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danurso · 6 months

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NWN Challenge

*At a nice bar in Atlas*

Ruby: You’re still dealing with the fallout of that mess?

Blake: Of course. As the head of the white fang I can't just clean up a mess and ignore what caused it and who was affected by it…..*sigh* The last thing I want is people thinking we’re slipping back into what we used to be years back.

Yang: Good thing your pops is really good at de-escalating, well that and Weiss’ PR team.

Blake: Yeah. Where is her by the way? I wanted to thank her personally for all the help.

Ruby: She said she was coming, something came up during work.

Yang: Or someone. If Jaune went to visit she might be an hour or so late.

Blake: That. . . . . . probably isn't the case.

Yang: Why?

Blake: *nods* Because she doesn't look like she just had a good time.

The trio then turned to see a familiar heiress coming in, looking like she was about to murder someone.

Weiss: *sits down on the table*

Bartender: What will it be mi-

Weiss: Vodka. Pure. And make it a triple.

Yang: Yeesh. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Ruby: What happened?

Blake: Who did you kill?

Weiss: He's not dead, the doctors said just broke a few bones.

R_BY: . . . . . . . .

Weiss: . . . .what?

Blake: . . . . .i was joking.

Weiss: Oh. . . .right. . . . .

Ruby: Wait, wait, you tried to kill someone!?

Weiss: I didn't! I just exaggerated a bit while dealing with a jerk.

Yang: What happened?

Weiss: . . . . .*sigh* I was venting to Winter about some private things about Jaune, as soon as she left an associate came in, he must've heard something about what we're talking, because as soon as we were done talking business he tried asking me out.

Yang: Doesn't everyone at the company know you just married?

Weiss: They do and he knew about it. But he insisted saying we could do something “fun” and that he could “Give me what i needed” since my husband wasn't doing so.

Ruby: Oh gods. . . . . .

Yang: Hah!

Blake: Like, I understand why that made you angry, but did you have to send the guy to the hospital?

Weiss: Not really, but i’ve been having a really stressful week and even after i said no multiple times, he kept pushing, and the moment he got too close i catapulted him out of the room with a glyph, though because of everything i miscalculated and sent him through a wall instead of the door.

Yang: *laughs* Please send me the video whenever you can! I wanna see that.

Ruby: Well, jerk aside, is everything okay? You sound like there's been stress even before that.

Bartender: Here miss. *Puts down her drink*

Weiss: Thanks.

Blake: Is everything okay at home? You said you were venting about Jaune, is everything okay between you two?

Weiss: No! The last three weeks been awful! HE has been awful!

Blake: Wait what?

Yang: Wow, That's a surprise.

Ruby: But why? What's wrong with Jaune?

Weiss: He’s been the worst! I keep having to deal with issues at the company! Cleaning the mess my father made! And then, after an awful day of work, what am I greeted with!?

Yang: A blown up house?

Blake: Another woman?

Ruby: Jaune wouldn't do that blake! Geez. . . . .Oh! Was it maybe a dead body?

Weiss: No! As soon as I come in he greets me with that stupid! Bright! And warm smile! He hugs me tight goes on about missing me soooo much! He covers me in kisses! Takes me in to show the warm bath he prepared for me! The house which is basically spotless and the dinner which was my favorite! Aaaarggh! Just thinking about it makes my blood boil! *Chugs the drink*

Ruby: . . . . . . . .

Yang: . . . . . . . .

Blake: . . . . . . . . . .that's it?

Weiss: Oh no. No no no, it gets worse. After dinner he brings me a whole cheesecake! Freshly made! And after we ate he took me to the living room and massaged every corner of my stressed body! I felt like I was melting! Oh gods the nerve of that man!!!

Yang: Wow, sounds like a nightmare.

Weiss: I know! Because it is!

Blake: *deadpan* Is it though?

Ruby: Err, Weiss? Are you sure there's a problem there? Because you make it sound like he's doing something bad but apparently he's been really sweet to you.

Weiss: I know! And it's unbearable!

Ruby: But why?

Weiss: BECAUSE IT'S NOVEMBER RUBY!!!

R_BY: Ohhhh. . . . .

Blake: He’s doing that dumb challenge too? I thought it was just Sun.

Ruby: *sigh* Nah, Oscar was doing it too.

Yang: Sounds like a headache. Lucky me and Arslan don't struggle with that stuff.

Blake: Yes, because she's not a guy, they tend to be incredibly stubborn about the stupidest things. Well, as stubborn as you can be with someone who knows all your weaknesses.

Ruby: Got him to give up?

Blake: Around a week in, would’ve been sooner if i wasn't busy with the fang. Oscar giving you trouble?

Ruby: Nope. He went for ten days straight, then he walked in on me coming out of the shower and he snapped. *Chuckles* I wasn't even trying to make him lose.

Weiss: *eyebrow twitching* Good to know I'm the only one suffering here.

Yang: Come on ice cream. You know that guy is basically addicted to you, if you give him a push in the right direction I'm pretty sure he’ll just crumble.

Weiss: And you think I haven't tried!? Skimpy swimsuits, Lingeries, Nudes throughout the day, dirty comments, cosplaying his favorite characters, offering to do the most questionable things! I used every last trick in the book and he STILL didn't cave in!

Yang: Oh, wow.

Blake: I knew he had a strong will but this is still surprising to hear.

Weiss: It's so frustrating! I get to come back home every day to the most wonderful husband in the world, who pampers and looks after me, doing everything I wish and making me the happiest woman in Remnant! And you tell me I can't ride him to oblivion after all that!? It's unfair!!! Utter Injustice!!! I wished I knew who came up with this challenge so I could strangle them until they're blue!!!

Yang: *chuckles* I can't tell if you're angrier at not getting laid for three weeks now or at him for not falling for your charms.

Weiss: BOTH!!!

Ruby: I mean, you said you tried everything but it doesn't sound like it.

Weiss: I did Ruby. I most certainly did! And wore basically anything you could imagine, I went as far as to wear things that, if images were leaked online, my life would be ruined and Blake would never talk to me again.

Yang: . . . . . . .you wore a-

Blake: *covers her mouth* Please don't, I’d rather our friendship still exist by the end of the night. For once in my life i do NOT wanna know.

Yang: *pushes her out* Wow. You really pulled all the stops.

Weiss: And it did nothing to him!!! *Depressed sigh*

Ruby: I mean, so far it sounds like all you did was dress up and act sexy to try and make him cave in.

Weiss: What else was I supposed to do!?

Ruby: Did you forget who you're married to? It's pretty easy to get him to bend and do what you want once you pin his weakness down.

Weiss: . . . . . .that sounded very wrong, especially being about my husband.

Ruby: What? I never abused that weakness mind you! He's my best friend, I could never!

Yang: Unless he has your favorite cookies.

Ruby: *pink* That's different!

Weiss: Spit it out already!

Ruby: *sigh* . . . . .fine. but he ever asks, you didn't learn this from me.

Weiss: *walks in* I’m home.

Jaune: *wearing pajamas* Hey, how was your night? *Hugs her* Everyone doing well?

Weiss: Yeah. *Kisses him* Everyone is doing well.

Jaune: I left some food for you in the microwave, wasn’t sure if you would eat out so i made something.

Weiss: It's fine, we got something to eat on the way back.

Jaune: I’ll pack it up for tomorrow then. *Walking to the kitchen* By the way, Whitley called. He said something about a guy you sent to the hospital. Is everything okay at work?

Weiss: Yeah, someone tried hitting on me earlier, and I accidentally used too much force to push him off when he tried to get too close.

Jaune: *storing the food* Ouch. Almost makes me feel bad for him. . . . .almost. *feels a pair of arms wrapping around his torso from behind.* . . . . . .Weiss?

Weiss: *inhale* . . . . . .*deep exhale*

Jaune: *serious* Weiss. . . . .that guy didn't hurt you, did he?

Weiss: *chuckles* Good to know my knight is still there to protect me if I ever need, I thought he ended up buried under my cute husband.

Jaune: Weiss-

Weiss: He did nothing, just a few sweet words which I already forgot. I just wanted to hug you.

Jaune: If you say so, then I believe you. What do you wanna do now?

Weiss: Bed. I’m tired, could you come with me though?

Jaune didn't answer, he only turned around and picked her up in his arms, making her chuckle in response, he took her to the bedroom and helped her out of her clothes and into her nightgown, and soon enough, they were both in bed cuddling.

Weiss: *Chuckling*

Jaune: What’s so funny?

Weiss: Nothing. I’m just happy.

Jaune: That's good to hear. You seemed a little stressed these last few days.

Weiss: Yeah. . . .but I'm fine now. In fact, I couldn't be happier.

Jaune: Really?

Weiss: Of course. *Hugs him closer* I’ve got a nice house, a good job, great friends and above all else *Looks up to him* the most wonderful husband in the world.

Jaune: *pink, scratching his cheek* Hehehe, I’m just doing what I can. It's not a big deal.

Weiss: It is for me. . . .for someone who grew up in a cold house, surrounded by people I couldn't trust, having someone that I can trust and love this much is everything.

Jaune: Weiss. . . . .

Weiss: You never ignore me, you always know when I'm not okay, you look after my every need, you go above and beyond to make me happy, and you know me even better than I do myself. I must've been a saint in a past life to be blessed with someone so wonderful as you are. I wanna stay like this and hold on to you for the rest of my life. *Angelic smile* Thank you for marrying me, my love.

Jaune: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Jaune: *naked on the bed and spooning her* God damnit. . . . .

Weiss: *sweaty and giggling*

Jaune: I can't believe I fell for that.

Weiss: Fell for what~? I was being honest, you know?

Jaune: I know! And that makes it even more of a dirty move!

Weiss: My heart bleeds for you.

Jaune: *groan* I was just a week away. I resisted everything you threw at me and this is how I lost?

Weiss: Yep. I thought there was no way out until a certain someone reminded me how weak you are to someone being genuinely emotional with you.

Jaune: It was Ruby wasn't it? Every time i have her favorite cookies she'll go on this emotional speech about how much it matters to her that i’m her best friend and all we went through, and when i realize i already gave her the cookies.

Weiss: I won't confirm nor deny anything.

Jaune: Ugh, figures.

Weiss: *turns to him* Oh please, you say it as if you didn't like it.

Jaune: Of course I did, I've been craving you for weeks.

Weiss: Good to hear, I felt the same.

Jaune: Just don't do that next year or I'm telling Blake about your secret costumes.

Weiss: You’re doing that again next year!?

Jaune: *chuckles* That's your main concern?

Weiss: Of course I am! These last three weeks have been hell!

Jaune: If that's the case. . . .*on top of her* Then let me take you to paradise.

Weiss: *pink* That wasn't enough for you?

Jaune: Nowhere near enough to make up for these three weeks. You gotta work Tomorrow?

Weiss: Not really, they have to fix the wall in my office so. . . . .

Jaune: Good. You won't have to make up an excuse then. Might need one for after tomorrow though.

Weiss: *red* . . . . . . .I’m in danger aren't i?

Jaune: The plan was to win the challenge and slowly ease back into routine. You tricked me into losing so now I’m giving you what you want, all of it.

Weiss: *redder* C-can we talk about this for a mome-AAHHHH~!?!?

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #jaune x weiss #rwby jaune #rwby jaune arc #rwby weiss #rwby weiss schnee #rwby jaune x weiss #whiteknight #rwby white knight #white knight #rwby whiteknight #yang xiao long #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #rwby yang xiao long #blake belladona #rwby blake belladonna

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barry-j-blupjeans · 5 months

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It would have been easy to miss her if Barry hadn't been keeping an eye out. She wore a dark cloak with a silver clasp and had her hood drawn up over her head. The crowded streets of Neverwinter— Neverwinter, why was he in Neverwinter again?— pushed them past each other but for a moment, they caught eyes. He got the shortest glimpse of her face, aged, and stressed, and focused— and then recognition. Surprise.

He knew her. No, he didn't.

Fuck, wait, yes he did.

So Barry did something he had recently discovered he was very good at doing: He ran. The crowd helped him along, pushing him forward as he stumbled over his own two feet. He kept his head low, trying to get cover from the people around him. He crossed the street, and then went left, and crossed the street again, trying to drown himself into the crowd. He kept going until he was reasonably sure that he had lost her and then ducked into an alleyway.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Barry twisted his bag, fumbling for his inhaler. Good fuckin' Gods. This day and gone from bad to worse. He took a hit of it (and someone in his head told him to stop saying that he "took a hit" of his medication) and leaned against the alley wall, trying to breathe deeply again.

He dug through his bag, finding the little gold coin he kept with him. He was… gods, Barry wished he knew what was happening anymore. But he couldn't— he couldn't lose focus. He was looking for someone. He was supposed to be looking for someone, but, well, this attempt had hit a dead end. And, for the first time (?), Barry had come across the person who was looking for him.

He pressed a little notch on the coin, flipping back through old recorded messages until he found the right one. The coin buzzed a little, like a staticky radio line, but crackled to life with a message in Barry's own voice. One he didn't remember leaving, but he knew the words by heart by now. They were important.

"— and— and another thing— there's this… Geez, I don't wanna call it an issue, but it's kinda an issue. There's a— there's a woman looking for you. Not the one we wanna find. On purpose, I mean. God, I hate this. It's making her sound like some sorta villain and she's no— well…"

The coin sighed.

"Her name is Lucretia." There was a shuffling noise in the background of the recording, as if someone was adjusting papers. "She's— she's part of the family you don't remember. But it's— I can't stress enough how much of a no-go talking to her is. Like, even more than the others, so, so much more. In fact, if you ever see her just— I don't know, just fuckin' run, I guess. That's— Gods."

The coin was silent for a moment. Barry took another puff of his inhaler.

"There's nothing good that you can get by talking to her right now," the coin continued. "And if you talk to her, she might— I mean, I don't think she'd do anything to you besides talk, but that's— that's enough sometimes, y'know? She's… she's the reason we're in this mess. Why we can't remember ###—" Barry winced at the static. "I don't— I can't physically explain what she did, but don't— don't talk to her. If you see her, just run. Just go."

The coin went on to describe some of Lucretia's features— her eyes, the white hair, her age ("—because she wouldn't fucking listen to me about Wonderland and #### ###### ##—"). Barry thought back to the glance he had caught of the woman he passed by and just barely managed to swallow his fear about it. He hit the notch on the coin again, shutting it off. Sometimes, it would delve into static for a while, especially when talking about Lucreita. He put the coin back in his bag, along with his inhaler.

He peeked back into the streets and then pulled back into the alley. He could still slightly see from his space between the buildings, but hopefully, she couldn't see him.

Lucretia had lowered her hood, and was looking around. The crowd had thinned some, just enough for her to stand in place without being pushed around. But her eyes never found his hiding spot and, after a moment, an orc woman jogged up to her. Barry could barely hear them over the hustle and bustle of Neverwinter, but he caught wind of,

"— just started running! What gives?"

"I thought I saw…" Lucretia scanned the area once more. Barry scooted back a bit to hide himself, holding his breath. "No, it was nothing. It's— I'm a just little on edge today, I suppose."

It was obvious the orc woman didn't believe her, but she must have known Lucretia enough to not question it. Or at least, not to publicly question it.

"You're gonna be late for your meeting," the orc woman said after a moment's pause.

Lucretia turned and while Barry couldn't hear the curse word, it startled a laugh from the orc woman. They retreated back the way they had come. Barry sighed, relaxing a little.

Okay. Okay, time to regroup. Refocus. Once he felt it was safe, he stepped back into the street again, carefully retracing his steps to regain his bearings. From here, he'd go to Farnfoss. There was an enchanted forest that supposedly protected some powerful magic items— it was a better lead than nothing.

As long as he made it there alive, at least.

#somewhat inspired by the post just made by anistarrose #so thank u rose <3 #taz #taz balance #barry bluejeans #lucretia #mine #ise cube writing #:D

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coolprettyleo · 23 days

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summer's day was starting off horrible.

first she missed her alarm and slept through her pilates class, so to make up for it she went on a run, where she tripped and fell, and then to top it all off she got a call from her councilor who advised her to take french, if she was going to go through with her studying abroad trip to france. meaning she had to drop one of her classes and replace it.

it just wasn't summers day and she was quick to see that.

she quickly went home and registered for the class to see it started in twenty minutes. the class was about a thirty minute walk from her apartment.

great.

she quickly freshened up and got her bag and dashed to class, trying to remember the fact that it was all going to be worth it when she met a rich man in France and they rode off into the sunset.

bitch u wish.

