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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 24

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings:  implied fantasy smut.

“Hey…are you okay?”

Cinna nodded, smiling up at her friend, “yes-I just-it’s amazing to see how all of you have accepted me and my pups into your pack…”

“We may act like barbarians, but we are a very accepting group,” Nat smiled sweetly, “and anyways, you’re our luna.  Our pack has waited what feels like forever for you.  I don’t know if you noticed or not, but Bucky isn’t willing to compromise about things that he’s passionate on…and one of those topics is his mates.  He’s had offers for years to settle down with someone and for us to have a luna, but he wanted to have faith that he’d be okay…that he’d find the right one eventually.”

Cinna bit her lip, “I noticed.”

Yelena nudged her, “you’ve made our alpha very happy…I’ve never seen him like this.”

“N-not even with Steve?”

“It was…different with Steve…” Nat admitted softly, “not bad different, but they were young pups.  And Steve’s father wasn’t accepting of the pairing…and neither was his pack.  But we all get along well with the Stark pack.  He’s been kind to our alpha, and vice versa.  We are glad that he chose you!  He must really love you.”  

“Can I ask something, Nat?” she asked, “will-will you be honest with me?”

“Natasha is always too honest,” Yelena laughed as she continued on with their stroll, “don’t test that theory.”

“Do either of you think that it’s odd?” you asked, “we-we haven’t heard anything from Steve and Sharon…but they seemed pretty intent on war when we were at the Stark pack summit.”

“I think that if it was meant to be then it would be,” Natasha replied thoughtfully, “Sharon is a bully…but not truly powerful.  I think she’s only kept Steve around because she feeds off his power with her mark…but I don’t think that she’d truly last in a war.  Our pack would crush hers.  And I think that deep down, she knows that.  She’s an idiot, but not wholly suicidal.”

Cinna nodded, taking in the information as they started to come up to the training grounds, “you know, if you are interested in learning how to fight or protect yourself, we could always teach you…and believe it or not, Clint is a sigma.”

“A sigma?” she asked, her brows popping up in surprise, “I didn’t-he doesn-“

“Doesn’t come across as one?” Natasha smiled.  Cinna nodded, “we know.  Alpha Barnes…Bucky-he has a program for sigmas and omegas…anyone that really wants to better themselves at ignoring alpha commands during battles…Clint was a test subject of sorts.  He found out that if a designation is put in the right conditions, they can actually ignore alpha commands…”

“H-how does he do that?”

“It takes years of training!” Clint admitted, practically appearing out of nowhere, “we’ve been working on it since we were pups, because I had been taken as a POW in a war with another pack.”

“Clint was actually from a pack in the Midwest,” Yelena admitted, “our pack rescued him when he was what…eight?  Ten?”

“Six,” Clint corrected, “my pack was wiped out…Bucky’s father was the one who rescued me…me, Bucky and Natasha all came up together…”

“And then we got stuck with Yelena when my parents wanted another pup!” Natasha teased as she grabbed her little sister and pulled her close.

Yelena playfully snapped at her sister, and the two siblings smiled, pushing away from one another, “so, luna…what’s on the agenda for today?  We’re having a pack feast tonight, so-“

“Another one?”

“Alpha Barnes believes in celebrating life,” Yelena smiled, “our pack dynamics are a little…different than most.”

“I’ve noticed!” Cinna smiled, “but I love it here, and so do my pups…so I’m not complaining!”

“TO OUR LUNA!”

The drinks were thrown up in the air, chalices and glassware clinking wildly as the roar from the pack put butterflies in Cinna’s stomach.  She looked at Bucky and couldn’t help but swoon as she saw Saradia snuggling into his chest.

It was far past the three-year old’s bed time, but she’d wanted to be part of the festivities, much like Peter and Stevie, who were both animatedly talking with the other pups next to their own head table. 

Bucky reached out with his free hand and Cinna took it, longing to touch Bucky at any chance that she could. 

“Looks like you may have a new shadow, alpha!” Cinna teased, gesturing to her daughter who was basking in the fact that Bucky was holding her, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my fiery little sigma so attached to anyone…”

Bucky smiled at his mate, “I want a whole pack of pups, omega…I’ve always wanted that…and I think that Saradia sees that and feels safe with me.”

The three-year-old, who was trying so hard to stay awake nodded, shifting so that she could look at her mother. 

“Hello little one…”

“Our pack, momma…”

“Yes baby…this is our pack…”

“Daddy pack.”

Even knowing how close Bucky and her had become over the past few days, Cinna was still surprised to hear the words uttered from her lips. 

“Yes baby…” she smiled softly, her other hand reaching out to stroke her pup’s cheek.  She looked up at Bucky, “maybe I should put the kids to bed…it’s late.”

“Whatever you want, omega!”

“No, momma!” she begged, shifting out of Bucky’s arms and towards her mother, “wanna stay up…like Peter…”

“Peter and Stevie need to sleep too baby!” she cooed. 

“Uh uh!” she giggled, shifting out of the alpha’s arms entirely before running over to Peter and clinging to his side while she watched him interact with the pups from Bucky’s pack. 

“I-it’s nice…you know!” she admitted after a second, “seeing my pups together…having all of them here.”

Bucky reached out and was gentle in how he pulled his mate’s chair closer, before shifting her onto his lap.  He pressed a few soft kisses to her neck before she turned to look at him.

“I’m happy that you’re happy, luna…”

“I’m home!” she sighed softly, nuzzling against him, “home and with my pups…and my mate…how could I not be happy?”

“Luna?”

Cinna looked up, broken from her thoughts of her first night there, “I’m sorry, what?”

“We were asking if you wanted us to get the pups down for a nap before the festivities?” one of the caretakers asked. 

Natasha giggled from beside her, nudging her, “you thinking about your alpha over there?”

“Wh-what?”

Yelena rolled her eyes and left the group.  Cinna’s own eyes followed her, and that was when she noticed what had pushed her into a trance like state.  Bucky had been play-fighting with Saradia, Peter, and Stevie, showing them how to use the stick swords, laughing as he talked about the old, civilized way of fighting with a sword and shield. 

And the kids seemed like they were having the times of their lives, each of their little faces lighting up as they poked the big alpha with the fake swords while he attempted to outmaneuver them. 

But she had noticed the sweat that had formed on his tan, developed abdomen.  The droplets and how they had paraded between the ridges and valley of his deep cut abs. 

Her pupils dilated as she watched his form. 

