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buckyalpine · 9 months

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Pick Me

Bucky x reader

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n”

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you”

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?”

The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.

“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic”

“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome”

“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant”

Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.

“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.

“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.

“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.

“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.

“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up.

“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program”

“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.

“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!”

“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way.

Still.

Something was off.

You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...

No.

He wouldn’t do that.

Right?

*****

“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.

“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.

“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?”

Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.

“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.

No.

Relax.

“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.

“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head.

“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra”

“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter.

“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people”

“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge”

You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.

But you didn’t want to be petty.

You were more mature than this.

“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.

“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it”

“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.

“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”

“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.

“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two”

You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.

“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.

“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.

“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”

You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.

“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?”

“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n”

“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.

“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.

“Fuck sweets, you look-

“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do”

“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.

Since when did he call anyone else doll.

You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.

“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer.

“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-

“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it” You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...

Right?

You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.

*****

“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently”

You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.

“Bucky, what are you-

“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”

Fantastic.

“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.

“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”

“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.

“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.

You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.

An hour later, it was 7.

Then 7:30.

And then 8.

By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.

****

Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.

He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.

“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.

“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.

“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street”

We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.

“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-

“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.

“Yeah, I-

“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.

“Doll?”

“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave”

“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-”

“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.

How wrong he was.

You avoided him in the morning.

And the day after that.

Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.

*****

“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?

“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.

“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.

“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?

“I didn’t mean to forget-

“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.

“What did I do?”

“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone.

“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”

Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?

“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.

“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots”

As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.

“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is”

“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...”

****

“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over.

“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.

“Baby, please!”

No.

“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you”

“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.

“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”

“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.

“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”

You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.

“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.

“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”

“You’re an absolute idiot”

“An idiot who is in love”

“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”

“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will”

“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.

“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.

“And he happily agreed because...”

“Because...?”

“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is”

****

“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK”

“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”

“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.

“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in”

“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames”

“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me”

“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”

“Cum for me princess, God I love you”

“You want a snack?”

“Nick?”

“Uh-Nicole?”

“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word.

“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you”

“Fuck, I love you James”

“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.

“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.

“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.

“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.

“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE”

“Yup, real happy”

“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.

Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.

“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much”

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523rdrebel · 10 months

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Hello there! I saw you were in need of prompts, and I hope this is a helpful one:

Tech & Reader (platonic or romantic), sharing a snack at Cid’s bar after a relatively successful mission. Reader’s accuracy with a blaster has improved, and Tech noticed.

Happy writing 💙💙

Thank you so much for this prompt! 💙💙 This one went a totally different direction than I originally thought, but I hope you like it!

Title - Something There That Wasn't There Before

Warnings: None, SFW

You sit down at the Bar at Cids, sighing heavily, the relief your tired body feels causing you to fold over and lay your head down on the countertop. The bar is cool and an involuntary groan escapes your lips. Tech sits down at the counter next to you, glancing sidelong at you with a soft smile curving the side of his lips. He leans his elbow on the bar and he shifts his focus back to the data pad in his hand.

Echo enters your field of vision and places a small container of Outpost Mix on the counter between you and Tech. “Here. Eat something. Hunter and I will turn the cargo in and get our payment.” He lands a light slap on your back, it hurt, but you succeeded in containing another involuntary groan. “You did good, kid.” You huffed a laugh, eyebrow arching upward, “Kid, huh? You know technically, I’m older than all of you!” You aren't certain, but perhaps saying that with your head laying on the bar didn't help your case. You are certain, however, that you heard Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter laugh as well. "Experience outranks everything - Kid." Echo arched his eyebrow in response, smiling as he turned away, heading towards Hunter outside Cid's office.

You reach your free hand to sample some of the outpost mix. It is a colorful grain, popped in some sort of oil. It tastes mildly sweet with a little kick of spice. “Mmm, Tech, you should try this.” You hold out the container with your free hand.

He looks up briefly from his datapad, a smile ghosts across his face as he takes in your position, leaning over the counter, head laid on one arm, an exhausted, goofy grin on your face. He nods and takes some of the mix. His eyes linger holding your gaze captive, “Echo is right," he says. You did quite well. I noted an impressive increase in accuracy.”

“Oh? The, uh, the shaking wasn’t as bad this time, I suppose.” Your brows furrow and you feel a wave of shame, guilt, and frustration wash over you. Useless, you think.

Tech adjusted his goggles and cocked his head to the side as he often did when observing new information. “The shaking is to be expected. Recovery from your injuries is an extensive process, but it seems our practice sessions have been paying off. The shaking is doing little to compromise your stability and control. I calculate a 12.35% improvement in marksmanship since our last mission.”

That surprised a deep chuckle out of you and you sat up, leaning your elbow on the counter. Your eyes soften and you regard Tech with a warm smile, “Well, I have a good teacher.”

You watch Tech's eyes widen slightly, pride and affection shining in those brown irises, and a smile ghosts across his lips.“Yes. Well, without Crosshair–"

"He would probably have strangled me by the end of the second training session." You laugh, "Besides, I think I much prefer my current teacher."

Tech blinks, absorbing the declaration and pauses briefly before responding. "As I have been your only teacher since your injury, you do not have enough data to make that decision." You simply blink at him and an raise your brow. He adjusts his goggles once more, "But-uh, thank you." You could swear you can see a blush forming, but he continues, "I have also enjoyed training- uh, with you." His eyes dart to yours, punctuating the word 'you'.

You hold Tech's gaze and feel a sudden warm tightness blossom in your chest. -Well, this is new, the thought flashes in your mind then dissolves.

"OH! What's this!?"

Eye contact is broken as Wrecker bursts the mysterious tension with loud enthusiasm, shouldering past you and reaching a hand into the outpost mix. He takes a handful and tosses it into his mouth, exclaiming, "Mmm! This is almost as good as Mantel Mix!" He flings his arms wide and hooks an arm around you and Tech pulling you into a crushing hug.

You hear Tech's muffled groan, "Wrecker! Do put me down!"

Wrecker laughs and drops you both with a soft thud. You nearly fall to the floor as he walks away, laughing deeply and loudly, to catch Omega for their trip to get their victory Mantell Mix.

Instead, you feel the light pressure of Tech's hand on your waist and he prevents your less than graceful fall. "Careful" He says, voice a little deeper than his normal tone. "We wouldn't want to have to start your training over - due to an aggravated injury."

Your mind goes dreadfully blank as he ensures your balance is restored. Tech returns to his seat and his datapad, then quietly holds out the remaining Outpost Mix.

You thank him and munch on the snack, your mind busy and your chest warm.

#RebelWrites #tbb tech x you #tbb tech x reader #the bad batch #tech simp #asked and answered #writing prompts #I JUST LOVE HIM OKAY

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rothjuje · 10 months

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I don’t know what happened, but we’re becoming farm people. I just spent 20 minutes comparing different kids of manure.

Yesterday I saw that my favorite farm stand had opened for the season and I squealed and Justin was like why don’t I build you a fenced in garden and you just grow your own? A bit later I was talking about quail for their tiny adorable speckled eggs and getting a rabbit just to use its droppings in the garden and Justin asked “why are you talking about quail and a rabbit? Our next animals are goats.”

So that’s what we’re doing, living out our farm fantasy hahaha. Justin discovered that goats eat poison oak and that people pay big money to rent them out to eat excess vegetation and Justin is sold. I’m not ready for goats, seems like a big responsibility, but apparently sometime soon. And apparently their droppings are more beneficial than rabbit droppings, but so are chickens if you compost them right.

Why am I this way? What happened to me? Instagram? I had chickens in Texas and I loved my girls, but I wasn’t this level of obsessed with them. But now I see all these different breeds and characteristics and egg colors and I have become a chicken hoarder. I had to stop going to my favorite tractor supply because I became friends with the manager and he kept getting me to take his store’s injured birds home. So far we have rehomed 4 aggressive roosters (but kept our sweetheart silkie roo) and have 18 total. Three starlight eggers, three buff orpingtons, three mystic marans, two Easter eggers, two silkies, two booted bantams, a leghorn, a rhode island red, and a silver-laced sebright. We’ll get medium green eggs, light green eggs, maybe some blue if we’re lucky. And lighter brown, medium brown, and dark dark brown from the marans. And smaller cream colored ones from the bantam ladies. And the leghorn will lay the standard white you’re used to from the store, fun fact I hatched fertilized eggs from the store once and leghorns are what hatched!

I saw some reel that said that chickens are the gateway farm animal and ding ding ding. Once you have chickens you start looking up guard animals and then you want a goose. Then you go to a feed store and see that they have turkens (naked neck chickens that are social/sweet and are so ugly they’re cute), turkeys, ducks, and quails. I mean ducks are stinky and messy but I’ll take the rest please, thank you.

My grandma was an animal hoarder, is this genetic? She had an actual aviary and llamas and cats. We had animals growing up but I remember begging forever for a Guinea pig, it’s not like we had a farm. But at one point I was breeding Guinea pigs and fish. And incubating chicken eggs. So maybe it is in my genetics. A 10 year old asking for fish breeding supplies is not on my radar, what kid does that? Maybe this side of me has lied dormant under some depression fog. I don’t know.

Justin being on board is dangerous though. He didn’t even say anything when he came home from his work trip to 6 new chickens living in his office. He wasn’t as pleased about my “pointless” fish though, but I am loving my little aquarium. It’s next to my aerogarden and it’s such a happy little corner.

Anyway.

We need to push back the retaining wall in the backyard. Well *need* might be a little strong. But the wood panels are rotted out and need to be replaced. Right now it’s 2.5 high and the field of poison oak beyond is starting to travel down and I am so severely allergic my arms are constantly covered is weeping wounds. We’re going to push it back til it’s at 4 ft and then build the chicken run, originally it was supposed to be 10 by 8, but now I’m thinking it needs to be 12 by 8 minimum.

We’ve been chipping away at excavating ourselves but with between the kids, the boulders, and my rash reaction it’s just not worth it, we need someone with a machine so we hired someone to come excavate it next week. With the space, our backyard will eventually be dining area w pergola, chicken run/coop, fenced in garden area, swing set and jungle gym for the kids, goat shed/area, then Justin’s big shed that he hopes to break ground on this summer. When we’re done with that we’re going to build steps up to access our side yard, clear and level the clearing, and then put pavers or bricks down for a fire pit area.

I am absolutely obsessed with our property. I want to utilize as much of it as we can, and I never want to take for granted that we are lucky to have land and live somewhere breathtakingly beautiful. Life isn’t perfect by any means, but I still feel like I’m living the dream.

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kitten-of-change · 1 month

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the rescue (part 2)

circuit climbed up the mountain for far longer than he thought he would. Granted, the constant attacks of... admittedly really weak rocket grunts was probably one of the things that caused the journey to extend itself for so long

it seemed like the mountain would stretch up into the sky forever... until.

a storm slwoly began. right as circuit made his way to the clearing in the top, and there.... he found the man responsible for everything

"You know.... i truly did belive that the experiemnts had been a failure..." he said, throwing a pokeball up and down

"I originally wanted to shut the facility down for good after the genetic abomination broke out of my grasp... and after that bi- ahem young lady escaped with my posessions.

He sat in an oddly well decorated chair, to his side a persian who leaned into the pets of its master... And in front of him, a laser cage, with three pokeballs

"You want them back no?" He said

"I do!!!!" Circuit blurted out, a slight anger in his voice. This was him, this was the man who had harmed his mother, and his grandmother, and his friends and family and so so many other people!

The man sighed

"You know she will outlive all of you, right?"

Circuit was taken aback. And stayed silent, allowing the man to continue his schpeil

"She is a goddess, a primordial entity, possibly even the last of her kind... And yet she lays low alongside a bunch of inhuman freaks, trying to do things like 'find a job' or 'write a story'"

Circuit didn't respond

"....Although, i suppose i am quiet the man to say such a thing, when all i really wanted her to do was submit herself to me. In a way, that is an even worse fate than whatever she has going on now"

Circuit looked at the ground. So many questions flowed through his head

Was any of this worth it? Would his mom truly outlive him by that much?

...were they truly holding her back?

"You are probably wondering why im allowing so much... preamble to take place... truth is, im simply giving in to my indulges for waht may be the last time"

The barrage of questions dindt stop, as the man's talking continued

"This is the end of an era, child. Rocket has been down for years. We are considered rats, thieves, petty criminals... but if we can get our hands on your mother, the glory of who we once were will shine yet again! And brighter and it ever had before!!!"

The man laughed maniacally

circuit could only think

"After i capture you, your mother will have no choice but to give herself over... and after that... well..."

The man stood up

"Let's just say... that alternate version of myself gave me quite a few ideas"

Circuit cowered, but yet, he forced himself to look up yet again

He may be afraid, but he still had to fight

And for once, Circuit did not smile, and instead frowned at the man. The leader of team rocket, the one who hurt the entire world

The man turned around, the persian ran into the field of the great clearing of grass.

The stage was set as the clouds above slowly merged together

"Let's fight child! Let's see what future shall befall your beloved mother!"

Rocket leader giovanni wants to battle!!!!

#pkmn irl #kittenofchange #irl pkmn #mew pokemon #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #motherhood arc #circuit post

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ynscrazylife · 2 years

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Heya could I request for au prompts Spending the night in the stables, laying in the hay and talking with Wanda please :D

A Horse is a Princess’ Best Friend — and Matchmaker

Summary: On an adventure with her horse, Princess Y/N meets Wanda.

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“Come on, boy, come on,” Y/N coached in a high-pitched voice, petting her horse before spurring him into motion. With a small neigh, he trotted forward, leaving the stables.

“That’s it, Your Highness. Let’s do a once around and then you can begin the obstacle course,” her trainer commanded.

Y/N nodded, directing her horse forward. They started circling the field, brushing up next to the fence, and that’s when the Princess noticed an open gate on the other side. Glancing back at the obstacle course in the middle, she frowned. Despite her progress in horse-riding, her parents were still protective, not wanting her to begin a more tough course.

“Can’t we up the course?” She called to her trainer, although she could predict the answer.

“I only do as His and Her Majesty order, Your Highness. I cannot get away with disobeying them like you can, miss,” he replied.

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. “If this is about that time with the cake—” she began, but then cut herself off when she looked back at him. He was silent, eyebrows raised, and his gaze slowly slid over to the open gate. Permission granted.

(Not that she needed it — she would have gone regardless, but knowing she wouldn’t piss off her trainer, whom she was fond of, was nice).

“Alright, you know what to do,” she said to her horse, grinning and directing him to the right. Neighing, he trotted quickly, breaking off into a gallop. Of course, Y/N expected this. She tightened her grip on the reigns to steady herself, letting the wind blow through her hair.

Meanwhile, the trainer — to keep up the act for the guard stationed nearby — yelled out. “Oh, no! Not again!” He cried. Y/N scoffed at how fake that sounded, but it wasn’t like the guard was paying much attention to them anyway.

Y/N and her horse continued until they reached the woods, where Y/N finally slowed him down with a laugh. He continued at a steady pace and she observed her surroundings, quickly realizing that this was an unfamiliar neck of the woods. That was unplanned, but she supposed that it would only make the journey more fun.

As they went, she noticed a river to her left and some flowers to her right. It was quite pretty, she must admit, and found herself taken away by the beauty of it all. Why hadn’t she been here before? She would venture into the woods all the time when she was younger, and now still.

And then — her answer came in an unlikely form. Out of the blue, she felt something wrap around her. It wasn’t solid, but whatever it was it had a tight grip. The next thing she knew, Y/N was thrown into the air before the ground met it and she fell forcefully, grunting upon impact.

Instinctively, Y/N went to sit up, only to see her horse neighing before it ran off, further into the woods. She blinked, and left behind him was a strange woman, about her age, hand glowing.

Who — the — hell — was — she?

“Oh,” the woman murmured, the glow fading. “My apologies, I don’t see people around here often. Who are you?”

Letting out a slightly disgruntled grunt, Y/N brushed the dirt off her dress and rose to her feet. “I’m Y/N, the Princess of the Kingdom,” she said, as it dawned on her that this part of the woods was not apart of her Kingdom — which was probably why she hadn’t ventured in there before. “Who are you?”

“Wanda,” the redhead said. “I live in a cabin nearby to practice my powers.”

Y/N blinked. Huh? “Powers?” She asked. Ah, duh. How else did she make Y/N fly like that?

“You don’t have people with powers in your Kingdom?” Wanda asked, furrowing her brows.

Y/N shook her head. “Well, we do, I’ve just . . . I’ve never come across anyone with your kind of powers,” she admitted.

Wanda smiled, about to respond when something caught her eye. In a snap, a disapproving frown replaced her smile and she had stepped forward, reaching for Y/N. “Oh, my, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She fretted.

Reaching to the back of her head, Y/N’s eyes widened when she found a little amount of blood. When she pressed on it, she grit her teeth through the pain. “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt much,” she said, hoping that it was the truth.

Wanda made a “tsk” sound of disbelief. “Let me patch you up at my cabin, please?” She offered, offering her a hand to help her up.

Y/N cast a wary glance in the direction that she came from. Where had her horse gone? If he went back to the training grounds without her, it wouldn’t take long for her parents to send out the Royal Guard to look for her. And if he didn’t go back, where was he? Was he lost? If he didn’t return, how was she going to get home?

As if reading her mind, Wanda followed her gaze and was quick to reassure her. “I can conjure up some horse food, dear. He’s sure to smell it and return soon,” she said.

Y/N nodding in thanks, finally accepting Wanda’s hand and allowing herself to be pulled up. They walked back to Wanda’s cabin and when Y/N went inside, the woman conjured up the horse food and set it outside.

Y/N couldn’t help but look in awe at the interior, every bit of it giving off the aura of power and wonder. It was old-fashioned, but in a charming way. As she looked around, she nearly walked into the kitchen counter before she felt Wanda’s hand grab her wrist and gently pull her back.

“Careful there,” Wanda teased, before maneuvering around her to go to the bathroom. There, she wet a cloth and grabbed some bandages, calling to Y/N to sit down.

As she gracefully sat on the couch, Y/N couldn’t help but blush. She was a Princess! What was she doing getting swept away and nearly injuring herself? Not to mention, coming to a stranger’s house? Wanda did seem nice and could have and probably would have already hurt her if she wanted to, but still.

(Although, now that Y/N thought about it, Wanda was exceptionally beautiful and sweet. Who’s to say that wasn’t the reason that she had tagged along? Besides, what else was she going to do, wander around the forest alone?)

When Wanda returned, Y/N nearly jumped out of her seat when she felt the cool touch of the cloth. Not from shock, but from the intimacy of it all. Their faces were mere inches from each other, their noses almost touching, their lips—

“You should be all good now. You can take the bandages if you want. I can help you look for your horse, if you’d like?” Wanda offered.

Y/N opened her mouth to accept that offer, but the sound of neighing cut her off. “Oh, that must be him,” she said, standing up.

Wanda mirrored her actions. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Princess,” she said, smiling.

As she walked towards the door, Y/N couldn’t help but hope that this wouldn’t be the first and last time they met. “It was nice meeting you, too, Wanda.”

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When she returned back to the palace, Y/N made up a story that she had fallen off her horse to explain her injury and why she took so long - it wasn’t truly a lie. While he didn’t force her to go to her infirmary, he did tell her that she should have someone wake her up every few hours when she slept in case she had a concussion. Using that as an excuse to spend some more time with her horse, Y/N brought some blankets out to the stables and made herself comfortable when nighttime fell.

She perched herself on some hay, her horse laying behind her to support her head, wrapped the blanket around her, and was just drifting off to sleep when the sound of the stables’ gates opening reached her ears. Blinking, Y/N squinted, shocked to find that it was Wanda entering.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, voice thick with sleep.

Wanda paused in her tracks, quickly setting aside whatever she was holding - Y/N couldn’t make it out - and approached her. “I wanted to come bring your horse a snack, to apologize for scaring him off earlier,” she explained.

Y/N smiled, although it couldn’t be seen in the dark. “That’s awfully kind of you,” she said.

“What are you doing here?” Wanda asked, confused.

