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bountydroid · 18 days

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Darlin' pt 2

pt 1 / pt3

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (right now there is nothing romantic, maybe in the future I am undecided.)

Description: Where the reader arguably makes the stupidest decision of her life, following a ghoul who obviously doesn't want her there.

TW: Talk of physical abuse and bad parenting

I stayed there on my knees in the mud for some time. Stunned at the events that just transpired. I had nowhere to go, my wrists were still bound, and I had no weapon. I was truly fucked. I slowly rose to my feet as I looked around. The ghoul took one of the men's guns and Slim's was far too heavy for me to carry. I stumbled my way to the grave to look down inside. Honcho wasn't moving, and if I crawled down in there to get his gun there was no way I was getting out again. I sighed. I thought back to the ghoul. He was my only chance, but he didn't want my help.

I sighed again as I looked down at the chicken before untying her and setting her free. "At least one of us can be free," I said smiling to her before she ran off.

I stood there in the dark weighing my options when my eyes fell to the tracks in the mud. Maybe if I stick close to him, I'll be okay? At least until we reach a town. I would stay out of his way. Ideally, he wouldn't even know I was there.

"You are insane," I said to myself before I started following the tracks in front of me, grabbing Slim's bag on my way past him.

After about a day I was exhausted. I had no idea if I was going in the right direction anymore, I was no tracker and I lost his prints a long time ago. I stopped and bent over, pressing my palms to my knees while trying to catch my breath when I heard a gun cock behind me.

"Now why would you be following me?" The ghoul said behind me. "You must be a special kind of stupid."

I couldn't help the exhausted laugh that bubbled in my throat as I slowly stood up. "I must be. If you killed me right now, it wouldn't make a difference. I'll die on my own anyway." I said still facing away from him, feeling defeated.

There was a long moment of silence before I finally looked behind me. There was no hint of emotion on the ghoul's face.

"Let me follow you until we reach a settlement. I'll stay out of your way. I won't ask you for anything. Please." I begged.

At this, he looked down at my still bound wrists and then back up at my sad face. He sighed as he holstered his gun. "Come here then girl," he said, waving me over.

I tripped over my feet hurrying over to the man, raising my wrists as he took out his knife and cut me free. "Thank you, sir."

At this, it was his turn to laugh. "Sir? Well I'll be damned you are probably the only person left on this godforsaken planet with some manners."

I smiled up at him, I thought maybe he wasn't so scary after all.

"You will be completely silent. No complaining. If you annoy me, I will turn that pretty ass into jerky. Got it?" He said with a serious look on his face.

"Right. I can do that." I whispered looking down at my feet, feeling stupid.

We walked until it was far too dark to continue. I silently collected firewood as he put his bag down on the ground. As I made my way to our makeshift camp I stood in front of him with my arms full of sticks.

"What?" He barked out, obviously annoyed.

"Nothin'" I responded quickly before shuffling away from him embarrassed.

I tried my best to arrange the wood before pulling the flint out of the bag I took off of Slim. A small fire started and I smiled. I was cold from all the mud plastered to the front of me and was relieved to feel the warmth of the fire. I looked over at the ghoul to see him leaning up against a tree with his hat covering his face. I hummed happily as I thought about the arrangement we came up with, although I couldn't help but want to talk to him, the walk has been incredibly boring.

After a while of warming up by the fire, I got comfortable and drifted off to sleep.

I woke with a start. I looked around confused before I realized there was a boot in my side. I looked up at the ghoul hovering above me. "Get up darlin'." He said before walking away. "Time to move."

I quickly jumped up and grabbed my bag before running after him. This was the routine for days. I had honestly lost track of how long I had been following the ghoul. The silent marches from sun up to sun down were starting to get to me. I felt like I was going crazy.

"If my memory serves me well. I can be rid of you by tomorrow morning." He said with a sour tone.

"Okay," I responded quickly. I wanted to say as little as possible so he doesn't make true to his threat.

He looked back at me for a second as he continued to walk. "How did you get yourself into this mess anyway?"

I hesitated to answer, remembering he told me to stay silent. I looked up at him to see him scoff and turn away again.

"I ran away from home. Was on my own for a while before I ran into those idiots. They found me while I was sleeping, I had no chance to escape until you killed them."

"Ran away from home?" He repeated back at me. "That was stupid."

"Well, I'd rather be eaten by a ghoul than continue to be beaten by my father," I responded curtly.

He laughed at this. "Getting feisty aren't we darlin'?"

"Sorry," I responded. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't have." He said with a tone that I couldn't quite figure out.

We walked in silence for what felt like forever, I tried to keep track of time by looking up at the sun but it was a cloudy, cold day. I couldn't help but start to shiver. My feet started to ache terribly, I wanted to ask for a break but I bit my tongue. No complaining had been one of his rules. I didn't want to push my luck with him.

"Stop." He said abruptly, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Wha-" I asked confused.

"Quiet." He interrupted as his hand slowly wrapped around his gun and turned towards me.

Before I had a chance to react the barrel of his gun was next to my face and he shot a round off.

I cried out as my ears rang painfully and I fell to the ground in shock. He said something to me, but I couldn't hear a thing. I held my head as I watched him walk behind me towards a man, dead on the ground. He rummaged through the dead man's pockets, pulling out a couple of caps before walking back towards me.

"A fiend." I thought to myself.

Instead of saying anything he offered me his gloved hand. I hesitantly took it and let him pull me back to my feet. He mumbled something but I couldn't hear it. Not long after this, we made camp again.

The next day, I slowed down a lot, but we were very close to town. I was beyond exhausted and barely had any will to keep going. The distance was growing between us before he finally stopped and whipped around, visibly annoyed.

"Walk faster. Remember what I said about annoying me darlin'." He barked at me.

I stared at him quietly before saying. "Why not just leave me behind, then?"

"Don't tempt me." He grumbled as he roughly grabbed my arm and started dragging me along.

A few minutes later we reached a small settlement. We got a couple of strange looks as he continued to drag me by my arm before finally letting go as soon as he set eyes on a "doctors" office. I just stood there. Unsure what to do now. I was in town, albeit a small one. There were only three buildings and a couple of food stalls. I could do whatever I wanted. I couldn't follow him anymore, that was for certain. I heard a commotion from inside the office, but it wasn't my problem anymore. I slowly wandered away eyeing up the food stands. Dog meat wasn't appetizing, but I hadn't had real food in days. I rummaged around Slim's pack before I found enough caps to buy myself a meal.

I hummed happily as I finished my food, I hadn't realized how hungry I was.

"Well, aren't you a pretty thing?" A man slurred behind me. "How much for your time?"

"I am not a prostitute." I scoffed as I turned around to face him.

"Free then?" He smiled menacingly as he grabbed ahold of me. His grip was so tight that I could feel my arm bruising.

Without thinking I drove the empty skewer in my hand into the man's eye and ran. I heard yelling behind me, but I kept running mindlessly. Before I realized what I was doing, I ran right into the arms of the ghoul as he was exiting the doctor's office.

"What in the hell?" He exclaimed, shocked by my actions before he looked up to see the man following me with blood running down his face.

"That bitch belongs to you? She must be some kind of freak to be with a ghoul." He growled angrily.

I buried my face into the ghoul's chest, afraid to look at his face. I desperately hoped he would take mercy on me once again.

"Well, darlin' you do have some bite to ya." The ghoul laughed while eyeing up the man standing in front of him.

"Give me the girl and get gone." The man spit out.

"Well, that just won't do." The ghoul responded while smirking, obviously amused. "Get behind me darlin'," he whispered quietly as he stared down the thug.

I quickly did as I was told before I heard some more shots ring off, before I knew it, the whole town turned into a shoot-off. I dropped to the ground and crawled into the doctor's office hiding behind the counter next to a very dead doctor.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself looking over at him, wondering what had transpired between him and the ghoul.

I stayed there until I heard a familiar voice yell out. "Anyone else wanna try me? That was fun, but I am itching for a REAL challenge." Only to get silence in return.

I peeked my head around the counter before finally getting up to my feet and shuffling to the doorway. Before I could stick my head out, the ghoul appeared in front of me.

"Thank you," I said smiling shyly up at him.

He stared down at me for a moment before saying, "Come on then. I need to get going if I am going to catch that bounty and Filly ain't far."

"I am coming with you?" I questioned, trying to hide the relief on my face.

"Well, you obviously can't be trusted on your own. Can ya darlin'?" He responded slyly.

"Oh thank you so much. You won't regret this!" I said to him as I grabbed ahold of his sleeve.

He stared down at my fist before looking back up into my eyes. I could see the hesitation on his face. Little did I know, this was the most human contact he had had in a long time, and it stirred something deep within him.

An odd friendship had formed between us, and neither of us knew how to feel about it.

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nikka-v · 1 year

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Apocalypse - Joel Miller x fem! Reader smut

Summary: y/n is raised by Bill and Frank and since they found her they always protected her. Then when two guests arrive, she found a herself crushing on the handsome, older man.

Warnings: nsfw, swearing?, smut, first time (p in v), oral (fem! receiving), age gap! (reader is in her 20s), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys)

Minors DNI, please!!

Hope you like it and I really hope that there won't be many mistakes because I'm not from English speaking country so the grammar is sometimes a bit complicated ♥️

When you first met Joel you were only a child and you technically did not meet him, you just saw him through your window. Bill did not want Tess or Joel to see you or even know about you even though the second thing quickly happened as Frank told them accidentally.

"Have you met any other people around here?" Tess asked Frank who was the only one mainly talking. Bill was his usual self, sitting quietly and carefully watching the two newcomers while slowly drinking his glass of wine.

“Except y/n no. Not even any raiders actually." firstly he did not even realize that he talked about you but Bill quickly shot him a displeasing look. He was extremely protective of you even when you were not his kid. He was the one who found you and brought you home to Frank so he felt the need to protect you all the time.

"y/n? Who is that?" Tess was curious, well who would not be in a world like that when the only 'people' you mainly meet are these undead creatures or people who are trying to rob you? Frank looked at Bill as if he was asking for his permission to tell them about you but even if he shook his head it would not make difference as Frank already started talking.

"She is like our daughter. Well, obviously not by blood but we are raising her like that. Bill found her when he went to see one of the towns a few miles away, it was completely burned but he found there some of the infected hoarding around a small wooden cottage. The parents left their kid there to die because they could not handle taking care of her anymore when she broke her ankle. They even told her that and then said that she will manage on her own better, that the raiders won't kill, they did not think about infected at all." Frank was explaining and surprisingly both Tess and Joel were hanging on to all of his words. "That happened two years ago, she was seven at that time and let me tell you, she was stubborn and had a heart of a fighter, which is making her really hard to raise but we love her. Actually, it would be fun to show her some new people, don't you think?" that question was meant for Bill who quickly rose from the table and shook his head at Frank.

"Not a chance. We do not know these people at all Frank, they will not see her!" Bill was almost screaming at Frank which made him feel really bad later that day but at that moment he thought it would be the only thing stopping him from showing his little girl to some strangers. They did not see you standing near the window, watching the whole situation, carefully so no one would notice you took your small polaroid camera, taking a quick photo of the strangers who were just quietly watching your two guardians arguing. As you looked at the photo and then back at them you felt the man's gaze on you, he could not see you properly, just saw a figure but you quickly hid anyway and stayed hidden until they left, looking at the polaroid photo you took.

You've seen them a few more times but they never saw you, as Bill was strictly against it. So when they stopped coming over you were not that mad but kept the photo anyway, just so you could maybe one day recognize them.

Years went by, during days you helped both Bill and Frank when they needed and later when they fell asleep you disabled the security system and sneaked out. You were walking outside of the fence, waiting for something to happen, for some infected to show or a person to show but for such a long time nothing happened so you kinda started to wish you could go explore other towns and cities. Just to escape the boring life, even though the boring life kept you alive, or at least that's what Frank told you when you confessed to him about your small trips and the wish of going away. He was not angry, that was the difference between Bill and him, Bill would scream and say some nasty stuff but Frank just stared at you blankly and then told you to be careful and take a gun with you. You felt terrible and that's maybe the reason why you stopped thinking about leaving for another few months. Until Joel came at least.

It was one of the calm days, you just celebrated your twenty-second birthday few days ago so you were sitting on a roof with camera that you got from Frank. You got there from the window of your room, watching the area through the scope of your rifle which Bill gave you so you could train shooting and you were surprisingly good. At first, you did not want to believe it, thinking it was maybe just a lost infected but later you realized it was in fact a human being. Actually two of them. Taking your walkie in your hand you quickly informed Bill and Frank who were cooking lunch together.

"Dads? We may have a problem here." you started to call them that when you were twelve. They saved your life and took you in as if you were their kid so it was not a huge surprise that you felt like they were fathers to you.

"What is it y/n? Are you okay?" Bill answered worriedly and you heard him run out. You quickly got down from the roof thanks to a rope you had there from your night walks (a few weeks ago you said to Bill that it was there for emergencies if something happened) and pointed to the horizon where walked the two figures, letting him take your rifle to look through the scope.

"Son of a bitch, get inside y/n and do not come out until I tell you so." you hesitantly looked at Bill who gave you back the rifle and murmured quietly 'please' which made you get back on the roof and to your room. You wanted to know what was going on so you hid behind a curtain and looked through a small hole. You expected Bill to take another gun but he walked closer to the fence, Frank right behind him and opened the gate. Because of the distance, you could not hear what they were telling the other two people but when you took your binoculars to at least look at these people, you recognized them. They were the people from the photo you kept in your nightstand. Joel and Tess. You remembered their name only because Frank told you and you wrote it on the back side of the photo.

"Come in, oh my God Tess, it is so nice to see you again. And the same goes for you Joel." you finally heard Frank's voice as the four of them got closer to the house.

"We are travelling to find Tommy. He's not communicating so we just wanted to stop by and ask if we could stay here one night and tomorrow get going again." Tess explained carefully, probably not to upset Bill but Frank immediately stepped into the conversation.

"Of course, it will not be a problem, right Bill?" he looked at Bill with a stern look which he rarely had to use, mainly because Bill listened to almost everything that Frank wanted.

"Thank you so much, look, we have some new seeds which of course won't be enough to pay for your generosity, but we are willing to give your also some of our supplies and help you with anything you want of course." Tessa was now talking to Bill who just nodded and they all started to walk towards the house again. You leaned towards the window a bit more as you could not see them too much, knocking over a box with some vinyl which you kept in your room. Before you could hide again, Joel's head looked up, making quick eye contact before hiding again. On his face appeared a small smirk as he saw you for a brief moment. He immediately knew who you were.

"No, you can't take her there to meet them." you heard after few minutes Bill's voice behind your door, so you quickly skipped towards them and leaned your ear on it so you would hear the conversation.

"They proved themselves to you many times before, why would they all of sudden do something to us?" Frank was speaking quietly so you barely heard him but they were really close to your room.

"We have not seen them for many years and all of sudden they show up here, that is strange." you tried to remember when you saw them for the last time and it was really a long time ago.

"That is not strange, we were communicating through the radio once in a few months, they are our friends or at least mine, so I am sure it is going to be okay." there was silence behind the door for what felt like few minutes, you already started to think that they left but then a knock on your door startled you, making you jump from the door a bit.

"Yes?" you opened it, seeing Frank who was smiling almost as much as when you first told him to teach you how to play piano.

"We want you to meet someone if you are up for it." it did not take even two seconds for you to nod.

"Yes, of course." Frank led you downstairs, where in the kitchen were sitting the only other people you've ever seen in the house.

"We thought that now when you will be here for the night it would be good to introduce you. This is y/n, the girl I've been telling you about a few years back. Y/N, this is Tess and the grumpy man is Joel." you smiled at them, shaking hands with Tess who smiled at you as well and then when you turned to shake hands with Joel, he was completely and absolutely captivated by you. His lips were parted a little, looking into your eyes as if he saw a miracle. You felt the heat in your cheeks as you smiled at him again and then quickly turned to Frank who was setting up the table meanwhile.

"Can I help you somehow?" you asked him, wishing for him to send you for some stuff but he just shook his head.

"It's all set actually, so no need, but thank you." Frank poured wine into the five glasses on the table and after a few more minutes, when you all sat at the table and were waiting for Bill to bring the food, he brought some fish he caught in the morning that day. The whole time when you were listening to Tess and Frank talking you felt Joel's gaze on you. It was not uncomfortable, not at all, you wanted that man to watch you and maybe even touch you. He was trying so hard not to look at you but he was failing so hard, he just could not help it. You were sitting opposite him, next to Tess so he could pretend to just look at her but actually, it was you and you were aware of that.

"Could you show Joel one of the guest bedrooms? I am going to take Tess to see the garden, so I will show her the other one later." Frank asked you nicely after lunch when Bill was cleaning up alone from the table and then in the kitchen even though both of the guests and you offered your help.

"Sure." that was the only thing you managed to get out of you as you stood up and started walking towards the stairs where you waited for Joel. You could not help yourself but look properly at him, almost scanning him with your eyes.

"Thank you for showing it to me, darling." you had to take a deep breath when he called you that. You basically knew him for only like an hour, so you did not want to show him how attracted you were towards him but let's be honest, after so many years with only your 'fathers' you were horny as fuck and could not handle men affecting properly.

"Here it is, we do not use it normally but the bathroom works and some men's clothes are in the closet, so you can take shower and then change if you want." you tried not to make eye contact by opening the curtains and looking out of the window but after few seconds you looked anyway.

"Thank you again, you really are a good girl." that almost made your knees stop working so you quickly smiled and walked to the door, before saying quick 'bye' and sliding to your own room which was just a few steps from the one where he was. Leaning your back on the door you almost shouted from the feelings that were screaming inside your head.

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For the rest of the day you were in your room, hiding from everyone, mainly the brown-eyed man who made you want to have sex with him so much. You thought that maybe he did not do it on purpose, that maybe you were imagining all these things but that was not true at all. He was thinking about you the whole day when he was helping Bill around the fence and the house. He could not get you out of his head. You were an angel sent from heaven, that's what he thought.

You wished that they would not have to leave the next day and somehow your wishes came true. Tess fell from a ladder when she was trying to help Frank pick fruits from his tree garden. She did not break her ankle but she bruised it really badly so it was hard for her to walk, so they had to stay for another few days. Both you and Frank were thrilled, even though you did not show it that much but Bill was almost ready to kick them out. It was only because you said to him, that you like the company, that he let it be and let them stay longer.

Joel was always trying to be close to you when it was possible. Helping you carry heavy stuff, even though you were more than capable to do it by yourself, sitting next to you at the table and more importantly leaving small touches on your body when walking around. For example, on your waist, as he was walking around you in tight spaces or just leaving his hand on yours for a brief second when you gave him his coffee or some tools when he asked you to bring him something.

It all happened two days before he and Tess were supposed to leave. Everybody was already in their bedrooms sleeping, that's what you thought when suddenly you heard a quiet knock. You were on the roof but the window was opened so you called on whoever was behind the door to come in. When you saw Joel, you almost wished you could jump from the roof because of how much chemistry was built between you two in the previous days. You could not take any more of it. You were planning on telling him everything the next day so if he laughed at you, he would leave the next day and you would not have to see him again for a long time.

"Can I come in?" he asked as if he did not already close the door behind himself and walked closer to the window.

"Sure, you can come out here as well." you offered and watched how he hesitated for a second but then got out of the window and sat next to you. You were wearing only a long shirt and shorts so your naked legs were touching his because he was wearing just shorts and some hoodie which he found in the closet. You immediately felt goosebumps all over your body so you took a sip of a wine which you brought from the kitchen. Bill did not like you to drink alone but what he does not know does not hurt him, right?

"Why are you sitting here?" he asked nonchalantly and drank from the bottle which you handed him. You had to think about what to tell him but the silence between you was comfortable so you were not in a rush with your answer.

"I like when the world is dark and quiet like this. I can freely think about anything, for example, how is the world out of here. It is such a long time since I've been out there with Bill and saw other places." you explained, looking at the moon which came out from behind the clouds. Of course, you've done a fair amount of exploring by yourself but you were curious about bigger cities and other groups.

"The world is beautiful but terrifying out there. Infected are almost like the smallest problem there. Raiders who are killing anyone in their way and doing other bad things." you knew what he meant by that. Both Bill and Frank told you that many raiders would take advantage of finding a girl like you out in the world.

"I would love to see the world, I don't want to be stuck out here. I love Bill and Frank and I know they want the best for me but I just can't stay here my whole life." you were not complaining but you somehow knew that Joel would understand you.

"I get it, I really do, but let's be honest, even if you could fight and shoot like a pro, it is so hard to survive out there by yourself. You can't leave alone." even though you were looking at the sky, you knew that he was watching you. He was so scared that you would be by yourself and some people would come and kill you or hurt you any other way.

"I know, I am not leaving today if that's what you want to hear." he did not say it out loud, but he felt relieved because of that.

"Okay, that's good to hear, I am sure Bill and Frank would be devastated if you left without saying goodbye." he said instead, making you feel a little hurt because you thought that he did not care about you at all and just was thinking about how your 'dads' would feel, but you quickly shook your head when he was not watching you, to make yourself think straight.

"You and Tess are leaving in two days, right? It is nice to see a couple like you." you still were not sure what exactly was the deal between them. Were they a couple? Friends with benefits? Just friends or partners? You were hoping he would correct you.

"Yeah, that's right." again the hurting somewhere close to your heart before he spoke again. "And we are not a couple. There were some moments where we could be called a couple but we are just friends," he added, watching closely your reaction which you tried to hide but you breathed out with relief anyway.

"Okay, sorry if I am snooping too much." he laughed, quietly but you heard it anyway. His hand on which he was leaning was dangerously close to yours and you started to realize that and moved it a bit closer. Just a few millimetres so he would not realize it, but he did. He was studying all of your moves, wanting to know what was going on in your head.

"Don't worry about it, I don't mind." the bottle in your hand was quickly empty so you put it away next to a few other bottles which you hid so Bill would not find out about you drinking alone.

"I will probably head to bed," you said quietly and looked into his eyes while starting to get inside, where you waited for him to get in, and then you closed the window, making sure to close the curtains as well. Joel was watching you curiously and before you realized he was behind you, you stepped back and bumped into him. "I am so sorry!" you quickly turned to him but did not step away and neither did he. Your faces just were just a few centimetres away from each other and his hands gently touched your waist.

"That's okay, actually I really like to have you so close," he whispered, his eyes jumping from your eyes to your lips. But you were the one who broke the distance, connecting your lips to his. Your hands moved from his chest where they were resting to his shoulders and then behind his neck, pulling him closer to you. He immediately kissed you back, not hesitating for even a second his hands moved to your cheeks, holding you as if you wanted to run away.

So many emotions in just one kiss. You could not believe that this was happening and neither did Joel who for a split second thought that it could have been a dream. He dreamed about you almost every night. You, in his bed or in the shower with him, touching him all over and him doing the same before pressing himself against you and fucking you senseless. But then he realized what was happening and pulled you away just a few centimetres, looking straight into your eyes.

"y/n is this your first time doing anything?" you were a bit scared of this question, thinking that if you said 'yes' he would not want to have anything with you.

"Well, yes but I want it." you had to look away so that if he said something bad you would not have to see his face. But he took your chin with his fingers, making you look at him.

"If you really want it, I can give it to you. I would do anything for you. I can not tell how much I wanted this to happen." as he was speaking you felt sort of relieved that he was saying that but still you were a bit scared. No of the act itself or that it would hurt but because he would think that you are bad at it or something but all these worries melted away as he kissed you again. Slowly his hands travelled down your body, searching for the hem of your shirt which you helped him pull over your head. As he saw your naked body with just shorts on, he had to stop himself from hurrying, he wanted to make it nice for you, wanted to be gentle as much as possible so you would enjoy it.

You put your hands on your breast, shy a bit because of how he was watching you even though the room was kinda dark, just two candles lit at your nightstands. Joel quietly laughed, kissing your forehead before putting his hands on yours, pulling them away so he could see you.

"You are so pretty, baby," he whispered, kissing your neck suddenly, making you whimper quietly as he touched your ribs and then his hands travelled to your chest, caressing your breast. His hands were gentle but rough at the same time and he started to move lower with his kisses, stopping at your stomach as he kneeled in front of you. He then touched the hem of your shorts, questioningly looking at you, asking for permission, which made it even more erotic more you.

"Please, Joel, just touch me somehow." you were needy and who wouldn't if someone like Joel would kneel in front of them? On his face appeared a small smile again, he loved finally seeing you from this perspective. Slowly pulling down the shorts along with your thongs which you stole in a lingerie shop on one of your night runs to the small town nearby.

"Oh god, so beautiful." all these compliments he was giving you caused you to get wetter every second. He looked you in your eyes, waiting again for any sign of discomfort but you gave him the type of look which told him every reassurance he needed. You were absolutely devoted to him, wanting to go all the way with this man who you properly knew for only a few days.

Before you could beg for his touch again, his hand move to your thighs, making your legs spread a little and as you looked at him, he moved closer to you, gently with one stroke licking your clit. You were thinking about one thing, if this felt this good, how will the sex feel? Can it be even better? You could not think much more, he started to suck on your clit, his hands still on your thighs, thumbs rubbing small circles on your skin.

"Joel, that feels so good." you moaned, maybe a bit too loudly, but lucky for you, no one was in the room next to yours. You almost did not notice one of his hands disappear from your wast, entering you with one finger.

"Do you touch yourself, love?" he moved just a few centimetres away from your clit, looking up at you, provoking you with the naughty smirk he had on his lips. Of course, you did, lately more than ever, but who could judge you, it was an apocalypse and you could not be sure if you would ever meet men or women with who you could be sexual.

"Sometimes." you definitely did not want to lie, but why would you tell him how often, right? He probably believed you or if he did not, he did not show it on his face, instead, he put his mouth to use again, hitting the important spot with his finger to which he added one more. You were trying to get steady as your knees started to buckle under the rush of pleasure you were feeling. Joel probably noticed that, as he pushed you a little, so you could have leaned back on the window sill, at least gaining a bit of balance.

