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babybatscreationsv2 · 9 months

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could you write starkercest where trans m peter is super upset and doesn't know how to touch himself and gets help from his dad?

I sure can!

Tw: Discussion of pre-op trans masc body parts but with masculine terms, unspecified age

He's so horny that it hurts. A genuinely, un-ignorable, pain burns inside him and there's no stopping it. It's not like he has a real dick to jack off right? What the hell is he supposed to do about it? Peter turns over in bed and whines, squeezing his legs together. He grinds his hips and humps against the mattress and for a moment it feels good, but then it doesn't and he just sobs. He falls asleep at an hour so late that it's early. Morning comes and he doesn't feel any better. Maybe he should call his doctor.

"You okay, Pete?" his dad asks while they're getting ready in the morning. He feels like death, like he's about to drop, but he grumbles out a response.

Tony sets down his coffee mug and looks at his son. Peter turns his face away. "What's wrong, kid? You haven't been sleeping. Is something going on?" There's a long pause. "You can talk to me you know."

"No, I can't," Peter hisses. He glares at the man. He has no idea. He couldn't possibly. "You don't know what it's like to have this stupid fucking body that doesn't do anything it's supposed to!"

"Maybe not, but I can help more than you think. You have to talk to me, kiddo."

"Oh just teenage boy problems right? Only I don't have a dick to jack off with so I'm just stuck like this!" He turns away again, face red, no less aching down below. That's what's really fucked up isn't it? He's having coffee with his dad while all he wants to do is cum.

"Oh course you have a dick," his dad says. Peter just looks at him, wondering if somehow he forgot his own son is trans. "Come here."

He gets up from his seat, rolling his eyes, but hoping just maybe this is going somewhere helpful. He stops in front of his dad. He's in just a pair of gray sweats and his hair is still damp from the shower. He smells like warm cologne.

"Lose the boxers."

Peter's taken aback, but when his brain processes the command he does what he's told. The kitchen air is chilly and that's when he notices that he's wet. He hates yet somehow noticing makes the heat worse. His dad can't smell it too can he? Yikes.

"That looks like a dick to me, kid." Peter looks down between his legs. There, just poking he could see what his dad was talking about. His 'dick' was engorged, maybe half an inch long. It definitely wasn't the same, but maybe he meant that he could treat it the same...

"Come here." His dad reached for him, turning him around so Peter's back was to his chest. "Let me show you. I know the movies all make it seem like you need certain equipment for this kind of thing. But you've got everything you need right here."

Tony's hand runs down the front of his t-shirt. He doesn't stop as he reaches his hips, passes them. He hovers just above his dick and the heat inside him screams. He wants to cry, he wants to sob, and then a finger just brushs his dick and he can't describe the noise that comes out of him. He grabs onto his dad's arm. His feet spread apart. An arm wraps around his chest to hold him in place.

"That's a good boy," his dad purrs. Peter whines as his finger rubs slow circles over his wet dick. His hips move without his control, he can't stop whining, he's begging 'please, please' and he can't stop it. And then the burn explodes in tingling pleasure down his legs and into his belly. He moans, leaning back in his dad's arms.

"See. It's nothing daddy can't take care of." Tony kisses the top of his head. As soon as Peter catches his breath he realizes the burning is back again and he sobs.

"Dad, please. I need more." He licks his dry lips. Wet is running down his thighs and he doesn't care. The kitchen reeks with the smell of him.

"Let me teach you so can handle it yourself. I don't want you not getting any sleep."

Peter nods as his dad takes his hand. He guides him to bring his middle finger to his dick and rub, not too much pressure, circles, nice and slow and then faster. He's panting with his mouth open, hips rocking, eyes half shut. He feels like a whore and that's hot too.

"My good boy," his dad tells him. "You're doing so good. That dick feels nice now that you know what to do doesn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah," he pants. He feels his insides clench. Then he's seeing stars. His nerves are vibrating. His dad holds him until he settles.

"Better?"

"Yeah. Thanks, dad."

Tony kisses the top of his head again. "Anytime, kid."

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bill-y · 3 years

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INURE

Peeta Mellark x male reader

[ We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family. ]

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part five: Click here, butters, elpacho, last meheecan.

Part six: You're here, dumb!

Part seven: Finally here!

Wattpad account: L0calxDumbass

Peeta and I end up helping Haymitch to his compartment, the reek of vomit and alcohol wasn't exactly pleasant. Since we couldn't set him down the bed, we ended up hauling him to the bathtub, setting the shower on him.

Peeta gave me an odd look when I laughed awhile ago; there was no humour in the situation after all. Forming a good impression wasn't really on my agenda. "It's alright; I can take it from here," he said.

I nodded, "Okay," I nodded, putting my lips together. "Do you—need me to call those Capitol people?" I asked, stumbling over my words. My confidence seemed to have been drained at some point.

He shook his head "No, I don't want them," he responded. I nod for the last time and head to my own room, relieved that I don't have to wash putrid vomit off Haymitch's chest hair, or something. Though it would be the perfect "revenge" for the people working here, I get why he doesn't want to see them.

I wonder, why does he want to help such a wreck? Was he simply kind like the time he gave me bread? Or was he using this to gain Haymitch's favour? A feeling of nervousness bubbled up within me, a kind Peeta Mellark was way more dangerous than an unkind one. Not everyone in the district can afford to be kind, so kind people make such a mark on me.

