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sydsrichie · 3 years

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Dean turned forty-two on a Sunday, and all he really wanted was for Cas to kiss him.

[Ao3] ~3k

The thought was ringing in his head, clear as a bell, as he sat up in bed sometime after six in the morning.

The angel was a warm, solid lump on the other side of his - their - bed, his face pressed firmly into the pillow to ward away the first signs of daytime. Dean smiled to himself, at the way Cas’s brow furrowed in sleep, desperately clinging on to oblivion. When he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Cas’s temple, the crease in his brow smoothed out like ripples on a lake.

Dean left Cas sleeping - he would only be another half hour or so - and trailed off to the kitchen in his slippers and dressing gown, warding against the late January chill in the air. The sounds of hushed voices and clink of cutlery and mugs guided him through the dim morning light and the fogginess he felt before his first coffee. Like he’d expected, Jack and Sam were already at the kitchen table, Jack with a bowl piled high with the kind of cereal that made him jittery, and Sam with a cup of black coffee and a serene expression. Dean mumbled a good morning, smiling but politely ignoring the cards and presents stacked in a small, neat pile in the middle of the table until they were explicitly given to him, and made a beeline for the coffee pot.

He could tell it was his birthday just by the fact that Sam had likely been up since five but had still kept the coffee piping hot, ready for Dean.

“Morning!” came his brother’s chirpy morning voice. “Happy birthday, Dean.”

Dean turned around from the coffee pot to say a thanks, and only managed an oof as his little - hah - brother enveloped him in a hug. For someone of Sam’s size, it bewildered Dean that he could sneak up on anyone. Or maybe Dean was just getting unobservant in his old age. “Thanks, Sam,” he said, giving him a pat on the back. Even now, after nearly four decades, the smell of his brother’s clothes still reminded him of a long-gone family home in Lawrence, but that thought didn’t raise any more sadness in him now than a faint and settled pang. He called it progress and clung a little harder to his brother’s flannel.

When they broke apart, Jack was practically bouncing on his seat. “You gotta open my present first,” he insisted, his mouth half full of chewed cereal and little marshmallows that glowed like nuclear waste.

Sam smiled, stepping back from Dean, “Jack, remember, you gotta-“

“Oh!” Jack said, lurching out of his seat less like a God and more like a hyperactive three-year-old. He was both, Dean guessed, but definitely favoured one. Jack was about half Sam’s body mass, but he hit Dean at such a speed that he still forced a grunt out of his chest. “Happy birthday!”

The feeling that flooded Dean’s ribcage was like a torrent of molasses, warm and heavy. He wrapped his arms around Jack’s back, even let himself rest his chin against Jack’s head. “Thanks, kiddo.”

Sam wrinkled his nose over Jack’s head in a way that read as a faint apology for letting Jack get at the toddler rocket fuel before dawn, but Dean didn’t much care. Jack had kinda been like this for a few days anyway, and the glitter that had been appearing everywhere in the bunker and was now covering an envelope on the table was enough of a hint as to why.

Jack was still bouncing on his toes, and Dean laid a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Before I open presents, we gotta wait for-“

“I’m awake,” came a gruff voice behind them, in a tone that could only be described as regretful. It did nothing to slow the lurch that Dean’s heart gave, and when he spun around, he saw a smile mirroring his own spreading on Cas’s lips. “Happy birthday,” Cas said.

He had a card and wrapped present in hand, but he still stood awkwardly, a country mile away from their little three-person cluster by the coffee pot. And it made Dean’s heart pang. Part of it was just Cas - an eternity of angel mannerisms couldn’t be scrubbed out by a mere decade on Earth - but part of it was....

This was dumb. They were dumb. He crossed the space between them and wrapped his boyfriend, his angel, his life partner up in his arms and pressed a sloppy kiss to the peak of his cheekbone. “Thanks, baby,” he said, as solid arms wound around his lower back.

It was Sam who masterminded breakfast, dicing up little bowls of strawberries and blueberries between flipping pancakes on the stove top. Cas manned the coffee pot for Sam and Dean, steeped himself a mug of tea, and fetched Jack a glass of orange juice with a straw in it, because he worried about the acidity wearing down Jack’s tooth enamel. That left Dean at the kitchen table, supervised by Jack, as he worked through his little pile of cards and presents.

From Sam and Eileen, there was a beautiful photo album, bound in smooth black leather. It was half-filled already, with rare pictures of Sam and Dean as children, Jack on his first birthday, Dean and Eileen posing for a picture, leaning against the trunk of the Impala with beer bottles in hand after a successful hunt, amongst others. And one that looked too candid for him to have known it was happening, his hand slipped into Cas’s, and Cas smiling at him with that stupid look that never failed to make Dean’s heart thud like a mistimed bass drum. The rest of the pages were left empty, an open invitation from Sam and Eileen to keep filling it with new memories. “This is beautiful, Sammy,” he croaked, and did his best to meet his brother’s eye.

Sam smiled, didn’t call him out on his emotional constipation, and said “Eileen will be over later, I think she’s got another treat for you.”

Dean was thrilled to hear it, but didn’t have the chance to respond, because now Jack was pressing a ridiculously glittery envelope into his hands. He knew he’d be washing the stuff out of Jack’s clothes for a month, but the gleeful look in the kid’s eye was enough to make Dean bite down his complaint, and he tried very hard not to grin like an idiot as he opened the envelope.

The card was indeed full of glitter and hand cut heart-shaped confetti, but it was the shaky writing on the front that made his breath catch. With each letter spelled out in a different coloured marker, Jack had written “Happy birthday Dad” on the front, and then there was the present Cas had brought. The joint, accompanying gift from Cas and Jack was enough to set his bottom lip wobbling – a blue coffee mug with #1 Dad on the front in big, yellow letters.

“C’mere,” Dean grunted, and pulled Jack tight against his chest, furiously blinking away the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes. There was thick emotion in his chest churning and gargling like a carburettor clogged with gravel, and he mumbled, “Love you,” into the boy’s as-yet unbrushed hair. Jack let out a happy sigh and leaned into him heavier.

Cas and Sam were both looking a little glossy eyed by the time the pair pulled apart, which Sam artfully covered with a loud clearing of his throat and the lighting of the candle on top of Dean’s pancake stack.

The most tone-deaf chorus he’d ever heard of “Happy birthday” followed, which was a given, as he was the only one who could actually carry a tune, but he refused to sink to the level of douchiness of joining in on his own birthday song. Then, they were digging into their pancakes, talking about their plans for the day, and just soaking in the early morning serenity.

Before long, Cas and Jack were hugging the brothers goodbye and promising to be back by five to help ready Dean’s birthday supper. He would’ve liked to have them for the whole day, but there would be plenty time for that once heaven was - well, heaven again – and truthfully, he was just grateful he got the morning with them.

Once Jack and Sam were ready to go about their respective days, they stepped away from Cas and Dean, leaving them just kind of looking at each other. Dean was normally like a shot fired from a pistol to cross the distance between them, take Cas into his arms, kiss him silly, but he couldn’t nudge that first thought that had ricocheted around his head when he’d woken up this morning.

Cas was looking at him. Standing at a distance. Hands hanging at his sides. “Have a good day, Dean,” he said, in a soft voice that made Dean’s chest ache.

Two months. Two whole months since they’d bust out of the Empty, saved the world together and held each other, aching, and crying and kissing fervently in the aftershocks.

Twelve years spent falling in love, two months spent being in love, and Cas was still just standing there. Like a dick.

With a barely concealed huff, Dean crossed the chasm between them and kissed him, gently cradling a strong and stubbled jaw in both his hands. “You too, baby.”

When Cas and Jack were gone, he belatedly realised he’d forgotten to open Cas’s card after feeling like he’d been sideswiped by a freight train after Jack’s.

It was a simple, handsome card. Navy with gold lettering.

To Dean,

Happy birthday.

I love you.

from Cas

He held it to his chest.

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Turns out Eileen’s idea of a birthday treat was the hunter’s equivalent of a game of whack-a-mole. When she’d driven him and Sam out to a horse ranch an hour down the highway and explained, Dean had started laughing and pulled his (hopefully, future, one-day) sister-in-law into a bear hug.

The ranch was infested with little goblin-like creatures that Eileen had affectionately termed “gnomes”. It was by no means the kind of world-ending threat they were used to, but the “gnomes” had been popping up out of the ground and spooking horses, even landing a few bites, which had led to more than one infected wound and thrown rider. “I thought it warranted the Winchester-Leahy treatment,” Eileen said and signed to Dean, who was bouncing on his toes like a kid in a candy store.

When Eileen turned back to her car, Dean said behind her, “Hey, your names sound pretty good together, huh, Sammy?”

Sam’s only response was to glower.

That only served to put Dean in a better mood, though, and soon they were all wreaking havoc on the overgrown field, trying whatever their best instincts and experience said oughta work.

The little gremlins were fast, ducking and diving into burrows quicker than Dean could get a good swing at them, and popping up behind him to grab at his ankles. “Little bastards!” He growled as one sunk its teeth into his ankle.

The gnome blew a raspberry at him and uncannily parroted back “Bastard!” It was then that he finally connected a hit but was quick to find out that an iron crowbar was about as much use on the little shits as, well, a crowbar.

“Hey!” He yelled to his compatriots, waving an arm over his head. Sam and Eileen both stopped to look, wearing twin expressions of wild bemusement, and really, he wished he had a camera on him. “Iron sucks!” He said, signing it large and waving his useless crowbar.

Eileen nodded, but Sam seemed to have an idea as he watched one of the slimy little creatures wiggle its ass at him tauntingly. A familiar spark lit up behind his eyes and he pulled a smallish burlap sack of rock salt out of his coat pocket.

No faster than Sam could throw a handful of salt like cast dye, the gnome exploded with a yelp, splattering Sam with green-yellow goo. “Gross!” he yelped.

Dean felt childish laughter bubble up out of his chest at that, disbelieving, as Sam shook his hands free of gunk and wiped it off his face. “Oh my god, they’re like slugs!” Dean said with a sharp cackle.

“This is fucking gross,” was the only response from a churlish Sam, as both Dean and Eileen laughed at him.

“Dean!” Eileen called, and then there was a small bag of rock salt arcing through the air towards him, which he caught neatly.

Then they were off to the races, with Dean and Eileen automatically falling into a pattern of systematically herding the little bastards and then working with Sam to do the exploding. The yellow-green goo stunk to high heavens, and made Dean’s eyes water, but they were having so much fun he barely even noticed, too busy hooting, hollering, and laughing as Sam got prissy about his new jacket getting stained with the monster equivalent of snot.

When they were down to the last few, they had to chase them down manually, amongst the litany of profanities the creatures were picking up from them and hurling back. Dean had his last gnome cornered between himself and a fence post when he heard a warning shout from Sam.

A second too late.

The rock to the back of his knee was such a shock that it buckled his leg, and he thumped into the soft dirt. There was a particularly large and menacing gnome glowering at him from its burrow, reaching for another stone, and Dean was scrabbling for his rock salt before he ended up with a concussion on his birthday-

But then the air crackled with static, and there was a whooshing wing beat, as the gnome was - smited? Smote? - from existence, splattering Dean in the foul-smelling goo from top to toe.

He looked up at the angel - his angel - clad in his signature trench-coat and frown. And he fell back into the dirt in fits of laughter.

“Dean,” Cas said in lieu of greeting, looking vaguely troubled at the monster snot covering his dress shoes and trousers.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean said with a wheeze, and reached out a hand to signal Cas to help him. He felt himself being yanked to his feet like he weighed nothing and was still quieting the waves of laughter racking his stomach when he saw the way Cas was looking at him.

The soft glow in his features, the amusement, the adoration. “What exactly are you idiots doing?”

Dean flashed him his most charming smile – the devil-may-care one – and said, in a very low and serious voice, “Saving the world.”

Cas held onto his fingers, reticent to let go, and he just stood there, and looked at Dean with the softest smile on his face.

“I thought you said you’d be back at five?” Dean finally asked, breaking the beat of charged silence.

“I, uh,” Cas looked away with pink rising at his cheeks, instead watching as Eileen and Sam picked their way back across the field to each other, still wild-eyed and laughing. “I forgot to show Jack how to set the clock you gave us in our office, so I believe it shows the wrong time.”

The image of a God and a seraph running the reconstruction of heaven from a cosy little office but being unable to set a ten-dollar clock from Target to Central Standard Time was enough to set Dean off chuckling again. Don’t ever change, he thought faintly, as he watched his own amusement reflected back in Cas’s extraordinary eyes.

Cas was still holding his hand. And his eyes were so soft, and so blue.

It caught Dean’s breath in his throat, and something bubbled up.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said. His stomach gave a jolt, but he had to ask before he lost his nerve. He squeezed Cas’s hand, to give himself courage more than anything. “How come you never kiss me?”

Cas looked dumbfounded for a second, his eyes darting to Dean’s lips, and by God if this wasn’t the wrong time and the wrong place, Dean thought, as a rock settled in the pit of his stomach. The dim winter sun above them was still warm enough to make the monster snot on both of them stink that little more, and Cas’s jaw was slack and flapping a little as he searched for the right words.

Dean suddenly felt stupid and awful for bringing it up.

Except- he didn’t, not really.

Because every kiss, every touch, every everything, had to come from Dean. And he wasn’t sick of it – he could never be sick of anything that let him touch Cas, be with Cas – but he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt sometimes.

Like on the morning of his forty-second birthday, and the man who had admitted to being crazy, stupid, “loved the whole world for you” in love with him two months ago had stood six feet away and just looked.

Like he was just looking now.

“I- it doesn’t matter,” Dean said, his eyes falling, his heart falling. “Sorry, I don’t want to ruin the day.”

The sound that came out of Cas came from his chest, and could only be described as a grunt, pure frustration.

And then suddenly, there was a hand on his face and a thumb on his upper lip, swiping away disgusting, sickly, stinking goo from the curve of his cupid’s bow.

And then there were lips.

Hot and chapped.

Crushing against his.

Some ridiculous keening sound was forced from Dean’s chest, and he threw his spare arm around Cas’s neck with abandon, his other still clasping Cas’s fingers firmly in his. Cas’s weather-worn lips against his soft ones felt a little sore, and he was going to buy him a chapstick, and their respective tea- and coffee-breath was mingling together in a noxious mix, but it was perfect. Perfect in the way that Cas was pulling him against his broad chest, reeling him in and holding him tight and saying I will never let you go.

And Dean would never let Cas let him go, he thought, and nipped at his bottom lip.

“When I told you,” Cas was saying as he pulled back, into the bare couple of inches between their lips, “that my happiness was just in being, in the act of loving you, I never dreamed I could have you.

“Most days, I still don’t believe that I get to have you.”

Thump went Dean’s heart, and it was his turn to reel Cas in and press crushing kisses to Cas’s lips, blood roaring in his ears and battering against his ribcage. “I’ll teach you,” he mumbled into Cas’s hairline, temple, nose, jaw, anywhere he could land a blistering kiss. I’ll teach you to believe it.

They both sucked in ragged breaths in the cool, crisp air of late January.

A light frost bit at the ground, and curling clouds of white emanated from their lips.

“I’ll teach you. I’m yours.”

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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It Happened on Sakaar Pt. 3

Mando x Asgardian!F!Reader; Loki x Asgardian!F!Reader

Rating: M; 18+ Only

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: cursing, angst, slow burn, pining, mentions of violence, 18+ in later chapters

Summary: The bounty hunter’s most recent puck sends him across the Galaxy to an unfamiliar and artificial planet named Sakaar- literally the galaxy’s trash can. Sakaar is a bizarre planet, but so is his most recent bounty. Din is chasing a man he only knows as The God of Mischief. The reader lives on Sakaar as a scrapper, a similar trade to that of a bounty hunter and has a tangled history with the man Mando is looking for. Will the unlikely duo team up to capture the mischievous Asgardian or will the reader fall victim to Loki’s promises?

