#felt like putting Kali through it tonight
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let's make love! <3
NSFW! - experienced bf x virgin woman reader - 2.4k words
ft. Moonlight - Kali Uchis
synopsis: you r ready to lose your v-card n your loving bf is happy to oblige!
include: virginity loss, manhandling, heavy foreplay; fingering, oral, nipple play (women receiving).
AN: I rlly dunno how it happend to be so long guys
…*ring*…
…*ring*…
…”baby?”
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His voice lets you sense a slightly worried tone as he continues speaking. For your part, you are taking deep breaths, how could you have forgotten to tell him something that important?
“Is everything okay? I'm at my training-”
“Yes! I mean everything is totally fine…I just wanted to tell you something…” you let your voice trail off as you swallow painfully.
“I'm all ears baby” his voice is still breathless as he pushes his phone even closer to his ear.
“I…im ready to loose my virginity, with you I mean…i…thats all! Anyway sorry for bothering you bye! Love you!” …*bipbipbip*
You never spoke or hung up faster than at that exact moment.
A second later your cell phone rings in your hand:
|| arrogant mf 💋 : be ready at 8
|| you : for???
|| arrogant mf 💋 : just get your pretty ass ready n fancy
|| arrogant mf 💋 : Love ya
|| you : me too silly
Both of you smile dumbly at your respective cellphones. “It's happening,” both of you think. Small butterflies fly through your stomach. And the blood in his veins running like crazy.
You couldn't help but bite your lip, keeping a bunch of giggles in your throat. You need to get ready for the big night ahead of you.
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As the day went by, you tried to memorize every single moment of it: the weather, the sounds, the scents, everything. It's such a lovely day you concluded. Especially with that coming. Just thinking about it makes you all flustered, your heart beating faster. You were unable to stop thinking about it.
It took you hours to be ready: showering while applying the softest body washes and creams, exfoliating and cleansing gently your whole body. Your face was impeccable. From the eyebrows to the lips. You put on your cutest pink dress, adding thin silver earrings on your ears that brush against your shoulder, and a heart-shaped ring of the same colours circling tightly around your finger. Finally, you lace those cute nude heels you fancy so much. You reassemble like an angel fallen from the highest parts of heaven.
*ding*
As you apply the last layer of gloss on your lips the sound coming from your door makes you jolt. “It's time already?” those magical butterflies you felt all over your skin earlier became nasty cockroaches in an instant. ‘What if’ starts to run through your anxious mind before a second ringbell sound make it’s way in your ear. You take a deep breath and grab your lightweight bag before opening the door with a small smile.
For a moment there is a silence, both of you appreciating the effort put by the other for that memorable evening. Then, your boyfriend is the first to broke silence:
“You are definitely worth the wait baby” he laughs heartwarmingly and extends his hand to help you go down the stairs. You took it willingly, squeezing it by the same occasion. “I mean aren't I always worth the wait?” you giggle while slowly walking toward his car. “You could have send me the address you know?” you add, on a light tone. “And let my lady go there by herself? Never with me alive”
The discussion goes on and on, on the road as well as on the restaurant. It was fancier than you thought to the point you couldn't even recognize any of the meals they served. Even more laughs to share for the both of you right?
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Vine, champagne, mojito and martini.
It didn't stop and it was clear all that coquetterie he offered to you was to spoil you, make you feel special. Because you were.
“Let's stop drinking for tonight shall we?” your boyfriend says as he is putting both of your glasses aside. “Why?” you ask, “The night is young don't you think?” you slowly take your glass back between your finger with a playfull grin.
“Exactly, the night is young, and I need you fully conscious for what I'm gonna do to you for the rest of the night my lady.”
The last thing you remember after that is him, getting up to pay the bill, running his hand from your chest to your waist as you both walk outside the luxury restaurant…The rest is blurry: the ride to his place, him leading you to his bedroom, telling you how good he's gonna take care of you…
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Indeed he is, quiet moans start to fill the room as he caress your legs and let wander his experienced mouth on your neck. “M-mh- baby a-ah” ,soon enough you were unable to process words by your mind but by your body alone: “Mhh talk to me pretty girl…you like it? Like my mouth on your pretty neck?” the question he ask you is simple but you could only hum against his broad shoulder as an answer.
The load of new sensations was overwhelming. You are hopelessly moving your hips against his lap, letting go of the prettiest noise that man ever heard. “Wanna ride something baby?” he playfully murmurs in your ear. The time you process his saying, you can already feel his large hand gradually gripping your ass, growling as he feels it. “What do we have here uh? Such an adorable pantie…” he observes, his hand moving your dress up. “You made yourself cute even under that dress?” he grin, looking down at you lovingly.
However, his member is painfully throbbing against his tight pants, his mind leaving more and more room for his body's desires exclusively. But he couldn't care less: the sight he has in front of him could make him cum all by itself. You, shyly trying to get yourself off by moving on his thick thigh. He knew he had to wait for you to set the pace, but he couldn't wait to ask anymore: “mhh if you wanna ride baby…let me push a finger deep inside of ya m’okay?”
His sultry voice did miracles on you, you nod with a quiet “yes” before he run his thick and long finger inside your throbbing heat. You yelp shamelessly. “It's okay baby, just thrust me…look at you, it feels good doesn't it?” You confirm his sentence with a long moan at the same time as he moves his finger. He is slow, careful, and loving…and you are taking it oh so well. The young man is absolutely losing his mind, he can't help but put a second finger inside your walls. The surprise he is able to witness on your face almost made him cum on the spot. “M’love! S’too- it’s too much!” you exclaim, digging your manicured nails in his back.
He couldn't think straight anymore. He needs to get a grip before he loses it for good, but how could someone be mad at him for losing it a little? Just look at yourself: panting heavily, chanting his name, on the verge of tears just from his digits. Thinking about it, he would barely be able to get his throbbing cock inside you. “So tight around my fingers uh? Gonna cum my lady?” he already knows the answer. “M’fuck! S’good!” you moan loudly ascertaining his thinking.
He goes on again, not stopping fingering you even after your orgasm. “I need to prep you well okay baby?”
And what could you do more than take it?
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“God! M’baby! A-Auh” you arch your back while almost suffocating him with your legs. “Mhh taste…heaven…” you can barely hear him as he licks your pussy with expertise. You never felt something quite like this before, the only thing you can do is helplessly jolt every time he flicks his hot tongue on your intimate lips. Pushing your legs apart, your boyfriend raise up his eyes to you with an adorable glint. A total contrast to the ministrations he is doing on your sensitive body. “You are doing so good for me my love…ready to cum on my face yeah?”
At this point he doesn’t even know if he is eating you out for your pleasure or for his own: he is enjoying it way too much. Your poor whines and even poorest tentative to move away from his mouth to manage your overwhelming pleasure brought him to the verge of ecstasy. He is desperately trying to get off by humping the poor mattress, his mind going blank as he devoured your heat like it was a five-star Michelin meal. Even tastier than any meals he ate at the restaurant earlier if you ask him. Finally, he feels the powerful warmth of orgasm growing in his stomach, you could hear him deeply moaning sending shockwaves directly on your pussy. “Baby? A-are you- a-ah! F-fuck!” You tried to ask him: ‘are you coming? From eating me out?’ But the same sensation you felt two times earlier went through your guts yet again. You both came: eyes rolling back and nails digging in each other’s body parts.
Neither of you could wait anymore, “n-need it inside” you plead your tone heavy with lust. “What exactly?” He couldn’t help but be a little teasing to you, your neediness was adorable after all. “Y-you know…I need your cock inside…” the weak but noticeable movement of your hips toward his, showing your exposed pussy glistening of your arousal was enough to convince him completely.
He straightens up, his toned body glistening with sweat, and an adoring gaze on your body as you take off shyly your dress. “So exquisite…so pretty” he coos like in a trance. Your glaze is also trailing on his body, till your eyes stop on the wet spot on his pants. Your boyfriend follows your gaze and chuckles, “See? Already made me cum my lady”. You bite your bottom lip as he unbuckles his belt and slightly bends over your vulnerable body. He slowly takes off your lingerie bra, like he is unwrapping a present. He massages gently your breasts, as well as sucking your sensitive nipples, stealing moans from your glossy lips.
“ ‘Can't take it anymore, y’so pretty…so hot…” he mumbled against your chest, his fingers playing with your nipples. “Then put it in, m’so ready for you baby” you plead almost going crazy from the wait.
“You sure?” he asks, his tone so worried you can't help but giggle. “Yes love, I wanna do it with you” you consent. Then he kisses you sweetly taking off his boxers. You separate your mouths, breathless, before your man speaks up, “m’gonna go in okay? If it hurts too much tell me, if you want me to stop tell me, if something feels really good just moan my name alright?” both of you laugh at the last part but you nod understanding what he told you. He doesn't waste any more time and puts on a condom over his wet cock and you quietly observe squeezing your legs in excitation.
Then it happens, he pushes his hardened member past your walls slowly. Always scrutinizing your face for any inconvenience and listening for every time you whine. If it happens he stops: “You okay baby?” he will ask before you nod and he continues as slowly as before. It feels so good for him, you are perfectly shaped for him and the warmth of your pussy feels like it is enveloping his whole being. He didn't even move yet for God's sake. “Tell me when I can move my lady” he tells you, panting from the anticipation. And the anticipation you could feel it, his cock, throbbing inside you, made you twitch and giggle at the same time, “It's moving inside me” you say with a cute smile. “It's because I love you so much my lady” he explain just before kissing you passionately.
“M’baby?” you pant, slowly pushing him away from your mouth, “You can move…” you quietly authorise, your lips linked to his by a trail of saliva.
And you didn't need to tell him twice.
Gradually he shifts his hips backward before pushing them against your own yet again. At first, it isn't comfortable for you. To be honest, it is quite the opposite but after a couple of careful thrusts the infamous pleasure you heard and read so much about starts to replace the pain. In the blink of an eye, you are moaning as your poor legs are feebly shaking against your boyfriend’s sides.
When he hears your pleasured sounds it takes all his will to not go faster, to not pound ruthlessly inside your heat. You were squeezing him and whining needily…the young man was so turned on he starts to growl as loudly as you do. “That's it my love, taking my cock so well…feels so good” he praises you. “Mhh! Right here, baby! A-ah f-fuck it’s so good!” you mindlessly moan, your pleasure reaching new highs. “Here baby?” your lover repeats, eyes glistening with burning desire. He thrust a little harder than he thought he would when he found your sweet spot but he couldn't really stop now, could he? He takes your legs and pushed them closer to the mattress, moving his hips gently toward your sensitive G-spot. The new angle makes you see stars, “O-oh my! G-god uh! M’gonna! M’gonna!”. Your experienced boyfriend kept the same pace, you are close to your orgasm and so is he. “Fuck…look at me baby, y’gonna cum all around my dick okay? Gonna do that for me uh?” he takes your face in his hand forcing you to lift up your eyes at him. You nod, babbling nonsense. You couldn't think straight anymore and it's when you feel the bliss of an incoming orgasm taking control of your body that you start screaming like you never did before.
You sincerely thought your eyes wouldn't go back to their normal position.
“Oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck y’look so good I-” Then it was your boyfriend’s turn to climax with a deep growl and a even deeper thrust.
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You are both panting heavily: you, still spasming from the intense pleasure, and him laying his body on yours. Of course, he recovers faster than you do but it still took both of you dozens of minutes to regain your composures.
Your sweet lover leaves, only to come back with towels and water glasses for both of you. After you drink a good amount of your water he takes you to the bathroom, helping you to clean up and doing your hair. You both did your skincare next to each other, talking about your new experience. He kissed you on the lips quickly before going downstairs to grab you something to eat but the time he comes back you were already asleep. He looked at your peaceful face trying to memorize each traits of your face before leaving his mind to Morphée.
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AN: Okay so thanks for reading my shit lmao, other things coming up and uh yeah, if there something that needs to be modified dm me or comment and yeah, I think that's all
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Jason Todd/Red Hood x reader platonic.
Hey again everyone, The blue beetle content has blown up and I'm in love with the love that it's sharing with the passionate community. so expect more soon, but for now, let's tap into another one of my favourite DC heroes, Now please bare with me as it's been a while since I beat the game so I'm a bit rusty. Also the opening has been inspired by charcter.ai and I'll count this as my prequel, to the game, and with that out of the way. Please enjoy :) word count:1.5K
Jason was still coming to terms with being brought back to life from the Lazarus pit, His memories were wiped and had to start over again. Before re-joining Bruce and the others, He was a lone vigilante saving Gotham City through whatever means necessary. Including killing people. But when he re-joined, he had to change his ways. Tim equipped him with non-lethal rounds for his weapons of choice, but he still felt lost and alone. Like he didn't have a purpose, but tonight things would look differently. As he was looking out over Gotham city, Patrolling the city for whatever crime, he heard footsteps, walking close to him.
"Your Red hood right ??" this young person spoke to him.
"Yeah, what's your deal ??" he said without even looking at you, still looking over the city.
"Oh good, well I'm y/n, or *superhero name* if you will. Bruce put me with you to partner up"
Jason finally turned to you, looking at your suit. It was like Alfred made it himself.
"Bruce ?? Partnering me with anyone ??, This outta be wild" He smirked under his mask and extended his hand out to you, shaking Jason's in return.
"So are you an official robin or something ??" he joked
"You could say that"
"So were gonna be fighting crime together now huh ??" Jason checked his pistols.
"I mean Bruce has put us together so.."
"Do you have any skills that help, Ya know, tech, fighting skills?"
You showed him your utility belt that you and Alfred went over, filled with necessary gadgets. You then pulled out your weapon of choice, two kali sticks.
Jason couldn't help but let out a whistle seeing the sticks "Where'd you get these ??" He asked eyeing the sticks.
"Custom made dude"
"Well damn, custom you say ??"
"Yeah it wasn't easy but I pulled it off in the end."
"I wouldn't doubt a single bit of that. you got skills kiddo- wait you are a kid right ??"
"22 turning 23 this Wednesday" (Nudge nudge wink wink)
"Well, I guess happy early birthday then." He chuckled
You chuckled and playfully nudged him, Him gently doing it back, he was starting to warm up to you.
"I'm gonna like working with you dude." Jason smirked again under the mask.
"Same here"
But as you said that, the two heard glass smashing, it sounded like it came from further up the streets.
"What the hell ??" Jason immediately pulled out his pistols ready for action.
"It came from further up come on" Y/n then pulled their grapple gun out and swung to where the sound was. Jason following suit.
Landing in the shadows, the two then found a group of armed thieves robbing a jewellery store. Jason smirked under the mask and cracked his neck.
"Get their attention, see if you can cause some noise while I sneak in and disarm them." He whispered not to alert the thieves.
"Got it" You then rushed out, pulling out your kali sticks and whacked one thief across the face, alerting the others "Hey dumb bimbos !!!"
Before they could even aim their guns at you, Jason came into the crowd of thieves soon after and disarmed then.
"Crap It's Red Hood!!!" One thief said before getting knocked out by Jason's non-lethal rounds.
Y/n and Jason fought all the thieves quickly, like a well-oiled machine, He was really impressed with your fighting skills. The thieves losing the fight, Jason and y/n tied them up as Gotham PD came in and arrested them, thanking the two before going.
"Well done y/n, this was a breeze with you by my side." Jason smiled slightly under his mask.
"Yeah, they didn't even stand a chance." You smiled under your mask as well.
Jason smirked and held out his fist for a fist bump "We'll make a great team, no doubt about it." For the first time since everything, Jason didn't feel alone. You then eagerly returned his fist bump.
"Come on, Let's head back to the cave and see what batman has for us"
The two then headed back to the Batcave, Y/n took off their mask revealing their face for the first time, and Jason also did, revealing the scar across his face and the white patch on his hair as an effect from the Lazarus pit. "Oh I haven't told you my real name, it's Jason."
The two then met Batman as he was looking through the Batcomputer to see any detections of villains around Gotham.
"Hey Bruce" Y/n spoke up, Bruce turned around and smiled slightly at the two.
"Welcome back y/n, I'm sure Jason hasn't been too much trouble ??"
Jason rolled his eyes but smirked.
"No, he hasn't, he's really cool actually, We were so badass taking down this group of thieves."
The two smiled as you recreated the scene.
"Ok, I have a mission for you two, It will be dangerous but I believe you two can pull it off."
"What do you got boss ??" Jason said as the two went over to the table and looked over some evidence that Bruce was looking over.
"Waylon jones, Killer Croc escaped Arkham Asylum a few hours ago, He's been wreaking havoc amongst the citizens, and from these traffic camera photos, it looks like he's taken refuge in the sewers of downtown Gotham."
"Gross... we gotta walk through shit."
"I understand this will suck, but this is only once. and Alfred will deep clean your suits after."
Y/n took a deep breath and went to the lab and prepared a tranquilizer for the metahuman.
"He's right Jason, just this once and then never again. Besides we can do this, we stopped a group of thieves."
"Your right y/n... we can do this"
Once the tranquillizer was finished, the two got on their batcycles and rode the way to downtown Gotham, finding the sewer lid he escaped into. taking a deep breath and opening the lid. the two jumped down and landed in knee-deep water. Y/n had almost gagged from how bad the smell was.
"Oh god it reeks in here, It's like the worst smell ever"
"Funny that, cause its literal shitwater"
The two then sucked it up and went on their way to find Killer Croc. As they ventured further, they heard the water trickle and were on high alert, pulling out their weapons.
"You heard it too ??"
"Yeah... Be ready"
You turned on your flashlight and investigated the surface of the murky water. Then a hulking figure rose from the water. Tall and very muscular. Razer sharp teeth and had literal crocodile scales.
"So... Chewy" Killer Croc grinned and licked his teeth.
"Yeah we are not on your dinner plans tonight"
Killer Croc charged at y/n before they quickly dodged his attack and were standing behind him. But a big mistake as Killer Croc swung his tail hard at y/n, and they flew to the wall and fell into the water. Yep, that was gonna hurt in the morning.
"*Superhero name !!*"
Jason then distracted Killer Croc by firing a few non-lethal rounds, But it didn't deter the monster. Roaring he charged at Jason. Quickly dodging it He landed a few punches before Killer Croc felt a sharp pain on his jaw, with y/n recovering and hitting him with his kali stick.
"You... are my first meal..."
"I'd like to see you try" You smirked under your mask.
The two then continued to fight Killer Croc, tiring him out enough before Jason pulled out his grapple gun, making Killer Croc trip and jumped on him, Getting him in a chokehold to keep his jaw from biting him.
"NOW !!"
You pulled out the tranquilizer and injected it into his neck, Killer Croc stopped lashing and slowly passed out from the effects.
"We did it..."
"Yeah... You ok, you took a beating from the tail swing."
"I'll be fine, It'll just bruise"
"Come on let's get this big boy out and we'll call it a night."
The two struggled to get him up, by god he was ever so heavy. By the end, you both managed to get him up where Arkham officers met you two. Waiting to take Killer Croc back, Putting him in a straight jacket and muzzle in case he comes too, they then drove off with killer croc in tow.
"That was intense huh Jason ??"
"It was, but we did it as a team. You and I aren't so bad bud" Jason smiled softly under his mask.
"Yeah me too, I can't wait to know what our next mission is tomorrow"
"Definitely, but for now. showers are in order"
"Yeah you stink" you smirked and nudged him
"So do you" He ruffled the top of your head as the two went back to the batcave.
Jason didn't feel alone, not anymore. He had y/n, alongside Tim, Barbara and Dick. He felt almost whole again. But nothing could prepare you all for the events that would unfold.
Taglist: @callofdudes
A/n: I find Gotham Knights an underrated title.
#platonic#jason todd#red hood#gotham knights#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#Jason todd gotham knights
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3/12/23
Recounting tonight's meditation with Lev. NSFW.
Meditating. I'm stuck on things, unable to move on from them by myself. I'm vicious, aggressive, energy is running through me but my own mental blockages are preventing moving forward with things I need to accomplish - that I feel the visceral need to accomplish. My future self is waiting and I just, for some reason, cannot reach it.
I've spent a while today speaking to the Void Mother, Kali Ma, in her tree-esque, winding, voiceless voice self... And then I realised some time later that I had - as I'm sure she and the Void in general directed like a river's winding waters - begun talking to a version of my future self taking "whatever mask I need to get the message across", including appearing like her.
I'm fighting extensive chains I am putting on myself. I'm struggling against trauma; I'm forced to remember my ex partner was my first teacher this life in a literal sense, the unbalanced power he wielded like a sword over my head was too immense for a teenage me to handle. I am... I am scared of what I'm going to produce in the future. I don't want to... I'm not sure. I don't know what to say, or do, or want, or how to get what I'd want...
Lev sat me down though, brought me to meditate rather insistently. He laid me down in my bed, told me he was going to be assertive and tell me what to do and be rather physical with me, if it was OK with me, and that I needed to communicate with him if it was too much. He was holding me down on the bed in a myriad of his thick tendrils that seem to come from nowhere, but are unmistakenly of his flesh, and I realised I could see them vividly but they weren't in the Astral. Seems they - and therefore he - were in the Void. It isn't uncommon for me to see these, he tends to out one over my head to calm me down, but I don't think I've seen this many.
He told me to take my other form, not the one that mirrors my human body but the one that is a more thorough and intricate symbolic manifestation of my energy. Oh, fertility spirit issues: from the absolute millisecond I changed and before I even remembered I was having sexual issues, I felt it, the gravitational heaviness, the same feeling involved when I'm in a human form with breasts creating milk but... Elsewhere... This isn't just a crude fact though. It goes deeper than that.
I remembered. It's so strange, I don't work with past lives, but generally theoretical past lives for the sake of a meditation don't feel so clear, so out of symbolism, so out of my imagination, so ready to show me what is going on, so I suspect this is indeed past life memories. I was remembering being in front of some sort of locus for Shiva, possibly not even under that name and avatar as it feels like this is a time or place to which "Shiva" is a novel name for (Him); I'm dressed in loose but dense fabric, in a courtyard or... Something open to plants in the distance.