I looked at the packet of cookies at the table beside the fancy bed—a lump formed in my throat. Kindness would've been nice, but not in this situation. I sighed, taking my attention to the window instead.

There stood a lonely yellow flower, a dandelion. It took me back to the schoolyard, all those years ago. My eyes had just left Peeta's bruised face when I saw that dandelion; hope rose within me that moment, I plucked it gently from the ground and hurried home. I grabbed a small, broken bucket and grabbed Nal's hand and headed to a meadow. It was filled with the same flowers.

It was the first moment where Nal smiled after our Father's death. He loved the way the flowers smelled and looked. However, he was quite upset because we had to eat them, with the rest of the bakery bread. My father loved his plants, maybe a bit too much.

I remember countless hours we spent in the woods looking for a specific type of plant, whether for eating or for medicine. He had me memorize them by heart, which took a couple of years because I got distracted halfway through.

The next day, we were off to school. I hung around the edge of the meadow after, contemplating whether I should jump the fence. My mother couldn't get a job, well, she didn't want to. She thought the whole District would shame her the moment she stepped out of our crumbling home. It made no sense to me; we had nothing to lose anymore.

Which is exactly why I went under the fence, retrieved the old, leather-bound daggers my father made from scraps and wood. It was pretty frail, but if you handle it carefully and throw it properly, it won't break—most of the time.

I didn't go beyond twenty yards that day; I didn't feel confident enough to go deeper, fearing I'd get lost in the forest. I took home a small rabbit that day, we hadn't had meat for months, so it honestly looked like a full course meal, like the one we were served in the tribute train.

My mother isn't the greatest cook, so she burnt a couple of bits, mainly the thighs. But it still filled us. The woods became my second home, escaping the sad atmosphere my mother gave off and the pressure the Peacekeepers would regularly make us feel.

The hunting started slow, but each time I went under, I went deeper. I stole eggs from nests, jumped from tree to tree and managed to shoot a squirrel or two down. I struggled with the fish; my father would always throw his dagger to the fish with little to no effort. Whenever I'd throw mine, it would miss. It took me a couple of times to figure out the water distorts my vision.

The plants were no effort; I knew which one to pick, which ones were poisonous. The signs of danger used to terrify me back to the fence until I gathered enough courage to climb the tall trees, then I stuck with it, not liking the feeling of being chased. The wild dogs would always leave me alone after a while.

On July 15th, I finally signed up for the tesserae, carrying the first batch of grains and oils in the same broken bucket I used to gather those dandelions. I patched it up with some scrap bark. On the 15th of every month, I would put my name once again. I still had to hunt; grains weren't enough. We still needed soap, milk, thread and many more things we used to have. I began to trade in the hob, learning how to hold my tongue in the process. My father used to trade there as well; he used to do all the talking while I watched, stayed silent.

And so I simply tossed the game I had to their tables. They caught on fairly quick; I'd only speak up when it came to bargaining or when I'd change what'd I'd buy. Or when I would insult wild dog soup. My father was a charismatic man, always able to persuade people to buy whatever. Not me, though, I was like a sore thumb. Painful, to talk to at least.

My mother wasn't very enthralled with the fact that I had been hunting, too much like my father, she said. That's when we argued, "Don't be stupid like your father!" she shouted. I remember my face contorting to anger, how my fists clenched as she continued to scream.

I finally exploded, "Why don't you go out and get a job if you don't want me hunting, then? You'd rather we starve?!" I said, slamming the table. "I won't die, I won't end up like father! I won't be Capitol's pig, neither was he!"

"But if you do die?" She argued back, tears flowing down her cheeks as she gripped both my shoulders. "I'm only thinking of you, Y/n!"

I scoffed, glaring at her, "If you're thinking of us so much, then why aren't you helping us?! If I don't die being accused of rebellion, then I'll die because of those stupid games because of you!"

"Don't blame me for this! It was your father's fault for being brash—" She reasoned, but I cut her off by pushing her off me. I stared at her as if she grew three heads. "They asked you," I whispered, "All you did was nod, you could've lied."

Her green eyes shook at my words, "Lie to the Peacekeepers? The Capitol? And get us killed as well?! I only what your father wanted,"

"They didn't have anything on father! It was your voice that gave it away! It's your fault that he's dead, now we're over here starving because you can't get over yourself—"

Then there was a sting on my cheek. She had slapped me. My eyes landed on a crying Kunal; guilt surged through me, so I ran. I ran to the woods and slept on top of a tree, humming a soft tune to the mockingjays next to me. They listened and sung back. I fell asleep to their lullaby, surprisingly, not falling off.

I found my hand on the same cheek my mother slapped that day. I was going to die the same way I said, how ironic. I won't be able to apologize or tell my mother I loved her anymore. A sigh left my lips as I continued to stare out the window.

I clenched my fists, punching the wall as my breath hitched. I let out a groan, holding the stinging part of my hand. I glared at the wall, grumbling under my breath before I decided to fall asleep, not wanting to think of my regrets and what I could've done. As I closed my eyes, I only hoped my dreams would be pleasant.

"Up! Up! Up! It's a big big day!"

Effie Trinket's voice awoke me from my dreamless slumber. I groaned, muttering profanities as she left my compartment. I tried to imagine what it was like in that stupid wig--- well--- head of hers, it made my head hurt.

