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sswissy · 2 years

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𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝖑𝖊 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖘 | 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔫

Dahlia Amato could've bashed her head into the nearby wall after suffering through the Latin lesson masked as breakfast that morning. Copia was incredibly sweet to let her borrow the very generous stack of flashcards stuffed into another recommended book. But now there was a pounding migraine starting and the lack of sleep wasn't helping in the slightest.

Not to mention, Copia had noticed her slightly nodding off and was determined to assist her 'insomnia problems'. The little white lie wasn't far from the truth, Dahlia was having problems getting to sleep when Dew was determined to make her cum at least three times a night. He didn't necessarily need to a full nights rest to stay alive unlike his counterpart. Granted Dew did need rest to somewhat function through rehearsal to appear no different to the Cardinal.

Now that she was awake however after two cups of coffee, it seemed pointless to catch some extra sleep. Instead she decided to take a trip to the library to find another book about the ghouls after loosing the other in the gardens. Dahlia was hoping someone found it, returned it to the proper place and she'd be able to finish it before Sister knew she lost it.

"Ah Dahlia! Wait for us!" The shouting from down the corridor made the woman jump in surprise. Turning around, Dahlia watched Cirrus and Cumulus racing down to meet up with her. It was a pleasant surprise to see the ghoulettes after mass a few nights ago.

"Hello Cirrus and Cumulus, how are you le signore?" Dahlia was pulled into a crushing hug by Cirrus who was ecstatic to catch up with the human. Not to mention, the curiosity was eating at the ghoulette after seeing Dewdrop that morning. His tail had been wagging excitingly like a puppy and a shit eating grin on his face. Not even one smart ass comment which could mean rehearsals later would go by smoothly.

"We're wonderful, of course. We were wondering if we could join you wherever that might be?" Cumulus was equally curious about how this small human could cause such a shift in the fire ghoul. Usually his sessions with the other sisters left him unsatisfied but not with this one. If anything, Dew actually seemed satisfied for once.

"I was just going to the library, you're more than welcome to join me?" Dahlia gestured to the double doors at the end of the corridor. Both of the ghoulettes followed closely behind even as the woman chose the seat closest to window for the warmth. They both sat across her on the couch unsure of which one would break and ask the human first. Dahlia hid behind the book knowing their mischievous smiles meant they had something to ask of her.

"You can ask me whatever it is, you know?" Her soft laughter echoing the quiet library as the two pointed at each other back and forth, seeing who'd crack first. And it seemed like neither of them would budge before Cirrus opened her mouth quickly spouting out the words.

"How are things with Dewdrop? Is he satisfying you enough? If not, you can tell us and we'll kick his ass back to hell." Cirrus' questions causing the woman to blush and drop the book into her lap. There was no beating around the bush with the ghoulettes, was there? Both of them were leaning forwards in anticipation and excitement showing in their smiles.

"Things are going well and um yes he's very good." Dahlia tried to distract herself with twisting the ring on her finger back and forth. Cirrus nudged Cumulus while laughing at how shy the woman was getting from the pink across her cheeks. Both of them thinking of seeing how far they could go in embarrassing her before she would race out of the library.

"We've heard he's very skilled with his tongue, is that true?" Cumulus tried to hold back her laughter as the human's eyes bounced around the room. Sex didn't bother Dahlia but the fact anyone could just walk in on them and with Dew being mentioned, things could be brought to the Imperator's attention. The only person she should've been fucking was Copia but the thought made her incredibly nauseous even if he was an attractive man.

"Yes he is." Dahlia admitted under her breath as the ghoulettes smirked, so far their little tricks were working. Cumulus giggled alongside Cirrus as the human looked puzzlingly at them.

"We've all heard about how Dew is in bed so don't feel embarrassed. But in all seriousness, you've brought a very different side to him." Cirrus had been surprised by how less feisty the fire ghoul had been that morning returning from the human's room. Usually he'd be fighting with Swiss over something utterly stupid or throwing picks from across the room at Aether. Or something was being set on fire purposely.

"I'm sure I have nothing to do with it, I'm that shiny new toy he's breaking in that's all." Dahlia dismissed the entire thought being tossed around. From her understanding, Dew wasn't someone who was committed to anyone in the clergy and wasn't the type of ghoul who would do so. He enjoyed giving pleasure to a multitude of people, Dahlia was no exception and soon enough he'd find another sister to entertain him.

"You're kidding, right? Have you not noticed how Dew is around you?" Cirrus was certain now that the human hadn't completed her required reading about ghouls. There was obvious signs to the ghouls at least minus Mountain perhaps that Dahlia was Dewdrop's mate, human or not.

"He acts like he wants to eat me, Cirrus." She laughed while thumbing through the book Copia gave her. Honestly she might've let him if it meant not marrying the Cardinal at this point.

"It's really important that you finished this book, Dahlia. It'll explain everything." Cumulus had grabbed one of the copies of the history of the ghouls passing it down to the woman. Being a ghouls mate wasn't easy for any human but being Dewdrop's? Frustrating to say the least unless he continued being as calm as he'd been that morning.

"Our cycle begins tonight at midnight. This is when our primal need to mate will be very high and Dew will seek you out. Just hopefully he won't be too rough with you..." Cirrus made a mental note to discuss things with the ghoul. This would after all be his first cycle with his mate and he'd most likely want to officially bond with her. Cirrus was hopeful that he wouldn't be that stupid considering the engagement and Sister keeping an eye on all of them. They knew she was sort of suspicious about Dew missing rehearsals and acting rather harsh towards the Cardinal. Bonding with Dahlia would make the situation ten times worse for everyone involved.

"Dew has a whole clergy to entertain during his cycle, I'm sure I'm safe." Dahlia grimaced at the thought of him seeking the other sisters. There was nothing wrong with enjoying multiple partners but she was honestly hoping Dew could stay satisfied with just her. Even if he said sweeter things last night, Dahlia was still highly doubtful. It could've been his upcoming cycle screwing with him even if the thought broke her heart just a bit.

"Dew may just surprise you. We must get ready for rehearsals but thank you for letting us join you!" Cirrus and Cumulus bounced up to wrap Dahlia up into a warm hug before leaving the library. Her eyes trailed down to the book they'd given her before taking a deep breath and opening it up to the chapter she'd left off on.

translations:

le signore - ladies

#ghost bc #ghost band #dewdrop ghoul #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #dewdrop x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #cardinal copia #lost without you fic

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thatoneweebsworld · 2 years

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My Anaconda Do

Well folks I told y'all I'd be writing for Levi later so here we go

Warnings: soft vore, Levi has an eight inch snake tongue and knows how to use it, g/t, Levi just being Levi

Levi had had enough. After hearing about what happened with Beel and then watching Mammon steal you away, his jealousy was starting to get out of hand. In fact, it was during your weekend late night gaming session that the matter first came up. You noticed that he was glancing at you far more than usual, especially for ranked matches. After a pretty pathetic five round losing streak, Levi looked as though he were about to smash his controller. Just before throwing the well-used button board Levi gently set it on the floor. You couldn't help but ask if there was anything you could do to help him feel better. Unlike previous lows where Levi simply hid himself in his blankets and tried to reflect all of your affection, he did have something in mind.

"C-c-can I... taste you? You let the others...." You paused for a moment. While you somewhat figured it was only a matter of time before all your demonic friends partners/lovers gulped you down Levi was rather low on your list of suspects. He even had the courage to ask you directly. "N-never mind! You probably don't want to be in my dehydrated otaku stomach anyways..." Your hand rested on Levi's shoulder reassuringly. "You can absolutely taste me, swallow me even. Solomon heard the news and gave me this choker to protect me." You put on the simplistic band with a single metal pendant of a symbol you had never seen before. You looked dead at Levi and gave him a soft smile. "I'm sure it'll feel amazing too."

Levi sighs, no longer able to deny himself the possible pleasure. "Fine... b-but I will tell you my tongue is weird..." You cock your head. You had known Levi's tongue was forked, but you hadn't seen him in his demon form enough to know anything more. Levi's overcoat began darkening and shrinking away into a simple hoodie, colors bleeding into his pants in a diamond pattern. His tail whipped out behind him not a moment later and his horns sprouted outward like vines. His whole body seemed to shimmer a bit like scales catching the light from the screen still on. Lo and behold, Levi's tongue was more than simply forked. It was long, a clean eight inches of thin yet muscular flesh. He flicked it out like a ribbon to demonstrate and also ease your nerves. His face was bright red and his tail would not stop moving.

You approached him carefully but the distance between you two shifted from just next to eachother to around 10 paces away. You were now only a few inches tall, shorter than the tongue. Levi's face stayed red as he shyly licked your arm. Unlike the rest of his non-gamer movements he had incredible control over the entire length of the appendage and accuracy too. One of the two tips caressed the side of your face. "A-are you ready?" You could hear both the apprehension and hint of anticipation in Levi's voice. You nodded and soon you were wrapped and trapped in the surprisingly dry tongue. It felt smooth, like it should be slimy, but it wasn't. The tip was prompt to sneak its way under your shirt and graze over your stomach. After a moment a tip wound up circling inside your navel, making you giggle. Levi jolted at the soft sound and pulled you closer. Your entire body could easily fit in his mouth and down his throat.

Finally, after what felt like forever yet still not enough, Levi had finished playing with you. (I'll let you fill in what the anaconda can do) You could feel that it was time to get down to business. Levi allowed his tongue to pull you closer and closer to his mouth, but stopped and gave a questioning look before pulling you in all the way. There was nothing you could do at the time, so you simply nodded. He was quick to pull you the rest of the way in past his fangs and release you. It was already dark before you were free to move again but that only lasted for about a moment. The tongue you sat on then rippled and sent you down, down, down into Levi. He was so fast with how tiny you were that you didn't even notice him trace you down. His stomach, thanks to your smaller size, felt far larger.

Similarly to Mammon, Levi did catch his breath a bit and let you grow inside him a little, but you were nowhere near full size. Just the tiniest bit of tension formed on the walls of his stomach and it was almost painfully slow to get to that size. "Y-you ok?" Levi asked, hunched over so you could hear easier. You covered your ears. "I'm fine!" you screamed. Your somewhat small voicebox had to carry through his more reptilian innards and a layer of scaly tissue. "Don't talk so loud, I'm right here!" Levi seemed startled to hear that and you could feel his whole body heat up from blushing. The reality of the situation hit him. You, the one who accepted him for being as weird as he was, were inside of him. His tail curled around the front of his stomach and lightly pressed into you. It wove almost in waves over the slightly taut skin outside to try and settle him. While both Beel's and Mammon's innards sound rather human-like (even though Beel's is a bit more like starvation more often than not), Levi's sounds shockingly similar to the ocean. His bile sort of waves with every movement. The sensation can be, if not looked at as stomach acid, comparable to having waves wash up at your ankles. It was an odd sort of relaxation but functioning as the means of Levi's own relaxation you simply let the feeling in. You could hear Levi sigh contentedly above you and reached out to caress him back. You could feel the shock of the sensation run through him, but based on the fact that his tail poked right where you sat, he wanted you to do it again. And you didn't stop. Hearing the purring up above was simply too divine.

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soliloquyepistolary · 2 years

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Last night we were talking a lot about sex and I started to feel an uncomfortable sensation in my heart and had to pull away to rebalance my energy. I tried to shake it off by taking a nap and meditating which took me one hour. I even tried to research about psychic attack, it really doesn’t feel like that is what was happening. All I know is I felt very lethargic and drained all of a sudden, and I questioned again, the motives behind why you say certain things. Why were you telling me all these intimate details about your sex lives with these people. I believe it was my own insecurities being reflected back at me. I feel bad that I showed that video about psychic attacks, I realise it’s very rude, I will have to apologise later. I think I wanted to blame you for making me feel that way. Maybe I wanted to make you feel bad too. I can tell from the way you reacted from me telling you that you weren’t doing that at all. I sense that you genuinely felt bad for making me feel uncomfortable. I really wish that you didn’t have to be the one who is apologising all the time, the power imbalance we have is completely weighted on my side. Perhaps the tables had to be turned so as to not have a repeat of what happened last time with that person who I had the same age gap with. It seems like I am still learning some type of lesson that has to due with boundaries. I can’t seem to enforce them. Or maybe it’s about telling people how I feel in the moment when it happens instead of waiting. Yesterday you asked me if we will fall in love with one person or many on NE and I get the feeling it was a loaded question so I deflected of course. Today you said you think you’re demi-sexual.

Before I went to sleep I told myself that I already know the truth about him but now I want to consciously aware of it. I said to myself multiple times and had faith that I would be shown the answer. I had a dream that you went into my bed and you were holding me. We were in this room but it was back when I had a bunk bed and I was on the lower half. It felt unbelievably tender and so caring. I could feel that you really, really loved me. Your arms moving into different positions over my body and it was like heaven. We both blocked our ears when my mum went to the toilet LOL. I also being consciously aware and slightly anxious about your nether region a couple of times but thankfully nothing happened. It was only for a couple of minutes and after you grinned at me and left the room. When you were gone I suddenly realised that I was naked, my clothes at my ankles. I suddenly felt embarrassed and scrambled to put them back on. Suddenly my sister appeared as I was doing this and she smirked at me and teased me about how what I had just been doing. She started talking about the sex she has with her BF and tried to hand me a white piece of paper with instructions on their favourite positions to do. It was written in a black sharpie and they even had a title for it. Even though I weirdly took the paper off her I didn’t want to see it. I can sense now that I want to be the type of person who can digest these things casually but I’m actually not. I think I’m supposed to trust you... I had another dream where I was at work visiting my friends. And I took a glimpse of the scripts in line and saw my ex’s mother who was about third in line. I’m pretty sure she knew I saw her, I freaked out and ducked behind the counter immediately. I hid myself by lying under a table and messaged you about it. I think you replied back with something like ‘with what you’ve told me about her I don’t want to hear what she has to say’. After while I could sense that she was still in the shop so I tried to escape out the door of the warehouse. I could overhear the conversation and realised that she wasn’t simply here as a customer but to be an employee. There was no way to continue avoiding her so I turned around and greeted her. We ended up having a somewhat uncomfortable conversation. I don’t know why but I feel like she harboured some resentment for me because she made an accusatory remark about my part to play in the failure of my relationship with me ex. I don’t think she liked that I never introduced him to my parents. I started telling her how grateful I was for everything she did for me back then, inviting me into her home and looking after me. I extended those thanks to her husband. Now I’m starting to wonder if you cheated on me.

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starks-hero · 3 years

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Right a Wrong

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Word Count: 3,745

Warnings: a bit of a make-out session but not enough to be classed as smut, tfatws spoilers! 1x05

a/n: This is a direct result of watching episode 5 too many times. Spoilers below!

|| Part Two ||

Small waves lapped gently against the dock and the afternoon sun warmed your back as you worked on the old boat.

You were standing side by side with Bucky, crowbar in hand as you attempted to pry off the old metal cleats from the boats side, whilst he expertly pulled rusted pipes apart and threw them into a pile. As if on queue, one of the pipes on the opposite side of the ship burst, hissing and spurting out white clouds of steam. You marvelled at how quickly Bucky reacted, quickly crossing the deck and sealing the leak with an abrupt upward turn of the pipe with his metal arm.

"Where did you learn so much about fixing boats?" You teased, motioning to the now fixed pipe with your crowbar. Bucky dusted off his hands.

"I used to work on the docks in Brooklyn before the war." He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and taking a seat on a crate next to you. "I picked up a few things."

He furthered his point by leaning over and pulling at the cleat you'd been grappling with. It came away from where it was attached to the boat's side with ease in Buckys iron grip. He smirked as he tossed the scrap aside and you rolled your eyes.

"Show off."

Bucky chuckled, sitting back as Sam stepped onto the boat. He was carrying a crate in one hand and shook his head when he noticed Bucky's smirk and your dismissive smile.

"Alright, you two." He placed the crate down and pulled out two green bottles, throwing one to Bucky and handing you the other. "Beer break."

Sam took a seat across from you both and you sighed as you opened your beer, raising it up to Bucky.

His annoyance was discredited by the fond smile that broke through his expression as he begrudgingly clinked his bottle with yours. You reached over and did the same with Sam as the three of you relaxed under the heat of the Louisiana sun.

"It's starting to look good," you noted as you glanced around the boat and Sam smiled.

"Yeah, it's coming together." He took a swig of his beer. "You know, Sarah and I were talking." He started and both you and Bucky glanced up at him. "And we could use the help. Don't suppose you two would consider staying around a while? Just till we get a lead on Karli."

The offer caused a noticeable smile to pull at your lips whilst Bucky shifted beside you at Sam's words. His agitation grew and he stood.

"I've got my plane to catch tomorrow, a hotel room for the night," he said, raising his bottle to his lips to hide his doubt. He really didn't have that much of a plan beyond that.

"You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?" Sam asked and Bucky shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make it weird for your family."

"Just stay here," Sam said and you couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The truth was you really didn't really want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's and spending the day fixing up an old run-down family boat that made everything seem so normal. It gave you a sense of home, a sense of normality that you hadn't had in a long time. For a while, it even made you forget about the flag smashers, Walker, all of it. It was a much-needed break.