One of your hands was in Joel's hair, gently pulling so you would not hurt him but instead of it to show him how good he was making you feel. Of course, you were moaning more loudly because of how close to your first orgasm of the night you were but you were all in for physical contact as it was really important for you.

"Come on baby, cum for me." the hoarse voice of Joel, made you realize how close you really were. As you tried to contain your moans, you bit your lower lip, your head tilted back and the knuckles on your hand with which you were holding the window sill, got white as a result of how much you pressed it.

When you once read about women's orgasms, you found the book in the library, you read about the stars in front of the woman's eyes when it was really good. Well, Joel was definitely good at what he was doing as you really saw stars and it took you a few minutes to calm yourself down. These few minutes Joel was holding you in his arms, letting you lean on him with his full weight.

"That was amazing," you whispered to his chest, your hands on his stomach under his hoodie, He was looking down at you, a tender smile on his face, contemplating how beautiful you were with red cheeks, a bit teary eyes and chewed lips.

"Do you still have energy?" he asked, softly kissing your forehead. You looked into his eyes from under your lashes and smiled as if you still had the energy to do anything. He slowly picked you up and let you put your legs around his waist as he brought you to your bed, where he gently, so he would not hurt you, laid you down and then leaned above you to kiss you on your lips. The kiss lasted probably a few seconds but you wanted it to last forever.

Joel kneeled above you, took off the hoodie and threw it somewhere next to the bed. You already saw him without his shirt when he was helping outside in the sun and was too hot in his usual shirt but now it was much more erotic. He noticed you looking at him and kissed you again, he could not resist you, and probably would do anything you would ask him to at that moment.

"You sure, you wanna do it?" he asked you and somehow that made you more aroused. You liked how he wanted your permission, it was important to you.

"More than anything right now." your voice was more like a whisper as you were starting to get a bit nervous but man, you wanted him to do it immediately. You wanted to feel him inside you, you needed it.

"Look, I am going to be careful, if something was too much, just tell me okay? I will stop immediately." he was a bit worried, you could have heard it in his voice.

"I am sure, it's gonna be okay. No need to worry." you smiled at him, trying to make him feel better, which helped as he smiled back and raised from the bed to take off his shorts and boxers which he had underneath. Before you could properly look at his naked body, he already was above you, between your knees, massaging your sensitive clit again to make you wet, but that was not a problem at all so continued with himself.

He stroke himself a few times but he was already rock hard for some time now. He had to relieve himself the day before just because he saw your side boob in one of your shirts before you went to sleep, so he could not get more aroused by you. He guided the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you, not wanting to make it painful.

It was okay for a few seconds but Joel was a lot bigger than you thought, making you stretch around him. You rigged your nails in his shoulders, chewing your lips again, your eyes closed.

"Slowly, please," you whispered to his ear as he lean closer to your neck to kiss you. He tried, he really did and it was really hard given the fact that it was a long time since he had sex and you were so damn tight. It took you some time to get adjusted to him but it was still not enough.

"It's okay baby, we can leave it be, we can try tomorrow, I can prepare you better." he was trying to talk you out of it so he would not hurt you but you were stubborn and too needy for this. You shook your head, not wanting to give up.

"I can try to sit on you." just this sentence almost made Joel cum, you were just so innocent. He pulled himself out, laying on his back, helping you to get above him. You weren't scared, you knew that if he hunted you like this, it would not be his fault but yours because of how stubborn you were, but you just wanted it, needed it.

"Slowly okay? No need to hurry." he tried to calm your movements and hold you by your waist as you took his cock to your hand to guide yourself to it. Slowly you started to lower above him, stretching more than before. The soothing words that Joel was whispering, like 'it's okay, take your time my love' and 'you can do it baby' helped you a lot with the pain which started to disappear. You did not sit at him properly, you both knew that Joel will have to do the last movement but he wanted to wait for your signal.

He turned you both so he could be again above you and with a long kiss on your lips he thrust into you, making you moan and cry out a little.

"So brave for me," he whispered after a few seconds before he started to move a little. The pain was slowly fully replaced by pleasure and you could not hold the moans anymore, kissing Joel to silence yours and his whimpers.

One of your hands was on his shoulder, the other you moved to his waist and then lower, to his ass, pulling him closer to you with each thrust. The little whimpers he made when you moved to kiss his neck made you feel so good, hearing that he was also enjoying that.

"I don't think I will last any longer, my love." when he called you like that a few times, you started to feel this nice feeling in your stomach and now it really affected you a lot more. And in just a few more seconds you felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles on it to make you cum along with him. And you did. As you got closer, you tightened around him, making him grunt a little and accompanied by your loud moan you felt him filling you. It was like ecstasy, you thought that you've never experienced such a good feeling as sex with Joel.

The only noises in the room were your deep breaths. Joel lay next to you, pulling you into his arms, which made you feel really good. You needed someone to hold you for so long. All the nice feelings made you suddenly realise that he was supposed to leave soon and leave you there only with Bill and Frank. You looked at Joel with tears in your eyes which scared him a little.

"What is it, baby? Are you okay, is something hurting you?" he asked with concern in his voice but you shook your head to reassure him, that you were okay like physically.

"You are leaving soon." in his eyes appeared the sudden realization of the fact that he still was planning to leave to find his brother. He loved his brother and needed to know that he was okay but he really cared about you and did not want to leave you. He wanted you by his side, actually no, he needed you.

"I need to know my brother is okay." he wanted to take you with him but did not want to risk your life even though you would have him and Tess to protect you. He was not sure what to do.

"I will go with you," you suggested immediately, knowing that he was already thinking about it from the look on his face.

"You know I would love to have you with me, but what if something happened? Your dads would kill me." he tried to joke a little but you just wanted to go with him, not caring about what they would think. You knew they would be doing just fine without you.

"I do not care, Joel, please, let me come. I know how to fight and shoot, I can take care of myself and help you and Tess." you were looking into his eyes, almost begging him to take you with them. Not only that you would be with him but you could explore the world and finally see the proper cities you wanted.

"We will talk about it tomorrow, yes?" he asked, kissing your forehead, and making you close your eyes. "We will try to think of something," he added as if he was convincing himself more than you.

And as you nodded and started to slowly fall asleep, the last thought you had in your mind was, that he could disappear before you wake up and come back only if he will find his brother and survive.

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

౨ৎ . . . he's always been cocky. It was that self-righteous bravado JEAN KIRSCHTEIN had which drew you towards him in the first place, like a moth to flame, too curious to look away. It was your own damn fault for getting burned.

warnings: swearing, sexual content, emotional dysregulation, reader is bad at feelings, Jean is no better, enemies to lovers, mdni, w.c 3.9k

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, at first.

A mindless curiosity. If you were being honest, what really piqued your initial interest in Jean Kirschtein was that ridiculous way he wore his hair.

At least, that was what you liked to tell yourself. On those nights where his golden eyes wouldn't leave your mind while you tossed and turned. Feeling your body heat, your skin stretching too taut across your bones, aching.

It had morphed into something more mind consuming, more tangible, at a speed and stealth you couldn't keep up with. You were always a woman who liked to have a decent reign on her emotions. In a world like this, where you had all been thrown into war and shattered beyond repair, it took only the strong to pick themselves back up and keep going. For so long, that had been your only objective. To keep moving. To never stop, to make it to the other side.

And here you were. The Rumbling had decimated over eighty-percent of the world's population, was the number plastered across every newspaper in Eldia. You had made it. There was no reason to push it all away now in favour of those survival instincts. And in its wake, all your thoughts left untouched, those feelings left unfelt, came roaring up to the surface with a one sure goal of swallowing you whole.

You were going insane.

The first time you had saw him since the War broke out, you almost did not recognise him. Standing there at a newspaper stall at such towering height. He rose above any other male around him.

When you were teenagers, you used to delight in the blush that raced across his cheeks when you teased him about his silly undercut, how it reminded you of the mane of a horse. He would splutter, like a wounded thing, and shout at you in a high, offended voice. You would laugh, and laugh, until his tanned skin coloured the same shade as the roses you collected in your basket.

Back then, you were just an ordinary towns girl, making fun of a trainee soldier because you thought them all the same. Stuck up, boorish, common things for a youth to entertain. You never knew about the frequent encounters you would soon find yourself with the soldier who graduated in the 104th's Top Ten. Who, despite everything he boasted, joined ranks with the Survey Corps and ventured where you could only hope to dream. Who would bump into you on quiet, serene nights as you returned from the flower fields, and offer you a suave smile.

"Never thought I'd see you again. You're still goin' round with those flowers in your basket, huh?"

"Indeed, I am. Would you like me to fashion you a flower crown? It would do well to hide that ridiculous haircut you seem to still wear."

The boat rocked against the lull of the waves. Your vase skidded across the wooden worktop, and you gasped, holding it in place.

You had become distracted, again.

Being one of the best florists within all three walls, and after taking up the family business as your father's prodigy, you were not surprised when a group of militants showed up at your studio a few days hence. Informing you of a campaign to visit the nation of Marley, and that your services would be of great use. Many ceremonies, they had said, a great many. We could use a florist's touch such as you.

And that was the day you saw him again. At the newspaper stand. His hair was longer, his eyes sharp and always cunning. From your workroom here on the boat destined for Marley, you were certain the smooth baritone of his voice had become one with the walls at this point, you seemed so fixated on it.

Insane. That man was driving you insane.

Huffing, you picked up a smooth satin ribbon from your sewing box and fashioned it around the bouquet you had taken longer than usual to put together. The first of many you had been asked to create for a cordial tea that was scheduled for when you first arrived there. Bittersweet, for truth, Calla Lily, to show justice, sharp pops of colour from Gladioli, for strength of their new nations. You sat back in your chair and regarded the arrangement.

It was the need to speak to the Commander about the debrief of events that sent you standing from your chair and meandering down the ships hallways in search of your company. It was not because the soft tongues of pollen from the lilies were just the same shade as his watchful, watchful eyes.

"Excuse me," You spoke after knocking on the door of the main cabin. Armin Arlert's cordial tone beckoned you inside.

All of the main players of Paradis' military were gathered around a small tea service; the Commander and his partner, Annie Leonhart, along with the strong presence of Reiner Braun, sitting at the round table. Armin smiled warmly at you when you introduced yourself into the room with a small bow.

He, was furiously fixing his long hair in the reflection of a wall mirror in the corner of your vision. You refused to look his way. Out of sheer stubbornness, you would not. To prove something to yourself, you would aptly ignore the soldier.

Yet you did notice how his comb suddenly froze in mid air when you entered the room.

"Miss [Name]," Armin greeted. "Can we help you with anything? Is everything to your liking?"

"Everything is just perfect, Commander." You said, smiling warmly. "I have come to tell you that I... have been within two minds about what flowers I should use for our opening ceremony. Would strength imply hostility to the already wounded Marley nation, if I were to use Galdioli?"

Armin tilted his head to the side, his golden hair sliding across his forehead. "Hm. No, I think it's good to be a bit bold, actually. I'll trust your judgement on it, [Name]."

You were surprised that you had asked such a convincing question, after coming to the cabin on a shaky basis. Feeling his eyes on you through the mirror, your cheeks pulled into a tight smile, and you were just about to thank the Commander, when—

"All this talk about flower crap, what ones to use, what ones to stick in your hair," Jean Kirschtein's voice piqued up, and you roiled at the way it slinked across your skin, how it called all your senses to high alert. He chuckled in a smooth timbre. "Really, [Name], you haven't changed a bit."

Stiffly, you slowly turned your posture until you could fully face the soldier in the corner of the room. He had gone back to his task of combing those auburn locks to sit neatly swept, his eyes not looking at you.

Connie Springer, who had previously been leaning out of the cabin window, turned to his comrade with an accusing face. "Says the guy who's been fixin' his damn hair the last hour. What are you even doin' that for, huh?"

In his reflection, you saw how Jean's lips stretched into a cheeky, heart-breaking smirk. It made the flutter of your pulse hum erratically, made every sharp remark you wanted to throw at him bottom out from your mind.

"Because," Jean boasted. "I gotta look good for all the Marley ladies we're gonna bump into, don't I?"

And just like that, your heartbeat stilled in your chest.

It hadn't occurred to you until then, how acutely tangible that feeling inside you had become for the golden-eyed soldier. When it had made that shift from curiously interested to all-encompassing, ravaging, when it had become a need of yours to have him in every way you could. And standing there in the doorway of that small cabin, on that boat destined for Marley, you had felt the weight drop deep against your shoulders.

You were in love with Jean Kirschtein.

It was a barrage of emotions, one coming in torrents after the other. Shock. Longing. A foolish, giddy elation. And then; anger. Brewing, boiling, furious anger.

You were in love with Jean Kirschtein.

"Miss [Name]?" Armin called you softly, his tone edged with concern. You blinked, coming back into the room, only to realise that every pair of eyes were gazing at you curiously. "Are you feeling okay?" He ebbed.

An impressive reign on your emotions you had, indeed. But these emotions were never there before — and you had realised that, all this time, this is what had been trying to rise up and swallow you down. Yet anger, you were familiar with anger, you could shield yourself with that and use it to escape, just like you have always done.

"Yes—Yes, I am quite alright," You smiled, but it was razor-sharp. Then, directing it at him, the man of all your desires, you said, "I have heard there are some interesting technologies in Marley, Kirschtein. One of them namely being the light camera. Perhaps, you should ask them to take a photo of your face, so you can stare at it as much as you want."

Jean's honey eyes went wide. Connie coughed, which turned into a deep throng of laughter that had him falling from the window and into a chair. Perhaps his comrades had joined in on the chortling too, but you did not stay long enough to find out. The moment the sharp words left your tongue, you had whirled around, shutting the cabin door behind you.

The scent of the Calla Lilies were sweet and cloying, and even as you cradled your face in your shielding hands, their pollen still found a way to reach you. Dizzying, half-maddening, just like your thoughts as they spun without mercy in your mind.

You loosed a breath and leaned up so your hands, still clasped, pressed against your mouth. You could feel each pound of your heart, as if it were a hummingbird trapped in its cage within your chest. Any moment now, you were sure it would burst free and fly far, far away. You wished it would. In fact, you wished you yourself could just burst into a thousand little pieces and soar through the cabin window and be scattered within the waves if it meant you did not have to feel like this.

Hot. Angry. Yet scared, upset, mortified at yourself and how you had exploded at him. He—Jean, he did not deserve such remarks. He did not deserve how you had taken your insecurities and made them into swords to fling back at him. Of course, you knew this, and that rational tender part of you wished to corner him in some private area of the ship and apologise. Another part warred with that thought, wishing to grab him by the lapels of his brown suit and shake him back and forth, screaming, furious that he was eliciting such feelings from you.

And yet, a smaller side of you, a dangerous, heated area of your heart also wanted to grab hold of his lapels, but only to rip and rend them from his body. Exposing his smooth, strong flesh that he held himself so proudly with underneath—

You stood up with the intention to pace around your room until you could will yourself to calm down.

That was when you heard the thundering footsteps outside.

They were quick. They were determined, rapping against the wooden floorboards that connected all corners of the ship. Startled, you felt every inch of you still, your senses on sudden high alert. They were close by. Were they coming from—?

The door to your work room suddenly flew open, the force of it strong enough to crack the door against the wall as it did so. And there he stood on the other side of it in all his maddening glory, his large hand outstretched from where he had impacted, his shoulders moving up and down with effort. Before you could even protest, Jean had invited himself into your quarters and slammed the door behind him.

His eyes, wild and stern, found you and locked you in place. Rudely, he jutted his finger in your direction and spat, "Just what the hell is your problem, huh?"

So taken aback at the sudden intrusion of the man you had just been agonising over now standing here, panting and furious in your bedroom — it had taken a second for your mind to really catch up. But when it did, your first reaction was obvious defence, causing you to straighten your spine and gawk at him.

"I beg your—!"

"Oh, don't fuck with me, [Name]. I think it's time we sat down and had this damn conversation." Jean snarled, the muscles in his cheek jumping as he spoke. "Ever since we were kids, you've had this weird hate against me, and I've never understood why. The hell have I ever done to you, hah?"

Heat was quick to rise up the column of your exposed neck and onto your cheeks. He was angry, you could see it in the way his eyes blazed, his broad shoulders bunched and tight. You mirrored him, your eyebrows knotting at what he had just said.

Hate him?

"Don't be dramatic, Kirschtein. I've never—!"

"Oh yeah?" He goaded, his expression mocking. "Bullshit. What was that back there, then? Or yesterday? Or at the newspaper stall before we left? Is that your weird sycophant way of being nice, or are we just living in a backwards world all of a sudden and I didn't get the memo?"

"We've always mocked each other, that doesn't mean I hate you—!"

"Well you damn well make it believable, sweetheart—"

"Will you please, just, calm down for a moment—"

"And you've been more prickly than usual, these days! Getting all riled up over things you usually don't, hell—you won't even fuckin' look at me anymore!"

"Well—that—that—!"

"If I've fucking done somethin' to ya, have a damn back bone and say it to me!"

"Jean—"

"And another thing—!"

"For the love of the Walls, it is because I am in love with you, you foolish man!"

The silence that cut into your argument was so deafening, you could almost hear it ringing in your ears.

Whatever angry words were about to leave Jean's open mouth died on his tongue. It almost looked as if they had been forced right back down his throat, he looked so strangled for air.

None of you dared say a thing. The only sounds that existed within the room was the echo of your laboured, angry breaths, mingling with the sudden inhale of air he took that expanded his chest. He moved his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. His dark brows knitted together. He opened his mouth again.

"What... did you just say?"

It was like a bucket of water had been decanted over your head, shocking you into realising what had passed from your lips. You stood there, dumbfounded, exposed, watching the emotions play across his face. The anger melting into shock, which bled into a distortedly humorous confusion.

He took a step forward, and asked again, "Oi, what was that last thing... you just said?"

"Nothing." You bared your teeth at him. "I said nothing. Get out."

He was eating up the small distance that existed between you two until he reduced it to that of a few steps. On his face there was an expression you couldn't decipher, could not sift through the emotions which held it together. Perhaps the uncertainty of it was what sent you retreating until your back hit the far wall of your bedroom. Perhaps it was the shattering of your defences, your walls you kept up so effortlessly, that fuelled the glare you threw his way when you craned up to see him.

When you saw something simmering in the eyes that haunted you in the deepest, darkest hours of the night, you thought — perhaps it was the realisation between the two of you, that the shift from fun to tangible had taken place long, long ago.

"Leave, Kirschtein." You whispered, but it came out hollow, broken.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning down so you shared breath. "Do you want me to?"

Every aspect of him invaded your senses, made it so frustratingly hard to think, to breathe. With him so close, barely millimetres from brushing your nose with his own as he levelled your faces, you could see the smatter of freckles on his high cheekbones. Could breathe in his scent of musk and sea breeze, quickening your breaths, your pulse. Your fingers clawed into the wood behind, restraining yourself from reaching out to him. Because you were afraid that if you did touch him, that you would never be able to stop.

He shifted to press his hand to the side of your head.

"Do you," Jean murmured, whispering so as only you could hear. "Want me to leave, [Name]?"

Instinct was roaring at you to press into him, crying for a release to an ache deep within your belly that curled low and heady.

Insane. He had already drove you insane.

"Damn you, Kirschtein." You hissed, before reaching up to fist your hands into his stupidly fixed hair and crashing your lips with his.

There was a moment of surprise on his part, as if he wasn't expecting you to be so bold. His lips remained frozen underneath your own, unyielding, a perfect statue of human discomposure. Jean, however, was a never a man who was slow to adapt to any situation, give it in the midst of battle or when the woman he has been pining after for years — who, he was convinced, hated his guts — had decided to smash their lips together.

And this sound escaped from the soldier. Akin to that of a wounded animal, a tortured soul, it rumbled down your throat and you swallowed it greedily. Jean's hand flew to cradle the side of your face, pushing back against your kiss, his fingers steepling into your hair and craning your neck back. Your shared kiss started off as something chaste and unsure — releasing each other before coming back for longer, scared to stop for too long lest they woke up and realised it was all a dream.

Jean grew impatient, he grew desperate for you. In one movement he had snaked his hand behind the small of your back and hoisted you against him — almost short-circuiting at the feel of your body pressed so close, like he had thought about so damn frequently. Every time you passed him, every time he watched the strong swish of your hips as you walked through the market on a sunny afternoon. He'd bite his lip, he'd put his fist in his mouth, anything to distract himself.

But this — right here, right now. This couldn't be real.

And yet, he wanted more. He needed more, he needed you.

A moan tore up your throat when he tilted your head just right to deepen the kiss, his large hand fitting to the back of your neck. You felt his tongue explore your mouth, eager and willing, so ravaged at tasting every part of you. It occured to you that you needed his tongue on other areas of your body. Between your breasts, your thighs, you needed to fist your hand in his hair and tell him where to go.

You let out a small shriek when he suddenly hooked two hands underneath your thighs and hoisted you up against the cabin wall.

The ship rocked as you clawed at one another, unravelling folds of clothing and facets of bravado until you were just two souls, two humans, who had survived it all and were allowed to live, without fearing that tomorrow could be the last. He had fisted the ribbons of your working dress in his hands and ripped them in one pull. You gasped when the air slid across your smooth skin, now exposed, hidden behind nothing but a camisole that peaked where your taut nipples were.

Suddenly, Jean paused. He stared at you as if he were seeing you again for the very first time.

"Fuck," He gasped, holding you tighter, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your sensitive thighs. "Fuck, sweetheart, I'm—do you—?"

You grabbed the knot of his tie and pulled him back into you, kissing him with a wild, chaotic passion that caused him to unfold underneath your fingertips.

It was in that chaos that he held you up fluidly to his body and walked you over so he could splay you against the work table — where the lilies and gladioli and bittersweets lay. He had shoved them somewhere off to the side, muttering something about stupid damn flowers and how they were always in his way.

And you had laughed. In that way which Jean secretly adored, as it upturned your eyes and made them crease at the sides. Like little curving moons in the night sky.

He shucked off his suit pants in a flurry of clumsy movements, palming at your breasts hungrily as he did so. You were driving him half mad with how good you looked, you smelled — fresh daisies and honey, intoxicating him, making his head spin. He splayed his entire hand onto your stomach and asked;

"You sure?"

Something broke inside of you at his vulnerable expression, always the gentleman. You sucked you lip between your teeth and nodded your head, adding, "I believe I will go insane if I cannot have you."

"Well, that makes fuckin' two of us."

The first stroke of him inside you was incomprehensible.

The second ignited your nerve endings and made you bow up and off of the desk, pulling you taut like a bow string and releasing you when he pulled back. There was something harmonious in the ryhtmn you two found, Jean keeping a hand on your stomach while he pushed into you hard and fast. At one moment, he lifted your leg underneath the knee and spread you wider, groaning ferociously as he buried to the hilt.

He kept going until he had fractured your universe. Until the little spots in your vision were like constellations. He was placing tender kisses along your body when you came back down to him, so raptured by pleasure it was hard to move. You could feel the pulse of him still inside you and he too, rode his release.

He swept your hair from your shining forehead and placed a long, lingering kiss.

"I said," You panted, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip. Oh, but you will have him again, and again, and again, until you made no use of your legs and the boat docked on Marley. Perhaps you would not even leave this room. Perhaps they would have no flowers for their ceremonies, after all. "That I dislike your hair even more that way, I'll have you know."

Jean's honey coloured eyes — dazed with pleasure — flickered to you when you said those words. Then, he chuckled, and you felt it vibrate against your chest and deep within your heart — where he had been, all this time.

He leaned down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck and said, "I love you too, idiot."

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #this was is so self indulgent ehe #also??? sat down to write like 900 words holy shit #this became a whole passion project #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirstein x reader #🪄— milky writes #divider by fireflygraphics!#‼️ — spoilers #💓 — thump

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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months

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A Rose Under the Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Domestic violence mentions, hints at child abuse, child abuse mentions violence, phantom pains

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Again, none of this is beta read. We die like the younglings Anakin snuffed in the Jedi Temple

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @bad4amficideas

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Chapter 3:

The Victims

You sighed, checking the little egg timer in your apron pocket to see how long until the scones you were baking had left in the oven. Fifteen minutes. Ugh.

It had been a few days since Steven had come in and purchased his pillar of books. The two of you would make small talk, him thumbing through books and rambling about a subject on ancient Egypt that he knew. The moment you brought up your own obscure facts you have memorized from the things your father would read to you as a little girl, Steven’s eyes lit up and he got the biggest grin on his face, and launched himself headlong into info-dump mode. It was kinda cute, really, how excitable he got. You could tell the poor guy probably didn’t have many friends, aside from his brothers, whom he’d told you about, and a friend named Layla. You also found it endearing how his messy, bed-raggled curls would flop over his face, or how animated he’d seem when he would interrupt himself to bring up another fun fact…

But, it had been a day or two since he’d come in last. And to be honest, you kinda miss the guy. He was probably the nicest most engaging customer you had. He even admitted that he didn’t come in just for the books. He told you he liked your teas and treats, and he loved the comfortable atmosphere of your shop over a crowded cafe. But one day, he just had to ask:

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” He started, looking at the muffin in his hand.

“Hm?” You hummed as you stocked shelves.

“Are these… vegan?” He seemed hesitant to touch the muffine now, as if it were poisoned.

You giggle softly. “Yes, actually. I try to use recipes that everyone can enjoy. Vegan, gluten-free…”

“Oh! Wonderful!” He scarfed the muffin down rather quickly after that, his nose buried in the textbook on archaeology he had in his hands.

You set your phone down as you sipped your spiced tea. It was a rather cold and gloomy day today, not uncommon this late in the year, but still, it sucked. It reminded you of where you grew up in Maine, off the coast. Storms blew in all the time, you’d remember as a little girl getting up in the morning, wanting to run outside and play, just to be met with a dark and angry sky, blistering winds, and pelting rain.