“My trainer thinks I might have a concussion. He wants me to have someone wake me up every couple hours just in case,” she recalled.

Wanda took another couple steps forward, and finally Y/N could clearly see her face. “So you’re using your horse?” She asked, skeptically.

Y/N smiled sheepishly. “Yeah?” She said. “There’s no one else around.”

Wanda paused for a moment, before closing the distance between them and settling herself beside Y/N. “Well, I’m here, now. As the person who caused this, I think it’s only right that I make up for it,” she declared.

Y/N opened her mouth to assure her that that wasn’t necessary, but shut it abruptly when she realized that she wanted Wanda here. And, obviously, Wanda wanted to be here.

“Alright then,” she relented, shuffling so the blanket covered both of them.

They spent the night discussing various things. Y/N asked Wanda about her past and how she came to live in the forest and Wanda asked Y/N what life was like as a Princess. They talked about important things and silly things - from the future of the kingdom’s monarchy to what kind of flower was the prettiest.

Wanda wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she noticed that Y/N had fallen asleep, but when she noticed it, she moved so the blanket was fully covering her, wanting her to be warm. The horse’s neigh from behind her caught her attention - and Wanda looked around, alert. “What? Is it time to wake her already?” She asked, not bothering to wonder why she was asking a horse.

The horse shook its head and wiggled its legs. “You want to get up?” Wanda guessed.

When the horse nodded, Wanda wrapped an arm around Y/N and pulled her up, off the horse. The horse got up and trotted around, and when Wanda went to lay Y/N back against the hay when the Princess, in her sleep, snaked her arm around Wanda’s arm and leaned her head against her shoulder.

Wanda couldn’t stop her smile at the adorable sight and her gaze flickered back to the horse. “You planned this, didn’t you?” She asked.

If horses could smile, that horse did.

Wanda just shook her head, but didn’t protest. When the time came, she promptly woke Y/N up. They talked for a bit until Y/N fell back asleep, and Wanda repeated the process until morning came. They both went their separate ways, but promised to see each other again soon.

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land-of-holly · 2 years

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The southlands! Isildur! Numenor! Galadriel! Elendil! That's the two storylines we're getting this episode, isn't it.

GAUNTLET. Love that dirt. Ooh, what dark magic is this?

I so want to know how many of these guys Adar is actually the dad of. It could be a lot.

He sure can give a speech wow

Like it's a flat out fascist speech, but, ya know, they're not animals

GIMBATUL!

Still not sure why the evil sword sculpture is in the elf tower

Adar continues to be suspiciously silent on the subject of Sauron

Here goes thr plan! Good job Arondir

New theory: Adar is Turgon

The Numenorean soldiers are sleeping cheek by jowl, but those ships STILL look like they must be bigger on the inside.

Galadriel CAN be a good commander when she tries

Don't ask personal questions about people's mothers

I suppose this show has enough bad bitches, they can be allowed ONE dead mother

Map!

I likw the look of the Numenorean battle armor

Hitting it a bunch is not gonna work, Arondir. Guess he can't be good at everything

I swear I'm not slut shaming Bronwyn, but I like her little shawl-thing. Makes her outfit look more put together

Another one for the "light" motif

Ah the old, "you'll be their protector" ploy

I am SO TORN as to whether Theo is Arondir's son or not. There's so many reasons to think he is, but Arondir and Bronwyn simple do not strike me as two people who have already slept together

BIG DAMN KISS

The ranks of orcs always follow the path of the land, giving them a strong "flowing water" vibe

Get that woman a Bic!

Are the torches for intimidation/source of fire? I bet the orcs don't need them to see.

Wow I would have expected a wood elf to have better falling off of roofs skill

His karate skills are top notch though

Eew, right in the eye

Wow that final struggle went on forever

I mean, the guys fighting on the orc side certainly weren't holding back

Bronwyn duck!

Bronwyn's the only one who has npc levels and can survive getting hit with an arrow

Fortunately, Bronwyn got hit in the upper chest, famously a place where no important body parts live

Medical drama!!!

Oh gosh AND they're field cauterizing the wound? I should get out my bingo card

Bronwyn makes such wonderful pain faces, the acting is magnificent

Nah, this is not a dramatically appropriate place for her to die.

Yeah I would have passed out for a minute after that too

Adar!!

HERE THEY COME!

Like the hand of God. GLORIOUS!

Galadriel is as big of a drama queen as Sauron when it comes to horse color

Why is it full daylight where the Numenoreans are? Are they still in the past?

Don't give in to threats, Arondir!

Is it actually there, though?

It is? Arondir, you couldn't have at least taken it out of the village?

LET'S GOOOOOOOOO NUMENOR!

Remember: stab, twist, THEN gut

Ontamo! The Meriadoc Brandybuck of Numenor

Don't worry Isildur. You'll have time to go completely dephalagulatingly nuts later.

Horse chase! Through the woods!

Oh thank god the horse is okay

Oh no his other hand ow

Uh insight check on Adar not knowing who Halbrand is. Unfortunately the Sauron hints keep piling up. If you wanted to see it you totally could.

Besides, we gotta question this guy

I love that Isildur is the shortest of his friends. Take that jrrt

When she was a child? So, the ORIGINAL orcs? SWEET

No not his kids!

"Healing" Middle-earth. Oh "perfect order", yeah, that sounds like Sauron

Oh yeah the evil spirit magic experiments

Oh my god that's adorable. He didn't just split with Sauron because of power rivalry, but because he loves his kids

"Split him open"????

Doubt.

THEY ARE CHILDREN OF THE ONE SAME AS YOU

Galadriel, God doesn't make mistakes :(

IN YOUR OWN MIRROR OH MY GOOOOOOOD

Whoa, chill girl. Don't let him bait you like that

The thing is, it would be so easy for Halbrand to be merely what he seems (well mostly). AND YET.

Yeah there's no motion toward each other. They just look at each other and talk about their personal growth. No sexual tension detected.

Bronwyn go lay down. You're not well enough to stand up yet.

Miriel you inherited your power, what does that say about you

Lord Halbrand? I didn't vote for you

If you miss feeling powerful, Theo, might I interest you im a nice ring?

Oh yes, throwing the evil artifact in the sea is a wonderful idea

Where's the sword??

Still don't know why the sword goes there

Oh shit are they gonna flood the whole town??

Uh it's not Isildur's pain that's bothering Berek either guys

Awww father son hug

Heeeere it comes

Yikes are they gonna sinkhole the town? Is that what the tunnels are for?

Udun? Oh fuck

Fucking volcanos, how do they work?

GTFO guys!

You can't stop phase one

Take shelter where???

Is Galadriel having PTSD flashbacks to the Dagor Bragollach or what? Move, girl!

ADAR NO! Man I hope he lives.

#rings of power #rings of power spoilers #rings of power s1e6

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

Ur so talented

Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

CRAMP

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YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

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frog-writes-for-fun · 2 years

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hello hello, hope youre having a lovely day, could you do a grian x cat hybird!reader where grian accidentally makes the reader purr for the first time and the reader is embarrassed about it? they/them pronouns please!

Hello! I hope your day is great too! The title was always going to be a pun. It was either going to be “A Purrfect Day” or this. I tried to resist the urge, but the power of cat puns is too much!

Feline Good

c!Grian x Cat Hybrid!Reader (platonic, but could be read as having a crush)

Summary: Your best friend always knows just how to make you laugh, but he’s never heard you purr before.

Warnings: None! It’s just fluff!

Note: I actually recently joined an Origins server and chose the feline origin, so this was well-timed!

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You jumped, ears twitching as you looked around frantically for the source of your friend’s voice.

Glancing up, you only had a moment before your vision was filled with feathers. You let out a yowl as Grian crashed into you, sending both of you onto the ground.

You lay still for a moment, catching your breath. Grian rolled off of you, flopping dramatically onto his back with an exaggerated sigh. You began to giggle at his antics.

Grian looked over at you. “Note to self: Y/N is not the ideal perch. They will just collapse.”

You just laughed harder. Your friend grinned at you before joining in. His laugh was much louder than your own, as your giggles turned more into a rumble in your chest.

Your purr, while quiet, was at a much lower pitch than Grian’s laughter and was just as audible.

Grian sat up as he looked at you, cocking his head to the side. “Did you just… purr?”

The sound cut off as you inhaled sharply. “No!”

Your answer was just a bit too quick, and a bit too defensive.

A grin split across Grian’s face. “You did! Aww, the kitty cat purrs!” You let out a grumble of protest. “You don’t need to be embarrassed! I think it’s adorable!” You screeched, burying your face into your hands.

“You’re just like Jellie!” At Grian’s continued teasing, you peeked through your fingers at him. Your friend had fallen backwards and was laughing hysterically.

Despite the burning in your cheeks, you dropped your hands and reached forward to hit Grian. He squawked, not expecting the blow.

“Do you see me making fun of you for your birdbrain?” You gave a half-hearted glare, folding your arms in a pout and twisting so you were facing away from your friend.

When Grian came back to a sitting position, he looked down. “I suppose not.” You turned back to him, catching a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked up at you.

“Don’t you dare-!” You were cut off as Grian launched himself at you, fingers outstretched in an attack. You raised your arms to fend him off, but Grian knew you too well and ducked underneath, tickling you mercilessly.

You began to giggle uncontrollably, and soon Grian’s true intentions became apparent as you began to purr again. Once you reached this stage of laughter, Grian ceased his attack and leaned back with a satisfied smile.

When you finally caught your breath, you asked your friend “So what brought you flying in so fast?”

“Well, I saw that Tango had finished his new game! I know you’d be excited to play when it was done, so I came straight over here to tell you!”

You jumped up. “Why didn’t you say so already? Let’s go!” Before Grian could respond, you began to bound across the field, turning halfway across to watch your friend take to the skies. He quickly overtook you, looping back to remain close to your pace as the two of you travelled across the landscape.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Love Bites (But So Do I) PT. 2

Justice League x Reader One-shot

Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Aye, we're back with another Skyrim!Reader fic! Enjoy! -Thorne

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It’d been close to a year since she’d joined the Justice League, and though the original members were a tightknit group, they’d welcomed her with open arms. Some of them were still wary about her, but for the most part, she was doing well within their ranks, especially when it came to being around Bruce or Hal. Given her longevity, she’d seen men like them before, known how to get along with them. Bruce she could meet on equal footing, Hal was simply a man that had to be shown who was in charge; it didn’t take much to make Hal crack under her authority, and in mere days, she had him wrapped around her fingers—Bruce too, but he’d never outright admit it to her face, or anyone else’s, even if a gun was put to his head.

She didn’t particularly fight much when they went on missions, preferring to be backup as well as their combat medic, a job she did well. She’d sewn up most of them without a blink of an eye, and while the first time she sewed Bruce’s wounds up, Clark and Diana stood beside to watch in case she tried to feed, they quickly learned, not only through her own comment but also his, that she wasn’t going to harm anyone.

Barry liked her. Or at least he enjoyed speaking with her. He found her ten thousand years of experience interesting, the history of her life, the survival of it. They’d spent hours talking about the past, hers and his from going back in time often. She enjoyed puzzling the poor scientist with magic. Barry wasn’t one to follow the whole “It’s magic” sermon; he wanted scientific evidence, hypothesis and experiments to prove how sparks, fire, and frost flowed from her fingertips like water. How natural it was for her as if it were like breathing.

She liked Barry. Liked to help him through personal issues. Her many years had given her experience in most subjects of life. Spurned lovers, betrayal of friends, death, life, all of it. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t help with, the League had come to find out. Sometimes, she even helped, and she didn’t even realize it.

***

It was one of the routine meetings for the month; she sat next between Diana and Hal, trying to focus on the words coming out of Bruce’s mouth but all she could hear was the quiet rumbling coming beneath them. What was she hearing? A broken pipe in the ceiling? Air hissing from a crack in a window, perhaps? No, it seemed to be coming from the table. But what was it? Nothing was shaking the foundation. What—

“(Y/N), is something wrong?”

She cocked her head up, realizing she’d pressed her face to the table in hopes she could listen closer to the noise; clearing her throat, she felt the eyes of the group on her. “Apologies,” she excused. “There’s…there is something I keep hearing under your voice. It’s…distracting.”

Her eyes found Clark’s. “Listen for a moment and see if you can hear it.”

They waited, everyone holding their breath, and when the rumbling came again, her eyes widened. “See! That! What is that!”

Clark held his hand up to say wait and she fell silent, letting him listen of for a few more moments, and then he cracked a smile and laughed.

“What? Why are you laughing?” she questioned. “What is it?”

“It’s Barry’s stomach,” he chuckled, nodding at the Speedster who suddenly flushed.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know you guys could hear it.” He laughed nervously. “It’s past my usual snack time so I’m really hungry.”

“I’ve got you,” Hal replied, digging in his bomber pocket to pull out a candy bar. “Snickers?”

“Ooo!” Barry chirped, taking it from him with a, “Thank you. I forgot to pack snacks when I left the house today.”

“Bar, one day, you’re gonna keel over from hunger because you forget. I swear, your memory is just as bad as your lateness.”

“God, don’t remind me,” Barry snickered.

(Y/N) hummed, eyes lingering on Barry for a moment before she turned to Bruce. “Sorry for the interruption. Please, continue.”

Bruce didn’t skip a beat, but she kept the thought of Barry in the back of her mind.

***

A couple hours later, the meeting had ended, and she caught up with Barry and Hal as they left. “Barry, a moment of your time, please? There’s something I wish to discuss with you.”

Hal waved the two off and continued to the Zeta tubes, leaving them and Barry smiled, “What’s up, (Y/N)?”

“How often do you eat?”

Hello left field with that question.

“I—what?”

“Consuming sustenance,” she reiterated. “How often do you do it?”

Barry shuffled on his feet, scratching at the back of his head. “Well…my metabolism burns through food like Hal does jet fuel.” He saw her cocked eyebrow and unimpressed look and immediately said, “I need to eat roughly 4.8 million calories a day.”

Her eyes went wide and for a moment she simply gaped at him, then she recovered and shook her head. “Divines, you eat a lot of food.”

“Yeah,” Barry chuckled. “Only downside of being a Speedster besides seeing the world in slow motion.”

“Forensic scientists make between forty and one-hundred-thousand a year. Is it possible for you to afford the nutrition you need to adequately feed yourself?”

Just like that, she hit a sore spot because Barry stilled, a remarkable feat, and his cheeks tinted red; she heard the stutter in his heart rate, noted the way he looked around uncomfortably. “I…Bruce…helps me sometimes.” He shifted nervously. “High calorie protein bars are the easiest to manufacture in massive quantities. I need them most nights.”

“So, you can’t afford the amount of food you need?” (Y/N) hummed, eyes narrowing as she brought her hand to her face, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “I’m going home for the evening,” she suddenly blurted out. “Come back here tomorrow around the same time. I’ll have something for you that will help with your food shortage.”

As she walked off, Barry grabbed her arm, pleading, “Wait, (Y/N), don’t. I can’t take money from you.”

“I never said anything about money,” she corrected, removing his arm. “I merely said for you to come back, and I’ll have something for you.” She winked. “Relax Barry. I’m not going to tell the world your secrets.”

***

He stood in the center of the area where he was supposed to meet (Y/N), had been standing there for an hour, but then again, she was only fifteen minutes late and he forty-five minutes early. Barry glanced at his watch when a buzzing started in his pocket; he pulled his phone out and saw her caller ID, lifting it to his ear. “Hello?”

Barry! Sorry for calling late. That thing I’m looking for is taking a bit longer than I expected it to. Do you think you could come to my home in Gotham? I’ve already called ahead and let Bruce know you’d be in city limits.

“Oh, yeah,” he answered. “I’ll be right there.”

Good! Travel safely!

It’d taken him all of ten seconds to get from the Watchtower to her house and Barry almost shit his pants when he saw it. It reminded him of Hagrid’s house but slightly wider and with multiple conjoined buildings to it. He walked up to the front door, hyping himself up to grab the brass doorknocker that resembled a demonic skull. When he knocked on the door, nothing happened, then the locks flipped and it opened, creaking on its hinges like a cheap eighty’s horror film, but it did the trick because Barry was scared out of his mind when all he saw was a darkened room lit up only by a candle holder on a table in the middle.

“I’m in the back!” a voice called from inside. “Fang is coming to greet you! He’s bringing Nevermore!”

Nevermore was the bird. He remembered that one, but who was Fang?

His question was answer by a giant mastiff came bounding from an opening to the hallway and Barry almost jumped a foot in the air; it looked terrifying, but he merely whined and shoved his head into Barry’s palm, waiting to be scratched behind his ears.

He relented, giving Fang a good ear-scratch, and smiled as Nevermore hopped up his arm to sit on his shoulder.

“Hungry!” he croaked. “Want snacks!”

Barry dug around in his pocket, finding a half-eaten granola bar. “Granola?” he offered, holding up a piece and Nevermore swiped it with a quick snap of his beak.

“Come in!”

“(Y/N), where are you?”

“In the back!” she called. “I told you that already!”

“I meant where!” Barry laughed, coming to the hallway. It split down two sides, one going to the right the other left. The right opened to what looked like a studio. The left went down and had two doors on the wall, what were bedrooms, and at the end of the hall was a study.

“Bedroom!” she answered, and Barry walked down the left, stopping at the second door that was creaked open.

He saw (Y/N) laying over her bed, digging for something on the opposite side away from him. “(Y/N)?”

“Come in,” she said, listening to him walk around to see her. “I forgot I shoved this underneath her a long time ago when I was cleaning things out.”

“How long is a long time ago?”

“Hmm…American Revolution? Give or take a decade or so?” she waved it off, pulling out what looked like an antique drawstring bag, about the size of a dinner plate; she held it up and patted the bed beside her with her free hand. “This is going to solve all your food problems,” (Y/N) announced, watching him sit down.

“Uh…how so?”

She placed it in his lap. “Think of your absolute favorite snack food. Chips or cookies or something.”

He did.

“Now…reach into the bag and pull it out.”

Barry’s brows furrowed as he reached in the bag, and she knew he’d found them because his eyes went wide, and he pulled out a snack pack of cookies. “What the—”

“Magic food purse,” (Y/N) explained. “Found it one day when I was exploring.” She took it back and reached into it, pulling out a thin tray of expertly wrapped sushi. “It’s really helpful when you’re traveling and can’t carry massive amounts of food around with you.”

Barry watched her pop one in her mouth; he knew damn well that sushi wasn’t in there when he reached inside. He swiped the bag from her and opened it, peering inside, but all he saw was a dark, stretching expanse. “That’s not possible,” he breathed. “There’s nothing in here.”

“It’s magic,” (Y/N) snorted, reaching in to pull out a frosted chocolate cupcake. “Anything you can imagine eating or drinking? It will come out.”

“That’s not scientifically possible!” Barry stressed, trying to shove his head into the bag. There had to be some gimmick to it. A transporter! Something!

“Why is it so hard for you to accept that some things in this universe can’t be explained by science?” she stared at him. “For Divines’ sake, Barry, your best friend is a man who wields a magic ring. You run faster than the speed of light.”

“There’s science behind some of that!”

“Not much.”

“But there is science! Here—there’s nothing!” Barry was having a crisis. “I don’t know how this works. I don’t understand.”

(Y/N) smiled and folded the bag up, gently stowing it in Barry’s jacket pocket. “It’s not about understanding, Barry, it’s about accepting that there are some things you won’t ever understand.” Her eyes crinkled at the edges. “That bag will never run out of magic. You can think all the food and drinks into existence and never run out of food again.”

She reached up and cupped his cheek. “No more high calorie meal bars unless you have to eat them. No more worrying about putting money aside to make sure you have enough to eat. No more relying on others to keep yourself from going hungry.” (Y/N) whispered comfortingly, “No more fear. No more worries.”

Barry felt the lump rise in his throat. He’d never admitted it, not even to Hal, but he worried constantly about keeping fed. Worried that money wouldn’t come in, that he’d go hungry, that something worse would happen. All the nights he’d laid in bed and had to roll over on an empty stomach because he couldn’t afford to buy more or eat what he’d planned for tomorrow then. All the skipping meals, all the exhaustion, all the worry. Gone in moments.