‘Take the kids in!’ she whimpered softly, not bothering to spare the entourage a look.  They were quick in removing the giggling children.  She noticed the surprise on Bucky’s features, and how he was about to ask where they were taking the pups, until he saw his omega’s face. 

Until he smelled the scent of her arousal filling the air around him.  He smiled, stalking towards her, ‘omega…’

The simple call of her designation was enough to set her soul on fire. 

She growled at him, and he growled in response.  His chest heaved as he breathed in deeply to catch her scent, ‘smell so sweet, omega.’

‘Need you, alpha!’ she purred, feeling the butterflies moving from in her stomach to a tingling between her thighs.

‘Can smell you!’ he exclaimed, sweeping her into his arms.  She moaned, and her eyes closed as he pulled her into a searing kiss.  

‘Bucky!’

He growled yet again, and cupped her ass, squeezing the fleshy globes, ‘gonna put a pup in you, omega…’

‘Put a whole litter in me!’ she begged.

‘Never gonna stop!’ he growled between kisses as he slid his hand down her thigh and pressed her against the wall.  She moaned, feeling his hardened length only sheltered by his denim, ‘gonna keep you full, luna.  Gonna build up our pack with so many pups…’

“MOMMY!”

Cinna was shaken from her thoughts when she felt a set of hands wrap around her leg.  She smiled, seeing that Stevie had run up to her and was hugging her. 

Peter and Saradia were close behind, attacking her thighs with just as much energy as the alpha pup. 

“I made it first!” Stevie proclaimed happily.

“That you did, my little alpha!”

“Well, I got here second!” Peter grinned.

“Also true, my sweet little omega.”

“I made too!” Saradia frowned. 

She leaned forward and picked up her youngest, perching on her hip.  She kissed her cheek, “and my fearless little sigma…how could I forget you?”

She giggled as Bucky joined the group, fake sword perched on his shoulder, “I lost all my little soldiers…”

“Momma!” Saradia smiled, as though it were the most obvious thing.

“That’s right, little sigma,” Bucky grinned, pinching her cheek, “We always protect our omegas…especially our mothers and pups.  You three were right to come protect your mother…because I’m going to eat her next!”

The pups giggled as Bucky dropped his sword and scooped his omega into his arms, before peppering her face in kisses.

“No, daddy!” Saradia said quickly, trying to push Bucky’s face away, “you don’t eat momma.  She’s luna.”

“That’s right!” he proclaimed, pressing a kiss to Saradia’s cheek, “your mother is our pack’s luna…do you know what that makes you?”

“Princess?”

The boys laughed from between Bucky and Cinna, shaking their heads at their baby sister, but Bucky nodded as he plucked Saradia from Cinna’s grasp, “that’s right, Saradia.  You’re a princess.  You’re daddy’s little princess and princess over the whole pack!”

Her eyes seemed to light up as Peter looked at Cinna, “princesses don’t exist, do they, mommy?”

“Of course not!” Stevie laughed. 

“In Europe, they don’t go by pack leaders,” she reminded them, “they do call them princesses and princes…if we ever went, Bucky would be a king, and I would be queen of the Barnes pack…just as you two would be princes and Saradia would be a princess.”

“I’m a prince!” Peter smiled. 

“That you are,” she grinned, “come little pups…I came to get you because Natasha and Yelena reminded me about the feast tonight!”

Stevie’s eyes lit up, “another one?”

“Yes, another one…come on…I need to get the three of you bathed and napped beforehand.”

“But I’m not tired, momma!” Saradia whined.

“But if you nap, you can stay up with me and mommy…and Peter and Stevie,” Bucky reminded her gently, helping out in his own little way, “you can stay for the whole party.”

She seemed to think about it for a second before nodding, and reaching back out to Cinna, who was mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ to him. 

Bucky watched as Cinna got the kids all lined up and headed towards the packhouse.  He felt his inner wolf howling at how she walked away from him, hips swaying.  He breathed a deep sigh and paused. 

His brows furrowed as he noticed the sweeter scent. 

“You okay, alpha?” Sarah asked as she rejoined him after putting the swords away. 

Bucky nodded, “I just-my luna…she smells sweeter.  Have you noticed?”

Sarah shook her head, “sorry, Buck…wasn’t sniffing your mate…who knows…only time I’ve ever known her to smell sweeter though was when she’s about to go into a heat, or when she was pregnant…”

“Yeah…”

“I mean, you two did have that romp at Tony’s summit,” she laughed, nudging the alpha, “who knows indeed.  Maybe the Barnes pack is about to see their first heir through their alpha and luna.”

She laughed for a second, but stopped when Bucky’s eyes snapped to hers, and the realization hit him. 

“She’s been here four months, Sarah…” Bucky said quickly, eyes going wide, “I-she hasn’t had a heat since the night we sent each other into a breakthrough one…”

“Well shit,” she smiled, slapping the alpha on the shoulder, “looks like the Barnes pack might see it’s first heir after all…congratulations, Alpha…”

“Holy shit…” he murmured to himself, “i-it’s really happening…”

“So,” she smirked, “when are you going to tell Cinna?”

Chapter 25

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[abbatoirablaze]

Shameless, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of violence, slight angst, all the feels, mentions of mental illness and attempted suicide.

“What do you think we should do about it?” he asked softly. 

You shrugged your shoulders, your head cocking ever so slightly to the side, “what we always do…”

Tony chuckled and pushed a drunken Frank off of the porch.  He sputtered down the steps and came crashing at the bottom, glaring at you, “What the hell, Sofia?”

“Wrong house, Frank!” you reminded him as you leaned against the frame of the door while you held Anthony.

“I thought you said that your house was open to any Gallagher who needed some time or space away from the others!”

“My siblings,” you reminded him, “That rule didn’t apply to you!  And anyways, aren’t you looking after Grammy?”

“She’s taking up my room!” he growled, pushing himself off the concrete.  He brushed off his clothes and returned to glaring at you, “you know most children wouldn’t push their fathers off their porch-“

“Most fathers aren’t you, Frank!” Tony frowned as he moved to the top of the steps, “you know the rules.  You can’t come over unless Sofia invites you!”

“Bunch of bullshit that is,” he growls, “I wanted to spend time with my grandson.  With the latest addition to the Gallagher-“

“He’s a Markovich!” Tony said firmly.

“Oh whatever,” he growled, waving both you and your husband off, “I don’t need you anyways.  I know where I’m not wanted and I’m clearly not wanted here.”

“So glad that you received the memo, Frank!”

He glared at you once more, “you’re a frigid bitch, Sofia, just like your mother!”