"The people in this town are the most welcoming in the world. They don't care if you wear small t-shirts or if you've got six toes or if your mom is your aunt-"

You laughed and Bucky barely hid a chuckle behind a huff of breath and a bright smile.

"Okay, I get it. The people are nice."

You placed your bottle aside and turned to Sam.

"You're sure Sarah doesn't mind?" you asked and Sam's smile only widened.

"She's the one that offered."

Grinning, you sat back and nodded. "Then I don't see why not."

"See?" Sam pointed to you and then Bucky. "Just stay, man."

Bucky shuffled his feet for a moment before finally answering with a begrudging, "Okay. Alright." He didn't say anything else as he turned and walked down the boat.

"He'll come around. He probably just wants his space." You said, picking up your beer. Sam nodded, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I hope you're right."

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had in a while. Your hands and back hurt slightly from the tiring work on the boat, but it was a dull ache compared to the constant throbbing that came after a mission. Your cheeks were warm, surely as a result of the hours spent out in the sun the day before.

Both you and Bucky stayed the night. Sarah had offered you the spare room and after a solid fifteen minutes of bickering, you finally conceded to Bucky and agreed to sleep in the guest bed. He took the couch.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the water when you and Bucky both headed back out to the boat. Sam joined you not long after. You worked until mid-afternoon, reluctantly taking short breaks. You fell into a quick rhythm as you worked around the boat. Surprisingly, the three of you seemed to make a pretty decent team off of the battlefield.

"Hey, can you pass me a 12-300?" Sam asked from under the boat's control panel. Bucky reached into the toolbox and placed the wrench in Sam's outstretched hand. A few seconds later Sam was rolling out from under the controls and glaring disapprovingly at Bucky.

"What?"

"I asked for a 12-300," Sam stated plainly. "This is a 10-250."

"No, it's not." Bucky bit back.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Hey, geniuses." You cut their bickering short as both men turned to look at you. You held up the grease-slick wrench that had been misplaced and tossed it to Sam. "You left it below deck when you were working on the engine."

Sam muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he got back to work. Silence settled over the three of you for a few minutes until Sam decided it was getting awkward.

"So, are you still planning on leaving tonight?" He asked from under the station and Bucky nodded, before realising Sam couldn't see him.

"Yeah," he said loud enough for Sam to hear. "I'll be out of your way soon."

You could hear Sam's sigh from beneath you as he clambered back to his feet and stood between you and the super-soldier leaning against the wall of the cabin.

"Well, there's no hurry."

Sam didn't say anything else as he cleaned the oil and grease from his hands with a cloth and stepped off the boat. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back behind him.

"Go," you ordered plainly and he looked up at you.

"What?"

"Go," you said again, nodding your head towards where Sam was walking away. "You both need to talk. Bucky, whatever you're not saying, it's getting to you. So go talk to him."

Bucky hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He glared at nothing in particular but his gaze softened when it found you and he muttered a quiet, 'fine.' You stepped aside as he made his way past you and stepped up onto the dock, heading after Sam.

"And don't be a smart ass!" You called after him. He didn't reply, but you could only hope that Sam and Bucky's conversation would be somewhat constructive.

"Nice shot!" You retrieved the football from the back of the goal as Cass, Sam's eldest nephew, celebrated his score.

Once Sam and Bucky had left the boat, you had headed back to the house, helping Sarah with any errands or chores, doing anything you could to help out. Sam and Bucky had been gone a little over an hour and you didn't know if that meant their talk was going very well or very not. You'd been sitting rather uselessly on the couch, waiting in anticipation, when Sam's nephews had invited you to play a game of football. And how could you refuse?

You tossed the ball back to the boys who eagerly pounced at it. You were stood in the small goal, allowing both boys to take as many shots as they wanted. AJ stepped forward and kicked the ball, groaning when it flew off to the left, a few meters away from where you were standing and missed the net entirely. He glanced down at the ground, disheartened.

“Hey, it's alright, AJ.” You smiled as you ran to grab the ball and passed it back to him. “Come on, try again.”

With encouragement from his brother, he took the shot and this time the ball planted itself in the top corner of the goal. Both boys cheered as they celebrated and you smiled. You dusted yourself off, your knees and hands covered in dust from the football game as you turned to head back inside the house. Both boys protested as you left but you promised them you'd be back. The more time you spent with AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah, the more you didn't want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's that made you feel content. It was homely and offered a sense of normality that the last few weeks had caused you to miss.

You entered the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Sarah had told you over and over again to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand and just basked in the feeling of not having to worry about donning a suit and risking your life at a moments notice. It was something you could get used to.

“That was adorable.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice and you found Bucky joining you in the kitchen. He was smirking fondly.

“You and the boys.”

You chuckled softly and shrugged. “They're sweet kids.”

Bucky nodded, pulling a glass of his own from the shelf and filling it with water from the tap. It furthered the sense of domesticity that you were really starting to love. He took a seat at the table across from you.

“So,” you started as you placed your own glass aside. “How did it go? You and Sam.”

Bucky chuckled and you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine, but something about the grin that lingered on his lips had you banking on the latter.

‘‘Not bad,” he admitted eventually with a shrug. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “We talked. He said if I'm going to fix anything, if I'm going to get what's left of him out of my mind.” Bucky subconsciously ran his hand across his temple. “I'm going to have to put in the work. Help the people I wronged instead of just saying sorry.”

You nodded, silently making a note to thank Sam later on. He always had a way with words, he could always get through to people. That's why he was given the shield.

“He's got a point.”

Bucky scoffed and hung his head at your words. “I should have known you'd be on his side.” There was no hostility in his words. He just sounded amused, and maybe a little tired.

“I don't think this comes down to whose side I'm on, Bucky. We both want what's best for you.” You answered honestly and Bucky glimpsed up at you. He anxiously toyed with his hands as you spoke, looking vulnerable, and slightly lost despite how hard he tried to hide it. You knew Sam had already spoken to him, but it couldn't hurt for you to say something as well.

“Look Bucky, telling yourself that you're okay and that everything that happened doesn't matter anymore because you've made 'amends' isn't going to help.”

He sighed, shuffling his feet against the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I know,” he admitted quietly.

“And I know you're probably tired of hearing this but, you're not him anymore, Bucky. You're not the winter soldier. Everything you did whilst you were him wasn't your choice. Just because you remember it doesn't mean that it was your fault. It's not your responsibility to fix it.”

Bucky sighed but didn't interrupt. He was listening. This wasn't like the therapist that he was forced to sit in front of and lie to every other week. This was someone he trusted, someone whose words he valued. Someone he honestly believed could help. He sighed but nodded to show that he was still listening.

“I think Sam’s right,” you said. “It might not be your responsibility to fix everything that went wrong but trying could help. It could give you that closure that you keep chasing after. You need to let go, Bucky. You need to forgive yourself. Maybe you just need the people who are hurting to forgive you first. Then you can learn how to do the same.”

Bucky's expression was unreadable. So many emotions flashed across his eyes you found it difficult to pinpoint just one.

“How do I start?” he asked quietly. It just seemed impossible. There were so many people he'd hurt, so many people he'd wronged. He'd left children as orphans, wives as widows and parents childless. How could he possibly start trying to fix or make all those people feel in any way better?

You smiled softly at his question. “Small. One at a time,” you said simply. “Then just keep putting one in front of the other.”

Bucky considered your words, glancing down at his hands as he thought. Before long, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I can't decide who'd make a better therapist. You or Sam,” he joked and you laughed, shaking your head dismissively.

“Well, Sam did council veterans so I think he takes that title.”

“I'd say it's pretty tied,” Bucky said, walking across the kitchen and standing next to you as he washed his glass, drying it off and placing it back on the shelf. The room fell into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said after a moment, his tone sincere and his expression genuine as he looked at you. You nodded, gently placing your hand against his shoulder.

“Don't mention it. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.”

The sound of a football colliding with the wall dangerously close to the window followed by two voice's loudly shouting, 'sorry!' in unison drew a quaint laugh from you both.

“Duty calls.” You grinned, patting Bucky on the back as you passed him. “Team Wilson is missing its goalkeeper.”

Bucky chuckled, watching you go. You crossed the kitchen but his voice stopped you just as your hand reached the doors handle.

“Y/N?”

You turned back around to face him and couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more apprehensive than he had before.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled slowly, willing himself to tell you what was on his mind.

“I was just thinking things over and you know, I’m leaving today,” he hesitated slightly before glancing up at you. “And I guess I was wondering if you’d come with me?”

Your hand slipped from where it was still holding the brass handle of the door. You tilted your head as your mind fully processed his question. The shock must have been evident in your expression as Bucky rushed to continue.

“I know you're planning on staying here and I get why.” He pulled a tattered red book from his pocket which you immediately recognized as Steve’s. He began absentmindedly turning the pages, running his fingers over the paper. “I want to try and start fixing things, making things right. But truth is I have no idea where to start. I thought that maybe you could help me with that?”

“I thought you wanted your space," you admitted after a moment.

“No.” He shook his head. “That's the last thing I want.”

You thought it over, resting your back against the door. Bucky trusted you, evidently a lot more than you thought he did. Not only was he comfortable enough telling you how he felt and admitting he didn't know what to do next. But he also wanted you with him. It was clear he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm you by admitting just how badly he wanted you to go with him. But the way he eagerly watched you as he waited patiently for your answer was a dead give away.

You wanted to help Bucky, you wanted to be there for him. If that meant helping him right his wrongs and staying with him during that trying time, at least until Sam got a lead on Karli and the Flag Smashers, then you were more than happy to comply.

“You're sure about this?” you asked and Bucky pushed off the counter and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you.

“Absolutely.” His voice dropped down to a hushed whisper. “Come with me.” His hand gently caught your wrist, his fingers running up your arm. His face was inches from yours now, your breaths mingling. “Please?”

His lips pressed to yours before you could answer and you immediately kissed back. Your hand fell against his shoulder, the other laying gently against the nape of his neck. He groaned quietly against you, his arms finding your waist as he gently guided you backwards till your back met the wall. He pressed into you, his hands roaming up your body and you moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Yes.” You answered when he pulled away slightly and he smiled against you, relieved. Neither of you said anything else as Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, his thigh slipping between your legs as he pinned you to the wall.

God, he'd wanted to do this for so long. Wanted to kiss you, to feel you against him. He wanted you. Your hand slipped into his hair and you pulled him closer, smirking against him. You'd wanted this just as bad. And you both only had your own stubbornness to blame for taking so damn long. It didn't matter now though. Not as he gently bit down on your lower lip and you slipped your hand under his shirt and felt up his chest. It all felt so natural, so right.

“Ten minutes.”

Both your eyes flew open at the all too familiar voice, Bucky pulling away from you so quickly he only barely avoided falling over a nearby chair.

“I left you two alone to talk for ten minutes,” Sam repeated from where he was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed. You tried to subtly smoothen out your clothes whilst Bucky ran his hand through his tangled hair.

“We were,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. “We were talking. We...talked.”

Sam nodded, entirely unconvinced, and smirked. He reclined against the counter, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. A painfully awkward silence settled over the kitchen as Sam continued to shift his knowing stare from you to Bucky.

The humiliation of the entire situation seemed to get to Bucky first as he clasped his hands together after less than a minute.

“You know, what? I'm leaving in a few hours and I've got to pack so I better just go-” Bucky rambled as he shot you a subtle apologetic look before turning to Sam, who was nodding along in faux agreement to his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

Bucky quickly crossed the kitchen, Sam harshly patting him on the back as he passed him and left the room. Leaving just you and Sam alone. You turned to your friend and found that he was still grinning at you with that same mischievous look in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. In an attempt to act as though Sam hadn't just walked in on you and Bucky making out, you tried making normal conversation.

“Sam, there was actually something I wanted to tell you. I know I said I was going to stay for a while but I guess there's been a change of plan. I-”

“I know.” He cut you off and his smile only widened when you looked at him in utter confusion. “You honestly think he would have asked you to go with him if I didn't tell him to get his shit together first?”

Your confusion slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of disbelief. You laughed despite yourself. You should have known Sam had something to do with it. ‘‘How long have you been playing cupid?” you asked jokingly and Sam chuckled.

“He needs you, Y/N. More than he wants to admit,” Sam said, tone now more serious than before. “Things will be fine here, I'll call you as soon as Torres finds us something to work with. But right now, he needs your help before that hole he's stuck in gets too deep for him to climb out of.”

You sighed as the weight of Sam's words set in. He was right, Bucky really did need you. That wasn't a responsibility you could afford to take lightly. Not that you planned to.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said genuinely and Sam smirked as he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. He could tell you needed it.

“Anytime.” He pulled away and offered you a warning glare. “But I swear, if you two making out the minute I turn my back becomes a regular thing I'm going to kick both your asses.”

“Got it,” you nodded, barely stifling a laugh.

Sam's scowl melted into a smile and he motioned towards the stairs. “Go on, get your things together. You've got a plane to catch in a few hours.”

You smiled and headed upstairs after Bucky. Sam leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile. Getting you two together had taken more work than he'd thought. But he knew it would be worth it, you both needed each other. Whether you were willing to admit it or not. And Sam was confident that if there was anyone that could help Bucky and offer him that sense of home and peace that he was so desperately craving, it was you.

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theghostofblackbunnymask · 3 years

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Have you thought about writing a part 2 for the Yandere! Karlnapity story? I would love to see how Quackity deals with the aftermath of killing y/n. If not, it's all good.

Author's note- Oh mate I have, and boy will this be angsty...

Part 1

Warnings- Death, gore, implied past abuse, cursing and greif

Yandere Karlnapity x Reader Part 2

Quackity looked down at Y/N who was limp on the floor, their eyes looking dead as they stared at floor, blood seeping through shirt and blood coming from their head. Quackity dropped his axe and looked at his hands, covered in blood. Quackity looked up at the mirror and he began to tear up. He was covered in blood, Y/N's blood. Quackity didn't even remember the person in the mirror, he only saw a monster wearing his skin.

"Y/N, respawn, please..."

Quackity looked at their bed, but they never respawned. Quackity was confused until he counted Y/N's deaths, Y/N lost their first canon life to Dream and their second from when Schlatt executed them with Tubbo. Then that's when Quackity's blood went cold, he took their last canon life.

"Wait, no, no! I didn't, I thought..." Quackity said as his voice began to break.

Quackity looked at Y/N and hugged them, not wanting to let them go.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please, come back, please, you're all I have left..."

Silence...

"Karl and Sapnap were right, I'm too unstable to take care of you..."

With Karl and Sapnap...

"Karl, you can go back and time and save them, right?" Sapnap asked.

"No, I don't think I can, if I do than it could seriously mess up the future..."

"Well, can you at least see what happened?!" Sapnap asked.

"I can, but I can't interfere..."

"Ok..." Sapnap said.

When Karl got back to the time Y/N was killed, he hid in Quackity's Penthouse. Karl watched as Quackity pulled out an axe.

"Quackity, wait!"

Quackity pushed Y/N to the floor, making Y/N hit their head on the floor, making their head begin to bleed.

"Maybe killing you will remind you of your place..."

Quackity began to plunge the axe into Y/N's chest and stomach until he saw they were at half a heart.

"STOP! PLEASE, HALF A HEART!" Y/N yelled, holding their body in pain.

"Like I said, you deserve this..."

And then they were gone... Blood everywhere as they fell onto their stomach, their cold dead eyes staring directly at Karl's panicked and scared ones.

Karl went back to the present shaking, he was shaking so bad he couldn't even stand up. Sapnap caught Karl as he fell.

"What happened?"

Karl shook his head as Y/N's face kept showing up in his head, the way he just sat there and did nothing, and seeing their final moments alive haunt him.

"I can't relive it, I can't, I'm sorry. It was awful, their face... What Quackity did... I don't want to remember this, I want to forget what I saw! But I just can't!" Karl said as he cried in Sapnap's arms.

Sapnap rubbed Karl's back as he comforted him. Sapnap felt awful for making Karl see that, and having it traumatize him this much made it even worse.

"Shhh, it's ok Karl, it's ok..."

3 months later...

"The books, Dream," Quackity said, glaring at the man wo was bloody on the floor.

"H-Here..." Dream said, writing down the stuff needed for the revival book before giving it to Quackity.

"I need two."

"But you said you-"

Quackity pointed the axe towards Dream, making Dream shut up and hand him another one.

"Thank you, enjoy your stay Dream," Quackity said as he stepped on the platform.

When Quackity got off Sam was waiting for him.

"Perfect," Quackity said.

"Mhm.," Sam said as he began to escort Quackity from outside of the prison.

"Quackity, can you promise me something?"

"What is it?" Quackity asked, examining every detail within the revival book.

"When you bring Y/N back, protect them, and control yourself. I don't want to hear again that Y/N got killed, either from your lack of control or from someone else."

Quackity looked up at Sam and smirked sadly.

"I promise, I don't plan on letting them die, and especially from my own hands," Quackity said as he left the prison.

At Las Nevadas...

Quackity looked at both of the revival books, one had 'Schlatt' written on it, while the other had 'Y/N' written on it. Taking a a deep breath, Quackity threw both into the fire, watching as they burned into ashes.

Quackity left his office and walked to where Schlatt was buried, when he got there he saw horns that looked too familiar.

"Quackity! How are you doing old friend? Thanks for bringing me back." Schlatt asked, pulling Quackity close.

