. Snow can be smooth and soft.” She then joked “It may be a better surface for Croquet than a lawn.”

Danny responded “Only answer there is to put that hypothesis to the test. Seeing is believing, they say.”

As the match started, he had to focus on making his ball through each hoop despite the surrounding cold air that felt like a hold. Danny's instincts for croquet were well-developed. All other thoughts cleared the space for attention to play. He put it first to exercise his best when it came to the sport. Even the target number of points wasn't on his mind.

The festive atmosphere gave a relaxed feel to the match and it's players. All or at least the majority of the people in attendance at Winbourne had some level of skill in croquet thanks to being regular visitors to Lady Prim and Lord Malcolm's estate. They all worked their way around the course until one of the teams reached the target score. Danny had a good eye, and his accuracy when it came to driving the ball through the hoop was strong.

Yet even the best practitioners of their discipline are still only human. Mistakes are inevitable. It was a part of every croquet game for someone to miss their hoop, launch a ball up in the air, or mis-compensate for their stroke. The turn for mistakes to happen to Danny was not greater or less than the other contenders. Near the end of the game, his team was leading. Prim's side however, was catching up fast, with a narrowing margin. It was now up to her or Danny to make the winning move for their respective teams.

As he lined up his mallet for one last stroke, he mused “This is the strike of faith.” His eyes noted the distance and direction for the ball to reach the hope. He then checked once, twice and thrice. Finally, Danny backed up his mallet and steadily guided it coming down to send the ball reeling.

But instead, snow jettisoned up into the air right after the mallet landed headfirst into the ball. It launched into a slight arc, hitting the hoop as it made a clanging noise and ricochet back away from the hoop. Danny then backed up to let Prim take her turn. She hit the ball and it cleanly through the loop. When it seemed his team had victory in their grasp, the tables turned and it was in the hands of Prim’s team.

“Let it slip from our last game, didn't you?” she asked jokingly.

Surprised but smiling, as her remark cleared up one if his memories, Danny answered “I couldn't have remembered it. That you assured me you'd best me next time we played croquet.”

“I wouldn't fret it, Danny. Titles and trophies always change hands through time.”

Danny knew how to take the loss in stride. “My, lady, the bright side is that I wouldn't have heard the hoop ding like a jingle bell had I not missed.”

Prim giggled at this. “We can count that too, it's Christmas season after all. You did good in this game.”

Bella, who was on Danny’s team, backed up what the Lady said. “It was still quite a solid run you did, love. Snow or lawn has no bearing on it. One you ought to be proud of no matter who won.”

He smiled at both of them. “Absolutely. I appreciate you put this together, my lady. I'm glad to play with you all.”

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ibrithir-was-here · 2 years

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"What's it like in the Dreaming?"

Desire's smaller self knew once again they'd made a mistake with their question; their parent’s golden eyes flashing dangerously as they turned from the mirror to look down at them.

"And why would you ask about that my Dearest Own?" Desire asked, their tone dangerously sweet.

The smaller Desire gulped, torn between backing down as they were clearly meant to, as they knew they should do. But they wished so much to know about the realm that bordered theirs. Sometimes, when they had a moment to themself, they would run up to the very top of the Threshold, and look out over the clouds to where the Dreaming lay beyond.

They knew their parent didn't like talking about Dream , unless it was to disparage him. And Dream had been frightening, but his realm seemed so beautiful, surely a place that was that lovely couldn't be that bad?

So against all their better judgment, they pressed on.

"I just- I wondered--It looks, well it looks sort of fun. And there's so many other people there. Here it's just…"

They stopped again, trying to decide between "Just Us" or "Just You", as to which would be less likely to upset Desire. They supposed technically both were right as they were Them--

But before they could decide Desire had swooped down and pressed them tightly to them, smiling down in a way that made their smaller self feel like a mouse caught up by a cat.

"Oh Darling you don't really Want to be around any of that rabble, do you?"

The surge of power pushed out from Desire and into their counterpart like an electric shock, and the smaller being found themself shaking their head.

"That's right. You've got me. We don't Need anybody but Ourself, now do we?"

The smaller Desire paused for a fraction of a second, trying to catch their breath, and Desire's eyes tightened with their grip.

"Do we?"

"No" They gasped out, gripping onto their parent to brace themself until the power let up.