“HEY!” Tony growled, starting down the steps. 

Frank scurried down the walkway and to the gate as Tony made a move towards him.  He threw himself over the fence and ran towards the back door, knowing that one was less likely to be locked. 

“Tony…”

“How on Earth do you guys manage to have the same genetics?”  he asked, “better yet, how did you come from him?”

“Just think…me and Fi were tied for first place in that race.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he spared another glance back to the neighboring house, “you going to be okay if I head over to the station a little early?”

“Yeah…still want me to show up to the station around lunch and guilt the chief into letting you take us to lunch?”

He smiled a little bit more as he walked back up the steps and towards you.  You leaned out the door enough for him to sweep you into his arms and kiss you. 

“Tony!” you giggled as you pulled away.  Your son was happily babbling between the two of you.

“I’ll see you at lunch!” he grinned, pressing another simple kiss to your lips before turning and heading down the walkway, “try not to get into too much trouble with your siblings while I’m at work.”

“No promises!” you teased.

“What if the drugs are really good?”

You frowned, hearing the voice of your sister’s friend just a few hours after the conversation you’d had this morning with your husband. 

“Well, she’s not a sibling!” you said more to yourself than your son as you pushed into the kitchen, “but don’t worry…we won’t hang out with her!”

“HEY THAT’S MINE!” Debbie growled, reaching for the magazine. 

“Debs, I need you to find the backpacks and any old school books!” Fiona ordered, “Carl put the daycare supplies back in the basement.”

“Okay!”

“Roger that!”

“Lip, you and Ian clean out the pool!  I think there’s a few surprises in there for you!”

“Anyone want breakfast?” you asked, looking to your siblings.

“Cereal!” Debbie said, pointing towards Ian.  He passed her the box of cereal and you frowned.

“You guys don’t want me to make anything?”

“Carl tell Lip to do it himself.”

“Lip, Ian says that you can do it yourself!”

“Carl, tell Ian he’s being a douchebag for not talking to me!”

“Ian, Lip said you’re being a do-“

But his mouth was covered up by Ian’s hand.

“Okay, whatever it is that you guys are still doing, I want it over before school starts!” she groaned, “so figure it out.”

“Mommy what’s my assignment?” Jasmine teased. 

You and a few of your siblings sneered, “anyone want me to take them school shopping?”  Tony left me his car?”

“I’ll go!”

“Me too!”

“Oh, me!”

All of you stopped talking when you heard your father upstairs, talking about coming down.  Lip stood, eyes wide, “it’s a rooster in the henhouse.  Hide the money!”

“Morning grammy”

“Morning!”

Everyone split off, Debbie hiding in the bathroom, and the boys all either going into the living room or out the back door.  Fiona hid the money and you stood against that corner, smiling at your grandmother.

“What are you doing here?” Frank growled, “kicking me out and off your porch wasn’t enough?  You trying to get the others to rebel against me too?”

“Wouldn’t take much!” you smirked.  Your father started whispering something to Fiona and you looped around them, going to your grandmother, “Look who I brought over, Grammy…”

“Aww, my great grandson!” she smiled, scooping him up into her arms, “god, he looks like my babies when I’d had them.”

“A thousand years ago!” Frank added in.

“You do realize you just insulted yourself, Frank, right?”

He sneered at you, and your grandmother gently nudged you, “don’t mind him.  He’s a cranky caregiver at best.”

He whispered something once again and started towards the living room.  She stepped forward, “Frank.  Give me two three-minute eggs, dry toast, and a cup of Maxwell house before we go to Indian Bingo!”

“I can make it grammy!”

“See, Sofia can make it.  I just want to-“

“Nonsense,” Grammy smiled as she passed your son back to you, “Sofia and Fiona probably have things to do.  You can make it.”

“You two have fun!” Fiona smiled, opening the fridge long enough to grab the eggs and pass them to Frank as he came back into the kitchen.

You turned to your sister, “I’m gonna find the kids…see who needs me to drive them around.”

“You have fun with that,” she laughed, “I’m going to go tell V and Kev about the boat.”

“Have fun with slut face Jasmine!”

She stuck her tongue out at you as she left the house.

“Kid…wh-what are you doing here?”

“Fiona kicked me out!”

Your eyes went wide, “What?”

“Fiona kicked me out of the house!”

You pushed past your little brother and started down the steps, “I swear to god I’m going to kick her ass.  She can’t just ‘go Fiona’ on whoever she wants to and expect people to stick around.  I’m gon-“

“I dropped out!”

You stopped on your heel and turned around, “what the hell are you talking about, Lip?  You dropped out?  WHY?”

“I-I can’t do it,” he said, shaking his head.  You watched as the tears came in and starting rolling down his cheeks, “I can’t be the golden goose, Sofia…I-“

You rushed up to him and wrapped your arms around him as he collapsed into you.  Your heart broke as he sobbed against your chest, “Lip, it’s okay.  It-“

“She wants me to stay in school…get some good job and make it big…but I know it’s just because she wants me to take care of her one day…I can’t handle that kind of pressure Fi Fi.  I can’t be everything she wants me to be…not when Karen is gonna have a baby, and I-“

It’s okay, Lip!” you repeated, cutting your little brother off as you stroked his hair, “hey, take a deep breath…just let it out.  I’m here for you.  You aren’t going to be out in the cold because you need some time to think.”

“I don’t need to think!” he said as he shook his head, backing away from you enough so that he could look into your eyes, “Sofia…I don’t want to focus on school.  Not when I’m going to be a dad.  I-I need to start watching out for me and Kar.  I need to-“

“You need to come inside, get a hot shower, let me make up the guest room and dinner for you, and you need to think.” You said firmly as you held his face in your hands, “you’re clearly overstimulated and you need a second to catch up and process everything.  Fiona’s never kicked any of you guys out, but she’s done this to me before.  Not because of school, but just because she was having an off day, and we went at it.  In her mind you challenged her…”

“So that means that she can punish me by kicking me out?” he growled, “Fi Fi, that’s not fair.”

“No one said it was fair, baby,” you sighed sadly.  He sniffled and you looked across the way.  The lights were still on in the house, but no one had come outside.  You looked back to your door, “let’s get you up and inside, okay?”

“You’re not gonna make me go back to school like Fiona wants, are you?”

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, Lip,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek, “you’re going to be seventeen…and you’re certainly smart enough to think for yourself.  But we are going to talk about your decision.”