___

she walked through the doors of the building already running ten minutes late. she looked through the window of the class to see that there was no other than twenty five people in the class.

she opened the door and all eyes were immediately on her.

"and you are" a woman said, obviously displeased with the fact summer had interrupted her.

"rachel summers. I just registered like twenty minutes ago, so I don't know if it's in the system yet" she said when she saw the professor look confused.

"well. you can take a seat over there" she pointed to a seat that was next too-- no there than gabe perreault.

this day can't get any worse

she kept a straight face as she put her things down and listened to the professors lecture on their assignment.

"didn't know you were into french, rache'" gabe started.

summer ignored him not looking to make her day any worse and start the immature banter they seemed to always do.

"your ignoring me now? I guess praying really does work"

keep ignoring him

"is there something you two would like to share?" the professor called them out.

gabe stifled a laugh as summer turned red.

"no-- ma'm. i'm sorry" she got out as the professor hummed and kept on talking.

"so, as i was saying; whoever is to your left of you will be your partner for this assignment. exchange socials or emails or whatever and go from there. you are dismissed after!"

gabe is too the left of me

the class got to talking as gabe took a overly obnoxious breath.

"I guess you can't ignore me forever then...darn it" he said smiling.

"let's just get the assignment over with. here's my number" she said as she wrote a note and handed it to him.

"geez rachel. talk sweet to me at least, if your gonna give me your number-"

"don't" she said annoyed.

"don't what" he said faking innocence.

"just don't" she said as she packed up her things and he held his hands up.

"do you even know any french?" he asked standing up as well.

"no. but your not one to talk, I doubt you know any either"

"I beg to differ actually" he argued

"'bon appetite' does not count" she said sarcastically laughing at her own tease.

"I'm fluent, Rachel" he said seriously.

"yeah and im Canadian!"

"im canadien french. born in Quebec"

summer stayed quite for a moment seeing as she didn't know what to say to that

"new gabe lore? oh thank you so much" she said overly dramatic.

"ha ha." he said as he opened the door for her to walk out.

"are you going to the darty later" he asked. he would never say it out loud but he liked when summer would attend things.

it's not because I want her there though

gabe told himself.

"aww. missing me already?"

"is... rachel summers... flirting with me?"

"trust me, thats not me flirting" she said getting red once again.

"oh yeah" gabe said eyeing her. nodding his head as he held his chin up. obviously trying to look hot and he was one hundred percent succeeding.

"stop! doing that" summer told him.

"doing what"

"bye. I have to go" she said parting ways from him before she said something embarrassing.

"I'll see you later?" he yelled as she sped walk away.

"we'll see" she rolled her eyes smiling. feeling something she hadn't felt in a while.

you cant feel that way about him summer. I'm pretty sure he hates you.

she told herself, but oh how wrong she was.

meanwhile, gabe went home thinking about the blonde girl. the girl giving him a feeling he's never felt before. a feeling that gabe could feel forever and ever.

#nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey fic #gabe perreault #bc hockey #gabe perreault x reader #gabe x summer #will smith hockey #ryan leonard

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thekinkyleopard · 6 months

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Late Night Tickle 2

A non-canon Snz Fic Remi x Levi Sequel

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Messyish SnzFet, Smut, Drunk Sex

Author’s Notes: Mmmkay so by popular demand you guys said to allow Geez to pick a prompt and she chose the sequel to Late Night Tickle! Which was originally inspired off a prompt! So here we are hope you all enjoy! 😊 as always @aller-geez owns Remi, and did the cover art.

Description: Based loosely off this prompt with a smutty twist~

“HAHA!! No cause that’s so fucking true!!” Levi could be heard laughing loudly outside the door with a pair of muffled voices. Stumbling into the early morning of 3am was the small cat and his best friend Draeko, and his sister in law, Meeko.

“I know it is!!!” Draeko lazily slid against the other male as they shared their laughter, Meeko giggling along side them but starting to look more at her phone as the leopard struggled with the keys on his snow leopard printed lanyard.

“I had so much fun you guys, we have to do this more often…” Meeko smiled gently at the both of them before she continued “but I def gotta get back home to my partners…” the ginger haired woman winked before bumping Levi with her shoulder. “Have a good night you two!” Waving them off before she turned to walk toward her house on the large property they shared with Levi and Remi.

“Dijuwanna come in and watsh sum tv or you’re free to crash in the guess roomb, Drae,” Levi slurred extensively as he managed to push his front door open after seemingly struggling with the lock. The problem was he never had locked it. So he went to unlock it, but locked it, then had to unlock it. He was drunk. This took about 8 minutes while Drae hummed before shaking his head.

“Nah, Imma have Al come get me, cause Imma convince him to convince Nai into a 3 some tonight…” winking suggestively in the direction of his equally drunken friend, the two of them sharing a look of amusement before tossing into giggles.

“Hmmmm speaking of…yeah just make yourself comfy while you wait for Al, I’m, going to go do just that as well…minus the third party,” they both shared yet another good chuckle as their scuffling feet carried them through the threshold, and the mutt found his way to the couch.

“Word, good luck in there, night Lee!” Draeko threw up a peace symbol with his index and second finger before making himself comfortable, and scrolling through his phone.

“You too, D!” “….Now….wheres that big bad wolf at….” He snickered lustfully under his breath, his feet making light as they tip toed through the home, up the stairs and into the bedroom he shared with his lover, Remi. He eerily started to creak the door open steadily. His thin body slipping through the crack. Once inside he noted, long before entering, it was dark, but also, that Remi was fast asleep in bed, with his breathing at an incredibly audible decibel. Levi knew that sound. He was mouth breathing. Which could only mean one other thing, his lover was feeling a tad bit under the weather, or maybe allergy season, either way he could hear the subtle wheeze behind his exhales.

“Oh my poor lover….” The freckled, drunken man clicked his tongue sadly. ‘I leave for a few hours and suddenly…his immune system crashes…,’ he shakes his head, talking to himself inside the safety of his own head. Least Remi wake up to him having a conversation to himself. Slowly the smaller of the two, began to strip himself of his night time attire, the blazer, the tshirt, the tie…left with just his snow leopard print boxer briefs. He slowly slipped into bed, and instinctively the wolf opened up his limbs and then gracefully trapped his mate inside. Grunting weakly as he did so.

Levi bit his lower lip and tenderly closed his eyes, although, finding it to be a struggle while his head spun a million miles an hour. However, his hands searching and discovering Remi's and threading their fingers lovingly together he couldn't help but feel immediately comforted. His spins subsiding enough to allow him to peacefully close his lids once again. Yet, just when the cat was blissfully slipping away into dream land, he heard a soft, gentle, snuffle coming from behind him. Remi's hot, opened breath ghosting over the sensitive surface of his neck, his body shuddered.

The wolf was still clearly asleep and he was grasping tighter to the leopard while his body suddenly began to twitch, and spasm. His nose tickling, Levi could feel the wolf twisting and stretching his nose to avoid it taking over. He could also hear the shallowness in his breath, and each exhale sent goosebumps down his arms. "R-Rem?" he whispered behind his nerves as he tempted to see if the other was stirring in consciousness.

He wasn't, he didn't answer and the sound of his breathing only got more labored as time passed. "H--...Hih'...." Levi heard from behind him. Could it be? He held his own breath, his cerulean eyes staring into the darkened distance with anticipation. "hh'….!" Remi was fighting against them, pushing his leaking face against Levi’s shoulder, forcibly stretching his nose against the other’s moistening flesh as each second passed. It helped, but it didn’t cure. He snuffled, and continued to keep himself restrained. Until he felt it fighting back against him.

Remi, still not fully conscious or aware of his surroundings, felt as if the leopard next to him in the bed was asleep, and he was struggling to make sure he didn’t disturb the cat. Little to his knowledge that the male was just simply unable to rest in the first place. “H’GXNT!!” Remi shoveled his face into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, muffling the sound, but putting himself completely on blast. There was no hiding it.

So when the feeling came back with its vengeance, the wolf had to blow the top of his lid completely off. “Huh'GDTS'ue!!” the dark haired man sneezed directly into the crook of the other's neck once more, slickening it with mess and sick. Though half expecting it, half thinking it was a waste of time to wait up for....Levi was startled by the sudden sound echoing in the canals of his hearing organs. Yet, unlike usual, his eyes rolled back and the feeling of the saliva raided areas cooling with each passing second, only brought him closer to sin.

"Bless you baby..." he whispered languidly, before rolling his hips back in a flirtatiously slick fashion. This caused the larger to stir and grunt, his hips instinctively moving to match Levi's motions. His opened maw only produced more hot air that was sending the cat into an almost frozen state of horny paralysis. He couldnt help it with the other at his neck like that.

"—hd'ISCHhh! Hh'iSHH!" Certainly this time the wolf would be awake from the insistent flood of onslaughting sneezes. Levi’s shoulder wet, decorated in the man’s spit and other misc ick he was sure. Typically something like this would make the smaller cringe and immediately wake the wolf from his slumber. Yet, another powerful wave of pleasure rolled through his spine.

“Rem…” he sighed outwardly, now finally turning around to actually face the other whose eyes gently peeped open at the movement of his partner.

“Hn?” He grunted once, looking lazily at his boyfriend in front of him now.

“You sick baby?” Levi asked gently within the darkness of their room.

“Juss…aller…g—hdt’ishhhh!” Now directly into the leopard’s face, leaving the wolf to blush profusely and bringing a corner of the blanket up to wipe off the mess he made. “I’m so sorry…” he winced, almost like he was expecting the other to get mad, but he didn’t. Levi simply giggled and pressed his forehead to the other’s and looked at his lover with hooded eyes.

“S’ok baby…bless you,” kissing the tip of Remi’s leaking nose, before dusting a few strands of hair from in front of his tired emerald eyes. Oh , it was starting to make sense why the other wasn’t cringing and trying to clean himself up immediately.

“You drunk?” Remi asked, smelling the extensively strong scent of alcohol between them.

“Mm’spossible,” he returned with yet another crinkle of his nose and a short snort before wrapping his arms around the other’s strong neck. “I missed you….” Nuzzling the tips of their noses together. Remi couldn’t help but melt under his adorable partner. How is he so extra cute when he’s drunk? The wolf wasted no time, wrapping his arms tightly around the other’s thin waist and pulling him tightly to his chest.

“I love when you’re drunk…sndf,” he snuffled lightly into the side of his mate’s neck again. Levi inhaled sharply, his lips pulling into a careless toothy smile, licking his lips as he felt the other’s chest up against his own.

“I love you!” He giggled kissing the side of Remi’s unsuspecting face, who could only laugh in response, but quickly he found himself under attack. Like a bursting flame through a pipe, he felt the sensation trickle down the base of his nose.

“I love you mo— Hah'ISSchuu!!” At the very least able to crook his head sharply to the left into the direction of the pillow, the sound still loudly audible.

“Bless you, Handsome~” Levi purred leaning over to nip, and lick at the other’s jawline. He pulled himself back enough to bring his thumb up to wipe below the other’s nostrils, swiping away the slickened mess there. Bringing the hand back down to wipe it across their sheets. He could wash those later.

Afterwards, playfully, his hands came up to entangle and thread through the other’s strands of raven hair. Remi shuddered, sniffling loudly afterwards to rid himself of the possible onslaught of slickened ick that was still inside him, despite the other’s help.

“Kitten….you’re playing with fire again…” he warned the small male that he was getting to his limit. Between his partner being half nude pressed up against him, being so sweet and specifically horny for his vulnerable state of being, he was finding it harder to return to his last state of relaxation. He needed Levi and he was getting closer to just taking it.

“I wanna get burned,” the leopard whispered with a huskier undertone than he had previously speaking. The wolf growled low in his chest, his hands around the other’s waist now trickled down to grip aggressively at each of Levi’s rear cheeks.

“Yeah?” Remi questioned the other teasingly, pushing him closer yet again, more or less just bumping their bodies together.

“Yeah,” the white haired male responded with an innocent sparkle behind his diamond eyes while his gaze switched between Remi’s still open breathing maw, and his glossy emerald eyes.

“Aren’t you just— tch’ISSH! iit’shHIEW! Fuck…” trying to remain an air of Dominance, but only being completely and utterly derailed by the explosions of irritant. Truthfully, it wasn’t anything within the usual, it was their first year out in Alaska, and this time of year a particular weed grew on the property. Levi hadn’t realized he made it worse coming home.

“Fuck…” Levi whimpered as he witnessed his suffering partner blast another short series of messy sneezes across their pillows. He bit his lower lip, his eyes lidded and Remi couldnt help but smirk seeing the display of arousal.

“Yeah? You like that?” Bringing a hand up and pushing it under the leopard’s neck, slipping his hand behind the other’s head and taking a gentle fistful of hair, tilting Levi’s skull upward.

“I do..” his thin pierced lips parted with anticipation as he watched Remi’s darkened expression deepen into his own.

“So fuckin naughty…” his nose twitched, Remi swiftly pushed and was suddenly atop the gapping cat, his fist still gripping his hair. “Ready?” His mouth pulled tightly closed as he encouraged his nostrils in a circular motion using centripetal force. Trying to trigger the unwanted pollen inside to slip through the ticklish sensors.

“Ready..?” Slightly confused by the question before he started to eventually realize what he was in for and his eyes widened.

“Open your mouth…H’hih…,” Remi demanded of his smaller partner, struggling against letting it out too soon, his malicious glowing greens making it practically impossible for the cat to deny.

“Re-,” it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try though, was he truly ready to expose himself to be such a slut ? He hesitated, almost sobering up, but the drunken devil inside his head picking at the insistent itch within.

“Open your fucking mouth,” there was no denying the man his request, that was being made extremely clear as the hand in his hair tightened substantially. Remi’s voice threatening and cold.

“Yes sir,” Levi dare not disobey his lover, so, obediently, the leopard opens his mouth and waits patiently as his eyes gaze over to see Remi, indulging while he tickled and tempted his nostrils by stretching and swiveling across his own face.

“H—hH…-h’dtTISHh!!” There it went, a mistral spray of ick and wet came flying at Levi’s open lips. It landed gently onto his flesh what one could assume TV static felt like in small doses. Levi whimpered and his whole body flinched upon impact but, the buldge in his boxers flexed and pushed up against Remi’s. “S’right, eat it, slut,” Remi hissed behind his gritted teeth while he bared down his hips and pushed their clothed lengths together roughly.

Levi shuddered with his entire being, his glossy cerulean eyes rolling in the back of his head as he licked his lips clean of Remi’s mess. “I love watching you lick up my sneezes off your own face,” he smirked shoveling his legs in between Levi’s, who instinctively wrapped them around the eager, still sniffling wolf. His nose and throat vibrating as they tickled deep within his sinuses. Trying his best to overpower the sensations as well as his mate.

Remi sat up a moment enough to bring his hands at the leopard’s boxers, making quick work of them and himself, spitting in the palm of his hand. “Tell me you like being my tissue,” he glared down at the wiggling and whining cat who looked at him with hooded eyes.

“I love it….” The sound was strained and it wasn’t done with enough passion for the wolf’s liking.

“Hm? I can’t hear you…And to whom are you addressing, Kitten? Don’t forget your manners,” Remi clicked his tongue in a condescending manner, tsking the smaller male with slight disappointment, which made Levi whimper in response. The wolf violently ripping their boxers clear off their bodies, taking his hands now and spreading his boyfriend’s ass apart to see his wanting hole puckering at him.

“I love being your tissue, Mister Connors….” It almost came out as a whine, the way it sounded. It went straight into Remi’s cock, hardening the inpatient organ.

“That’s what Daddy likes to hear,” spitting directly now across Levi’s spread open hole, legs pushed up to his delicate sternum. “Keep your mouth open, and your eyes on me—…Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!!” Sliding his thick rod inside of the other, Levi’s dangling against his body, crying out, but meeting his lover’s demands before a waterfall of misted saliva fell down upon his face. “Just like that….HI’DTSCHIEW! -h’dtTISHh!!” As the larger wasted no time burying himself deep inside his lover’s hole, he spread and exposed his allergen attack sneezes across the smaller once more. He cared not where it landed, how it landed, the density….Levi let out a pleased hum, trying not to sound too desperate but his body continued to meld and match with each rough thrust inside himself as he was slickened by his mate.

“Re-Remi….” He gasped with a weakened mewl, reaching his hand down, he waited patiently, open palm in between the two waiting desperately for more of the wolf’s allergen triggered explosions.