When they were at last satisfied that their younger self had learned a lesson in self control, Desire let up, snuggling them up with a smile.

"That's right, we've got all we desire right here."

Their smaller self nodded as best they could,, slumped against their parents' shoulder.

They knew it had been a mistake to ask, they should have listened to their gut and kept silent and not made trouble. They would do better next time.

Still…it couldn't hurt to imagine what the Dreaming might be like, just inside their head, could it?

***

Daniel gazed out the window thoughtfully, his head propped up in his hands, his eyes fixed on a particular area far off in the distance, to a location he couldn't actually see, but knew instinctively was there.

"What's The Threshold like?"

The Corinthian looked up from where he had been trying to sneak a smoke, hurriedly tossing the cigarette out of one of the other windows as Daniel turned to look at him for his answer.

"Why you askin'?"

Daniel shrugged. He didn't really have a reason he guessed, not really one he could explain in words anyway.

"Just wondering"

"Never gone over to look at it yourself?"

" No, Dream says I'm not allowed to go to the part of the Dreaming that borders Desire's realm till I'm over eighteen."

The Corinthian gave a sharp laugh, "Yeah that's probably for the best."

Daniel nodded and went back to looking out the window, towards the Threshold. There was something there, something that kept pulling his attention every now and then, like a tap on his shoulder that he never managed to turn around fast enough to see.

He meant to find out though, and sooner then later.

#my writing #endless heirs au #man it'll be nice to eventually get to the part where Little Desire pickes their own name and becomes Wish it'll be so much easier x)#desire of the endless #daniel hall #the corinthian #wish of the endless #little desire au #the sandman #sandman

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queen-haq · 1 year

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Fic: Alive - Part 16 + 17

Summary: Aidan traced the thin chain around his neck, rubbing the infinity pendant between his fingers. No longer a symbol of their everlasting love, it was something he touched in anger when he thought of Sage. It was the only thing of hers that still remained with him after eight years, the last possession which still connected them together. When he 4did find Sage again, and he would no matter how long it took, he planned to destroy the pendant - and her.

Taking place across two timelines, Alive tells the story of Aidan and Sage, high school sweethearts driven apart by who they are and where they come from. Once enemies then lovers, their relationship runs full circle when they meet again in the present, now prepared to destroy each other.

My Masterlist (contains links to previous parts)

Part 16

Then...

Sage entered the kitchen to find Maria in there, stiffening instinctively when the older woman shot her a cold glance. Although the housekeeper was always civil, her short answers made it obvious she had no interest in exchanging pleasantries let alone forging a friendship, and after months of constantly being rebuffed by the woman, Sage no longer bothered to try.

Per their usual routine, they nodded at each other and both went about their own business.

Shortly after Sage was almost done making a sandwich when Aidan waltzed in, whistling, grinning like a fool. He'd been playing basketball with Theo in the back, and from the smirk on his face, she gathered he won the game. Although they didn't speak, he winked at her before swaggering over to Maria and wrapping his arm around her.

"Maria, how do you do it? How do you get hotter every day?"

Sage rolled her eyes, smiling to herself at the giddy expression on Maria's face. The housekeeper may not have been fond of Sage but she held Aidan in high regard and it showed in the gentle way they constantly teased each other.

"Don't you have any thing better to do than flirt with an old woman?" Maria retorted.

"I have a thing for cougars. I can't help it."

"Boy, don't you be sassing me."

"What should I do instead, babe?" he asked suggestively.

Sage chuckled before she could stop herself which elicited a curious glance from Maria. After the many arguments she and Aidan had exchanged in this very kitchen, usually in front of Maria herself, Sage wasn't surprised by the woman's reaction.

Aidan jumped up to sit on the counter, grabbing a freshly peeled carrot from Maria's hand. "You shouldn't be eavesdropping in private conversations, orphan Annie."

He cocked his eyebrow, encouraging her to continue the charade. Well, she certainly didn't want to disappoint him. "Orphan Annie, huh? Did you use up all your brain cells to come up with that one? No wonder your head looks a little small today."

"Worried about me?"

"Couldn't care less actually."

"Liar." He munched on the carrot. "Shouldn't you be out casting spells or whatever it is losers like you do with your free time?"

"Shouldn't you be at home? Oh wait, your parents probably kicked you out again."