“Sofi-“

“I’m not saying we have to do it tonight, or even next week,” you said softly as you cut him off, “tonight you just need to unwind.  You need to process and think about what you want to do…and then you need to look at your options…”

“What about Tony?” he asked, “won’t he be pissed that I’m staying with you guys?  Or-“

“Tony’s used to our craziness, Lip,” you laughed, “he’s used to my bipolar ass…just like he’s used to Frank being drunk in a ditch.  And Carl trying to mutilate something.  And Fiona going a step too far.  He’s used to the Gallagher effect.”

“The Gallagher effect,” he chuckled, “you make it sound like some scientific theory.”

“It is…if you’re a Gallagher, then you’re always dynamic.  There is no static point in our life.  We’re prone to fucking shit up and creating chaos.”

He chuckled, sniffling away the last of his tears, “and-and you won’t make me go back?  To the house, or Fiona?  Especially if I don’t want to go back to school?”

“I trust you!” you said simply, “I’m in your corner, Lip…now come on…it’s getting pretty chilly out…and you look like you haven’t had dinner.  Tony’s gonna be home soon, and Anthony is already asleep.”

“Thanks, Sofia.”

“Of course, Lip.”

“So, she just kicked him out?”

You nodded once more as your husband sighed.  The two of you were standing at the entrance of the guest room, looking in on an exhausted, but resting Lip. 

“Said he had to go to school or get out of the house…” you sighed before looking back to your husband, “I told him that he could stay here as long as he needed until he figured out what he really wants to do.”

“You’re not worried about Fiona coming after you, demanding that you return him, or convince him to go back to school?”

“Tony, Lip is smarter than all of us combined…” you sighed, “if this is what he wants to do, I’m going to support it.  Because out of all of us, he’s always been the one that can make up the most amazing plan.  It was his idea to start the squirrel fund when we were younger.  I know that he’ll figure out what he wants to do and do it well.”

“I don’t know about that,” Tony chuckled, “you and him were the only ones in your families to get perfect scores on your SATs.  You used to tutor your siblings.  Even him…don’t go giving him all the credit…I mean, he’s still a kid, Sofia…how do you know that he is going to make the choice this time around?  He could just be freaking out about Karen being pregnant.”  

“My point is,” you said slowly as you looked back into the room, “is that I trust him…I trust Lip with whatever decision that he wants to make…because I know that he’ll make the right one for himself.  He’s just worried.”

“Well yeah…he’s about to be a teen dad.”

“Which is why I’m here for him in any capacity that he needs it, Tony,” you admitted, “right now, he’s overwhelmed.  Fiona wants him to focus on school and get out of the yards.  He wants to be the dad that Frank never was to this kid that he’s just really getting used to the idea of.  I mean, shit, he knows that I don’t like Karen Jackson, but if she dumped that kid on him  tomorrow and he said he needed help, or that he needed to move in with us, I’d let him.  I’d help him any way that I could.”

“You’re a good sister, Sofia.”

“You’re not mad at that thought?” you asked softly, looking up at your husband, “you’re not mad at the idea that I’d let one of my siblings move in should they ever need it?  Or that I wouldn’t force them to go back to school?”

“You trust lip, and I trust you!” he said firmly, making your heart ache at the sweetness of your own words, “I trust whatever you would want to do, Sofia.  If your siblings wanted to move in and you knew that Fiona couldn’t care for them anymore, I’d let them.  If you told me tomorrow that you needed to give all the money you saved up to them in order to keep them afloat, I’d let you.  Those kids have seen you as the one that got to do the things that Fiona didn’t.  You graduated.  You got married.  You have a child.  But they never really saw you doing that and taking care of them.  Fiona would get them up for school, but you would make breakfast.  You would tutor them and get them extra little snacks or trinkets.  You would make sure that the birthday parties were planned, and you had a cake or something fun to do.  You were there just as much as she was, playing Superwoman, Sofia.”

“I just feel guilty sometimes,” you admitted, “I feel like sometimes I let Fiona take the lead, despite me being the older sibling.  I just let her take on all the responsibilities…I should have done it.”

“You were only older because they pulled you out of Monica first,” he reminded you softly, “and when she left you guys, you were in a psych ward from an attempted suicide because she took your pills away.  You needed that routine.  You needed the structure to keep you from collapsing in on yourself…and baby, I’m so proud of everything you did to keep yourself afloat while you helped your family.”

“Sometimes I feel like I abandoned them though.”

Lip flipped over and looked at you, tears in his eyes all over again.  You gasped, eyes wide.  Tears filled your eyes as he sat up, “You didn’t abandon us, Fi Fi….”

“Lip…”

“None of us ever thought you did,” he said quickly, closing the distance between the two of you.  You felt your husband let go of your waist as your brother swept you into his arms, and the two of you began to cry, “None of us ever thought you did that…”

“I’m like Monica, Lip…”

“You’re not!” he said urgently as he stroked your hair, “you’re nothing like her, Fi Fi.  You’re caring…and loving…and supportive…and you’ve done so much to make sure we didn’t end up in foster care…what’s happened isn’t your fault.  You’ve always tried to protect us, even when you couldn’t protect yourself.”

You sobbed into his chest, hearing the words from his mouth. 

All those years, when you were barely hanging on, when the meds were getting readjusted, you always felt like there was some part of you that was failing, because you weren’t doing as much as Fiona was to help out the house. You weren’t doing what you thought you should be doing for the family.

You weren’t the designated leader.

But hearing the words from his mouth was the vindication that you didn’t realize you needed.  Hearing him say those things gave you a strength that you didn’t realize you had. 

“Thank you!” you whimpered, your voice cracking as Lip held on to you.

Chapter 15

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings:  smut, unprotected sex, drunk sex, slight angst.

“Would you stop for two seconds?” he asked softly, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist to turn you to face him. You felt the tears pricking at your eyes and he gave you a sad look, “you don’t have to leave, (Y/N)!  Th-this doesn’t have to happen.”

“Sebastian, Chris was rig-”

“Don’t....” he said quickly, “Don’t get into that mindset.  What Chris said wasn’t right.  What you said was right.  You told him what you were feeling.  You told him what you saw.  I’m here for you and the kids.  He never was.  I love you-”

“Chris told me he loved me too,” you admitted, through your tears, “When we got pregnant with the kids, he told me it all the time.  He-”

You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours.  Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands tangled in your hair, keeping you against him.  You moaned as your back hit the wall, and your hands found their way around his neck as you clung to him.  Your lips worked in tandem, and you felt a high, but you pushed away, snapping out of it, when you felt his tongue entering your mouth.