“That’s my good—..Hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih!! ih’TTSSHH!! Boy…” his praise interrupted by another shot of spattering saliva that came cascading across Levi’s bare stomach, but also the hand that was out stretched waiting. Once it was slickened the smaller made quick use, and brought it to his already leaking length. “Yeah baby? Am I making you that horny? SnDfF…” as the male hovered the other, he sniffled obnoxiously, trying to keep himself from dripping snot into his lover’s unsuspecting face. Luckily he could keep it down.

“Yes, Baby…I can’t stand it, you’re gonna make me…fucking cum….” Levi panted between each heavy, and aggressive thrust. It was almost enough to send the wolf into a bloody rage but he swallowed the pools that collected under his tongue. Knowing he’d get stuck with the cleanup. Instead, he drilled his cock into Levi’s tightening hole, all the while he could feel the younger getting closer to his limit.

“I can feel you….kitten…you’re getting so close aren’t you? —‘izTSHH!!” That one sneaking up from behind him as it took him by complete surprise, and Levi as well. The sneeze splashed the leopard across his unsuspecting features, and between the rough strokes, relentless usage, and assault of his prostate the cat was just unsuited for holding out any longer. He came hard over his stomach while the wolf shoved his hands down onto each side of Levi’s head, hooking himself forward and in as he rushed to his own orgasm, trying to follow closely behind the leopard.

“Fuuuuuckking shit….Remi…” He whined under a clenched jaw, his claws ripping the sheets underneath his grasp, and his other hand milking his spraying length. “Please.. baby…please I want to feel you fill me….” He sounded anguished as his hips continued their motions of meeting each hardened thrust.

“Shit that’s gonna do it….” Remi releases a hot steaming load inside the other’s ass, filling him with his seed. “Riiiiiight there….” He hissed. Shortly after he spent himself inside the cat, they both went limp and Remi collapsed ontop of his sweet boy. Levi wrapping his arms around the man’s strong, sweating shoulders. “I feel so much better…” he whispered breathlessly into Levi’s equally sticky and clammy flesh.

“Good…” Levi couldn’t help but notice he felt a hell of a lot more sober than he had before, and slightly grateful for it because it meant sleep would be much easier to obtain. “Me too….” They both gasped with labored breaths, their hands clasping around forearms, shoulders or necks just to feel grounded in someway. So nobody would float away.

“Sorry to mess you all up right when you get home…” Remi chuckles loosely as he looks up to hopefully meet eye contact with his boyfriend. Levi stretched his neck enough to look down at his mate, smiling back before shrugging without hesitation, he responded quickly.

“It was a benefit to us both, darling, like always,” running his thin fingers through the wolf’s blackened strands.

“I love you,” Remi let out a gentle sigh, exhaling through his mouth, as his nose was still blocked up from his previous fits in the night.

“I love you, more,” Levi giggled from under him, Remi’s head snapped up to look in his mate’s direction and dead in his eyes with the world’s most serious expression.

“Don’t,” he said shortly, followed slowly by a sarcastic toothy grin.

They both laughed together, the sound like wind chimes blowing in the wind, before silence fell amongst them and they wound up crashing in this strange position of the much taller male sleeping half on top of the other’s small body. Content, they still clasped each other’s arms as if forever reaching for one another.

The End

Author’s Notes: I know it’s kind of shorter than I usually write? But I hope you guys enjoyed it 😭 I know y’all are on a hell boys kick so I hope this isn’t a Remi x Levi P.2 that goes unloved. LOL Expect the AlxKoxNai series next!!!

#original character #oc #writer #fic writer #remixlevi #snzblr #snz kink #snz #art #smut #lemons #snz fucker #snzfic #snz fic #snzfet #snzzzzz #snzfucker #snz fet #snz things #snzario

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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fluff/smut whatever genre tbh for reader w an extremely painful period w pav plz

Geez, I get these like all the time, it really saps the energy out of you! 😩

Petals

Pavitr x Fem!Reader

(Pavitr and Reader are obviously adults in this too, before another anon comes screaming into my inbox about this)

TW/CW: Blood, Period, Pains and things related to that so if that makes ya uncomfortable, you don't gotta read it!

A/N: Asdfghjkl I'm just coming out of mine myself and aaaaaa it suckkksss

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Pavitr knew something was up when he left for work this morning. He noticed when you got out of bed, and didn't leave the bathroom. He thought that maybe you were sick, hence the obvious sounds of you vomiting.

So, on his way back home that evening, he went to the nearest drug store. The little older lady who ran the counter merely looked at Pavitr with confusion at his change in demeanor.

"Oh, dear! What's wrong, Pavitr?" She asked him, adjusting her thick glasses.

"Oh! My girlfriend isn't feeling too good today, so I thought I'd get her favorite snacks to cheer her up!" He replied with a small wave.

The little old lady's brow furrowed and she tilted her head. "What exactly is wrong with her?"

"She's throwing up, achy, says she has a migraine..."

"Sweetie, did you ask her if she's on her period?"

Pavitr blinked. Once, twice. The silence was awkward and had the woman giggling.

You'd only been living together for a few weeks. The thought of you on your period hadn't even crossed his mind whatsoever. In fact, he felt horrible for not even considering it in the first place!

He gasped, rushing up to the counter and leaning over it. "Help what do I get her I don't know what to do!"

"There there, sweetheart." She giggled hysterically, patting one of his hands with her wrinkled fingers.

She hopped down off of her chair behind the counter and waddled along, helping him through the store and bringing him to the feminine hygiene section. "Here, look through these. Someone on their period is always thankful for someone getting them more stock of their supplies!"

"Thank you!" Pavitr chirped, immediately going into shopping mode, scrutinizing everything he thought you might need.

Once he was done, he had whole armfuls of various products, as well as snacks, some painkillers, and drinks, stacking all the way up to his chin.

"Kay! I think I got everything!" He said, setting everything down onto the counter.

The older woman, Sasha, laughed, clapping her hands. "It seems you do have everything! You practically bought my whole store!"

Pavitr's face flushed with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I... Just wanted to be sure, so..."

"Oh, no, don't feel bad! It's so sweet to see you caring so much about your girlfriend, dear! She's so lucky to have you." She said, ringing up all of the purchases.

Once Pavitr had paid, he had two fat plastic bags to carry, and a big grin on his face as he bid Sasha farewell and left.

Back to home, back to you.

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When he found you, you were curled up on your side on the fetal position, huddling around one of your reheatable packs as you shivered.

Pavitr frowned, reaching out to you. But, if you were asleep...

He smiled when he got a good idea.

He immediately ran into the bathroom, putting the potpourri in the little artistic basket in the corner of the counter--your favourite. A sweet, spicy scent with a hint of orange and cherry.

He stocked the fresh painkillers and put them in the mirror, then placed your snacks neatly on the stool next to the rim of the tub, and placed the drink he got you alongside them.

"Pavitr?"

The way your voice was groggy and laced with pain made his soft sweetheart of a heart do a flip-flop.

"In the bathroom!" He said, getting up and turning around.

He made it to the door in time to see you halfway over to him, the hot pack no longer warm, but you still clutched it against your abdomen in pain.

Pavitr smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss your forehead, "C'mon, get undressed and get in the bath, okay?"

"Pav..."

He brought his hands together in a plea. "Please please please! I set it up and everything!"

You couldn't help but smile at him, and relent.

And when you saw the little surprise he had for you (complete with several different kinds of tampons and pads, even if they weren't the right sizes you needed) you felt your heart do a little squeeze in your chest.

Pavitr looked proud as can be as he beamed at you, practically bouncing on his heels in excitement as you stepped into the bathroom.

"I figured this might help you! You know, a nice hot bath or a shower, your favorite snacks..."

You leaned in and rested your forehead against his.

"Thank you, Pav."

"Anything for my best girl! C'mon! Let's get you in the bath!"

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Pavitr used the removable showerhead and ran it over your back and down your front, the water at the right temperature the whole time as you relaxed in the deep tub, allowing Pavitr to wash your back as he pampered you. But when he tried to wash your front, you stopped him.

He frowned like a sad puppy. "What's wrong?"

"Ah... My breasts are really sore right now... And the water..." You mumble.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh! I didn't know! Okay, I'll be more careful."

He set to humming a song as he handed you the showerhead, resting it over your shoulder so the hot water could run down your body without splashing all over the place.

You looked up at Pavitr (he was so sweet to have gotten you a bath pillow as well!) and he looked back down at you with a soft, warm smile.

"You okay, babe?" Pavitr smiled.

"Yeah. You're just such a squishy goober." You giggle, reaching up to brush your thumb against his cheekbone.

"I might be a squishy goober, but I'm your squishy goober!" He replied, waggling his eyebrows at you.

"Yes, you definitely are." You sigh up at him.

Yeah. Life was good.

Despite the horrible cramps that decided to ruin this loving little moment between you two.

"Ah! I got you more painkillers!" Pavitr said, rushing to the bathroom mirror.

"I love you." You hissed through gritted teeth as the pain rippled through you, sending your tummy into an upset.

Pavitr looked over his shoulder at you, grinning widely.

"I know. Love you, too!"

#pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #atsv pavitr #🌙 answered

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averagewriter777 · 2 years

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

Masterlist

(Part Two)

You arrived at your building just in time it seemed. Your group, who you’d grown to call your family these past nine years, was gathered outside, holding a plaque. When you stepped outside your car, you were tackled by all of the men. You shouted at the top of your lungs for them to get off- because “You’re all fucking heavy, get off!” But it was all laughter.

“We’ll miss you here in third, Doc,” one of the other sergeants said while slapping you on the back. “Where do you want your plaque?” He was holding it out. It was made of wood, with your name, rank, and time within the group engraved through fire in the middle.

You shrugged, setting all of your bags down on the ground to look at it. “If you don’t mind giving it to the family next door to me… that’d be fine. They’re the closest to friends I have…” the entire team stared at you, all of them immediately flipping you off. “Except you assholes, geez.” You gave the plaque back.

For one last time, or not for a long time, you stood at attention towards Master Sergeant Ford and the Sergeant Major of the Army. You saluted them, and they saluted back. Once at rest, they patted you on the back and wished you luck.

The entire time throughout your farewell, your new commander, or captain, in this case, was standing and awaiting you to be finished. He was smoking a cigarette with one hand while the other was in his pocket. He put it out when you approached the vehicle, taking one of the bags from your hand. “Jesus, woman, what did you put in ‘ere?”

“Uniforms, medical supplies, some things so I can call my kid, oh- and a few guns and knives. Nothing more,” you said calmly back. You’d be honest in saying that you wanted to snap back to that, but considering he was the captain- it was probably not a good idea. “I can carry my bag, sir, if that’d make you feel better.”

He shook his head, waving your offer off with his free hand. “No need, sergeant. What you can do is drive us to the airbase. We’re flying to Europe so you can meet the rest of the team.” You nodded and pointed to an old blue truck parked in the back of the lot. “That’s your ride? Alright then.”

Your bags went back into the bed of your truck. You took the driver’s seat and your new captain in the passenger. Speaking of… “Sorry sir, never asked for your name.” You mentioned after starting the engine and getting on the road.

“Captain John Price, just Price, or Captain to you, sergeant.” He said while fumbling with a cigarette in his hand. “To let you know, there are two other Sergeants on the team- Soap and Gaz. They’ll give you their real names if it’s important enough, but we go by field names around here… except for me. I’m assuming you have a field name from your previous unit?”

You nodded. “Doc, sir. Nice and simple for my profession.” He raised a brow, saying nothing, so you assume you could continue. “There aren't a lot of women here, you and I both know that. Whether or not that’s just here in the United States or whatever… I worked hard to get where I am today- even if it was only for a medical position. Most of the time, my face was completely hidden in countries we went to because women couldn’t speak their minds there. I’ve been on the field, but I haven’t been on the field- only when it’s necessary. I’m a medic, that’s all. That’s why they call me ‘Doc’.”

Captain Price just nodded in response. “Doc, we'll call you then.” Then the rest of the ride was silent.

You slept through the entirety of the flight to Europe. The night before, you hadn’t gone much sleep- because you’d visited your daughter… not knowing it would be the last time for a while. Your dreams were about the last time you were in the field… it wasn’t pleasant because Captain Price woke you up by shaking your body.

“Doc! C’mon, time to meet your team!” Captain Price helped you up out of your seat. He had this look in his eyes, a question in them that wanted to ask, but he didn’t. “Grab your bags, then meet me off the plane. Your teammates are waiting for you.”

The bags were under your seat, secured. One went on your back, and the other two into your hands. You followed your captain off the plane quietly, thanking the pilots for the easy flight first. They nodded back to you, then went back to their conversation.

Outside of the plane awaited three men. All wore roughly the same ‘civilian’ outfit, you’d call it. Long sleeve shirts that were pulled up a little, revealing their forearms, a pair of cargo pants, and heavy boots. The only difference came with one of them, who was wearing a skull mask and black makeup around his eyes. You gulped at the sight of him.

“A woman, eh? Guess this team could use a little feminine touch,” the one with the sort-of mohawk laughed. You smiled lightly because it reminded you of your last team- ever the female jokes. “I’m Soap, but you can call me John if we’re not on the field.” He had his hand out for you to shake, and you did so.

“Doc, but you can call me (Y/n) if we’re not in the field,” you repeated back to him. He grinned and put his hand down, going to whisper something to the man in the mask next to him.

The next man brought his hand up. “Gaz, the team calls me, I prefer it over my name anyway.” He didn’t tell you his full, so you didn’t ask. You instead gave him your field and regular name.

Last but not least was the man in the skull mask. He loomed over you for a moment, examining every little thing around you before sticking his hand out, not before hearing a “C’mon, Ghost”. “Ghost.” You shook his hand and repeated back what you had told the other two.

Price clapped his hands together to gain everyone’s attention. “Alright, now that introductions have been done through. Soap, I want you to show Doc to her quarters. Then we’ll be meeting up in the team room for training, see what she’s got.”

Soap picked up one of the bags that you’d been holding before, throwing it over his back with ease. “Alright, Doc! To your quarters we go!”

(Part Three)

#mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost x female reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #alejandro vargas

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tokkias · 1 year

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right in front of you ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Lucy had been burned just one times too many. It seemed as though she was simply cursed to a romanceless life, but that was nothing her best friend and an evening spent on his couch couldn't fix. ao3

The front door to Lucy’s apartment shut with a loud slam, shaking the trinkets that sat on the shelf of the hallway, threatening to wobble off the edge as Lucy stomped into her home, rage fueling every step.

That’s it.

Lucy Heartfilia officially hated men.

Just when things had been going well for her, everything had to come crashing down, didn’t it?

She really thought she had found a nice guy who would have made the perfect boyfriend. He was polite and smart and charming, and everything Lucy could have wanted in a partner.

But as it turned out, he was also a massive pervert.

And he didn’t even have the decency to reveal this side of himself until the fourth date.

On every first date she had been on, Lucy made it clear what she was looking for—a long-term partner, a full commitment, and definitely no sex on the first date. It worked in weeding out every man who was just in it for a quick hook-up, but he had been so understanding of it that she really thought she had found the right person for her. That was until he spent their entire fourth date staring at the cleavage of their waitress.

Had he bored of her abstinence so soon?

Lucy left him no time for explanations before she made her exit, leaving him gaping in confusion in her wake.

Entering her bedroom, she kicked her heels off, not caring where they landed, before flopping back onto her bed. The last time she left this place, she hadn’t expected to return alone. She didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh, cry, or do both.

She’d spent a good two hours getting ready for a date that had barely lasted a quarter of that time. All that effort went to a stupid, nothing guy who clearly had no respect for her or any other woman, it seemed.

With a groan, Lucy rolled over to rummage through her bag and pull out her phone to break the bad news to the group chat. At the very least, maybe her miserable night could be salvaged by reading all the creative insults Cana would come up with for the pathetic excuse of a man she had wasted her time on.

As she opened her messages, Lucy noticed a new message from Natsu that had come through while she was on her date. Tapping on the notification, her phone brought up their last conversation.

Natsu 5:13pm did u want 2 come over for pizza tonight

Lucy 5:14pm Sorry, I have a date tonight. Maybe next week?

Natsu 6:46pm ok

Geez. Natsu was a slow texter, but a full hour and a half for a two-letter message was excessive.