"I don't have time for your antics, come with me," Quackity demanded.

"Oh, you're in a awful rush, and look, you finally had an ass," Schlatt teased as he followed.

"Shut up Schlatt!" Quackity yelled in frustration.

Schlatt walked in front of Quackity and grabbed Quackity by his chin while he held him by his wast.

"Deny it all you want Baby, you know you still love me, and you know that you're still useless without me," Schlatt said, watching as Quackity's pissed off face turn to one of sadness and fear.

Quackity looked to the side before pushing Schlatt away.

"I'm not fucking useless! I have my own fucking country, and unlike you, I actually know how to run it! I don't fucking abuse my employees and drink so much alcohol that I can't even do my fucking job!" Quackity said as he walked past Schlatt, who was shocked, pissed and somewhat amused.

Schlatt followed Quackity as they both walked into a forest.

"Where the hell are we going?"

"Shut up and don't worry about it."

Quackity stopped walking when he heard a sound. Walking towards it, he saw Y/N, who sat there confused. Y/N had a streak of white in their hair, just like Wilbur. Quackity slowly walked towards them, and when Y/N looked at him he stood still.

"Q-Quackity?"

Quackity ran over to Y/N and hugged them, knocking them over. Schlatt wasn't paying attention to the scene and was just smoking behind a tree.

"Y/N I'm so sorry! I won't do this again, I swear..." Quackity said, pulling them close.

Y/N hesitantly hugged Quackity back, not sure if this was a trick or one of his many lies.

"Where am i?" Y/N said in a cold and dead voice, pushing Quackity away as they looked around.

"Your grave, I buried you where you, Karl, Sapnap and I met..."

Y/N looked around before standing up giving Quackity the cold shoulder.

"I hate you..." Y/N said, speaking their mind to Quackity for the first time in years.

"W-What..."

"You killed me, I don't want you to hurt me again! The pain I felt... It still hurts," Y/N said, beginning to shake as they held their stomach.

"I want the old Quackity back, not you... I want Karl and Sapnap back, I just want to have them back! You're not Quackity, you're a demon wearing his skin..."

Quackity's heart broke in two as he saw Y/N point at him, their eyes holding nothing but pain. Schlatt began to chuckle as he heard the two talk. Y/N looked away from Quackity and began to walk off.

"Wait, no!" Quackity said, grabbing their wrist, preventing them from leaving.

"Let me make it up to you, please! I'll change, I'll let you see Karl and Sapnap again, I just want you to be happy, and I don't want you to leave me..."

Y/N looked at Quackity before thinking about what to do.

"You promise?"

"Promise."

"Ok, I'll come back..."

5 hours later...

Karl was cuddling up with Sapnap when both of them got a private message from Quackity.

"Come to Las Nevadas."

Sapnap and Karl looked at each other, thinking the same thing.

"This may be a trap," Sapnal said.

"I know, but, I want to hear what he has go say."

Karl and Sapnap walked into the Las Nevadas, only to be greeted by Quackity himself.

"What is it Quackity?" Sapnap asked.

"Karl, Sapnap, I'm sorry, I really am, and I know you won't forgive, and may want nothing to do with me, but please, let me explain."

Karl and Sapnap glanced at each other before nodding, agreeing to let Quackity explain.

"I revived Y/N, and they really miss you two, a lot, and so do I. They want all of us together again, to be happy again. You may not want anything to do with me, but please, for Y/N..."

Karl and Sapnap hugged Quackity without a second thought, catching him off guard.

"We thought you'd never ask," Sapnap said.

Quackity hugged the two back before they all started to walk off.

"Where's Y/N?" Karl asked as the three went up the glass elevator.

"My penthouse," Quackity said as he exited the elevator and walked to the room which led to it.

Quackity unlocked the door and entered, Karl and Sapnap following after. Y/N was no where to be seen, but you could hear them crying in their room. Sapnap and Karl slowly opened the door and saw Y/N sitting on their bed, rolled up in a blanket as they silently cried. Y/N stopped when they got knocked over by someone. Turning their head, they saw Sapnap and Karl hugging them, which surprised them.

"Sapnap, Karl..." Y/N whispered.

"We missed you so much!" Sapnap said.

"Yeah, we thought you'd never come back!" Karl said.

Quackity had a warm smile on his face as he watched what happened, it reminded him when they were all together, before Kinoko Kingdom and before Las Nevadas. When Quackity turned around to leave, Karl grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hug, trapped him as Karl cuddled him. Y/N fell asleep while Sapnap cuddled them. Even though their relationship wasn't the best, it made them all happy.

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princehrry-writings · 3 years

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Daddy?

happy Easter if you celebrate it!! I've been working on this for a couple weeks!! It's the longest one-shot I think I've ever written.

word count: 5180

please please please flood my inbox with your thoughts and comments!! i want to know what you think!!!

warnings: some swearing (i think), absent birth father, single mom, nothing too serious.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her.

Y/n is a single mom and Harry wants to be a part of the family.

Getting pregnant was definitely not something Y/n wanted to be doing at 20 years old. She had a boyfriend and the career of her dreams but as soon as the news broke, one of those things was no longer true. Her ex skipped town faster than she could even finish telling him she was pregnant, so Y/n was left to her own devices since her family was so far away.

She was a songwriter. She had worked with all the big names in the industry from Taylor Swift to All Time Low. She was known for being able to write in any genre, that’s what set her apart and why people were clawing at the chance to work with her.

And then she got pregnant. She kept writing songs until she was eight and a half months along but due to minor complications, her doctor had ordered her to stay home. So she did. She stayed home, had the baby, and raised her all by herself. Now that baby, whose name is Stella, is four years old and is traveling the world with her mom. Y/n had gone back to work when Stella was a year old. At first, she would leave her baby with a sitter, but eventually, she got to a point where Stella was old enough to come along to writing sessions and quietly color or play with toys in a corner. She really liked going to work with her mom. She got to see a bunch of cool places and meet a lot of nice people.

And one of those people was Harry Styles. Y/n had met him a few times back when he was with One Direction, had even tried to work with the band a few times but things never lined up right. But now he was making his second studio album and only wanted the best of the best to write with him so naturally, he called Y/n. Harry knew she had a kid but he didn’t expect her to bring said kid to a writing session. Harry didn’t really mind- he loves kids, but his friends had been known to curse a lot and he didn’t want to cause any harm to the child.

He made sure to give everyone a stern talking to, even though Kid already knew to hold his tongue (his little ones had repeated some colorful words a few times). He wanted everything to go right, needed it to. Y/n was more than just another songwriter.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it!” Harry smiled as she walked into the studio. She smiled back, walking into his open arms for a hug.

“Thank you so much for having me, I’m super stoked to be working with you!” She said, slightly muffled by his neck. Harry looked down behind Y/n and saw a little girl that looked exactly like the woman currently in his arms looking right back up at him. When the two pulled away Harry was quick to kneel down to her height.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her. Although he wasn’t mad, he understood Y/n had to teach her not to say things like that even if they were funny.

When Stella had settled at a table out of the way of the adults in the room with her coloring book and a juice box, the work began. Y/n and Harry sat at a piano bench ( he hoped she couldn’t hear his pounding heart) while Kid and Mitch, along with Jeff, sat scattered around the other furniture in the studio.

“So, I have a couple of ideas that I’ve been sitting on that I think you might like. You can look through this and see if there's something that catches your eye.” Y/n said, handing Harry a notebook. She tried to ignore the tingle she felt run up her arm when their fingers brushed. He flipped around the pages, noticing random little doodles in the corners and in between lines, and the somewhat messy but readable handwriting. He thought it was cute how she connected her s’s to her t’s and k’s when she wrote.

One page, in particular, caught his attention.

Golden, Golden, Golden

As I open my eyes

Hold it, focus

So you take me back to the light

I know you were way too bright for me

I’m hopeless, broken

So you wait for me in the sky

Brown my skin just right

“Is this a verse or a chorus?” He asked, pointing it out to her. She shrugged saying she didn’t really know yet but it would probably be a verse.

“I like it a lot,” He said and she smiled, picking up her guitar and strumming it to the tune she had thought of for the words. He listened and nodded along, already getting ideas for where to go next.

“I like the golden thing. I think that could be a good hook, something like we’re so golden,” Kid spoke up, tapping his fingers along to what she was playing.

“Or you’re so golden,” Mitch suggested. Harry and Y/n’s eyes widened at the same time, both looking up at each other when they heard the line.

“You’re so golden, you’re so golden…” Y/n hummed.

“I’m out of my head, and I know what you said about hearts get broken,”

“How about I’m out of my head and I know that you’re scared because hearts get broken,”

“I like that better, yeah!” Harry smiled, nodding along to the beat.

Y/n looked over 30 minutes later to see Stella had sprawled out on the floor with her arms folded beneath her head, first finger stuck into her mouth, and she smiled, breathing out a laugh.

“She’s so precious,” Harry murmured from beside you. Your gaze found his and the smile on your face widened a little bit.

“She is, isn’t she.” She said, pride present in her eyes.

“Looks just like you as well,”

“Yeah thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if she had ended up looking like her sperm donor,” Malice dripped from the end of her phrase. Y/n couldn’t even entertain the idea of her looking like the man who helped create her. That nerve was still a little raw, not because she had any remaining feelings, but because he had abandoned not only her but the beautiful baby girl who was napping not 15 feet away from her. She figured they were better off without him, yet her heart always shattered a little when Stella asked if she had a daddy like the people she sees on tv.

“I couldn’t imagine finding out the woman I loved was pregnant and then leaving her, any real man would have stayed.” His eyes were genuine, which she appreciated. Most people would say they felt sorry for her, pity dripping from their gaze, but she didn’t need pity, didn’t need people to feel sorry for her. But what Harry said was out of pity, he just honestly couldn’t understand how anyone would abandon a child.

“Yeah well, I guess I just wasn’t the woman he loved.” She said, looking back at her baby. Stella made all of that pain from when he disappeared worth it.

Harry wanted to be able to take that pain away.

---

“Hey I know it’s late, but I have this idea and I want you to hear it,” Harry’s raspy voice chimed through the speaker of Y/n’s phone. She glanced at the time, reading 1:30 AM, and sighed.

“Ok,”

“Come open the door,” He said.

“Wait what? You’re here?”

“Yeah, come on. It’s cold out here.”

“Ugh, hold on,” The woman sighed, hanging up and tip-toeing out of her room so her footsteps wouldn’t wake the sleeping four-year-old in the next room over. Her door was open and she was a light sleeper.

The door swung open and Harry stood there with a small smile on his face, burrowing as deep into his coat as he could to shield himself from the cold air outside.

“Hi!” His cheeky smile made Y/n’s heart flutter.

This was the first of many times he would show up at her place in the middle of the night.

---

Another night of Harry coming over late with a song idea he couldn’t wait to show Y/n, although now it was more he would come over after Stella fell asleep and the two would watch movies and talk, and sometimes write songs (even though the album was done).

The pair were perched on the couch in a heated conversation about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza (it does and that is a fact not an opinion) when the sound of little footsteps caught their attention. They both looked up from where they sat at the sound of loud crying coming down the stairs, seeing a small child with tears barreling down her face, cheeks flush an angry red, first finger stuck in her mouth, teddy bear clutched tightly to her chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Y/n cooed, getting up and sweeping her into her arms. She went and sat back down on the couch, cradling the baby to her chest, brushing her hair out of her face, and rocking her back and forth.

“Scawwy dweam mommy,” She hiccuped into her mom’s neck, where she hid her face. Her tiny hands clutched onto her shirt, finger stick tucked between her lips.

Harry held back a coo at the little girl, feeling himself fall further and further for the little family of two sitting before him. He hadn’t been able to take his mind off of them since that first day he met Stella. He’d always had a schoolboy crush on Y/n since they first met all those years ago but knew it was one-sided when she introduced her boyfriend one of the last times they had seen each other. As fate would have it though, they found their way back to each other. Neither of them could deny the feelings they held, but Y/n was scared to bring someone into the picture because she didn’t want Stella to get attached to someone who wouldn’t be permanent. She was lucky her ex left before he ever got the chance to meet Stella, the kid had no clue what she was missing, therefore didn’t have any pain due to her absent father.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t imagine Harry stepping into that role. But she couldn’t ask that of him. He was at a time in his career where he didn’t have time to be the father of a four year old.

But life is full of surprises.

“Hawwy.” The baby whimpered and crawled off of Y/n’s chest, into his lap and snuggled her head right into him like it was where she was meant to be all along. His heart just about burst when the little girl fisted his shirt, tucking herself into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, cradling her into him and rocking her back and forth like her mother had been only moments ago.

Stella calms down almost immediately, to Y/n’s surprise. It usually takes her a while to console her baby from bad dreams, but all Harry had to do was hold her, and boom, no more tears.

“You alright petal?” He cooed into her hair, soothing his hand up and down her back to keep her calm. She nodded, letting out a huge yawn and closing her eyes, falling back asleep in his arms.

Y/n was astonished. Stella had never fallen asleep on anyone but her mom or her grandmother. She’s known Harry for a few months and was acting like he’d been there her whole life.

“Wow… she loves you.” Y/n whispered, not really meaning for him to hear but he did and his smile gave her the impression that he loved her too. But Stella wasn’t the only one he felt such affections for.

“Y/n....” He starts after a moment of silence, “I know this sounds crazy because we’ve only truly known each other for a few months… but I’ve had feelings for you for years. I missed my opportunity when you got with your ex but I’m here now, and I love you, and I love Stella, and I would do anything to stay in both of your lives if you’d have me. I want to be here for you, and I want to be here for her as well.” His confession shocked the woman sitting across from him.

Y/n was quiet, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought while she took in what he was saying. Trying her best to keep her fantasies of playing house with him at bay, she spoke.

“Harry, as much as all of that sounds lovely, you’re about to start press for the album and then go on tour. You’re not gonna have time to be in a relationship, and as much as I wish I could just jump into something like that, I can’t. I have her to think about…” She gestured to the toddler sleeping on him.

“She needs consistency, her life is already hectic enough.”

“So come with me!” He spouted, and then retracted a bit realizing he could wake Stella up.

“What?”

“Come with me! You two travel around already, so come on the press tour with me and then come on the big tour with me! I know this sounds impulsive and it’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever said in my life ever, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. I know what I want Y/n, and that’s to be a part of this family. I want to be a part of your lives!”

“Harry, I-”

“Please Y/n. Give me a chance! I won’t let you down!” The gleam in his eyes shows her that he’s serious. He really does want this. Harry just hopes that Y/n can see just how willing he is, how much it would mean to him to have (what he already affectionately considers to be) his girls with him on tour.

It’s quiet, only sounds of Stella’s even breaths and the light noise of her sucking on her finger fill the room. Eventually, Y/n gathers her thoughts, mind made up.

“We’ll try it out… see how it goes….” She said, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding on to. Harry’s smile grew tenfold at her confession, reaching over and bringing her face closer to his to kiss her lips, careful not to wake the baby in his arms.

He had never been happier, Harry decides, than he is right now.

---

“Hawwy?” Stella’s voice catches Y/n’s attention from where she sits on the plane, in between her and Harry. She turns her little head to the man sitting in the aisle seat, big round eyes staring right into his.

“What is it, lovebug?” He asks, pushing her wild baby hairs away from her eyes. Y/n did her very best not to coo at the two of them. Harry had fallen perfectly into step with the mother and daughter, like this duo had been a trio all along. She was still hesitant to think of him as a father figure for Stella though, just because if things went south somehow, she didn’t want her baby suffering a loss like that (a second time).

Stella’s little fists rubbed at her tired eyes. She let out a small ‘hmph’ and laid her head on Harry’s arm, wrapping her own little arms around his.

“Awe you my daddy?” She asked and Y/n choked on her spit, looking back over at the toddler.

“Stella, baby-”

“I would love to be your daddy lovebug, but that’s not really up to me…” He spoke and glanced up at Y/n quickly, trepidation clear in his eyes. Harry was afraid he might overstep. Sure he knew that things were still new between him and Y/n but he wanted nothing more than for Stella to think of him as her dad.

“Who’s it up to?” Y/n could tell she was about to fall asleep but was fighting it in order to get her answers. She had adjusted to a more fast pace schedule quite nicely. She slept through most plane and car rides and absolutely loved being backstage at concerts. Harry thought she looked so adorable with her big noise-canceling headphones on. They had been on the road for a few months now, and it had been 8 months since Y/n decided to give him a chance.

“It’s up to mummy, baby.” He answered, his fingers tangling into his chestnut curls in a futile attempt to keep them out of his face.

Stella’s head immediately whipped to look at her mom, who sat frozen in her seat, not knowing what to do.

“Mommy, is Hawwy my daddy?” She repeated her question. Y/n had a feeling that Stella thought Harry was her real dad, the one that her mom didn’t like to talk about. She had to make sure there was no confusion.

“Not like you're thinking he is, baby. He’s not your birth dad, he didn’t help mommy make you, but if you want him to be your daddy, then that’s ok with me.” Y/n locked eyes with the man sitting across from her with a smile on his face. She was glad that they were flying private because she really didn’t need anyone ruining this moment for them. All her fears of this not working out felt stupid now.

How could she ever think that things with Harry wouldn’t work out? He was right where he belonged.