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You resolved to see Thor as soon as you could. As soon as it was light the following morning, you dressed quickly, and headed to where you thought he would be kept. There was a small hospital wing inside the same building where the gladiators were kept. You figured you would try there first and with any luck he’d still be there. The walk was short, and you kept your head down to avoid any attention to the fact a scrapper was heading to the hospital wing to see one of the gladiators.

Some of these fighters were creatures you brought to the Grandmaster. You’re sure none of them would be too happy seeing you again, and so you kept your head down as you walked past the area where they stayed. This part of your life disgusted you. You never allowed yourself to focus too much on it because if it wasn’t them, it would be you. It was cruel, and a very harsh world the Grandmaster has made. But for you, you’ve heard the rumors of what happens to female captives, and you know even though you’re leading a terrible career- it is better than any other fate you would have faced on this planet.

When you arrive, there are no one in the beds that line the walls of the room. There are a few workers, dressed in basic medical uniforms and they refuse to give you any information on Thor’s whereabouts. They claimed he was never brought there, but part of you seriously doubts them. Discouraged, you head back out to the main area of the building and decide to head towards Mando’s hotel. However, something really peculiar stops you.

“Hello there, might I just say that weapon of yours is some mighty fine-looking artillery,” said the voice. He was overly positive, and he spoke in a very unique accent, like every final syllable of each word he spoke was raised. “My name is Korg.”

You turn your head quickly towards the voice, and there he was. A tall, blueish gray rock creature waving to you like a school child behind the electric barrier. He was clearly one of the gladiators, you recognized him from the fights. Your chuckle is involuntary because his voice and his way of carrying himself does not match the stature of stone.

“Hi Korg,” you say puzzled. “I’m Scrapper 451.”

“Please to meet you, this here is Meek.” Only then did you notice the significantly shorter creature standing beside him. You couldn’t even begin to describe Meek, maybe like a walking catfish? “We heard you were looking for Thor.”

“You know Thor?” you ask, spirits lifting as you take a step closer to the barrier. “He’s my friend,” you explain, “I need to find him.”

“Ah well,” Korg explains, “You see there was a lot of disgruntlement after the fight. People weren’t sure how to call the fight, seeing as how the Grandmaster intercepted as he does. Some people were saying Thor should be the new champion and the Grandmaster was saying his Champion is the champion so for now until they know what to do with the Lord of Thunder, they are keeping in the Room of Champions.”

“They thought having them share a bedroom was a good idea?” you ask, your eyes widening.

“You know that you say it like that, it doesn’t seem like the best decision,” Korg nods, and Meek makes some noise in agreement, you can only assume.

“Why are you helping me?” you ask, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Well, all in the name of friendship,” Korg shrugs, “Thor is my friend.”

“Thank you, Korg,” you say earnestly, and he nods in response, rolling his shoulders back like he just won some sort of war hero.

“Anything for the cause!” he shouts triumphantly, as you walk away. You check the time on the time piece on your wrist. It was getting later in the morning and you needed to find Thor before the day began. You took the nearest lift in the building and rode it up to the top floor to the penthouse where they kept the Champion.

As you approached the room, you saw the large green figure was sleeping soundly in the very large bed. You saw how gaudy the room was, painted starkly in red and white. It was a little bit of an eye sore, but it was decorated with the Grandmaster’s eye, no doubt. You walked up to the doorway and you saw Thor, sleeping on the ground, as a few girls tended to his wounds. You waited until they were done and he was awake before you made yourself known.

“Your majesty,” you whispered, hoping he would hear you. The man turned his head and his eyes widened and his booming voice echoed through the whole room. You rolled your eyes at his inability to be subtle. Did he not realize he was his own worst enemy? He called your name happily and ushered you to enter. He engulfed you in a grizzly hug. It was honestly very comforting. You had missed your friend.

“You won’t believe the past few days since you’ve left,” Thor tries to quickly explain.

“Wait. Wait. What do you mean?” you ask puzzled.

“When you went through the Bifrost a few days ago,” he began again, trying to hurriedly fill you in on the details of Hela, and all that was happening back home.

“Thor, what do you mean? I’ve been on Sakaar for the past two years,” you explain.

“You left two or three days ago,” Thor states, his confusion evident on his face.

“Loki has been here for a few weeks,” you add.

“I don’t have an explanation, but you need to understand that Loki and I were thrown from the Bifrost by Hela at the same time. Loki thrown out only seconds before me. Time obviously works different here. You need to believe me that to us, you haven’t even been gone a week,” Thor says. You don’t know how to process this information yet.

The whole time you’d been here, thinking they’d all just chose to let you leave. You thought they didn’t care enough to come find you, after all you did for the throne. Now, after two years of sitting with this, you learn for them it’s been two goddamn days and somehow the Goddess of Death has returned the day after you left?

“Loki was going to follow you,” Thor explains, “but I made him come with me to find our father. I needed him to show me where he had left Odin. I know you can understand that.”

“Of course,” you say, “But Loki has been here for weeks, and never sought me out.”

Thor scoffs, muttering how it was typical of the god of mischief. He looks at you apologetically, and you can see tears welling behind his eyes, from all he has gone through since the last time you had seen him. He mutters something about his hammer before burying his face into your neck to hug you again tightly.

“There’s something I need to do,” you tell him, as you try to comfort him by rubbing his back.

“When I’m done, we’ll get you back to Asgard,” you insist.

“This can’t wait,” Thor interjects. “I need a way to leave now. Actually, I have a wrench in the plan as well,” he continues, looking over to the sleeping monster on the bed. “He’s got to come with me.”

“What why?” you ask, stepping forward to sneak a peak at the sleeping green creature.

“He’s one of the Avengers, he’s trapped here too,” Thor explains.

“The ones you told us about from Earth?” you ask. “I didn’t realize Midgardians could look like that.”

“No, no it’s just the one,” Thor explains, “I think.”

“What about Loki?” you ask, your mind returning to the promise you made to Mando.

“He seems content to stay here,” Thor sighs, and you scoff. Seemed like a simple enough plan for you and Thor to manage, you’d help Mando with the bounty, Thor and the Hulk could secure a ship. Everyone can win.

“In the meantime,” you say not wanting to dwell on Loki, “You help your friend and try to secure us a ship, I’ll take care of what I have to do and we can find each other after that.

“Okay,” Thor agrees, and you hug him tightly one more time before heading off to meet with Mando. You check the time, and you hustle to make it, not even saying a hello to Scrapper 142 as you pass her in the hallway.

Mando sat in him room anxiously. He had let is emotions get the better of him, and he was spiraling in his own state of paranoia you would betray him. He was worried you would have gone to Loki, and told him of the fact a bounty hunter was here and after him. Perhaps, you reunited with him and you fell back into a relationship with him. He chastised himself. He shouldn’t care what you do, and it’s his own fault for trusting you with information about his job.

He stayed up late with the kid last night, this planet was no place to be traveling with a child, and he knew he was not being fair to him. The little guy had a hard time sleeping last night, and Mando stayed up with him, and even stayed awake long after the kid had fallen asleep just in case, he woke up again.

The knock on the other side of the door, took him out of his thoughts and he felt guilty for thinking you wouldn’t show. You arrived only a few minutes later than he was supposed to expect you and he blames himself for how he took your tardiness as a sign of disloyalty.

“Sorry,” you say a little out of breath, “I needed to talk to Thor and I received more information about why they are here. It has nothing to do with who hired you or why you were sent here.”

“That’s alright,” Mando says, looking at you. He felt flushed under the helmet, embarrassed like you had caught him thinking of you as a traitor.

“But I don’t need to bother you with any of that,” you say, sounding like you are trying to cover your own distress. “We should talk about the plan regarding Loki.”

“Yeah,” Mando agrees, but he wants to ask you what is wrong. Clearly whatever happened with Thor has you upset and he wants to help you.

“There’s a party coming up,” you say, “similar to the one you infiltrated before. I’m sure Loki in his attempts to get close to the Grandmaster should be there. I have to be there anyways. Same reason.”

Mando can’t help himself when the image of when he ran into you before enters his mind. Whatever crush he had he needed to get over it. For his own sake, yours, the kid… Letting his emotions and his own attraction to you affect his decisions was going to be detrimental. It wasn’t fair to put his own feelings first. He needed to keep them at bay, at least until the bounty was caught. He tells himself its because you’re helping him and not looking for anything in return, and the fact that his last relationship was with a deranged twi years ago. He’s not used to niceness with no strings attached. It also doesn’t help that you’re probably the most beautiful being he’s ever seen- no. He’s not letting himself go there.

“Thor told me that Loki had wanted to come for me,” you continue, “I think that’s something we could take advantage of.”

“Wasn’t it years ago?” he asks.

“Apparently not to them,” you sigh, taking a seat on a chair that was opposite him. The child fussed and tugged on your pant leg. You looked to Mando for permission before scooping up the baby in your arms. He cooed happily and you stroke his ears gently. “Time must work differently here,” you try rationalize, “Thor said I only left two days ago. He said Loki wanted to follow me, but Thor needed him.”

“So, two years here, has been the equivalent of two days back on your home planet?”

“Basically,” you sigh, “But I think I can use that to my advantage. Loki hasn’t had the time to get over things between me and him like I’ve had. If Thor was telling the truth, maybe Loki thinks he has a chance of getting me back and I let him think he can. Maybe I can get his guard down.”

“Are you sure?” Mando asks, concern evident in his tone. You manage a half smile, appreciating that at least he seemed to care. It was sweet, and something you had gone without for the past two years. Which for your lifetime, that wasn’t that long, but a year on Asgard with your friends, the richness of that life, is much shorter than the grueling day to day of your life on Sakaar.

“Yes, we capture Loki, and then I’ll return to Asgard with Thor,” you resolve, although you actually aren’t sure you want to return to Asgard. It was your home planet, but the place hadn’t felt like your home in a long time. However, you can’t just stay here forever, you are starting to realize. Maybe you’d go to Earth, or maybe some other planet. Somewhere a little kinder than this one. Hell, maybe you could manage a ship and be a nomad- just go where ever the galaxy sent you. Maybe you could hitch a ride with Mando? In exchange for helping him capture Loki. “Maybe I’ll go somewhere else. I’m not sure.”

Mando bites his tongue to keep him from inviting you with him. That was not something he thought would be something you’d want. The child cuddled up in your arms, he takes the opportunity to look at you, closely. You’re so good with him and it makes him wonder if you and him could continue to work together after this job. He could take you away from this planet and the people from your past that keep showing up to haunt you. You could help him raise the child until he’s able to return him to the Jedi. The time he’s traveled in isolation is weighing heavy on him, and he knows he will do better with a partner. He needs you.

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kkeidawrites · 3 years

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Her.

Chapter 7

The long wait is over! Here’s chapter 7 for you lovies! Enjoy! Buckle up it’s going to be a long one!

Disclaimer: Please be aware that this chapter and the next chapter includes violence and lots and lots of murder that includes gore and blood. And language because of Trevor Belmont. If you do not like any of these things please feel free to leave this chapter, unfollow me, whatever you need to do to not want to read this anymore; I completely understand and will not have any hard feelings towards your decision. Thank you.

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The cold wind blew through the air and Alia shivered from the feeling. She was glad that the wire had finally stopped tightening around her middle and peaked an eye up through her curtain of black curls to see the sun was setting.

She has been in this place for a whole day. A whole day where she’d lost her niece and nephew. The only family she was supposed to be watching after when her brother and sister-in-law were away working. If she did get out of here, what was she to tell them? How could she tell them?

She was supposed to protect them and yet here she is, locked up in a cage, bound by a fairies weakness and probably will be joining her relatives in death soon.

Tears fell down her cheek and Alia jumped slightly when she felt her cage shake. Looking up, she saw the yellow teeth of her captor outside of the cage, leaning towards the bars with an evil smirk.

“Hey there little fairy,” he mused as Alia stared blankly at him.

“You got some good news. In two days time, you will be escorted to an auction for your wings. It’s very rare when creatures like you are sent straight to the auction and you want to know the best part about this news?” He asked as Alia glared at him.

“I have the pleasure of being your escort there and I can receive the reward for bringing you there!” He laughed as Alia turned away from him as the man walked away from her prison still laughing.

‘I hope that my death is quick. I don’t want to suffer.’ Her tears fell down her cheeks as she squeezed them in anger.

‘I should have done more for Desiana and Samuel and now they’re dead!’ Her silent sobbing wafted through the quiet forest and it suddenly grabbed the attention of someone nearby.

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With Alucard and co.

The golden haired man watched from two miles away of the camp and looked down at his current attire. Nobleman clothing and black hair fitted to his person as Sypha was able to conjure up a spell to change his appearance.

Alucard’s face had changed to a different one everyone is familiar with and his eyes were now a brown color. He prayed that with this spell that it will stay as long as Sypha said it would.

Flashback

The five all gathered in Dracula’s study and listened intently to Lisa’s idea to rescue Alia.

“A rich man who is ‘buying’ night creatures? Isn’t that a bit to coincidental?” Trevor asked.

“Actually, from what I have read about these people is that if you are willing to offer a high price to buy even the most valuable night creature, they won’t refuse a good sack of coin. Remember this is still considered the black market. Be very cautious on how you talk to them.” Lisa told him.

“One of you will be a rich merchant looking for service in your estate and you believe that using night creatures will keep people away and not have many people ask questions about why you have monsters in your care. If they ask why night creatures, tell them you are a very private person who thinks people shouldn’t be in your business and the night creatures are your ‘insurance’ to make sure people won’t say a word.” Lisa concluded and the four in front of her mulled over the idea.

“What if they don’t believe that story? How can you insure they will believe you are a ‘rich merchant’?” Alucard asked his mother who smiled and pulled a sack out of her pocket letting it drop on the desk below.

“This is a sack full of rare diamonds that I had found when I was still traveling from town to town. This should be enough to sway them if not, give them the whole thing. When that is done they will allow you to browse the area and during that time you will be able to find Alia and get her out of there. How you go about getting out is all on you three.” Lisa said and Sypha placed a hand under her chin, thinking.

“I can make a spell to change your appearance.” She tells her two companions and Trevor immediately raised his hands in defiance.

“No way am I changing my person, I can’t act for shit.” Trevor said and Sypha rolled her eyes.

“I wasn’t talking to you anyway.” Sypha said and Alucard looked at Sypha with a raised eyebrow.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to change my appearance, I have to play the part.” He nodded to Sypha and the woman took a step back to get some space for her spell.

Concentrating, Sypha’s hands began to glow red and a mist flowed around Alucard’s body, sheeting him where no one was able to see his person anymore.

Once the mist disappeared, everyone’s eyes widened and their mouth became agape as the man looked down at his new clothes he looked at his friends and parents shocked expressions. He raised an eyebrow at their peculiar behavior.

“What?” Lisa was the first to approach her son and looked over his appearance. Her son basically pictured the younger and human version of her husband and she raised a black loc off his shoulder.

“Oh Adrian, you look so much like your father when he was young! You are just as handsome with black hair than your blonde. How incredible!” Lisa squeals as Alucard felt flustered by his mother’s praise.

“Mother, please.” He tells her a blush coming onto his cheeks.

Lisa then turns to Sypha who was panting a bit. This spell takes a lot of her and Lisa moved back over to Sypha to help her sit down in a nearby chair.

“So this is what you would have looked like if you had black hair, extraordinary.” His father mused. It was as if he was looking at himself a whole century ago. Even in his younger years, Vlad had the same brown eyes and long black hair his son sported and felt a bit nostalgic. Although he had changed into a vampire, there were times where he kind of missed being human.

“I’m sorry, I forget that this particular spell is very taxing on my body.” Sypha tells Lisa, who shakes her head.