In her residual anger from her date, Lucy almost wanted to berate him for his slow reply before she came back to her senses with a drawn-out sigh. It wasn’t his fault she was in a mood, and she couldn’t hold it against him when she wouldn’t have replied any faster anyway. Instead, she felt herself overcome with regret that she had chosen to pass up his offer to spend half an hour at a stuffy restaurant with a lame guy who clearly didn’t care about her feelings at all.

There was no use moping around all evening, wallowing in her misery by herself.

She’d much rather wallow in her misery with company.

Lucy 7:23pm Hey, is that offer still open?

Her eyes nervously watched the text bubble that popped up, indicating his imminent reply before it came across her screen in a single word.

Natsu 7:23pm yeah

It wasn’t like she had expected him to reject her. She could have probably shown up at his place unannounced with no issue, but the affirmation that he was still happy to have her around after she had blown him off was nice to have.

Lucy 7:24pm Okay, see you in 10?

She didn’t have to wait before Natsu sent her an acknowledging thumbs-up emoji, and soon after, Lucy was out the door, taking the familiar route to his place.

By the time she had arrived, the smoke alarm was already blaring out in his kitchen, and Lucy, fearing for his safety, didn’t bother with the formalities of knocking before she let herself in to assess the damage.

Hurrying into the kitchen, Lucy was met with Natsu frantically waving a tea towel by the smoke alarm while simultaneously trying to retrieve something out of the oven. In a bid to help him, Lucy grabbed the cloth from him to try and disarm the alarm, leaving his hands free to get his food from the oven.

It didn’t take long for the alarm to stop blaring out, much to the relief of Lucy and her ears, and she turned her attention to the kitchen counter where Natsu had placed their dinner—a very tasty-looking homemade pizza, still sizzling from the heat of the oven.

"Hey!" Natsu greeted casually, ignoring the rather absurd circumstances of their meeting.

"Hey," Lucy smiled.

His eyes flicked up and down, taking in her appearance as she stood before him.

She shrank slightly under his gaze, feeling herself a little insecure about what she had shown up wearing. She hadn’t bothered to change before she made her way here, leaving her in exactly what she had worn on her date, sans the bobby pins that had fallen out, leaving her hair cascading down her back in long, golden waves, and the heels, which she had swapped out for a much more comfortable pair of sandals. It was much too formal for pizza and movies with Natsu—a little uncomfortable even—but as he stared at her get-up, Lucy prepared to defend herself by arguing that she had spent too long making herself look pretty to waste it on a failed date.

"You look nice," he said.

Lucy stared at him, a little taken aback, prepared for his relentless teasing for looking so formal for a lazy night on the couch with him, only to be met with an uncharacteristic compliment instead.

"O-oh, thanks," she managed to get out, still staring at him like he had just grown a second head.

The room fell quiet around them, and while Natsu had occupied himself by searching for the pizza cutter in his mess of a kitchen, Lucy found herself awkwardly standing there as she tried to process his sudden tenderness.

"I thought you were ordering out," she commented, trying to pry her mind away from overthinking about his compliment by changing the conversation topic altogether.

"I thought I was too, but then you said no and left me with a free night to make my own," he replied, rummaging through a drawer before triumphantly pulling out the metal cutter.

"It looks really good," she said, watching as he sloppily cut the pizza into uneven slices, ruining what was otherwise a very picturesque meal.

The crust was thick and bubbly, with perfectly charred bits on the edge. It was unsurprisingly topped by what looked to be every meat Natsu had in the kitchen, on top of a layer of perfectly melted, gooey cheese. It looked and smelled absolutely delectable.

Natsu didn’t cook often, but he had a few recipes up his sleeve that he knew how to knock out of the park, with his only drawback being his consistent tendency to set off the smoke alarm.

Without giving her a reply, Natsu grinned and grabbed himself a slice, the molten cheese slipping off almost immediately, only for him to catch it in his hand, causing Lucy to flinch, knowing how hot it would be, but he didn’t react. He simply placed the blob of cheese and toppings back onto his slice before shoving almost the whole thing in his mouth at once.

"Verdict?" Lucy asked, curiously.

"Try it," he grinned, gesturing to the rest of the pizza.

"I’m not looking to get third-degree burns on the roof of my mouth," she replied. "Not all of us are heatproof."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged as he unceremoniously chucked the slices onto two plates. "Ya wanna lay on the couch, eat pizza, and watch action movies for the rest of the night?"

"Please."

Grabbing her plate, Lucy carefully made her way over to the couch in a stark contrast to Natsu, who had made a mad dash to it and leapt over the back of the couch, nearly letting a slice slide off of his plate in the process.

After choosing to take the safe route of walking around the couch, Lucy made herself comfortable on the spot right next to Natsu (partially to be close to him but partially to avoid sitting on the mysterious stain that had been on the thing since he and Gray had taken it from the side of the street).

"So did you finally realise that the dumb guy you’ve been seeing is a loser and bail on him to come hang out with me?" Natsu teased, poking her in the side as he stuffed another slice of pizza into his mouth.

"Yeah," she sighed as she leaned against him and picked the olives off of her still-too-hot pizza. "I just wish I had realised that before the date."

"Wait, you actually went on the date?" He asked, shifting slightly to get a better look at her; his expression one of genuine surprise.

"Did you really think I would just get ready and then stand him up?" She asked, brows raised in curiosity.

"Yeah, kinda," Natsu shrugged. "Thought maybe you’d finally figured out that guy was lame anyway."

"How would you know? You haven’t even met him."

"Don’t have to, ya got shitn taste in guys," he replied, the shit eating grin plastered on his face giving away the fact that he was just teasing.

"Yeah…"

His expression softened to one of concern at her meek reaction.

"That bad, huh?"

Lucy weakly nodded her head.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"You gonna see him again?"

"I hope I don’t have to," Lucy admitted.

"Guess that means I get to do this again."

Before she had time to process what his intentions were, Natsu had pulled her into his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he blew a violent raspberry into her shoulder.

"Natsu!" Lucy laughed, using her free hand to try and push his head away from her while the other held a firm grasp on her plate. "You’re going to make me drop my plate!"

Despite her protests, Natsu didn’t stop until he was fully out of breath, pulling away to gasp for air before leaning in again.

"Don’t you dare!" She shouted, trying to wiggle out of his grasp before she fell victim to it once more, only to feel his chin rest gently on her shoulder.

She had missed this.

She leaned back on his chest and let him pick the olives off her plate and flick them into his mouth.

"I didn’t realise you liked olives on your pizza," she said, continuing to pick them off each of her slices.

"Don’t really, but I know you don’t like ‘em and I was mad at you when I made it," he admitted.

Any offense she may have taken at the comment was overridden by sheer curiosity. Natsu wore his emotions on his sleeve and was never one to hide when he was angry or upset, but in all the years they had known each other, never once had either of those emotions been directed towards her.

"Why were you mad at me?" She asked

"I guess I wasn’t really mad at you, I was probably just upset you didn’t wanna hang out with me."

On the scale of things he could have done while mad at her, she supposed something as petty as putting olives on his own pizza was probably the best thing he could have done.

"Sorry," he murmured. "It’s stupid."

"Guess I’ll repent by picking off all of these stupid olives," Lucy joked, trying to bring the mood back up after Natsu had become unexpectedly somber.

"Thanks for comin’ over," he said, gathering up her little pile of olives and tossing them over her shoulder and into his mouth.

"Thanks for still letting me come."

"You can come over any time," he affirmed. "Things are boring without you around anyway."

Lucy tilted her head back so the crown of her hair was resting against his chest to look up at him. Immediately she was met with his beaming smile, and any animosity he once held now fizzled away completely as he looked down on her, completely content with the outcome of the night.

"I’m lucky to have you," she smiled.

"Me too," he replied, foregoing the chance to tease her in favour of squeezing her closer.

If there was anyone that Lucy could rely on to make her feel better, it was Natsu. He always knew all the right ways to make her smile, stood with her in the good times and the bad, always wanted to be near her, just as much as she wanted to be near him.

Natsu loved to joke about how he was better company than all of the guys that Lucy had ever dated, but deep down, she knew he was right.

There really was no one else she would rather be with, now or ever.

Once her pizza was sufficiently olive-less, Lucy made herself comfortable in Natsu’s lap before digging into her meal. Just one bite in, and she was reminded of just how good Natsu could be in a kitchen when he set his mind to it—as to be expected by someone who loved to eat as much as he did.

"You’re a really good cook, Natsu," she complimented between mouthfuls of delicious, cheesy pizza.

"That’s what I keep tellin’ everyone, but all you guys wanna talk about is me settin’ off the fire alarm," he grumbled, eliciting a chortle from Lucy.

"Your future girlfriend is going to be a very lucky girl, with very damaged ear drums," she teased, poking him in the leg for emphasis.

"Girlfriend?" He repeated, the word sounding unfamiliar on his tongue, almost confused by the mere suggestion of it.

"Well yeah," Lucy murmured. "Is that… not something you want?"

"Don’t need one," he shrugged, earning him a curious look from Lucy, who clearly didn’t understand his response. "I’ve got you."

"W-what?" She sputtered, confused by his explanation.

"Why would I need a girlfriend when I’ve already found the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with?" He replied, his voice calm and nonchalant, as though they weren’t talking about anything out of the ordinary.

Lucy, on the other hand, was sure that he could hear her heart thrumming hard and fast in her chest.

"I’d make a better boyfriend than any of the dumb guys you pick anyway," Natsu added.

"I doubt you even know what a boyfriend is," Lucy accused, slightly offended by his jab at her but more bewildered by the situation that was unfolding.

"Yeah, I do," he retorted, sounding vaguely hurt at her insinuation. "They call ya pretty and take you on dumb dates, and take care of ya. I pretty much do all of that stuff for you anyway."

Lucy could feel all the heat rushing to her face in that moment, surely bright red all the way to the tips of her ears at his declaration.

He was right. Natsu had been more like a boyfriend to her than all of her past ones combined. What else could what they were doing right now be called other than a date? She was dressed up all cute just to cuddle on the couch with a home-made meal with the one person who had always been there for her. The one person who wanted nothing more than to make her happy every day for the rest of her life.

This whole time she’d been looking for the perfect boyfriend when it seemed that fate had already dropped it into her lap. Or perhaps more accurately, dropped her into his lap.

But the more she thought about it, the more she became confused about his intentions.

Was Natsu… asking her out?

He had never shown any interest in dating before, so why now? Why her?

"There’s more to being a boyfriend than just doing those things," Lucy murmured, trying to keep her sudden nerves out of her voice.

It was possible that he didn’t know what he was insinuating, that she was just misinterpreting the signs, and that he was just saying that he always wanted them to be together; it didn’t necessarily have to be romantic. Of course she had considered Natsu a potential romantic partner, but she had always stomped out those thoughts as quickly as they came. He’d never shown interest in her before, or at least she hadn’t thought he had, but it was simply best that she didn’t get her hopes up only for them to come crashing down on her.

"What? Like kissin’ and stuff? I can do that too."

For a moment there, Lucy was almost certain that her heart had skipped a beat. Natsu had just said that he would kiss her.

Natsu wasn’t stupid. He knew what a kiss meant, and Lucy knew that.

Based on the way he was looking at her, he didn’t mean an innocent kiss on the cheek either.

Lucy tried to avert her gaze, but she was entrapped under his.

She’d hardly ever seen him look this serious before.

There was no use in beating around the bush anymore. If Natsu wanted to be direct, fine, she could be direct.

Natsu, are you… asking me out?" She finally asked, not wanting to prolong the potential miscommunication between them.

"Yeah, guess I am," he replied plainly.

Natsu, her Natsu, the one who was reckless and brash and didn’t think before he spoke, who thought romance movies were gross, who had once made fun of Gray for calling Juvia "baby" for almost three hours straight, who had never once looked at a woman romantically in his entire life, that Natsu, was asking her out.

"I always thought dating was kinda lame, but I don’t mind doing all that mushy romantic stuff if it’s with you," he admitted, a soft flush having since made its way across his cheeks. "I wanna see you be happy knowin’ that I’m the one who made you smile like that."

Lucy knew she must have looked like an idiot staring at him the way she was, all wide eyed and mouth agape. Natsu always knew how to leave her speechless, but usually that was never for good reasons. Right now, she couldn’t muster the words because she was on the receiving end of her perfect, fairy tale romance confession from the last person she could have ever hoped or expected it from.

Her lack of response didn’t seem to bother him though; instead, he let the words flow straight from the heart.

"Seeing your smile makes me feel all weird inside… good weird, I think," he continued to explain. "The kinda weird that makes me wanna kiss you all over. I’ve never felt like that about anyone else, but I feel it about you."

She opened her mouth to reply, to tell him yes, he could kiss her all over; in fact, she wanted him to, but her brain just couldn’t seem to think of the words to say. In her fantasy love confession, she had been more eloquent about it, but every time she tried to speak, the words got stuck in her throat, so in a last-ditch effort to let him know how she felt, she grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his.

She kissed him like he was the last thing keeping her alive, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their lips melded together like two puzzle pieces that were meant to fit together.

The moment of hesitation he had was quickly dashed at the taste of her lips. His hands moved to the small of her back while her own dragged across his scalp, turning him to little more than putty in her hands.

She had never been kissed like this. He kissed her with such fervour and desperation, like he had been waiting a thousand lifetimes just for the chance to feel her like this.

He kissed her like he loved her with every fibre of his being.

Because he did.

Lucy was nothing more than a fool for not noticing it earlier.

Maybe if she had, they could have been kissing like this the whole time.

When she finally pulled away, she moved her hands to rest around his neck before resting her forehead against his, their noses touching as their breaths grazed against each other’s lips.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier, dummy?" She murmured.

"Why didn’t you kiss me like that earlier, weirdo?" He retorted.

Lucy breathed out a soft laugh at the use of his silly nickname right after they had just locked lips.

That was Natsu for you.

"I didn’t know that’s what you wanted," she replied softly.

"Are you blind?" He asked, gently coaxing her face away from his to get a better look at her. "Course I wanted you. Everyone knew that but you."

From this angle, she could get a better look at his face, boyishly handsome, just like always, looking at her with that bright smile and those dopey, lovestruck eyes, just like always.

She experimentally laced her fingers with his and found it was a perfect fit.

Everything, all of it, was pointing to the fact that he was made for her, always had, but she had always thought it too good to be true. There had to be some sort of catch to it, but there wasn’t.

She had been with him through the good and bad, seen him at his worst, and still loved him every step of the way. Natsu wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for her.

"I wanna be your boyfriend so I can take you out on all those dates you wanna go on and do all that romantic stuff you always talk about wanting to do," he told her, his hand having moved down to cup her cheek in a touch so soft she would have never thought it had come from Natsu if he wasn’t sitting right in front of her.

"That works out, because I want to be your girlfriend and do all that romantic stuff with you," she smiled, before adding, "like this."

She leaned back in again, gentler this time, as she took his lips in another kiss, which he happily reciprocated in a consummation of their relationship, and as she let herself get lost in the taste of him, Lucy couldn’t help but think that this was the best first date she’d ever had.

#nalu #fairy tail #fan fiction #fanfiction #mya writes things #like 10 hours between posting here and ao3 bc i was lazy last night sorry #thats why you should sub to me on ao3

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Fuck it

Werewolf Martin

Martin knew he was fucked, it's been a week since he's been trapped in this damn apartment by this worm woman. He might of fucked up even more when he finally noticed his calender. This was so stupid that he prepared for this, but it was a freaky worm creature. He growls low and haunting. The sun was going down soon, and his landlord won't be happy in the slightest. What about the other people here. He especially got this place because it was cheap and nobody cared who came and went.

"L-look, please leave me a-alone." Martin pressed himself against his front door bracing against the thumps. "It's almost sunset."

He heard a mocking laugh. "Afraid of the dark? Listen to our sweet song, let it consume you join us, Martin."

Martin groaned. That isn't what he meant at all, but should he feel bad about what he was going to do? He didn't have control when he was hungry and he was trapped and this door won't hold him. He had two hours to convince this creature to leave, and he didn't exactly have his phone to call for help.

Time moved quickly after he finally made his decision. He could come up with a cover story. He's done it before, and hell, his mom never figured out what happened to him as a teen. He will have to get new clothes and explain the weight loss but fuck it.

"L-ast!" Martin was never good at counting his time as his words are cut off with a growling scream. Bones shifting and cracking fur covering his body. Then it's too quiet, and the thumping against the door seemed to laugh and get more violent until....

