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luvyeni · 3 months

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❛A VERY HAPPY ENDING❜ ( l. felix )

p. masseuse!felix x fem!reader w. 2.3k

warnings? fingering, boob play, oral ( f. receiving ), uprotected sex, cum eating

— 𖦹 ( you're in need of a break and to relax, so your friend makes you a well needed reservation at a massage parlor ) !

authors note. i suddenly remember when felix would go around and give people massages and i came up with this, so enjoy 😁.

“Jesus yn, what the hell happened in here?” your roommate entered your room. “it’s like a tornado hit your room; did this, left — spun the block and hit it again.” She said, stepping over the pile of clothes on the floor to your bed. “im sorry I didn’t have enough time this week to clean, too busy at work.”

“looks like you didn’t have the time to do your hair and anything else, you look like a hobo.” You clicked away at your keyboard, rolling your eyes. “did you come in here to insult me?” you questioned. “cause that could’ve been a text.”

“I came in here to tell you that you need to take a break, you’re working yourself to death.” She voiced her concerns. “im fine.” You said. “baby no you not and that’s okay, we can fix that cause you can’t keep living like this.” She was right, — your job had recently had layoffs and you and the rest of the people that were spared were worked to the bone to replace the missing people; which meant more work and long hours, so you didn’t have much time to do anything.

“living like what?” you turned in your chair. “babe when was the last time you had any me time?” you shrugged. “maybe about a month ago, I think.” She sighed. “exactly you need to relax, that’s why as your roommate and the bestest friend in the world, I took the liberty of scheduling us both for a massage at my favorite masseuse parlor this weekend.”

“I don’t have time this weekend there’s a— nope I don’t want to hear it.” She covered her ears. “you’re gonna put the laptop down this weekend and go out and have some relaxation time.” She said. “even if I have to drag you out myself.”

You sighed, knowing your friends wouldn’t back down unless you agreed. “fine we’ll go.” She clapped, standing up. “great!” she chipped. “its gonna be great, I swear you’ll feel like a new woman after this.” She said hugging you; before making her way to the door, looking around the room once more. “and maybe then you’ll come to your senses and clean this pigsty.” She scrunched her nose up in disgust before leaving out.

The next few days were busy and finally Friday rolled around and the weekend was finally here. That evening you got home and your friend was already going at your room claiming ‘we need to get this together before we become new women.” You sighed, dropping your bag; changing your clothes before you also jumped in and you tackled the crazy that was your room; you both finished; covered in sweat from the deep clean. “girl you better be paying me fore that.” Your friend huffed. “I worked like a damn dog.”

“thank you.” You said, ready to take a shower and hop into bed. “no problems girl.” Your friend hopped up. “now get some sleep cause our girls day starts at 10:30 am sharp.” She skipped out her room. “and make sure to tidy up down there.” She pointed to your below area. “why do I need to do that?” you crossed your legs. “just listen to me, and do it goodnight.”

“is it noticeable.” You said looking down; had it been a long time? “no.” you scoffed getting your pajamas ready. “shes crazy.” You said, thinking for a minute. “well it couldn’t hurt anyone.” You grabbed a new razor from your nightstand before making your way into the bathroom.

The next day you a woken feeling a little bit more refreshed than usual; sleeping in a little later than normal and in a clean room really was nice. You woke up, getting ready for the day with your roommate.

You spent the whole morning and early afternoon out with your roommate; getting your hair and nails done, shopping for new clothes and other things for the apartment. It was almost time for you both to head over to the massage place; so you stopped for lunch then headed right over.

“we’re here.” She pulled into the parking lot. “it even looks fancy outside.” You stepped out of the car. “I booked our appointments for a least busy time so it should be empty so we won’t have to wait long.” You both walked into the place, standing at the front desk. “hello?” you friend tapped the bells and a boy came scurrying out.

“hello, welcome to our day spa, do you both have a appointment?” he said. “yes we do its under (f/l/n).” he typed down on the computer, your friend turned to you mouthing ‘he’s cute’ to which you shook your head at her antics.

“oh here it is.” He laughed after struggling to find it. “which one of you is scheduled for felix and which one of you is scheduled for changbin?” you turned to your friend. “does it matter?” she nodded. “changbin is much muscular and he hits all the right places “ you furrowed your eye brows. “you seem to know a lot about this place.”

“if I may?” the man in front of you said. “felix is very good too, he’s the most popular here, everyone always asks for him.” You nod, well if he’s good that’s all that matters, anyway a massage is a massage. “okay.”

He guided you both to two different rooms. “you can go in there and you there, they both should be here soon so you can get undressed and wait.” He walked away. “undressed?” you turned to your friend. “yeah you have to fully be undressed.” She said. “is that why you told me to shave?” she winked, walking into her room shutting the door. “crazy.” You walked into your room closing the door.

You stripped down to your underwear, taking the towel, wrapping it around your waist, pulling your panties down your leg, sitting them down on your pile of clothes — just as the door opened, making you jump, covering your chest. “oh im sorry I thought you’d be laying down already.” He said. “its okay.” You said. “I was just finishing up.”

“well you can lay down now and we can start.” He dimmed the lights. “I can light candles if you want.” You smiled, nodding. “thank you.” You laid down, your boobs hitting the cold leather, making you hiss at the sensation. “you okay?” felix finished lightning the last candle. “y-yes im fine.” You felt your face heat up that he heard that noise. “okay we can get started now.”

You rested your head on your arms; you felt a warm liquid hit your back, making you flinch. “is it too hot?” you shook your head. “just shocked me a little.” You heard him chuckle. “don’t be scared, its just eucalyptus and peppermint oil.” He explained, you felt him rubbing it along your back, you sighed at his touch. “it helps with inflammation and pain.”

The boy in the front was right; he was a godsend with his hands, it’s like he knew you like the back of his hand, hitting all the right places, your body slowly began to relax. “you seem so tense, do you work a lot?” he asked. You hummed. “its not good to work like that, too much stress can cause a lot of knots and that causes pain.” He pressed down on one spot that made your eyes shoot open; a low whimper coming out of your mouth.

“oh , im sorry.” You cursed at yourself, embarrassed at how it just slipped out. “that’s good, it means I’m doing a good job.” He said. “don’t be embarrassed.” He said in a low soft tone, his deep voice sending a wave of arousal in your gut. “let out all the noises you want.”

His hands moved to your side, rubbing them gently; making his way up to the side of your boobs. “is this okay?” you hummed, pretty sure at this point you’d let him do whatever he wanted as long as he kept talking to you like that.

His hands rubbed the sides of your bust gently, you bit your lip to contain any noises that tried to force their way out. “you don’t have to hide them.” He said. “I want to hear them.” You couldn’t for the life of you wrap your head around why this stranger has such an effect on you; but you didn’t stop the next noise that came out of your mouth. “fu-fuck.”

He worked down your back, right above your ass, where the towel covered, pressing down. “its seems really tense here.” He pressed down harder, you whimpered. He worked down to your legs, pushing the towel to sit right above your thighs. He poured some more warm oil on your legs, rubbing your calves, making his way up to your thighs — dangerously close to your bare bottom.

Felix never would’ve done this with another client; he would’ve stopped right at your back — but he couldn’t help it, you were making so much noise and he had to admit; it was turning him on, a lot — and he wanted to see how far he could go.

His hands were entering dangerous territory as he rubbed the in of your thighs, you could feel the heat of his fingers on your cunt, he could easily touch it if he wanted — and you really wanted him to.

It’s like he read your mind cause his next words made your heart race. “if you want me to touch you, you have to say something.” He said. “I wont do anything you don’t want me to.” He said. “i-I want you to.” You said breathlessly. “then turn around.”

You turned on your back, his hands work all the back up to your boobs, gently cupping them; you let out a soft moan. “let me hear you.” He pinched your bud, your back arched up; giving him the leeway to undo the towel, your bare cunt for him to see — thank god you shaved. “so pretty.” His hands travel down to your pussy, lightly touching it. “pl-please.”

“you want me to touch you?” you nodding. “ye-yes.” He smiled, his hand spreading your legs; fingers grazing your clit. “good you used your words.” He rubbed your clit, spreading your folds. “such a pretty cunt.” He whispered. “so soft.” He pushed a finger inside of you. “so wet.” He moved his fingers in and out of you, curling the to hit that gummy spot inside of you. “you gonna cum, I can feel you clenching.” He used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. “you can cum.”

And just like that you were on his finger, moaning out loud. “so loud.” he sat on the massage table in front of your breathless naked body. “I want to hear more.” He kissed your neck, climbing on top of your body to leave little kisses down the valley of your breath, taking a nipple into his mouth as he sat on his knees in between your legs, his hard cock evident as he pressed it against your cunt.

“sh-shit.” You moaned as he grinding his hips against you, sucking on your nipples. “pl-please fuck me.” That was all he needed, before he undid his pants freeing his hard cock. “you sure you want to do this?” he said. “im a stranger and — I want this, please.” You needed this, you needed him to fuck you. “please fuck me.”

He pressed his tip against your cunt, pushing himself inside of you. “oh fuck you’re so tight.” He slowly worked himself in and out of you. “you need to relax, you’re so tense I can barely -fuck- I can barely move inside of you.” You whined as he used the pad of his thumb to rub your bud. “that’s it.” He sighed. “open up for me.”

He moved his hips fluidity, his cock hitting all the spots your vibrator just didn’t. “fe-felix.” His name flowing right out of your mouth as he worked his way in and out of you. “fe-feels so good.” He moved faster, you felt your orgasm approaching. “im gonna cum.” Your voice was shaky as your clenched tightly around him.

“fuck me too.” He grunted, he moving faster. “felix im cumming.” You gasped, the knot in your stomach snapping as you came. “shit you’re too tight.” He moaned, his orgasm approaching quickly. “shit.” He pulled out as fast as he could, cumming all over your cunt. “fuck.”

“one more.” He said, his face near your cunt. “I want to give you one more.” He licked your folds, the taste of your cunt and his cum on his tongue was dizzying. “fu-fuck.” You were feeling overstimulated at the point, but you still felt your third orgasm approaching fast. “oh fuck.” You gasped. “fuck im gonna cum!” thinking he was gonna move away, but he didn’t he stayed there drinking up all you have to offer. “fe-felix.” You had to push his head away to keep him from going on.

He pulled away, wiping his mouth; your body was fully relaxed by now; the service time was probably long over. “shit my boss is gonna kill me.” He quickly redressed himself, helping you get dressed. “that sounded harsh, I really liked it.” He said, you laughed, pulling your shirt down. “I understand, my friend has probably called me a thousand times.” You pulled out your phone, and believe it or not there were no phone calls from her, but two text messages.

(friends name)🩷| I told you you’d like him…

(friends name)🩷| have fun girl, I’ll wait in the car😉

Your face burned with embarrassment. “I would like to see you again.” He said. “me-me?” he nodded. “yes, if that’s okay.” You nodded. “I would love to see you again.” He smiled, as you gave him your number. “lets see each other soon.” He nodded. “is the weekend coming up okay?” he wanted to see you as soon as he could — he needed to. “We can get dinner and maybe see a movie.” He moved closer to you, caging you against the bed a smirk on his face.

“and I can give you a even better happy ending than today, only if you’re good though.”

©️LUVYENI

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lottes-little-place · 3 months

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That took a little longer than the anticipated "few more days", sorry for that! Started over twice, spent hours on the flowers (graphic design is no longer my passion) and the mirror is only half finished but these were done so I'll just do two separate posts. Without further ado:

The Simple Washer from Kountry Pipes in seven Cluedo Woods and ten Cluedo Colors. Towels are also recolored in all ten colors. As usual (I should start a tag for these!) I've also made some recolors with flowers on them, matching my earlier recolors of the Cowpoke Stove, Blue Ribbon Countertop counters/A Less Threatening Rack and The Refreshing Commode from McKraken Industries. I've also increased the texture size from 256x256 to 512x512 because the flowers were very blurry (and couldn't get the textures right on the smaller size afterwards but that's another story).

Dirty states for everything included!

Also as usual an option for a file to replace the default colors. Look at the second picture to see which color replaces what. I've also replaced the towel colors (not pictured), with blue, green, peach and white.

(I'm trying to stay consistent between the sets in what replaces what but I took a little liberty in replacing the mint towel with green instead of grey like the mint color in my Cowpoke Stove default because I didn't want both a grey and white towel as default. I'm sure nobody cares.😁)

Credits: @shastakiss (textures and colors) and 0melapics (floral designs)

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 months

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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 7

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, bit of smut.

Word Count: 4,813

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: Chapter 7 has arrived. 😊 I hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much to everyone who has been reading, liking, commenting and reblogging this series! It means SO much! ❤️

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Three and a half weeks later

“And these would be beside every tent?” Dean asked Brandy as he looked at the rough drawings she’d made of her latest idea.

She nodded. “Yeah, on the West side of every tent. It would mean families don’t have to come to Food Storage every few days for more rations, and once the deep snow comes that’s gonna be a huge benefit for folks. Plus it’s easier for people to plan ahead and stretch their food if they have two weeks worth of rations sitting outside their tent. I mean, it won’t work once spring comes, but that’s a problem for spring.”

Dean nodded. He looked at their builders, the group of half a dozen survivors that were tasked with providing new buildings and necessities as the camp required. They’d built the sheds earlier in the year, the chicken coop last summer and were currently finishing up a small barn for the cow.

“Is this gonna interfere with completing the barn?” He asked, nodding at Brandy’s drawings.

One of the women, he was pretty sure her name was Vanessa, shook her head. “No, we’ll be finished with the barn in a couple of days, and be able to get Lily settled for the winter all snug, and then move on to the food sheds.” She looked at the drawing again and shrugged. “They’re small enough that we should be able to get them all done within a few weeks?”

She looked to the rest of the builders who nodded their agreement.

Dean frowned. “Lily?”

Vanessa grinned. “Yeah, sorry that’s what the kids have dubbed our little cow. Y/N has them going to visit her once a week so Ralph can teach them about farming.” She said, referring to the old farmer who had helped to plant the winter vegetables.

Dean felt his stomach twist as it always did when someone brought up her name. But he just nodded. “Okay, good. Get started on the food sheds as soon as you’re able. The deep snow is gonna come in the next couple weeks. It’d be good to have them all done by then.”

They all gave a chorus of “Okay, Boss” or “Sure thing Boss” as they nodded and took their leave. They wrapped their scarves tight and pulled on their mittens. The deep snow may not have come yet, but the ground was layered in white, and winter was sharp and stinging in the late November air.

Brandy gathered up her drawings and was headed out when Dean called her back.

“Brandy?”

She turned back to him, an eyebrow raised in question. They'd never discussed their meeting in the cabin with Y/N, but he'd noticed a slightly colder demeanor from her lately.

And he knew why, of course.

Brandy had been one of the original dozen survivors who had built the camp together. She'd been an incredible asset from the beginning, and they probably wouldn't have survived without her planning and strategies for running the camp. He and the soldiers may have kept the survivors alive, but Brandy kept them living by organizing and planning for their food and shelter. She was an invaluable member of the camp.

But three weeks ago he'd treated her like a servant meant to do his bidding. He knew he owed her an apology, but it had been so long since he'd apologized for anything that it stuck in his throat.

Now she contemplated him, waiting for him to speak, and he just nodded. He pointed towards her drawings.

“This is a good idea.” He cleared his throat. “So, thanks.”

Brandy stared a moment longer before a small smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. She nodded.

“No problem, Boss. That's what we're all here for, right?”

Dean just nodded and she lifted her scarf over her face and left the big cabin where Dean conducted most of his business these days, since it was warmer than his tent and could fit more people.

As he ran a hand over his face, the door opened again and most of his soldiers tromped inside. They were there to talk about security and possible threats, but Dean immediately looked at Johnston.

“Hey, did you tell her I want to see her?”

The thin man nodded vigorously. “Yes sir. I told her yesterday. Has…has she not come to see you yet?” He looked around the room as though Y/N might be hiding somewhere.

