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revisionaryhistory · 3 years

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Three Days ~ 76

~*~Sebastian~*~

Will texted they had picked up the food and were on their way, no more than ten minutes out. Emma wiped down the table while I pulled out beers. She was closest so she got the door. Will hugged her, looking at me strangely, then brought the food toward the table. The women hugged and stood there talking while the door closed.

Will glanced over his shoulder and almost whispered at me, “Did you do that to her hair?”

I smiled.

“Practice more.” He started pulling things out of the bag. “And don’t let her go outside like that.”

“Stop it, Will.” Alissa pulled me into a hug.

“No offense, Pippi Longstocking. I mean, Emma.”

Emma made a face, “I don’t know who that is.”

“Don’t look it up.” Will looked at me, “Want me to teach you to French braid your girlfriend’s hair?”

“Shut up and I hate you.” Truth was, yes, I think that would be easier than her trying to teach me. Partly because she’d be doing it backward and I wouldn’t know what was going on. Partly because there was a high probability of the effort being aborted and the whole thing just being foreplay.

I was being a good boy with chicken and roast vegetables. Meanwhile, Emma had a ridiculously juicy medium-rare hamburger and fries. Emma and I both made obscene noises with our first bites. She covered her mouth and looked across the table at our guests. "We didn't eat dinner last night."

Will smirked, "We had an amazing standing rib roast with the family."

We traded stories of our evenings and Alissa filled us all in on what happened after Emma and I went home. It sounded like we'd missed a crazy after-party, but we had our own good time. We stayed talking at the table after the food was gone and I'd fetched another round of beers.

"You offered to get cocaine for your girlfriend who went to rehab for cocaine?"

I laughed, looking at one of my best friends. "In hindsight, not my best idea."

He was looking at me like I was an idiot. Shaking his head, he shifted his attention to Emma, "How long have you been sober?"

"I have no idea." I put my hand on the chair behind Emma, barely touching her. Emma made a face and looked like she was searching. "May 2007. I was sixteen."

Alissa did the math, "Twelve years."

"I never kept track because I didn't have a problem. My parents did not believe me. I was the captain of the Varsity Volleyball team. We had random drug tests. The only time I used during the season was if we had a long break. That's not addiction it's recreation."

"And you never used again?"

She shook her head, "When I got home, I was peeing in cups daily and didn't want to go back to the facility. It was a rule at Ed's and it would have wrecked me to disappoint him. We practiced year-round in college. Jimmy barely even drank. When we broke up and I moved in with Eli and Angie I really wanted to. But..." she shrugged with a smile and a sigh, "That wouldn't have been recreation or a none too original way to say fuck you to a boyfriend who cheated on me. Seemed like a slippery slope. Then it'd just been so long I wasn't interested."

I wanted to ask. "Had Keaton pulled out coke, would you have?"

She nodded, "Probably. That would have fallen under recreation. It would have been fun."

"At the risk of sounding very old."

The three of us looked at Will and said, "Too Late."

He flipped all of us off, "Emma, what you chose to do is up to you. I think an after-party with your musician friends may feel comfortable, maybe too comfortable. There'd be a risk of overdoing and you don't have a tolerance or any idea how you'll react."

I lifted my beer to my lips, "Good point". It’s ludicrous to think I wouldn't have been watching for just that. Actually, it’s not. I was pretty stoned.

Emma barely glanced at me when she got up and went around the table to get to Will. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek, "Thank you. For asking, and caring, and warning."

Will thought she was kidding. "It's been twelve years. It'll be like the first time."

She moved back, keeping her arms around his neck, "I'm being serious. Thank you. That was very sweet."

"Oh, you're welcome." He hugged her and said something that made her smile. Will rolled his eyes and smirked at me, which I knew was directed at me and not at the interaction between him and Emma. He was smiling nicely before Emma sat down. He looked at me, "Where's your laptop?"

Hell, if I know. I had it yesterday while Emma was shopping. I looked over at the table in front of the couch. Nope.

"On the chair in the office." Emma pointed toward the room.

"Thank you." I pulled on one of her braids before I went to get it.

Will pulled up a Google doc with links and notes to about a dozen places from Maldives to Bora Bora. I nixed any place with a flight over eight hours. I was traveling a lot in the next month and didn’t want to start a vacation with another long flight. We narrowed it down to three places for a variety of reasons that included too many mosquitoes and a lack of lizards. Emma liked lizards. Will, Emma, and I picked different islands, so Alissa was the final vote. She voted with me, but no one was upset with the result. The villa on Turks and Caicos had five bedrooms (one more than we needed), a pool, and a private beach. Perfect.

An hour Later Will's travel agent had us booked in and on a non-stop four-hour flight.

We updated Will's travel doc with all the information and started adding things to do. He shared the doc with all four couples, so we could add and comment. Not that we'd be joined at the hip for the whole trip, but some things were more fun in a group.

A few hours and many laughs later Will and Alissa headed home. I leaned against the door, hooking Emma around the waist, pulling her in tight. I liked how she was with my friends and was excited to have her with more of them on an island. More importantly, I liked how I was with her and my friends. I can tell the difference. I’m relaxed and everything that goes with feeling relaxed.

Right this second with Emma's body fitted against mine I was not quite as relaxed. I put my hand on the back of her neck and brought her to my mouth. Kissing her. Claiming her. Finally, letting her go. "I need to finish up some stuff from yesterday. Maybe two hours?" I said it in the form of a question hoping she'd not be angry.

She nodded quickly, "Ok." She pointed down the hall. “I'm going to finish my laundry and make the bed."

"No, we'll do that later."

"Don't be silly." She went to her toes and kissed me. "Will it bother you if I practice?"

"No, I've got a few things to watch. I'll have on headphones."

"See you in a bit." She ran her fingers down my chest letting them drift away before touching my cock. Tease. I loved her little smile as she wiggled her nosey fingers at me. "I love you."

"Love you." So damn sexy.

I made myself walk to the couch before I followed her down the hallway. Focus. Focus. Focus.

I did well for an hour and forty-five minutes when Emma came back into the room. She sat in the chair diagonal and started to read. She is doing nothing to distract me, which I find very distracting. Her ignoring me is sexier than if she was stripping. I’m sure that says something about me. For one, I’m a liar. Her stripping would be much sexier.

One hour and fifty minutes. I crooked my finger, patted the cushion next to me, and lifted my arm. Emma uncurled her legs slowly and moved next to me, settling with her back against me. She went back to reading. I pretended to pay attention to the laptop on my lap instead of the woman I wanted there.

One hour and fifty-three minutes. I ran my fingers along the skin above the collar of her t-shirt. Emma shifted a little where my fingers were on her breast. I could feel the thinness of her bra and limited my touch to the swell above.

One hour and fifty-seven minutes. I have given up restricting my exploration. I’ve decided it's time to make the decision between my fingers and my mouth a more difficult one. Her stiffening nipple approved.

Two hours. I moved her enough to allow me to put my laptop on the table. My headphones too. I pulled her over my thigh, between my legs. Cradling her in my arms, I rubbed my nose against hers before kissing her.

"Are you finished?"

I moved my hand between her legs, keeping my touch light. Barely skating over her shorts. "Enough. How was practice?"

"Fine. Laundry done too."

"Good." I kissed her, deeper and longer this time. My touch intensified.

Emma spread her legs, moving one foot to the floor, and pressing herself into my hand. "Are you finished too?"

"Not even close." I smiled, "Oh, you mean work. Yes, done with work."

"So, it's playtime?"

I felt my eyes and smile widen, "It is playtime." I pulled the tie on her shorts and wiggled my fingers into her panties. “I worked hard for two hours. I deserve a reward." I dipped a finger inside her then started circling her clit.

She curled her hips into my touch. "This is your reward."

"You bet." I licked the middle of her top lip. "I get to watch you come."

She closed her eyes and laid her head against my shoulder. "I'm going to relax and let you enjoy your reward."

"Mmm, ok."

Relaxation didn't last long. A combination of light fingering and finger fucking had her squirming, biting her lip, and licking them. I couldn't resist. Didn't want to. When I kissed her, her hand went to the back of my head and kept me where I had to keep kissing her. It wasn't a hardship and I didn’t fight.

I had to hold on tight to her squirmy body. Hard to tell which she liked better. By the time she was close, and I could tell when she was close, I was slamming into her pretty hard. In the end, it was the finger fucking that pushed her over. She ripped herself away from the kiss and shattered in my arms.

I watched.

Emma laid her head back on my shoulder. "Well."

I leaned in and kissed her chest, "Next time I ask if you want my fingers or my mouth it might be a harder decision."

She looked at me, eyes and mouth wide open, "Did I bruise your ego? Was this some sort of revenge finger banging?"

"No, but that sounds fun."

She laughed, "It does, doesn’t it?"

I lifted her over my other leg and crawled out from under her leg. "Stay here. Take off your pants."

I should have planned ahead. Emma had stashed condoms around her place. I need to do that. I had made a plan though. It involved going to find her in either the laundry room or in my bedroom, separating her from her clothes, and making love to her. Wasn't working out that way.

I had my clothes off and the condom on by the time I was halfway down the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I saw her stretched out on my couch one leg hooked over the back of the couch the other foot on the floor. I know, I know, I know, I've seen it all before and up much closer. It doesn't matter. Beautiful woman spread out, legs wide, on my couch, with the sunlight just starting to fade. I hope to hell that never gets old and always knocks the breath out of me for a few seconds. I took a moment to enjoy the view. Emma saw me and smiled. That took my breath away too.

I knelt on the couch, kissing her ankle, and running my hand down her leg. By the time my hand was between her legs, my cock was there and I guided myself inside her. She felt incredible. Wet. Tight. Warm. Half a dozen slow strokes later I laid over her, supporting myself on my elbows. The feel of Emma's fingers on my waist almost burned, the warmth sinking into me. She held onto me, her grip tightening when I hit just the right spot. This was good, but not what I wanted, how I wanted to come. I pulled out and sat back on the couch, taking her hand to pull her over me. Emma straddled my legs and immediately took me back inside her. It was my turn to hold her waist. She braced herself with her hands on my shoulders. The apartment was silent except for the sounds of us.

Emma rode me slow and easy until both of us needed more. She picked up the pace and I guided her harder. Her kissing my neck was what triggered my orgasm. I held her down on me and as soon as I could I laid Emma back down on the couch, going down on her to finish what we'd started. It didn't take long for her to be holding onto my arm and breaking the silence with my name.

We spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch watching a movie. We laughed, kissed, and fed each other popcorn. I don't remember the last time I had such a good simple night.

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tonyspep · 5 years

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of muffins and men

a/n: /i usually never write rpf or reader insert stuff but bluesfortheredj inspired me with their richard madden imagines and now here we are lol

~*~of muffins and men~*~

pairing: richard madden/you

summary: there's an adorable five year old boy who comes into your bakery with his mom nearly every weekend until one day he comes in with his dad [single dad!richard au]

rating: t

You had opened your bakery six months ago and slowly but surely had built a reputation in the neighborhood for fresh scones and a nice cuppa.

You had a few frequent customers – the elderly couple who had their golden with them (rudy who you always made sure got a biscuit himself), a group of students at university who you'd extend the hours for when they needed to cram (something you didn't miss at all), a young couple (girlfriends) who had just moved into a small flat two blocks away and a mother and her five year old son.

The mother and son you occasionally saw during the week but mostly on the weekends. The mother thanking you breathlessly because – apparently – your butter scones were the only thing that could get the boy up at a decent hour.

He was adorable with his mop of auburn curls and the most stunning blue eyes you'd ever seen.

He was quite shy, as well, murmuring, “thank you” through a mouthful of scone, crumbs coating his lips and fingertips before he'd scurry back behind his mother's legs, making her laugh softly.

It's a beautiful day, you can't help but notice, as you flip the sign out front from closed to open. You sip delicately at your cup of Earl Grey with a splash of honey when you hear a tiny voice chirp from across the way, “Daaaaaaaa hurry!!! Miss Penny always makes sure there's a fresh scone for me and Mummy!!! I don't want her to give them away cause you're being slow!!!”

“Hey, now,” A heavy Scottish brogue comes next and noooo your knees do not go weak from the hint of gravel underneath. “If Miss Penny is as wonderful as you say, I doubt she's going to give your scone away. Stay close, big man,” There's a grunt as the owner of the voice lifts the boy from the ground. “Can't have you runnin' off and hurtin' yourself. I'll never forgive myself,” The tone is fierce and ten there's the sound of a loud smacking kiss. “If somethin' happened to you.”

“Miss Penny!!!” The bright yelp of your name causes you turn your head and you feel a smile take over your lips as you see the familiar mop of auburn curls and crystalline blue eyes. You wave briefly before turning to head inside and prepare the two scones, warming them briefly in the oven and pour the glass of milk for him before fixing his mother's customary cup of lavender tea.

Your back is turned when you hear the bell above the door jingle and then it's the scuffing of his sneakers across the floor as he barrels into the display case, like always, pressing his face to the glass eyes scanning the rows of sweets as his mother always lets him take one home. You're about to start the steeping of the tea when there's the brogue from earlier, “You don't have to do that. I'm not much of a tea drinker. That's Alfie's Mum.”

“Oh,” You murmur cheeks flushing because you catch the wonderfully male scent of pine and musk with a crisp note of apple underneath. You turn – question of what he would like instead on the tip of your tongue – and you swear, for just a second, you forget to breathe. You assumed the combination of a voice like that and such a heady scent would belong to someone attractive, but you never would have dreamed you'd be staring at the familiar chiseled features of Richard Madden.

“Never thought anything would get this one up,” Brings you back to the here and now as you blink a few times, trying to get your brain to start working properly again. “Before noon especially on a weekend. It's enough trouble trying to get him up for school. Your scones must be somethin' special.”

“It's just an, um, old... It's not... I wouldn't say...” oh my god, you thought not quite believing that you couldn't form a simple sentence. seriously, can a hole just open up and swallow me whole, please?