“It’s fine dear, you have an amazing talent of magic, you just rest a bit.” Lisa tells her motherly.

“We should get going, who knows when and where they will be moving next and we need to get moving in order to save your lady friend.” Trevor tells everyone, his tease targeted Alucard who glared at the hunter.

“He’s right, I can still fight.” Sypha stood from her place in her seat, feeling a bit dizzy as Lisa helped her steady herself.

“But, we must be quick, this spell can only last an hour or so before it wears off.” Sypha tells them and Dracula was quick to move to the mirror where the camp was located and moved it to see a different place that looked a good mile away from the camp.

“This should be close enough to the camp to sneak into. Be careful they may be henchmen but they are not idiots.” He tells the three.

Alucard adjusted his sword at his hip and moved to stand in front of the mirror with his two companions behind him.

“Let’s go.” Alucard says and he and the others stepped into the mirror leaving Lisa and Dracula to watch after them. Lisa worries for their safety but knows they will come out victorious in the end.

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Trevor approaches Alucard and the dhampir turns to the man who had a concerned look on his face.

“Sypha can’t go for too long, she has returned to the castle to recover but, she will help us from there. Your father says to return to the area to go back through the mirror once we retrieve your friend.” Trevor tells Alucard who nods in understanding.

“Let’s get going. This spell can only last for an hour or so, that should give us enough time to get Alia out of there.” Alucard told him and the two made their way towards the camp.

Their identities were hidden as best as possible. Trevor had doned his fur cloak, hiding his Belmont crest on his shirt and Alucard made sure that the both of them walked as quick as possible in order to prolong the spell. If the spell broke, their plan would be ruined.

Trevor would play as Alucard’s head bodyguard and he would be playing backup just encase things don’t go as smoothly as possible.

As they approached the camp, two men with swords by their sides stood guard at the entrance and immediately their swords were drawn when Alucard and Trevor came closer.

“Who goes there?” One of the men asked as Alucard held his hands up to show he meant no harm.

“I am here to buy a couple night creatures to serve me.” He tells the man who stared at him.

“What you need night creatures for? You a business man?” He asked Alucard who nods. A smirk plays on his lips as the guard turns to his fellow guard.

“Tell the boss we have a buyer.” He says and the second guard nods giving an apprehensive look to Alucard and Trevor before quickly leaving the area.

A few minutes pass and the second guard returned with a burly man who was quite stout with red hair and matching mustache.

“I heard from my men that you are interested in the product we have here. What you interested in buying?” He asked.

“I wanted to browse around your camp to see if the creatures you have vacant here will be what I need for my estate.” Alucard tells him.

“Hmm, your estate huh?” The red head looks over Alucard’s attire and realized he was dressed like a rich nobleman but, anyone could do that.

“How can I know that you are a buyer? I see no large coin purse on you.” The man says and Alucard lifted his palm out to Trevor who reached his left side and grabbed the large pouch of diamonds.

Giving it to Alucard, the dhampir unlaced the strings of the pouch and the diamonds on top of the pile spilled over to shine. If you looked closely, you could see the money signs bling in the red haired man’s eyes.

“Well then! I guess I ought to show you what we have in our catalog, won’t I, Mr...?” He coaxed to Alucard who fluffed out his collar to keep up his act.

“Arikado. Genya Arikado.” Alucard says.

“Mr. Arikado,” he says and then nods moving over to place a hand on his shoulder to guide him into the camp.

“My name is Henrik and I am what I guess you could say is the manager of this camp. Feel free to ask me anything as we browse through the merchandise.” He says.

He notices that Trevor is following close behind and moves to whisper in Alucard’s ear.

“Do you need him to come as well?” Henrik asks.

“He is one of my bodyguards, the best I had hired. He stays with me at all times.” Alucard tells him as Henrik nods quickly seeing that his comment made his potential future client greatly offended.

“But of course sir, you seem to be a very important man and as such must have a lot of protection and money as well.” Henrik says with a smirk as they begin to pass cages with different creatures inside of them. Alucard’s eyes scanned the cages closely and so far there was no sign of Alia.

“Yes, my family has been quite wealthy for almost forty years and quite familiar with the church of my hometown.” Alucard fibs.

“What town, I dare ask?” Henrik asks.

“Aldra. Although we lack a lot of men, we are the most prosperous city on the countryside.” Alucard says.

Money signs played in Henrik’s eyes and he licked his lips in greed.

“Then I shall show you our most exclusive creatures we have on the market that you may be of interest.” He tells Alucard and guides him towards the back of the camp where a long chain cut off the other cages nearby.

Removing the chain, Henrik motioned to Alucard and Trevor to step in first then followed behind them. Again his eyes scanned the cages and then the sound of sobs reached his ears as he turned his head right to see a pair of familiar wings and curly black hair.

“Here we have a rare blue eyed werewolf, caught him a week ago. Had a hard time bagging this one, he’s been our most asked and most popular creature on the market. Bout to be on auction in the next two days.” He explains to Alucard who clearly wasn’t paying any mind to Henrik.

“What about that one?” Alucard points to Alia’s cage and Henrik looks to where he is pointing and raises his eyebrows.

“The fairy? What could you possibly want a fairy for, sir? They are actually the least valuable ones in the black market.” Henrik tells him. Alucard’s steely glare shifts to Henrik and the red head jumps back in fear.

“But, that doesn’t mean I won’t stop you from being interested in buying! Why don’t we check the fairy out and see if she is any of your liking.” Henrik says with a nervous chuckle as he moved to where Alia’s cage was. Alucard and Trevor followed and once they were by the bars of the cage Henrik banged the bars to get the fairy’s attention.

“Hey wake up! You have a potential buyer, make yourself presentable!” Henrik yells into the cage as Alia’s slumped form jumped from the sudden banging.

She slowly shifts her body to where she was sitting on her knees and looked at Alucard with sad, defeated eyes. Alucard’s eyes widened at the state Alia was in and his jaw clenched in anger.

Her vibrant and glowing brown skin was now a pale ashen brown color, her wings were down and fluttering every now and then and it looked like every time she did flutter her wings she would winch from the pain. Her head dropped to look down at her knees and her black curls curtained her face.

Something was holding her around the middle as her arms laid trapped by her sides.

“What is that around her middle? Rope?” Alucard asked, keeping his anger out of his tone.

“That is actually an iron wire that is around her. It’s their kinds weakness and it has what been keeping her in check. Came in last night and from my sources she is part water sprite and fairy. She raises in value in the market, if they are more than one creature their value increases-”

“How much for her?” Alucard asks interrupting his rant.

“My good sir, she’s unfortunately not for sale.”

“Excuse me?” Alucard turns to the man with murder in his eyes.

“I-I simply meant that she is not allowed to be purchased right now! She’s up for auction!” Henrik explains in fear.

“I have enough here to buy your whole camp. You would dare prevent me from purchasing just one fairy. What kind of business are you running?” Alucard asked Henrik who gulps.

“I’m sorry sir, but it has already been sent to other camps that this fairy is up for auction, I can however show you other fairies that are available-”

“I said I want her. I want her. NOW.” Alucard says darkly getting close to the man. Henrik gulps heavily and begins to nod profusely.

“Yes sir, right away sir! Right away!” Henrik says and calls for some men to open the cage.

It took three men to open the cage, one to unlock the chains and two to raise the bars leading inside the cage. Alucard moved to enter the cage and approached the hurt fairy.

Alia scrambled to the edge of her prison to get away from the black haired man that he knelt in front of her. His brown eyes softened and he reached his hand out to brush away her hair and look in her scared eyes.

His hand then fell down to her cheek and gently caressed it, he then smiled gently at her and Alia tilted her head in confusion. He looked familiar.

“She’s perfect.” Alucard says and Henrik nods with a rub to his head. He knew his higher ups would be upset with him but, when he shows them how much he had for letting someone else buy the fairy they would probably let him get a higher position.

“Shall we have her packaged for you, sir?” Henrik asked.

Alucard nods to Trevor who grabbed the back of Alia’s rope and tugged her roughly towards him. Alia yelps and grunts from the pain of the wire tightening around her.

“I believe my guard has a pretty good hold on her. Now, your payment.” Alucard says.

“Yes, her original price was 7,000 coins. But, with the extraction fee, and the storage fee-”

“13 diamonds to cover all the expenses should be enough, yes?” Alucard asks as he dug inside the pouch to grab them and then toss it to Henrik who greedily caught them and inspected them to see they were indeed real diamonds.

“Of course sir, she is all yours. Pleasure doing business with you.” He bows to Alucard and the dhampir nods to the man taking his leave.

“We shall be on our way now. I will be sure to return soon for more creatures.” Alucard tells the man as Henrik escorted them out his eyes twinkling at his the treasure he held in his hands.

“Please do return soon sir, we appreciate your service here.” Henrik says.

Alia begins to struggle in Trevor’s grip and the man pulls her closer to stop her and leans his head down to her ear.

“Be still and be quiet we are here to help you.” He tells her and Alia immediately stills at the new information.

Help her? Who the hell were they?

As they were approaching the entrance, the bottom of Alucard’s long brown cloak began to revert back to its original black and slowly the rest of his outfit followed suit. Trevor quickly noticed and cleared his throat to get the dhampir’s attention.

Alucard side eyed his companion and Trevor pointed his eyes down to his cloak and Alucard realizes the spell was fading away.

Henrik noticed that his client was suddenly tense and placed a hand on his sword, thinking nothing of it, Henrik continued to guide them back to the entrance of the camp.

As they approached the front Alucard’s whole outfit was different from the one he was in earlier. He prayed that Henrik didn’t notice but unfortunately the red head did as he turned and raised an eyebrow.

“Mr. Arikado if I may ask were you always wearing that outfit?” Henrik questions.

“My attire is able to change on its own, my hometown has made a thread that allows my attire to change its appearance depending on the time of day. It’s quite extraordinary, I have went from business attire to casual attire. Now, then I must take my leave-”

“Does that also include your hair changing from black to blonde as well?” Henrik asks and flicked his fingers in the air.

“Adrian?” Alia’s breathless voice called to the dhampir and he turns his head to her with a small smile.

Suddenly, men surrounded the four of them with weapons drawn as Henrik frowns and takes a step back to allow the men to circle the three.

“You see Mr. Arikado, I don’t like to be played the fool and though you have payed me handsomely for the fairy, it would seem that you have made my interest in what you are to take you to the auction than her.” Henrik says as he smirks.

Alucard’s grip on his sword tightens as he frowns.

“Get them!” Henrik yells and the men slowly approaches the three with sickening grins.

“Fuck.” Trevor curses as he looks around the men.

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End of Part 7

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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The Hidden (5)

Chapter 5: Not Alone

The Mandalorian x Reader

Author’s Note: Y’all this one is a DOOZY. I think is the longest thing I have ever posted on this blog. so yay me! Also, I should 100% be studying for my finals but this freaking man, and this story has been on my mind all day and I could not focus. So, let’s hope I don’t fail these finals and if I do then I can totally blame the Mandalorian right? Right? Anyway, let me know what y’all think, feedback is encouraged and highly appreciated! thank you all for all the support this far! <3

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity, violence, and death.

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five (Here), Six, Seven, Eight

You woke with a start, the images that plagued your sleep dissipating as you awoke, leaving you with nothing but a thin sheet of sweat covering your body and an ache between your thighs.

You tried to steady your erratic breathing and calm your flushed face. The images from the dream still danced across your mind in flashes of tanned skin, warm hands and whispery breaths. You let out a shaky sigh as you swung your legs over the side of the hammock and sat up, hyper aware of the thin tank top sticking to your still damp skin.

“Sleep well?”

You startled at the modulated voice and whip your head to face the sound. You are met with none other than the very man that plagued your sleep as he fiddled with the armor on his arms, head tilted in a curious manner. You felt a blush creep up your neck and fill your cheeks. Had he heard you? You silently prayed to the maker that you weren’t obvious in your unconscious state.

You inhaled deeply, running a hand through your sweat damp hair, “I-uhm, yeah I slept good. You?”

There was a slight pause before he spoke, “Surprisingly yes,” you sighed in silent relief. He hadn’t heard you.

“Until your restlessness woke me up.” He stated, a teasing hint in his voice.

Well shit.

If your face wasn’t on fire before it certainly was now. You stood quickly and stumbled slightly as you grabbed your cloak from the floor along with a small towel. “I’m sorry- I uhm,” you stuttered as you walked towards the exit desperate to distance yourself from the awkward situation, “I’m going to go get some air really quick.” You mutter, pushing past the curtain and out the door.

Dyn watched you leave, a smirk sliding onto his face under the helmet at your embarrassed state. He had heard. Of course, he had, you were only five feet apart from one another and his bounty hunter days made him a light sleeper. And surprisingly, he wasn’t upset by what had happened, or embarrassed. As confusing as it was to him, he felt himself growing attached to you, and the fact that you had obviously dreamed about him (if your nickname for him being called several times didn’t give it away), had him yearning for more.

More what? He asked himself.

Besides the obvious physical aspect, he didn’t know yet. He had only known you for a week at most, and still he felt this indescribable pull towards you, a force, if you will. He felt the need to be near you, talk to you, protect you, even though he knew you didn’t need his protection, he was baffled by these new developments. He let out a low sigh and looked around the small hut, quickly spotting the child waddling from the back room gurgling lightly. As he moved towards the kid and picked him up, he felt the bandages around his torso shift slightly and hissed. He lifted up the bottom of his shirt and saw a small amount of blood peaking through the white gauze. He dropped his shirt and held the kid up in front of his face gently.

“I think some washing up is in order, what do you think?” he asked rhetorically.

The kid just giggled and reached out tiny hands to grasp for the Mandalorian.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.”

He tucked the child in the crook of his arm and left the building to inquire about a bathing area.

You lightly smacked yourself in the forehead as you approached a small river nearby the village.

“stupid, stupid, stupid,” you chastised, “He probably hates me and never wants to talk to me again,” you say to yourself as you drop your items on a nearby patch of grass.

You sit down and start to take off your shoes followed by the rest of your clothing and set them neatly in a pile a few feet from the bank. You grabbed the soap you managed to snatch before you sped out of your house and waded into the river, sighing as the cool water encased you. After the skirmish with the beasts and the consequent cleanup, you felt absolutely disgusting, so you felt a refresh was in order. You gently started to scrub the dirt and grime from your body as your mind wandered back to this morning and last nights events.

It was now clearly obvious the feelings you harbored for your armored guest, but you were still unsure of exactly why you felt these things. At first you wanted to brush them off as simple and natural feelings stemming from not being with anyone in that way for a long time. But you knew it was deeper than that. You dunked your head under the water to get your hair wet before emerging and scrubbing at your hair angrily with the soap. You were frustrated. Frustrated that you were feeling these things. Frustrated that you couldn’t control them. And frustrated at that stupid helmet and that stupid bounty hunter never seemed to leave your thoughts. Yet the connection you felt for him was stronger than any frustration you felt. You could feel a yearning tugging at your heart when you saw him interact with the child, a warmth when he spoke to you and an ineffable feeling to want to see him – to know him, the real him. Not the mask you are so used to. Who was he beneath the helmet?

You let out a sigh at the still unanswered question that tormented your mind. You dunked your head underwater to rinse out the suds, the sound of rushing water covering up the sound of an approaching intruder.

Dyn had not intended on following you or sneaking up on you for that matter. He just followed the directions that one of the villagers gave him to the local bathing spot and was not prepared to for what he saw. The neat pile of familiar clothing should have keyed him into the situation but, before he realized who’s clothing it was, he was already at the rivers clearing and frozen by the sight before him. You had risen from the water, thankfully (or not so thankfully), facing the other direction as you wrung out your soaked hair. Dyn couldn’t help himself as he studied your form, eyes trailing over every dip and curve, admiring in silence your beautiful yet powerful build. he could practically feel the suppleness of your skin under his fingertips despite never having touched you before. As his eyes continued to roam your body, he took note of the large jagged scar that traveled from your left hip up to your right shoulder blade and felt a small tug of rage at whomever had caused it. However, his thoughts were cut short as you turned around slowly, leaving nothing to his imagination anymore, to exit the river and your eyes landed on his figure at the edge of the clearing.