Dean shook his head. “No, she hasn't.” He pointed towards the door. “So why don't you go get her and tell her I expect to see her now.”

Johnston looked wary and as though he definitely didn't want to follow that order. But when Dean just stared him down, he turned and left quickly.

The rest of his soldiers began giving their reports about any problems they were having at the outposts, like equipment that needed repair or items that needed replenishing. But Dean was only half listening; his gaze kept straying to the door, waiting for Y/N to show.

Ten minutes later, Patrick was briefing him and Dean tried to focus on what he was saying.

“Williams has seen the group twice now, but -” Patrick cut himself off as Y/N and Johnston pushed through the door.

Y/N smiled at the soldiers as she came in. “Sorry to interrupt, but apparently I was summoned.”

She cut her glance to Dean and her smile turned brittle.

“I was told you needed to see me.”

“Yeah, since yesterday.” Dean responded, hardening his voice in an attempt to not seem desperate, especially in front of his soldiers.

“Sorry. Busy.” Was Y/N's curt reply. “What do you need?”

Dean took a deep breath. “I just wanted to know how you're -” he altered his words, “your school, or, uh, the school was going?”

Y/N paused for a moment before answering with a shrug.

“Fine.”

When it was clear that was all she was going to say, Dean scowled at her. “You wanna elaborate on that?”

She raised her chin a fraction. “Oh, I'm sorry, Boss, I don’t have anything else to say right now, but I’ll be sure to write out a full report for next week.”

Her eyes shot daggers that found their mark, bringing a pain to his chest that he felt a lot these days. He’d thought it might go away if he could talk to her, see her, but it was just worse with her there.

He shook his head. “That won't be necessary.” He said quietly.

“Anything else then, Sir?”

He'd never hated that moniker more. “No, that's it.”

She spun on her heel and walked out of the cabin. Silence reigned when she left. Dean waved at everyone else. “We'll finish this another time.” When they didn't immediately move, he made his voice a bit sharper.

“Dismissed.”

That got them moving and they all shuffled their way out the door - all except Risa. She closed the door behind her fellow soldiers and then turned back to face Dean.

He caught her eye and lifted his hands. “What?”

She shook her head slowly. “You're such an idiot.”

Dean dropped his hands and raised an eyebrow. “Wanna try that again?”

Risa shook her head as she walked back to him. “No, I said what I said.”

Dean gave her a look of annoyance as she reached him and leaned one hip on the table where he stood. She raised her hand to his cheek, her countenance softening.

“I really wanted to be the one.”

Dean scowled in confusion. “The one what?”

Risa pushed her fingers through his short hair. “The one to make you smile.” There was a long pause between them and Dean had no idea how to respond to that. She shook her head and stood up straight, dropping her hand. “But, it was obviously meant to be her.”

Dean scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You know I'm talking about Y/N.”

He gave a short burst of sarcastic, humorless laughter. “Yeah, right. You think Y/N's gonna make me smile? I've done nothing but pull my hair out since she got here, so ..” He trailed off and looked away from Risa's knowing gaze.

Risa nodded. “Yeah, cause you're an idiot.” She reiterated.

When he looked back at her, Risa was smiling softly and wistfully. “Apologize to her, idiot. Try to get back what you've nearly lost. She's pissed, don't get me wrong, it might take some real groveling on your part but,” she nodded, “she has a very kind heart, so she might forgive you. It's definitely worth a try.”

Dean stared at her for a moment before he looked down at the ground, conceding the truth in her words. “I don't know how to do it.”

Risa gave a gentle laugh. “You're a smart guy. Bet you'll figure it out.”

She put her hand on his cheek again, resting the other on his chest as she stood on tiptoe to reach his lips. She placed a light, lingering kiss there and then pulled away.

“Goodbye, Dean.”

Dean felt a jolt of worry at the farewell. “You’re leaving? Am I losing a soldier?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, the soldier is staying. I'm saying goodbye to the woman I wanted to be for you. And the man that she…cared about a lot. I hope he lets himself be happy.”

Dean frowned, feeling the weight of her goodbye, with all of its disappointed hopes.

“Goodbye Risa.” He said, and knowing it wasn't enough, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips, light and brief. “Thank you…for being the woman you are.”

He thought he saw a glimmer of moisture in her eye, but she blinked it away quickly and pulled out from under his hands. She moved to the door in a few strides and, with one last smile thrown over her shoulder, she walked away.

***

That afternoon as the winter sun headed into the west, Dean made the decision to go talk to Y/N. This was ridiculous. They were a camp of less than 150 people, continuing to try and avoid each other was impractical.

He'd just go tell her that.

He walked to the school because she was usually still there this time of day. But when he got there, the schoolroom was empty. He looked around the space that he hadn't seen in over a month and had to shake his head.

What had been a cold empty shed not even three months ago was now a warm, inviting, cozy space. She'd had a little camp stove installed, and on the Northern wall, replacing the fall leaves that had been there, was a giant, beautifully sewn quilt. He recognized it as the same design as the one that hung in the big cabin.

Hannah, who was Ralph-the-farmer's wife, had made it out of old scraps of material. It took a long time to gather enough scraps for a whole quilt so he knew this quilt probably took her months of hard work. But of course she'd gifted it to Y/N and the school. That's what Y/N brought out in people - hard work and generosity.

The small wooden table in the room had four chairs around it now and he wondered where she'd snagged the other two chairs.

The kids’ blanket seating had been enhanced slightly with the addition of a few pillows, and on the western wall, beside the old map, two long, weathered planks of wood had been nailed in place to serve as bookshelves. The books he'd brought back had been placed lovingly on the shelves, not a single corner bent on any of them.

He sighed at the changes and felt a warmth flare to life in his heart. Y/N did this too - seeming to warm the spaces around her without trying.

He walked out of the schoolroom and was just starting to walk back to his tent when he heard high pitched giggles coming from the side of the school just seconds before three small bodies hurtled forward, chasing and grabbing on to one another - Emma and her two little friends. He couldn't remember their names.

When they all saw him, the laughter fell away and Emma's eyes got wide, fear and suspicion filling them instantly. It felt like a punch when he remembered the way she'd climbed up on the chair beside him that one time, shy acceptance in her expression as she asked him to read to her.

He hated that she was so scared of him; he had to try and fix that much, at least.

“Hi girls.” He said in what he hoped was a friendly sounding voice. Emma's friends nodded and waved at him slightly. But Emma stayed on high alert.

He looked at her two friends. “I need to talk to Emma, so you girls head on home now.”

They looked to Emma who looked more scared than ever. But she whispered goodbye to them and they ran off.

Dean got a bit closer to her and went down on his haunches. He took a second to think what to say to her.

“You know, you don't have to be scared of me.”

“I'm not.” Emma said quickly while her big blue eyes were shrouded in fear.

Dean nodded. “Okay, good because…” He struggled to find the words that would help. “Cause I thought maybe I scared you a bit before. When I, uh, needed to talk to your mom alone.”

Emma nodded, the suspicion growing in her gaze. “When you were mad at Mommy.”

Dean shook his head. “No, I wasn't mad.”

Emma gave him a look that said she didn't believe him and he conceded with a nod.

“Okay, I was a little…upset, but I was just…confused. Eventually everything got figured out.”

She didn't say anything, clearly still highly skeptical.

Dean took a deep breath and decided to just go for it. “Anyway, I didn't mean to scare you and I'm…sorry about it.” He cleared his throat. “And I promise not to scare you like that again. Okay?”

Emma stared at him for a long time and he kept hold of her earnest blue gaze throughout her scrutiny. Slowly a smile spread across her face.

“Okay.” She said, accepting him at his word. “Then can you come over again for supper tonight? I can read a bunch of words now, mommy taught me in the books. So, I could help you read the story this time.”

Dean shook his head at the speedy ways of forgiveness in a child's heart, and for the first time in more years than he could remember, a small smile turned up one side of his mouth.

He reached out to pat her cold cheek. “I'm not sure, kiddo. We'll have to wait and see.” Emma was about to argue the point but Dean stood up. “Now it's gonna be dark soon and it's way too cold for you to be out here without a scarf. Don't you have one?” He asked.

Emma nodded. “Yeah, but I don't like it. It itches.”

Dean hummed. “Ah, yeah wool does that sometimes.” He unwound his own scarf from around his neck.

“Here, I'll trade you.” He said as he wound the polyester scarf around her neck and up over her cheeks. “Now, you head home.”

Emma's eyes were bright and happy above her new scarf as she danced away, skipping through the light snow that blanketed the ground.

He watched her go for a moment before turning back to head home himself. But he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Y/N standing in the path with an arm full of wood. Silence reigned for nearly a full minute. Finally he reached forward to take the wood, but Y/N shook her head.

“No, I’m fine.” She nodded toward the school. “Just stocking up for tomorrow.”

“Right.”

More silence. Y/N’s voice was quiet when she finally spoke. “Thank you for the scarf. It’s been impossible to get her to wear one.”

He nodded and then realized something. “How long were you standing there?”

Y/N took a deep breath, answering on an exhale. “Since just before you promised my daughter not to scare the shit out of her again.”

Dean nodded and closed his eyes. “So, basically the whole time.”

“Yeah, basically.” She took a beat pause. “Thank you for that.”

Dean nodded. She walked towards the school again but before she could close the door and shut him out, Dean called to her, knowing his voice sounded desperate.

“I needed to believe it.”

Y/N turned in the doorway, a frown on her face. “Needed to believe what?”

He took a step closer, feeling choked by all the words he wanted to say that wouldn’t form properly in his mind. Y/N stared at him for a moment more before huffing slightly and walking into the schoolroom. He followed her inside, closing the door against the wind as she dropped the pile of wood into a metal bucket by the stove.

When she turned back to face him, she was scowling. “Dean, I don’t know what you want here. What do you want me to say?”

He shook his head. He didn’t want her to say anything. He wanted to say things, so many things. “No, nothing.” He croaked out.

She crossed her arms over her chest, bunching up her too big jacket. “Then what are you doing here?”

He took deep breaths in through his nose, pushing the words out through a closed throat. “I needed to believe it.” He said again, quieter this time.

“Believe what?” Y/N asked in frustration.

He stepped close to her and she took a step back before refusing to retreat. He gazed at her and wished more than anything that she really could just see inside his head so he wouldn’t have to try and get it out.

But he looked at the ground quickly and then back at her. His breathing was slightly labored and his voice was thin as he spoke. “You’re so dangerous to me, Y/N.”

He knew he said the wrong words when her forehead wrinkled into a deep frown and she nodded. “Because - I’m a psychic monster? Or because I’m a croat? Why exactly am I dangerous this time?”

“Because you’re you.” Dean answered loudly, speaking over the end of her question. He sighed in frustration; he was getting all of this wrong. He looked up to the heavens, as though they could possibly help him, and tried again, speaking softer.

“I needed to believe that you could control my mind or my…my feelings because…” He trailed off and looked at Y/N hoping she’d just know what he was saying and finish the sentence for him. But she was still just frowning in confusion.

“Because,” he continued, “my feelings when I'm around you are…dangerous. For me, I mean, they’re dangerous. Y/N I can’t…” He shook his head. “The way you look at the world? And the way you change how I see it too? It’s so fucking dangerous.”

He waved his hand, trying to encompass everything. “This world is ugly and shitty, and fucking ended! We literally lived through the end of the world, and now all that’s left is this - this dark, violent, bullshit reality.”

He shook his head and his voice was filled with awe. “Yet somehow you move through it like this,” again he struggled for the words to describe her, “like some kind of lighthouse, like a refuge for every cold, lost thing. And I - “

He cut himself off, not sure he was making any sense. But Y/N had stopped frowning and was now just contemplating him.

He shrugged. “And when I’m around you, I feel warmer than I’ve felt in years, brighter.” He shook his head and moved away from her, embarrassed by his confession and knowing he wasn't saying it right.

He stared at the map as he spoke. “So, I needed to believe that the feelings weren’t real, that you’d just forced me to feel that way. Because if the feelings and thoughts you bring out of me are real?” His shoulders slumped. “God, I’m so fucked.”

He felt Y/N come up to stand just behind him on his right, but he stayed staring at the map as she spoke.

“Why? What’s so dangerous about warmth and light?”

His voice was barely audible as he answered slowly. “Because they bring hope. And hope is a lie. It’s a lie I believed for a long time, a lie I clung to. The lie of possibilities, of family, of good conquering evil. And when the lie was revealed and the world fell apart, the truth almost killed me.”

After a moment he turned to face her and felt his heart skip as he saw her expression of sadness and the tears that sparkled in her eyes, even in the growing dusk.

He lifted a hand to cup her cheek and thumbed away a tear as it fell over her bottom lashes. “And Y/N, if I allow myself to hope again, and it gets crushed by the world again…” He shook his head. “I won’t survive it, I know I won’t.”

He took a step closer to her and felt her warmth penetrating his cold bones. She grabbed his free hand and held it in both of hers as he dropped his other hand from her cheek.

“Or…” she said, her voice filled with conviction, “or we can both hope, both fight, and both win. Even if we never get big wins, the little ones still count. And they add up. Every day we’re here alive is a win. Every time we smile at someone and they smile back is a win. Every time the sun shines so bright you have to close your eyes, every time we hear Emma giggle, every time our stomachs are full, every time we do something to make our home here better - every small thing adds up to big wins.”

Dean shook his head. He knew that trying to resist the pull of her light and life was pointless; she’d been pulling him out of the dark, and changing his plans since the moment she’d come into his life.

He used their connected hands to pull her tight against him and watched heat enter her beautiful, red-ringed eyes.

He bent his head, but before his lips touched hers, he whispered words that came much easier now. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. For all of it. I’m so sorry.”

Another tear fell down her cheek and she smiled and bit her lip. “If I say you’re forgiven will you kiss me?”

He pretended to mull it over and then nodded. “Yes, I think that’s fair.”

In the dusky twilight around them he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers; his arms tightened around her as she moaned softly.

He was definitely counting that sound as a win.

***

Over the next month Dean resumed his dinners with Y/N, the difference being that he was there nearly every night, and he’d stopped pretending to himself that he didn’t relish every moment with her and Emma.

Over the evenings spent together, Emma had warmed more and more to him so that now she ran to meet him every time he walked through their tent flap, holding her arms up so he’d pick her up and toss her up into the air, catching her in a swooping motion as she came down. It made Y/N gasp every time, but Emma squealed with delight. He’d set her down and she’d grab his hand, nearly three times the size of hers, and pull him over to the table.

He’d take off his heavy canvas jacket within the relative warmth of the tent, and drape it over Emma’s shoulders, making her giggle as she drowned inside it.

They’d sit around the table and share the day's events, though Emma usually did the majority of the talking. It always brought a mixture of feelings when he listened to her bubbly, excited stories. It made him happy and terrified at the same time. She was so precious he couldn’t help but smile, an expression that was becoming easier for him as the days went by. But also, his chest felt tight and he could feel terror creep in as the darkness whispered a warning, telling him that he couldn’t possibly keep her safe. He’d lose her, and Y/N too.

Sometimes that thought woke him from a deep sleep and made him shake and sweat. It was proving incredibly difficult to make all his fears go away. But as soon as he saw Y/N’s smile the next day, it felt easier.

In fact it was becoming increasingly difficult to go home at all, to leave her warm cozy tent and return to his dismal gray one. But they were trying to be careful and move slowly in deference to Emma. They didn’t want her to feel confused or unsure of things now that she finally seemed so at ease.

So they hid their kisses and their caresses until after Emma was sleeping, at which point they’d usually try and brave the cold long enough to enjoy some alone time, even if it was encumbered by bulky jackets and scarves. They never had enough time, but they’d managed slightly more satisfactory make out sessions in the empty school and in Dean’s tent. But they were always too rushed and things had to end too quickly.

Dean ached for her more and more every day.