I remember being in contact with Shiva, I remember knowing him. Sexual energies in the outskirts of all our encounters like the wilderness is on the outskirts of Rudra's presence - which is to say hypnotically fractalising, spiralling, in everything and nothing and everything. I remember practicing with it, it's as much a tool unjudged as a car is a tool for the average modern human. I remember bliss, I remember sexuality of the dualist-nondualism, the recognition of (Shiva) as an autonomous mirror reflection, wrapped around me like a serpent, fleeting like a fairy, as human in shape as a reflection in rippling water, as solid and unchanging as tree leaves... I was meditating, storing sexual energy. I knew him as One: both One as in "the Auspicious One" , and One as in Singularity... And One as in a concept or philosophy, and One as in a shadow in relation to a person, and One as in Omkara, and One as in nothing but a possibility...
I knew him, I knew him... Complexly, the serpent and its myriad scales (and scales are eyes, and eyes are mirrors, and colours), I knew his presence in a way that is much more complex than I remember him now, much more in flow. He was the one who made the giant footsteps within which I would step and make my own footsteps, my brow was thoroughly marked with the third eye in his image - his eye - my brow his seat, my chest his home, my mouth and voice his expression and perpetuation... Even if I didn't speak, because silence is both fertile earth to grow words and the complete destruction of words. It gives me something to work towards though, this rememberence of knowing him more thoroughly... Admittedly though, again, I am tired. I feel like an old beast in a new shell, cramped and forced into new bones. I'm begging to be born, my limbs are numb and I feel like I can't wake them up... But I suppose to know they're numb is to be embodying them and conscious in them, I'm on the right track.
Anyway. I was sexually frustrated while meditating with him, less in the way of day-to-day sex and more in the way my energy was boiling away, the ties I had been re-igniting to old fertility names and pains and sexuality have certainly been re-ignited, or are waking up; no, these are energies that beg for action even if non-sexual, they worm their way into physicality and rage... He told me then, though I cut down the conversation in retelling since the back and forth that led us there is inconsequential, to imagine a situation. To fantasise, but specifically he was drawing me down a path to a specific outlet I didn't foresee.
"Imagine," he prompted firmly and mostly through imagery he gave me, "Devi. Imagine her. Imagine her wanting you more than anything else." Looking back his energy and voice are like a lulling, magnetic force albeit gentle, and I didn't see it because I was seeing what he wanted me to see. He was prompting and shaping together a fantasy of a lustful Devi - lust in the way of want, of personal power, of self-commanding action to get what one wants. A face of hers that is there to do one thing and one thing only - for she wants one thing and one thing only - to... This is unclear in retrospect, but was thoroughly clear in the moment. I'm sure that was by design. She existed to want to fulfil me, that's the gist.
He puppeted the scene. He drew me through to what culminated in sexual magic but certainly didn't appear to start that way, the details of which he knew and I do not know. He technically, through creating and sustaining the meditative scenario, became in a way Devi or at least the cinema within which this movie about her played, where I acted as him, he acted as him - we played a synonymous role - but he was the one behind the scenes creating the roles and the interplay and... It went like this, the key, the crux of the magic: Give to her with climax and she will take that energy, that coding, that permission, and create with it reality as I want it. There was no programming in conscious mind, I was pulled by him and the magnetic scene to let go, surrender, that's what he told me to do. Be overcome, give, and give and let go, and let go and trust... Give. I did. It's hers to take now. I know he digests it, pulls the wheels of transformation into motion as he holds its seed in his mouth.
It was only a while after this that it clicked, the memory of being a Shaivist working with sexual energies with Shiva, and the fact that I completely forgot that working with imagined lovers is a known thing - I purposely didn't pay much attention when i found that out because I thought it wasn't my business, and not for me, that I wouldn't reach the point I was allowed to play with that. I think I forgot that Shiva - the dualist-nondualist Being both to be and the being, the teacher and the taught and the lesson, the infinite and the finite - chooses who plays with what toys of his and how.... This isn't the first time I've been taught this, and certainly not the first time I've been taught this by him.
#ramblings //#Of course I also realised that like. I don't know why the fuck of all names Shiva is the one I'm most delicate with irt mentioning#I work w Lev as him. Or. Him as Leviathan. Anyway. Because I'm like... Really.... The wannabe shaivist is concerned about....#saying that shiva has more than one face/mask/avatar lmfao come on#But anyway yeah so I'm guessing this is. UH. I've been saying lately I want to start moving towards working w him as Shiva so I'll take this#as a blessing. OFC I technically want to Know him under every name of his bc reasons but anyway to Work with him...#I'm still moving pretty solidly towards Shaivism I doubt anything will get in my way irt that being my official on paper religion#On paper and very much in practice I just say on paper because like. I will always have many different practices that aren't hindu#but I want to let Shaivism be the leader here and be the majority and be my personal human identity#Diary //
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♡ prompt: "Do you want me to hurt him?" / inspired by 'telephone' by lady gaga
♡ pairing: bart allen ( impulse ) x fem! reader
♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / my schedule is going to become more sporadic starting next week :/ i'm going to keep the warning up until next week.
"Bart, shut up," you said, jokingly pushing him. he laughed, handing you the ice cream, "what? I'm serious! I just think that mint chocolate is better. if you have just mint, it'll taste like toothpaste and if you have just chocolate, it's too sweet so mint chocolate is a good even ground," he explained.
you felt your phone vibrate as Jinny spoke up, talking about how Bart and Connor shared one brain cell outside of the field. looking down to see who was ringing you, you saw that it was your god forsaken boyfriend for the 100th time.
"oooo, who is that?" Bart asked, looking over to your phone. he read the wall of text you had received but you quickly shut your phone off, not bothering to read it, "you gonna answer that?" he asked, a small bit of jealousy bubbling up inside him.
"don't really feel like it," you quickly said, trying to remain off that topic. Bart, clearly annoyed, snatched your phone and put it in his pocket, "than let's forget about him, right?" he asked, putting on his annoyed fake smile.
Tim and Jinny saw the very irritated face Bart had and looked to each other as they shook their heads, "those two I swear," Jinny huffed out in annoyance. "more like ( your name )," he replied, "Bart could admit his feelings to her face and she still wouldn't do anything about that horrid boyfriend of hers."
the two of them stifled giggles from each other as they watched the two of you continue to flirt openly. it was no secret to anyone on the team. it was very clear to everyone on the YJ team, the Titans, even the JLA knew that the two of you liked each other....a lot but it was that stupid boyfriend of yours that got in the way of Bart ever truly expressing his feelings for you.
"what is everyone's plans after this?" you asked the team as they all murmured different answers, indicating that they were all busy. you sighed, trying not go straight up at the moment because you knew that you'd have to deal with your boyfriends calls when you got there, "I'll stay out with ya!" Bart replied as he saw the empty park bench.
you gave him a grin, "thanks Allen. you're a life saver," you exclaimed, waving everyone off goodbye. you walked to the bench, Bart following right behind you as Bart felt your phone ringing again.
there had been a scarce few times where you did call Bart with your boyfriend problems. it was usually late at night. probably inching near three in the morning when you called him sobbing, asking him if you deserved to go through the bullshit you were dealing with your boyfriend.
Bart always felt himself getting angry whenever he received those calls. you sounded so heartbroken, tired, and emotional. he was always there to help pick you back up but not even a few days later, you were back with him, telling Bart that your boyfriend needed you now more than ever.
"he's still angry that you're hanging out with me? do you want me to hurt him?" he asked, finally taking your phone out of your pocket. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "Bart no. he thinks that my 'job' is taking too much time away from him and I being together. I swear, it's like hearing a broken record. one minute, he's mad and wants to break up and the next second, he's at my door asking for forgiveness," you explained, frustrated.
Bart squeezed your hand, tapping his fingers on top yours, "you know what you need to do," he replied, giving you a serious look. you stared at him, biting your lip, "it's hard, Bart. he's going through a lot and I'll feel guilty if I just leave him," you whispered taking his hand and holding it.
"you literally fight villains for a living and you're scared of that? you know you deserve more," Bart said, "and I've seen the way you look at other girls who decide to flirt with me," he joked, trying to break the tension. "shut up, it's not even like that," you lied, making Bart even laugh more. "but seriously, you know it's not secret that I like you." you sighed, not knowing what to say as you put your head on his shoulder.
the silence wasn't exactly awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. there had been multiple times when Bart had told you his true feelings for you and every time he did, you responded with a hum or a 'okay Bart'.
it wasn't that you didn't accept his true feelings. it was far from that. you actually did like the speedster but you knew Bart could do a lot better. you knew Bart deserved someone who actually deserved him and that person wasn't you. you weren't as cute or funny as he was. he deserved someone like Cassie. smart, funny, and cute.
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the YJ tower was completely empty aside from you and Bart. everyone was out doing their own thing. Tim and Connor were at their respective homes. Jinny and Amethyst were out doing god knows what meanwhile Keli and Cassie had gone to the movies to watch a film they both had been dying to see so that just left you and Bart in the lair to do as you pleased.
"Bart, hand me the remote," you said lazily. he handed it to you as you turned it off, getting up and stretching yourself out. Bart stared at you confused, "why'd you turn it off? I was watching that!" he exclaimed. you threw the remote across the couch and getting him up, "lets do something productive and make dinner or something," you replied enthusiastically.
Bart rolled his eyes but got up nonetheless. he followed you to the kitchen as you played music through the speakers that were built on the wall. "what're you making?" he asked, seeing you take out things that made no sense.
you looked over your options and realized you could make some kind of stew or a soup of some kind. "beef and gravy stew! we have enough things to make enough for the team and seconds for the both of us," you said, getting the things from the cupboards and having Bart start to chop every thing up.
you knew Bart was dumb but that didn't mean he wasn't a kick ass cook. there had been multiple times where he had made everyone dinner or dinner even for the two of you and it always turned out amazing. you dumped every thing that Bart had chopped up and proud it into the pot before grabbing a few things from the fridge and making the gravy that had to poured in. it didn't take long but the two of you had to wait until the pot boiled up in order for it to be ready.
the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played over the speakers as you finally turned over to Bart and smiled, "we just need for it to boil and it'll be ready!" you exclaimed. he nodded as you started singing the song out loud. not particularly towards him but a warm feeling in his gut made him get butterflies as you continued.
"you know I'm just a flight away, if you want it, you can take a private plane."
you looked up to Bart, wanting to give him another smile but he quickly got rid of any questioning thoughts and went in for a kiss. you were taken back in surprise. this was the first time Bart had ever put his feelings forward and actually gave you a kiss.
his kisses were soft. they weren't rushed which was ironic considering all Bart was, was being fast and always on the move. you had placed your hands on his thighs as you made the kiss even deeper. it took you a few seconds to register what you were doing when alarms rang off in your head. you had a boyfriend and by continuing to kiss Bart, you were technically cheating on him.
"Bart no, I can't," you murmured, pushing yourself off of him. he gave you a defeated look, understanding where you coming from, "I'm sorry," you replied, going back to the food and trying to forget that you even made the move to reciprocate the kiss. in the back of your mind though, knew it that kiss meant that you had fell for Bart and hard.
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"I have to head home, it's getting late and we patrol tomorrow night so I think it's best we head back," you whispered knowing you'd have to deal with your stingy boyfriend when you got home. Bart gave your hand one more squeeze before getting up, "see you later," Bart murmured, getting the inkling feeling that he'd probably receive a phone call tonight from you.
you nodded, making your way towards your apartment. you had a fuck ton of messages from your boyfriend and over ten missed calls by the time you sat comfortably in your couch. you finally dialed him back, instantly getting a bunch of curse words thrown at you for not picking up.
it felt like hours when the two of you finally stopped arguing with each other. it ended with you in tears and your voice hoarse as you had finally grown the nerve to break up with him. you knew for your mental health that it was time to do it and truthfully, your feelings for Bart were growing more and more every time you saw him. there was no point in continuing the relationship if you were no longer having feelings for him and although you felt guilty by doing it, you ripped it off like a band aid.
you grabbed your phone and clicked on Bart's number. Bart on the other hand shifted in his bed, seeing your contact light up his phone. he groggily picked it up, "hey," he said in that sleepy tone of his. you hiccuped, trying to control your tears, "can you come over?" you whispered, the crack of thunder scaring you shitless, "I really need someone right now."
Bart sighed, telling you to give him a minute before hanging up. Bart had no idea how many more of these late night sleepovers he had left in him. he sped over to your place, grabbing the secret key from the back of the broken piece of wood that was attached to your door frame. he opened it, seeing you sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and your hiccups still overcoming your body.
"what's wrong?" he asked. you stared at him, tears instantly rushing down your face, "I deserve to be happy right?" he nodded almost immediately, "than why do I feel so shitty because I broke up with him?" you asked.
Bart stared at you, not believing what he was hearing. you had finally broken up with that shitty boyfriend and he was the first person you contacted.
"because that's what manipulative people do ( your name )," he whispered, "they make you feel like shit for things that you didn't even do. you're perfect and he didn't deserve you or anyone like you. especially you though," he joked, bracing you even harder for a hug. he knew it would be wrong to try and make a move but gave you a kiss on the top of your head and whispered nothing but supportive things into your ear as you tried to calm yourself down.
the rain happening outside and Bart's words were lulling you to sleep as Bart hadn't even realized that you were passing out on his side. it wasn't until you hadn't moved that Bart realized you were not longer awake. he grabbed your body, lifting you up bridal style before making his way to your room.
he placed you down on your bed with every intention of just letting you sleep and him heading home but you grabbed onto his body, sleepily saying that he was going to stay here. you hadn't even said it as a question but more as a statement. he didn't argue with it; however, and he had thankfully came over in his pajamas as he scooted you over a bit and crawled in.
you smiled softly, hugging him instantly and passing out once again. Bart placed a small kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your ear, "you'll be mine one day, didn't I tell you that?" he murmured before trying to fall back asleep.
#dc comics#dc x reader#dc imagine#dc#bart allen x you#bart allen imagine#bart allen x reader#bart allen#impulse imagine#impulse x reader#impulse#comics#fics
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What could go wrong? Pt.2
AN: Here’s part 2. Thank you for all the love I’ve gotten over this story so far! My inbox is always open if you want to chat hockey boys, have any requests, or just want to be tumblr friends! Let me know what you think, and who you like the reader with more! Let the drama ensue!
Pt. 3
What could go wrong? Pt.2
After seeing Jamie off a couple hours later and promising you’d make your way down to the dressing room tonight your attention was finally brought back to the thought of Tyler. Who seemed to be very into you and was honestly way sweeter than you initially imagined him being. You scrolled through your texts, some from baristas asking you questions about work despite it being your day off, some from your three friends trying to coordinate plans for the game tonight, and then finally to Tyler’s texts. You couldn’t just not respond, but you felt a pit in your stomach knowing that you had just spent the night with his friend. You shot him a quick response and then dialed Emma.
“Morning girl,” Emma answered, always more energetic than you could ever be in the morning.
“Ugh, it is morning. That’s for sure.”
“Are we a little hungover today?” You could hear her smirk through the phone at this point.
“Among other things.”
“What other things? Does this have anything to do with you leaving with the Captain last night?”
“It might.”
“Okay, I’m going to need more than that. Spill the tea Y/N.”
“Can’t I just tell you, Sophie, and Kat over dinner tonight?”
“Um, nope. I don’t think so, you aren’t leaving me hanging right now.” You felt your phone buzz and ignored it, assuming it was a text from a friend about your afternoon class.
“Fine! Okay, so I told you tequila makes me do stupid things. We went home together and let me just say, his talent reaches farther than hockey. I mean….what is there to say? The man is fantastic in bed.”
“Of course he is. The way he was looking at you last night, the intense gaze and the hand on your thigh. Like I think we all felt the BDE.”
“I can confirm, the BDE is a real thing.” You heard her squeal on the other end of the phone and had to hold it away from your ear, so you didn’t lose all sense of hearing. “I’m putting you on speaker, I need to make a coffee and get to class. Captain kept me occupied this morning.”
“Okay, yes. I love this for you. Let’s explore this journey.”
“Em, I feel so bad though,” you whined as you searched your cupboard for coffee. Finding a bag of your favorite roast you started to brew a pot and made your way to your room to get dressed.
“Why? It sounds like tequila made you do some really amazing things last night.”
“No it was stupid. Like poor Tyler, ugh I woke up to texts from him this morning. I feel awful, he’s so nice and wants me to come down to the locker room after the game. But I just spent the night with his friend.”
“Y/N listen to me. Does Tyler seem like a good dude? Yes, but you don’t owe him anything. You met him yesterday. You’re more than entitled to sleep with whoever you want.”
You thought about it, and she was right. You didn’t owe anything to Tyler, you barely even knew him. You just hated the thought of hurting someone. You’d been hurt in the past, more than once. It does a number on someone, and you hated to think you could be doing that to someone else. Your phone vibrated again, and you saw a text from your friend Kali.
‘Hey, just got here. I’ll save you a seat!’
“Shit! I have to go Em, I’m barely going to make it to class on time.”
“Go! Get that degree and then change the world dear!” She called back at you before hanging up. You quickly scrambled into jeans and your social work faculty sweater. You sped to class and managed to dodge a ticket. Once you took a seat next to your friend, you let out a sigh of relief. You were surprised you made it here on time. There was one thing grad school professors hated, and it was late students. You were full grown adults now, and you chose to come back to school, so you better be in their class on time.
“You cut it close today,” Kali smirked at you.
“Yeah, Em and I went out last night. Hard time getting up this morning.”
“Oh I heard you had a very eventful night, she texted me. So…how was the captain?”
“Kali! There’s like 50 people around us that could hear you!”
“And?”
“The captain was great,” you said while rolling your eyes. You pulled your laptop out and checked your phone to see what other texts you’d missed. You noticed another text from Tyler at the top.
‘How are you feeling this morning beautiful?’
You smiled, he truly was a sweet guy. You sent back a quick ‘Tequila is no longer my friend’ before putting your phone away to focus on the class that was starting.
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“No you didn’t!!!” Kat shouted from the other side of the table at the pub you’d stopped at for dinner before the game. Emma had launched into the elaborate retelling of how you met Tyler and Jamie yesterday, and then ran into them again at the bar. She had finally gotten to you spending the night with the gorgeous captain. It was safe to say Kat and Sophie were shocked. They’d known you for just as long as Emma had and knew you weren’t one for one night stands or really dating in general. Working together at Starbucks, they’d witnessed you turn down a few creeps over the years.
“I mean….maybe,” you sighed while taking a large sip of your wine. “You all know how I get when I drink tequila.”
“I think this is more about the gorgeous hockey player and less about the tequila Y/N,” Sophie said to you with her knowing stare.
“Hey, don’t come at me like that,” you said in defense. “I don’t usually do things like that!”
“I think it’s great you’re getting back out there! I mean it’s been what? 3 years since your last relationship?” Kat said while flagging down the waitress.
“I think so too!” Emma said while Kat was asking for the bills, so you could make it to the game on time.
“But we have to see both of them tonight!”
“I mean, we love the drama so that’s fine,” Sophie said while digging for her wallet in her bag.
“Guys…I don’t know what to do!!” you whined to your friends. You honestly didn’t. You had two great guys who both seemed interested in you. Tyler had texted you the whole afternoon, before you told him you were in class and couldn’t chat. Jamie however, much less into texting, simply asked if you wanted to grab dinner after the game. You told him you weren’t sure what plans you’d have with your friends after the game, but that you’d let him know after the game.
“Just see where the journey takes you!” Kat said as you all made your way out to Emma’s car. You shrugged your shoulders, determined to forget your huge predicament and enjoy the game tonight. Your friends had worked hard to get you tickets to the Stars game for your birthday 3 weeks prior. Your birthday usually fell the week before the regular season started, so they couldn’t get you tickets for your actual birthday. You all felt the fall breeze as you made your way into the American Airlines Centre for the game.
“Where are we sitting?” You asked as you made your way through the crowded arena. Your friends all just glanced at you with smirks, but no one actually answered your question. Once you made it to your seats you could see why, you were sitting right behind the Stars bench. “You’re fucking kidding me?”
“I am not fucking kidding right now,” Sophie said as she led you to your four designated seats.
“But these must’ve costed a fortune! I know how much we make, and it’s not this good.”
“We wanted you to have a great night, behind a bench filled with hot hockey boys seemed like the best solution to that,” Emma said before taking everyone’s drink order. Emma left the three of you to sit and get ready for the game.
“But they’re going to see us!” you whined to your two friends.
“So, you look hot!” Kat exclaimed. To be fair, you had dressed your best. You didn’t have any Stars gear, because student loans were the worst. So you went with some dark skinny jeans, a dark green strappy crop top and a black cardigan. It may be Texas, but it still got colder here in the fall, and from your experience hockey arenas were always chilly.
“Stop! You’re both gorgeous too!” You glanced at your friends, Sophie was a gorgeous strawberry blonde with blue eyes that could grab the attention of any guy. Kat, also gorgeous, was rocking a light pink pixie cut. Although she changed her hair every few months, the pink suited her.
“Says the hot blonde,” you heard from behind you and noticed Emma was back with the drinks.
“Says you,” you quipped. Emma, who also changed her hair often, was rocking long purple hair right now. All of your friends were knock outs if you were being honest.
“We all know we’re going to be distracting some Stars tonight,” Sophie responded.
“Yeah, I’m good. No thanks to that,” Kat said while taking a sip of her beer.
“Maybe you’ll catch the attention of an ice girl tonight,” you suggested to her.
“Ugh, not my type.” Kat grimaced with a look of disgust on her face. “No, not like that! They seem nice, but you know I like a girl whose a little dorkier than that.”