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Your poor little six-year-old heart was crushed one day when a particularly bad squall blew into town, and you were trapped within the confines of your house, arms crossed, feet firmly planted as you glared out the window, lip wobbling.

How dare the weather ruin your plans for the day? You were going to play in your treehouse! Now the stupid wind was gonna blow it away! And if it did, your father would have to build another one, and that would take forever!

“Hey, there, Lil’ Bit.” Your dad said, kneeling behind you, as you stubbornly looked out the window in a seething rage. So, so angry for a little girl. You inherited your temper from your mother, surely. Though you personally never saw her mad, of course. Ever. But then again, she worked so much…

Your mom was what your dad told you was a “breadwinner”, which was a term you found dumb. You mom never entered contests and she certainly never won bread as a prize. It was so dumb! Why did adults have to use such dumb words for things?

“Hey, kiddo.” Your dad sang, leaning forward from where he was crouched to put his chin on your tiny shoulder.

“No, daddy, ‘m angy.” You mumbled, trying to shrug him off as lightning flashed in the distance.

He chuckled, his voice warm, much like your favorite pair of fuzzy socks after they were just taken out of the dryer. “Come on, princess. It’ll pass. They always do.”

“But why did it have t’ do it today!” You whined, not budging.

“Dunno, kid. The sky just felt like dumping buckets, I guess.” He said, humoring you.

“Daddy...” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Clouds don’t use buckets!”

“Sure they do!” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you. “You just never see em!”

“You’re silly.” You scoff.

“You’re silly!” Your dad laughed, scooping you up and spinning you around, finally getting a smile out of you as you shriek in laughter.

He tucked you against his chest and kissed you on your forehead. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you some sna–”

His eyes went wide and he gasped when you writhed, crying out and wincing like you’d just been struck.

“Babygirl, what’s wrong?” He asked, hurriedly sitting you on the couch as you curled in on yourself. He could see the welts start to peek out from beneath the sleeves of your little pink shirt.

It was happening again.

The pain in his heart gripped him like ice, knowing he couldn’t do anything to ease the pain his daughter was feeling. His poor, poor baby girl, whose soulmate was constantly being inflicted with whatever horrors they faced with.

He would curse it, sometimes. Your mark. Your bond. You were already enduring abuse that wasn’t directed at you. Or maybe it was in a way… Given that it was happening to your other half. Who you would one day meet. Maybe things will be better, when you had. Maybe.

But one thing was for sure, he hated whomever was inflicting those injuries on your soulmate more. Not only were they hurting your soulmate, they were hurting you. He’d imagined that you were close in age. If so, who the hell would abuse a child in such a way? The concept was completely foreign to him.

He rubbed your back, murmuring sweet and loving things to you.

He noticed something odd about your mark about a few years ago, right when the welts and bruises started to show and you would recoil in phantom pain... There was a new addition to your mark. At first it was one crescent moon. But then one became two, and two became three.

Right now, the bottom right moon was full.

He wasn’t sure what it meant… But he noticed your crying slow to soft little hiccups and sniffles as you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

He rested his forehead against yours. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I jus’ wanna know why it hurts so much, daddy.” You sniffle.

“Trust me, I know. Me and your mom are similar. I remember when we were kids, before we met… She fell from a tree and broke her leg. Man, it hurt so bad…”

You looked up at him, your big beautiful eyes glistened with tears. Your mother’s eyes. Little gems of hers that you would always have.

“Really?” You peeped.

“Really.” He stood and walked over to the bookshelf above the living room fireplace, and plucked a book off of it. He turned back to you and sat next to you, pulling you into his lap and kissing the top of your head.

“This book came from your great auntie over in London. You remember her, yeah?” He hummed.

Your fingers grazed the cover, old and worn, obviously well-read and well-loved. It had a picture of a woman with wings and a pretty dress on it. You couldn’t read the other words on it just yet, you were still learning how to read the bigger ones.

“Want me to read you some of the stories in it?” He inquired.

“Uh-huh.” You nod.

Your father flipped the pages open, and hummed again, softer.

“Now, let’s start with the tale of Isis and the Seven Scorpions…”

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You jumped, almost dropping the egg timer you had in your hand when your shop’s door dinged and swung open. A frantic young woman rushed inside, her sunken and baggy eyes looking at you, wide with fright.

You skipped the usual welcome and regarded her with a confused expression.

“I… Can I help you–”

“Please, I just need to–to hide!” She said, rushing over to you and gripping your hand, pulling you behind her and further into the winding shelves that made up your bookstore.

“Hey, Hey.” You say, putting your hands on her shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“My–my boyfriend. He… He’s… I messed up and burned lunch and…” She looked to the side trying to check if he somehow didn’t materialize out of thin air over her shoulder when she wasn’t looking; and when she did… you saw them.

The already darkening bruises on her delicate throat.

Immediately you went into protector mode. You gently urge her towards the door leading to the stairwell that went up to your flat above.

“You hide up there, and call 999, okay?” You say to her. “You can stay here until the police arrive. If it makes you feel safer, there’s a deadbolt to the door up there. If your boyfriend comes in I’ll act like I didn’t see anything.”

You rush to the oven when you hear the timer go off, and pull out the scones (after slipping on your mitts), when the bell to your store dings.

You curse under your breath and say to the girl quietly. “Stay quiet, honey. I’ll be up when the police get here.”

You carefully slip the tasty treats onto a plastic tray and toss the pan into the sink with a clang; instantly regretting it when the young woman flinched and curled into herself, her arms instinctively reaching to cover her head.

You muttered and apology and balanced the pan on your hand as you hastily make your way down the stairs, to see whomever was incessantly dinging your “ring me!” button at the register.

When you finally break free of the labyrinthine bookshelves, you spot a rather large and angry looking man.

This had to be the boyfriend.

“Hello, one moment, please.” You say tersely, sliding the scones into the small display case showcasing the fresh treats of the day.

“Oi, you seen somebody come in here?” He demanded gruffly.

You take another visual sweep of his appearance. Rather big build, probably abuses the gym too much. He looks like he exclusively dines on protein shakes more than food… He could be trouble, if he got violent. The only upside is that you knew the layout of your little shop by heart, he didn’t. You really wished you had a gun under the counter, right about now.

You made a mental note to sign up for the courses and get the certificate from the police..

“Other than you, no, you’d be my first customer of the day.” You force the cheer into your tone as you bring a box of books and begin to half-assedly place them, hoping to look normal.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ customer.” He growled. “Don’ want no books.”

“Well, I also offer a variety of coffees, teas, and snacks–”

“I ain’t no fuckin’ customer!” He barked, getting in your face.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath. That explains the slurred speech.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask that you please back away, you’re a little too close…” You say, your hands up in a submissive gesture, hoping to appear as non-threatening as possible.

"Does it look like I giv' a fuck? Ya fuckin' muppet?" He hissed at you, his eyes dilated and glassy.

"Look, I don't want to cause trouble, but–"

He seized your arm and gripped it painfully tight, you could feel the crunch of your radiocarpal joint being squeezed under his rough and indelicate fingers. "Did ya hear me, ya fuckin' cunt? I'm lookin' for my girl, I know she came in here! Don't lie t' me!"

"Sir, people come into my store all the time, and it's not really my business why unless they buy a book or a muffin. Let me go!" You retort, trying to pry his fingers from around you with your free hand.

"Shut th' fuck up!" He snarled, pushing you back against the bookshelf so hard the back of your head cracked on one of the shelves. Great, another pain.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" An unmistakably American accent called from the door of your shop.

How had you missed the bell? How did you not notice the sound of the door opening?

The drunken man holding you turned, still gripping you. "Great, another fuckin' yank? Can't you fucks stick to ya own country?"

You felt your pulse quicken, and your eyes widened at the man who stood in the door; dark, honey-tinted eyes aflame with anger. But the man the eyes belonged to?

Dead ringer for Steven. But he carried himself entirely differently, he even had his hair styled back in a different way. He wore a white hoodie, faded blue jeans, and some steel-toe boots.

"None o' ya fuckin' busniess, you dick." The man sneered, looking back down at you.

"It is if you're hurting the lady." He said gruffly.

"Oi, you got a listening problem?"

The man turned again, but he was met with the knuckles of the American man who just came to your aid; straight to his jaw, knocking him back against a cart you had full of discount books, sending them to the floor with a clatter.

The man cracked his knuckles, before gently grabbing you by the shoulder and moving you behind him for cover.

At this distance you could just barely catch a whiff of sandalwood and some kind of spice. A hint of aftershave wafted into your senses in accompany.

"You fuckin' dick!" The man grunted, shaking his head in an attempt to reorient his brain.

"You need a better repertoire of insults, buddy. Or stop hitting the sauce." The other man sneered. "Probably both."

The drunk lunged at him, and this guy was one step ahead, intercepting him by grabbing his wrists.

The crunch of bone was enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut, and when you dared to peek again, the drunk was clutching at his now bleeding and broken nose. Your savior on the other hand?

Barely broke a sweat. He headbutted him with the hardest part of his head, crunching bone and cartilage.

"Stay down, asshole." He growled. You spun on your heels to look at the door when two clothed officers came in, hands on their pepper spray.

"Everybody just calm down!" One of them shouted.

Ugh. Now you had a headache…

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By the time the officers, the battered girl, and her boyfriend all left, it was just you and your knight in shining hoodie. Who looked way too much like Steven.

You sat him down at one of the reading nooks and shakily wring your hands out to calm down. "Uh… Yeah, so…" You try.

"My name's Marc. Marc Spector." He said. "You, uh… met my brother, already. Steven."

You gasp. "The heathen!"

He choked out a startled laugh. "What?"

"Oh! Uhhhhhh…" You clear your throat awkwardly trying to change the subject. "You and Steven have different last names!"

Marc huffed through his nose. "It's uh… a long story."

"What, were you guys separated at birth or something? He speaks with a typical Londoner accent, you're full-blown American." You smile.

"Or something." Marc murmured, unable to meet your eyes.

"God, and Steven and I joked about my life being a setup for a book." You giggle softly. "You guys sound like you're straight out of a Dickens novel!"

Marc kind of squirmed in his seat. "Yeah…"

"So, uh… what brings you here today? From what Steven told me, you don't exactly pick up books all the time like he does." You say to him, tilting his head.

Marc wiped at his face with a groan, "Ugh. Don't get me started on Steven's books! He has too goddamn many–"

"Ah!" You say, flicking a stray curl. You weren't sure why your brain told you that was okay to do. It just felt right. The look he gave you afterwards sent your heart leaping into your throat.

Raw confusion, maybe some surprise?

"Uh… No talking like that is allowed in my store, there, pal…" You stammer out. "So… why are you here?"

"Steven said you had coffee. Didn't feel like dealing with a lot of people today." He kind of mumbled.

"Oh, I get that." You sighed softly in sympathy. Already, Marc struck you as the kinda guy who didn't like dealing with people unless he had to.

And honestly, you kinda felt for the guy. Something about him made your heart twinge in a funny little way.

"Tell you what, as a thanks for helping take care of that asshat, coffee is on the house, and I'll even give you a cup of my personal blend instead of the stuff on the menu."

"Uh, you don't have to–"

"Ah!" You say, wagging a finger at him as you walk away. "None of that in my store!"

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You sat and talked for a while. Hours, really. Whereas Steven loved to babble about things he knew, and was rather energetic about it, Marc was… reserved. Shy, almost. He was content to let you lead the conversations, piping in here or there on a subject.

He told you some about his time in the Marines, and how something happened to him mentally that got him discharged early. He was vague about what he did after that, but he mentioned moving to London after he and his wife ran into problems.

At first you almost asked a rather impertinent question, "Why did you guys split up?" But decided that was far too rude of a thing to ask. Even if you wondered why he married outside of a soulmate bond. Even if a marriage like that wasn't entirely uncommon…

"I'm sorry." You say softly, sitting across from him, your coffee long finished, the mug cold. "You've been through… a lot..."

"Yeah, you can certainly say that." Marc sighed, turning his mug in his hands for probably the hundredth time.

"So… Thanks again. For y'know. Helping me." You smile.

"No problem, easy enough to deal with a drunk." He shrugged. "And he looked like he was about to hurt you, so I had to do... something."

"Well I'm glad you did that something." You chuckle.

Marc cleared his throat and smiled back, a soft thing on his face, really. But it was nice to see.

He moved to stand, "I should, ah… go. Thanks for the coffee." He reached out to hand you a few notes from his wallet, and you declined, gathering the mugs to go wash them.

"Nope, I already said it was on the house." You tell him.

"But–"

"No buts!" You called out as you vanished into the expanse of bookshelves.

When you came back, you noticed that, stacked neatly on the counter, was a bundle of notes, your egg timer sitting neatly atop it, with a post-it note simply saying:

"Tell me your life story next time. Thanks. -Marc."

Chapter 4: Link

#A Rose Under the Moon #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #soulmate au

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triplesilverstar · 2 months

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So its a tradition? Weird

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: P in V Sex, Oral, male receiving, smut, smut in a stream, feather play, cream pie, multiple cream pies, orgasm, multiple orgasms, Fantasy AU, Bad flirting

Word count: Roughly 5.6K

A/N: A follow up to my fic from new years day A so called God on a mountain top? Well, better then freezing to death where I didn't last when I said I was taking a break from writing. So without too much preamble from me.

Following the events on the mountain you find yourself meeting the strange god once more. I wonder if you're in for another round of fun times with the God of spring and new beginnings.

Following your interesting night on the mountain things with the village did change, you were greeted when you left your home as the sun rose with choruses of good morning, and in general, most of the villagers had a friendlier attitude towards you.

The old man who lived at the edge of town, not so much but you didn’t think there was any way to change his mind. He still spat verbal venom about you being there and how it upset the community and how you shouldn’t be sticking your nose in the mountains business.

The man who passed for the village mayor told you to ignore him and you fully intended to.

You also did your best to follow the strange blond man's single request of you on the mountain, to leave it better than you found it. The first day the small bag that held your notepad and camera had been packed to the bursting with garbage and it didn’t seem to put a dent in what you found.

Now you brought a larger garbage bag with you each day and had an alarm set on your watch for the last hour of what you considered your working hours. You were putting a serious dent in some of the trash that had been left behind on the slopes and that seemed to make the villagers even more friendly.

Invited one night to sit with a woman maybe a few years your senior and her family for supper. It was a grand time hearing about life in the village and seeing the woman’s children play while the adults spoke was heartwarming. After said children were put to bed you stayed sitting in their garden with them and speaking more. They had offered you a few drinks which you had turned down and opted for water instead citing you hadn’t had a drink since you arrived and you still needed to work tomorrow.

“Did you both grow up in the village?”

“Of course, though I went away for a few years for school. Yet something kept calling me back.” Her husband answered taking a sip of his own drink.

“You just wanted to make sure you got a chance to have a date with me.” The woman laughed good-naturedly. “Though it would have been easier if you asked me instead of creeping up the mountain after me when I was left at the slab.” That has your attention.

“Oh?”

“You were scary, so showing up after everyone else and professing my love made sense.” He turned towards you as you asked and let out a little chuckle. “It’s how a lot of couples start dating here actually, the man follows the lovely lady up after she’s been selected to be the sacrifice and offered his ah, devotion the best way he can.” You don’t miss the way he says it to hide the double meaning in his words.

“Usually the village mayor leaves a ring somewhere for them to find on their way down the mountain.” This little bit of information has your mind reeling, and you aren’t going to voice how what you were pretty sure was the mountain god showed up for you. If it had been regular sex you might have thought you were having a trick played on you, but those feathers had been too real to be anything else. Well and his stamina.

“Well, I have to ask then. Why did you all drug me to get me up there?” At their looks of concern towards one another, you wonder if maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

“Honestly I’m still pretty ashamed of what we did myself. It was suggested as a way to scare you off from coming back, I’m sure by now you’ve seen how outsiders treat the mountain and we didn’t want someone adding more garbage or bothering the wildlife. It was kind of narrow-minded of us.”

That’s an understatement but you won’t hold it against these people, not when you’ve seen what other visitors have done to the mountain. “Just don’t do it again. Or at least ask me first, I was scared I was going to freeze to death.” You take another sip of your water and you’re glad for the subject change to your research. Talking for a while and trying to get your mind off the new information, but you won’t ask what would have happened if no one had come for you.

Later that night as you head back towards where you’re staying you pause in the center of town as the wind seems to sweep along your skin and under your clothes. Looking up towards the mountain top and an overlook that can see the village you could have sworn you saw a figure wrapped in feathers looking down. Giving your head a shake before you kept walking. Maybe you should have had that drink if you were going to imagine things.

As the weeks passed you often found the hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge when you were on the mountain. Always that sense as if you were being watched and sometimes you felt your body break out in a sweat for no reason, biting your lip when it happened and wondering if it wasn’t Vash playing tricks on you.

So today when your skin felt like it was on fire you stopped what you were doing, almost throwing your shoes off in your haste and your pants following as you wadded out into the stream running down the mountain. Sighing in relief as the slow waters from the ice melt that originated higher among the peak chilled your legs while you looked skyway.

“Perhaps I should have tried that sooner closer to water if I had known that would be your reaction.” That same soothing voice is ringing out around you and you feel the vibration of it in your bones. Keeping your eyes closed as you answer him.

“If I had known this was what you wanted I would have stripped a lot sooner.” You’re in the water up to your knees but already you can feel your core growing damp, wondering if you’ll have a repeat of last time. “Am I leaving the mountain better than I found it?”

A brief chuckle from him and you hear the sloshing of water around his ankles as he joins you, the brush of feathers along your arms before they’re replaced by his hands sweeping over your limbs and the heat of his body pressing into your back. “You were before you threw your shoes and pants in a pile.”

“Does that mean you’re not happy with me?” You try to keep your voice from giving away the fact you’re teasing him, last time you had been tied to a slab and his first concern had been getting you down the mountain. You aren’t sure how he might respond to your teasing this time, even if he is the direct cause of your partial strip.

“I am displeased.” His voice has that low rumble to it that makes you shiver and your pussy throb and clench as the tip of his nose traces along the shell of your ear. His warm breath washes along the sensitive skin as he speaks, feeling his nose move down the cartilage before digging into your neck with his lips nipping at the flesh where neck and shoulder meet. “I wanted your shirt off as well.”

You can’t help but laugh, a sound that seems to echo around the partially enclosed space of the stream that you suspect was formed by the waters slowly eroding the softer rocks on one side. You’re well aware that even if someone else was on the mountain right now the two of you are in a spot tucked out of sight. “Then take it off.” Lifting both of your hands up and behind you so your fingertips can brush against the golden and black locks you remember.

Instead of removing it, you feel his hands slip under the hem one palm gliding across your stomach while the other climbs higher to play with one of your breasts. At the same time, you hear and feel him humming as his mouth keeps dragging along your neck while you’re dragging your fingers along his scalp. Taking note of the different texture you feel, some of his hair is soft like the down of a bird which reminds you of his feathers that are behaving compared to last time. Other sections of his head are covered in coarse dark hair that are rough reminding you of quills almost. At least you’re assuming it’s the darker strands based on memory and the curve of his neck under your fingertips.

It’s fascinating as you keep exploring with your fingers and he seems content to breathe deeply against your neck while exploring your skin. The fingers of his hand are dexterous as they push the fabric covering your chest around to play with the tender flesh covered by your bra under your shirt. Letting out a few hums of your own as you tilt your head to try and look at the man behind you. “I’m curious.” You let the words out slowly, still moving your fingers and glad he doesn’t stop his own exploration as he gives you a louder noise you take to mean to keep talking. “I’ve spoken to the towns folk, it seems like their sacrifice thing is more of a matchmaker game than anything. Why’d you come for me?”

His mouth barely leaves your neck as he answers and his words tumble around your skin in a way that makes your core clench harder. “No one followed you and I didn’t want you to freeze, an attractive young woman like yourself.”

“Oh. So you find me attractive? Kind of funny for a god.”

“Gods are allowed to feel attraction, are there not stories of them taking mortal brides and rearing offspring in some cultures?” While he voices it as a question you don’t miss the laughter coloring his tone while you chuckle.

“Good deflection. Though they are stories and I didn’t bring up offspring.” Hoping you don’t poke him in the eye or anything as you slide one of your hands from his hair to his face. Feeling those same handsome features you’d seen that night.

“All stories carry a grain of truth. To answer your question, I do find you attractive.” Turning his head from your neck and nuzzling into your hand before kissing it. “Very attractive. It’s been difficult to not approach you before now and tell you how I’d like to feel you again.” Grinding into your back you don’t miss his hard cock between your cheeks, your panties forming a thin barrier between the two of you.

You laugh feeling your face warm because of Vash once more, though for a very different reason than why you stripped to get into the water. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to start comparing you to Zeus. I’d prefer not to since him and his dick seemed to cause most of the problems in Greek myths.”

“I have heard of those stories. I’d also prefer if you didn’t compare me to him, however, it doesn’t change the facts you have been on my mind.” Sliding his hands from under your shirt and placing them on your hips, gently guiding you to turn around and face him.

He’s still as breathtaking as before with those bright teal eyes regarding you as something precious. Taking a moment to sweep your eyes over him and enjoy the vision in front of you, his feathers are loose around his body his battered flesh on display and you find him as handsome as the first time you saw him. “Funny, you’ve been on mine too.” Lifting your arms to wrap around his neck, watching as some of his feathers glide away so you’re touching bare skin. Leaning so your chests are touching once more and tilting your head hoping he picks up on the nonverbal cues that you want a kiss.

A quick upturn of a corner of his mouth and he lowers his face to slot his mouth over yours, caressing your lips with his while his hands rise to rub along your back and pull you flush against him. It’s easy to fall into the movements of the kiss as he leads and you’re happy to follow, parting your lips and letting his tongue slide against yours. All the while his cock is trapped against your bodies his heat radiating into you and you aren’t sure if the dampness on your panties is from your own core dripping into the fabric or the precum pooling on his tip before trailing down his length. Or a mixture of both.

As the two of you part you don’t miss the haze of lust in his eyes and you know what you want that’s for damn sure. “I wanna feel you inside me again.” Hearing him groan at your admission as you slide one of your hands down his chest, his muscles flexing and rippling under your touch before wrapping your fingers around his length and pumping him. Not that he needs it but you don’t want the foreplay not this time, but you might as well try to smear his precum along his warm flesh so he’ll feel better inside your walls. “Please Vash.” Nipping at his lips as you wait for him to give you some kind of signal.

“You need prep to take me. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is rumbling out of him again, like rocks hitting slides of the mountain as they tumble down it but his cock twitching in your hand tells you far more.

“You won’t Baby, you won’t.” Running your tongue along his bottom lip as you whisper against him. “Please, Vash.”

“Very well then.” That didn’t take much convincing but you’re not going to complain, certain his quick agreement is because he’s just as desperate to be inside of you. It’s awkward but you hook one of your legs over his hip and with one hand shove your panties aside and line him up with your soaked cunt. A short moan as his head presses into you before Vash snaps his hips forward spearing you open on his length, any noises you were about to make were lost as Vash catches your mouth with his.

The hands that had been trailing along your back and now gripping your ass as he hoists you up higher, wrapping your legs around him in response and your hand rejoining the one still around his neck. He wastes no time pumping up into you with his tongue moving the same way in your mouth, lost in the pleasure of his cock dragging against your insides you miss as his feathers move to wrap around your thighs and help him keep you up in the air. The sound of wet skin slapping is lost to the babbling of the stream and with the pace Vash sets it takes no time before you cry out as your first orgasm hits you. Head thrown back as your cunt clenches tight around his dick that has you stretched wide to accommodate him and you feel your sweat dripping down your back.

A hiss from Vash before you’re hoisted higher, mewling at the feeling of being empty while your walls are still spasming and he spurts his release onto the ground. You let out a cry of dismay wishing that he was still inside of you and pumping his come into you. “I didn’t have time to ask.” He’s panting wildly with his head tilted back and you see his nostrils flair as he breathes deeply.

Lifting your fingers to his jaw and trying to move your sluggish body against his to lap at the sweat along his throat. Humming “Baby. Vash. I want you to come in me, take that as permission moving forward.”

Chuckling as his hands knead the meat of your ass. “I have a few errand trickles I can put in you while we recover before the next round.”

“Let me down” you whisper as you get an idea and when your feet touch the ground you’re peeling your shirt off and tossing it to join the rest of your clothes before dropping to your knees in front of him.

“What are you” Groaning without finishing his questions as you grab his cock and lick a hard strip with your tongue flat from where his sac attaches to his dick up to his head. The noise he makes is absolutely sinful and your body is already warming at the thought of having him inside your pussy again. Lapping at the glob of creamy fluid that pools at his tip like it’s an ice cream and you don’t want to miss a drop, humming in delight at the salty taste of it with a hint of something that you can’t place. All you do know is you like how Vash tastes and work to lick him clean and collect what he called a few errand trickles that would have made a puddle the same size as his first release. Above you Vash is groaning softly with both of his hands tangled in your hair as you suck him off, the occasional brush of his feathers along your face making you flush as your panties start to drip with your release soaking them.

Brushing your thighs together as you work as you let out a little moan that has his dick throbbing against your lips, the vibrations running through him down to his heavy balls. The whole time Vash remains hard, just like the first night when you went for several rounds with the mountain god. “If you keep going like that my next release will be down your throat.” His voice has that rumble to it again and a line of lighting races along your spine, you’d much rather have him inside your pussy than your mouth. Sliding off his top with a trail of saliva still connecting you to him that when it breaks lands against your lip and chin, making Vash groan once more.

“Can I ride you?” Last time he was the one to do all the work, and this time you want to be the one on top for a round and curious how different he’ll feel inside you with a new position.