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“Daddy!”

“Baby!” Harry knelt down to catch the running (almost) 5 year old, picking her up and spinning her around in his arms. They were in England for two weeks on tour. One for shows, and one so that Y/n and Stella could meet Harry’s mom and sister for the first time as a part of the family. Y/n had met them before as “a friend of Harry’s” many years ago, but they had never met her as Harry’s girlfriend, and they hadn’t met Stella.

Currently, Harry was in the middle of a show and Stella had just escaped her mothers arms side stage in favor of running to her dad. Y/n still couldn’t get over saying that. Harry is Stella’s dad. She doesn’t think that will ever get old.

No one knew how serious the relationship between Y/n and Harry was. The public knew they were together (after a very vague post on instagram of the mother/daughter duo napping with the caption “my girls”). Many people thought this was a PR stunt, just because it was so unlike Harry to post something like that. But he had actually confirmed in an interview that, yes, he was in a relationship with the songwriter and it was pretty serious. That was all he chose to say, in favor of keeping his secrecy, as he so famously loves to do.

What came as a shock to the audience was what the child had called Harry. They all knew about Stella, obviously, but no one would have thought that this child would think of him as her father. A lot of people didn’t like thinking about Harry being a father.

“What are you doing out here baby?” He said into her ear, making sure he could hear her over the loud noise of the audience. Most of them loved getting glimpses into his life, so the crowd was excited to see Stella out on stage and many thought it was adorable that she already thought of him as her dad.

“Missed you.” She said into his neck. The microphone had somehow picked up their little exchange and the whole crowd sighed a collective “awe” when she said that. She was perched on his hip with her little arms wrapped around his neck, her favorite place if she had to choose one. She was pretty small for a 4-year-old, most people usually thought she was younger.

Harry chuckled and saw Y/n standing there with a smile on her face. Mitch was giggling at the exchange and kept glancing back at Sarah with a knowing look of “That’s going to be us soon,” written on his face.

“I missed you too lovebug, but I’m in the middle of a show! I gotta send you back to mumma.” He said. Stella didn’t like that though, because as soon as the words left his lips she was clinging to him like he was her life force and the tears began streaming down her face. She didn’t like having to share her daddy. She just wanted to be held by him right now, and she’d be damned if she got anything but her way.

This amused everyone, the child's insistence to be in her father's arms, so he sighed and bent to her will because how could he say no to his baby girl?

So he walked over to her mom and got her headphones, slipping them on her, and walked back to his microphone with her on his hip, ready to start the next song.

“Harry and Stella” was trending on twitter the very next morning. No one could get enough of the father-daughter duo.

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Y/n hadn’t been this nervous since she was about to give birth to Stella. She stood with her baby in her arms as Harry opened the door to his childhood home, announcing to his mom and sister that they were there. She had to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans more than once.

Anne rushed out from wherever she had been, greeting the three of them. Stella had met Anne via FaceTime many times so it was not news to her (or Gemma) that Harry had stepped into the role of Stella’s father. She will admit she was surprised at first but then she was reminded that Harry had been in their lives for almost a year before Stella had asked the question. It wasn’t something that was rushed into.

Anne was very excited to be meeting her grandbaby and was very excited to meet the girl that had made her a grandmother.

Stella got shy, not being used to seeing “Nana” in person. Gemma had emerged from her spot in the kitchen as well, greeting everyone.

“Hello, my loves! How was the trip?” Anne said, kissing both of them on the cheek, her hand gently caressing the child's cheek in an attempt to get her out of her shell. Once she realized that this was her Nana that was standing before her, Stella reached out for Anne, silently asking to be held by her. Anne jumped at the chance, sweeping the baby into her arms and giving her a big hug, kissing her on the forehead multiple times, not being able to quell her affection for her first grandchild.

“It was good mum, Stell slept the whole way and traffic was pretty light,” Harry said, slipping his hand into his girlfriend’s, brushing his thumb back and forth trying to help calm her anxieties. For whatever reason, Y/n was worried that Gemma and Anne wouldn’t like her because she had come into their son/brother's life with a child, but it was clear that the two ladies loved the idea of Harry being Stella’s father.

“Oh, that's lovely!” She smiled, cuddling Stella impossibly closer to her. Y/n felt most of her worries melt away seeing the woman with her baby.

She felt silly for thinking Anne would be anything but happy.

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Anne would not put Stella down for anything. The two were attached at the hip every waking second. Y/n was actually starting to miss her baby, but she appreciated getting to spend time with Harry without having to keep an eye on their little one. Gemma was absolutely smitten with Stella as well. She was very excited to be “Auntie Gem” as Stella had quickly adapted to calling her. Stella was very happy as well. She had never been around so much family in her whole life. She’d been so used to just her and her mom, and then just them and Harry, but now she had two whole grandma’s all to herself and an auntie she gets to call her own, something she never knew she was missing, that Y/n never thought her baby would get to have.

Harry was so happy to see his baby with Anne and Gemma. They had been bumped to spot number 3 and 4 on his favorite girl list, with Stella and Y/n taking spots 1 and 2. They didn’t mind one bit.

“Daddy, can we watch a movie?” Stella jumped up onto his lap as he and Y/n sat on the couch, just talking and enjoying each other's company. Y/n smiled at the girl, tightening her grip around Harry’s shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“Of course we can lovebug! Go get Nana and auntie Gem and we’ll all pick one out together!” He replied, petting her wild baby hairs out of her eyes just like he always did.

“Auntie Gemma said to ask you if we could watch…” She paused for a second, her little finger tapping on her chin like she couldn’t remember what she was gonna say. Suddenly, she was up and running back to the hallway she had just come from. Y/n and Harry heard little whispers before she came running back out and plopped back onto Harry’s lap, on ‘oof’ erupting from him.

“This Is Us!” She finally said. Harry’s face dropped as he looked behind them to see Gemma standing there, trying to hold back her laughter. Y/n just started cackling and Stella was giggling even though she had no idea what was going on.

“Daddy’s in that movie baby,” Y/n finally calmed down enough to say to her daughter. The little one’s eyes lit up, her hands clasped underneath her chin. This was what she did when she wanted her daddy to say yes to her because she knew he couldn’t resist how adorable she was.

“Please please please!!!!!!” She whined, leaning in to place her forehead against Harry’s. She knew exactly how to get him. He caved every single time.

“Yeah, fine. We can watch it!” He finally said and all three girls cheered. Anne came in at the noise wondering what was going on.

“What’s all this?” She asked and Stella ran up to her, pulling on her

“We watching Daddy’s movie Nana!” She said, jumping up and down with a glowing beam on her face.

“Oh, are we now? Which one?” Anne asked and Stella paused.

“Daddy, how many movies awe you in?” She came back and crawled into his lap. She still had trouble saying her r’s. Her and Harry were working on it.

“Two, lovebug. But one of them you can’t watch until you’re older. It’s too scary f’you.” He said, cuddling his baby into his chest. She put on a little pout hearing that. She didn’t like when her daddy told her no, but this was something he wasn’t gonna budge on.

“Ok,” She sighed. All the adults thought this was adorable.

So they all settled in and watched the movie. Harry had a permanent blush on his face and Stella would jump up and down every time he was on the screen.

“Nana look!! That’s you!!” Anne laughed and nodded to her granddaughter.

“Yes, it is baby!”

“Mommy, why aren’t you in this movie?” She asked and everyone giggled.

“Me and Daddy didn’t know each other very well back then, baby.” Y/n laughed. Stella didn’t really understand but she didn’t say anything else.

The last few days had worn her out and that became very obvious when Harry looked down and saw his baby asleep on his chest, her first finger stuck in her mouth just like it always was when she fell asleep.

“Love, I’m gonna go lay her down, and then I’ll be right back,” Harry whispered, cradling the sleeping girl in his arms and slowly standing up. Y/n nodded, kissing his cheek before he left.

“He’s so good with her!” Gemma cooed, her face lighting up seeing her brother with his kid. A sight she was still kind of getting used to seeing.

“He really is…” Y/n smiled, “It was pretty instant too. Anytime he’d come over and she was still awake, he’d insist on putting her to bed, reading to her, singing to her, he’d bring her toys. She’s had him wrapped around her little finger since he first laid eyes on her.”

“That’s so precious,” Anne spoke up, coming to sit next to her, wrapping Y/n in her warm embrace.

“I can’t wait until you two get married!” Y/n laughed at Gemma’s confession, snuggling into Anne.

“All he has to do is ask, I’m ready to say yes!” What none of the girls knew was that Harry was standing right outside the living room, hearing everything that was being said. His mind raced back to his suitcase where a velvet box sat tucked away between all of his clothes.

He was hesitant to bring the idea up because it had only been a year, but the saying when you know, you know he thought.

He came back into the living room, acting none the wiser, sitting on the other side of the girl he was going to marry (she just didn’t know it yet), and cuddled into her just as she had cuddled into his mom.

“Daddy,” A small voice broke through the now quiet hum of the tv.

“Lovebug, what are you doing back up?” He asked, lifting the sleepy little thing into his lap.

“Scawwy dweam, daddy.” She said and he pouted, pulling her closer into his chest and snuggling her back to sleep.

Harry was exactly where he belonged in life. With his baby girl in his arms, and his Love by his side.

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laurensxox · 3 years

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Ayo how bout a Alastor x reader hcs who was a victim of his crime during his time on earth but they didn’t know that they were until later down in the relationship down in hell. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense ^^ I tried my best to explain

Anon, and everyone who will read this, get some tissues because this ended up angstier than I intended-

Alastor - His S/O was one of his victims when he was still alive

You and Alastor has what Sinners and Hellborns alike lives to call an "ideal relationship"; You understand each other easily and can handle what the other will throw

Your relationship may be ideal but it is far from perfect. Like any other relationship, yours has gone through a lot of trials and challenges. More often that you both had liked, your views and opinions woukd sometimes clash and spark an argument.

You both ended up talking it out in the end tho, finding a middle ground on everything. After all, communication is key and you both take that very seriously.

In the depths of your mind hid information about your beau that no one else is ever allowed to know, and the same with him. They were secrets that you both will take to your final death with you.

You're both powerful and feared as well; both being Overlords and can cause nightmare inducing carnages when you're in the mood for it.

Sinners who dares to make a move on you or to Alastor were often found on the sidewalk brutally murdered with the words "Don't touch what is not rightfully yours" written in blood above them

Everyone who sees it already knows who did it right away

You were both a match made in Heaven Hell

That is, until you both became so trusting and comfortable with each other enough to share how you both have met your demise

You were the first to share what caused you to be sent to Hell and how you died

You were a well known speakeasy singer from the 1920s who killed a man for attempting to desecrate you and managed to get away with it, you were killed by a serial killer on the loose

Alastor was next to share his history

Hearing about how Alastor was a serial killer back then had unnerved you at first due to your own history but you were reassured by the man that he doubts he was the one who caused you your demise

If only he knew how wrong he was

It came as a shock to the both you when you both realized that you were both from the same era, clearly despite your strong belief on communicating, you weren't doing so enough

The revelation made you nervous, there was a growing pit in your stomach that fills you with dread

So you asked him where he used to live in, where did he do his killings, masking your dread with false curiosity

"Why, in New Orleans of Louisiana, my darling–"

You remember suddenly screaming, falling out of your chair and scrambling away from him in fear. Tears pooling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks like a left open faucet

Your head replaying the scene of you running in the bayou, cuts all over your body, adrenaline and fear coarsing in your veins. You see yourself being tackled to the ground, the feeling of something sharp making it's way in your body again and again and again

Alastor tried to calm you down and ask you what was wrong, what was causing his beloved to shake with such immense fear, the sight of you crying was breaking his somewhat still beating heart

But as he was about to pull you into his arms like he usually do when you get PTSD attacks about your death, you screamed something that totally broke his entire being

"YOU'RE MY KILLER! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED ME! YOU'RE THAT MONSTER!"

You remember running awag while Alastor was frozen in shock, your feet took you to Rosie's emporium

So there you are , laying down shaking and crying in Rosie's guest room, covers over your head and your hand pressed tightly againsg your ears

You can hear Rosie trying to get Alastor to stand up from where he kneels in front of the door, begging you to come out and talk to him

Before he completely, he asked for you to knock your code for each other (two knocks for yes, one for no) to know if he'll ever get a chance to talk to you again

Knock.

That's it.

Alastor left that night, and he didn't return

You stayed at Rosie's the entire time, working with her behind the scene as you didn't want to risk seeing him

Years passed by and you were starting to realize some things, and he plagued your mind

How was he now?

Does he still cause fear upon the denizens of Hell?

Has he found a new paramour?

Does he still feel the same for you?

Heading downstairs, you heard Rosie's girls gossiping about something.

"Have you heard? The Radio Demon is rumored to be helping the Princess with her project"

So your past lover was at the infamous Happy Hotel, huh?

Maybe it's beneficial for you two to get some closure

Time to get ready, you're giving a certain deer demon a visit

This ended up looking more like a one shot, jfc, sorry for that 😅 I had too much fun lmao

I wasn't entirely happy with how this turned out to be honest, it seems so lacking jeez

I really shouldn't write while I'm sick lol

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #deer baby #hazbin hotel imagines #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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danniburgh · 3 years

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Sharp Around the Edges (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

Pairing: Pero Tovar x f!reader

Summary: He had taken too long to come back; he wasn't getting you easy this time.

Pero wanted nothing more than to reach to you and caress your soft, warm skin, but his dagger was still pressing on his chest and he had to resign to only watch you stand naked next to him.

Word count: +4.5k

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), knife play/knife kink, blood/cum eating. sorry it just happened. Me, a mexican woman, trying to write dialogue in non-modern english gets its own warning.

A/N: first i saw this gif down here and i was like YES I WANT TO DOM PERO TOVAR, and that’s how this was born, i wanna thanks @mouthymandalorian, @purplepascal042 and @starlightmornings for helping me a lot with this bc its the first time i write Pero and i wanted to get it right, anyway enjoy lol

Masterlist // Read on ao3 // ko-fi

comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated 💓

gif by @toesure

The sound of the cicadas interrupted your train of thought. It was hot, the air inside the kitchen was warm and besides the screams of the dying bugs outside, the entire inn was completely silent.

You let the cup you were drying on the counter and you brought the same rag you were using to your forehead, wiping the thin sheet of sweat that had settled on your skin.

You couldn’t wait to sink inside a bath of chilled water.

“Ah!” your mother, outside the kitchen, screamed and applauded twice, you frowned and walked towards the small, closed window that let you see the receiving room and the small counter your mom hid behind to count the day’s coin “my favorite boarders!” she let out, you sighed and rolled your eyes before opening the wood shutters and looking at your mother walking to wrap her arms around two tall, broad, armored men.

You felt your jaw tighten when a pair of deep brown eyes lingered on you for a second too long before returning to your mom.

“Mi señora.” he said, you scoffed under your breath as your mom let out a flirty giggle.

“Tovar, Garin, it is so good to see you both,” your mother said in a soft voice that made you want to laugh, “it has been a long time,” Garin, the taller, blond one, only nodded to her and she started guiding them inside the inn “child!” she called out for you, not bothering to turn around to the kitchen, you sighed again because of the tone she used when she yelled and because she kept calling you child, cleaned your hands on your white apron that hung loosely from your waist and walked out of the kitchen.

“Yes, mother.” you mumbled out, feeling that brown pair of eyes stuck to your body; a slight warmness settled inside your gut and you fidgeted with the hem of your apron.

“Take these nice men to their usual rooms,” she said, finally looking at you, “help them get settled while I get some water ready for them.”

“Of course, mother.” you bit your lip as she turned back to the standing men and gently took the small pouch of coin Garin was handing her, you smiled to yourself when she palmed Tovar’s armored bicep and waited for her to go inside the kitchen and out to the water well.

“William, amigo.” Tovar mumbled with that smokey, rough, accented voice of his and you saw him looking at his partner, the blond man looked at him and then at you, knowing what his friend wanted and rolled his eyes.

“I will see myself in.” William mumbled and you nodded at him, Tovar stepped a little bit closer towards you while both your gazes followed William as he walked up the stairs towards the room he always used.

“Paloma,” (dove) he started, stepping closer, you glared at him and he stopped walking, “is there something wrong?”

“Don’t, Pero.” you raised your hand at him, the man frowned at you and you could see the confusion on his face.

“What is wrong?” he asked again.

You turned around instead of replying and walked towards the stairs, he called you again, this time by your name and you ignored him, you heard the heavy steps of his boots behind you as you reached the second floor and you felt the way his rough fingers were trying to grab your hand.

“Palomita,” (little dove) he muttered while you guided him to the room he always slept in when he stayed in the inn, “what did I do?”

“Taking too long to come back,” you said in a low voice, unlatching the door and opening for him, “you took too long.”

Pero tightened his jaw in front of you and stood straighter. Knowing you wouldn’t say anything more, he walked inside the room and turned his head slightly to see you walk away and hear you rushing down the stairs, letting out a tired, nostalgic sigh.

A couple of hours later, a bath with chilled water for the summer heat and the grime he had been accumulating and a rich, packed dinner later, Pero was laying down on the cot in the middle of the small room, thinking about how the thin, rag filled bedroll was doing wonders on his back after weeks of sleeping on a blanket between him and the hard floor.