As Kat was talking you noticed all of the players were starting to skate out on the ice for warmups. Neither Tyler nor Jamie noticed you as they focused on getting ready for the game. You completely understood that, they had a job to do. You stood up and made your way to the bathroom, not wanting to miss any of the action once the game started. Apparently everyone else also had the same idea, as the line to the bathroom was extremely long. Once you made it back to your seat, you noticed the first period was just starting. The Stars were playing Chicago, which you both loved and hated. Your dad was a died hard Chicago fan, but you had to admit, the Stars had your heart.
“So they may know where we’re sitting,” Emma informed you as you sat back down, she said while pointing somewhere in front of you.
“What do you mean?” You asked her, before looking to where she was pointing in front of you. Both Tyler and Jamie were staring at you, their gazes as intense as ever. Who were you kidding, those gazes could make you melt. You waved as you slid lower in your seat. You felt your cheeks warm up and knew you were blushing.
“Ooh, she’s blushing,” Sophie squealed in your ear. You smacked her arm and glared. Silently praying that Jamie and Tyler didn’t hear her.
“Watch the game!” you snapped before turning your attention to the ice, and doing your very best to avoid the bench.
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“So, we’re going to the locker room after this?” Kat asked as the Stars were filing into off the bench after the game. It was a huge win for the team, 5-3 in a hard fought game. You shrugged as you finished the last sip of your wine.
“I don’t know. Tyler said he would send someone to grab us after the game, but I haven’t heard anything about that,” you said absentmindedly as you gathered your purse. You heard someone clear their throat behind you. You glanced up to see someone who clearly worked for the Stars staff standing at the end of the row you were in with your friends.
“Are you Y/N?” the man asked.
“Yeah, that’s me,” you responded awkwardly.
“Mr. Seguin sent me, follow me.”
You all followed the man through what seemed like the never ending maze to the locker room. After five minutes you found yourself outside of the stars locker room. The man told you to wait here and someone would be out to grab you once the players were done with the media.
“Holy fuck! I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Emma exclaimed. “I didn’t know if this would actually happen.”
You rolled your eyes as you all leaned against the wall and waited. After what felt like forever, but in reality was maybe 30 minutes you saw the media staff file out of the locker room. Shortly after, Tyler stuck his head out the door and glanced around the hall. He smiled when he saw you leaning against the wall.
“Hey you came!” He smiled as he made his way over to hug you. He was in a partial state of undress, which you were okay with. I mean the tattoos and the abs…it was quite the sight. You embraced him quickly before stepping away, still feeling slightly guilty about what he didn’t know.
“Tyler, these are my friends. You know Emma, this is Kat and Sophie,” you gestured at your friends who all greeted Tyler.
“Well come on in, I’ll introduce you to some of the guys,” Tyler said leading all of you into the room. You glanced around and didn’t see Jamie anywhere. In fact the locker room was only half full, Tyler explained that lots of the guys were already showering and getting ready to head out. But he introduced you to Bishop, the other Jamie who apparently they call Big Rig, Roope, and a few of the other guys. Eventually Tyler made his way back to his locker and was packing up his stuff as you casually chatted.
“So, great game!”
“Thanks, but it was a team effort,” he blushed.
“What a hockey player response!”
“So how was your day? Did you work?”
“Nope! I had class this afternoon but no work!”
“Oh right! What are you taking?”
“I’m getting my masters in social work.”
“Oh wow, that’s pretty intense work.”
“It is, but I love it!”
“You seem like the right girl for the job,” he said while shooting you another intense look. You quickly glanced away to hide your blush. You noticed your friends were talking to Big Rig and Bishop over on the other side of the locker room. Tyler followed your gaze and laughed.
“Big Rig seems like he’s into your friend Kat.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “He’s not her type.”
“Not into hockey players?”
“Not into men is more like it.” Tyler let out a roaring laugh. “He might have a shot with Soph though! Emma however is seeing someone.” Tyler nodded and said he couldn’t wait to bug the younger Jamie about this later. Just as you were falling into another comfortable rhythm with Tyler, you felt a hand on your lower back. You glanced over to see the captain smiling down at you, his hand sending shivers through your spine.
“Hey, glad you could make it,” he said and before you knew it, he leaned down to capture your lips in his. Your eyes widened in shock, but you quickly softened into the kiss, almost getting lost before remembering Tyler was also there. You stepped away from Jamie to see a look of confusion on Tyler’s face. Stepping closer into Jamie’s embrace to hide your discomfort you quickly glanced over your shoulder for your friends, who were all staring at you in shock from the very public display of affection.
“So.. does someone want to tell me what that was?”
Your attention snapped back to Tyler as he asked for an explanation from Jamie more so than you.
“It was what it looked like man,” Jamie responded while shrugging.
“So are you two a thing?”
“No!” you quickly responded. I mean, you weren’t. You had only met the day before and had slept together once. You most certainly were not a thing. Your friends must’ve sensed your discomfort because suddenly they were by your side again.
“Y/N, we should go if we want to hit that bar before it’s too late,” Kat responded while reaching to pull you from Jamie’s strong arms. Kat could always sense your panic, she always had a feeling when you were stressed or having anxiety. The two of you joked that she was your emotional support person because she had such a good sense of these things.
“No, hey, don’t go,” Tyler begged looking between the four of you, seeming to quickly forget the situation that was unfolding with Jamie. “Come over to my place, some of the guys are coming over to celebrate.”
“Sure!” Emma quickly responded excitedly. You glanced over to shoot her a look. What was she doing? You clearly wanted to be out of here.
“I don’t know, we were going to stop by Y/N’s favorite bar to celebrate her birthday a few weeks ago,” Sophie responded quickly coming to your defence.
“Come and party with us! It’ll be just as fun,” Jamie said, mostly just to you. You glanced up into his soft eyes and smiled. You nodded silently while still meeting his gaze.
“Sure, we’ll stop by,” you said before finally breaking your gaze with the captain. That stare did things to you, remembering last night and how dark his eyes got as he was undressing you in your bedroom. You silently blushed while recounting the events of last night.
“I guess we’ll meet you guys there. Tyler, text Y/N your address,” Kat said while taking your hand to pull you out of the locker room.
“Do you want a ride?” Tyler called.
“We’re good!” Sophie shouted back as you were pulled away from Jamie and Tyler. Your friends quickly made their way to the nearest exit. Once you were away from the team you all stopped and stared at each other in shock.
“Em, what the fuck?” Kat exclaimed, skeptically staring at her friend.
“What?” Emma said while shrugging her shoulders and continuing to make her way to an exit.
“You know what! We were trying to get Y/N out of there and you said she would go!” Sophie said clearly very annoyed with her friend.
“As I recall, Y/N also agreed to go.” Emma said while pushing a door to the cold fall evening open.
“Can you blame her? Jamie was practically eye fucking her in there!” Kat exclaimed as you all made your way to Emma’s car. Before you could argue your phone buzzed. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw it was a text from Tyler telling you his address.
“Whatever! Let’s just go for a bit and then leave,” you shouted to stop the arguing as you finally reached your vehicle. This would be an interesting evening to say the least.
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Of course Tyler lived in one of the nicest areas in Dallas. You parked near the house he gave you the address too and all made your way up to the door. Did you knock? I mean you’d never been here before. Would it be weird to knock? Before you could decide, you heard a voice calling your name. You glanced back and saw Jamie jogging up the drive way.
“Hey, you made it okay?” he asked.
You nodded slightly. He put his arm around you and you instinctively leaned into his warm embrace. “Well, let’s go in.” He said before pushing the door open. Jamie led you all into and down the long hall into the kitchen. You were instantly met with the buzz of the party. It wasn’t too packed, most of the guys you recognized from the game.
“Y/N!!” Tyler shouted catching your attention. He made his way over to the group of you, making a weird face noticing you wrapped in the captains arms. “Glad you could all make it. Drinks are on the counter, help yourself to whatever. Pools out back, and my dogs should be around here too.”
“You have dogs! See you guys.” Kat excitedly exclaimed while quickly rushing off to find the dogs. You all laughed, Kat was always happy to see a dog. In fact, you all would get quite distracted by the dogs in the drive thru at work.
“Sophie, I think Jamie is in the other room. He was asking about you,” Tyler said through a smirk. Sophie and Emma shrugged and made there way off to find Big Rig. You waved and told them you’d meet up later. “So what can I get you Y/N? Tequila?”
“Oh no! I think I’ve hit my tequila quota for the week. Beer is fine,” you said while pushing away the bottle of tequila Tyler was holding out to you.
“Why don’t you go take a seat? I’ll bring you a beer,” Jamie said softly to you. You nodded and smiled at Tyler before making your way in the direction your friends had gone. Turning the corner into what must’ve been the living room you sat down on the couch and waited for Jamie. This was getting extremely awkward. Tyler was nice, and you weren’t not attracted to him, but there was something drawing you to Jamie. “Here you go,” you glanced up to see Jamie passing you a bottle. You happily accepted and made room for him to sit beside you on the couch.
“Thanks Jam.”
“I’ll be right back, just going to head to the bathroom,” he said, and you nodded as he left you sitting there. You weren’t alone for long before Tyler appeared in front of you.
“This seat taken?”
“Nope!” Tyler sat down beside you. He was so close you felt his hot breath on your neck. You tried not to noticeably shiver.
“So, when are you going to let me take you out?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Tyler.”
“Why not? I’m trying to put the work in to get that amazing life story of yours,” he said while leaning closer to you. Your eyes darted to his lips before meeting his eyes again. Suddenly his hand was on your thigh, maybe a little higher than it needed to be. You pushed his hand down your leg, trying to hide the fact that you were squirming beneath his touch. “Look, he told me about last night and that doesn’t bother me. I can share,” he whispered in your ear.
“I’m going to find the bathroom,” you replied quickly before standing up and quickly scurrying away. You were barely paying attention as you made your way down the hall off the Livingroom that you didn’t notice someone coming towards you until you smacked right into a firm body. You glanced up to see Jamie smiling down at you.
“Hey, you okay?”
You nodded breathlessly before your hands came to rest on his chest. “Tyler asked me out,” you said nervously. Jamie’s arms wrapped around your waist as his eyebrows shot up.
“Did he? And what did you say?”
“I ran away, I didn’t know what to say. What this is,” you said gesturing between the two of you. Jamie backed you up until your back hit the wall. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot on your neck causing you to squirm.
“I know what I’d like it to be. After this morning, it seemed like you’d like it to be the same thing.”
You blushed while glancing up at the captain. Pressing yourself closer to him your hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck. You pulled his head down just enough to smash your lips onto his. The kiss was electric, sending shock waves through your entire body. You inadvertently let out a moan into the kiss.
“I might need a reminder,” you smirked up at the captain. His eyes darkened as they had last night, and you felt warmth pooling in-between your thighs causing you to squirm.
“Oh yeah?” he raised an eyebrow at you. You nodded as he pressed you firmly to the wall. You could feel him harden as he hoisted your legs up to wrap around your waist. “Should we get out of here?”
“Only if your place is close, I can’t wait much longer.”
“My place is close,” he said before letting you down, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the house. You quickly sent a text to your friends telling them you were heading out with Jamie before stopping in front of what you assumed was his car. He opened the door for you and helped you in before making his way around to the driver’s side of the car. He backed out of the drive way as his hand went to rest on your thighs. He slid his hand up your leg and in-between your thighs. You squeezed your legs together at the sensation. “Already a little excited?”
“What can I say captain? You have that effect on me.”
“You better not say shit like that or I will pull over right here and have you in the backseat.”
“Don’t tempt me,” you smirked as Jamie sped up to make it to his place quicker. Your phone buzzed, assuming it was one of your friends you glanced down.
‘I know you have something with Jamie, but that doesn’t make me want you any less. Let me take you out, you won’t regret it-Ty’
You threw your phone into your bag and pushed all thoughts of Tyler out of your head. You would consider going out with him some other time. Right now, you were more focused on the wild night you were going to have with Jamie.
AN: Sorry to leave you hanging, but smut next chapter!
#Tyler Seguin#tyler seguin x reader#tyler seguin imagine#tyler seguin smut#jamie benn#jamie benn imagine#jamie benn smut#jamie benn x reader#dallas stars#dallas stars imagine
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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.37
Word Count: 2.949
Characters: Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Ethan Steiner, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey (mentioned), Aiden Steiner (mentioned), Kali (mentioned), Reader
Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader
Warnings: angst, some fluff, death
A/N: Season 3A is now complete
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You wrapped your arms around Derek’s unconscious body, pulling him to the bed as Cora sat up, groaning.
You felt slightly worried, trying your best to ignore it. He was no longer an alpha, but both of them would be okay. If Derek ever woke up.
“How do you feel?” you asked.
“Good… what happened to him?” she asked, motioning to Derek.
“He’s fine. Well, he’s alive. He’ll wake up sooner or later,” you said, walking over to Cora as you wrapped your arms around her tightly.
“He better wake up soon. There's a full moon tonight, which means his time is over, and Kali is on her way,” you looked at the sun setting as Peter paced around.
“Maybe you guys should leave,” you suggested.
“I’m fine,” Derek groaned, sitting up as you tensed slightly.
“You’re not strong enough to take on Kali. You and Cora should get out of town,” you said.
“For once, I agree with (Y/N),” Peter nodded.
“We’re not running away,” Cora ran to get Derek some water as you opened your mouth to speak, getting interrupted by a call from Lydia.
“Hey, what happened?” you asked.
“We found the nemeton. But, me and Ethan are right outside the loft,” she said.
You furrowed your eyebrows, running to the door as you pulled it open.
Ethan stood nervously, Lydia standing next to him.
“What are they doing here?” Peter groaned.
“We’re helping you to find a way to escape.”
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“No,” Derek started.
“Uhm, yes.” you crossed your arms.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, we’re not running away.”
“Yes, you are,” you clenched your teeth.
“(Y/N), no-”
“Shut your stubborn ass up and get the hell out of here. You are not at full strength, Kali is coming here, right now. She's going to kill you. Peter is taking you and Cora to get another car, and then you’re out of here,” you continued to scold Derek as the rest of them outside the doors of the loft, not wanting to interfere.
“So what? You’re gonna hold her off? You and Ethan?” he scoffed, crossing his arms.
“Yes, we will. You’re leaving and you have no choice,” you pushed past him as he grabbed your arm, pulling you back as you glared.
“Then what if you get hurt? What if she hurts you?” he asked.
“She didn’t last time, she won’t this time,” you rolled your eyes.
You clenched your fist tightly, feeling an aching pain in your head as you tried to ignore it.
“But now you’re trying to protect me,” he pointed out.
“Look,” you started.
“Will you just listen to me for five seconds?” he raised his voice.
You exhaled sharply, looking up at him.
“I don’t want you to get hurt (Y/N), please listen to me,” he begged.
You stroked his cheek softly, breathing softly as he looked down at you.
“Somnum,” your eyes turned black, as he gasped softly, closing his eyes as he fell to the ground.
You closed your eyes, taking a breath as you walked to the rest of them.
“So, do we have a plan?”
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“Isaac just said that Scott’s dad was at Argent’s house. He’s holding them right now,” you sighed, reading your texts from Isaac as you looked up.
“Okay, well, Derek and Cora are heading out of town now. I have no idea where Peter is,” Lydia shrugged.
You heard your phone going off again.
“It’s Stiles,” you said, reading the texts.
“Me and Lydia can hold her up. Aiden’s on our side too. You should go help your friends,” Ethan nodded softly.
You nodded, running off.
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“What is it?” you looked at Stiles from the passenger seat as he anxiously drove through Beacon Hills.
“I’ve just had this big headache,” he sighed.
You looked outside the window, seeing lighting from the sky.
“Maybe I should drive then,” you offered.
“No, it's fine. I’ve just been feeling weird since we did that thing,” he sighed.
“What thing?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Sort of like what you did, when you lost your powers, the ice bath thingy. We made a sacrifice to the nemeton to try to find it,” Stiles swerved slightly, putting his hands on his head.
“Sorry,” he said.
“You did what?! You guys could've died! Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped!” you immediately scolded him.
“You were trying to help Cora,” he interrupted.
“I can’t believe you… you piece of-” you groaned, frustrated as you took a big breath, clenching your fist.
“Sorry, my head…” he swerved again as you tensed up, putting your hands on the wheel.
“Stiles?” he fell to the side, leaning on your arm as your heart began to race.
You could see the storm getting worse, hearing thunder as you turned the wheel, trying to keep the car in your control.
He laid unconscious on you as you pushed him aside as quickly as you could, trying to keep the car from hitting anything.
You could barely see the view in front of you, blocked out and covered by leaves and twigs. You winced as you heard someone screech, covering your ears with your head.
“Oh shit!” you turned the wheel quickly, taking a deep breath before seeing the tree in front of you. You quickly moved, trying to shield Stiles as quickly as you could.
“Stiles!”
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You opened your eyes, groaning as you felt blood trickling from your wound on your head. Stiles continued to lay unconscious as you tried to push him up. You tried to move, finding a sharp pain shoot up from your leg as you screamed. You could see your eyesight blurring as you yelled out for Stiles.
“Stiles!” you yelled, watching as he jumped up.
“W-What?! What happened?!” he yelled.
“We need to get out,” you said.
He pushed open his door, falling out as he gasped for air.
“H-How did this happen?” he asked, standing up shakily as he reached for your hand.
“Go find the nemeton and save them,” you said.
“I-I can’t leave you here. Y-You’re stuck,” he stuttered.
“Capitulum quintum,” you used your magic, forcing the door open as you fell out.
“I-I,” he stuttered, running his fingers through his hair as you stood up, leaning against the car, breathing heavily.
“You gotta go to the nemeton on your own… Lydia’s in trouble,” you said.
“What? How do you know?” he asked.
“I heard her scream. Just go. Take your bat in case there’s any trouble,” you said.
He reached for his bat, grabbing it before he gave you a look.
“Your head’s bleeding,” he said.
“Go,” your voice was distorted as you clenched your jaw, pushing yourself up as your eyes went black.
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You entered Derek's loft, immediately met with the faces of Derek, Jennifer, Lydia, and Cora.
You noticed Kali’s dead body on the corner, along with Ethan and Aiden’s.
“You’re supposed to be on your way out of here,” you raised an eyebrow.
“You little,” Derek pulled your arm, harshly yanking you to the side.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” he yelled, pushing you against the wall.
“I was trying to save your life!” you yelled back.
“By hurting yourself?!”
“In case you didn't realize, Kali is laying there, dead, and I wasn't even here to begin with!” you yelled.
“Why is your head bleeding?” he asked immediately, scrunching his eyes.
You twisted his arm back, pushing him away from you.
“What the hell are you doing here, Jennifer?” you clenched your jaw.
“I need yours and Derek’s help. To kill Deucalion,” she said.
“Let the sheriff, Melissa and Argent go and maybe we’ll consider it,” you said.
“She said she’ll let them go if we help her,” Derek sighed.
“First, I don’t trust you. Second, we should just kill you right here, right now. Third, Deucalion will be at his lowest right now. The rest of his pack is dead, we don’t need anyone else,” you said.
“Except he’s not alone. He has Scott wrapped around his little finger,” Jeniffer retorted.
“Well, Scott knows what he’s doing,” you crossed your arms.
“You haven't seen Deucalion at his strongest. I have. That’s why I need your help. If we help each other,” she started.
“Forget it,” you shook your head.
“We’re doing it to save them, (Y/N),” Derek said.
“So then what happens when you go fight Deucalion? Kill Scott too? Scott’s on his side,” you scoffed.
“We’re not gonna kill Scott. Look, we have the eclipse in our favor. Deucalion will be powerless, that’s when we strike,” he said.
“She’s worse than Deucalion! How can you not see it?!” you yelled.
“Deucalion was trying to kill me!” he yelled.
“That was Kali! God, you’re so stupid! How can you trust a single thing that comes out of her mouth?! Didn't she abandon you in the hospital? Kidnap Melissa and Argent and Stilinski! Why are you still covering for her?! She killed 9 innocent people, and she’s gonna kill more,” you could feel your head throbbing harshly as you clenched your fists as tight as you could, almost 100 percent sure your palms were bleeding now.
He looked at you silently, crossing his arms. He scratched his forehead twice, giving you a look as you inhaled deeply.
“So, fuck you, Jennifer, and goodbye,” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the loft as you pulled out your phone, texting Derek.
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Your hands were shaking as you took a deep breath, hiding outside the building, awaiting the eclipse. The plan was fairly simple, wait till they all lose their power and then use a spell to trap both Deucalion and Jennifer.
Deucalion wasn't a bad person, you couldn't see him as one, for whatever reason. But Jennifer killed innocent people. She was selfish and only cared about power. You tried your hardest not to bring your own feelings into the reasons why you hated her. Derek cheated on you with her. But she did a spell on him, so it wasn't his fault. You kept thinking back to that fact, finding it hard to process that. It wasn't his fault. She manipulated him.
But he hurt you. He said he never loved you, not her. He said the two of you were a mistake, not her. But he didn't mean it, did he?
His words continued playing through your head on repeat, as you tried to ignore him. You let your emotions overcome your and your powers, now you killed your dad. Now you're always angry and in pain. It takes all your might to not try and kill everyone around you. But it was different with Derek. It was more painful with him. It’s like he was your anchor.
You looked up, seeing the sky turn an orange hue as you jumped up. That was your signal.
You ran into the building, looking around cautiously. Deucalion was nearly unconscious, laying on the floor, Scott staying in the corner. Jennifer stood up, towering over a bloodied Derek as your eyes went black.
“Lignum unum,” you pulled Jennifer away from Derek, using your magic to hold her down on her knees.
“Saepem coici,” you put a small barrier around the two of you, trapping her with you.
“That was a bad idea for you,” she chuckled, strained.