“Ride me?” He sounds a little confused as you stand, finally removing the rest of your clothes and making sure your dripping panties don’t land on any of the other fabric. You still need to go down the mountain later. “Oh, where I am on my back. I wouldn’t mind trying such a position.” He seems to look around for a moment before slipping his hand over yours and grabbing your pile of clothes with a few of his feathers in a bundle.

So much for not getting cum stains on your clothes.

Tugging you along closer to the stream you realize there’s a smaller outcropping from the wall that blends almost seamlessly against it. As you turn with Vash you see why he’s moving the two of you, there tucked away is a decent-sized space with sunlight streaming down from above and an expanse of grass. Far more comfortable than the small pebbles that had lined the edge of the stream which would have dug into both of your skin, your knees already a little tender from your short time pressed against them. Not that you regret it at all.

“This is really pretty.” It sounds almost flat as the words fall from your lips but it is, with the light shining down and the stream off to the side.

“I like to sit here sometimes.” Vash answers, depositing your clothes near the edge of the grass as he takes you more toward the center, pulling you flush against him once more and kissing you. Moaning into your mouth as his tongue traces your teeth, and you can’t help but wonder if he can taste his release. You certainly can and you feel your slick trailing down your thighs as your hands roam his chest.

“Well, today you’re going to lay down.” Nipping at his lips as you look up at him before wrapping your fingers around his twitching cock trapped between you once more. “While I fuck myself stupid riding your dick.”

“I do not like that word but I like the thought of watching as your chest jiggle while you’re on top of me.” Right, he made it pretty clear last time when he kept calling it making love.

“Who’d have thought the God of spring liked boobs.” His gentle laughter as he pulls away from you to lay down in the grass with some of his larger feathers around his form is almost lost in the soft babbling of water over the rocks. You find yourself biting your lip as you watch him, framed by his feather and leaning back on his forearms watching you with his cock at attention holding out a hand for you to take.

“I like your breasts, now come let me fill you up so you can ride me.” Putting emphasis on the ‘you’ part, and it just makes your heart pound a little harder in your chest as you move closer and taking his hand. Careful with your feet as you get into position with your dripping slit hovering over his shiny length, in the short time since you licked him clean his precum is already covering his dick once more.

A few adjustments and his feathers move to help keep you steady until his cock head is nestled against your pussy. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You wink at him before you slowly let gravity drag you down so he’s swallowed by your needy cunt. Letting out a soft throaty little moan as he spreads you, at least before you’re lifting your hips again.

A small whimper from the being under you and his hands are grabbing your hips almost as if he’s desperate to be fully inside of you. “Hang on baby, I wanna watch your face as I go slow.” It surprises you a little how needy he is for being a god, he knows how to have sex and you’re starting to wonder if maybe this is the most affection and sex he’s had in his long life. “I wanna tease you before you splatter deep inside me.” Biting his lip he nods his ascent but he doesn’t move his hands from your sides, his fingers instead kneading your flesh.

As much as you want to just let yourself drop and slam him deep inside your cunt you don’t, moving slowly and each time you move down his length taking more and more of him each time. Twisting your hips at different intervals and squeezing the muscles of your core around him watching him pant, enjoy the way his chest heaves and the feathers that sprout from him flutter when he really enjoys something you do to him.

All the while you play with your breasts, pushing and pulling at them while licking your lips and circling the point of them with your fingers. Vash is a whining panting mess under you, the reins of his control tight but you can see and feel the cracks when his hips jerk or his cock throbs inside of you like an inferno.

When your thighs rest on his and you stop moving you let out a happy little hum, rolling your head atop your shoulders as you feel so full and stuffed with his cock. He’s not as deep as he can be but like this, the curve of his shaft brushes across a cluster of nerves that makes your body jerk, loving the feeling. “You feel so good Baby” sweeping one of your hands down to rub over the bottom of your tummy. “Deep inside of me, splitting me open.” Licking your lips as you see him blinking while you speak, a few of his feathers twitching but otherwise, they haven’t joined in on your little ride. “I can feel you under my fingers, twitching like mad. Tell me my handsome god of the mountain are you ready for me to ride you until I can’t anymore?”

“Yes!” His voice has a new tone as he shouts, like earth-shattering and you smirk enjoying how wrecked he looks.

“Good.” You lean forward making both of you moan in tandem as you catch his lips for a searing kiss, and as you lick against his tongue you start to move. Working your thigh muscles as you start a blistering pace of fucking yourself wildly on his dick, almost fully pulling off him before slamming down once more.

You can’t keep that pace while kissing him like that, leaning back and placing both of your hands on his chest for leverage. Tossing your head as he keeps hitting all the right places inside of you and you start wailing at how good he feels, his own howls of how tight you are joining you while your frenzied movements have his cock plunging in and out of you.

“Close!” Choking the word out between his howls as you keep moving, determined to feel him empty himself inside you.

“Come on Baby, come for me, fill me up sexy.” His hips start to rush up to meet your downward ones and he lets out a hiss, his body going limp as you keep riding him. Sighing at the heat that explodes inside you and the spurts grow weaker the longer you move wanting every drop of this release deep in your cunt. Slowing when it seems like his balls have been drained for this round and leaning over to kiss him again.

“You” He pauses, swallowing hard enough that his whole body shakes from the force of it. “You didn’t find release?”

“Not this time, next round.” Sending him a wink as his hands trail along your side “I’d like to be on top again but you’re free to do whatever else you want if that’s ok with you?” You know you only have one more round before he’ll have to take over because you doubt three will be enough when last time he went all night.

“You may remain on top, but could we change position? I’d like to lick and suck at your breasts while my cock is inside of you.” If he wants to play with your chest you’re down with that.

“Of course.” While he doesn’t need long to recover you shift as his feathers work to adjust both of your bodies so Vash is sitting up almost leaning against them with you held high on his thighs. Like this he’s at the perfect angle to view and play with your chest however he wants and your core tightens around him at the thought.

“My pretty little bride enjoys this I see.” That soft laugh of his is back and you raise an eyebrow at the nickname.

“Bride?” Blinking at the throbbing of his cock deep in your core and you realize he’s ready for the next round.

“You still wear my ring from that morning after our night of lovemaking. That makes you my bride.” He’s grinning wildly now, his fingers roaming your skin again.

It’s an odd conversation to have when the head of his cock is deeper in your core than any of your boyfriends before had ever been. “That’s not how it works. You don’t just have a night of doing what we did and” He laughing hard now and you realize he was joking with you, giving his shoulders a smack. “Very funny Vash.”

“I should not tease you about such.” He grabs your wrist, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around it and turning it to see the ring he made from a leaf still around your finger. Kissing the digit. “But it does please me to see it still adorning your finger.” Giving his hips a roll that has you almost seeing stars. “Now I believe I am ready to have you come on my cock my pretty little bride.” This time you roll your eyes at his obvious teasing and start rolling your hips against his once more.

You know you won’t last long the brief respite from his last release having cooled the fire inside you but his feathers are quick to circle your clit and rub your nipples as you ride him. A slower pace as you rock more against him with the new angle and your hands gripping his shoulders as you move along his length.

“I knew they’d jiggle in a way I liked.” Vash is licking his lips while staring at your chest in a way that almost has you feeling embarrassed. That fades quickly once his head darts forward and latching onto one of your nipples and sucking on it while his feathers coil and twist around the other. He’s desperate to make you come as he sucks harder, almost as if he wants you to catch up to the number of releases he’s had, and with one of his feathers toying with your clit it isn’t long before you’re howling in his embrace as you clamp down on his cock before slumping against him.

Humming low in your throat as Vash starts to move you along his cock himself while your core is still clenching around him. Licking your chest as if he has no intentions to ever stop and picking up speed as he goes, your next orgasm chasing on the heels of the last one, and Vash’s teeth graze your nipple as you cry out. More of Vash’s hot seed spreads in your core as he pumps you full once more.

“Just like you said, I’ll finish inside you from now on.” Slumping against him you just grin and enjoy the post-orgasm haze as his dick fills you to the bursting.

As the sun starts to set your hands wander along his side as you face him, enclosed in his cocoon of feathers once more after several rounds. You learned his favorite position was when you were on your back with your legs pressed to his chest. “I like kissing your womb” had been his simple statement as came from his high after that release.

“So, favorite food?” As his recovery time between rounds has grown the two of you have been speaking and learning more about the other.

“Donuts.” His serious expression takes you by surprise.

“A God who likes donuts? I mean I know you don’t need much food but that’s an odd selection.” Tracing one of the scars along his shoulder as you both relax in his feathers, his cock still buried deep in your core.

He shrugs in response. “There was a vendor from far away once when the village had its festival. I liked them.”

“I’ll make them for you sometime.” You giggle trying to picture Vash eating a donut while his feathers flail around him from pleasure and villagers running in fear.

“Same question.” You answer him honestly, enjoying the closeness as he ghosts the hand not folded under his head like a pillow along your spine.

Biting your lip after you answer and sighing. “I should head down the mountain soon before the villagers start to look for me.” A low whine from Vash followed by a long exhale but he makes no move to separate your bodies or part his feathers.

Tapping his fingers along your back before catching your gaze his eyes serious. “While I was joking about you being my bride I will say, I do enjoy your company a great deal. What would it take for you to remain on the mountain with me?”

“Vash.” You find you have to close your eyes at his expression, his teal eyes pleading with you. “I can’t stay on the mountain, I need a house. Food. Things I get from the village, and I’m here for research. I have to leave eventually.”

“What if I made you a house? I could make a small one here for you, you don’t need to stay forever.” Opening your eyes as you see his pleading get worse and his hand is reaching to encompass yours and pressing his lips to your knuckles. “I’ve been alone for a long time. Even your company for a short time would ease my lonely heart.”

You think about it for a few moments, the idea of spending more time on the mountain is appealing and well the idea of more time with the god is making your core twitch. Something he feels with the grin he’s sending you and the wiggle of his eyebrows. “We’ll talk about it, and actually talk. Not just make love for hours on end, you horny god.”

“Well.” His tone is teasing as his eyebrows keep wiggling like mad. “I am also the God of new beginnings. You might have a reason to stay you aren’t expecting.”

“I swear you are like goddamn Zeus.” Rolling your eyes and smacking his chest while he just roars with laughter again. You make it down the mountain the next morning, exhausted and claiming you fell and hit your head in the stream and woke up that morning. A good excuse to use with your drenched clothes and hope no one notices the faint white stains on your pants and T-shirt.

Damn, horny God.

If you missed the first part it's here

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vulpixisananimal · 13 days

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Defender

(A house for Defenders. Or a castle. Or maybe just a place. Regardless that's where they were now. You were leading the charge, as usual. Followed by Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile, Bonnie, and Nille. It was like that old routine, just follow Siffrin. It was... comforting? You weren't really sure.)

(The Defenders, as Isabeau had once told you, had a house of their own. All about protecting the weak and looking over the city and those in it. It looked welcoming, people coming in and out, bringing in snacks, running around, chatting. If you had time, you'd ask what was making the place so busy.)

(Why do I need to be the one in charge here?)

(I'm pretty tired, plus, you did good at guiding them before.)

(But-)

(You're their guiding star~)

(You groan internally. That was horrible.)

(You step into the Defender place. It looked grand and busy. It was built like a public place. So many smiling faces around, it would have made you relaxed.)

(You glance at your party. They all looked so tense.)

"Isabeau?!?"

(The stranger went right up to Isabeau like they were old friends.) "Isa!! It's been, what, almost a year??"

(Isabeau hesitated.) "... Yeah!! Sorry I was just surprised to uh, see you!"

"Care to introduce us, Isabeau?" (Odile and the others were coming around to meet the new face.)

"Oh!! Right!! This is uh, Ramos! We hung out a lot before I left." (Isabeau mentioned each of you all in turn.) "Odile, Bonnie, Nille, Mirabelle and Siffrin! We're all traveling together!"

"Good to see you again Mirabelle!" (They waved, all chipper and smiling.) "I'm glad that I can see you again, not that I doubted you or 'beau."

"O-oh! Uh, thank you!!" (Mirabelle replied. Maybe telling them all that something bad happened here wasn't a good idea.)

"Are you guys just coming to visit? Or ya need a hand?"

"Someone grabbed Bonnie in broad daylight at the market yesterday. (Odile said, voice steady. At least she could keep a straight face here.)

"What!?!" (Ramos scowled at that.) "In the middle of the busiest place in town! Dunno if that's gutsy or stupid."

"I'd say lucky, if I caught em I'd knock their teeth out!" (Nille continued.) "If it wasn't for Mirabelle I woulda lost em."

"Oh Change." (Ramos shook their head.) "Well tell ya what. There's a few people who can help with that, I'll lead you there! Plus I gotta catch up with my buddy."

(Joke time.)

"Oh, do you keep flowers?"

(Ramos turns to you.) "Flowers?"

"'Cause you have a budding friendship."

(There were a mix of groans and laughs from your family and Ramos. Who moved towards you and was about to put an arm around you.)

(But stopped.)

(. . ?)

"Hey let's get going! The sun isn't waiting for us after all." (Said ramos, turning to lead you all.)

(Ramos and Isabeau were leading the group, chatting and catching up. You were keeping step with them, glancing around the halls and rooms they passed. It all seemed so... Normal.)

(You glance back, Mirabelle was biting her nails (stopping as you give her a look) Odile looked calm and analytical as always, Nille and Bonnie were chatting. Bonnie sniffed the air.)

"Do you keep plants here?"

"Huh? This isn't another joke, is it?" (Ramos replied.)

"Wait! Wasn't there that guy who was keeping roses? It could be that! What was his name..." (Isabeau pondered.)

(... Wait.)

"What's it smell like?" (You ask)

"Huh?" (Bonnie glanced up at you.) "Oh, mint. A neighbor used to have it all over their garden, I'd smell it all the time."

"Oh no!" (Mira exclaimed.) "Mint is so hard to remove, a friend of mine at the House tried using Craft to get rid of it but that didn't even work!"

"Those poor roses..." (Ramos mused.) "He has been stressed lately, maybe that's why."

"Oh!! Maybe I could try, helping with that then?"

"Sure!" (Ramos walked over to Mirabelle and put a hand on her shoulder, and pointed down a hall.) "Should be down there, not hard to miss."

"I'm coming too!!!" (Bonnie ran after Mirabelle, Nille following right behind yelling at them to slow down.)

(Your hand twitches, about to protest but... They were already off, Isabeau catches your look, and smiles at you as if to say "they'll be okay." You hope so.)

"Not far now." (Ramos continued.) "Sorry this place can be a maze."

"I'm used to mazes." (You reply. Odile snorts at that.)

"Has Jouvente had a history of kidnappers?" (Odile asks.)

"Nope! It's supposed to be real safe here." (Another turn.) "Dunno why someone would try to grab a kid."

"Hmm." (You knew that look. If Odile had THAT look then something was up.)

(Another turn.)

"Oh don't worry M'dame, Ramos has always been able to help!" (Isabeau looked back and smiled at you.) "They helped me a lot with my defenders exams! It was a real struggle."

(... What?)

(Another turn.)

"Are the Defender exams particularly tough?" (Odile asked, ever curious.)

"Oh yeah!! But thanks to Ramos I didn't break a sweat-"

(You stop walking.)

(How many loops had you and Siffrin talked to him? How many lines of his has you memorized. You probably knew his history better than he did.)

(Then why was he getting it wrong?)

"You never mentioned Ramos before, Isabeau."

(He tilted his head.) "I haven't?"

(No. You haven't. Over hundreds of loops, of hundreds of variations. You never once heard that name. But you knew Isabeau asked a favor tree to ace his exams. You knew he studied. You knew he found it easy and didn't need help.)

(What's that smell?)

"You have not, no." (Odile adds.) "And I must ask, if Jouvente is safe, how'd you get that bandage, Ramos?"

(You look at the Defender. You knew their look too.)

(Fear. Fear about a flubbed line. Fear about a slipping mask.)

"Siffrin! M'dame! Please there's no need for any of that-"

(Odile pushes past Isabeau and grabs Ramos' arm.) "What's going on? I don't want to hurt you, Ramos, but someone tried hurting Bonnie."

(What. That. SMELL.)

"M-miss Odile please! I just want to figure this out and, and I want to help!"

(She looks at him for a moment, then stumbles back.)

(Ramos continued.) "If you'd just, just help me out here I'm sure we can-"

"Siffrin?" (Odile glances at you. Her face, it's, she looks panicked. Confused.)

(You look between her, Isabeau, and Ramos. What was going on? What was that smell? What weren't they telling you? Odile put a hand to her head. Isabeau took a step to her to help.)

(You could see Ramos trying to get back into character.)

(. . . Time to play your own role then. You draw your dagger.)

"!!!!!"

(You take a step towards Ramos and speak.) "Tell me the truth."

"I, I-I am I promise I am! I don't know why I'd ever lie to you!"

(Step.) "Liar liar pants a'fire~"

"Siffrin they're, I don't think they're a threat." (Odile mumbled.)

"They're my friend Sif!! Leave them alone!!!" (Isabeau added.)

(Step.)

"I don't want to fight you, but, but I will! I will defend myself!!"

(Step.) "I don't want to hurt you either, Ramos~" (You twirl your knife.) "But I don't know if I can hold myself back~"

(Loop, you're scary.)

"Siffrin?!?!" (Isabeau stood up and stepped towards you.) "What's gotten into you?!?"

(Running out of time.)

(You breathe in, and out. Dash towards Ramos and swipe at their kerchief.)

(. . . You were right.)

"Siffrin! That's enough!" (Isabeau got between you and Ramos, but the star pendant was there for all to see. Why was Isabeau being so strange! Couldn't he see that's who grabbed Bonnie?!?)

"That's enough?!? 'Beau please, you can see they're wearing that blinding pendant!" (You were loosing patience.)

"That's just fashion! How do you know it's connected to anything!"

"It's not just fashion!" (You were yelling.) "It's a star! And it-"

"Stop making excuses!! You're just being selfish!"

(. . . Selfish?)

"You've been nothing but rude to me and my friends! You always have been!"

(What. No that, that's not-)

(Something's wrong, this isn't right!)

"I should never have trusted you."

(You feel a tug-)

(. . .)

(He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. he didn't mean it he didn't mean it he didn't mean it he didn't mean it he didn't mean it.)

(He. Didn't. Mean. It.)

(. . . He didn't. . .)

(. . . Please. . .)

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familyabolisher · 7 months

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if you wouldn't mind sharing, what did schitt's creek do disappointingly in its story? thank you!

so, like. i mean, i think the show was flawed from the start -- i think a lot of the jokes rely on this image of the, like, small-town 'hick,' that in turn relies on a pretty hefty set of classist assumptions that i don't think dan levy was, you know, interested in interrogating in any serious way. i don't watch sitcoms for their revolutionary politics lol but there were certain moments in eg. roland and jocelyn's characterisation in particular that left an incredibly bad taste in my mouth. (ftr i think season 1 is pretty poor, 2-4 are genuinely good tv, 5 + 6 are a mess.)

but my specific frustration was -- so, at the end of season 4, we see moira despondent that the crows have eyes 2 was shelved; we also see the culmination of a season's worth of work having gone into the community production of cabaret. from here, the plot beats seemed so obvious to me that i was literally like certain i knew how moira's arc would end: clearly, this was an opportunity for her to realise that pursuing the sort of 'fame' she had before was a losing battle that was making her unhappy (and had always made her unhappy!), and that she could find genuine fulfilment through pursuing the kind of 'local,' small-town community opportunities that cabaret was supposed to represent. i mean obviously i have my various communist gripes with this position, but like, by the standards i hold sitcoms from nepo babies to, it's fair enough! it's a compelling enough response to the setup of the show -- the roses have lost everything and have to learn to live without everything. moira relied on a seemily fictitious narrative of public adoration; an insanely easy way to eke some character growth out of her would surely be to have her realise that small, local projects with her friends bring her a joy that public validation never could.

but, like. by the end of the show, moira gets back on the showbusiness ladder, to the point where her old show is rebooted. johnny gets a foot back in the business world. alexis is a businesswoman. david is a businessman! david chooses to stay in schitt's creek whilst the others leave for NY and cali, which is a compelling enough narrative choice on its own, but like -- come on, he opens a v bougie business and Gets Married and whatever the fuck else, it's boring, it's the same old narrative of assimilation into the bourgeois classes. it makes for a nice contrast against the end of season one but i don't believe he's a fundamentally changed person; he's just found a way to make his old tendencies make sense in a new setting.

there's a sense that the lives of the roses essentially reset; that they've been given the opportunity to return to their old lives, taking the 'lessons' they were able to learn from their time in schitt's creek with them. if anything's been "learnt" then it's these v individualist perspectives on, like, bootstraps and hard work; david and alexis have graduated from being nepo children into people with a legitimate intellectual claim to the bourgeois class. johnny has proven himself as a businessman. moira has uhhhh put on a production of cabaret, which justifies her going back to the old life that clearly made her miserable. like -- there's no sense that their old lives were bad, just a sense that they hadn't quite earnt the right to them yet. and in that, everyone in schitt's creek ends up ultimately reduced to a vehicle by which they can earn the right to their bourgeois status. it's a v nasty ethos, and as much as i find individual points of the show pretty funny (like, funnier than your average sitcom), i just -- like, it's so cruel at its centre?

#ask

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Your mother’s new husband

Dmitri Antonov + Female Reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, smoking, & smut ~

This is not how you expected you life to be at all. Twenty six. Still living at home. Working a shit job to help your mum with the bills. Still somehow living in the wreck of Hawkins as the town and people begin to slowly build themselves again. And now? Well you most definitely did not expect yourself to be under your mothers new husband in bed. Let’s start of the beginning shall we?

Today was like any another normal Thursday. You got up at 7am, have a shower, brushed teeth, got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast. Same breakfast as always. Peanut butter on toast, your favourite. You took your place at the dining room table like normal. Only for these last few months you’ve had an extra house member. Your mothers new husband. Your new step father. Dmitri Antonov.

Your mothers best friend Joyce had a package from Russia sent from her beloved Jim Hopper, rose from the grave. Your mother insisted for Joyce and Murray not to go on their own. So of course she invited herself along too. Even when Joyce and the kids moved away from Hawkins they kept in contact everyday. They did have a beautiful friendship. You loved your mother dearly but my god she liked to take over. Anyway long story short after Joyce and Hopper reunited and moved back to Hawkins your were even more surprised to see you mother with a man. Another one. You see your mum was a bit of, well to put it bluntly, a whore. You didn’t even know who your father was as there was three people in the line up. Yes three. Of course you were very wary at first as you had no idea who this stranger was and now he was living in your home. A month after he moved in they got married in secret. You were mortified when you found out. You were so angry that your mother did this. Brought this stranger into your life without knowing him properly. Was here here for a green card? Or did he actually care for your mother? Or was there any other reason? You really didn’t know. You acted more of a child than you should of but she just left you if the dark again. The day you found out you stayed in your room refusing to come out. You sobbed into your pillow as you felt let down by her again. There was a gentle knock at your door. ‘Go away!’ You shouted. ‘Y/N, please?’ You hear Dmitri’s voice on the other side of the door. ‘What do you want?’ You said sadly. He opened the door and his heart broke a little seeing your eyes all red and puffy. Tears still rolling down your face, chest breathing heavily up and down. Dmitri closed the door and sat next to you on the bed. ‘I, I am sorry. She told me you knew’ Dmitri begins to say. ‘She said you were happy to have a father figure in your life. I promise if I would of known how this would of made you feel I would of not married her’ he says his hand stroking your back. You looked up into his eyes, bottom lip still trembling. You didn’t know what to say, Dmitri’s words hit home a lot more than you expected. You can’t deny it was kind of nice to have him around. You talked a bit and did get on well, maybe he wasn’t the bad guy? ‘I, I’m sorry Dmitri’ you say as tears start to roll down your cheek again. Dmitri did not say anything, he only brought you in for a hug. This was the first time you two had been this close. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into it. Your chest pressed again his, his hand still stroking your back soothingly. He let you cry as much as you needed that evening. That evening you two got a bond. A bond that would never be broken Flicking through a magazine about New York’s new fashion trends whilst eating your toast you hear Dmitri and you mother upstairs. They were arguing. Again. You see as yours and Dmitri’s relationship became better, his and your mothers seemed to be getting worse. Your mother had sadly fallen back to her old ways. Before Russias rescue mission and Hawkins downfall your mother would go out every weekend drinking and bring a different man home. You had the unfortunate of your room being across from you mothers and hearing them. You listened to your walkman a lot. She swore to you after everything that had happened these last few months she would not become who she was. She lied.

One Friday last month your mother did not come home that night. Around 2am the phone rang waking you up, Dmitri answered. You opened your bedroom door and crept down the stairs listening in. ‘Who is this?’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You fucker’ ‘For fuck sake. *sighs* Yes I’ll be there in ten’ Dmitri slammed the phone down. You walked to the kitchen and saw him rubbing his eyes. ‘Everything okay?’ You asked in a quiet voice. Dmitri turned to you giving you a warm smile. ‘Yes, fine. Your mother. I, I have to go pick her up from, from a friends’ he says looking like he may want to cry. You know exactly what he means. ‘Do you want me to go?’ You ask walking over to Dmitri. He shakes his head, ‘No, no. You go back to sleep. I won’t be too long okay?’ He says placing a kiss on the top of your head. ‘Be careful’ you say hugging him, he hugs you back and rests his hand upon yours. You and Dmitri had become more close so hugging was comfortable and natural now. ‘I will, go on. Back to bed’ he says letting go of you. ‘Goodnight’ you say walking back upstairs. ‘Night’ Dmitri says as he puts his coat on. You fall back asleep no problem only to be woken up not even a hour later. You sit up and hear shouting from Dmitri and your mother. You try to ignore it only it’s difficult. You get out of bed and open the door slightly.

‘Кто, черт возьми, это был?!’ (Who the hell was that?!’) Dmitri shouts.