One evening in mid December, the air was much milder than usual; the day had been unseasonably warm and the night held on to a trace of it. Dean had Y/N pressed up against the side of the thick canvas tent, sucking on the soft skin just below her ear. As her breath caught and she angled her head so that he had better access, he was practically vibrating with how badly he needed to feel her.

As he breathed into her mouth, he slowly unzipped her jeans, letting her tell him no if she wanted. But she just nodded and bit her lip.

He watched her face as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of the leggings she wore as an extra layer against the cold, and then down into her panties. He desperately tried to stifle the moan that wanted to escape as he felt how soaking wet she was for him.

“Goddamn.” He whispered roughly as he slid two fingers inside her, rubbing his thumb against her little bundle of nerves and making her bite harder into her lip to keep quiet. He decided to help her out and closed his mouth over hers, swallowing up her small moans.

He pushed in and out of her body, his cock hardening as she gripped his forearm where it disappeared into her pants while her cunt clenched tight around his fingers. He passed his fingers over her sweet spot a couple of times and she fell over the edge. She broke off their kiss to bury a scream in his neck, muffling it with his thick collar.

As she came down she clung to him, her hot breaths creating puffs of white in the cold air. She moved her hand to cup his hard on through his jeans and was just reaching for his zipper when they suddenly heard Cas’ voice inside the tent.

“Emma, where is your mother and Dean?”

Dean groaned. What the fuck? Y/N squeaked slightly and pulled her hand back, making him absolutely throb with need. He was gonna slaughter his best friend.

They were quickly righting their clothing when Emma's voice reached them, and it didn’t really sound like she’d been sleeping.

“They’re outside the tent, kissing each other.”

Y/N’s eyes got huge and round and Dean stifled a snorted laugh behind his palm while she slapped his bicep.

“It’s not funny. Jesus, we’re gonna traumatize her!” She said in a horrified whisper.

Suddenly Cas’ head poked around the side of the tent and he frowned. “Are you finished kissing?”

Y/N buried her head in Dean’s chest and Dean scowled at the angel. “Well, we sure as hell are now.”

Cas nodded, completely ignoring Dean’s frustration. “Good. You need to come inside. I have incredible news.”

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. “What news, Cas?”

The angel’s smile was surprising in its rarity and it made Dean raise an eyebrow.

“I know why Y/N isn’t a psychic.”

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belovedjeju · 4 months

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Hi there Bunny~

It's finally nice to see another writer who writes for SWF2 🥹. May I ask for a Fluffy Tatter X Fem reader imagine? Maybe something like reader gets into a minor accident? (If it's not too much to ask)

And Tatter take cares of you, just pretty much babies you.

-awisespirit 🍵

Omg hiii! I had a lot of fun with this one so thanks for the request bunny🫶🏿🫶🏿. I didn’t know what kinda accident you were referring to so I just took some creative liberties on that part 😁😁

Word count:~2.1k

Tw: Fluff, slightly suggestive but nothing you need to tilt your nose up at

Note: Any relation to any real person or place is purely coincidental and is not indicative of any real person’s personality or life.

You should get the award for the clumsiest bitch on Earth.

You’re currently laying on the floor, commiserating in your own misery. Why, you ask? Well, when you’re having the worst day of your life, laying on the floor is really the best thing to do.

First, you had prepared to go to campus to take your final exam for your least favorite class, Math, with your least favorite teacher, Kim Eun Soo, only to find out that it had started thirty minutes earlier, and you only had two hours left to take a 200 question exam.

Then, you get called in by your boss to come in to the shop at the last minute, because one of your coworkers quit and there was no one else to pick up the shift. On the way there, you wasted hot coffee all over your lap, and had to use one of the pants in the store, which is definitely “coming out of your paycheck”, according to your lovely boss. You then proceed to be berated by a customer for not having the size of pants she wanted, because you had taken the last pair just five minutes prior.

As you bowed in apology, your coworker was coming by with the grabber used to get clothes off of the higher racks, and it hit you in the back of the head when you were standing up, causing you to smack your head on the counter in front of you.

So, you proceeded to spend the rest of your shift with a raging headache and once that was done, you had to drive all the way back home with your dirty jeans that were making your car smell like old coffee.

You were so ready to lay down in bed and decompose silently, but of course, luck just wasn’t on your side, because as you entered your kitchen to fix yourself some water, the kitchen sink didn’t want to work.

You would turn it on and off, but nothing would come out, which was worrying because you didn’t feel like spending money to get it fixed, thirstiness be damned. Just when you were about to give up and go about your business, the spout suddenly burst, shooting water right in your face. You screamed as water rushed out, spilling all over the counter, the floor, and of course, you.

Thankfully, you were able to shut it off quickly, but as you were wiping off the counters, you ended up slipping, foot caving in and falling to the floor.

Which is how you got here, entire body hurting and just about the end of your rope.

“Should I just die,” you say, deadpan, as you stare up at the ceiling. Maybe this could be your new career, a stay-on-the-floor girlfriend while your partner goes out and makes money for the both of you.

You could just mold into the floor and Taeyoung can use you as a decoration piece for the living room or something.

That’s it! That’s what you’ll do instead of moving. Taeyoung would understand. Of course she will. If she loves you she will.

You faintly hear the sound of the door opening, and your girlfriend’s lovely voice as it rings throughout the air. Her voice is almost enough to make all of the pain of today go away. Almost.

“(Y/n), are you home?” She calls out, and you can hear the jingle of her keys as she sets them down.

“In here,” you answer, and you hear her footsteps as they get closer.

“Babe, where are you?” Her confused tone of voice makes you giggle a bit.

“Down here,” her head immediately comes around the corner as she spots you. “Careful, floor’s wet,” you warn as she cautiously steps closer.

Tatter takes in the wet floor and your disheveled state, bewilderment clear on her face. You’re completely soaked, hair in shambles and tired look in your eyes.

“What are you… what happened,” Taeyoung says, blonde hair framing her face as she looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“This is my new job. I’m going to become one with the floor so you can use me as a decoration piece for the living room,” you close your eyes and continue to lay there. “Human life isn’t for me, y’know? I wasn’t meant to be a part of actual society, so you’re just gonna have to take care of me from now on.” You say, body deflating even more.

“Okay…?” Is the only thing Taeyoung can say back to you, not knowing what to make out of this. “Do you want to tell me why, maybe?”

You only stay silent, feeling like if you talk about it then you’ll just end up crying.

“Do you want to maybe get off the floor, then?” You shake your head, staying where you are. Your girlfriend wasn’t having it though.

“Alright, get up,” Tatter says, grabbing your arm and pulling you up, only for you to hiss in pain.

Your body does actually hurt, all jokes aside. Taeyoung immediately drops you after hearing you protest, only for your body to hit the floor again, which is just… perfect.

“Oh shit, babe I’m so sorry,” Tatter panics, crouching down but not knowing where to touch you. “Fuck, is your head ok? Where does it hurt–”

Tatter cuts herself off when you start to sniffle, tears forming in your eyes.

“Shit, baby, I really didn’t mean it, ok! I was only trying to get you off the floor and,” Tatter rambles as she helps you sit up, and you immediately push your face into her chest, tears flowing freely as it all becomes too much.

You wrap your arms around Tatter, who immediately reciprocates the affection.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up, ok?” You say nothing, letting her try and move you, only for you to wince when you put pressure on your ankle. Tater notices immediately. “Is it your ankle, hun?” You just nod, only for you to gasp as Tatter picks you up with ease, carrying you to the bedroom as you look down at her in shock. “What,” she says, smiling cheekily at you, “why do you think I hit the gym so hard? It’s so I can carry you like a princess!” She bounces you in her arms, and loves the way you laugh, burying your face in her neck as it begins to heat up.

Tatter enters the bathroom and sits you on the edge of the tub, turning on the water after plugging it in. As you watch it fill up, Tatter adds soap to the water and swirls it around with her hand.

She puts your hair in a high bun and then proceeds to peel off your wet clothes, chucking them in a corner with a faux disgusted look on her face.

“There,” she says once all of them are removed, “Now you can relax properly.” She kisses you on the cheek and holds you hand as you get in the tub, warm water immediately soothing your sore skin. She turns off the tub, grabbing a rag to wash you off with. She runs the rag over your shoulders, your chest, your back, and your legs with care and tenderness, and it makes you want to cry. You let it all happen, body feeling heavier and heavier with each passing moment.

Tatter admires you as your eyes flutter shut. She admires your long neck as you tip your head back, the way your chest moves slowly up and down as you breathe so steadily. She admires the way the water glides over you, making your skin glisten in the light. She runs her hands from your shoulders to your chest, giving you a small kiss on your neck as well.

“My baby’s so pretty like this,” another kiss on your cheek, “so peaceful and relaxed,” her lips meet yours, slow and steady. She starts kneading your shoulders, eyes furrowed at the tension there. “Oh, this day must’ve been awful for you. You’re so stressed out…” Tatter watches you nod, leaning into her every touch. Her fingers meet the back of your neck, rubbing her thumbs into it gently. You sigh, craning your head forward.

“Taeyoung,” you whimper, hand reaching up to clasp hers. Your girlfriend grabs your hand and places a kiss on your palm, feeling your pulse beat through your wrist.

“My lovely girl,” she rubs your back in circles, kissing up your arm and on your shoulder. Her hands reach down, rubbing your waist and back up again. “You need a break,” she states, wiping off the soap from your body.

“Can you join me, please?” You ask, looking up at her with hazy eyes.

Taeyoung smiles, never one to deny you much. She strips in front of you, knowing that your eyes will never leave her body. Your hand reaches out to grab onto her hip, planting a kiss on her thigh. You scoot up to let her fit into the tub, and allow her to wrap her arms around you and pull you close to her. Tatter plants a bunch of kisses on your neck and shoulders, squeezing your sides again. You rub your hands up and down her thighs, humming softly.

Tatter tilts your head up, lips meeting yours in sweet bliss. The only sound that fills the bathroom is the sound of lips smacking against each other and the sound of bodies moving in the water, and it’s music to both of your ears.

You start panting into her mouth as Tatter’s hands roam your body, but Tatter pulls away all too soon. She nuzzles her nose into your cheek, cooing at you.

“Let’s just relax for now, ok? We’ll have time for that later,” she whispers into your lips, giving you one last peck before she starts to wash herself off, you helping a bit too.

After the tub is drained, Tatter sits you on the edge of the tub and dries you off first, drying each part of you individually. She wraps you in the towel, lets your hair down, and grabs a towel for herself as well.

“How’s your ankle, love?” She bends down and takes your right foot in her hand, thumb rubbing over your slightly swollen ankle. You huff at the contact.

“I’m sure it’ll be better in the morning. Just a little accident, that’s all,” you say, voice wavering. “Sink attacked me earlier.”

Tatter chuckles, placing a kiss to your ankle and lifting you into her arms once more. “Attacked you? How so?”

“Wouldn’t work when I tried to get something to drink earlier, sprayed me with water when I gave up,” she sets you down on the bed softly. “Then I proceeded to fall on the floor and hit my head for the second time today,” you watch as Tatter goes to grab some clothes for you both, two oversized shirts and underwear.

“What was the first?” Tatter says, walking back over to you.

“Coworker hit me in the head with a pole and I ended up hitting my head on the counter at work,” Tatter winces in response, imagining the scenario now. “No underwear for me?” You ask as she sits you up, putting your shirt on.

“Easier access for later,” she says cheekily, giving you a small wink. Your face heats up and you look away.

Tatter dresses herself, climbing into bed afterwards.

“And not to mention that my boss called me in at the last minute, and so I had to speed from my final –which I was late to–, and I wasted coffee on myself,” you rub at your thighs, happy you didn’t get any burns on you. Your poor jeans, though.

Tatter sighs, hugging you from the side. “Oh, my poor baby, the world had it out for you, I swear.” She kisses you on the cheek, hoping it’ll brighten your mood, which it does.

“I swear, Taeyoung, I must’ve had terrible karma in my past life. Simply terrible,” you pout, curling into her.

“Well, let’s hope you do enough good in this one to not be so unlucky next time,” she gives you a mischievous grin as she places more kisses on your cheeks and neck. “I know I can get a lot of good karma tonight,” she declares, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Oh,” you quirk an eyebrow at her, wrapping your arms around her neck once she leans over you. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

“By making you call for God all night long, of course,” she kisses you as you both giggle, you playfully tapping her on her shoulder.

“You’re so corny, baby,” you say through your giggles.

“I tell nothing but the truth. Now lay down and let me make you feel better, ok?” She says impatiently, and you do as you’re told, letting your girlfriend take care of you for the rest of the night.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Hey, I was wondering if you could write “prompt 45” with lesso please? We comfort her, Hurt, Angsty but happy ending? Love your writing! 💛

Heyyyy @grumblebee-93!! Awww thank you 💕I took this one in a sad, creative liberty direction… 😁 if you had something else in mind, you can always request a more detailed, tuned to your idea. I just immediately thought of this when you requested this prompt with those details…

Rescue Each Other ~Leonora Lesso x Fem Reader!Reader

New Reader at school, Lesso finding out Reader was abused at home. Lesso going psycho protective mode over reader.

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

#45. “I’d die for you.”

Warnings: angst, but of fluff, just sadness, physical abuse, implied emotional abuse, Lesso coming to the rescue

Just above 1k words

Enjoy… it’s sad…

“And the last order of business: the Readers for this year…”

Leonora drowned out the voice of Clarissa Dovey, the dean of good, during what she had decided was the most boring school meeting in her entire career. Clarissa had spent 2 hours gloating over her victory from last year. Two fucking hours!!

Then eventually came the new student shipment.

Leonora looked around for the Reader of the semester… and she found you… In a corner, eyeing everything… dressed in dark colors… with pounds of make up on…

She scoffed at the make up, it was enough to be considered an Ever… But something bugged her about you, the new Reader…

And not just that she was once in her place… no… something irked her about you… something was wrong…

Flash forward to the opening ceremonies, she scanned the crowd for you.

Leonora ignored all the festivities of the new semester trying to scan the crowd for you.

Not that she’d pay attention normally…

She finally found you, again in the corner, wearing baggy pants and long sleeves, and again pounds of makeup.

Her eyes bore into you, causing you to look around to see who was staring at you. Your eyes locked with the dean of evil, and you immediately looked away.

“Strange…” the dean muttered… Usually people cowered at her gaze, but you merely deflected…

She decided that she didn’t care enough and was just going to drop it.

Until you started having classes with her…

Lesso quickly figured out your style; baggy, long sleeved clothes with pounds of make up.

She had come to the conclusion that you were just insecure. And she thought that the uglification class would be a perfect way for her see if this was true…

She slipped into your first uglification class to observe…

She immediately noticed your posture. It was rigid, shaky. Not half as stable as when you were in her class. And you talked less. Matter of fact, you didn’t talk at all.

Leonora started to regret this idea…

Eventually, you were dunked into the uglification concoction… Leonora’s stomach churned with anticipation and need to know… Need to understand what it was about you…

But unlike most people… you didn’t develop warts or anything…

No, your makeup disappeared and large black and blue and green bruises appeared over your face… cuts developed around your cheek and neck…

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you rushed out of the classroom. Leonora watched all this in still a fog of confusion…

She decided that the make up had to go. If you were going to accept your true evil nature and she was going to finally understand what the hell made you so special, the make up was going to have to go…

Leonora made her way up to your dorm, swung the door open, and found you helplessly trying to cover up your face as tears streamed down from your eyes.

You just stared at the dean. And she just stared back.

Leonora didn’t know what to do… for once in her evil career, she didn’t know what to do…

And that’s when she noticed your clothes…

You were wearing only a tank and some shorts…

And your legs were had clusters of bruises and cuts on them… you arms were puffy red with cuts on them as well…

Leonora lost herself in that moment.

She roughly grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your seat and to her, “Who did this to you?!” She jeered.

