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lost and found - part 6

summary | you are arrested for crimes against the sacred timeline, but there is much more to the tva than you think there is.

pairing | bucky barnes x reader

word count | 7k

warnings | violence, killing, spoilers for the loki tv show!

notes | this is the last and final part !!! woo-hoo we made it everybody thank u for all the support on this series !! it meant the world to me <3333

previous part | masterlist

it was a magnificent sight to behold. the house was more or less broken down, but the background behind it was like something from outer space. a streak of white travelled behind the house, and rocks all around were levitating in mid air.

something so ethereal shouldn’t be true. couldn’t be true. as the three of you walked to the door of the house, you realised that the house was much bigger than it seemed. the door was two times taller than you — maybe even three — and the manor had at least four stories.

the obsidian doors and its frame had golden slashes across it.

wanda dared a step closer to the door. ‘aren’t you going to tell me not to kick the door in?’ she asked, in a small, shaky voice.

‘it never made a difference,’ you shrugged.

‘well,’ she turned to face you and bucky, ‘if you think it’s a bad idea, i prefer you to speak your mind.’

bucky gulped. ‘no. nothing to say.’

‘that’ll be a first,’ she snarked.

bucky shot her a dirty look.

‘oh,’ she whined, ‘just tolerate it, will you, you big baby?’

you sighed.

wanda cleared her throat and faced the door again, taking one step forward, and then one back. she was teetering nervously on her ankles.

‘everything okay?’ you asked.

she sniffled. ‘yeah. just need a moment.’

‘okay,’ bucky nodded.

‘it’s just you, usually—’ you started.

‘respectfully, please shut up,’ she said. ‘i was pruned before you even existed. i have been waiting for this moment for my entire life. i just need a second to get my head straight, okay?’

you nodded. ‘sure, of course.’ you placed your hands behind your back and looked down.

the entrance suddenly opened with a creak. you looked up, but wanda was in the same position as she had been before. the doors had opened of its own accord, it seemed.

the doors opened to a gloomy castle of some sort, with onyx pillars and obsidian flooring. gold slashes were distributed sporadically once again.

there were two stone-faced statues of time-keepers flanking an archway.

the three of you warily stepped inside; grips on your weapons tight, guns loaded, knives unsheathed. the doors slammed shut behind you, almost like a silent warning of ‘no chance of escape now’. kind of like the warnings there’d be at the scary rollercoasters at coney island. the memory brought a faint smile to your face.

‘okay, there it is,’ you said, pointing to the ride a few kilometres ahead of where you and bucky were standing.

bucky squinted to get a better look at it. ‘i don’t know, doll.’

‘oh, please, please, pretty please,’ you said, batting your eyelashes at him. ‘it’s my birthday.’

‘i know, i know,’ he said, with a nervous chuckle. ‘why don’t you go on without me?’

a frown grew on your face. ‘alone?’

the corner of bucky’s lips quirked up, almost as if it were shrugging.

you sighed. ‘fine. wait for me, i suppose.’ you let out a huff. you knew it was selfish to ask him to come along when he was so obviously scared, but you really wanted to spend time with him.

after seeing the frown on your face, bucky pursed his lips in submission. ‘you promise you’re gonna hold my hand?’ he said, scrunching his nose up almost as though he thought agreeing to this was a bad idea. how false.

you grinned. ‘promise.’

‘okay, then,’ he said, with a small smile on your face. ‘anything for you.’

you kissed him. ‘i love you.’

‘i love you too. might be the only reason i’m entertaining this death wish.’

‘reason enough,’ you said, pulling him for another kiss. ‘i love you, i love you, i love you,’ you said, peppering kisses all over his face with each chant of the three words.

he laughed. ‘alright, you’ve already sold me on it. let's go.’

after the ride, bucky had looked sick all day. he didn’t throw up or anything, he just had an uneasy expression on his face and flinched whenever he was in the vicinity of another rollercoaster.

‘remember coney island?’ bucky whispered, nudging you. ‘it’s the same door-shutting-as-a-warning thing.’

you chuckled. ‘that was a good day.’

‘for you, maybe.’

‘oh come on, sarge, do heights frighten the james buchanan barnes?’ you said, stifling your laughter.

‘heights really aren’t part of my job description,’ he joked in a hush-hush voice.

‘are you sure?’

‘can you two lovebirds shut up?’ wanda said, turning around from ahead of you two.

‘sorry,’ the two of you muttered, a smile plastered on your faces.

the moment she turned her back, bucky leant in and told you, ‘she’s just jealous.’

you let out a giggle.

‘i heard that,’ wanda snarled.

as the three of you moved forward, you could barely see anything in the low light. there was another archway ahead of the archway you were close to.

you were about to cross it when boom! an orange clock appeared.

‘hey, y’all!’ you flinched at her sound. you never really noticed how scary she could be.

on instinct, the three of you pulled out your weapons: wanda her sword, bucky his gun, and you your knife.

‘you again?’ wanda said, the realisation sinking in.

‘welcome to the citadel at the end of time.’

‘come on,’ you whispered, nudging all of them to move to the right of where miss minutes was standing.

she turned to face you as you moved. ‘congratulations. y’all had an awfully long journey to get here. he’s impressed.’

‘who’s impressed?’ wanda snarled.

‘he who remains,’ she said, with a smile that sent a chill up your back.

‘and who is he?’ you asked, keeping your voice low.

‘he created all,’ she explained, ‘and he controls all.’ the three of you walked closer towards the hologram. ‘at the end, it is only he who remains.’

she walked to a pillar, and placed her hands behind her back. ‘and,’ she continued, ‘he wants to offer you a deal. he’s been making a few creative adjustments and he’s worked it out so we can reinsert both of y’all back into the timeline in a way that won't disrupt things.’

you and wanda looked at each other, a suspicious glare housing itself in the pupils of your eyes.

‘“wont disrupt things”?’ wanda asked, dubitation prominent in her voice.

‘the tva can keep doin' its vital work and y’all can live the lives you’ve always wanted,’ she said, nodding. well, as much as a mostly two dimensional hologram could, anyway.

‘and what have we always wanted?’ you asked.

miss minutes redirected her gaze to you and bucky. ‘now don’t play coy with me, missy. you know exactly what you want.’

‘what?’

‘you lost your husband, your parents, everything. you versus the world, it felt like, didn’t it?’ you clenched your jaw. ‘how would you like to…’ she strolled around, ‘not lose anyone? live in peace? you can go anywhere you want. and,’ she smirked, and pointed at bucky, ‘you get to take him along.’

god, you hated her. she knew exactly where you were wounded and shot the arrow right there. your breathing got a little more uneven and deep.

‘what about you, hon’?’ she said, turning to wanda. ‘all those years on the run. desperate, alone. how would you like to wake up tomorrow with just a lifetime of happy memories?’

you saw wanda’s lower lip tremble.

‘two y/ns in the same place, happy and flourishing,’ miss minutes continued.

‘none of this would’ve ever happened?’ you asked her.

‘it’s crazy,’ she shrugged, ‘but he could make it work.’

all three of you shared a look.

‘all of it,’ she kept talking, ‘everything. exactly the way you’ve always wanted. and you can have it all. together.’

wanda breathed deeply. sighing, she said, ‘it’s fiction.’ you could hear the tiredness in her voice. you could hear the desperation, the hope. how much she wanted to forget everything she’d been through, but she knew she couldn’t. ‘we write our own destiny.’

‘oh,’ miss minutes chuckled, ‘sure you do. good luck with that.’ you didn’t appreciate the condescendence in her voice. with that, she whisked away into thin air.

‘come on,’ bucky said to the two of you.

🦇 🧳 ☕️ 🏹 🏷

ravonna shuffled through the files in her lap. she turned her head to her table in search of another file she thought she might have missed out on. her eyes landed on a ringed stain. james. it must have been from the last time they shared a drink in her office. it seemed like a million years ago.

her attention from the stain was diverted to the tring sound in front of her.

‘hey, there,’ miss minutes said, as she appeared in ravonna’s office.

‘what took you so long?’ ravonna snapped, as she put down the files she was perusing.

‘sorry. some things had to get worked out, but i'm downloadin' the files you need now.’ she pointed to a tempad with a loading bar on it.

ravonna leant in and picked the tempad up and frowned at it. shaking her head, she said, ‘this isn’t what i asked for.’

‘i know, but he thinks this’ll be more useful.’

ravonna furrows her brows in confusion. ‘who?’

‘happy reading!’ miss minutes waved and shrank away into nothingness.

🚬 🍂 🖋 💡 🔍

the three of you walked ahead, wary of each step taken, on the qui vive.

‘he who remains,’ you said.

‘not for much longer,’ wanda replied, with a whiff of confidence marking her words.

your weapons were raised in front of you yet again.

you entered a chamber of some sort. the same black marble interiors with golden streaks, only this time there were frosted glass windows, chandeliers and more time-keeper statues: one for each corner.

the three of you carefully descended down the short flight of stairs into the room. you walked ahead, hands raised at your sides. bucky followed you, and wanda headed in the other direction.

wanda walked towards a crumbling piece of cement with the same colour scheme. you wiped the dust off of a pillar. examining the relatively abnormal plethora of residue on your hand, you said, ‘are we sure he’s even still alive?’

just as wanda was about to answer you, the deep echoes of a lock clattering sounded throughout the room. the three of you headed toward the door where the sound seemed to be coming from.

as the door slowly creaked open, the three of you were alerted. bucky had his gun pointed at the door, wanda her sword, and you your knife. your shaky breaths punctuated the heavy opening of the door.

the hatch slid open to reveal a man dressed up rather strangely — almost as though he were wearing a costume, sitting on a seat. he was swinging his legs back and forth, but once your gazes landed on each other, he leant in forward in his seat with a wide grin on his face.

he stood up. there was a green apple in his hand.

he raised his hands slightly, as though to tease how on edge the three of you were.

‘this is wild,’ he chuckled. ‘the two of you,’ he pointed to you and wanda, ‘the same person. a little unnatural, but… wow. wild!’ he shifted his gaze to bucky. ‘you! you were supposed to be dead! and you were a tva agent! look at you, fraternising with criminals.’

your weapons stayed pointed at him. he bit into the fruit in his hand.

‘he who remains,’ wanda said, with a growl.

‘he who remains,’ repeated the man, albeit muffled with a mouth full of apple, you presumed. ‘she still calls me that?’ he said, gesturing to nowhere in particular. probably miss minutes. ‘creepy, right? but… i like it.’ he gulped.

wanda lowered her weapon and narrowed her eyes at him. she realised that this man couldn’t possibly be half the threat he was advertised to be.

‘come on,’ he said, his robes shuffling around, ‘come on, let’s talk in my office.’

the three of you gave each other dubious looks, not sure of this man’s intentions. you walked towards him into an elevator, it seemed, and kept the weapons pointed at him.

he looked like he couldn’t be bothered, however, and that was something that perturbed you. he was nonchalantly eating an apple. his shoulders rose with his heavy inhale.

‘not what you were expecting, hm?’

your breaths got shallower.

‘you’re just… a man,’ bucky said. you had expected an extra terrestrial creature, the sorts you had read about in horror novels.

‘flesh and blood,’ he said, rubbing his nose. ‘don’t tell me i’m a disappointment.’

‘no,’ wanda said. ‘just a little bit easier to kill.’ she advanced on him with her sword, but as though he knew what was going to happen, he disappeared and reappeared in a different corner of the elevator. wanda’s sword clanged on the empty wall of the elevator.

you and bucky looked up at the ceiling, where you heard a thud. the three of you skimmed through each crook of the elevator, panting. you heard the bell of the elevator ding, and your heads snapped upwards in alert.

the door slowly opened to reveal he who remains, with a sickeningly wide grin plastered across his face. he was holding a half eaten apple in his hands.

once the door completely opened, he beckoned the three of you into the room the door had opened to.

‘come on in,’ he said. his cloaks billowed behind him as he turned and left. you saw wanda glower at him. you didn’t know about him, but you sure as hell knew you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a stare like that. it was a threat of assassination looming around, waiting to be executed.

she stormed ahead to the table he was standing at, and you and bucky followed. he was bent over the desk, pouring some sort of beverage from a jug meticulously into a cup. his office had a desk, a large wall with circular frosted glass behind it, a library to the side, and a fireplace somewhere. the whole place was poorly lit.

the three of you warily moved towards him, weapons unswerving in their stance. wanda was closer to him than you and bucky were. that was probably for the best.

‘one,’ you heard the man say, quietly. he switched over to pouring into another cup. ‘two.’ his voice was rather gravelly, you noticed. ‘three,’ he said, filling another cup to the brim. he looked and up and beamed at the two of you. he set the jug down. ‘please,’ he said, gesturing to the three seats in front of his desk, ‘take a seat.’

wanda eyed you, as though to say, should we?

you stepped forward in agreement. bucky was right there at your side.