Neither you or your mother speak Russian so you have no idea what he is shouting.

‘I do not understand what the fuck you are saying!’ Your mother shouts back words slightly slurred. Yup she was drunk.

‘Ты сказал, что больше не пьешь!’ (You said you don’t drink anymore!) Dmitri shouts something out again.

‘Talk fucking English if you want to talk to me! I. Do. Not. Understand!’ You mother screams back angrily.

‘What is the point? You clearly have had a drink. After promising Y/N and myself that you wouldn’t. I get a phone call from another fucking man asking me to pick you up. From his house! From his bed! шлюха! (Whore!)’ Dmitri shouts. You’ve never heard him like this. You mother does not reply to him. You can hear her moving to the kitchen, most probably looking for more drink. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs, you peek your head out slightly and see Dmitri clearly upset. He stops on the landing catching his breath. He turns to your door and you quickly shut it before he sees you. You hear more movement from your mothers downstairs and then Dmitri’s bedroom slam shut. You climb back into bed hoping to somehow sleep

Things had not been the same since then. Your mother still goes out over the weekend. Does whatever she does and then calls Dmitri to pick her up. He always does. That’s the saddest thing of all. No matter where your mother was or what time he was calling he always got her. They wasn’t as much arguing as before. It’s like Dmitri had slowly come to accept his new life. He was suppose to have a better life here. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. ‘Morning sweetie’ you mother said beamingly as she made her way to the kitchen. ‘Morning mum’ you said with a smile. ‘Do you mind finding something to do later, you know, so you’re not at home?’ You mother asks pouring some coffee. You look up from your magazine. ‘Why?’ You ask. Your mother sits across from you. ‘Well some people are coming over. Work friends.’ She says taking a sip. ‘Oh Denise and Carol? Why do I need to go? I haven’t seen them in ages would be nice to say hi’ you say taking a bite out of your toast. ‘No not those friends sweeties. Having Gary and Dylan over. They are new. Going, going to show them the ropes’ she says smiling. You drop your toast down, it lands wrong way up but you don’t pick it up as it sticks to the plate. Your stomach churns and eyebrows raise. ‘W-why, why here? Why can’t you show them at the office?’ You ask stuttering. Your mother rolls her eyes. ‘You know why. C’mon sweets. I’ll give you some money so you can do whatever you want?’ She says finding her purse. ‘What about Dmitri?’ You ask. She looks up at you blankly, for a second you think she’s forgetting who Dmitri is. ‘Oh honey, he knows. Don’t worry’ she says handing you $60. You look at her not saying anything. She grabs your hand and pushes the money into your palm. ‘So I’ll see you Saturday okay?’ She says kissing you goodbye. ‘But mum, it’s only-’ you shout to her but she shuts the door and is gone. ‘It’s only Thursday’ you mumble to yourself. You don’t bother to finish your breakfast. Works pretty slow so the morning drags. On your break you decide to call Dmitri at work, just to give him a heads up about tonight. You didn’t know what your mother was planning on doing but you didn’t want Dmitri to see whatever he was.

‘Hawkins police this is officer Antonov how can I help?’ Dmitri says answering the phone

‘Hi Dmitri it’s Y/N’ you say

‘Oh hello Y/N. This is an unexpected call. Everything okay?’ He asks slightly concerned

‘Yeah all good. I, I was just wondering. (You can’t exactly blurt out what you thinks gonna happen with your mother and her ‘friends’ over the phone) I was, lunch. Want to grab some lunch?’ You ask hoping he will say yes. It will be much easier to talk in person

‘Sure, was about to go for lunch, I’ll come pick you up?’ He says grabbing his keys

‘Okay, sounds good. Thanks. See you soon’ you say hanging up the phone.

You were nervous to talk to Dmitri. You didn’t know what you were going to say or how you were going to say it but you needed to. Ten minutes later you see Dmitri arrive. You go outside and get in the car. ‘Well this was a nice surprise. My morning has been pretty shit to be honest. So thank you’ he says with a warm smile. Your heart drops to your stomach, surely you’re just going to make it worse. How can you tell him when he’s looking at you with such a warm kind smile? ‘N-no problem. I’m sorry you’ve had a bad morning. Wanna talk about it?’ You say putting on your seatbelt. ‘Don’t want to bore you don’t worry. What about that new drive through for lunch, it’s just opened? I don’t have too long so something quick will have to do’ he says pulling onto the street. ‘Sure, sounds great’ you reply. You can’t help but shift in your seat, you were feeling nervous and uncomfortable keeping this from him. You wanted to tell him but how could you? Dmitri noticed. ‘Hey, are you okay?’ He asks turning his head slightly to you. ‘Mmhmm. Fine’ you reply in a small voice. ‘Y/N, I’ve been living with you for some time now. I can tell when something is wrong’ he says pulling into the drive through. ‘What would you like, my treat?’ He asks. ‘Just a burgers good. Thanks’ you say quietly. Dmitri orders and parks up. He begins to eat as your fiddle with the wrapping of your burger. You look over to Dmitri surprisingly he’s already looking at you. ‘C’mon. Tell me what’s wrong’ he says taking a bite of his food. ‘Nothings wrong’ you mumble. Dmitri sighs and puts his food down. He turns slightly towards. ‘Y/N?’ He says. You don’t look up. You feel his fingers lift up your chin so you look at him. You flinch at his actions as they take you off guard. ‘I can tell you have something to say’ he says, his fingers not leaving your chin. He looks at you with those kind eyes and warm smile. You sigh. ‘You can’t go home tonight’ you say in a quiet voice. He looks at you confused. ‘Mum. She has, she has people over. She’s given me $60 to be out of the house till Saturday. I’m so sorry Dmitri’ you say as your eyes fill up. You close them so you don’t see his face. A tear rolls down your cheek, you feel Dmitri’s thumb wipe it away and stroke your cheek. ‘Y/N?’ He says in a calming tone. You reluctantly open your eyes. You look at him. He doesn’t seem to have any bad reaction. No anger in his eyes. He removes his hand from your face and sighs loudly. ‘I know. Gary and Dylan right? I, I heard your mother on the phone last night. She thought I’d fallen asleep on the sofa. I heard what she said. She told me it was a work thing but not those two men. She does not know I know. I would like to keep it that way. I, I have a room booked in a hotel for the next two nights.’ He says looking at his hands. You don’t reply straight away, you are shocked to hear. ‘You, you know?’ You whisper. Dmitri nods and turns to you. ‘I do. But I do not want her to know that I do. So I would be grateful if you did not tell her’ he says with pleading eyes. ‘But why? Why do you not want her to know? She’s, she’s cheating on you!’ You blurt out more loudly than anticipated. Dmitri rubs his eyes. ‘You think I don’t know that? She does not hide it well. I don’t think she cares anymore. I, I don’t think she loves me anymore’ Dmitri says sadly. ‘Dmitri, I, I’m sure she does. My mum. She just. It’s the alcohol. It makes her so stupid things. Really stupid. I am so sorry she makes you feel like this. You, you do not deserve it at all’ You say sighing sadly. ‘You are too kind Y/N.’ He says looking up at you with sad eyes but smiling still. You smile back. For a minute the whole world just stops as you look at one another. You’ve never realised how handsome he is

‘So what will you do?’ He asks snapping you out of your trance. You look at him confused. ‘I mean tonight and tomorrow?’ He asks. ‘Oh shit. I forgot. I, I don’t really know. I would stay with a friend but Eddies at a gig, Nancy and Johnathan are away for the week, Steve has a few dates lined up and Robin is working.’ You say wondering what an earth you could do. ‘Well -Dmitri clears his throat-, if you wanted. You, you could stay with me?’ Dmitri asks slightly nervously. You can feel your cheeks blushing, wait why are you blushing? ‘Are you sure?’ You ask hesitantly. ‘Of course. Can’t have you no where to go just so you mother can do whatever the hell she wants. I’m sure we can watch some movies, room service? How does that sound?’ He asks. Just you and Dmitri. Your step dad. Alone. You can’t help but get a tingly feeling all over your body. Your not sure why your reacting this way. ‘I’d love to. Thank you Dmitri’ you say with a smile. ‘No problem, now eat, we need to get you back to work’ he says with a smile. You tuck into your burger as he drives you back to work. You mind wanders to this evening. You realised you didn’t have any clothes. You’d have to go home regardless to pack.

The rest of the day goes quickly compared to your morning. Dmitri called you at work to ask if you could pick him up since Hopper needed the car in the garage, you said you would. Before picking him up you drive back home to pack some clothes for the next couple of nights. Luckily no sign of your mothers car. You decide to have a quick shower before packing you bags. You throw on your black skirt with a band tee, pairing with knee high socks and your vans. You pack your clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, all the essentials. Just as you zip up your bag you hear the door open downstairs and the sound of your mother laughing. Great. You put on your bag and make your way down. ‘Sweets. What are you doing here?’ You mother asks smiling through gritted teeth. You feel the two men staring at your legs as you come down the stairs. ‘Just packed a bag for a couple of nights. I’m out of here don’t worry’ you say going towards the door. ‘Boys why don’t you make yourself a drink, kitchens down the hall to the right’ she says with a flirty smile. You wanted to puke at the sight of your mother flirting with these strangers. She pulls your arm before leaving. ‘Where are you staying?’ She asks looking you up and down. ‘Just at a friends. They said I could stay on the couch.’ You reply back. Your mother smiles from ear to ear. ‘That’s great honey. I’m glad you can sort yourself out. Here’s another $40, maybe come back Monday?’ She says with a Cheshire Cat smile. You snatch the money and roll your eyes. ‘No problem.’ You say bluntly as your open the door. You turn back before leaving, ‘You know what? Dmitri doesn’t deserve this shit from you. He deserves someone better.’ You say slamming the door shut. She doesn’t even bother to come out after you. You drive to the station ready to meet Dmitri feeling infuriated by your mother and her actions. How can she chose to sleep around with men when she has Dmitri? He’s so kind and caring. Not mention he’s a very beautiful man, it hadn’t go unnoticed by you of course but he’s your step father, so those thoughts were hidden. As you park up you see Dmitri talking to Hopper each smoking a cigarette. Dmitri has changed into some more comfortable clothes, jeans and a top. You can’t help but stare as Dmitri brings the cigarette to his lips, he inhaled the sweetness of the nicotine his nostrils flaring slightly. He holds it for a minute then breathes it out, his chest heaving as he breathes out.

Dmitri sees you as he finishes his cigarette, you just staring blankly at him with an expression he’s not seen before. Hopper follows Dmitri’s eyes. ‘She okay?’ Hopper asks. ‘I think so, why do you ask?’ Dmitri says putting out his cigarette. ‘Listen man not my business but she’s looking at you like the way Joyce looks at me’ Hopper says. Dmitri turns to him raising his eyebrows, ‘Excuse me? Dmitri says surprised. ‘Like I said man. Not my place to say, have a good weekend’ Hopper says parting Dmitri on the shoulder. Dmitri picks up his bag and walks over to your car. You snap out of your trance when you see him walking over to the car. He opens the passenger door and throws his bag in the back. ‘Thanks for picking me up’ he says sitting down putting on his seatbelt. ‘No worries’ you say with a smile. You sit there for a minute in silence before Dmitri spoke. ‘So the hotel is about a forty minute drive, I’ll direct you or I can drive?’ He offers. ‘Maybe you drive, I’m not the best with directions. Dmitri chuckled and gets out of the car walking to your side. You climb over to the passengers seat, Dmitri notices your skirt lifting up, his eyes follow it as it lifts. He can see the outline of your lace underwear. He feels a twinge in his boxers. Both seated Dmitri starts to drive to the hotel. A minute of excitement and nervousness runs through you. ‘So where does your mother think you are, I presume you didn’t say with me?’ Dmitri asks turning to you slightly. ‘I told her a friends. She was happy I wasn’t staying long. Where did you say you were going?’ You ask. ‘Told her had to work away the weekend, don’t know if she believed me but either way she did not care. She was also happy I was not going to be there.’ Dmitri replies in a somewhat sad tone. ‘I told her she doesn’t deserve you before I left. I told her you deserved someone better’ you said. ‘You did? Well that was very sweet of you Y/N, I appreciate it’ Dmitri replies, his hand moved on your bare thigh giving it a little squeeze, it’s like it had mind of it’s own. You felt your cheeks blush at his touch, you could feel him pulling his hand away but you rested yours on top so he couldn’t move. You both turned to one another and face a small shy smile. You stayed like that the whole car ride. Dmitri turns into the hotel, ‘Sleepy Stays’ the sign read. It was nice looking, a large building with lots of windows and trees around. Definitely better than a motel but no five stars. He parks up and you reluctantly move your hand away so Dmitri can move his. Your not sure what is going on with you but you want his hand back on your thigh. You both get out grabbing your bags, we’ll you go to get yours but Dmitri takes it. ‘I can carry my own bag’ you say shutting the door. ‘I know but I would like to’ he says smiling. Gosh his smile is breath taking

You walk next to one another as you walk to the doors. It’s even nicer inside, light yellow walls, red flowers dotted around in vases, a fancy chandelier in the middle of the lobby. It was better than you anticipated. You both walk up to the front desk, the lady behind it gives you two a smile. ‘Good afternoon, we are checking in. The name is under Dmitri Antonov’ Dmitri says taking his wallet from his pocket. ‘Good afternoon sir, madam, I will just check that for you’ she replies typing on the computer. ‘Yes got you down here. King size bed with suite, will that be cash or card?’ You don’t hear what Dmitri replies as your heart is beating through your ears. You didn’t even think about the sleeping arrangement. A king bed? At least it’s big enough for you both. But what if you snore or drool in your sleep? What if you roll over and your next to him? What if- ‘Y/N?’ Dmitri’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. ‘Mmhmm?’ You reply, your unsure if words will come out of your mouth. ‘I said you ready?’ Dmitri replies grabbing the bags. ‘Oh, yeah sorry’ you reply. ‘Enjoy your stay Mr and Mrs Antonov’ she says with a smile. Dmitri nods back and you smile. Neither of you correct her. Y/N Antonov, you kind of liked that. Damn it snap out of it. He’s married. Married to your mother! Okay calm down. Dmitri presses the button as you wait for the lift to arrive. ‘You okay?’ He asks. You turn to him, ‘I’m good yeah, why? You okay?’ You reply far too quickly. ‘I’m good. Just checking, you seem, nervous?’ Dmitri says shrugging his shoulders. The lift door opens and Dmitri lets you go first. He presses number two and you start to go up. ‘Well, I am a little bit I guess’ you say twisting your fingers into one another. ‘Hey, there’s nothing to be nervous about, I promise’ he says with a reassuring smile. His tone of voice and smile help you calm. You make your way to the room and Dmitri unlocks it with the key. Again letting you in first. Of course such a gentleman. But also in the back of Dmitri’s mind he can’t help but look at your ass as you walk in front. It’s been a while since your mother and him were intimate due to her list of men. He couldn’t help but get excited as it wobbles a little as you walk. Dmitri’s thoughts remind him, calm down. Your married. To her mother. Stop this now.

The room is nice, same colour yellow as the lobby. The king size bed taking up most of the room, it looks very comfortable. There’s a small TV, two bedside tables, lamps and a painting of two people kissing above the bed. You quickly look away from that and go investigate the bathroom. ‘This is lovely’ you say walking in. ‘Sparkling clean for staters and look at this, a bath and a shower!’ You say excitedly. Yes you have a shower at home but the pressure terrible you couldn’t wait to try this one out. ‘I’m glad you like it, it is very nice’ Dmitri replies putting the bags down, he lays down on the bed and moans. Wait. What? You’re unsure if you heard that right but he does it again, it sounds fucking heavenly. ‘Y/N, this is the most comfortable bed I think I’ve ever felt. You must come try!’ Dmitri shouts to you in the bathroom. You make your way to the bed and see Dmitri laid in the end of it, arms stretched up behind him. You plop on the edge and lay down, not too close to Dmitri though. You can’t help but let out a small moan too. You cough to cover it but Dmitri heard you. He would do anything to hear it again. This damn bed was magic. Making you both moan as soon as you lay. What they hell was going on? ‘I have to agree. This is much comfier than my bed at home’ you say stretching your arms up sinking more into the bed. You close your eyes and just relax for a minute. Dmitri turns to you. He can’t help but stare at you. You truly are beautiful. You are beautiful just like your mother but you were a much more decent person. He watched the way your arms starched above your head causing your top to go tighter around you chest. He gulped at the sight of your chest constricted in that top. He’d give anything to take it off. He gulped nervously as he could feel something growing in his pants. You turn your head and open your eyes to see Dmitri staring at you. Your cheeks blush once again as did Dmitri’s. For a minute you both just stare into one another’s eyes, like it’s the first time you’ve truly seen each other. Dmitri clears his throat and sits up. ‘So erm room service, sound good?’ He asks getting up looking for the menu. ‘Yeah sounds good’ you say sitting up. Dmitri finds the menu as sits down next to you so you can both look at it. Your heart beats quicker as you feel his clothed leg rest on your bare leg, shoulders bumping into one another. Neither of you move away. ‘So, see anything you’d like?’ Dmitri says looking at the menu. You haven’t even looked at the menu yet, just at him, you unconsciously bite your lower lip. Uh huh you think to yourself. ‘What would that be?’ Dmitri says looking up at you. Shit you spoken out loud. He is surprised to see you staring at him, my god that lip bite. He can’t help but think how sexy you look. You quickly look down at the menu. ‘Oh erm, the, the- pizza!’ You shout pointing to it. ‘Sound good, I’ll order two pizzas and some beers?’ Dmitri says standing up to order the food. ‘Sure, sounds great. I’m gonna have a shower quick, if, if that’s okay?’ You say standing up. ‘Of course’ he says smiling. ‘Cool cool, won’t be too long’ you say rushing to the bathroom.

You close the door behind you and rest your head on the door. My god woman calm the fuck down. What had gotten into you? I mean yes this is the first time you and Dmitri had been alone. And yes you’d always found him attractive but he’s married. Once again to your mother! Not that she deserved him anyway. You push all thought aside as you focus on your shower, yes the lovely shower. You strip out of your clothes and step into the shower. Already the warm water helps you calm, the pressure feels so good too. There’s shampoo and soap already in the shower compliments of the hotel. You begin to massage to shampoo into your hair. It smells like roses and driftwood, very pretty. The smell of driftwood lingers more and your minds brought back to Dmitri. He smells of driftwood sometimes. You can help but think of him whilst you wash the shampoo out. You think of him in the shower washing your hair for you. You think he’d be gentle, washing it throughly making sure all the bubbles were gone. After your hairs all clean you begin to wash your body. You think of Dmitri and how he’d help you. Starting at the top working his way down. His hands lathering you in bubbles. Cleaning everywhere. Not missing a spot. Him going down on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those deep blue eyes. Kisses on your inner thighs, him moving them apart so he can look at your bare. The water running down his body, his hair. He didn’t care. He was face to face with your bare beautiful pussy. You think about his lips. How they’d kiss your clit. How his tongue slowly click a stipe across your- ‘Y/N?’ Dmitri voice comes with a a knock on there other side of the door. You quickly open your eyes to find your hand has wondered down to your throbbing core, you hadn’t even realised what had happened. ‘Erm, yeah?’ You shout back quickly removing you hand. ‘Foods here’ Dmitri says. ‘Already? That was quick!’ You shout back washing the remaining bubbles. ‘You’ve been gone twenty minutes’ Dmitri days. ‘Oh shit, sorry, getting out now!’ You say turning off the shower. Your imagination got the better of you, how the hell were you suppose to face your step dad again after those intrusive thoughts? You get out the shower and wrap the towel around your body.

‘Oh fuck’ you mumble. With hurrying to get to the bathroom you’d forgotten your pyjamas. Wait. Fuck. You were in a rush you pack your bag you’ve just realised you didn’t actually pack any. There’s nothing you can do other than go out. You look in the mirror and take a deep breath before you open the door, you poke your head out and see Dmitri bent down in front of the TV flicking through the channels. You step out and approach the room. Dmitri hears you as he continues looking for something, ‘anything you enjoy watching most?’ He asks. ‘I don’t mind, erm, do. Do you have any pjs or something?’ You ask holding your towel tightly around your body. ‘Pjs?’ Dmitri says turning around to you. Fuck. Dmitri stands up straight and is taken back by seeing you just in that small towel. Hair wet running down your shoulders, towel hugged tightly around you so he could see your curves, the end of the towel resting on your wet thighs, he could see your nipples sticking through the thin fabric of the towel. Shit. He was done for. He gulped as he looked at your body up and down, he could not help it. ‘Dmitri?’ You say feeling very flustered. The way he’s looking at you gives you tingling feeling through out your body. ‘Hmm? Sorry. Pjs right. Erm, I don’t own any. However I have a spare shirt?’ He suggests pointing to his bag. ‘Yes please. Thanks’ you reply moving to grab his bag. You lean down a little to pick it up from the bed. Your towel rides up, your bare ass is out. Dmitri can help but look. He lets out a small moan at the sight of your ass. It looks even better than he thought. The moan doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You turn around shirt in hand. You can see Dmitri’s face is full of lust and excitement. You can’t help but bite your lip again. You don’t know what comes over you. If it’s the long looks. The touches here and there. Or just because you and him are finally alone but you decide fuck it. You walk towards him slowly until you stop right in front of him. You look right into his eyes tossing the shirt down. He watches it land down on the floor. Without saying any words your hands unwrap the towel around you, you drop it to the floor. Your heart races faster than it ever has

Dmitri does not say a word as he sees the towel drop to the floor. His eyes dart down to your bare body. It’s even more magnificent than he imagined. Dmitri falls to his knees in front of you, you’re unsure what he is doing. He picks up the towel and lifts it, ‘I think you dropped this?’ He says throwing it across the room. You watch as it darts across the floor, Dmitri’s hands make your head turn back. You feel his hands stroking the back of your legs up and down slowly sending goosebumps through your body. His hands stop when they meet your ass, he squeezes your cheeks causing you to gasp. You look down at him to see him smirking up at you. He leans in closer as presses his lips onto your stomach. He kisses along your hip bones, you can already feel yourself becoming wet. ‘Fuck’ you whisper. ‘Y/N, you have such a beautiful body’ Dmitri praises as his lips trail down lower. ‘So perfect. In every way’ he continues praising you as you feel his lips move down to the top of your thighs. ‘Such a pretty girl’ he says as he places a kiss on the part of your thigh that is right next to your thobbing core. You whimper as the almost contact. He looks up at you again with those deep blue eyes as he stops his face in front of your pussy. Looking like how you pictured him in the shower, only this time it’s really happening. He places a kiss on the top of your pussy. You can’t help but squirm as you need more. ‘Please Dmitri’ you whine. ‘Please what baby? Tell me what you want’ Dmitri says digging his fingers into your ass more. The new nickname baby melts you heart. ‘Please. Touch me’ you beg pathetically. You don’t care though. You need him to touch you. Dmitri doesn’t use his words to answer. His hand leave your ass and make there way to your pussy. He opens up your dripping wet lips. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he mutters under his breath. You moan loudly as you feel his tongue lick your wetness from your hole to your clit. Your body jolts at his movement, you hand moving to his hair to pull it. He moans as you tug his hair. He licks you again, agonisingly slow. Your body struggles to stand as his tongue licks up and down. ‘Need, need to lay’ you moan out. Dmitri gives one last long lick before standing up and walking to the bed. He lays down on his back, you look at him confused. ‘You said lay down no? Come here Y/N. I want you to sit on my face’ he says in a seductive tone. Fuck. You make your way over quickly not caring how desperate you look. You crawl onto the bed till you stop at his face. You swing a leg over so it’s on the top of his shoulder as you line your pussy up to his mouth. ‘так красиво’ (so beautiful) Dmitri says as you sit on him. You don’t know what he is saying but it turns you on even more.

Dmitri doesn’t waste another second, his tongue immediately finds your clit with no problem. He starts off slowly licking a figure if eight on your throbbing bud. You feel yourself becoming more and more wet, you’ve never been turned on so quickly. His moustache tickles you a little but you don’t mind, it’s a reminder of who is under you. You’re a moaning mess on top of Dmitri, his tongue picks up speed as his lips latch onto your clit and he begins to suck the tender skin. ‘Fuck’ you moan throwing your head back. You reach your hand out behind you and make your way down to Dmitri’s jeans. Your stop when you find his button and zip. You fumble around trying to undo it but can not. ‘Undo these, need, need to touch you’ you moan as Dmitri’s tongue circles your clit. Dmitri’s hands wonder down undoing his zipper and button. Your hand wonders back down as you meet the waistband of his boxers. You move your hand under and slowly graze the head of Dmitri’s cock. You move the pre-cum on his tip slowly. Dmitri moans in your pussy as he feels you touching him. The extra vibrations cause you to buck your hips into him. ‘Fuck Dmitri!’ You moan as you carry one moving your hips. Dmitri detaches his lips and looks up to you, ‘Ride my face baby’ he says before going straight back in, his tongue flat licking you up and down. You do as he says as you start to ride his face. You let go of his cock so you can balance yourself. His tongue feels so fucking good as you move back and forth on it, his moustache brushes past you clit from time to time causing you to moan loudly. The noises you were making anyone walking past would most definitely hear you but you didn’t care. This is what you’ve been craving for so long without even knowing. Your hands come to your breasts as you start playing with your nipples as you can feel that familiar feeling creeping up on you. You begin to move faster on Dmitri’s face as you ride his tongue. ‘Fuckfuck’ you moan. ‘Gonna, gonna - cum!’ You scream out as you feel yourself letting go and coming on Dmitri’s tongue, it’s the most intense and best orgasm you’ve had. Dmitri licks up all your cum as you slow down on him, you finally stop to catch your breath. Dmitri can’t help but give you small kitten licks. ‘Too, too much’ you say whimpering. After catching your breath you move one legs off Dmitri and fall back into the bed on your back. You’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, you feel a bit dizzy. Dmitri shifts so he is laying next to you, still fully clothed. He props himself up on his elbow as he moves your hair from your face tucking it behind your ear. You look up to him seeing his pupils so blown as he looks at you so lovingly. You can see his moustache, lips and chin are wet from you, it turns you on even more

You pull him by his top and bring him in for a much needed kiss. His lips are soft and just how you imagined. He’s gentle at first, taking his time. He does not to forget your first kiss anytime soon. He hopes it is not the last. As you kiss more it becomes more passionate, your hands start to roam his body, tugging his top for him to take it off. Dmitri breaks the kiss to pull his top off. He also finally takes off his jeans properly and his boxers. Now he is fully naked with you. You can’t help but admire his body. He looks fucking good. Nice toned body, little bit of hair leading down to…wow. His cock. It was big. You’ve not seen many but out of them all his is definitely the best looking one you’d seen. Dmitri sees you at looking him with fuck me eyes, he can’t help but feel smug. ‘Like what you see мой дорогой? (My dear) he asks smiling. You look up to meet his eyes, nodding and biting you lip. You open up your legs to invite him in. You see Dmitri’s cock twitch at the sight of your open legs. ‘Fuck me Dmitri’ you say propping into your elbows. Dmitri can’t move fast enough. His body pressed again yours, chest to chest. You bring your hands around his neck bringing him in for a kiss. Dmitri instantly takes control of the kiss, you open your mouth letting him enter his tongue. You can taste yourself still on him. The kiss becomes more sloppier and needier. You can feel Dmitri’s hard cock pressing on your stomach. You move your lips to kiss his neck, careful not to bite it no matter how much you want to. You hear Dmitri let out a low moan making you clench around nothing. ‘Please. Fuck me. Daddy.’ You say the last word with a smile on your face. Hearing you call him daddy makes Dmitri harder if that is possible.