"Aidan is always welcome here," Maria replied.

"Thank you, Maria," Aidan said before turning his attention back on Sage. "There's a rumor going around you keep a shrine of me in your room." His eyes gleamed with wicked delight; a sly smile curved his lips. "Do you get down on your knees and worship at my altar?"

"No, but I do keep a Ken doll handy when I'm in the mood."

"Ooh, kinky."

"I know." She smirked. "It's vapid and soulless, like you."

"Now you're just making me blush" He grinned. "Been getting freaky with doll me?"

"Oh so freaky. I snapped the legs off yesterday." She held up her hand, crossed her fingers. "Here's hoping voodoo works!"

"That is not something to joke about, young lady!" Maria scolded, her face red with anger. "You need to learn some respect-"

"But Aidan doesn't? I don't see you chastising him when he insults me," Sage pointed out, annoyed by the woman's blatant hypocrisy. "Maybe you're the one who needs lessons in respect."

"I don't need to be lectured by a child."

"Apparently you do," Sage fired back. Maria didn't respond, instead storming out of the kitchen in a huff. Sage shot an irritated glance at Aidan who stared back at her with an amused expression. "What are you smiling about?" she snapped.

"You look so hot when you're pissed off."

She knew exactly what he was doing: flirting with her, distracting her, anything to calm her down. It was the same tactic she employed when he was upset; unfortunately for him, she wasn't in the mood to be placated. Turning around, she grabbed the loaf of bread from the counter and threw it back in the fridge. Suddenly Aidan's hands encircled her waist, hugging her from behind. Being comforted by the gentle warmth of his touch was enough to simmer her down until, finally, she felt in control again. Closing her eyes, she leaned back on him.

"Maria's known me since I was a kid. That's the only reason she lets me get away with shit," Aidan cajoled. "It has nothing to do with you."

"That's not true. Even if I hadn't said anything she would still blame me. She has this family's mentality down perfect."

He circled her around to face him, his fingers tucking in a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Hey, I'm sorry. If I hadn't started this-"

"Don't be," she interjected, brushing her lips against his. "I was having fun telling you off."

"I bet." He nuzzled her forehead. "Do you really have a voodoo doll of me?"

A small chuckle escaped her lips. "Maybe. Why, you scared?"

"No, I just want doll me to have as much fun as I do. Maybe I should give him a Barbie so he doesn't get lonely." He wiggled his eyebrows. "And we can use them to re-enact-"

She placed her palm over his mouth. "No, we are not going to do doll porn. So you can just forget that idea."

He sighed melodramatically. "Why must you always rain on my parade?"

"Because it's so much fun when I do." Theo's voice drifted into the kitchen, yelling for Aidan to join him in the other room. Sage eased her grip on him. "Your boyfriend's missing you. You should go."

"Jealous?" He smirked, playing along. "Don't be. I love you both. Maybe you a little bit more."

She froze.

It was the first time he'd admitted to loving her, it was a strange sensation. A part of her couldn't help wondering if he really meant it or was she reading too much into a light-hearted moment. It's not like he confessed to being in love with her or anything, which meant he was probably just teasing her, right?

Her gaze pierced into him in an attempt to gauge his thoughts, but as hard as she tried to read past the blank expression that now masked his face, she couldn't.

"I should go. Your bro hates it when I keep him waiting."

She stepped back, nodding her head. "Okay."

His hands gripped the sides of her waist all of a sudden, pulling her against him, his lips covering her own. Frantic, desperate, he kissed her with a raw urgency that left her trembling against him. Just as quickly as he'd swooped in for a kiss, he pulled away, leaving her on edge.

"I'll sneak into your room after everyone's gone to bed," he said breathlessly, planting a quick peck on her forehead before leaving her alone in the kitchen.

She stared after him, heart pounding in her chest, trying to wrap her mind around what just happened. When she'd first told him she loved him and he hadn't returned the sentiment, she'd wondered about the sincerity of his feelings. Eventually she came to the realisation he simply wasn't used to expressing emotions. He didn't grow up hearing he was loved – another reason she despised his parents – and because of that he had a difficult time vocalising sentiments. She didn't like it, but she'd learned to accept it. Except now he'd just blurted it out, maybe as a joke, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Cat rushed into the kitchen a minute later, sending her the obligatory irritated glance that seemed to be part of Cat's daily routine. She looked through the cupboards, throwing things on the floor as she searched for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"Mind your own business," Cat sniped.