It was unnatural… Ususally, Leonora rebelled in pain and discomfort, but this was something else…

“Who did this to you, Reader?!!” Lesso spat, her voice raising in volume.

Your lip quivered. Leonora saw fear flood your eyes. Not some fear of evil… but true deadly fear…

“No one… no one… please…” you whimpered.

“You’re lying.” Lesso gritted through her teeth, enraged at whoever made you this way.

it was unacceptable…

You slipped out of her grip, crying “No one! Leave me alone!” before running out of the room…

Leaving a stunned dean of evil…

She understood now… Boy, did she ever… And she swore she would make whoever hurt you pay…

But first she needed to find you…

Leonora broke from her trance and immediately began ransacking the castle. You were nowhere to be found.

Her heart rate was elevated, her breathing was sporadic… She had to find you…

She swung the castle doors open and rushed onto the bridge connecting the two castles.

If you weren’t in one, you had to be in the other.

She was desperate as she searched Hugh and low in the Ever castle. She would interrupt every goddamn class if she had to.

Eventually she made it to the library. And she heard a sniffle. She tore apart the room, shoving shelves out of the way, until she finally found you.

Cradled in the corner of the library, drenched in your own silent tears…

Leonora was furious at you and whoever did this. But something broke in her when she saw you like that.

All her hatred melted away, leaving her fear and odd feelings of protection. She said nothing.

Leonora just sat down next to you and opened herself for you. You hesitantly took her advances but needed up curled up in her lap, crying silently.

She just comforted you. Occasionally tucking a strand of your loose hair behind your ear.

Eventually you sat up with a hiccup. Your head was low, your eyes filled with a dark nothing.

Leonora cupped your face, placing her head against yours. It was as if you two were silently communicating what could never be said with words...

“Now you have me, love. No one will ever hurt you again.” Leonora whispered.

You whimpered in response.

She grabbed your chin, “Look at me.”

Your glossy, teary eyes met her fiery, protective ones.

“I will never let anything happen to you again. I’d kill for you. You don’t deserve all that you’ve endured.” Lesso harshly spoke.

None of this was regular behavior for Leonora, but something with you had triggered her… triggered her too much of her own past, perhaps…

As If, now she finally felt understood, herself… felt seen… through a dumb Reader… no, not dumb, just hurt…

“I’d die for you.” Lesso chocked out.

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dmagedgoods · 6 months

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A Deal Worth Taking

Here we finally go. I said I would write a story for this confession. And I did. 😁 Rating: Explicit Relationship: Raphael/Male Durge (my character Cian) Tags of importance: sub Raphael, orgasm denial, chastity device and chastity magic (by contract), bondage, bdsm themes, dirty talk, sex toys, blow jobs, prostate play, anal sex, Haarlep mention but they don’t make an appearance Summary: A short while after the game Raphael makes another quite explicit deal with his favorite client. And comes to regret it. Or does he?

((Cian is a Seldarine drow, a sorcerer with a conceited streak, hungry for knowledge and the power it holds, in his spare time a writer and poet.)) AO3 ~ The self-control of this devil was disastrous for a creature so utterly convinced of – and dependent on – his abilities as a master manipulator. Cian leaned closer to place a kiss on this angry, tight-lipped mouth. To his own surprise, Raphael kissed him back. It was not a patient kiss and did nothing to conceal his desire. Raphael kissed him as if to devour him, as if to regain some of the control he had taken from him, his lips moving in a sinful manner that sent burning pleasure through his veins. “See, that’s the core of the problem I’m talking about.” Cian grinned and put some distance between them again. “You will pay for your insolence, little mouse, you will pay for it direly.” He tested the strength of the ropes tying his wrists to the bedframe, but their enchantment would hold him in place. Cian was confident in the spell, and even if not, well, thanks to their newest contract, he had other means to enforce the cambion’s … cooperation. With the faintest smile, he hummed in agreement and rubbed his thumb softly over one of Raphael’s hardened nipples. Gods above – what an empty saying, the gods had no hand in this –, he was breathtaking, and intensely aware of that fact. The magical mirror he had conjured above the bed made sure he was able to admire himself, just the way he liked it, and the desperate state he was in. “You put your signature on the bottom line, my fiendish friend. For three days, you are mine – within the limitations we agreed on.” He knew well that Raphael had underestimated his creativity. And oh, he would find ways to punish him for the liberties he took right now, there was no question about it, so he would make sure the game was worth whatever he planned to inflict on him. “Picturesque.” He muttered. “Surely you didn’t lose your taste for fine art.” The devil’s magnificent horns rested on a soft pillow, thick enough to support the position, his enormous wings spread underneath his naked, crimson body which was bound to the luxurious bed by heavy iron around wrists and ankles like a glorious, sinister painting. Skillfully bound, heat-resistant ropes held his legs wide open, and all his most intimate parts accessible, and vulnerable. Cian smiled as he surveyed a detail he especially enjoyed: another well-shaped piece of metal – pure gold, not iron –, delicately ornate and yet cruel and unyielding, kept his cock from growing fully hard. The entwined bars left space to allow stimulation of the sensitive flesh and for the impressive length to fight against its restraints, but held it firmly enough to be noticeable at all times and quite uncomfortable in states of arousal. – States of arousal like the one he was in right now in this very moment. His hands – their pale white a stark contrast to the dark red – explored the masterpiece this devil was with open admiration, the sharp lines and ridged skin and tense muscles. His massive tail twitched, betraying his inner turmoil. “I want you to watch yourself break apart underneath my hands, Raphael, and watch closely: all the things this little mortal can do to you if he so desires.”

He felt the heat of his body rising under his touch in unrestrained rage. “You insolent little wretch, who do you think you are dealing with?”

Cian chuckled and lowered his lips to the pointed ear to speak with a low voice: “The devil I got to know a little too well.”

He brought his mouth to the sensitive skin of his neck and bit down not too gently, and smirked with satisfaction when Raphael gasped.

The shine of the near fire played on his chest, his abdomen and thighs, and he put enough distance between them to hold his gaze as he ran his hands over his body again, almost worshipping it with slow, smooth strokes, tantalizing, and enjoyed it a little too much when the devil’s hip twitched upwards while he gave intense attention to the sensitive inner sides of his thighs but none to his caged cock.

In his egomania and impatience, Raphael tended to lose his temper too readily, but for now there was little he could do to escape the sweet torture, serving to remind him how pleasure could hold on and last.

With a smile he reached for one of the toys, not the first one tonight, and covered it in warm oil before he pressed the tapered end to his hole.

“Stop boring me.”

Raphael seemed displeased about the new intrusion. Ignoring his protest, Cian pushed it firmly against the rim. His hole opened up around it and there was no way for him to stop him from slowly and steadily easing it into him.

The way he clenched tightly around its narrow end hinted that it rested inside of him in a way that didn’t feel so boring now.

When he touched it again, the magic it held sent soft vibrations through the toy grinding against the devil’s prostate.

Raphael’s lips – a tight line of anger before – now open in a soft gasp. Cian caught a glint of the diamond adorning his forked tongue. Hells, he would love to feel it scratch against his skin while the devil used his mouth to pleasure him … Well, maybe later.

The magic of the plug increased the vibrations and massaged Raphael’s prostate in ways that were hard to bear – as he knew from experience. He usually couldn’t take it for long before it made him give into a rough release.

Of course, Raphael had no such choice. The cage, more humbling adornment and agonizing reminder than flawless tool to actually prevent all sorts of unauthorized orgasms, worked so relentlessly well thanks to a little bonus in their contract. It was written in cold ink: his pretty devil wouldn’t find sexual relief for three days, at least not without his explicit permission, no matter the stimulation, no matter what he tried. Furthermore, he was compelled to obey his every command for the same duration. – Aside from those explicitly excluded in the document. Another interesting detail gave Raphael the power to end this little game at any given moment. But if he made use of this bonus stipulation before the three days were over, well, he didn’t have to pay either.

All the rest, the restraints, the toys, they only served to inflict a delicious sensation of utter helplessness he certainly wasn’t used to.

Raphael probably hadn’t expected him to take advantage of the chastity clause to the extent he did.

His cock twitched and Cian watched with undisguised amusement how he tried to move his bound hands in a pointless attempt to stroke himself, believing he was still the one in control of his cock.

“Touching it would not help you much, Raphael. I’m doing you a favor by keeping it out of reach for you. Imagine the humiliation of rubbing yourself, frantically, unable to stop, but to no avail at all.” He smirked and the devil’s mouth opened. But instead of spitting curses, he moaned pathetically when he raised the vibrations of the toy inside of him.

“On the other hand, you seem to enjoy the thought.”

Whatever words Raphael threw back at him were in Infernal and, unfortunately, he had neglected his lessons.

Pre-cum dribbled from his glans and he reached out to stroke it in slow, tender circles, spreading the wetness and making the cambion squirm in an attempt to escape the teasing touch. The reaction encouraged him to keep going.

“Does it tingle too much when I tease it? It’s weeping already.”

“You forget that you will be mine.” Raphael’s deep voice sounded breathless, heavy with arousal and embarrassment, and still he managed to give the words a threatening touch: “In a heartbeat from now.”

“A heartbeat? I would not call it that.” Cian continued his cruel ministrations. “One month of service for three days of control over you,” he repeated the core of their arrangement without the slightest hint of fear. Aside from the main stipulations, it also included countless clauses and constraints that forbade lasting harm and defined what was to be considered as such. – However, not a single paragraph against keeping the cambion bound to an overly comfortable bed and pleasuring him until he became a whimpering begging mess under his hands. “Worth it. I’m sure a devil like you has no idea how long three days can feel.”

“It’s barely a blink compared to the month ahead of y…ahh”

He thrusted upwards when he rubbed his cock more firmly through the cage and the stimulation, combined with the vibrations inside of him, brought him close to the sharp edge of an orgasm that wouldn’t come.

His tail lashed as he wiggled and tried to fuck himself on the plug without meeting the needed resistance. Raphael inhaled a sharp breath. His heavy balls clenched and the dark purple of his cock seemed more intense than usual between the unyielding golden bars. The build-up must have been more than he had ever experienced before, it looked deliciously uncomfortable, slightly painful, and he couldn’t resist. With another cruel smirk, Cian leaned in and licked the trapped, heated flesh. Raphael whined for him, and he took his caged cock into his mouth as wide as it fitted with the special jewelry around it, massaging the exposed parts with his tongue.

“Take it off!” The devil’s rage was palpable in the very air around them.

He ignored the harsh order and sucked more firmly, lapping at his glans with every upwards motion and taking in the bitter, salty note of his desperation, mixed with something strangely spicy and heavy, unique to the cambion. His cock felt hot against his tongue, even hotter than the rest of his body.

Cian’s hands stroked his muscular thighs while they strained against the restraints in Raphael’s fruitless attempts to close his legs and escape the agonizing edging.

But he was trapped. And he would experience every well-aimed stroke of his tongue, every teasing touch of his fingers and toys for as long as he decided.

The thrashing became stronger as if Raphael sought more stimulation despite the cruel tightness of his little cage. With a pleased little smile, Cian let his cock slip from his lips. It was wet from saliva and the now constant steam of clear precum.

“Remove this vile thing from me or I will make you regret it.”

“Manners, Raphael.” But he was willing to grant him a small mercy and free him from the cage. – For a little while. The lock reacted to the quadrangular ring he wore when he put it into the opening at the device’s side. Carefully, he removed the metal, and immediately Raphael’s erection grew to its full impressive length.

The devil let out a sigh of pleasure and relief and Cian captured his lips in another demanding kiss while he reached for the oil again, this time to coat his hands with it, wrap his right around his devil’s cock and rub it in slow, sensual motions. He could feel every delicious ridge against his palm, the more tender, silken skin near the tip, the tightly pulled back foreskin leaving the glans free and unprotected to his touch while he allowed his tongue to thrust into Raphael’s half-opened mouth, coaxing a moan from him and then another as he kissed him deeply in the rhythm of his strokes.

When he felt the cambion’s cock throb, hard, he removed his hand – and his lips as well.

Raphael looked positively miserable, his hair a mess of brown curls around his horns, his sharp-edged face glistening with sweat and tense in the agony he was unable to conceal, lines of discontent deep around his mouth and nose and a profound anger glowing in his bright eyes.

“Was that another edge?” Cian watched his length leak onto his abdomen and leave a sad little puddle. “It’s so swollen and constantly leaking, I can’t truly tell.”

“You impertinent little worm, don’t think for a second …”

“I allow you to cum,” he interrupted him. “You have my permission for exactly ten minutes. If you manage to get there.”

He put his hand back and started stroking him again, far more slowly now and so gently as to drive him insane.

Raphael moaned, then gritted his teeth to focus on the sensations.

Cian imagined the bright spike of an orgasm crawling from his tense stomach to his yearning cock, nearer and nearer, building steadily and so slowly it was sweet torture to reach it.

“Close …,” Raphael gasped, beginning to forget his pride. His hole clenched tightly around the toy while the wave of pleasure built with each of his tantalizing strokes.

Oh, Cian knew the feeling, those ripples of sharp sensation radiating throughout his body, that white hot tension pooling deep within. Raphael’s thighs were shaking now. Hells, he was incredible like this, entirely lost in sensation, robbed of all control.

And he had more for him.

Raphael’s body gave away that he was approaching orgasm any second now. He trembled, his full balls drawn close to his body, his hips met his strokes in little thrusts, and the sheer heat he radiated threatened to burn him. His attentive studies of his body’s reactions paid off. Those fierce sensations were right at their very peak when Cian brought the magical vibrations to a halt and pulled the toy out of him. At the same moment, he stopped his strokes and let go of the devil’s cock.

Raphael’s eyes widened. An anguished “No” slipped from his lips, then he groaned with helpless need. His body fought the restraints in earnest now, his cock twitched in cruel neglect. “Please!” It was the very first time he heard the proud cambion beg and the sudden little plea combined with the utter distress in his voice sent a hot jolt of arousal to his own groin.

Ah, if Raphael only knew. This little game cost him all the willpower he had. Cian was painfully hard since they had started. To witness him so defenseless, his beautiful body utterly vulnerable, all his, and the sweet torture he inflicted on him, aroused him direly and to a degree that made it hard not to give in and give the devil the relief he so urgently craved.

“Look at you, what a marvelous view you are …”

He wondered if he liked what he was forced to see in the mirror above him, the full extent of the shameful state he was in.

The cruel edge subsided and the devil was left stranded in sweltering need. Cian imagined his frustration, and how it was made worse by the fact of how good it would have felt, how explosive it could have been.

“Beg me for it, Raphael,” he said, the calmness of his tone a lie, but a convincing one. He would savor every confession, every helpless plea from his irresistible lips.

In the most casual of ways, he slipped two of his oily fingers in Raphael’s hole. He found his prostate with ease and massaged it with gentle, teasing circles.

Raphael looked at him, unable to hide the heavy, feverish desire and he felt him clench around him when the pressure built again. He got there terribly fast now and Cian had to slow down. “Ah, your sweet spot is quite sensitive after all the teasing, isn’t it? Does it feel nice to have it stroked? I might find myself of a mind to be more merciful if I hear you say it. What do you need? Tell me. Beg.”

“Please,” Raphael repeated, the hesitation making clear that the inner battle against his own pride still raged. His desperation, though, was gaining the upper hand: “Please grant me relief.” Cian stroked his prostate more firmly, encouraging his words, making him breathe harder and lose the tense stiffness he had been speaking with: “I need to come, keep touching me, hells, don’t stop … don’t … Nghhh.”

He pulled his hand free when he felt him getting closer to orgasm again. Precum oozed out of his cock with none of the pleasurable contractions or squirting he had begged for.

He chuckled. It was a dark, mocking sound. “Someone is quite the mess.” He met Raphael’s eyes in the mirror and his face showed the shame he had hoped for. “But you’ll have to learn to beg better than that to convince me. And I fear your ten minutes are over. You’ll just take what I give you now, without any relief at all – until I allow you another chance. If I allow you another chance.”