He felt her thumb under his eye, and he looked into her umber ones, seeing her smile softly as she wiped away another tear. She didn’t say anything, merely gazing at him and Barry leaned into her palm, reaching up to cup her hand closer to his cheek. “Thank you,” he managed through the lump in his throat. “I don’t know how to repay you for—”

“Shhh,” (Y/N) hushed, pressing her thumb to his lips. “There’s nothing to repay anyone for. I did this for you, Barry, not so you’d owe me.” She pulled away from him and rose from the bed, looking back. “Now, if you’d like a moment to yourself, I understand. But I was planning on making dinner. Would you like to stay the night?”

“You don’t mind?” Barry asked. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a wink, flashing those pretty white fangs in a smile as she flirted, “Stay all you want, Barry. I won’t bite…yet.” She left Barry in the room, heart pounding in his chest, but not from fear—from excitement and anticipation.

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elementalwriter67 · 3 years

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A Choice is Made

Word Count: 10940

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Please Help Me, First Turn, How About a Dance, Second Turn and Strained Bonds, Happy Birthday, Decade Dance, A Kidnapping, A Death in the Family, It Should Have Been You

Summary: It’s the day after the Salvatore’s locked you in their basement and it’s time for you to make a choice, you just hope that you’re making the right choice.

Klaus stood outside the Salvatore’s house with his hands on his hips and a disgusted look on his face as he stared up at the house. He had traveled clear across the whole town as he followed your scent going where it was the strongest and smelled the most wolfish and he’d followed it all the way here, of all places you just had to turn here. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the irony in the situation, didn’t enjoy the fact that Damon the hater of all werewolves had one turn in his very basement and fuck up his front door if not the rest of his house. He couldn’t have planned something better himself if he had tried. Smirking to himself he dropped his hands to his side and stalked towards the house a certain swagger in his steps as he did so though there was also curiosity as to why here of all places would be where you turned. After all you’d made it very clear to him that you didn’t want your friends to know, that you wanted to keep this a secret from them, wasn’t that the whole reason you had agreed to come over that first time you turned and tonight had other things not come up? So why turn here of all places, you would have been better of turning at home in your own back yard than here.

Stepping over the broken bits of door he calmly walked into the house casting a glance around to see that you hadn’t completely destroyed the place like he’d originally thought you would have. After all when in there wolf forms werewolves were never truly cautious about what they ran into, they didn’t need to be, so they tended to just smash and run as they saw fit. Not you though, no you seemed to have only had one thing in mind and that was getting out and finding the Salvatores a side effect of a werewolf marking someone he supposed. Coming to a stop in the entrance to their living room he cast a glance around as he took in a deep breath trying to catch a whiff of your scent as he did and as soon as he did he was moving towards the basement. Where that door had also been broken to bits and calmly he walked down the stairs to find that one of the doors at the end of the hall had also been broken off its hinges and he was seriously beginning to think that your wolf form had a thing for breaking doors. As he walked down the hallway he looked around noticing that you hadn’t been nearly as careful getting out of here as you had been upstairs there were scratch marks and cracks and dents in the walls where you had scrambled to get your barring and feet under you after having broken the initial door. Unfortunately though there was nothing he could do to hide those, so they were just going to have to hope that the Salvatore’s wouldn’t notice them.

Stopping in the doorway that you had broken the door off of he looked into the room his gaze falling almost immediately to your shredded clothes that lay piled up on the floor atop a set of claw marks that had seemingly been gouged into the floor. The sight of your clothes and of the claw marks had a deep anger rising up in his chest turning steadily turning into a roaring fire the longer he stood there just staring at your clothes. This wasn’t how it was meant to go for you. You weren’t meant to turn down here locked away inside some would be dungeon like you were some common monster because you weren’t. In Klaus’ eyes you were the farthest thing from a monster that there was, and he would know after all he’d basically invented the term. But needless to say this wasn’t how it was supposed to go for you, you were supposed to turn with him, out in the field and the fact that you had been robbed from that most likely unwillingly robbed of it angered him and hurt him almost like he was the one that had been betrayed and not you. Shaking himself from his thoughts he stooped down and swiped up your torn up clothing before promptly storing it inside his jacket in one of the pockets it was then that he noticed your phone not laying to far away face down on the floor underneath the cot on the back wall. Brow furrowing Klaus moved over to the cot and picked up your phone, turning it over he saw the screen now had a rather long crack running diagonally across it but when he pressed the power button it still turned on so he was going to count that as a win in your book. Standing there he took one last look around the cell to see if your wolf had left anything else behind and when he didn’t find anything he went to go leave but before he could the sound of someone walking into the house caused him to pause.

“What the hell?” A smirk spread across Klaus’ face at the sound of the anger and confusion in Damon’s voice and he took a step back towards the cot as he cast his gaze to the ceiling listening as Damon took a few more steps into the house.

“(Y/N)?!” Damon shouted and not a moment later he was standing in the doorway his body tense and ready for a fight. Shock flashed across his face when he saw Klaus standing there instead of (Y/N) but that shock was quickly replaced with anger as he growled low in his throat and took a step towards him his hands balling into fists.

“What did you do to her?” He growled and Klaus smirked as he looked him over, it was cute Damon thinking he stood any real chance against him right now.

“Done what to who?” Klaus asked his voice full of cockiness as Damon growled again the faintest hint of black veins appearing underneath his eyes as he took a step towards Klaus.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know who I’m talking about. (Y/N). Where is she? What did you do to her?” Damon bit out the black veins becoming more prominent underneath his eyes as he took a step forward. Klaus grinned as he turned and walked towards the other side of the room causing Damon to tense up even more if that was possible and follow him, not daring to move too far away from the door way now.

“Ah, yes, well I can assure you that (Y/N) is more than safe my hybrids saw to that as for what I’ve done to her? Nothing. Nor do I plan on doing anything to her, however it appears that the same thing can not be said for you or your brother if that panicked phone call I received from (Y/N) was any indication of that.” Klaus stated as he paid close attention to the way that Damon’s body tensed his hands balling into fists even as the black veins underneath his eyes disappeared and for just a moment Klaus could have sworn he saw fear flash across his face before it was replaced with anger.

“Where is she? I swear if you’ve hurt her I’ll-” But he was cut off as he grunt the full force of Klaus’ body slamming into him as Klaus grabbed a hold of him and pressed him against the wall with Klaus forearm against his neck immobilizing his head.

“You’ll what? You’ll kill me? I’d love to see you try because from where I stand the only one here in risk of dying right now is you, and after what you did to (Y/N) and the threat you just tried to make against me I’m not feeling particularly inclined to let you live.” Klaus commented and again he watched as fear, betrayal, and uncertain, flashed across his face before it was replaced once again with that stubborn and unrelenting anger. It was official to say that Klaus’ curiosity was officially peaked and that he had been right, there was certainly more to this situation than met the eye and he couldn’t wait to question you about what had happened.

“So why don’t you huh? Why don’t you go ahead and kill me right now? Looks like you’ve got a pretty clear shot at it to me.” Damon taunted him and Klaus gave him an almost feral grin as he raised his other hand up placing it on Damon’s chest the silent threat enough to make Damon think twice about any escape plan he could be formulating right now.

“Oh, there is nothing I would enjoy more right now than ripping you apart and that would be just because of that little stunt you pulled at the grill stabbing my brother with a dagger isn’t nice Damon.” He stated as he added a little more pressure to his forearm, just barely starting to cut off Damon’s air flow.

“Never said I… was nice… so what’s stopping you from killing me if you’re all about revenge for our botched plan?” Damon quipped back and Klaus almost feral grin grew manic as it spread further across his face.

“That would be (Y/N), you see for some inconceivable reason she still seems to consider you and your brother to be her friends despite what it is you’ve done to her tonight so even though I would enjoy tearing you limb from pathetic limb I don’t wish to upset her any more than you’ve already managed to do, but there is one thing that I would like to get across before I let you live tonight.” He stated as he lifted his hand off of Damon’s chest. Confusion and concern grew in Damon’s eyes as he glanced to Klaus raised hand.

“Oh? And what would that be?” He asked all cockiness and self assuredness that had Klaus smirking and before Damon could say anything else Klaus was punching his hand through Damon’s chest wrapping his hand around Damon’s heart. Damon grunted in pain his eyes screwing up tight for a moment before they snapped open with a stuttering gasp as he struggled to breath through the pain of Klaus grabbing ahold of his heart and the forearm that was crushing his windpipe.

“If you ever, do anything like this again to her, hurt her in anyway again, and I will not hesitate to tear you apart, do you understand?” Klaus growled out as his claws started growing, digging into Damon’s heart making him grunt in pain as his feet kicked against the floor trying to push himself away from Klaus but at the same time threatening to rip his own heart out.

“I asked you a question Damon, I highly suggest you answer it should you wish to continue living what you call a pathetic excuse for a life.” Klaus threated pressing his nails in further as he gave a light tug at his heart and Damon grunted again panic rising in his throat as Klaus gave a sharper tug when he didn’t immediately answer his warning.

“Alright! Alright! Ok! I get it! I understand! I understand!” He grunted out finally and Klaus smiled as he released Damon’s heart and yanked his hand free from his chest.

“Good boy.” Klaus said as he reached up and patted Damon’s cheek, smearing his own blood across his face and before Damon could blink Klaus was gone leaving him standing there alone in the cell.

Klaus slowed to a walk as he approached the mansion his brow furrowing when a ding sounded from his pocket, reaching in he pulled your phone out thinking that it was one of your friends trying to get ahold of you. Damon no doubt having informed them that he’d taken you. He came to a stop completely now though when he didn’t see any notification lighting up your screen which only made his brow furrow more and he returned your phone to his pocket before pulling out his. The only people who would be messaging him right now where either his family, who would rather wait for him to return to yell at him about whatever it is he’s done wrong now, or his contacts but as far as he was aware he wasn’t working on a plan right so there was no need for them to message him. So who the hell was messaging him at this time of night? Lighting up his screen his eyes widened slightly when he saw several text messages from you each one more panicked than the last one. Some of them were you trying to get his attention, others where you trying to warn him of what your friends were planning, what they had done to you, and then it delved into panic again as you all but begged him to come and save you. A low growl rumbled up in his chest as he read your texts his grip tightening on his phone to the point where it threatened to crack. Now that he had more pieces of the puzzle and was starting to see the full picture, he was heavily regretting having not torn Damon apart when he’d had the chance. They were going to pay for this, he would make sure of that but for now he needed to find you.

“Where is she?” Klaus all but shouted as he stormed into the house slamming the doors open causing both Elijah and Kol to jump the two of them turning to face him with surprised and confused expressions on their faces.

“Niklaus what is-”

“Where is she?” He bit out cutting Elijah off causing his brother to look at him in annoyance despite the confusion he was feeling at Klaus question.

“Where is who Niklaus? What is going on?” Elijah pressed on not one to be deterred by his brother’s pushiness. Klaus responded to Elijah’s question with an annoyed glare of his own before focusing on Kol who was just now coming to understand what it was that Klaus was going on about.

“If its the wolf girl you’re talking about she’s not here, and no I don’t know where she went after you tackled her.” Kol answered both his questions the asked one and the one that he could see brewing in his mind. Klaus growled in annoyance before spinning on the ball of his feet and stalking back out the door. Elijah opened his mouth to say something as he started following after Klaus but before he could get very far or say anything, Kol was grabbing his arm and pulling him back. He gave Kol an annoyed glare but Kol just shook his head in response this was going to be one of those rare situations in which they had to let Klaus do whatever it was that Klaus wanted to do and then deal with the aftermath whatever that may be.

Klaus walked back towards the fountain his eyes bouncing around the drive to see if you were hiding in the bushes anywhere and when he didn’t see you he huffed out an annoyed sigh. You weren’t going to make finding you easy where you? He supposed in your mind he deserved it after all he’d stopped you from killing the Salvatores this evening something he now realized was a mistake. Pausing at the fountain he took another look around the drive trying to think of where you could have gone before he was speeding off heading to the one place you could possibly think to go too however when he arrived at the field you where no where in sight.

“Damn it.” He cursed as he kicked the ground in frustration his hands falling to his hips again as he scanned the field. There is over 70 acres of land for you to hide in, for you to be running around in right now and there was only an hour, if that left of the full moon. Meaning you would be turning back soon and if he didn’t find you soon there was a very real chance that you might end up spending the night out here and this was not the time of the year to be doing that. Huffing out a frustrated sigh he closed his eyes and focused on his hearing trying to see if you where anywhere near by and when that didn’t work he turned his attention to his sense of smell. He stood there for a few moments growing more and more frustrated when he didn’t immediately pick up on your scent and at this point in the evening he was heavily considering chipping you if you were going to keep disappearing on him like this. Then finally he caught a whiff of your scent when the wind shifted and immediately he started following it chasing after it as it got stronger and stronger the deeper into the woods he got.

Stepping into a small clearing at the very edge of the property, miles away from the mansion his eyes widened when he saw you laying curled up in your human form covered in dirt and blood in between two deer carcasses. One of the deers had been completely licked clean of all of it’s meat while the other one looked like it had been torn apart in a fit of complete and utter rage leaving body parts and bits of intestines scattered about the clearing. He couldn’t help the low whistle that escaped him as he looked around, truly it was impressive the amount of carnage that you’d been able to do to one body there was a surprising amount of rage hidden inside your body though he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised werewolves were notorious for their tempers. Taking off his jacket he walked up to you and laid it over you and he tucked it underneath you before he picked you up off the ground cradling you against his chest. You moaned softly when he had picked you up and he froze as you subconsciously curled up more as you nuzzled into his chest. A small smile spread across Klaus’ face as he watched you make yourself more comfortable before he tightened his grip on you and then sped back to the mansion.

“Ah Nik, there you are, listen we have something im- is that (Y/N)?” Rebekah asked her face morphing in concern and confusion when she noticed who and what Klaus was holding almost protectively against his chest. What the hell had happened to you? And why the hell was his brother carrying you in his arms when you were so clearly naked underneath his coat? What the hell had his brother done to you? Rebekah was only slightly surprised by the concern and protectiveness that she felt towards you because she may have hated Elena’s guts and found just about everyone else annoying in that little groups of her but she actually kind of liked you. After all out of everyone in that group you were the only one who seemed genuinely nice, especially to her, and you didn’t make her want to tear her own hair out in annoyance and frustration.

“Yes.” He stated as he adjusted his hold on you, moving him closer to you as he started walking towards his siblings intending to move past the both of them and up to his room however before he could get very far Rebekah and Elijah were blocking his path. Both of them were looking at him in suspicion their gazes pointedly moving from you to him and back again.

“What happened to her? What did you do to her Niklaus?” Elijah asked at the same time that Rebekah asked; “What did you do? Why does she look like that? Give her to me.” Rebekah moved to take you from Klaus not trusting her brother not to hurt you but as her arms reached out to take you Klaus growled at her his eyes glowing a faint yellow as he took a step back from them his grip on you tightening. Both their eyes widened as they watched Klaus reaction, never having expected that from their brother who barely cared about them let alone anyone else.

“She’s fine, she’s a werewolf, she killed a few deers out in the woods, now move.” Klaus all but growled out as he moved to walk around them again his eyes still glowing a faint yellow and the two of them allowed him to walk around them an action done more out of shock than anything else.

“What are you going to do with her?” Rebekah asked, the first to shake her shock as she followed Klaus up the stairs not wanting to leave you alone with him despite having seen his most definitely genuine reaction to her trying to take you from him.

“I’m going to find her some clothes and then I’m going to let her get the rest that she needs, now leave me alone Rebekah.” Klaus ordered as he walked into his room, carefully laying you down on his bed making sure that the coat didn’t shift before walking over to his dresser. Rebekah however followed him into the room, standing next to the bed and taking in your dirty appearance her nose wrinkling in disgust at the idea of Klaus leaving you like that until you woke up.

“I thought I told you to leave?” He growled out as he pulled her away from (Y/N), not liking the look that his sister was giving your unconscious form and not trusting her to leave you alone. Rebekah stumbled away from the force of Klaus’ grab glaring at her brother, she was quick to recover from her stumble and made a grab for Klaus’ clothes ripping them out of his hand before he could uncover you from his coat.

“Oh no!” She shouted as she stepped back from him and held the clothes away from him much to Klaus extreme annoyance. He whipped around to face her his eyes now glowing a vibrant gold and his fists clenched in anger as black veins started appearing under his eyes.

“Rebekah, give me back the clothes, now is not the time for you to play one of your stupid little games.” He held out his hand waiting for her to give them back to him but she didn’t she kept holding them away from him and looking him in the eyes.

“No, I’m not going to let you dress the poor girl in these clothes while she covered in dirt and blood, the poor thing will have a heart attack when she wakes up like that.” She stated her voice even and not at all affected by the anger and annoyance shining in his eyes.

“So what do you suggest I do? Spray her down with the hose? Splash her with cold water? What an excellent idea Rebekah why didn’t I think of that? Let me go grab a bucket and I’ll get right on that. Now give me the clothes.” He snarked back at her as he took a step forward going to snatch the clothes from her, done with her and her antics. But she moved back from him still not phased by the look he was giving him as she gave him her own annoyed look at his suggestion.

“No. I’m suggesting that instead of giving you the clothes how about you go get me some soap and a wash cloth and I’ll clean her up as much as I can and then I’ll let you dress her.” She stated her tone not leaving room for argument and Klaus was fully aware of the fact that his sister had no intention of budging on this decision of hers and he really had no desire to argue with her. Not right now anyways. Huffing out an annoyed sigh he didn’t say anything as he shoved past her, knocking his shoulder against hers and causing her to roll her eyes as he disappeared into his bathroom. Returning moments later with a warm, wet, and soapy wash cloth in hand he tossed it at Rebekah before tearing his clothes out of her hand and moving to sit in the chair in the corner.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” She asked him and he nodded.

“You didn’t actually think that I would trust you alone with her did you? I’m well aware of the fact that you’re still holding a grudge dear sister.” He stated as his gaze falling to your sleeping face. Your head had lulled to the side and despite the events of the night you wore a small smile on your face and Klaus felt himself relax at the sight of it something about seeing you like that brought a sense of warmth to him that he didn’t quiet understand. Rebekah stood there watching her brother as he looked over your face and she opened her mouth to comment on it before deciding better on, something about this moment telling her not to disturb it. Instead she shook her head as she moved to your side and began cleaning your arm begin as gentle and as careful as possible

~The Next Morning~

You shot up into a sitting position as your eyes snapped open, your gaze jumped around the room seeing things but not really taking any of it in because your mind was too busy racing as the memories of the last night came crashing back down around you. You remembered the pain, the anger, the betrayal, the fear, the sadness, the anger again as you remembered who’d put you down there, who’d locked you in down there forcing you to turn alone and afraid, but most importantly you remembered the promise that your wolf had made to you. The promise that if you let it take over, it would kill the Salvatores, it would get revenge for you, it would make them pay for what they did to you, and then nothing. There was nothing but darkness after that. As the memories settled over you, you felt your stomach twist in a mix of fear, worry, and disgust at yourself because of all the other emotions storming through your body right now there wasn’t an ounce of guilt in you at the possibility that you had killed them. You were afraid that if you had killed Damon and Stefan then the others would never forgive you and they would hate you for the rest of your life even if you didn’t have any actual control over yourself at the time. But you were also worried that if you’d gone after the Salvatores and you hadn’t succeeded then there was no way that they didn’t know that you were a werewolf, that you hadn’t told them that you were a werewolf and if Damon didn’t kill you for that then he would for you trying to kill him. Either way you were fucked when it came to them. But there wasn’t an ounce of guilt or regret in you for the possibility of having killed them because despite everything you still thought that they deserved it for what they did, that they had it coming, and for that you didn’t regret or feel guilty about anything.