You felt an intense heat work its way from your neck to your cheeks and not for the first time you were cursing your fair skin. Not only did you look like a perfectly ripe tomato when you blushed, the freckles and sun spots across your cheeks and nose stood out like a beacon and you'd always hated them. Along with your strawberry blonde hair, which was almost always braided – for baking, it was best kept out of your way – you looked like Pippi Longstocking. And here you were unable to speak properly but looking like a tomato, wearing a blue button up, ripped jeans that have been washed god knows how many times and your plain brown apron with your comfortable white Keds.

Exactly how you imagined you would look when one of the hottest men on the planet walked into your shop.

Notting Hill was such a fucking lie. Ugh.

“It's just an old family recipe,” You finally managed softly, willing the blush to recede. “Nothing special.”

“I think I'll be the judge of that,” He winks... actually winks just like in Rocketman and you're reminded of the tweet you sent out after you had seen it (the first time) richard madden could wink me into an early grave and in this moment, you think he just might as your heart nearly stops and you forget to breathe once again.

“Not to mention,” He bends, lifting the boy into his arms and squeezing him tight while the little one flails and groans, “Daaaaaaa stoooooooop it!!!” He doesn't, instead he squeezes tighter and you think fleetingly, can i get pregnant from this as he says, “This one's goin' through a picky faze. Getting him to try anything new's a bit of a hassle right now.”

The timer on the oven beeps – the scones done warming – and you're more than thankful because you don't think your brain is firing on all cylinders to continue trying to make conversation. You wrap each scone in brown parchment, murmuring, “it keeps the heat in,” as you hand the boy his first and then offer the other to his father.

And that's how you should think of the impossibly handsome man in front of you as the cute little boy's father because thinking of him as Richard fucking Madden whom you've thirsted over since seeing him in Ibiza – sending out tweets like just watched the entire six episodes of the bodyguard and david budd can say yes ma'am to me all day or how could you forget the gem stared at richard madden's clenched jaw too long and now i'm pregnant – meant you would probably spontaneously combust in a matter of seconds.

Especially since you couldn't help but watch his every move as he bit into the soft, crumbly pastry that perfectly sharp jaw working as he chewed.

Clearly Sarah – your best friend is right – you do need – desperately so – to get laid. You can't take your eyes off of him as he chews. That tweet Buzzfeed made him read is right, he is a thirst trap just by existing.\

“I told youuuuuuuuuu,” The little one sing-songs, face covered in crumbs and flashing an adorable gap-toothed grin. “Miss Penny's scones are the bessssssst.”

A delicious laugh falls from the sinful plumpness of his lips and your knees knock together so you don't fall into a helpless heap on the floor. He discretely wipes the crumbs on the side of his mouth with his thumb and briefly brings the digit to his mouth, laving the remainder quickly, and an intense shudder rolls through your whole body. He bends addressing his son quietly, whatever he says makes the little boy laugh, and his brogue brings you back to yourself as he says, “My Mum's visiting this week, she'd sure love a homemade scone or two. Can we get a dozen and somethin' for this little monster to snack on later, please?”

You're thankful you can fall back into the routine of bakery owner. Going through the familiar motions will make you less likely to say something ridiculous and scare him away. You remember he said in an interview once that he would wear the same clothes two or three days in a row because the paparazzi could only run the pictures once. You also remember reading his neighbors created a group text to let him know when the vultures were lurking. Your heart ached thinking how lonely of an existence that could be.

With his perfectly lean gym-toned body you doubted he indulged in any kind of sweets but you couldn't resist adding a strawberry cupcake for him along with the dozen scones and the lemon bar for his son. You tied the box with its customary blue ribbon and stamped the shop's seal as well before handing it to him, your fingers softly brushing against his and as he said, “thank you,” he flashed his brilliant white teeth, plump lips curling into a grin that any romance novelist would have described and roguish and there went your knees again.

Not that you ever thought you would see him again – he was an international celebrity, after all – you didn't think it would be so soon after first time.

It was the end of the week – the sun was just starting to set and you were about to start going through the closing routine, your best girl – Amber, the only one you trusted in the shop without you – had just left for the night and just as you were about to start going through the till, the bell above the shop's door jingled. You sighed heavily, tightening the ribbon that held back your riot of curls, and wiped your hands along your apron reminding yourself to be professional. You hated turning any customer away – even on night's like tonight – you were dog tired, your feet ached and you felt as though you could barely stand but you were barely established and couldn't afford to lose a sale, no matter how small or how run down you were.

“How can I...” The familiar words died on your tongue, your eyes widening when you found yourself staring at the chiseled features of the man who starred in your most vivid fantasies. “Hello,” Stumbled off your lips and you wished the ground could swallow you whole... hello, really, pen?????? there was Sarah's voice taunting you and you could practically see her deep eyes rolling at your incompetence.

“I would have come earlier – I know you're closin' up now – but I don't get to see my Ma as often as I would like,” A flush colors his chiseled cheekbones, his hand coming to rub at the back of his neck and no your eyes don't follow the rugged lean muscle of his forearm as it ripples from the mundane action. “So I wasn't able to. Alfie and I had to see her off y'know. Anyway, I – uh – found your,” His eyebrows waggle and his lips twist into a positively sinful smirk, emphasizing the pillowy softness of his plumper bottom lip and your throat is suddenly desert dry. “Surprise,” He chuckles, low and deep. “I've always been a vanilla fan but you could change a man's mind with a strawberry cupcake like that. Another family recipe?”

“N-no, um,” You shake your head as you feel your hands tremble at your sides. “It's mine.”

“I couldn't help but notice you didn't charge...” He started to say as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and you interrupted, “It was on the house. The shop's barely been open six months and your family,” You stumble over the word, not quite sure how to classify Alfie and his mother. “Has been very good to me since I opened it. They're so loyal.”

“Still...” He tries and you cut him off again, your voice a little firmer, “I won't accept your money. You paid for your dozen scones and lemon bar. You'll throw off the till if I put it in the register, anyway. It's just an unnecessary hassle.”

You think he'll try to foist the bills on you, anyway but instead he pushes his wallet down and begins to roll up the sleeves of his fitted Henley and your brows burrow down while your lips twist into confusion. He answers your silent question easily as he rubs his hands together and turns those gorgeous crystalline blue eyes on you, “Then what can I take care of for you? The floors need sweeping? Moppin', maybe? Windows need a wash? Rubbish needs to go to the bin?”

“Huh?” Is all you can sputter out. There's another chuckle – just as low and deep – but somehow more delicious as he leans in close and suddenly the edge of your jaw is cupped by his large hand as he draws your face upwards. The heat of his breath ghosts across your face – tinged with cinnamon – as he murmurs, “You won't let me pay and I'd like to think I was raised right, so I'm afraid – Miss Penny – I cannot in good conscious accept your cupcake without some form of recompense. Manual labor will have to do then, yeah?”

“Penelope,” Your full name leaves your suddenly tremulous lips and you're sure your brain is mush, literally, because he's giving you that unbelievable grin and when he repeats your name back, testing the eight letters on his tongue, you swear you're going to wake up and be in a tangle of your sheets with your hound Rufus staring at you, head titled with worry at your tossing and turning. You're so sure of this, that you actually close your eyes, expecting to see the butter yellow walls of your bedroom but instead it's Richard fucking Madden's out-of-this-world handsome face staring at you his eyes so deep and warm it's like they can see right through you.

“You, uh, really... It's fine... It's no big deal,” You murmur, your protest so weak and your voice so soft you can barely hear yourself. “It's just a cupcake.”

“A damn fine one made by a beautiful lady. Stubborn, too, it seems,” He clicks his tongue and gives a flash of a cheeky grin while his thumb slides along the edge of your jaw and you feel yourself melt his hand is so warm and the slight calluses on his thumb drag across the softness of your skin and it's too much so heady and it's like a haze has settled over your brain.

“If you have to pay me back,” Suddenly you're bold, you can hear the teasing tone in your voice and how it's dropped an octave. You're peering through your lashes, thankful you remembered mascara this morning as it makes them darker and more full than usual and then you're taking your bottom lip between your teeth and it's probably just your imagination but you see his eyes flash – a deeper, richer blue – to your lips, tracing the cupid's bow seam and another shudder rolls through you. “I guess you can start by sweeping the floor's good sir.” Your best haughty voice and you're rewarded with yet another chuckle.

It's fast becoming your favorite sound.

You discretely pinch your elbow – still believing this is a dream or at best a very vivid fantasy conjured by your tired, run down mind – as you walk back behind the counter while he begins to sweep. You can't believe this is actually happening... Richard Madden in your shop and he's sweeping your floors... something's gone terribly off the rails, hasn't it?

Then he chuckles, drawing you out of your thoughts, and he's turned those impossibly beautiful eyes on you again and asks, “An Elton fan, huh?”

And that's when you realize “Honky Cat” is playing in the background from your phone which is set to the Elton John playlist you found on spotify.

That awful blush spreads from your neck upward and you absently tug at an errant curl that's slipped from your messy bun. You bite your lip, willing your blush to go away, as you murmur, “Always have been. Sorry. I'll change it. I didn't, um, even realize that was playing.”

“Nonsense.” He shakes his head. “This happens to be my favorite song.” A cheeky wink and you wonder, seriously, how you're standing? Because if he smiles, chuckles or winks at you again, you're positive you'll end up as nothing but a puddle.

“Thank you.” You say when he's finished and is following you out the door after you've shut off the lights and counted the till. You feel a flash of bold rush through you as you tilt your head just so and bat your lashes, briefly, reaching to touch his wrist, “What are you doing, say every night around this time, for the foreseeable future? Because if acting fizzles for you, I must say you're an excellent sweeper, sir.”

He laughs – not chuckles but laughs – his eyes crinkling attractively as he does, head thrown back and exposing the tempting flesh of the stern tendons in his neck and you swallow thickly.

“Sweeper for the best baker in Londontown?” He strokes his chin, drawing your attention to his sinful fingers – slender but rugged – and you feel your stomach clench as he places his other hand at your hip, bringing you into the hard planes of his body. “How would I be able to refuse such a tantalizing offer? What is the pay rate? A dozen scones? Another delectable cupcake? Or...” His voice trails away before he bends his head, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. His voice drops an octave, something rough and tinged with heat, “Something better? A kiss, perhaps?”

“Richard...” His name nothing less than a breathless keen and then he's tilting your head, his pillowy soft lips slanting against your own.

“Penelope...” A heavy groan from deep inside his chest as you both pull back because – ugh – oxygen is a necessity. That kiss spurred a rush inside you and after you catch your breath, your drawing his lips back to yours. One taste – so warm and heady – is not close to being enough you need more, more, more, more, more and this time your tongue slides into his mouth – which falls open easily – seeking his and then they're tangling as you clutch at his strong back, feeling the muscles clench and flex while his hand grips a hearty handful of your right cheek, pulling you even closer and it's like he's trying to crawl inside you with this kiss and your toes are curling and you don't know how you've gone so long without a kiss like this.

“Soon I hope to see the freckles your hiding,” Ragged and rough and your thighs rub together wantonly as you moan. “You can't say things like that,” You chastise, shoving him playfully. He stumbles back theatrically and you laugh, shaking your head and then he's wound his arms around you, trapping you against him. “You'll give a girl ideas,” You manage as his lips attach themselves to the long column of your neck, sucking here and there.

“And pray tell what kind of ideas are you referring to?”

“Ones that shouldn't be spoken of on the street.”

“Whisper them to me then.”

In the end, you don't. You yawn and suddenly you're reminded of your aching feet and how you've been up since four in the morning. You share another kiss – this is something tender and gentle, your tongues still tangle, though – and you end up resting your forehead against his. He brushes a wayward curl away as a brief breeze blows through and your heart clutches. You can't handle the way he's staring at you – so focused, so open and warm – it's like nothing else in the world exists. It's too much but you never want him to stop.

Your phone number is in his phone now and his in yours.

You don't know how you're not physically chasing him as you watch him disappear into the night because now that he's kissed you, you don't know how you'll survive without another.

Your phone pings and there's a text tell me those ideas i've put in your head

You shake your head and text back a lady would never

you'll tell me soon enough. /just like soon enough i'll see those freckles your hiding.

You don't know how you manage to stumble through your flat, Rufus practically mauling you, as that last text made your knees weaker than they'd ever been. You fall asleep in a tangle of sheets and when you wake up the next day there's a text waiting for you.

is it soon enough yet?

You giggle and squeal like some silly school girl and as you peel your pajamas away and step into the steaming shower, you think this man is going to be the death of me

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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Off the Beaten Path I Reign:

Chapter 12: Only One

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, newlyweds, SMUT, angst, feels.

A/N: It’s FINALLY back!! I read over this chapter probably 20 times before realizing that it’s perfect just the way it is. I hope all of you enjoy this nexct chapter in Dean and Kat’s story! Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not.

Lost? Wanna catch up?

HERE is the master post!!

“Made my mistakes, let you down; and I can't, I can't hold on for too long. Ran my whole life in the ground, and I can't, I can't get up when your gone.” ~ Yellowcard

After they arrived home from their honeymoon; Dean and Kat had decided that for a little while; they would avoid the bunker. Though Sam and Dean had put their differences aside for the wedding, things between them were still tense and frosty. Until they mended fences, Dean and Kat were staying in motel rooms. They'd settled into married normal life for all of two days before duty called. On a crisp autumn morning, Dean said to Kat

“I have to step out for a little bit.” as he shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like lying to her, but he had some business to attend to that he didn't want her involved in.

“You okay? You want me to go with you?” she asked

He smiled fondly at her and cupped her cheek in his hand.

“It won't take long,” he assured her “I'll be back in a few hours.”

“Is it a hunting thing or-?” she asked, biting her lip

“Just something I need to take care of really quick.” he told her “I promise, it's nothing you need to worry about, and I'll be right back.”

She knew in her bones this was bigger than what he was letting on, whatever it was. She decided to pick her battles and simply nodded.

“Okay,” she said “and you'll come right back, correct?”

“Correct,” he said “can't leave my Khalessi unattended for too long.” and gave her a sweet smile.