"No need to be a bitch about it. Just wanted to help you."

"Yeah, right." Finding the snack item she was searching for, Cat turned around with a scornful smile on her face, voice laden with sheer vitriol. "I don't need your help. You're the charity case, not me."

"I'm also your sister." Sage flashed a smug smile at Cat. "Don't forget that."

"As if I could when I have to see your goddamn face every time I turn around."

"Like dealing with you is such a fun time for me?"

"Why don't you fucking leave then? Dad will give you money to take off. Just leave us alone. Let us be." Cat marched towards her, blue eyes brimming with frustration. "If you weren't here, everything could go back to normal. We'd all be happy again!"

Anger, hostility, perpetual disdain were emotions she was used to from Cat, but not hurt, never hurt, and certainly not the level of pain that was displayed across her sister's face right now. Unsettled by the onslaught of guilt that flooded over her, Sage found herself at a loss for words. Not that it mattered as Cat was already on her way out of the kitchen.

*****

Sage woke up later that night, turned to glance at the clock on the nightstand table. It was almost three in the morning. She was still alone in her room; Aidan hadn't joined her as promised. She slid out of bed, put on her slippers and headed out of the pool-house. Sounds from the TV reached her ears upon entering the main house and she followed the noise into the family room, stopping in her tracks at the sight that greeted her. All three were fast asleep with Theo sprawled along the love seat while Aidan and Cat were nestled in each other's arms on the adjoining couch.

It wasn't just jealousy that surged through her, sharp and acute, but also sheer envy. Aidan and Cat looked like they belonged with each other, the cherished All-American couple that everyone rooted for. They didn't have to hide their relationship, not when the world expected them to be together.

Sage realised how much of an intruder she really was as she regarded the warm, cozy intimate picture her siblings and Aidan presented. The three of them had grown up together, they had history, and despite the fact Cat treated them like shit most of the time or that Theo and Aidan were rivals in most things, they shared a deep connection that could never be broken. She ached to fit in with them, to form her own place within their little group, but it was impossible. She was the family's dirty little secret, a source of conflict and unhappiness as Cat had reminded her earlier tonight, and she would always remain an outsider, a stranger who'd never be allowed in.

It hurt, it hurt far worse than she could have imagined.

*****

Now...

The phone vibrated loudly. It shook atop the nightstand table, waking Aidan up. The woman beside him stirred as he reached to grab the phone. It was a text message from a number he didn't recognize, piquing his curiosity as to who it could be. Theo wasn't speaking to him, neither was Cat, and his mother was off to some retreat in the middle of nowhere.

He checked his phone to read the message.

"Found Sage. Will email you deets shortly."

Suddenly, he couldn't breathe.

***

Part 17

Then...

After tossing and turning all night Sage slid out of bed, determined to leave before Aidan could sneak into her room. She got ready in a hurry, grabbed her textbooks, and drove away from the house as quietly as possible. Avoiding him for the time being was probably the coward's way out but she didn't care; she wasn't ready to talk to him yet. Frankly, she didn't even know how to broach the topic without sounding completely selfish.

When she was alone with Aidan, it was easy to pretend rest of the universe didn't exist. They were in a cocoon, safe from the terrible realities of the world. They protected and cared for one another because they only had each other to rely upon – or so she thought. Last night had truly revealed that he wasn't alone, like her. Aidan didn't need her. He didn't feel the desperate craving for a connection the way she did, because there were people in his life he was already close to. Theo and Cat were his family, the people who mattered the most to him. Maybe if there was a chance they would accept her one day and allow her into their little fold, she wouldn't feel bitter and angry about it – but she was an outsider, forever relegated to remain on the outskirts.

The image of Aidan cuddling her sister taunted her again. It was burned into her brain, not ready to be forgotten no matter how much Sage wished it away.