A loud blood curling howl and the door were broken into splinters. The worms did nothing to the giant wolf creature with red fur with streaks of black. The wolf growled and gave no warning when it charged and bit into the hive of a woman. Blood rot and worms were sprayed. The wolf bared its teeth and ran out of the complex.

.......

"Any news on Martin?" Sasha hums, looking over Tim, who was scrolling through his phone.

"Not since the beginning of the week." Tim shrugs. "I know double boss gave him sick leave even if he told us through text."

"I'm worried about the big guy he- " Sasha is cut off by stomping feet and gasping breath.

"I'm - I'm uh back." It was Martin. The man seemed to loom over them more so than normal his soft curves seemed to be replaced with muscular angles. His red hair was a mess on the top of his head, and his clothes seemed to hang on him. "Sorry I didn't mean to be gone so long."

"Geez Marto, you alright." Tim looks at him with wide eyes. "Some stomach bug you had looked at you."

Sasha gasps and gets up. "Martin, you look pale. Are you alright? You shouldn't come back if you are still sick."

Did Jane use his phone? Probably Martin sighs he needed a lie or half truth. "There was a massive break in at my flat, and it seems they used wild animals. The police are still investigating, and uh, I didn't just want to stay there while they investigate. A lot of stuff was ruined, nothing stolen. I don't think but I need a new door."

"Fucking hell Martin why come into work?" Tim stared at the taller man with a open mouth.

"They uh broke my phone so I couldn't explain to Elias what happened." Martin looked away with a blush.

"Jesus Martin." Sasha sighs. "Come on I'll come with you to explain things to Elias and then Jon."

"Oh, uh, thank you." Martin gives a nervous smile. "It's just been hectic."

"Oh sweetie, how about we make some tea after." Sasha hums. "Tim can pay for drinks later."

"I did not agree to anything!" Tim huffs but has a smile on his lips. "Glad to have ya back, big guy."

Martin's face was as red as his hair. "You guys thank you."

.......

Elias looked up from his desk and raised his brow in slight confusion, which isn't his normal Forte. "Martin, what a lovely surprise are you feeling better?"

Martin shifted and swallowed he wasn't nervous around his boss he kind of had the instinct to intimate him. Not that he would he needs this job and heaven forbid he finds out he lied. "Yeah, I was sick, and uh, then my flat was broken into with animals, and uh, I don't exactly have a phone at the moment." He recalls picking out broken pieces of his phone in his mouth the next morning.

Elias had that confused expression on his face, but it quickly was covered up. "If you need more time off, I can give you..."

Martin quickly shook his head. "No, I uh sir I rather keep my mind off of that. I'll just get back to work then."

"Alright then. Just stay safe, Martin. we wouldn't want anything bad happening to you." Elias smiles and waves Martin out.

Martin sighs. "I think that went well."

"Come on, now we have to tell Jon." Sasha hums.

"Oh right yeah, tell Jon." Martin takes a breath. It's bad enough that he had a crush on his boss, but it's worse because his instincts agreed with him to the point where he couldn't exactly write off his feelings. He also knew Jon was a cat person, which didn't help him.

....

"Martin...." Jon narrowed his gaze to the taller man. He could see whatever sickness he had taken a heavy toll on the man. Then, to have a break in on top of that. Maybe he could let some of the unfortunate behaviors of the man go for the moment. "I am glad you've returned."

Martin gave a nervous smile. "Thank you sir uh Jon thank you, Jon." He shifts slightly. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Jon nods his head. "I would like one, yes."

Martin nods and quickly exits.

Jon sighs and returns to his notes. He really shouldn't be so hard on the man, but it can't be helped.

......

They were fooling around while Jon, who rarely stepped out of his office, was out. Martin always did his best not to go to work or, at the very least, leave early on the nights of the full moon. He wasn't exactly lucky today, and maybe he was being a little aggressive when he was knocked into a wall. "Oh bloody hell."

"Oh fuck me." Tim gasps.

"Is that a tunnel?" Sasha stared at the Martin sized hole in the wall.

Martin groans he could see deep into the tunnels more so than the others, but he would never admit why to them. The smell hit him, and he knew that smell, but it was fresh, and his body didn't. No, his instincts screamed at him to follow it. "Guys, we shouldn't. Uh, we shouldn't be..."

"MARTIN!" Jon shouted, and Martin didn't flinch, and if they noticed, nobody said a word. "What the bloody hell... was....that...oh."

"Hey, so didn't know you had a spooky tunnel, boss man." Tim jokes, but everyone can see the curiosity in his eyes.

"That's supposed to be a solid wall." Jon mumbles, looking at Martin, who got up dusting himself off. Be nice, Jon. "Did you hit your head?"

"N-no. I'm fine but it's getting late and we shouldn't explore this now." Martin knew the sun wouldn't be down for another 3 hours, but he also knew he couldn't trust public transport to race against the night. He didn't grab Sasha fast enough when she stepped inside the tunnel.

"Properly spooky." Sasha chuckles using the flashlight on her phone. "Come on, we investigate this stuff all the time. Now we have one at our home base. A little urban exploration won't kill us." She bites her tongue, looking back at Tim.

Tim grabs a flashlight from his keychain. "I'm with Sasha. We are employees at the spooky place. Let's unearth some spooky secrets." He's already tugging Martin along. "Come on, big guy. You'll be our muscle." He jokes.

Jon follows the three. "I suppose I would like some hard evidence." He has a flashlight on his phone as well and follows them into the tunnels.

Martin somehow made his way to the front of the group and became the so-called guide. Against his sane mind, he was following that scent he picked up earlier, and he doesn't realize how long they've been in there.

"Hey Mateo, you sure you don't need a torch?" Tim was to his side.

"O-oh yours is fine enough." Martin internally groaned he forgot to look normal. He has pretty good night vision thanks to being that, along with other enhanced senses. Speaking of which, his hand perked out, grabbing the back of Jon's sweater. "Not that way." And as if on cue, the path seemed to shift, and a wall was in place of that open tunnel.

"Dude, are you like psychic?" Tim blinks. "How did you know?"

"....smelled wrong..." Martin mumbles.

Jon blinks. "How did a wall just move out of nowhere? What even are these tunnels?"

Sasha hums and points her light up, highlighting a name. "That's a familiar name."

"Robert smirk." Tim sighs. "That guy seems to be everywhere."

Martin barely glances at Tim's phone. It was getting too late, and he knew he couldn't turn back. It was too late to backtrack he really hoped he wouldn't hurt them. He jumps at a soft touch on his arm.

"Martin, relax." Jon sighs. "I wanted to thank you for not letting me get trapped."

Martin smiles softly, and Jon swore he could see a faint glow from the larger man's eyes. "O-of course Jon, we shouldn't split up."

Jon nods. "Right, you are Martin."

They continue forward, and that familair dread was settling in Martin's core. The smell was getting stronger, and he didn't know what the state of the body would be in. He didn't know if he would be in control when... he clutched his chest in pain and fell to his side. "Bloody fuck." He gasps. He was too late, and to his left, he saw an open room and that body he was tracking.

"Martin!?" Sasha shouted as her light traveled over, revealing the large room and the dead body. She gasps and drops her phone.

Jon stared wide-eyed at the body. He's never seen a dead body before, let alone one with eyes that shouldn't still be intact.

The color drained out of Tim's face. "Holy shit."

Martin stumbled to his feet again. "Guys...." He covered his mouth, and his legs gave out with a heavy crack. He was growling, trying his best to fight this, but he knew it was futile.

"Martin, come on, get up." Jon reached out and touched Martin's shoulder. "We have to we have to report this and... and..." He felt the bone shift under Martin's skin and another loud crack.

Three pairs of eyes trained on Martin as he seemed to grow. Flesh pulled at his shifting bones and muscle. His clothes were ripped one by one as his body changed to that of a massive inhuman sized wolf.

Sasha knew she should run. She knew she shouldn't stare. Her feet felt like they were cemented to the floor. Her friend, sweet clumsy Martin, was something that was only in fantasy novels and bad romance movies.

Tim swallowed. "Easy there Martin, please tell me you're still Martin." He stepped back to the hard back of the stone tunnel.

Jon stared at the impossible. His coworker, his bumbling idiot and the sweetest man he ever met was not human. Those haunting blue eyes remained the same as he skulked closer. "Martin...?"

Martin growled and stepped closer and closer till he looked down at Jon. His hot breath came down on the shorter man. He bared his teeth for a moment before taking a long sniff. Drool dripped from his maw, and in an instant, a large heavy paw came down then...

Jon yelped and screamed, then started to laugh. "Martin! No stop, stop!" Martin pinned him to the floor, licking his face. He tried to push the lumbering wolf away, but his hands sunk into the soft fur. "S-stop! Wait, my glasses! MARTIN!"

Martin stopped and sat back, his tail thumping against the stone floor.

Sasha couldn't stop herself she approached, careful to avoid Jon on the floor. She reached her hand out on the soft fur. "YOU'RE SO FLUFFY!" She giggles as Martin licks her, making her curly hair stand up straight. "Tim, come here now. Please feel how soft he is."

Tim slowly approaches and is assaulted with the wolf's tongue. "Hey, buy me dinner first." He chuckles and scratches between his ears when he lays down. "Look at you, sweetest thing in these tunnels."

Jon gets up, barely getting any drool off his face and sweater. At least he could see since his glasses weren't broken. "He's not dangerous?"

Martin rolls over to show his belly.

"Jon, that's the universal sign that a dog likes you." Sasha squeals, rubbing his belly. "It's so soft."

"Is he still in there?" Jon's question created enough tension the room grew silent except for the panting from Martin.

Tim frowns. "He should be alright if the myths are right in the morning. I mean...WHOA" Martin has flung Tim to his back and then grabbed Sasha and Jon to sit on his back. "Hey buddy..."

A loud growl shut up any other comments. Jon held on for his life as Martin began to run hard and fast. Sasha was laughing, and Tim giggled. They exited the tunnels into the starless sky.

"Woooo!" Sasha giggles. "We're free!"

Tim chuckles, gets down, and helps Sasha down as Jon falls into the mud. "Well, good news, he's friendly, but that doesn't answer anything about him being still in there."

Jon pulls himself to his feet and sighs. "I hope he's still in there. He would make a horrible assistant stuck like this." He reached out slowly, and Martin sat down and lowered his head for Jon. "I must admit I am thankful he is friendly."

"My flat accepts pets." Tim speaks up. "Hey, don't look at me like that! How else are we going to find out if he goes back to normal in the morning?"

"Tim has a point, and I don't know where we are at the moment." Jon frowns at the lock on his hand. "Stop your insistent licking."

Sasha looks around. "Wait, I know where we are, and we're actually right by Tim's flat." She points to the sign above them, and Tim hums in agreement.

"I suppose would it be too much to ask to use your shower?" Jon sighs covered in mud and wolf slobber.

Tim snickers. "You can use it, boss. You need it more than all of us. Actually, I would say Martin could use it, but he's way too big." He hums. "Follow me."

They walk for only 20 minutes till they reach Tim's flat. He luckily kept his keys on him and opened his door. It took a lot of coaxing from Jon to get Martin inside he seemed to like him the best. Now, after that hassle, everyone git cleaned, and Tim made a small dinner for everyone and gave Martin some ground beef.

Martin was curled up in the corner watching everyone.

Sasha broke the silence. "What if he doesn't turn back?"

"I can keep him here." Tim frowns. "But he should be back to normal, right? What if this was from that animal attack in his apartment complex?"

"It was a month ago, and it would line up with the full moon." Jon returns his gaze to Martin, who was staring at him. "I well if my knowledge on folktales is correct then when the sun breaks he should be back to normal. However, it's quite iffy on if he would remember any of this."

"I mean, at least it's not like twilight." Sasha tries to joke, but all of them were tired and had different looks of work on their features.

"We should head to bed." Tim shifts. "Jon, you can have the couch. Sasha, are you cool sharing my bed?"

Sasha nods. "Jon, scream if something happens."

Jon nods, accepting the blanket, and lays down on the soft couch. He watches Martin get up and walk close to him and lays down next to the couch, making it impossible for Jon to get up without alerting the wolf. "Right. Good night Martin."

........

Martin groans and stretches. He blinks, rubbing his eyes as sunlight spills into his vision. He cracks his back and sighs. He looks around. When did he end up inside? He doesn't recognize this place, and the last thing he could recall was that they were in the tunnels, and they found a body. Oh God, did he kill them? Wait, wait... there wasn't clothing in his teeth, and he didn't feel like he had to cough something like normal when he did eat something he wasn't supposed to. He brushed himself off of the nonexistent dirt. He was naked as normal after a full moon, but he didn't have any spare clothes this time, and he really didn't know where he was.

Jon swallows, staring at Martin. He knows for a fact the man hasn't seen him. He had no idea Martin was muscular, let alone like that. He wasn't normally the type to stare or even enjoy someone's naked form, but something felt different. He cleared his throat, grabbing Martin's attention as he sat up and held out the blanket.

Martin blinks. "OH BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" He shouts ripping the blanket from Jon then covers himself then his face dying from embarrassment.

The sound of heavy footsteps of someone running then a soft gasp. "Martin?" It was Sasha. "Martin, you're back to normal."

Tim rushed behind her. "Martin buddy, you're ok!"

Martin groans and hides under the blanket.

.......

A pair of sweatpants was the best Tim could do for Martin since Martin was the biggest out of all of them. "Are you ok?"

Martin sighs. "I mean, I'm fine. Thank you for the pants, though." He frowns as all eyes were on him. "I uh to make things clear I've been like this since I was a teenager."

"It wasn't the animal attack at your flat?" Jon raised his brow.

Martin shook his head. "I may have lied about who was the animal in the attack, and in my defense, Jane Prentiss was trapping me in my apartment with her worms. I warned her, and she laughed at me. I'm normally better at keeping track of this, but I mean things happened. I was puking up these silver worms for like a week, I mean, they were dead, but they made me sick. I also accidently ate my phone because I was picking that out of my teeth. I mean, I don't really remember anything that happens during the whole wolf out thing. I get flashes sometimes and maybe dreams, but that's about it. I think... no, I definitely killed her, but in my defense, she trapped me in my apartment for a week, used my phone, and tried to fill me with worms."

"That wasn't a stomach virus, but you looked so..." Tim trails off.

"It's a side effect if I don't eat properly. Do you have any idea how painful it is to turn, let alone how much calories you burn in the process? It's a lot. I mean, I've been dealing with this for a long time, and I don't tend to tell people because they look at me like I'm crazy or think I'm a furry." Martin throws his hands up. "I'm so sorry for whatever I did, I tried to get out of going into the tunnels because the full moon, but you guys dragged me along, and it was too late, and I uh... wait, how did we get out? Also, who was the dead body?"

"We rode you like a horse." Sasha chuckles. "And uh, right, the dead body. To be fair, you did turn into a giant wolf."

"I uh good, I'm glad I helped." Msrtin looks down. "Please, I uh, please don't tell anyone."

"For a price." Tim smiles.

Martin shrinks back. "A price?"

"Yeah, you have to let at least one of us watch you." Tim smiles wider. "Just to keep you out of trouble."

"I would, but uh, I already have someone who helps me." Martin flinched as Sasha slams her hands on the able.

"Who!" Sasha shouts.

Jon thinned his lips as he felt something at the edges of his mind that he refused to acknowledge as jealousy. "It would be helpful to know who else knows." He tried his best to sound kind and not annoyed.

Martin rubs his arm. "An old friend of mine from high school kind of. Her name is Joan she's very kind and has a lot of land that's a forest she lets me roam in. She keeps to herself and doesn't like strangers."

"Oh well, you have to introduce us." Jon hums.

"That will be difficult she really is only up at night. I should probably tell her I'm ok...wait I left my phone on my desk." Martin groans.

Tim chuckles. "We'll be there regardless. You can pick it up then."

"You're right." Martin sighs. "I think I have spare clothes there."

"Why?" Sasha raised her brow.

"Uhhhh, so I prepared for the worst-case scenario wherever I work. I'm a little paranoid." Martin looks away.

"That's actually really good." Jon smiles. "It's good to be prepared."

Martin's face lights up.

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slippinmickeys · 4 months

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Three Part Harmony (20/?)

“This is,” Rhonda said, looking at Scully with nervous apprehension over the console of her hatchback, “exactly what Assistant Director Skinner warned us not to do.”