They kissed and she squeezed the back of his hand

“Be careful please,” she told him “my Khal.”

“I will.” he told her

A few hours later, Kat still hadn't heard from Dean and was doing her best to keep her mind occupied while he was gone. She went on a supply run and cleaned her gun properly before she heard a voice.

“Hello darling,” a familiar British voice said from behind her.

Kat whirled around and saw Crowley behind her.

“What the hell Crowley?!” she asked as he stepped toward her.

“About that.” Crowley said and lightly pressed two fingers to her forehead, causing her to immediately collapse into his arms, out cold. “Sorry darling, but I need you as insurance.” Crowley said. He threw Kat over his shoulder and carried her out through the front door.

“What the hell Crowley?!” Kat heard Dean ask “Now I AM going to kill you!”

“Relax squirrel,” Crowley interrupted “she's just asleep, she should be waking up very soon.”

“Kat, Katlynn!” she heard Dean call and she felt her shoulder shake. She groaned in response and her eyes fluttered open. She realized she was laying in the backseat of the Impala with Dean standing over her.

“Wha happened?” she asked groggily and sat up.

“Just a light sleeping spell,” Crowley said “I'm proving that I'm trustworthy. You asked how do I know this isn't a trap? and I'm proving it isn't a trap.”

“By knocking me out and shoving me into the backseat of a car?” Kat snapped and stood up, still a little dizzy from the spell. Dean caught her as she stumbled and she made eye contact with him. He looked angry.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, cupping her face and studying it

“I'm fine.” she said “A little dizzy but I'm okay.”

He put an arm around her, holding her protectively to his side as he looked at Crowley.

“See? Not one red hair harmed on Strawberry Shortcake's head.” Crowley said with a shrug “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?” Kat asked

“WE aren't going anywhere,” Dean said, motioning between himself and Kat “YOU,” he pointed to Kat “are going to stay in a motel room until I find what I'm looking for since Buddy Holly here wants to hunt.”

“You said yourself squirrel, she's more than capable of handling herself.” Crowley said “I even grabbed Pippy Longstocking's accessories before I brought her to you.”

“Look, I'm here, you may as well let me help.” Kat said “Plus, you'll have back up in case his majesty here decides to throw you to the wolves.”

Dean raked a hand through his hair but realized she was right. He didn't have Sam or Castiel, and she was as good a back up as either of them were.

“One of my Dad's lockups,” Dean said “there might be some information on a weapon we need to beat Abbadon.”

“And what would that be?” Kat asked

“It's called the First Blade,” Dean said “it can kill a Knight of Hell.”

“And your Dad could have some information on it?” Kat asked

Abbadon was a Knight of Hell that had been a thorn in the side of the Winchesters and Crowley for the better part of a few months. A tall, redheaded vixen, she proved to be more than a worthy adversary and couldn't be killed like a regular demon could, so they had been at a loss until now.

“Possibly, I don't know for sure.” Dean said “but we're gonna go check.”

Kat nodded and said

“Okay, let's go.”

“Shot gun!” Crowley said

“No, you're in the back.” Dean told him “SHE sits up front.”

Dean guided Kat to the Impala's passenger side door and opened it, where she slid inside. Once he was out of sight, Kat stuck her tongue out at Crowley, who sneered at her. Once the Impala got rolling, Kat's phone rang, it was Castiel.

“Katlynn, where are you?” Castiel demanded

“I'm fine,” Kat told him “Crowley grabbed me. I'm with him and Dean right now.”

“You're with Dean?” Castiel asked “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, I mean why wouldn't he be?” Kat asked and looked at Dean, whose jaw clenched.

“Just,” Castiel said “be careful okay?”

“I will.” Kat said and hung up. She then looked at Dean again who had a stern look on his face as he gripped the Impala's steering wheel. Ever since Kevin's death and the dust up between Sam and Dean, it seemed like everyone was warning her to be careful around Dean. He'd never done anything to her but it seemed like everyone was worried that he would at some point. Kat pushed that thought down and reached over to him. She placed a hand on his knee, surprised to see and feel him flinch as if she'd hurt him. She gave him a slight squeeze as he pulled up to a red light and looked at her. The pain and anger he felt radiated through his expressive eyes as she gave him a softened expression. “I'm here,” she assured him quietly “let me help.”

The light turned green and he looked away from her, his expression still set.

After a few miles of quiet driving, Dean pulled over to the side of the road and said

“Okay Crowley,” and handed him a cloth bag “head in the bag.”

“What?” Crowley asked

“I didn't stutter,” Dean said “you wanna hunt? We do things MY way. Period.” his gaze shifted to Kat, who nodded, understanding that the statement wasn't just for Crowley. Crowley begrudgingly complied as Dean looked at Kat and gave her a nod.

They pulled up to a storage unit facility a few miles down the road and dragged Crowley down into a large locker where there seemed to be rows and rows of items and literature gathered by John and held up.

“God, the information that must be in here is incredible.” Kat said as she looked around.

“Don't go full dork on me yet,” Dean told her “I still need your help.”

“You know, between my parent's notes, your Dad's multitude of lock ups and that library you guys have? We could help a lot of hunters with that information.” Kat told him as they crossed into a different area of the lock up.

“We'll talk hunter college later.” Dean assured her and he wandered over to a desk, clicking on a light. Through some digging, Dean found out that a hunter named Tara had helped John interrogate a demon that had information on the First Blade so the three of them decided to go look for Tara.

Forty five minutes later, they were able to track down Tara using one of Kat's tracking spells. When they walked into Tara's Pawn Shop, they found a blonde woman with muscular arms wearing a tank top and jeans reading a book.

“Tara?” Dean asked

“That's what the sign says,” the woman said “can I help you?”

“The name John Winchester ring a bell? I'm his son.” Dean told her.

She quickly pulled out a shot gun and pointed it at Crowley.

“See, I get this funny tingle in what's left of my knee when a demon is present, so which one is it?” Tara asked Dean

“The yutz in the suit,” Dean said “the red head is my wife.”

“Formerly Katlynn Roberts, now I'm Katlynn Winchester.” Kat told her

Tara cocked her head to the side

“As in Daniel and Trina Roberts?” she asked and Kat nodded

“Let me guess? Six foot foot four red head dude and a woman about my size? Looks like a fairy?” Kat asked and Tara nodded “Yeah, those were my parents.”

“I'm the king of hell,” Crowley said and motioned to Kat and Dean “they're hunting legacies, there's a reason, we're working together.”

“Yeah, it's called possession.” Tara said and yanked a cork out of a flask and splashed both Kat and Dean in the face with it. Kat freaked out while Dean barely flinched.

“GOD, I hate it when that happens!” Kat exclaimed, wiping the water out of her eyes.

“See?” Dean asked “We're good.”

Tara told them that she and John had, in fact worked the case Dean mentioned. They had performed and exorcism on the demon but Tara became obsessed the First Blade. She'd spent her life and messed up her knee only to get a tracking spell she couldn't complete.

“The only ingredient I couldn't find was essence of Kraken.”

“Kraken?” Kat and Crowley asked at the same time.

“YOU have essence of Kraken?” Tara asked Kat.

“A little, not a a lot.” Kat said

“I have a warehouse full of it in Belize.” Crowley said.

Kat stared at him puzzled

“Why do you-? You know what? Never mind, I don't want to know.” She said.

Half an hour and one summoning spell later, Kat, Dean and Crowley were outside Tara's shop with the location of The First Blade in hand. Dean pulled Kat to the side and held her tightly.

“Look at me,” he said and held her face in his hands “if this is as bad as Tara says it is, then-”

“I know,” she interrupted him “I'll go back to the motel room and wait for you.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at her and asked

“You're not gonna fight me on this?”

“Trust me, I want to.” she told him “but I'm not gonna, for once. Don't get used to it.”

“I know you didn't promise to obey me,” he said “but I'm kind of liking it.”

She playfully punched his shoulder

“I said don't get used to it.” she told him and kissed him. She then stretched to her tip toes and said in his ear “Bring your sexy ass home pronto.”

“You think my ass is sexy?” he asked in her ear, his fingers digging into the bottom of her spine.

“Only if you bring it home to me in one piece.” she said and kissed him heatedly.

“Mh, I'll remember that.” he growled and kissed her back.

“You better.” she told him and then poked him in the chest.

“Not to break up this newlyweded bliss,” Crowley said “but if I hear one more comment about squirrel's backside I may projectile vomit.”

“All the more reason for me to talk about it.” Kat said

“On the car.” Crowley shot back and Dean's eyes went wide as Kat released him.

Once Dean dropped her back at the motel, Kat started the nearly impossible task of keeping her mind occupied while he was gone. She straightened up the room and organized files on her tablet, just as she was editing the file on when the door burst open. Kat was immediately on her feet with her gun drawn. Two men entered the room; the first was wearing a trucker hat, puffy vest, jeans and boots. The second wore jeans, a t shirt and a black canvas jacket with boots as well.

“All alone little lady?” the first guy asked as both him and the second guy's eyes flashed black.

Kat sneered

“Oh you two are screwing with the wrong girl.” she told them “I'll be generous and let you guys walk if you leave now.”

“We're not going anywhere,” the second guy said “without you any way.”

“Lucian, we have our marching orders,” the first guy said to the second “and your friend Tara gave you and the hubby up pretty quickly.”

“She sure was Terry,” Lucian said “once we peeled the skin off her bones.”

Kat suddenly realized the gravity of the situation and knew she had to warn Dean that he was about to be in a trap. Acting quickly, she popped both demons with bullets and then grabbed her angel blade from her bag. The two men quickly surrounded her and the one called Lucian grabbed her by her hair. She yelled in pain, dropping her weapons, but had enough presence of mind to swing her arm over his, hooking her hand under his arm and bringing him down to his knees as she punched him square in the face, breaking his nose with a sickening crunch. She whirled away as the one called Terry grabbed her into a headlock. Kat quickly braced herself, using her elbow to drive into the guy's gut, making him let go as she stomped on his foot, making him fall on to the ground. By this time, Lucian was up; blood streaming down from his nose. Kat quickly gathered her gun and angel blade before running out of the room and into the woods, Terry and Lucian hot on her heels. She ran as fast as she could, trying to get as far away from them as possible, but the eventually caught up to her, tackling her to the ground. Dots swam in her vision as she hit the ground, her cheek get scratched up and Terry secured her arms behind her back.

“Come on you fucking bitch,” Terry said “let's go see what you hubby had to say about this.”

“That he's gonna kill you if I don't do it first!” she yelled as Terry yanked her up to her feet.

“You pull one more stunt like that,” Lucian said, pointing Kat's gun at her chest “and I'll put a bullet in your brain before he has a chance to do anything.”

Kat had a witty retort but realized she needed to keep her mouth shut so she could escape when the time was right. The two demons hauled her out of the woods and stuffed her into the trunk of a car, tying her ankles together and shoving some cloth in her mouth before taping it shut. As the lid of the trunk shut Kat thought

“Kidnapped twice in one day, this is to be some kind of lame record.”

Once the car got going, she remembered the knife she kept in her boot. It took some creative bending in such a small area but she managed to get to the knife and cut herself loose. She had the knife at the ready for when the car came to a stop, ready to slice those demons open and make a run for it. She was thinking up what to do when the car finally came to a stop. When the engine cut off, she heard several voices different from Jerry and Lucian's. She counted four more and realized she was way out numbered. She slid the knife back into her boot as she heard Terry yell

“Come on out Dean Winchester! We have a present for you!”

The trunk suddenly opened and Lucian dragged Kat out as she struggled against his grasp. The scene in front of her was a simple farmhouse with the Impala parked in the driveway. Kat could see Dean in one of the windows and he looked ready to murder every last demon he could get his hands on.

“DEAN DON'T!” she screamed “IT'S A TRAP!”

Dean watched from inside as Kat got punched in the stomach.

“NO!” he yelled and ran for the door. “I'm going out there.”

“Dean there's twelve of them,” Crowley said “you can't take them all.”

“THEY HAVE MY WIFE!” Dean screamed at Crowley “And I will personally skin any one of them alive that touched her!”

“Hm,” came a voice from behind them. Dean and Crowley turned to see Cain, perfectly quaffed salt and pepper hair with a matching beard “seems like they found the way to get to you, just like they did to me.”

“Colette?” Dean asked, nodding to the picture on the mantle

“Abbadon and the other Knights of Hell found us,” Cain said “I slaughtered them all, except for Abbadon. She possessed my Colette and killed her from the inside.”

“They can't possess her,” Dean said “and I won't let them kill her.”

Kat laid on the muddy ground as the demons kicked and punched her. Without warning, the doors to the farmhouse swung open and the demons looked up. They instantly left Kat alone and ran for the house as she watched with blurry vision as Dean ran up to her, Crowley right behind him.

“Oh god, no, no, no!” he yelled as he scooped her up into his arms and took her to the Impala. He set her in the front seat and hauled ass away from the farmhouse, red light coming from inside of it.

They drove in silence for a long time before Kat could finally ask

“Whose house was that?”

“Cain's.” Dean said

“Cain?” Kat asked as she held her ribs “Like Cain and Abel?”

He nodded

“Cain made a deal with Lucifer,” Dean explained “Cain traded his soul to hell for Abel’s soul to go to heaven, but Cain had to be the one to kill Abel.”

“But why?” Kat asked

“Because Abel was going to be Lucifer’s pet,” Dean told her “so to save his brother, well you know the rest.”

“But where do the Knights of Hell fit into all this?” She asked.

“Lucifer told Cain to make them, they did terrible things together as he put it.” Dean said “Cain quit because he got married and the knights wouldn't take “no” for an answer. So, the broke into Cain's house and they-” he couldn't bring himself to finish the story.

“They killed her didn't they?” Kat asked and Dean simply nodded.

They drove for a long time in silence, even Crowley had nothing to say. When they'd gotten far enough from Cain's house, Dean and Crowley got out of the Impala while Kat stayed put. Her back and ribs were pounding from the attack. After a few minutes, Crowley disappeared and Dean came over to her side of the Impala. He opened the door and gave her a once over to check her out and cleaned the cuts on her face.