‘uh…’ he said, placing a cup on the desk in front of a chair where you were supposed to be sitting, presumably, ‘y/n.’ he nodded in wanda’s direction and placed a cup in front of where she was supposed to be sitting. ‘y/n…’ he then placed the cup in front of the last seat. ‘james.’

wanda raised her eyebrows at the two of you. bucky beckoned the two of you to sit in the chairs. you sat in the middle chair, knife pointed at the strange man.

wanda and bucky sat down after you did, and he let out a rather loud exhale.

‘been a long journey for you,’ he said, lounging on his seat. ‘lot of running, lot of pain. and you…’ he looked at wanda, and sputtered his lips in amusement. ‘you’re a flea on the back of a dragon.’ he chuckled. ‘in for one hell of a ride. but you did manage to hang on.’ he hummed and nodded. ‘i guess that counts for something.’

you raised your knife at him. ‘i’m not sure you quite understand the situation. you’ve lost.’ you looked at wanda and bucky. ‘we found you.’

he stared at the three of you for a moment, in confusion. ‘duh. of course you did.’

suddenly, wanda rose from her seat and slashed the knife at the man. unfortunately, he disappeared and reappeared this time too.

with a zap, he was sitting on top of the support of his chair. ‘whew, a swing and a miss.’

wanda released a growl. you looked at bucky with a raised eyebrow, as though to say, how did she make that sound? he seemed to have understood you and shrugged.

he laughed. ‘so, we still doing this, huh?’ wanda retreated from where she was leaning over his desk. he got up from where he was crouching on his chair. ‘let’s get all this out of the way.’

he picked a up a maroon file and brought it to his desk. ‘okay,’ he said as he flipped through it. he snatched out a white sheet of paper. ‘here we go.’ he pulled out two more, and laid one each in front of the three of you. it was almost like a teacher handing out test papers.

the three of you stood up and walked towards the desk to examine the sheets.

‘you can’t kill me because i already know what’s going to happen,’ he said. you picked up the sheet and brought it to your face. where were your glasses when you needed them? ‘see?’

you scoffed at whatever you could see. it seemed to be a screenplay, a script of some sort. only instead of the characters, your names were there. and replacing the dialogue was everything that had anyone had said in this past hour.

‘it’s a parlour trick,’ you said.

‘okay!’ the man snapped his fingers, and started circling the three of you slowly. ‘don’t you wonder how i’m able to get out of the way—’ he shimmied around in his place, ‘—just before you kill me?’

‘no,’ wanda said, ‘it’s because of that little tempad you have there.’ she pointed to the device at his belt.

‘right. but how do i already have it loaded up with everything i need to know to keep from being killed by you three?’ he had a villainous grin on his face, resembling that of a cheshire cat. when none of you said anything in response, he said, ‘it’s easy.’ he placed his hands on his desk. ‘i know it all.’ those words were uttered comically nonchalantly. ‘and i’ve seen it all.’ he sat down back in his chair.

‘everything you guys did on lamentis, i saw,’ he continued. ‘all the stuff the tva didn't know about, i knew.’ his voice was getting more triumphant by the second. ‘all the scheming, all the talking.’ he looked at you and bucky. ‘star crossed lovers united. quite sentimental, very touching stuff, by the way.’

you furrowed your brows. this man was talking about your entire life like it was some… soap on the television. you didn’t like it.

wanda looked at you, and shaking her head in disapproval she turned back to the man. ‘no. no, we broke out of your little game. that’s how we got here.’

‘no,’ he said, victory clinging on to his words. ‘every, every, step you took to get here— lamentis, the void, i,’ he ran his hand vertically through his desk as though to demonstrate a street, ‘paved the road. you…' he held his hands up and pointed them at the three of you. his hands imitated the movement of legs when walking. ‘you just walked down it.’

wanda licked her bottom lip and looked up the ceiling, frustrated. you teetered on your feet restlessly, finding bucky’s hand next to your own. he intertwined his fingers with yours. you looked at him. he offered you the best he could — a small, sad smile.

the man got up, and started perusing through his files again. ‘and i have the rest, um, right here.’ he flipped open something that was either a very thick and sturdy folder, or a small and relatively flat briefcase. he pulled out a thick stack of papers, and placed it in front of the three of you.

‘everything that's, uh... that's going to happen,’ he said. 'there's only one way this can go.’

‘then why are we here?’ bucky said, irritated.

‘oh, come on,’ the man said, seemingly offended by bucky’s harsh tone. ‘you know you can’t get to the end unless you’ve been changed by the journey.’ he used air quotes for that part. ‘this stuff, it needs to happen.’ he said it as though it was the most obvious thing, and something you should have picked up on. ‘to get us all in the right mindset to finish the quest.’ he was definitely putting on a show, a very flamboyant one at that.

‘right,’ you said, narrowing your eyes, dubious of his intentions. you lifted your eyes from where you were examining the scripts. ‘so, it’s all a game. it’s all… a manipulation.’

‘interesting,’ he said, ‘that your head would go to that.’ he leant in closer to you. ‘wanda!’ he yelled, suddenly. it made you flinch. ‘you think you can trust her?’ he faced her.

‘don’t listen to him,’ you muttered.

‘“don’t listen to him”,’ mocked the man. you wanted to punch his face in, so you flexed your fingers from beside you. this man might know it all, but probably didn’t know just how much you hated when men mocked you.

the man sputtered a laugh. ‘do you think you’re…’ he continued talking to wanda, ‘capable of trusting anyone?’

he sat perched atop his desk now.

‘i understand your moral objections to what the tva does.’ well, you think with a scoff, do you? he stood up and brushed down his cloak. ‘and my methods are deceptive.’ he walked in front of you, and sat on the desk there. ‘but the mission, it never was. without the me, without the tva…’ he shook his head, ‘everything burns.’

‘then what are you so afraid of?’ you asked, your voice low.

he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he furrowed his brows, seemingly rummaging around in his brain for something to say. eventually, his eyebrows turned upwards, and he shrugged. ‘me,’ he said, sheepishly.

‘and just who are you?’ wanda asked.

‘oh,’ he stood up from his desk, ‘i’ve been dubbed many names by many people.’ he walked back to his desk. ‘a ruler, a conqueror.’ he snickered to himself as he took a seat in his chair. ‘he who remains,’ he shrugged, ‘a jerk.’ then, sucking in a sharp inhale through his teeth, he said, ‘but it’s not… as simple as a name.’ he made a circular motion on what looked like a watch on his wrist. he knocked something off of it. a piece of clay, it seemed.

the clay transformed into a figurine. a figurine that looked a lot like him.

‘eons ago, before the tva, a variant of myself lived on earth, in the 31st century,’ began the man. ‘he was a scientist,’ the figurine transformed to the man standing with his hand on his chin, confused and examining what seemed to be a miniature replica of the universe, ‘and he discovered that there were universes stacked,’ the discs multiplied and arranged themselves above and below each other accordingly, ‘on top of his own.

‘at the same time, other versions of us were learning the same thing. naturally, they made contact,’ the figures transformed to two of the same man; one of them was standing in a portal. ‘and for a while, there was peace.’ the figures shifted to shaking each other’s hands. ‘narcissistic, self-congratulatory peace. “i love your shoes.” “i love your hair.” “oh man, nice nose.” “thanks, man.” et cetera.’ he stared at the three of you with a grin.

‘they shared technology and knowledge,’ the figures transformed to depict a science laboratory. ‘using the best of their universes to improve the others. however,’ he picked up his green apple and bit into it, ‘not every version of me was so,’ he seemed to be searching for the right word, ‘so pure of heart. to some of us, new worlds meant only one thing, new lands to be conquered. the peace between realities,’ he blew a raspberry with his mouth — a feeble attempt at an imitation of an explosion, ‘erupted into an all-out war. each variant fighting to preserve their universe and annihilate the others.

he tilted his head, teasingly almost. ‘this was almost the end… ladies and gentlemen, of everything and everyone.’

‘and then the time-keepers came and saved us all,’ wanda interrupted, spitefully.

‘amen,’ the man sang it like a church choir would, stretching the word out more than necessary. he joined his hands together, almost as though he was praying, and the little figurines did the same, except they were kneeling.

‘no,’ he chuckled, shaking his head. ‘no. nope, this is where we diverge from the dogma.’ the figurine shifted into the man holding a lamp. ‘that first variant encountered a creature created from all the tears in reality, capable of consuming time and space itself. a creature…’ he bent forward on his desk, ‘…you all know.’

‘alioth,’ you said, quietly.

‘bingo!’ the figurine shifted to the man holding the lantern up again, but this time alioth — a big dark cloud, anyway — was there, in front of the figurine. ‘i harnessed the beast’s power and began experimenting on it.’ he inhaled with a grimace before continuing his story. ‘i weaponised alioth and i ended…’ his fists slammed the desk and his voice got more aggressive, ‘i ended the multiversal war.

‘once i isolated our timeline, all i had to do was manage the flow of time and prevent any further branches. hence,’ he leaned forward and held is hands up in a grand display, ‘the tva.’ it seemed he was anticipating applause. when he didn’t get any, he continued, ‘hence, the time-keepers and a highly efficient bureaucracy,’ he stood up from his seat and hoisted himself up on his desk, ‘hence, ages and ages,’ his voice was getting louder, ‘of cosmic harmony. hence,’ he crouched down to your level, ‘you’re welcome!’

when he didn’t earn a reaction, he swiped the pad of his forefinger on his watch, and the clay figurine disappeared with a spark and a buzz.

‘you came to kill the devil, right?’ he exited his crouch and sat, legs dangling over the front of his desk. ‘well, guess what. i keep you safe,’ he lowered his voice to a hush, almost as though he were telling a child a secret. and if you think i’m evil, well, just wait till you meet my variants.’ he had a sad smile on his face.

when you looked at bucky and wanda with worry laced in your features, the man drawled, ‘and… that’s the gambit.’ he got up, and started flailing his arms around rather unnecessarily. ‘stifling order or cataclysmic chaos.’ he chuckled mirthlessly, and returned back to his seat. ‘you may hate the dictator, but something…’ he exhaled deeply, almost as if to prepare himself for the words he was uttering next, ‘…far worse is gonna fill that void if you depose of him.’

he slid his hand across his desk. ‘i’ve lived a million lifetimes.’ you saw wanda shaking her head disapprovingly, glaring daggers into the man’s face. ‘i’ve gone through every scenario.’ you bent your head in frustration. ‘this is the only way.

‘the tva,’ he started nodding, ‘it works.’

‘or… you’re a liar,’ wanda spat.

the man bent to the side, leaning on his hand. ‘or i’m a liar.’

‘so you just…’ you said, averting your gaze from him, ‘…continue to prune innocent timelines?’

‘mhm. you three would.’

the three of you stared at him with a puzzled look on your faces.

‘there’s two options,’ he said, wagging his fingers. ‘one… kill me, and destroy,’ he waved his hands behind him, at the wall, ‘all of this, so you don’t just have one devil, you have an infinite amount. or… you three. you three run the thing.’

you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘you’re lying.’ it was too good to be true. ‘why would you give up being in control?’

the man clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. ‘buddy… i’m tired. and… i’m older. i’m older than i look. this game is for the young, the hungry. i’ve gone through a lot of scenarios… trying to find the right person take this spot. and it turns out, that person came in three.’ he let out a breathy laugh. ‘but it’s definitely you three.’

you and wanda looked at each other. it seemed the wariness was mutual.

‘so, no more lies,’ the man continued. ‘you kill me, and the sacred timeline is completely exposed. or… you take over, and return to the tva as its benevolent rulers. tell the workforce who they are, and why they do what they do.’ there was a triumphant beam on his face.

wanda glowered at him, a small smirk playing at her mouth. ‘you treated real people’s lives like some kind of game.’ her voice was nothing more than a whisper at this point. a chill ran up your back. you could only hope she wouldn’t do anything too drastic.

the man shook his head in disapproval. ‘it’s not personal, it’s practical.’

‘it was personal to me,’ wanda said, her voice raised.

the man groaned and leaped forward on his desk. ‘grow up! grow up, wanda!’ he was yelling now. ‘murderer. hypocrite. we’re all villains here,’ he chuckled. ‘we’ve all done terrible, horrible, horrific things.’

your gaze snapped back to your lap.

‘but now, we— you…’ he continued, ‘…have a chance to do them for a good reason.’ you couldn’t believe the audacity of this man.

a faint rumble sounded off in the distance. the man stopped talking and tried to hear it. his posture stiffened and worry stained his face like ink on paper.

not making eye contact directly, he said in a weak voice, ‘we just crossed… the threshold.’ he released a shaky laugh, absent of any humour. another rumble of thunder ripped across the room.

the man looked around the room, with a look of perplexity across his features. he picked up a figurine from all the way on the other side of his desk, brought it in front of him, and dropped it from a height.

he hissed through his teeth. ‘so… i fibbed. i fibbed earlier, when i said i know how everything’s going to go. i— i know... i knew,’ he chuckled nervously, ‘everything up to a certain point, and that point was about…’ he took a pause, mentally counting, ‘seven, eight, nine, ten seconds ago.’

the three of you furrowed your brows in worry.