On instinct you dropped into the water, covering whatever dignity you had left, and gasped loudly.

“Mando! What the kriff are you doing?” you screech.

“I-uhm-“ he quickly whipped around to face the other direction and reluctantly removed his gaze from you, “I was just following directions from another villager, I didn’t know-“ he stopped to steady his breathing slightly, “I had no idea you were here.”

You could hear the earnestness in his voice, but still your face flushed for what felt like the millionth time this morning.

“Well stay turned around, I would like to keep some of my dignity and I really don’t need the kid seeing all I have to offer either.” You tease.

You climb out of the water and shove down the thought of ‘if he didn’t have the kid, I would have invited him in’ as you approach your clothing. You quickly and haphazardly dry off and throw your clothes on before brushing past the Mandalorian tossing the soap bar in his direction.

“You might need this,” he fumbles to catch the slippery bar with one hand but manages to do so and watches your figure retreat back to the village.

“Stop staring Mando!” you call out over your shoulder.

He quickly averts his eyes and turns to face the river and repeat the process you just finished. He sets the kid down on the ground and finds small round nut on the ground and hands it to the child before ushering him behind a near by tree. The kid is instantly entranced by the small object and begins playing with it as Mando walks down to the river and begins removing his armor. The vision of your unclothed form and question of the origin of the scar plaguing his mind.

When you return to the village all you want to do is crawl into a hole and die, mortified at the seemingly endless chain of humiliating events this morning. By the time you reach your home, change into clean clothes and tidy up, it’s around early afternoon.

“Hey (Y/N)!” your friend Ariah excitedly greets you as you exit the building.

“Hey! What’s got you so excited?” you ask amusedly, not used to seeing the woman so hyped up.

She grasps your shoulders and bounces on the balls of her feet, “We’re having a party! To celebrate our victory the other night. We haven’t had a party in ages.”

You raise your eyebrows at the news, “A party? I can’t even remember the last time we had one of those that wasn’t for the local solstice.”

Every year your village and the other tribes around the area held a large celebration to celebrate the summer solstice. It came with bonfires, eating, drinking, and a lot of dancing. Something that while rare, you looked forward too.

Ariah nods excitedly, “Right? It’s going to be so fun, and we can actually just relax now that we don’t have to worry about those beasts.” You see her glance over your shoulder, “All thanks to you and him.”

You follow her gaze to see Mando had returned and was watching from a distance as the children played with the child, rolling a small ball to and fro. He seemed to sense your gaze and looked over to you, well you assumed he was looking at you. You quickly looked away as he started to walk towards you, leaving the kid with the other children.

Ariah gives you a knowing look before squeezing your hands gently, “I’ll see you tonight (Y/N)! you too Mando!” she calls over her shoulder as she retreats.

“What was that?” you hear his modulated voice ask.

You shrug and turn to walk back into your house, the Mandalorian following you, “We’re having a celebration tonight,” you walk over and sit on your hammock, swinging slightly, “To celebrate the defeat of the Chroigs. And you.”

“Me?” you could hear the disbelief in his voice.

You smiled and chuckled, “Yes, you. Without you and your idea those animals would still be out there.”

“You all did most of the work,” he defended.

You rolled your eyes, “Just take the compliment Mando, and enjoy the party tonight.”

He didn’t respond to you and a comfortable silence filled the air as you rocked in your hammock and Mando gazed out the nearby window at the playing children.

“How did you get that scar?”

The question startled you, and for a moment you were confused. Until you saw him looking directly at you and realized that he was referring to the scar he no doubt saw this morning. You didn’t answer right away, not sure if you wanted to dredge up the past you so desperately tried to keep hidden. But you sighed and stood, moving to the very window he was looking out of, and watched the children play gently with the small green child.

“I was about their age,” you started gently, “My parents and I were out at the market on my home plant, shopping for my birthday actually,” You had barely started and yet you felt a lump forming in the back of your throat, “When out of nowhere the streets were flooded with storm troopers and empire soldiers.”

You heard the Mandalorian come to join you at the window, his cool beskar armor brushing your arm slightly, a small comfort to you in that moment. You continued.

“Blasters start firing and my parents are screaming, my mother picked me up and ran through the chaos to try and get me to safety. I saw my dad running after us but then the next thing I know a red bolt of light hit him in the back and he was gone,” I feel a tear slip from my eyes and wipe it away quickly, “I didn’t know it in that moment, but they were there for me. A man in all black with, what I now know to be a light saber, followed my mother and I. She turned to fight, to save me, but she couldn’t win, not against him. So, I ran. But I couldn’t outrun him either.” At this I pulled up my shirt slightly revealing my scar once more, “He slashed me across the back, and I fell, he must have assumed I was dead because next thing I know I’m waking up in the destroyed market. Alone.”

I finish my story and wipe at my eyes once more, trying to wipe the wet signs emotion from my face.

“Sorry it’s not some heroic battle story,” I let out a dry chuckle, trying to lighten the mood and also forget once more.

But Mando wasn’t done.

“Why did the empire want you? You were just a child.” His voice was full of malice, and what sounded like a sense of understanding.

“I can do things,” you say, still not sure if you want to reveal this secret, a secret only you have known for the majority of your life.

Mando turns to face you, “What kinds of things? What could possibly make the empire hunt you down?”

“I can use the force,” you finally spit out, the secret finally out in the open.

You’re ready for judgement, or fear, the same fear that was in your parent’s eyes when they saw you lift a ball without touching it. The fear of the unknown.

But you’re only met with a head tilt of confusion from the bounty hunter, clearly not understanding what you were on about. You can understand, you didn’t know what it was either until you came across story books in your travels, one’s of people known as the Jedi able to move things with their minds and even control others. Over the years you had learned to hone your abilities but every time you used them the memory of that horrible day filled your mind, and the fear of being found once more scared you into hiding. So, you stopped. You quit using your powers, kept them secret from anyone but yourself. So, to be telling this to the man in front of you, a bounty hunter no less, was terrifying. You explained, as simply as you could, what the force was to the Mandalorian and paused once you were done, looking up at him worriedly.

“You see why I don’t tell anyone? I sound crazy, and stupid, and- “you are cut short as he strides out of your home, cape fluttering behind him.

Your heart drops into your stomach, a sense of dread weighing heavy on your limbs. He was going to tell someone. He was going to tell the whole village and you were going to be forced to leave. Or he was going to leave and tell someone about your whereabouts. All of these thoughts were flying through your mind that you had spaced out and gasped when the Mandalorian burst into your home once more this time holding the child. He set the child down on the counter carefully before picking up a stray bowl and held it out to you.

“Can you do it to this? In front of the kid?” he asked hurriedly.

You looked at him quizzically, “Of course I can do it with a bowl. Mando what is this about?” His actions were very out of character.

“Will you do it? Please?” he almost begged.

You hesitated, not having used your powers in front if anyone since you were a child but reached your hand out slightly. You felt the force latch onto the bowl and Mando withdrew his hand leaving the bowl suspended in midair, the only thing keeping it in place was you. You watched as the child’s wide eyes looked from you to the bowl in front of him, seemingly mesmerized by the action. You looked over to Mando, about to speak up, confused about the point of this all when you felt it. A connection. You looked back to the child and saw his little hand extended towards the bowl, eyes squinted in concentration. Realization dawned on you; this little child was like you. You released the bowl from your force grip and brought your hands to your mouth, a shocked sound slipping past your lips as it stayed suspended. However, the bowl soon fell to the ground and shattered as the kid slumped back in exhaustion. With your hands still over your mouth, you look from the small child then over to Mando who was stood stock still.

You dropped your hands from your mouth and let out an excited gasp, “Oh my stars!” you turned to Mando, who still hadn’t moved and instinctively threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“I thought I was alone!” you admitted, “This whole time. But he’s here! And –“ you realized you were still clinging to the bounty hunter and stepped away slightly, another realization dawning on you, “That’s why you’re here. Someone is after him.” You look back to the brown bundle who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the countertop, exhausted.

All Mando could do was nod, he couldn’t make his mouth form words. All of this information was too much for him. The kid, you, the fact that you both could do these things, posessed these powers. Then his mind went back to your story and he felt his heart constrict. You didn’t deserve this.

“I’m sorry.” He eventually whispered.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, what was he sorry about?

“What you went through,” he clarified, “and asking. I had no right.”

You shook your head and stepped forward eyes not meeting his and placed a gentle hand on his arm, “I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t want to. Plus- “you looked up to him, “It felt…nice to finally open up. Tell someone about everything,” you admitted.

“My parents were killed too,” be confessed, catching you by surprise, “I was a child, like you, when droids attacked my village. My parents hid me in a hatch in the ground, but they didn’t make it,” you can hear his voice shake slightly and your eyes soften, you squeeze his arm comfortingly and he continues, “The Mandalorians found me, raised me, and that’s how I ended up doing what I did, how I ended up here.”

You smile sadly and bring the tall man into a hug; he hesitates shortly before wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. You sigh contentedly as you rest your cheek against his chest plate, the cool metal a comfort to your warm skin.

You weren’t alone after all.

#dyn jarren x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #star wars

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inspirationdivine · 4 years

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Ruthless || Lydia and Ariana

Timing: Now Parties: @letsbenditlikebennett @inspirationdivine Summary: Ariana confronts Lydia Warnings: domestic abuse discussion, reference to gun use

The only thing stronger than the crushing guilt was the fiery anger that seemed to roar anytime Ariana dared to think of Lydia. Every ounce of common sense she had was telling her this was a terrible idea, but she didn’t care. The worst had already happened, what more could Lydia possibly do to hurt her? A large part of her wanted to rip Lydia from limb to limb and make her pay for what she’d done to Ace. The only thing that was remotely holding her back was the promise she’d made to Ace when they first talked about all of this. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she needed some sort of… Hell, she had no idea what she needed, but she’d figure it out when she got there. There was no sense of caution in her as she marched up Lydia’s driveway and banged loudly on her front door.

Already, Lydia had construction workers downstairs, filling up the secret tunnel that had apparently been there decades without anyone noticing. Her nightmares had adopted a new quality, with teeth and glowing eyes. The death of Winn Woods was no longer on the news, but it had started haunting her this week and this week alone, thinking about that silver bullet piercing right through him. Wondering whether it had hurt, that split moment. Whether he had been afraid, or lonely. Maybe he had known, maybe he hadn’t, he had thought he could escape his past right until he hadn’t. He hadn’t been born a werewolf, but he had been one all the same. The thoughts went around and around in her head, like a spinning top. She didn’t just think about Winn Woods.

Mushroom season would peak this year on a full moon. Wasn’t there something ironic in that?Every day, the pollen called on her a little harder, enticing her closer and closer to the local fairy rings. It tickled her skin, bounced her legs. Just yesterday, she’d promise bound three young men to do the macarena until their legs fell off. She was frenetic, and furious. Lydia stared at the email she had been writing for the past two hours listlessly. Jeremiah and Mohammed had quit their security positions as soon as they had smelled what had happened, so two new guards had come in. Pushing the thought away, Lydia tried to return to describing her in-depth paint analysis services, to confirm authenticity. She’d barely written another word when someone banged on the door. Lydia reached for her phone, checking the camera. Ariana, the young werewolf. Her stomach soured as she put on her best, cruelest smile and went to answer. “Ariana, darling, why don’t you come in!” The little girl was a thief after all.

Whatever this was, Ariana didn’t understand it and practically spat out, “Don’t call me darling.” Already, she could feel the hum of a low growl threaten to rise its way up to her throat. Her claws were practically screaming under her skin to come out and spill Lydia’s blood the way she had spilled Ace’s. Only a small part of her could register

that going in was a bad idea, but she needed Lydia to pay for this. The only one more at blame for what happened to Ace was her and she couldn’t just get away with this. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she huffed out, “Fine.” There was no reluctance as she followed her in. This wasn’t a conversation meant for the neighbors to overhear. There was no holding back the anger that was brewing under the surface and she demanded, “What’d you do with him?” She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know the answer outside of the gun wounds, but her own actions had led to this. She should have just told Athena about Lydia then none of this would have had the chance to happen.

This explained it, then. Why Ariana had been sneaking about, who had bitten Sammy. All of it made sense now. Which meant they’d been conspiring against her much longer than Lydia had ever realised. She wanted to wring Chloe’s neck for this, for ever even having put them in this situation, but she needed Chloe until at the very least she could secure a full house once more, so the woman would have to stay. For now. Lydia caught O’s eye as she walked past them, tilting her head so that the zombie would follow. It was still close to the full moon, after all. Lydia led the both of them through to her office, where she promptly sat back at her desk, scrutinising the girl. “I won’t be shouted at in my own home,” Lydia said, with a lightness that didn’t match the situation, as if they were arguing about where Lydia left her bins, rather than murder. Killing a human, Lydia quickly corrected herself. “I think the question is rather, what did you do to him?”

“I’m hardly shouting at you,” Ariana huffed with her arms crossed squarely over her chest. This wasn’t even close to loud for her. Lydia didn’t want to see loud or stare down the face of a transformed wolf. Every instinct in her wanted to just rip her to shreds, but that wasn’t the way to go about this. She rolled her eyes at the fae’s question. “Seriously? What did I do to him? You kept him in your basement and murdered him and you’re asking what I did to him?” How could she possibly be thinking what Ari had done to him was wrong? He wanted to be a wolf. He wanted a life outside her fucking basement. She’d been trying to help him when all Lydia wanted to do was keep her meals around for far too fucking long. Her blood was boiling under her skin and she answered, “I bit him because he was my friend and he wanted me to.”

What a petulant child. It was the only thought Lydia could muster inside her, all that rage and betrayal fizzing right under her skin. Lydia had been deprived here more than anyone else, and this girl was rolling her eyes at her?Lydia tapped her acrylic nails against the mahogany desk impatiently. That Ariana was a werewolf at all was the only reason she received even a modicum of Lydia’s patience, although it was already wearing thin. “What, exactly, did you think would happen after?” Lydia asked quietly. “What was your grand plan? Did you expect me to starve myself after you removed my sustenance? Did you think he would stay with you once he’d used you to escape? I’m ever so curious.”

The question Lydia asked next felt like a dagger sinking into her gut. What did Ariana think would happen? The guilt of that question had tormented her for days now and she still didn’t have an answer, but she refused to let Lydia see her cry. To give her any indication that she’d get the upper hand here. She wouldn’t. She’d pay for this somehow even if she had to go down the route of getting Athena involved. “That you wouldn’t eat or kill a werewolf and that oh, I don’t know, he was of course welcome to stay with me. I could introduce you to someone new if I had to,” she grumbled with her fists clenched at her side, “I’m sure as shit not giving you her name now though.” That much was true though the implication that she ever would had been stretching the truth. She had only spoken to Kelly a handful of times since that open mic night, but she still knew she’d feel like shit if she were to send her to her death. “I find it really hard to believe you have to keep your food long term hostage in your home instead of I don’t know, just eating them and being done with it. Seems kind of excessive to play with your food.”

Lydia glared at her. She hadn’t killed a werewolf. He’d had the bite, it meant nothing, as little as killing someone bitten by a zombie. He hadn’t yet turned. He’d been a threat, he’d- Lydia wasn’t letting this rug rat get to her. “If you had asked for a trade, we wouldn’t be in this situation, my dear. I’m not unreasonable.” Now it was Lydia’s turn to roll her eyes. “That isn’t how it works, sweet pea. You’re all the same, lecturing me on my diet without any understanding of it. You couldn’t eat an elephant all at once, could you? And yet once you start, well, the elephant is fucked.” Lydia pursed her lips, her false smile an icy sneer. “I hardly have to justify myself to you, do I? I have no doubt you’ve already cast me as an irredeemable villain, simply for having a different diet to yours. Then again, perhaps you have never accidentally snacked on a hiker, so you have all the moral high ground.”