Dmitri moves his hand down to toy with you sensitive clit. You moan at his back touch. ‘Such pretty noises from a pretty girl’ he says leaning down to kiss your neck. He finds the special spot instantly as he teeth latch on and suck it. You moan into him as your wrap your legs around his back pushing him closer. Dmitri lines up his cock to your pussy and slowly brings to insert it. You can’t wait, you move your feet and push down on his bum to push all his cock into you. ‘Fuck!’ You moan as Dmitri bottoms out. ‘So tight, ебать’ (fuck) Dmitri says as he fills you. His thrusts start off slow as he pumps himself in and out of you. You feel him reach places no one ever has. You know you’re not going to last long, Dmitri knows he’s not going to last long either. ‘Harder daddy’ you command as you dig your nails into his back. ‘My princess wants it harder does she?’ Dmitri says pulling all the way out before harshly pounding back in. ‘Fuck, yes!’ You moan, it stings a little but it feels too good for you to care. Dmitri starts pumping in and out of you hard and fast, you can hear how embarrassing wet you are for him. You moan in sync with one another and you feel your orgasm approaching. You clench around Dmitri making his cock twitch. ‘Fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum!’ You scream into Dmitri shoulder. ‘Cum Y/N. Cum on me’ Dmitri moans. You finally let go as your orgasm breaks. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum all around Dmitri’s cock. Dmitri is not far behind, you feel his cum fill your pussy up as he moans your name. There’s so much it begins to spill out of you but Dmitri doesn’t stop. It feels too fucking good to stop. Once Dmitri has done filling you up he lays in you still catching your breath. Your eyes meet and you both smile lovingly at one another. He leans down and kisses your lips, gently but with just as much passion. Dmitri slowly pulls out of you and let’s next to you, you feel his cum starting to pour out but are surprised when you feel Dmitri’s fingers pushing it back in, you moan as your still very sensitive and a little sore. ‘This. This is mine now. I can not let you go’ Dmitri says as his fingers push the cum in. Your stomach flutters at his words, demanding yet but sexy as hell. ‘I’m all yours daddy’ you say pushing his hand further up in you. He brings you in for another kiss

You don’t know what the future holds, you and your step dad had just crossed a big line. A big one. You’re both betrayed your mother. But neither one of you are thinking about that as Dmitri holds you in his arm tracing circles. Right here. Right now. This moment is perfect

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri x reader #dmitri antonov x reader #hot daddy #dmitri antonov #dmitri stranger things #strangerthings #smut #stranger things smut #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things #dmitri stepdad #stranger things

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lonesome-witching · 11 months

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Be My Valentine

Hey @weekend-bastard for the prompt. Hope you like it. This is Robin being Nancy's secret admirer and the search that follows. I tried my best to make it cute.

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Robin looked up as the door of Family Video swung open. Nancy Wheeler stormed in, walking up to the counter.

“I need your help.” She said, slapping her hand on said counter. When she pulled her hand back, a note was left. “Someone sent me a bouquet of red roses and left this note. I need to know who it is.”

Robin cleared her throat. She picked up the note, reading the message. She remembered scrawling it hastily and pushing it between the flowers. I wish I was your Valentine. That was all she had dared to write. Maybe for the better.

“So, will you help me?” Nancy’s fingers were tapping against the counter.

“Uhm, I don’t know if I can.”

“Robin, you are the smartest person I know. If there is anyone in this godforsaken town that can help me with this, it’s gotta be you.”

“Nance, I just- I have to tell you-” Robin started but then Nancy’s hand reached for her own.

“Please, Robin. I don’t know who else to ask.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Nancy smiled brightly.

“Okay, I’ll help you.”

“Wonderful. So my first guess was Steve, he’d do something like this. But you’re his best friend, you’d know if it was Steve, right?”

Robin cleared her throat. Nancy was right of course. Steve would do something like this. And Robin knew as much because she had asked Steve for advice when it came to wooing Nancy. He had told her to buy a dozen roses because girls like that. Apparently.

But Steve hadn’t sent the flowers, of course. Robin had. It was only step one of her master plan in winning over Nancy Wheeler. Too bad Nancy was trying to skip ahead a few steps.

“Uhm yeah, I don’t think he’s your secret admirer. He can’t keep a single thing from me. So, I’d know.”

“That’s what I thought too.” Nancy exclaimed, almost excited at the mystery ahead of her.

Robin just nodded her head in response. There wasn’t too much for her to say. She’d limit her responses to answering Nancy’s questions.

“And Jonathan wouldn’t. Hopefully. We only just broke up.”

‘Just’ being two months ago, a week before Christmas. Robin had heard all about it. First from Steve, who’d heard it from one of the kids. Then from Mike who had come into the video store to complain about Nancy’s moping. And then finally from Nancy herself who had called her after work.

The fact Nancy still used the word ‘just’ to describe the break up worried Robin. Then again, she’d also used the word ‘hopefully’.

“I’m pretty sure it isn’t Jonathan.” Robin confirmed.

Nancy sighed. “Then who could it be? It’s not like I have a hoard of boys fawning over me.”

The thing was that Nancy did have a hoard of boys fawning over her. Fred from the newspaper, Bradley from English class, Jared from math class, Ben from the basketball team, and that was only naming a few. Ever since Steve spray painted a large arrow pointing at Nancy’s head half of the male population was fawning over her, trying to get in her pants. Half of the male population and Robin Buckley.

So, Robin started saying those names in that order. Fred being the best bet.

“You think Fred would send me flowers?” Nancy wondered.

Robin shrugged. “Probably.”

Nancy hummed in reply.

—

“Fred didn’t send me those flowers.”

“Hello, Nancy. Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?” Robin replied instead, not looking up. She knew damn well that when she looked up she’d be unable to say a damn thing. Or she wouldn’t shut up for the next half hour. That truly depended on whether or not Nancy had that look in her eyes. That I-have-you-all-figured-out-Robin-Buckley look.

“Fred didn’t send me those flowers.” Nancy repeated and Robin instantly knew that look would be in her eyes.

“Oh uhm, there are plenty of other guys into you.” Robin mentally went over her list. Bradley, Jared, Ben.

“Like who?”

“Bradley from English often stares at you and he mentioned thinking you were the prettiest senior.” It wasn’t that Robin had eavesdropped but she had paid close attention when Nancy’s name had fallen.

“Who?” Nancy frowned. It reminded her a little too much of the ‘who are you?’ Maybe Nancy was really bad with names and faces.

“Bradley Lewis. Tall, short brown hair, brown eyes. Always wears a jean jacket even when it’s hot outside.”

“Oh, him.” Nancy made a face at the recollection. “Let’s hope it’s not him.”

—

The cafeteria was crowded. Too crowded. Robin looked around, hoping to find an empty table. She could sit next to the kids from band but she really didn’t want to. Not today.

With a sigh she dropped down at a table in the corner of the room, next to the trash cans. That probably had something to do with why the table was deserted.

It only took a few minutes for Nancy to sit down in front of her, much gentler than Robin had. “It’s not Bradley although he did ask me out after I asked him about it.” She declared.

Robin nearly choked on her sandwich. Shit shit shit. This hadn’t been the plan. This had not been the fucking plan. Scratch Jared. Scratch Ben. If Nancy still wanted to know who her secret admirer was Robin would tell her.

“What did you say?” She asked, keeping her head down. Her eyes would tell the entire story and if Nancy had said yes then she shouldn’t know any of it.

“I said no, of course. I’m not in the mood to date anyone and definitely not Bradley Lewis.”

Robin’s relief was overwhelming. She wanted to jump and dance on the table, pull Nancy into a crushing hug. She didn’t of course. She wouldn’t.

“This doesn’t help me though.” Nancy sighed.

“Why is it so important to you?” Robin asked weakly. Preparation for ripping that goddamn band aid off. At least that’s what she told herself.

“It’s not. I just-” Nancy’s cheeks turned a soft pink. “I want to find whoever is sending me flowers and ask them to stop. I’d much rather get some nice chocolates or something.”

Robin opened her mouth to say something, anything. For once the words didn’t come. She wasn’t expecting that to be the answer. She slid further down her chair hiding as best she could in the corner of the room. God, she’d been an idiot. Steve had been an idiot. They had both been idiots. Stupid red roses. She made a mental note to punch Steve when she got to work later.

—

Robin tapped her fingers against the counter of Family Video. She tried to remember the place Nancy’s fingers had tapped against. A little bit to the front, slightly left. The door opened. “Welcome to Family Video.” Robin spoke monotonously. Steve wasn’t working and she was getting sick and tired of mothers and their sons.

“Hi, Robin.” Nancy’s voice echoed against Robin’s inner skull.

“Hey, Nance.” Robin straightened her back quickly. “How can I help you?”

“My mom is organizing a movie night for my family next week and she asked me to ask you for some recommendations.”

“Oh yeah, of course. Is Holly going to be there? Because that will definitely change things.”

Nancy nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“In that case I’d say Labyrinth would be a great choice. E.T. sounds like a good option, I think Holly might like that. The Goonies but I think Karen rented that out recently so you might have already seen it. Alice in Wonderland maybe.”

“Could you maybe write those down?”

“Yeah sure.” Robin grabbed the notepad from under the desk and scribbled down the various titles and some more. “Let me know which one you’d like.”

Nancy looked over the list for a second before leaving the store with a nod and a promise she’d be back.

Which happened faster than expected.

“It was you!” Nancy shouted as she entered the store 10 minutes after leaving earlier.

“What?”

“You’re the secret admirer.” Nancy stated, lowering her voice. “Aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?”

“The chocolates. You sent me chocolates with a note that said hope this makes up for the roses. It had to be either you or Steve and you were so adamant it wasn’t Steve that it had to be you.”

Robin swallowed the excess saliva that was building up in her mouth. “So, what do you think?”

Nancy cocked her head to the side. “It’s very sweet of you. But honestly, you didn’t have to.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s very sweet that you are trying to make me feel better by making up this secret admirer. But it really wasn’t necessary. I’m fine. Truly.”

“Oh.” Robin cleared her throat. She debated her options. Tell her. Don’t tell her.

“Are you okay?”

“Actually, Nance, I have to tell you something.”

“Yes?” Nancy’s eyes widened, her head nearly nodding. Her entire body was directed towards Robin.

“I didn’t write those notes and sent those gifts because I wanted to make you feel better. I sent them because they were true. I do wish I was your Valentine. Please don’t hate me.”

“Hate you?” Nancy made a sound like a laugh and a scoff combined. “I could never hate you. I actually kind of hoped you’d say that.”

“What? Why?”

This time Nancy did laugh. “Because I feel the same way about you. I wish you would have told me on Valentine’s.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to be my Valentine?”

“You are a few days too late, Robin.”

But Robin wouldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “Who cares? You can still be my Valentine retroactively. I’ll take you to the movies or we can get some crappy fast food and pretend it’s still Valentine’s Day.”

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at 6.” Nancy turned around, ready to leave.

“Wait.” Robin shouted, jumping over the counter with much more agility than she’d normally possess. Although she still tripped and collided with the floor head first.

“Robin!” Nancy crouched down in front of her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. You just- You forgot something.”

“What could I have possibly forgotten?”

“This.” And with a confidence that Robin had never felt before she closed the distance between them and quickly pressed her lips against Nancy’s. Just for a second. Just one moment. Before the next customer would storm through those doors and catch them in the act.

When she pulled back Nancy was blushing. “I can’t wait until 6.” She said with a broad smile before walking out of the store.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic

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munsonsduchess · 1 year

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Three Men and a Baby

summary: when you leave for the day and it's up to eddie, gareth and jeff to look after rose sometimes there's just no telling what kids will get up to w/c: 2,773 warnings: eddie has a mini freak out, there's mentions of a bad childhood, eddie talks about being murdered, eddie feels like a bad dad a/n: so this is a day late because i had a lot of emotions yesterday but then i saw the sun today and things weren't so bad, this is another instalment of the God and Goddess of Hellfire and you can find all the other parts on my masterlist

if you like this please reblog since it helps me out so much!

(moodboard by me)

It was inventory day in the record store, why the owner felt the need for an inventory day in what was all but a failing business in what was all but a ghost town you had no idea. Sales had dwindled as people had left Hawkins en masse and those that remained all seemed to want to shop in the Tower Records in the Mall instead of the small independent one downtown.

You understood more and more Joyce's initial outrage about the mall in the summer of 85, before everything happened. Truth be told you were closer and closer every day to putting your own resume in, at least then you'd be guaranteed hours and a steady paycheck.

As it stood you were still employed in Kenny's downtown and you would do your job until you couldn't anymore. Which meant Eddie being alone with Rose all day,

"You should call the guys cover, hang out, get some human interaction" you'd told Eddie, "Miss Rosie isn't exactly up on her Ozzy vs Dio debate topics"

Your daughter giggled in her father's arms as you tickled her little sides, her chubby little fingers reaching out for you,

"Gasp Rosie did you hear what Mommy said?" Eddie smiles broadly at his daughter, "you are the most proficient at debates!"

Rose gurgled happily at the attention. She was definitely Eddie's daughter, and loved being the centre of attention,

"I'll take your word for that. Seriously, call the guys over. I'm sure they'd be happy to hang out. I'll see you both later. Bye bye baby girl"

"Bye bye Mommy!" Eddie held Rose's little hand up to wave, "say bye bye"

Rose babbled something that you were sure meant goodbye, she and Eddie stood in the doorway and watched until you'd driven out of sight,

"Well Rosie Posie I guess it's just you and me. Why don't we call uncle Gareth and Uncle Jeff huh? Does that sound good?"

Rose exclaimed happily and Eddie just laughed. He would take that as a yes.

The doorbell rang, sounding throughout the house. Eddie looked up from where he was currently changing his daughter and yelled through an open window,

"It's open! Come on in!" Eddie went back to the task at hand, hearing the door open and Gareth's voice call out for him with Jeff following behind, "I'm upstairs, Rose needed changed"

If you'd asked Eddie's bandmates and lifelong friends about his capabilities as a father they'd have laughed at you. It wasn't that they didn't think he would be capable but given his less than stellar childhood, pre Wayne of course, there was no way Eddie would even want kids.

Then you'd broken the news, Eddie did in fact want kids, this kid in particular. The kid who was currently laughing and wrapping strands of her father's hair around her fingers while he buttoned up her little black onesie,

"Ta da!"Eddie presented his daughter to the other two men and Jeff couldn't hold back a sigh when he saw the little bat wings on the back of the onesie, "Miss Rose just needed a little costume change, much more metal"

"Dude she's a baby, she doesn't have to be metal" Gareth laughed, it was all for show of course. Eddie was just as guilty of buying those cute little floral dresses for Rose as you were,

"Nah man she's Corroded Coffin's number one fan. Most Metal Baby Ever" Jeff said easily, "just don't tell your mom I said that ok baby girl?"

"Mama!" Rose giggled happily, she might not exactly comprehend what's going on, she's just happy to be included.

—

The plan for the day was just to jam a little and see what inspiration hit, the band now had a standing gig in a bar in Salem that Eddie heard about through work. The Hideout ended up getting trashed when all the gates opened in 86 and they never really bothered rebuilding since it had been a dive beforehand and there was no way they were spending money bringing everything up to code after the 'earthquakes' so they just demolished the building.

According to local town gossip they were going to build either a McDonalds, a new bowling alley, or any number of things that had long since been promised by the Mayor and had never come to fruition. Eddie had heard from Hopper that they were probably just gonna leave it as an abandoned lot, the police apparently had orders to just keep people out and make sure kids weren't running around in the rubble that was still left.

Eddie didn't want Rose to feel left out while he and the guys were working so he sat her down at her own little table with some crayons and pages,

"Here honey why don't you draw a picture for Mommy and we'll put it on the fridge so she can see it when she comes home"

"What's the deal anyway? How come inventory takes a whole day?" Gareth asked, he had brought a pair of drumsticks with him and was currently tapping out a rhythm on an upturned piece of tupperware, "it's not like the store's that busy"

"I dunno man, apparently the old man's always done it like this and he aint changing anytime soon" Eddie replied, strumming out a few notes on his acoustic,

"I'm kinda surprised the place is still open" Jeff said, "I mean the place in the mall is never not busy"

Eddie sighed, it was something you'd both spoken about. You'd agreed on putting your government hush money away for Rose for whatever she wanted to do with her life, if she wanted to go to college, or travel.

"Let's just focus on the music, I'd love to demo something new on saturday!" Gareth said changing the subject,

"An amazing idea Sir Gareth!" Eddie's usual exuberant personality came back as he shook his head and put pen to paper, "let's write something that's gonna blow everyone away"

The three men spent the better part of an hour writing and playing, throwing ideas back and forth, laughing, chatting, throwing wadded up balls of paper at one and other when something didn't work out.

It was around lunch time when the group decided to take a break, stretch their legs, Gareth and Jeff were going to have a smoke while Eddie rummaged around in the kitchen to see what they could scrounge up for lunch,

"Alright Miss Rose, lets see what you've been working on" Eddie knelt down to look at Rose's table and the little scribblings she'd been working on. Nothing coherent really but Eddie figured he'd pick the most colourful one to put on the fridge and then pick one for Wayne and another for Joyce and Hop.

As he looked through the scribblings and started putting the crayons away so Rose could go down for her afternoon nap Eddie couldn't help but notice the black crayon was missing. It wasn't on the table, it wasn't on the floor or in the carton. As Eddie looked around he couldn't help but notice Rose was sniffling and her little nose looked very red on one side,

"Oh no, Rose, baby, tell me you didn't" Eddie scooped up his daughter and tilted her head back a little, sure enough there was the black crayon wedged up her nose. He could only see the bottom but that was enough, "oh this is bad, your mom is going to kill me"

"What's up Ed?" Jeff asked coming back into the room, "who's gonna kill you?"

"Rose has a crayon up her nose. I can't see the whole thing and I have no idea how i'm gonna get it out. I'm so dead"

Eddie could feel the panic creeping up his spine. How was he going to get this out? Did he try tweezers? If he couldn't see the whole crayon then how was he supposed to get it out? It was pretty far up there too, if he used tweezers would it hurt Rose?

Rose, apparently sensing her father's distress, began crying in sympathy. Which was the last thing Eddie wanted right now. He needed to do something.

The first thing Eddie thought to do was to try tweezers, he knew you kept a pair in your makeup bag and while they might not be the exact thing they would use in a hospital he had to try. Asking Gareth to hold Rose's head and Jeff to hold her hand Eddie tried to get a grip on the crayon with your tweezers but Rose just cried harder and Eddie couldn't continue, thinking he was hurting her.

The next thing Eddie thought about was calling Steve, he worked with kids so maybe he knew what to do. Steve however wasn't home so that was a bust,

"Dude we should go to the ER" Jeff said, "get a doctor to pull it out"

"If we go to the ER then it's on her permanent medical record. I'm trying to stop anyone from having to plan my funeral"

"Dude I don't think you'll get murdered for this, I think you're worried about nothing" Gareth added, "shit like this happens to kids all the time!"

"Yeah but it happened on my watch! Alone! I had one job and that was to look after Rose!" Eddie thread his fingers through his hair and pulled at his scalp.

Gareth and Jeff looked at one and other before nodding. Jeff going to untangle Edde's fingers from his hair and Gareth to the phone book in the drawer in the kitchen,

"You know the chief and Byer's mom don't you?" Gareth said, "why don't you ask her for help?"

"Yeah man that's a great idea, I'm sure both Byers got weird shit stuck in their nose or whatever when they were kids" Jeff agreed, "i'm sure she can help"

"Yeah, yeah Joyce is always around to help" Eddie agreed, he moved into the kitchen and grabbed the phone from the wall and dialled Joyce's number.

"Byers" the sound of Hopper's voice came through the line, that wasn't who Eddie was expecting but the Chief had a kid before Supergirl so maybe he could help too,

"Hey Hop it's Eddie"

"What's up kid? You need Will? I think he's at Lucas' place"

"Uh no, I was gonna ask if you could help? Rose has, uh, gotten into some trouble"

"What kind of trouble?"

"Um, she has a crayon stuck up her nose?"

There was silence on the other end of the line and Eddie's panic rose again. Was the chief judging him? Did he think Eddie was a terrible father? That's when the laughter started, which wasn't what Eddie had expected,

"Oh boy, that takes me back" Hop laughed, "be thankful it's a crayon, you could probably get a decent grip on it"

"Um we tried that already, I think it was hurting Rose cause it's pretty far up there"

"Hm, you got any pepper in the place?" Hop asked, "sometimes you can make em sneeze it out"

"Pepper? Do we have any pepper?" Eddie asked frantically, "we need to make her sneeze it out"

"I said sometimes, it isn't a guarantee kid"

"Is there anything guaranteed to get the crayon out?"

"Sure take the kid to Hawkin's General and have a doc pull it out for her"

"That isn't going to make me look like the world's worst dad"

"You're not a bad father Eddie, kids do this, i mean if you're really stuck you could try Karen"

"Wheeler?"

"Sure, she's got Holly and I'm sure Mike got stuff stuck everywhere when he was a kid"

"I thought Joyce said you had to be nicer to Mike now he and Will are dating?"

"I'm … nice"

Gareth was the one who found the pepper and put a little on his hand while Jeff held Rose so Gareth could lift his hand up and try to make Rose at least smell the pepper. She only cried louder. So that was a bust as well,

"So do you have the Wheeler's number?"

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff pulled up outside the Wheeler home around half an hour later, after a phone call with Karen who was more than happy to help out,

"Didn't Nancy say her Dad voted for Regan?" Jeff asked, "like on purpose?"

"Yeah, Bush too" Gareth said, "both times"

"If you guys wanna wait out here I totally get it" Eddie said, "Ted isn't anyone's favourite person"

Gareth and Jeff had another silent conversation and sighed. They were there to support Eddie and if that meant walking into Conservative Right Wing Suburban Hell then that's what they'd do.

Karen Wheeler however was nothing like anyone had expected. Sure Eddie had met her briefly a few times when he'd picked the kids up or dropped them off but being in her home and drinking her homemade lemonade while she fussed over Rose and bounced the little girl on her hip,

"Now honey bunny, what's this I hear about you having a little accident?" Karen asked, Rose babbled an answer and Karen nodded her head as though Rose had actually spoken, "I know sweetie but you can't scare your Daddy like that!"

"I didn't even see her do it! I took my eyes off her for two seconds" Eddie lamented,

"You can't beat yourself up about it. The amount of things Nancy stuck up her nose or Mike got stuck in his ears when they were little, we used to be in the ER every other week!"

"Nancy stuck stuff up her nose?" Eddie laughed, "no way"

"All the time! She was the worst!" Karen put aa free hand to her chest and shook her head, "but i've seen all the tricks so I think I know just what to do"

"You do?" Eddie all but shot up out of his seat,

"Here honey, back to Daddy" Karen handed Rose back over to Eddie with a smile, "Now Eddie you're gonna want to put your mouth Rose's mouth and nose like you were giving her CPR. Put your finger on the nostril without the crayon and then blow real hard"

Far be it from Eddie to question such strange instructions if it was going to help Rose. So he did as Karen said and blew as hard as he could and sure enough the crayon popped right out to the point where Eddie almost swallowed it and all the snot that came with it.

"Well that was gross" he said wiping his mouth, "but it worked and I can't thank you enough"

Jeff and Gareth put their heads down and tried their hardest to control the laughter shaking their shoulders. Eddie had done a lot of gross stuff in his time but this might take the cake,

"I'm glad! It's always scary the first time, but now you'll know what to do next time!" Karen said with a smile,

"Oh no, there will be no next time. I'm never taking my eyes off her again when she's got something in her hands" Eddie said. Rose seemed however to now be in the best of spirits as if scaring her father almost grey was the funniest thing in the world.

Headed back to the house with tupperware full of homemade baked goods and a crayon free baby Eddie was exhausted. What was supposed to be a quiet chill day had turned into something else entirely, no sooner had the three men made it back into the house and put Rose down for a nap did you come through the door yourself,

"You're home early!" Eddie bounced up out of his seat to greet you, "I thought you wouldn't be back till late?"