“They won't scar, but they will sting like a bitch until they heal.” Dean told her as he cleaned up her face.

“What happened in that house?” She asked “Why did you have to go see Cain?”

“Got a way to beat Abbadon,” he told her “finally making some headway on getting rid of that bitch.”

She leaned toward him and was put off by the energy surrounding him. Where it was normally a comfort for her to be close to him, now all she felt was something dark just below his surface.

“Dean,” she said as she got closer “what is it?”

He rolled the sleeve on his right up and on his forearm, just below the crook of his elbow, was what looked like a burn. It was in the shape of an upside down L with two hash marks next to it. Finally, she realized where the bad energy was coming from.

“Oh my god,” she said, her eyes wide as she placed a hand over her mouth “what,” she swallowed, her eyes filling with tears “Dean what did you do?”

“This is what’s gonna help me beat Abbadon,” he told her “along with the First Blade.” The Mark seemed to pulse at the mention of the blade. “It’s called The Mark of Cain.”

Kat suddenly realized, this was bigger than what she was prepared to deal with on her own.

“That's it,” she thought “I'm calling Sam.”

The next day, Kat and Dean heard over the police wire about a John Doe that was arrested for slaughtering a cow.

“Male suspect,” Kat said, reading off the report to Dean, who was brushing his teeth “approximately six one in height, brown hair, thin build.”

Dean spat out the tooth paste in his mouth and said

“That sounds like Garth.”

Dean had mentioned the hunter, Garth. He had disappeared before Kevin was killed and before Kat had come to live at the bunker with Dean.

“Think it is him?” Kat asked

Dean rinsed his mouth and said

“It's worth checking out, the location is only a couple of hours from here.”

“Okay,” Kat said “Lets get packed and we'll head that way.”

Little did Dean know, Kat had talked to Sam the night before asking him for help with this case. She didn't mention that Dean was with her, for fear that Sam wouldn't show up.

“Where's Dean?” Sam had asked

“I haven't told him about the case yet,” Kat told him “look, I just need a fresh set of eyes if you can help me. Please?” Sam reluctantly sighed and Kat said “I don't want to pull this card, but I will. This is for me, your favorite sister-in-law remember?”

Sam was silent for a second, but then she heard him chuckle.

“Fine,” Sam said “I'll be there as soon as I can, I'm wrapping up a case in New Mexico.”

“Thanks.” Kat had told him.

When Kat and Dean had arrived at the hospital, luckily Sam hadn't beaten them there. The nurse had told them where to find the John Doe and when they arrived in the room, Dean confirmed that it was Garth. He had scratches on his face and was out cold from the pain killers he was on and he was handcuffed to the bed.

“Got any adrenaline in that Mary Poppins bag of yours?” Dean asked.

As a wedding present; Dean had gotten Kat a rucksack so that she could carry all of her essentials with her. This included a range of medical supplies, herbs and ingredients for simple spells, her grimoire, her tablet as well as a place for her knives and a pouch for extra ammunition.

“What do I look like? A walking hospital?” Kat asked and Dean simply stared at her with a bitchy look on his face. “Yes, okay? Sheesh. Just trying to make you laugh.”

“Oh, I'm laughing on the inside.” Dean said with an eye roll, but a fond smile crossed his mouth.

Kat carefully set her bag into one of the chairs in the room. She dug through the back until she found a smaller bag where she kept her vials of things that could be injected along with different size syringes and needles for the syringes. She looked at the labels and found the vial containing adrenaline. She grabbed a syringe and attached a needle to it and then carefully measured out the drug.

“He's gonna need more than that.” Dean said as he watched her.

“I'm trying to wake him up, not turn him into Usain Bolt.” she said as she put the drug back into its proper place and then capped the needle on the syringe. “I have to go to the bathroom, don't wake him up until I get back.” Kat told Dean.

She checked her phone while in the bathroom, and realized she had a text from Sam that simply read

“Here”

“Fuck.” she thought, with his charm and those long legs of his, it wouldn't take him long to get to the room. She was just finishing up when she heard the door open. She waited before she left the bathroom and didn't hear Sam or Dean speak for a long few seconds. Sam finally spoke

“Saw Garth's John Doe on the police wire.” he said “You?”

“Yeah.” Dean said “Where are you coming from?”

“New Mexico.” Sam answered.

“Well, that's a haul.” Dean commented “Especially since we got this pretty much covered.”

“We?” Sam asked

That's when Kat left the bathroom and said “Oh good, you're here.”

Dean looked at her, his eyes widening in shock.

“You called him?” Dean asked

“Of course I called him,” Kat said “there's nothing wrong with an extra set of hands or eyes.”

Dean could tell by the way her shoulders had shifted that there was more to the reason she called Sam but decided to let it slide for now.

“You two spoken to him yet?” Sam asked

“No,” Dean said “ass load of painkillers, he's been out since we got here.”

Sam noticed the handcuffs on Garth and asked “What's he being charged with?”

“Killing a cow.” Kat told him.

Sam slightly tilted his head and asked “Why?”

“We don't know,” Dean said “we were gonna wake him up and figure out why. Lock the door.”

Sam did as he was told and Dean uncapped the syringe Kat had given him and shot a little of the adrenaline out of the tip of the needle.

“Whoa, hey!” Sam said coming back to them “What is that? Adrenaline?!”

“Yes sir.” Dean said, looking at the syringe. Kat did too and noticed there was more of the drug in the syringe than she had previously measured out.

“Dean, Jesus Christ, that's two times more that what I originally gave you!” Kat said angrily.

“What're you trying to do?” Sam asked “Jump start him or kill him?”

“I want some answers,” Dean told them “He walked out on Kevin and he walked out on us.” Kat could read how mad Dean was and was about to open her mouth to give him a lecture about how careless he was being with the drugs, but decided to save it for later. “So, unless you got a better idea?”

Sam hesitated for a second and then backhanded Garth across the cheek. Garth shot up out of bed, screaming like he had been electrocuted. Kat jumped back in surprise while Sam and Dean didn't even flinch. Garth kept screaming until he had taken a few panicked breaths and looked around, realizing who was around him.

“Dean?” Garth asked and looked to his other side “Sam?!” He then looked around the room and asked “Wait, is this a hospital? Am I in heaven?” as he laid back down.

“All right,” Dean said “take it easy, you're in Wisconsin.”

“You were hit by a car.” Sam told him “Do you remember anything?”

“Vaguely.” Garth said as he struggled to comprehend everything that was going on. He lifted his arm up, only for it to be stopped by the handcuffs he was in. “What's with the hardware?” he asked.

“You tell us,” Dean said as Sam reached into his own pocket and pulled out a lock pick “oh and while you're at it, tell us why you went AWOL for the last six months. The only way we tracked you down was because you offed a cow.”

“Offed a what?” Garth asked, still struggling to understand “I was, I was on a hunt!”

“A hunt for what?” Kat asked.

Garth finally realized she was in the room and blinked, confused.

“Who are you?” he asked

“That's not important right now,” Dean snapped “just answer the question.”

“I,” he started to say and then looked like he was going to be sick “oh no, get back!” he exclaimed as he ripped the monitors off of himself and darted for the bathroom, heaving and coughing the whole way there. He slammed the door shut and they could hear him retching into the toilet.

“Good thing I didn't give him the adrenaline.” Dean said.

After a few more seconds of hearing Garth get sick in the bathroom, Dean sat on the edge of the bed with Kat beside him and Sam occupied the nearest chair, turning it toward them.

“Anything on Gadreel?” Kat asked Sam.

“Actually, uh yeah.” Sam said “Turns out he uh, he left some grace in me before he bolted.”

Dean nodded and then asked “You know how wrong that sounds right?”

Sam nodded and then said “I wouldn't worry about it. Cas took care of it.”

Dean's eyes shot up and he huffed.

“What?” Sam asked

“Nothing,” Dean said “it's just, I'm gone for a few weeks and you're suddenly like an episode of Teen Mom.” Garth retching and groaning into the toilet got louder and Dean shouted “Just breathe Garth, work it out!”

Kat hadn't said much since she'd initially asked Garth a question. She realized this may have been a mistake, calling Sam. She swung her feet on the bed, the toes of her boots barely hitting the ground. Dean sat with both feet planted on the floor and his hands interlocked, his elbows on his thighs. Sam sat much the same way in the chair as a long silence stretched between the three of them. Kat felt the familiar prickle in her scalp that she was being watched. She looked at Sam first, but his attention was focused to the bathroom door. She chanced looking at Dean, thinking she would find his eyes burning in anger at her. However, she was pleasantly surprised to find, though he looked irritated, there was a soft, fond look in his eyes. He had understood why she called Sam, though he didn't agree with it. He reached over and placed his left hand on her knee, giving it a squeeze and a half smile. She returned the smile and placed her hand over his while Garth's retching still came from the bathroom.

Dean shook his head and looked down at his boots, the sleeve on his right arm riding up just enough to reveal the bottom half of The Mark of Cain. Sam caught a glimpse of it and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What happened to your arm?” Sam asked.

Dean looked down at it and released Kat's knee and pulled his sleeve up, revealing the Mark.

“It's a gift from Cain.” Dean told Sam as Kat shifted uncomfortably. She hated the energy that radiated off the Mark, it felt full of ancient evil.

“Like the wrestler?” Sam joked and both Kat and Dean chuckled.

“I wish,” Dean said, “That would be awesome. Uh no, the old testament dude. He got all biblical on me and gave me his Mark.”

“What does that mean?” Sam asked “How did it even happen?”

“Crowley found him and he gave it to me so I could eighty six Abbadon once and for all.”

Sam looked pissed

“You worked a job with Crowley?” Sam asked

“The devil you know.” Dean said nonchalantly.

Sam gave Kat a look and she said

“Don't look at me like that, I was too busy getting the shit kicked out of me by demons.”

The three of them suddenly realized that they hadn't heard Garth in a few seconds and Sam asked

“Garth?”

They heard no reply.

They got up went into the bathroom, only to find it empty and a window open.

Both Sam and Dean were tall enough to see out of the window, but Kat wasn't, and guessed by the looks on their faces that Garth was no where to be seen.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean said and took off out of the room with Sam and Kat right behind him.

Once outside, they scanned the parking lot, but had no luck finding Garth.

“Why would Garth run from us?” Dean asked

“Why haven't we heard from him in the last six months?” Sam asked as they rounded around an ambulance that was parked in front of the hospital. “Did either of you test him?”

“No, he was unconscious.” Kat told him as they looked around the parking lot “Did he steal a car?”

They found a crumpled up hospital gown on the asphalt and Sam asked “Did he steal a car naked?”

The three of them looked around again and Dean found a security camera and got Sam's attention.

“We'll see what we can find on those cameras,” Dean told Sam “why don't you go talk to Farmer Brown and see about that cow?” Dean asked and walked away, tugging Kat along with him. She looked back at Sam and mouthed “I'm sorry” to him and practically had to run to keep up with Dean's quick pace.

Once they were back inside the hospital, they used their badges as FBI agents Johnny Cash and June Carter-Cash to get into the hospital's security room.

“So, you called Sam huh?” Dean asked, now he was mad. Garth had given them the slip and the brother that was painful to look at was in his presence, trying to work a case with him.

“Look,” Kat said “I called him because the Mark this is bigger than both of us. This is probably the biggest thing I've come into contact with since Edward and he was a punk ass demon. This is older and scarier than anything I've ever seen. It's time that you and Sam stow your crap and we put this family back together because I have a feeling we're gonna need each other, sooner rather than later.”

“What, are you getting premonitions now?” Dean asked

“No,” she told him “it just feels like there's a storm coming and we can't do this alone.”

Dean didn't answer her, he hated when he knew she was right.

They had been able to pull pictures of Garth, in his underwear, getting into a station wagon, luckily the plates were visible. Sam called Dean as he and Kat left the security office.

“So it turns out the cow wasn't just killed,” Sam told them “it was eviscerated.”

“So, why was Garth there?” Dean asked

“He said he was on a hunt right?” Sam reminded him “Maybe he was hunting whatever killed it.”

“Well okay,” Dean said “but why would he run? This whole this is starting to stink, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” Sam said “What about you? Any luck?”

Dean looked down at the stills from the security camera in his hands and then said “Nada, the cameras were pointed in the wrong direction.”

Kat gave Dean a look as Sam asked

“You're kidding?”

“Wish I was,” Dean said

“So?” Sam asked

“So Garth's a hunter, he wants to stay gone, he's gone.” Dean said

“So, we got nothing?” Sam asked

“What can I say Sammy? We lost this one.” Dean told him as he and Kat rounded the ambulance again “Send me a post card.”

Right behind the ambulance was Sam, who hung up his phone and grabbed the pictures from Dean's hands. Kat braced herself for a brawl and suddenly realized what a disadvantage she was at if the Winchesters came to blows.

“Wow,” Sam said as he flipped through the pictures “make, model, license plate. Really Dean?”

“I told you, we can't hunt together. It's for your own good.” Dean said to his brother.

Sam stared at Dean and then Kat piped up.

“Look, this is my fault okay? I'm the one that called him, so if anyone's gonna be pissed at someone, be pissed at me okay?” she asked

“I hear you,” Sam said and looked at Kat “after we find Garth and get to the bottom of this, I'm gone. But until then, no more games.”

“Yes,” Kat said and looked between the two of them “no more games.”

Dean liked the inside of his lip and said

“The ride belongs to a girl named Bess Myers, she lives in the next town over.”

Once the sun had gone down, the Winchesters tracked down where Bess Myers lived, which turned out to be a small apartment.

“Me and Sam will go in first,” Dean told Kat as the two of them loaded up their guns. “You bring up the rear and watch our backs in case the shit hits the fan, then you can get away.”

Kat nodded, not looking at Dean as she shoved the last few bullets into her magazine before clipping it into place.

“What's wrong?” Dean asked her.