Ariana felt her breath catch in her throat again. She’d wanted so badly for there to be another way that she let herself believe her half-assed plan could work. That there would be an answer to this where no one else got hurt. Who the hell was she to think she could accomplish something like that? Celeste hadn’t been able to and Celeste had been way smarter than she’d ever be. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, but she refused to falter. Not here. Not now. Not in front of her. “Right, because you were so receptive when I showed up here before and not at all full of it,” she remarked. Lashing out felt better than admitting Lydia was right. She should have just brought Kelly here or worse. Athena was still sitting in the second spot on her speed dial. “Don’t call me that,” she spat, “I’m not-- I don’t care that you have to eat people to live. That’s hardly your fault. You just don’t have to be all Silence of the fucking Lambs about it. And no, actually, I haven’t accidentally snacked on a hiker. I’m careful about that shit. I mean… I ate the hunter that killed my sister, but that was on purpose and not the point.” The last part slipped out and she internally groaned. This wasn’t going well, but what did she think would happen? They weren’t alone here and she doubted she could just rip Lydia apart like she so badly wanted to do.

“You mean when you were trespassing on my property? You weren’t there to bargain, girl, you were there to spy. I should never have been so gentle in the first place,” Lydia retorted sceptically. “Don’t lie. It’s bad enough you’ve caused this mess, don’t make it worse.” Which would sting to hear, wouldn’t it? If Ariana hadn’t interfered, Sammy would be happy. He was content here. As he had told Lydia all the time, what he felt was more than just devotion. She had been his world, and everything had been better that way. “Silence of the lambs?” Lydia scoffed, crossing her arms. “That is a tad dramatic, don’t you think? That said, I’m ever so young for a fae. I’m fascinated to hear what a child has to advise me about how to best prepare my meals.” I’m careful about that shit. Some individuals were so proud of how little danger they were to humans. As if they were living their lives ready to defend themselves to the courts of a Hunter’s ego. It was a great, pathetic source of pride for Ariana, clearly. There was a cheap shot to make there, lined up so well that Lydia opened her mouth to make it searingly, before thinking better of herself. Fury didn’t need to make her cruel. “I am sorry about your sister. I do know what that feels like.”

“Fine, I was spying which was how I figured out what kind of fae you were and went to that stupid open mic night in the first place,” Ariana said as she crossed her arms over her chest for what felt like the millionth time. Why was she here? What was this possibly going to accomplish? This had been another bad idea in her long series of dumbass decisions. Then all of a sudden she couldn’t tell who she was more angry at-- Lydia or herself. “I may have bitten him, but you didn’t have to shoot him,” she retorted though she still felt her stomach doing flips inside of her as she did. She should have gotten better help. She should have done literally anything else, but Lydia could have also just chosen not to kill him, too. “Uh, not really. I don’t know, think you’re old enough to figure out how to find a less serial killer Netflix documentary way of preparing your dinner, Vicky.” Her words were sharp, especially as she emphasized the name she’d found on Lydia’s subreddit. She shifted uncomfortably as Lydia apologized about her sister. It felt all wrong. “Oh,” she started, unsure if this was a trick or something, “No one should have to know what that feels like.” Had Lydia’s sister been as terrible as she was? “That doesn’t make this better. Did you at least bury him or do something?”

“He would never have survived as a wolf. He didn’t have the constitution for it. He wouldn’t have been happy as one, and he would have grown to resent you in the end. His family are hunters, after all,” Lydia replied, her words as barbed as icicles where Ariana had struck a nerve, “Do you really think he would have been happy, long term, when he spent his whole life learning how wrong we were. All you offered was a flightful fantasy, enough for the moment and no more.” She raised her eyebrows at the reference to a different name. It should be mildly concerning that Ariana had found it, or had even bother to in the first place, but it was laughable the way the girl threw it as an insult when it had been a name Lydia had chosen for herself. The tone sombered, dead siblings lingering in the air. “I took care of his body.”

Her resolve struggled as Lydia threw the very fears she had this entire time right back in her face. Even if Ariana had managed to save him, what if Alcher and Lydia were both right and he just ended up hating her for it? He probably hated her now too and the realization made her feel sick. “You don’t know that,” she responded weakly, not even believing herself at this point. What was she supposed to do now? Her heart felt ready to burst and it was becoming harder to breathe again. No, she wasn’t doing this here. She did her best to maintain a half-assed glare that likely didn’t do much to convince Lydia that she was mad at anyone but herself. “You took care of it,” Her breath hitched in her throat for what felt like the millionth time and she swallowed it back down, “How?”

“I know him better than you ever would have,” Lydia replied with a poignant shrug. “You could only have met him a handful of times. I felt everything he felt, for more than a year. How could you possibly compare?” Misguided and terrible as this all was, Lydia did feel for the young wolf, naive and deflating under the weight of her actions. Of course, Lydia would have to take precautions, she was still infuriated, but she did feel a twinge of guilt at tearing a child down so effortlessly. Then she remembered that Chloe was refusing to speak because of the situation Ariana had caused, and her mood soured all over. “Why? Do you want to pay your respects?”

Another surge of anger went through her as Lydia spoke. She didn’t know Ace better, not when she was influencing his emotions and actions. Then again, didn’t Ariana only know the version of him that had been under Lydia’s direction? Suddenly, she felt deflated again. “Yeah, fine. You knew him so well and still,” her voice cracked as she spoke and her mouth felt entirely too dry, “Maybe not as well, but I knew and cared about him, okay? I didn’t-- I just wanted… Fuck.” She could feel her heart thudding heavily against her chest and her clenched fist ready to crash into the next thing she saw. She needed to breathe. She needed to keep control of herself. There were other people here that she didn’t want to hurt. Hell, she didn’t want to hurt Lydia either. Not really as much as she envisioned how good it would feel to rip her to shreds. Her next question drew her out of the rabbit hole she was letting herself fall into. “I-- would you let me?” She asked even though she was almost sure of the answer.

“You were just spoiled. You tried to take something that wasn’t yours, you don’t get to cry now you broke it. I’m sure you cared, but you were selfish,” Lydia replied harshly, cocking her head back to sneer at Ariana down her nose, looking down on the girl even though she was the one sitting, not Ariana. Lydia sighed, brushing invisible crumbs from her skirt, brushing the entire affair away. Ariana already knew what her answer would be. So that Lydia could let the girl lead someone to incriminating evidence. If she was so soft on a human to deliberately bite him, she would be soft on the wrong kinds of humans too. “I wish things were different, Ariana. I had no desire to take a human you liked away from you. If you wanted to make him your pet so badly, all you had to do was make the trade. I’m already taking more risks than I can afford just trying to pacify you.”

Ariana knew it wouldn’t matter to her that a person couldn’t belong to anyone but themselves. Nothing she said or did mattered anymore. Ace was already dead. Lydia already knew it was her who bit him in the first place. She grumbled, “Yeah, whatever you say Lydia. I don’t know why I bothered coming to talk to you about this.” She’d been so heated, she’d needed some kind of answer, but what she found only confirmed what she already knew. Her actions had essentially sped up the timeline for Ace’s inevitable death. The familiar feeling of lead in her lungs was catching back up to her. The air in here felt too thick and she needed out. “He’s not a-- you know, whatever fine. I don’t see why it’s a risk, but I shouldn’t have even bothered coming here.”

“I hope you got what you were looking for.” Lydia replied. All of that righteous passion extinguished. Lydia almost felt bad. The girl was friends with Deirdre, perhaps she might find some solace there. Deirdre was good at being kind. Although that would be inconvenient, bringing Morgan into this all too. Morgan was far too human to understand this either, and unlike the welp in front of her, Lydia cared what Morgan thought. “Hmmm, perhaps not, but you have saved me some work in coming, however much trouble you’ve caused.” Lydia narrowed her eyes, sitting forward. Under her desk, her legs jittered. The spores were thick in the air today. “I see that we still don’t see eye to eye. Oh, sweet Ariana, you’ve forgotten you owe me a gratitude.”

Ariana hadn’t been sure what she was looking for, but this certainly wasn’t it. She’d already known Ace was dead. She’d heard the gunshot and smelled his blood. It wasn’t as if Lydia was going to provide any insightful answers or let her properly say goodbye. So she bit her tongue and said nothing. It seemed only now she was reminded of just how dangerous Lydia could be. Athena and Kaden had both warned her of this yet she still stomped over here fueled by grief and rage without any sort of a plan. She felt defeated, but a small spark in her still fired back. “Oh yes, I’m so glad I could save you some work,” she said sarcastically even though her glare was softer now. She’d been ready to walk out the door when she froze. A gratitude was owed. She remembered Kaden mentioning “thank you” could be a dangerous thing to say to a fae, but it had already been too late and she’d been hopeful it hadn’t been something Lydia was actually able to turn into a promise. Her heart felt as is if it was caught in her throat as she looked to Lydia. “What do you want?”

“For you to get off your moral high horse. For you to pay the price for what you made me do. The danger you put me in.” Lydia paused, her eyes flicking off into the distance as a small smile curled her lips. “You know what? I have had the most amazing idea. It’s ever so fitting. Let the punishment fit the crime, and all that. If you’re so eager to dilute your species by making humans into werewolves, then you should do that. Spend the next full moon in the Common. Or at the very least, start it there. Of course, I expect you not to talk about this situation with anyone.” Lydia shrugged, spinning her chair back and forth, and as another idea struck her, her smile grew. “If you like, once you’ve secured a few humans to fill Sammy’s place in your life, we can talk again, settle our differences and all that.” If they ever got to that. It was the kind of thing that would change Ariana the same way eating her own mother had changed Lydia. She would understand just how cheap human lives were once she’d had a taste of her own. And if she didn’t? That guilt eating her up right now would only magnify, suffocating her until she left, unable to cope. Lydia was fine with both of those options, honestly.

“I didn’t make you do anything,” Ariana snarled as she took a few steps back. She already hated where this was going. Lydia wanted to punish her on top of killing Ace. Seriously? Was she not already struggling enough? Horror crossed her face as Lydia continued. Did she really have to do this? She supposed she wouldn’t really be able to test the waters until then, but she already felt sick. There was no way she could shift in the Common under the full moon and maintain her control. Outside of the moon was one albeit still very difficult thing, but during. Shit. Then she was mentioning settling differences once someone filled Sammy’s place in her life? Something struck her with hearing his name for the first time and so cruelly from her lips. She wanted to rip into her and make all of her promises fucking meaningless, but something was pulling her back. It’d be so easy, to just shift right here and have this be done with, but she couldn’t. Instead, she let her anger simmer inside her and decided she needed to leave before she caused even more damage. “Oh, fuck you,” she said with a newfound ferocity before storming out of the place. She was sure to slam the door behind her, hopefully hard enough to cause some sort of damage.

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 4 years

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Missing the old Dexter

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent, since my Dexter Vex feels were at a peak. This is set during SOW, but there are no spoilers involved. Valkyrie and Tanith miss the old Dexter and Skulduggery knows how to get to him.

„I’m worried about him.“

Tanith looked up from cleaning her sword and sent Valkyrie a clueless look. „I’m worried about all of us.“ Meaningfully she motioned at the all surrounding death threats of the Leibniz Universe. „But do specify.“

Valkyrie put her head up on her hands and sighed. „Dexter. He is … not himself.“

Taniths’ shoulders slumped down a little. It was true, she had noticed it herself. But what was there to do about it? He was marked by all the things that have happened to him. He didn’t take life as lightly as he used to. He wasn’t an adventurer anymore, but a man who had seen too much, had endured too much, had lost too much. He was slowly but securely turning into Skulduggery. There was still a spark inside of him that reminded her of the old Dexter - a friendly wink, a sudden uncontrollable laugh, an instinctively done dance move during a fight. But a lot was missing. So much of him wasn’t there. And the sparks didn’t last long. They vanished, making space for the grim, scarred, silent Dexter whose beard had replaced his smile.

„Do you think there is anything we can do to…“ Valkyrie stopped mid-sentence, sighing like any attempt of restoring the old Dexter was hopeless from the start. Her sad face combined with the sad surroundings and the sad situation made Tanith wish for a medicine strong enough to cure her friends traumas alltogether. All of them wiped away, making space for happy memories and happy new experiences.

Skulduggery started getting up from where he had been meditating close-by and put on his hat. He stayed standing there, seemingly checking if Saracen and Dexter were returning from their hunt. Gently and surprisingly moved he said: „I can help.“

Tanith raised a brow and glanced at Valkyrie whose face was lighting up a little. „You have an idea?“

Skulduggery hummed and nodded, turning his head to look at her. „We should expect some resistance though.“

Skeptically but hopefully Tanith resumed cleaning her sword. „Well, I’m definitely thrilled to see what you’ve got up your sleeve.“

Valkyrie couldn’t focus on anything anymore from that moment on. She was so excited about the prospect of seeing the Dexter with the confidence of a lion again that she kept looking for his return from the woods. Skulduggery had therefore already managed to cheer up one of the traumatized people on this trip and Tanith had to admit that Valkyrie’s anticipated chatter sparked some kind of enthusiasm in her as well.

That enthusiasm was therefore to blame for her whipping her head around like a loser when Valkyrie came running to the fireplace with the repressed shouts of „They are returning!!!“ and „Act normal!!“ before she plopped down next to Tanith, breathing very unnormally fast.

Skulduggery was shaking his head, but he wasn’t sighing, therefore Tanith was almost a hundred percent that a soft smirk would have been on his features had he had features… She could have asked Valkyrie, because that girl was capable of reading Skulduggery’s facial expressions as if they were visible to her.

But she was too enthusiastic to see what Skulduggery had in mind for dear old Vex. He was definitely into it with his whole soul since Valkyrie’s happiness was the thing he held most sacred.

Understandable.

When she looked at Tanith with these cheerful, glowing eyes she realized that she would jump in front of a train for her.

„I hate hunting!“ Saracen whined, helping Dexter to hang the bodies upside down to a tree branch.

„I hate whining!“ The other man answered, making Saracen pull a face and sulk.

He definitely looked like a hunter with his beard and his grim expression and his shoulders. But he also looked kind of pleased when he turned around to face the others. „Dinner is secure.“

He wanted to turn around again, when he realized Tanith’s and Valkyrie’s excited stares. Squinting his eyes, he put his hands on his hips. „What?“

Little did he know Skulduggery had quietly sneaked up close behind him and was now motioning for Saracen to keep quiet. A slight flicker of Valkyrie’s eyes gave Dexter the hint that something was happening behind him, but even then, he was too slow. „What are you-“

All air was pushed out of him, when Skulduggery wrapped his arms around his hips and pulled him to the ground in a swirl of dust. Confusion quickly made space for realization when Skulduggery’s quick and agile hands tried to grab for Dexter’s middle, causing him to quickly kick himself out of reach and try to turn on his front again.

Tanith couldn’t immediately interpet Dexter’s expression. But it quickly dawned upon her, that the mixture of panic, hysteria and anticipation was absolutely the correct reaction to what Skulduggery was going for.

Her heart made a leap inside her chest when Dexter made a defensive pose with his hands over his stomach and a short panicked laugh broke out of him. „Don’t you dare, don’t you dare you big fucking doofus!!“

Valkyrie pulled one knee to her chest and watched with a big smile on her face.