Huffing out a sigh you closed your eyes and brought your hands up and ran your fingers through your hair gripping at it for a couple of seconds before opening your eyes again and letting go of your hair. You stopped short of putting your hands down though because you caught sight of your nails and the disgusting mix of dried blood and dirt that was caked underneath your finger nails. The reality of your situation dawned on you as you stared down at your nails, the possibility of having killed Damon and Stefan having turned into a very very real thing. Your fear and worry ramped up even more as you stared at your nails and your hands began to shake slightly but still there was no guilt or regret, if anything you were happy? No, no, you might not be feeling guilt at the moment but you sure as shit weren’t feeling happy, but if you weren’t happy then what were you feeling? Satisfaction? Yeah… yeah that seemed more along the lines of what you were feeling and it disgusted you. Because you shouldn’t have been feeling satisfaction at the possibility that you might have killed two of your friends, and sure you were still angry at them and you didn’t get along well with them most days but they were still your friends. Which meant that you shouldn’t be feeling satisfaction at having killed them, you should be feeling guilty, ashamed even at what you had done but no instead here you were feeling satisfied like you’d just accomplished a life goal right now and you hated it.

“Rebekah insisted on cleaning you up before you were dressed unfortunately there wasn’t much that she could do for your nails, after all a wash cloth can only take care of so much.” You looked away from your nails and to the door to see Klaus standing there leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile on his face. At the distant look on your face though he was pushing himself off the doorframe he stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind him, not that it would do much good against his siblings who were most definitely listening in down stairs.

“(Y/N)?” He asked and you looked away from him and back to your hands and you realized distantly that your hands had stopped shaking.

“Did I… Did I kill them?” Your voice shook as you spoke and if you were being honest with yourself you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to know the answer to that question you were to afraid of hat you’d feel after you found out the answer.

“No. You didn’t. The Salvatore’s are still very much alive despite their best attempts to rectify that fact, the only thing that you killed last night were a couple of deers.” He answered and you puffed out a sigh that wasn’t entirely relief as you relaxed against the bed slowly lowering your hands so that they rested in your lap. You pointedly ignored the disappointment that bubbled up in your chest at his answer, kicking it away from you to deal with it at a later date because right now you had bigger things to worry about than the fact that you were turning into a serial killer. Like for instance you needed to worry about the fact that your supposed friends had just tried to kill Klaus and his family and he had no idea that you had no part in their plan and you needed to make sure that he knew that before he either killed you or you lost whatever it was that was going on between the two of you.

“Listen Klaus, about what happened last night, I just want you to know that I-” You started after a moment of silence but Klaus cut you off before you could finish your explanation.

“I know you had nothing to do with it (Y/N), just like I know that the Salvatore’s locked you up in their basement last night.” He stated and your eyes widened in surprise, how the hell could he know that? Klaus gave you a small smirk when he saw the surprised confusion on his face.

“I-What? How? I never got to tell you before I turned.” You pointed out and in response he pulled your phone from his pocket and waved it in the air slightly causing your eyes to widen further.

“How did you get that?” You questioned him as you took your phone from him when he held it out to you. Tapping on the cracked screen you watched as it lit up revealing several missed calls from Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena, along with more than several text messages from the three of them. When you tapped on the notifications to see what the messages said you saw that they were all asking you if you were ok, if Klaus had done anything to you, and growing increasingly more panicked when you didn’t immediately answer. Rolling your eyes you opened up their messages and sent them a quick messages letting them know you were fine before shutting off your phone and dropping it on to the bed next to you.

“Well after I stopped you from attempting to kill the Salvatore’s I got a little curious as to why you wanted to kill them so badly so I decided to go find out why and would you know what I found? That you turned in their basement and I’ll admit that confused me more because I was under the impression you didn’t want them to know you’re a werewolf, and then that confusion turned into suspicion when I had a little run in with Damon and he was acting more concerned about me having you than about you being a werewolf. But of course my suspicions were put to rest after I left their house and your phone actually got a signal and sent your messages.” Klaus told you and your body tensed as your looked at him. His general appearance was calm but there was a fire burning in his eyes that told you just how angry he was at Damon and it was that anger that had you worried.

“Please, tell me you didn’t kill him.” You all but whined out as your shoulders sagged. It was bad enough you were actually going to have to deal with your friends eventually and the last thing that you wanted to deal with at the same time was the fact that your friends were going to be bitching about Klaus having killed Damon. Klaus gave you an amused look at the slight pout that you were wearing it certainly wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting to his confessions bout Damon.

“No, I didn’t, though I should have. His chest may be a little sore after I threatened to rip his heart out, but I assure you that he is still very much alive. Why do you care if he’s dead? I thought you wanted them dead, you certainly did last night.” He commented and you sighed heavily as you ran your fingers through your hair. If you were being honest a part of you did still want them dead for what they did, that a part of you was still angry at them, still hurt, but a bigger part of you knew that you couldn’t afford to kill them. That if you did your mental health would deteriorate and you would lose the only friends that you had in this shit hole of a town. Though as you glanced back to your phone and thought about how your friends were the ones who had been the ones to betray you and then to Klaus the one who had saved you from the very people who were supposed to betray you like that, you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted to keep them around. Besides they only ever seemed to care about you when you were in danger or when they thought you were in danger other than that all you ever were to them as a side character, someone they could call on when they needed you or when it suited their needs, to be used as a plot device or for when the main characters got bored and needed someone to talk to. But with Klaus things were different, you weren’t a side character, you were a main character, you were noticed, and you weren’t used as a bargaining chip, you were just you and it was nice to be noticed you weren’t going to lie. Putting that knowledge to the side you also knew that killing the Salvatore’s wasn’t the answer to any of your problems and if anything killing them was only going to cause more and you didn’t want to deal with them.

“Killing them won’t solve anything, Klaus.” You stated finally breaking the silence as you focused on Klaus who scuffed giving you a disbelieving look.

“I disagree I happen to think that killing them would solve a great deal of not just my problems but yours as well, don’t tell me you actually plan on forgiving them for what they did to you?” He asked and you scowled at him.

“Of course I don’t plan on forgiving them for what they did to me they practically kidnapped me for Christ's sakes, but I’m also not going to let you kill them just because of what they did if anyone’s going to kill them for that it’s going to be me.” Mentally you cursed yourself for letting your anger get the better of you Klaus on the other hand smirked at your little slip. You may not have been happy with your anger but he was, because that anger meant you were telling the truth that you weren’t going to forgive them, that you were truly upset with them, and if you were truly upset with them then that meant you were one step closer to getting rid of them and coming to him, to joining him.

“Excellent, then why don’t I kill them for attempting to kill me and my family and then neither of us will have to worry about anything and our problems will be solved.” He stated as he turned around to open the door and most likely head out to do that just. Your eyes widened as you threw off the sheets and stood up from the bed before you could even process what you were doing you had grabbed ahold of Klaus’ bicep and forcing him to turn around and face you. Just because you were still pissed at them and held no guilt at the idea of their possible death didn’t mean you thought they should actually die.

“Klaus you can’t.” You pleaded with him and he looked from your face to your hand that was still very much holding his bicep and then back to your face. You felt your face flush heavily as a blush roared to life on your cheeks and you quickly let go of him, taking a step back so your calves were pressed against the bed.

“And why the hell not? You said it yourself, you have no desire to forgive them and I have no desire let them live anymore so why not just let me go and kill them then we can both have our revenge for what they did.” He stated and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t contemplating letting him do it, but you knew better.

“Because despite what they did to me they’re still my friends and I’m not going to let you kill them.” You told him your voice sounding more sure of yourself than you actually felt in your decision. Klaus raised an eyebrow at you clearly surprised by your reaction.

“And what wonderful friends they are what with them locking you away in their basement like you were nothing more than a common animal.” He stated and you clenched your jaw at the memory of what they’d done to you and you had to take a couple of deep breathes before responding to Klaus afraid you might say something that could get you killed or worse.

“Yeah well I’ve never said that they were good friends now did I?” You asked him and you paused as you looked Klaus over as you thought about what it was you wanted to say next taking in the anger and the frustration that was so very clearly on his face.

“Look, I’m sorry about what they tried to do to you and your family, hell I even tried to talk them out of it but look where that got us?” You commented as you gestured vaguely around the two of you before you started speaking again. “And I understand that you’re angry at them and I’m angry too but I can’t let you kill them Klaus so please promise me that you won’t kill them.” You gave him a pleading look as you met his gaze and he stared at you for a moment thinking before he huffed out an annoyed sigh a resigned look crossing his face as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fine. I won’t kill them… on one condition. If they do something like this to you or in general again I will not hesitate to rip them apart understood?” He asked and you had no doubt that he would keep his word. A small smile spread across your face and you had to resist the urge to hug him, this was the most true care and concern that you had experienced in a long time.

“They do it again and I may just let you have first crack at them.” You told him and he smirked back at you his hands twitching at his sides and a look flashing across his face that you couldn’t quiet read as he took a step towards you. You felt your blush beginning to return as you continued to look up at him and he took another step towards you closing the distance as that same emotion or thought flashed across his face. Despite your best efforts not to your eyes flicked down to his lips and then back up to his eyes when you’d realized what you were doing your blush worsening and you mentally kicked yourself for doing that. Now was neither the time nor the place to be thinking about things like that not to mention you shouldn’t even be thinking about things like that to begin with. He wasn’t necessarily your enemy anymore and you weren’t entirely sure what it was the two of you were but after everything that happened last night you shouldn’t be thinking about kissing him. Though you didn’t miss the way that his own eyes looked down to your lips and you pointedly ignored the little voice in your head begging for him to do it. Before either of you could do anything though the moment was gone as there was a loud noise down stairs causing Klaus to step back from you. Clearing his throat he motioned to the bathroom and you could have sworn that you saw the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“You know where the bathroom is, I’ll be downstairs with the rest of the headaches should you need me.” He said as he opened the door to leave and you nodded walking over to the bathroom but you paused before you closed the door looking back at him to see him just about to leave.

“Oh, and Klaus for what it’s worth, I’m glad that their plan failed.” You told him before you closed the door. Missing the way a genuine smile spread across Klaus’ face at your comment.

Minutes later and you were jogging down the stairs wearing a pair of jeans that Rebekah had left for you while you were in the shower and another one of Klaus’ shirts that you’d stolen after seeing the barely there top that Rebekah had also left you. Stepping down from the stairs you headed towards the dinning room where you could hear Klaus and his family arguing about something that sounded vaguely important by the way they sounded. You stopped in the doorway of the dinning room, all conversation in the room stopping as several pairs of eyes turned to look at you. On instinct you took a step back feeling very much like prey that had just stumbled in on a group of hunters which you supposed they were. Klaus opened his mouth to say something but you shook your head as you held up your hands taking another step back.

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, I don’t want to know. Whatever you guys are doing or planning you all have fun with that and good luck with it but I don’t want to know and I want no part of whatever it is. I just wanted to thank both of you for the clothes and last night,” You looked pointedly at Rebekah and Klaus when you said that before addressing Klaus specifically. “And to let you know that I am leaving.” You finished off and Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol all shared a look as Klaus stood up.

“I’ll walk you out.” He stated and you couldn’t help the twitching of your lips as he walked over to you. Motioning for you to lead the way you nodded your head once and started walking, Klaus falling into step beside you and once you were out of sight of his siblings you allowed the smile to actually grow on your face. The two of you walked in silence the whole way to the door, you shoulder occasionally brushing against Klaus’ an action that you blushing by the time the two of you reached the door. Stepping out on to the stairs your eyes widened slightly when you saw your car sitting in his drive way and for a moment you contemplated asking him how the hell he’d manage to get your car here but when you turned around to face him you decided against it, it was probably better if you didn’t know how he’d done it.

“Thank you, again, Klaus for everything that you’ve done for me.” You told him again hoping that he would hear the sincerity in your voice and know just how thankful you were for him, and judging by the look that crossed his face he did.

“Anything for you, love.” He said and you felt your face heat more at his comment. The two of you stood there for a while just looking at one another him not knowing what to do and you debating on whether or not if you wanted to ask him a question you had been wondering for a while now. In the end you decided that it would probably be better if you just left, after all you had your own damage control to do before that damage decided to come looking for you and it wasn’t like there was anything else that the two of you could say to each other.

“Well, I guess I should get going, I’ll see you later Klaus.” You told him as you turned around and started down the stairs trying not to let the awkwardness that was well everything about this situation right now.

“Nik.” He stated and you stopped halfway down the stairs your body tensing as you turned around to look at him the confusion clear on your face as you tilted your head to the side slightly.

“What?”

“Nik, you can call me Nik.” He repeated his voice sounding unsure. A large smile spread across your face before you could think to stop it as a giddiness bubbled up in your chest and you had to stop yourself from bouncing around in excitement at getting to call him something that only Rebekah seemed allowed to call him.

“Ok then, I’ll see you later Nik!” You called over your shoulder as you turned back around and made your way down the stairs.

Klaus stood in the doorway for a few more moments watching as you climbed into your car and drove away a smile etched onto his face. He could feel his undead heart pounding away in his chest at you calling him a nickname so few people actually get to call him as a feeling he though had long since died started flickering to life inside of him thanks to you. He waited until he could no longer see your car in the drive before moving to return to his siblings, the whole way back attempting to wipe the smile off of his face but unable to. A fact that did not go unnoticed by his siblings.

“My gods, you’ve got it bad.” Kol commented and Klaus scowled at him as he sat back down, a look that was lessened by the smile that stubbornly refused to leave his face.

“I think it’s cute, our little Nik having a crush.” Rebekah piled on and Klaus turned his scowl to her causing her to smile back at him in return.

“Do you have anything that you would like to add to this Elijah or shall we go back to discussing the important matters at hand?” Klaus bit out, the smile fading from his face as annoyance took over and he looked to Elijah who distractedly waved him off to lost in thought to pick on him like the others.

~Four Days Later~

It had been four days since Damon and Stefan had locked you up in their basement, four day since you had begun avoiding all of your friends not wanting to deal with Elena and Caroline’s questioning or Damon and Stefan’s excuses. Four days since you had informed them that you were fine and had learned about what had happened to Bonnie’s mother. Four days since you’d talked to Bonnie about what Damon had done to her and what he’d done to you and how you were down for some good old fashioned revenge if she was, and for her to just say the word and you’d find a nice red sock to throw in Damon’s laundry or a bottle of vervain to pour in their water supply, that last comment had actually gotten a week chuckle out of her before the two of you had to hang up. Four days since your very existence had been acknowledged by Damon and Stefan or any of your other friends. Four days and here you were trekking through the woods because you’d gotten a message from them insisting once again that you meet them only this time it was in the forest and you just really couldn’t learn your lessen could you because this was exactly how it happened last time and if they ended up locking you up again you weren’t going to stop Klaus from killing them hell you were going to join him.

Sighing you stepped into the clearing to see Elena and Caroline already waiting there and talking to one another, but whatever conversation they were having stopped when they saw you a look of worry crossing both their faces. You rolled your eyes internally, yeah right like they were actually concerned about you they hadn’t tried seriously getting in contact with you for four days after you’d told them you were fine and unhurt and back home so why should they care now?

“Alright, where are they?” You demanded as you looked around the clearing not seeing any sign of Damon or Stefan.

“(Y/N)-”

“Hey, what’s with the cryptic secret meeting text?” Matt asked cutting Caroline off from whatever question she was going to ask you. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise when you saw Matt. Caroline and Elena you expected they were important, you were suspicious about why they had asked you to come especially after what had happened but it still made sense since you and Klaus had this… relationship(?) going on that even you didn’t fully understand. But Matt? Why the hell would they invite Matt to this? Matt was human, unimportant and useless to them so why invite him?

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, though to be quite honest I’m surprised they even considered inviting me after what happened.” You commented as you wondered closer to Matt looking around trying to listen for Damon and Stefan while the others looked at you in confusion.

“What do you mean? What happened last time?” Elena asked and you rolled your eyes, of course they didn’t know why that surprised you, you had know idea.

“Oh? You mean that they didn’t tell you? What. A. Surprise.” You stated the bitterness and annoyance clear in your tone and the three of them looked more confused than they did before. But before any of you could say anything else Damon and Stefan had arrived.

“Now, now, (Y/N) there’s no need to sound so bitter.” Damon stated as they walked up to the four of you and you glared at him the anger you thought you had gotten under control rearing its head once again. Gods somedays it was really really annoying to be a werewolf because it felt like the only emotion you ever truly felt now a days was anger.

“I have every right to be bitter, Damon, you locked me up in your basement because I didn't want to play Katherine in your plan against Klaus!” You shouted at him and everyone else gasped which caused both you and Damon to roll your eyes.

“You did what?!”

“Damon!”

“You didn’t want to manipulate Klaus?” They all shouted at once and you gave Caroline a look at her Klaus comment and the suspicion that was in her tone.

“Yes, I didn’t want to manipulate him like Kathrine did, does, and will still do to those two idiots over there for a plan that I didn’t think would work in the first place and you know what? I was fucking right! So you’ll have to forgive me for looking out for my own life.” You explained as you gave her a forced smile while your eyes told her that if she asked another question like that you wouldn’t hesitate to hit her. The look you gave her caused to take a step back glancing over at Elena who gave her an equally concerned look, they had never seen you so angry before.

“And, hopefully this will make up for it.” Stefan spoke up before either Elena or Damon could say anything, tossing the duffle bag he was carrying down on the ground revealing that it was full of wooden stakes.

“Stakes? What are we going to do with a bunch of stakes? Pitch a tent?” Matt asked after a moment of silence and you snorted grinning at him, ignoring the pointed looks that you were getting from the others.

“Cute. These dear quarterback aren’t just any old stakes these ones here are white oak.” Damon stated and you froze your body tensing as you fought to keep your facial expression under control.

“White oak?” You mumbled, your thoughts racing a mile a minute as you stared at the bag lying there on the ground. That couldn’t be possible, there couldn’t be white oak stakes in that bag, it just wasn’t possible, Rebekah said that her and Klaus had burned all the white oak from wickery bridge there shouldn’t be anymore left. If that was really white oak in there then that meant that they were going to make a move on the Mikaelson’s and that move involved them trying to kill one of them and if you kill one of them you kill the rest of the family. A family that you had started to grow exponentially closer to over the past four days.

“Yep! And we don’t have just one we’ve got thirteen, that means we’ve got thirteen shots to kill an original any original will do though the easiest one for us to get to at the moment would be Rebekah since we don’t know where the others are.” Stefan said and his voice sounded monotone to you as you stood there in a daze still trying to process what was happening.

“Here, (Y/N).” Damon said and you caught the stake he tossed your way, coming out of your daze just enough to look down at it in confusion and then back up at him.

“What’s this for?”

“While Rebekah might be the easiest one for us all to get at, Klaus is going to be the easiest for you to get at, so you’re going to use it to kill Klaus.” Damon explained and you felt bile rise up burning your throat as your stomach churned violently as you stared at Damon with wide eyes.

“What?” You asked hoping your voice sounded at the very least normal and not like you were about to have a panic attack any second now.

“Listen, your the only one of us who can get close to Klaus without him getting suspicious thanks to his weird obsession with you. Now before you get your panties in a twist we’re not asking you to manipulate him but keep this on you and the first chance you get stake him where it counts, deal?” Damon added on his face completely serious as the two of you looked each other in the eye, your gaze occasionally flicking to Stefan who was doing the same thing.

“Damon you can’t-”

“Elena.” Stefan stated as he held up a hand to stop her his tone serious and commanding a rare tone to come out of Stefan’s mouth and there for effectively shutting up Elena who looked at him surprised to hear that tone from him.

“I have an issue with emotional manipulation not with straight up killing him, he’s an asshole who’s killed hundreds of people and threatened the lives of my friends, he deserves to die.” You stated your grip tightening on the stake and your voice sounding far firmer than you actually felt in your statement. However that was exactly what they wanted to hear because the looks that they were giving you lessened as they smirked and turned their attentions back to the others.

“Good, as for the rest of you we’re going to work on getting to Rebekah.” Damon said as he clapped his hands together but whatever he said next faded into the background as you stared at the stake in your hand your mind still racing.