You squeezed your fist tighter, hearing her gasp for breath.
“(Y/N), d-don’t!” Derek yelled.
You ignored him, clenching your jaw as you tried to hold her down.
“She has her powers still! The plan didn't work!” he yelled.
You continued trying to hold her down, taking a deep breath. You could do this.
You could hear high-pitched ringing in your ears, wincing slightly as you attempted to hold the barrier together, attempting to hold her down.
“A te removere potentiam,” you continued going along with the plans, trying to stay strong as your head began aching from the noise.
“You can’t do that, (Y/N),” Jennifer began to stand up slowly, fighting your magic as you scrunched your eyes, trying to block out the sound.
“Oppilaverunt in perpetuum,” you let out a soft cry, saying one more spell as you fell to your knees.
“Your little plan backfired. It’s over for you. Stupid move, trapping us both in here. Now you'll die all alone,” she fake pouted.
“Inter duo,” you saw her stumble backward, looking at you.
“If you kill me, you die too. I linked us,” you struggled to speak as blood began falling from your nose, ears, and eyes.
“No, no you didn't!” she screamed.
She turned slowly, blood dripping from her as well.
“W-We…. can both die in here…. or you can stop,” you gasped for air as you laid on the ground.
You let out a cry, feeling pain ebbing throughout your body as blood dripped.
She whispered something softly, as you felt something break inside you as you screamed in pain.
“(Y/N)?!” you heard Derek yell.
“Let go of me. Now,” she yelled.
“If you hurt me, you hurt yourself,” you cried.
“Then I’ll hurt Derek,” she said.
You turned to him, watching as she used her magic to hold him against the wall, struggling for breath.
“N-No,” you whimpered.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
“Confractus link Index!” you screamed, breaking the link between the two of you, along with the barrier.
She kicked you harshly in the stomach, throwing you back as you groaned, Derek immediately falling to his feet, running to you.
“I-I’m sorry… It’s my fault. I-I thought she was going to lose her powers. God, you’re bleeding so much,” he wrapped his arms around you, lifting up your head as he held it in her arms.
“I-It’s not… your…. h-how long left till the eclipse is over?” you asked softly.
“Now,” you heard Scott’s voice.
Derek’s eyes turned blue, growling softly.
Jennifer grabbed a vial filled with mountain ash, throwing it around herself to keep the three of you out.
“Let go of (Y/N),” Scott growled.
“Or what? You can't do anything to me,” she scoffed.
You saw a small blue light shining, from the corner of your eyes as you squinted, watching Scott try and break the barrier.
“S-Scott,” you whispered.
You gasped softly, watching as Jennifer collapsed to the side, backing away from Scott.
“Let (Y/N) go. Stop the storm or I’ll kill you, I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes,” Scott threatened, his eyes flashing red.
“He’s an alpha,” you said.
“Shh, don't speak,” Derek whispered, holding your hand as he took your pain.
“It won't do anything to mine,” you watched as Deucalion stood up, walking past you and Derek as he used his claws to slash Jennifer’s throat, in one quick motion.
You gasped for air as his body fell limp, holding onto Derek.
“She’s dead. She’s dead,” he wiped your cheeks softly, cleaning away some of the blood.
It was done. She was gone. It was over.
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“So, demon wolf? That’s how you knew so much about me turning into a demon,” you leaned against the door, talking with Deucalion.
“Yes, and also, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve,” he put his fingers on your forehead, as you closed your eyes, feeling a warm sensation pulse throughout your body.
“Thank you,” you replied, slightly shocked.
“Of course,” he nodded.
“Is there any way to stop it from happening?” you asked softly.
“I’m afraid there isn’t. At least not to my knowledge. But I will tell you this, witches don't usually have anchors. Consider yourself lucky for him,” Deucalion motioned to Derek.
You smiled softly, pushing yourself up as you put your hand out.
“Stay good, Duke,” you smiled softly.
“Duke?” he questioned.
“What? It’s short for Deucalion,” you shrugged.
“Very well then. Take care, (Y/N),” he shook your hand, before turning his back, walking off.
You walked to Derek and Scott, both of them turning to you.
“How are you feeling?” Derek asked.
“Good, Deucalion healed me. What about you two?” you replied.
Derek nodded, as the two of you looked at Scott.
“Well, I’m apparently an alpha now. My mom’s safe. So is Argent and Sheriff Stilinski,” he sighed.
“Well then, time to go home?” you suggested.
Both of them nodded, linking arms with the two of them, resting your head on Scott's shoulder as the three of you walked away.
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“I’m going back to South America,” you turned to face Cora, your eyes watering.
“You’re leaving?” you asked softly.
She nodded, as you wrapped your arms around her tightly.
“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you sniffled.
“Come with me,” she said.
“I can’t,” you shook your head.
“Why not?” she asked.
“Beacon Hills is my home, Cora. I’ve been living here for the past 19 years, I don't want to leave,” you said.
Cora froze for a second, before sniffling softly.
“You stupid bitch. Making me cry and crap,” she scoffed.
You laughed softly, looking at her.
“I’m gonna miss you,” you said.
“Well, you’re coming with me right now. Derek’s taking me to South America. You’re coming too,” she said.
“What?” you replied.
“You’ll be back in, like, a week. Come on,” she pulled you to the window, seeing Derek and Peter arguing about something, leaning on his car.
“Fine. But only if you promise to text me and call me like every day, okay?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Deal” she nodded, yanking your arm as she pulled you to the car, while you rolled your eyes.
“Hey,” you said to Derek and Peter.
Derek smiled at you softly, earning a glare from Peter.
“So, let’s hit the road, shall we?”
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A Ring, A Blade, An Ornament, A Wreath
Ilia would like to one day propose to Blake using Faunus customs, but she doesn't know which ones.
Years later, Blake makes an assumption about the type of proposal Ilia would like.
This was originally written for the 2021 Rare Pairs Exchange over on AO3. It takes place both pre-canon and post-Volume 8 due to a time skip in the middle.
CW: References to past character death as well as canon-typical anti-Faunus racism.
AO3
FFN
In Mantle and Atlas, they used rings to propose. It was a human tradition, yes, but it was one perpetuated by Faunus as well. Ilia still remembered her parents wedding rings, woven out of discarded wires. They weren’t much in terms of expensive materials as proof of being able to provide for each other, but they had been handmade proof of her parents’ love for each other. She hadn’t gotten them back with the rest of her parents things when they had died. In a best-case scenario, her parents’ rings had been thought to be debris from the cave-in. It was more likely that humans had taken them, though whether out of mockery of Ilia’s grief, wanting to claim some sort of repayment with precious objects, or mockery of the materials used Ilia would never be sure.
Ilia and her parents had been cowards, and she didn’t want to emulate them or the human-supremacist society she had grown up in. She especially didn’t want to emulate them when she proposed to Blake. She promised herself that she wouldn’t give Blake a ring… after Ilia figured out how to confess her feelings to Blake, of course.
Faunus had many different proposal traditions, but theirs had been stamped out as they tried to assimilate with humans. The scholars of Menagerie were trying to piece together older cultural traditions, and Menagerie had many different proposal traditions as a result. Ilia wondered what type of proposal Blake would prefer. Out of all the traditions Ilia had heard about, she found she preferred the ones where she would have to make something for Blake. It was what her parents had done, and it felt purer than all those stuffy girls at Ilia’s prep school daydreaming about getting an expensive gem-encrusted ring of fine metals.
One of the traditions Ilia liked was one that had originally come from one of the deserts of Anima that she liked most. It had started with some of the Faunus tribes that had inhabited the area and then having spread to humans because it was a useful tradition, only to become frowned upon as one of the pre-Mistrali kingdoms tried to colonize the area with religious fervor. And yet, the tradition had survived to make it to Menagerie, with happy couples giving each other small, intricate blades no bigger than a hand.
Ilia had made Lightning Lash herself, so maybe she would be good at making a blade for Blake. Granted, Blake had made Gambol Shroud all on her own, so it wasn’t like she needed a blade from Ilia. Then again, the blades didn’t look like they were useful. Well, maybe they were useful for things like cutting small, thin vegetables or spreading butter, but Blake deserved a blade she could defend herself with. Not that she needed Ilia’s help with that, since Blake had always been an amazing fighter with a strong, defensive semblance.
Perhaps Blake would prefer the traditions originally held by the Dacia, a nomadic Faunus community that originated in southwestern Sanus. They used hair ornaments, worn at the end of braids. Granted, Blake didn’t braid her hair, and she didn’t wear any hair ornaments aside from the bow she used to hide her ears whenever she would go into a human settlement for supplies. Ilia didn’t like that part about Blake, how she hid and tried to blend in with humans. Still, Blake was doing a lot better than Ilia had in that regard. Even when they went to get supplies, Blake wouldn’t stand back when they saw a non-passing Faunus being harassed.
Ilia sighed. Blake was so cool and beautiful, and she was wasted on Adam. Maybe Ilia would finally tell Blake that when Blake came back from the train mission she and Adam were going on tomorrow morning. Maybe. Ilia wasn’t sure how she would be able to do so.
New Mantle had become rather prosperous compared to the refugee camp it had been eight years ago. Granted, it helped that the Grimm were finally defeated less than a year after the fall of Atlas. Ilia had felt strangely sad, hearing the news that the cities she had grown up in were both gone. She had hated both of them, symbols of her own cowardice as a bystander, and yet they had both held good memories, no matter how tainted they were. Her parents’ graves and the house she grew up in had flooded; her prep school would have been smashed with the impact. And all that strange anguish she had felt at losing places she hadn’t planned on ever returning to had only gone up exponentially when she learned that Blake was dead. Or, more specifically, she had fallen. She was technically missing, as no one expected to ever find a body.
Blake hadn’t been Ilia’s first love, but she had been Ilia’s greatest love.
And then she came back. She had changed; she was the first Faunus with magical powers who was not a maiden or a bearer of silver eyes.
And finally, finally, she was looking at Ilia the way that Ilia had always hoped Blake would.
Things had changed in the years since. Ilia and Blake were dating, and Salem had been defeated. The world was not at peace, but it was far closer to it than it had been during Ilia’s childhood. The two of them had settled down together in the outskirts of Vale, but right now they were visiting friends. Tonight, they would be meeting up with Neon, Coal, and their daughter Irida for dinner, but that was hours from now. Right now, they were walking through one of the street markets. They had grabbed a light lunch from one of the Atlesian-Vacuan stalls and were now looking for a trash can to dispose of the paper wrappers.
“Oh hey, look!” Blake said, pointing. Ilia turned her head, expecting to see a trash can but instead she saw a stall.
A ring maker’s stall. The rings were done in the style of Atlesian engagement rings. It was a temporary stall, which made sense. The spring equinox was coming up, and it was an old Mantle tradition to propose at the start of spring and marry at the start of summer. Ilia still remembered being so shocked when her prep school classmate talked about having attended a winter wedding; the tradition hadn’t carried to the city in the sky that promised freedom from Grimm, hunger, and the bitter cold.
Blake looked at Ilia, smiled, blushed, looked away again, and took a breath. “What’s your ring size?”
Ilia blinked and then dropped Blake’s hand so that Ilia could put both hands in front of her mouth. “I, are you –“
“No, no, not yet. I’d do something at least a little fancier than just picking out rings together and calling it a day. But, we’ve been dating for years, and I think that it’ll be time, soon. And, since you grew up in Mantle, I thought you’d like to follow the ring tradition.”
“I mean, if you had asked me a decade ago, I would’ve been insulted by it. Now, I’m not too sure. How did your parents get engaged?”
“My mom’s family is from Mistral, so my dad proposed to her with Mistrali traditions. And, since it’s a woven wreath of flowers, and our family name is from a flower…”
“Oh, no, he didn’t.”
“Yeah, he proposed with a wreath of poisonous flowers. Obviously, my mom accepted his proposal anyways, but I wouldn’t want to recreate my parents’ proposal.”
A woven wreath of flowers, though not of conventional materials. Made by Ghira’s own hands to show his love for Kali.
“How would you feel about a non-poisonous wreath?”
Blake smiled at her. “You still haven’t told me your ring size.”
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On this day, I’d like to talk about my feelings on Season 3.
I know I know. You roll your eyes. You’ve seen me talk about it before. But actually you haven’t. Not totally. If anything, you’ve just seen my inquisitional frustration now and then on how they decided to write it.
Make no mistake, I think Stranger Things 3 is the worst of the 3 seasons. Is it the worst tv ever? Nah.... though this is someone who doesn’t really watch tv other than Stranger Things (more of a reader myself). I usually watch youtubers rip tv shows apart instead.
So based on that, do I think Stranger Things 3 is worse that 13 Reasons Why, Riverdale, or uh.... hm.... oh! the last seasons of Game of Thrones? Well, no.
So how do I truly feel? Weirdly enough, I feel the same as I did when I finished watching it the whole time. I felt like... I was waiting for the ball to drop, episode to episode. I can’t pinpoint exactly what I was waiting for, but whatever it was didn’t come.
I didn’t.... FEEL as much as I did the first 2 seasons? And I felt like that was by design. They didn’t bring in the heartfelt stuff until literally the VERY end and by then, it was too late for me to feel invested in all these characters I genuinely like.
I never truly felt like anyone was in danger, especially not the Scoop Troop. Even as Steve was being tortured and had his daylights knocked out... it was just a *shrug* like moment for me.
Even when Hopper supposedly died.... I was kinda feeling like “meh. I doubt it.”
And I’m not trying to say someone HAS to die for me to feel something. No one died in Season 2 (except Bob) and I was still on the edge of my seat while they were interrogating Will or when they started panicking cause the Mind Flayer found their location. I was concerned that maybe El wouldn’t be able to close that humongous gate and Hopper would get eaten by demodogs before they even made it there. I was worried possessed Will would get loose before they managed to exercise the Mind Flayer and maybeeee he’d die or suffer more or something.
So for months, I guess more than a year now, I’ve just been debating my feelings on things. I’ve come to this conclusion.
Even though I didn’t really like the season overall, there were too many things in the season I did like to make me actually hate it.
Will’s arc that lasted about 3 episodes was off to a great start. I was really looking forward to it until it disappeared.
Murray’s friendship with Joyce... I dunno. I actually really loved that. They’re kinda similarly paranoid investigative people who bother Hopper in their own little way. It’s cute, like they’re long lost siblings.
Even if they laid it on a little thick, El and Max’s friendship was much needed and I’m glad that even though El was still trying to copy Max a little too much, Max was also doing her best to remind El now and then to find herself and no one else.
I like that El is now living with the Byers and that they’re moving away. It makes TOTAL sense that Joyce would pack up and leave Hawkins. Too much shit has gone down there, she needed to go for her and her kids sake + El.
Even though I wish the resolution had been different, Jonathan and Nancy clashing due to their backgrounds (being a woman vs being poor) was very interesting to me. I would’ve loved to have more of it. Not more arguing, just more talking about it other than the apology.
I love love love, first of all, Lucas reaching out to Will multiple times after the huge blow up trying to make amends. Some of it is in the background. And that CUTE HUG AT THE END. I love Will and Lucas. <3 Lucas is such a good friend even with a few screw ups there and there.
Jonathan for at least a second taking the big brother role for El and trying to cut that thing out of her leg. Trying to reassure her it’s gonna hurt but it’s gotta be done. So sweet even if gross
And then there’s the things I didn’t like that just... brought down my mood. Here’s a few.
Hopper was just... look. I don’t hate his character. I see this solely as a writing issue, not necessarily a character issue. I feel we could’ve ended up with the exact same plot if we cut out about 50% of Hopper’s snark. I get being overprotective of El and the old “Dad hates the boyfriend jokes”. Whatever. Would’ve been better if Mike ACTUALLY screwed up all by himself and Hopper was just enjoying the moment rather than Hopper being the cause of it.
And I get the whole Hopper really wanting to date Joyce stuff, but... I just can’t see how we go from season 1 and season 2 Hopper who was ready to throw hands with his deputies for implying Joyce was crazy. And the Hopper that really truly completely understood what Joyce was going through (anxiety,depression, and loss). How did that guy turn into someone trying to rush Joyce’s mourning along (after he mourned for his daughter for like, 6 years) and him being the one implying she’s crazy? It’s just weird. I can’t deal. It’s WEIRD.
No Jonathan and Will scenes. They’re finally on the adventure together and there’s still NOTHING. In the mall, Will is damn near having a panic attack hardly able to keep quiet and JONATHAN DOESN’T EVEN GLANCE IN HIS DIRECTION
No Jonathan and Joyce scenes. Mother and son who?
No Nancy and Mike scenes. They didn’t do it for season 2. Surely they won’t forget this time and give the siblings some screen time??? Nope. Bet 75% of the fandom forgot they’re even related.
No Max and Billy scenes. Not a fan of Billy, but Billy is her step brother. Why the hell wouldn’t the writing put a little more focus on that? Surely Max would be more suspicious of Billy acting weird or even nice to her? Surely they’d give her more moments of showing... something over the fact that her step brother is the big bad?
No Will and El scenes. Obviously I’d be annoyed at this. But you’d think the monster radar and the psychic girl would be butting their heads together a bit more to figure out what’s going on? This ties into Will’s evil senses only working 5 minutes too late. How did he sense the Mind Flayer smoke from 10 miles away, but now he can’t sense the huge flesh monster until it’s a couple meters above him?? No logical sense.
Complete erasure of Kali. I didn’t miss the fact that when El was having flashbacks of her mom, they pretty much cut out any mention or thought of Kali. Surely after that heartfelt goodbye, El would at least think of Kali for a moment and get distracted. She decidedly hid the fact that Kali exists from everyone else, wouldn’t it be nice if we saw her character still thinking about that secret from time to time??
And the final point that I feel like typing out tonight, too much focus on El. And I don’t mean it in the way you’re probably thinking. I mean that basically NO ONE is able to save El. EVER. She has to do everything up until the final moment. Mike and the gang isn’t allowed to save El from Billy choking her out. She ends up having to save them. No one can save El from the flesh eating vagina monster. She has to defend herself completely. Jonathan isn’t allowed to get the worm thing out of her leg, she has to pull it out herself. Mike and Max can’t do anything to protect her from Billy again. They all fail and she yet again has to save herself.
Ok, that’s all I wanted to say.
ST3 is like a..... 45 / 55 scale for me, and the 55 is the bad part.
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Quarantined
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Ten o’clock at night, the time everything goes down, or at least for Ilia anyways. She wasn’t sure if there was a time zone difference from Menagerie to Vacou. Come to think about it, were there time zone differences at all in Remnant? That would be a question for later. Right now was the time to focus. The young women sat on her couch with her hair down and an oversized shirt that went to her thighs. Pants were overrated when you live alone. Ilia patiently waited with her laptop on her lap to get a video call. Remnant was currently in a state of shutdown. A sickness or something had spread rapidly, confining people to where they were for what felt like years.
The clock had gone by three minutes. “Running late as usual.” She said to herself. Thankfully the call she had been waiting for came seconds later. Ilia answered immediately, her screen displaying one dorky monkey faunus with bed head.
Sun:Yooo...
Ilia:Hahaha, were you asleep, banana breath? And after all the work I went through updating this piece of junk today.
Sun:I wasn’t sleeping. I was messing up my hair because the darn internet wouldn’t connect. I think the towers might be a little crammed right now.
Ilia:Gotcha. It’s no secret everyone is probably doing what we’re doing. So, how are you holding up?
Sun:Oh you know, keeping busy. Living with my teammates has its advantages. There’s always someone to talk to. Though you make for better conversation.
Ilia:I would hope so. Things around here aren’t too bad. Living alone has always been my life so I know how to keep busy. Kali keeps trying to stop by with food to make sure I’m okay but I think that defeats the purpose of distancing.
Sun:Hehe, always count on her to put kids first. Glad you’re safe. How’s Blake?
Ilia:She is probably face down in her pillow trying to get a call out to Yang. Her house is like a dead zone.
Sun:She’s royalty. How does that happen?
Ilia:Beats me.
The two share a laugh together. A few minutes into the conversation and it felt like they were in the room together. Sun’s laughter finally dies down enough for him to speak with a warm smile.
Sun:I’m happy you’re doing okay. That’s a relief.
Ilia:*pink spots* Thanks, you two. Honestly most days drag on now. I’m glad we have this.
Sun:You make it sound like we don’t Skype an call all the time. We were long distance before the world stopped spinning.
Ilia:Yeah but it’s different. Now I can’t schedule to fly there as planned and you can’t pull one of your surprise visits.
Sun:You said you hated those.
Ilia:Well....not as much as you think. Especially lately. *pinker* I might...miss you and shit.
Sun:Aaawww-
Ilia:I swear I’ll hang up on you!
Sun:That would be a bummer since I really miss you too.
Ilia squinted at him. He was being totally unfair by being charming. She could see herself at the bottom of the screen to see that her skin had gotten pink. It was an odd, the way she spoke tonight. For some reason she felt a little anxious. Her hands went up to her long, messy hair to play with it a little. Sun couldn’t help but notice.
Sun:Uh oh, what’s going through that brain of yours? Everything okay.
Ilia:Yeah, it’s just.....
Sun:Juuuuusssst?
Ilia:Doing this, if only makes me miss you more. I guess I am lonely. I’m way too used to your energetic self and Neptune’s party schemes. Talking to you made me realize that. So what I’m saying is...ummm...
Sun:*smiles* I wish I there too.
Ilia:What, so are you a mind reader now?
Sun:Your expressions and mood are literally all over your face. I think might have a way to make you feel better. So, what if I stole a boat...
Ilia:*face palms* Gods, lend me strength. Please stay in one spot Sun.
Sun:All I’m saying is me the guys can sneak one to the water in the dead of night. Not sure how I’ll get Neptune to stay quiet but I’m we have enough duct tape for a few hours.