“You can’t be serious,” Raphael hissed.

Cian opened his pants. Unlike his devil, he was still fully dressed and didn’t truly plan to change the fact. Instead, he only freed his own eager cock from the restricting fabric, suppressed a relieved sound, and coated it in oil.

“Oh, you will find out that I can. And now be a good, obedient cambion and relax for me.”

Without further preparations, he brought himself into position and lined his length up with the slippery hole.

The ring of muscles easily gave way under the determined pressure. He was bigger than the plug had been but he wanted Raphael to feel the stretch. His little gasp and the tight grip of his ass around his cock showed him that he did.

It didn’t fail to overwhelm him when he pushed into the heat of his body and he let out a little sigh. Halfway in he held completely still for a moment to compose himself. The sensations radiated through his body and the intimacy of the act made his heart beat faster against his will. Throughout all of it, Raphael had not used his way out, had not rescinded their contract. Either he fiercely wanted to take revenge or he enjoyed it just as much as he did. – With a little luck both were true.

Nonetheless, Cian didn’t allow himself too much gentleness, not here and now. Raphael already tried to push himself upwards in raging arousal and to take his cock as deep as it would go. He placed his hands on his hips and held him in place while his tail moved back and forth with impatient turmoil.

Cian pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside the tempting heat, then pushed back in with vigor. They both moaned and he repeated the movement again and again – slowly building speed and a rhythm.

A gasp from the devil and the tight clenching of his insides told him when he found the right angle to rub his prostate with every well-aimed thrust.

Gradually, he increased his pace and fucked him with deep and hard vehemency, skillfully taking ownership of the devil’s body. He used his right hand to brace his position, his left found its way to his cock and enclosed it firmly, rubbing it without mercy as if to make him cum for him. Raphael’s muscles quivered with the sexual tension it created, nerve endings stimulated in all those hard-to-bear ways, no doubt: body and mind focused on the fullness inside of him, the utter control he had over him, the intense overstimulation of his most sensitive body parts and the imminent ecstasy of orgasmic release. Every time the cataclysmic sensations threatened to peak, the bounds of their contract stopped the relief he was seeking. He groaned under him, grunted, hips thrusting, tail swishing, cock jerking in his grip and helplessly dribbling over his hand.

He wasn’t able to stop himself, wasn’t able to hold still despite the agony – or because of it.

“You think I may change my mind?” Cian brought out, voice strained, “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you need it. Show me how you get off from my control over you, how you need me deep inside of you, how you yearn for me to possess you.”

Raphael was too far gone for an answer, delirious with lust, but met his movements with his own as hard as his restraints allowed, his moans pitching higher. Cian’s mind was filled with his voice, his heavy scent, the way he felt around his cock, and the magnificent view of his now so obedient body.

The silent, forced confession from his devil brought him close to his own release. Raphael’s burning eyes were no longer focused on his own predicament in the mirror, instead his infernal gaze locked with his, reaching for his soul in ways he should never allow with a creature as dangerous as this. But he was lost, he had been lost for a long time already, and willingly gave into it all, thrusting into him with relentless pleasure until his orgasm shot through him, erasing all his thoughts, and ripping his name from his throat.

“Raphael!”

The bliss that had overtaken him rushed through his every fiber and only subsided slowly. His thighs trembled with orgasmic aftershocks when he pulled out of him. His muscles felt heavy and he wanted to press against the heat of Raphael’s body for a while, kissing along his neck, breathing him, freeing him from his restraints and give him the relief he so urgently needed with his hands and mouth before finding himself enwrapped by his arms and wings. Ah, it was disgusting how soft he became after an orgasm.

Cian sorted out his clothes and closed his pants. Then he allowed himself to stroke a messy curl from Raphael’s damp forehead. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” he muttered.

The room smelled of sex, their sweat and Raphael’s perfume that was so much more domineering than his own.

Gods, to imagine the frustration his devil had to be in, his balls aching, his hole sour, cock ignored in its helpless, throbbing need while he lay there sweaty, a pool of his own precum on his abdomen and his cum leaking out of his ass.

“You can’t mean to leave me here for three days.” Raphael sounded much tamer than he knew him.

“I won’t.”

After all, he had to obey his commands; it didn’t truly matter if he freed him.

“But for a while longer. I need a break. And a bath. Maybe I’ll allow you one too after my return. Try to become soft enough we can put on your cage again.”

To make the task harder for him, he pushed the toy back into his hole where it gently vibrated with his magic. “For your entertainment. Better hope Haarlep won’t find you while I’m gone. They might get ideas too.”

Raphael’s jaw clenched in anger and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. While usually he preferred not to have the incubus around, the idea that they could come in and take advantage of this whole situation, brought a smirk to his lips. “You probably wouldn’t especially enjoy it to have them ride your cock while I’m not even around to maybe give you permission to cum,” he shared his thoughts with the distressed devil. His cock, though, twitched as if it were more interested in the idea than Raphael would ever admit.

Cian leaned in to place a chaste little kiss on his lips. Raphael didn’t try to escape his touch. “You know …,” he said, when he left the bed. “If you’d agree to continue this little game for ten years, I’d give you my soul.”

Raphael snorted. “You overestimate your value.”

Cian smirked. “Or maybe you are afraid that, after ten years of this, I would own yours.”

~ thank you so very much @dujour13 and @steampunkserpent for your amazing help and support! (@edisonstolemyheart I saw you wanted to be tagged if this story would happen.)

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amaretigris · 5 months

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So I saw the modern au one shot for Prince Eric that you made and I really liked it so I was wondering if you could do a part two to it. You can choose whether the one shot is still fully fluff or it’s half fluff and half smut either way whatever you choose I’ll be fine with it.

Yay! I'm so glad you liked it 😁 Here's part two. I took the liberty of making it smutty 😝 I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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Waves Part 2

WARNING: EXPLICIT | 1.7k words

The past 6 weeks with Eric have been a dream. You often found yourself smiling for no reason, both in and out of the pool. You were naturally focused but, lately, you’ve had to put more effort into your concentration. Your mind would freely wander to a prince of a man with dark curls and eyes that reflected the ocean. You didn’t mind being so smitten, as long as it didn’t affect your studies or your sport.

Finishing up in the locker room, you grabbed your bag and headed out. Waving at Flounder on the way to the door, you saw a familiar form leaned up against the doorframe. You immediately crossed your arms at his smug demeanor.

“Yes, Sebastian?” The roll of your eyes was apparent in your voice.

“Afternoon, girl. Where you runnin’ off to?”

“I finished practice early, so I was heading back to my dorm.”

Sebastian tsked.

“Hmm. If I recall, I’ve seen you around with one student in particular. What was his name again? You wouldn’t happen to be meeting him, would you?”

You were fully aware that Sebastian was trying to get a rise out of you.

“Sebastian, don’t play dumb. You know his name is Eric. And yes, we’ve been spending time together. Is that what you want? To hear me admit it?”

You watched as Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and pushed himself away from the door.

“Doesn’t hurt. Look, I’m just glad you’re happy. Let us know if that ever changes,” he said, motioning to Flounder and then back to himself.

You turned to look at him still sitting behind the desk as Flounder puffed up his chest.

“Yeah, that’s right. Just say the word, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, alright. Geez. I’m leaving now,” you announced as you threw your hand up to wave goodbye.

Finally getting back to your dorm, you threw your bag into the desk chair and plopped down on the edge of your bed. You pulled out your phone to text Eric that you were back from practice before setting your phone down on the nightstand and switching on your TV. Scrolling through the channels, you stopped on a nature documentary. The show held your attention for several minutes before you heard a quick knock at your door.

“Come in,” you shouted and watched the door open.

Eric’s bright eyes found yours. He was already smiling.

“Hey, how was practice?”

You shrugged.

“It was good, I guess. For some reason, I keep getting distracted,” you twisted your face to feign confusion.

Eric kicked off his shoes and sat beside you on the bed. He let out a chuckle and placed his hand delicately on your cheek, like he was admiring your face.

“Oh yeah? That’s unfortunate. I’ve been experiencing the same.”

“What should we do?”

This time you jutted out your bottom lip in a pout, watching Eric’s eyes flick down to it. His thumb lightly traced your bottom lip, pressing it down when his eyes shot back to yours.

“Nothing? I personally don’t mind being distracted by a mermaid princess, such as yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at Eric’s statement and saw a ghost of another smile come to his lips before he urgently pressed them to yours. You opened your mouth to let Eric explore. He was an excellent kisser now that he knew what you liked. You felt Eric’s hand slowly slip down to your neck, descend over your chest, and begin toying with the waistband of your jeans.

In the past 6 weeks, this was as far as the two of you had gotten, with hungry kisses and longing touches. You decided then and there that you were ready for more. Still enjoying the kiss, you slowly lowered your hand down to unbutton your jeans. The movement made Eric pull away and look down.

His cheeks were turning red as he saw what you’d done. His eyes flicked back to yours and he licked his lips nervously.

“A-Are you sure, (Y/N)? We don’t have to. I don’t want to pressure you.”

His eyes kept darting around the space then returning to you. You thought it was cute that he was so fidgety.

Grabbing his chin and locking eyes with him, you spoke clearly.

“Eric, I’m ready for this if you are.”

Eric’s warm blue eyes bounced between your (e/c) ones, and you saw him take in a definitive breath before nodding.

“Okay,” he practically whispered.

You flashed him a bright smile before you continued your assault on his lips. You grabbed Eric’s forearms and pulled them to lay him down on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His weight felt good above you. Comforting in a way. You playfully nipped and sucked on Eric’s bottom lip and the two of you burst into a fit of laughs.

Moving your hands down again, you pushed your pants down as far as you could and shimmied them down the rest of the way. Eric stared at your pink underwear for a long moment before he returned his attention to your face. Seconds later, you heard his button and zipper come undone. Kicking his pants off, he threw them to the floor.

This time when his lips returned to yours, they were fervent. Guiding your arms above your head and gently tracing your skin, Eric worked your shirt up before he pulled it over your head for you. You grabbed his neck and kissed him hard. Letting your hands rub down his chest, you slipped one into his shirt. The delicious peaks and crevices of his abs made your mouth water. You quickly worked his shirt up and over his head as well, laying back to take in the full view.

You bit your lip and smiled when your eyes wandered up to Eric’s again. He chuckled at your expression.

“Like what you see?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You vehemently nodded, looking down to the tent in his boxers.

“Mm, I like it very much.”

You licked your lips before they rejoined his.

You felt Eric’s fingers slide under the band of your panties. You could feel his hand shaking as it brushed over your mound, and slowly, slowly worked its way down to feel your wetness. Eric gasped into the kiss and looked down at his hand.

You confidently grinned.

“You make me this excited, Eric. I can’t wait to show you just how much.”

Eric’s eyes concentrated on your face as he experimented with his fingers, slowly working one into your throbbing core. It was your turn to gasp and Eric almost pulled his digit out, but you caught his arm.

“Don’t you dare stop,” you purred.

Eric’s eyebrows furrowed as his finger ventured back in, eventually finding a rhythm that had you panting.

“Can I add another, (Y/N)?”

You excitedly nodded your head, closing your eyes to savor the bliss of another finger entering you. You moaned at the feeling. Regaining his rhythm, Eric pumped his fingers in and out of you. He was watching your face the whole time to judge your reactions. Slowly working you to your peak, Eric heard your moaning increasing in volume and frequency. That had to be good, right?

Before you were fully aware how close you were to cumming, you were falling over the edge. Eric worked his fingers in and out at a steady pace, riding out the waves of your high for as long as he could. The sight before him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever experienced. He’d dare say that it even beat sailing.

When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Eric’s wide, sparkling blue ones staring down at you intently.

“Was that okay, (Y/N)?”

You giggled.

“Did it sound like it was okay? Certainly did to me,” you laughed.

Eric smiled, still staring down at you lovingly with his hand on your side. You reached your arm up to twirl your fingers in his hair. You did this for a minute, just enjoying the postcoital bliss, until your second arm reached up and grabbed some hair too.

Pulling Eric’s face back down to yours, you cheekily said, “Your turn,” before you devoured his mouth.

Eric suddenly felt his boxers being pushed down and his member spring free. You took hold of him in your hand before pumping his shaft a couple times. The sensation left Eric groaning with his mouth open. You needed him inside you- he was bigger than you even imagined. Lining him up with your entrance, you brought your hands to rest on the bottom of Eric’s back. Giving him a gentle nudge of pressure, you felt him slowly enter you.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream as Eric worked his way in. You were so deliciously full by the time he bottomed out. Moaning and gasping, you peppered kisses on Eric’s cheeks and encouraged him to open his eyes. He did eventually open them, panting and looking down where the two of you were joined. He looked back at your face.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You giggled and shook your head, kissing his nose.

“No, you’re bigger than I expected but you didn’t hurt me. You can move whenever you’re ready, babe.”

Eric took a few centering breaths before he pulled himself back out and slowly pushed in again. He repeated this motion once more, getting his bearings, before he picked up the pace. You were just happy to be along for the ride, watching Eric’s face contort in pleasure. Scratching your nails lightly down his back, you knew that Eric was getting close. His mouth opened in a silent o before he let out a guttural moan. You quickly swallowed the rest of his pleasure as you felt his hot release shooting in you. You helped Eric ride it out- squeezing him tight and pressing skin to skin.

Eric’s thrusts slowed and eventually stopped as he tried to catch his breath. You soothingly rubbed his back as he came back from his climax. Eric propped himself up on his elbows on either side of your head and looked down at you. His smile was the brightest you’d seen from him so far, dimples melting your heart.

“That was beautiful, (Y/N),” he professed.

#prince eric #prince eric smut #prince eric x reader #prince eric x you #prince eric x y/n #prince eric fic #my stuff #answered #anonymous

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xsdjkl · 5 months

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Do you think V's relic still work as a form of communication with Song in the sun ending? Was thinking of a headcanon on how Song could provide remote netrunner support through the relic in the crystal palace heist as a way to help fulfill her original offer of getting V cured.

Also, thank you for your posts, made me love Songbird more! I just finished phantom liberty and now can't get it outta my head lol

Thank you so much for the ask and your kind words💙 It really brightens my day to know you're appreciating them 😁 Also, apologies for how long it took for me to reply.

I truly like the way you think about Crystal Palace👀 (same) I am sure the communication via the Relic is still possible, but that would mean Songbird has to connect to the Blackwall again. I don't really think she'd be eager to do so, especially right after barely surviving its effects. In truth, I think she'd avoid the Blackwall at all cost.

But perhaps there's another way to reestablish the connection, hm? I might have an idea or two...