But his mind kept going back to you, to the way you looked at him when he arrived, how much he had missed your stern stares, how good you looked in those skirts and a loose blouse that reminded him of how soft your skin was, he had missed you whole.

And he knew then you had too. It wasn’t his plan to take too long to go back to you; things, as they often did, went wrong and plans were changed. And he spent nights upon nights yearning in silence for you and your tight-lipped smile he only got when the room was too dark for him to really admire, and your stern eyes that seemed to always read him so well, and your warm skin that until that day had received him openly, and your chapped lips that ate at his mouth and kissed on his body and licked at his skin like no woman had done before you, and the soft curves that made your body the one he wanted for himself and no one else.

At the thought of the pieces that formed you, his cock started to rise. God.

He needed you.

A knock on the wooden door brought him back to reality, and he stood up from the cot and unlatched it, opening it, pulling from the latch.

You stood there, not really looking at him, Pero searched for your eyes, but you avoided looking at him.

“I came to pick up your dinner tray.” you muttered, Pero nodded, narrowing his eyes, he stepped to the side to let you walk in towards the small wooden table in the corner of the room; the tray was emptied and somewhat cleaned on the table and his short daggers were resting next to it, Pero squared up his shoulders and he pushed the door closed slowly.

You let out a sigh when you heard the door being latched, and you turned around to face him.

“No.” you let out, Pero tilted his face and smirked at you.

“No, what?” he teased, you shook your head and stepped back when he stepped closer to you, “I missed you, Palomita.”

“Do not call me that.” you warned him, your stern gaze on him, finally looking at his deep brown eyes, eyeing the hardness of his scar you had kissed plenty of times and the darkness around his lids.

“I missed you.” Pero said again, hardening his voice.

He stood right in front of you and raised his hand to brush at your waist; you took him from that wrist and twisted his arm to the side, your other arm took his opposite shoulder and he let you shove his back against the wall.

Pero smirked at your reaction and took in the hardness of your expression with the admiration of a combat experienced man being subdued by a person who knew him better than most.

“Do not touch me.” you whispered again, leaning to him and tried not to get overwhelmed by his warmth and his fresh lavender and lime scent of the soap bar he used when he bathed.

Pero stood up to the challenge you were giving him. He had told you before how much he liked your fiery nature, the way you commanded the respect you were sure and knew you deserved, and he adored you for not fearing anything or anyone.

The fact that you had him pressed against the wall and stood inches away from his face only made his body fill with more arousal.

He reached you with his other hand and you stiffened; you tightened the grip on his wrist and narrowed your eyes.

In a swift motion you released his wrist, gave half a twirl and picked up one of his daggers from the table; you turned to face him again, pressed him harder to the wall and pointed the tip of the dagger on the skin of his neck, right below the jaw.

“Would you look at that,” Pero let out in a semi proud tone, you huffed, and you nodded your head towards the grip he had on your waist, he dropped his hand and you moved your wrist to twist the tip of the dagger on his skin “I know you can handle a knife, mujer, but I came here to see you, not to die.” he whispered, his breath collided with your face and you felt that same warm arousal you had felt earlier when you looked at him and you felt every time you saw him.

“You want to mount me, Pero?” you asked in a whisper, pressing the dagger a bit harder on his skin, Pero smirked at the seriousness of your voice.

“Of course I want to mount you, Paloma,” he replied “I have not thought of anything else.”

“Would it kill you not to mount me?” you asked him again. He narrowed his eyes once again and glared at you, not understanding your intentions “would you die?”

“Of need, Palomita, I always need you.”

“Liar,” you spat under your breath, gliding the edge down to his jugular, “you would have died on the way out of here if that were true.”

“I was dying inside,” Pero said, hissing when you pressed the edge of the dagger down “be careful with that, mujer.”

“Why?” you challenged, looking at the way the silver blade contrasted with the sun kissed tone of his skin, with the darkness of his eyes, liking the way the polished metal glistened slightly with the reflection of the lit candles, enjoying having him slowly shrinking under your hands “why should I not just slice you open?”

Pero huffed but hesitated to reply. You slid the dagger further down and rested the weight of it on the hollow of his throat. A smirk formed on your face when you saw his Adam’s apple bob at the feeling of the sharp tip pressing on his skin, enough to sting but not enough to break it open.

“I have no suitable answer to that.” Pero whispered and you scoffed, moving to slide your free hand from his shoulder to his face. You leaned in and left a soft kiss on his jaw that made him let out the lowest sigh you had heard from him. The sound gave you a boost of confidence you had never felt with him, and you moved your leg to brush his legs open.

“I should cut your throat open, Pero Tovar.” you said, he nodded slightly “you left me here alone,” you muttered, Pero sighed “you left for months, I should end your life.”

“Preciosa,” he whispered softly, “you should, but I know you will not.”

You growled and Pero felt the sound settle right inside his lower belly. His cock bobbed in interest inside his trousers and you dropped your hand from his face to his chest and fisted his black tunic, pulling him away from the wall.

Pero wasn’t a lightweight, and he knew it, but he knew better than to make himself heavy to stop you from doing what was on your mind. Besides, you were still holding his dagger against his neck, and he wasn’t a fool.

You pulled him towards the cot and dropped the hand that was grabbing his tunic to your side; you moved the dagger from his neck to his cheek and pressed the tip on the place only you knew he had a dimple.

“Undress,” you ordered, Pero breathed in deeply and, as his natural reaction was, he smirked, only to hiss at the way the movement of the muscles of his cheek made his skin slide against the tip of the dagger, creating a small cut that didn’t bleed “careful,” you let out, rising your eyebrows at him, “I am not repeating myself.”

“Yes, madam.”

Pero took the hem of his tunic and you stepped back to allow him to take it off. He dropped it to the floor next to you and looked at you, as if he was waiting for you to press the knife back on his skin.

He would be lying if he said the way you were handling yourself around him didn’t make him feel deeply aroused and fond of you. You weren’t a damsel, by no means you were helpless, but you, gaining control and bossing him around as if you were a commander of a large army, made him look at you in another light.

Pero had issues with authority, yet he would let you order him around for the rest of his life.

You put the tip of the knife on his chest, right above his sternum, and Pero tried to suck the air inside and make his chest thinner to avoid the inevitable sting of the sharp tip almost cutting him.

“The trousers.” you let out, Pero nodded once and unlaced them, letting them fall to the floor, he stepped out of them and slowly kicked them next to his shirt. Leaving him naked and at your mercy.

You let your eyes roam around his naked, muscular yet softened body; and smirked at his half-hard cock.

“Lie down.” you muttered, Pero let the air that he was holding out and nodded again, grasping already the idea you had in mind.

He could let you boss him around for the rest of his life.

Pero sat on the cot and shuffled up. You followed his movements with the dagger, never stopping the touch on his skin; you held it straight; you held it in a way it grazed lightly and pressed sternly at the same time. He was loving the feeling that at any time you could just bury the weapon inside him and leave it at that. But he knew you wouldn’t.

With your free hand you undid the loose knot that held your apron right on your waist, you let it fall down on your feet and Pero smirked to himself when you continued unlacing your skirts, all with one hand while the other held a sharp dagger against his chest.

“You are beautiful, Paloma.” he muttered when you started unlacing your blouse.

“Shut your mouth, Pero.” you said, hiding the pleased feeling his statement made you feel.

“I am telling the truth.” he teased, you stopped undressing.

“And I am telling you to shut your mouth,” you repeated, pressing the tip of the dagger harder on his chest, making him hiss again with a smirk on his face, “you are enjoying this more than I expected.” you said, twisting the blade.

“I am,” he let out, closing his eyes and fisting the sheet when you glided the dagger down, making sure it didn’t cut “because it is you who is holding it.”

You huffed at his words and pulled up your blouse slowly, sliding your free arm off first and then changing the dagger to that hand while you took off the blouse, leaving your top half naked and just wearing your undergarment.

Pero opened his eyes, and you smirked at the lusty dark stare he gave you, he made the motion of reaching to you and you glared at him, raising your eyebrows and he stopped his movement.

“Get yourself hard.” you nodded to his half-hardened cock.

“Yes, my lady.” he whispered teasingly. You groaned at that and knelt on the cot while he fisted his cock and started moving his wrist.

You leaned down to him and pressed the blade harder on his skin, Pero hissed and tightened the grip on his cock, choking down a grunt of pleasure.

“Call me that again, I defy you.” you whispered on his face, Pero’s eyes fluttered closed, making you smirk again and shake your head a few times.

You wanted to laugh at him being clay under your hands but you knew, as he did, that if you laughed, he would take back control, and if he was enjoying being subdued by you, you were enjoying ordering him around.

It was a situation you didn’t think you would find yourself after spending months wondering where he was or if he would return safely to you; the relationship you had with him wasn’t at all ideal; he would arrive at the inn with William, spend a few weeks there, sneak around with you, make vague promises of settling down in a village with you, and go again. You didn’t mind as long as he came back to you.

But the last time he left, he didn’t come back as quickly as he used to, and you soon found yourself mourning him.

So for him to just show up at the inn and wanting to fall into the old routine of bathing and sneaking into your room to fuck you until the sun appeared on the sky outside was the last bit. He wouldn’t get it easy.

Pero closed his mouth, and you scoffed at him only shutting up when he had a weapon aimed at him. You grabbed his wrist, and he opened his eyes, stopping his movements on his cock. You pushed his hand away, and he gulped when you stood up from the cot and with your free hand slid down your undergarment.

He wanted nothing more than to reach to you and caress your soft, warm skin, but his dagger was still pressing on his chest and he had to resign to only watch you stand naked next to him.

You knelt on the bed again and climbed to startle his lap, Pero sighed at the feeling of your slick already leaking onto his thighs.

“Hands away.” you ordered. Pero lifted his arms and left them to rest above his head.

You circled your hips on his thighs to release some of the pressure you were feeling in your core and choked down a moan when his worked up muscles tightened under you.

You leaned down to him, sliding the dagger up to his pulse vein again, and you licked the trail of sweat that had formed on the other side of his neck, Pero sighed heavily and you moved to steal a rough, fast kiss off his lips.

“I am going to fuck myself with you,” you whispered against his lips, Pero nodded twice, already eager, he felt like he was about to burst open if he wasn’t inside you “and I am going to tell you when to fall apart, you will do it when I tell you, do you understand?” Pero nodded again and you lifted yourself on your knees and moved to hover your core above his cock.

You took his cock in your hand, gave it a few strokes with the only purpose of teasing him and lined it up with your wet entrance, you sat on him slowly, staring at him and taking in the way his body loosened up when your warm walls constricted his cock.

A soft moan left your lips when you had him fully inside you, you felt stuffed and you realized just exactly how much you had missed him inside your body, making you feel complete.

“I missed this, Palomita.” Pero whispered out along with a moan when you started circling your hips around him, you put your free hand on his chest and the other kept pressing the dagger on his neck.

“If you did, you would have come back before.” you muttered on top of him, feeling his hard cock already grazing that unknown spot inside you that made your legs shake.

“You were not letting me explain,” he gritted out as you sat up, dragged the dagger back to his chest and started bouncing on top of him “you know things get–ah, carajo, the travels get complicated.”

You let out a moan when he gave a shallow thrust into you and you pushed the tip of the dagger on his skin.

“Stay still, Pero,” you demanded. He nodded again, “I thought you were dead,” the tone of your voice dropped an octave when you said it and Pero narrowed his eyes to you and saw nothing but pleasure and grief in your eyes, “I had no means to know if you were alive.”

“Preciosa…” he let out.

“Shut your mouth,” you whispered, changing the rhythm of your bounces, he growled lowly at the way your boobs bounced with you “I do not want to listen to your explanations,” Pero closed his eyes in pleasure when the lewd noises of your skins collapsing together and your slick leaking out of you and around him grew louder “I will not let you leave after this.”

Pero smiled tightly at that as he opened his eyes, his hands twitching above his head because of the increasing need of clasping your hips and thrusting into you.

“You will ke–keep me bound to your home?” he asked, you nodded, Pero looked down his body, past the dagger held against his chest, at the union of your bodies and restrained his hips from moving to meet you in the middle, “how are you going to make–a mercenary stay put?”

“Just how I am making him lay still while I use him,” you said, Pero sighed in pleasure at your words “I will carve mo–more scars if I need to, Pero, you know I will,” he nodded and took in the way your skin contrasted with his, the way your face quirked with pleasure and anger and the way your eyes looked at him as they always did, “tell me you are going to stay.” you demanded.

“Yes, my lady.” he whispered. You frowned and without stopping your movements you pressed the blade of the dagger on his skin, breaking the surface open.

Pero hissed in pain and stiffened his body as you smirked at the thin trail of blood that came out of the cut.

He moved his hands and gripped your hips. Before you could say something in protest, he lifted your body and pulled you away from his cock just before it started spurting his white seed all over his belly as he groaned in pleasure with his eyes closed.

You sighed at the mess he made of himself and he opened his eyes to face you.

“Preciosa, I jus–” you held your hand with the dagger to him and shook your head to stop him from trying to explain himself.

“I told you not to call me that,” you muttered, he nodded with a smirk. You looked at the cut on his chest and Pero followed your gaze to it. “so, you enjoy that?” you teased, he huffed at you.

“Well, I suppose I do.” he said. You leaned down to the cut and with your fingers cleaned the little blood that had escaped from the opening.

Pero followed your movements and widened his eyes when you brought your fingers to your mouth, tasting the blood.

“I did not peak,” you muttered, pulling out your fingers, leaving the dagger on top of his chest, right below the cut you did “you are going to make me.”

Before Pero could give out more than a nod, you crawled on the cot and knelt above his head. Pero frowned, looking up to you. You opened your legs and put one knee on each side of his face, giving him an unrestricted view of your wet, swollen core. He smirked at you when you turned your head down to see him.

“Eat me.” you ordered. He said nothing, but wrapped his arms around each thigh and brought you down to his mouth.

You let out a relieved sigh when you felt his warm tongue slide from that small hooded button at the top of your core to your entrance, and you leaned to rest your hands at the sides of his belly. Pero stuck his tongue in your wet hole and you moaned roughly when he started humming in pleasure.

The seed that rested on his belly glistened with the reflection of the candles and you brought your hand to it, scooping it and bringing your fingers to your mouth. It wasn’t the first time you tasted Pero’s seed, but you liked it better directly from the source, you liked it better when it was warm.

Pero shivered at the delicate way you were cleaning his mess and slid his hands from the back of your thighs to your ass. You moaned when he started guiding your hips to move around his mouth, grabbing handfuls of your flesh and grazing his teeth on the puffy lips of your core.

“Pero,” you gasped under your breath and threw your head between your shoulders with your eyes closed when his mouth sucked on the little button of you and nibbled at it a few times, “hea–heavens, Pero.”

You arched your back and looked down to your core, finding Pero’s jaw open and watching the movements of his chin as his mouth had you on the edge of your peak, you felt his teeth nibbling again at your thin lips and your hooded button and then his tongue lapping and soothing the subtle sting.

You took his softened cock in your hand, not to get it hard again, but because you had missed its weight and its velvety texture against your work-hardened hands, Pero moaned again at the surprise of your action and the sound reverberated on your core, throwing you over the edge. You hit your peak with a choked moan and Pero kept lapping at your entrance as it kept leaking, eating everything it had to give him.

You threw yourself to the side softly, and the bedroll made a muffled sound that combined with your soft pants.

Pero sat up and the dagger that rested on his chest fell to his lap on the blunt side. You huffed at the way he got slightly startled and he left it at the edge of the cot, his hand immediately finding you and resting over your breast.

“I missed you, Palomita.”

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, “do not leave again, that way you will not have to miss me.”

Pero huffed a stern laugh and leaned down to take your lips in his. His kiss was as soft as a mercenary’s kiss can be, his lips were warm and soft yet chapped and wet.

“Only if you oath to do this to me again sometime soon, amor mío.” Pero teased against your mouth. You gave him that tight-lipped smile he loved so much.

“When the cut on your chest heals.”

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hoaqins-funk-house · 3 years

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Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

You can read part 1 here

You can read part 2 here

Part 3; Finale

Spinning your keys around your finger, you go to slip them into the backdoor's lock, finding that turning it was difficult.

Far too difficult.

"Did someone break in?" You mutter, pulling the key out and beginning the walk around to the other entrance. "Well, if they did I doubt they'd stay long, not with William there."

Entering through the front, you look around the dark establishment, trying to spot if anything had been stolen or otherwise interacted with violently. With a sigh of relief at the sight of everything being normal, you fully step in, making your way through the building and wondering with a disgusted expression how William was able to walk through this place barefoot.

Turning the corner that allowed you to look into the window of your office, you see your golden-green companion looking at the door with his head tilted, an unrecognizable expression on his face.

"Yeah, the lock's broken for whatever reason." You say, his gaze shifting before his face does.

"Mhm." He walks towards you, stopping a few meters away. "Say, have you thought about me very much?"

Caught off guard by the question, you tilt your head. "Huh?"

"My existence. How I came to be trapped in a suit." He elaborates.

"Not really, to be honest… why?"

He looks into the office window, eyeing that tablet. "The suit, being an original model, incorporated these little devices known as springlocks."