Ilia:Haha, do you even understand how far away you are?
Sun:You’re right. We’d need snacks. Sage is pretty beefy if things get dire.
Ilia:Sun! Hahaha, that’s terrible!
Sun:Yeah, he’d overpower us.
Ilia:Pfft yeah, that was the problem I was talking about. The ideas you have, I swear you’re such a dork.
Sun:Look on the bright side. I got you laughing. Feeling better?
Ilia:Maybe a little bit. Hehe, well played.
The two continued talking for hours. Laughing, catching up, teasing Neptune whenever he was in camera frame. It was well into the night before they knew it. Ilia had gone from sitting up to laying down as they kept talking. She tried hiding it but several yawns and eye rubs gave away how sleepy she was getting.
Sun:I think might be time for one of us to power down.
Ilia:As if. I can go all night. I’m trained for this kind of stuff.
Sun:It’s three in the morning. I think that counts. Get some rest.
Ilia:Fiiiiine. Same time tonight?
Sun:Sound like a plan.
Ilia:Try and be on time. Night, loser.
Sun:Goodnight, love yo-.....*red*
Ilia:.....
Ilia:*blushing* What?
Sun:Nothing! You’re tired. I didn’t say anything!
Ilia:No you definitely said something.
Sun:Yeah well...I’m tired. *rubs head* it slipped out naturally.
Ilia:It’s fine. I uhhh, me too. You know it umm, it goes both ways. So don’t feel too embarrassed about it.
Sun:Oh, is that right? Cool then. Cool....
The two nodded awkwardly at each other. This sure was a weird not to end things on. Not in a bad way, but still weird. These feelings weren’t new in the slightest. Neither were simply ready to elevate to the power of those words. Sun eventually waved goodbye and disconnected to avoid any more blunders. Ilia closed her laptop and laid quietly on the couch. “It goes both ways.” What kinda half ass response was that!? Ilia felt like screaming into a pillow. She was sure Sun was panicking to Neptune right now, interrupting the boy’s sleep. Her internal freak out was put on hold for a moment. She had to end this night better and grabbed her scroll.
xxxxx
Sun:I blew it...
Neptune:Shut up, it’s fine. Let me go to bed.
Sun:But-
His scroll vibrated right before he could truly start freaking out. Sun grabbed ahold of it to see an unexpected message from Ilia.
Ilia: “🌈❤️☀️”
Sun:*red* oh....I guess it was fine.
Neptune:Great, now please get out of room.
Sun:Should I text back?
Neptune:Will you leave if I tell you what to text!?
Sun:Yeah!
xxxx
Ilia:.....
Sun:“☀️ ❤️ 🌈”
Ilia smiles to herself and finally tries going to bed, eager for ten o’clock at night to come back as fast a possible.
#rwby#ilia amitola#sun wukong#sun x ilia#neptune vasilias#rwby sunshower#leave me alone i will ship them#demi ilia
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A Story Told...
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Yang bit her lip and watched as Blake guided a little faunus girl onto her feet and danced with her holding her hands and laughing with the young one happily.
“Blake’s always been good with the children of our village.” Kali said from beside Yang from where she sat on the steps of the Belladonna Estate, making her jump and turn to look at the senior Belladonna, who was watching her daughter with a fond smile. “They all adore her. Whenever she’s here, we barely get to see her before some child’s dragging her off to play soccer or read them stories. It’s sweet.”
“She’ll make a great chief someday.” Yang said softly, smiling at the sight of Blake swinging the girl up and into her hip and bouncing around goofily, making the child squeal with laughter as she spun in a circle. “And an amazing mum… if that’s what she wanted, of course.”
“Her father and I are so proud of her.” Kali murmured gently as another child ran up to Blake and gave her the “uppy” arms. Blake laughed, her left torn ear flicking in amusement as she bent down and effortlessly lifted the boy up and onto her other hip. “We were so scared of what path she might take when she left us. And when she came back…”
“Blake said she wasn’t in a good place.” Yang sighed sadly.
“No. No, she wasn’t. I was terrified that I was going to lose my little girl just as she came back to me.” Kali said with a small sniff, making Yang flinch at the implications of that line. “But now look at her. She’s part of the legendary Team RWBY, she has good friends, a wonderful job as both a Huntress and head of faunus relations…” Kali turned to look at Yang and smiled gratefully at her, making Yang’s throat feel suddenly tight. “And she has you. You have no idea how important you have become to our family, Yang. Ghira and I will always be grateful to you.” Kali paused before giving Yang an impish grin that seemed a little too familiar. “She talks about you a lot.”
“I-“
“Miss Yang!” A small girl with wings sprouting from her back ran up to Yang with an excited grin. “Miss Blake’s gonna tell us a story! She’s a really good story teller! Come listen!”
“How can I say no to that face.” Yang chuckled softly. She gave Kali a low, respectful bow before she let the child drag her over to a small clearing where the village children gathered around Blake. Yang rolled her eyes at Blake as the girl made Yang sit amongst them and sat next to her, leaning on her leg. Yang smiled softly at the girl and sent Blake a wink.
“Alright. What story do you guys want? Make it a good one, you’re all heading home and straight to bed after this.” Blake warned, a playful glimmer in her amber eyes.
“A new!”
“One we haven’t heard before!”
“No oldies!”
Yang watched Blake laugh softly as a young cat faunus girl clambered into her crossed lap and look up at her seriously.
“We’ve heard all of your stories. Don’t you have any new ones?”
“Well, Topaz, as a matter of fact… I do.” Blake smirked as a chorus of cheers went up. Yang found herself almost as excited as the kids. She had always loved stories and considering that this was Blake telling it… even better. Yang chuckled under her breath as another kid decided to lean on her other leg, as she leaned back on her hands and shook her head in amusement at the children. The faunus girl, Topaz, in Blake’s lap apparently decided that that was going to be her place for the night and got comfy. Blake breathed in and out deeply and began her tale.
As Blake told the story, Yang immediately recognised it as Blake’s own, though heavily diluted for the sake of the children. Yang watched, just as spellbound as the children, as Blake talked, watching the watching she met each kid’s eyes, connecting with each one and making sure they all felt seem. Blake’s flowed and shifted with emotion, her gaze open and emotional as she let the children see the story written on her face.
“And so, young Belle fell to her knees as the monster, who once held a place in her heart; one that he betrayed, finally was defeated at the hands of the women that he had hurt. The faunus Princess cried, letting all of her hurt go as her noble human companion took her into her arms and held her, comforting her.” Blake said softly, making eye contact with Yang and holding it for a moment before continuing. “The battle was over. They had won war. Yes, they were left with scars and wounds that would take some time to heal but they had something very important would help them through it. Something that allowed each woman to see the other’s flaws and still see beauty within their souls. Does anyone know what it was?”
“Love.” Topaz said quietly from where she laid nestled up against Blake’s chest, her voice sounding sleepier by the second. “It was love, right?”
“That’s right.” Blake murmured, meeting Yang’s gaze and smiling adoringly at her. “It was love. But it wasn’t just love between the two women that saved the Princess, you know. She learned to finally live herself. She, at long last, could look beyond the beast that Gaston had painted her to be and finally saw the beauty that laid beneath. The Beaty that Ya-ah! I mean Goldilocks has always known.”
Yang bit her lip at Blake’s little slip up, her cheeks burning. Blake’s own had become several shades darker as she gently shooed the kids back to their homes so that they could be put to bed.
“Topaz?” Blake gently cooed at the little girl sleeping against her chest. “Time for you to go home, hon.” A sleepy whine escaped the girl as she cuddled up to Blake, burrowing her head into Blake’s collar. “Kids.” Blake sighed softly, voice full of fondness as she carefully readjusted Topaz and scooped into her arms and stood, smiling at Yang sweetly. “You can head back to the house, Yang. I’ll just drop this one off and I’ll join you soon.”
Yang smiled softly and nodded, watching as Blake turned and carried the girl home.
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“Ugh.”
Yang smiled over at Blake tiredly as her partner collapsed into her bed beside her, looking thoroughly drained of all energy.
“I think that I’m out of shape.” Blake groaned, seemingly deciding that she wanted to lay with Yang for a bit. “Where the fuck do they get the energy? I’m 25! I shouldn’t be feeling like death’s on my doorstep!”
“You’ve been running around and wrangling a bunch of children all day. I’m not surprised.” Yang giggled lightly at her friend’s exasperated expression. “You’re really good with them.”
“I’m just happy that they’re getting the childhood that I missed out on.” Blake murmured, rolling into her side and tucking her head under Yang’s chin, wrapping her arms tightly around Yang’s waist as Yang returned the embrace.
“You’re an amazing role model for them.”
“I still can’t believe that they look up to me like this.” Blake laughed softly onto Yang’s collar. “I mean… I’m just me. Just Blake.”
“I can. Because “just Blake” just so happens to be the most loving, compassionate, dedicated, passionate and inspiring person I know.” Yang whispered into Blake’s ears. “We are so lucky to have you. All of us.”
“Yang…” Blake murmured, her voice thick as she propped herself up on an elbow and gazed down at Yang softly.
“I should have said this years ago but…” Yang met Blake’s amber gaze and lifted her hand to cup the back of her neck, her thumb stroking her skin softly. “I love you, Blake Belladonna.”
“I-“ Blake’s breathing hitched as she leaned closer to Yang and brushed their noses together. “I love you too, Yang Xiao Long.”
“Really? You could have fooled me… Belle.” Yang teased softly, smirking gently at the annoyed expression on Blake’s face.
“Shut up, Goldilocks.”
“Make-mmph!”
Evidently, Blake had no qualms about shutting Yang up.
Not that Yang was going to complain, she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around Blake’s neck and smiled against her before Blake pulled back with an annoyed huff and flopped unceremoniously against Yang’s chest and curled into her side.
“I’m staying here tonight.” Blake mumbled sleepily, nuzzling again Yang’s neck affectionately. “I’m staying here forever.”
“With me?”
“With you and only you.”
“I’m pretty sure you need a ring-“
“Got one.” Blake grumbled tiredly as she shoved a gold ring into Yang’s hand. Yang instantly recognised it as the one Blake wore on her index finger. “There’s your dumb ring. Now can you just hold me so we can go to sleep? Please?”
Yang smiled, rolling her eyes at her partner’s dramatics as she carefully placed the ring on the bedside table and pulled Blake close, kissing the top of her head as Blake drifted off in her arms; just as she was always destined to.
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Into the Unknown
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Word Count: 2,706
Warning: Swearing, fighting, weird shit, mentions of blood
The anniversary of yours and Eleven’s escape from Hawkins Lab was coming up. A year had already gone by, since you both broke out of the Lab. El, found herself a group of friends, and so did you. After stumbling out of the Lab, you were able to find a cabin in the woods and make it yours.
You had enrolled in Hawkins Highschool as well, and gotten a job at the local block buster. You and El were always in contact, sometimes calling you twice a day. Today, started out weird. Eleven called asking if she could come over, El being the only family you knew, you obliged.
There was a soft knock on the door. Using your security system you had installed on your cabin, you could identify the person as El. Rushing to open the door you let her in.
Giving you a hug she stepped in, “Goodmorning Y/N!”
“Goodmorning, El! What can I do ya for?”
“Nothing. Just wondering.”
“Wondering about?”
“Us.”
Sighing you made your way to the kitchen grabbing a coffee to put your coffee in that was currently brewing.
“Are you sure you want to go down that rabbit hole kid?”
“Yes.”
“Alright.”
By this time, you both had made yourselves comfortable at the kitchen table. Eleven, was eating her Eggos.
“I know that there is one of us, that is currently in Chicago. Her name’s Kali or 008.She was experimented on like we were.”
You weren’t sure what Eleven’s thought were, but you had an inkling, that you were about to find out.
El thought it was time for you and the Party to meet, one night. So you all gathered, at Mike’s house for dinner. Everyone was there, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Steve, Max, Johnathon, Nancy, and Eleven. It felt strange that there was only four of you about the age of twelve. You recognized Steve, Nancy, and Jonathon from your school right away. Max was elated that another girl had joined the group.
Two weeks had gone by since you had become a party member. Jonathon was beaming that there was another photography lover in the group. The first day back to school after the meeting, Johnathon was at your locker talking about photography things. It was apparent he was trying to distract his mind from something ..... Or someone.
It wasn’t hard to figure out, that Jonathon, had feelings for Nancy and vice versa. Nancy was still currently with Steve Harrington. As time grew on, you had become best friends with Jonathon which lead to him confessing his feelings for Nancy to you.
Nobody else in the group besides Eleven knew, that you were experimented on in the Hawkins Lab. Your friends were like your family, but you didn’t want to put them in any danger unintentionally, so you never told them, and you always made sure that you 015 tattoo was covered up with makeup.
Over the next few weeks, Eleven had decided that she wanted to go in search of Kali for answers. You had expected her to leave, but you didn’t know when. That’s why once you had found out from Jonathon, you drove straight over to the sheriffs office.
“Is Chief Hopper here? It’s important.”
“No dear, he’s about to leave to go to Merrill’s pumpkin pat-”
Not giving her a second to finish her statement, you turned and bolted outside to see if you could catch Hopper. As luck would have it, you were able to stop him before he was able to leave.
“You’re chief Hopper right?”
“What gave it away, the sirens on top of the truck? Or the Hat?” He asked sarcastically looking over at you, while you gave him a classic Bitch face. “Now watch out kid, I have some business to attend to.”
Before either of you could react, a husky voice called for you, “Y/N?”
“Oh, hey Steve!”
“What’re you doing?” He looked at you quizzically.
“I have to talk to Hopper about something.”
“If you two kids could kindly, back away from the vehicle I could go on my way.”
Not even thinking about it, you pulled Hoppers truck door open and pulled Steve inside the vehicle along with you, catching both men off guard.
Once, inside the truck, turning to Hopper you said ”Please. Proceed.” mockingly.
Both men looked at one another, but didn’t say anything.
As you arrived at Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch, you were greeted by a man, you assumed to be Merrill, occupied Hopper. The sudden feeling, of being uncomfortable, overwhelmed your senses, the only other time this had happened, was when you were being experimented on.
Steve seemed to notice your sudden change, “Hey, are you alright?”
It had begun to get chillier outside. Steve shrugged off his jacket, and placed it over your shoulders. The action was touching, and caught you off guard.
“Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to over step any boundaries. I noticed you were shivering.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Sorry, I made you get into the truck with me.”
“It’s okay. Why were you looking for Hopper anyway?”
Before you continued, you let out a sigh of frustration, “I know where El went. I wanted to tell him so he wouldn’t freak out more than he already has but-”
Your thoughts fled your mind mid sentence, your attention was brought to the pumpkin patch, full of dead pumpkins. It was like a magnetic field, drawing you in. ‘What harm could it do?’ you thought, ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ you continued in your mind. ‘Satisfaction brought it back’. Caving in to the curiosity, you started walking in the Pumpkin Patch looking at state almost every pumpkin was in.
Turning around, you looked up and saw the three men peering at you with shock. You turned around just to see if they were actually staring at you, or something else. They were staring at you. Shrugging it off, you continued, on your venture through the patch.
It seemed the further you got into the patch, the worse the pumpkins were. Then you suddenly, stopped. By the looks of it, you were practically, dead center. The pumpkins that were dead center, were pitch black, reeking of spoiled pumpkin.
Steve and Hopper, seemingly, followed you through the patch.
“What is that smell!” Hopper said, while coughing.
“Pumpkins.” You state a matter of factly. Your back still turned to both men.
“No Shit.”
“Contaminated Pumpkins.”
Hopper as confused, “How did they get Contaminated?”
It suddenly hit you. This was something you had seen before. At Hawkins Lab no less. Then you were hit with the reality, that you had to tell your deepest secret to two men you barely, even knew.
“Hawkins Lab.” You said turning around to face both men, with confused expressions, “I’ve seen this before at the Lab. It has something to do with what Eleven called the ‘Upside Down.’“
“How do you know Eleven?” “How do you know about the Upside Down?” Both men had asked at the same time.
Letting out a shaky sigh, you looked down at your feet, which caused a strand of hair to fall down. Taking the chance, you looked at both men, while tucking your hair behind your ear, “Eleven’s my sister... Or what we consider each other. We were both experimented on in the Lab. I helped her escape.” Deciding it was now or never, you brought a finger up to your tongue wetting it before bringing it back down to your left forearm, you wiped your finger over the makeup that was cover your tattoo, sliding your sleeve up, you brought your arm up to show both men.
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Their expressions softened, and sadden at your confession.
“Fuck Kid.” Hopper said before pulling you into a bone crushing hug “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s okay. El, went to go get some answers from Kali, she’s in Chicago and was also experimented on.”
“Holy Shit. How many of you guys is there?”
“I don’t know.” You answered truthfully. Sneaking a glance at Steve, he was quiet, you hoped he was just absorbing your confession, and you hadn’t just ruined his opinion on you considering how attractive he was.
“Uh, so back to the Pumpkins. I’m guessing that Hawkins Lab has something to do with this, but there isn’t any evidence to prosecute them with.”
Hopper nodded and headed back to the truck.
“Stev-”
“Don’t.”
At this, you took his jacket off, and handed it back to him not at all pleased with the reaction you had gotten from him. He seemed like he wasn’t going to take the jacket, so you threw it at his feet, before jogging through the patch to go to the truck Hopper was in. This was exactly, why you didn’t tell anyone. You couldn’t help the hurt that had overwhelmed your emotions.
“Uh, you guys don’t have to take me. Tommy’s coming to get me.”
“You sure kid?”
“Yeah, have a good night Chief Hopper.”
Steve didn’t bother acknowledging you before, he turned away and started walking down the driveway you had driven up. There goes any possible chance you could’ve had with him.
Five minutes went by before either of you spoke.
“Uh, hey, do you, you know. Uhm. Have a place to stay?”
“Yeah, I found an abandoned Cabin in the middle of the Woods.”
“Uhm. Well, you know. Your sister. Eleven. Stays with me. I uh. Have an extra room where we stay. If you uhm. You know. Want to stay with us.”
Even if he was awkward, you knew that he cared. He cared for El, and that’s all you could’ve ever wanted. For the first time since you met Eleven, you felt the warm fuzzy feeling that you have for her. Love.
“I’d love to. If I won’t be imposing.”
“Not at all.”
It had been two weeks since you moved into Hopper’s Cabin. And Two weeks since your confession to Hopper and Steve. Steve went out of his way to not only ignore you, but to avoid you as well. There was a rumor around that Steve and Nancy broke up.
“Jonathon!” You squealed as your best friend scared you.
“Are you still going over to Mikes tonight?”
“Duh. I told you I had something to tell everyone. It’s kinda important.”
“If it’s so important why can’t you just tell me now?”
You had a sneaky suspicion, your narrowed your eyes before continuing, “Is there something you want to tell me Byers?”
This seemed to catch him off guard, making him a stuttering mess. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Nancy appeared, “Hey Guys!” She kissed Jonathon on the lips, before continuing on, down the hall with her other friends. You couldn’t help but let your jaw fall open in shock.
“What was that? I know it couldn’t be what it looked like!” You shrieked, playfully smacking him earning an “Ow” each time.
“Yeah sorry I forgot to mention, me and Nanc are dating now.”
“Forgot! How could you forget!”
It was now a few days later, since you had told the party that you were in Hawkins Lab with El. They were more than happy to except you and your past, besides they couldn’t get over the tattoo you had, each of them telling you how badass it was. Eventually, Steve got tired of Dustin talking about you so much, and followed his advice, he showed up at Hoppers cabin unannounced one night.
“Yeah.” Hopper answered roughly.
“Is Y/N home?”
Hopper took the chance, and ran with it.
He grabbed Steve by the collars of his jacket and shirt before saying, “You do realize I’m now Y/N’s dad correct?”
“Y...Yes sir.”
“Y/N’s a great girl. Top of your class actually. If you ever and I mean ever. Pull a stunt like you did back at the Pumpkin farm, again you will live to regret it. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Y/N! Someone’s at the door for you!” Hopper yelled, letting Steve go and moving back to his previous position.
“Steve?” Your confusion pulling through your soft voice. “What’re you doing here?”
“I uh. I came to apologize uhm.”
Suddenly, a car door slammed shut and Dustin came racing up the porch.
“What Steve here means, is that he’s sorry he acted like an asshole, and he thinks you’re really pretty.”
Letting out an embarrassed chuckle you replied “Thank you.”
“Watch your language Dipshit!”
“Who you calling Dipshit? Dipshit!”
“Dustin, watch your fucking mouth.”
Dustin flipped him off in response.
Currently, you were in the Byers house, with the Party and Hopper. Will was in his room unconscious, because the mind flyer had lodged itself into him as the ‘Host’. The sound of ‘Demo Dogs’ could be heard surrounding the house. Max was clinging onto you for safety. Suddenly, the door flew, open and in walked Eleven.
Mike was the most excited to see her aside from Hopper. Hopper pulled you and El into a bone crushing hug before murmuring, “My Girls.” so quietly, only the three of you could hear. El and Hopper went to the Lab to shut the gate, Joyce, Jonathon, and Nancy went to the cabin with Will. You stayed behind with the party.
Suddenly, Billy showed up ready to beat up Lucas. Steve had been pumbled to a pulp. Which meant that you had to drive to the Pumpkin Patch, with a car full of children. Once you arrived there, everybody was getting ready and putting on their gear.
“No. No way. You aren’t going with us in the tunnel!”
“And why not?”
“Because! What if the Mind Flyer senses you, cause you’re like El!”
“Still not seeing the problem here.”
“DUDE! JUST LET HER COME SHE’S MORE BADASS THAN YOU!”
Steve didn’t have to turn around to know who had said that. Instead he just flipped him off in return.
Once, you had helped everyone down into the tunnel, it was your turn. Of course, you were the one to slip and fall in, but atleast, Steve was there to catch you, he was holding you bridal style once you had fallen.