“Sebastian...no...stop.  He-He wasn’t wrong.  W-he-we had sex!  Th-there’s something here.  It isn’t just you helping me out or being there.  We had sex!” you said, trying to justify it, “a-and you’re telling me that you love me...and kissing me...and you’re acting like you’re Johnny and Shay’s father.”

“You deserve this!” he chuckled drunkenly as he poured the last of the wine into your glass.  You giggled as you lifted it to your lips, the red slipping down your throat all too easily. 

You weren’t a drinker, but it had been a tough couple of months, and Chris had all but frayed the wires of your nerves.

“God do I ever!” you giggled, “I feel like I’m finally getting my bearings.”

“You’re doing amazing!” he said quickly as he dropped the bottle into the trash and made his way back over to the couch where you were sitting.  He was quick to catch your face between his hands, “you-you are doing so amazing!  And I know that you don’t hear it enough, or tell it to yourself, but I’m so proud of you.  Really!  You’re so fucking amazing!”

“You’re just being nice!” you giggled as you put your wine glass on the coffee table and put your hands over his, “you’re just-you're too nice to me, Sebastian!”

“Baby, it’s not that I’m too nice,” he chuckled softly, his eyes seeing deep into your soul, “I’m honest.  And I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

“You love the idea of me-”

“No, I love you!” he said firmly, “all I think about every morning is how you and the kids are doing...I-I love waking up to you making breakfast and Shayla babbling on and on because she is excited to see me too.  I love how Johnny shimmies in your arms when he sees me, but he stays in your arms because he’s a total momma’s boy.  I love getting back from a day of filming and it’s just the four of us...like our own little family.  I love the days off when we get to do little activities together...like going to the park or having tummy time with the twins.  The baths and bedtime stories...I love it all.”

“Sebas-”

You stopped speaking when his lips melted against yours. 

Your eyes fluttered closed, and a fit of butterflies erupted in your stomach.  You moaned against his lips, your brain still processing the fact that his lips were on yours and his hands were holding your face. 

But just as he went to pull away your lips responded in kind, working against his.  You let him push his weight against yours, and your leg slipped around his and to the other side of the couch as he laid you down. 

“Sebastian,” you moaned, feeling him slot himself between your thighs.  Your back arched, your breasts pushing into his face as he grinded his pelvis against yours.  You whimpered, feeling his hardened length straining against his jeans, “Se-Sebastian.”

“I wanna feel you, (Y/N)!” he begged softly, “I wanna be inside you.”

“Want you too!” you whimpered against his lips.  Your hands worked desperately at his pants, trying to free him.  His own hands slipped down to his pants, and he groaned when your hand slipped into them and wrapped around his cock.

“FUCK!” He groaned.  His lips slipped away from yours as you began to eagerly pump him, (Y/N)!”

“Sebastian!”

His lips parted in a silent moan as your finger swiped over his slit.  His hips stuttered as he pulled his jeans and boxers off in one fail swoop, moving your hands out of the way, “god damn!”

“Make love to me,” you begged, shimming down until his cock was pressing against your core; the only barrier between the two of you being your thin lace panties.  He groaned, his head falling forward ever so slightly.  His lips found their way to your jaw, and he kissed up it while the friction from the fabric of your panties made his cock twitch, “haven’t had sex since before the twins were born...since the second trimester....”

His lips found yours once more and you moaned as you tasted the sweetness from the wine on his lips.  His fingers were deft in how they pulled the wet lace from your core, and slipped them to the side, allowing his cock to probe at your entrance. 

You gasped as you felt his tip slowly starting to stretch you.  Your head fell back and lulled to the side as he split you open.  One hand balanced his weight beside your head, and the other he used to pull your body close to his as he buried himself to his base. 

“SEBASTIAN!” you moaned loudly, feeling just how well he not only filled you, but stretched your tightened hole, “oh god...”

“Fuck!  I’ll give you everything, baby!” he promised as his hips moved teasingly slow.  Your thighs clenched when he pulled out, and your legs wrapped around his waist.  Your heels dug into his ass, pushing him back into you, “want me inside you?”

“Want you!” you begged, your mind gone as you became cock drunk.  You pulled his face back to yours and connected your lips once more.

“Want you!” he breathed against your neck as his hips continued on the teasingly slow pace he’d used once he came down from his first high inside of you, “Want you all the time, (Y/N)!  I love you baby.  So beautiful.  Such a good mommy to the babies...fuck, I wanna fill you up and watch you swell with our baby...wanna fuck you full of me and know that I put one in you ...watch you be such a good mommy to our baby too...”

Your core clenched at the little words of praise coming from his lips and the thought of having a child with him.  You could feel the way his cum warmed you, and you shifted arching your body against a little bit more.  The fantasy of him fathering one of your children turned you on even more as you whimpered, “Love the way you fill me up!”

“I love you!” he uttered once more as he peppered kisses up and down the column of your throat.  You whimpered again as the warmth of his lips felt like fire trailing up and down your body, wiping away the sweat from the sexual feast that the two of you had engaged in after you got the twins to sleep, “I love you so much, baby...”

“I-”

“Don’t say it, yet!” he begged, his hips picking up their pace yet again, “I-fuck, I’m close again, baby...I want you to say it as I cum...please...tell me it when I cum again.”

You nodded, pulling his face back to yours so that you could connect your lips once more.  His kisses were distracted, and you knew it was from his impending orgasm.  One hand wrapped around his chest, and your nails dug into his back, while your other hand got lost in his hair, pulling and tugging on it.  His hips had an unven rhythm and you knew just why.

“FUCK!” he growled, breaking the kiss, “I-I’m gonna cum...baby I’m gonna cu-”

“I love you!” you called out as your own orgasm hit you like a freight train.  Your core spasmed around his cock, milking the already sensitive appendage.  Your hands both went around his neck, and you pulled his body closer to yours, while your hips locked around his waist, your entire body spasming with please, “FUCK, SEBASTIAN!”

“FUCK!” he growled as he came.  His jaw dropped and his eyes closed.  You felt him pulsating inside of you as a new feeling of warmth filled your abdomen, “oh, oh god!”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his weight pressed into you, his body giving away the last of the energy it held as he emptied himself into you.  His lips found your neck, and you felt the heavy breathing against it, intermingled with kisses and light nips.

“I love you!” you whimpered softly, repeating how you felt about him. 

“I love you!” he mimicked, his voice sounding drained of all energy as he sighed, “you...you and the twins are my world, (Y/N!)  Love you so fucking much.”