Several hours later after your little stint in the woods you found yourself standing outside the Mikaelson mansion your hands shaking where they hung at your sides and your heart racing a mile a minute as several different scenarios about what was about to happen ran through your mind. And none of them were good. Your bag felt like it weighed a tone and you didn’t want to think about what was inside it, or what you were about to do, or about the choice that you’d made, but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about it all your thoughts a nearly uncontrollable storm in your head.

“I was beginning to wonder when you were going to knock love, I could hear your hear your heart beating from the road… is everything alright?” Klaus asked his brow furrowing slightly in concern as he looked down at you and you’d never felt so small and scared as you looked up at him than you did right now.

“I… I… Look I-” You cut yourself off as you closed your eyes taking in a stuttering breath while you pulled you bag around to your front reaching one hand and grabbing the stake before opening your eyes again. The concerned look on his face had been replaced by one of mild confusion and suspicion as he looked down at your hand and then up to your face.

“I… I won’t be a spy for you or the others.” You stated and Klaus took a step back from you and you could see his walls starting to go up as he looked down at you his hands tightening around the doorframe.

“What are you-”

“Here.” You pulled out the white oak stake, making sure to hold it loosely in your hand with the tip pointed at you trying to show that you had no intention of using it on him. That didn’t stop his eyes from widening slightly and for several emotions to flash across his face before his walls were completely up and you could no longer read his face, something that scared you more than his anger ever could.

“Is that-”

“White oak? Yes it is.” You interrupted him your fear building inside of you the more you stared up at his emotionless face. This wasn’t good, this really, really, really wasn’t good. You needed him to believe you, you needed him to listen you, and nothing about the look on his face said that he was going to listen to you any longer than it would take to rip out your heart.

“Where did you-”

“Damon saved a piece of the bridge. Him and Stefan made them into stakes, there’s thirteen total counting this one, they’re keeping two for themselves and hiding the rest. Don’t ask me where because I don’t know, they didn’t tell anyone else either, they gave me this with the strictest of orders to kill you.” You rushed out starring up into his eyes hoping to see a flicker of some sort of emotion, some hope that he believed you but there was nothing there. There was nothing shinning back at you, he was just blank and you hated it because normally you could read him like an open book but now you couldn’t. Klaus on the other hand looked from your face down to your hand and then back again his expressionless mask never changing.

“And?”

“And what?”

“And do you plan on killing me?” He asked and your eyes widened significantly as you took a half step back on instinct. His body tensed but you made no move to grip the stake any tighter than you already were not wanting to trigger his rage that always sat so close to the surface.

“No. No god no. Would I be telling you about this, giving you this if I wanted to kill you? Nik, please, the last thing that I want to do is kill you, I mean I get it we don’t have the most normal of relationships but when I saw the stakes just sitting there in the bags my first thoughts weren’t even about my friends it was about you and your family and how they wanted to kill you and about how the very thought of it made me want to throw up.” You rambled, everything just tumbling out of you as you looked up at him desperately trying to see past the walls that he had put up as he just stared down at you not saying anything just looking at you with that damned emotionless face and you hated it.

“Nik, please, say something.” You begged him not daring to move anymore than you already had but he just kept starring at you for a few more minutes before taking the stake from your hand. He looked at it for a few moments before turning it around so that the point was directed at him as he held it out to you once again.

“Keep it.” He stated and you blinked up at him giving him an owlish look unsure of what he had just said to you.

“What?”

“Keep it, it will look awfully strange to your friends should they go looking for it only to find that you no longer have it.” He said and you looked between him and the stake a couple of times before finally settling on his face noticing that you could see just the flicker of something else in his eyes again.

“You… you can’t be serious, can you? Because no offense Nik but you’re one of the most paranoid people that I now.” You told him and he chuckled nodding his head in agreement even as he continued holding the stake out to you.

“I know I don’t trust easily love, but believe me when I say that there is no one that I would trust more with this particular weapon than you so please take it and keep it safe.” He said and you could see the honesty shinning in his eyes as he looked at you and you looked back at the stake before hesitantly reaching out and taking it from him. Your fingers brushing briefly against his hand as you took the stake, shoving it in your bag in the same moment.

“Ok, but I was serious earlier Nik, just because I’ve chosen you over them doesn’t mean that I’m going to be a spy for you or for them, I want no part of that game and I’m still going to be friends with them I’m not just going to throw away years of friendships just like that though I’ll be the first to admit that there isn’t a lot of friendships left to hold on to.” You muttered the last bit more to yourself than to him and he chuckled again.

“I wouldn’t ask you too love, would you like to come inside?” He asked as he stepped to the side motioning inside and you smiled at him and nodded.

“Yeah, I would like that.” You said as you walked into the mansion, dropping your bag at the door as Klaus closed it.

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hello if you want you can ignore this of course but I was wondering what would vampire Hoseok do if he found out someone turned oc? Your fics are amazing by the way!

Bitten to death

A/N: Thank you for your request :) It was fun to write. However I took it less as a reaction, and more of a story prompt. So it's not exactly a conclusive answer to your question. I hope you still like it, though ^-^ 💜💜💜

Summary: You thought you knew everything about Vampires but when you wake up one you learn there are some important things you did not know. And it's only going to let worse once you learn why you were turned.

Trigger Warnings: Blood, death, maiming, choking, violence, mind control, abduction, yandere themes.

Vampire! Hoseok

It was like a horror story within your already horrific story. Some man you've never met before broke into Hoseok's house when only you were there. While you screamed and fought and instinctively called for Hoseok, he covered you in bites unlike any other you had felt before. Ones that made you suffer as if fire was coursing through your veins. You wish that you could say you were strong enough that your fight had some kind of impact. But in truth, it was over after only a few seconds. And it was in those few seconds that you felt your chest burning and your breath fill your lungs for the last time.

Waking you're met by the stranger hovering above you. Your head aching and your body throbbing in ways you had never experienced before. With a quick glance, you can see everything around you, and that does mean everything. Every single little detail. And the information is overwhelming.

Your mind feels as if it's breaking from everything you're taking in. For as far as you can see there are pallets and long isles of shelves lined up, the contents on every rack crystal clear. You can hear the sound of his shoes on the concrete and the dirt gritting underneath, and how each peak of sound travels and bounces off the farthest point in the warehouse. Even the smells, there are hundreds of them all hitting you at once. A few you know like the fragrance of the treated wood or the oils stain, but others you couldn't guess at. It's as if all of your senses are on high and you have no way to focus them.

Despite your panic, no matter how much you want to run, you can't. Laying on your back with your arms spread out to either side of you and your legs held together, you're being bound by the thinnest most delicate length of silver chain. Though, it's not tied. It's only draped over you, but still holding you as if it were stronger than any steel. Burning you as if it were touched by the sun.

You may have only seen a few newly made vampires before, but you have still been around them enough and know enough about their existence to recognize how and why your body feels wrong. And absurdly you can't help but feel betrayed. This was not supposed to happen to you. It was the only safety you got from belonging to someone who was called The Immortal King, and The Origin of Cruelty. No one was supposed to be foolish enough to steal from him, and most importantly, no one was supposed to be able to hurt you. But now because Hobi didn't keep you safe, he's now lost his blood supply and you've lost your humanity.

The stranger snaps his fingers, the sound bursting in your eardrums making you groan and wince as he repeats it. "Focus your attention on just this one sound. On just the sight of my hand. Feel the air around it." He coaxes you, snapping again. The noise echos dozens of times, ricocheting off every wall. The dull thud of his fingertips hitting his palm only sounding the once though.

Opening your eyes your concentration goes to the hand held above your face as he said, the space around it blurring. On the back of his pointer finger on an otherwise porcelain complexion, you notice a small patch of dry skin just below his knuckle. Clear blue-black defined veins wrapping the back of his palm. He clicks his fingers again and you catch the sound of friction from the way his finger rubs down his thumb, feeling the most minuscule shift in the air created by his motion.

The pinpointed attention helps for a moment, but then you shift your eyes to his face and the explosion of information overpowers you again. His hold comes around your neck keeping your head from turning. The tight pressure on your throat while stifling your movement, nearly makes you smile. There's no airflow to restrict. Your chest isn't heating, your body isn't convulsing trying to breathe. Even in this tense moment, you can't help but find it humorous, thinking how many times over the years had you wished for this exact thing when Hobi had squeezed the air from you.

"Watch my eyes," on his words your vision becomes immersed in them. They're piercing blue. Made up of streaks of white interlacing with a clear sapphire shade, like thousands of threads made out of the purest tropical ocean. A transparent irregular line encircling his pupil, and beyond that every distinct strand blurs together with the others until it reaches the shadowed grey edge that holds the circular shape. Slowly his jet black pupils dilate, stretching and filling his entire iris till every trace of colour is removed. As if transfixed, you're unable to close your own eyes, a flooding of bright light filling your field of view. The strength of it is so intense that the tendons in your sockets ache and your eyes begin to water. Tears rolling down the sides of your face, cresting in your ears.

"Apologies, you are only my second." He confuses you with a vague explanation you did not ask for. The black finally receding into its natural size. Your own eyes scrunching as you try to blink away the soreness. The bizarre occurrence leaving you feeling drained of strength, filling you with anxiety caused by the uncertainty, which is only worsened by the glimmer of triumph in his gaze.

Searching past him to the ceiling your brain is again processing the whole image instead of the sum of its parts. The strain in your head slowly fading, your tight held muscles releasing as everything begins to normalize. You don't know what he did, but it seemed to help.

He doesn't back away, continuing to invade your personal space. Although, the way his fingers are trailing along your skin while you're restrained on the floor is still not the worst thing he has done to you. Seeing as he killed you.

"I had almost given up hope that Jung Hoseok would love." His hand daintily caresses along your neck and up your jaw. Your eyes shutting as his fingertips run over your lips. "I began to fear it might not be something possible for him." He divulges, his touch still aimlessly wandering.

The way he speaks you can feel his vailed anger. Despite his soft words, this is not someone who cares about Hoseok's wellbeing, this is someone who hates him deeply.

"However, you restored my lost faith. And for that, I would like to thank you, Inamorata."

He thinks Hoseok loves you? Is he crazy?. He's possessive of you, that is all. Even in moments of deception or weakness when you had told him that you loved him, he's never said it back with any sincerity. And he has never said it of his own accord.

"Sir," your eyes reopen. "I think you've misunderstood. These," you weakly gesture to the silver, each slight movement searing the links deeper into your flesh. "aren't necessary. We are on the same side. I hate Hobi, more than anyone."

"Truly?" He asks tilting his head to the side. His white hair messily hanging across his forehead.

"Yes," you nod trying to insist your point. "He's kept me locked up for years." you chuckle dryly. Finding it nearly risible that all of this is because this man believes in a fantasy.

"Well then, you are free to rise," he nods resolutely. Plucking the chains out of your melted skin as you grit your teeth. The sound of the sizzle on his own skin baffling you as to how he can even lift them.

Sitting up you gently pull your limbs in, inspecting the blistered and bloody marks. The skin on your wrists already starting to intricately knit itself back together.

"Come here." The stranger calls from a rested place on one of the pallets to your right.

Standing, it is a bit hard to walk with your ankles still cut up but you make it to him decently. Looking around you, you can see the sun streaming in from the high windows that line the whole length of the warehouse. It's enough to light up the otherwise dark space, but with the sheer size of this place, the beams of sunlight do not get close to the two of you in the centre. Still in the middle of the day, it means Hobi can't get to you. Not easily at least. So you're on your own for now.

"Kneel." He instructs plainly. And you follow, lowering onto your knees in front of him. Your only thoughts are of escape. You may be in your first minutes as a vampire, but it should be simple to move quickly. It always seemed like something that came easily to them. "Inamorata, you will call me Master." he declares abruptly.

"Yes, Master." You smile confusedly. Inamorata? Why does he keep calling you that? You're unsure if it's a name or a title, but it's weirding you out.

Your face drops, your heart thumping, realizing what you said. The words you just spoke replaying in your head. You hadn't meant to say that.

Why did you say that?

In fact, why had you knelt? Why were you doing what he said at all?

With a gaped mouth you climb back to your feet. "Look, I think-um." You start not knowing what you want to say.

"Kneel." He orders again more forcefully yet with a knowing, jovial smirk. You shake your head hard, staying upright. You're not going to let him order you around. He has to be kidding.

Your brows furrow, your mouth drops open, and your forehead tightens as your knees bend against your wishes. You drop back into your knelt position. Grunting as your jaw clenches, your fingers digging into your legs, doing your best to resist without success.

Your eyes go wide in shock.

"Good. Now stay there," his voice makes your stomach drop. But your muscles relax, your shoulders dropping and your bottom lowering on your calves. Your body resting in this position.

This is nothing you have ever seen before. It's nothing that you knew was possible. It shouldn't be possible. On top of all the horrible advantages they already have, you're sure you would have known if mind control was one of them!

"How?" You gape, shaking your head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Why?" a smile fills his face, "What you have told me is far different than what I had heard." He stands and turns, tapping his foot against the top pallet sending it and its boxed contents flying. He grabs at the bottom slats of wood underneath and drags them closer to you with a horrid screeching on the concrete. Sitting back down he is now much lower and much nearer to you. So much so that his legs spread straight out on either side of you. "See, I had heard stories of the self-proclaimed King of Vampires, who had fallen in love with his human pet. That he kept her close, kept her safe, and drank from her exclusively."

"That's not love." you interrupt with a scoff, "That's imprisonment."

"Well, let us see what the truth is. Tell me honestly, Jung Hoseok's little Inamorata, do you love him?"

"Yes." You're mouth answers before your mind has time to think. "No!" you instantly correct.

The smile grows larger on his face "And what do you feel about him?"

"I'm scared of him. But I care for him." The words are pouring out of you uncontrollably, your face placifying as you speak. "and I miss him when he isn't home."

"And does he love you?"

"I think so, yes." You wish you could make yourself shut up! Your calm tone drops and you bite your jaw trying to take back your own body, growling as you do. "No! He doesn't." you snarl in a rapid shift.

"You think so? Then my last question; Do you want him to love you?" He asks satirically.

"Yes," The word slips out. Being accepted joyously from him. "You can't just make me say anything you want!" you shout. Your body is rigid and stiff as you think to stand with nothing happening.

"I did not," he chuckles, "I made you say what you believe is true."

"No, you didn't! Tha-" his finger raises to his lips shushing you, cutting you off like your voice had disappeared.

That is not how you feel! Hobi may have gotten better as time has gone on, but he is still cruel and malicious and heartless. The only thing this man is doing is speaking to your primal brain. The part of you that gave into its survival instinct and it's the part that you fight every day to repress so that you stay in control. You can't love him, it's not possible.

"Ha, you are far more amenable than my last. I can hardly feel any resistance." He mocks, tapping his temple. "And I recall Jung Hoseok trying to move heaven and earth to break free. Even Mansueto struggled to contain him. But you," he reaches down holding out his hand and you follow his gesture, your body moving independently to accept it. "You are a broken little thing."

You don't understand his ridicule. You're not moving consciously. Your own mind isn't connected to your actions. So you can't fathom how your body is even reacting, let alone how you should be able to fight it.

"Stop." You complain, your voice coming out with far less strength than you had intended. "Look, Hoseok doesn't have my blood anymore, okay. So just leave me out of whatever fucked up feud you have you have going with him."

"No, that is not enough." his tone becomes suddenly harsh. He lifts his hand and you stand as he raises it. "He stole someone precious to me and he must feel the same agony of loss."

"You're wrong." you swallow, working to overcome your nerves, "I'm sorry, but you just are. He doesn't love me. I'm not precious." You try to reason, seeing your pleas falling on an unreceptive man.

"We will see."

The sun has barely set before you hear commotion beyond the metal walls.

You had tried over and over to pry information from this man, to convince him to let you leave. But you were unable to gather so much as a name from him, and clearly, you failed to be let go. After a certain point of ignoring you, he stopped you from speaking altogether. Not allowing you to say a word until he permits it. More than that though, he filled your head with many instructions. Telling you how to behave in anticipation of Hoseok's arrival.

100 meters in front of you the locked doors are ripped off their hinges, a dozen men and women pouring into the warehouse with inhuman speed. But as if time slows down your eyes adjust and you can see them, see their movements with full clarity. Hoseok comes in last and straight down the middle into the open square that you all occupy. And you must admit, you are genuinely happy to see him. Now you just want him to hurry up and get you out of here.

The man steps forward to meet them while you are sat on the stack of pallets behind him. Your only instruction at this time is to sit quietly and wait for him to call you. Hating the feeling of being restrained by your own body.

Watching them all lineup versus a single man, you find it comical how outmatched he is.

Hobi always said that when he got tired of playing with your human body, he was going to turn you. And he was furious if anyone robbed him of even your smallest reactions, so clearly, he was going to be beyond pissed that someone sped up his plan, and took your death away from him.

"That's mine," Hoseok puffs up his chest, looking past the man's shoulder to you.

The only thing that's confusing you, though, is if this man knows who The Vampire King is, why he didn't expect to be met with hell on earth, and why he didn't prepare better.

"Jung Hoseok, always so impolite. Do you not think you should greet an old friend after so many years?"

"We can talk all you like, Kol," Hoseok snarls, finally giving a name to your killer. "Once I get my property back."

"I think you'll find this is my belonging now." he chuckles in a brief pause. Hoseok's expression darkens, his eyes becoming murderous. The fury around him actually making you shiver. "Do you like the modifications I made? She is much more durable now."

Supposedly, Hobi's already noticed your change, because he doesn't look at you again. Instead, the two men have an intense staredown. All of the vampires on his side looking ready to kill on a word.

"And far more obedient. Come here," Kol calls you, holding his hand out at shoulder height for you to take. Moving automatically, you jump down from the stack of wooden pallets placing your fingers on his palm.

Unable to stand the rage on Hoseok's face you look down, just missing the exact moment he charges. But you see an instant later as he is thrown back like a paper doll into four stories of shelves, his weight bringing the metal, the shelves, and the products down on top of him as the whole structure collapses. His men looking as startled as you to see Hoseok so easily discarded.

Before the toppling construction settles, Kol breaks from your side and an incredible, horrible scene breaks out. His speed is something you can't follow, even now. You only see the trail of destruction when he stops. One after the other, he made his way through half of the vampires, ripping them apart. Literally tearing some in two halves. Decorating the square with blood and innards.

The others are as belated and overwhelmed as you, only just having the sense to react as his blurred image stops. When he advances again, this time he doesn't use his quickness for an advantage and simply ploughs through them. They attack all at once, and still as they grab and strike at him, their forces barely move him. And his response is terrifying.

You can only bear to watch the first one. Kol's fist driving through a woman's chest, the horrid cracking of her ribs as he tears it back out making you want to scream. But his orders have you completely silent. Instead, you close your eyes, sealing your hands over your ears. Trying to block out the violent sickening sounds of his destructive rampage.

There's a last thud before it falls quiet again. Your eyes springing open to see as horrific of a sight as you had imagined. He's dripping in blood. Drenched in it. And Hoseok's people are strewn in every which way. Not a single one having survived.

Sauntering through the sea of dead bodies, he makes his way to the side where Hoseok is unmoved, tossing away the beams and panels as if they were nothing. Grabbing him by the ankle, he drags him from the rubble into the clear space in front of you. The man you once thought of as the most powerful in existence, and his troupe of vampires, was completely demolished in mere seconds of work. And you can only watch on with your body shaking. Your hopes of rescue decimated. Your chest aching with worry, even for Hobi's sake.

"Now that it's a more intimate number of us, should we talk?" Kol releases him, brushing past you as he sits where you had before. His action triggering an instruction he provided earlier, forcing you to follow him and kneel at his feet.

Sitting up, Hoseok rubs the back of his hand against a large gash under his eye. The ferocity not having left his mannerisms. "You disappear for 90 years, and you show up to what, gimmie a blood bath." His laugh falls into a grimace as he stands himself back up.

"I was created in the 13th century and you brought infants to a fight with me. What did you think would happen?" Kol asks scornfully.