“Hey Lovebirds! Can we get a move on?”
“Chill man. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He responded putting you back on your feet.
The whole night, it was like Steve was trying to make up for lost time. Letting his hand brush against yours, not leaving your side unless necessary, stealing glances. He was turning out to be a hopeless romantic, something you would’ve never pegged about him.
“Steve! Behind you!” Dustin yelled to Steve, who was currently trying to distract the ‘Demo Dogs’ from the school bus the kids were all hiding in. You wouldn’t let Steve, be ‘Demo Dog’ dinner, so you were fighting them off side by side. More accurately, back to back.
“That’s hot.”
Rolling your eyes and shaking your head you responded, “Shut Up.”
Tonight, was the Snow Ball. You were helping Max and Eleven get ready for their first school dance. You offered to drop the girls off, so you three could have some girl bonding time. As soon as you arrived, you put the car in park by the entrance to the gym since you were late arriving, you got out and helped both girls out, giving them hugs and kissing the tops of their heads before took off towards the gym.
Stevie Wonders, I Just Called to Say i Love You was blasting.
Uhm
As you turned around you could see Dustin, going off towards the gym as well.
“Driver Duty?”
“Don’t be so surprised.” Steve chuckled, “I gotta make sure the kid looks good for the ladies.”
“Can I have this Dance?”
“Steve. We’re in a parking lot.”
He took your hand lightly before you could spew any more protests. Guiding the hand he had in his to his shoulder, while he held your other hand. He looked for confirmation that he could have his other hand on your waist. Giving him a soft nod he smiled.
The both of you staying like that swaying, to the music for what felt like hours. Just as he started leaning in to kiss you there was an interruption,
“Steve!”
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Hey everyone. This might be the last chapter I post for a while. Just have not had the headspace for writing of any kind the past few months. Wish I could blame it on the pandemic but I can't really, I think my brain's just broken haha. But I will try to do some more work on it soon, I promise. Until then I hope you all take care of yourselves and have a great Halloween!
=Chapter 22
Arriving in school on Monday morning felt quite strange to Weiss. Like it was somewhere she didn’t belong anymore. The hallways were the same, the teachers and bells to signal each class starting, the dreary atmosphere of students who wished they could be out having fun instead of toiling away. But she felt like a different person than she had been - as if she had outgrown that environment. Technically, she knew that was true in the sense that she would soon be going off to college.
Where would that leave her Dragons status? Where would that leave her and Yang? The future was generally something she never had to contemplate before. Given her father's relentless pushing, she expected to go to school for business and segue into a position at Schnee Communications - eventually taking over the reins when he retired. Now, that might not even be a possibility anymore if her parents wound up divorcing each other. Her father certainly wasn't going to have much interest in grooming her to take his place after all that had happened! For the first time in her life, the future was scary instead of exciting.
A hand on her shoulder startled her from her deep thoughts. Turning, she saw Pyrrha smiling at her, the picture of stalwart friendship.
“Did I lose you for a minute there?”
“Sorry,” Weiss whispered as they continued on toward class. “Feels like I'm losing my mind. How did my life turn into this? Did I really do something that awful to cost me my whole future?”
“Wow, those are deep thoughts. May I make a suggestion?” When Weiss didn't respond, she bowed her head very slightly as they walked. “Focus on the here and now. Don't worry about what you can't change because you can't. Do your best in school, check in on Yang. Help your mother through this difficult time. I… know I can't fully understand what you've been through, but driving yourself crazy about it won't solve anything, will it?”
“But my own father tried to hurt me! Tried to hurt both of us! How am I just supposed to get over that?”
Pyrrha's smile slipped away as if it had never been there. “You're right. Gosh, it's such a terrible thing… I'm sorry. Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.”
“No… you're right. I should be the one to apologize. This whole situation is insane, and here you are, doing your best to help me through it and I'm just… ugh. Don't pay any attention to me.”
By then, they were in the classroom and needed to be quiet. Weiss continued to contemplate her life throughout the period, chewing on the end of her pencil while her mind raced around in useless circles. There was really nothing she could do. Eventually, she focused on her work, as Pyrrha had suggested; maybe she had a good point. At the very least, it made her feel as if she had purpose.
Between classes, she found Blake waiting for her at her locker. The Italian Dragon seemed to have a lot on her mind, as well.
“Is something wrong?” she asked immediately.
“Not really. Except… well, Mom didn't make it home until really late last night. This… never mind. Maybe that's none of my business to ask about.”
At that, Weiss couldn't help grinning from ear-to-ear. “Ohhhh. A little worried, are we? I didn't think you got worried.”
“Shut up, Schnee. Do you know what happened or not? She was tired and ignored my questions.”
“She was helping my mother. As it turns out, there were a lot of financial papers and things to sort through, but she thinks she might have a way to help us keep our house. Even if Father leaves us. Not that I understand all of it - or most of it, even. But it’s promising.”
That certainly shut Blake up for a moment. She leaned back against the locker, staring down at her boots and mulling that over in her head. Weiss expected her to reply eventually, but when she never did, she leaned against the neighboring locker alongside her friend.
“The two of them seemed to be getting along famously. It's… strange to think about your parents having friends, the same way we have friends. Is it kooky for me to hope they keep getting along?”
“Hmm…” Blake held her chin in her hand. “My mom is pretty… friendly. Oh well.” Trying to waft that subject away, she asked, “Heard from Yang?”
“Not yet,” she sighed. “Kali said she would escort me over there tonight, so her mother doesn't try to choke me again.”
“Wild,” she laughed, and Weiss smiled. After a few seconds of that shared moment stretched on, she said, “Hey. Sorry about being such a… I don't know. Whatever it is I am all the time. Annoying, negative, grouchy. Especially with everything you have going on at home. That’s terrible, and I probably wasn’t helping.”
She waved a hand to dismiss the sentiment. “It's alright.”
“It's not. You're pretty cool, Daddio.”
The unexpected praise only made her grin widen further. Blake rolled her eyes and immediately walked away, clearly not wanting to confront so many emotions in one day. But it couldn't erase the truth: little by little, the Dragons really were accepting her as one of their own.
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At lunch, Weiss only stopped by the table where her new friends congregated for a brief moment, to check in and assure them everything was alright. Then she made a beeline for the one up front where she expected to find…
“Ruby!”
The girl started again before flashing a nervous little smile. “Oh, hey, Weiss! Here you are again! Talking to me! For… some reason!”
“Because you're my friend,” she told her with a patient little smile as she sat down. “Listen… I don't know if you heard about it, but Yang…”
“Oh.” Her silver eyes pointed down at the table. “That. Yeah, Uncle Qrow told me. He still has contacts in that old crowd of his.”
“Really?” Penny asked, reminding them that she was also at the table. “What did he tell you?”
“The accident really wasn't that bad,” Weiss pressed in a quiet voice, reaching over to pat Ruby's forearm. “She got a bunch of bruises and scratches, and dislocated her shoulder. As long as she takes it easy on that shoulder for a little while, she should heal up right as rain in no time. I promise.”
Ruby breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good. I know she hates me, but I really do worry about her, y’know?”
“Don’t say that. Yang doesn’t hate you at all. She’s just…” How could she put this that wouldn’t make things seem worse than they were? Luckily, she had put a lot of thought into what she was going to say, even if she was second-guessing herself now. “I think - and maybe I’m wrong, so don’t blame me if I am - I think her mother has really poisoned her against you and your uncle. She seems to see everyone but Yang as the enemy. So even though she doesn’t hate you, I think she feels like talking to you or him is some kind of… I don’t know. Betrayal?”
“Yeah, maybe.” She sounded a lot smaller now. “Thanks for stopping by. I’ll… think about that, I guess?”
Why did she have the feeling she was being dismissed? “Oh. I, um, I can go if you want.”
“Don’t you want to? I mean, didn’t you come over here to tell me about Yang? You told me. I don’t want to make you hang around here any longer than you needed to.”
“What?” Her sullen demeanor suddenly made a lot of sense; she thought Weiss was only hanging around her to talk about Yang. Which was near enough true, all things considered, even though she had begun to think of her as a friend beyond that single connection. “Ohhh… oh, Ruby, it’s not like that. I just… I thought you would be concerned about your sister, that’s all.”
“Not really. She doesn’t like me, so what’s the point?” Her tone of voice betrayed her true feelings; she was trying not to care.
“Why do you think no one likes you? I do, and so does Yang. I’m really sorry if that didn’t come across.” Then she reached over to gently shake her by the shoulder. “Hey. Let’s go over to Yang’s tonight.”
Her eyes went round as she glanced up at Weiss. “Ohhhh that’s a bad idea. You thought it was bad when her mom pointed that gun at you - wait until you see what she’ll do to me! Ever since Summer stole Dad, she thought I was a waste of space!”
She wanted to argue against that mentality, but she couldn’t. How could she know Raven’s inner thoughts? Or Summer’s - especially since she was no longer alive? But she didn’t want to wait until she understood everything before intervening in what she saw as a grave injustice.
“No.”
“What?”
“Nope, those aren’t reasons to not visit your sister,” she said firmly, hands on her hips. It made her elbow gouge into Penny’s side, but the firmness of her stance was more important at the moment. “We’re going.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she said softly, looking away.
“We both know that isn’t true. And I know that Yang wants to see you, even if you don’t know it - even if Yang doesn’t know it. We’ll go with Kali; she seems to be pretty good at keeping Raven from roughing anyone up.”
Blinking, she whispered, “Who’s Kali?”
“Oh - it’s, um, it’s Blake Belladonna’s mother.”
“You call her mom by her first name? Wow… the Dragons really are crazy hep cats.”
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The minute classes ended, Weiss approached Blake and asked her if it would be alright if they went to her house after cheer practice let out. Though she was sneering very slightly at Ruby the whole time - who seemed to magically shrink from the attention - she relented. They had a little problem, now: how could they all get over there on a single motorcycle?
Pyrrha solved that problem. They followed Blake there in her car. Weiss opted to sit in the backseat with Ruby, explaining beforehand to her friend that the girl was nervous and would need more support.
“So,” Pyrrha began, glancing into the rearview mirror as they turned a gentle curve. “I’ve been wondering about something.”
“What?” Weiss asked.
“No, about Ruby.” The girl started at being addressed. “Why do you wear that hooded shirt in school? It isn’t exactly fashionable. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course! I’m merely curious.”
Her arms wrapped around the red cotton garment. “It used to belong to my parents. Dad gave it to Mom when they were in school, and she left it to me when she died.”
“Oh,” Weiss breathed.
“Oh?” Pyrrha asked. But she caught the sad look in Ruby’s eyes via the reflection and didn’t dare comment further.
Weiss knew her best friend would rather die herself than make someone else uncomfortable, so she tried to fill the void in the conversation. “It looks very warm. Does… it keep you warm?”
“Yeah,” Ruby breathed. Sensing they weren’t sure what else to say, she tried for a weak little smile. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s been a long time since we lost her. It’s just hard, having no parents; Uncle Qrow is great, but he can’t replace my dad, or my mom. But it only hurts when I really sit there and think about it, y’know?”
The other two nodded, not sure what else to say on the subject. Maybe it was best left alone.
Kali fawned over Ruby as much as Weiss expected. The unexpected bit was that she didn’t flirt with her. Flirting was such a prominent part of the woman’s personality that she had begun to suspect she didn’t know how to turn it off. Apparently, that wasn’t the case.
“She’s a girl,” Kali whispered back when confronted with that, while they were fetching drinks from the kitchen. Blake had been glaring at Ruby when they ducked out, but Pyrrha helped to distract her while Ruby called her uncle to let her know where she was and what she was doing. “Honestly, Weiss, what must you think of me?”
“Doesn’t seem to stop you from flirting with me, does it?”
“No, you’re a woman. A young one, but a woman nonetheless. That poor child out there is not ready for that kind of teasing and I wouldn’t dream of attempting it, even as a joke. Could use a mother as much as you could.” As she handed her the pitcher of lemonade and began to fetch tumblers, she said, “Besides, I’ve barely ruffled your feathers and we both know it.”
Stamping her foot, she snapped, “You said you would ‘make me see stars’!”
“Yes, but I didn’t actually do it, now, did I? Nor did I take you to any quiet, secluded spots at Lookout Point, nor did I offer a massage of dubious platonicness.” Her hand paused mid-movement. “Is that a word? ‘Platonicness’? Oh well, unimportant.”
Weiss supposed that was true. Even though she had been flirting fairly heavily, it never quite approached the level of seriousness that Yang's flirtations had. They were more on par with Blake’s - which she supposed made sense, since they were related. Rather forward compared to the few boys who had flirted with her, but also half in jest. If she had to put her finger on the reason it felt stronger from Kali, it was because the older woman was so much more confident than the girls her own age. Maybe she had been reading too much into those situations, after all.
And maybe it didn't matter anymore. Unless she had missed her guess, Blake's mother now had designs on her own. What an insane development! But again, she could just be seeing things that weren't there. Kali had also been very kind to Pyrrha and Yang, and any other young Dragon whom she deemed lacking in the parental affection department. She was a very warm and loving woman all around.
“I'm not really sure,” Ruby said between sips of her lemonade, once they were all seated comfortably in the living room. Although Blake looked a little bit less comfortable than the others - but then again, she always seemed on edge unless it was just the younger Dragons hanging out at Shopkeeper’s. “But I think he was already out by the time I went to live with him. So was Yang's mom.”
“That part, I know quite well,” Kali muttered, more to herself than anything. Weiss winced; none of them really wanted to dig into that topic too deeply at all. “I do remember what Qrow was like when he left to rejoin the Huntsmen, but completely lost track of him after that.”
The girl's narrow shoulders shrugged. “No idea. But this is pretty weird, being with people from my dad's old gang. Have… you heard from him?”
The anxiousness in Ruby’s features made Kali answer in a gentler tone. “Sorry. I wish I could say differently, but the last I heard of Taiyang was when he stepped down as High Dragon, and then when he and Raven split up.”
“I'm glad they did, or they wouldn't have been able to make me,” she joked feebly.
“That's very true. I think it was best for everyone involved - including making sure I got to meet such a little sweetheart.” Ruby's smile widened, and she laughed. “See?”
Blake rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. “Yeah, yeah, what a kitten. You still haven't answered my question, Mom.”
“Blake…” With a heavy sigh, she turned her attention to her daughter, hands folded in her lap. Apparently, she hadn’t wanted any lemonade for herself. “I did. Raven would probably only accept Ruby coming into her house because she's family. I thought you could glean from it that you coming along would be unwise.”
“But I want to see her! How is it fair that you guys can go check on my best friend but I can't? How?! Ruby's her sister, sure, but who the hell are you? Or Weiss? Or this other redhead?”
Holding up both of her hands in self-defense, Pyrrha flashed her a weak smile. “Oh, I agree with you; it's not my place to go in and visit your friend. I'll either head straight home from here, or wait outside.”
“Good,” she grumbled.
“But don't you think you're being a little unfair to Weiss? She and Yang have become very close. I know she would bring you along if it were up to her, but it isn't. It's up to Yang's mother.”
The irritation only seemed to deepen in Blake's features, but at least it had a new direction. “Damn her… who does she think she is, deciding who Yang can talk to? The Queen of England?”
“You really don't have to do all this for me,” Ruby put in with an awkward squirm, uncomfortable at Blake resenting her for her ‘spot’ on the guest list. “I'm nobody to you.”
“You're my friend,” Weiss insisted. “I know we've only talked a few times, and… that's my fault. There's just been so much going on, and I've been neglecting Pyrrha…”
The minute she was named, the Greek athlete giggled nervously. “Hey, I haven't felt neglected! Well… not much. And I know you can't help it; you never asked for your father to be such a- that is, for what's happened to happen. Please don’t think my feeling left out means I actually blame you for it, especially when we still see each other fairly often. Things will settle down soon; I’m sure of it.”
Her hand went to the bandage covering the welt on her cheek. “I hope so. Still, it's no excuse to forget about my friends - all my friends.” She stood with her hands on her hips. “Ruby Rose!”
“U-uh, yes? What?”
“You will come with Pyrrha and I to my house after we visit Yang!”
The silver eyes went wider in surprise. “I will? I mean, um, y-yeah! That sounds… great?” She glanced at Pyrrha as if for support, but the taller teenager only shrugged. “Yeah! Though I'm not really sure… why?”
“Didn't I make that clear? You're my friend, and I want you to start feeling like it. We could go to the malt shop instead, if you would rather. I just…” She swallowed hard before she continued. “You were right; even though you didn’t say it, I’ve only been talking to you because you’re Yang’s sister, and that isn’t fair.”
“Oh, no, I never-”
“So we’re going to be real friends from now on. That’s final!”
This time, Ruby was a little bemused along with her confusion. “Um… okay. Okay, good! Sounds neato keen - let’s get a malted after we visit Yang!”
“Or - we could go get one now, and then bring it to Yang! Couldn’t we?” Looking unsure, she turned to Kali. “Could we?”
Chuckling at Weiss’s enthusiasm, Mrs. Belladonna stood again and began to shoo the girls toward the kitchen. “I’ll show you how to make them right here, so we won’t even have to steal the diner’s glasses. I’m afraid they’ll have to all be chocolate; I don’t have any strawberries on hand. But I always have plenty of Ovaltine.”
That made Ruby’s face light up even brighter. “Oh my gosh! I love Ovaltine! So rich and chocolatey! I always imagine that I’m sharing a glass with Little Orphan Annie herself…”
Though Weiss could just barely catch the words “What a square” from Blake, muttered very quietly, she also noticed the hesitant smile on her lips. Ruby could probably win just about anyone over.
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Fighting their way into Raven’s home went a lot smoother than it had the last time. She still threatened them with a butcher knife, and they had to wait for her and Kali to finish their staring contest before they could be let through. Ruby’s insistence that the malts were melting seemed to help, against all reasoning. After an even more sour glare pointed down in the younger girl’s direction, the woman lowered the knife and stomped into her kitchen without so much as a word.
“That’s going to keep being a problem,” Kali sighed as they walked through.
“Yes, it is.” Weiss perked up slightly and stopped. “Is that… Johnny Mathis coming from the kitchen?” The instant she mentioned it, the music stopped. “Never mind.”
As they kept moving again, Kali whispered, “Raven’s a lot more sentimental than she wanted anyone to know. I’d always catch her singing old standards when she thought no one was listening, like ‘The Way You Look Tonight’, ‘Cheek To Cheek’ - and all the Dragons loved Billie Holiday in those days.” Her eyes softened. “I thought that sentimentality got bled out of her, but maybe…”
Then they were edging into Yang’s room. The bedridden Dragon looked morose, gazing up at the ceiling, but more or less the same in terms of her physical health. Seeing them leaning in through the doorway changed her face completely, and she lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Weiss! Mrs. B., what’s- how did you get in here?”
“Through the front door, silly,” Kali laughed. “You have another visitor, too.”
“Really? Where?”
They both ducked back out and found Ruby had hung back. She looked about as terrified as she had facing down Raven with a knife, which really said something. Kali wrapped an arm around her and nudged her into the room.
“U-uhh, I, uhh…”
Yang’s face changed again, and this time not for the better. The best way Weiss could think of to describe it would be that all the light faded; she wasn’t angry, or upset, but her enthusiasm for their visit was gone. “Oh. Hi, Ruby.”
“Malted.”
“What?”
“Oh, I, um…” She brought the chilled glass out from behind her back. “We brought you s-something to cheer you up. It’s chocolate! I… I don’t know, do you like chocolate?”
“It’s fine,” she answered shortly. Behind Ruby’s back, Weiss motioned for Yang to keep going. “Thanks, I guess.”
Disappointed in that being the best she could do, Weiss could only look on hopelessly as Ruby squeaked, “Here! Y-you can have it and I’ll get out of your hai-”
Boy, did she let her have it.
In hindsight, they should have been able to predict it would happen. Ruby tripped over her own clumsy feet and dumped the entire chocolate milkshake onto Yang. Her face, hair, clothes, the bedsheets beneath her, all became coated in frothy, sweet dairy. There were even a few splatters on the wall behind her. Yang could do nothing but blink, stunned beyond words.
Time stood still for a second or two before Ruby blinked herself, kneeling on the floor with the now-empty glass between her hands. Then she squeaked, “OH! Oh no! What- I didn’t- oh no oh no oh no, I’m sorry! Gee whiz, what’s wrong with me?!”
Yang’s finger swiped through the chocolate on her cheek and drew away to look at it. As she did so, Kali commented in a somewhat urgent voice, “Now, Yang, be reasonable. This was clearly an accident.”
“I’m such a spaz! Yang, I… I’m sorry!” That seemed to be as much as she could do before she started scrambling to leave, stumbling again to headbutt Weiss in the stomach.
“OOF! Ruby!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, everybody! Super duper sorry! Oh, just kill me now! This is the worst thing I’ve…”
Her voice faded when she began to hear the laughter. It started out a little low, and then began to build until Yang was guffawing and slapping her thigh, sending yet more little droplets of chocolatey shake everywhere. Her cheeks turned red from lack of oxygen, and the other three women stood by and gaped at her for a moment, unsure how to take this development.
“Oh my GOD, the look on your face! Priceless! Really tickled me!”
Still snorting and falling over onto her side, Yang couldn’t seem to catch breath, she was laughing so hard. A little at a time, Kali and Weiss began to join her, the sight too funny to be resisted. Ruby didn’t, of course; she was still too mortified at her own actions.
“I’ll clean it up!” she squealed over the others. “Honest, I- I will! Promise! Where’s your, um… mop? Washcloth? Rug shampooer? Where do I start?”
“Get over here!” Still terrified, Ruby obeyed - and Yang grabbed her and pulled her into a headlock, rubbing her fist against her crown. “You little germ!”
“AH! You’re getting the malt all over me!”