‘but now i have no idea. no idea how the rest of this is going to go.’ he looked around the room once again, then turned to face you with an uneasy smile. ‘i’m being candid.’

you glowered at him. ‘so that’s it?’ when he didn’t say anything, you repeated your question. ‘that’s it? this is what happens at the end of time? and now you're just gonna sit there with all that freedom and... let us decide your fate?’ you had seen some strange things on your way here, but this was somehow, by far, the most peculiar.

he looked up. ‘yes!’ he said, rather loudly. ‘yes, yes, yes!’ he was almost shrieking now. you winced at the sudden enthusiasm. ‘what’s the worst that can happen? you either... take over and my life's work continues.’ you saw wanda’s foot bounce restlessly. ‘or… you plunge a blade in my chest and an infinite amount of me, uh, start another multiversal war. and i just... end up right back here anyways.’ his gaze diverted his feet. he took in a deep sigh, looked up again, and said, ‘reincarnation, baby.’

‘no,’ wanda shook her head with a knowing smile, ‘it’s just another lie.’ your chest rose with a hefty inhale. ‘another manipulation.’ the grip on her sword tightened.

‘oh,’ the man said, ‘no lie.’ he was vehemently shaking his head. ‘no manipulation.’ he sighed. leaning forward, he checked his watch and his brows furrowed. he pulled it off of his wrist.

‘wow,’ he said. he let out a soft chuckle, then placed the watch on the front of the table. ‘i love this. i love… all this honesty.’ he rested his head on his outstretched arm. ‘feels like a fresh start.’

suddenly, wanda sprang up from her seat. before she could impale the man with her sword, you caught hold of her wrist and yanked. she immediately turned around and placed the sword on your chest. she was now pushing you back and walking in your back’s direction.

‘what are you doing?’ she asked.

‘wanda, hang on a moment,’ you said, panting.

‘y/n—’ bucky said, standing up.

you held your hand up to him. ‘it’s ok,’ you mouthed. ‘let’s just talk about it,’ you told wanda, gently placing your hand on her elbow.

she lowered her sword. ‘well, how about we finish what we started, and kill him?’ she pushed you out of the way and walked towards him, but you grabbed ahold of her wrist. she flung her sword at you, but thankfully you dodged the blow.

‘wanda!’ you said, firmly, lifting your knife. ‘what if he’s telling the truth?’

‘so what?’ she snapped.

‘i believe him,’ you said quietly. wanda’s eyes darted to bucky, who softly nodded.

‘do you actually believe that a bazillion… boogeymen will turn up and wreak havoc just because we give people free will? he’s a liar, y/n.’

‘wanda,’ you said, softly, ‘we have seen an inordinate amount of strange things. this might be a little stranger than usual, but are you really willing to jump to such a conclusion after everything that’s happened?’

‘better hurry,’ the man called out from behind, ‘the timeline’s already branching.’

‘so, what are you suggesting?’ wanda exhaled.

‘that we think about it.’

‘and precisely what is there to think about?’

‘weren’t you listening to what he was saying? remove the dictator, and what fills the void?’

wanda’s posture stiffened. ‘this is about bucky, isn’t it?’

bucky’s head snapped up. ‘what?’

‘yeah. you’ll abandon me just to have a happy life with him, won’t you?’

‘wanda—’ you started.

‘no, i don’t blame you. because, after all, what am i, if not a pawn in your game?’

‘wanda, how can you say something like that?’

‘i knew i shouldn’t have trusted either of you.’

‘wanda, the universe is in the balance, everything we know to be true. everything. I know the tva has hurt us both. but what if by taking him out… we risk unleashing something even worse? all i’m suggesting is we just take a minute to think about it. i promise you from my heart this isn't about abandoning you. i could never.’

a small smile grew on wanda’s face. ‘what was i thinking trusting you? has this whole thing been a con? just a ploy to get the throne, and live a happily ever after with your boyfriend?’

‘really? is that what you think of me? after everything we’ve been through?’ you started nodding when she didn’t say anything in response. ‘of course. i’m evil. yeah. my masterplan has come together. you never really trusted me, did you? what was the point, wanda?

‘can’t you see?’ you bent in to her. ‘this is bigger than our experience.’

her lower lip trembled. ‘why aren’t we seeing this the same way?’

‘because you can’t trust,’ you shrugged, a sad smile on your face, and unshed tears in your eyes. ‘and i can’t be trusted, apparently.’

bucky walked closer to you. ‘are you okay?’ he whispered.

you nodded, and rubbed your eyes.

‘then i guess we’re in a pickle.’

‘wanda, wait,’ you said, your breaths getting shallower with each passing second. ‘please, just… try to understand.’

‘there’s nothing to understand, y/n.’

‘look, maybe he’s lying,’ bucky panted, frantically looking back and forth, ‘maybe he’s not. the cost of getting this wrong is too great.’

‘so kill me then. have your happy ending.’

‘wanda,’ you said, gingerly reaching out to her. ‘please. we can figure something out. we always have so far.’

‘don’t you see, y/n? there’s no figuring anything out. either i die, or he does.’

tears welled in your eyes. ‘there’s a between,’ you wiped the unshed tears on the back of your hand, ‘and we’re gonna find it.’

‘y/n,’ bucky said, eyes widened, and voice lowered. ‘i might have something.’

‘what?’

‘what if… we,’ — he swiped his thumb across his neck — ‘him?’

‘didn’t you listen to everything he just said?’ you hissed.

‘i know, but, what’s a multiversal war, right? nothing the folks back at the tva can’t handle.’

‘have you gone mad?’ wanda said.

‘hey, i’m on your side here,’ he said, defensively.

‘no, because what you’re saying is absolute rubbish.’

‘look. what if… we all got what we wanted?’

‘what are you talking about, buck?’ you asked, exhausted.

‘what if… we used the tempad,’ he patted his front pocket, ‘transported to a safe place on the timeline, and wanda stays back to fight him?’

‘that’s just selfish—’ you started, but were cut off by the abrupt sensation of wanda’s hand on your face.

‘that could work.’

‘you just said you didn’t want to be abandoned!’

‘y/n, let’s face it, i’m the only one of any real use here. it was more of a self esteem thing about you leaving me.’

your brows furrowed and your lips parted. you were a tad bit offended.

‘doll, if we pull this off,’ he didn’t continue any further, because he knew you would understand.

‘are you sure we should just… leave you here?’

wanda looked at you with a look of amusement. ‘yeah, i think this might work.’

‘great, great, that’s great. let’s, uh, kill this guy,’ bucky said, standing up.

‘well, have you made a choice?’ the man asked.

‘yeah,’ wanda muttered, in a dangerously low voice. you nodded at her, ever so slightly.

she stepped forward, and lunged out at the man.

‘y/n!’ bucky called. you tore your eyes off of her, and ran toward him. he extended his arm for you to hold on to, and the two of you fell through an orange portal.

it was a street, a rather busy street. but not a single person seemed to have noticed that two strangers had fallen smack-dab into the middle of the road there. a car abruptly halted at the two of them, and you could hear a strange of curse words fall from the mouth of the driver as he asked the two of you stand up and walk away. you hastily complied, brushing the dirt off of your shirt.

you stumbled onto the pavement of the sidewalk. looking around, you noticed something was wrong. very wrong.

‘this isn’t our time,’ you told bucky, desperately clinging onto his shirt.

he was staring at a board on a tall building with a woman singing and dancing on the screen. she was blonde, and had bangs.

he looked down at the tempad in his hand. ‘i keyed in brooklyn, i don’t know what went—’ he examined the tempad more closely, ‘—oh.’

‘what?’

he looked at you, his eyes in a sort of flummoxed daze.

‘bucky, what?’

‘we’re in brooklyn, but the future.’

you softly gasped. as you looked around, you asked, ‘what time is this?’

‘march the tenth, 2021.’

‘happy birthday.’

‘yeah, thanks,’ he said, gulping.

a stranger’s shoulder met yours as they walked past you. ‘watch where you’re standing!’ the woman yelled.

‘we’ll figure it out,’ bucky said. it seemed he was assuring himself more than he was you.

‘yeah,’ you said. ‘of course.’

🏛 🎞 🕯 🎻 🎬

‘incredible,’ the man said, as wanda looked contemplatively at the floor. the watch was still in her hand, but the glowing golden streaks vanished.

she slowly turned around, and tightened the grip on her sword. with a whoosh, she pushed the desk aside; all it took was a simple flick of her arm. there was a murderous look coating her pupils.

the man giggled, akin to a child at a magic show. he sat in his seat, bouncing with glee.

as wanda neared him, she said, ‘aren’t you gonna beg for your life?’

‘um,’ he said, his laughter ceasing, ‘could. could.’

wanda grabbed his neck, and held the sword. when he didn’t say anything, she jabbed it right in his chest.

the man grunted. wanda maintained unwavering eye contact with the man.

‘i’ll see you soon,’ the man whispered, and with a frail wink, he lost consciousness.

wanda took her hand back, and his head hung. he was gone. for good. or not. wanda sunk to the cold, marble ground, and buried her face in her palms. she tried her best to stifle the sobs that followed, but what did it matter? she was alone now. like she was always destined to be.

she tried to register in the magnitude of the situation. it was far too great.

the iridescent, current-like branches outside of the big circular window crackled. they had synthesised new branches. far too many.

the flurry of currents outside the window was nebular.

♟ 🦉 🩰 ⏳ 📜

hunter b-15 observed the constant beeping of the ever growing branches on the monitor.

‘no turning back now,’ she muttered to herself. she watched solemnly, as chaos ensued.

everyone around her slowly grew more alert of the beeping, and proceeded to realise what was going on — or at least, the legible portion of it — with a look of pure, unadulterated horror making its way onto their features.

the monitor had art on it, almost like a tree’s. it was mesmerising to watch — or would’ve been, did it not signify imminent destruction.

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tags: @buckylokisimp

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Painkiller - 7

Time for the next part of Painkiller, time to meet Jackson's brother Hunter, time for some smut! Hope you like it, let me know <3 Previous parts can be found on Nashi's Masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella) Summary: Ella is preparing dinner, Hunter helps her to relax over the phone and Ella makes an unpleasant discovery. Warnings: RPF, smut, phone sex, daddy kink, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation (f and m), NSFW, 18+ only! Unbeta'ed, English is not my mother tongue, sorry in advance for wrong spelling or bad grammar. Credits: Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest. Face claims - Kelly: Pamela Reif, Hunter: Patrick Wilson, I don't know Henry Cavill, this is all fantasy and completely fictional.

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Three days later on Saturday afternoon Ella was preparing the tomato sauce for the veggie lasagna she was going to make for dinner. She couldn't help reminiscing about the countless times she had cooked together with Henry, it was one of the many things they both loved to do. A soft laughter -the first in days- escaped her mouth when she thought about the one night they had planned to make "Risi e Bisi" but somehow they ended up throwing the ingredients at each other, laughing like crazy. Henry had chased her through the apartment, both of them armed with fistfuls of frozen peas. Ella had managed to lure him into an ambush and stuff a handful of ice cold peas into his hoodie. The face he made had been hilarious and his revenge had awaited her promptly. He'd pulled her close just to drop his load of peas into her shirt. Then he'd hugged her tightly with rubbing motions and soon they'd both been covered in water and mashed peas. They had been lying in each other's arms, their bellies hurting from all the laughter.

Thinking about the sensation of his body so close to hers immediately made her whole body tingle with desire.

No...no more moping...it's your own fault, Ella scolded herself. This gorgeous man had been right under her nose but she had wasted the chance to make him her man. And damn he was so perfect, he truly was. On the outside obviously but even more on the inside. He was all she'd ever wished for, she knew this now, now that it was too late.

Ella stirred the sauce lost in thought. Was it all over now? All the things they usually did together? All the talking, all the laughter, all the time they spent together? For sure their relationship was about to change, now that Kelly had appeared on the screen. Kelly. Ella rolled her eyes. She hated her already just for dating Henry but then again it wasn't her fault Ella had fucked this up. She didn't know how Ella felt about Henry and she deserved to be given a chance. Maybe she was nice. Or maybe she was a bitch. Ella had to remind herself constantly that this had been the reason to invite them in the first place. To find out what kind of person Kelly was and what exactly she was playing at. She was glad Jackson would be there to support her, because Ella was so fucking nervous, tense and scared. She hadn't slept more than a few hours in days and she felt exhausted just by thinking of the dinner. What if the lovebirds felt the need to kiss and cuddle all the time. She shook her head. Don't think about it. It's gonna be alright!

The ringing of her mobile startled her out of her thoughts. Ella looked at the screen with a surprised frown. Hunter. She turned off the stove and took the call.

"Hey there!"