Although she was secure in the knowledge he cared for her, maybe even loved her, she was no longer sure if his feelings were unique towards her. Loving him was like riding a terrifying, gut-wrenching rollercoaster that filled her with dread one second and made her come alive the next. It was the most incredible rush of euphoria unlike anything she'd experienced before. He was the only guy she had ever loved but it wasn't the same for him – he had been in love before, with Cat, which meant he must have experienced the same kind of emotions for her too. How did he get over that? Had he, even? She didn't think it was possible to ever not want Aidan. Did that mean he still wanted Cat? Remembering them holding each other, it was obvious there were still lingering feelings there – the thought of which made her want to retch.

Busy with her thoughts, Sage didn't realise she had already arrived at the beach. Considering it was a Sunday and the weather was comfortably warm, she expected the place to fill up quickly. Gathering her things together, she started walking towards her preferred spot: a hidden area near the rocks where not a lot of people visited.

*****

"Wanna tell me what the fuck is up with you?" Aidan asked.

He'd already left by the time she returned home late last night and she'd ignored his calls since then. However, it was only a matter of time before he confronted her. Of course she hadn't expected that to happen in school, in the hallway, in front of other people. She pursed her lips and took a deep breath before turning around to face him. "Can we not do this here?"

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not. I've just been busy."

He scrutinised her for a few seconds. Feeling uncomfortable, she averted her gaze from him.

His demeanor was visibly softer when he spoke next. Her eyes automatically scanned the hallway to see if anyone was watching them. With the sudden curious glances being thrown at them, they were the center of attention. "People are looking at us," she said softly.

"Good."

Aidan leaned in closer. Resting his hand over her head, trapping her against the locker, he tilted his head to the side, a flirtatious smile playing across his face. She hated that smile, hated it, because it made her knees weak and set her heart racing. There was absolutely no way she could remain strong in her resolve when he looked at her like that.

"You have a tell. Did you know that?"

She glared at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I always know when you're bullshitting. You have this thing you do."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed. "Now who's the bullshitter?"

"Okay. Let's test it."

"I don't think so."

"Scared?"

"Whatever." She sent him a haughty glance. "Tell me what it is."

He smirked. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you're a nice guy."

"Really? Am I?" His golden gaze pierced into her, taking on a somber glint. "Then why are you pissed at me? What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything."

"You're lying again."

"It's me, okay? I'm just freaking out over... nothing."

"Hey," he murmured, cupping her face with his other hand. His thumb caressed her skin with a touch so gentle it turned her insides into liquid. "It's not nothing if it's keeping you away from me."

"Can we please not do this in front of people? I'm really not in the mood to be gossiped about today."

"Who cares about them? They say shit about you all the time anyway."

"Yeah well, maybe I'm tired of that. Maybe I don't want to give your friends any more reasons to come after me."

Irritation flared in his eyes, he was running out of patience. "Fine." Aidan stepped back. "Find me whenever you're ready to talk. Maybe I'll still care."

She watched him storm away, guilt flooding over her.

*****

Sage wanted to be alone, and that meant having lunch in the back field far away from prying eyes. Unfortunately Marcus was already sitting at that spot and drinking from a flask when she approached him. He moved aside, giving her space to sit back against the giant tree. Since he was unpopular as her, she had invited him to join her and her friends for lunch several times, but he always just said 'no', not even bothering to make any excuses for turning down her invitation.

"What's wrong?" Marcus asked.

She could smell the heavy stench of liquor on his breath. "Maybe I should ask you that question."

"Meaning?"

"Do you get wasted every day?"

"Are you always such a nosy bitch?"

She was taken aback at the harshness of his words. What the hell?

"Sorry," he said a second later, giving her an apologetic smile. "I just don't like it when people butt into my business."

"Okay. Sorry. I was just being polite, I guess."

"Yeah, sure." He swayed closer, making her feel uneasy at his close proximity. "Anyway, you were going to tell me what was wrong."

"What makes you think something is?"

"Because you don't usually come out to the back field."

"I didn't realise you knew so much about me. Very stalkerish of you, Marcus."

"I only noticed because you're alone today. Most of the time you're hanging out with that fag."

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Don't call David names."

"Why not? He is a fag."

"If you don't stop, I will smack you across the face."

"I'd like to see you try."

How had she not realised how much of an asshole Marcus was before today? No wonder he never wanted to sit with her and David. A part of her had assumed Marcus was better than the other ignorant idiots that roamed Belleville, that maybe because he was constantly gossiped about he would be more tolerant towards others who experienced the same thing. Clearly she was wrong.