„Oh, I dare!“ Skulduggery said almost nonchalantly, ready to pounce on his old friend another time. „We miss the ‚doofus‘-saying Dexter!“

A yell of disapproval broke out of the energy-thrower when Skulduggery jumped on top of his escaping form and wrestled him back to the ground, his arms around Dexter’s midriff, trying to minimize his struggling by pushing him face first to the ground. The hinted huffs and laughs coming from the victim made Tanith believe in the effectiveness of Skulduggery’s plan. He was twitching around in the embrace like a fish, managing to slip out of it here and there, until Skulduggery grabbed his wrists and pinned them down next to his slightly dirty face. Dexter made a hysterical noise and tried to get out of Skulduggery’s grip. A big grin still stayed right on Dexter’s beard covered face.

„I’m sorry, the Dexter you’re asking for is not available right now!“ He exclaimed, his voice strained from the effort of wrestling. He didn’t sound very convinced of his own words.

„I know he’s in there,“ Skulduggery mused and let go off one of Dexter’s wrists, taking the impact of that hand slamming against his chest bone. Easily he bent down slightly, shielding the pinned side of Dexter’s body with his back, so his free hand couldn’t do much more anymore but drum on Skulduggery’s back.

„No no NOO!“ Dexter yelled, when he realized he was pinned quite well now, unable to move anymore. A hysterical giggle broke out of him, when he noticed the helplessness of his right side. „Please, Skulduggery, no!!“

„Don’t worry, Dexter, I will tickle that bastard right out of you!“ And that he did.

Dexter started shaking with uncontrollable laughter when Skulduggery’s slim fingers started dancing over the weak ticklish spot under his pinned arm, wandering from his armpit down to his hipbone and squeezing just the right places to keep him in stitches.

„GAHAHD HEHEHELP PLEHEHHEASE!!!“ Dexter was kicking out his legs, shaking his head, grabbing for something to hit Skulduggery with, but nothing was helping. He howled with laughter when Skulduggery was going for the spaces between his ribs, causing him to grit his teeth to try and keep from laughing so hard.

„You better not fight it.“ Saracen sang payfully, a fond expression on his face. „That will only make it worse.“

„F-F-FFUCK YOUHOU SARACEN NOOHOHO NOHOHO PLEHEASE!!“ Dexter’s laughter went silent for a moment when Skulduggery slipped his hand under his shirt to squeeze his side mercilessly. He didn’t stop until tears of laughter had gathered in the corners of Dexter’s eyes, his will pretty much broken down like a dam. Then he let go off Dexter’s wrist and resumed squeezing both of his sides at the same time, causing his laughter to go up a notch and his struggles to grow harder. All that laughing had weakened Dexter pretty much, he wasn’t capable of breaking free from Skulduggery’s tickle torture despite his free hands. He merely shook around on the floor, grabbed for Skulduggery’s hands and threw his head back to let out all the cheerful sounds Skulduggery was evoking.

„Pleehehhehease I caahahahhan’t breheheheathe!!“

„What? I couldn’t hear you over your loud breathing!!“

„Just stohoohohop!! You wohhohon!! YOU WHOHOHON!!“

Vakyrie felt the entire spectre of happiness as Dexter’s laughter went on, changing his face into the opposite of dark and broody. The trick to get Dexter to that point was a little mean, admittedly. But she wouldn’t have wanted to miss it for anything.

Skulduggery stopped when Dexter’s giggles started sounding weaker. He sat back and clapped Dexter’s sides gently as if to offer them peace.

The blond man was still chuckling, looking up at Skulduggery and pushing him weakly against the chest. „You… goddamn… skeleton!“

„Now that’s utterly reductive, don’t you think?“

Dexter laughed at that so heartily that Skulduggery was sure he somehow managed to centre Dexter back inside his core. Just for now. Just for a while. He was moved by the thought.

Friendly he offered him a hand to help him get up off the floor. Dexter almost immediately pulled him into a headlock and was put through a few more seconds of ticklish agony as Skulduggery knew just where he had to poke and prod to get free again. When he really couldn’t take it anymore, Dexter pushed Skulduggery away and put his hands on his knees, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

„How do you pull off that tousled, happy look, it’s just not fair!“ Tanith exclaimed, grinning at Dexter’s threatening glance in her direction.

„You want to get the look? I can help you!“

Not even Valkyrie had seen Tanith on her feet so quickly. She jumped behind her and pushed her forward. „It was Valkyrie’s idea!“

„What!!! That’s not true!!“

Dexter bent down a little, bearing his teeth, a spark in his eyes. Valkyrie wanted to escape very quickly from that playful, threatening energy thrower, but Tanith was holding her in front of herself like a shield. Maybe she should have thought it through when she had mumbled about missing that old Dexter.

„If you want to get revenge on anyone, it should be Saracen!“ She found herself shouting. Dexter was by now playing along, playing the tickle monster that Skulduggery had turned him into, huffing and groaning and snarling. Valkyrie loved it, but didn’t want to get into its claws.

„Me??? Why on earth??“

„You didn’t help him!“ Tanith underlined Valkyrie’s accusation.

„That is very true,“ Dexter snarled and made a step in Saracen’s direction.

„You better not, Dexter Vex!!“ He went running like a bunny with Dexter right behind him.

The afternoon was like a safe zone. Nothing unexpected happened to them. They were among themselves. They were themselves.

#tickling #skulduggery pleasant #ticklish!dexter #dexter vex #sow #saracen rue #tanith low #valkyrie cain #dexter skulduggery friendship #just let them have some fun

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sweets-fanfics · 4 years

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Homecoming (4/?)

Title: I was bein’ nosey

Wordcount: 2754

warnings: Fluff

AN: This will be the last chapter for the week, I work until Tuseday so I’ll write the next chapter on Wedensday. But please enjoy this one.

Tags: @rollyjogerjones

Dutch’s surprise when he saw all four of you ride into camp gave you a bit of enjoyment. He seemed too happy until he saw you covered in soot and Javier explained what happened. Dutch had sighed and apologized. What ended up happening when it came to sleeping was both you and Henry slept in Arthur’s tent while he slept outside. Dutch had originally tried to give up his tent but Molly wouldn’t have it.

“Why do I have to give up my bed for them? I didn’t burn their house down.” She had said. That was about a month ago. You now had your own tent near your fathers and Arthur’s. Henry’s tent was behind yours.

You got up and stretched your arms above your head. It felt good to move your arm again. You knew Susan would probably start giving you chores today as well. You pulled your dark brown boots on and tried to look at your outfit. You had on a white button-up shirt with small colorful designs stitched into the shoulders, tucked into black riding pants. You had started wearing pants more since you had been trying to help out more with the camp when you could.

You stepped out of your tent and stretched again. The smell of coffee pulled you to the fire where you poured yourself a cup. You had never been a fan of coffee until moving here. You happily sighed after your first sip.

“Goodmorning princess,” Arthur said as he poured himself a cup. He had on his blue shirt you loved.

“Good morning Arthur. Shocking to see ya awake this early.” You smiled into your cup as you took another sip. You and Arthur had been… flirting… kinda. It was hard to do when your father and brother were everywhere you were. It was small moments alone like this when he seemed a bit more confident in his approach towards you. You definitely were falling for this blue-eyed cowboy.

“Well, that ain’t fair… I woke up this early last week.” You giggled a bit, “You look much better, Y/N.” He smiled at you and seemed to gaze into your eyes just a bit longer then if someone had been around.

“Feeling much better, I don’t think I will be trying to get stabbed anytime soon.” You finished your coffee and walked behind the wagon to put your cup in the water. He followed you so that you were both hidden behind the wagon. He seemed to drink his coffee faster just to have an excuse to follow.

“Y/N I was wondering if you are somehow able to get away from Henry or Dutch if you would go with me on a little huntin’ trip. You have been seeming eager to get outta camp.”

A smile widened on your face as you looked up at him. “That sounds good. Would we go hunt a bear?”

He laughed and patted your shoulder, “Let’s start with rabbits and work our way up.” He left his hand on your shoulder for a moment. Your cheeks started to blush as he let his fingers softly glide down your arm.

“Are we… are we ever going to talk about this? Or are we going to keep sneaking around like criminals?” You ask knowing full well your face is bright red.

“I don’t know Y/N, you know how your dad would feel…” Arthur started to say.

“What if Dutch wasn’t an issue?” You looked into his blue eyes. You could see how he fought himself. Finally smiled at you softly.

“Well, I don’t believe we’d be hiding behind a wagon just to talk.”

You smiled hopeful and began to speak when you heard someone walking up. You pushed Arthur so he wouldn’t be so close to you. Susan walked around the corner and dropped her cup into the wash bin eyeing you both.

“Ms. Van Der Linde, how’s your arm?”

“It’s good Susan. I’m ready to work if you have any chores for me.” You smiled.

“First person I’ve ever heard who offered to do some damn work around here.” She took your hand and lead you away from Arthur. She sat you at the campfire and placed some clothes, needle, and string in your hands. “Do you know how to sow?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Just sow up this stuff and then rest for the rest of the day. Dutch will kill me if I overwork ya.” She patted your cheek before walking off yelling at the girls to get up.

You started getting to work, greeting people as they woke up and walked by. Henry finally walked out of his tent with bed-head and sat next to you. “Sister, why are you working already?”

“It’s nine in the morning, brother. But I did wake up around seven.” He leaned against you as you continued working. You looked at him as he sighed. “What is it?”

“Dutch asked me to go out with him today.” You put your work down and smiled.

“That’s great! You should try to like him he is our father.” He rolled his eyes. “Henry, I’m serious. I would greatly appreciate if ya got to know our father. He reminds me of you in some ways. I think you two would get along.”

He groaned and got up. “Fine. But I’m only trying cause you are beggin’ me.”

You shrugged and went back to working as Henry walked off. Shortly after two strong hands landed on your shoulders. You looked up as your father kissed your head.

“How are you this morning, Y/N?” He asked.

“I’m ok, getting work done. Pa, can I ask you somethin’?” You knew not calling him Dutch would already give you a higher chance of accepting whatever you ask.

“Of course my dear. What is it?” He moved so he was next to you.

“I want to get better at huntin’ and I was wonderin’ if I could ask Mr. Morgan to show me since he brings in the most meat we use.” You peaked up from your work to try and read his face. He seemed annoyed. Very annoyed.

“Has Mr. Morgan heard this idea?” He asked in an irritated manner.

“No. I just wanted to check with you first. Why are you getting so angry soundin’? Is it me wanting to use a weapon thing? Or is it the Arthur thing?” You asked. You had become better at flat out asking about your Father’s mood since it changes so often.

“To be honest my dear, it’s a bit of both. You are barely able to use the arm again. And on top of that, I’m not blind. I see how you two look at each other.”

Your work suddenly became a lot more interesting as he said the last part.

“I just… I’m not sure how I feel about you two together.” He said softly so only you’d hear.

“Pa, it’s just hunting, and second even if Mr. Morgan and I ended up having feelings for each other, we are both two grown adults.” You said matching his volume. “And he wouldn’t even be my first relationship.” You admitted out loud on accident. You slammed your mouth shut.

“Ah. So you are already thinking about a… relationship with Arthur.” You heard someone choke on something and start coughing. You both looked over your shoulders as you saw Arthur near his tent hitting his chest. He had definitely heard that.

“No no. I just mean…” You lower your voice more. “I.. I do like him, Pa. But I’ll keep it to myself if you want me too. I don’t want you kicking me out.” You try to joke. You hope he doesn’t ask about the first relationship you mentioned.

“I would never kick you out, my darling daughter. Just don’t do something stupid. I won’t stop you, but you have heard my feelings on the matter. I will consider about a hunting trip.”

You perked up, “So yes?”

“Consider.” He repeated walking towards his tent.

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The next day when you had woken up when you usually do you saw Arthur’s tent was empty. You sighed sadly knowing you wouldn’t be able to talk to him as you usually do. You walked up to Suzie giving her an apple you grabbed.

She hesitated a bit, “Come on, I know it’s not your favorite.” She seemed to whine a bit before finally taking it. “Good girl.” You rubbed her velvety nose.

You looked up as Charles was waking in from his guard shift. “You sure seem to be an early riser.” He comments.

“Who’s replacing you?” You ask.

“Supposed to be Bill, but he was drinking pretty heavily last night.” Javier had brought back an Irish guy named Sean last night. He had been apparently caught by bounty hunters and Javier, Arthur and Charles got him out. You were able to see Uncle Trelawny again as well for a brief moment. In fact, most of the camp was still passed out.

“I didn’t drink last night. I could stand watch for a bit while you try to get Bill up. I know it’ll take some time.” Charles looked at me a bit suspiciously. “I promise I won’t get into any trouble. I just want to be doing more then I am.”

“Fine, but if you get in trouble, you forced me.” He handed you the pump-action rifle.

“Thank you!” You smiled and practically skipped to the place where you’d stand.

You stood there for a few hours before seeing why no one wanted to do this ever. Bill never showed up so you figured you’d just wait for whoever would come in the afternoon. You heard a horse riding up, “Who’s there?” You ask.

“Y/N?” You heard Arthur ask. “Who let you be on watch?”

“I was bored so I forced Charles to let me.” He got off his horse and sat next to where you were sitting leaning against a tree. “But now, I’m realllly bored.”

Arthur chuckled. “Yeah, this chore is not fun.” He looked around for a second before quickly leaning in and kissing your cheek.

You seemed to freeze entirely, you had not been expecting that. You were frozen for so long Arthur started tog et worried. “I… I’m sorry if I crossed a lin-”

You yanked his collar down and kissed him hard on the lips. His hand didn’t hesitate as they gently cupped your face. It was a warm and welcoming kiss. His smell was intoxicating. He smelt like leather and cigarettes and pine. You usually weren’t a fan of smoking but at that moment the only time you’d accept that smell is if it was Arthur. You both pulled back for a breath. You looked at his eyes as they stared back in shock.

“I’m sorry.” You said quickly.

“No, don’t. I…” His face was turning red. “I really enjoyed it. Best we keep what just happened between us for a bit.”

“Agreed.”

“I also agree,” John said as he walks up and takes the gun from you as you jump. “My turn.”

“Please don’t tell my dad…” You begged. Arthur was quickly getting back on his horse.

“I won’t, but ya guys gotta figure out what you two are. I should let you know that there is a bet between some of the people in camp and if I lose twenty dollars because you two decide to not be together I may shoot Arthur.”

You smiled as Arthur laughed, “You could try.”

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As you walked into camp Abigail approached Arthur as he got off his horse. “Hey Arthur, can you do me a favor?”

“Sure, Miss Abigail, what is it?”

“I was wonderin’ if you could take Jack to do somethin’ he’s been really down since the move.”

“And I’m your personal nursemaid?” He retorted back.

“I just think it’ll be good for him.” She sighed.

“Actually, I would like to go too if I can. I’ve always wanted to fish.” You smiled at Arthur, kinda hoping he wouldn’t be able to say no to you. He groaned a bit, “Oh… oh ok, fine. I’ll go ask him.” He walked off towards Jack as Abigail stood next to you.

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you.”

You shrugged acting innocent. “I have no idea what you mean Abigail.”

She laughed as she started to walk away. “You two are so cute.”

You joined Arthur as he pulled Jack onto his horse. “You two look ready to go I reckon.” You smiled pulling yourself onto Suzie’s back.

“Are you coming with us aunt Y/N?” Jack asked smiling.

“Only if you’ll have me, Jack.”

“Of course, aunt Y/N. You can help me catch some fish!” He looked up at Arthur, “Uncle Arthur, she’s going to come with us okay?”

Arthur chuckled starting to walk his horse. “I guess she could come, hopefully, she won’t scare the fish.”

“No, she won’t. Uncle Hosea said she’s a princess and princesses aren’t scary.” Jack said missing the joke.

“He even calls me that when I’m not around?” You sigh. “I may have to have a talk with Hosea tonight.”

The three of you stopped by the edge of the lake. “This is a nice spot, Mr. Morgan. I can’t feel my family’s eyes on me and it feels wonderful.”