“Nothing.” she lied and then looked up at him, he gave her a knowing look and then she sighed. “Okay, fine. I just thought I was helping by getting the band back together but it seems like all I've done is make you two more mad at each other and you mad at me. I'm just,” she took a deep breath “I'm just sorry okay?”

Dean gave her a warm smile and cupped her cheek in his hand.

“I know what you're trying to do and why,” he told her “but what's going on between Sam and I doesn't need to worry you. We're family and we'll figure this out okay?”

“I just don't like that you two aren't talking,” she said “you guys are the only family I have besides Shannon and Dave and I just don't like seeing strife in our family.”

He gently kissed her and then pressed his forehead to hers when the kiss ended.

“Thank you for trying.” He told her “But we'll figure this out. I promise.”

She nodded as Sam pulled up in his car behind them.

The three Winchesters silently climbed the stairs and found Bess's apartment and could hear Garth talking inside. Dean kicked in the door of the apartment as he and Sam charged through and Garth held his hands up.

“Whoa, hey guys!” he said “Listen, I can explain. Everything's cool, just a simple misunderstanding.”

“Who were you talking to?” Kat asked “A girl?”

“A girl? What girl?” Garth asked her.

Kat quickly picked up a lacy white bra from the table and held it up for the guys to see.

“What the-? What the what now?” Garth asked. Dean signaled for Sam to check the left of the apartment and Kat checked the right while Dean stayed with Garth.

“Okay listen, everyone needs to take a chill pill and put their guns down.” Garth said.

Kat pushed the door to the bathroom open with her foot and checked inside, not finding anyone.

“Clear.” she called over her shoulder.

Sam checked the bedroom and got the same result, no one was there.

“Clear here.” he told Dean.

“See?” Garth asked “Let's all be grown ups and have an adult conversation.”

Kat, Sam and Dean traded bitchy looks when the closet door from behind Sam suddenly burst open. Out came a woman, taller than Kat, with curled blonde hair. She had a vicious set of bulging green eyes; long, sharp teeth and claws that matched. Dean and Kat raised their guns as she grabbed Sam's arm, growling like a feral animal as she did so.

“NO!” Garth yelled at he knocked down Kat and Dean's guns and stood in front of them.

Sam reached for the silver knife he kept in his belt and sliced the girl's arm with it. The cut bled and sizzled where the silver had touched it.

“Sam!” Garth yelled as he placed himself between the girl, Sam and Sam's gun “Please! Don't hurt her!”

“You gotta do it, she's a werewolf!” Dean yelled as he pushed Kat behind him to protect her as the werewolf's eyes landed on the two of them. She growled again, clutching her injured arm.

Garth swallowed and then finally said

“So am I.”

After a few minutes, the girl who they deduced to be Bess, calmed down enough to turn back into a very pretty human being. Garth placed a gauze pad onto Bess's cut and told her

“It's okay baby, just hold it there.”

“Garth, why are they here?” Bess asked

“They're friends, I promise.” Garth said

“They're hunters.” Bess reminded him.

“Okay, we've all gotten off on the wrong foot here,” Garth said “so let's do this right.” he smiled and looked over at Bess “Ya'll, this is Bess, my beloved.” Bess blushed as Garth went on “and Bess, that's Dean.” he pointed to Dean “He could start a fight in an empty house but deep down inside, he's just a big ole teddy bear.”

Dean looked offended while Kat hid her grin, he was, in fact, a teddy bear under all that tough exterior.

“And Sam here, Sam can be a bit insecure at times but for good reason. Bless his heart.” Garth said with a warm smiled.

“Her, I'm not familiar with.” he told Bess, as he motioned to Kat.

“I'm Kat,” she told Garth and Bess “I'm Dean's wife.”

Garth looked surprised and said “Dean, you finally got hitched? Congratulations!”

“Yeah,” Dean said shortly “it was sweet, this is all sweet, but a werewolf?”

“Bess, I can tend to that cut,” Kat said “if you'll let me.”

Bess briefly looked at Garth, scared. Garth looked from Kat and then back to Bess.

“It's okay baby,” he told Bess “if she's married to Dean, she's good people.”

Bess nodded hesitantly and she and Kat went into the bathroom while Garth explained how he'd accidentally gotten bitten by a werewolf and how Bess had saved him from putting a bullet in his own head. Kat over heard him say that they'd been married for four months, only a little bit longer than she and Dean had been married.

“So, are you a newlywed too?” Bess asked

“Yep,” Kat said as she had Bess sit down on the covered toilet and tilted her arm toward the light “we've been married almost two months.”

Bess smiled as Kat brought out her medical supplies.

“Do you have any rubbing alcohol? I need to clean that cut so I can see how deep it is.” Kat said

“Medicine cabinet.” Bess said and nodded to the mirror.

Kat cleaned the cut and realized it was deep enough to need stitches so she set to work right away.

“Where did you learn to do all this? Being a hunter?” Bess asked

“Partially,” Kat said as she got the needle and thread ready “I grew up pretty rough after my parents died so I had to learn to take care of myself.”

Bess looked at her with an apologetic look on her face and then flinched when she saw the needle.

“It's surgical steel,” Kat told her “it's not gonna burn.”

“Never been good with needles.” Bess told her.

Kat smiled at said

“I'll make this as quick as I can okay? I've been told I do it with barely any pain.”

After a while, Dean came into the bathroom to check on Kat.

“I thought werewolves healed like vampires.” Kat said as she stitched Bess's skin.

“Some do,” Bess told her “but some like me don't. I guess it just depends on the werewolf.”

“Everything okay in here?” Dean asked and Kat looked up.

“Yeah, I'm almost done.” she said.

Dean watched her work and was taken aback by how good she was at what she did. She was perfectly concentrated and talking to Bess through the whole procedure, keeping her relaxed. Dean often thought she would have made an excellent doctor, had it not been for hunting. Once Bess was stitched and bandaged up, Kat gave her some antibiotics to help stave off an infection.

“If you have any problems, let me know.” Kat said as she disposed of the used gloves and bloody gauze.

“Thank you,” Bess said “I mean it.”

“You're welcome.” Kat told her kindly.

Later that night, Dean and Kat returned to their motel room as he filled her in to what Garth had said.

“They're a pack,” Dean told her “Garth was bitten and Bess was born as a werewolf. They have a church group and everything.”

“Church group?” Kat asked “What is it with us and church groups huh?”

“Cosmic joke I guess.” Dean said with a shrug. “You know, you would’ve made a kick ass doctor, had it not been for hunting.” Dean told her as they put their gear down.

“You think so?” She asked as she blushed

“I don’t think it, I know it.” He said “The way you just jump in and care? Plus you’re smart so you would’ve easily been the top of your class.”

“Quit it,” She said “you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Then I get to go home and bang a hot doctor?” He asked as he folded his arms around her “Sign me up.”

“Shut up,” She said, her face as red as her hair, her arms wrapping around his middle “you’re too kind to me.”

“I’m not saying it to be kind.” He said and tilted her face up to his “I’m saying it because I mean it.”

Her face hurt from smiling so broadly as he kissed her forehead.

“I know I’m not a hot doctor,” she said and stood on her tip toes “but you wanna bang me anyway?”

He chuckled as they kissed.

“You’re MY hot doctor,” he said “and I’ll bang you any time you want, and twice on Sundays.”

She laughed and kissed him back. His tongue brushed over her lips and she opened up her mouth to let him in. His tongue tangled with hers as his finger tips dug into her backside.

“I love you.” she moaned when his tongue returned to his mouth.

He grinned for the first time all day; that boyish grin that she loved so much.

“I love you too.” He told her and picked her up as he sweetly kissed her. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down, crawling on top of her. He trust his denim clad cock into her covered core, making her moan into his mouth.

“Dean,” she begged as she arched into him as she grabbed his hair “Dean, I want you.”

He smiled through the kiss as he pressed harder into her.

“Mh, say that again.” he said quietly as they kissed over and over. He worked his way down her neck, kissing and love biting her skin. “Please say it again.”

“Dean, I want you.” She begged him as she tilted his face to hers. He paused and stared at her for a second. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks were flushed and her green eyes were lust blown. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by the rush of love he felt toward her, it seemed to hit him all at once how much he cared about this woman he got to call his wife.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she watched his expression change to something she couldn’t quite read.

“Nothing,” he murmured and brushed her cheek with his knuckles “you’re just so-“ he couldn’t put into words exactly what she was, but he kissed her passionately, hoping that his feelings would get across to her.

Kat felt the emotion in the kiss, and the sheer volume of it was overwhelming but comforting at the same time. When they parted, she nodded at him.

“I know,” she told him quietly “I know.”

They gently peeled the layers off each other and before long, he was lining his cock up with her soaking entrance. He slowly sank into her as she squeezed his fingers that were laced with hers.

“Dean,” she whined “please, god yes!”

He bottomed out into her with a groan and then kissed her before he started to move. She wrapped one leg around his waist as they moaned together. He kissed every inch of her skin that he could get to as her hips moved with his. They kissed as she made him roll on to his back and she started to ride him. He sat up and wrapped her up in his arms as she moved on top of him.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as he grabbed a handful of her hair “fuck sweetheart, oh fuck yes.”

She moaned and cried out his name over and over as he nuzzled his forehead into hers. She opened her eyes briefly, and saw him looking back at her. He gave her a sweet smirk before she wrapped him into a heated kiss and moaning against his mouth.

“Fuck, god Dean, I’m gonna come!” She cried as she dragged her nails down his shoulders. He cried out and gripped her back tightly with one hand.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her “come all over me sweetheart.” He pushed his free hand between their bodies, finding her clit and pressing his finger tips into it, working it in short, harsh circles as she arched her back and cried out.

“FUCK!” She yelled “Oh god, GOD!”

Heat ran from her core and straight up her spine as she let go, soaking Dean’s lap. He laid her on her back, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and he pushed deep into her as she clenched around him, her second orgasm threatening to come through before the first had even finished.

“Dean, Jesus, DEAN!” She screamed as she gripped the pillows above her and threw her head back. He pounded into her, chasing his release and he finally found it, he pulsed deep inside her as she finished again, swearing and crying out his name.

That night, Kat laid on her side, exhausted from the day and night’s events. Dean was on his side too, his head propped up on his elbow as he watched her sleeping form. This woman he’d admired and grown to love had been through the ringer with him. The warm glow she cast on him made his soul feel at ease.

“Anything I can do to protect you,” he thought as he gently traced the lines of the phoenix tattoo on her back “I’ll do. I’d move heaven and earth to see you smile. I’d got to hell and back again, if it meant you would be okay.”

He kissed her shoulder and she shifted in her sleep, rolling on to her stomach and stretching out beside him.

“Momma?” She asked, sleepily but confused.

“Shhhh,” Dean said as he placed a hand on her back and stroked her skin “go back to sleep.”

“Momma?” She asked again.

“Your Mom’s okay,” Dean told her “she’s with your Dad. They’re fine.”

This had worked before when she’d had dreams about her parents. She moaned in her sleep and finally started breathing heavily again, signaling she was asleep.

The next day as they got dressed, Dean watched as Kat pulled on a loose fitting tank top and cardigan.

“Everything okay?” She asked Dean as she tied her boots.

“You were um,” he said with trepidation “dreaming about your parents again.”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I remember it.” She told him “it was them telling me goodbye before-“ she stopped and then got up. She went in her bag and rifled through it until she found what she was looking for, a small, leather bound book. “This is something Shannon and Dave put together for me.” She handed it to Dean, who stared at her. He’d seen the book in her bag but had never looked at it, not knowing what was in it. He sat down and opened it, the first picture was of a smiling man and woman. The man was tall and broad shouldered with striking red hair a matching, bushy mustache and piercing blue eyes. The woman was short and reed thin, she had overly large, clear green eyes, dark hair that was in a pixie cut.

“That’s my parents, Daniel and Trina.” she told him with a fond smile.

Dean returned the grin

“You look like your Mom, but your smile is like your Dad’s.” He pointed out and flipped the page. The album was filled with pictures and dates written near them. When the year got to 1988, Dean saw Daniel holding a tiny bundle of pink blankets and a baby cradled in his large arms as he grinned proudly. Next to the picture was a small slip of paper that read “Daniel and Katlynn, 2 days old.”

“Look at you.” Dean said, amused “Your Dad’s so proud.”

“Shannon told me that they had a hard time getting pregnant. My mom had like two miscarriages before she had me.” Kat told him “So when I came along, Mom called me her unicorn baby.”

Dean grinned broadly at the next picture. Trina was holding a tiny Kat in her arms and grinning from ear to ear while baby Kat had her tongue stuck out.

“What were they like? Do you remember?” Dean asked

“Mom was the quiet, patient one. Dad was quick tempered and strong.” She recalled

“Now I get where the temper comes from.” Dean told her as he looked up, she was grinning.

“Irish temper I’m afraid,” she said with a shrug “He always made sure he got to tuck me in at night, he always read me a story and kissed my forehead before I went to sleep.”

“What was your favorite book?” Dean asked

“Goodnight Moon,” She answered “and the Pokey Little Puppy. He used to say that I could recite both of those before I could read.”

Dean flipped through the pictures, there were dozens of Kat with her parents. Feeding ducks, sleeping in their arms, dyeing Easter Eggs, dressed up for Halloween.

“You grew up differently than Sam and I did.” He pointed out.

“Even though they hunted, they made sure I had as normal a childhood as I could have. They sheltered me as much as they could, but I could still exorcise a demon and shoot by the time I was six.”

“What’s the last good memory you have?” He asked “With them?”

She closed her eyes and thought. When she reopened them, she was smiling sadly.

“My Mom singing to me the night of my eighth birthday,” she said “she always sang to me before she put me to bed.” She let out a sigh and said “She sang “You Can Fly” from the Peter Pan movie. For some reason, even though my memories of her have faded, I remember that song clearly.” She bit her lip as a tear fell down her cheek. “If you look carefully at my tattoo, you can see the lyrics written into the phoenix’s tail feathers.”