Scully sighed from the passenger seat, lowering the binoculars she was using to watch the activity at the Sheriff’s station where Mulder was being held. They were parked a block and a half away, on the side of the street facing the department, and Scully had one of Rhonda’s winter hats pulled over her hair, a scarf muffled up, obscuring the bottom half of her face. From his car seat behind Rhonda, William babbled happily, cheered to be somewhere other than the cabin.

Skinner had given Rhonda the information on Mulder’s transfer, cautioning the woman that she and Scully should take William as far from Mulder as they could. He’d included the details–including mentioning that it would be done using a US Marshals attachment and SWAT-outfitted LLE escorts–as a warning, hoping to scare the women away. But Scully felt only emboldened by the information, enjoying the rare feeling of knowing exactly what she was up against.

“Skinner,” Scully said, looking Rhonda in the eye, “doesn’t know that we have more than just a couple of guns and our wits.”

It had taken Scully a full forty five minutes to explain the one part of their story that they had kept from Rhonda: William’s incredible gifts. And Scully had spent the last several days testing the limits of what she could do with his power. She was nowhere near to tapping his full potential–something she could sense was buried deep within him—but she was somewhat confident that what she could do would be enough to at least give them a chance of freeing Mulder. Maybe. They’d have to play their cards right. And Mulder would have to seize the opportunity when she gave it to him.

Rhonda barked a nervous laugh and Scully couldn’t help but smile back at her. “William the Conquerer,” Rhonda said ruefully, shaking her head.

Scully looked south, where the mountains beyond the low buildings of the town were wreathed in thick gray clouds. For once, she thought, foul weather might work in their favor.

Up ahead at the station, what looked like an armored van pulled up, cages around all the back windows, thick treaded tires rolling to a stop. In white on the side, US Marshals Service was emblazoned in block letters. Four agents tipped themselves out of the vehicle and headed into the department. Outside, two local cruisers pulled in as well, one ahead of the large van, and one behind.

Rhonda whistled.

“Geez,” she said. “You’d think they were transporting Dillinger. How are we gonna…?”

Scully looked the van over and sighed. “I’m still figuring that out.”

She turned to look over her shoulder at William in the back, probed him a little with her mind, seeking their connection until she could feel it thrum between them. Scully then leveled what she hoped was an honest look at Rhonda.

“I think we’re going to have to follow them at a safe distance. Nearly all the routes down into Utah are through some pretty sparse, mountainous country. I think we’ve got to hit them when we’re way out there. No access to backup or people that might get in our way.”

“...hit them?” Rhonda said, going pale.

“Metaphorically,” Scully said. “Probably,” she muttered, an afterthought.

“Either way,” she went on. “William will stay in the car with you. I can stay connected to him from a fair distance. A hundred yards or so.” She had been testing the limits of their connection. “I need you to keep him that far back. If anything happens to me or if things go badly…Leave. And take him.”

“Take him where?” Rhonda said, paling further.

“Do you still have that address I had you send the package to?”

Rhonda nodded, visibly swallowing.

“Take him to that man. John Doggett. He will help you.”

Several deputies bristling with paramilitary gear got out of their vehicles and congregated by the back door of the Sheriff’s station, where there seemed to be a fresh build up of activity. The deputies were in tactical vests, a couple with larger semi-automatic weapons. Scully felt a swell of raw, tingling nerves.

How she was going to get her partner was still largely a question mark, though she had a few ideas. The odds, however, appeared to be pretty stacked against them.

Oh, Mulder, she thought with a pang of worried apprehension. Mulder.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“Scully!”

Mulder sat bolt upright on the narrow mattress. The metal plank upon which he rested took up more than half of the cramped cell. Something had roused him, like an electric jolt to the brain, and he woke up disoriented and startled.

“‘Fraid not,” said a voice from the other side of the bars, and Mulder looked up to see Agent Bryson standing there in a dark wool suit with a navy FBI slicker pulled over it. There were four similarly dressed pasty-faced white men with the stars of the US Marshals Service stamped on their lapels milling around behind him.

A local deputy was at the door, sliding in a key and unlocking the cell. He was loaded for bear, so far as Mulder could tell, having been around the local deputies for a few days now; the man uncharacteristically outfitted in a full kevlar kit, a second pistol strapped to his leg.

“We’ll take it from here,” one of the suited men said to the local, who backed off respectfully.

“On your feet!” called out another, and Mulder was briskly pulled to his feet and two of the Marshals secured shackles to his wrists and ankles. He was marched out the door of his cell, his legs shuffling along with the too-short chains, on down the hallway and to the back door of the department. The two men holding his elbows pulled up short when they got to the door.

“We have the prisoner at the back door,” one of them spoke into his walkie. “Be advised. Prepare convoy.”

“Convoy is a go,” a voice came in over the radio, and then the back door was unlocked and Mulder was marched outside, the thin material of his orange prison jumper not much protection from the cold. The air was heavy, moist with unfallen snow, and there was a frigid wind that felt like needles along the skin of his cheeks.

He did not get much fresh air however, as he was escorted into a large, dark Econovan with caged windows, his shackles secured to a metal eyehook that was bolted to the floor. Three of the Marshals got in behind him, and the fourth, who held up a hand to Bryson as he attempted to get into the front passenger seat, turned the FBI agent away and got into the driver’s seat. There was a cage separating the cab of the van with the back where Mulder and the other Marshals were, with a small door the size of a video cassette through which items could be passed.

Mulder had his first smug moment of the day as he connected eyes with Bryson, who turned unhappily on his heel and made his way toward the lead car, sliding into the front seat of the sheriff’s cruiser that would be leading the small convoy.

“Marshal One ready for transport,” the driver said into his radio, and a moment later, a crackling buzz came through from the other cars.

“Local One ready.”

“Local Two ready.”

“Let’s roll,” the driver said, and dropped the walkie into the empty passenger’s seat.

The other Marshals secured their seatbelts as the cruiser in front pulled out onto the street, followed by the van and then one other cruiser bringing up the rear.

Mulder turned to the Marshal sitting nearest him. “I don’t get a seatbelt?” he asked. “Thought it was the law.”

“Hey fellas, this guy in a DOC suit and handcuffs is suddenly very worried about the law,” one of the Marshals announced. He then toed the eyehook Mulder’s shackles were locked to. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said without emotion, and turned to look out the windows of the van, scanning the streets around them as they passed.

The officers were not a very talkative bunch, and for the most part ignored Mulder’s few probing questions. When he couldn’t get a straight answer on how long the journey might last, he leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes, letting himself doze and fall back into dreams where he might see Scully and William once again.

XxX

When he woke, it was to that odd electric feeling in his head, and he took a sharp breath and sat up. The van was rolling along through a high valley pass, and snow had begun falling in earnest. It wasn’t so thick that Mulder couldn’t make out the cruisers that were still in front and behind them, but the mountains they were passing were shrouded in thick whiteness, the van’s windshield wipers going at top speed, struggling to keep up with the deluge.

He looked to the other men in the vehicle with him, and could sense a tension that hadn’t been there when they’d pulled out of town. The Marshal sitting next to him was squinting through the window at the back of the van, then leaned forward to mumble something to the driver that Mulder couldn’t make out.

The driver sighed and reached for the walkie.

“Local Two,” the van’s driver said into his radio, one hand steadily on the top of the steering wheel.

“Local Two,” a voice answered.

“Two, there’s a late model, rust-colored hatchback that’s about a quarter of a mile behind us. Can you drop back and check it out?”

Mulder turned to look, but the weather was worsening, and it was now hard to make out anything much beyond headlights through the swirling snow.

“Copy, Marshal One,” the voice said. “Falling back.”

Mulder watched as the cruiser behind them slowed and eased back into the whiteness.

Several minutes later, the driver of their van, huffing a sigh of annoyance, picked up the walkie and opened the cab cage’s small pass-through door, handing the radio to the Marshal sitting next to Mulder.

“Get him back on the horn and get a report,” the driver instructed. “I need both hands to drive in this shit.”

The other Marshal nodded and gave the walkie two clicks before speaking into it.

“Local Two,” he said.

There was a crackle of static, but no response.

“Local Two, come back,” he said a little louder, turning to look out the back window. Mulder couldn’t help but do the same, but there was nothing to see now but snow coming down around them and the windy swirl of white crystals being kicked up behind their own tires.

When there wasn’t an answer, the Marshal sighed huffily and raised the walkie back to his mouth.

“Local One, radio check.”

“Local One receiving,” came Bryson’s voice through the walkie. “Do we have a problem?”

The Marshal holding the radio rolled his eyes. “This fucking guy,” he muttered, before pressing the speaking button. “Be advised, Local Two isn’t responding after the drop-back.”

The radio gave a low squawk. “I noticed. Can you see him back there?”

The Marshal turned, squinting through the back windshield. “I can’t see shit.”

“It’s probably the fuckin’ weather,” said the agent who was sitting in the far back bench seat of the van.

“I don’t like it,” came Bryson’s clipped voice.

“Advise we pull over to regroup,” said the Marshal holding the walkie. “Visibility is shit anyway.”

“This weather is the reason we told him to hold off another day on the transfer,” the back seat Marshal rumbled, clearly unhappy.

“No stopping!” came Bryson’s voice sharply. “We continue on as planned.”

“This isn’t his fucking op,” said the driver, who opened up the small pass-through again and reached a flailing hand back. “He’s lucky we let him ride along. Give me the walkie.”

The other Marshal passed it up to the driver, who snapped it quickly to his face, leaving the pass-through open. “That isn’t your call, Local One,” he said. “Pull over now. We regroup with Local Two and reassess. Over.”

With that, the driver tossed the walkie into the passenger seat once again and pulled off onto the shoulder of the highway, flicking on the van’s hazard lights.

They were in the middle of nowhere, Mulder realized. And not a single car had passed them since he’d woken up.

The cruiser in front of them, though parked no more than twenty yards ahead, was really only visible by the flashers on the light bar. A few moments later, a dark figure emerged from in front of them and Bryson was momentarily lit by the van’s headlights as he walked through them, making his way to the driver’s side window. He tapped on the glass angrily.

Mulder could hear the weary sigh that the driver huffed before he reached over and manually rolled the window down half-way.

“You need to take Local One back to get a visual on Local Two,” the driver told Bryson, whose head was shaking ‘no,’ before the man even finished talking.

“I’ll send him back, but I’m not leaving the prisoner,” Bryson said, flicking his eyes angrily to Mulder, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a cold wind cutting in through the window.

“Suit yourself,” the driver said, and rolled the window back up.

Bryson went back to the cruiser and reappeared a minute later as the police car initiated a three point turn and passed them, heading back in the direction they’d come.

“You gonna leave him out there?” The Marshal in the backseat asked, nodding at Bryson.

“I’d like to,” the driver said noncommittally.

The man to Mulder’s left snorted, the first sound Mulder had heard him utter all day.

“If you don’t let him in, he’s going to be an even bigger pain in the ass,” said the guy who had taken over radio duties.

The driver sighed in defeat and leaned over to the passenger door and threw the lock open. Bryson wasted no time swinging into the seat on a gust of subarctic air. He picked up the walkie that had been left in his seat and held it to his face.

“Local One, stay on the radio, please.”

“Roger that,” came the officer’s voice through the device. “Visibility is almost nothing,” the officer went on, “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to–” on that, there was a burst of noise so intense that everyone in the car flung their hands to their ears. The walkie went sailing out of Bryson’s hand, and Mulder nearly took out his front teeth with the chains from his handcuffs as he raised them to muffle the sound.

The driver yelled something, but the noise continued, and finally, with a wince, he took one hand off an ear and swiped the walkie talkie from the floor and turned it off, leaving the van in a sudden and violent silence.

Everyone sat, dazed for a few moments before the driver turned to Mulder and spoke to him directly for the first time.

“I swear to God, if this is some breakout rescue attempt…”

Mulder, still shaken by the noise, could only gape at him.

“We’ve read your file,” said one of the other Marshals. “We know you had help escaping custody at Mount Weather.”

Mulder seriously doubted Alvin Kersh was out there in the snow, willfully breaking the law once again to save his least favorite erstwhile agent. And Scully didn’t have the resources to so much as attempt something like this, (plus he was confident Skinner would relay his message to stay far, far away from him).

The only explanation, Mulder thought, was that this was some kind of play by Bryson to get him out of official custody and into a much oogier unofficial custody in an attempt to get Mulder to give up where William was. However, Bryson–who had pulled his service weapon and was holding it and appeared to be sweating–was doing an admirable acting job if that was the case.

Whatever was going on, Mulder didn’t have the foggiest idea what it was.

“We need to-” whatever the Marshal was saying was cut off with a now-intense buzzing Mulder could feel in the back of his skull. When he darted his eyes to the other passengers, however, they seemed totally unaffected and the man who had been speaking was still moving his mouth, though Mulder couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“--der,” he heard, in what was unmistakably Scully’s voice. But he didn’t hear her voice with his ears, but rather in his head, where the buzzing was emanating. It was remarkably similar to when he could hear others’ thoughts, pushed into what bordered on madness by an alien craft. But this didn’t feel like lunacy; it was warm and euphoric.

“Mulder,” he heard again in Scully’s voice, this time more clear, the buzzing lessening. “Is that you?”

“Scully,” he thought. “What are–”

“There’s no time for explanations,” she said in his head. “I need you to look around. Show me what you see.”

Though his mind was racing with thoughts and questions and alarm, he instinctively turned his head and looked around the van. The Marshals were getting agitated, all of them pulling their own weapons, and Scully’s voice tuned in and out, interspersed with the angry voices of the other men in the vehicle. His head was turning more and more into a confusing jumble.

“--we need to–”

“--this is not your fucking op–”

“--call it in–”

“--get down–”

It was the last voice–Scully’s–that Mulder instinctively heeded, leaning sideways and down as far as he could in his awkward, chained position as all of the weapons from every officer in the car went flying out of hands, some through the open pass-through of the cab cage, to form a ball of glistening steel that hovered in the air between the driver and Bryson. And then, just as quickly, the windshield of the van blew out and the guns went with it, leaving a momentarily stunned silence with only the backdrop of the howling wind blowing icy flakes of snow in through the gaping gap at the front of the vehicle.

And there, now standing in the dull cones of the van’s headlights stood Scully, dark hair whipping around her face.

Mulder stared at her in awe.

Just as the other men in the car were getting over their shock, all four of the US Marshals were pulled violently back as the seatbelts, which they all were still wearing, tightened around them with a startling whip of hissing nylon. Sparks then flew from the ignition and the van’s engine died.

Bryson began shouting, but the Marshals were all pulling at the straps and jamming the buckle release buttons which refused to disengage.

“Lean back!” came Scully’s voice, no longer in his head, and Mulder just had time to obey as the eyehook that held his shackles was wrenched from the floor of the van with an ear-splitting groan of metal.

The sliding door slid open on its own and Mulder wasted no time, diving past a Marshal who was still tearing at his restraints and out into the snow. The van’s door whipped closed behind him and Mulder spun in time to see all of the van’s door handles simultaneously collapse on themselves, like a tin can crushed beneath a boot.

Behind them came the rumble of an engine, and Rhonda’s old Datsun puttered up beside them, slowing to a stop next to the disabled van.

“Get in the car, Mulder!” Scully shouted, already opening the passenger door and disappearing into the back seat, where Mulder could see the handle of William’s car seat sticking up from behind Rhonda.

Mulder swung into the passenger seat and the second his door was closed, Rhonda goosed the gas, and they were off into the snowy beyond.

The last thing Mulder saw of the van before it was swallowed by a squall, was Bryson crawling out of the hole where the windshield used to be and turning to watch as the old Datsun drove away.

#fanfic #my fic #the x-files #msr #wip

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toe-cheese-with-rice · 1 year

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Dokja x reader

Some fluff of the reader almost dying and confessing their feelings to Dokja.

Female reader, f!m

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You searched Dokja’s eyes, hoping - pleading there was a shred of feelings You felt. But he stayed silent, your brows furrowed as he stayed still. The silence felt like barbwire wrapping around your neck, it was suffocating, your feelings choked up in her throat as you swallowed.

“Dokja, Say something, I’m begging you.” your eyes started to sting and prick with regret as they filled with water.

“Dokja…” Your voice cracked “I’m sorry, I couldn’t keep my promise I-” Dokja cut you off.

“That doesn’t matter, I don’t care about that dumb promise; I just… Wish you would’ve taken me with you.”

You paused for a moment, trying to gather the words you wish you would’ve said before.