He chuckled as he put bait on all of our poles. “This is your first time outta camp in a while huh?” You nodded holding on to your pole. “Alright, so you’ll swing your arm back and when you throw it back over you'll let the line release.”

“And what then the fish just grabs it?” You ask slowly.

“Eventually, but then you gotta wait.”

“How long?” Jack asked.

“Depends on the fish.” You and Jack didn’t seem to like that idea. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun.”

“If you say so uncle Arthur.” Jack sighed.

The three of you stood at the riverbank. “Maybe I should have brought a book or somethin’” Arthur looked at you raising his eyebrows.

“Y/N it’s been twenty minutes.”

“Yes, and the only thing that’s happened is you catching a fish you threw back and Jack is now making flower necklaces for me and his Momma.” You pulled your line in and started breaking down your pole.

“Unlike you to give up,” Arthur started.

“Not giving up, just making a smart move to benefit my win later.” You shrugged and gave him a small wink before going to sit by Jack.

“I made you a crown instead, aunt Y/N since you’re a princess.” Jack stood up and placed it on my head.

“Thank you so much jack!”

“How sweet.” A new voice said sarcastically. You looked over your shoulder as Arthur stood between you and the stranger.

“My name is agent Milton, this is my associate agent Ross.” Milton gestured to an angry-looking mustached man. “We know who you are Arthur Morgan, five thousand for your head alone.”

“Can I turn myself in?” Arthur asked.

“And who’s the… the boy called her a... princess?” He gestured towards you as you held Jack behind your back.

“No one that concerns you, just passin’ through.” You mumbled.

“Uh-huh… If you are just passing, then you and your ‘son’ need to leave.” You glanced at Jack before taking Jack to your horse, “Mr. Morgan, we are looking for Van Der Linde.”

“Haven’t seen him in months,” Arthur replied. You put Jack on Suzie before fiddling with her bags pretending to be looking for something.

“Now you know I don’t believe that. If you bring him to me I’ll make sure you don’t hang.” Milton started getting a little heated, and so did Arthur.

A strong wind started blowing making it hard for you to hear them. “Aunt Y/N, the wind is going to blow momma’s necklace away.” You took it and slid it into your bag.

“It’ll be safe now.” You smiled at him.

Arthur’s hand on your shoulder suddenly made you jump a bit.

“Why didn’t you two ride away?” He asked a bit angry.

“I… I was bein’ nosey, but then the wind got too loud for me to hear.” You looked down. “Sorry Arthur.”

He lifted your chin up with his fingers softly, “Don’t be sorry, I just got worried when I saw you two still here.” He helped you onto your horse and then went to his. “We should head back, I gotta talk to your father.”

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obscuritas-est-lux · 4 years

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Mira Self Para Currently in a coma:

Mira woke up just like she had any other day to the sun shining in the windows. She could hear the birds singing in the trees outside. Their songs made her smile. She got up and stretched. “My goodness. I got up so late today.” She murmured to herself as she draped her feet out of the bed. Her mother must have left early this morning.

Mira got dressed and looked around her room. It wasn’t a giant room but it was her own. She smiled as she saw all of the paintings and drawings she had done since she was a small toddler. Mira walked over to the window and opened it letting the fresh air inside. She looked around at the land she was supposed to stay away from. She always wished she could go outside. Of course what her mother, Lilith didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Did Mother Lilith leave early today?” Mira asked to her best friend Wes, the worlds nicest fox. He was laying casually under a tree. Next to him was his little sister Gianna. Mira was never going to tell Wes that Gianna was adopted seeing as she was indeed a hedgehog. Wes nodded his head at her and Mira smiled. “Yes!” If Mother Lilith wasn’t around she was able to do whatever she wanted. Mira grabbed snacks for her two friends and climbed out the window. She climbed down the stone tower and onto the soft grass.

“Hi guys!” She smiled and plopped down right next to Wes and Gianna. Wes walked over and curled up right next to her side and Gianna climbed into her lap. Mira sang songs and fed them snacks. “What are we going to do today?” She asked her best friends. They looked at her. She smiled at them and listened to their ideas. “Hmm we could go on a small adventure.” She nodded and gently placed Gianna off her lap. “Let’s go!” Mira and her friends skipped through the forest pretending to be all types of adventures. Mother Lilith brought Mira all kinds of books to keep her busy.

There was only one rule. Don’t leave the tower. Mira broke that rule all the time. She did a really good job hiding it though. Finally it was time to go back to the tower before Mother Lilith arrived home. She said goodnight to Gianna and Wes and then climbed back into the top window of the tower. She straightened up their cozy tower home before starting dinner for her mother.

“Mira!” Mother Lilith called from the ground. Mira tossed the basket over the ledge and pulled her mother up into the tower. “Hi Mother. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you this morning.” Mira frowned as her mother stepped of the basket. Mira nearly out of breath leaned against the wall. “Oh Flower. I just couldn’t bare to wake you.” She cooed coming over and brushing her fingers over the backs of Mira’s hands. “What did you make for dinner?” She asked walking towards their kitchen.

“Your favorite soup. Remember you brought me the ingredients yesterday.” Mira called after her taking a deep breath. “Oh of course.” Mother Lilith nodded and sat at the table. They enjoyed their dinner in silence. Once everything was put away Mother Lilith called Mira over to her chair. “Flower. I would like for you to sing to me.” She smiled and placed Mira’s hands on her face. She couldn’t reject her mother. So she began to sing the song she was taught as a small child. Her mother use to sing it before she could.

She continued to sing as the light went from her fingers and into her mother’s skin. Mira watched as her mother smiled. All of the worry lines and faded marks went away. Mira smiled feeling so proud she could help someone stay healthy. Mother Lilith told her all about how she had to save her from her father and aunt. All they wanted to do was abuse her power. She was kept in the tower to protect herself from them.

After using her power Mira always grew tired so she said goodnight to Mother Lilith and went up to sleep. She was surprised to find an asleep Gianna on her pillow. “How did you get here sunshine?” She whispered and tucked the little hedgehog in with her. She told Gianna the story of how she had met them, obviously because Gianna wanted a bed time story. “It was about a year ago. I was sneaking around in the ya know where and I saw a poor fox all hurt. I ran over to him and secretly used my power to heal him. Shortly after you came out from your hiding spot and we became great friends.” Mira gave a soft kiss to her forehead and fell asleep.

The next day was the best day it was Mira’s birthday. She got up and quickly went downstairs. Her mother was already sitting at the table waiting for her. “Good morning Mother” She smiled and grabbed the breakfast bread putting it next to her. “Isn’t today lovely?” She asked trying to drop a hint.

“Oh yes dear it is.” Mother Lilith half heatedly said eating her scone. “You know today is my birthday.” Mira said shyly.

“Oh I distinctly remember that happening last year.” Mother Lilith chastised her daughter standing up from the table. “Oh but mother remember birthday’s are kind of an annual thing?” Mother Lilith rolled her eyes. “Oh alright. What would you like for your birthday?” She sighed and looked at Mira.

“Well you know that island that’s in the distance? The one that always releases those lanterns?” She asked pointing out the window. Mother Lilith tilted her head. “What about the island?” She knew where this was going and Mother Lilith was not happy not one bit. “I want to go there.” Mira sighed. “Please?”

“You want to go outside?! To that island? Don’t you remember all the trouble I had to go through to get you off the island?!” Mother Lilith was enraged. How dare this child ask such things of her. “No. You will not. Ugh I’m tired. Come sing me a song.” Mother Lilith called Mira over. “But Mother....” Mira begged.

“NO” Mother Lilith yelled at her daughter pushing her down. “I never want to speak of this again. I have to take a trip. I’ll be back in four days.” Mother Lilith grumbled. She wouldn’t tell Mira this but another child she had kept from their father was locked in a tower far from here. She had to go check to make sure that daughter was still alive. Lilith grabbed Mira’s hands and placed a soft kiss on them before heading out of the tower.

Mira sighed. All she had wanted was to go to that beautiful island. She could see if from her window. Every year on her birthday they lit up the sky with beautiful lanterns and fireworks. It was like a party but just for her. “You know what. I can do this myself.” Mira said stomping her foot. She ran upstairs and packed a bag. 4 days had to be enough to visit the island and come back. Right?

Mira climbed out of the tower and down to the grass. Wes and Gianna were right by her feet. How did Gianna get back down? Oh well. Mira told them her whole plan. Which since her only plan was to somehow make it to the island it didn’t take very long to explain. “Alright. Let’s go!” Mira said. She was just heading into the forest when she saw two men walking towards her tower. She instantly hid behind the trees to watch.

“I don’t know if Lilith is here. Are you sure she’s hiding someone here?” The older looking of the two men said. Lilith? Did they mean mother?

“That’s what Apollo said. He said Artemis sent out Hunters and they tracked Lilith to 3 other towers. This was just the closest to the island so they said to check it first.” The younger one said looking up at the tower.

“How do we even get up? There’s no doors.” The older one rubbed his hands over his hair.

Were they bandits...were these the bad people her mother always warned her about. What was she going to do? Mira pulled out of her bag the slingshot she had secretly made. She didn’t have any rocks so she grabbed a berry from the bush. “These pass as rocks right Gianna? Wes?” She asked her friends. They simply shrugged at her. Mira crouched down and got closer to the two men. They were now at the base of her tower looking up.

“Freeze or I’ll shoot you!” She called from her hiding spot in the woods. The two men jumped and spun around at the sound. “We don’t want to hurt you!” They called out holding their hands up. Mira got closer to them. “What do you want with my tower?” She asked them peaking her head out.

“Your tower...wait...” The younger one tilted his head.

“We don’t want to hurt you. Your father sent us to save you!” The older one called out with a big smile on his face.

“My Mother says my father wants me dead.” Mira questioned them. “Or he wants to steal my powers.” She wasn’t sure who to believe. She had to believe Mother Lilith. That was the only parent she had ever known.

“Look I promise we won’t hurt you. We....we’re Lilith’s sons.” The younger one said almost sadly. Mother Lilith had other children?

“Her what?!” Mira jumped out of her hiding spot. “Sons?” The two men nodded at her. “How?!” The two looked at each other and then back at Mira.

“Well...um that part...” The older one started.

“We’re older than you.” The younger one interrupted. Mira saw the look of appreciation on the older boys face and was confused.

“I’m Finn.” Said the older boy smiling at her. “I’m Noel.” The younger one added. “We really don’t want to hurt you. We want to take you to the island. It’s your birthday right?” Noel smiled at her pointing in the direction of the island.

“You’ll take me to the island?” She smiled wide all thoughts of the men being murders disappeared. Finn and Noel nodded. “That’s why were here!” They said almost at the same time. Mira leaned down and started talking to Wesley and Gianna. “What do I do?” She asked sighing. Mira nodded her head as Wesley told her that siblings were important but she needed to be safe. “Will you go with me?” She asked Wesley and Gianna. They noodled telling her that they had already planned to travel with her.

Mira popped back up. “Okay I’ll go with you.” She nodded. The men looked at her like she had lost her mind. She had just been talking to a fox and a hedgehog. What was happening. They headed over to her. Together the 5 of them traveled through the forest. They talked all about their favorite things and how much Mira loved the forest. It had been 2 days and Mira was almost worried that they wouldn’t make it back in time for mother’s return. She had to put it out of her head.

Finally they made it to the edge of the land. Sadly there was a 2 person max on the boat that took people across to the island. They decided to send Finn along with Gianna and Wes across first. Mira would not allow her best friends stay and wait for her on this side. She wanted to go by herself with them but Finn and Noel didn’t want her running away. So they made a deal. Mira waved to her friends as they crossed the water. Now it was just Mira and Noel.

What they didn’t know was that Mother Lilith made very good time at her other tower. She arrived home to surprise Mira and found it empty. She immediately started a search. It wasn’t long before Mother Lilith caught up with Mira and her two sons. She sighed. Of course those boys would try and hurt their wonderful mother. They just didn’t understand. She couldn’t let them take Mira to that island. Once she was there the God’s powers would protect her and Mother Lilith wouldn’t be able to use her healing powers anymore.

Mother Lilith went searching. Finally she found the perfect helper. A Minotaur. She offered them whatever their heart desired if they brought her child back unharmed. Of course Mother Lilith couldn’t remember the name of the child she had wanted since she only called that child Flower for her whole life. She said it would be the child with dark brown hair. The Minotaur was off.

Noel and Mira were sitting waiting for the boat to come back. A crowd started to form, apparently there was some type of event at the island that day. Everyone from the surrounding villages were going to get on the boats to head over. It was then that Mira and Noel heard the screams. A Minotaur came racing through the crowd plowing through everyone. Mira and Noel both without thinking starting helping people. Noel used up all of his energy to hit the animal with a lightening strike. Unfortunately he wound up gravely wounded. Mira had been healing as many people as she could when she stumbled on her brother laying on the ground.

“No!” She yelled. She had just met him. He seemed really nice! Mira decided she couldn’t let him die. Mira did everything she could to save him. She was so angry at the groups of people that she yelled at them. She heard the voice of the boat captain tell everyone to back off. The boat captain told Mira he was going to help her get Noel into the boat they were going to take him to the hospital. Whatever that was. Mira couldn’t pay attention to him. Her vision was fading. The last thing she saw was Mother Lilith standing on the edge of the forest glaring at her. “You will never survive there.” How could she have possibly heard that. She felt Noel’s heart beat under her fingers. She stopped. She was done. Her eyes closed.

#mira|selfpara #I just needed Mira to have her disney princess moment #also excuse how long it is

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dragongirlz1 · 4 years

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Twins

I had the urge to write Spring and Golden after talking about sibling interactions on Rev’s server, it was supposed to just showcase how the twins interact, but I got a bit carried away

Garrett, Hunter, Chryssy belong to @ahostofsorts

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The twins weren’t like other siblings, something about their situation made them different, maybe it was that they were undead, maybe it was the over 30 years they had been separated. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to either of them now, they were together again.

Golden could tell his sister was lost in thought again, even with the link they had he couldn’t keep up with her thoughts, her mind was always in constant motion and her thoughts moved as quickly as she did. He could at least handle it better than the others could, he knew the general ideas of what she was thinking. It was a battle plan, then deciding what needed cleaning, then what needed fixing, a new battle plan, then she was wondering if she should check on anyone, another battle plan, questioning if anyone would attempt to attack the pizzeria, the list went on and on. There was never any rhyme or reason to how her mind worked, and it was this reason and only this reason that she disoriented any mind reader that decided to try and sneak a peak into her mind. Golden had learned a trick or two on how to deal with it, the biggest one being to not overthink what was going through her head.

When her mind started taking an anxiety inducing turn, he’d pull her out of her thoughts just by whistling. It was something they had found out together, no matter how far deep into her thoughts she was, she’d be pulled back by the sound of him whistling.

He watched his twin from a nearby table that he was sitting on, impressed yet again by the fact that the foldable table could hold his weight, he could see her eyes flicking around, observing her surroundings for the millionth time. Her mind was racing, as it usually was (he would be more worried if it wasn’t racing), but it seemed to stay more on topic although it was a broad topic. She was questioning what to do about the pizzeria, the building was abandoned and broken down and it also enjoyed changing around them. It changed to look like the different locations, much to Spring and Soul’s distaste. He caught Spring’s thoughts going to the horror location and he whistled, she perked up and her rabbit ears straightened before she looked at him. She relaxed and gave him a small smile, gesturing for him to join her. Words were never really needed, and even if they were it was never vocalized. He joined her on the ground, but didn’t touch her, Spring had grown accustomed to not being touched.

He glanced at her and he didn’t even need the link to know what the mischievous look on her face meant. “What do you want to do?” He sighed, breaking the comfortable silence they had been in. “Join me on a trip into the city?” Spring asked hopefully, and Golden sighed. “I don’t want to though.”