"I was hoping they would do a little better," He smirks, shrugging off their deaths. "Okay, that's my bad. But still, that doesn't tell me what you want. Or did you just want to remind me that you're still alive?" He taunts, his sardonic nature returning, "Remind me that you're still pissed and you can kick my ass. Good job. You put on quite a show." he smiles, his tongue running over his fangs as he gestures around at the gruesome display. "But she," he points to you with two fingers, bitterness lacing his next words, "is worth nothing to you."

"Oh, she is worth everything to me," Kol slides forward, his hand brushing down the back of your neck, "because she is worth everything to you."

On those words, you get the most heart-wrenching sight. A pang of insecurity shows up in Hoseok's eyes. Uncertainty and something so close to fear. The smile fading as he looks him up and down.

"I am curious, though, Vampire King, do you think she will detest the Sire bond as greatly as you did?" he punctuates the question, tugging your head back by your hair. "If I treat her as Mansueto treated you, how long do think until she breaks?"

With immense speed, Hoseok splinters one of the wooden crates near him, lunging at Kol, aiming to drive the shard into his heart with a roar. But he's caught before his hand ever plunges forward. Instead, Kol takes the sharp wood and spikes it into Hoseok's stomach. Continuing to dominate him with a solid blow, knocking him off his feet, smacking him into the concrete in front of you. Stepping down, he swings his foot punting Hoseok in the chest hurling him back among the remains of his fallen creations.

You had thought if you ever saw Hobi being handled as roughly as he treated you, that you would enjoy the Karma of it. But seeing him so easily immobilized is making you sick with fear and mostly sadness.

With Kol having stood, you're no longer bound on your knees and you scramble to your feet. You want to run to Hoseok's side but before you have the chance Kol drags you into him, his hand wrapped around your waist, his other crudely brushing the hair from off the side of your face.

"Call out to him. Tell him your every feeling." He hushes the order in your ear.

"Hobi!" you yell, not sure you would have even needed to be compelled to want to shout for him. "Get up, please. I'm scared. I wanna go home!"

"Go to him," Kol releases you and you sprint to his side, hardly able to slow your sudden frantic speed.

Doubled over Hoseok is bleeding profusely. He needs your blood- but you can't do that anymore. And you have no idea what to do. You don't know how to help him or how to get out of here. He's the one that is supposed to keep you safe.

Coming from behind you, Kol bends down shoving you out of the way to lift Hoseok by the throat. "Stop!" you follow their movement, hanging on Kol's arm. "Stop! Please." But you have no effect. Instead, he jerks the wood dagger out making Hobi yell in pain.

"Do you recall what you said as you killed our Sire?" Kol whispers maliciously. "You told me that 'I will get over it'." Releasing him, he lets Hoseok plummet to the floor and you drop with him trying to catch his weight. "In 100 years from now, I'll let you see her again and you can tell me if you were able to take your own advice." he smiles spitefully.

"Hobi," you whine lowly. Brushing his hair from his sweat and blood wet forehead. "I don't want to go with him. Rather the devil you know, right," you softly chuckle, trying to pull his energy back.

Even though you know the both of you have no chance at the moment, you guess you're just looking for an affirmation that he isn't going to let you go and let this other man keep you for the next century.

"Please," you whisper, your waterline filling with tears.

Reaching towards you, Hoseok's hand constricts around your throat, pulling you into him like he has countless times before.

"You're mine," he growls through pained grunts. His anger lessened, distress replacing it. But he gives you the answer he could see you searching for.

"Yes," you nod subtly. Closing your eyes as you lean further into his hold.

"Get up," Kol orders, interrupting you.

Despite his tightening grip, you pull away from Hobi, standing as you were told. The elder vampire taking your arm leads you away through the bodies to the open doorway.

"Say goodbye Jung Hoseok," Kol calls back, leaving him injured and alone, making you wish more than ever that you could pull back. "And do not worry, I'll take very good care of her for you."

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transferred part 20 - atla smau

part 19 | masterlist | epilogue

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.

a/n: me when i have to write more than 5 words in a series thats supposed to be a smau

anywho! basically the last chapter?? which is crazy?? filled with heartfelt emotions and the moment that you've all been waiting for, it's a wild ride. so strap in and enjoy. the epilogue will be posted later today so i can finally wrap this series up!! and dont worry theres a super long sappy authors note on the epilogue. LETS GET INTO IT

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): cursing, mentions of alcohol, hurt/comfort, one suggestive comment, mentions of toxic relationships, reader talking about her self sabotaging behavior and burnout, Bad Coping Methods (dont disappear kids)

“You haven’t seen her?” Zuko sighed as the same words he had heard on repeat for the past hour played through his ears again. “It’s alright, thank you. Have a good night.”

He shook his head at his friends, their defeated expressions mirroring his own as he leaned against the kitchen island. He ran an exhausted hand through his hair, and he couldn’t help but think of the countless times you had done it for him.

“Your sister doesn’t play when it comes to theatrics,” Aang lamented as he plopped on the couch next to Sokka.

“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I mean, she doesn’t pull stuff like this. Sometimes she went over the top when she was younger, staying out a little too late or doing something stupid, but she never just… she never just tried to disappear like this. I.. I guess she was too worried about Katara and me to do anything like that, but still.” He knocked back the rest of the seltzer and tossed the can on the table — alcohol was tempting, but none of them wanted to be any less than completely aware tonight.

“We all knew she was hurting,” Sokka continued. “Not even she could be fine after everything that happened with Hahn, especially the day after, but I— I guess I thought that she would open up before just dropping off the radar completely!

“No news from the girls,” Aang announced, prompting a collective sigh from the other two boys. “I gotta give it to her, she’s been very thorough with this.”

“Of course she has. It’s classic Y/N — she can disappear without a trace, sure, but she can’t put enough effort into picking up some supplies for my project on her way home.” It was a lame attempt to lighten the mood, and though he got a weak chuckle out of Aang, it was radio silence on Zuko’s part.

“Hey, buddy.” It didn’t snap him out of his reverie, and Sokka seriously contemplated throwing his empty soda can at him. “You okay?”

“She didn’t even say anything to me,” he finally murmured, eyes trained on his phone screen. “She said she would tell me if she was having a hard time, but she didn’t say anything to me. Just suffered in silence until it got so bad she just up and left. She just… left. Without a single word to anyone. To me.”

Aang’s eyes softened and he let out a loose exhale. “Zuko, she didn’t mean to hurt you — I know that much. She’s just been under a lot of stress lately, and… I guess it didn’t manifest in the best way.”

“Stress...” he muttered, trying to piece it together. There was something nagging at the back of his skull, something on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t get it. “And you guys are sure she hasn’t put anything anywhere? No texts that you missed, nothing?”

“Believe me,” Sokka said. “I’ve refreshed her pages a thousand times by now. It’s radio silence on her side. God, I wish I was more invasive and put like, a tracking device on her car or something! For all we know, she could be back to Kyoshi.”

Kyoshi. Stress. This whole thing, your disappearing act.

And suddenly, it clicked.

Zuko stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the stool in the process and warranting puzzled looks from both of his friends as he grabbed his keys off the table and practically ran to the door.

“Zuko, where are you going?” Aang questioned.

He tugged the door open and shot a glance back at them, tension having noticeably dissolved from his shoulders.

“I know where she is.”

Zuko tapped idly against the steering wheel, once again glancing down at his phone screen but to no avail. His relationship with you had become infinitely more complicated since the kiss through fault of both of them — he supposed that was what happened when two people who didn’t know how to talk about their emotions caught feelings for each other. Zuko was very skilled at sticking his foot in his mouth whenever he tried to talk about anything like this, and

But you had accepted his offer to talk on the way home, so that meant something.

He had originally suggested just talking on the way home like he had proposed earlier, but you had a different idea. ‘Trust me,’ you had told him. ‘It has a good track record with making people feel better.’

Your proposition was a wildflower field on the outskirts of the city, just out of the way that someone would go en route to the university. Far enough from the city to emanate an aura of peace, but close enough to be a feasible trip.

“I found this place when I was missing home,” you smiled as he parked the car. “I love it here, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I just feel homesick for Kyoshi. You passed a field like this on the way into town, and when I stumbled here, it just kinda felt like fate. So now whenever I’m stressed, or overwhelmed, or just need a break, I come out here. And I think this is the perfect place to talk about… well, whatever’s going on with us.”

“Sounds good.” He returned the sentiment then cleared his throat. “As long as we don’t go in there. I can admire it from afar, but just looking at that field is making my skin itch.”

You laughed and nodded amiably. “Deal.”

One hand was splayed against your chest, the other trailing lazy circles with the pads of your fingers against the metal as you gazed up at the sky. You had the best and only seat of the view, the flora drifting softly in the night breeze as the stars twinkled from above.

You didn’t know what you were thinking, being here. The past couple of weeks had just been… crushing you. It was like your heart was stuck in a vice and no matter what you did, it just got tighter and tighter.

You had been treating everyone you knew horribly, but you couldn’t stop. It felt like a game — how terribly could you act towards them until they snapped too? Until your friends, your siblings, Zuko, recognized that they had made a mistake by trying to help you?

And you didn’t know what it was about today, but… something inside of you just broke after that morning with your roommates. So you did what you were best at, and you ran. Skipped class, skipped work, just drove around aimlessly until even that was starting to feel like too much of a trap.

And then you ended up here.

It would’ve been laughable if you weren’t on the verge of breaking down.

You had been here, just laying on the hood of your car parked a few feet away from the field on an off road path, for the better part of an hour. If you were going to drown underneath the weight of your thoughts, it was better to do it alone.

But as you heard the crunching of gravel underneath car tires, your eyes instinctively shot towards the noise — so much for being alone — and you sat up. Your brows furrowed in recognition, you knew that car, and it felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest when Zuko stepped out.

“You remembered,” you breathed after a moment of silence. “You’re here.”

“Always.” He said it so obviously, so easily — why wouldn’t he remember? Why wouldn’t he be here?

You scooted over to make space on the hood and patted the space next to you softly, pulling your knees up to your chest in a moment of shame as he walked around to the front and pushed himself up next to you. What were you going to say to him? What could you say?

“I’m sorry,” you said out of the blue, your words pouring out of you like an emotional waterfall. “I’m sorry for just— for just leaving, I know it was stupid and I know they’re all probably worried out of their minds, but I couldn’t do it, Zuko. I-it was like I was trapped, and I know it was irrational, but I had to get out of there—”

“You didn’t have to,” he said quietly, effectively stopping your rant. “If you really had to get out, you could’ve at least said something to one of us. I don’t know what things were like back at Kyoshi, but here— here, you can’t throw yourself back onto the knife every time something goes wrong, because— you just can’t do that anymore.”

“I’m not mad, believe me, I’m relieved that you’re okay. I just..” he sighed and glanced up at the night sky, the light of the moon illuminating his features as he faced you once more. “I know you’ve felt alone before, but you’re not. You have Katara, and Sokka, Suki, Toph— you have me, Y/N! And I’m not going anywhere, trust me, but— but you can’t keep doing this to yourself, because they care about you, and I care about you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and chose to concentrate on the hood of the car, tapping your fingers against the metal as a way to use up your nervous energy. “You’re… you’re right,” you said after a long moment of silence, the beginnings of a mirthless smile on your lips.

“After that night at the party, I just— I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. There was a part of me that just wanted to lock myself in my room and never come out, but I— I told myself I was better than that, and I refused to let myself fall back onto any of it. So I worked. I took extra shifts, I helped out my professors, I did anything and everything I could to try and keep my mind off of Hahn. But I wasn’t helping anything, I was just… I was destroying myself. It was just like you said. I was a candle burning at both ends but still convinced that I was doing the right thing, and eventually.. I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I ran.”

“And— there’s always been this… this voice in my head that pops up after things in my life are going good, and it tells me that something is going to go wrong. A-and it tells me that if I’m the one that ruins it, then I don’t have to ask myself what I did wrong, if I could’ve stopped it from happening— if it’s inevitable, then I should be the one to ruin it. It’s how most of my relationships ended, and— well, the only thing it’s succeeded in is making me miserable.”

You don’t even notice your hands are shaking until you feel Zuko placing his own over yours — a simple gesture asking an unsaid question, one you answer by intertwining his fingers with your own.

“That same voice popped up again once I started getting close to you,” you admitted quietly. “And this whole time, I’ve been so terrified of falling that I never considered you would catch me. But I’m tired, Zuko. I’m tired of constantly looking over the edge.”

As you turned your head to meet his eyes again, your breath caught in your throat at his close proximity. You were sure that no matter how much time you spent with him, your heart would never stop beating out of your chest for Zuko.

“I will always be there to catch you,” he affirmed softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

And just like before, he brought his hand to the side of your face and tenderly brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand, slightly calloused but emanating comfort all the same, lingered on your cheek for a moment before he posed the question.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, and his lips captured your own immediately. You reciprocated with an almost desperate fervor and— and it just felt so right. You had grown so accustomed to the constant warmth he carried with him that it had become a part of you, he had become a part of you, and now a life without Zuko was just unimaginable.

He was right — he already was there to catch you, each and every time. Giving you endless rides when your car broke down, sitting through the world’s most boring anthro projects, letting you bare your soul to him, telling you it was all going to be okay when nothing felt okay, and managing to find you when you had gone out of your way to not be found. And all of it— it all made you realize.

You didn’t want to keep running. And you didn’t have to. Not anymore.

Zuko pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours, breathing slightly labored as the two of you sat in comfortable silence. That is, until you broke it.

“So,” you started, a nervous chuckle following. “Are we… are we a thing now?”

You could tell that caught him by surprise by the laugh that escaped him, a sound of unfiltered joy. “I’d say that we are.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks once more as he slid off of the hood of the car and held out his hand, an offering you took happily. “We should get home,” he said, somewhat reluctantly. “It’s past midnight, and—” Zuko glanced at his phone and grimaced. “They’re all still worried out of their minds.”

“Right,” you muttered. “I’m gonna get the lecture of my life from Sokka and Katara.”

“Probably,” he chuckled. “But they’re just doing their job as concerned siblings.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and glanced back at his own car. “I’ll see you back at the apartment?”

You nodded, an uncontrollable smile pulling at your lips. “Thank you, Zuko. For this, and— for everything.”

He returned the sentiment, golden eyes filled with adoration.

“Always.”

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 3

Word Count: 3,195

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 3/?

Warnings: brief mention of attempted suicide

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Chapter 3

"Time!" Mr. Harris looked up from his watch. "If you catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal."

I looked down at my beaker and saw a horrible concoction of half crystal and half goo. Thanks to Stiles, my last partner of this weird-ass rotation the chemistry teacher had us partake in. Yet even though I didn't get with Stiles that well I was relieved that he was my partner. Isaac had been completely insufferable these last few days and I couldn't handle that.

"Now this part of the experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy. You can eat it." I was bummed that I couldn't eat mine and I guess Lydia noticed.

"Hey, (Y/N), we can share mine. Don't frown." I smiled at her and she returned it.

After Lydia gave me half her rock crystal, Scott just stood up and screamed our names to stop, and everyone else just stared at us. We both turned and gave the boy a weird stare before diverging our attention back to the candy. After clinking our candies against the other, we savored the sweet treat.

Allison's POV

"Derek is outside waiting for (Y/N) and Lydia," Scott said.

"Waiting to kill them?"

"If he thinks one of them is the Kanima, then yes. Especially after what happened at the pool."

"It's not Lydia."

"Stiles, she didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened."

"No, it can't be her."

"Well, it's not (Y/N) either."

"Well, it could be her."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" What the hell was his problem?

"Well, we have no idea who she is, and she hasn't really proven to be a good person. And the attacks did start after she first arrived at Beacon Hills."

"You don't know her, I do. Believe me, it's not her. I've known her my whole life. I think I would have noticed her turning into a killing lizard and I don't think I would be here to tell you. So, we can cross her out." We both sighed. "But it doesn't matter because Derek thinks it's one of them. So, either we can convince him that he's wrong or we've got to figure out a way to protect them."

"Well, I don't think he's gonna do anything here. Not at school." Scott stepped in.

"What about after school?" I asked and he sighed. "What if we can prove that Derek's wrong?"

"By three o'clock?"

"There can be something in the bestiary."

"Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in Archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that." Seriously Stiles, not helping. At least I was trying.

"Actually, I think there might be someone who can translate," I said thinking about our guidance counselor.

"Uh, I can talk to Derek maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove it's not either of them or... But if anything happens you guys let me handle it, okay?"

"What does that mean?"

"You can't heal like I do." I stared at him. I wasn't a defenseless baby. "I just don't want you getting hurt."

"I can protect myself." I took the crossbow out of my bag. He said nothing. "What? Did something else happen?"

"I just don't want you getting hurt. Seriously, if anything goes wrong you call me, okay?! I don't care if your dad finds out. Call or text, scream or yell; whatever, I'll find you as fast as I can." He stared straight into my eyes.

"We have until three."

He turned to leave until my crossbow went off. "Ooh." Scott quickly turned around and caught the arrow.

"Aah. Sorry." Stiles handed me the crossbow. "Sorry. Sensed a trigger on that."

Scott's POV

Currently, Stiles was on Lydia's and (Y/N)'s trail, and I was on the field with Boyd trying to find Derek.

"I wanna talk to Derek."

"Talk to me."

"I don't wanna fight."

"Good. Cause I'm twice the size of you" I looked up to find it true.

"True. Really, really true." He smirked. "But you wanna know what I think? I'm twice as fast." I smirked back and tackled him to the ground. Once we stood up, Derek appeared by our side.

"She failed the test." His face held his iconic scowl, and his arms were crossed.

"Yeah, but that doesn't prove anything. Lydia's different."

"I know. At night she turns into a homicidal walking snake."

"I'm not gonna let you kill her."

"Who said I was gonna do it?" I looked back to the school and realized Erica and Isaac were still back in the building. I tried to run towards it, but Boyd threw me down. "I don't know why you think you have to protect everyone now, Scott. But even so, Lydia has killed people and she's gonna do it again. And next time it's gonna be one of us."

"What if you're wrong? For all we know it could also be (Y/N). She didn't pass either, and how is it a coincidence that the attacks started after she arrived?" For a second I could have sworn there was a sign of desperation and worry in his face. But as quick as I blinked the look was gone.

"Lydia was bitten by an alpha. It's her."

"You saw that thing up close. You know it's not like us."

"But it is! We're all shapeshifters. You don't know what you're dealing with. It happens rarely and it happens for a reason."

"What reason?"

"Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are." He gave me his hand and helped me up. "Even Stiles calls her cold-blooded."

"Well, what if she's immune? What if she has something else inside of her that makes her immune to the bite which is why she didn't get paralyzed."

"No one's immune. We've never seen it or heard of it. It's n... It's never happened." He argued.

"What about Jackson?" He looked away. "That's why you tested him, isn't it? Because you gave him what he wanted, didn't you?"

"Scott..."

"You said the bite either kills you or turns you. You were probably hoping that he would die. But nothing happened, right? You have no idea why do you?"

"No." Derek's jaw clenched and I knew I struck a never, so I pressured on buying more time.

"I have a theory. That she's immune and that somehow, she passed it on to Jackson. You know I'm right."

"No!

"You can NOT do this!"

"Look, I can't let her live! You should've known that."

"I was hoping I could convince you but then, I wasn't counting on it." He looked at me frazzled as to what I meant, I just smirked.

(Y/N)'s POV

Being stuck with Stiles and Lydia in the library is torture, an experiment I did not want to know the result of. Actually, just Stiles. Ever since Chemistry he had been on our trail like a lost puppy. Lydia and I had a project to work with, and he was just in the way. He was acting so weird and fidgety, more than usual.

"Hey, Allison. What are you doing here?" Lydia said looking behind her.

"Oh nothing, just wondering if you wanted to get together for a study group."

"Sure, that would actually maybe let the tension leave this group," I said and as we were leaving, Jackson joined.

"Study group? I'm coming with."

"Great." We left through the back door of the library, lord knows why, and we were walking at top speed.

"If we're doing a study group why don't we just stay in the library?" Lydia said. I was asking myself the same thing but since everyone else had stood up, I just followed.

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else."

"Why don't they just meet us at the library?" I asked.