You smiled, feeling the same genuine happiness you allowed yourself to feel since the day Chris showed up at Sebastian’s place. 

After your argument with him, and a small one with Sebastian, where he begged you to stay, he started doing even more for you and the kids.  He started looking at a bigger apartment and had moved the four of you into a two bedroom, where you and the twins shared a room. 

But then you noticed all the little things that Blake had pointed out to you.

He never looked at another woman.  And he always checked on you and the twins to make sure you guys were okay even if he’d had a long day filming and was beyond tired.

On long days, he insisted that you come to set, and he was always taking every break that he had doting on you and the twins.

He was there for you in so many ways, that you eventually found yourself feeling domesticated with him. 

You started making more meals for the four of you, and you noticed just how much the twins really did love him.  So, when Shayla’s first word was ‘da-da,’ at six and a half months, you knew that you couldn’t avoid your feelings anymore. 

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” he asked, even though he knew his own schedule like the back of his hand.

“It’s your day off...” you reminded him softly as you fed Johnny some strained pears, “you know that, goofball!”

He smiled as you got up, and he put another spoon full of the pureed strawberries near Shayla’s mouth, “I was thinking we could go out to the park...nice day for a walk with the twins...then go to that art exhibit that just opened up.  I know that you were talking about it with Blake the other day…“

“That’s really how you want to spend the day?” you teased, “walking through Central Park and going to an art instillation?”

“Why not?”

You bit your lip as you came back with the lids for the baby food and you shrugged, “if you want to...”

“Yeah...” he smiled, “spend the day with my little buddy and two favorite girls.  I-”

“Da da.”

The two of you froze. 

Your eyes went wide, and both you and Sebastian looked at Shayla.  She was reaching out to him.

“Did she just say-”

“Da da!” she repeated, her little chubby hands trying to reach for him, “Da da!”

You gasped, rushing up to her, “oh my god...Shayla...”

“Did she just call me da da?”

“Sebastian, that was her first word!”

He seemed to process what just happened, and his own eyes went wide.  The spoon clattered to her tray and his lips parted.

“Da da!” she whimpered, straining to reach for him.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you sniffled. He looked at you, “I -I swear I didn’t teach her that or anything.  I-”

“She called you da da...”

“(Y/N), I-”

“Pick her up, da da,” you sighed gently, your eyes meeting his.  There was a silent look between the two of you, “it-it’s okay...you’re da da to them...we both know it...don’t apologize for that.”

He nodded before turning his attention to her, a big grin on his face, “Did you just say your first word, baby girl?”

“Da da!” she whimpered, wanting him to pay attention and pick her up. 

His grin got wider as he pulled her out of her chair and spun her around.  She squealed in excitement as he peppered her face in kisses, “did you call for me, baby girl?  Did you-”

“Da da!” she squealed, her little hands grabbing at his face once more when he finally gave her the attention that she wanted, “da da.  Da Da!”

The surprise in your eyes...and the love in his when she said it.  He was so shell-shocked.  He stopped feeding her, frozen for a second, until she said it again, reaching out for him. 

You couldn’t ignore your own feelings. 

Not after that. 

And soon you’d found yourself in his bed at night. 

The room you and the twins stayed in slowly became the room for the twins, and you found yourself moving more and more of your stuff into his closet, until he finally pulled your dresser into the room. 

The Gossip Girl cast was even more supportive of it, saying that they hadn’t seen him so happy.  And things were like a dream. 

Even when you were terrified when he got a new role on the show ‘Kings,’ he never faltered.  The twins and you had passports and you shot up to Canada to do some of the filming before they found a base in New York. 

And before you knew it, you were celebrating your one-year anniversary with him, telling him you loved him while the two of you christened the newer, bigger apartment that had two bedrooms and a loft.

Chapter 7

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Surrogate Luna Master List

Being an unmated omega after a certain age is dangerous to a pack, especially when you have no prospects of a mate.  Alpha Potts hid his daughters away from most of the other packs to ensure that they remained pure, but things changed when Alpha Stark took over their pack. 

And Pepper Potts younger sister did what was best for the pack when Alpha Tony Stark mated her sister. 

He agreed to let the Potts Pack merge with his, so long as she became a tribute to the omega program where unmated alphas of higher status can choose them to provide them with heirs to their packs. 

Cinnamon has taken the oath that will allow her pack freedom within Alpha Starks empire. 

But she didn’t realize the cost.

Chapters

Finally eighteen

The First Alpha

Steve Rogers

Surrogate Luna

Split Pack

The Rogers Pack She Wolves

Poisoned

Threat Of Exile

Drugged

Truly Alone

Time Doesn't Heal All

Forced To Your Knees

Bow To The Alpha

Star Crossed Lovers

Martyr

Feral

The Sigma

The Summit

The White Wolf

An Open Promise

The Start Of A War

Under The Light of A Full Moon

Together Again

A True Alpha

Love And War

The Diversion

Traitor In Their Midst

Under Attack

The Final Frontier

Endings Beginnings

Chapters will have individual warnings, but there will be darker elements within the story including: manipulation noncon relationships, cheating, abuse, violence, etc

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Deal With The Devil, Chapter 6

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings: gun violence, mentions of a gun, threats of gun violence, mental abuse, forcing a child to use a gun on a parent, angst, sexual situation, manipulation, morally grey sexual interaction, jealousy. 

Inez stood at the foot of the bed, glaring at the mess in front of her. 

Steve was sprawled out on the large bed, face down, a sheet covering just enough of his ass that she could only see the firm globes swathed in silk.  His strong, large back had red scratches lining it, and it drew an irritated feeling from the pit of her stomach, knowing that someone else was marking up her fiancé even if she didn’t want the relationship with him in the first place. 

Steve had managed to confine himself to the bed, his mess of his own seed staining the silken sheets and the women’s clothing that was an obvious afterthought in cleaning himself up in his drunken stupor. 

But the women.

The women and the mess they had created was everywhere. 

Liquor was spilt on the bed, and puddles of it were pooling on the black marble floor, making the glow from one of the windows fill the room with the scent of stale vodka. 

Thongs, dresses, and stilettos led from the hallway all the way to the bed. 

One of the girls had barely made it to the bed, and was hanging off of it, ass up in the air while her top half hung to the floor. 

Inez sneered and lifted her arms over her head, pondering just how to wake them up.  The barrel of the gun she’d found in Steve’s office grazed her ear while she remembered the life lessons her mother had instilled in her about cheating men.