Your brows furrow. You only knew of Springbonnie and Fredbear from random things online, so the inner workings of them was completely unknown to you.

"The reason why they're called suits; the springlocks pushed back all the little bits of animatronic things that filled them, thus allowing them to be worn by employees. I, as you can tell, was one of them." His gaze shifts back to you. "However, I wasn't when I was subjected to my slow death."

He takes one small step towards you. "It was in a room known as the saferoom- ironic, isn't it- which was invisible to both cameras and the animatronics that walked around."

His lips twitch up. "I hid in there, waiting for them to come near me. When they did, I broke them. They all came, and all of their shells were destroyed."

Shells? Destroying the animatronics?

You watch as he takes another step forward, this one larger.

"But, the ones inside those shells weren't so easily deterred."

Ones inside…?

"They chased me. Forced me into hiding in the suit. They wanted revenge; wanted me dead."

He takes a few larger steps, now within arms length. You, however, grow uneasy, stepping back. His eyes stay locked with yours, a soft grin on his lips.

You truly do look like his prey.

"I don't blame them. After all, who wouldn't want their murderer dead?"

Your eyes widen as your suspicions are proven correct. When he takes a step forward, you do the same in reverse. If you look away for one moment, he'll catch you. You've seen his speed.

His eyes glow in the dim light, lips curling into a nightmarishly wide grin.

"Oh, it seems you've figured out my big secret. Does it change your view of me? Would you still wake up on top of me so calmly?" He laughs. "Would you still let me rest my head on your hand? Would you still so easily approach me?"

You were wrong last night. Dead wrong.

He's terrifyingly monstrous, even as a human.

"Well, I suppose my last question has already been answered." With a small chuckle, he jolts forward, you ducking to the side right before he could reach you and dashing off. He glances your way during his brief pause, expression horrifyingly giddy.

His steps are loud behind you, and you only manage to reach cam 6 before arms cage you in against the wall, you turning to face the grinning man as you push yourself up against the wall as if trying to force yourself through it.

He lifts his hand, placing it on your chin and using his thumb to brush over your cheek. "You're too adorable. You really are like… my prey."

God, the fear in your eyes…

His grin widens a bit more, and his hand slips to the front of your chin. You clench your eyes shut, hearing a gruff laugh before his chapped lips connect with your own. You tense, feeling his other hand grip your wrist, applying more and more pressure until you let out a pained noise, him taking the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your eyes stay shut until he finally separates, where you reluctantly open them once more, finding a very satisfied-looking William and a small string of saliva temporarily connecting your tongues. "Don't worry. It's not the end of us after just that." He assures.

The hand previously on your chin shifts to your hip, where his fingers press somewhat harshly against the cloth, holding you in place further. Leaning in once more, he grins at the tiny whimper that escapes you. Redirecting himself, he instead aims for a much more sensitive area.

You let out a gasp as you feel his lips against your neck, quietly hissing as he harshly bites down, his sharp canines drawing blood. After he has his fill of that, he follows it up by sucking on the spots he had just bit, you feeling your heartrate pick up even more.

The sound of your heavy, stuttering breaths in his ear certainly doesn’t discourage the man.

Still, he leans back, enjoying the sight of your reddened face as you reach up, covering your neck with your free hand. This, of course, wouldn’t be the end, but he needs to save the rest for later.

He steps back.

His grip on your wrist, while looser than before, is still firm as he begins to walk you back to the hall in front of the office. "Now, I have a little game for us to play. We've done it before, so I won't explain the rules. If you make it to 6, I'll let you leave. But if you don't…" He pauses, glancing over his shoulder at your panicked face, which he responds to with a smile. "Well, I'm sure you can guess."

Standing in front of the entrance to the office, he waits for you to hesitantly enter.

"As usual, I'll start in the back. Don't even try to escape, it's not gonna work. I broke the lock and that door isn't going to be breaking from anything but power tools."

You give a small nod, eyes shifting to the chair.

"Well, good luck. You'll most definitely need it."

You don't react to his voice, walking towards the chair as he begins his walk back.

You turn on your phone, checking the time and finding that fifteen minutes have already passed.

You can't call for help, if anyone came in they'd be killed by him. If he lived through an endoskeleton being shoved into him, he'll live through pretty much anything.

Still, you text your brother quickly.

You put your phone down, not caring about the wave of notifications that came from him spamming trying to get you to respond.

Pulling the camera pad out, you switch to where he normally starts right as he walks in. He sends a chilling smile up at the camera, eyes eerily glowing within the shadows.

"Let's begin!" He calls.

Immediately, your eyes widen as he reaches up, ripping the camera right off of the wall.

You feel your breathing pick up again as your heart pounds out of your chest.

You aren't going to make it.

When he dashes into the next room, you lead him back. He snarls. Briefly, before cam 10 gets ripped off of the wall, you see him glance at the vent.

Thankfully, he ignores it, running into the next room before you hit him with the sound again, rebooting audio and cameras tight as they go out.

"Fuck that guy for making this shit so 'authentic' it breaks down every two seconds!" You mumble to yourself.

William tears cam 8 down, running out once more. When you manage to catch him, he's in cam 4, and you lead him back with more audio.

"You won't keep this up, you know! You'll run out of cameras!" He laughs, the sound echoing in the building.

You frown as cam 5 goes out. You lead him back further, hearing the thumping of the vents and quickly switching your cameras to them, sealing off a vent thankfully just in time. His grin drops.

You check the time.

It's 2.

5 of 10 cameras have already been torn down, and you are unable to play audio from them.

He gets out of the vent surprisingly quickly, continuing his race to you.

When he reaches another vent, you block it off before he reaches the end. He rips off a camera that you haven't even used yet upon getting out. As soon as he sees cam 3, he rips it off as well.

You see the first sparks.

You lead him back again, he charges again.

The cameras start it.

You lead him back again, he charges again.

Soon enough the back half of the building is in flames, swallowing everything and coming for you faster than William could.

You have nowhere to lead him to but right outside your door, and he disappears.

Completely.

Not in any cameras, not in any vents, and not in your vision.

The smoke began to pile into your room, so you rip off a sleeve of an old jacket that was left and tie it around your nose and mouth, getting out of your chair to stay lower to the ground.

Frantically, you switch through everything again, continuing to look for him, but turning your head to the sound of a grate both thrown aside.

He went through the break room.

There, you meet eyes with William, who seems to be doing just fine in the intense heat that fills the attraction.

You quietly gasp, grabbing your throat as smoke fills it even with the makeshift cover. You wince, ripping the cloth off, finding William about three meters from your office. Frantically, you reach towards the vent close button, but when you press it, you hear the sound of failing machinery.

It was broken.

He broke it the first night, and now you would die because of it.

Blindly grasping for your phone, you send another message to your brother.

'Get fire help' is all you could type out before William pins you to the ground, you barely managing to send it.

Grabbing your phone out of your hand, William carelessly throws it into the wall, you wincing at the crunching noise.

"You know, back when I was alive, I did much research on souls. Every soul contains this little thing known as 'Remnant.' Now, Remnant is the only reason I'm alive. There's no way to destroy it, except for fire."

Your eyes widen.

"This building won't get hot enough to completely destroy our Remnant, so don't worry about that. Still, think of it like a metal. When it gets hot enough, it melts. It can meld into other people's Remnant."

You clench your teeth.

"Of course, there's no way I am going to destroy you. So, instead, I think I'll go with another option." He smirks.

You can feel your vision get hazy.

"Within this fire I will preserve your warmth, and we will be welded together."

Your lids droop as you feel your breaths become raspy.

You're going to die to the smoke, not to the fire that roared outside of your office, slowly inching its way in.

You let out a few more wheezes, feeling lips against your own before your vision goes black.

He gets the news less than an hour after he calls the fire department.

His brother, the only immediate family he had left, had died in the fire.

It doesn't take much thinking to figure out who did it.

William.

That man, that murderer, is going to pay.

However long it takes.

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i did not plan this out right this part is a lot shorter than it should be but ehh whatever

whoop whoop it is done… I mean I have a sequel planned but either way, this part of the story is done

See ya later :)

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Without Direction

The Lost Padawan Part 1

Word Count: 1842

You were raised in the Jedi order, Padawan of Jedi Master Obiwan Kenobi.

You were breathing heavily, heart beating out of your chest as you could only pray no one noticed. You had no idea what was happening, but the Clones had all turned, suddenly going and killing all of the Jedi in one swoop. Master Kenobi had left you at the temple while he went after general Grievous and that was apparently too dangerous for a Padawan. This of course had you upset and feeling useless, so you had been messing around when everything went down. This messing around had ended up saving your life, why you had access to Clone armor wasn't important, but you deciding at that moment to try it on had saved your life.

Now you were still in the armor, but on a ship going who knows where as you just needed to get away from Coruscant as fast as you could. No one questioned why a Clone was on a passenger ship off world but you could only be grateful that they didn't. You could only stand there, stiff backed and unspeaking as you traveled.

Sooner than expected you land and are able to get off of the ship, quickly getting as far away from anyone from Coruscant as you can, talking someone into giving you some clothes from their stall as you did so. You run off and change before getting out of town.

You fall to the ground as you find somewhere that seems somewhat safe to stop. You pull out your lightsaber and study the hilt as tears form in your eyes. The adrenaline was wearing off and the reality of everything that had happened was setting in. You had lost everyone in a single day. Your Master was gone and dead along with all the other Jedi, the Clones you had thought to be friends weren't, everything was taken from you just like that.

You spend the night on the ground, always somewhere between sleeping and crying as all of you just hurt and you felt lost. You were still only a child, yes you were well enough trained to be a Padawan learner but being executed alongside all the other Jedi for warcrimes you hadn't committed made no sense. It was all you could do to keep yourself from completely falling apart, here you were, the last Jedi alive in the entire galaxy and you were just a lost child.

The next day things look no better, but you get up anyways, dumping the armor before going back into town. You luckily had a few credits in your pocket so you didn't have to use the force to convince someone to give you food. As you eat you are able to sit down and almost relax a little, unfortunately a transmission of Senator Palpatine from Coruscant begins to play across all the screens in the area.

"Citizens of the civilized galaxy," Palpatine begins, "on this day we mark a transition. For a thousand years, the Republic stood as the crowning achievement of civilized beings. But there were those who would set us against one another, and we took up arms to defend our way of life against the Separatists. In so doing, we never suspected that the greatest threat came from within."

"The Jedi, and some within our own Senate, had conspired to create the shadow of Separatism using one of their own as the enemy's leader. They had hoped to grind the Republic into ruin. But the hatred in their hearts could not be hidden forever. At last, there came a day when our enemies showed their true natures."

Your heart is in your throat and you can hardly swallow your food as you hear him announce these things. You, y/n l/n, had been at Master Kenobi's side for years and he along with the other Jedi leaders had wanted nothing more than for the war to end. But none of that mattered now, the Jedi were gone, the Jedi Order had been wiped out, and only these blatant lies would succeed in reaching the ears of the public. You get up and walk away, back into the wilderness with your few supplies you had been able to grab, planning to just stay here on Saleucami until things settled enough you could get away unnoticed.

You spend nearly a week of your time traveling through the wilderness until you come to another town large enough to have a space port. The place is crawling with Clones but it was obvious that Palpatine was trying to gather things as quickly as possible to maintain his control over the galaxy, meaning the Clones weren't paying any attention to a random teenager. At this point your face is coated with a layer of dirt, which you don't mind since it adds to hide your identity.

Your first stop is to once again get some food and replenish your supplies as well as find a way to earn a few credits for later. It's as you're looking over a fruit stand that you feel a nudge from the force and two men talking nearby catch your attention. It doesn't take you long to recognize the faces, or face, the one face you had to have seen thousands of variations of, many the same but each with a different person behind it. They were clones.

The thing that had you so focused on them was the fact that they weren't wearing their armor, along with the fact that anytime other clones passed by they hid their faces from view. You try not to stare but you keep an eye on them, something was drawing you to them but you couldn't bring yourself to trust a couple stray clones on the spot like that.

Following them from a distance you are able to see that they are avoiding the other clones and one of the two you feel you recognize. He has a tattoo covering nearly half his face and you know you had fought beside him at one point, not that that meant a whole lot at this point. They stop and you can hear them talking about getting off world, they clearly don't want to be caught and it is as they are leaving town that you decide you can trust them.

You follow from a distance, trying to stay undetected, not sure how to approach them but the force was pulling you to do so. It isn't until you are well out of town that you begin trying to approach them, and it isn't until you get close to them that you realize something is off, they had realized they were being followed.

"Who are you?" The tattooed one asks loudly as they turn to face you, guns drawn.

Your heart is yet again in your throat as you step out into the open, both hands in front of you in an attempt of showing you mean no harm. You don't want to answer their question so you make a statement of your own, "you're clones."

You can see their grips on their guns change and you raise your hands a little higher, "I promise I don't mean any harm- I'm just wondering why you two aren't helping the others," you quickly explain, praying they won't shoot.

"Answer our question and might answer yours."

You take a deep breath, okay you can do this, it's just a matter of trust, and your life. Leaving one hand up in front of you you use the other to remove the hood you were wearing and then reach into the folds of your cloak to take out your lightsaber, holding out the hilt without igniting it, simply showing it to them. "I just need to know why the two of you are different."

The two men are more than a little surprised to see the lightsaber in your hand and share a glance between themselves. The fact that you were willing to show your face and the fact that you were one of the Jedi truly meant that you meant no harm.

Hunter looks at Cut for a moment and in almost a whisper says, "I recognize them, they're a padawan." From there he looks back to you and more loudly says, "come closer and we can talk," seeing as you were nearly a hundred feet away.

You take a breath as you move closer, hoping they wouldn't mind the tight grip you had on your saber, considering that they still had yet to put their guns down. You do a decent job at keeping your emotions down and hidden but the two clones know that you're scared, only a few years older than the children they had waiting for them.

Your eyes are locked on Hunter as you get closer, finally placing him and saying softly, "you're Hunter," you glance at the other but know you haven't a clue who he is, "with clone force 99... right?" you ask gently.

Cut nods and puts his gun away, "don't worry kid you don't have to hold your lightsaber so tight, we aren't going to kill you. And yes this is Hunter," he answers you, recognizing how sacred you really were, "I'm Cut, can I ask who you are?"

Your grip relaxes as he holsters his gun, then nudges Hunter to do the same with his gun. You can't bring yourself to let go of the hilt of your saber but you do at least let it drop to your side in a relaxed position. "I'm y/n l/n, Master Kenobi's padawan learner."

That's when Hunter nods, realizing that was when he recognized you from, he and the others of the bad batch had sometimes reported to Cody, the commander under General Kenobi. "So, why were you following us?"

"I- uh-" you stutter a bit as you try to get your thoughts together. You pause another beat before deciding to just share why it was you had followed them, "all of the clones turned against the Jedi and exterminated them, I lost everyone I knew and the two of you are different, you didn't kill me on sight... you were hiding from the other clones... like I am."

Thats when things begin to click for Hunter, while he had lost a close friend he still had the others. You on the other hand had lost everything and everyone, having nothing but a lightsaber and to be killed if recognized. "Okay kid, we aren't sure why the others turned but we are trying to figure it out. We're getting Cut and his family off this planet, then leaving ourselves."

Cut looks at Hunter for a moment then says, "you're welcome to come back to my family's farm with us, take a moment to relax, I'm sure you're tired."

You look at the two, and it's a moment before you accept the offer. There was still hesitation and fear running through your veins, but you had survived a war, you had grown up on the battle field, you could survive this too.

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me4gumi-moved · 3 years

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kaeya can unclasp your bra with one hand.

pairing: kaeya x f!reader

genre and warnings: modern au, cutesy fluffy relationship stuff in the beginning but nsfw under the cut, too many pet names, unedited

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i’ve never been too good at writing smut :D i rushed it at the end because i was super tired and didn’t feel like writing anymore. probably gonna post this again later in the day if it doesn’t get any traction.

lying on top of your boyfriend, you were drifting in and out of dreamland, the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his rough fingers sliding up and down your back underneath your shirt — his shirt — lulling you to sleep. your hand lightly gripped his hoodie, almost as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. his other hand took yours in his and brought it up to his lips, peppering kisses along your knuckles. “go to sleep, love. i’ll still be here when you wake up.”

a whine left your throat when you shook your head into his chest; you were like a petulant child when their mother told them it was bedtime. “don’t wanna.” you mumbled. kaeya’s chest rumbled as she chuckled at your somewhat childish behavior. you always did get a little stubborn when you were sleepy. how cute. you weakly slapped his shoulder, “s’not funny, yaya.”