I had fallen asleep in the green shirt, causing it to become wrinkled, the. Not that I cared, there will be some stylist stripping me anyways. I shuddered at the thought of Capitol people touching me, what a nightmare. My eyes landed on the packet of cookies on my bedside table. I decided to grab it.

I entered the dining compartment, still half-lidded and yawning. Effie Trinket brushes me with a cup of black coffee. She was muttering obscenities, probably because of Haymitch. Peeta held a roll, looking somewhat embarrassed "Sit down! Sit down!" Haymitch said.

Peeta flashed me a smile, amused by how dishevelled I look. To be fair, I wasn't a morning person, I find waking up to be a tiring task. I rubbed my eyes, the packet of cookies still in my hands as I slid down the chair.

They served an enormous platter of food. I'd hate to admit it, but I was starving. So for the first time, I decided to stab it with the fork, not sure what to do with the cookies so I pocketed them. I figured I'd eat them much. . . much later.

I chewed slowly, glare on my face as my eyes struggled to remain open. I didn't even notice the orange juice next to me because of it. Peeta nudged me, handing me a cup of brown, rich liquid. It was quite warm. "They call it hot chocolate," he said. "It's quite good,"

My green eyes moved from him to the cup, then back to him. As if asking for permission. I sniffed, muttering a "thank you," before I took the cup from him. The moment the hot chocolate touched my lips I felt awake.

Not only was it hot, but it was also amazing. I've never tasted anything like this before. Coffee was a luxury, this I cannot even fathom. After I've drained my cup, I put it down and muster a sheepish smile. "Is there more?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Effie seemed to be excited by my sudden interest. "Glad you're finally appreciating the finer things," she quipped as another cup was passed to me. "Right," I responded, gripping the cup tightly.

I stopped eating when I felt somewhat full, only asking for more hot chocolate. Peeta is still eating, breaking off bits of roll and dipping them in his hot chocolate.

Haymitch hasn’t paid much attention to his platter, but he’s knocking back a glass of red juice that he keeps thinning with a clear liquid from a bottle. Judging by the fumes, it’s some kind of spirit. I don’t know Haymitch, but I’ve seen him often enough in the Hob, tossing handfuls of money on the counter of the woman who sells white liquor. He’ll be a mess again by the time we reach the Capitol.

"So, you're supposed to give us advice," I said, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He grinned, "Here's some advice, stay alive," then he burst out laughing.

My brows furrowed, "Ha. Ha." I let out, unamused. I glanced to Peeta, surprised to see Hardness in his eyes. Usually, he looked mild. "That's very funny," he said as if adding to my remark. He suddenly lashed out at the glass in Haymitch's hands. It shattered, spilling the blood-red liquid on the floor. "Only not to us,"

Haymitch took this opportunity to punch Peeta straight in the jaw, knocking the boy out of his chair before turning around to reach for more spirits. I stopped him, driving a knife into the table, between his hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers.

I expected some sort of retaliation, but that didn't come. "Oh, well what is this?" he said. "Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?"

Peeta rose from the floor and scoops up a handful of ice from under the fruit tureen. He started to raise it to the red mark on his jaw.

"No," Haymitch stopped him. "Let the bruise show. The audience will think you’ve mixed it up with another tribute before you’ve even made it to the arena."

"That’s against the rules," said Peeta. "Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought, you weren’t caught, even better," said Haymitch. He turns to me. “Can you hit anything other than the table?"

I shrugged, pulling the knife off the table. "Your head or. . ." I said, before tossing the knife in between the seams of two panels. If I was confident at one thing, it's my aim. But not so much with a bow.

"Stand over here. Both of you," ordered Haymitch, nodding to the middle of the room. We obey and he circles us, prodding us like animals at times, checking our muscles, examining our faces. “Well, you’re not entirely hopeless. Seem fit. And once the stylists get hold of you, you’ll be attractive enough.”

Peeta and I don’t question this. The Hunger Games aren’t a beauty contest, but the best-looking tributes always seem to pull more sponsors. Though I do enjoy the fact that the stylists are likely going to have a hard time styling me.

"All right, I’ll make a deal with you. You don’t interfere with my drinking, and I’ll stay sober enough to help you," said Haymitch. "But you have to do everything I say,"

Of course, there's a catch. "Fine," Peeta said while I shrugged carelessly, sipping on my hot chocolate. "In a few minutes, we’ll be pulling into the station. You’ll be put in the hands of your stylists. You’re not going to like what they do to you. But no matter what it is, don’t resist," Instructed Haymitch

Oh, well there goes my plan on being a general nuisance. Damn you, Haymitch.

He takes the bottle of spirits from the table and leaves the car. As the door swings shut behind him, the car goes dark. There are still a few lights inside, but outside it’s as if night has fallen again. I realize we must be in the tunnel that runs up through the mountains into the Capitol. The mountains form a natural barrier between the Capitol and the eastern districts. It is almost impossible to enter from the east except through the tunnels. This geographical advantage was a major factor in the districts losing the war that led to my being a tribute today. Since the rebels had to scale the mountains made them easy targets for the Capitol's air forces.

Peeta and I stood in silence. My finger raised, mouth opening but I decided it wasn't worth it and awkwardly shuffled to one of the windows. He seemed to have caught on, however. "Nice view, isn't it?" he joked.

"I guess if you're blind," I answered dryly, raising the warm cup to my lips. "Sophisticated darkness, my favourite type," I finished.