The last picture was of a still tiny Kat, dressed like Belle from Beauty and the Beast at what looked like a birthday party. All three of them were beaming at the camera.

“Is this right before?” Dean asked and she nodded.

“Two days after that, they died.” She told him.

Dean suddenly realized there were more pages in the album, when he flipped the page, he was surprised to see his own face looking back at him with a smiling Kat right next to him. There were a few packed into the first pages, at the fair, in the Impala and the Bunker.

“When did you do this?” He asked and turned the album to her to show her the pictures of them. She blushed and said

“When I had time,” she said “we take lots of pictures together and I wanted a few hard copies.”

He smirked as he flipped the page to their wedding pictures, nearly two months ago. He snatched the picture of the two of them out of the album and said

“This one is mine.”

“Okay, if you insist.” she said and he handed the album back.

“I do,” He said “Now, let's go check out this wolf pack.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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satanicnightjar · 5 years

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Root sighs about how bored she is trapped in the subway -- at least last time she was under house arrest she had plenty of reading material -- so Harold starts bringing her home cheap paperbacks every time he goes out, regrettably ugly mass-market editions but all he can afford these days. She doesn’t give him any lists this time but he does get a very sweet kiss on the cheek when he brings her a copy of A Wrinkle In Time, a silly sentimental impulse. It’s the first bit of light he’s seen in her eyes in a few weeks and he chases it, going overboard the way he always tends to when he spies a need in someone he loves. Matilda, Coraline, Alice, Dorothy, Lucy Pevensie, Anne Shirley, Pippi Longstocking. The brightly-colored covers look right at home among Root’s stuffed animals, stacked gently at the edge of her fuzzy purple rug. She falls asleep with her thumb marking her page, she reads in Harold’s chair with her feet up, slippers perched on his desk.

“I love my books, Harry,” she says one night as he’s straightening up, preparing to leave her for the evening and return to Professor Whistler’s cramped and colorless apartment. He expects her to say that’s enough now, it was charming at first but he’s taken it too far, perhaps a familiar jab about the other child he’s neglecting. He braces himself with a tight smile, a tiny nod.

“She used to read to me,” Root says, dark eyes downcast. “She started in the hospital, to help me get to sleep. Just sometimes,” she says with a quick defensive shrug, a sideways twist of her mouth. “She hasn’t -- I mean, she can’t.”

Root shrugs again, folding her long arms around herself, tilting her head to one side, then the other: it doesn’t matter, I don’t care. She looks like she might cry.

“It would be my pleasure, Ms. Groves,” Harold says, to spare either one of them having to ask.

She lifts her head, her face brightening as though she’s turning towards the sun. “Just give me two shakes of a lamb’s tail,” she says, rushing into her room like Harold might at any moment change his mind. He supposes he can’t blame her.

When she calls for him to come in, she’s changed into her pajamas and tucked herself in neatly, her favorite hideous stuffed creature hugged against her chest. Harold seats himself at her bedside for only the second time, and picks up a book from the nearest stack.

“Will this one do?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” says Root, closing her eyes and nestling into the pillows as though she’s ready to fall asleep any second, though her wide ardent smile betrays her.

Harold settles in, clearing his throat.

“Once on a dark winter’s day,” he reads, “when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father...”

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bangdreaming · 6 years

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Bandori Customer Questionnaire

We have been given another questionnaire to fill in! You can either access it via in the in-game news through this button:

Or click here! Remember to fill it out, as you’ll be able to suggest more cover songs! Also, the questions are slightly different from the last survey, so you might want to check out our translations if you’re unsure about some parts!

Translations for the questions under the cut!

Question 1: What’s your player ID? (If it’s filled automatically, you can leave it as is.)

Question 2: Who’s your favorite band?

Question 3: Who’s your second favorite band?

Question 4: Who are your favorite characters, up to three people?

Kasumi

Tae

Rimi

Saaya

Arisa

Ran

Moca

Himari

Tomoe

Tsugumi

Aya

Hina

Chisato

Maya

Eve

Yukina

Sayo

Lisa

Ako

Rinko

Kokoro

Kaoru

Hagumi

Kanon

Misaki

None in particular.

Question 5: What difficulty is the most enjoyable in the game?

Question 6: What cover songs made you want to play Bandori or which ones you like to play the most?

Sorairo Days

Alchemy

Hikaru Nara

Little Busters!

Seikai wa Hitotsu! Janai!!

Tentai Kansoku

God knows…

only my railgun

Senbonzakura

Kimi Janakya Dame Mitai

Melancholic

GLAMOROUS SKY

DAYS

Karma

Butter-Fly

Don’t say “lazy”

great escape

Asu no Yozora Shoukaihan

READY STEADY GO

Redo

Pride Kakumei

Imagination

secret base ~Kimi ga Kureta Mono~

Dream Parade

Sobakasu

MOON PRIDE

Fuwa Fuwa Time

Hanamaru Pippi wa Yoiko Dake

Sekai wa Koi ni Ochiteiru

Happy Synthesizer

SAKURA Skip

Miku Miku ni Shite Ageru

Kimagure Romantic

Fantastic future

Soul Refrain

Hacking to the Gate

ETERNAL BLAZE

Guren no Yumiya

The Everlasting Guilty Crown

Red fraction

Shin Ai

A Cruel Angel’s Thesis

This game

Believe in my existence

Six Trillion Years and Overnight Story

Sugar Song to Bitter Step

1, 2 Fanclub

Silhouette

Happy Summer Wedding

Himawari no Yakusoku

Romeo

Koi wa Chaos no Shimobe Nari

Dragon Night

fantastic dreamer

Hare Hare Yukai

Taiyou wa Iwaku Moeyo Chaos

None in particular.

Question 7: Please tell us any songs you’d like us to cover in the future. (Multiple suggestions are okay.)

Question 8: Please tell us any artists you’d like us to cover in the future. (Multiple suggestions are okay.)

Question 9: Please tell us any content, animation, or game you want us to collaborate with in the future. (Multiple suggestions are okay.)

Question 10: Please tell us up to 3 event stories that you liked.

Sakura Blooming Party!

Connecting Thoughts, Incomplete Song

Happy Phantom Thief and the Luxury Cruise

Rimi’s Gift of Song

Searching for Stars

As Evening Clears

Run Away Rabbits!

Past Aspirations & Pastel Futures

The Impromptu Wedding Dress

Don’t leave me, Lisa!!!!

Wish Upon a Tanzaku

Tomoe SOS! Ako’s Grand Nursing Operation

When the Flowers Bloom

Happy Summer Vacation!

Overlapping Beats: The Fireworks Festival

The 6th Member of Afterglow

The Name of the Rose that Blooms in Eden

Hello, My Happy World

Pasupare Expedition: Idol Conquerors of a Deserted Island

In My Heart, It’s Always Halloween!

Umbrella for the Sudden Autumn Rain

The Teary Smile Anchor

Mismatched!? Silly Sweets Classroom

Welcome to Eve’s Home Party

Someday, My Words Will Reach You ~Lisa’s Lyrics~

HAPPY Poppin’ Xmas

Azure, Sparkle Like a Star

Little Smile Step

New Year, Foreboding Fortune

FUN! FUN! CiRCLING FIVESTAR!

Neo Fantasy Online -The Journey-

Dotabata Happy Valentine

My First Winter Sports!?

What a Wonderful World!

A White Day Musical Basked in a Fleeting Fragrance

Backstage Pass

Dash! A Journey in the Evening Shadows

Freshly Blooming Largo

My Spirit Won’t Yield, Burning Bushido

Fair and Square! Fluffy Character Championship

Double Rainbow

Girls Anthology

Neo-Aspect

Beatin’ in the Rain

The Cursed Well and the School’s Ghost

Once More Luminous

On Sunday, We Got Separated at the Park

None in Particular

Question 11: Please tell us up to 3 costume designs, and event gachas that you liked. (The bolded terms are gacha names for the respective events.)

Sakura Blooming Party! (Hanasakigawa’s Sakura)

Connecting Thoughts, Incomplete Song (A Songstress Awakens)

Happy Phantom Thief and the Luxury Cruise (Detective Kokoro)

Rimi’s Gift of Song (Presents for You)

Searching for Stars (Starlight Journey)

As Evening Clears (Memories of Scarlet Skies)

Run Away Rabbits! (Tea Time in Wonderland)

Past Aspirations & Pastel Futures (White Beginnings)

The Impromptu Wedding Dress (Wedding Day)

Don’t leave me, Lisa!!!! (Elegant Roses)

Wish Upon a Tanzaku (Twinkling Milky Way)

Tomoe SOS! Ako’s Grand Nursing Operation (Rockin’ Nurse)

When the Flowers Bloom (Flowers and Butterflies)

Happy Summer Vacation! (Ocean-blue Summer Skies)

Overlapping Beats: The Fireworks Festival (Kira Kira! Starmine)

The 6th Member of Afterglow (Haunted High Schooooool!!!!!)

The Name of the Rose that Blooms in Eden (Sonata of Blue & Crimson)

Hello, My Happy World (MISAKI in da house!!!)

Pasupare Expedition: Idol Conquerors of a Deserted Island (Doki Doki!? Idol Survivor)

In My Heart, It’s Always Halloween! (One Night Magic)

Umbrella for the Sudden Autumn Rain (Rainy Blue Rose)

The Teary Smile Anchor (Cheerful! Sports Festival)

Mismatched!? Silly Sweets Classroom (Sweet Suite)

Welcome to Eve’s Home Party (Natural Wind)

Someday, My Words Will Reach You ~Lisa’s Lyrics~ (The Sunset’s Smiling Star)

HAPPY Poppin’ Xmas (Bright Chrismas)

Azure, Sparkle Like a Star (Frosty Twinkle Blue)

Little Smile Step (Polar Aurora)

New Year, Foreboding Fortune (Sunrise of Youthfulness)

FUN! FUN! CiRCLING FIVESTAR! (Shining Dream Stage)

Neo Fantasy Online -The Journey- (Our Party’s Journey)

Dotabata Happy Valentine (Heart-rending Chocolate)

My First Winter Sports!? (White Snow Fairy)

What a Wonderful World! (Pastel＊Bloom Girls)

A White Day Musical Basked in a Fleeting Fragrance (The Beauty of a Noble White)

Backstage Pass (GIRLS BAND LIFE!)

Dash! A Journey in the Evening Shadows (Rockin' Western Girl)

Freshly Blooming Largo (~Newly Composed Score~ Melodious)

My Spirit Won’t Yield, Burning Bushido (Samurai Hearts for Troubled Times)

Fair and Square! Fluffy Character Championship (Fuwa Fuwa Gao! Happy Monster)

Double Rainbow (Sparkling Momentary Bridge)

Girls Anthology (Go Go Stoooooria!)

Neo-Aspect (Melodious Gears)

Beatin’ in the Rain (Roaring Rimshot)

The Cursed Well and the School’s Ghost (Hard-Boiled Detective)

Once More Luminous (Colorful Radiant Road)

On Sunday, We Got Separated at the Park (Tanabata Nostalgia)

None in Particular

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raimbowpuppy · 2 years

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Hi!!! I'm soda, pippi, kibbles, or jodie ^_^

run by 2 system alters including subsys. no caregiver

small age 4-9!! big age 21 :3 please only use fizz/fizzes or pup/pups!

i like my little pony, spongebob, littlest pet shops, blues clues, princess movies on vhs, the wiggles, furbies, boomerang (channel), playdoh, dolls, legos, stuffies!!!, stim toys... i wanna get into bluey :3

dni if you are an 18+ only / kink blog, ddlg, abdl, s*xualise agere, transmed truscum terf radfem, anti-mogai, anti endo, everything else is unlisted I'll just block when uncomfy!!! please don't swear around me and don't show me anything you wouldn't show a preschooler!

tag system:

#rb - reblogs

#bark babbles - my posts

#friends - stuffies, critters in media, friends!

#sweet words - motivation, comfort, most words rly

#cute stuff - cute things of any sort

#stimmies - stim stuff of any kind, vaguely

#food - food (for blacklists)

#resources - banners dividers etc

#using - see the credit for stuff i use! (i can sometimes lose credit so if something is yours, don't be mean, just tell me nicely and I'll credit u!)

#dont rb unless promoing ^_^#bark babbles

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thunderfcknroad · 6 years

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Theres a scene in a pippi langkous film where there is a masssive group of kids staring in the window of a sweet shop and pippi goes in and buys basically the whole shop and shares it with the children and i think about it a lot

#idk why but ive literally thought abiut it like 4 times today #ishe eats strawberry laces which are a high fav #the jeffrey chronicles

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dorkarts · 7 years

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Drew out a little sequence from a roleplay I take part in! [I play Krupp, and @outfightingtigers plays Professor P.] Context is Pippy grocery shopping with Krupp, and well, he got pretty brave throwing a bunch of stuff in Krupp’s cart;fancy breads,delis,cheeses basically things that would remind him of his sweet homeland. After a bit of bickering with the two he was finally asked how exactly he plans to pay for his items. So he takes out his phone to check his bank’s balance and realizes he mayyy be a bit short of luxury snacks. So he plays it pretty cool from there of course..... In the end Krupp does pay for said items, and may have spoiled him a bit with a new suit as well...👌💖

#my art #captain underpants #these are surprisingly a lot of fun to draw #lemm kno if you guys wanna see more of these B)b #kruppy rp #outfightingtigers

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pippytmi · 7 years

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@brewubsu requested 5 + pippy/tmi for one hundred ways to say i love you - thank you so much!!

There's a head resting on her chest.

It takes a moment to register the unfamiliar weight, the warmth of the body pressed against hers. It even takes a minute to realize the sheets she's tangled in aren't hers. The ceiling is higher than hers, gray where it should be white, and Pippy takes a moment to stare up at it blankly before she remembers she hadn't gone home last night.

Tara shifts in her sleep, drawing Pippy's attention down to the woman sleeping against her shoulder. She looks serene while asleep, lips almost quirked into a smile, one arm stretched casually over Pippy's waist and the other hanging off the bed; it's so domestic that, for a second, Pippy panics.