“You are the only thing that I fight for, if not for you I would be a lost soul trying to keep sane, Dokja. So don’t grimace or glare at my wounds, because I have seen yours through and through. You are the reason I push myself to stay alive, I really love you, more than my life.”

Dokja gritted his teeth, all he wanted to do was protect you but he ended up hurting you more. you hadn’t been in the novel nor were you ever mentioned. This woman had read just as he did and fought just as he did, but now she is the one sacrificing herself for him. You are the one losing the wine-red blood that seeped from your body.

“You will make it, you have to,” Dokja mumbled, holding your wounds closed while he searched the shop for potions. you sighed in response, “I’ll try my best, but if I do die, you have to stop making Yoo Joonghyuk and Han Sooyoung worry so much you idiot.” Dokja smiled a little as he bought the potions, “They’re fine, I’m not nearly as bad as you.”

You laughed, wincing as Dokja applied ointments and potions to your wounds. You could feel the energy slowly entering back into your body.

“Geez, how much did you spend on this many potions?”

Dokja just shook his head, “That doesn't matter, what matters is your safety.” He went silent for a moment after, making you look up at him. He seemed to be thinking about something, conflicted about it. So you reached up and caressed his pale cheek.

“What are you thinking so hard about you peabrain?” Your thumb snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked away and back at you, your eyes locking.

“Earlier... Did you really mean what you said?” You looked at him confused, “about what?” Dokja seemed nervous but spoke anyway, “About loving me?” You smiled at his shyness. “Of course I did, what else would I mean by that.” Dokja’s eyes shimmered a little, pouring the last bottle of medicine on your arms.

“In that case, I… Really love you too.” Your cheeks turned slightly red as you looked at him, peace falling over you. “And... You are also the bane of my existence too, so never do something so dangerous without me. You nearly died, I thought..”

You put your finger to Dokja’s lips, catching him by surprise. “I get it, I won’t do it again, my love.” You whispered as he held you gently, “I’m getting tired so if you don’t mind, I’m just going to - I’m going to…” He smiled as you fell asleep. “Sleep well, my love.” He spoke softly as he kissed your delicate forehead.

#kim dokja #dokja x reader #fluff #female reader #omniscient reader fanart #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader novel #han sooyoung #yoo joonghyuk #yu joonghyeok #x reader #fem reader #x female reader

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [06]

ー The scene starts in Laito’s bedroom at the Violet Manor

*Thud*

Laito: ...Nnh...

Yui: Laito-kun! Thank god, you’re awake.

Laito: Bitch-chan...? How...? My room...? I’m pretty sure we were in the dungeon...?

Yui: You don’t remember? You suddenly lost consciousness in our cell.

Azusa-kun came to check up on us and helped out. He carried you all the way here.

He even managed to convince Carla-san to give us permission to leave the dungeon, thank god.

Laito: I see...As to be expected of him...

*Rustle*

Laito: Uu...

Yui: Ah! Don’t try to get up just yet.

Laito: Don’t worry, I can handle this much...

...Where are the others?

Yui: Apparently the Scarlet Manor was showing suspicious movements, so they all headed out.

Although Azusa-kun stayed behind just in case. He’s patrolling the manor right now though.

Laito: I see...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

( He’s been full of energy this whole time, but he seems somewhat out of it right now. I guess it’s because he only just woke up? )

Ah...You probably want some water, right? I’ll go get you some, okay?

*Rustle*

Laito: ...Wait. There’s something I’d like to ask you.

Yui: S...Sure, what’s wrong?

Laito: You told me before that we’re dating, but what was our relationship actually like?

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Tell me everything.

Yui: ...!

( This is the first time he’s shown interest...But, why? )

( No, that doesn’t matter. If he wants to know, I’ll tell him. )

You might not believe me, but you were living at a place called the Sakamaki Manor. As part of a family of six brothers.

Through a series of events...It was decided that I would move in there with you guys.

Laito: You moved into a house full of Vampires?

Yui: Yeah, at first I thought that maybe it was some kind of joke. I went through a lot of hardships as well...

But you know, through getting to know you better, I realized that you were also suffering in your own way.

Then little by little, I found myself wanting to remain by your side...

Laito: I was suffering? How so?

Yui: Wellーー

( Can I talk about Cordelia-san? )

( He clearly acted strange after hearing the sound of my heartbeat in the dungeon. )

Laito: Seems like you’d rather not share that. Oh well, I guess it’s fine. In return...

...Do you happen to know a woman with a very eccentric and strong impression?

Yui: Eh...?

( Is he talking about Cordelia-san...? I guess the woman he saw while he was having those dizzy spells must indeed have been... )

Laito: Judging by your reaction...You really do know her.

Yui: Ah, well...

( If I bring up Cordelia-san right now, he might just remember everything. )

( But should I tell him when they’re nothing but a bunch of bad, painful memories? If those cause him to suffer again... )

Laito: Why do you suddenly go quiet? I guess there’s still things you want to keep a secret despite seeming so insistent on talking to me about all of this.

Selection

→ Dodge the question (🖤)

Yui: I mean, I do know her, but she has nothing to do with what I want to talk about right now.

Laito: You think you can trick me like that? It’s so blatantly obvious.

Yui: ( ...He saw right through my lies. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk my way out of this one... )

→ Apologize (♡)

Yui: I’m sorry. I don’t exactly want to keep quiet. It’s just...

Laito: Then tell me already.

Yui: ...!

Yui: The woman you mentioned, she’s...

( No...I just can’t say it after all...! )

( I want him to remember. Still, I don’t want to see him in pain! )

Laito: ...Geez. Guess you can’t tell me after all.

You seemed so adamant about talking to me, but when you fear it might negatively impact you, you go quiet.

You really are a selfish girl, aren’t you?

Yui: Y-You’re wro...

Laito: I’m not going to press you with questions about it forever, so let’s forget about that woman.

It’s just...

*Rustle*

Laito: I’ll have you reveal the secret behind your heart.

Yui: Wha...!?

ー He moves closer

*Rustle*

Yui: W-Wait! Let me go...!

Laito: Shut up.

Yui: ...!

( He’s no longer smiling...I shouldn’t oppose him right now... )

Laito: ...The sound of your heartbeat...I’m positive I’ve heard it somewhere before...

I could never forget...about such a distinctive sound...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: ...But I can’t remember...

Yui: Ow...If you press down on my arm that tightly...

Laito: ...Hey, Bitch-chan. What’s with your heart?

I get this incredibly unpleasant feeling just from hearing it beat...

Yet at the same time, it also stirs up feelings of endearment, or sudden sadness...I just don’t understand.

Yui: This heart, you see...

( It’s your mother’s heart after all... )

( But I can’t tell him that. Laito-kun only ever experienced a terribly twisted kind of love from her after all! )

Laito: ...Aah. You still won’t tell me anything, huh?

Do you think you’ll get away with staying silent? Or do you get a kick out of keeping me on the edge of my seat like this?

I’m not in the mood for that right now, you see.

Yui: W-What...?

Laito: I’ve had those dizzy spells several times before. They always occur after I drink your blood.

So I simply assumed that it was the richness of your blood getting to my head.

Yui: ( Now that he mentions it, something similar happened when we were ambushed by Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun... )

Laito: But I grew incredibly dizzy just from hearing the sound of your heartbeat.

Yui: ...!

Laito: I just want to get rid of this irritation. I mean, I barely even feel like myself right now.

All I care about is enjoying the moment. I never cared about when or how I’d die. That’s how my days have come and gone.

But right now...Something keeps swirling around inside my head and I can’t seem to control it myself.

Yui: That’s...

Laito: You know the answer to my questions. Right? Don’t you want to help me out?

Don’t you remember how you risked your own life to protect me back in the dungeon?

Yui: I...I’m sorry...

Laito: Excuse me? You think you can apologize your way out of this? It’s not an apology that I want to hear from you.

Honestly, why do I feel so angry? I’ve gotten kind of thirsty as well...

You’ll take responsibility for upsetting me, won’t you?

Yui: Eh? ...W-Wait...!

Laito: Quench my thirst...with your blood...Nnh...Nn...

ー Laito bites her

Yui: Eek...Aah...!

( Once again, without mercy...My blood’s steadily flowing out... )

Laito: Haah...Even though it helps against the thirst, it doesn’t bring me any actual satisfaction...

Yui: ( Of course not. His missing memories, the memories of the love he never experiencedーー )

( There’s no way he’d get the affection he’s yearning after by doing this... )

I’m begging you, no more...Stop...

Laito: What are you saying? You love to get toyed around with, don’t you...?

Rejoice like you usually do. Come on, I’ll drink from your ear? ...With all of my mind, painfully...Okay?

Yui: No...Sto...!

Laito: Even right now, I can’t get enough of seeing you utterly terrified like that...Nnh...Phew...

Yui: Uu...Ah...Aah...

Laito-kun...

Laito: Nnh...Nn...Haah...Yes? Are you ready to spill the beans now, unable to bear with the pain?

But it’s too late now...Guh...

Yui: ( ...Eh? )

Laito: Kuh...This again...? It’s even worse than before...

Yui: ( He’s dizzy again...!? I’m still a bit shaky in my step since he just sucked my blood but... )

Uu...O-One second, okay...!? I’ll go call Azusa-kun right awaーー

*Thud*

Yui: Eh...?

( I heard the sound of something breaking just now... )

Ayato: Eve! You bitch, where are you!? Answer me if you’re there!

Kanato: We came all the way here to get you. So please, just be a good girl and show yourself.

Yui: ( These voices...Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun!? )

( No way, just when Carla-san and the others aren’t here...Also, right now Laito-kun is...! )

ー Azusa enters the room

*Thud*

Azusa: Eve, Laito...!

Yui: Azusa-kun! Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are...!

Azusa: Seems like they’ve come to attack us, using the fact that the others are absent to their advantage...

I’ll keep them busy, so the two of you should...

Laito: Uu...

Azusa: Laito? You’re still feeling unwell...?

Laito: I’m fine...Dealing with those two is more important right now, no?

I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can fight in my current condition...

Azusa: Yeah, you should escape through the window...

Ayato: How many times do I have to tell you to show yourself!?

Azusa: They’re coming...Hurry!

Laito: Bitch-chan, let’s go...

Yui: O-Okay...

( He can barely walk...Will he be okay? )

( ...No, right now, we just have to run. Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are after us...! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #cllaito6

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yqswo · 13 days

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raccoon (rq)

pairing : noh yunah x fem!reader

summary : your girlfriend said that she’s going out to buy some groceries but when she came home, an uninvited guest tagged along.

cw/tw : slight cursing, raccoon 🦝 , short ff

It’s been three hours since Yunah left to buy groceries, and here you are wondering, what’s taking her so long? Your feelings grew anxious, the grocery store was only 15 minutes away. You nervously walked around the living room, biting your nails.

“Geez, I’m never letting her go grocery shopping again!” You exclaimed while running a hand through your hair.

You were about to call her (or maybe the police) when suddenly, you heard the front door open. There, you heard plastic bags rustling and you released a sigh of relief. You went to the doorway and leaned over it. Yunah saw you and lets out a little yelp.

“Baby! Don’t do that!” She shouted, placing her hand on her chest dramatically.

You huffed before replying, “What took you so long? I’m worried! I’m never letting you go alone anymore.”

“Sorry baby” Yunah pouted and brings the plastic bags in.

As she’s walking to the kitchen, you saw that her hoodie has a bump…? And it’s amusingly obvious too. It lowkey makes her look like a pregnant woman. You approached her from behind and put your hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but then she started turning around slowly to face you. “Yes…?”

“Are you hiding something from me?” You arched your eyebrows at her. You saw how she gulped nervously before denying it.

“What? No! Of course not! What makes you think that?” She laughed nervously, still covering her hoodie with her arms.

You sighed before stepping closer to her, she immediately stopped laughing and back off a little. You pointed at her hoodie which has a big bump on it.

“What’s this? You’re not pregnant, then what the hell is inside your hoodie, Noh Yunah.” You grumbled, causing Yunah to shivers.

“U-umm, uh I think I need to pee I’ll get going firs—” Before she can even finish her sentence, a raccoon suddenly popped out of her zipped hoodie. She lets out a shocked gasp, before hugging the raccoon.

“What the— Yunah! Is that a goddamn raccoon?!?” You yelped, still can’t believe what you just saw.

“Baby listen, I can’t help it! He was following me when I threw out the trash! Isn’t he cute?” Yunah said, shoving the big ass raccoon in your face.

“AND IT’S A HE????” You shrieked.

“BABY PLEASE! Can we keep himmm???” Yunah asked with her puppy eyes, you’re just standing there watching her and her goddamn raccoon hugging each other.

You let out a big sigh, messaging your temple afterwards.

“Yunah, put the raccoon back to where you found it. That thing could have rabies.”

“What if YOU have rabies, y/n?” She retorted.

“…Baby, I love you but put it back or I’m calling animal control—”

“NO!!!!!”

a/n — sorry cause it’s short and probably not what you expected anon 😔

#yunah #noh yunah #yunah illit #r u next?#runext #nohyunah x fem reader #illit #kpop #wlw #yqswo’s

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divine-donna · 1 year

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manners maketh man

i think everyone knows which pedro pascal edit went viral on tik tok. and consequently, i got kingsman edits. and then i rewatched the movies. so in the end, we get this post.

have fun with these headcanons! we can even call this a spy au since the kingsman franchise falls under that genre of films.

ser criston cole

a man on an exchange assignment from the dornish red wine company, criston is a suave man that you get paired with for the assignment. your goal is to show him the ropes. but the dornish tend to do things a little differently and the two of you clash heads because of your different way of doing things. despite the differences, you have immense respect for criston. he even saves your life when you let your guard down.

“it wouldn’t do me any good if my partner was dead. i would be an awful dornishman if you died on my watch.”

daemon targaryen

a more senior member of the seven kings trading company, the man has been out of the game for quite some time. he’s very particular about his safety due to his work experience. and daemon is very shocked to find you at his doorstep, a new member of the seven kings trading company. something has happened to his brother and viserys told you to go to daemon in case anything went wrong. of course his brother was able to figure out how to locate him long ago. begrudingly, he becomes your partner to teach you his own tricks. and maybe he even learns a few from you.

“now (y/n), the secret here is to- no! please do not do that! not unless you want us to get caught and for the whole building to explode! geez. what do they even teach you guys now?”

rhaenyra targaryen

it was expected of rhaenyra to step up as a member of the seven kings trading company. after all, her father had led them and she must prove her worth as a trainee. she had no issues completing it and becoming a formidable spy. but the woman lacked...restraint. she was impulsive and went into things head on. you were assigned as her partner to get her to stop being impulsive and think about decisions. you both did not mesh well and it wasn’t until you get kidnapped did rhaenyra finally learn to think things through first. and you? you learned to blow shit up more.

“listen the reason why you suck at talking to people is because you are more concerned with how you are perceived and the way you look. here, look at me. loosen your posture. unbutton the top buttons of your shirt for gods’ sake!”

alicent hightower

alicent hightower is a notable member of tech support. she’s created a variety of new weapons for the seven kings trading company and you just happen to be her favorite agent to work with. you’re quite oblivious to the looks of longing she has towards you, how she always keeps a stash of gadgets and parts for you specifically that no one else can touch, the fact that she clears her schedule just for you. she’s a busy woman after all. however, you’re too caught up in fieldwork to notice her affections. or even pick up on them.

“oh nyra what do i do?! i have done everything and (y/n) still does not notice me!....what? no! i can’t just loosen up and tell them! it’s a lot more complicated than that and you know it! i’m not you or (y/n). i’m just...alicent!”

aegon targaryen

you loved your boyfriend. you really did! were you a little frustrated that he never really talked about his family and you knew nothing of his background? yes. but you decided not to pry. you both were happy and content. that was all that mattered. but when aegon came home after grocery shopping, he found the apartment in disarray and a single message: (y/n) for sunfyre. he hated seeing that name and it led him back to the seven kings trading company. aegon left the life of espionage when he was able to. it was too much pressure to perform. but now you were on the line and he had no choice but to go back in.

“why don’t we just give them the goddamn usb! i don’t have to do anything, (y/n) is safe and unharmed, and we all go about our lives! i don’t even want to be here but i have to be because of you guys. and my partner was kidnapped because of me!”

aemond targaryen

when you were younger, you were a trainee alongside aemond targaryen. he showed a lot of promise and he beat you out of becoming a field agent. but you were approached by his father for something else. your skills could serve off the field. so you became a medic and a researcher. aemond came to you often since the two of you were relatively close during your training days. plus you had to measure his eye so you can make him a new prosthetic that fits accordingly. what you don’t notice is how he comes in with small injuries just to see you or even his flirtations. he’s pretty obvious about it but you brush it aside, thinking you were just imagining things.