"Hi Bella." His dark, rough voice that sounded like he had a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey every day greeted her friendly. Bella...he had only started to use this name for her when they had their 9 ½ weeks a good year ago. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, doing great. Enjoying my weekend." Ella said convincingly.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"What? I'm not…"

"Don't even start your bullshit. Jackson told me about your strange little double date. So please don't try to tell me you're not tense as fuck." His words were harsh but his voice was smooth like velvet and it was a relief to know she wouldn't have to pretend she wasn't broken.

"Your brother is such a gossip." Ella muttered.

Hunter chuckled. "He is, but he means well, Bella. He's worried about you and your, well, complicated relationship with Henry. He says you're getting depressed."

"I'm not and it's not really complicated. I friendzoned him, I fell for him, I was too stupid and too hesitant to tell him and now he's dating another woman."

"You love him and you're hurting badly." It was no question, it was a statement.

"Yes." Ella admitted with a whisper.

"And you're torturing yourself with this dinner tonight. "

"I just want to meet her, learn what kind of person she is. I'm going to have to deal with her compulsorily in the future. And I wanted to meet her in my safe space for the first time." Ella swallowed hard, her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"I see and I understand that." Hunter lowered his voice and it was even more comforting than before, like a warm blanket that hugged her body. "But I know you won't make it through this date when you're so tense and on the brink of tears even now, a few hours before they're gonna arrive."

"I'm not at the brink of tears, Hunter."

"Of course you are. I can hear it in your voice."

Silence.

"You're going to break down or lose your temper in front of her. I can't let that happen."

"And what are you going to do about it? You're in Berlin, I'm in London."

"I don't need to be physically close to help you relax, baby girl."

Ella's body got all goose-pimply with his words.

"Hunter, I can't…"

"Of course you can. And you're gonna start with not contradicting or questioning me again."

Ella gulped. His words took her by surprise and she wanted to relax so badly but at the same time she wasn't sure if she was able to do so. Hunter's way, the way he'd made her relax so many times before.

"On the phone?" Ella still sounded unsure.

"Yeah, why not."

"What about Henry?"

"What about him?"

"I know it's silly, but it kinda feels like cheating on him."

"Baby, I'm not going to touch you, you're not going to touch me. And he's not your boyfriend."

"I know, but it still feels strange." Ella's voice was barely a whisper.

"What's really strange is that Jax is 100 % sure that Henry loves you just as much as you love him, but yet, here we are. You are a picture of misery and he's probably fucking this girl right now to ease his own tension."

His words made something inside of Ella snap. Hunter was right. Ella was single, she was free to do whatever she wanted with whomever she chose for it, just like Henry was free to shag Kelly.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

"First of all I need you to tell me that you really want this. Not for me, not for him but for yourself, to feel better."

"I do."

"Baby girl…I need more" Hunter snarled and it sounded incredibly sexy.

"Okay...I want to relax and I want you to help me and tell me what to do and I will obey"

"That's my good girl." His praise, spoken in his dark, sensual voice made Ella shiver with arousal. "What are you wearing?"

"A denim dress."

"The cute one with the puffed sleeves and the bow."

"Yes."

"I bet you look delicious, baby girl."

"Thank you, daddy." It felt so good to call him that, to let him be in charge. Ella's chest was heaving fast and her pussy started to throb in anticipation.

"Panties?"

"Sure."

"Strip them off. Slowly." He ordered and Ella did it. "Imagine it's not you but someone else who reaches under your dress. He brushes your pussy with his fingers and you feel it through the fabric of your pants. You want more but you don't get it. He just pulls your panties down and gives them to you. Now you're naked underneath your dress. Okay? Talk to me, Bella."

She took a deep breath.

"Yes, I took them off."

"Are they wet?"

"Yes. Soaking wet, daddy."

"Just by my voice. You're such a needy brat, aren't you?"

"I am. I'm horny. I'm pathetic."

"That's how I like it best, little one." Hunter let out a deep, rumbling laugh that made Ella blush furiously. "I want you to go to the living room. Sit down in your wing chair."

Ella did as she was told, her legs felt a little wobbly and her heart was racing. The sensation was incredible. She sat down on the edge of the chair.

"I'm sitting in the wing chair now."

"Good girl. Now turn me on speaker and place your mobile on the coffee table beside you."

A rustling sound came through the phone and Ella knew that Hunter was doing the same with his phone. She couldn't help but wonder what he was wearing right now, if he was just as aroused as she was. But she wasn't allowed to ask. She knew that.

"You're on speaker now." she said in a soft, husky voice.

"Good. Now hitch up your dress and spread your legs."

Ella obeyed. "My legs are spread."

"Wider." Hunter's voice was dripping with desire and his breath was going shorter than usual.

Ella sighed deeply. "As wide as possible." she said.

"So now that you're spread wide open, like a cheap whore, place your hands on your knees, let them wander up your thighs."

Ella closed her eyes with a little sigh, let her head sink back and started to run her hands over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"I do. It feels great…" A moan escaped her lips.

"Take your time and don't touch your pussy, baby girl."

Ella whimpered softly.

"Not yet, Bella. I want you to tell me what you're imagining right now. Whose hands you feel on your body."

"I feel your hands…"

"Don't you dare lie to me. I know what's on your mind. Tell me the truth, be a good girl. Tell me your fantasy."

"Daddy, I…"

"Tell. Me. Fucking. Brat." His voice was sharp now, cutting the thick atmosphere like a razor blade.

Ella gulped again, taking a deep breath.

"It's Henry, daddy. Henry's hands are on me. He kneels in front of me and he's completely naked. I can see his toned, hairy torso and his impressive cock, that stands erect between his massive legs. His big, strong hands run along my thighs. But there's someone else. It's you. You're sitting on the sofa. You're completely dressed but your fly is open and you hold your big, rock-hard dick in your hands, you are watching us. You are watching us and you're turned on, daddy. You're so horny, you start stroking yourself."

He moaned lustful through the speakers.

"Yes, that's it, doll. Go on. Tell me what Henry's doing. Tell me what I'm doing. Touch yourself. You're allowed to please yourself in any way you want."

Ella brought her hand between her thighs with a sensual sigh. She felt her wetness, her swollen folds, the heat of her core. She let her fingers glide over her clit, through her lips and started to finger herself, striking her g-spot slowly, letting her thoughts roam around in the fantasyland that was building on her mind.

"Henry strokes my inner thighs. He does it slowly, touching every inch with his fingertips, teasing me. My eyes are closed, my head is bent back, my lips are slightly parted and I enjoy the sensation of his tender touch, of the heat he's radiating. I can feel him move closer, he's shifting position. Oh my god…" Ella let out a raspy groan. "His face is between my legs now. He starts to kiss my pussy. I can feel his mouth, his lips, his tongue. It circles around my clit oh so slowly." Ella was panting now and Hunter got winded too. She heard his soft moans through the speaker.

"My eyes fly open when Henry starts sucking gently on my sweet spot. It feels spectacular. My gaze meets yours daddy and I'm scared that you're mad at me because I let another man go down on me. But you're not. You like what you see. You're jerking yourself off with slow, powerful motions. We keep looking at each other while Henry continues to eat me out. And he does so well, daddy, so well. He licks and sucks and nibbles with so much devotion. I'm already close. God, Henry, that feels so fucking good...I hiss through clenched teeth."

Ella stimulated her clit now, she was indeed close to her orgasm but she wasn't ready to let go yet.

"Fuck, baby girl. You're doing great. Go on, make daddy happy…" Hunter demanded panting and moaning. Ella could tell by the noises that came through the phone that he was jacking off and the thought turned her on even more.

"I grab Henry's head, bury my hands in his dark curls. I lift my hips a little, pull him closer and he starts fingering me. His mouth is still on my clit, working its magic. I shriek with lust, I feel like I'm about to explode, the tension building within me is so strong, it's almost tearing me apart but I'm not there yet. Henry! I cry out his name and he intensifies his actions. My eyes never leave yours, your body, your cock, daddy. I love watching you touch yourself. It's stunning how it turns me on even further. You are close, I can see and hear it and then you get off. You let out a long growl and I miss your hands around my throat but watching your cum shoot from your cock is just as hot and I climax too. I come and the orgasm Henry is giving me is the best I've...I've...oh my god….fuck...Hunter."

Her orgasm swept her away like a strong, hot wave making her whole body go stiff before it started to relax deeply. She heard Hunter curse and grunt in the back of her mind. She knew he was cuming too. She knew the noises he made when he reached his high too well. He panted loudly, hoarse moans mixing with soft sighs before silence filled the room.

"That was perfect, doll. You did so well, baby girl. You made daddy happy." Ella couldn't help but beam with pride. Hearing him praise her that way was the best substitute for physical contact, for after-sex cuddles.

"Thank you Hunter." Ella said after a few minutes. "I really needed this."

"You're welcome, Bella. I enjoyed it too. Are you relaxed now?" His voice was so tender, his words so caring. "I am. And with Jax's help I'm gonna make it through this dinner."

"Of course. And whenever his date acts bitchy or nasty just remember that her man ate your pussy today."

****

They arrived on the dot. With the strike of 7 the doorbell rang. "Here we go." Ella looked at Jax, who had come earlier to help her and to calm her down. She took a deep breath. "Let the games begin."

"Yeah… we're gonna rock this, Elsie." They fist bumped and Ella opened the door.

Henry was standing there, larger-than-life, handsome, gorgeous.

"Hi." He said with a sheepish smile.

"Hi, come in."

Henry entered the room and a pretty blonde followed him. She was a natural beauty, her long, wavy hair had the colour of honey and her eyes were dark brown.

"Ella, this is Kelly." Henry gestured to his date and Ella could tell he was nervous.

"Nice to meet you." She tried her best to give her a sincere smile. Kelly gave her a funny look, she seemed to be surprised for a split second but then she returned Ellas smile and took her hand. "Nice to meet you too, Ella. Finally. Henry's has told me so much about you."

"Oh...really? Unfortunately I can't say the same about you. So I'm looking forward to getting to know you tonight." Ella gave her another smile. "Kelly, this is Jackson."

"Hi." Jax waved at her with a wink before he greeted Henry with a quick hug and a pat on the shoulder. "Let's sit down and have a drink?" He suggested and Ella was glad he took over as a host.

Half an hour later everything was going pretty well. The first ten minutes were a little awkward but now it was okay. Henry and Jax were talking shop about vintage cars and Kelly seemed to be nice. She was friendly and polite but there was something about her that was odd. Ella couldn't shake off the feeling that she'd met her before, she looked vaguely familiar but Ella couldn't put a finger on it. When Kelly giggled like a silly school girl after Henry had made a joke, realization hit Ella like a punch in the face. Of course she knew her.

"Jax, could you help me with the appetizers? In the kitchen?" Ella interrupted him mid sentence, when he was just gushing to Henry about some old motorcycle he wanted to restore.

"Um...sure. Now?"

"Yes. Now. Sorry to interrupt you." She gave him and Henry an apologetic shrug and a smile.

"Okay…"

When Jax closed the kitchen door behind them Ella turned to him. She was so pale, Jax got scared she was going to faint.

"Elsie, what the hell? You look white as a sheet. Are you sick?"

"Jax, I know her. I know Kelly." Ella whispered.

"What? How?"

"She's the girl that asked me about Henry's dick at Gianni's. The one who told me she would want him as her sugar daddy."

Jax gasped, staring at Ella flabbergasted. "Fuck. Are you sure?"

"100 percent. She looks different today, much more natural. She was covered in tons of make-up back then and wore stylish and very sexy clothes, so I didn't recognize her right away with her pure-college-girl-look but when she giggled like a child about Henry's stupid joke it dawned on me. I remembered her doing the same when she talked to me in the ladies' room. It's her, without a doubt."

"But how's that possible? They met accidentally on the phone."

"I don't know. Coincidence?"

"What are the odds? Out of all numbers she dials Henry's accidentally? After all she said to you about him being a good catch and such? I think we can rule out that scenario."

"Yeah...maybe you're right. But how did she get his number?"

Jackson looked at Ella with a shrug.

"Do you think she remembers you?"

"No idea. Maybe. She gave me a funny look when they arrived."

"Are you gonna tell Henry?"

"No. I can't. She's gonna deny it and make me look like a jealous bitch. And I can't prove anything. I've never told Henry about the restroom-encounter."

"Right." Jackson started chewing on his lower lip. "Fuck...this really sucks."

"Yeah. Maybe I should talk to her first. Give her a chance to explain."

"Sounds fair. Okay, here's the plan. After dinner I'm going to show Henry my car. I'm here with the vintage Alfa. It's nothing special but he's too polite to say no when I invite him to take a look at it. You stay here with Kelly and roast her."

Ella took a deep breath.

"Okay."

"Yeah?" Jackson gave her a sceptical look.

"Yeah. I'm gonna find out what the bitch is up to. No matter what it takes to get it out of her." Ella was in a fighting mood now and it was showing in her tone. If Kelly was just taking advantage of Henry, if she was a nasty schemer, just wanting him for his money and fame she was going to find out. She wouldn't let Kelly hurt Henry.

"So we're doing this?"