#song so mi #songbird #cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty

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spoopy-fish-writes · 1 year

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Hey! I hope you’re doing great 😌

How about a clingy MC with the chevalier’s fraction please ? 😁

Thank you for reading my request 👀

| Chevalier, Nokto and Luke with a clingy MC

Character(s): Chevalier, Nokto and Luke

TW: None

Notes: Gender neutral MC || I wasn't sure what exactly you meant by clingy (because I get confused with words and intended meanings but it is what it is) so I took a little bit of liberty with it || Couldn’t get myself to do Clavis for some reason my apologise 😔

Chevalier

He does so well not showing it but he's so ridiculously smug about it because he gets jealous fairly easily and to have you clinging to him every chance you get is both reassuring and amusing you him

Sometimes he feels the need to laugh to himself a little when he thinks about it, how you went from being distant from him on accounts that he was one of the most dangerous people in the palace and now sometimes had the tendency to follow him around like a lost puppy

He's unused to it and initially acts like he doesn't like it or doesn't see the purpose of you being so close to him but he actually just adores it

It's tiresome having to find every which way other than say it directly to tell you that he wants your affection so it's nice that he has you already there for him and he can play off any displays of affection as having seen on your face that you wanted him close which is only a half truth

No one except Clavis and, on the odd occasion, Leon or Nokto, will bring it up in front of or around him so he's perfectly content to have you show him affection in public. He almost always makes an attempt to keep you physically close to him regardless, be it with a hand around your waist or guiding you by the small of your back so it's "not inconvenient" to have you like to hook your arm with his

He'll avoid it slightly at professional events since he does have an image to upkeep but will still let you hold on to him, simply as a sign of your relationship and to protect you in such a scene

In private, however, you're free to do whatever you like, though not without his relentless teasing whenever you want to cuddle with him or sit on his lap as he reads

Nokto

He is absolutely elated by this and will show it though he does have his initial scepticism as he does early in your relationship with many of your displays of affection

Feels so smug whenever you're clinging to him in any way and shows it and actively encouraged you displaying affection but showing you as much affection as he can without getting yelled at by Sariel because he wants you to know without question or doubt that he loves it

He's not too used to showing any form of emotion through anything besides physical actions and his words on the rare occasion so this lets him constantly show the extent of his affection without feeling that he himself is too clingy because he does get worried that he isn't loving you properly

Hid main love language is physical touch and so naturally lives to be able to show you affection even in public which is something that is usually frowned upon by the nobility but he isn't about to stop you from hugging him nor kissing him in public just because you feel like it

He genuinely could not care less about their opinions and encouraged you to care just as little as him and he loathes the idea of anything at all ever making you stop acting exactly as you do towards him

Plus there's the added bonus of him being able to tease you for it

He would never call you clingy in a demeaning way and only says it as a form of endearment and to get you a little shy

He will follow it up with entertaining both your and his need for affection until you're flustered and begging him to stop, face hidden behind your hands while you lean away from his touch and laughs a little because he is just as if not more clingy

It's honestly a win win for him and you

Luke

This is a dream come true for him

Like Nokto, physical affection is his preferred way to show affection but it's also his preferred way to receive affection

Not to mention that he's always, and I mean always, touching you in some way, shape or form

His hand in yours, an arm around your waist, playing with your hair, having you on his lap, the list goes on so to know that you're also going to be reciprocating and a lot of the time for that matter has him on cloud nine

For various reasons, he loves having you depend on him in any way so having you be clingy with him and also constantly wanting to be around him suits him perfectly fine; better than fine even

It also gives him a little excuse to sleep on you because you don’t mind so much since you like the affection

He’s not as smug about it as Nokto is and not so aloof about it as Chevalier is but the wonderful, warm in-between who, despite his reputation and his ability on the battlefield, can act like a big teddy bear for you without complaint

He’s absolutely going to take advantage of it though, just a little bit

How could he possibly go to his lessons when he’s too busy entertaining your want for affection? But he’s not about to pretend that he’s doing it for himself just as much as he’s doing it for you

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run-down-that-dream · 4 months

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State of Mind

State of Mind Mike Campbell x Reader

Summary: Inspiration strikes during Mudcrutch's journey to California in 1974. Extremely loosely based on Mike's song of the same name.

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is pretty much set on the night they stayed in Tulsa, I just took the liberty of giving the guys separate hotel rooms (hey I'm sure Denny could afford that for them if he wanted to). Guess which one we're in 😁 As always, feedback / comments make a writer's day 🙏

Lines have a way of appearing out of thin air sometimes. All the best ones do at least. Mike took one look at you, so at peace where you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder, and it hit him. It was crystal clear.

Home is a state of mind

He started to reach for his notebook on the nightstand and stopped. It wasn't any good. Was it? Tommy was the writer. Tommy could say it better. Still, it nagged at him - alone with you in that hotel room in Tulsa. It felt important.

Somehow it explained the way he felt around you. How else could he put it, really? With Florida gone, California ahead, and the simple knowledge of change in the air. It was happening fast. They were crazy, the band and everyone else who followed them there. Even you - crazy as the dust storm outside was. They’d never seen anything like it.

None of that seemed to matter once you were in that room together. Alone. Playing cards, writing stories, watching sleepless time go by. There was something in your smile that got to him. It always did. He would have done anything to see it. So naturally he threw popcorn at you from across the room, where you’d sent him away in good natured fun. He knew you’d retaliate. Of course you did. That alone, maybe, is what home should feel like.

You were sitting cross legged in front of him, plucking pieces of popcorn out of his hair, when he stole the first of many kisses that night.

“Oh you’re welcome,” you said, a joke as if it was in silent thanks to you. But maybe it was. For being there, for believing in him, and yes, for helping with his hair whether you caused it or not.

Once again, words escaped him, as they always seemed to do. So he kissed you again, hands warm on your knees and hesitant to go much further. It was love, your time together. Slow as it'd been to get that far, it had to be. Love had always been there.

Through more than two years of friendship and one reluctant confession before this trip began. Was the mutual admiration obvious by then? Of course it was. The real wonder was why it took so long to tell you that.

Your very first kiss happened soon after he told you, in a town that would never be called home again. A moment of relief in a cold night and half a moon hung in the sky. Perfect confirmation that his words meant something. They mean something.

So he started for the notebook again, very careful not to wake you, and wrote it down. The line didn't look so bad on paper. Not at all, despite perpetually messy handwriting made worse by attempted stealth. He didn't know how endearing you found his handwriting to be back then. Even when you'd tease him. He wouldn't understand how much you loved everything about him for a long time.

As for the line, those six words scribbled in darkness in the middle of the night. It would become a song. A great one. Just, not yet. Not that night, not the next day either. Not in years. But it would.

For now the notebook was placed back on the nightstand so he could hold you a little closer and kiss the top of your head. How he got so lucky, he didn't know. To have you then; to know he’d be needed in a real studio by morning. It was all so different.

In it, sleep too far out of reach. There wasn’t a chance. At least, that's what he thought before he closed his eyes. But you were there. And you wanted to love him back. You really did. It was all he wanted for so long.

Maybe that could be enough, because sleep did come - just in knowing you were there. It was a familiar feeling, the last he could have until morning.

Home can be anywhere. Anything. In that moment, it was you.

Maybe it'd always been you.

Tags: my taglist is extremely out of date so I'm starting from scratch. pls don't hesitate to ask to be added for everything I write or just for specific people

@thebomb-diggity I don't remember if I sent this one to you??? asjklsdf but you might like 💛

#aaaaaaaa I finished something to post?!?!?!#how long has it been??????#can you tell how much I adore the boy 🥺#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#mike campbell x reader #sunny writes things #mike campbell #mudcrutch

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josefavomjaaga · 1 year

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hey, re: one of your latest posts, is there any merit whatsoever to the rumours that napoleon had an affair with his stepdaughter? and if not, why did they arise?

[Muttering under her breath - I never should have opened this can of worms… why can I never keep my mouth shut...]

Well, hi and thank you for the question. 😁

Okay, first of all: No, I do not think there is a single serious historian today who actually believes the rumours about Napoleon being the father of Hortense‘s oldest son. And while I don‘t like Napoleon much myself I also don‘t believe it. Napoleon‘s early letters, particularly from the time of the Consulate, to Hortense are a fun read and show a (step-)father talking to his daughter, and that‘s just that. The child was born ten months after Hortense‘s marriage, so there is no reason to even assume the father was anybody but Hortense‘s husband.

Does it rule out the possibility? No, of course not.

According to Hortense‘s memoirs, the first rumours of this kind came from British newspapers. Which is quite possible, as the Peace of Amiens was shaky from the beginning and some parties were actively working to break it up. There were nasty rumours and disparaging pamphlets galore. Also according to Hortense, Napoleon was secretely quite content about this, as he suspected this nephew might be more easily accepted as Napoleon‘s successor if people supposed Napoleon to be the father. Later, it‘s the pamphlets by Lewis Goldsmith, an Anglo-French publicist working for both sides, who repeated and invented the most disgusting slander (including incestuous relationships).

In truth, there are some passages from Laure Junot‘s memoirs (for what those are worth, of course!), relating to the time of the Consulate, describing how Napoleon entered Laure's bedroom in Malmaison at nights and how he got really furious when she locked her door, to the point she insisted Junot spend the night with her at Malmaison. This would point to Napoleon really taking some liberties with the young ladies of his entourage. That Napoleon in general was not the most virtuous of husbands is a well-known fact, even if we do not have to go as far as Bausset, who years later in a fit would claim to Marie Louise that Napoleon »had had every lady of her court for a shawl« (except for Madame de Montebello, for whom it took three).

Hortense, from 1808 on and with a short interruption in early 1810 stayed, far away from her husband, in Paris at court and at the least lived a life in a dubious position for a married woman. She had one lover she admits to in her memoirs (Flahaut), but all her life she loved to be surrounded by a circle of admirers, so she was rumoured to have many more. The birth of future Napoleon III gave reason to much gossip in Paris and was the reason why Louis broke with Hortense completely. Apparently, everybody and their grandmom was convinced Louis was not the father, despite pretending the opposite. At the very least, Hortense was the only one among the not-altogether-virtuous Imperial ladies who managed to get herself so deeply into trouble that she had to secretely escape to Switzerland in order to give birth to a child. But even that cannot have been all that much of a secret later, considering that the Duc de Morny was openly talked about as being »né Hortense«.

Many memoirs of the time mention or hint at the rumours about Napoleon's alleged affair with Hortense, and the vast majority declare them as false. The only important memoirs that I know of that explicitely confirm them are Fouché‘s. But those are, while not entirely apocryphal, of dubious authenticity, as they were published after his death under the Bourbon Restauration, put together from Fouché‘s papers. The Bourbon Restauration again produced an abundance of pamphlets and of course jumped at the occasion to repeat these allegations over and over again.

To sum up: There were plenty of rumours already during the Empire, and neither Napoleon‘s nor Hortense‘s personal way of life did much to disencourage them. There is, however, also not a single piece of evidence for them to be true. I'm not sure if this really answers your question, and I wish there was a way to disprove them entirely, but this is the best answer I can give. If anybody has additional information, I'd love to hear it!

As to Napoleon, he on Saint Helena dismissed the idea of an affair with his stepdaughter at one point as stupid because »everybody knows Hortense is ugly«.

Well, thank you, I guess.

#napoleon's family #napoleon bonaparte #hortense de beauharnais #louis bonaparte

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milfweirdal · 1 year

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Weird Al 30 Day Challenge!

took the liberty of adapting my weird al ask game for a 30 day posting challenge. here's a handy dandy graphic i whipped up for it

if you decide to do it, please feel free to reblog this/tag me, i am so curious and nosy about everyones answers 😁

questions text underneath the cut!

Day 1: how did you first get into weird al? what was the first song you heard?

Day 2: what was the last song by al you listened to?

Day 3: favourite album? (you can pick more than one for the favourites questions)

Day 4: favourite song parody?

Day 5: favourite style parody/original?

Day 6: favourite album artwork?

Day 7: favourite polka medley?

Day 8: favourite unreleased/concert only song?

Day 9: favourite Ridiculously Self-Indulgent Ill-Advised Vanity Tour cover song?

Day 10: favourite music video?

Day 11: favourite ALTV interview?

Day 12: favourite member of The Band?

Day 13: favourite of his recurring jokes (e.g. the number 27, crazed animal attacks, being nerdy, food jokes, etc etc)

Day 14: favourite fandom event or in-joke? (e.g. getting him a star on the Hollywood walk of fame, Alcon, etc.)

Day 15: which song do you personally relate to the most?

Day 16: a song you think is underrated?

Day 17: a song that gets stuck in your head a lot?

Day 18: what song/s would you show people if they had never heard of weird al before?

Day 19: has al parodied any of your favourite bands/musicians?

Day 20: have you ever made any weird al-related fanart? (share/link if you feel comfortable doing so!)

Day 21: have you seen al live? if so, what was the experience like? which tour?

Day 22: What would your dream live setlist look like?

Day 23: have you met Al or any of the members of the band?

Day 24: do you own any physic-Al media? e.g. CD, vinyl, tapes.

Day 25: do you own any al merchandise? e.g. T-shirt, poster, action figure etc.

Day 26: do you have a "Lame Claim to Fame"?

Day 27: ever tried a twinkie wiener sandwich?

Day 28: al doesn’t accept other people's parody ideas (unless you're Madonna) but if he did, what song or style would you want him to parody?

Day 29: thoughts on the weird al yankovic cinematic universe (WAYCU) i.e. UHF, the biopic, The Compleat Al etc.?

Day 30: thoughts on the weird al yankovic televisual universe i.e. The Weird Al Show, ALTV, his numerous cameos, etc?

#weird al #weird al yankovic

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 2 years

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oh my god pls do 73

YES! I am getting my inbox cleaned out and I feel so accomplished. 😁 I hope this was well worth the wait, Danny. Thank you for your ask! I really had fun with this prompt (even if I took a few creative liberties). 👀

A previous love interest/crush/admirer of Bilbo's returns.

The Love of Mahal's Children

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Words: 4004

Bilbo didn’t know if he should be nervous or not. On one hand, it was going to be the easiest thing he’s ever done. Easier even than breathing. To declare before the world and Valar above that he loves Thorin Oakenshield and pledges his heart to him. It was a silly daydream on the quest that he never would have imagined would come close to reality. Yet, here they were. No, the sincerity of the gesture would in no way be a chore, it was remembering all of his cues.

If Bilbo had learned anything about dwarves within his eight months of living in the Lonely Mountain, it was that there was a protocol for nearly everything. So when Thorin gifted him a stunning silver comb, Bilbo immediately went to Balin. In fact, he nearly fainted on the spot to learn it was a courting gift. From there, Ori and Gloin were very helpful in guiding him through the structured steps of courting their king. It had been a long but pleasant two months, and now that all the gifts had been given and received, Thorin would get to declare their engagement before the kingdom. A shiver traveled down the hobbit’s spine.

“Everything alright, Mister Baggins?”

Bilbo smiled at his dwarven shadow.

“I’m alright just…anxious. I hope everything goes okay, and I can move into Thorin’s rooms tonight.”

His guard, Ushmik, merely grunted in response. “We’ll see.” He mumbled.

Bilbo raised an eyebrow at the burly dwarf. Ushmik had been his bodyguard for nearly the entirety of Bilbo’s stay in Erebor. Originally from Erebor himself, he had traveled with the refugees to the Blue Mountains, but something had forced him back to the Iron Hills. He was one of many that had stayed with them after the dreadful battle, and Thorin had rewarded all of them with any position they wished. He was told Ushmik wanted nothing more than to be charged with Bilbo’s safety. An odd request, but then again, many had treated him with reverence, and this was even before his and Thorin’s courting. Thorin seemed to have quite a bit of respect for the old warrior, and had not batted an eye before seeing it done.

“That’s rather pessimistic of you, Ushmik.” Bilbo remarked.

The old dwarf sighed. “I’m rather fond of you, Mister Baggins. I don’t want to see you hurt. It’s my job after all.”

Bilbo’s answering smile nearly split his face. “You know you’re the only one to correctly refer to me as ‘Mister’ and not ‘Master’ Baggins?”

Ushmik huffed out a laugh. “Well I have spent some time in the Shire.”

“Really?” Bilbo gasped. “I had no idea.”

There was something imploring in the dwarf’s expression, but before Bilbo could press the issue, the doors to the gathering hall opened and Bilbo was immediately ushered to the front. There were many in the crowded chambers that grinned or nodded encouragingly, just as there were a few that seemed disgusted. Not all dwarves were receptive to the idea of a non-dwarven Consort, but Bilbo couldn’t change everyone’s mind. What mattered was that the overwhelming majority approved the match, and he had Ushmik for the rest. As the guard took his place against the wall, Bilbo turned back to give him a quick grin before stepping on the dais faced with the proud, hopeful face of the one he loved.

Thorin took both Bilbo’s hands in his own, gently caressing the knuckles with his overly large thumbs, and succeeding in sending his stomach bubbling.

“Ready, ukrad (greatest heart)?” Thorin murmured softly for Bilbo’s ears and Bilbo’s alone.

“I’ve never been more ready.” Bilbo responded breathlessly.