"Yeah well we got finished super early, cause you know. Nothing has really left the store in months" you shrugged, "honestly Kenny is just hanging on but I have no idea for what"

"Maybe he thinks he'll get a big buyout" Gareth laughed, "since y'know downtown is so desired"

"Yeah that's bound to be it" you agreed, "we all know how valuable property in Hawkins is these days"

Eddie was so incredibly grateful for his friends at that moment. He had no idea how he was supposed to tell you about what had happened and to have that little buffer, especially when you spoke again

“So did anything fun happen today?”

The three men looked at each other and considered their options and what your reaction might actually be to the truth before Jeff spoke,

"No, not really. Just a totally normal, quiet day"

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Ocean Deep Ch3 Spectacles And Scales P2

(Warnings for mistreatment of the mers by the sideshow owner and some of the other people, Buying and selling of mers, mentions of mermen sinking ships and hurting people, the mers are in bad shape, etc.

To which Y/n makes a decision that will change her life forever.)

The sun beamed brightly on the world. Bright, big, beautiful, warm, and good enough to chase away the darkness away. Leaving behind a world filled with wonder to be explored and sights to see. The rainbow kaleidescope of colors kissing the light good morning bloomed widely. The rainbow of soft petals were only highlighted by dew drops sparkling bright like a gift from heaven. A sight drawing over many buyers. To hold their beauty. Smell their heavenly fragrance. Present them as gorgeous gifts for loved ones or use to decorate for symbolic occasions.

Fingertips gently slid under the delicate pink of a primrose, tilting it's gorgeous head up to a beautiful smiling face before gentle water rained down onto its delicate body but not hard enough to harm its delicate frame.

"You grew up so pretty. You'll be even prettier once you get to your new home later today, all planted in the soft dirt and being taken cared of by nice people. Such pretty colors too. I envy your simple life."

"You always compliment those buds like real children." F/c eyes looked up and over at kind black ones crinkled up in a smile.

Her boss was standing up and above a table with a secondary teapot in her hands, water flowed freely from the spout and ran into a number of giant pots filled with soft dirt and blooming rose bushes. Blooming with life and ready to be hauled away to their forever home. A place to belong and live out the rest of their lives in peace and quiet. The elderly woman smiled at them fondly as if they were her own children and treated them with as much care and kindness as a mother should. She admired her for that. Her wise demeanor was just a shell hiding her much kinder demeanor. An old hand reached out to nudge between the small branches to pull off a dead leaf free from the overall plant before just letting it fall into the pot to naturally become fertilizer.

"Well they say plants like it when you talk to them. I don't know if that's true but it wouldn't hurt, and I don't think they really mind."

Your smile turned back to the tiny bud that hasn't bloomed yet. Today was the day. After two weeks of caring for the rose bushes, they were going to be delivered to their final forever home. This evening your boss's son would be stopping by to take these potted plants back towards their home on the very far end of town. The horse and cart was already provided for being left outside all ready to go. All the owner needed was for her son to get here, load the six heavy pots into the cart, and then take them to the Henya residence which was on the very edge of town. But you did have a problem with that you hadn't asked yet-

Your boss chuckled. "I suppose so. You'd be surprised by the facts in those rumors."

"Isn't the Henya family gonna be gone for the next month? I thought they were attending a funeral."

The older woman nodded still smiling. "Yes. But Mrs. Henya is staying behind to care for their business in her husband's absence."

That was the second biggest news you've ever heard around here in the past three weeks other than that one day Akira came prancing about through town throwing around fliers advertising the 'grand opening' which now had to be put on hold due to some personal family drama. Being a small town the gossip spread quickly and, according to the rumors, Akira's great grandfather and patriarch of the Henya family passed away a few days ago. So Akira, his parents, and Uncle would all be leaving to travel a few towns over for the funeral and to take care of the family's assets. That'd take a while considering so you were unsure if anyone would be even there to accept the order, but apparently not.

"Will she even be there when he delivers it?"

"Last I heard she's seeing them off as far as the beach but she'll be there when the delivery's made." She smiled assuringly. "So don't worry."

Well you were unsure about that, but this wasn't your business and you didn't run it. You were only paid to help care for the flowers, not give your opinion on how to run your boss's business. And right now you were just paid to water these beauties before they had to leave the shop.

So it was your morning was just bliss. Quiet, serene, and happy as you hummed away doing your normal rounds. Uninterrupted other than the occasional humming and comment between the both of you. Another normal day in anyone's opinion.

"Y/n." You had stopped hours later in the middle of moving one of the pots towards the door in order to make it's journey to the wagon outside easier and shorter for Mrs. Satoshi's son. However your boss had other ideas when she held up a tray of fruit and small tea set. "Come take a break and have lunch with me. You must be tired from lugging around those heavy pots so much."

You were glad for the break after setting the third to last heavy pot near the door and gladly taking the break to eat and take a breather before having to move the last two pots. Thank goodness that the bushes were still relatively small, had they been fully grown then they'd weigh a LOT more. But for now the tired mouth would enjoy her feast of apples and green tea with honey. A nice snack for her efforts. The sweet fruit tasted delicious to your tongue and the tea was just as sweet but a little bitter. Mrs. Satoshi only smiled at you as you ate.

"It's always good to build up a healthy appetite after a hard day's work. Keeps the body strong," she spoke while pouring a second cup of tea for herself. You hummed in agreement. "Oh. Did you hear what happened to a ship in the Seabound River?"

You blinked confused before swallowing the food in your mouth. "Seabound River? Isn't that the giant river that connects to the ocean a few miles away from here?" You didn't know about that rive but you knew that the small river near your woods connected to the bigger river that lead to the bigger one that connected to the ocean.

She nodded again. "There's been a few ships that's been getting attacked and sunk by a siren."

You paused mid bite staring. "Sirens?"

"Or mermaids. I honestly can't tell the difference." She shrugged holding the warm cup to her face. "I just know there's been reports of two of them running..or I should say swimming ramped along the beach and near the entrance of the Seabound River. Attacks any ship leaving or trying to enter port."

You stared stunned at her blinking. "Really? Why would they do that?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Usually they wouldn't be near humans at all let alone sinking ships. Who knows what strange things those creatures get up to?"

Huh. That WAS strange. Granted you didn't know that much about sirens and mermaids, but it was strange two of them would suddenly start sinking ships. Maybe they were trying to claim new territory for themselves? Maybe the fishermen made them angry? Well it didn't really affect you, so you didn't worry about it too much and you weren't going to be going near any big bodies of water anytime soon so you shouldn't be worried about it. You just needed to concentrate yourself with taking care of your own needs and wants.

A few more hours passed by leisurely. You finished moving the pots by the door, helped trim away some other plants, and had just finished selling a handful of carnations to a customer who had just walked in last minute as evening approached.

"Thanks for coming! Have a nice day!," you called out to the retreating customer waving, "Come back soon!"

Your boss quietly came out from the back with a small bag of fertilizer. The smell hit you before you saw her crinkling your nose up from the foul smell. "Was that Niko just now?" Her son? You shook your head snorting the smell away. A slightly worried look passed over her face before looking towards the open door. "It's gotten very late in the day. I wonder where he could be?"

"I'm sure he'll be here before the day's over. He's probably just running late tending to someone."

She hummed. "I suppose so. He does run his own farm..Oh I do hope nothing bad happened."

"He's probably just busy tending to his crops and lost track of time. There's nothing to worry about, Mrs. Satoshi."

"I .. suppose you're right. But it's getting late, and I need to start getting home to my husband before dark. You know how he hates the thought of me staying out after dark especially with the recent disappearance of those poor Kocho girls. I also can't just stay all day waiting for Niko."

Ah. That's right. People were still on edge about that happening. You honestly felt bad for the old woman and her husband. They were some of the kindest people in your town. "I'm sure he'll be here before it gets dark. He knows how important this is to you."

"Important is an understatement. I have a lot of money invested into this delivery. I'd hate to lose business with so much involved." She gently plopped the bag over by some empty pots so be used in them later you supposed.

You hummed. "...Why don't I close for you?" She turned to you surprised. "You shouldn't worry your husband like that. I can stay until Niko arrives and close up for you."

"Oh no, Dear. I couldn't ask you to do that."

"It's not a problem. I'd be happy to help."

"Well if you're sure you don't mind."

"I'm positive! You go on home before you worry someone. I'll be fine."

And that's how you found yourself sweeping the dirt out of the front door a few hours later and looking up at the sky. It looked like sunset had just started making the sky change different colors and people were already starting to head home to lock their doors until morning in fear of the monsters roaming around the dark. However f/c eyes wondered from the sky to just in front of the small shop only to widen seeing a small brown and white horse tied to a post, where it had been staying almost all day hooked up to a cart and ready to be taken out. Except that the man that was supposed to be here loading up all of the pots into the cart and taking them away wasn't here. STILL.

Niko still hasn't arrived yet? But it'd be dark just in an hour or so. Where was he? You took a look back inside at all six pots still sitting there waiting to be taken away. By the time Niko got here, if he even bothered to show up, it'd be too dark to do anything. The order would be late, and there would be money lost. You felt a pit form in your guts. This was a big order with lots of money. A lost order would mean lost money for your sweet boss but more importantly it'd also mean a lost bonus for you too! You could use the extra money for repairs to your family house. Or to save for your retirement. Or for the future family you eventually wanted. Or literally anything else. It'd be putting a lot in jeapordy if they weren't delivered as promised but yhrtr wasn't anyone else to...

You again looked between the pots and pony.

..No. This was a bad idea. It was almost dark. Creatures lurked in the dark. You could be the next one to be snatched away never to be seen again! ...but then again this WAS a lot of money. And you'd be in town surrounded by people who could help if you were in danger. If you hurried maybe you'd even get home before the moon was fully out..Your mind heavily weighed the options as you already made for the pots and struggled to lift the first heavy one into your arms and half waddled from the weight out the door and over to the cart, struggling to lift it high enough to place it in the back. The pony briefly looked up at the jostling of the cart but quickly lost interest. One by one all six were placed in the back, and the shop closed. The only movements the pony made was walking where hands pulled it after the reigns were untied from the post.

"Come on. We're gonna go on a little adventure. Ok? It's only going to be twenty minutes tops."

Your choice had been made. Convincing yourself that this would only be a quick visit. Ordinary and nothing would happen.

Oh how naive you were.

The wheels on the cart squeaked and rattled from the weight of the pots. The hooves of the horse clip clipped noisily echoing down the dark streets- Alright. They weren't that noisy or loud but with the quietness of the practically deserted streets devoid of human life. Every small noise felt like it was as loud as a thunder clap. Maybe it was just the paranoia and fear of the dark that got you thinking this way but you couldn't help it. The sun had completely set within a few minutes of you walking down the dirt roads, pulling the horse along slowly to avoid jostling the pots in the back in case you hit a pothole. Leaving you encased in darkness. Everyone had slowly made their way into the safety of the dark homes hidden away until the next morning. Like you should be doing, and you were starting to regret your choice but it was too late now.

The shadows danced as moonlight shown down along the dark homes you passed. Dancing with the stars and laughing in glee with the darkness on the ground as the moon and stars above shined down watching their sinister dances as an audience would a beautiful ballet. It was very pretty in a way but your mind only focused on high alert with the possible dangers within the shadows. Every alleyway felt like a hiding place for a monster. Every shadow a trap. And the light not much of a beacon of hope. A shudder ran down your spine with your only companion being a horse that could care less about anything around it. Yeah. What a great way to spend your night. However luck seemed to be on your side. You knew exactly where you had to go. The very last house on the far right side of town. All you had to do was drop them off and then head home. Perfect. Now only if you could hurry up a bit faster. Home after home passed. All completely dark or have one last light on in the window that would soon be out. Looked more friendly in the daylight. The cart and it's cargo walked past silently like the lone figure in the town slowly but surely a small opening at the end gave way and a house farther away from the rest of the others could be seen.

You've never been here before but it must've been the right place. A lone house like the others in town was nestled about twenty feet away from the others. A few feet away from the home was a rather large barn and next to that was a large smokehouse. Ah right. Akira's family was made of mostly fishermen. So it made sense to have a smokehouse and a large barn for storage. The home was already very dark as you slowly approached making it look creepy and sent a shudder through your body. You Willed yourself to approach the empty home pulling the horse with you until you stopped just a few yards away from the door. Looking at the home, it was entirely pitch black on the inside and completely silent. Hesitantly you left the cart giving the horse a few pats on its neck.

Slow steps brought your form to the front door where you stared at it for a long moment before with a inhale you reached out to loudly but gently knock on the door. The knocks creepily echoed throughout the dark home but it was surely loud enough for anyone to hear.

"Hello? Mrs. Henya!," you called out gently wincing at how much louder your voice was in the silence. "Special delivery!"

No one answered. Not surprising since Akira's family was supposed to be out of town for a funeral but wasn't his aunt still supposed to be home? You slowly found yourself drawn to a nearby window where you cupped your eyes to peek in. It might've been wrong but you wanted to see if anyone else was home. In the darkness you saw the typical living room. A giant rug, fireplace, a few paintings on the walls, and a table with a vase in the left corner but no living person. The place was empty, and dark without any lights or fire in the fireplace. Looked deserted. Either no one was home or Mrs. Henya was ignoring you or was a very deep sleeper. Well..Niko was going to just leave the plants here for her anyways right? You'd just leave them somewhere easy to find. But just in case- You went back to Knock just a little louder on the door.

"I'm just going to leave the pots outside! Ok?!"

You of course never got an answer from the most likely empty home, but you figured it was best to let it be known that the delivery was made just in case. F/c eyes scanned around the dark area squinting with the limited light. You supposed you could just leave them right here by the house but they'd be right in the walk way. ...You decided the best place to leave them was a few feet away from the door off to the side to avoid anyone tripping over them. All you had to do was to just place the pots on the ground and leave. Easy. The hard part would only be to take the pots out of said cart. With a sigh, you approached the cart again reaching inside and lifting out the first pot with some difficulty. The pot was heavy on your arms, making you curse Niko for not doing this himself and eventually somehow managing to pull it out, nearly dropping it, and half struggled to get it the few feet over to plop it down with the grass.

One down. Five more to go.

With a sigh your hands rubbed your sore back before you repeated the process again a second time. In the struggle of removing the third from the back you first heard it. A loud sound that shook you to the core-

"AAAAHHH!!"

It made the horse jostle and move back hitting your chest hard enough with the cart to make you let go of the pot. A loud THUD sound echoed throughout the night from the heavy pot being dropped back into the wagon. The wailing sounds carried along the air dying out as quickly as it came. Leaving behind nothing but a spooked pony and a pair of f/c looking up at the sky.

....What. Was. THAT?!

SNORT!! The horse stepped a little moving the cart backwards until you grabbed it quickly.

"D-Don't do that! I still have a job to do! B-B-Besides that's just the w-wind. O-Or a bobcat."

It was a failed attempt to assure yourself. Wind. It was just the wind and your paranoia. Third pot was taken out. Just three more. Another wail desperately clawed the wind. Just your imagination. Fourth pot out and placed out. Another wail- JUST THE WIND!! Fifth pot out . Silence. Oooook? Last pot- You struggled to get it out tired from the last five, but somehow managed to get it out and onto the ground with the others. Your body was exhausted. Her body collapsed to the ground back resting again the wheel of the cart panting and catching your breath. There. It was done. You didn't have to worry about anything except how sore you'd be tomorrow.

"S-See? N-Nothing happened," you spoke out to no one in particular.

Of course no one answered back and certainly not the horse. The animal did nothing as the woman pulled herself from the ground like a fly in a glue trap. Rubbing her sore body all over with one hand while reaching out the other to pat it's neck before taking it's reigns. Time to go home and get some rest. You coaxed the pony forward again slowly walking on sore feet back towards the town and passing by the large barn on the way-

"AAAAAAHHHHHH HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!"

The horse reared up nearly pulling you forward with it, but luckily your dead weight and sudden tight grip on the reigns kept it from running off. You froze solid. Body freezing up like solid ice as a loud wail echoed throughout the air and this time-

And it didn't stop.

Wailing echoed out in the air and was followed by sounds of louder more sorrowful screams. You stared silently not really processing the noise filtering through for a long while. Until slowly, slowly. Your head slowly turned up to the big barn. It's shadow falling over you. That sounded like...

Crying???

Sobs. Loud and heavy. Echoed out from inside the barn. You stood there dumbfounded and numbly processing the realization until another one hit you. That..

That sounded like a woman.

The thought stunned you. Why would there be a woman crying in the Henya's barn? Was someone hurt? Did they need help? Should you go get help? A bad feeling settled in your guts. Something WAS wrong here. And you didn't like it. You should leave it alone. It wasn't your business. This wasn't your problem. You shouldn't involve yourself..But what if someone WAS hurt? They could be in danger. They could die. What if by the time you got help it was too late?

You should leave

Hands found themselves of the door handles leading into the barn. "H-Hello? Mrs. Henya!?" No one answered. You gently pulled the door only to be surprised when you met resistance. "... It's Locked?" You rattled the door harder and then noticed the giant lock and thick chains wrapped around the handles from their rattling noise.

Why was the barn locked with chains thick enough to hold a grown bull?

You let go of the door and briefly pressed your head to the door. The crying was still present. Was someone locked up in there? That thought startled you. Why would someone be locked up inside the barn? This was only more confusing than scary now. But if someone still needed help then you should at least make sure they were ok. Right? F/c eyes spotted a window just on the other side of the door. Wouldn't hurt to just look would it? Slowly you approached the glass bracing yourself for the worst in case you'd see something awful. You poked your head into the window seeing your reflection in the moonlight, before cupping your face against the glass and straining to look in. There was something that got your brows raising but it wasn't someone hurt or dying on the ground. The dark barn was full of typical things. Hay piked against the far right wall. A couple farming tools lining another wall. A few buckets and other random objects randomly tossed across the floor. Nothing really out of the ordinary for a barn.

Except for the giant curtain dangling from the rafters effectively blocking the back of the barn from sight.

...Why was that there? That didn't make any sense. The 'curtains' looked like a bad mesh of dirty old tarps and fish nets clumped together nailed from the rafters halfhazardly. Now that wasn't typical for a barn. What was it blocking?....F/c eyes traveled down to the edge of the window. It was one of those giant sideways sliding ones. It was big enough for you to climb through if it opened. ...This was a bad idea. You shouldn't do this. But-

Hands slowly grabbed the window and tugged, and to your surprise it slid open without resistance. It opened a little.. Before you slowly slid it all the way open wide enough for you to lift your leg up and push it quietly through the frame before grabbing the side and quietly pulling the rest of the way in. You quietly swung your other leg in to sit on the windowsill before sliding off. Your feet landed on the dirt floor with a soft thud. Not that anyone seemed to notice.

The crying continued.

It was still present. And now that you were in the barn, you could hear it much, much more clearly. Sobbing. Hard sobbing and crying coming from the back of the barn. That... wasn't the wind. Or a bobcat. It sounded like a young woman. Slowly your feet softly approached the curtain.

"I-I..*GGGAAAASSSPPP* I w-want to go h-hooooooome!!! AAAAHHH!!"

You jumped startled at the sudden voice. Now THAT really sounded like a young woman. You almost jumped again as a second voice groaned out admist the crying and ugly sobs.

"Will. You. Give it a dam rest already?!," a second voice shouted out. This one sounded like another woman but it sounded different from the other still sobbing woman. "That's all you've been doing for days on end!! You don't think the rest of us want to get out of this hellhole?!"

"H-Hey. Calm down. Ok?" Another new voice??? This one sounded different than the first two. So..three women?! You blinked confused before slowly approaching. "Fighting... isn't going to make a-any of this better."

"It's easy for you to say!! Maybe you can stand being stuck for days on end on a tiny space with her crying your ears off but I've had it!!! I can't stand it anymore than I can stand this stupid, stupid dam tub!!"

"AAAHH- S-STOP IT!! Y-Y-YOU'RE BEING MEEEAAANNN!!"

"IM BEING MEAN!? OH I'LL SHOW YOU MEAN!!"

Your hands gently grabbed the makeshift curtains and pulled back-

"Makio, stop-!!"

S P L A S H!!!

You weren't sure what happened. One moment you were pushing yourself in- And then a squeal left your throat as at least three barrels worth of water came raining down on you. The weight of the water as well as your surprise made you fall to the ground face first. A cross between a SPLAT sound, a THUD sound, and a massive pile of water being spilt sounded out through the barn as you felt to the ground...And silence resumed.

COUGH COUGH?!?!

You pushed yourself off of the floor coughing and spitting out the vile taste of dirty water from your mouth as you spit and sputtered. Soaked. In just one second your body was ninety none percent soaked through your dress as if you had jumped into a lake. Coughing and spitting out water your hands reached out to push away the long hair over your face. Narrowed eyes glaring at whoever was responsible for this..Only to once again pause. You did see someone. You.

No. A reflection of you.

A reflection of your soggy poor self was barely illuminated in the dark by the limited moonlight in the dark. It was..A block of dirty glass?? Upon further inspection you saw it wasn't dirt ON the glass but dirty water BEHIND the glass. It was a large...Box of dirty water? You blinked staring at it longer before hearing a sniffle sound and snapping your head up.

Three pairs of eyes stared back down at you.

There. Was. Three. Women. Staring at you from the inside of the...glass box full of dirty water?? You could only stare in shock. The faces also stared back at you in shock. Wha-..That.. Wasn't Mrs. Henya. The three faces staring at you were all strikingly beautiful young women around your age. The first one had dark blue eyes and long black hair that went past her shoulders, and judging by redness on her face you guessed she was the one crying. The second one was a bit stranger. She also had black hair but shorter pulled back into a ponytail. But what made her look so strange was the long orange-yellow bangs framing her face and orangish eyes. The third one like the first two also had black hair she wore tied back in a longer ponytail. Only her eyes her a pretty pink color. They stared down at you. You stared up at them. Silence other than the blue eyed ones sniffles filled the space.

....You. Blinked. "...Who are you?!"

"Us?," the orange eyed one scowled now pointing a wet hand out of the strange box accusingly at you. "Who the hell are you?!"

"I asked you first!"

"Well we're not answering until you answer first!"

"I'm a florist!"

The three women blinked at you before staring at one another. "What's a florist?"

"I sell flowers!" You slowly stood up now shaking your hands out annoyed before pushing your hair back. They looked back to you. "How do you not know what a florist is? And what's the big idea soaking me?!"

This was the thanks you get for trying to be a good person?! Last time you ever got nosey. You should've stuck to your first thought and minded your own business!

"Flowers??..Why would a flower seller be here?! Are you lying?! I know she's lying-"

"I was delivering rose bushes!", you shouted at the other scowling woman now annoyed.

"In the middle of the night? A likely story!"

"I had to make a late delivery because the man who was supposed to deliver them never showed up! And who are you to judge!?"

"Who delivers flowers in the middle of the night?!"

"It literally JUST turned dark! And I'm not the weird one here!" You gestured to the giant..Tank?? Thing?? "I'm not the people deciding to bathe in disgusting water inside a barn! Who the hell does THAT!? That's not normal!"

It was then Ms. Orange Eyes lost her scowl and again all three looked surprised at you. "Wait..so you-" ..Her hand raised looking you up and down. "You're not- ..I mean you're-..You aren't involved in this?"

"Why would I be involved with people who decide to skinnydip in disgusting water?!" You angrily grabbed your dress and wrung it out making water droplets spray to the dirty ground as they again looked at one another.

"Then..what are you doing here?"

"I told you! I'm making a delivery! I heard someone crying and apparently me being a good person means I'm going to be soaked to the bone!" You again scowled at them. "So thanks for that! I was feeling a little dehydrated actually!" You sarcastic spat. Maybe it was a bit mean but you were the one attacked by water here!

Ms. Blue Eyes And Sniffles looked at Ms. Orange Eyes and both looked unsure of what to do. However the third one- "I apologize for that on all of our behalves." She spoke gaining your attention. "We didn't know we'd be having a visitor."

"...Hmph. Clearly. Well since I know no one's dying, I'm gonna leave now and leave you three to.. Whatever it is you're doing."

"WAIT!!" You jumped at the loud wail. Water sloshing off the side of the tank thing. You hadn't even taken half a step away before Ms. Blue Eyes yelled. "YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE!!"

"Uh..YES. I can actually. I shouldn't even be in here." You paused. ..You didn't know these three. But they weren't from your town. You knew that. "You three shouldn't be here either. If I were you, I'd leave before the Henyas come back."

"That.. would be preferable," Ms. Pink Eyes spoke but shook her head sadly, "Unfortunately that's not an option for us."

You stared at her, then at the other two, then at the tank thing. "...Do you need clothing? I'm sure I can find some towels or something around here."

"No. Not that. We're not able to get out of this tank."

So it was a tank? Again why would they stay in something so filthy? "What do you mean you can't get out? The tanks just a few feet taller than me. It's not that big a fall, even if you sleep and fall it would hardly be fatal...What are you doing in there anyways? It looks like the water hasn't been changed in weeks! It's GROSS!" You stressed with a grimace of disgust.

Ms. Pink Eyes looked a bit hesitant- "Whelp. That settles it then." The one with orange bangs slumped against the side holding her head in a hand. "She literally has no idea about us. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing."

"A GOOD THING OBVIOUSLY!!," Ms. Blue Eyes shrieked. "THAT MEANS SHE'S NOT WITH THOSE OTHER BAD GUYS!!"

You looked at her. "Bad guys?? What are you talking about now?"

"WE-"

A smack sound went off as the other covered the loud one's mouth. "Don't tell her you loudmouth!! We don't even know if we can even trust her! How do we know that she's not trucking us? Or even worse than they are?!"

"Do we really have a choice?" Both were stopped by Ms. Pink Eyes again and just stopped.. eventually she looked back to you. "We were brought here three.. maybe four weeks ago. Not by choice either. You can say we're being held prisoner."

"Say? We ARE being held prisoner!"