He chuckled, walking next to me, the train slowing on cue. My muscles tensed as the sunlight entered the compartment. It was blinding. After my eyes adjusted I finally saw the Capitol.

I would be lying if I said it wasn't beautiful. Rainbow hued buildings that tower to the sky, possibly beyond. Shiny cars rolling on the fancy, clean pavement streets. The cameras failed to capture its beauty. It would've been perfect if not for the fact that the oddly dressed colours, wearing blizzard wigs and painted faces exist.

They looked painfully artificial. I much prefer the natural tones of district 12. "Eugh, how do they look at themselves?" I muttered, catching the attention of Peeta, who chuckled at my comment.

Huh, I forgot that he was there.

The same disgusting people began to point at us, enthralled. I was sickened, they couldn't wait to watch us kill each other like wild wolves. I suppose that's better than ending up at soup.

I stepped back, a scowl on my face. No longer able to stand the obnoxious attires and the mocking smiles of scums. Peeta held his ground, smiling and waving at them.

He only stopped when the train stopped at the station, blocking up from their view. "Who knows?" he said. "Some of them may be rich."

My body seemed to freeze as I took one last sip of the now-luke warm hot chocolate. That's when I realized, I had misjudged him. Not that I can read people well.

Which made sense, if I could I would've known that his father visiting me, offering to help Haymitch only to challenge him and now, waving and smiling at those slugs. He had a plan in mind.

He hasn't accepted his death yet. Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread was fighting hard.

And that terrified me.

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distrackles · 5 years

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Resistance: Part 1

Dean Winchester x OFC

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Despise /verb/: feel contempt or a deep repugnance for.

- B o -

This was so normal for us, me and Riley sitting at a bar at the end of a "hard" day. She'll continuously drink while I sit and have a few beers, neither of us ever get a buzz anymore. Bartenders almost without out fail will hit on her, and she'll most likely bring them back to the room we're staying at while I sit in the car, or even at the bar if her fling takes place in the vehicle itself. I never get mad and she always offers me a free pass the next morning to do the same to her one day, but I don't use it.

"Are you sure you're cool with this?" She asks me, as the guy she's been hitting on grabs his coat.

I nod. "Riley, honestly I don't care, it's your car anyway, try and text me if he turns out to be into anything weird. " She rolls her eyes, and downs her last drink.

"You want me to let you know just so you can get some of that, I know you're into some weird shit." Laughing, she stands up, as my middle finger shoots up. I mean anyone can enjoy a little weird, but I'm not gonna be fuel to her flame. She heads out with the guy and I pretend to busy myself reading the label on the full bottle of beer in front of me. I usually do this until the bartender asks me if I'm alright, and then when I nod he gives me another bottle. This time I'm doing it because the guy on a stool away from me is glancing not so discretely at me every few seconds, and I don't feel like talking to anyone tonight.

"If you're gonna pretend to read that at least move your eyes a little." The guy says and my eyes flick up before I turn my head to look at him, familiar. "It would make it a little more believable."

" Maybe you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't staring so hard. " I bite back and he smiles. My hand is wet from condensation on the bottle, it's lost its chill as I drink from it. Thinking this man is gonna stop talking to me and just move on to annoy someone else was the first mistake I made. The second was when I actually acknowledged the fact that he had now moved to the stool where Riley was sitting.

"Is she your sister?" He asks, I roll my eyes. "I'm Dean, by the way." Dean Winchester, I think, of course he is. My silence gives him a moment to take another drink from his glass before he licks his lips.

"Hm, I expected Dean Winchester to be a little," I look him over for emphasis. "More intimidating." And then I smile slightly. His smirk made it obvious he wasn't the least bit offended by that, taking it more as a game.

"Should I know you?" Are his next words and I shake my head because it isn't likely, me and Riley keep to ourselves. Then again, he's a Winchester.

"Bo Shoemaker." And then I mentally curse myself because when the hell do I ever give my real last name. It's like that one rule totally left my mind. Dean's face seems to recognize it and he's just processing it, almost as if he'd be embarrassed if he said anything wrong.

"Shoemaker, as in-"

"Yeah, exactly." I cut in because I don't wanna hear his name out loud.

"So that girl, Riley Duncan I'm guessing?" I nod at that. "Bobby always says me and my brother-"

"That we're just like you and Sam, yeah I know and it's ridiculous." Once again he's cut off. "Look I should go, we gotta head out early tomorrow and it's my turn to drive." Liar.

Before Dean can say anything else I stand up, leave money, and walk out before conversation can go any further. I have no clue where I'm gonna go but honestly anything is better than having to discuss personal life. The spot our car was in is now empty, looking around at the last three cars left in the lot shows just how late it is. I scuff my boots against the pavement as I take short walks across the small area I'm given. My hands are shoved into my jacket pockets, and my breath fogs up the air in front of me. It's fucking freezing out here and I'm the coward that walked out just so I didn't have to face the truth. Dean wasn't innocent, but his curiosity was and all I had to do was say I didn't want to talk about it, of course he would have understood. I sit down on the curb of the sidewalk in front of the building, knowing Riley, I would be here a while.

His keys jingle as he approaches my side , and his booted feet crunch against some leaves when he steps off the curb to sit on it.

"I don't really want to talk about it. " I mumble, picking at the thread in my jeans. Dean doesn't say anything for a while, he only extends his legs in front of him.