Thorin looked like he wanted nothing more than to kiss him as a ridiculously besotted smile was sent his way. The amazement at being subjected to those from Thorin never seemed to depreciate as he returned it with one of his own. A quick throat clearing from Balin reminded them of the job they still had to do though.

“Erebor.” Thorin’s deep, booming voice commanded even as his eyes never left Bilbo’s own. “I present to you my chosen for your Consort, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, Riddlemaker with Dragons, Lucky Number of the Company that retook our Home. We have completed all the steps towards courting with the exception of family negotiations as he has none here to speak on his behalf. Our engagement shall proceed accordingly, unless any find either of us lacking. They are free to speak now.”

Bilbo couldn’t help the silent laughter as the Company glared down the few dwarves that Nori had warned them might cause a scene. This was honestly just a formality as none could argue with Bilbo’s accomplishments, and the Council had already granted their approval. Thorin smirked as well as he opened his mouth to declare their engagement. This was where Bilbo would have to speak to Thorin’s numerous accomplishments and the strength of such a match. Then they would exchange beads, and head to the feast. However, before any of that could happen, a voice broke through the silence.

“I object to the match.”

Bilbo spun around only for his jaw to drop at Ushmik’s bright red but determined face as he stepped forward. Murmurs broke out from the gathered assembly. Bilbo turned to Thorin questioningly, but the king’s brows were pressed together and his lips forming a thin line. His grip tightened ever so slightly on Bilbo’s hands. The only outward indicator of his upset.

“Under what pretense, Master Ushmik?” Balin asked for them, interrupting the steady stream of chatter around them.

“As an…interested party on Mister Baggins’ behalf, I request the chance to present my…favor.”

Balin shared a look with Thorin who was minutely shaking his head. The older advisor sighed, which had Thorin gritting his teeth.

“So be it. We will take a brief recess to grant you your private audience. Ten minutes at most. Do you accept these terms?”

“I do.” He answered.

***

The entire Company marched into the adjourning meeting room, and once behind closed doors, Thorin began to pace like a caged warg.

“Just what exactly was Ushmik thinking?” Fili demanded the moment they entered.

“Fire him!” Thorin growled at Dwalin.

“I can’t just fire him.” The Captain of the Guards snapped back.

“Now hold on just a moment! I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.” Bilbo stated. “Ushmik has been a very kind and loyal guard.”

“Because clearly he’s been pining for you.” Kili smirked.

“Fire him.” Thorin snapped at Dwalin once more causing the bald dwarf to roll his eyes.

“But if that’s the case, why wait until now to do anything about it.” Bilbo groaned, trying not to be too frustrated with his moody almost-fiancé. “He’s been with me literally every step of the way. He could have confessed at any time. Why wait until the most embarrassing situation possible for him?”

Thorin glared at Dwalin the moment Bilbo reminded him of how much time he spent in Ushmik’s presence.

“The best I can do is reassign him. He’s too good a guard to outright fire.” He grumbled.

“Yeah, because he’s been staring at that hot ass for months.” Nori teased as he slapped Bilbo’s behind.

The hobbit jumped with a yelp, his face turning bright red, but the spy had already continued before he could give him a piece of his mind.

“Bilbo has a point though. He’s never done anything that I’ve noticed to even act interested. And even your guards I can catch staring from time to time.” He stated looking over at Thorin.

Thorin’s hands closed into fists at his side, and Bilbo had no doubt he would rage battle against every dwarf who had ever looked at Bilbo at this rate.

“Why don’t I just go in and talk to him like I’m supposed to do anyways? This could all just be a big misunderstanding.” Bilbo attempted to diffuse the situation.

“I don’t know.” Bofur shook his head. “Declaring your engagement before the entire kingdom is mainly reserved for traditionalists and nobles I’ll grant you, but any dwarf worth his stone knows how it works.”

“Besides, he would have seen it done both in the Iron Hills and in Ered Luin so I think that rules out that theory.” Ori added.

“What about his time spent in the Shire? He could have missed any dwarven engagements then.” Bilbo pointed out.

The dwarves around him went still.

“I didn’t know about Ushmik visiting the Shire.” Balin stated. “Did you?”

Dwalin slowly shook his head while Thorin’s face turned redder by the second.

“You…remember him then?” Gloin asked.

Bilbo shook his head. “No, I vaguely remember there was a dwarven blacksmith when I was a child, but not who he was or what he looked like.”

This seemed to make his companions even more antsy.

“Rukhs shirumundu (Beardless orc)! Has he been stalking Bilbo since he was a child?” Kili demanded.

“I don’t feel comfortable with Master Bilbo being alone with such a dwarf.” Dori frowned.

“I take it back.” Thorin growled. “He’s not just fired, he’s banished. That abrâfu shaikmashâz (descendent of rats).”

“Now hold on everyone, let’s not jump to conclusions!” Bilbo tried to interject, but it was too late. His friends were in an uproar.

He heaved a sigh as he approached Bifur, surprisingly, the calmest of the bunch.

“I’m going to have the audience now. Try to keep them from storming in after me until the ten minutes are up.”

Bifur gave him a thumbs up, muttering a quick ‘good luck’. Bilbo silently moved towards the side door, thankful for the soundproofing the stone offered. His relief was instantaneous after he made it into the quiet hallway, which gave his nerves a chance to catch up to him. What if they were right? What if Ushmik did have a romantic inclination towards him, or worse nefarious thoughts about his person? The dwarf had been nothing but kind, but even hobbits of the Shire knew how to hide behind a mask.

However, Bilbo was to be the future Consort of Erebor. He would not be cowed by ‘what ifs’ and he would face his problems head on. Feeling empowered, especially by the sword on his hip and ring in his pocket, Bilbo marched down to the next door where he knew Ushmik would be waiting. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

Ushmik seemed nervous as he fiddled with an object in his hands which made Bilbo’s heart plummet immediately. Please don’t let that be a courting gift. As soon as he caught sight of him, Ushmik’s fiddling grew worse as if nerves were getting the best of him. It gave Bilbo the courage to maintain his cool demeanor.

“I hope you have a good reason for interrupting my engagement.” Bilbo stated.

“Yes, Mister Baggins, I…”

“Because as my guard you would have been with me every step through the courting process, and could have voiced your objections then.”

Ushmik sighed heavily, his eyes downcast. “I know.”

“My heart is set on King Thorin, and I doubt there is anything you can say or do to sway me.”

There was a furrow between Ushmik’s brows, but his eyes remained glued to the item in his hands.

“That’s really what you want? He didn’t even try to bring your family to Erebor for negotiations. Isengrim may only be your uncle, but as Thain…”

“How do you know my uncle?” Bilbo demanded sharply, his eyes narrowed.

Ushmik sighed. “I used to be good friends with your uncle.”

“Not good enough to know he’s dead. He has been for a while.” Bilbo murmured. “Who are you? Really?”

Maybe the Company had been right, and Bilbo had put himself in a terrible position as Ushmik closed his eyes tightly against Bilbo’s words. The hobbit slowly started to back away when the object Ushmik had been playing with through the conversation was thrust into his face. Bilbo was ready to give the dwarf a piece of his mind over the sheer impropriety of trying to force him to accept a courting gift, when Bilbo got a good look at it. It was an old brass button with a ram’s head carved on it. However, that wasn’t what gave Bilbo pause. It was the slew of memories that suddenly, and rather violently, slammed into him.

Bilbo was rather taken with running down to the smithy to investigate the Shire’s newest addition. The burly dwarf was so tall and fierce looking, but every time he caught Bilbo staring he would make funny faces that would get Bilbo ducking and laughing. However, today, he had a surprise for Bilbo.

“WOW!” Bilbo exclaimed upon receiving the wind-up frog. “But Mama says hobbits are supposed to give gifts on their birthdays.”

“Well, I’m not a hobbit. So we can say you gave me the gift of ‘accepting my dwarven birthday traditions’.”

Bilbo didn’t quite understand, but he really wanted the frog and nodded enthusiastically.

“Just be careful of winding it too much. I’m afraid you may never catch it again. Even an overactive squirrel like you.”

Bilbo protested being called a squirrel, but let the dwarf ruffle his hair while he escaped out the back to play with the frog. At first he was very careful about how much he winded it up, laughing in delight as it bounced around him. However, as he became more confident with the toy, he decided to crank the little key, tighter and tighter, giggling as the frog bounced higher and longer.

“Bilbo…” His mother warned, stopping her conversation with the smith.

He looked back over at her in time to see her and the dwarf cry out before the frog slammed into his chest knocking him backwards. Bilbo hadn’t noticed how close he was getting to the river, and he fell back into the current. He screamed as his head went under, but it slammed into a big rock and he knew no more.

When Bilbo awoke again, he was cold, he was achy, and his vision was filled by a brass button with what looked like a sheep on it. He gingerly touched it.

“Baa-button.” He mumbled tiredly.

He heard a gasp from above as the gentle rocking motion he hadn’t recognized at first stopped. He looked up to see the crying face of the smith staring down at him.

“Bilbo? Oh, thank Mahal! You wouldn’t wake, and I was so scared…”

Bilbo felt bad that he was so upset, but he didn’t have much energy to do more than curl up tighter in the dwarf’s warm chest.

“It’s okay. I like your baa-buttons.” Bilbo informed.

The smith seemed to be choking on his laughter. “That’s good. That’s good, lad. We need to get you back home. Your mother must be worried sick, and I imagine we need to have a healer look at that wound on the back of your head. I’ll promise you this though, if you just stay awake til we get to your smial, I’ll give you one of my ‘baa-buttons’. Okay, Bilbo?”

Bilbo had hummed something unintelligible, unable to keep his promise as the dwarf was just too comfortable, and his head hurt really bad. However, that was far from the last time he saw the dwarf. After his heroic rescue, jumping in after Bilbo in the river, Belladonna and Bungo were insistent on having the dwarf over for dinner every night of his stay in the Shire. Even going as far as naming him as Bilbo’s godfather. A title that had moved the older dwarf to tears. He left that winter, but returned every spring except for the one after the Fell Winter and well…Bilbo had a lot on his mind with his father’s illness that year to stop and question why their dwarven guardian couldn’t return.

“Baa-buttons…” Bilbo whispered as he slowly looked up into Ushmik’s weathered face.

He looked so vulnerable, but now that Bilbo remembered, it was impossible not to see it. Ushmik was that very same dwarven smith who had saved his life so long ago.

“Oh Ushmik!” Bilbo cried, throwing his arms around him as tightly as he could.

Dwarven armor wasn’t exactly comfortable after all. However, the warm hug that enveloped him in return more than made up for it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Bilbo accused, only to feel slightly guilty at the small stream of tears leaking out from the guard’s eyes.

“I didn’t know how welcome I would be.” He sniffed. “I failed you Bilbo. I wasn’t there for you when Bungo died. Or even Belladonna, Kaminzabdûna (Yavanna) rest her soul. I had been called away to the Iron Hills, and by the time I received Isengrim’s letter…I felt like I was too late. You were already at your majority after all. I didn’t think an old dwarf like me would be of much use in your life at that point.”

“Well of course you would be welcome!” Bilbo cried aghast. “You’re my akhrâmadad (godfather)!”

The use of the Khuzdul term for such an honor had Ushmik ducking his head further in shame as small sobs seemed to hiccup from him. Bilbo smiled kindly as he placed a hand on Ushmik’s arm.

“Don’t deserve it.” He mumbled. “Always arriving too late.”

Bilbo frowned trying to decipher his words when he was immediately reminded of that horrific war that took place before the mountain. He remembered Dwalin saying that Dain had sent some Iron Hill dwarves after them. The reinforcements arrived in time to save Fili, Kili, and Thorin’s lives. There was something else though. About someone protecting his body while he was unconscious…Bilbo’s breath caught in his throat even as a warm feeling spread through his body.

“I believe I do owe you my life once more.” Bilbo stated proudly. “I may not remember much of what happened, but I did manage to stay awake through most of the trip down Ravenhill. So I finally get to keep the baa-button, right?”

Ushmik let out a wet laugh as he nodded. Bilbo gently pressed his forehead against the other dwarf’s in gratitude.

“You know, you didn’t have to interrupt my engagement for this.”

Ushmik flushed bright red. “I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I think His Majesty is a great king, but he hurt you. And it just didn’t seem right that he didn’t even try to get your family here to speak on your behalf.”

Bilbo gave him a sad smile. “He offered but…you know how hobbits are about traveling. Besides, there’s no one I’m close enough to that I would want to speak on my behalf.”

Ushmik gave him a calculating look before slowly nodding. “Then, I apologize for mucking things up. I will always want what’s best for you, Bilbo. And you’re sure you feel completely safe with King Thorin…?”

Bilbo’s smile burned brightly before he nodded his head enthusiastically.

“He really is a good dwarf, Akhrâmadad.”

Ushmik’s face burned brightly as he ducked his head at the title. “Oh, I never doubted that…not really. I just am a little overprotective, not that I have any right to be, but I’ve heard rumors about the ramparts and…”

Bilbo’s smile dimmed a little both at the reminder and how Ushmik talked about himself. However, the ramparts were not an issue. Not any longer. Bilbo and Thorin had discussed it…extensively. There were tears, screaming, Bilbo was pretty sure he tried to throw a book at Thorin’s head, but in the end apologies were issued and past hurts were soothed. Time and patience being the best healer sometimes. Bilbo’s eyes turned down to the button in his hand as an idea formed in his head. The eye of the button seemed to be just wide enough.

“Akhrâmadad?” Bilbo interrupted. “Would you be willing to braid your family braid in my hair?”

Ushmik seemed to freeze. “Bilbo…lad, you don’t know what you’re asking…”

Bilbo gave him a gentle smile. “But I’ve lived with dwarves long enough to know exactly what I’m asking. It took thirteen of them barging into my smial for me to realize what I had been missing. Family. And you’ve been my family longer than any of them. Even if we did lose each other there for a while. Please? I’m certain it’s what Mother would have wanted if she were still here…”

Ushmik bit his lip before nodding. “I’d be honored.”

Bilbo happily turned his head so Ushmik could gingerly separate his curls into three sections. Thankfully, Bilbo’s hair had finally gotten to a respectable length for braids. It was as Bilbo handed over the button for Ushmik to weave the braid into before tying it off that his companions came crashing through the doors. At first, they were all stunned into silence by the act, and Bilbo hated seeing the crushed look in Thorin’s eyes. However, once he turned for them to see the braid, a collective sigh of relief was issued from each and every one of them.

“Well that was an unnecessary heart attack.” Dwalin grunted.

“No shit.” Bofur whistled. “Guess this means you don’t have to fire him. Right, Thorin?”

The king approached, still looking rather concerned.

“I’m…confused.” He admitted.

Ushmik shifted uncomfortably, but Bilbo grabbed his hand for comfort.

“Ushmik is actually my akhrâmadad. My mother named him such when I was very young after he saved my life.”

Thorin’s jaw dropped as he stared at the other dwarf in surprise.

“Your Majesty,” Ushmik addressed, bowing low. “Please accept my apology. It was not my place to intervene today.”

Thorin stopped him with a hand to his shoulder as he bowed his head in return. “It sounds like it was exactly your place. I’m sorry I did not include you in the family negotiations, but it is a matter that will be rectified immediately. As well as a room of honor in the royal wing.”

Ushmik held out his hand. “Now that really would be taking it too far. I’m perfectly happy in my station. Keeping this little squirrel out of trouble.”

Bilbo’s nose twitched as the rest of the Company laughed.

“If you manage that, you’ll have to share your secrets.” Nori teased, making Bilbo squawk indignantly.

“In any case,” Thorin chuckled. “I humbly request you join our table for the feast tonight. I feel that I speak for everyone when I say, we’d love to hear this story.”

“That, I can certainly do, Your Majesty.” Ushmik nodded agreeably.

As they started to file out of the room to resume the engagement, Ushmik began to get bombarded with questions about Bilbo as a fauntling. Bilbo couldn’t even groan in embarrassment, too pleased that this was a courting step he would actually get to fulfill. It was more than he ever hoped for after his parents passed.