Prisoner?! They were being held hostage!? Good gods what did you even walk into?! "Hostage?!..Wait." You pointed a suspicious look at them. "If you were really being held hostage, how come you haven't tried escaping yet? The door's locked but the window isn't. You three could've just walked on out that way."

Again the three exchanged looks again. Before silent Ms. Pink Eyes grabbed hold of the edge of the tank and pushed herself up and lifting her body from the water. You saw she was wearing a pink top soaked from the water but you fell silent as something else was lifted up from the water as well. Something large, reddish pink in color, and covered in scales. If anyone saw it, they'd just assume it was part of a giant fish.

However the top wasn't connected to any fish. IT WAS FREAKING CONNECTED TO THE WAIST OF THE WOMAN!!

You looked on in shock and awe at where pale soft skin transitioned into red scales before it disappeared sinking back into the murky water. Again silence resumed and you stared at the three of them in shock and sudden horror.

"Y-Y-You're not human.." You stepped back on instinct and in horror. "You're not human!!" You shouldn't be here! Danger! Creatures! Unsafe! Get away! "I- ..I c-cant stay here! I'm sorry but I need to leave!"

"WAIT!! COME BACK!!"

You panicked nearly slipping on the wet ground to get away. Tangled curtains and nets rushed and pushed away like arms trying to ensnare your body as you ran away from the inhuman creatures behind you. Footfalls echoing throughout the silent barn. Back towards the open window. Your escape route. Your sanctuary outside! You had just made it to the window throwing up a leg onto the windowsill and grabbing the frame-

T H U D-!!

What sounded like a giant sack of potatoes being dropped into the ground hard had echoed throughout the barn followed by the sounds of sloshing and splashing water! Making you jump and snap your head around back to the curta-

"SUMA!!" "YOU CLUMSY CRAB!! ARE YOU OK?!"

"AAAAAHH HAHAHAAAAAA!!!"

Loud sobs and crying filled the air once again as you just stood there... before proceeding to start climbing again-

"I-I-It's no- not FFFFAAAAIIIRRR!! I D-DONT WANT TO BE SO- SOLD TO A CARNIVAL!! W-WHY CAN'T WE JU-JUST G-GO HOOOOMMMEEE!?" The ugly crying and wails started up once more. "I D-DONT WANT TO LOSE YOU G-GUUUUYYYS!!! WWAAAAHHH!!!"

You stopped... slowly looking back from your place sitting on the window.

"Suma, calm down. W-We're going to be alright-"

"WILL YOU STOP PRETENDING EVERYTHING'S OK!? For once she's right! Nothing about this is ok! We're going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives unless they decide to kill us for some mounted trophy on the wall! Face it! We're never going to get out of here! It's-.... It's hopeless. We're hopeless."

You looked outside. The pony and cart was still there waiting for you to take it home. Safe. Warm home. Where you never had to worry about trapped mermaids which was truly none of your business....F/c eyes slowly looked back to the cries...

"Dam foul fish smelling beasts!"

Old hands held up a lantern shaking with old age. One hand reached out with a rusted key to insert into the lock turning until it clicked. Noisily a lock thudded to the ground as chains rattled from their place to join it on the soft dirt. The lantern lit up the way as the old grizzled woman grabbed the doorknob before looking behind her with narrowed eyes into the darkness. No one was out this time of night. Good. Quietly. The door creaked open allowing the old woman to hobble quietly inside.

"Alright you stupid fish smelling water bugs! I got your feeding!"

Silence answered her as she hobbled towards the back of the barn. The fish in her hands was dirty and old but she didn't care. They ate worse in the ocean.

"Silent huh? Hmph. It's about time you shut the hell up! The constant shrieking is driving me mad!"

The curtains were pulled back and the lantern shined upon the still tank. Filthy from weeks of neglect. With a toss, she threw the single fish into the top of the tank. It floated up onto the surface before sinking down into the murky water. A weak kick given to the glass.

"Wake up and eat it! Try not to cry about how hungry you are this time or else you'll go the rest of the week hungry!"

Nothing answered not that the grizzled old woman cared leaving. The old fish uselessly sinking to the bottom of the tank completely empty except for dirty water and a single old fish-

SPLASH!!

You stood still completely soaked and hand on a lever as you watched the giant pool like tub in the center of your family's bathhouse start to fill up from the opening allowing water to quickly rush into the tub until it was partially full. You stopped then and went back to slip out the back door. The night was still silent without anyone lurking around in the dark minus a horse and a cart connecting to it's back hidden in the shadows of your house. You carefully looked around, spotted no one, and then sighed.

"Alright. Coast is clear."

... Slowly three heads popped up from the back of the cart. Thank goodness for the dark cloaking their bodies. The cart was too small to fully hide their tails. You couldn't believe this was happening! You literally kidnapped already kidnapped mermaids! They were dangerous! You were helping nonhuman creatures and....Sigh. It was only temporary. You'd be rid of them soon enough. But for now, you'd help them. Firstly by taking a bath. They were dirty and spelt of old moldy clothes. They seemed on edge looking around as you approached them.

"This isn't the beach," Orange commented annoyed.

You decided to nickname them by the colors of their eyes in your mind for now. "Because the beach is literally a months travel by foot, and two weeks travel by horse. I need time to think of what to do, and I'm certainly not going to be traveling soaking wet in the middle of the night."

You held out your arms to Blue. She had thankfully stopped crying after Orange hissed at her that they'd be caught again if she didn't shut up. Orange's words not yours. She seemed to get the drill and reached out to wrap her arms around your shoulders as you quietly pulled her long body out of the cart and shifted her in your arms until you were able to carry her still sniffling form into the back door and gently heaved her into the giant tub. This repeated a second time with pink. And again with Orange, although Orange was a little more reluctant than her friends. It was harder dragging them through the window honestly. Your body was REALLY going to be sore in the morning and there was still evidence you had to get rid of. You would NOT allow anyone to know that you harboured these creatures.

You eventually semi dropped Orange into the large tub with the other two. "There. It's not as deep as the tank but it is wider. That should give you three more room at least."

Blue was already happily pushing her head underwater and blowing bubbles in the completely clean water as Pink smiled at you. "Thank you. You don't know how much we appreciate it."

"Well...If I was in your situation, I'd want some help too. But I'm going to need you three to do something." Pink and Orange blinked as you walked away to a nearby shelf, and proceeded to grab a few bottles and a scrub brush. Returning to the three mermaids and just plopping them on the side of the pool. "Here. It's soap. No offense but you three reek of mold and old dirt. Wash yourselves and I'll replace the water again when you're done." They were in pretty bad shape from the dirty water, especially their hair. You paused looking at them again. "...Also give me your clothes. They're completely filthy. I can let you borrow some of my dresses until I get them clean. You..do know what soap is right?"

"We can handle it from here," Pink confirmed already grabbing a bottle of shampoo and handing it to Orange who curiously opened it up to smell the sweet flower scent. "I'll call you when we're finished but don't you want to dry off?"

"I have a small bathroom in the guestroom. I'll use that and give you three some privacy. Just..let me know when you're finished. And try not to be loud and wake up anyone. I have to go take care of a few things."

Orange looked up at you. "What things?"

"I have to dry the wagon and then go tie the horse back on its post. Otherwise people will know I used it and get suspicious, and I don't feel like having an angry mob after me on top of getting soaked and sore."

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areyoudreaminof · 1 year

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Moon on a String: A Lucien Vanserra Playlist

Here it is! A playlist for our sly fox, courtier, and emissary. Apart from being one of the most interesting characters in ACOTAR, Lucien is one of the most emotionally well rounded ones. I wanted to explore his wit and charm, as well as his own grief and sorrow. As always, meet me behind the cut for a lyrical deep dive! Listen Along Here!

Son My Son-Milo Greene

Son, my son The weight is unique One by one The words are complete Your testing is calling And we are still falling For keeps

Your waltz like repeating Continues your dreaming In threes You will bury that hatchet with an olive branch Tied to your knee

Habibi-Tamino

And as the full star tries his best to make the white pearl shine Glances of a new day have arrived And though he’s not alone, he fears to never love another And leave his heart forever with her smile

Something died within a soul Left the eyes to rust And every time it is recalled It covers all in dust

Bad Bad News-Leon Bridges

Ain’t got no riches, ain’t got no money that runs long But I got a heart that’s strong and a love that’s tall Ain’t got no name, ain’t got no fancy education But I can see right through, a powdered face on a painted fool

They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news

Young Man in America-Anais Mitchell

Like the wind I make my moan, I howl in the canyon There's a hollow in my bones, makin' me cry and carry on Make the foam fly from my tongue, make me want what I want Another wayward son waitin' on oblivion Waitin' on the kingdom come to meet me in my sin Waitin' to be born again, mother, kiss me cheek and chin Mmm, a little medicine, mmm, and I shed my skin Mmm, and lemme climb back in the bed you made me in

Old Friend-Sea Wolf

But now we're getting older and we're growing up So now less action in the water and we know enough Stood up on the rooftop on a night so clear That the lights from the city just disappeared

I know you don't believe me When I believe in you I know it could get much easier If you want it to

Late Night-Foals

Now I'm the last cowboy in this town Empty veins and my plastic broken crown They said I swam the seas then ran aground They said I once was lost but now I'm truly found And I know the place but not the way I feel, I feel no shame Oh now, Mama, do you hear my fear? It's coming after me

Beggin' for Thread-BANKS

So I got edges that scratch And sometimes, I don't got a filter But I'm so tired of eating All of my misspoken words I know my disposition gets confusing My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state That’s why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah

Turn Away-Beck

Turn Turn away From the weight of your own words It's a measure For the devil And betrays the lack of change Once you have spoken Turn away

Sun-Cat Power

Here it comes, here it comes, in all is burning Here it comes, here it comes, it’s splitting the bone Here it comes, here it comes, we’re all so tired of waiting Whose side, whose side are you on

I wanna hear every answer to every question It’s not that I never wanted, I just never knew If you can, if you could lend your hand This is the day people like we’ve been waiting for

Gold-Chet Faker

I might as well be in a garden I said, uh, a smell in the air is a dripping rose (You can be the one for me) Another soul to be my void then Of anything there that's made of gold

Call Me in the Afternoon-Half Moon Run

Take one if you need it but you really shouldn't be out this late Really wanna make you feel home Take one if you need it but you really shouldn't get this fucked up Really wanna get it to you Slide another shot by and wipe your dirty hands on me Swallow till you go blind and find a little company

Autumn Tree-Milo Greene

A man that resembles me Watching his young lady sleep Now I'm off to dream Comfort me

Is this my old shame? My mind is away How long have you been gone? The cold winter aged the soft of your face And I can't move on

River-Ibeyi

Carry away my dead leaves Let me baptize my soul with the help of your waters Sink my pains and complains Let the river take them, river drown them My ego and my blame Let me baptize my soul with the help of your waters Those old mes, so ashamed Let the river take them, river drown them

You Wanna Freak Out-My Morning Jacket

Play it smart, soul intact How you react is what you get back 'Cause that's the way we really see I am "you're" and "you're" is me Come on, you know how we are First we're up, up, down, down One day we're in, the next one we're out You wanna freak out? Come on

Don't Carry It All-The Decemberists

And there a wreath of trillium and ivy Laid upon the body of a boy Lazy will the loam come from its hiding Return this quiet searcher to the soil

So raise a glass to turnings of the season And watch it as it arcs towards the sun And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason And your labors will be borne when all is done

No One's Here to Sleep-Naughty Boy/Bastille

You were always faster than me I'll never catch up with you, with you Oh I can feel them coming for me And you were always faster than me I'll never catch up with you, with you Oh I can feel them coming for me

Here's the pride before the fall Oh, your eyes, they show it all I can see it coming I can see it coming As I rise up through each floor Shit gets dark and you lose it all I can hear it coming I can hear the drumming

taglist: @cursebrkr, @octobers-veryown, @melting-houses-of-gold, @velidewrites, @reverie-tales, @thesistersarcheron @ultadverb, @c-e-d-dreamer, @andrigyn, @foundress0fnothing, @vulpes-fennec ,@asnowfern,@mossytrashcan, @thelovelymadone, @the-lonelybarricade, @shadowriel, @separatist-apologist , @fieldofdaisiies, @stickyelectrons, @vanserrass, @panicatthenightcourt, @krem-does-stuff, @iftheshoef1tz, @damedechance, @ablogofbipanic

Up Next: Rhysand. Happy Weekend!

#acotar playlist #lucien vanserra #lucien #Spotify #pro lucien vanserra #acotar playlist project

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faith-forgxtten-land · 4 months

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idek what you'd do with this but you're a Taylor fan so peaky blinders characters and their corresponding Taylor song/s

ooooh this is a good one. and surprisingly difficult. and i'm trying not to repeat songs which is hard when all of these people are so desperately mentally ill...

Peaky Blinders Characters + their Taylor Swift songs

warnings: needlessly long

Tommy Shelby

mr perfectly fine - does this need explaining? he is mr casually cruel, mr everything revolves around you

so dignified in your well-pressed suit / so strategised, all the eyes on you / sashay your way to your seat / it's the best seat, in the best room / oh, he's so smug, mr always wins / so far above me in every sense / so far above feeling anything

dear reader - burn all the files, desert all your past lives

Alfie Solomons

london boy - i laughed with this but i will stand by it for obvious reasons

getaway car - i will take no comments on this

i knew you were trouble - he is trouble

beautiful ghosts - it mentions london and that’s good enough for me

i know this life isn’t safe / but it’s wild and it’s free

style - we never go out of style (alfie to tommy probably)

look what you made me do - honey, i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time

Arthur Shelby

this is me trying - i’m not sure i can find a song more fitting

they told me all of my cages were mental / so i got wasted like all my potential

renegade - is it insensitive for me to say “get your shit together so i can love you”?

you fire off missiles ‘cause you hate yourself / but do you know you’re demolishing me?

forever winter - he’s up, 5am, wasted / long gone, not even listening

in short, poor arthur

Polly Gray

sad beautiful tragic - it just feels right

mad woman - i’m struggling to explain these choices but they’re correct

castles crumbling - yes

my tears ricochet - also yes

Ada Shelby

dorothea - i thought hard about this one so you better agree

you got shiny friends since you left town

it’s never too late to come back to my side

fearless - she is

a place in this world - i'm just a girl / trying to find a place in this world

ours - communism

John Shelby

i forgot that you existed - i am sorry john

the way i loved you - he and esme are crazy

but i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain / it’s 2am and i’m cursing your name

can you tell i struggled

girl at home - you’re married john

Michael Gray

foolish one - he’s dumb as hell

never grow up - just is, could be him or polly

the lucky one - you wonder if you’ll make it out alive

bad blood - well

Grace Burgess

when emma falls in love - when emma falls in love, she paces the floor / closes the blinds and locks the door

she won’t walk away, unless she knows she absolutely has to leave

and all the bad boys would be good boys / if they only had a chance to love her

Lizzie Stark

don’t you - this fits her so well and i will not entertain any arguments about it

i heard she’s nothing like me / i’m sure she’ll make you happy

sometimes, i really wish that i could hate you / i’ve tried, but that’s just something i can’t do

you’re losing me - we thought a cure would come through in time, now i fear it won’t

now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time / do i throw out everything we built or keep it

May Carleton

august - you weren’t mine to lose

Finn Shelby

exile - i’m hilarious

you’re on your own, kid - see above

Esme Lee

crazier - yes

#peaky blinders #Taylor swift #the crossover the world needed #I'm both proud and highly ashamed of this #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #arthur shelby #polly gray #michael gray #I can't think of any more tags #grace shelby #lizzie stark #finn shelby #john shelby #ada shelby #grace burgess #esme shelby #esme lee #lizzie shelby

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i-like-anything-water · 5 months

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Hello I-Like-Anything-Water! I'm respecting your privacy by knocking, but am too impatient to wait for permission and am coming in anyway! (Breaks door down with a battering ram)

Glad to see from you again! Hope school's treating you well. I have returned with more CHLOENETTE!!

I posted this a few other places, but was curious about your thoughts on it: The Scene starts with Rose inspecting a present someone left on her desk, wondering what's inside... only for it to blast open and smash a pie into her face, the sound of cruel laughter coming from behind her. She turns her head to see Marinette and Chloe, both decked out in gold, and asks why Marinette became so mean. Marinette's answer? "Because someone needs to keep little losers like you in their place!" Before moving in to kiss her girlfriend... and then Marinette wakes up screaming, wondering why she dreamed of dating Chloe of all people... and why the thought of being so cruel felt so right.

Meanwhile, across town, Chloe is experiencing a dream of her own. One in which she's no longer rich, and isn't particularly famous. One where she spends most of her days either keeping the house in good condition or helping her in-laws run the bakery. A simple life with a loving family, when her wife, Marinette walks through the door... carrying their daughter in her arms. She moves in to pull her wife into a kiss... and wakes up, blushing bright enough to be seen from space, and instantly going into denial that she would EVER want to be with Dupain-Cheng OR give up her wealth and influence... no matter how at home she felt in that little shop in her dreams.

To make a long story short, my thought is that both Marinette and Chloe are crushing hard on each other, in denial, and would gladly throw away their current lives if it meant being with the other. What do you think?

Hello! School is still a pain and my toothache isn't helping but it's alright, ask as much as you want. My doors are pretty much open at this point xD

I think that's what makes Chloenette my favorite ship in the series. They won't throw away all the life they built away (technically) but they would want to do everything that hey can to build a future for them.

Marinette growing a more firm and decisive backbone due to Chloé's influence is pretty much accepted within the chloenette fandom and I personally think it's great. Despite her growth (canonically...there still is) I don't see why she can't be a bit more aggressive in situations. Plus it's funny when Mari's being mean but also feeling kinda bad but satisfied later and Chloé's just proud and smug. 'That's my girl.'

Chloé Bourgeois, former heiress turned commoner found strolling Paris's park with up and coming fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

I don't know if y'all have read the fics, but Tacomuerte's stories 'Best Frenemies' and 'Divided Loyalties' are one of the best portrayal of Chloé slowly settling down with Mari's lifestyle and Mari with Chloé's. Chloé is artistic (a bit perfectionist in a way as well) and I can definitely see her fussing and making sure all of the pastries are decorated to the tiniest of details and that every box doesn't have a single speck of dirt or crumpled. Baking also requires physical exertion especially in large orders so that's one way for her to let out some steam without causing an akuma xD.

They grew up with different backgrounds but I can see them having multiple common grounds aside from Fashion. One of them is their devotion and loyalty to people they like (in Chloé's case, people she genuinely respects and looks up to) which can get pretty aggressive and sometimes obsessive (obsessive chloenette is a fave).

Basically, yeah, I can see them doing a lot of unexpected things just to be together and to build a future they both want and need.

#asks #chloenette #I have made essays on their dynamics but they're in my notes and idk if they're accurate or it's just the writer in me lol

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triplesilverstar · 7 months

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Encounter

Rating: G

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Drinking, Time skip, canon typical violence, Awkward flirting, Bad pick up lines

Word count: 1565

A/N: So starting to post my series over here and the first one in it where you meet the infamous Humanoid Typhoon for the first time. More below the divider.

Just about everyone in Jeneora Rock was celebrating, what had been turning into a bleak situation with no chance of a turn around, the plant that had been malfunctioning and causing so much heartache to the town had been fixed.

The stranger that had wandered into town had been able to repair the plant, and repair it for free at that, a Hero. A real windfall for the town that meant there was money for other priorities in keeping the townsfolk alive.

As dusk came and went, the party seemed to keep going and the booze was flowing freely at the diner, said Hero enjoying himself and having a good time. Though one figure sitting at the bar kept grabbing his attention. She’d been there when he first rolled into town that afternoon, and the moment he’d meet her gaze he found himself intrigued. People your age didn’t have eyes like that. He also had a nagging feeling you had something to do with the feeling of being watched he’d had all day.

Having swallowed the last of his latest drink he smiled sliding up beside you at the bar “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past you again?” Glancing out of the corner of his eye, the glass you had been raising stopped, your own gaze flicking over to him. He had a good view of your profile from this angle, and he did have to admit he enjoyed what he saw.

“What I believe” the glass was returned to the bar top and your hand spayed out beside it “is none of your business” the scowl on your face was enough to make him take a step back hands up in the air.

“No reason to be so hostile, friend” walking closer again and now leaning on the bar beside you “how about I get you a drink to show there's no hard feelings?”

Rolling your eyes you turn to look straight at him “Sure, I’m having water” he felt the bite in that one. Head hanging down, his hair grazing the bar top, and over the din of the diner heard you sigh. “Is that your response whenever someone doesn’t fall at your feet? So much for the legendary lady killer.” The last part was muttered so quietly he almost missed it.

His head rose, expression neutral as he turned to you again “Pardon?” snorting you turned to face him fully.

“I know who you are” your voice was whisper soft but hearing those words left his blood running cold “Vash the Stampede. And I'm not fooled by the act you put on, a dance and show to hide.” Another sigh escaped you, hand reaching up to scratch at your own hair before turning to look at the booze behind the bar. “But I don’t get you.”

This time you didn’t stop as you took a mouthful of water from the glass, setting it back down “everything I've heard about you, says you're the best gunslinger out there, that you destroy whole towns without a thought. Yet today, you saved this town. Leaves a deal of confusion, got any answers for that?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t judge a book?” a soft smile is gracing his features now, mirrored sunglasses hiding his eyes. You snort, and this time he watches the corners of your lips upturn ever so slightly.

“Maybe. You are a nice payday though” his own expression falls and a grin lights up your own “So. I’ll make you a deal. After what you did today, I won’t try anything for.” Your eyes glance up like you're picturing something in your head “the next week, and within 100 iles of this place. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds a little too good to be true to be honest.” While his tone conveyed his disbelief he still held out his hand “I guess I’ll get to see if the Ghost Sniper is as honest as they say.”

You rolled your eyes again but grasped his hand in return “That is a dumb moniker” this time it was Vash who snorted.

“You do seem to be among the living” You were finishing your own glass as Rosa finally made a turn back towards both of you, interrupting whatever Vash was going to say next. You’d both been lost in the last few moments.

“You two need a refill now that you're done flirting with each other?” you flushed red and started sputtering smacking your chest to dislodge the liquid that had gone the wrong way.

“Sure, I'll have whatever she’s having.”

“Two waters coming up” surprised danced across his face, mouth agape.

“You really are drinking water?” You narrowed your eyes at that, done coughing.

“Why is that such a surprise?”

“I guess I didn’t expect it, is all” his hand was rubbing the back of his head while he laughed.

You smirked at him, taking the new glass “Don’t judge a book” laughter rang out after having his own words thrown back at him. After a few moments of silence Vash left you where you were, off to rejoin the celebrations you seemed to be ignoring. Rosa came back smiling, leaning on the bar across from you.

“What?” you narrowed your eyes at her, that knowing smile making one of your eyebrows raise as she kept silent, shaking her head.

“First time I’ve seen you respond to anyone like that since you rolled into town two weeks ago, quite the chat you two seemed to be having.” Ah, while you liked Rosa, she did seem to like fishing for information, giving the inclination she hadn’t heard what the two of you had been discussing.

“Should I send your breakfast up to his room in the morning?” her attempt at teasing pulling a snort of disdain out of you.

“Absolutely not.” Her face fell at that, her own exasperated sigh escaping, before shaking her head at you.

“Too bad. I think you two would make a good couple, you both seem kinda lonely.” You glance at her before finishing your water and standing up, throwing a few bills on the counter.

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea there, Rosa. I’ll see you in the morning.” Waving goodbye you headed out the door towards the hotel located just above. Hitting the cool air you find yourself shaking your head. You and Vash the Stampede? Yea right.

- Six years later -

“I thought you said no one recognized you?” snapping as you ducked down behind the half buried ship piece outside of town, and sending a glare at the blond next to you.

“These guys weren’t in town earlier! They must have followed me after I left” high pitched and desperate, Vash was reloading his pistol, peeking out around the meager cover you shared.

“Regardless, they’re here now!” You flop over on your side, looking through your scope before Vash pulls you back in by your feet. “I counted six. How many did you see?”

“I counted nine while running.”

Nodding you crouch beside him “how do you wanna handle this?” He seemed to be in thought before giving you a lopsided smile.

“I think it’s time we left.”

“Genius decision.” Snorting at him and throwing a thumb over your shoulder “are we asking nicely or assuming they’ll just let us walk away?” You could fill a canteen with the amount of sarcasm dripping from your mouth.

“Still have any of those smoke bombs left?” you nod at him “Here’s the plan, you throw down some cover and we split up. They’ve set up to cover both sides, so I’ll go one way and, most likely, they'll follow after me. Allowing you to make a clean break and grab our toma to run off. We’re not far from Jeneora Rock so we can meet up there, at least as long as you don’t get lost again.”

“Why do I feel like that’s a dig at me?”

“Mayfly, you can get lost in a town with one street.” The tips of your ears feel like they’re on fire. “That's why you get the toma, if you get lost he’ll take you to the nearest town, which as long as you go far enough in the opposite direction from here will be Jeneora Rock.”

“Well that’s going to be a blast from the past.” Your mind quickly flashes to a feisty diner owner, “Ya know, Rosa thought we’d make a good couple.”

“Seriously?” His face falls at your comment “Now isn’t the time to be reminiscing Mayfly”

“Yea, yea, I’m just thinking she’s gonna tease the daylight out of me for telling her she was wrong back then.” You prep the smoke bomb, grasping it and looking to Vash for his signal to throw it with enough force to activate it.

He leans forward, a chaste peck pressed to your forehead “See you in a few days, try and stay out of trouble.” A smirk graces your lips, and you shake your head.

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” He smiles, pushing his mirrored lenses up his face and turning from you, he gives you the signal. You hurl the smoke bomb, and after a few moments of hearing them scramble after Vash you run for the toma. Fingers crossed you don’t actually get lost on the way to your meetup location. Again.

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