"Tell him to stop checking me out. It's gross. I feel like taking a shower when he looks at me."

One more word from him, and she really didn't think she could hold herself back any longer. Maybe the smart thing to do was to walk away. She attempted to sidestep around him but he blocked her path.

"I would beat his ass but that bitch would probably like it."

Her patience had reached its limits. This fucking loser thought he could insult her best friend repeatedly and she wouldn't do anything about it? Enough was enough. She was done. Using all her strength, she slapped him across the face.

At first he just stood there, shocked, and she felt a huge bout of satisfaction at the stunned look on his face. Good. Maybe now he'd think twice about calling people names.

He rubbed the spot she struck. "Guess everyone was right. You are a cunt."

"Fuck you!"

He grabbed her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin, and pulled her against him so violently she went hurling against his chest. Struggling, she tried to knee him in the balls but he was quicker and stronger.

"You're gonna regret that, you fucking cunt!"

Suddenly Marcus was thrown to the ground and Aidan was standing behind him, his face red with anger.

Before she could wrap her mind around what was happening, Aidan knelt down next to Marcus and started punching him with brutal force.

She froze momentarily, shocked, incapable of any kind of response, until the violent fight finally snapped her out of her stupor. She screamed at Aidan to stop but her pleas fell on deaf ears. The sheer madness on his face was indicative of how out of control he really was and it frightened her. His viciousness came out in full force when anyone harmed him or those he loved – which meant Marcus was in deep trouble. While Marcus could jump off a bridge for all she cared, she didn't want Aidan to end up doing something horrible.

Marcus took a swing at Aidan, fist landing against Aidan's jaw. It must have been painful and would've given anyone else pause but Aidan seemed to be in a trance, oblivious to the wound, and simply continued to fight. He returned the punch with equal ferocity, slamming Marcus back to the ground.

Desperate, she threw herself on Aidan's back, clinging to him, clutching his clothes to pull him back. "Stop, Aidan. Please stop!" He stepped backwards unexpectedly; in turn, she lost her balance and her knees gave way. She fell to the ground, groaning in pain – and it was that which finally captured his attention. He was panting for air when he leaned down next to her.

"Are you okay?"

Cupping his face, she used her thumbs to swipe the blood from his bleeding lips. "Don't do this. Let him go."

The deep pools of his eyes were a vivid green, roaring with turbulent anger. "He hurt you!"

"But I'm fine now. I'm fine. See?"

His gaze pierced through her, studying her intently. Soon, she sensed a shift in him. The calm returned to his face as he held her gently when, once again, Marcus sucked-punched him from behind. She shrieked, watching Aidan fall down next to her. Hot rage coursed through her veins. Grabbing Marcus's leg, she bit into his skin as hard as she could. He screamed in pain, striking her face with extreme force. Instantly, everything went dark.

*****

Now...

Aidan sifted through all the photos of Sage in front of him, studying every detailed image until it was etched into his brain. Her hair no longer reached her waist; it was much shorter now, resting just below her shoulders. She was wearing business suits in most of the pictures, appearing professional and sophisticated – a far cry from the casual girl he remembered.

Most importantly, she was happy. And not alone.

In the pictures the investigator had sent him she was with a little girl. There were shots of them playing at the park, Sage walking her to school, one with her tying the kid's shoelaces and another where she was swiping the tears from her daughter's face.

He fixed his gaze on the little girl. Although the detective had yet to send him a birth certificate, he already knew the truth. Apparently she was in first grade, which made her about seven. He'd done the math and realised the kid had to be his. He studied her tiny face, hoping to spot some kind of resemblance to him – there was none. Then again, she didn't look like Sage either. If anything, her features were similar to Layal, Sage's mother.

Anger washed over him, red, hot, intense. He'd spent all these years imagining how he would make Sage regret leaving him, the many ways he would hurt her, but now there was nothing he could do. His hands were tied. She had his kid, and even he wasn't that much of a bastard that he'd do something to Sage which would inadvertently hurt the kid. To do so meant he was turning into his father.

For one moment he considered letting it all go and just moving on with his life. The kid looked alright, happy, maybe the best thing for everyone involved was to leave her with Sage – but a part of him yearned for answers. He needed to know why, he needed the truth.

At the very least, Sage owed him that much.

To be continued...

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