Thorin took his hand and gave it a small squeeze.

“Before I actually commit to marrying you, are there any more surprises? Any Elvish or Mannish relatives?” Thorin teased, pulling a face at the thought.

“And what if there is?” Bilbo raised an eyebrow. “Would that make you reconsider?”

“No.” Thorin admitted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I just may not be as amicable to opening up a room for them in our wing.”

Bilbo hummed along. “Well lucky for you, I don’t have any more surprise relatives. At least not that I remember. I’ve learned today that I’ve apparently had a fair amount of head injuries.”

Thorin pressed another kiss, this time to the top of his head, as he promised to take any surprises along the way if he could take Bilbo as his husband. While he had only expected one that day, Bilbo was more than pleased and proud to display both his new braids at the feast that night. A reminder to him that he was well loved by Mahal’s children.

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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 6

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Y/N felt her heart beat triple time as she watched Dean’s face return to the stony granite it had been when she’d first come to camp. Over the last couple of months she'd begun to see him soften slightly; there were even a few moments where he’d seemed on the verge of smiling. His eyes had eventually lost their frosty hardness, and their look of perpetual suspicion.

But both were back with a vengeance now.

She shook her head at him again and tried to understand what he was talking about. “What kind of psychic am I?” She asked, the question conjuring up an urge to laugh. The idea of her having psychic abilities was laughable to her. But she didn’t think Dean would appreciate the humor around it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dean. I haven’t done anything, and I certainly have no psychic powers.”

Dean said nothing, just shuffled sideways towards the door without taking his eyes off of her. Y/N took a few steps towards him, but froze when his hand dropped to the pistol on his thigh and he hissed at her. “Stay back.”

She felt Emma come up and hide behind her leg and her daughter's renewed fear made anger start to burn in Y/N’s chest. In the last few weeks that Dean had been coming to dinner, Emma had been gradually losing her fear of him, offering him shy smiles and even bringing him one of her books and asking him to read to her.

But now Y/N could feel her tremble slightly and frustration flared in her. What was Dean doing? And why? Because her mother had died in a fire when she was a baby? What kind of logic was that? Where was all this insanity coming from?

Dean walked to the entrance of the cabin and called to Patrick. When the soldier appeared in the doorway Dean spoke to him brusquely.

“Go get Castiel.”

Patrick looked back and forth between Dean and Y/N and frowned at the obvious tension. “Sir?” He questioned.

“Now.” Dean said with finality. As the man turned to leave Dean spoke again. “And send Risa in here.”

Dean continued to stare at Y/N, keeping his attention intensely fixated on her, the way he’d done during those first few days she’d been there. When Risa came into the cabin she frowned; like Patrick, she could clearly sense the hostility in the room.

When Dean saw her he nodded towards Emma. “Take the kid.”

Panic suffused Y/N and she began shaking her head. Emma clutched tightly to her leg and began crying and whimpering softly. She shook her head and buried her face in Y/N’s hip. “No, mommy.” She hiccuped softly.

“Take her.” Dean said quietly but firmly. There was a pause for a moment as Risa’s eyes lingered on Emma and Y/N before she shook her head.

“No.”

Dean turned his head slowly to look at his soldier, his expression incredulous and furious at the same time.

“Excuse me?” He said softly, and Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine.

Risa looked away for a moment, clearly intimidated by Dean's anger. But when she looked back at him, her brow was crinkled and she still questioned his demand.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I gave you an order, soldier.” was Dean's softly spoken reply.

Risa stared at Dean a moment longer before she took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly and forcefully, turning and walking towards Y/N and Emma.

Emma started crying in earnest and Y/N knew that no matter what, she had to try and ease her daughter’s fear. She got down on her haunches and smoothed back Emma’s fly away hair. “Oh baby, it’s okay.” She smiled brightly at her, desperately trying to erase all her own fear and anxiety about what was happening.

“Dean and I are just gonna be here for a little while trying to figure out some boring grown up stuff.” Y/N’s happy smile seemed to be fooling Emma slightly because her tears were slowing and she sniffled.

Y/N kissed her cheek. “Why don’t you let Risa take you to see Keisha and Julianne. It will be so much more fun to play with them for a while, rather than staying here and listening to boring grownups talking. And I’ll come pick you up later, okay? I promise.”

She felt awful making a promise she wasn’t sure she could keep, but she wanted to believe she would be picking her up later, and she wanted Emma to lose the look of panic in her eyes.

She nodded towards Risa. “Go on now, and have fun playing. I’ll see you soon.” She kissed her forehead and gave her another bright smile.

Emma nodded, still obviously unsure, but willing to believe what Y/N was telling her.

Y/N kept her happy smile in place until Emma was out the door and then her mask dropped and she looked at Dean, her eyes accusing.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked quietly.

Before he could answer, Castiel walked through the door. Like the others, he seemed to notice the tension immediately and questioned it.

“Dean? What’s going on?”

Dean motioned for Y/N to move backwards. “Sit down.” He said, with a gesture towards the folding chair she’d been sitting on to read the story. When she did, Dean turned his head towards Castiel, but never took his eyes off of her.

“I know why she’s immune.”

Y/N felt her stomach lurch. “You do?” She asked, some of her anger burning away from pure shock. It was the last thing she’d expected him to say. Though she still had no idea what this had to do with her mother’s death.

But evidently it was connected, because the angel’s eyes widened in disbelief as Dean continued. “Her mother died in a fire when she was a baby.”

It was to her that Castiel looked for an answer. “Is that true, Y/N?” She nodded. “My God.”

“Will someone please explain what my mother dying has to do with anything?” Y/N asked with immense frustration.

But the men ignored her for the moment. Dean was finally looking at the angel properly and he nodded at the questions in his blue eyes.

“Yeah, she’s a psychic kid. She’s immune, just like Sam was.”

“Who is Sam?” Y/N asked, but was ignored again.

Castiel was shaking his head. “Maybe…” He looked back towards her briefly. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence.”

Dean scoffed. “Come on Cas! This is way too big a coincidence to be…coincidental.”

Cas nodded reluctantly and then frowned. “But, if she's psychic...then what’s her gift?”

Both men turned to stare at her, and Dean spoke softly. “That’s a real good question. Because she could be doing anything to us, mind controlling us, or manipulating us to only see what she wants us to.”

Y/N finally did let out a bark of laughter. “Are you insane? You think I’m mind controlling you? If I had the power of mind control, I’d definitely make you be nicer, or I’d make you let me go, because this whole thing is ridiculous! And you still haven’t explained why on earth you think I’m psychic and why my mother’s death is involved.”

Dean stared at her for a long time, and Cas just watched him. Finally Dean spoke and his voice was calm and even, as though he was just telling her a story while they sat around her table eating dinner.

“Ten years before you were born, your mother or father made a deal with a yellow-eyed demon. They got something they desperately wanted and he got permission to enter their house. When you were six months old he came into your room, slit himself open and bled into your mouth. Your mother likely interrupted him somehow, and he killed her and burnt the place down around her.”

Y/N felt her stomach turn at Dean’s words. He had to be insane, there was no way it could be true. Demon blood? A demon killed her mother? She shook her head.

“How on earth could you possibly know any of this?”

“Because it’s exactly what happened to my mom, and my brother. The demon fed him his blood, killed my mom, and when Sam turned 22 he started having psychic visions. And he wasn’t the only psychic kid. There were a bunch of them, and without fail every single one of them had powers and every single one of them went bad.”

His jaw clenched and he folded his arms over his chest. “So, if you’re gonna sit there and try and tell me that you’re the only one that never had the blood take hold, the only one who managed to avoid being triggered when you turned 22? Well, then I know you’re lying. So, I’ll ask you one more time.”

His eyes were chips of ice once again. “What can you do? And what have you done already?”

Y/N blew out a puff of exasperation. “I can’t do anything, do you hear me? I am not psychic! I have no powers!”

Cas stepped forward, putting himself between the two of them. “Okay, Y/N, have you ever felt something, something that made you different from other people? Like,” he snapped his fingers, “the ability to connect easily with people maybe? You seem to make friends quickly, people respond to you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “So being a nice person makes me a psychic now?”

Cas shook his head. “No, but maybe it’s more than you being nice, maybe people can’t help but like you. It could be involuntary on both their part and yours. Like some sort of psychic charisma”

Cas seemed to like his idea, his expression saying that he thought he’d figured it out.

But Y/N was again shaking her head. “No, look, that’s not true. I’ve had lots of people not like me, I’ve had people try to kill me in my sleep just to steal my blanket, I’ve had men attack me just for…well, for being a woman. And I can promise you I didn’t get away from those people by smiling at them and asking nicely.”

Y/N felt the old fears rise in her as she remembered the panic and terror of those moments and so many more like them. To think that she had some kind of mind control or psychic abilities and hadn’t used them then, was laughable.

Cas looked slightly defeated and Dean pushed him aside. “The fact is though, that you could be lying through your teeth, you could be saying anything to knock us off your scent.”

Y/N scowled at him and then stood up. Dean stepped back, and yanked Cas back by his shoulder. “Sit down.” He ordered her but she shook her head.

“This is ridiculous, Dean. You have to know it is.” She took a step towards him. “What about our…our friendship? What about what happened last night?”

Dean’s eyes just got colder and his voice was deep and demanding. “I said, sit down. Now!”

“Dean.” Y/N began and stepped closer again, reaching out to him. But she stopped dead and dropped her hands to her sides as Dean pulled his gun from its holster in the span of a breath.

“I said get back, and sit down.” He said, slow and deliberate.

Y/N looked at the gun pointed at her, looked at Dean holding it, his hand not wavering an inch, and she was suddenly, unbearably sad. She stared at him and knew her heartbreak was plastered on her face, she was bad at concealing emotions.

She nodded slowly and moved back to sit in the chair. She had lied to Emma; she wouldn’t be picking her up tonight.

***

The night passed just as her first night in camp had; with her sleeping lightly, troubled by disturbing dreams and waking to find Dean watching her almost unblinkingly. He took her to the outhouses on his own this time, and she wasn’t in chains so, that much had changed. But his hand hovering over his gun the whole way there and back definitely felt binding, and kept her locked in place just ahead of him.

When they got back to the cabin Dean walked over to the door and said something quietly to whoever was just outside. A few minutes later Theresa arrived with breakfast. She looked at Y/N back in her spot on the floor by the table leg and her young face creased in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” She asked Y/N with a look thrown at Dean.

Y/N tried to smile and put her student’s mind at ease. “Nothing, sweetie. Just trying to sort something out. Tell your mom thank you for the breakfast, but I’m not hungry. You should take that back to her so it doesn’t go to waste.”

“Eat it.” Dean’s voice rang out with authority and Theresa took a step closer to Y/N.

Y/N didn’t bother looking at him. Instead she gave Theresa a reassuring nod and the girl bent to set the tray on the ground. “It’s okay, thank you. I’ll probably be hungry later.”

But she wasn’t. She felt guilty enough about wasting food to try and swallow some down, but it just stuck in her throat and she gagged on it and spit it out. At lunch Brandy brought the food tray and she was slightly more vocal with her questions than her daughter was.

“What the hell is going on here?” She asked Dean. “All the parents are confused and worried. They said you ordered them out of here yesterday and no one has seen Y/N since; Emma’s back with Monique.”

She set the lunch tray on the table Y/N leaned against and bent to pick up the uneaten breakfast tray. She was looking at Y/N, but still addressing Dean when she spoke. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing that concerns you.” Dean answered brusquely.

Brandy stood to her full height and her large chest rose and fell with indignation. “Since when do you keep me out of the loop?”

Dean frowned at her and his voice was laced with annoyance and anger. “Since this isn’t something that requires your attention. And I’d like to know, exactly when did everyone start questioning my orders?”

Brandy shrugged, seemingly unfazed by his foreboding tone. “I guess when your orders started to seem stupid.”

Y/N’s eyes grew round, beyond impressed at the woman’s boldness and nerve. Dean seemed much less impressed by it though, staring the woman down with a furious expression. But Brandy kept his gaze and never wavered. Finally Dean spoke through gritted teeth.

“Take away the tray, and send someone else with the supper tray.”

Brandy stayed still until Dean took a step towards her and yelled, “That is an order!”

Brandy shook her head, but turned towards the door as she answered. “Don’t forget, boss, not all of us are your soldiers. Some of us follow you because you’ve been a good leader.” She paused at the door and looked back at him. “Don’t fuck that up.”

She walked out, leaving behind an electric buzz of tension in the air. Dean turned back to her and the muscle in his jaw was still jumping.

“Eat.”

But Y/N shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”

“Bullshit!” Dean said bitingly. “You haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday. You have to be hungry. I don’t know what kind of hunger strike, sympathy ploy you’re going for here, but it’s not gonna work. Now, eat!” He ended on a shout and something snapped inside Y/N.

She jumped to her feet and yelled back. “This isn’t a sympathy ploy, you bloody dumbass! I can’t eat the food because it tastes disgusting to me and it chokes me. My stomach is in knots and I feel sick! And do you know why that is? Because you keep threatening to kill me!”

Dean thundered towards her, stopping barely two feet from her. “Yeah, and I’m not gonna have you starve to death before I get the chance! Now eat!”

Y/N threw her arms wide. “What the hell do you care if I starve! It’ll just save you a bullet!”

She took a deep breath, feeling herself unraveling but unable to stop. “You have me locked up in this place, again! You think I’m some kind of horrible monster. Again!” Her voice broke. “You have taken my child away from me! Again! So don’t pretend to give a shit about my fucking health and wellbeing!” She reached out to furiously smash the food tray to the ground.

Silence descended and Y/N breathed hard and heavy through her nose, her anger carrying her through a little longer before she turned away from him and buried her face in her hands, quiet, uncontrollable sobs shaking her.

By the time she managed to get herself under some kind of control, she turned around to see that Dean was gone. She looked around the room as though he might be hiding in plain sight, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Y/N walked over and fell down onto the chair he'd sat in all night. She felt exhausted and deflated. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, but it felt like ages before Cas walked through the door. He looked solemn and he nodded at her.

“Dean says that you should go.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop. “He’s kicking us out?”

Cas held up a hand. “Oh, no! Not…he didn’t say for you to go from camp. I mean that he said for you to go from here. Go get your daughter, go back to your tent. That kind of go.”

Y/N shook her head, more confused than ever. “I don’t understand. Now, suddenly he doesn’t think I’m some kind of psychic menace?”

Cas shrugged. “Psychic yes, but menace no. He said, and I quote, ‘She was pissed enough to take off my head if she could have, and she didn’t, so she can’t.’” He shook his head. “Occasionally his thought process is hard to follow.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, you’re telling me.”

She didn’t waste anymore time right then, though, contemplating Dean’s bizarre behavior; she was free to go and she ran to get Emma, apologizing for taking longer than she said she would to come get her.

Emma forgave her easily for not keeping her promise, relief clear in her big, deep cerulean eyes. They spent the evening cuddling in the tent; Y/N read her a dozen books and played clapping games with her until Emma’s eyes were shining again, and no more fear or worry clouded them.

At bedtime she sang her a song and Emma drifted off to sleep happily; Y/N found no such easy reprieve. She laid awake for hours trying to understand Dean and the way he thought. He’d been so angry, so sure of her wickedness and evil. And then, just like that, because she’d exploded in anger, he let her go?

How did that man’s mind work? And how did he see her now? Harmless psychic freak? Or someone he’d still have to keep a close eye on?

She shook her head. It didn’t matter, he’d made himself perfectly clear on one thing, the relationship she’d thought they had, the friendship that she’d hoped would grow into more had meant nothing to him. The kiss they’d shared had meant nothing.

She meant nothing. He couldn't have acted the way he did if he cared about her at all.

She needed to remember that going forward and not let her heart get entangled so easily.

From now on, she needed to keep her distance.

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