She rolls out from under Tara as gently as she can. Tara sighs, stretching over the space Pippy left, burrowing her cheek against a pillow; thankfully, all while asleep. She's adorable and the way she looks—messy hair, sheets riding low on her bare back—it's a sight Pippy has to work to tear herself away from.

Is she really being that person? Running when things get too serious? Pippy pulls on yesterday's pants and helplessly looks around for her bra, but she's sure it was thrown somewhere far away last night; it takes her long enough to yank on her jeans, so she forgoes the bra.

She throws on her shirt and not to think too hard about it as she slips out of Tara's bedroom, shutting the door behind her as quietly as possible. It's not really sneaking out, is it? Does it count if she locks up after herself? She gets her shoes from their spot by the door, trying to remember where she left her purse.

Before she starts that hunt, she checks under Tara's front mat—just as expected, the spare key is right there. Predictable, just like Tara tends to be. Safe, ordinary—just like Tara.

Tara, who is Pippy's girlfriend. Tara, who is awkward and beautiful and makes bad jokes. Tara, who just last night dropped the biggest bombshell of all—that she told her parents about her relationship, and now they won't speak to her. Tara, who Pippy has been dating for only six months.

But it doesn't feel like it's been six months. Pippy doesn't remember the last time she was in a relationship that felt like this; everything still feels exciting, new, and every day she falls more and more in—oh no. No, no, no, they've never said the L word before. She can't think about this now, not when she's trying to sneak out and sort through this mess of feelings and—

"Pippy?"

Pippy whirls around, spare key still in hand, mouth opening and closing wordlessly as Tara stares back at her, confused. Tara looks like she's thrown on clothes in a rush to come outside of her room, button-up shirt only halfway done and slipping off her shoulder, hair thrown in up in a makeshift bun that sags lower than it should.

"Tara!" Pippy blurts. "I-I didn't mean to wake you."

Her heart is racing and she doesn't know what to say—what to do—because Tara is just standing there, staring. Tara doesn't look hurt, not exactly, but when she smiles in that tense, awkward way of hers it's definitely not out of happiness.

"I'm sorry, I just—I heard you open the front door? It's not that quiet, see," Tara says, "and I know we walked here from that club yesterday, so I was worried, um, that you were going to like..."

"...steal your car?" Pippy suggests.

Tara laughs, sheepishly. "Actually, my car's in the shop," she admits. "I was worried—well, that you'd walk home. By yourself. So I wanted to get you before you left so I can go too! Unless you don't want me to, or if you have something to do, or..."

"Tara," Pippy interrupts. "You're rambling."

Tara flushes. "Right. Sorry," she says. "That came out way smoother in my head. Anyway! I'll walk you home. If you want."

Pippy feels so guilty all of a sudden that she can't stand it. Here she is, being an asshole and sneaking out after the first night she stays over at her girlfriend's, and Tara is being so sweet and nice and it's just unfair how she can make offering to walk Pippy home sound like she's offering the world.

"I live pretty far, actually," Pippy says, and she regrets it the instance Tara's face falls. "But, um," she surges on, "I could really use some company walking back to the club. I left my car there last night."

"That sounds...good." Tara smiles much more genuinely, and God, Pippy can't believe she almost ran from this woman.

Maybe it's enough, she thinks, to let this play out. To see where this goes.

"I do have to get back quickly though, or else my brother's going to wonder where I'm at," Pippy says, apologetically. She wants nothing more than to cross the room and kiss Tara—wants nothing more than to go sink back into bed with her, make breakfast, think of all the things she's still a little too afraid to say—but Rosie's likely already waiting for her at the lab.

"Right, yeah, we should go. Just let me get my shoes and—"

"Tara?"

"Yeah?"

"You should maybe put some pants on first."

"Pants...pants are always a plus, you're right," Tara says, running a hand through her hair and wandering back in the direction of her room, bewildered at how she missed that.

Pippy shuts the front door and leans against it, watching Tara leave, spinning the spare key between her fingers absentmindedly. She could get used to this, actually.

#i LOVE exploring their relationship before they got engaged this was so much fun to write!!#thank you sooo much i love u and ur prompts <33 i'll get the second one up tomorrow!#izwood #pippy x tmi #rosewood #brewubsu #i need a fic tag

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fallen029 · 7 years

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Firsts.12

"I cannot believe that you live off this stuff."

"Why can't you believe that?" Bickslow asked as he and Lisanna walked along, each with a large paper bag in their hands loaded down with groceries. Err, less groceries and more cupcakes, cookies, candy, and anything else remotely sweet. "You know that I don't cook. So I buy things that I don't need to cook."

"Bickslow, you're gonna, like, die of a sugar overload," she said.

"What? Nah."

"Yeah," she insisted. "This is probably why you're always so hyped up. You have too much sugar in you. I bet you'd, like, crash or something if you went a day without any of this stuff."

"No," he said, shaking his helmeted head. "When I'm out on jobs, I ain't got nothing sweet and I'm fine."

"I bet you're super annoying though. Grumpy and stuff."

"Me? Grumpy? Lissy, have you met me?"

"I've met this you," she said. "But- Hey, isn't that Laxus?"

Turning, Bickslow glanced across the road to the man her girlfriend was pointing out. Sure enough, it was Laxus, who had his own sack of groceries. The problem though was that the bag had ripped and all of the stuff had spilled everywhere.

Needless to say, as they walked over there, they heard the utmost of colorful language. A woman walking by with her young son took to throwing her hands over the boy's ears and giving Laxus a look. He only snarled at her until she scurried off.

"Laxus," Lisanna greeted as she got to him. "Need some help?"

"No, I do not need fucking-" He stopped when he saw who it was, looking up at their approach. Bickslow's dolls had taken to circling around his head and, when the man raised his hand, their master got spooked and yelled for them to get back. Laxus only frowned.

"I was just going to do this," he grumbled, reaching out to pat Lisanna on the head, his usual greeting. "Not shoot lightening at them or something."

"Oh," Bickslow said as Lisanna sat her own sack of groceries down and began gathering up the few of Laxus' that had spilled.

"Here," she said, going to put them in her own sack. "We'll help you out. Where were you going? Your apartment?"

"No," Laxus said slowly. "Your house."

"You shop for Mirajane?" Bickslow took to snickering.

"Don't you always say that shopping is woman's work?" Lisanna asked, taking to giggling too. That time when Laxus flexed, they both knew what he was doing.

"Ah, no, Laxus, we were just-"

"It was a joke!"

And that's how Poppo got turned into apple (Lisanna was insisted that Bickslow buy something healthy) for the duration of their trip to the Strauss household.

"I can't believe that he shot my babies," Bickslow complained as, after dropping Laxus and all his stuff off, they headed back home. "I mean, seriously."

"You know that he can't take teasing."

"Yeah, I know."

When they got home, Lisanna went to work putting all the groceries away while Bickslow went to work making Poppo a new body.

"Papa needs a new diet," Lisanna complained to the dolls as she began putting away all of his different packs of cookies and stuff. "Don't you think?"

"Think," Puppu repeated as he came to rest on her head. "Think."

"Lisanna," Pappa was complaining as he dashed around, annoyed that Puppu was in his spot. "Lisanna."

She only ignored them though as she finished with the groceries. "I think, though, that the only way to get him to eat something other than this junk is if I make him something. Did you know that? I can cook."

"Lisanna can cook," Pippi agreed, zipping around the kitchen at a fast speed. He almost hit her, but luckily she dodged him.

"Be careful, Pippi," she complained, heading then into the living room. "Honestly."

When she sat down on the couch, Pappa dove quickly for her lap, as if to best Puppu.

"Lisanna," the doll said as she only sighed slightly. It was like taking care of five children. Five annoying children. They were all in constant need of attention. Pretty much like Bickslow.

"Alright, the paint just has to dry," the man said some time later when he came out of the bedroom. "Then you got a new body, Poppo."

The apple was still dashing around and, fearful that he'd hit a wall or something and get smashed apple bits everywhere, Bickslow went to grab him.

"You go sit with Lissy too, huh?" he said, setting him in her lap. The other dolls were over there then, resting close to her. "'fore you break something."

He sat with her as well, Bickslow did. Lisanna only smiled as he threw an arm around her.

"So what else is on the agenda for today?' she asked him. "Now that we went to the store?"

"Before Poppo got broke, I thought that we'd go train a little."

"I thought you and Freed usually train in the morning?"

"Not me and Freed, Lissy. Me and you."

"Me and you?" she repeated.

"Me and you?" the babies chirped.

"Yeah." Bickslow reached out to poke her nose gently. "Me and you. Don't you ever train?"

"Sure. With Elf. But I'm not… I mean, you probably train a lot harder than me. I bet-"

'Then I'll do your training as my warm up," he said with a slight shrug. "Open with a run, spar some. That your usual workout?"

"Well, running is a little harsh," she said. "I mean-"

"Never mind," he sighed. "If you don't wanna-"

"No," she insisted then, feeling something come over her. She knew how Bickslow was. He thought that weak people weren't worth his time. You had to be the best of the best to be a part of the Thunder Legion. Or his girlfriend, she figured. "We can train. I'll do whatever you want."

Frowning slightly, he glanced down at her. "You don't gotta, Lissy. Me and the babies, we just-"

"We can go for a run," she told him. "How far do you usually run?"

When he told her, Lisanna's jaw about hit the ground. Noticing this, he only shrugged.

"You just run till you can't, huh? And I'll be with you the whole way," he said. "Then we'll go from there."

So when Poppo's new body finally dried, they headed to the Strauss house so Lisanna could change into something to work out in. They ran into Laxus, who was in the kitchen, making something.

"You can't eat here tonight," he told Lisanna gruffly as they came in through the backdoor. When he saw who she was with, he frowned. "Never mind. Stay."

"I'm not running whatever weird dinner thing you're doing for Mirajane, Laxus," she told him as Bickslow went to go get a glass of water in preparation for their workout. The babies all stayed far away from Laxus though, as none of them wanted to get struck again.

"No, you can," he insisted. "In fact, stay home. And Bickslow? Get out."

"Yes, sir." He turned to head for the door. "Come on, babies. Let's-"

"Bickslow," Lisanna complained. "Honestly?"

"Lisanna, he has shown that he has no problem with breaking their bodies. I might have a bunch in case of emergencies, but what if he keeps shattering them? Huh? Then I run out and have to go out and buy more? Then what? Then-"

'If you shoot one of the babies, Laxus, I'll tell Mirajane," Lisanna threatened before starting out of the room. "And I'm going back home with Bickslow tonight."

"Are not," he grumbled.

"Are too. And we're totally going to-"

"Lisanna!" Bickslow complained as Laxus glared at him. "Knock it off!"

When she got to her bedroom, she was quick to change before heading out. She didn't really want Laxus to hurt any of the dolls. Or her boyfriend for that matter. When she got back to the kitchen though, she found it to be empty, save her sister's boyfriend, who was sticking something in the oven.

"Uh, Laxus?"

Grunt.

"Where's Bickslow?"

"I made him wait outside."

"Laxus-"

"You don't gotta eat dinner with him tonight," he grumbled. "You can eat with me and Mira, if you wanna. I-"

"He's my boyfriend, Laxus."

"…Haven't you ever heard of abstinence?"

"Laxus-"

He only huffed, glancing back at her. "What are you two idiots doing anyways? Right now?"

"We're going to workout together."

Snort. Then he glanced out the glass backdoor, staring at Bickslow who was out there, jumping around in no doubt excitement over working out.

"You know, you were the one talking about how you had all these other guys for me to date," Lisanna said softly, watching him.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't want them sleeping with you either."

"Why does it bother you so much?"

"I don't know," he grumbled. "It just does. And Bickslow's… I just don't like it."

"You sound like Elf."

That got another snort. Then Laxus went back to chopping some vegetables.

"Stay away from the house tonight then," he told her. "Don't care. I'm making up with your sister. I already told your brother the same thing."

"Making up?'

"Don't play. You know that we haven't been… That the past few days we've been fighting."

"That for the past week you've been a jerk?"

"Lisanna-"

"So you're making her dinner?"

"Of course. She won't come over to my apartment, so I figured when she got off, if I surprised her with dinner and was all attractive and shit, she'll have to forgive me."

Lisanna blinked. "Attractive?"

He nodded. "She likes it when I'm in my undershirt and-"

"Ew, ew, ew. I don't wanna hear about you and-"

"And you think I do you and Bickslow? No. So stop talking about it and I won't mention this again." His back was to her, but she was pretty sure he was as red in the face as she was. "Deal?"

"Deal."

When she got outside to Bickslow, he immediately tossed his arms around her.

"I thought he had, like, locked you away or something," he said.

"Well, you were the one that was so willing to just ditch me."

"A lot of things went into that decision, Lissy."

"And you decided upon all of them in less than a minute?"

"My brain runs at, like, a thousand mile per minute. Swear."

"I believe you," she said as he only released her before moving to tap the pendant resting above her breasts gently. After giggling, she said, "Now let's go for this run, huh?"

"Kid, next time just tell me that I'm pushing you too far."

"I'm fine," Lisanna mumbled against the cool sheets of his bed. "Peachy. That? That was hardly a workout. I… Bickslow?"

"Hmmm?" He only stood over the bed, staring down at his girlfriend.

"Can you get me some aspirin or something?"

"Sure, kid."

Lisanna only sighed, rolling slowly onto her back. While they had been out there, working out, she'd more or less reached her usual limit. But she'd decided to push herself. Because how bad could it get?

…But then she pushed herself even more. And more. And more. And then, well, she kinda just gave out.

Bickslow thought it was real funny at first. They had been sparring and, when he swept her legs out from under her and she fell, he'd only taken her fall as one of her normal ones. She'd actually been taken down by him every time previous. But then she just laid out there in the empty field and didn't move.

"Get up," he'd said. "Lissy?"

So she did. Again. And again. And even when he wanted to race back to the house, still full of an amazing amount of energy, she went along with him. Because how could she say no? And be weak? He was only sweating a little and she was beyond exhausted, but he valued strength.