"Yeah I get it, you need a ride anywhere?" He asks, looking at me.

"How long have they been gone?" I question, considering that it felt like ages since Riley had left me. Dean simply just shows me his wrist and the watch tells me it's been about an hour of me sitting out here.

"Yeah, the motel down the road." I answer his question and stand up at the same time as him. I can tell which car is gonna be his but I still wait for him to make the first move towards it before getting in the passenger side. We take the short drive to the motel, I thank him for the ride and get out as soon as I can.

"Hey, " I look back at him as he stands in the open doorway of his car. "What're you two in town for anyway."

"Not gonna let you steal our hunt Winchester." I smirk towards him and keep walking to our room. Giving the door a few knocks just to be safe, and hearing only the TV playing some ridiculously fake action film gives me the clear to go inside. Riley is on her bed, staring blankly at the screen. When she sees me the TV gets turned off, and her eyes close, she had been waiting for me to come back before she could comfortably fall asleep. The blankets are extremely thin, and my old shirt and shorts don't do much justice for any extra warmth. My eyes close, but I never fall asleep, as always.

The next morning we were up early, much to Riley's protest, in our smartest clothes, as we speak to some of the victim's family and friends. The guy's sister and roommate didn't have much information for us when I looked at the notes I took. I look up for just a second to acknowledge the waitress before looking back at my papers, the lady sets the plates down, it's mostly Riley's food anyway.

"Come on, take a break." She says with her mouth already full of pancake.

"We're missing so much yet I feel like it's right in front of our face." Dropping my pen, I replace it with my coffee mug and drink the rest of it.

" We'll figure it out." She assures and when I finally give her a real look her eyes are pointed in a direction outside. I turn my gaze to match hers and see her focus is on the Winchesters. I knew this would happen, I just had hoped I was wrong. What else would practically the most well known hunters be doing in a small town like this.

"Damn it, they're gonna take our hunt. " I groan.

"They can try, we were here first and I bet you got more of a lead anyway. " I go to argue because I know of Sam's records, and he's good at what he does when it comes to research, but Riley's chugging a cup of coffee and walking out the door before I can speak. Leaving a bit of money on the table and rushing to pack all my things up, I follow after her.

"Listen, what we had was great last night but that doesn't mean you can follow me." Is Riley's opening line towards Sam when I get out there, Dean laughs and Sam half smiles shaking his head. They're probably coming from where we just were based on the suits they're in. I finally reach her side and fix the strap of my bag on my shoulder. The boys look at me for a second before looking back at Riley who isn't done talking yet.

"This hunt is ours so don't even think about meddling in on us. "

"Hey, what's wrong with a little help?" Dean says with that smirk I already despise.

"We don't need help." I snap back at him. But then I get confused when Riley doesn't back me up.

"Bo, we could use some help, you said yourself that you didn't have enough, they might have what we're missing" She speaks quietly to me and I'm pissed because she's absolutely right and I still don't want their help.

"We're heading back to where we're staying, you guys can come with us and we'll see if we can piece anything together." Sam offers, the quiet conversation Riley was having with my ear probably wasn't too secret being we're only a few feet away.

"Yeah that's good, Sam come with me." And with that me and Dean are left standing there as Sam and Riley get in her car and drive off to the place. Dean goes to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for me, my eyebrows rise and he just shrugs. I get in the car with a huff and he shuts the door before getting in the drivers side and starting her up. The car ride is similar to last nights with no talking until we get to the motel they've been staying at.

The rest of the day and the late hours of the night are spent with me and Sam "geeking out" together, as Riley called it. Her and Dean just sat back and looked up anything we asked for. After all of us had gone through our fifth round of coffee Riley had called it a night and went to our room and an hour after that Sam headed to bed. I packed up my things roughly just to transport them to our room so I could continue working.

"Goodnight." Dean says when I try to leave without saying anything to him. I hardly glance over my shoulder and give a slight nod and a mumble before slipping out of the room and into ours.

"Bo, I don't see why it's so important to you that we do this on our own." Riley complains as I am trying to convince her to leave before we can meet up with the boys. Call me selfish, but I am feeling pretty confident that we have all the information we need after last night with Sam. Instead of answering her, I just start throwing her clothes that somehow managed to explode out of her bag within a night. I hear her groan and then go into the bathroom to get her other things. I slip out of the motel room to go load up the car with our duffel bags. Just as I shut the back car door, I look up to see Dean looking right back at me. What the hell? Why was he always around.

"What?" I ask, the question comes out a little more snarky than I intended. At first I had thought that I would get off easy when he just simply shook his head.

"Well, I definitely was comparing you more to Sam this whole time, but you and me seem to have some things in common too." He says with a sort of surprised tone. I roll my eyes, because the last thing I want is to be compared to Dean Winchester.

" I prefer to work alone too, just me and Sam." He finishes. I nod and decide to end this conversation as soon as I can.

"You should understand that it isn't personal then?" He nods at my comment this time. "Anyways, let's face it, we'll most likely cross paths again won't we? Hopefully it'll be a while" Dean laughs at that and heads back into his room. Riley comes out shortly after and we get in her car and head off to undergo the action of this hunt.