“Please?” “No.” “Please?” “No.” “Please?” “Why?” He was starting to give in already, knowing Spring wouldn’t give any time soon. “Because you’ve been staying in the pizzeria a lot lately.” Of course she’d notice that. “Fine.”

They got ready to leave (in other words, Spring grabbed Golden’s mask and Soul’s yellow top hat, she occasionally wore the top hat because he didn’t really like to) and they left. Golden had to whistle a few times as his twin spaced out and almost wandered off in The Forest. East would likely stop her from getting too far, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Spring pulled his mask over his face, a constant issue was Golden forgetting about his mask, so Spring usually had to make sure it was on his face and not maneuvered in a way so that it was on top of his head and also under his top hat. With mask fixed and wandering sister out of The Forest (where wandering was dangerous) the two started walking around the city, people went around them which made it easy for Golden to keep track of Spring, and for once the city didn’t have much happening besides a festival of some sort that they checked out. Among the unwelcoming faces there were a few friends that joined them in wandering the festival, the twins solved a few minor issues in the area, a few cases where someone was accusing someone else of stealing their wallet, easily solved thanks to Spring basically being a walking lie detector, and a few skirmishes that needed to be broken up. Everything was going fine, people were growing used to the twins presence, until there was someone yelling. It wasn’t a child yelling because they were excited, or a parent yelling after their kid, it was a panicked yell. The twins started looking around for who ever was yelling, eventually locking on one man and running to him. The two were silently bouncing reasons he’d be yelling off of each other, each one coming closer to hitting home. They didn’t like it.

“Hunter? Chryssy?” He called. The twins make their way through crowds easily, climbing over booths and weaving through people with practiced ease. “Sir?” Spring calls back, looking over the man. Brown hair, work clothes, but no wounds. “What’s wrong?” “My kids, I can’t find them.” He was panicked, for good reason. “Can you give me a description of them? Do you have any pictures?” Golden asks before Spring could.

He did, he showed them pictures, two kids, a girl with mousey brown hair and a boy with darker brown hair that was shaved on the sides. The twins assured the man that they’d do everything they could to find them, and they meant it. The two got to work almost instantly, Spring sending out the phantoms and both of them started running around, or rather, Spring ran around, Golden teleported from place to place to cover more ground. Spring could easily ask around if anyone had seen the kids without needing to worry about them lying, which made it easier for her.

Locating the kids proved to be easy, getting there for Golden was easy as well, it wasn’t so easy for Spring. She made do anyways, climbing on top of buildings and jumping between them. Her mind was wild again, battle plans, the kids, their own deaths, battle plans again, a new battle plan in case the last two don’t work... But she was determined, and Golden was pretty sure he could see her on her way. He wasn’t sure anyone else would be parkouring across roofs. When she finally got to where Golden and the kids were, the kidnappers were attempting to load them into a car. They were clearly new to this, Spring noted and Golden held back a snort.

Spring hid their ears and masks with hallucinations, and she timidly walked up to the men. Golden followed the first plan she had thought up, which told him to stand back for a while. They were tall by a human’s standards, but Spring had a small frame that made her look like less of a threat, while Golden also had a smaller frame, he clearly had muscle which suggested he was more of a threat, despite it being quite the opposite, Spring was far more of a threat, especially if there was a threat to kids.

“Uh, excuse me?” Spring said quietly, everything about her posture suggested that she was intimidated by the two men. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah.” One snapped, and Spring flinched to make it seem like she was caught by surprise, he softened his tone slightly. “Everything’s fine, the kids don’t want to leave yet, that’s all.” “Are they yours?” Her eyes flicked between the boy- Hunter- and the man, she tilted her head. The man looked nothing like either of the kids. “Er- no, I’m watching them for a friend.” “Really?” Her eyebrows shoot up, eyes flicking across the man, he was covered with bruises and teeth marks. “They don’t seem to like you that much.” “C’mon.” The other man called, having gotten the kids in the car.

Now.

Golden stood in the way of the car right as the first man got in. He stuck his head out the window. “Move!” He shouted, but Golden stood his ground. He turned to Spring and she let her act drop right in front of his eyes. She bolted to the drivers side of the car, her mask and ears reappearing, forcing the car door open and pulling the driver out before either of them could do anything. Golden disappeared and reappeared in the car, above the other man in a precarious position, not that Golden seemed to care about how it looked, he couldn’t really get embarrassed, his coding wouldn’t allow it. The men started crying for help and Spring couldn’t help but laugh. “Who do you think you’re dealing with? Even if someone comes they’ll see us and know you’ve done something bad.” She grinned.

Despite talking to the man she had pinned, Golden knew her mind was elsewhere. He whistled to get her attention. “Trap, we should call up one of the others, either to take one of our spots or to get the kids back.” Spring perked up slightly at the whistle, then something about her changed when she was called Trap. It was something they did to strike a bit more fear into whoever they were after, because everyone seemed certain that a SpringTrap couldn’t show mercy, even if she didn’t go by the name. She nodded. “I’ll get on it.” And she did, Freddy answered her call and when he came around he decided to take Spring’s place, which she expected. She quickly located the kids father, Garrett, and brought him to them. She left them to their reunion and helped Golden with his precarious positioning above the one man.

“Why did you have to wait so long?” Golden raised an eyebrow. Spring shrugged. “Let them have a bit of relief and have them drop their guard before ripping that away sounded like a good way to go about it.” He shook his head. “You’re ruthless in your own special way.”

#My writing #my post #thanks for letting me use them! sorry if I got their characters wrong #Spring #Golden #Freddy #Freddy Fazbear #long reads

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just-another-thursday · 4 years

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The CatWoman - Paranormal

To this day… I dont know if she was a hallucination, sleep paralysis, or something else.

When I was 13 my mom and dad were going through relationship issues, teetering on a divorce. My mom ended up finding a boyfriend about 60 miles away and left to be with him for awhile. My siblings stayed with my dad. But I have been taking care of my mom most of my life and felt that I couldnt stop now… So I packed up and went with her.

It was this hick town south of us, we lived in a double wide with her boyfriend. The property itself was on the side of a hill. The front side of the hill had our trailer and his granmothers trailer across from each other. Another trailer and house further up the hill and up the road belonging to the land owners. There were ATV and truck trails leading to the top and other sides of the hill. It was a mix of forest and meadowland and was swimming in deer and wildlife.

We had to get permission from the landowner to explore the hill ahead of time, he always threatened to shoot trespassers and my mom didnt want her kid full of holes.

But getting to explore back there was both frightening and thrilling.

The nature was gorgeous! Growing up in the PNW I have always been a nature nut and spent a lot of time outdoors all over the state. My bio dad being a hunter and a woodman (we came from a family of loggers and miners on his side). And my moms side of the family was full of loggers and farm hands. Her dad, my grandpa, was born in the woods on the family property out in the boonies.

We are forest people.

Anyway, I loved being out there. I was in my element but, something felt off. Sometimes me mom and her boyfriend would sneak off for a smooch session or to look at something and I would be standing in a meadow alone…. And I could feel something, watching me. Not the feeling of a predatory animal, I’ve been stalked by cougars and coyotes before and know that feeling well. And not a person. Like, a mix of the two? And something else. Watching me from the brush or sides of the path.

Sometimes all sound would vanish from the area. I mean all sound. Nothing.

The deer up there would step right in front of you and stare. Their eyes eemed darker and more intelligent than any deer I had ever seen. They stared right into your eyes and watched you.

Despite the odd occurances, I was happy when I got time to frolic in the leaves and play with the plants and bugs. Nature was and to this day, is my happy place.

One day it was raining really hard and we couldnt go on the hill. The landowner had been restricting it more and more and I was getting bored and grumpy.

We went to visit the boyfriends grandmother across the way and my mom, the boyfriend, and the graqndmother chatted away happily while I satnon the floor bored out of my mind.

I was an accident prone child, always breaking myself or my surrounding so I had to just sit there and not touch anything. While my mother and the boyfriend raided the old ladies fridge she stored extra food in, I asked her if she ever saw any ghosts around here.

I liked the occasional spooky story and I knew my hometowns legends and stories. But I hadnt heard any about this place. The grandmother got very uncomfortable and kept mumbling and muttering in a way I couldnt understand her. When my mom got back in she told my mother, “You kid is overall a sweet child, but asks far too many rude questions!” The grandmother then turned to me and said, “Manners should be used around your elders!” before storming off. My mom glared at me while her boyfriend smiled sympathetically at me.

As we walked back home my mom asked what I was being rude about. I told her and she looked confused. Our family was always very open about death, the afterlife, and spirits.

Her face clouded though and she said I needed to mind my manners and keep nosey questions to myself. I think she wanted to keep on her boyfriends families good side.

It was weird to me that the old woman had reacted like that. But I shrugged it off.

A week later and I still wasnt allowed on the hill. The land owner had been very silent and we hadnt seen him or his truck much. I didnt know the area or people and assumed maybe they got more secluded during winter. Seasonal Affective disorder maybe? I had no idea.

I had been playing hookie from school pretending to be sick. My mom had spent the week partying. She and the boyfriend had spent a lot of time away from the trailer, And when they were gone, I couldnt sleep.

I wasnt scared or anything just like, everytime I tried to sleep something would make me jerk awake after a few minutes. So I had been awake for the better part of 4 days. My mom and her boyfriend tried to sneak into the house still high on whatever and hungover. They giggled their way to their bedroom and settled in. I knew theyd be crashing hard and that it was another night of week old spaghetti and sandwiches for dinner.

But since they were home I had a decent chance at sleep! I quickly ate some cold spaghetti and change into my pajamas, curling up in my bed.

Now the trailer was set up as such; the front of the trailer had big windows and a partial divider wall between the kitchen and living room which took up the front half of the place. The front door was off the the side of the living room.

Next was the wide hallway. On one side was the bathroom, washer and dryer next in the hall, then my room. Other side was a spare room the boyfriends kids would use when they visited and then his and my mothers room, they had their own bathroom as well in the bedroom.

So, from my room I could see most of the house. My bed was right in front of the bedroom door. I could look out and see the front of the house while laying on my right side, tucked into bed.

The bed itself was a hospital style bed. Metal and very old. The boyfriend said his mother had died in the bed. That made me 100% not wanna sleep in it. Not cause it was creepy perse, but it felt rude and also thed bed was uncomfortable as hell… But it was all we had so, I made due.

I curled up in bed, the house lit by street lights at the bottom of the hill and the stove light from the kitchen. I could feel my body relaxing and was very happy, thinking I could finally get some real sleep.

I was just barely getting drowsy when I hear I tapping sound from the kitchen. Like a tack had falling from the wall or something. I propped myself up on my elbow a bit and looked down the hall.

I stopped breathing for a second and my sweat turned cold and my skin got clammy. There was a woman standing in the kitchen. She was nude. But in the way a barbie doll can be nude. No real genitalia. Smooth. No nipples or body hair either. Her skin looked strange… like, dried out clay.

Her head though.. her head was larger than a human and it wasnt exactly human… It was seemlessly attached to her body, but look like a clay or paper mache mask. Big. She had large cat ears and a cat like face. But it looked sleek and minimalistic. The head reminded me of those stone statues of Bastet. Except her eyes were closed in a happy cat way. No fur or hair on the head.

Her hands looks normal, except the ends of her fingers looked like claws.

I stared for a few seconds. I was trying to convince myself this was a type of sleep paralysis or hallucination as I had dealt with both in the past. Both were usually managed by staying calm and walking away from the image or closing my eyes for a minute, they would always vanish if I did one of those. So, as much as I didnt wanna look away from her, I closed my eyes… When I opened then though, she was standing in the beginning of the hallway, closer now. I jumped, making the bed springs squeak. My hallucinations never ever did this… And my sleep paralysis was very easily managed by reminding myself to wake up fully or move around more. I felt my adrenaline spike and thought, “Well, if the looking away didnt work, maybe this adrenaline will.” I let the fear wash over me, welcoming is, hoping the increased heart rate and wakefulness would wash away this, whatever she was. But she stayed and then, she moved. Tilting her head very slightly, Like a curious dog. I saw her chest puff out a bit as her head moved back up straight, not like she took a breath, but like she was posturing.

I swallowed my stomach and closed my eyes again and this time for good measure I turned my head to the foot of my bed, so when my eyes opened I was staring into my room. I glanced out the corner of my eye and didnt see her. So, I turned my head fully back to the hall. Still no sign of her. I started to shake a bit. Not knowing where she was was a bit concerning. But at the same time she was gone. And that proved she was just something my brain made to scare me. My pulse didnt have a chance to cool however because I saw a slight movement in the corner of my eye and flicked them over to the bathroom. She was there! Crouched on the floor inside the bathroom! Body hidden behind the bathroom wall, head peaking out ever so slightly, watching me.

I started to shake so violently I thought I was gonna shake myself over the edge of the bed. Right into her path. That helped me calm my nerves a bit… I didnt wanna end up closer to her.

I remembered what my mother and other family had said about ghosts and spirits. They said if I ignored them, I stole their power. If I didnt let them see me afraid, they would leave.

Summoning all my courage, praying to the ancestors, and in a final act of desperation I rolled over facing away from her and closed my eyes tight.

I was always told how independent I was. How strong and smart and capable. I was always self sufficient. I could handle my own brain and its games, right? And if, if it was a ghost… I could handle that too! Spirits have been around my family most of my life. This was just another challenge to overcome. I laid there for about 30 – 50 seconds in silence calming myself. Telling myself if I slept, I could ignore her and she would have to move on.

Then, a dragging sound. Feet across the thin warn carpet in the hallway.

“It’s just my mom” I told myself. But I hadnt heard the door to her room open…

Then something tapping the wall. Like nails on a countertop. One quick exhale of breath. I was mad at this thing for scaring me and mad at myself for not being able to make it leave. I was so scared. But in that moment, the anger and curiosity was stronger. I sat up and whipped my head to the bedroom door and there she was, in all her glory, looking right at me… My stress hallucinations and sleep paralysis were never ever this real real or solid. EVER.

One minute I was staring her full in the face. The next I was screaming at the top of my lungs, eyes shut tight. Screaming and screeching for my mother.

I heard her bedroom door fly open with such force it hit the wall and shook the house. She ran into my room and hugged me. Asking what was wrong. I opened my eyes and openly wept while clinging to my mom.

The catwoman was gone. Her boyfriend ran around the house turning on lights and looking for whatever made me scream. I saw over my mothers shoulder a shadow… Outside, walking up the hill to the woods. But it happened so fast and I was still reeling from the fear and my heart in my throat.

I clung to my mother and kept asking her if SHE was gone. Was she still here? Did my mom see her?

“Who?” my mom asked.

“The catwoman! She had a cat head!” I sobbed.

My mom smiled and patted my head, now convinced I had had a bad dream her boyfriend visably relaxed and stopped searching the house.

She tried to put me back to bed but I clung to her like ivy and begged her not to leave me.

She brought me into her and the boyfriends room, set up a pallet on the floor on her side of the bed, and left the bathroom light on for me. She also closed and locked the bedroom door just to make me feel safe. My mom and the boyfriend whispered back and forth to each other for awhile about plans for the week and grocery lists. Rocky horror played softly in the background on their TV and I fell asleep.

I woke the next day feeling better. When I explored the house, it felt safe. Back to normal. But I slept on the couch after that. I spent the next few days wondering... Is this why the grandmother got angry when i mentioned ghosts? (She wouldve been really mad if i told her i could “see” her dead husband sitting on their bed and hear him moving around in there...) Did this have something to do with the landowner hiding away? The strange animals and feeling at the top of the hill? The spots with no sound?

I wont ever know because less than a month later we ended up moving back home, my mom got pregnant with my baby sister, and things moved on.

Thankfully though, I never saw catwoman again.

#Catwoman #catpeople #bastet #bast #spirit #ghost #hill #oregon #pnw #roseburg #haunting #sleep paralysis #hallucinations #fear #creepy #paranormal

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