“Cheating men are like dogs,” her mother said simply, the thick accent sounding like a hiss in the early morning as she put the gun in her daughter’s hand and aimed it at Howard Stark’s groin, “they are stupid and useless when they’re left to their own devices.  They need to be taught lessons.  To-”

“But mommy!” she whined as the tears streamed down her cheeks, “I don’t wanna hurt daddy.  I-“

“That’s why we train them!” she told her daughter as she pointed the gun at her husband, “tell her, Howard!”

“Maria-“

“Your father cheated,” she frowned, snarling at her husband, “because he’s a dog that goes back to his old ways unless he’s reminded!  I’ve given your father everything.  Made this house a home.  Given him your brother and you…gave him the best years of my life.  And how does he repay me?  With fucking your nanny.”

“Mommy-“ the four year old cried, shuddering at the thought of how she was forced hold her father at gunpoint. 

“You will be strong!” she told her daughter firmly, while she shook. 

“I don’t wanna hurt daddy!”

“Dogs will learn!” she argued as she forced her to pull the trigger.

“Steve…” Inez said gently as her heels clicked around the bed and she moved to the large bay windows, pulling them open so that the light filtered into the room, “Steveee, wake up.”

The man sighed sleepily, flipping over onto his back, “hmmm?”

He reached out but was unsurprised when his hand didn’t come in contact with another body.  What he was surprised about was when the clicking stopped, and the bed dipped. 

And then two firm thighs planted themselves on either side of his abdomen.  His cock twitched, blood rushing to the appendage and waking up before he was understanding what was going on. 

He groaned happily, his hands sliding up her bare thighs and cupping her plump ass, “one hell of a wakeup call, Inny…thought you didn’t like me, hmmm?  What changed, bunny?  You decide that you’re over playing hard to get?”

“Oh, I don’t like you in the slightest,” she smiled sweetly.  Steve frowned when he felt the cool metallic kiss of his gun pressing under his jaw, “I already woke up your little whores and kicked them out, sweetie.  But I think that it’s time for you and I to talk…husband and wife.”

His hands slid up from her ass, and to her waist, “you really want to start off our marriage like this, Inez?  Holding a gun to my head?  How far do you think you’ll get if you pull the trigger, hmm?  Do you think big brother is going to let you slide if you kill a son of the five families?  If you kill your soon to be husband?”

“The gun may be under your jaw, but it’s just the physical one,” she smiled.  He opened his eyes and glared at her, “you’re the one that asked for my hand in marriage.  You held the metaphorical gun to my head with my brother and forced me to agree to it.”

“You can walk away at any time, Inez…no one is forcing you into this!”

She scoffed, “just like a man to say that.  You don’t understand the duty I have just by Tony agreeing to it…I can’t walk away from this Steve.  You and I both know that.  If I did, I would have more than just a metaphorical gun pointed at my head.  I’d be dodging bullets the rest of my life.”

“So, what is it that you’re hoping to gain from putting a gun to my head, hmm?”

“You know, my mother taught me all about the expectations when I was growing up…taught me that a man should never put his hands on me, despite what she was brought up in…and that a man should know his place just as much as a woman knows hers.”

“And what’s my place, Inez?”

“You demand respect…well so do I,” she said firmly, “you demand loyalty, and honesty, and that I’m a dedicated spouse…well guess what, Steve, so do I.  That means no cheating.  No being a man whore…no lying to me.  If you want this empty mansion to turn into a home, if you expect me to be waiting here for you every night like a good little wife, you must know your place too!”

“That all?” he taunted as he eyed her up and down, “because you crawled into my bed…and while you may have a gun to my head, you’re also straddling me in what seems like the tiniest little pj set you could find…almost seems like you are jealous that I got a little something something before we commit ourselves to each other and you want a taste before we say that cursed ‘I do.’  That what you want, Inny?  You wanna feel what I’ve got underneath this sheet?”

“Do you know what my mother taught me when I was younger, Steve?” she mused, “do you know what I learned from her?  What I learned to do?”

His hands slipped under the thin, short robe she wore, and his brow raised as he pushed her shorts to the side, his fingers tracing deftly along her already slippery folds, “she tell you to always be prepared for your husband?”

She frowned, and her nose twitched as she sneered at him. 

Before he could think about it, she’d moved the gun quickly and slammed the butt against his brow, creating a cut on it.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he seethed from beneath her. 

It was like she could sense his actions before they happened, and the gun was back up under his jaw keeping him in place.

“Men like you are dogs,” she spat, glaring down at him, “men like you need to be trained, because you’re stupid and useless otherwise…sticking your dick wherever you feel like…thinking you own everyone and everything while you throw temper tantrums over boroughs.  Guess what, Steve!  You don’t own everything.”

Steve clenched his jaw.  There was a large part of him that was pissed off.  No one stood up to him, let alone took it upon themselves to injure him.  Those who would chance it would be dead moments later. 

But her…

There was something dangerous and sexy in the way her robe barely covered her.  How her breasts were heaving in anger over the fact that he’d fucked women in their bed the previous night.  How she was holding a gun to his head.

She was jealous.

Steve knew that she wouldn’t shoot him with the way that she looked at him.  And that was when he made up his mind. 

He was methodical in his takeover. 

Her robe flew open, and Steve noticed the barely there cami that was cropped just beneath her breasts, the silk matching shorts that barely covered her ass.  The fact that she was wearing ‘fuck me’ stilettos, and her legs had instinctively wrapped around his lithe waist while he pressed his hips against hers. 

The gun was ripped from her hands, and he’d had it beside her head in a second, while his other hand had grabbed both of hers, keeping her hands pinned above her own head. 

Her chest heaved even more, and Steve felt the urge to let go of her hands just to tear her shirt to shreds and attack her chest. 

He was turned on beyond belief at how his fiancé had woken him up. 

“If I’m a dog, you’re a jealous bitch in heat!” he growled at her as he eyed her outfit once more, “claiming you don’t like me, but coming in here dressed like that.  Scaring off those strippers with a gun and straddling me…you want a piece of me, Inez.  You wanna know if what they were moaning about last night was real…”

Her eyes snapped to his as he ground his erection against her.  Her eyes widened as his cock bumped against her core; the only thing keeping him from sheathing himself in her was the soft satin shorts she wore. 