“snot funny? i think it’s a little gross myself but to each their own.” your boyfriend lightly tickled the back of your neck, making you cringe. you audibly whined, clearly already frustrated with his teasing. it usually took a little while longer but you were tired yet refusing sleep at the same time, thus making you cranky. kaeya kissed the top of your head, “okay, baby, i’ll stop...for now.”

as much as you tried to stay awake, the soothing motions of his hand running up and down your back made it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. just as you were about to welcome the sweet embrace of sleep, you heard a snap and felt the pressure of your bra on your chest release, instantly waking you up. you shot up in kaeya’s lap and reached to your back, feeling the clasp of your bra undone. “did you just unclasp my bra?”

kaeya sat up with you and rest his hands on your bare thighs, massaging the muscles, a knowing smirk on his face. “with one hand, sweetheart.” his hot breath fanned against your ear as nibbled on the sensitive spot behind it. heat began to pool in your belly as he trailed wet kisses down your neck and along your throat.

he put his hands back under your — his — shirt and moved your bra straps down your shoulders and with a little bit of maneuvering on your part, he managed to pull your bra off of you and throw it in some random direction. “yaya...” you hid your face in the safety of his neck, whimpering when he rolled one of your nipples in between his forefinger and thumb. your skin felt like it was on fire where ever kaeya touched you and it added to the growing heat between your legs.

kaeya flipped the two of you over and sat up on his knees, looking at your already debauched state. he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, cupping your face in his hand. you’d think it was an innocent kiss if not for his erection consistently grinding into your core. when you tried to catch your breath, kaeya used this as an opportunity into your eagerly awaiting mouth. he tongue intertwined with yours and he swallowed your moans. when he pulled away, both of your lips were swollen and wet with spit. kaeya began trailing kisses down your neck once more, but nipped and sucked a lot more this time around, leaving marks in his wake. little whines and whimpers left your mouth as he attacked some of the more sensitive spots along your throat.

you moved to take your shirt off but your boyfriend stopped you, “keep it on for me; i like seeing you in my clothes.” you felt your cheeks heat up at the comment but slowly nodded your head, heeding his request. his warm hands ran down your torso, stopping to knead your breast for a moment, before stopping at your panties. he met your eyes for a second, non-verbally asking you permission.

“please.” you whimpered.

he flashed you another one of his smirks, “your wish is my command.” the blue haired man slipped your panties off and threw them into the same unknown corner as your bra -- you made a mental note to tell him to pick them up later. he ran his fingers through your wet folds and dipped them inside of your for a second, groaning when he saw the drool of your cunt coating his fingers. “my pretty baby is always so wet for her yaya, such a good girl for me.” he praised.

faster than you could process, kaeya dove between your legs and licked a long stripe up from your perineum to your clit. he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it as his arms kept you in place. your hands flew to his hair and pulled, using the long strands to ground yourself. you arch your back as shots of pleasure go up your spine. not a spot is missed as his tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves.

you arch your back with a cry as he easily slides to fingers inside of you, crooking them against that spot inside of you that he knows so well. “kaeya!” you squeal, already feeling like you’re about to lose yourself to the pleasure he gives you. “right there, please, right there, pleasepleaseplease-“ he immediately pulls way just as yours about to cum all over his fingers. tears of frustration prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over, “why’d you stop? i was so close!”

“not so shy now are you, angel?” kaeya purrs, a teasing lilt to his voice. he moves his face back up to yours and captures you once more in a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips. he pulled back to throw off his shirt and shimmy out of his pants. at the sight of his engorged member you reached forward, wanting to make him feel good too. but before you could his caught you wrists in his hands, “just let me take care of you, okay baby? can you do that for me?” you let out a soft ‘kay and moved your hands to rest on his shoulders.

kaeya ruts his hips forward, slicking his cock with the wetness gathered in your folds, both of you moaning at the contact. after deciding himself lubed up enough, he sheathed himself inside you with one swift roll of his hips. when his hips meet yours, he swoops down and swallows the sweet cry that left your lips. you whimper as he fucks you in earnest.

the way he was fucking you had you mind going blank, unable to form proper sentences, left a babbling mess. your insides turns to mush as your boyfriend pounded his thick cock into you. fat tears dribbled down your cheeks, “‘m close, yaya! ‘m gonna cum!”

“go ahead. let go for me, sweetheart.” his words were all you needed to see white, trembling and crying as your orgasm wracks through you. you hardly register the feeling of warmth spreading through your nether regions before kaeya collapsed on top of you, holding himself up just enough so he doesn’t crush you.

when you come back down from your high, he’s peppering kisses along your face and whispering sweet nothings. you give him a peck on his lips and give him a dazed smile. “ah, there she is.” he grins, rubbing his thumb over you cheekbone. “you feeling okay, baby? anything hurt?”

you shake your head, “‘m fine. just sleepy.” you yawned, further proving how tired you were.

“okay, take your nap. i’ll clean us up.” kaeya chuckled and kissed your forehead.

as he got to work cleaning you up, you finally fell asleep.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin imagines #genshin imagine

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cherienymphe · 4 years

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Protect & Serve (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: Cop!Steve, mentions of abuse, mentions of miscarriage, eventual STALKING/KIDNAPPING/NON-CON

IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DNI

Also this series will be based off of one of my worst fears, so you guys have fun with this.

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary: escaping an ugly past, you have no choice but to return home. While much has remained the same, Officer Rogers is a new addition who has won over the hearts of the town in your absence. And no one believes you when you start to see him for who he really is

You threw the last of your empty boxes into the garbage in front of your house. Your back ached, and your legs were screaming for a reprieve, but you’d been determined to finish unpacking by the end of the day. And so you had.

The cicadas were loud in the nearby trees, the dark sky decorated with stars. Though you were back down south, you’d forgotten how cool the nights could get. You tightened your sweater around you as you looked along the street. In the years past, so much had changed…but a lot had remained the same.

With a sigh, you turned to make your way back into the house. You’d been running like a train nonstop for the past 3 days, determined to completely unpack and get settled long before school started back. You wanted one less thing to worry about.

You placed your back against the door as you closed it, taking a calming breath and locking it. You closed your eyes, reminding yourself that you were safe. Your ex-husband was far away and none the wiser to your location. You had nothing to be afraid of. You chanted this to yourself until you were able to finally move away from the door.

Your modest house was so quiet, and you welcomed the silence as you made your way upstairs. The atmosphere was so peaceful, and for the first time in a long time, you could hear your own thoughts. Living with Aldrich for so long, you’d forgotten what that had felt like.

He was regularly criticizing anything he could think of, his biting words packaged in a smile that was a tad too wide. Kissing you a tad too harsh and grabbing you a tad too tight. You honestly didn’t know how you’d put up with it for so long. You were disappointed with yourself, but even more disappointed that it took a miscarriage for you to finally leave him.

It should never have come to that.

You settled into bed, somewhat uncomfortable, but only in a way that was unfamiliar to you. You were alone and safe and at peace for the first time in years. Determined to have a good night’s sleep, you pushed painful thoughts out of your mind, and vowed to make your regrets fuel your new future.

The grocer handed your bags to you with a shy smile on his face, cheeks flushing when your fingers brushed over his.

“Thanks,” you told him.

“Have a good day,” he recited, something he probably said a hundred times a day.

You left with a quiet ‘you too’ thrown over your shoulder before making your way outside. The town was filled with both familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. Sure, you’d been gone for almost 10 years, but you hadn’t expected your small town to have expanded this much in a million years.

You noticed a scratch on the side of your car when you neared it, and you took a closer look. With a huff, you looked around, but no one was parked near you and no shopping carts were close by either. Convincing yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal, you settled into your car and placed your groceries in the passenger seat.

As you drove down the familiar street, you chuckled to yourself, recalling how you vowed to never return here. The universe had a twisted sense of humor that way because here you were, almost 10 years later, seeking sanctuary in the one place you hated most. Perhaps, in a way, this was your life lesson.

You’d been so desperate to get out of this backwards small town that you’d run off with the first man to give you the chance. How foolish you were then to think you were in love. You were just barely an adult, could hardly even be called one. Aldrich Killian was older and gorgeous and most importantly, he’d been going places.

A chance of luck, or perhaps misfortune, had placed him in your nowhere town, and you’d fallen head over heels immediately. He took to you just the same, and there was no hesitation whatsoever to run off with him to the big city. You left everything and everyone behind without a backwards glance.

He hid his true nature well. So well that it took you an entire two years into the relationship to learn about the other women. Having traveled all the way to New York on his coattails, you’d been distraught…and hurt. You may have been silly then, but not that silly.

He came home the next day to find you gone. His money made it easy for him to track you down at a friend’s place though, and the romantic in you was swayed by the sight of the powerful man on his knees, begging for your forgiveness. Surprisingly, he was true to his word, and from then on out, you were the only one.

But your relief was short-lived. You soon came to find out that these other women had something in common with the way he treated them, and with them out of the picture, you soon had that very same thing in common too.

It started out small. A raised voice here, a harsh grip there, but then he’d slapped you. Real hard too. It had left your ears ringing, and you’d been so shocked, that you didn’t see the next one coming. It became a regular occurrence, but it was always followed up by gifts and apologetic words. He’d be good for a few days, and it became easy to believe things would change. But like clockwork, the cycle repeated.

You hadn’t even known that you were pregnant when he shoved you down the stairs. You could only blink in shock when the doctor told you that you’d suffered a miscarriage. That was one of the first things you heard when you woke up inside of the hospital, and the sudden loss of something you didn’t even know you had was heartbreaking.

So when they asked for the truth, suspicion already in their eyes as they looked at the fading bruises and the fresh ones, you gave it to them without hesitation. Proving it was easy enough, and the divorce papers had been drawn up in no time, but Aldrich had money. A lot of it too.

He didn’t even do some measly community service.

You scoffed in the quiet car, hands tightening on the wheel. All of that was over now. You were back home and far away from him. Things would be different now. They had to be…

You frowned when your car started to sputter, confusion filling you as your eyes widened. You looked at the dash, and your confusion grew as you realized you were completely out of gas. A disbelieving scoff left you as you had no choice but to turn your car off. You sat back in your seat with a sigh, blinking as you realized that you had no one to call.

All of your family was gone, and all of your former friends had long left. The ones that hadn’t, the bridge had been burned long ago. Grabbing yours keys and your purse and the few grocery bags you had, you decided you’d have to walk home. It wasn’t too far of a walk. In New York, it’d be considered nothing.

It was late in the evening though, and you were sure it was going to be dark before you reached your house. You didn’t feel comfortable just leaving your car on the side of the road, but you didn’t exactly have a choice. This stretch of road was lengthy, and the thought of being out here at night made you nervous.

You squinted when red and blue reflected off of the pavement from over your shoulder. You looked over just as a police cruiser pulled up beside you. Your heart skipped a beat when the person inside turned it off and proceeded to exit the car. He curved around the front of the car, and you blinked at the full sight of him.

His blond hair was neatly pushed away from his face, and you sharply inhaled at his handsome features. He was tall, and his blue eyes were focused entirely on you as he approached you. His smile was kind, inviting even, and you were tempted to return it, but something prevented you from doing so. He reminded you of your ex-husband, and you warily eyed the way his uniform hugged him, plastered to the bands of muscle that were his arms.

“Evening, ma’am,” he greeted.

“Good evening,” you murmured.

“Was that your car I passed not too long ago?”

You looked in the direction of where you left your car before nodding.

“I…ran out of gas. Which is odd because I was sure I had over half a tank when I left home,” you told him.

He chuckled, and you frowned at him. Catching sight of your glower, he shook his head, taking a step towards you.

“I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It just seems that the punks in this town got another victim.”

He pointed in the direction of your car.

“You got yourself an older model, one that doesn’t require the gas cap to be opened from the inside. They like to steal gas from whoever they can,” he explained.

With a scoff, you realized they were still pulling that mess the teens did before you left. How silly of you to think the kids here would move onto bigger and better things. The blond before you spoke before you had the chance to.

“You live far?”

You squinted up at him, hesitating before eventually shaking your head.

“Not really…no.”

You watched as he walked to the passenger side, opening the door as he faced you.

“Let me drive you home,” he offered.

Your face pinched, wondering how to refuse. You didn’t get in the car with strangers, no matter their profession. You started to shake your head.

“It’s not that far. I can walk-.”

“It’s going to get dark soon, and you need to get those groceries in the fridge.”

He wasn’t wrong, but still, you hesitated. He threw you a crooked smile, leaning his arm on the open door now.

“I won’t be able to rest if I don’t know you made it home, so if you don’t get in, I’ll just have to ride alongside you,” he teased.

Although, you got the feeling that he was entirely serious. Reluctantly, you walked towards the cruiser.

“Okay.”

He closed the door for you as you made yourself comfortable, clicking your seatbelt into place.

“Are you really that responsible or is it just because you’re in the car with me?” he wondered with a chuckle as he sat beside you.

“Just that responsible,” you murmured as he started the car.

You gave him directions to your house, and he followed them with a hum.

“You’re new,” he suddenly said.

It was a statement, not a question, and you frowned.

“Hardly,” you said, shaking your head.

“Huh. I’ve never seen you around…”

You squirmed in your seat at his questions, and you fought with yourself. You told yourself that you were just so skittish after your ex-husband, and you told yourself to calm down. This man wasn’t him.

“I only recently moved back,” you eventually replied.

“How long you been gone?”

He took a left, and you blew out a breath.

“Almost…10 years?”

He let out a low whistle, tapping his finger on the wheel.

“No wonder. I moved to town about 6 years ago. 10 years is an awfully long time,” he noted. “What made you come back?”

“Divorce.”

He didn’t respond right away, and you could feel him eyeing you.

“I’m sorry,” he quietly said.

“Don’t be,” you honestly replied.

You pointed at your house, and he pulled into the yard. You tried not to be so obvious as you hurried to get out of his car. You were halted by a hand on your arm, and you looked over at him.

“Don’t worry about your car. I’ll get some gas in it and make sure it arrives here safe and sound,” he said with a smile.

“Oh, you don’t have to-.”

“Don’t worry about it. Consider as part of my job description.”

You nodded, finally throwing him a small smile.

“Thank you…” you eyed his badge. “Officer Rogers.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Please…call me Steve.”

You simply replied with a strained smile before exiting the car. He watched you as you made your way to your door, and when you finally got it open, you waved him goodbye. He returned it, but he didn’t drive off. Not even when you closed and locked the door.

Through the window, you watched him sit there for a while, longer than you deemed necessary. Eventually, he pulled out of your yard, and you turned to put your groceries away with a frown.

“Y/N Y/L/N… I haven’t seen you in ages…”

You glanced up at the familiar voice, and your eyes widened as they connected with familiar blue ones. You blinked.

“Wanda,” you greeted in surprise. “…hi.”

She placed her hand on the chair across from you, grinning as her reddish-brown hair spilled around her shoulders.

“So you’re back,” she said.

“So I am,” you nodded. “You look great!”

“You’re one to talk. When you skipped town, you were this confused little girl who didn’t know who she was trying to be. Now you come back here and you’re like something out of every miserable husband’s wet dream,” she teased.

You scoffed at that, shaking your head.

“Hardly…”

“Still as blind as ever, I see. Are you back in the old house?” she wondered.

You shook your head.

“No. I considered it, but… It’s too painful,” you told her.

She solemnly nodded, and you perked up.

“So…do you work here?” you wondered, glancing around the impressive diner.

She smirked.

“Sort of. It’s actually kind of mine now…”

Your lips parted, and a genuine smile fell over them.

“You bought it,” you said, in awe.

“I did,” she breathed, glancing around. “I always said I would…but part of me didn’t think I’d ever do it.”

“…but you did! And it looks amazing! You actually turned this place into something worth coming to,” you complimented her.

She hummed, taking the seat in front of you as she looked around with a wistful sigh.

“This could’ve been ours, you know…”

She looked at you, and you glanced away.

“Yeah, well… I was too busy chasing dick,” you replied, and she laughed.

“You were young and in love! If I’d had an Aldrich Killian offering to whisk me away from here, I’d have done the same too.”

“…and I would have locked you away to prevent you from ruining your life,” you threw back.

Her smile fell, and her eyes dimmed a tad as she studied you.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“There is no paradise. I’m not sure there ever was…”

There was a brief awkward silence, and she suddenly sighed.

“Was he the reason you didn’t come for the funerals?”

You didn’t reply, but there was no need to. She shook her head.

“I knew you wouldn’t just…not come. Everybody else was so convinced, but not me. I knew there had to be a good reason… Where did he drag you to anyway?”

You leaned back in your chair with a wistful smile.

“New York.”

“Was it at least fun?”

You mulled over her question before you shook your head.

“No. Aldrich…liked women,” you said with a shrug.

Wanda’s face fell at that.

“…and…when he gave those women up so I would stay, I found out that…he liked hitting women even more,” you quietly continued.

“Y/N,” she whispered, reaching across the table to take your hand.

“I’m past it…mostly. Some of us just have to learn our life lessons the hard way,” you told her with a shrug.

“Don’t say that. You loved him! That’s hardly worthy of a punishment. Sometimes, people are just shitty, and it has nothing to do with us.”

The bell over the door rang from behind you, and Wanda loudly welcomed them without even glancing up. Several voices filled the establishment, and you noted that they traveled and congregated to a table in the back corner, behind you. You heard footsteps approaching, and Wanda finally glanced up. You watched as she grinned at the newcomer.

“Steve!”

You followed her gaze, and sure enough, it was the officer from the other day. You didn’t know if he was on break or getting off of a shift, but he was still in uniform. His hands were on his hips as he looked between you two, a slow smile moving along his pink lips.

“Wanda…ma’am,” he greeted.

Wanda gestured to you.

“This is my friend-.”

“We’ve actually already met, but I never did get the pleasure of learning your name…”

You cleared your throat, feeling put on the spot as Wanda looked at you.

“Y/N,” you told him.