"Oh, that would have been a great idea! Too late."

"Okay, hold on..." Lydia started saying but Jackson stopped her by grabbing her arm.

"Lydia, shut up and walk." Jerk.

We all got inside of Stile's jeep since he thought it would be faster that way because we were already late. It was an awkward ride to what I learned was Scott's house. No one said much except for the casual groan or scoff coming from Lydia.

"If we're meeting at Scott's house, where's Scott?" Lydia asked.

"Meeting us here. I think. I hope." Stiles said as he led us up to the front steps and into Scott's house.

Once inside he closed every single lock there was on the door. My reaction was involuntary as I stared at the slim boy in front of me as if he was another worldly creature.

"Uh, there's been a few break-ins in the neighborhood." He then put a chair on the doorknob and now Lydia joined in the stare. "And a murder. Yeah, it was bad."

"Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute." Jackson spoke up.

"Seriously, what is going on with everyone?" Lydia said exasperated.

"Actually, I've been thinking the same thing. What the hell is going on?" I asked once Jackon and Lydia were out of sight.

"Nothing. Like we said it's just a study group." Stiles answered and I crossed my arms against my chest. Groveling for an answer seemed completely futile in this situation.

Allison's POV

"You know what, (Y/N). Why don't you go into the kitchen and help yourself to anything or go upstairs and lay down? I think Scott will take a while."

"O-kay?" She headed upstairs with an audible sigh and I motioned to Stiles to give me his phone to dial Scott.

"Hey, it's me. You need to get here. Quick." I looked outside and saw Derek and his pack waiting. I looked at the phone after Scott hung up and started dialing my dad's number.

"What are you doing?"

"I think... I think I have to call my dad."

"But if he finds you here, you and Scott..."

"I know." I stared at him. "What are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay, they're here to kill Lydia... Or, or even (Y/N)." We stood in silence and I debated on whether if it would be a good idea to call my father. If I did my relationship with Scott would be completely and truly over and if I didn't there could be a chance I would be down a friend or even a cousin.

"I've got an idea." I looked at a nervous Stiles. "Shoot one of them."

"Are you serious?"

"We told Scott we could protect ourselves. So, let's do it, at least give it a shot, right?" I debated for a moment.

"Okay." I don't think I sounded too confident.

"Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of them." His reasoning made sense. I looked outside.

"Which one?"

"Um, Derek, preferably in the head."

"Stiles, if Scott can catch an arrow, Derek definitely can."

"Okay, ah, just shoot one of the other three."

"You mean two?"

"I mean three." Quickly he moved the curtains aside and looked outside to check on the pack. "Where's Isaac?" Without being able to think I was attacked and thrown to the ground and so was Stiles. I don't know how but Isaac found a way in.

(Y/N)'s POV

I was laying down on the bed of what I hoped was a guest room, scrolling through my phone when I heard a crash downstairs. I guess Lydia heard it too because when I looked outside the hallway, there she was. We moved slowly and carefully. After, I started to hear snarling and crashing.

"What's happening?" Lydia cried and I half hugged her as reassurance.

"Get back. Someone's trying to break in, okay? Go." Allison appeared from around the corner.

"I can help," I said.

"Stay." We didn't move. "Guys, go!" We both ran back to the room she was with Jackson and closed the door. Yet, Jackson was nowhere in sight.

"Jackson?!" Lydia screamed and we made our way to the bathroom locking the door.

"Who are you calling?" I asked Lydia as she took out her phone.

"Hi, I-I need the police. Th-there's someone trying to break in." She turned off the light and I heard the door outside slam.

"Stiles! It's here!" Allison screamed. What the hell was IT? Then the door crashed down. Lydia started squirming so I engulfed her in a hug and tried my best to calm her nerves.

"We're gonna be alright." But honestly, I was just as scared. Once silence was the only thing surrounding us, I checked the room. "Okay, I think it's gone. We'll go out slowly."

She nodded and followed me out of the bathroom and later out of the room. We made our way calmly down the hallway and the stairs. That's when I heard the worst screech ever and it was not human. We both ran outside to see what had made such an awful sound and were met by Derek, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Scott, Stiles, and Allison. What the hell were they all doing here, and why were Erica and Isaac limp on the floor?

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"

"It's Jackson," Scott said. What could that possibly mean?

After everyone had calmed down, Stiles took us back to the school to look for our abandoned cars. As I made my way to my bike, Allison stopped me. Claiming that she was too worried about my safety. Not having the energy to fight, I obliged and got into her car alongside Lydia, who was still a bit shaken from the events.

"I need you to promise that you both won't say anything about what just happened." Allison staged the statement as a request but it was clearly a command.

"I promise not to say anything about what just happened if you could tell me what the HELL just happened," Lydia said, exasperated.

"I'm with Lydia on that one."

"It's kinda complicated." Allison sighed.

"How about you start with why Derek was there?" I spoke. "And Isaac and all of those kids from school?"

"Or where Jackson went or what is wrong with Erica?" She looked down. "Need to come up with a possible lie?"

"Part of the reason I am asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay?" Seriously? That's your excuse "So it's better if you just keep what you know to yourselves."

"Fine. I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend, which is nothing, to myself." Lydia started to get out, but Allison held her back.

"Hey, he's not just my boyfriend, you get that right?"

"Let me go." The strawberry blonde spat.

"Just for one second, please try and remember. "

"Remember what?!" Lydia turned.

"Remember what it feels like. All those times in school when you see him standing in the hall and you cannot breathe until you're with him or those times in class when you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he is standing right out there, waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like?"

"No."

"What do you mean no? You've had boyfriends."

"Not like that." She closed the door and left. Allison stared at her until she had reached the door to her house before starting the car back up.

"I know you're lying. This has nothing to do with your relationship with Scott. Maybe like five percent but when you look at the whole picture it's not. So, why don't you actually tell me the truth or I swear I will get out of this car."

"We're moving."

"Doesn't mean I won't jump out."

"What do you want me to say?!"

"The truth. Just tell me why the hell everyone has been acting so weird?"

"You're one to talk." She scoffed.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You! Ever since you've arrived you have pushed everyone away, even though all they have been is nice to you. You're alienating yourself for no reason."

"No reason?! How about the fact that I don't want to grow attached to anyone because I know that once the year ends, I'm gone? It has been like that for almost ten fucking years. Allison, you have only had to move about three times in your life, maybe four. I have been moving every single year since I was eight years old. Don't you think that it doesn't hurt to leave behind people you have grown to love and won't see again, possibly forever?"

"I didn't think..." she sighed.

"Exactly, you didn't think because you don't understand. The last time I grew close to someone, I had to say goodbye and you know what happened?" She shook her head no. "She was bullied into attempting suicide. I did that."

"Are you talking about Josie?" I nodded, roughly wiping away the tears that had spilled. "That wasn't your fault. It was tragic but there was nothing you could have done. You didn't do it."

"I did. She was alone because I left, and I couldn't protect her. She won't even answer my messages. Now, I don't associate myself with people so I don't have to care about what happens to them. That way it doesn't hurt once I leave."

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I didn't know you felt that way. But don't push me away. I will always be a constant in your life. I'm your cousin, I will always be with you." She hugged me and wiped away any other tears left. "I love you but get out."

"Dude, you just ruined the moment."

"No, I mean we're at your house and I have to get home. I love you." She smiled and I got out of the car. Before I could say anything else, she sped off. She knew there was a conversation still lingering and she was trying to avoid it. I just hoped I didn't have to explain myself to anyone else.

I entered the empty house, making sure all the doors were locked, and made my way up the stairs. Opening my bedroom door, Brody jumped off my bed and onto me, slathering my face with kisses.

"Hey, buddy. I missed you too," I laughed. Being near him instantly calmed me and helped me feel more at ease after the night I had.

I changed into my pajamas, too tired to shower, and cuddled with Brody on my bed. Talking about my past always made me tense. I tried my best to stray away from the topic and reveal as little as possible as I could, but it always found a way to be uncovered. As hard as I tried it was the dark cloud that would always follow me around. All I could do was avoid the whole thing as much as I could and hope they didn't bring it up again.

With Brody's warmth next to me, I quickly nodded off to sleep and melted the stress of the day.

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Goodbye [2/2]

➤ PART. 1

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 4.9K

Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of death

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In. Out. In. Out.

Hotch had been trying to control his breathing by thinking about those words. Over and over again, non-stopping. The air seemed tinier, yet heavier. Too dense. Sitting at the passenger seat of an SUV, he looked out through the window to the fields that seemed to be passing by. Rossi was driving too fast, but Hotch wanted him to slow down. He did not want to get to their destiny. Had no intention of doing so.

The countryside of Oklahoma City was illuminated by the sunlight of the middle of the afternoon. Farm houses could be seen here and there, with people walking around, doing their jobs. Animals ate and walked around their owners lands. The world was in place, still spinning, and that felt wrong to Hotch. Extremely wrong. You were gone, the world was supposed to be a horrible place. Things couldn’t just go on like nothing had happened. It couldn’t.

He had accepted that when the line went silent before. You had said your goodbye. You were gone. He had lost you. After the rest of the team had left that room, to probably continue to work to take their minds elsewhere, he stayed there, unable to move. He stared to that phone, and a voice in his head said nothing would ever be the same again. He had survived through Hailey. Could he survive through this? Losing you? He doubted it. He really did.

He just wanted silence and to be alone. To mourn you unstoppably like he new you would not approve, but still, he had to. But then David had entered the room again and said that Garcia had something. And even though Hotch had said he wasn’t interested in knowing whatever it was, David told him anyway. He said that when she left the room, she tried to triangulate the source of the call and was able to narrow down the location to a certain region. From there, Emily helped her with the profile that had been built and Reid added it to his geographical profile. Turns out, they could find the origin of the call. The place where you were. Where you had been, at least.

Hotch had told them that he did not want to go. He did not want to go and see your dead body laying around, disposed like he had seen so many other victims before. To see it… he couldn’t. He told the others to go, to arrest the unsub, he did not care. Because even though he did promise you that he would catch the man, he couldn't do it then. He wanted nothing but you back, but that he couldn’t have. And that thought destroyed him.

He had been dragged to the car anyway, Morgan literally pulled him by the arm all the way out of the station. ‘(Y/N) made you promise to catch this guy and you did. Now you go and keep that promise' he had said firmly, and that phrase made Hotch’s chest ache even more than it already did.

As the fields continued to pass, he thought about all you had done together on the past few weeks. You had taken Jack to a park and made a picnic. He had found you asleep in his office and covered you with a blanket he had laid around from one of his to-go bags. You had shared a rushed meal on your way to the airport, just a couple of burgers and soda. You had placed fries in his mouth while he was driving and you both had laughed hard on that day.

“Aaron” his name was spoken just by his side. It brought him back to the hateful reality. He sighted heavily. Live in memories had never felt so good. Turning to his side, he saw that David was looking at him with a careful expression on his face. “We are here”

Those words took a few seconds to make sense. At first he just frowned, but then realization came and his eyes snapped through the window and he saw it. A barn, right next to a small farm house. Both looked old and abandoned, the field around had clearly not been taken care of for a long time now. It was there. You were there. Your body, that being.

He got out of the car before David could say anything else. Before he himself even realized what he was doing. His hand just opened the door of the SUV and his legs were set into motion, taking him out of the vehicle and advancing several steps in the direction of those two constructions. He felt like something was pulling him in that direction, even though he felt the urge to actually run in the opposite direction. Would he be able to ever forget the sight of your body if he found it?

“Hotch! Wait” one of the car’s doors was slammed behind him and then Morgan came running towards him and stopped at his front, putting a hand on his FBI vest to make him stop from going forward. “The unsub is probably armed. You can’t go in there like this”

“Right” he mumbled to himself, lowering his eyes to his waist where he always carried his gun. He took it in his hands, feeling the weight of it like he always did. His voice sounded strange, even to himself. It carried nothing. It was the sound a ghost would make if he could be heard. He did feel like a ghost, just not feeling the pass of time and seeming unaware of everything going around.

Morgan watched him carefully until Rossi, Prentiss and Reid joined them. All of them had their guns in hand and seemed more than ready to bring an end to that nightmare. Rossi was the one who took command of the situation. “Spencer and I will take the farm house. Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss, you take the barn. Be careful, okay?” Prentiss and Morgan nodded in agreement. Hotch did not do anything.

When Morgan and Prentiss moved, he moved. He followed them with calculated steps and an erratic breathing, that came from the sense of panic he was feeling growing little by little inside of him. He saw Morgan pushing the doors of the barn open. From holes in the roof, light illuminated the place that once might have been dark even during the day. He saw Prentiss pointing her gun around as she looked for anything suspicious or a movement of any nature. He walked along with them, pointing the gun randomly, mind fogged and confused. Morgan took the front. Prentiss the right. He went left, to the corners, and that’s when he saw. You.

The first thing he noticed was that you were wearing your dark blue jeans. He hadn’t noticed that before, when you had gone out to follow a lead, but now he did. You were laying on the cold ground, hair spreaded around in a mess that used to be in his pillows by the morning. Your white tank top was a complete mess, teared apart in the belly, where you had been stabbed at least three times. Blood. Blood everywhere. Your face was turned away from him.

He fell to his knees, just realizing such thing when the impact seemed to crawl all the way up to his brain. The tears he thought had ended, came back as if to prove a point to him and instantly started to fall down. Always falling down. He wanted to look away. He need to look away. But how could he do so? You were just laying there. Left behind like some broken object. You had without a doubt been treated as such by the unsub. He wanted to scream. He wanted to sob. But quickly he realized he couldn’t emit any sound. Wasn’t able to.

“Prentiss! Here!” Hotch heard Morgan scream suddenly and he watched as the agent ran towards your body and threw himself to his knees to grab your dead body and bring it towards him. “Dammit, (Y/N)” he said, in the verge of tears.

Hotch finally fell completely down and placed his arms on his knees, then leaned his head down on it. He stared at the could ground and cried. And cried. And cried some more.

“Oh my God” Prentiss said from a few feet away, then she ran towards Morgan and also leaned down, from the sounds Hotch heard. Silence filled the barn as the three of them tried to accept reality. Emily was crying hard when suddenly, she spoke again. “What?”

“(Y/N) has a pulse” Morgan said, his voice seeming to come from far, far away. It was unsure, did not have any confidence. But then after a few more seconds of silence, his voice grew louder. “Emily, it’s a pulse! Get Rossi and Reid here!”

Hotch heard with a confused mind as Prentiss ran away towards the entrance of the barn and shouted for the other two agents. Her voice echoed through the fields. As it did, Hotch raised his head slowly and looked back to where you were. Morgan held your body loosely against his chest, an exasperated expression on his features. His eyes were fixed on the leader of the unit. “Hotch, (Y/N) has a pulse!” as the words seemed to have no effect on the other, he became more desperate. “Hotch, (Y/N)'s alive! Alive, Hotch!”

Hotch got up to his feet and walked towards your body and Morgan, stopping himself from believing that. From having hope. Once close he went down on his knees again and from up close, he saw your face. Eyes closed, blood in the corners of your mouth. The mouth he had kissed so many times. The face he caressed with his fingertips whenever he could.

“Here, Hotch, give me your hand” Morgan demanded and before the other could even do so, he grabbed Hotch’s hand and pressed it to your neck. Your skin was cold. It frightened him. He was about to move his hand away when he felt it. Just a little pumping under his finger. A pulse.

“Alive” he mumbled to himself, trying to set his mind straight. Trying to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t gone. You could still be saved.

“Yes, Hotch, alive!” Morgan smiled out of pure joy as he passed your body into Hotch’s arms and quickly took off his vest and then shirt. With a lot of skill he wrapped the clothing around your bleeding stomach, doing the best he could to prevent the bleeding from keep happening. “We have to get to an hospital”

It was as if Hotch had just been struck by a lightning. He felt filled with an odd energy, that set him into motion in an instant and made him get up with you wrapped in his arms carefully. He ran out of the barn as fast as he could without wanting to hurt you more, passing by Rossi and Reid on the way. “To the car. Now! We have to go!” the firmness in his voice, going back to how it usually was, made the others move as well.

He got in the back of the SUV with you still in his arms. Reid got to the passenger’s seat and Morgan got the wheel and set the car in movement as fast as he could. Rossi and Prentiss took the other vehicle. “Garcia!” Reid’s voice was loud and filled with urgency. “I need you to give me directions to the closest hospital to where we are. Now!” a few silent seconds. “(Y/N) has a pulse”

Hotch had his eyes sat on your face as all of that happened, fingertips running through your face and hair as he fought back more tears. Hope. He had to grab himself to hope right now that it was possible. Your breathing was barely there, chest almost not moving at all. But it was still there.

Still there.

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“What about the unsub?” J.J asked the others, with her arms crossed over her chest and a heavy look on her face. Just the mention of that man disgusted her.

Hotch sat at one of the hospital's reception chairs, elbows on his knees and eyes on the too clean floor. So different from the barn's. Hours had passed since he had stormed into the E.R with you in his arms. Hours had passed since you had been taken to surgery and disappeared through many doors with doctors all around you. He hadn’t had news since. Any. At all. So all he did was sit there and wait, hoping, praying, wishing and listening to the others talking, without saying anything.

“I found him” Morgan, who now wore a shirt Garcia had brought to him on her way there, said, and Hotch could feel his stare upon himself from the corner of his eye. Even though he was not looking at them, he did pay some attention to that part of the conversation. Honestly, the unsub had not even crossed his mind until J.J mentioned him. All his focus was on you. “He was dead. Shot in the stomach. Bled out. For the way there was a gun left a few feet away from his body, my guess is that (Y/N) managed to shot him before or after being stabbed. He tried to leave by the back exit of the barn, but didn’t make it”

“Good” Reid said with conviction, getting nods of agreement from both David and J.J. He had his hands on the front pockets of his pants and his eyes kept on going to the door through where doctors had been coming to notify other people about their loved ones. He was impatient. Everyone was.

“(Y/N)'s a fighter” Prentiss said in a proud tone. She had been unable to keep a smile away from her lips from the very moment Morgan had said you had a pulse. Even though she was still worried if you would pull through, she was hopeful. Maybe too hopeful, but no one could blame her right then.

“Hey” the proximity of the voice made Hotch raise his eyes, only to be met by J.J's sight standing by his side, lips squeezed in a thin line and hair tugged behind her ears. She sat at the empty chair beside his and joined her hands over her lap. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m not” Hotch pressed his palms together, sighting heavily. They were sweaty, shaking quite a bit. He squeezed them, trying to stop that from happening. “J.J, what if…”

“Stop” the blonde cut him short, so firmly that he fixed his eyes on her in surprise. She was determined, like she usually was when she decided the case they would be working on nextly. “Don’t go there. Don’t torture yourself like that. (Y/N) is going to pull through”

“Are you sure about it?” the question was made weakly, tone just above a whisper. Maybe not even to her. It was more like a unstoppable thought that he desperately wanted to shake away.

J.J opened her mouth to try to formulate an answer but before she could the doors Reid kept on watching were opened and a doctor in scrubs passed through them. He looked around the reception and then fixed his eyes on the FBI team. He started walking towards them.

Hotch got to his feet and started to walk forward, to meet the doctor halfway. The doctor sat his eyes on his face. Even though Hotch was a profiler, in that moment he had no clue what that man was going to say to him.

It scared the hell out of him.

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You opened your eyes slowly, to then quickly shut them again. The light. It hurt. It was too bright. You tried to take a deep breath. It also hurt. You set your breathing into shallow ones, those you could handle for now. After several moments, you tried to open your eyes again, right eye before the left one. ‘Baby steps', you thought to yourself, mind a bit fogged and confused.

It took some time, but then the place you were in started to get into focus. The walls were extremely white. You were laying in something soft. Soft. So different from the barn. The barn… suddenly the pain you were feeling made sense. You had been stabbed. Did you die? Had that been it? Falling into unconsciousness and everything just stopped? Just like that?

“(Y/N)?” the voice was so sudden it scared you. Made your eyes snap to your left side and then you saw him. Sitting at a chair, elbows resting on the bed you were on. His face was close, eyes incredibly red making it clear that he had been crying. Short hair a bit messy, so unlike the usual organization he always valued. “(Y/N)?”