#dean winchester #sam winchester #hunters #supernatural #dean x ofc #sam x ofc #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagine #crystal reed #kaya scodelario

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awkward-uwu · 6 years

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A Royal Journey pt. 5

Previous//Next//Beginning

Genre: Fluff, Fantasy

Pairings: Female Reader x Felix, Woochan, a little Minsung

Warnings: Blood and Violence

Word count: 3,507

As Felix leaves your room he shuts your door and leans his back against it, he sits there for a second before he starts quietly giggling to himself as he covers his face with his hands. He sighs with a smile and turns to head to his room only to see Chan leaning up against their door, he jumps and almost falls over, “Chan! Hi! What are you doing here?!”

“After you decided to head to the room I thought you might not be feeling well so I was checking in on you,” Chan smirks, “But apparently you're just fine,” Felix blushes, “I- uh- we were just talking, and- uh- we-” Chan raises an eyebrow, “Sure, because that was a reaction of someone who was just talking,” he chuckles. Felix’s blush deepens, “It wasn't anything like that Chan!! We were just… just kissing…”

“Ah, ok. . . WAIT WHAT?!?!”

“Chan! Shhh, people are trying to sleep… here, let's talk in our room…” They quickly make their way to their room and Chan eagerly sits on one of the beds, “Ok ok ok ok. Tell. Me. Everything.”

“Alright! Alright, calm down…” Felix sighs, “So last night, after we-”

“Last night?!?!”

“Chan! Let me finish!”

“Oh, right, sorry.” Chan is almost vibrating out of his skin at this point because otp has actually happened. Felix chuckles, “So last night, after we dropped off Jeongin at his place I took her to the the pond, and we kinda just sat there for a moment before I told her how much I liked her, and I was fully expecting to be rejected, but before I could even finish talking she was kissing me… and… it was so… wow… she was so... and her eyes that close were just… wow…” Felix smiles to himself as he stares at the ground, “I just had to say goodnight to her, I wanted her to be the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep…” Chan just about explodes, and something of a squeak squeal sound escapes his mouth as he tackles Felix, “I can't believe my little baby bro is going out and falling in love!”

“Ack! Chan, I can't breath…” Felix flails his arms under Chan’s grasp.

“Oops sorry… I'm just so happy for you…” Chan giggles as he helps Felix back up and Jeongin walks in very confused.

The next morning Felix quickly get dressed and leaves the room. “Hey, where are you going??” Chan asks. “I just need to talk to Y/n real quick, I'll be right back,” Chan smirks, “Alright, but we'll probably be downstairs by the time you're done,” Chan winks and Felix rolls his eyes at him and leaves. He quickly knocks on your door as you're still getting dressed, “Yes? Who is it?”

“It's Felix!” You smile, “Wait just a minute, I'm not fully dressed!” You quickly pull on all your clothes except your armor and you open the door and smile and let him in, “Didn't we just do this?” You smile softly as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him into a soft kiss. He sighs into the kiss as he slowly moves his hands down your sides to you waist. You pull away and sigh, “that's never gonna get old…” You then move your arms away from his neck and go over to start putting your armor on, “Now, did you come here just for that or did you need something?” You laugh a little as you start pulling the bottom half of your armor on. “Um actually, I wanted to talk,”

“Ok? About what?” You pull your chest armor over your head.

“About, what we are…” You pause, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are we to each other, like, are we a couple now?” You laugh, “Well, I mean, we've kissed like what? Four times now? I'd consider us a couple.” You shrug as you pull your boots on. “So… I can call you my girlfriend…?”

“I-” you sit there for a second, “Huh, I guess so…” a smile slowly grows on your face, “My boyfriend is the prince…” you begin to giggle. “So that means my girlfriend is a princess,” he smirks as you start to laugh and hide your face in your hands to hide the blush now covering your cheeks. He walks over to you and moves your hands off your face and just smiles at you before he kisses you on the nose, “You're too cute, my heart might explode,” You giggle and blush deeper. “Hey, wait, aren't I technically not a princess unless I marry you…?”

“Not technically, but I'm still gonna call you one,” he smirks and pulls you into a kiss that you smile into. You move your hands to the small of his back as he puts his hands back on your waist and pulls you in closer. He slowly moves his hands to your hips as he leans his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You move your hands up into his head and slowly run your fingers through his hair which makes him sigh as he slowly pushes you up against the wall behind you. He slowly pulls way before it's gets too far and just looks into your eyes and smiles, “I can't believe the most beautiful girl in Estra is my girlfriend.” You giggle and hide your face in his chest and he laughs.

You grab your mace and bag and make your way downstairs where the rest if the boys are now sat.“Oh Felix, Y/n! You took so long we already ordered, I hope you're ok with potatoes,” Jeongin smiles brightly as you both sit down at the table. You laugh, “Sure, I like potatoes,” Not long after you sit down the bartender comes out with hash browns and eggs and Chan quickly eats and stands up, “I'm gonna go get the cart and Woojin, I'll be back to pick the rest of you up in about an hour,”

“Oh, alright, do you want any help?” Changbin asks still eating.

“Nah, I'll be fine, thanks for offering though,” You look at Chan knowingly, “Are you sure Chan?” He sighs and rolls his eyes, “Yes, I'm positive, I will be, fine,” You simply laugh, “Alright, just don't freeze again,” Chan slightly glares at you as he leaves and you just laugh harder as the rest of the guys look at you very confused. “Y/n? What was that about?” Felix asks. “Oh nothing, you'll figure it out eventually,” The guys look twice as confused but continue eating.