"Absolutely. There'll be be a cold day in hell before I let her fuck Henry over."

Jackson smiled at her and gave her a warm hug.

"That's the spirit!"

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tbc

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wickedbarnes · 4 years

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not | John Wick x Reader

PROMPT: Hanahaki Disease AU! Reader realizes she's in love with John but John, on the other hand, can't reciprocate the feelings because he's still in love with Helen. And so, reader begins to cough blood red rose petals...

WARNING: Major angst. Blood. Get your tissues ready.

NOTE: This is my take on the fictional disease so please don't attack me if some of the concepts of it is wrong. I just did it so there would be more impact to the story. An explanation for my take on the Hanahaki will be provided down below at the end of the oneshot to avoid any confusions. Other than that, please enjoy!

If there was one thing you hated doing, it was breaking promises. And you rarely did it unless it was really necessary. But you hated it when you did. And this... this was a promise you swore you would never break. But here you were, staring down at your bloody palm, examining the rose petals that stuck to your skin.

A lone tear cascaded down your cheek as you wiped the blood from your lips.

It finally got to you. The disease. The same disease that had killed your beloved Mother. And you were sure it was the same one that was going to kill you.

You vividly remembered how your Mother would gush about how beautiful love was. How magical it is and how you'd feel as if you were floating when you experienced it. And in a way, she has a point. But not everything was easy.

Because along with love comes pain. The pain of a broken heart. And as you grew up you realized that love was only beautiful when it was reciprocated. When the person you love is in love with you as well. But like your mom, you weren't so lucky.

You had no one but John now. When your Mother died of the Hanahaki Disease, you swore- vowed, rather, that you would never fall in love. But that was, until John.

The moment you saw the man, you could tell just how miserable he seemed but there was something about him that just drew you in. He charmed women without even noticing it. And so you did the unthinkable and was bold enough to go ask him what drink he wanted and that it was on you.

You worked as a bartender in the Red Circle. And when you spotted John you had no idea what type of man he was and what type of world he lives in. But even after that, you didn't care. You still stuck with him.

And you didn't even plan on doing so. You just wanted to give the man something to look forward to. Something to give him a little boost. But when chaos broke and you were almost shot by Viggo's men, John was brave enough to catch the bullet himself before the rest of them ran out thinking they had finally killed the Baba Yaga.

That night, you couldn't just leave him there dying. You had insisted he goes to the hospital but he told you not to and instructed you to take him to the Continental. The hotel where you didn't even know housed assassins like him. You didn't know why but you had stayed with him the whole while he was being patched up despite the fact he kept telling you to leave because it would be dangerous.

But the stubborn person you are, you decided to stay. And the rest was history from there.

You felt it creep up on you. You could tell because you felt the same itch in your throat that didn't seem to go away ever since your feelings for John got stronger. But the moment you realized you were in love with him, fate had finally decided to give you a sign that the feelings you have for the man just wasn't mutual.

And in a way, you kind of understood why. The wedding band on John's finger was proof of that. It was the proof of his undying love for his late wife, Helen. Who were you to compete with that?

The whole situation caused you to let a laugh under your breath. How ironic. John Wick never intends on hurting you. And yet here he was, being the reason why you're ill today.

---

"Y/N, you need to rest, you've been coughing all day and you don't look too good. I can handle it from here." John tried to approach you but you instinctively moved away from him and sat down on the couch yourself. Your reaction took him aback but he quickly regained his composure and sat down next to you but made sure to give you some distance.

You were pretty sure the handkerchief you were coughing into was full of blood by now and you prayed no petal would fall off or it would only worry John even more. You suspected he knows about the disease as well.

Day by day, it was getting hard for you to breathe. You knew the plant inside your lungs was growing and every night you had battled and hoped it wouldn't be your last night. Even sleeping had come to terrify you. You were afraid you wouldn't wake up anymore.

"Y/N, are you alright? You're not telling me what's going on, I have to know so I can take care of you." John would say, concern written all over his face and your heart ached at the sight because you knew he only meant that as a friend.

"I'm fine, John, I'll be okay I told you it's just allergies." You sighed and stood up to get a glass of water when you felt the familiar itch on your throat creeping up again. But the moment you took a step forward, you leaned forward and began to heave as you wretched out blood along with rose petals on John's floor.

You somehow felt embarrassed but your body fell on the floor as you kept throwing up blood. John was almost sure he would've had a heart attack with what he saw. He immediately went over to you and rubbed your back, panic beginning to creep up in his body.

This was like when Helen was ill.

When you were finished throwing up, you opened your mouth to apologize but you found yourself going limp and passing out in John's arms.

John looked at the blood and rose petals that were smeared all over his floor. The realization hit him like a truck as his face began to go pale. He looked down at your unconscious body in horror.

"Y/N, what the hell..."

---

John couldn't even fathom looking at you like this. Pale and sickly looking. He hadn't noticed just how much you had lost weight and how horrible the bags under your eyes looked. You were always with him but he was too caught up in work that he barely had time to see how his friend was doing.

He knew about the Hanahaki disease. John remembered how someone in Ruska Roma died because of it. But he never expected you to get it.

The assassin pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the uncomfortable plastic chair. Who the hell were you in love with? You had never mentioned anyone from work that caught your eye. Nor did you introduce anyone to John. The idea of someone being the root of all this caused him to clench his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Whoever it was that didn't love you back, John was sure he was going to get a piece of his damn mind.

John's thoughts were cut off when the doctor came in and greeted him with a polite smile. When he looked at Y/N's records, the doctor let out a sigh and John knew this wasn't a good sign.

"Does she have family?" The doctor, Dr. Mercer had asked to which John responded by shaking his head no.

"I'm the only one she has now." Dr. Mercer nodded.

"Mr. Wick, I'm gonna be honest. Miss Y/L/N is in critical condition. The amount of blood that she threw up was very alarming. I'm sure you're aware of the Hanahaki Disease?" John nodded solemnly at the question and never took his eyes off you.

"Well, the plant inside her lungs is growing more and more. And it won't be long until it fully suffocates her. Looking at her x-rays right here, you can see that the plant is almost corrupting her lungs fully." Dr. Mercer showed your x-ray scan to John to which he took carefully and it only made the situation even real.

Was he going to lose another important person in his life? He already lost Helen and Daisy. He only has Dog now. Could he really lose you, too?

"Is there a cure to this?"

"There is. But... both of them aren't as easy as they sound." John looked up at the doctor with a confused look causing Dr. Mercer to sigh.

"In order to cure the patient, the person she's in love with has to love her back. And I don't mean platonic love. I mean, real genuine love. If that doesn't work, then we can surgically remove the root of the plant from her lungs."

John perked up at the mention of surgical removal of the plant. Obviously, whoever this person is didn't love you enough to even cure you. John felt that option two was the only logical option left. Or else, you'd die.

"I think I'd like the plant to be surgically removed from her."

"Mr. Wick, I think the patient has to decide for that. Because even though it could cure her, it would erase everything she felt and remembered about the person. Once the operation is done and successful, that person never existed for her. And unfortunately, Y/N here would be stripped away of the ability to experience romantic love. The removal of the root will cause that as well."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. Y/N won't experience romantic love anymore? He looked at your frail body and put a hand over his face. He'd heard Dr. Mercer excuse himself but all John could think of was how he was going to save you.

He doesn't want you to live up your life not knowing how it feels to be in love and be loved by the person you're in love with. But if you don't do anything about this, you'd be six feet underground and time was slowly running out.

John's thoughts abruptly stopped when he noticed you waking up from a deep sleep. You had been out of it for about fourteen hours.

You fluttered your eyes open and took in your surroundings. Your throat felt really dry and you could use a tall drink of water. Looking around, your eyes soon fell on John who stood up from his chair and smiled softly down at you.

Your heart fluttered at how beautiful he is. You almost mistook him for an angel.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked softly and brushed away some of your hair away from your face. His touch sent shivers down your spine and in a way, it hurt for him to be here. He was so gentle and patient. Was he like that with Helen? Or was he even more loving when it came to her?

"Like death." You laughed softly as you averted your eyes to the glass of water that was sitting on the table beside your bed, "Can I get a drink, please?"

John immediately took the glass of water and helped you sit up from your bed so you could drink. You were dehydrated from the amount of blood you just threw up hours ago. John gently patted your head when he saw that you drank all of the water from the glass.

"Good girl." He'd praise you and your heart swelled at it but it made you cough a bit.

John sat back down on the plastic chair but brought it closer by your bed as he looked at you in the eye.

"Y/N, who did this to you?" He asked. It took you about a minute to figure out what he was on about. And then you remembered the disease. Your situation probably took a turn for the worse and you assumed what had happened earlier almost scared John to death.

"Y/N." John sighed. "You're one of my most trusted friend. The only friend I probably trust with my whole life, really. But you need to tell me what the fuck is going on. You're dying, honey, and someone is the cause of all this and it's frustrating that I don't know who it is."

It's you, you wanted to say but the words didn't come out the way you wanted them to. You didn't want to see the look on John's face when you laid out the truth. Even now, on the verge of death, you were afraid of what he'd think. You knew he has a lot on his plate and he's just getting the chance to finally grieve for Helen. You didn't want nor had the heart to tell him that he's the reason why you're dying.

"It's no one, John, he-" You pursed your lips and let out a breath as you looked down at your hands that were slightly stained with your own blood, "He went away he- he loves someone else and that's all you need to know."

John nodded and although he was frustrated you didn't tell him everything, you knew it was just because you didn't wanna dive back into the fact that this person didn't reciprocate the feelings you felt. So he understood.

"Y/N, Dr. Mercer gave me two options so you could be cured and he-"

"John, I can't be cured, he doesn't love me." You said firmly and it felt so different saying it in front of him like this when he has no idea it was him all along that you were in love with.

"I know, darling, I know." He grabbed your hand comfortingly and you almost hated him for acting like this when all along you knew it was just platonic. You were just a friend to him. Nothing more and nothing less.

"But then he told me about option two. Option two is that you can get the plant surgically removed from your lungs." You perked up at hearing this.

You never knew it could get surgically removed. Your mother never told you. So why didn't she do it?

"W-What? What do you mean I can get it surgically removed?" You asked as tears began to fill your eyes but John was patient enough to talk you through it.

"You can, it's possible. But it's not that easy, Y/N." He let out another sigh before looking up at your tear filled eyes, "When the operation is successful, all the memories you have of that person will be gone. Including your feelings for him. It was like he never existed. Apart from that, once the plant is removed from your body, you ability to experience romantic love wouldn't be there anymore."

Tears cascaded down your cheeks. Not because you wouldn't be able to fall in love again. But because the thought of forgetting John scared you so much. Were you going to remember him again? Can he reintroduce himself again to you? Or should you not go through with option two?

At that moment, you finally realized why your mother never had the plant inside her get removed. It was far more painful than anything else.

---

"I'm sorry for your loss, Jonathan." Winston would say as he poured a drink for the assassin and John just nodded at him in thanks.

"Some things are beyond our control." John replied as he took a big gulp of his drink. He needed it right now after all.

He just came back from the hospital and that was the first time in a while John had felt so overwhelmed. The hatred he had for himself just increased a ton.

You decided to go through with the operation after giving it a deep thought for a the whole day. John was happy. Although you weren't able to experience romantic love anymore, he assured you he'd be by your side every step of the way. Just like you had been for him.

But what came next almost made him collapse down to his knees.

Aurelio decided to pay you a little visit when your operation was done. He had found out about what had happened from John and you knew the man well enough that he could give you discounts whenever your car had problems.

When it was time for visitors, John felt ecstatic. You were alive. He wasn't losing someone important from him again. When they got inside the room, you had already woken up and had a nurse slowly help you sit up from your bed but the moment your eyes fell on John, he noticed the slight confusion written on your face.

"Y/N, God, I'm so happy the operation was successful." John smiled and tucked a piece of your hair and he noticed how your body stilled from the touch as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

Thhe reaction was weird but John brushed it off and thought that maybe, it was a side effect from the pain killers you'd been taking.

"Aurelio's here and brought you some stuff. You like those cookies from the bakery near his shop, right?" You found yourself nodding slowly at the man's question even though you had no idea who he is.

Who was he? And how does he know your name? How did he know you liked those chocolate chip cookies from that bakery near Aurelio's shop? It was starting to freak you out.

John took notice of your reaction and the nurse excused herself when she was finished checking your vitals. John put a finger underneath your chin to make you look up at him and in your eyes, he saw fear.

You never looked at him like that. Never. Not even once.

"Y/N, darling, what's wrong? Did I do something, why are you-"

"Who are you?" You asked, cutting him off and John looked at Aurelio to see if what he heard was right.

Aurelio looked at him and then back at you with shock written on his face.

"What? Y/N, it's me, John. Your friend, your best friend." John replied but you had no recollection of the man in front of you so you shook your head slowly.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so confused I don't know who you are." You apologized shyly and looked at Aurelio. "Aurelio, is he a friend of yours? I really don't remember him, I don't wanna seem so rude."