“A-Aaron?” your voice sounded shaky, deep. Your throat was very dry, and you could feel it burning a bit, as if you had just taken a shot of whiskey. Oh, you could really use one of those.

He smiled, chuckling a bit as his eyes got filled with tears. He fought with them for a second, trying to hold them back. “I’m here, babe. I’m right here” one of his hands travelled to the top of your head and he kept it softly there, stroking the strands of your hair gently.

“How…?” the question died in your dry throat, as you frowned, looking for a possible answer. A thought occurred to you and it made you stare at him in fear. “Hotch, if you died too, I’m going to be really pissed”

He chuckled a bit. God, that did sound exactly like something you would say. Even haven just gotten out of a major risk surgery. “I’m not dead. Neither are you” he saw the relief in your features and smiled. He thought about the fact that he probably had never given someone a smile as pure as that one. How he was feeling… he couldn’t even begin to describe it.

“B-but the call… the barn…” you began, because that did not make sense at all. You remembered perfectly making that call, saying your goodbyes to him and the team. How could you have survived that, when you had already admitted to have been beaten?

“Garcia triangulated the call. She narrowed the location. Reid used his geographical profile and the others crossed references with men with criminal records in the area” the words just slipped across his lips, one after the other. Now that he knew you were okay, he stopped to think about how great had been the other’s work. If they hadn’t done that… well, he tried to push away that terrible thought. “They found your location. They found you”

“They?” you echoed his saying, confused by the choice of words. Usually, there wasn’t a 'we' in that team. It was a 'we'. And 'we' only.

Hotch swallowed dry at the questioning. He averted his eyes from yours and being a profiler, you recognized that body language. He was embarrassed. Feeling guilty. “After your call, I… I lost my ground. I froze” he squeezed his lips on a thin line. “They did everything on their own, I helped with nothing. In the barn, when we found your b-body” he struggled with the word for a bit. “Derek was the one who approached you and noticed you had a pulse. I had given up hope. All I did was sit down and cry” he sighted heavily, obviously trying not to cry right then and there. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I should have reacted. I shouldn’t have sent you out there in the first place, it was my fault”

“Aaron” you slowly managed to move your hand enough to grab his, that still stood in the bed. Your touch on his skin finally made his gaze travel back to your face. You felt that usual spark of excitement when your eyes met. “Nothing is your fault. You were in shock. If this happened to you, I would have reacted in the exact same way. So, please, don’t go there” he nodded in agreement, but you could see that he would struggle with the matter still. For how much you knew him, you guessed that for quite a long time. However, you would be there for him. As you thought everything that had happened, you suddenly got agitated. “What about the unsub? Did you get him?”

“You were the one who got him, babe” Hotch said, and his words made more memories come into place. The stabbing. The fact that when that man was about to pull away from your bloodied body, you grabbed his gun and managed to shoot him. Just a single press to the trigger, that took all the strength you still had. You could still hear that awful sound ringing inside your head.

“I shot him” you said, and he nodded in confirmation.

“He tried to run, but I suppose you got one of his main organs. He died right there, a few feet away from where you were” he told, Morgan’s speech from earlier becoming quite useful. In that moment, he was grateful for having paid attention at all.

You had killed him. You did that. You won. “Good” was the only thing you said, and he chuckled. You smiled softly at him. “What?”

“Reid said the exact same thing” he said, still stroking your hair.

“Reid” you echoed the Doctor’s name, thinking about him and the others. About how much you would like to see them. In that barn, you had realized just how much you loved all of those people. People who used to be only your co-workers in the beginning of that job, but now were your family. “I-is the team here? Can I see them?”

“I’ll tell them to come in right now” Hotch kissed your forehead for a long moment, got up from his chair and disappeared through an open door in the corner of the room. Looking around the white walls and being able to hear only your own shallow breathing, you instantly wished to not have sent him out. You feared that being alone, would send you right back at that barn with nobody but that man. The unsub.

Before you could start to really panic though, Hotch got back, passing by the door. But this time, he was accompanied by the others.

“There you are” Emily was the first one to approach your bed, smiling like you had never seen her smile before. She seemed radiant, utterly happy. The fact that it was because of you, warmed your heart. “I knew you would pull through. You’re a badass” she got your hand in hers and squeezed it tightly, making you smile.

“Hey, sibling. I’m glad you’re okay” Spencer was the next one to approach you, as Emily got a spot close to one of the white walls. His saying was clearly a reference to the fact that you had said to consider him the 'brother' you never had, and that made you realize something.

“Y-you all heard that call?” you asked, looking around the room, to all of those familiar faces.

“Every single word” David confirmed your theory, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “We’re sorry for invading your privacy like that, but… honestly we couldn’t leave. And Aaron… it was better not to leave him alone in there” he looked at his side at Hotch, who had crossed his arms over his chest and was looking a the floor for a few seconds.

“I’m glad you didn’t” you said to David and your words made Hotch’s eyes raise to meet your face again. As you smiled reassuringly, he was able to smile too.

“And as for me marrying again, I’m not going to promise anything. What if I met a person who would be an wonderful ex?” Rossi said, making everyone roll their eyes and laugh. You tried to laugh, but your chest hurt too much, so you turned out to just cough a bit.

Hotch reassumed his position at the chair by your bed on that exact moment. “Don’t push too hard” his hand went back to your hair, as you agreed. ‘Baby steps', you reminded yourself.

J.J then came close, eyes filled with tears. She touched your arm gently, smiling. “I’m so glad you’re fine” she leaned down, kissed your forehead and then stepped back as you were only able to smile at her.

“I already made you three playlists” Penelope said as she was the one who now approached you, her eyes were red. She had clearly been crying very recently. You wished you could hug her. “One for your time here in the hospital, one for your recovery time at home and one for when you get back to work. I tried to include versions of Hotch singing 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' or 'Every breath you take', but he didn’t think my idea was too great, so” she shrugged, in that good humored way of hers. You fought back the urge to laugh. The others did.

“Now that, would be stuff I wish to hear” you looked over at Hotch, smiling. He mumbled 'not going to happen' in a serious, smiling way that made you bite back a laugh. You looked back at Penelope, reaching your hand out to hers. She grabbed it. “Thank you, Penelope. Thank you so much”

As she stepped back, you saw Derek standing behind her. His expression was serious, a bit sad even. As he got close, you saw that he was squeezing his lips tightly. “You do know you scared the hell out of me out there, right?” After you mumbled out a ‘sorry’, he grabbed your hand. “Now, you focus on getting better so we can have those pizza nights you talked about”

“Now that’s a plan” you said, and he nodded in agreement, face cracking up in a smile. You felt good from seeing him smile. After a few more seconds Derek stepped back too, and you looked at all of them, standing there, watching over you. “Thank you, guys. For finding me. For caring. For… for everything” you took a breath as deep as you could take, trying not to let tears fall down. “Now please, go to the hotel, rest. I know you’re all probably extremely tired”

“Actually, due to your physical work preparation, we could have more eight sleepless hours before…” Spencer said, and hearing him rambling like that again felt as music to your ears. Seeing the look in your voice though, very serious about them going to get some rest, he stopped talking.

“We will be back first thing in the morning” J.J assured, with that defining tone of hers that let you no doubt she would keep that promise.

“At the very first light” David agreed.

“Don't go out killing bad guys without us in the meantime” Emily winked at you, still smiling.

“We love you” Derek said, seriously.

“And I love you all” you said, running your eyes through all of them. Then, you watched as one by one, they left the room and then it was like it had been in the beginning, just you and Hotch. You closed your eyes for a long moment, just enjoying the feeling of his touch in your hair. When you opened them again, you met his gaze. “It’s selfish, but c-can you stay?”

Hotch stared at you as if you had just told him the most absurd thing in the world. “(Y/N), did you really think I would leave? I’m not getting out of here until you do” the sight of satisfaction you emitted could not have been held back.

“We can share the bed” you suggested, smiling.

“I’m completely fine with this chair” he kissed one of your hands, bringing it close to his lips before placing it down again, with his over yours. You saw a thought run through his features and before you could ask, he spoke his mind. “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?” you were speechless, incapable of saying anything. You thought how much your admittance on the call to having found the ring would have hurt him. “I had the ring in that drawer for months now. With the job, and everything… I was waiting for the perfect moment to ask but almost losing you like this made me realize that there is no such thing. My perfect is whenever I’m with you. And that’s what I want. I want to marry you”

Hearing that, you could no longer stop the tears. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you”

Hotch smiled, chuckling too. His eyes were filled with tears. “Good, because I was beginning to think that you had only accepted because you were in the verge of dying”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled back. “How did you guess?”

He chuckled a bit more and then kissed your forehead again, like he had done before. “I love you”

Looking at him, the man you loved, you thought about how lucky you were. To have him. To be alive. To have that team. Being so close to dying like that, made you see just how important what you did was. You put away bad people, like the man who had kidnapped you. You saved others. And to be honest, you couldn’t wait to get back on the job.

“I love you too”

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Lab Assistant (Szayelaporro x Reader, Part II)

Synopsis: Szayelaporro takes on a complete Arrancar.

Word Count: 2,180

Tags/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Fake Science, Science Project to Lovers, Slow Burn (Arrancar are solitary and this one’s death aspect is Madness, let’s be real here), Slow Build @blankensee

Notes: Okay but homeboi is TӦLL. Szayelaporro is 6′1, 6′1 y’all see this? Ooh boy is it getting hot in here? The Thing-Winged series bug has officially kicked in.

You were the only Fracción that Szayelaporro allowed into his laboratory, but even as you sat on the exam table, you couldn’t help but think that perhaps you had done something wrong. You crossed your ankles and folded your hands in your lap. Szayelaporro sat at his desk, like usual, but penned down the types of notes that he would typically leave for you. A large piece of machinery reached out a mechanical arm to encompass the whole of your hollow mask. Szayelaporro had stood to observe you quite some time ago and you were left to wait, back straight and silent. A series of artificial jewels clung to you kanzashi mask, their glow casting a crimson color over the dimly lit laboratory.

He spoke your name. His soft voice cut through the air, reverberating off of the tall walls and high ceilings. Szayelaporro rose from his seat and turned to you. You could hear a faint bubbling coming from somewhere in the dimness.

“Yes, Master Szayelaporro?” Your voice could have easily blended in with the white noise of the laboratory. He stood in front of you, fiddling with the equipment above your head. His honey colored irises lazily migrated to the corners of his eyes in a disapproving glance downward. You stared forward.

“What is it that we did wrong today?” You pursed your lips but didn’t dare to move otherwise. A phantom hourglass hung over your head. Your response best be good and come quickly.

“I did not receive an order to attack Master Nnoitra. I did not believe it to be wise to.” Szayelaporro let a frown slip from his neutral expression. He continued to tinker with his device. You could feel the cool metal on your mask like dental tools on your teeth. Szayelaporro let out a hum.

“Passing the blame onto me, are you?” The claw of the machine buckled under his firm hands and caused a tugging against your outer layer of bone. You recoiled, a hand tightly gripping the table below you. You squeezed your eyes closed, in more discomfort than in any pain. Your head tilted to your far right as you leaned upwards, attempting to decrease the tension on your mask.

“No, Master Szayelaporro. I apologize for the lack of care that went into choosing my words.” The Octava Espada said nothing. You felt him continue to work the machine above you. You shifted again.

“Stop moving, I’ve almost got it.” And when the data machine finally released you, you restrained yourself from shooting up a hand to rub your head. Instead, you sat still, letting Szayelaporro’s cold hands caress your face as he inspected his work. You could sense another look of dissatisfaction.

“Have they been repaired?” He rolled the largest of your gems between the fingers of his other hand, watching it gleam as he poured in the slightest bit of reiatsu.

“For now,” Szayelaporro answered, “We’ll see how they hold up.” He gripped your chin, turning your head to meet his stare. His expression narrowed. “When I tell you to come to my side, you do as I say. When someone like Nnoitra tries to touch you, you defend yourself. These are my additional orders to you.” You nodded, your jewelry glinting a singular time.

As he turned back to his data, you slid down from the examination table. Your heels met each other. Once again, your hands rested folded in front of you.

“Shall I get back to work now?” Szayelaporro took a moment. He ignored your inquisition and continued to type in some sort of data or another into his recording instrument. He paused, and when you thought that he’d answer, he flipped through yet more papers. You stood a few feet behind him awaiting his answer, and when he finally turned you were met with a withering scowl.

“Must I really dismiss you?” He questioned rhetorically, swiftly passing by you with a few papers in hand. You did not move. “Go restock the canyon crystals and do eat something while you’re away.” You nodded to yourself and gave a quiet farewell to your master. He did not answer, per usual, and you let yourself out of the laboratory. Szayelaporro’s glare followed you. “This better work. I am sick of having disobedient Fracciónes.”

***

Hueco Mundo didn’t hold much beauty. All in all, the landscape was mostly vast, empty, and dead. Szayelaporro didn’t seem like he enjoyed fieldwork very much. You supposed that he would prefer experimenting rather than finding his own minor lab materials. You, on the other hand, preferred spending a bit of time away from the Palace and you were grateful that Szayelaporro trusted you to do even the mundane tasks. Truth be told, you excelled in gathering quality items for the lab. You had an eye for the best spots to pick from. You caught live specimens with an almost sixth sense and your speed remained nearly unmatched in the Octava Espada’s Palace. That factoid on it’s own didn’t feel very impressive to you, but you still took pride in it nonetheless.

You trudged across the sand, a field collection kit in your arms. The whole package easily encompassed the whole of your torso. Your feet sank down into the substrate. Surely by now, the grains had begun to gather in your boots. You stopped where you stood, letting the kit droop in your desperate grasp. You looked back at the Palace which still loomed over you. You had hardly made it anywhere. With a sigh, you turned back the direction you were originally headed. Szayelaporro didn’t like when you took too long.

“Can I help you with that?” As soon as you caught sight of the slender, eye patched face, your eyes went wide. You gripped the bulky kit in your arms, lips forming a thin, panicked line. You slowly turned away before immediately speeding off. A shout came from behind you causing you to trip. “I’m not here to hurt you!”

You yelled out for Szayelaporro. A cloud of sand exploded around you as you fell. A dark shadow appeared above you and you launched your equipment up in defense. Your pursuer caught the kit in his arms, his body forced back the slightest bit at the impact.

“Stay back!” You warned, scrambling up and unsheathing your zanpakutō. The fragments in your mask glowed a deep red. Tesla raised up your box in defense, his sword hanging by his hip.

“Master Nnoitra isn’t with me!” You blinked a few times, lowering your weapon slightly, but not by much. Tesla shifted his hands, maneuvering them forward to lay flatly on the sides of the container. He held it away from himself as he lowered his posture, a silent effort to show that he meant no harm. “You looked like you could use a hand. What is this all for?”

Your knuckles turned white around your trembling sword handle. Tesla remained low, calm and still. You took a step back, sheathing your zanpakutō. You tentatively approached, letting Tesla return your equipment to you. The box dropped like a weight in your arms.

“I’ve been sent to collect canyon crystals,” You answered, picking up your knee to readjust your grip before you turned on your heel to trudge away. Tesla frowned. He followed, strolling alongside you. Your back bent backwards a bit.

Wordlessly, Tesla accompanied you all the way to the canyon, about a few miles out from the Palace. He remained eerily silent, but in his defense, so did you. Fracciónes serving under masters such as yours were discouraged from speaking early on, so smalltalk certainly didn’t come easily. You kept a close eye on the other Arrancar out of your peripheral, but his posture only screamed polite and nothing more. Another fold of your lips and you turned your attention back forward. Quite frankly, you didn’t know how to handle this. You rarely got the opportunity to be in the company of other complete Arrancar, not including Szayelaporro.

At the edge of the ravine, the kit slipped in your arms and Tesla instinctively reached out an arm to catch it if you lost your grasp. You paid him no mind and instead hiked up a knee once again and continued on. You tilted your head, focusing on your footing as you descended into the chasm. Even at the surface, the space was dark and hollows of different designations howled in the depths. Tesla followed you down, his face gradually overtaken with shadows.

And in the pitchest of pitch black you saw them. Small glimmers in the darkness. You stumbled forward, the Fifth Espada’s Fracción close behind. You sat down in front of the small gathering of luminescent crystals and finally set down your burden. Tesla preferred to stand, on guard at the many noises around you. You quickly sorted through the bounty. Upon finding a quality bundle, you opened your materials box to pluck out a small pick. You felt Tesla’s stare. Arrancar were never truly creatures of companionship in your experience, but when solidarity came, it usually came quietly.

“These are Reiatsu Gems or canyon crystals. They are known to be excellent conductors of spirit energy,” You explained, voice ever-soft. The luminescence cast a faint light upon your face. You lowered a specimen into your extraction box, the glow retreating into the contained dimness. Standing, you heaved up your kit and moved deeper into the murk. Tesla followed. You passed by another gathering of crystals, then another. You felt Tesla beside you.

“What was wrong with those?” He asked, equally as quiet as you had just been.

“Not ready to be harvested,” You answered promptly.

“How can you tell?” You stopped at a small batch. The crystals grew diagonally out of the canyon wall at about waist level. You put your kit down and crouched down.

“See these here?” You gestured to the dimmest section of gems. “This place is filled with reiatsu, they should be glowing more.” You directed your attention to the brightest of the bunch. “See? These shine a little bit brighter.” And with your pick you extracted them.

You continued on, trudging around in the immensity of the ravine. You performed your field work diligently. The kit gradually began to fill with valuable specimens. Tesla came forth from the darkness, a glowing coming from his palm. He wordlessly presented it to you to inspect. You gave a grateful nod and carefully placed it in your box.

The journey up served to be more difficult than the journey down and your load had since doubled in weight. Tesla patiently waited as you struggled back up the canyon, at that point still refusing any kind of assistance. You plopped the kit on the sand at the top before pulling yourself up. Your body half hanging into the abyss, Tesla offered you a hand. You glanced at it, then back at him, and after a second of deliberation, you placed your hand in his. But a moment after you had found your footing and had your package back in your arms, a horde of adjuchas surrounded you and quickly.

Tesla scowled and flared his spiritual pressure. You looked up at him, beginning to piece together that his scowl served more as an unfortunate resting expression than any sort of intimidating grimace. Either way, the adjuchas were not discouraged. Tesla placed a hand on his zanpakutō and you sighed. He looked on in confusion at the disappointing shake of your head and curiously accepted your kit as you handed it to him.

“I have orders,” You exhaled, unfortunately not feeling any hungrier than usual. And as the gang of adjuchas lunged, too greedy for flesh and soul energy to recognize their opponents, you struck. Your blade made short work of them and your mask ornaments glowed. You tore into mask after mask, canines bared, and when you made it to the last one, you offered it to Tesla. He wanted to decline, but after some thought, he didn’t have it in him to decline a free meal.

***

“Adequate.” That encompassed all Szayelaporro had to say about the crystals you gathered. You placed them neatly at one of the lab tables as you cleaned and reorganized the field gear. Szayelaporro toyed with your gathered gems, inspecting them with a critical eye. He lifted one to his nose, taking in a slight inhale. “And why does this one smell vaguely like Nnoitra Gilga?”

“His Fracción accompanied me on my field work today.” Szayelaporro stared at you blankly, setting the bundle of crystals back down in disdain.

“You should have told him to go away.”

“And I did. I raised my sword against him like you told me to, but he did not seem to pose any threat. He was particularly interested in the Reiatsu Gems so he followed me.” Szayelaporro nodded once, appearing to be somewhat deep in thought, but his face remained expressionless.

“Let him accompany you next time as well.” The room was cast with a dull gleam.

“Yes, Master Szayelaporro.”

Notes: As much as I feel like Szayelaporro likes to make a show, I feel like he wouldn’t be as flamboyant when he thinks he doesn’t have an audience. I have too many Szayelaporro headcanons. I tried to make a single post with all of them but it’s like too many to fit. I’ll post those at some point. It’s in my drafts rn.

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