His smile slowly widened, and he ran his eyes over your face, drinking you in.

“Y/N,” he greeted again. “It’s nice to put a name to the face.”

You simply replied with a tense smile as you laid your arms on the table.

“Wanda, me and the rest of the crew are going to have the usual,” he told her.

“Of course! I’ll get Gwen to get right on it.”

He smiled at her.

“Thanks.”

He looked to you, blue eyes connecting with yours.

“Y/N,” he acknowledged with a nod just before leaving.

“You’re in town for five minutes and already have an admirer,” she slyly said once he was out of earshot.

“No, I’m in town for five minutes, and you’re already trying to set me up,” you corrected.

She waved you off.

“I’m just saying…he’s nice. I’m not telling you to marry the guy, but he’s a good man. As squeaky clean as they come,” she told you.

“So you’re saying that’s what I need?” you sarcastically wondered.

“I’m not saying you need anything. I just think it’d be nice for you…and he clearly likes you. Leave it to you to be back for five minutes and catch the eye of the most sought-after man in town,” she breathed. “Every woman within a 75-mile radius has been trying to bag Steve Rogers ever since he breezed into the city limits 6 years ago.”

“Well then you take him.”

“I would, but I’m happily taken. Besides, he seems to have his eye on someone else. How did you meet him anyway?”

You happily told her of your embarrassing encounter with the man that was sitting not even 5 tables away.

You watched as the tow truck pulled your car just beside the curb in front of your house. Officer Rogers and his cruiser were parked on the other side of the driveway, and the blond man leaned against the vehicle as he supervised the process. Only a few minutes later, and your car was back, and the truck was driving off as Steve waved them off.

You hugged your sweater to you as you approached him. He met you halfway, and you sent him an appreciative smile.

“Thank you,” you breathed. “You honestly didn’t have to do that. I could’ve easily put some gas in it and drove it home.”

“…but you would’ve had to walk to the gas station to fill a gas jug, and then walk to your car,” he said, shaking his head. “It was nothing, really.”

“Either way, I still feel bad. I was more than capable…”

He chuckled.

“So how do you know Wanda? You girls go way back or something?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “We were two troublemakers.”

He found that funny, maybe because Wanda was so different now. He rubbed the side of his neck, and his face slowly began to fall.

“When you told me your name, I thought it sounded familiar, you know. You’re Y/N Y/L/N…aren’t you?”

Your own visage grew solemn, and you slowly nodded.

“I’m sorry about your family. I know it happened years ago, but… I wanted to offer my condolences all the same,” he whispered.

You took a deep breath, chest clenching.

“Thank you. I really appreciate that…and for my car,” you added, trying to lighten the mood. “You really didn’t have to do that…nor drive me home that night.”

The corner of his lips quirked upwards ever so slightly, and his blue eyes sparkled.

“Well…if you’re feeling that bad about it…treat me to dinner,” he offered.

You blinked, taken off guard by his bold proposal, and your lips parted as words failed you. He ran his eyes over you as he waited for your response. You thought about Wanda’s words. She assured you that he was a good guy, and to be honest, you wanted a good guy…but not yet.

Your divorce had only been finalized a few months ago, and you really needed time to yourself. You were barely an adult when you ran off with Aldrich, and you’d spent the last decade with him. You wanted to know who you were when you weren’t with him. You owed yourself that.

“I uh…I’m flattered, really, but… I’m not really interested in anything like that for the time being,” you honestly replied.

His eyes dimmed just a bit, but the smile never wavered. You felt bad.

“I’m really sorry. Besides, it just…doesn’t seem appropriate for some reason.”

Steve sharply inhaled and nodded.

“I understand. Have a good night,” he said before taking a step back and turning to go to his car.

You sighed as you watched him go, but you knew that it was for the best. You made your way inside of your quiet house, hoping for a good night of sleep, but sleep did not easily find you.

Too many things were on your mind.

Seeing Wanda brought back so many memories that you would honestly rather forget. She reminded you of a time you spent sneaking out to meet her, idly dreaming of things you halfway hoped to accomplish. An already rocky relationship with your family that only crumbled when you took off.

You thought about how you didn’t talk to them for years, too busy following Aldrich around like a lost dog. You’d thought you had more time. You had put off what you knew you needed to do again and again. You thought the chance would always be there…until it wasn’t.

In a single night, your entire family had been ripped away from you. A car accident. Something so simple. Aldrich hadn’t even let you go to the funeral. By then, he’d grown possessive, and it wasn’t long after that he started putting his hands on you. Part of you thought he’d waited until you had no one to run to.

You sat up in bed when you heard a noise on the side of your house. You were upstairs, and the fact that it was loud enough to reach your ears worried you. Slowly, and quietly, you left your bed, creeping towards the window.

At first, you didn’t see anything and thought that you’d imagined it. However, what you thought was a part of the general darkness, moved. Your eyes widened, and you reached for your phone, immediately dialing 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

You stumbled over your address, the numbers and street name still new to you, but you shakily told her about the strange man in your yard. Your eyes didn’t leave him the entire time, and relief didn’t fill you when the silhouette eventually left.

One of the upsides to a small town was that it took no time for you to hear sirens coming from down the street. You hurriedly ran downstairs, opening the door as the cruiser pulled into your yard. Steve greeted you, and you did calm down a bit at the familiar face.

“Is he still here?” was the first thing he asked, one hand on his gun.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, placing one hand on your heart and the other on your forehead.

He briefly touched your shoulder before telling you he was going to secure the perimeter of the property. You stood in your doorway while he did so, trying, and failing, to convince yourself that you’d imagined it. After all, the worst thing to happen in your town was your family’s car accident. Strange men skulking about people’s homes was unheard of.

When Steve was done, he shook his head at you, one foot on your steps.

“It’s all clear.”

You didn’t know whether or not to be relieved.

“Are you sure it was a man? Not some animal?”

You shrugged.

“I…don’t know. I was trying to fall asleep just before so it’s possible. I’m sorry,” you apologized.

He sighed.

“It’s alright. This is my job, remember? This is what I’m here for,” he told you.

“Thank you,” you breathed. “I appreciate it, Steve.”

He paused, blue eyes connecting with yours as the corner of his lips curved upwards into a smirk.

“That’s Officer Rogers to you.”

You blinked, brows furrowing just a tad as he turned away.

“You try to get some sleep,” he threw over his shoulder.

You hurriedly closed your door as he drove away, frown deepening as you mulled over his cold behavior.

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killian-spey · 3 years

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Death Would Be Kinder [Ch. 2]

Prev. Ch.

[Drusilla/Spike/Calendar!Reader]

Words: 2276

Fic Concept: Jenny Calendar’s sister spends some “quality time” with the Season 2 Vampire Squad. This chapter takes place during [BtVS S2:E15]

TW/CW: violence, kidnapping, chains?

AN: Idea came from @prose-for-hire ‘s submission to the fic title game. Taglist is at the bottom, let me know if you want to be added!

You’d been sitting silently, watching Spike wheel himself back and forth across the factory. If you didn’t know better he looked like he was pacing. In reality, he was probably checking behind the pillars and corners of the factory for any sign of your friends. It seems the vampires were expecting Buffy to come looking for you. As the time dragged on, your suspicions became reality; Buffy had prioritized the threat of the Judge over saving you. You had to admit, it stung a little, but it was only logical.

Spike peeked his head into each doorway adjoining the main factory floor. You could tell he was getting restless. You contemplated your odds carefully before you decided on taking a calculated risk.

“You lose a sock?” you yelled.

“Did I what?” Spike wheeled back into the room, an odd expression on his face.

“I asked if you lost a sock.” You paused, his intense glare caught you off-guard. “You know… Because of all the pacing. And popping your head in and out of every room in the place. Somebody’s going to think you lost a sock.”

“Well, I didn’t.” He chuckled a bit before going quiet again and stalking around the factory in his wheelchair. You nodded to yourself, deciding to quit while you were ahead. After that, the only sounds left in the factory were the spinning of wheels and an occasional bumping of door frames and frustrated curses.

It had only been a couple hours of his pseudo-pacing before Angelus and Drusilla stumbled their way into the factory. Spike took one look at the state Angelus was in and hid a smirk under his hand by scratching his nose.

“Well, you’re home early. Slayer hasn’t even tried swiping the girl yet.”

Spike’s good mood vanished as he watched them come down the steps. Drusilla was beside herself, and for a moment you found yourself feeling bad for her. Then Angelus opened his big fat mouth and you remembered who these people were.

“Yeah, well things didn’t go exactly according to plan, Spikey.” He prowled the room, circling like a big cat before he gravitated towards you. Your nerves peaked and you swear you saw a glint of pride behind Angelus’ eyes as he heard your heart pick up. He stepped within arms’ reach of you and sneered.

“What I can’t figure out is, why would she abandon you like this?”

“Where’s your big blue friend?” You swallowed your anxiety and stared up at him in challenge, you weren’t going to tell him a goddamn thing. Might as well give yourself a fighting chance. If he figured it out, you were dead already. You were going to be careful, of course, but that didn’t mean you were going to let him win.

Angelus roared, grabbing your face by the jaw. He was suddenly wearing his game face front and center. ‘Buffy really rattled him, huh?’ You remained stoic, as statuesque as you could muster. If you had misjudged his mood, this might be one of your last moments alive.

Drusilla had floated her way over, leaning into Angelus and hugging his arm to her side. Your staring contest interrupted, Angelus pulled away from you. You took the free moment away from the spotlight to run your fingers against the grain of the armrests, trying to ground yourself in the feeling of the wood underneath you. Your panic was bubbling to the surface, tension and pressure building in your ribcage. You caught Spike’s knowing glance towards you as your eyes flickered between the vampires. You dropped your eyes to the floor, frozen as Drusilla subtly coaxed Angelus away from you. Before long, Angelus had stormed out of the factory again, mumbling about sending Buffy a message.

You were grateful and more than a little stunned. Drusilla saved your life. In her own, subtle way she’d dismantled Angelus’ rage and directed it somewhere else. She’d spun him out of the factory towards Buffy with little more than a subtle flirtatious gesture. You practically gawked at her as she made her way into Spike’s lap. She had these men wrapped around her finger and they didn’t even know it.

Well, maybe Spike knew, but he certainly didn’t mind. He was running his fingers through Drusilla’s hair, comforting her as he spoke.

“If you like the hostage so much, maybe you should have a little fun, Ducks.” He wrapped an arm around Drusilla’s waist to steady her as he wheeled towards you, continuing. “She was supposed to be the distraction for the Slayer, after all. That is what went wrong with the plan, wasn’t it?”

Drusilla lifted her head, gears turning as she looked between Spike and you. Your mind rushed with your fears of what she was contemplating. You didn’t put it past them for ‘playing’ to mean something rather unpleasant for you. Drusilla hummed under her breath excitedly, springing from Spike’s lap and practically skipping out of the room. Spike nodded at you, raising his eyebrows as if to say “Hey look, I fixed it!” and wheeled himself into a good position to watch from, a smug grin on his face.

Drusilla returned with two fistfuls of chains and your heart dropped. She fussed with them somewhere behind you and left the rest in a pile as she ducked off again to the other room. Spike flicked his eyes between the chains and his girl curiously, but said nothing as she flurried about the factory. When she returned, she was holding a long carrying case and a small over-the-shoulder bookbag. She dropped them beside the chains and left again without a word.

“Ducks, what is all this stuff?”

Spike called out to her and wheeled over to the bags. He unzipped one when she didn’t answer. You couldn’t see into the bag from your position and Spike’s exasperated reaction didn’t help you either.

Drusilla returned one final time, holding a large blank canvas in each hand. The left was maybe a 20”x24” and the right was maybe a 24” square. (50cmx60cm or 60cm square).

“Which one does the artist like best?”

You paused, unsure if there was a right answer. After a couple moments you pointed weakly to the left canvas. Drusilla smiled at you and put the square canvas down. Spike scoffed as Drusilla set up an easel from the carrying case and put the bookbag on a table beside it.

She dragged the chains over to your chair and kneeled, carefully untying the knots around your right leg. You studied her face; she bit her tongue lightly as she worked, pulling at the ropes with deft, perfectly manicured fingers. After she’d untied your legs and shackled them, she let your arms off the armrests.

She took your hands in hers and pulled you up to stand for the first time in almost a day. You scanned her expression and glanced backwards towards the easel, then back to her with trepidation. She glided you in front of the daunting white canvas and left you, sinking backwards and sitting in Spike’s lap.

You stood, dumbfounded at the prospect of Drusilla wanting you to paint, of all things. She seemed unimpressed by your inaction after a few moments, and had begun whispering into Spike's ear. He'd leaned into her, pulling her closer and snickered at what must have been a rather amusing comment. He flicked his eyes at you through his lashes, a predatory glint flashing behind his eyes as his smirk grew. He straightened in his seat with satisfaction, head held high.

“Paint for the lady or get eaten. Your choice.”

Drusilla’s eyes wandered back to you and provided no comfort, but then again, why should it? You turned back to the canvas, feeling both their eyes staring at you. A calming breath later, you assessed the materials on the table.

The canvas bag she'd brought had a full set of oil paints- far nicer than you'd ever been able to afford. You didn't dare think of the poor shopkeeper she'd probably killed for them. A person just like your Uncle. He was just another obstacle in these people’s way, and for that he was murdered. You shoved the paints to one side of the small table and began assessing the tools. A somewhat rudimentary selection of spatulas and brushes. You could make do just fine with these.

You set up a palette with some blue, red, white, and black to start. A color palette often was the first thought you gave to a painting. This painting would be mostly blues, purples, and grays. Without turning your head, your eyes flicked towards the vampires just off your left shoulder in the periphery. You had never really let anyone sit and watch you paint. It was hard enough showing a finished piece to someone other than family.

You mixed a deep lilac and raised a palette knife to the canvas. You paused, unsure where to place the landscape. The creeping feeling of being watched was throwing you. The white snow canvas was taunting you, paralyzing you. But you weren't about to let it win. Any of them. You closed your eyes and just swiped the palette knife confidently in a bold first stroke. Now you had a puzzle. How does this fit into a landscape? There was no going back now, it had to work.

It was a mountain slope. The hue you used was suitable for a distant fixture seen from a twilit glade. You could lean into that, thinking on how to keep the morbid whimsy of the piece consistent as a theme. You blocked out the clearing and plotted out the forest behind and around it. It fell silent in the factory as you worked, only the scraping of palette knives and brush strokes echoing in the room. Pieces fell in place as you added gnarled willows at the tree line, white ghost pipes and fungi crawling on the foliage, and sickly green fireflies in the weeping branches and crooked thorn bushes. You didn't like how the overall feel of the piece was so damp and dreary. It felt too muted, too blue for what you'd envisioned. You added nettles to the glade in a redder purple, almost magenta, to tie the piece back into the mystical tone you wanted. A few more touches, a ray of silver moonlight here or there, and you stepped back. You contemplated the piece, for some reason feeling unfinished. The glade felt completely untouched, too alone by itself.

You almost jumped when you heard Drusilla shift off Spike’s lap behind you. You froze, dropping your gaze to the floor, unsure of her intentions. With three clicks of her heels against the concrete flooring, she stopped just behind you. So close you would have felt her breath on your neck if she were human. She leaned forward and pulled your hair behind your ear. She placed one hand on your shoulder and raised your head with a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes back to your work.

“Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not bad, actually.” Spike wheeled forward a pace or so to take a closer look at it. Drusilla still seemed to be waiting for your own answer. You studied it again silently.

It did feel telling, in an odd sort of way. It was invisibly and indescribably alive, despite the darkness and isolation. Could be a good metaphor for vampires... Alive and free only after their own deaths. Sure, they may not exactly live up to society’s expectation of a good neighbor, but you couldn’t say they let being dead keep them from living.

Still, the painting felt unsatisfactory, felt incomplete. You shook your head and pondered. You drew up a couple new colors, a ghostly blue and a red-brown clay. You loaded a palette knife with the clay tone and hovered over the painting, indecisive. The central piece as of now was a large, twisting willow on a small inclined mound of earth. The whole painting felt like background to an invisible subject. Nothing tied the eye to the painting, there was nothing to follow. No movement in a living place.

Drusilla took the palette knife from your hand and set it down. She pulled you lightly to step away from the painting, lightly petting your hair.

“Let it rest, you’ll do more later. With a clear mind,”

You let a heavy sigh escape your lungs. She was right. If you kept going now, at the end of your rope, you’d risk doing something that detracted from the painting entirely. You jerked your head up at a loud scraping sound from above you. Angelus had swung the door open on the mezzanine of the factory. He had a vicious grin and a playful look in his eyes, leaning on the guardrail and looking down at the three of you.

“Did you have fun with the Slayer, then?” Spike called up to him.

“Oh, she makes it so easy!” Angelus threw himself at the spiral staircase and rushed down them with glee.

“I barely had to lift a finger to throw a wrench in her little puppy problem.”

Drusilla twitched her head and glided towards him. She was staring at his face, fixated on something you didn’t pick up on. She swiped her thumb across the corner of his mouth and brought it to her own lips.

“Did you bring any home, Angel? I taste a young one on you.”

“Not today, darlin’. Besides, you have that one.” Angelus gestured to you and sauntered off, calling back as he left. “She wasn’t really any use anyway.”

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