“(y/n)! talk to me for a little bit. ignore your work. i’m sure the files can wait....okay maybe not, but this is important because i was wondering if you and i could go get dinner sometime? you rarely leave this place and your home. it would do you some good to get some fresh air.”

helaena targaryen

you loved using a variety of poisons and nonlethal weapons in the field. it made getting information out so much easier, as well as sneaking around. of course, you always took a visit to your favorite toxicologist: helaena. she tended to work in isolation as one of the very few toxicologists at the seven kings trading company but she was the best. her mother was alicent hightower after all, so brilliance ran in the family. you have been enamored with helaena since you first met her after completing training. but you’ve never had the courage to make a move and helaena doesn’t seem to notice how you’re always flustered around her whether it’s awkwardly laughing, your cheeks feeling hot, or your very specific compliments about her outfits, hair, or the product she’s giving you.

“(y/n), have you met dayron? i hear he’s an interesting fellow. i’m mostly asking because he put in a request for something. oh and i got this for you. it’s nonlethal. in case you want to get high after a job.”

jacaerys velaryon

the job interview took a long time and was very vigorous. you were excited to be a new member of the seven kings trading company’s tech team. one of the more experienced members of the group that you started working with was jacaerys. a lot of people were surprised he went into tech considering his parents’ reputation as field agents. but he enjoyed a life that was a little more peaceful and meant he wouldn’t die getting shot at. you liked jace but you failed to notice how his feelings grew stronger than friendship. and after working in tech for so long, you began to ask him if he wanted to do more than tech. jace loved you. he was ready to support you in whatever endeavor you wanted.

“i never really wanted to go into the field. most people found it stranger that i became tech support instead since my mother is a skillful field agent. but if you want to go into fieldwork, know i am behind you one hundred percent.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd headcanons #hotd au #hotd x reader #aegon the usurper #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #daemon targaryen #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #ser criston #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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wrestlersownmyheart · 8 months

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In Dreams Chapter 2 (Hook X Older Female Reader)

Title: In Dreams Pairing: Hook X Older Female Reader Summary: Hook meets the woman of his dreams. Literally. The only problem? She is married in actuality. And her marriage is not the happy one she tries to portray in reality. Not to mention Y/N has a secret she failed to reveal in their shared dreams. Can Hook persuade her to leave her husband and seek the safety of his love instead? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Through the story as a whole–Domestic Abuse against a woman, some sexual harassment within AEW

Chapter 2

“Geez, Hook! Ease up!” Jack Perry tapped his hand against the canvas repeatedly, signaling his submission.

“Your brain isn’t in the game today. You’re working way too stiff.”

“Sorry,” Hook mumbled and stood to his feet as Jack did. “I guess I have my mind on some stuff.”

“Yeah obviously,” Jack grumbled, rubbing his aching neck. He took his long, wild hair down out of its man bun, and began grabbing his things for a shower. “How about we pick up where we left off later, before the show, and you get your head clear.”

Hook nodded and moved over to the punching bag as Jack prepared to head to the showers.

He’d not dreamed of–nor seen–Y/N for two days. He’d dreamed of their forest, but she hadn’t shown up. Which told him she most likely wasn’t sleeping.

Or she’s not real. His mind played games with him and he didn’t like it. At all.

He was frustrated. And worried. And confused. It was odd to feel so many things at once. He wasn’t used to it. And he didn’t like it. It was too new to him.

“Y/N where are you,” he thought aloud. “And, are you okay?”

Frustrated he blew out a sigh and threw a few more punches into the punching bag.

He didn’t like feeling so vulnerable. He’d never met a woman that just immediately affected him this way. Which… he thought, no woman has ever made me feel this way. And so quickly. There was definitely some higher power at work in their friendship.

Which–Hook couldn’t deny–he hoped for more than friendship. And that was just silly. She was in his dreams. All he had was her first and last name to find her by. And that was if he wasn’t losing his mind and she was a complete figment of his imagination.

“This is crazy. But not impossible.” He thought. And thought some more. He needed more information. Just an approximate idea of where she lived, again if she was indeed real. And then he could find her online, he was sure of it.

The hard part would be getting her to divulge such information. She seemed pretty reluctant to tell him. Why, he didn’t know. He knew she was married. That didn’t sit right with him for obvious reasons, but there was something else. Her gaze went dark the one time she told him of her marriage.

“Maybe they’re on the verge of splitting up,” he reasoned out loud. “Otherwise, it looks like she’d be happier about being married.”

A sly grin spread across his face.

“Well, Mr. Y/L/N can move aside because Hook is coming to town.”

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You scrubbed at the counters with your sponge and sprayed more Fantastic cleaning spray as you cleaned the kitchen. “Just because we live in an old house, doesn’t mean it has to be a mess,” you grumbled to yourself.

You had virtually no help with the housekeeping. You worked, you cleaned, and you took care of Sienna, and not to mention Derek. You paid the rent and bills despite the little amount that Derek brought in with his unemployment.

You were in a word: Exhausted.

You had indeed caught another cold, thanks to the ice water Derek had splashed on you. It was getting worse day by day too. You now had a fever of 103. But you had no time to stop and rest and take care of yourself. You’d not slept in two days due to your jobs and chores around the house.

“Lord, please help me out of this situation. And help me protect Sienna.” You prayed aloud and wondered what the solution could be. Whatever you did, it was going to endanger Sienna and you couldn’t handle that. At all. It was unacceptable.

What if the next time he attacks you, you kill him in self-defense?

You scoffed at that thought.

You couldn’t bear disecting a frog in junior high, but you were going to manage to kill your husband?

You shook your head and tossed the sponge in the sink, disgusted.

Glancing up at the kitchen’s wall clock you saw it was time for Sienna’s night time feeding. So you began getting a bottle of formula ready.

It was your favorite time of the day. You would feed Sienna while just talking to her. Sometimes, you’d tell her about how you were going to get them out of the situation they were in. And sometimes you’d sing to her or tell her a story.

It was usually the most peaceful part of your day.

As long as Derek was snoozing in his recliner, that is. He usually took a nap after supper.

Like he needs it, you thought bitterly, going to the stairs with the baby bottle. A moment later, you were in the nursery and lifting Sienna from the playpen.

“Time for your bottle girlie,” you whispered softly. The baby instantly latched onto the bottle and began drinking down the formula.

“I promise, somehow we’re going to get out of this mess.” You told her.

Suddenly, Hook’s image came to your mind.

The way he ran to you when Derek was attacking you. The way he demanded to know where you were so he could help you… Even though he had no idea about Derek being abusive he still wanted to help you.

“If only,” you said again for the umpteenth time in the past couple of days.

Feeling a tickle in your chest, you turned your head to keep from coughing on Sienna, and let out a harsh couple of coughs. You could hear the rattle in your chest as you coughed and you worried about getting bronchitis or a respiratory infection.

“That’s all I need,” you thought out loud. “Especially if I pass this on to Sienna.”

You sat down in the little rocking chair next to the baby’s crib and rocked her as you fed her.

Within minutes, the infant finished the bottle of formula and had drifted off to sleep. So, you gently stood to your feet and deposited her into the crib, before heading to the bathroom and changing into your nightgown for bed. You decided to watch a little tv before you went to sleep so you could clear your mind.

Laying down on the bed, you turned the television on and flipped through the channels to find something to watch. You came up on TBS and paused hoping a good movie might be on. But alas, it was some wrestling program called AEW Dynamite. Rolling your eyes, you watched a moment just to see if it got interesting. Some long haired guy had just been “German suplexed”--according to the announcer, onto the hard canvas and the opponent held him there for two slaps of the canvas.

This is where you got interested.

There was something familiar about the wrestler that performed the beautiful German Suplex. He raised up, stood to his feet. And your jaw practically hit the floor.

Hook.

It was him!

He was real after all!

Tears burned your eyes for so many reasons then. One being that you weren’t going crazy. Another being the unfairness of meeting Hook in your dreams–why couldn’t you have met him in reality? And finally, the fact that you were married to Derek. He’d never let you go. And Hook would no doubt try to fight him. Which, seeing Hook in the ring showed you he could more than take care of himself, but still. Derek wouldn’t fight fair.

Shaking your head, you laid your head back against your pillow. “How is this possible?”

Growing sleepy despite being so shocked, you watched the rest of the program, hoping to see Hook again. But, no such luck. Disappointed at the end of the show, you closed your eyes to rest them a bit. In only seconds you were in your forest. Why you always met Hook here, you didn’t know. But it was absolutely beautiful.

“Y/N?”

You spun around and saw Hook jogging for you. You met him halfway and ran into his muscled arms. “I’m not crazy,” you exclaimed, smiling up at his face with tears in your eyes. “You’re real!”

“How do you know that,” Hook asked you, brushing some hair out of your face.

“I saw you on tv! You’re a wrestler!”

Chuckling, he nodded, and returned her hug. “That’s right. And I know you’re real too. I just do. In my soul.”

“Why did we have to meet like this,” you groaned. “Why couldn’t we have met in reality.

“We can, ya know?” Hook said. “Tell me where you are.”

“Not yet, Hook,” you replied softly. You actually had no intention of telling him where you lived, but you didn’t want to admit it to him and hurt his feelings. That was the last thing you wanted to do. “Maybe after we’ve gotten to know each other better.”

“But what if these dreams don’t keep happening,” he said. “I’ll never see you again.”

You swallowed hard. You’d actually thought of the exact same thing. But it was a chance you had to take. “I’m sure… I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in our dreams.”

“What are you so afraid of?”

You looked up at him. “I’m not afraid,” you lied.

“Liar.” A small smirk crossed his handsome face.

“I’m married, Hook. I’m not just going steady with someone, I’m married. Till death…” You shuddered, “Till death do we part.”

“You don’t sound so happy about that,” Hook’s brown eyes trained on your face. “There’s always divorce, you know?”

You scoffed. If he only knew.

“Yeah… I uh, I tried that and it didn’t go so well.”

“Let me guess, he fought you for most of the money, huh?”

What money, you thought to yourself. But you went along with his explanation. It was as good as any. “Something like that.”

“Okay, you wanted to get to know each other, let’s take a walk and talk a little.” He took your hand and guided you forward.

“How old are you,” you asked first. “You seem pretty young… I think I’m too old for you anyway, Hook.”

“Oh yeah? How old are you? I’ll tell you if you tell me.” “I’m (Insert your age).” “I’m twenty-four.”

“See?” “Not really. I see a beautiful woman that I want to be with.”

You flushed and turned your face away.

“Don’t tell me you don't feel the same way, Y/N. Because I can see you do.”

“It doesn’t matter, Hook. I can’t do this. Not romantically.”

He stopped walking when you did, scanned your face a moment with his dark gaze and said nothing for a long pause.

“Okay,” he finally said. “If friendship is all you want. I’ll respect that. No wait, I won’t either.” He rubbed his hand over his face. “Y/N, I’m falling for you. And like I said I always make sure I get what I want. I am going to fight for you. And I won’t stop till you’re mine.”

Your breathing went ragged and sharp. You didn’t know how to reply. You were frightened because you knew Hook spoke the truth, but despite your fear you found yourself encouraging him. “I don’t want you to stop. Just know that you have no easy task ahead of you.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Hook smirked at you and took your hand again, leading you down to a small river. You both sat down and dangled your feet in the refreshing waters.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, still holding your hand.

“Like what,” you asked, unsure of what you should or shouldn’t tell him.

“Well, let’s start light. What’s your favorite color?”

“Purple,” you said immediately. “Like light purple. Sort of lavender.” You angled your head and looked at him. “What about you?”

“Green,” he answered. “The color of fresh, healthy spring grass.”

“Lovely color,” you remarked. You were very aware as his thumb stroked over the back of your hand. “So you're single?”

“I am,” he replied. “But if I wasn’t, I would be now,” he said, staring at you purposefully.

“Do you like kids?”

“My turn to ask a question,” he teased, squeezing your hand gently in his. “Do you like kids?”

“Yes. I love them.” You hedged. “Do you?”

“Yes,” he answered. “I’ve not been around many, except for a few fans of my work, but yes, I love kids.”

“Tell me about your job,” you asked, subconsciously moving closer to him, “Does it hurt?”

“Some of it, yeah,” he admitted. “But some of it is just made to look like it hurts. For entertainment, of course. It’s a great job. I love what I do.” He looked over at you and smiled. “What do you do?”

“I…. don’t do anything near as glamorous as you. I just work at a department store and a convenience store.”

His eyes went a darker shade of brown then. “A convenience store,” he nearly demanded. “Like, as in the places that are notorious for being robbed?”

“It’s a job, Hook. And beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to income.”

“I want you to quit. Do something else. Anything else.”

“Okay, Tarzan,” you chuckled sarcastically, “I can’t quit one of my jobs. I need the money too badly.” You swallowed hard. “I’m poor, Hook. You might want to reconsider wanting to be with me.”

Hook’s face went mischievous. “Leave your husband and be with me. I’ll make sure you never have to work again.”

“I want to work.”

“You know what I mean. You could work if you chose to but you wouldn’t have to.”

You nodded, “I get what you mean. But, Hook, I can’t leave him. Maybe I am being punished for marrying the wrong man. Maybe meeting you is my punishment. I’m seeing what I could have had.”

“Maybe this is what we can both have,” Hook whispered, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. “I still want to kiss you.”

You smiled shyly and shook your head. “If you find me you can kiss me.” You froze then. The words were out. There was no taking them back. How could you be so careless? “I love a good dare,” Hook said, kissing your hand again. “And I never lose one either.”

You chuckled nervously. “I would expect nothing less,” you teased.

Suddenly, you were awakened to your alarm going off. Derek lay snoring beside you in the bed. Groaning softly in disgust, you climbed out of the bed and made your way to the bathroom to shower and start your day.

Why do my dreams have to be so quick, you wondered, starting the shower water. I don’t get near enough time with Hook.

Undressing, you stepped into the shower and cleaned up for the day ahead of you.

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“I think these heels would go perfect with your outfit,” you told a customer who had asked for your assistance in shoes. “They’re very elegant.”

“I think so too,” the customer gushed. “I think I will like this whole ensemble a lot.”

After a couple more minutes of chatting, you led the customer to the service desk in the center of the store and began ringing up her purchases. “Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

“No, I think this will do,” the customer replied, “Thank you.”

You scanned the last of the items and totaled the purchase. “That’ll be $146.57,” you told her. “Would you like to pay with your Beall’s charge card today? You’ll save fifteen percent if you do.”

“Yes, I think I will, thank you,” the woman replied, getting her card out of her checkbook. She handed it over to you and waited while you performed the transaction. The merchant copy of the receipt printed out and you handed her a pen, indicating for her to sign it, and then you quickly printed out her copy of the receipt.

“Thank you for shopping at Beall’s. Have a nice day,” you said with a smile and handed the woman her shopping bags. The woman smiled and nodded in return and then headed away toward the store’s entrance and exit, where she left and walked toward her car.

“Hon, you got a minute?”

You froze.

Derek. What did he want? The only reason he called you “hon” was for show amongst any customers and your co-workers.

“What is it, Derek? I’m at work right now.”

He put his arm around your shoulders and guided you toward the children’s department. “The guys want to go do some drinking,” he said in a low voice. “I need some money.”

You gaped at him. “What happened to your unemployment check? I-”

“Done spent it,” he said, a sheepish expression crossing his face. He pulled you behind a rack of onesies, and you knew it was to hide the two of you from view. You dreaded what would come next. “How much money have you got,” he asked.

“The only cash I have is for Sienna,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s for her formula. She’s almost out.”

His hand shot out and grabbed your arm. Discreetly, but very tightly. “I want that money.”

“You’re not getting it.”

You knew you would pay later, but he was not getting SIenna’s formula money.

“Give me the money,” he hissed, clamping his grip tighter on your arm.

You cried out very softly, knowing better than to make a scene. “She’ll go hungry, Derek. I don’t make enough milk for her. I can’t… won’t let her starve..”

“You’re gonna pay,” Derek growled in your ear, then he kissed the side of your head–for show–and laughed. “No problem, hon. I’ll see you after work.”

With that veiled threat, he left and you dreaded when you had to go home.

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