John stood there in his spot, completely frozen. You remember Aurelio but you had forgotten him. That could only mean one thing...

"Come on, Y/N, stop fooling around this isn't funny. Tell me you're just joking and you know who I am." John's voice was laced with desperation now and you took notice of how his eyes were starting to fill with tears and you had a sense he hated crying in front of people.

Why did you feel so guilty? As if you'd done something wrong?

You looked up at the man apologetically and shook your head at him. "I'm so sorry, John, I really don't know who you are. I believe I just met you. Aurelio would have introduced you to me back then but... I don't remember that he has."

John couldn't take it. Everything was so overwhelming. When he gruffly excused himself you watched as he hurriedly made his way out of your room and Aurelio followed soon after probably to chase after him.

You had no idea of who he was but you could never forget how heartbroken he seemed when he looked at you.

Did you know him before?

John, on the other hand, needed to get out of there and he ignored Aurelio's calls as he got into his car and sped down the road. He felt guilty for leaving you there all alone, probably so confused as to why you were there in the first place but he just needed to have his space.

And so here he was, sharing a drink with Winston.

"You weren't entirely fair with her as well, Jonathan. You couldn't blame her if she hadn't told you."

"I was grieving for my wife." John stated to which Winston replied with a hum.

"But you could've showed her you felt the same way. Maybe told her. Hanahaki disease is a complicated kind of illness. Y/N believed you were still in love with Helen. And maybe you still are. That's why she was on the verge of dying that day. But it could all have been cured if you two had just acted on your feelings right away. A lot of people die from that, you know."

John stayed silent and poured himself another drink.

He had moved on from Helen a year after the whole incident with Viggo and his son. If Helen was alive, she would've wanted John to live his life fully and that was the only way he could honor her. And he did, and that was thanks to you.

You were like a breath of fresh air and John was scared he might ruin the peace that you had in your life. And he kind of did in a way. But you were too stubborn to leave until he just couldn't handle the thought of you leaving.

Like you, it crept up on John and the familiar itch on his throat, as if he was about to cough kept popping out of nowhere. Especially when you were near him. And for a moment, he didn't want to believe he caught it. He couldn't be possibly catching feelings for you it was a dangerous game to play.

John believed everything he touched turns to ash and he wasn't turning you into one. You deserved far more better than that. And it'd be impossible for you to feel the same way about him, he's too damaged to be loved at this point. But it's true when they say that you can't help who you fall in love.

But today, today was different than the others. John placed the glass down and leaned back on his chair and soon leaned forward when he began to cough and cough and cough.

Winston looked at John with an unreadable expression on his face. As if he knew it was coming. Somehow, he felt bad for the man. He had lost his wife and the dog she gave to him. And in a way he lost you even though you were still perfectly alive.

And now the disease had caught up to him.

His hunch was right when he saw the blood on John's palm. John stared down at it and noticed that there were petals of your favorite flower sticking onto his hand along with his own blood.

The assassin stayed silent as he grabbed his handkerchief from his coat and wiped the bloody residue off his skin.

Winston poured the man another drink but this time, he didn't pour himself some. He knew John needed it more than he did.

"Are you going to remove it or not?"

John looked at Winston but the manager took it upon himself to get up from the chair and leave Jonathan alone in the rooftop to decide.

This was all a bad case of wrong timing and lack of courage, obviously. And John leaned back against the chair and pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a tear slip down his cheek.

Was he ready to go? Or will he risk forgetting about you like you did to him?

John realized just how difficult this all was. He realized now that it hurt to have you forget about him completely. Like he was dead to you. But knowing you, you would've made the decision just so you could live for John's sake. He knew you decided to live even though it would be hard on the both of you.

Because in your mind, you probably chose to live and see John again even though you had forgotten about him rather than die and let him live this world all alone without you.

But would it be the same for John? Could he really forget about you? Or was it time for him to go and let you be free?

Either way, as he began to cough once again, he knew that he needed to think fast and decide.

Time is gold and he's slowly running out of that.

---

A/N: I know in some stories this is not how the Hanahaki disease works but this is my take on it. Reader almost died because she believed that John would never love her the way she did. When all along, John was slowly developing feelings for her and while he did, he also didn't believe she'd have feelings for him because he believes he's too damaged to be loved. To put it shortly, my understanding of the Hanahaki is that as long as the protagonist believes the enamoured doesn't love them back, they'll slowly die. But as long as the enamoured confesses to the protagonist, they'll be cured of the disease. And if that doesn't work, the plant can be surgically removed.

The disease caught up to John and the reader because they didn't act upon their feelings and confessed to each other right away. They both believed everything was platonic between them. As a result, they kept it to themselves until it slowly killed them. In other words, this is all a bad case of wrong timing and lack of courage to say what they really wanted to say to each other.

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loneliness </\///\|/3

a fic by rocco wulfram north, m.d.

(found that name on hardcore baby names)

–chmapter jop–

before the tríp

It was a normal day for the Skullsmashers: go to somewhere, kill people, be gay, sleep, get brunch. Right now was the first part of their daily routine, and they were getting ready for it.

“holy fuck nova could you hurry the shit up i have to brush my fucking teeth you bitch” Ace hissed, knocking repeatedly on the bathroom door. “Fuck You. I'm Going To Go To Hell Itself” Nova gargled back, mouth full of mouthwash. More banging was heard; the door had seen better days.

Several feet away was Jake, all dressed up and ready to go, waiting for the others to get ready. He sat on the couch gayly in the living room down the hall, scrolling through Apocalypse Twitter. ‘every day i throw down an unpeeled boiled egg from the rooftop to simulate fear and unreadiness’ he read, a tweet from Orc's account. What the fuck. Classic Orc.

“ah fuck !! am i late !!” Jake turned around to see Damon panicking and counting the daggers in his pockets. “no no not at all. i just get ready really quickly to throw everyone into a state of disarray” Jake replied in an honest, monotone voice. “come sit down”

Damon sat down nervously next to his captain, knowing he'll ask him for Bambi on the PS2 now. “look. look at them those dumbshits” Jake uttered, pointing to Ace and Nova arguing. “those little bastards are completely unaware that ive put a fake cockroach puppet in the mirror. watch now” he added, pulling out a cheap remote control and pressing a button.

*sound of glass breaking* Jake sighed. “okay maybe that wasn't really the best idea” Nova screamed, running out of the bathroom and confusing Ace. “Fucking Roach!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she yelled, already too far away from them to be heard clearly. “huh. well okay then!” Ace grinned, going into the bathroom.

“i'll guard. you do your thing okay? :-)” Damon said to Jake, smiling mischievously. Jake's heart skipped a beat as he was suddenly flustered by the killer's action. «oh god, shit's just gonna get more complicated from here» he thought, staring into nothingness.

Damon braced himself against the bathroom door, eager to hear Ace's chaotic screaming. “ready ??” Damon asked, sending Jake back to the real world. “hhuh??????? oh yea right” he mumbled before beginning to control the cockroach with the remote. “this shit cost me like 200 bucks so it better be worth it”

HOLY MOTHER OF

F U C K

JAKE JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

WHAT THE S H IT DUDE

ace will remember this.

Jake cackled loudly, rolling on the floor and hitting the table with his fist. “LMAOOOOK FUCK YOUUU” he yelled, angering Ace even more. “I WILL GODDAMN SKIN UOUR FUCKIGN ISTINEDSTINES OLD MAN I SWEAR TKC FUCKF” they yelled back, pushing the door repeatedly. “IM GOIND TO FUCKIGN DIR HERE YOU BITCH”

“ah . ace ? could you move a little please ? i'm trying to get in ?” Damon said annoyingly kindly, making Ace jab a fake knife through the space between the door and the doorway. “THIS IS THE BEST FUCKIGN KNIFE I HAVE ON ME RIGT NOW BUT PLEADR JSUT FUCK O F F”

“hm ... i'll have to check in with the blacksmith today to know what this one's worth... possibly rusted here, though.... could also just be dirt tho.....” Damon mumbled, examining the knife. “FUCKING HEL P” Ace yelled in distress, his breath seeping through the door. “ace. brush your fucking teeth that's disgusting.”

“IM FUCKIF D TRYINF THERES JUST A FUCKGIFN ROSCH HEREERF” Ace explained fearfully, trying their best to get some pity from the other. “a what ?? don't think we have those here” “A FUCKIFN COKROSKC” “corrosion ???? how bad” “FUCK YOU A GODDMAND COKCROACH” “girls?? what?? are they milfs??” “HOW THEE DFUCKDB DID YEOU HEAR FTHAY WHATS DUCUNESKRHI”

Jake's hand slapped against Damon's shoulder as a way of saying thanks. “good work out there soldier. us skullsmashers really need someone like you damon” He said confidently, disguising his flirting as a compliment. “cool !! you too man !!” The shorter man replied, completely unaware of the flirting and continuing to yearn for the mutual love between him and Jake. fuckin idiots lmao

“alrighty fuckers, let's move!”

Rachel's voice sent Ace and Nova into a panic, making them scram to look for their weapons and equipment. “Got everything ya need? W'ain't makin' any stops; tryin'a save fuel.” Shaw asked, leaning against the wall at the entrance menacingly. “When the fuck did you even come here.” Dennis asked in surprise, carrying suitcases. “Hmph. Man never tells his secrets, young man.” She replied, tilting her cowboy hat. “What…”

Aaron was sitting peacefully in the trunk of a pickup truck they had, only to be met by a large backpack to the face. “ah!!!!!!!! very sorry!!!!!!! we'll be going in separate vehicles, and trunk space is very much needed!!!!!!!!” Whitney said, apologizing. “Ah. Well. O-okay then.” Aaron stuttered out, holding back tears from the painful impact the backpack had. Pretty sure he'll get a bruise from that.

Henderson and Rachel were waiting in the front seats of yet another pickup truck. To pass the time, they took very cringey pictures of each other pretending to be on Cowboy TikTok™. “Do one where you're pregnant with the truck's baby!” Henderson suggested, making Rachel flip the bird at her but begrudgingly agreeing with her stupid idea. “i literally would skin you alive.” She spat out, putting a pumpkin inside her shirt. “That's… literally so sexy, babe.” Henderson replied back, taking more pictures.

Meanwhile, Andre was busy explaining to Cyprus, who was in a small glass jar, that forcibly entering Damon's bloodstream and mutilating his entire body was not very nice, with Orc and Sarah judging. “YES BUT UNLIMITED POWER COULD BE RIGHT IN OUR HANDS ANDRE” “That'd very mean of you to do, and could actually probably kill you too in the process.” he explained to deaf ears. Well, technically no ears. Yet. “CYPRUS I KNOW IT SOUNDS STUPID BUT YOU COULD LITERALLY DO THE SAME BUT LIKE IN AN ELEPHANTS BODY DUDE” Orc suggested, only to be ignored. “cmon cyprus just pleaaaaase dont kill ppl ok”

Jake looked outside, then back at Damon. “well guess its time to move!” “yea ... but at what cost.” Damon replied confusingly, making a sad face. “did you know today is…” he started, then regretted saying anything. “nvm…” He turned away from the punk, sniffling and walking to Dennis and Aaron.

“damon” “??” Jake asked quietly, craning his neck a little before making the decision to leave the new recruit alone. Instead, he joined Henderson and Rachel in their odd activities.

“hey guys. i fucking miss sans.” Damon confessed, taking a seat next to Dennis. “My nose is bleeding.” Aaron pointed out. “ok. today's sunday. and you Know what That Means… Meant,” The boy continued, facing the ground. “Kanye West he…” Dennis began (begun???? idk). “… liked.” Aaron continued, also affected emotionally by the departure of not only Sans, but Komaeda too.

Jake stared longingly at the family, wishing he was a part of it too. He truly felt Ariel Little Mermaid's desire to become human. Seven Vagánias… that was a risk he was willing to take for him. He would shave his eyebrows off for that man, and he just might do it right now.

“Jake? Don't do that. Please don't fucking do that.” Henderson suddenly interrupted, surprising Jake. “do what” Henderson squinted her eyes, giving Jake a suspicious look. “That's the face you make when you want to do silly things…” She pointed out.

“You had that when you almost electrocuted yourself at that stable, you had that when you threw the dart at Scoran, you had that when you glued Marcus and Reese–” “OKAY OKAY I GET IT IM A DUMMY SILLY LITTLE BITCH BOY OK”

Rachel put the pumpkin back on the ground and went to the two friends, curious to know what the quarrel was about. “what's poppin gayboy!” She loudly asked, slapping Jake's forearm strongly. “i am in peril and shaking and crying” “daddy issues” “yget?” He explained, gesturing towards the Russells.

“ah. please clarify what kind.” Rachel said, knowing Jake has a very questionable taste for fictional middle-aged men, such as Sigma Overwatch and the guy from the cowboy game. “the fuckin. family one rachel” “look at em just vibing and simply being gay”

Rachel and Henderson gave eachother a look that questioned whether Damon and Jake were going to be a thing or not, since Jake's technically still with Andre. “Considering the fact that they adopted Damon, they could probably also adopt you if you wanted to.” Henderson suggested, knowing Jake wouldn't like this and would stupidly unknowingly accidentally confess his love for Damon to them both right then and there.