After the rest of you finish eating Han slides over next to you, “So, you said you and Felix weren't in a relationship right? Why don't we-”

“Uh, actually… Felix?” Felix just nods and smirks. “We actually are, starting two days ago… although we only just today agreed that we're a couple,” you chuckle as Felix laces his fingers with yours. “Oh…” Han sighs dejected and slides back over to Minho, “I guess I'll have to go back to hitting on you,” he winks at Minho and you all laugh not seeing how happy Minho is about this.

Meanwhile Chan makes it to the garden in about twenty minutes, he makes his way to Woojin’s house and takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. There's a pause before there's a slightly muffled shout, “In the back!” Chan quickly makes his way around the house and sees a large patch of sunflowers in an almost perfect circle but he doesn't see Woojin anywhere. “Um, hello…?” Chan looks around the area as a few chickens walk up and start pecking at his feet. “In here,” Chan hears from inside the sunflower patch and walks over to it confused. He walks around the side and sees a gap between the flowers, he looks in as Woojin pops his head out, “Oh! Hi! Um… Chan, right?”

“I- um- Yeah! I'm here to get you,”

“Yes, of course, I just have a few things to do first if that's alright, could you maybe help?” Woojin steps all the way out of the sunflowers and wipes his brow and leaves a smudge of dirt on his forehead. Chan can feel his heart speed up as he does this and sort of just stares for a moment, “Uh… Chan…?” Woojin waves his hand in his face. “Oh! Yes! Sorry, I'll help, what do you need me to do?” Woojin softly chuckles, “I just need you to bring these sunflowers inside while I put the chickens away and clean up, there's a vase on the table you can put them in, just fill it with water first,” he smiles softly as he hands Chan a handful of sunflowers and heads over to the chicken coop. Chan heads inside and quickly finds the vase and fills it with water, he puts the flowers in it and sets it back on the table. The orange tabby that he saw yesterday hops up into a windowsill and lays down. Chan walks over and begins petting it as he looks out the window where Woojin is carrying two chickens over to a fenced in area, he looks over and sees Chan in the window and smiles. Chan smiles back and quickly looks away so Woojin doesn't see the blush building on his face. After a minute Woojin heads inside, he walks over to a basin of water and washes his hands and face. He then turns to Chan and smiles, “Alright, let's go, my friend should be here to watch the place soon,” Chan nods and they head to the stables.

The young man who was there yesterday helps untie the horses as chan heads around the back to get the cart. Once they hook the horses up Chan sits up front to drive and Woojin sits next to him, Chan tenses up and silently starts panicking in his head due to how close they are. He takes a deep breath a looks over to Woojin, “You ready?”

“Yup!” Woojin smiles softly and Chan quickly looks away as his heart speeds up slightly. They make it to the pub in about ten minutes. “I have to go in to get the rest of the group, you can stay here if you'd like, or you could join me,” Chan says as he hops out of the cart. “Oh, alright, I'll join you,” Woojin smiles and hops off the cart as well. “Chans back!!” Felix shouts as the rest of you look towards the door. Chan chuckles, “Hey Felix! Is everyone ready to go?” Felix looks around to everyone else and you all nod, “Seems so, let's go!” You all get up and pile into the cart, you sit as close to Felix as possible and lace your hand with his and he smiles. Woojin sits up in front with Chan and you smirk at them, which Chan doesn't see, but Felix does, as he follows your eyesight he sees how tense Chan is and slowly realises what you were talking about earlier.

You make you way out of town and head south from Silvermire, which is away from the forest. As you head away from the forest there begins to be less and less trees. After a small while Han pulls out a small flute and begins playing a little up beat song as Minho begins to sing along with him, it's a song about a pair of twins, a brother and a sister whose father left them and lost their mother at a young age, they grow up moving from place to place almost daily until they meet a ragtag group of people who take them in and become their family. The song ends with that and the rest of you smile and clap, “That was great! Minho! I didn't know you could sing!” You say excitedly as Han and Minho smile and bow their heads, “Well, when you spend so much time with this dork you learn some things,” Minho chuckles as Han elbows him in the side. You all laugh, “Hey, how long have you two known each other?” Changbin asks. “Oh, well, we've known each other for years now, we've kind of just been traveling from place to place, learning new songs, making different friends, it's a pretty good life,” Han says with a smile. Woojin looks back at the rest of you, “So are two like a couple or something then?” He asks and Minho begins laughing almost too hard and Han begins to blush ever so slightly which nobody notices, “You're hilarious!” Minho wipes a tear away still laughing as Han looks a little sad, but not enough where anyone notices. “No, we're not, we're just really good friends,” Minho continues to laugh a bit. “Well ok then…” Woojin chuckles seeing right through him and turns back around. He then taps on Chan’s shoulder, “Hey, you should let me drive, you've been at it for a while,” Chan shakes his head, “No no, I couldn't possibly-”

“Please? You look tired…” Woojin frowns a bit. Chan's heart skips a beat at the small pout on Woojin's face, “I- um-” Chan sighs, “alright, but if you start getting tired I won't hesitate taking back the reins.” Woojin chuckles, “Alright,” Chan hands him the reins and sits back as Han and Minho start a new song.