She wanted him to value her.

When they got to the apartment, she just went and dropped onto the bed, planning on never getting up again.

"Here you go, Lissy." He was back then, with a glass of water and two pills. When she took them, he only said, "Me and the babies are all keyed up now, huh? So we're gonna go workout some more."

"'kay."

"You need me to do anything for you?"

"Nope."

He grinned at her then. "You did great today. Really. And tomorrow will be even better?"

She didn't have the heart to tell him that there wouldn't be a tomorrow.

When Bickslow got back home that night, it was to find Lisanna in the bathroom, soaking in the tub. He only went in there as well.

"I brought you some takeout," he told her simply as she sat in the water, hardly glancing at him. "I already ate though, so your stuffs in the kitchen when you want it."

She was about to say alright…until he started stripping down too.

Lisanna only stared straight ahead as Bickslow slowly moved to get into the cramped tub with her. They'd had sex, fine, slept in bed together naked, okay, but they'd never bathed together. Ever.

But he had no qualms about it, so she tried to put it out of her mind. He only sunk into the water with a slight sigh.

"I like showers," he told her then. "But this is nice too."

The awkward moment didn't come, really, until Lisanna got out of the bathtub and he stayed in. She felt odd, being so stark naked in front of him for some reason, but Bickslow had taken to washing at that point and only stole a few glances at her.

"Food's on the counter, Lissy," he called out to her after she was toweled off and dressed.

"Thanks."

The babies were waiting for her out in the living room. She was used to her muscles being sore, like, a day after doing something strenuous, but at the moment, the pain was immediate and she wasn't up for them slamming into her.

"Enough," she sighed as they took to their usual greeting, which involved pelting her with their bodies. "Please."

After getting the takeout box from the kitchen and heating it up a little, she took it back with her to the living room where she collapsed on the couch.

"Lisanna," the babies cried, landing all around her. "Lisanna."

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Meow, meow," Poppo told her, as he had since she transformed into her cat animal spirit earlier in the day, when her and his papa were sparring. "Meow, meow."

"I agree, Poppo."

Bickslow was coming out of the bathroom then, only in a pair of boxers, and nodded his head approvingly.

"Lissy is a very attractive cat," Bickslow said. "The little ears, the paws. Very sexy."

"Meow, meow."

"Meow," his master repeated. Lisanna only rolled her eyes.

"We're not doing anything tonight, Bickslow," she told him as he came over to the couch, lifting her feet so he could sit down before dropping them back in his lap. "I'm too-"

"It's cool, kid," he said as he began to mess with her foot. She thought he was trying to tickle it and tried to kick away, but he held tight. "Just relax, huh? Me and the babies, we shouldn't have run you so ragged. I could tell you were tired, but I kept it up. I'm sorry."

"I'm not some frail person, Bickslow," she told him with a frown. "I'm a mage. I-"

"I know, Lissy. But still."

She wanted to argue, but, well…what he was doing to her feet did feel rather nice. And she was kinda tired. So she let him continue as she only sat there, eating, as the Poppo kept meowing, Pappa was whining that Pippi and Peppe was in his other spot, on her tummy, and Puppu rested on Bickslow's shoulder, ignoring the other dolls as his papa just kept messaging her feet.

They must have spent an hour or so doing that, just killing time. Eventually they all moved to the bedroom, where Pappa immediately took to snuggling up to her before the other dolls could. She only rolled her eyes though, watching as Bickslow crawled into bed as well.

"I think Pappa's jealous."

"Aw, he just likes you, that's all. Huh, Pappa? You just like Lissy, don't you?"

"Don't you?" the other dolls seemed to mock.

"Like Lissy," Pappa agreed, unabashed. "Like Lissy."

"That's okay," he assured his doll as he snuggled up to Lisanna as well, making the woman giggle. "I like her too."

"You sure are perky today."

"No more than usual," Mirajane told Erza as she sat a plate of food in front of the other woman. The red head only eyed her suspiciously from her spot at the bar.

"Is that so?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Because you've been humming incessantly this entire time-"

"She's just happy that Laxus and her made up last night."

The two women glanced up as they were joined by Mira's younger sister, who practically fell into one of the stools at the bar.

"Hi, Lisanna," Mira greeted, giggling slightly at her words. "And what do you know about that then, hmmm?"

"I saw Laxus going shopping, before, and stopped by the house to get some stuff while he was cooking," she sighed as she moved to rest her head against the bar. Frowning then, Mirajane reached out to pat her on the head.

"You okay? You're not sick or anything, are you?"

"No," she sighed. "Just tired."

"From?" Erza prompted, staring worriedly down at her as well.

"Bickslow."

Erza's face turned about the shade of her hair then as Mirajane only blinked.

"L-Lisanna-"

"I mean…" She was blushing then too, sitting up slightly. "We were training yesterday. That's all. And I might have pushed it a little."

"O-Oh," Erza said, glancing at Mirajane who only let out a soft sigh. "He trains hard then, I take it?"

"Very," she said, making a face before resting her head against the bar again. "And I only wanted to keep up. But ugh, he's too much for me."

Giggling then, Mirajane reached out to pat her sister on the head one last time.

"He is quite energetic," Erza agreed.

"Very," she sighed. "Though I think that has more to do with what he eats."

"What do you mean?" Mira asked.

"All he eats is, like, sugary stuff. Constantly."

"Makes sense," she agreed before going to get her sister a glass of water. She always refused to serve her alcohol for whatever reason. Ugh. Everyone loved when Mira worked, but Lisanna far preferred Kinana.

"I wanted to, like, make him dinner or something," she said then. "But I wouldn't know what to make him."

"What does he like?"

"Anything, I think," she told her sister. "He just kinda shovels food in his mouth."

More giggles. Then Mirajane said, "My lunch break is in an hour. What if we go to the store and we can find something you can make him?"

"I want to do it myself, Mira. Like Laxus did for you."

"You can," she assured her. "I'll just help you pick some stuff out. That's all."

So that's what they did. And Lisanna felt kinda bad about running Mira's break, but her big sister only assured her that it was fine. She even helped her carry the groceries back to Bickslow's apartment.

"He already gave you a key?" Mira asked, shocked.

"No," Lisanna sighed. "He just never locks the door."

Widening her eyes, she said, "Perhaps you should keep that quiet, hmmm?"

When they got into his place, Mirajane helped her younger sister start on the meal before giving her a few instructions and heading back into work. It was the first time she'd been in Bickslow's place and, against Lisanna' better judgment, she let Mira look around some.

"I just have to make sure that you're, you know, safe here."

"By peeking into his bathroom?"

"Well, I thought you'd yell at me if I went through his dresser drawers."

"Mira, get out!"

Once she was finally alone in the apartment, Lisanna set out on making the meal. It wasn't hard. In fact, it was already cooking in the oven by the time Bickslow showed up.

"What smells?" he asked as the babies dove towards the couch where she was sitting, reading a book.

"I made you something."

"Ah, cool!" He was excited immediately, closing the door behind him. "Is it a cake? Cookies? Ice cream?"

"Who bakes ice cream, Bickslow?"

He only stood there, knocking his helmet off his head as he stared at her.

"What is it? A pie?"

"I made us dinner, silly," she told him. "So calm down."

"Dinner, huh?" He went to set his helmet down on the coffee table before joining her on the couch. "What sorta dinner?"

"A casserole."

"Hmmm. And there's no cake?"

"Bickslow-"

"Anyhow," he said as he moved to take her book from her hands, ignoring the woman's protests as he sat it near his helmet. "Me and the babies had a good workout. You think that you'll wanna go with us tomorrow, maybe?"

"No," she complained. "Yesterday was enough for me. Just like I told you."

"Aw, Lissy." He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her from reaching out to grab that pesky book again. "I won't work you out so hard again. I promise."

"Bickslow-"

"We'll just go for a little run, yeah? And then only do some sit-ups and pushups. Then-"

"Do you really think I'm weak?"

He frowned at that as the babies who were in her lap only repeated the question.

"Think she's weak?" they asked Bickslow. "Papa?"

"No," he said, frowning. "What is it with you and that word, huh? I have never said that, Lisanna."

"I just-"

"You're as strong as you need to be, kid." He nuzzled against her neck. "I just like training with someone. And I like you. So common sense would lead to me to putting two and two together."

"I just don't see us as compatible. To work out together."

"But it's like I told you, kid. I'll workout with you until you get tired, then I'll just go on without you. Like the first day."

"Yeah, but won't that annoy you? That I'm-"

"You ain't gotta be as strong as me. Or workout as much as me. Have as much stamina or whatever. Me and the babies don't care none. Do we, babies?"

"No," they all agreed as Pappa took to the air to land on her head, apparently not liking have to share her lap with the others. "No, Papa."

"The princess can't be stronger than the knight anyhow," he told her softly as he rested his forehead against the side of hers. "Else she wouldn't need him."

That night when they finally got down to eating, Lisanna found that it didn't matter what she made Bickslow. He engulfed it with the same gusto as he did everything.

"Slow down," she complained as they sat with their legs crossed on his bed together, their plates of food between them. "You're gonna choke. And don't you ever just enjoy anything?"

"It's great, Lissy," he said after swallowing what was in his mouth. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his glass of water off the night stand. "Real great."

"I spent all that time on it, Bickslow. You could at least-"

"I do like it. It tastes good," he insisted. "What do you want me to do? Savor it?"

"Well, I wouldn't hate it."

He only grinned though as the babies all around laughed.

"Don't get all girly on us now," he warned. "And besides, I'm glad that you made it for me. You can cook for me for the rest of your life, if you wanna."

"Trust me, I don't."

'That's okay too. Just this once was great. Anything else would just be overkill."

"You're so stupid."

"Maybe," he agreed making her smile. He could always do that. No matter how annoyed she was with him, just a few words from his mouth and she'd be grinning again like it was nothing.

Just then though, there was a knock at the front door, running their moment.

"Is that a delivery man with my cake?"

"There is no cake," Lisanna complained as Bickslow rushed to the door. "I never even mentioned one. You did."

"Bet it's our cake, babies."

"There isn't a-"

But then he was at the door and opening it…only to find a weeping Elfman.

"Is Lisanna here?" the man asked through tears. "I need to see her."

"Lissy," Bickslow called as he took a step back then, letting the man in. But she had already heard, all the way from the bedroom, and was rushing in to find out what was up.

"Elf," she said as she rushed to his side, Bickslow's babies following. "What's going on? Are you hurt? Is Mirajane? What?"

"It's Evergreen," he sobbed as she took to grabbing one of his arms and pulling him over to the couch.

"Ever?' Bickslow seemed shocked as he shut the front door. "She's hurt? Where's she at? Where-"

"No," he wailed. "It…it… She kicked me out!"

Lisanna blinked before her shock made her sit down on the couch as well.

"Come again?" she asked as Bickslow only took to frowning at the man.

"We got into a fight again," Elfman insisted. "And she kicked me out. But when I tried to go home, Laxus was there, again, and said that he and Mirajane couldn't go back to his place for some reason and that I wasn't allowed in the house. I was going to fight him, but he told me that it didn't matter. If I stayed, he'd still…still…"

"Still what?" Bickslow asked.

"Still…" He glanced at Lisanna before blushing slightly. "You know. Still do…naughty things to Mira even if I was around. And that they'd be real loud about it!"

Apparently, the deal was only between Lisanna and Laxus, Elfman not being included.

Lisanna shared his blush. "Well, why'd you come here?"

"'cause I don't have nowhere to go. And I guess I could stay in a motel, but then Ever would think I was with a woman and then we'll just keep fighting and-"

"You wanna stay here?" she asked in shock. "Elfman-"

"You can have the couch," Bickslow said then making his girlfriend glance at him. He only shrugged. "There's some casserole in the kitchen too. Just don't mess anything up."

"O-Okay," Elfman said slowly. Then the tattooed man took to snickering.

"I'm just messing with you. Mess anything up you want! It's a free-for-all!" Then, after his babies got excited and started laughing too, Bickslow sobered. "But there is one rule."

"What's that?"

"You gotta train with me in the morning, since Lissy's too tired. Deal?"

Elfman glanced at his sister, but she only shrugged.

"Deal," Elfman said.

"Great." Then Bickslow headed off to his bedroom before returning with his plate. "I'mma get some more casserole, Lissy. You better come get your share, Elfman, before I eat it all."

"Bickslow," Lisanna hissed as, after making sure Elfman was okay, they both went to his bedroom. "What was that?"

"I don't know, Lissy. You're the one that made it, not me. I thought you said it was cass-"

"Not the food, Bickslow. With Elfman," she clarified. "Why were you being so nice to him?"

"Because," he said with a shrug. "I know what it's like to be intimidated by both Ever and Laxus. More Laxus than Ever, but she's pretty dang scary too."

"Yeah, but-"

"It's one night, Lisanna," Bickslow said with a shrug as he and the babies went to fall back into bed. "What's the worse that can happen?"

"Uh, gee, Mirajane and Laxus decided to just take over the house and never let me or Elfman live there again?"

"Then you and him could stay here with me and we could all hangout together." He patted the bed. "Now get back over here. Your brother's fine."

Sighing, Lisanna reclaimed her spot before saying, "I hope you know we can't do anything with him here."

"What?"

"Yeah, Bickslow. Duh. He's right outside the door. He'd hear."

"And?"

"And it would be awkward for me," she said, blushing just from the thought. "So no. We can't."

"Hmmm. And it'd be that way if you and him both came to stay with me too?"

"Most certainly."

"Maybe this whole thing ain't gonna work out."

"Surprise, surprise."

"Then it's our job, Lissy, to get him and Ever back together," Bickslow insisted then. "Not tonight though because right now, I just wanna eat this casserole."

"Uh-huh."

"And before, I totally planned on fooling around, but since that's off the table-"

"It never even was on the table, really."

"-I guess I should find something else to do with my night. Hmmm. You think Elfman likes to play cards?"

She only rolled her eyes as the babies came to rest on her head and lap. It would be a long night.

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