“You’re damn right I am - if I have to wear it, so do you!”
Little by little, Ruby began to giggle as she was gently manhandled by her big sister, including a few pokes to her ribs, which got her legs windmilling off the edge of the bed. Kali and Weiss could breathe a sigh of relief at last; even though it wasn’t ideal, maybe this had been exactly what those two needed.
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Stucky x reader w/ degradation🥴
So uh… degradation’s not really my thing (not judging - you do you, girl!) so this kind of went off the rails a bit. Sorry!
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: degradation (ish), spanking, safe word, sub drop, aftercare, 18+
Your boys cherished you beyond belief, no doubt about it. They valued you – loved you so much that they put you on a pedestal fit for a princess. You meant the world to them. They just showed it differently.
Steve certainly wasn’t shy about his feelings. He always made sure to tell you multiple times a day how much he loved you, sweet words bookended with a quick peck on the lips. When the two of you were apart, usually because of missions, he’d text you whenever he was thinking about you – quite often, actually – and he called you every night before he went to bed, covert ops be damned. By saying it out loud, he knew that you knew.
Bucky, on the other hand, was a man of action. He didn’t tell you so much as show you his love. He liked to lace his fingers with yours when you walked on the street together, and sometimes, he’d bring you flowers: a single one from your garden at the compound, or every now and then a bouquet of them he picked up whilst in town. He’d kiss you on the forehead, the back of your hand – anywhere, really, because he loved every part of you.
You knew they loved you – which was why you loved the way they fucked you.
“You’re all ours, aren’t you, baby girl?” Bucky whispered, his warm fingers tweaking one of your nipples. You could feel his hard cock pressed up against your lower back from where you were lying in between his legs. “Our little fuck toy.”
“Yes—Yes, I’m all yours,” you stammered, voice breathy with want.
“That’s right,” Steve hummed against the inside of your thigh as he pressed a kiss to the soft, tender skin there, causing your head to lull back against Bucky’s shoulder.
“Tell Stevie what you want,” Bucky whispered into your ear, using his tongue to trace the shell of it and you shivered. “You want him to fuck you? Then be a good girl and use your words.”
Another kiss, closer this time – closer to where you wanted Steve most, and your eyelids fluttered shut.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve coaxed, his hot breath fanning against your soaked core – but all you could do was moan and buck your hips up against him, and he regretfully pulled away.
“Stevie, please,” you whimpered, bucking your hips again to no avail.
The ache in your pussy was unbearable with all the teasing they’d put you through over the last couple of hours – sultry whispers and subtle flirting over dinner and drinks with the team, which ended with your panties shoved into Steve’s pocket and Bucky’s wandering fingers between your thighs at the kitchen table.
“I don’t know, Buck. Looks like she needs to remember her place.”
Steve’s tone sent another shiver through you – firm and full of command.
Bucky’s metal hand slowly trailed up your stomach and in between your breasts, before his fingers loosely wrapped around your throat. The cold chill was a stark contrast to your flushed skin, and your nipples noticeably pebbled as he growled into your ear, “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your fuck toy,” you gasped, and his fingers tightened just a little in warning – wrong answer. “Your dirty little slut. All yours. Please.”
When his fingers tightened again, your pussy clenched around nothing.
“You don’t even care whose cock it is, do you?” Bucky taunted. “So long as someone’s fucking you.”
If you said no, then you’d be punished; but if you said yes, it would have been a lie.
You went with honesty.
“No,” you admitted, moaning when Steve sucked a bruise against your inner thigh. “I don’t care. I don’t fucking care, please just—”
Then you inhaled sharply when Steve slid one of his slick fingers inside you – into your ass, and only up to his first knuckle. It wasn’t a reward, but a punishment. The slight pain was offset by the pleasure of finally having something inside of you, even if it wasn’t what you really wanted – your pussy stuffed full.
“Christ, how are you always this tight?” Steve sounded almost amazed as he pushed in further. While he was never as outright as Bucky was when it came to treating you like this, like an object, the implication was enough: they fucked you enough that you definitely shouldn’t have been.
Your back arched at the intrusion, your core positively dripping with need but neither of them had any intention of helping with that anytime soon.
“I thought you didn’t care,” Bucky said dryly. “Guess you don’t want us to fuck you, then.”
A whine escaped you at Bucky’s comment while Steve worked his finger all the way inside, almost as if to emphasize that point – and then he pulled it out, ordering, “On your knees.”
You immediately pulled yourself up onto all fours to offer your ass to him, kneeling between Bucky’s spread legs. You knew what was coming; you’d been particularly mouthy tonight, for one, and entirely too eager for another.
Even still, when Steve’s hand connected harshly with your backside, you swore loudly.
“That’s not a number,” Bucky scoffed. “Count, princess, or you’re not getting a damn thing.”
“One,” you responded obediently. Another slap echoed throughout the room, then, “T-Two.”
By the time you reached five, your ass was red and burning; and when you hit ten, you were about ready to cry.
“Think she’s learned her lesson?” Steve asked, his large palm soothing the burn from the last slap.
Yes. Yes you had.
That was when Bucky used his warm hand to gently tilt your face up, and when he saw the tears in your eyes, his features softened just a little. “Colour?”
You responded with a quiet, shaky, “Green.”
His thumb traced your cheekbone before a moment before he buried his fingers in your hair and tugged your head forward, toward his cock. He didn’t even get the chance to tell you what to do this time because you were already taking him into your mouth and down your throat.
“Fuck,” he cursed, fingers tightening in your hair. “Fuck, Steve, get her ready.”
Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He finally, finally put you out of your misery with his tongue, exploring your slick folds with a certain ease and familiarity that always drove you crazy – especially when he kissed and licked his way higher, to your tight hole. If nothing else, Steve always devoured you like a man starved.
You’d been worked up so much and for so long that this time, when he slid two fingers into your ass, you came. It was a weak orgasm, forced out of you from pure, unbridled desperation – unexpected and unwanted. You hadn’t been given permission to cum, but it happened all the same.
You pulled your mouth off of Bucky to sob, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it back.”
There were more tears, and this time, they fell.
“Sweetheart,” Steve spoke gently as he withdrew his fingers from you. “Honey. What’s your colour?”
His question caught you by surprise; you’d just been asked a couple of minutes prior, but things had changed so quickly. For the first time since the three of you had been together, you mumbled a quiet, “Yellow.”
It was probably more of a red, if you were honest, but you felt guilty enough as it was. You didn’t even know why you were crying and that made you feel even worse.
“Shh, come here,” Bucky soothed you, gathering you into his arms. “We’re gonna stay like this for a little while. Okay?”
You nodded, burying your face in his chest not for comfort but because were embarrassed. Mortified, really, because you were crying like an idiot and you couldn’t control your emotions. It was ridiculous. And now you’d ruined the scene, when you knew that they were both just as worked up as you.
“I’m sorry,” you repeated, voice muffled.
Steve trailed sweet kisses over your shoulders and neck, his large hand massaging gentle circles on your lower back. “You don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart. I think you got a little overwhelmed.”
You immediately tensed up at his response. You knew that he was probably right, but that didn’t make you feel any better.
Steve pulled the blankets over the three of you while Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
Bucky said your nickname, but when that didn’t seem to catch your attention, he added, “Hey. Look at me.”
You slowly, hesitantly turned your head to look up at him, resting your chin on his chest, and his eyes softened on yours.
“You have nothing to feel sorry about. Okay?”
You nodded again – and this time, you believed it just a little more. “Okay.”
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Hey! If you want prompts how about some cute/angsty Yang meeting Blake’s mom and just having no clue that this is what having a mom feels like. I absolutely love your writing! Hope you’re well!
Thank for this! This was really cathartic for me to write, having lost a parent myself. Also posted on ao3 as “When It Hits” \o/
“Oh, honey!” Kali Belladonna said, taking Blake into her arms. Yang shifted her weight, her hands tightening around the bright yellow flowers she had brought. “I’ve missed you so much!” Kali’s eyes darted to her over Blake’s shoulder and smiled, her eyes softening. “It’s good to see you again, Yang.”
The mother and daughter broke apart as Yang smiled back and ignored the heat in her throat. “It’s good to see you too, Mrs. Belladonna,” she said. “I brought you these.” She held out the flowers and thrust them into Kali’s hands.
Kali rolled her eyes and accepted the blooms. “Yang, you can call me Kali, I think we’re at that point,” she said as she ushered them inside. The size of the Belladonna house never failed to intimidate and amaze Yang, and her eyes traced over the beautiful interior.
“Where’s Dad?” Blake asked, looking around.
“He had to go out to Opala,” Kali explained. “He should be back next week.”
“Girls’ weekend, then,” Blake said, rolling her eyes. Blake reached for Yang’s hand and smiled, squeezing. “Come on, let’s go unpack.”
“I’m making lunch!” Kali said as Blake led her away.
“Thanks, Mom!” Blake called, leading Yang through the maze of rooms back to her room. Yang smiled as she was pulled along through the mansion, trying to get her bearings back from the last time she had visited. She could get to Blake’s room, the bathroom, and the kitchen, and that was about it.
Blake closed the door behind them and pressed Yang against the door, kissing her lips with a smile on her face. Yang grinned, but she gently pulled back and pressed their foreheads together. “We need to unpack,” she said, raising a brow. Her hands somehow found themselves holding Blake’s waist, though, and she gently kissed Blake’s lips once more.
“Five minutes,” Blake breathed. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, and she was staring at Yang’s mouth. Yang shook her head, reaching up to press a finger to Blake’s soft lips. Blake raised a brow. “Really?”
“Really,” she said, stepping back. She dropped her bag on the floor and unzipped it. “Where can I put my stuff?” she asked as she kneeled on the ground and brushed her hair behind her ears.
“In the dresser,” Blake said with a sigh. Blake got down beside her and started unpacking. “I’m sorry about my mom, I know she can be a lot.”
Yang’s throat thickened. “Don’t worry about it,” she said as casually as she could muster. “I love your mom. She’s great.” And Kali was great. She was warm and caring, and she obviously loved Blake. Blake had told her countless stories about Kali and Ghira from her childhood, about spending days fishing with her mom and cooking with her dad. She was a good mom, and even if Kali wasn’t Blake’s mother, Yang would like her. Kali had the same sharp intellect as her daughter, and she was loving.
“Yeah, she is,” Blake said, not picking up on Yang’s stiffness. “But you can call her whatever you want. Kali, Mrs. Belladonna, whatever. She just wants you to be comfortable.”
“I know.” She cleared her throat. “And I am!”
Blake looked up at her. “Are you?” she asked.
“I am,” she repeated, softening her tone. “Your family is great.” Blake’s face was still tight with worry, but she nodded. Yang reached over and squeezed her hand. “Really. I love your parents, you know that.”
“You’d tell me if there was a problem?” she asked, biting her lip.
“I would, but there’s no problem, baby. This week is going to be awesome.”
They finished packing in relative silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, but the type of silence that came from years of partnership and knowing the other person and accepting them as they were. Yang didn’t have to pretend, not around Blake. But for the first time in months, maybe even years, she felt herself drawing back from Blake.
Yang just felt off. It could’ve been the time of year. She knew what tomorrow was, and, normally, it didn’t affect her, just made her a little more sensitive than usual. But there was something else sleeping beneath her skin, twisting and curling, and she didn’t know what it was. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with her, because nothing was wrong. Everything was lovely. She was on vacation with her girlfriend on a beautiful island, things literally couldn’t be better.
“Come on, let’s go eat,” Blake said, straightening up.
Yang nodded, and she followed her out of the room and into the kitchen. Kali was at the stove, flipping sandwiches in a pan. Yang’s stomach grumbled, and she blushed as Blake laughed. “Can I help at all, Kali?” she asked, remembering to use her first name instead of her last.
Kali laughed and shook her head. “You’re a sweetheart, Yang, but no, you girls just sit down. I put out some lemonade.” Kali gave her a wink. “I remember you liked it from the last time you two visited.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Thank you,” she said, sitting down next to Blake. She took a deep drink from her glass, relishing in the lemon and minty taste. She had never had lemonade with mint in it before she had first visited Menagerie, and it quickly became a favorite of hers. Kali made it by hand, and there was nothing quite so refreshing.
She felt Blake looking at her and smiled. “Delicious,” she said, licking the taste from her lips.
Kali came over and put toasted sandwiches down in front of them. “Dig in, girls,” she said, sitting down to Blake’s left with her own plate.
They practically wolfed down the sandwiches. Travel always made her hungry, and there was nothing like a home cooked meal. Well, a home cooked meal she didn’t have to cook. Blake was a lot of things, but she was not beyond proficient in the kitchen. Yang didn’t mind it, she liked cooking, and Blake would do the dishes, and it worked out. Still, it was nice.
“It’s delicious, Mom,” Blake said.
“Really good,” Yang added, going in for another bite.
Kali beamed. “Good. I’m glad.” Kali leaned over and pressed a kiss to Blake’s forehead. Blake rolled her eyes, but Yang didn’t miss the pleased look in her eyes. Her own stomach twisted, and she took another drink of her lemonade. Her mouth curled at the sourness, but she kept drinking.
“So, I was thinking we could go to the market later,” Kali said. “Yang, you didn’t get to see a true market day the last time you were here, I thought you would like to see it.” Kali smiled at her, and Yang’s heart panged.
“That would be nice,” she agreed. “I promised Ruby I would bring her something back.” Ruby, she knew, had been thinking along the lines of a shell, but Yang wanted to get her something else, something more. “And my dad wanted some flower, I can’t remember the name of it.”
“Plumeria,” Blake said. “He wanted plumerias.”
Yang rolled her eyes and nodded. “Thank you,” she said, a teasing tone in her voice. “What would I do without you?” Blake squeezed her hand, ears flattening against her head in delight.
“We’ll do that on the last day of your visit. We want them to last the journey, after all.” Kali smiled again, brighter this time. “So we can go to market today and look around for something for your sister.”
“Thank you,” Yang said. Her throat bobbed.
Kali turned to Blake. “You picked a good one,” she said with a wink. “Very polite. I like her.”
Yang flushed as Blake complained, “Mom!”
“What? Yang knows I like her. She’s nice and polite, and she’s good for you.” Kali reached for Blake and rubbed her knee. “You can’t blame me for being happy for you.” Kali’s gold eyes met Yang’s and softened. “For both of you.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Blake said.
Yang nodded, but she stayed quiet. Her insides twisted, and she took another drink.
Yang padded out to the kitchen, barely holding back a yawn. She had left Blake sleeping in bed, and she had spent five minutes untangling her limbs from Blake’s in an attempt to get out of bed. Blake was a light sleeper, and Yang knew she needed the rest. Travel took a lot of her, out of both of them, but Yang had been up for a half hour with no hope of falling back asleep. So to the kitchen she went.
She started a kettle for tea and took a seat at the kitchen table as she waited for the water to boil. Yang held her head up with her hand, blearily blinking at the rising sun. It was beautiful and a dark yolky yellow, even in the gray of the morning. She could see the beach from the house, and the water was glowing with early light.
“What are you doing up?” a soft voice asked.
Yang turned around in her chair to see Kali wrapped up in a robe, her hair mussed with sleep. She looked so much like Blake. Yang smiled weakly. “Couldn’t sleep,” she said. “Figured I would get an early start to the day and hope I would sleep better tonight.” She hesitated, but added, “What about you? What are you doing up?”
Kali smiled back, a soft and pitying slip of her lips. Yang hated pity, but there was so much warmth in Kali’s eyes that she couldn’t muster up the anger. “I was going to surprise you two with a picnic on the beach later,” Kali said.
Yang’s heart panged. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“I wanted to,” Kali said. She took a seat across from Yang. “When Blake was younger and Ghira was away, I would always take her on picnics. I thought it was high time to revive that tradition.”
“That’s really nice,” she said. There was a lump in her throat, and she tried to swallow it down only to fail. Yang averted her gaze and stared back out the window. “You’re a good mom.” She could feel Kali’s smile brighten, even though she wasn’t looking at her. “Blake really loves you.”
A pause. “Are you alright, Yang?” Kali asked softly.
Yang blinked, her head jerking to look back at Kali. “I’m fine,” she said, brow furrowing. “Why?”
Kali placed her hands on the table, and her golden eyes were flickering with worry. “You’ve seemed a little off since you’ve gotten here, sweetheart. You don’t seem like yourself.” Kali scooted closer. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Yang’s throat thickened with heat. “You’re just a really good mom,” she said, her voice cracking. She wasn’t sure what made her chest crack open, if it had been Kali’s unending hospitality and openness or the day, but she felt her eyes heat with tears. “Blake is really lucky to have you.”
“What’s wrong?” Kali asked. Kali reached for her hand and squeezed.
She took a deep breath. “Today’s my mom’s birthday,” she said. “My real mom. Not my birth mother.” Yang wiped at her face with her free hand. “My mom, she went on a mission and didn’t come back.” She wasn’t sure what Blake had told her parents about her own parental situation.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Kali breathed, squeezing her hand.
“I didn’t think I would be this upset,” she said. She averted her gaze. “I mean, I’m usually fine, it’s just-” She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “I see you, and Blake, and I see how much you two love each other, and I miss that. I want that.” Her voice sounded small, even to her own ears. Yang ducked her head. “I know it’s silly, I just-” She broke off and sucked in a breath.
“It’s not silly,” Kali said gently. “It’s what you’re feeling. Of course you’re hurting right now. It makes sense.” Kali squeezed her hand. “It’s the kind of pain that doesn’t go away.”
“Yeah,” she sniffed. “And I didn’t tell Blake, because I thought I would be fine, and I didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing, but I guess it’s not nothing. I miss my mom.” She wiped at her eyes. “I miss my mom, and I see you two, and I’m so happy. I’m so happy Blake has that, and you have ever, but I miss having that.”
She took a deep breath and continued. “My mom will never meet Blake,” she said. “My mom won’t be able to get to know her. I will never know if she would approve of us or not, and even though I know she would, I’ll never get that confirmation because she’s not here to tell me herself. She’s not here, and I don’t have my mom.” She snorted. “I don’t have my mom, and I accepted that a long, long time ago, but, Brothers, sometimes it just hits and-”
Yang closed her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I shouldn’t be going off on you.”
“Sweetheart,” Kali began, “you’re hurting. I’m here for you.” Kali’s gold eyes were tender. Not pitying, not quite, but sympathetic, empathetic. Comforting. “I’d rather you talk about it than keep it in.” She squeezed her hand again.
“But-”
“No buts,” Kali chided. “You need a little love and care right now. I don’t mind providing that. You’re a joy to be around, Yang, and you make Blake so happy. I’m so happy that you trusted me with this, even if I am so sorry that you went through that.” She gave Yang a small smile. “But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that your mom loves you so much, Yang. She would just be happy that you’re happy.”
“I know,” she said.
“But it still hurts,” Kali finished.
Yang nodded. “It does,” she said quietly.
Kali squeezed her hand again. “I know something about being a mom,” Kali said. “And I know that your mom was so lucky and so happy to have you in her life, to have you as her child. She may not be here, sweetheart, but I know she made you who you are today, and I know that she was a great woman because of that. A great mother.”
“She was,” she croaked. Yang wiped at her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart.” Kali rubbed her thumb over the back of Yang’s palm. “I know nothing will ever replace your mom, but there are people who love you and would want you to talk to them when you’re hurting.”
“Is this your way of saying I should talk to Blake?” she asked.
“Maybe.” Kali smiled. “You should reach out when you need help. And I think my daughter can help you more than I can.”
Yang shook her head. “You’ve helped. You’ve helped a lot.”
“Good. I’m glad.” Another squeeze. “Is there anything you would like to do today? To honor your mother?”
Yang paused before nodding. “I’d like to do a toast to her,” she said. “At breakfast, or whenever. If that’s alright.”
“Of course that’s alright, sweetheart.” Kali hesitated, pulling her hand back. “Do you want a hug?” she asked. “It’s okay if you don’t.”
“A hug would be nice,” she admitted.
Kali wrapped her up in her arms, and Yang closed her eyes tight. Her embrace was warm and comforting and a balm to her aching soul. There was no replacement for a mother’s love, and there never would be a way to bandage the hole in her chest, but hugs never hurt.
They broke apart. “Why don’t you go wake Blake up, and I’ll make pancakes,” Kali said. “I think you two need to talk.”
Yang nodded, standing up from her chair. Just then, the kettle started to whistle. She moved for the stove, but Kali batted her hands away. “I got this. Go take care of yourself and wake my daughter up.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Really, Kali. Thank you.”
Kali smiled at her. “Of course, sweetheart.”
Yang and Blake walked side by side on the beach, holding hands as the waves crept up to kiss their ankles. “You could have told me,” Blake said.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Yang said, brushing her free hand through her hair. “I thought I would be fine. And your mom really helped. She really is great.”
Blake sighed. “I’m glad,” she said. “But don’t be afraid to tell me things, Yang.”
Yang nodded. “I’ll send all the important dates to your Scroll when we get back,” she promised, squeezing Blake’s hand. “My mom’s birthday, the last day I saw her, Ruby’s birthday, my birthday-”
“I know when your birthday is,” Blake interrupted.
“You never know if you’ll forget,” she said with a wicked smile.
Blake tried to look offended, but she ended up just looking cute. “How are you feeling now?” Blake asked, swinging their hands between them.
Yang took a deep breath, looking out over the ocean. “Calmer,” she said.
At peace.
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A Rocket Coincidence (Part 13)
Part 12 / Part 14
Friday night came faster than Kali would have thought given how much she was looking forward to it. They hadn’t had a good girls night out in a while and they both could use the break. Mara, of course, had insisted that absolutely none of their clothes were good enough for this occasion and had dragged Kali shopping; which was how Kali ended up with the new little black dress she was slipping into Friday night.