As it starts getting dark you all see the very edge of another forest, Woojin pulls the cart over to the very edge of it a few feet away from the road. You all hop out and start to set up camp. As you pull out a tent Jeongin speaks up, “Wait! I have a new spell! We won't need to sleep outside!” The rest of you stop, “Wait, what??” Felix asks. “Here,” Jeongin pulls out his wand and spell book, “stand back,” The rest of you step back as he speaks a cantrip and waves his wand and a large clear dome appears, it's about ten feet in diameter. You all stand there in awe as Jeongin smiles triumphantly. “You all can go in and out of it freely, it will keep any rain or other things out while we sleep! I also have a spell called alarm, so we won't need to stand watch!” Jeongin states as the rest of you poke in and out of the dome, “Jeongin this is amazing!!” Chan smiles brightly as he ruffles Jeongin's hair. Jeongin giggles, “Thank Changbin, he gave me the spell scrolls!” Changbin chuckles and rubs the back of his head, “Hey, it's the least I could do to say thanks for helping,”

You all move your things into the dome and set up your bed rolls. “Hey guys, I'm gonna go get some wood so we can make a fire,” you stand up and start heading to the forest, “Wait! I'm going with you!” Felix shouts as he runs to catch up to you. You smirk, “You know I don't need a bodyguard, right?”

“Oh don't start that again,” Felix chuckles as he follows you into the forest. “Hey Chan, shouldn't somebody go with them?” Chanbin asks as he ties the horses up to a nearby tree. Chan chuckles, “Nah, they're strong, they'll be fine if anything happens,”

“That's not what I was talking about…” Chan sits there for a second, “...Oh! Wait… do you know…?” Changbin laughs, “About them finally being a thing? Yeah, they told us right after you left to get Woojin,”

“Ah, ok good. But still, I trust them, they wouldn't pull anything… probably…”

Meanwhile in the forest, once you get to where you can barely see the campsite Felix grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him and you gasp at the sudden movement, once you realize it's just Felix you grin and move your hands to his waist. “I've missed you…” he says quietly, which gets you a little flustered because his voice is normally deep but right now it seems to have gone done a few octaves, which he definitely knows is messing with you. You clear your throat and recompose yourself, “What are you talking about? I've been with you all day,” you smirk knowing exactly what he's talking about. “You know what I mean,” he grins as he kisses you pulling you closer. You sigh into his mouth as you slowly move your hands up his chest and to his hair which makes him groan as he moves his hands to your waist and pushes you backwards up against a tree. You tilt your head to the side to deepen the kiss as you quickly move your hands to his waist and spin him around to where you're now pushing him up against the tree. He gasps and parts from you looking into your eyes wondering what just happened. You smirk and lean in to kiss him again as he tightens grip on your waist. You pull apart and he grins, “Ya know, I think I like this better,” You giggle, “Dork, come on, the guys are waiting for us,” you let go of him and start picking up wood for the fire. Felix just stands there up against the tree for a moment staring at you as you walk away, “Wow…” he sighs quietly.

A few minutes later the two of you make it back to the campsite laughing and poking at each other. “It took you long enough, we were starting to get cold,” Chan chuckles as the two of you set up a fire. “Hey, it takes a while to find enough wood,” Felix rolls his eyes as everyone sits around the fire. You cuddle up to Felix and Chan and Jeongin also cling to him making a big pile. The other four sit there a little confused before Chan grabs Changbin and pulls him in as he grabs Han and Minho pulling them with. Woojin just chuckles and sits to the side before you speak up, “Woojin, you know you can join the pile right?”

“Wouldn't that be a little weird…?” he asks. “Only if you make it weird,” you shrug. He thinks for a second, “Well, ok then, I'm always down for a cuddle pile!” He then glomps onto the pile somehow almost encompassing the whole group in a hug. You all sit like that for a few minutes before Jeongin speaks up, “Hey, do you two have any more stories of those twins?”

“Huh? Oh yeah!!” Han excitedly gets up breaking the pile, to get a small lute from his things. You all sort of end up separating a bit but you're still sitting pretty close, except you and Felix who are leaning up against each other with your hands entangled. Han begins playing a slower more ballad like song and begins singing as Minho slowly joins in. The song again is about the twins, but this time it's also about the people they met. The first is a very strong man who lived off the land with a group of unkind people, at a younger age he saved an elderly man from the groups hand and was beaten and shunned for it, the old man took him in and raised him as his own with his granddaughter who was the next member. She grew up to become a very strong cleric helping everyone and is loved by all, the two of them are extremely close. The next is a cunning bard who always lightens the mood with song and jokes, he is also infatuated with the young cleric who stays uninterested. Next is a young female druid on a journey to avenge her mother and become the leader of her people, she's a little flaky, but is one of the strongest members of the group. The last is an inventor who was practically royalty until his family was murdered and he was nearly killed and kicked from his own home, he made a deal with a devil to avenge his family. The rest of the song explains how they become very close helping each other achieve their goals. The song ends as everyone claps, “You two are so good! How many more stories if this group do you know?” Chan asks excitedly. “Thank you, there are many songs and stories of this group, they were legends in one of the countries I visited,” Han says proudly. “Whoa! You've been to other countries?!” Jeongin sits up excitedly. “Well of course! A bard gets around!” Han chuckles as Jeongin sits there amazed.

You all sit around the fire for about half an hour before you're all ready go to sleep and you all head into the dome. You and Felix obviously sleep next to each other, the rest of them sleep in random spots throughout the dome. After about ten minutes it begins to rain and you couldn't be happier that Jeongin learned this spell. You fall asleep to the sound of rain and Felix besides you.

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