“what?????” “ew no thatd be fuckin incest or some shit what the fuck” Jake said, being grossed out. “what would be the incestuous part, jacon. we did not say or hint at anything related to incest.” Rachel asked, making Jake's hair stand up in panic. “fuCKIN NOTHING DUH” “BUT LIKE YKNOW I GET CRUSHES REALLY EASILY YEA??????” Jake explained weirdly.

“So there's a new one right now, huh…” Henderson asked… feeling like she was in Ace Attorney. “no!!!! no wait” “well yea– no.. but i–” “fuck You but yes” Jake grumbled. “ah no, we won't tell, obviously. it was just getting way too obvious, so we just wanted to hear it from both sides.” “WH” Rachel said mysteriously, getting into the driver's seat of the pickup truck. “okay guys let's go!!” She yelled out, starting the engine. “THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??????” “BOTH SIDES???”

chapter dos

two four trucks

The journey to god knows fuckin where idk didn't plan i guess a fuckin cabin or smth idk was long and torturous, especially when Rachel said that cryptic-ass thing before going. What the fuck was that supposed to mean, bro.

sudden interlude for seating arrangements !!

truck 1: Henderson, rachel, whitney, CYPRUS

truck 2: jake, damon, marge, Andre, Aaron

truck 3: ace, Nova, Dennis

truck 4: sarah, ORC, Shaw, viper

truck two.

Jake awkwardly patted Marge's head in the backseat of the truck, avoiding eye contact with Damon and Andre. Of course he had to go on a three-day trip in the same car with his ex, his crush, AND his crush's father. God, he was pretty sure this was the lab rats' doing.

“cows.” Damon pointed outside, earning Andre's attention. “Holy– what are those?” He asked, taking his sunglasses off to admire the beautiful little cows. “Cows… we drink their milk and wear their skin as jackets…” Aaron explained, his eyes drifting from the road momentarily. “They can have best friends and stuff. Really nice guys. Also, they're expensive as hell.”

“Y–You do what. Their skin??” Andre asked, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “yeah and we rate them based on which layer it is. also, like their meat, expensive as hell. but still very cool.” Damon said, confusing Andre even more. “they also give us cheese and ice cream and whipped cream and stuff. underrated little babies. they deserve better.” “they also have nose rings which are punk as hell–”

“Wait, why the nose– cheese?! Cheese?! AND ice cream??!” Andre asked again, his mind attempting to comprehend the greatness that cows are. “Oh man, you are not ready to hear about pigs.” Aaron said jokingly. “What the fuck are pigs???” “Sausages, ham slices, bacon, lard, leather too, rotisserie–” “aaron please i'm gonna throw up.” “Oh, right. Sorry,”

Jake sat quietly in his seat, just now realising how much of his world Andre's missing. Sure, his world was much cooler, but do they have sheep? Palm trees? Penguins? Thought not, bitch. “andre do you know what a kangaroo is” He asked, breaking his silence like that one YouTuber.

“A what?” “kangaroo. some of them are buff as shit and they move by hopping. they cant hop backwards and they also keep their babies in little pouches attached to them and their bones and guts are exposed on the inside of said pouch. baby kangaroos are about the size of a jellybean, and the adults can box you”

“They what” “yea they're weird as fuck.” “its from australia so” “That sounds fake.” “oh man. wombats bro. quokkas. fuckin drop bears and flying foxes. PLATYPUSES!!!” “wombats poop in cubes and quokkas are always smiling” “Koala bears hold onto tree branches and eat their mom's shit, which is the leaves of said tree branches.” “Please stop what the fuck” “ohoho fucking GEESE” “GET IM JAKE MY NEIGHBOR HAD FUCKIN THREE OF THOSE BITCHES”

truck three.

The three sat silently, with the exception of Dennis, who was swearing at random times. “You call that a fuckin’ turn, old man?! HUH?!!” Ace's shoulders jumped, the sudden exclamations preventing them from sleeping through the trip. “This Is Probably The Last Time We'll See Each Other Alive.” Nova stated calmly. “i slept for like two minutes last night… didn't even get to wear conditioner today. unrelated but just sharing my struggles with you.” Ace said, shifting into a more comfortable sleeping position.

Dennis overheard the two talking, and opted to stay quiet for the rest of the trip, before stumbling across a strange sight. “FROG!!!” he yelled, waking up the duo. “he said fuck! he said the f” Ace yelled out while rubbing their eyes. “Are We Aliven't” Nova asked, stretching. “Sadly, no, but the good news is, I found a frog!” Dennis excitedly said, opening the car door.

“WHAT” “THAT SHITS GONNA POISON US WHAT THE FUCK” Nova yelled out, unfortunately not loud enough for Dennis to hear it. The man kept walking towards the creature that was technically an alien to them, and picked it up with watery hands. “DENNIS YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL US ALL!!!!!!! DENNIS!!!!!!”

“So, you kids know how to handle a frog?” Dennis asked in a wholesome tone, alerting the two even more. “KILL IT KILL IT FUCKING KILL IT” “Oh, are you guys allergic to this little guy? Sorry, I'll put it in the dashboard instead.” “GET ITBOUT WHAT THE FUCK DENNID JESUS” “… Huh?” “POSIOJ DART FOGR” Nova shouted, hiding behind the passenger seat and being pushed by Ace, who was also going to hide there. “BITCH”

Dennis and the frog stared at them in confusion, hearing their horrified screams. “This is… a wood frog… not a poison dart… that one would probably die in this climate…” he explained plainly, his hands gently cupping the newfound friend. “oh. ok” Ace muttered quietly, while Nova maintained an awkward silence. “You can… pat them very softly if you want.” Dennis suggested. “Or spray the shit outta them. That could work too.”

Nova nervously held out her hand to pat the frog, then smiled in succeeding to do so. “Death Quivers Before Me” She said, proceeding to pat it even more. “can i do the spray thing.” Ace asked, their voice quiet as a whisper. “Yeah, sure. Go right ahead.”

*the frog was going to die so technically they didnt like fuck up the ecosystem or smth. do not attempt this irl.

truck four.

“What jolly tunes d'ya have on this here truck. Fellas.” Shaw asked, observing the radio. “uh, really, i don't think it'll be necessary!!!!!” Viper nervously said, only to be ignored. “NONSENSE! ONE'S TASTE IN SHANTIES PROVES TO BE A WINDOW INTO THEIR LIVES.” Orc said wisely, patting them on the shoulder. “i guess that's good advice, but really–”

TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. MY MUSCLES. MY MUSCLES. INVOLUNTARILY FLEX.

“I SEE. A MATING SONG FOR YOUR SPECIES?” “my truck f### playlist,.,.,.” Viper tried to mute the speaker to no avail as most of the buttons on the control panel were very much broken. “I'm. Very sorry for this, pardner. But this doesn't sound so bad. I could put this in a jukebox…” Shaw consoled, only making them panic more. “im so f#ckig sorry” They said, before smashing the radio with a briefcase.

They all paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. “i have spotify…” Sarah croaked, holding up her phone. “they have lemon demon too, if you want…” She muttered, scrolling through the song choices. “does anyone want to listen to wet a–” “no.” “okay.”

The truck grew even quieter for a while, until Shaw gave a suggestion to pass the time. “Wanna play 20 questions?” “I'll start: how many folks have y'all killed?” Viper gave the assassin a horrified look, confusing her. “I think mine's around 150. No… 145…” She confessed, rubbing her chin. “Wait, or was it 160?”

“like six. do you like girls, and, follow up question, do you also coincidentally like short girls with long hair.” Sarah said without hesitation, stopping Orc from answering the first question. “Yes! I literally have a wife!” Shaw shouted happily, rolling up her sleeves to show Sarah her tattoos. “This one is her setting herself on fire and me getting inspired–” “ah, yes–” “That one was a total cover-up! Previously, it was the names of my exes, all thirteen of them, but now, it's my cat!”

After some time of receiving a bit too much RexShaw lore, Sarah finally got the answer she so desperately needed from Viper. This was the verdict that determines whether she could make a move or not. This answer could change– “i am gay and do not get attracted to women. thank you.” Ah. Back to more hunting. “I am a lesbian! High-five!” Shaw exclaimed.

And finally, the first truck.

truck one.

Loud country music blared in the truck as they drove by the snowy mountains of uhh. Winsnow. Like winter and snow. They had all chosen separate routes in order to cover more land and see if there were any new developments in the area.

“BRANDY!!! FETCH ANOTHER ROUNF!!!!!!” Rachel screeched as she drummed on the dashboard. “AND SHE FJSJS” Henderson kept driving, searching every inch of land for a rest stop to stretch her legs and also listen to something else.

“hendy.” Rachel said, getting her girlfriend's attention. “do you wanna buy that slime that cleans cars and stuff?” Henderson stared into the distance, pondering. “Hm. There's always the possibility of the slime disappearing under mysterious circumstances and turning up in the trash can the next day covered in saliva, so.” Whitney looked away, feeling attacked.

“yeah, that's a problem.” Rachel muttered, her hand instinctually moving to Henderson's. “Please don't crash the car.” She begged, looking sadly at her. “is there a domino's nearby. i heard they have that new peanut butter chocolate lava cake.” Rachel asked, cupping Henderson's face gently.

“Rachel. There's fucking mountains.” Henderson pointed out, gesturing towards their surroundings. “That shit will freeze.” Rachel put her head down in disappointment. “yeah. damn.” “MORE FLESH!!! MORE FLESH!!! MORE FUCKING FLESH!!!”

Oh yeah, Cyprus was here the whole time. “why does the metal say fuck?????” And Whitney too! “MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMN BUSINESS. FLESH NEEDED!” Cyprus yelled out, resembling a hungry toddler on a road trip.

“do you want like a burger or something......” Whitney asked, judging the spirit. “FLESH” “like are you more of a kfc or a mcdonalds guy” “NEED FLESH” She gave the couple a look, one that was kind of undecipherable due to her lack of normal face details like eyebrows, visible pupils, etc.

“So, three peanut butter lava cakes and one meat lover's… what else?” “ah!!!!!! no lava cake for me, i'm on a diet!!!!!! dirt and dirt only!!!!!!!!!!! also fish bones as a treat” Whitney corrected, her eyes searching for a nearby body of water. “Or, we could get Cyprus the fish meat, and Whitney the bones.” “sounds good to me!!!!!!!!” “FLESH”

…

“welcome to domino's! can i get your order?”

“three peanut butter lava cakes, please. that's all. thank you.” Rachel said, her seat switched with Henderson's, who was too nervous to order. “okay but they each take like three hours to make” “what.” “yea you can stop by like the grocery store up ahead” “fuck you for ordering this” “i–” “fuck off”

the grocewy stowe

The truck stopped by the front of the building, Rachel telling them to go in first while she searches for a good parking spot. Much to Henderson's disappointment.

“My lover…” Henderson said with fear in her voice. “it's okay… go along… i… i have to do this for you…” “for you all… i won't forget the good that you've done to me and everyone i've ever known…” “Rach, please don't go, I lo–” “you all are the kindest people… heaven may wait eagerly for you, but as for me, the ground trembles for its latest meal. fresh from the oven, i will enter the furnace…” “why the fuck would they cook you again” “because i'm TOAST!!” “haha”

“Kill Ronald Reagan while you're at it… I forgot which one he is but I'm pretty sure he's a total bitch…” “i will meet you doomguy” “heeeeeeeh” Rachel whined weakly as she slowly drove over to the spot she wanted.

MOTHERFUCKER.

A silver Honda Civic quickly made its way into there, angering the scientist. “not on my watch, fucker.” Rachel muttered, sliding the pickup truck across the road. She slammed her palm onto the car horn, which terrified even a murder of crows.

“huh wonder who that is” “hm anyway which fish do u like ???? :-)”

A woman who seemed to be in her late 40s exited the Honda Civic, throwing a rather large and flashy boa around her neck. “Jesús, ít's cold in hère,” The lady commented, putting on a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses. “Márie, come along, ma cheghhy!” (i forgot how to spell it)

oh, son of a B I T C H .

it's the french lady who smells weird.

Of course, seeing your enemy in any circumstance that wasn't planned was clearly a little scary and will probably be your last day alive, but bumping into them at a Target was kinda… awkward.

Both the hazelnut and the dolphin were less armed and armoured than usual, and there weren't any bodyguards or security. Usually, if a top leader goes anywhere, the standard protocol was to do thirty separate background checks on the location and have it guarded up somewhere in the three months before their arrival.

So, obviously, someone in Top 50 driving around town in a decades-old car buying groceries isn't very safe, or probably even legal. Hell, she hasn't even seen them wear anything this ridiculous ever. Could this be a distraction? Or is it an opportunity?