“What’s this place called again?” Kali asked as Mara joined her and leaned against the front of the bathroom sink.
“Echo. Here, sit, let me.” Mara took the eyeliner out of Kali’s hand and made her take a seat. “It’s only the hottest up and coming club around.” She continued as she worked on Kali’s eyeliner. “And it has the added benefit of being right around the corner, so even after a night in these heels we can still walk home.”
“You’ve given this a lot of thought, huh?”
“Only a little. There.” Mara took a step back to survey her work. “Now come on, ladies are half cover for the next hour.”
Kali was surprised at the line outside Echo, Mara hadn’t been kidding when she said this was one of the hottest spots in town. As they approached Kali started heading towards the back of the line but Mara grabbed Kali’s hand and pulled her to the front.
“Hey, Dwayne!” Mara greeted the bouncer. “How’s the hamstring?”
“It's doing better, that class definitely helped. What brings you ladies here tonight?”
“We,” Mara hugged Kali around the shoulder for emphasis. “Are celebrating a new business venture. Think we can skip the line?” Dwayne didn’t answer immediately as he glanced between the two girls, clearly thinking about something.
“Only if my next class is free.”
“Done!” Mara extended her hand to shake on their deal.
“Alright then, enjoy yourselves ladies.”
Inside the club was as busy as Kali had expected given the line outside. The two friends pushed their way through the crowd to get to the bar first and Mara had to elbow her way in between other patrons to be able to order.
“To new opportunities!” Mara raised her glass for a toast, clinking her shot with Kali’s before downing it and ordering another for herself. “You want a second?”
“Maybe in a bit.”
“Suit yourself.”
Cliff had been gazing idly off into the club when he spotted a familiar face from across the room, Kali’s red hair making her stand out from the crowd. It was his first night in Celadon City and Sierra and Arlo had dragged him out after work. After all, they reminded him, it was becoming a tradition to go out together the first night they all ended up in the same location. While it wasn’t somewhere he might have chosen to get a few drinks he had been outvoted by the other two leaders, although now he was glad they had.
“Earth to Cliff?” Arlo waved a hand in front of the other man’s face.
“Hmm?”
“I asked how new recruiting was going?”
“I thought we weren’t talking shop.” Sierra objected as Cliff took a moment to send a quick text under the table. Kali felt her Pokegear buzz in her bag and pulled it out, clicking on the new message from Cliff.
*You look nice.* Kali’s heart skipped a beat. What? He was here?
“Who’s that? Oooo your boyfriend?” Mara teased, reading the message over Kali’s shoulder.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Okay fine, man crush.” Mara teased again as Kali looked around. She spotted him and two other Team Rocket members, obvious from the large red “R” on their outfits, at a table by the far wall. Seriously, did they ever not go around advertising who they worked for? Cliff nodded at her with a smile.
“He’s not my man crush….oh why do I even bother with you.” Kali blushed.
“Oh come on, I know you too well.” Mara winked. “So does that mean he’s here? What are the odds of that?” Mara looked excited and followed the direction of Kali’s gaze, easily spotting the three. Kali had told her he was part of Team Rocket. “Which one? Tall, bald, and muscles? Or the scrawny one in the oversized glasses and hoodie? No judge either way.”
“It's...the first.” Kali blushed deeper, biting her lip as she prepared for her friend’s critique.
“Look at you girl!” Mara gave Kali a mock punch in the arm. “I mean, aside from the maybe questionable chin patch, damn! That guy is built! I bet he’s got a-”
“Shut up!” Kali laughed, blushing deeper.
It didn't escape Sierra's notice that Cliff was distracted, eyeing him surreptitiously as he kept checking his texts under the table. What could be so damn important that he was practically ignoring her and Arlo, she wondered. She knew he encouraged his subordinates to not hesitate to contact him if they needed but this seemed different. Following his gaze across the bar she spotted the girl with red hair that Sierra recognized from Cliff’s call the other day. So that’s what this was about. While Sierra studied the other girl she hadn’t been paying attention to the ongoing conversation but she was vaguely aware that Cliff said something and Arlo began laughing. She hadn’t heard, or really cared to hear, the joke but she began laughing just the same; over-exaggerating herself by throwing an arm over Cliff’s shoulder and playfully slapping his chest with her other hand. She watched the other girl from under her lashes and when Kali’s mouth opened in surprise Sierra smirked. Good.
Kali turned back to the bar, a sinking feeling in her chest. She tried to shrug it off, why should she feel jealous? She had told him she was spoken for tonight, why should he have said he would be here. It's not like she told him she would be and it's not like either of them would have expected to run into each other here. She glanced over at the table again, eyeing the other woman. The man lived and breathed Team Rocket, of course he would have a girlfriend who was part of it.
“Hey, what is it? I’m only teasing.” Mara questioned, noticing the change in her friend’s demeanor.
“It's fine, I know you are.” Kali replied limply as she reminded herself he was only being nice to her to try and get her to join Team Rocket.
“Ohhh.” Mara glanced back at the Team Rocket table and noticed the woman in the white jumpsuit hanging on Cliff, immediately putting two and two together.
“Maybe I will take that second shot."
"One more, coming right up!" Mara flagged the bartender down. Kali looked down at her Pokegear, still in hand, and decided not to reply. They had acknowledged each other’s presence and that was enough, she wouldn’t want to interrupt anything. She set her notifications to silent and shoved it back in her bag before picking up her drink, downing it quickly.
“Alright, no time for moping! It’s a girls night out and we are celebrating!” Mara looped her arm through Kali’s and began dragging her to the dance floor. Kali reluctantly obliged making Mara roll her eyes. “Come on! Give him something to be jealous of, girl!” She twirled Kali until they were both dancing to the beat. Mara did her best early on to shoo away anyone trying to dance with them but after a few more trips to the bar neither girl cared that much.
Cliff checked his Pokegear again, frowning at the three unread messages to Kali. He knew she had seen him but what he didn’t know was why she hadn’t replied. He spotted her on the dance floor with yet another stranger and felt a fire rising in his chest. Apparently she was too busy to respond. Sierra leaning heavily on his shoulder brought his attention back to the group as he carefully extracted himself from her again, chalking up her behavior to alcohol.
“You are being such a sourpuss tonight!” Sierra whined, looking over at Arlo for support.
“You do seem a bit off.” Arlo crossed his arms as he surveyed Cliff across the table. “Everything good?”
“It’s nothing.” Cliff quickly shut down that conversation, finishing his drink to avoid Arlo’s stare.
Kali, for her part, tried focusing on having a good time with Mara, or on the drinks and music, or on whoever asked her to dance but every so often her attention drifted back to the other table. It seemed like every time she glanced over the other woman was closer and closer to Cliff, hanging on his shoulder or touching his arm. She also tried to push away the flare of jealousy rising in her chest, reminding herself again she was nothing more than a potential recruit, but that didn't go so well either. When Mara pulled Kali away from her current dance partner to head back to the bar Kali stalled.
"Let's call it a night, huh?"
"Okay, okay. How about one more shot, then we'll go?"
“Alright. But just one more.” Kali laughed, shaking her head as Mara grabbed her hand and bounced over to the bar. When their drinks came Mara raised her glass for one final toast.
“To...wait what were we celebrating?” Mara giggled. “Oh! To new business opportunities!”
“And to girls night out!” Kali toasted before clinking her glass to Mara’s and drinking. “Now let’s go home.” The two hung on each other for support as they made their way to the exit. Kali was grateful Mara’s apartment was only a few blocks away as they were both pretty drunk, very good planning on Mara’s part. Sierra had just stepped away to use the restroom when Cliff spotted the two friends leaving and used the opportunity to excuse himself from Arlo and meet them by the door.
“Leaving without saying goodbye?” Kali stopped abruptly as Cliff’s familiar voice sounded from behind them.
“Ooooooo.” Mara giggled as they both turned around. Cliff stood with both arms crossed over his chest looking indignant as he met her gaze. Kali felt the flare of jealousy she had been pushing down all evening rise in her chest but this time she let it.
“Why would I? I wouldn’t want to interrupt your date.” She shot back.
“Date? What are you talking about?”
“Miss spacesuit with the purple lips.”
“Sierra? She’s just another Leader, and not my date.” Cliff raised a brow. “In case you didn’t notice Arlo was there as well, you gonna accuse him of being my date too?”
“Maybe…but I didn’t see him hanging all over you.”
"Like you didn't have a bunch of guys hanging on you out there, hmm?" Cliff's anger got the better of him and he instantly regretted it as Kali’s cheeks flushed red.
"I'm a single girl, I can dance with whomever I want!"
"Oh can you?" Cliff glared at Kali, about to continue but stopped himself and took a deep breath. “Look, I think you got the wrong idea. She’s not my date.” He reasoned, trying to reign the conversation back in.
Kali leaned up closer to him so their faces were almost touching. Even in heels he was still a little taller than her. “You so sure about that, mountain man?”
“Yes, and you’re drunk.” Kali ignored his observation. So what if she was.
“Cause your girlfriend looks like she’s pissed that you’re talking to me.” Kali continued, looking past Cliff to Sierra who had just returned to their table and spotted them.
"What are you talking about?" Cliff turned to see what Kali was looking at as Sierra began heading their way.
“Let’s get out of here.” Kali muttered as she turned back to Mara who was being unusually quiet.
"Hey, wait just a minute-"
"She doesn't want to talk to you right now, got it?" Mara decided it was time to step in. She glared at the Team Rocket leader before grabbing Kali by the waist and steering her towards the door. Cliff watched them leave before turning around to find Sierra standing behind him.
“Turned down were you?” She smirked.
“No thanks to you. What the hell is all this about?”
“Honestly, I still don’t see why you’re wasting your time on some dumb trainer.” Sierra snorted.
Cliff narrowed his eyes. “Sure it’s not that you’re just jealous you aren’t the prettiest girl in the room?” He raised a brow before walking off to tell Arlo he was heading home for the night.
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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.33
Word Count: 2,353
Characters: Derek Hale (brief), Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall (mentioned), Allison Argent (mentioned), Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kali, Deucalion, Reader
Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader
Warnings: shitty writing, small fluff, angst, character death(s)
A/N: thanks to everyone who’s binged this series in the past few days, this part will let you all down majorly with it’s bad writing so sorry in advance
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“Dad? No!” you fell to your knees, your hands shaking as you pulled out the glass shard from his chest. You could see the blood spilling out as you put your hands on it, putting pressure to stop the blood.
“S-Say something,” you said shakily, pressing onto his wound.
His eyes were closed, you could see more and more blood spilling.
“Oh, god! Dad, please, please don’t die,” you cried as his body laid in front of you.
You could tell he was already gone, his body was limp as he laid in front of you. He wasn't breathing.
“(Y/N), what's going on… holy shit!” Isaac stood in front of you, looking down in shock.
Your eyes were red as you looked up at him, drenched in your dad’s blood.
“I-I killed him,” you stuttered, gasping for air.
“What happened?” Isaac ran to you.
“I-I….” you could feel your head pounding as you wheezed, trying to breathe.
“I-I need to…. his body,” you cried.
“Shit! O-Okay, this is what we're gonna do. I-I’ll get rid of his body. Y-You need to clean up the blood a-and the glass and anything that shows he was here,” Isaac said, sitting next to you.
“I killed him, Isaac! I-I killed…” you sobbed loudly, as you looked at your hands, covered in blood.
“(Y/N)! You need to get it together. We need to do this now! What if someone heard you? What if someone comes? We need to do this now,” Isaac yelled. standing up.
“I-Isaac, I-I killed him,” you cried.
“(Y/N),” he grabbed your arm, pulling you up roughly.
“We need to do this now. Go!” he yelled as you nodded your head, running to your bathroom, gathering cleaning supplies.
---
You held your head in your hands, shaking as you took deep breaths, remembering the event from the previous night.
Isaac disappeared, you hadn't seen him since then. He must've spent the night someplace else.
Flashes of images. Blood on your hands and clothes. Blood spilled on your floor. A body. A dead body. Your father’s body.
You felt shivers go down your spine as you gripped your head, rocking slightly.
You couldn't hear the noise of someone knocking on your door, too preoccupied with your thoughts.
“(Y/N),” you jumped as Cora walked to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“What happened? What's wrong?” she asked.
You wiped your face, standing up.
“N-Nothing’s wrong,” you shook your head.
She looked at you, raising an eyebrow. She always knew when you were lying.
“What happened?” she asked again.
“Nothing happened,” you said again.
“Just tell me,” she said.
“D-Don’t worry about it,” you replied softly.
“(Y/N)...” she started.
“What are you doing here?” you tried to change the topic.
She gave you a look, before sighing.
“I’m going to Beacon Hills, I need Isaac and Boyd,” Cora explained.
“Why?” you asked.
“The alpha pack is coming after Derek tonight. He needs help, even if he won’t admit it,” you bit your lip softly, taking a deep breath.
“Oh,” you replied.
“Okay, seriously? What’s going on?” Cora asked.
“Why do you think something's going on?” you asked softly.
“Because I know you,” she shrugged.
“Please, Cora, I’m fine. Just stop asking me,” you rubbed your head.
“If you’re fine, then spend the day with me. We’re going to Beacon Hills,” Cora shrugged.
“I-I can’t. I have to go to my actual school,” you replied.
“Now that's a lie. You don't care about college. Just drop out already,” she said.
“I do care, I want to do something in my life, not be a 20-year-old who runs after teenagers who don't know how to do anything in life,” you said.
Cora laughed loudly, leaning onto you.
“That is what he does. Oh, come on, (Y/N), please?” she begged.
“I can’t even get into the school, I’m not a student anymore,” you said.
“They have no security at the school. Come on,” she linked arms with you, pulling you with her.
The real reason was that you didn’t want to see Isaac. Not after last night. He was very clearly trying to keep his distance, as well as you.
“What happened to that glass vase thingy?” Cora asked, you could feel your heart racing.
“It broke,” you said softly.
“Okay, then. Come on, let's go,” she kept pulling
you until you agreed to go.
---
“Cora? What are you doing here?” you heard Isaac say, calling from behind the two of you.
You turned around, as his eyes went wide, looking at you. You bit your lip, looking down.
Cora eyed the two of you.
“I need you to go to Derek. You and Boyd. The alpha pack is going to go after him and he needs help,” Cora said.
“Yeah, of course. Uhm, we’ll go now,” he said, nodding softly as he took a step back.
Don't do it, (Y/N)
You found yourself running to Isaac, pulling him aside.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
“I’m okay. Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Just… be careful,” he said softly.
You hugged him softly, as he rested his chin on your head.
“Crap, I have to go now. I’ll see you,” he waved at you, walking away.
“What happened? You have to tell me,” Cora said.
“Let’s go,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Did you see that?” Cora said, looking behind you.
“What was it?” you asked, turning around to see an empty hallway.
“Oh hell no,” she ran to the fire alarm, pulling it.
“Cora, what the hell-” she held your hand, pulling you outside of Coach’s office.
Aiden ran out of the office as you raised an eyebrow, eyes dropping as you saw Lydia standing in front of you.
Your jaw dropped as you stared at her.
“What are you two doing here?!” she exclaimed.
“Next time I catch the two of you together, I won't just pull the fire alarm,” Cora threatened.
You stood quietly, watching the two of them talking while your mind drifted away.
Not now
You turned your back to them, rubbing your fingers through your hair.
“(Y/N),” Cora called.
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” you wiped your eyes as you made your way through the hallway, going to the bathroom.
---
You could see your hands shaking, your teeth chattering as you leaned on the sink, closing your eyes.
You heard the door creak, as your head shot up, looking around.
You immediately recognized the sound of a walking cane tapping the tiles.
You turned around, clenching your jaw as you watched Deucalion walk into the bathroom.
You stepped back, away from him.
“I’m not here to hurt you, (Y/N),” he said.
“Get away from me,” you spat.
“How did it feel?” he asked you.
“What are you talking about?” you paused, looking at him cautiously.
“Killing him,” he replied.
You felt your spine shiver as your heart began to race.
“I-I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stuttered.
“It must've felt amazing. Killing him. He tried to kill you twice, didn’t he?” Deucalion stepped closer to you, while you felt your back hit the wall.
You remained quiet, taking a deep breath as you looked down.
“You watched him bleed out. You watched him suffering. It made you feel good,” he said.
“What do you want?” you spat.
“I want to help you,” he said.
“I don't need your help. You almost killed…” you started.
“Derek doesn't care about you anymore. He made that clear. Look at your eyes, (Y/N). You’ll need my help,” he lowered his glasses, his eyes flashing red before he walked away from you.
You exhaled sharply, leaning against the sink as you looked at your eyes in the mirror. You gasped softly, looking at your eyes, which were pitch-black.
You shit your eyes tightly, taking a deep breath as you get your heart stop. You whimpered softly, opening your eyes slowly, as they reverted to their normal color.
“(Y/N),” you jumped as Cora stood by the door, crossing her arms.
“Y-Yeah,” you turned to her.
“What is up with you? Something clearly happened,” Cora crossed her arms, giving you a look.
“Nothing happened. What is it?” you wiped your face, walking to her.
“The vet was taken. Stiles thinks Lydia can help,” Cora explained, giving you a look.
“Well then let’s go,” your voice was barely above a whisper as you walked past her, walking away.
---
“Hey, is it too much to ask you guys to get off your phones?! We need help here!” Stiles exclaimed grumpily while you put your phone down, getting a look from Cora.
“What are we doing?” you asked.
“We’re trying to get Lydia to tell us where Deaton is,” you raised an eyebrow as Stiles put a ouija board in front of the four of you.
“Stiles, her powers don’t work like that,” you started.
“Shhh, c’mon it's worth a try,” you sighed, rubbing your head before placing your hands on the board.
“Where is Deaton?” Stiles asked aloud.
The three of you looked at Lydia, who raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, me?” she said.
“Yes, you,” Stiles replied.
You turned your head to Cora, who continued to give you a look.
You knew you had to tell her eventually, but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words.
“Okay, how about a break, and then we come back, yeah? (Y/N),” Cora grabbed your arm, pulling you out the door before you had a chance to reply.
You heard Stiles’ frustrated groans as the two of you left.
“Cora,” you started.
“I know we haven't seen each other for a long time. But you’re still my best friend and I still care about you. I'm here for you, (Y/N),” she started.
You could feel your body getting warmer as you rubbed your neck.
“I know that, but,” you tried to speak.
“So do you just not trust me anymore? Is that it?” she asked softly.
You wiped your face nervously, rubbing your fingers through your hair.
“I trust you, Cora. O-Of course I trust you. B-But this is….” your voice broke as you took a deep breath.
“(Y/N), there’s nothing that can happen, that you can do, that will change anything between us,” she held your hand softly as you sniffled.
“I-I….” you stopped as your voice broke, unable to say the words.
“(Y/N),” she said softly.
“I killed… I killed someone,” you saw her entire body tense up as her hand dropped from yours.
“I-I didn’t mean to. I-I lost control… and,” you stuttered as tears fell from your face.
“Okay, hey, it’s okay,” Cora wrapped her arms around you tightly.
“I’m a terrible person, I-I…” you held your cries in as you held onto her.
“It’s not… It’s okay. We’ll figure this out,” she cooed softly.
“Isaac got rid of his body and that’s why I-I didn't tell you. I-I lost control and I-I killed him and I didn't mean to, I was just so mad and…” you continued crying while Cora wrapped her arms around you.
“It's okay, I understand,” she said softly, holding onto you.
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You, Stiles, Lydia, and Cora made your way to the loft. After the day’s unsuccessfulness with trying to help figure out where Deaton was, Scott and Allison found a way to find him. For whatever reason, they all lied to you about what it was, and Cora said she’d tell you later.
Isaac texted you, saying they needed help. Kali and the other alphas somehow figured out Boyd’s plan of stopping Kali from killing Derek.
“What do we have to do?” Stiles whispered as the four of you made your way to the electric room.
“When Isaac texts me, start flipping all these switches. It’ll get the power back on, and shock Kali,” you explained.
You waited for a minute, before hearing your phone buzz. Isaac texted you.
“Now,” the four of you quickly flipped on the switches.
“Now what?” Cora asked.
“Let’s go,” you motioned up, as the four of you ran to the loft.
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You and Cora ran in first, pushing Ethan and Aiden into the water, as Isaac ran, holding Jennifer back.
You looked down at her, as she gave you a look.
You took a deep breath, turning away from her.
“I-It’s off,” Cora gasped.
“What do you mean?” you exclaimed.
“Power. Look,” she said.
You saw as Ethan and Aiden wrapped their arms around Boyd, holding him up.
“W-What are they doing to him?” you said nervously.
Kali held Derek’s hands up, his claws coming out of his fingers, as he tried to fight her grip.
You gasped loudly, as tears instantly came to your eyes, watching as Derek’s class went into Boyd’s chest.
“N-No,” you pulled Cora’s arm, holding her back as she tried to run to him.
You watched as Kali, Ethan and Aiden walked past all of you, leaving Derek’s loft. Kali looked at you, winking before walking out. Cora pushed away from you, running to Boyd’s body as she cried. Your eyes were red as you looked at Derek, tears falling from his eyes. Boyd laid on the floor, lifeless while Cora held him.
“Boyd…” you looked at Isaac, who wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face.
You felt your tears fall freely, as you held onto Isaac tightly.
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“Why does everyone around me keep dying?” you stroked Isaac's hair softly as he laid in your lap, on your bed.
“My mom’s dead, my brother's dead. My dad’s dead, and now Boyd too. D-Derek…. you’re the only person I have, (Y/N),” he shifted his position, laying down next to you.
“It’s gonna be okay, Isaac,” you said softly.
“I-It’s not. I-I’m scared to have people around me now. I can’t keep…” you wiped his tears softly, looking at him.
“You’re always going to have me,” you whispered.
More tears rushed to his eyes as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, while he buried his face in your chest, holding onto you.
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