Ah, wait, they're both wearing their stupid little marriage bracelets.

It's the middle of October.

This is their anniversary vacation.

Shit.

in the store

Henderson strolled through the aisles with Whitney at her side, hugging Cyprus's jar. She examined the cereal boxes to make sure they didn't contain any food colouring that could potentially kill her.

Whitney, on the other hand, zoomed over to the meat section, licking her lips at the sight of a raw cod. “cyprus…… do you feel that? the need to devour a being???? the uncontrollable desire for energy that it transcends all laws and regulations placed on mankind?????? the growing hunger for power, one that's so strong it controls your every need????

a natural, primal instinct to become such a brutal being that no one, not even you, recognise yourself anymore. you look at yourself in the mirror and you feel like you want to destroy that, to put yourself onto the pedestal you belong on, to wreak havoc on the cosmos of all beings, living and dead, real and mythical, walking and extinct.

you know that you're the only who understands this instinct, the only one who follows it to this distance. everyone else may underestimate you, but in the end, you'll rise above them all. man's natural instinct is to become the ruler of all.”

“What the fuck, Whitney. Anyway, I talked to the deli guy and he said he could pay you to eat up some scraps if you want. You down?” Henderson asked, her trolley already full of snacks. “yea fuck it man” Whitney replied, walking over to the ‘staff only’ door. “im hungy as fuck”

parking lot.

Despite the growing need to kill the woman, Rachel was managing to control herself. Even though this was the perfect opportunity to eliminate one of them, she knows she'll be replaced by someone much crueler. So for now, she'll just stick to watching this lady consider which can of tomato sauce is better than the other.

Rachel parked the truck near the entrance and the Honda Civic. She kept an eye on the couple as she quietly made her way inside through the back door.

“So thàt's when Í saìd, ‘that's not a cactùs, that's a lámp!” Karén playfully said, her hand entwined with her wife's. Rachel was unsure whether to stalk the two or join her friends in shopping.

WELL, FIND THAT OUT IN THE NEXT PART,

B I T C H !! !! !!

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Long, Slow Kisses - Inspector Cavill 5

Guess who's back again? It's Inspector Cavill and his girlfriend! I thought you might enjoy another smutty chapter of their lovestory. (You can find the Inspector Cavill series, parts 1 - 4 on my masterlist.)

I got inspired by the song "Long, Slow Kisses" by Jeff Bates (see end of post for spotify link). I used quotes from the lyrics in the fic, they are written in italics.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader, y/n

Warnings: RPF but AU (Henry Cavill is an inspector at Scotland Yard), song fic (kinda), fluff, smut, sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throat, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue!

Credits: I know nothing about Henry Cavill, this is pure fiction. Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest.

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Summary:

Imagine...You and Inspector Cavill are a couple. It's been two years now and somehow everyday life has pushed romance and passion back a little. The same old treadmill day after day has damped down the fire of being newly in love. The spark is still there but in the last months it had been buried under a lot of work and all kinds of duties.

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It was Saturday morning and Henry had to go to the office again for paperwork though he had promised he would spend the day with his girlfriend y/n.

"Really, Henry? Again? You promised it. You're not working on a case, why do you have to go?"

"Darling, I'm really sorry but I have to do my paperwork. You saw the pile on my desk yesterday. It's growing taller than me, I will never be able to work through it without some extra hours." He gave her an apologetic smile.

"You promised it, Hen." She repeated with sad eyes. The disappointment in her voice was killing him.

"We'll just take a rain check on this. We can go to the park and have the picnic tomorrow, okay?"

Henry kissed her on the cheek before asking her again. "Okay, princess?"

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Do I have a choice?"

Henry smiled and grabbed his jacket before opening the door. "Thanks, y/n. Love you." He was already on the steps in front of the house when he heard her.

"You know, Henry. Sometimes I feel like I'm not the most important thing in your life anymore." Her soft words were followed by a deep sigh and she closed the door before Henry was able to give her an answer.

All the way to work Henry just couldn't stop thinking about her words. It broke his heart to hear her say them because she definitely was the most important thing in his life. She was now and she was always going to be. He loved her more than words could express but obviously she doubted that. He was almost at the headquarter when he made a u-turn and headed back home.

She was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, when she heard the key turn in the lock of the front door.

"Henry? Is that you?" Y/n dried her hands with a towel and went to the hall where Henry stood with a lopsided smile on his pretty lips. "What's wrong, Darling? Are you sick?" She asked him.

"Naw, I ain't sick, it's just this morning, when you told me, you didn't feel like you were the most important thing in my life anymore, well that broke my heart. So, I had to turn around and come back and tell you what I'm gonna do about it."

She looked at him with a frown, confusion written all over her face. When Henry gave her a wink she stepped closer and placed her hands on his chest. She looked him in the eyes with a smile.

"That's so sweet, honey. And so surprising, but I'm curious now...what are you gonna do about it?" She returned the wink.

He cupped her face with his big hands and gave her a quick, tender kiss.

"I'm gonna light the bedroom candles, take the phone out of the wall. We can lay around and talk for hours or maybe we won't talk at all. I'm gonna resurrect the love that slipped away from us and the man you've been missin', startin' with some long, slow kisses."

She took a deep breath and smirked, biting her lip.

"Well, that sounds promising. So what are you waiting for."

Henry chuckled and pulled her close. Long, slow kisses followed, just like he'd promised. Y/n almost melted in his arms, it just felt so good, so hot, so sensual. Henry deepened the kiss and she got all wet just by the way he let his tongue roam around in her mouth. Henry's hands were all over her body, stroking her ass and her breasts which made her moan.

Hearing her desire turned him on so much he shortly considered taking her right there in the hall but he remembered his promise. He pulled away, out of breath, his eyes dark with lust.

"You like that, baby?" He looked at her with a lewd smile.

"You know I do."

"Then let's continue upstairs."

And before y/n knew what was happening he had swept her off her feet and thrown her over his shoulder.

"Henry?" she shrieked. "Put me down, I'm too heavy!"

"Don't be silly, hon." He laughed and took the stairs to the first floor so easily as if she was light as a feather. His strength never ceased to amaze her.

He put her down in front of their bedroom and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Just gimme a second, okay? Oh, and throw this away." He gave her his mobile. "Not literally of course."

"Sure." She grinned and Henry went to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Y/N looked around and decided to hide the phone inside the laundry closet between the towels.

Just when she was done the door flew open and Henry made an inviting gesture. "Come in."

The room was bathed in dimness, only lit by her bedside lamp. Henry had thrown one of her light summer shawls over it, a crimson red one, and so the illumination created an illusion of sundown. Some candles were flickering on the window ledge making the romantic atmosphere perfect. Henry was standing beside the bed smiling at her with a hint of shyness. He usually wasn't a man of great gestures and he seemed to be unsure if y/n liked the scenario he'd created.

"Darling." She whispered amazed. "This is wonderful."

"So you like it?"

"Of course." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "It's so romantic."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I think we've neglected this part of our relationship a little in the last months."

"That's true." She sighed, sounding a little sad.

"I'm gonna make it up to you today, my love."

She gave him an encouraging nod and Henry continued with telling her what he had on his mind.

"I just want to let you know how ashamed I am for making you feel that way Darlin', I'm so sorry. I guess I've just been spendin' too much on making a living and way too little on making love. But if you can just find it in your heart to forgive me, girl, I swear from this moment on you'll always know where you stand with me. 'Cause what really matters most is you and me this close, feeling no distance, sharing some long, slow kisses"

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes and it was obvious that she was touched by his words.

"Oh my god, Henry. This is the sweetest I've ever heard. But it's not all your fault, we've both been so busy lately…"

"I know, but today it's my turn to show you how much I still care about you. How much you mean to me. And I don't just want to fuck you, I'm going to make love to you, alright? Will you let me love you, princess?"

"I'm all yours, Buzz." He smirked when he heard the nickname and pulled her close. They kissed again and it was the most sensual foreplay - slow, erotic, sexy.

"Let me undress you." Henry's voice was smooth and soft. He took a step away and started to unbutton her shirt. She wanted to help him but he grabbed her wrists gently.

"No, babe. Let me take care of you. All you have to do is to relax and to enjoy this."

She looked him in the eyes and nodded.

Henry slowly stripped off every single piece of clothing from her body until she was completely naked. He admired her body, smiling at her. "Sometimes I forget how very beautiful you are, darling." She returned his smile and batted her eye lashes suddenly a little self-conscious.

"Lay down." He patted on the mattress and y/n stretched out her body on the bed. She enjoyed watching Henry stripping off his clothes too and when he was naked he laid down beside her. A shiver ran through her body and Henry looked at her with a worried frown. "Are you cold, love?"

"No, darling, just shaking with anticipation."

"Good." He grinned and placed a sweet little kiss on her shoulder. "Why don't you close your eyes."

"Okay."

From this moment on all she could do was feel. She felt Henry's mouth on her lips and after a while he started to kiss every part of her body. Her neck, where he concentrated on the sensitive spot behind her ear which made her moan, her collarbone and her shoulders. He stroked her tits tenderly, kissing the tender flesh, licking and sucking her hard nipples.

"Oohhh…." She let out a deep sigh, her breath was going fast already. Henry continued to take care of her breasts, kneading them with his strong hands, just like he knew y/n liked it best.

She whimpered when his mouth left her nipple but when she felt his soft lips showering her belly with hot kisses she uttered a sexy groan, showing him how much she enjoyed his actions.

Henry climbed between her legs, spreading them wide enough to fit in with his body. He was kissing her lower abdomen now, his hands reaching out for her tits, giving them a quick little squeeze before he placed his hands on her thighs. He stroked her legs slowly, kissing her right above her pubic area.

"God...Henry…this is torture…" She was a panting mess already and Henry was so hard it almost hurt. "Do you want me to stop?" He whispered against her pussy, blowing softly against her clit.

"No. Please...don't stop."

Henry kissed her sweet spot before he licked through her folds a few times. "I love your juices. You taste so sweet, so pure, like dew, like nectar...and you are so damn wet, my love."

He straightened up to take a look at her and to give his dick a few strokes. A moan escaped his lips and y/n opened her eyes. She stared at his massive manhood with hungry eyes, licking her lips. "Stuff my mouth with this big cock, baby. I need to taste you."

Henry let out a growl full of arousal. "You want it down your throat?"

"Yes." Y/n moved her body and let her head hang down from the edge of the bed. It was her favorite position for deep throat, perfect for taking his length all the way down. Henry climbed off the bed and stood in front of her. His heavy cock was hovering over her head. He took it in his hands, giving it another few strokes and then he penetrated her mouth slowly, carefully.

They had done this before many times and he knew exactly what he was doing. Y/n loved having him balls deep in her mouth but she liked it slow, not rough. He never mouth fucked her, there was no need to. The way her throat closed tightly around the his dick, the feeling of her tongue pressing against his shaft, licking him, was enough to make him so incredibly horny, sometimes it even was enough to push him over the edge. But he didn't want to come in her throat today. He looked at her, how she sucked on him, playing with her own nipples and he started to move slowly, thrusting his hips carefully with tiny motions a few times. Y/n groaned, grabbing him by his thighs, obviously enjoying this.

He wanted to take her so badly, wanted to drag her down from the bed, take her in his arms, shove her against the wall and rail her into oblivion, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the rough surface but he wanted to stand by his promise. Today he wouldn't simply fuck her, he would love her, show his affection. He pulled his cock out of her mouth slowly and climbed back on the bed.

"I need you inside of me, Henry. I need to feel you close." Y/n begged in a dark, needy voice.

He was back between her legs in an instant and kissed her before he let his dick glide into her wet, hot pussy. He took his time, letting her feel every inch. When he was completely inside of her they moaned and moved in unison for a pretty long time, their motions slow and intense, giving them the feeling of intimacy and total closeness. This was love making, this was passion, this was devotion. They looked each other in the eyes for the entire time, whispering sweet words, exchanging soft moans and little smiles. After a while Henry grabbed her ass and pulled her on his thighs to penetrate her even deeper. She lifted her hips eagerly and while he started to thrust, shoving his cock deep inside of her, she started to stimulate her clit simultaneously. It was such a turn on for Henry to watch her pleasure herself, he picked up speed, desperately wanting to fill her tight cunt with his cum.

Her moans turned into shrieks, his groans into animalistic grunts. They were rocking their hips, panting breathlessly, their bodies glistening with sweat.

"I'm close baby." Her voice was hoarse.

"Then come for me princess...come...."

"Fuck." Her pussy clenched around him and she cried out loud, enjoying her orgasm, rocking her hips, her legs shivering.

"Y/n…." Henry grabbed her hips and now he allowed himself to fuck her. He went fast, took her deep and hard before he came too. As usual he let out a long husky sigh, throwing back his head, thrusting his hips till his climax was over.

He pulled out slowly, plopped down beside her and took her in his strong arms.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, princess. More than anything in the world."

"I know, Henry." She turned to him and kissed him tenderly. "And if I ever doubt it again, just show me...like you did today."

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