“S-Steve-“

“Oh no, sweetie…you don’t get to do a wake-up call like that and then pretend to be an innocent little thing.  I’m seeing you.  The real you.  The one that no man has ever seen before.  You’re a sexy little minx alright,” he growled sensuously as his lips attacked her neck.  She shivered at the little nips and kisses.  Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to grind his erection against her.  Her breathing quickened and her back arched upwards, pressing her chest against his.  He smirked, feeling how her nipples had pebbled against him, “you might have been protected when you were younger, sheltered from our big bad world while your parents were alive, but things have changed, Inez.  Now you’re my wife…and I’m going to take what’s mine after we say I do.  I’m going to make you scream my name, and ruin that perfect, slutty little hole.  Before the night is over, I’m going to make you beg me for more…beg me to put a little baby Rogers in you…fuck, if I wanted to put a little bastard in you right now, I think you’d let me.  So desperate for love and attention.  Such a whore for the idea of a good fuck.  You’d let me do it without a second thought.  You’d let me fucking ruin you and you’d love every second of it.”   

“S-Steve….”

“Just like that,” he growled as he went back to attacking her neck and moving his lips down over her chest, “only you’ll be screaming it in our big, empty mansion…again and again, and-“

“Steve, wait!”

“No bunny…there’s no waiting,” he growled as he ripped her cami in half and nipped at her breasts, “there’s nothing stopping me from claiming my pretty little bride and making her cum all over my cock.  You wanna train me, baby…go ahead.  Make my cock crave that slutty little hole.  Make me regret bringing those whores home and fucking them in our bed.  Show them all that you own me.  Make that tight little cunt milk my cock every fucking day!”

With every sentence he ground his hips against hers, making his hardened cock rub against her satin shorts.  Through teary eyes she watched the men at the entrance of the bedroom while Steve’s precum mixed with her arousal, ruining the shorts, “S-Steve-“

“I’m gonna ruin you, bunny!” he promised firmly as he shifted his fiance’s shorts to the side and started tapping his cock against her mound, “gonna fuck that cunt nice and-“

“Hey boss…hate to bother ya, but we kind of have a problem,” Sam said from the door.  Steve froze, his head turning to look over his shoulder at the man who’d spoken to him.  Inez’ gaze remained on the man beside him though, horror coating her very soul as Bucky looked like his heart was breaking.  Tears had been streaming down her cheeks while Bucky’s fists remained clenched at his side, “you know…no rush…fuck your girl…but we kinda have an issue with Barton.”

Steve’s head turned back from Sam and Bucky to that of Inez; a dangerous look in his eyes as he stared her down, “we’ll finish this later bunny…but don’t think you’re not getting punished for this little stunt.”

She whimpered as Steve rolled off of her and went to the walk-in closet to get dressed.  Inez pulled at her robe, closing it once more, as her gaze left the two men still at the door. 

Sam was chuckling, but Bucky had turned away from her; regret filling every fiber of his being because he didn’t take his shot last night.

Chapter 7

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of murder/death.

“It’s time, my child…”

Aria looked at her ring in horror, seeing the names lighting it up. 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester.

Her breath stole away in her throat as she turned it, hoping to be transported to the spot where they were. 

And she gasped when she saw that it was in a motel room. 

Blood had seeped into the sheets from their bodies.  And Aria felt compelled to kill the two hunters that were going through their stuff. 

But she was frozen in place as she heard a voice whispering into her ear, “this is not your choice.”

She tried to fight against it but couldn’t.  And as the rage built within herself, she screamed, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to harm the two men that had killed Sam and Dean. 

But then she froze. 

Where were their souls?

Had another reaper already claimed them?

“You’re here for a different reason, Aria.”

“WHO’S THERE?”

“This was meant to happen,” the voice proclaimed, “now you need to help them come back…”

“Come back?”

Everything went pitch black. 

There was no explanation as she felt herself being pulled past what she’d known and thrown into something too unfamiliar to herself. 

But when she turned, her heart felt like it was breaking.

July 4th, 1996. 

Bobby had been called away on a more intense hunt than John was, and you, Dean, and Sam were in the middle of some field, celebrating on your own little fourth of July.  Sam had just turned thirteen a few months ago, which made Dean halfway through being seventeen.  And she’d just turned nine. 

Dean had found some illegal fireworks and wanted the three of them to be able to celebrate the fourth. 

She felt dizzy as she watched the fireworks light up the field the three of them were standing in.  She and Sam were dancing among the falling streams of explosives, while Dean stared on, looking at Sam and her with such happiness.  She couldn’t believe that she’d never seen how he’d looked before. 

And then it all disappeared.  And Dean was standing alone in the field. 

“Sam?” he asked, turning around, “Hannah?”

He stopped when he saw her, standing halfway between baby and himself. 

“What did you do?” she asked slowly, tears pulling at the corners of her eyes as she shook her head, “what did you and Sam do, Dean?”

“Why are you here?”

“I-I don’t know…” she said quickly, backing away from him, “i-I heard someone telling me that-“

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“I didn’t do anything, Dean!” she answered, “all I know is that I was drawn to the motel room and then-“

“The motel…”

She nodded, “we have to get back, Dean.  Something is wrong!”

He nodded as well, agreeing to put whatever was going on for the time being on the backburner as he led her to baby. 

“Dean.  Dean!”

Dean looked around the car, until he’d recognized that Cas’ voice was coming from the speakers.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked her.  Aria shrugged, and Dean looked at the radio, “Cas?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he confirmed, “I’m here!”

Dean and Aria got into the car, “you got to stop poking around in my dreams.  I need some me time!”

“Listen to me, very closely,” he said urgently, “This isn’t a dream.”

“Then what is it?”

“Deep down, you already know.”

Dean looked at the windshield for a second and took a deep breath, “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.”

“Where am I?”

“Heaven.”

“Heaven?” Dean asked, glancing to Aria, “then why is Hannah here?  How did I get to heaven?”

“Please, listen to me. This spell, this connection-it’s difficult to maintain,” Cas admitted, “I don’t have much ti-“

“Wait, if I’m in heaven, where’s Sam?”

“What do you see?”

“What do you mean, what do I see?” he asked.

“Some people see a tunnel or a river, what do you see?”

“Nothing-m-my dash,” he stuttered, “I’m in my car, with Hannah.  I’m on a road.”

“Aright, a road.  For you it’s a road,” he confirmed, “follow it, Dean.  You’ll find Sam.  Follow-“

But the connection cut out.  Dean looked to Aria, “Hannah-“

“Aria-“

“What?”

“My name, it’s Aria, Dean.”

“Wh-what are you really, Aria?”

“The daughter of death and another reaper,” she admitted, “I-“

“Why am I here?” he asked, “did you bring me here?  Why don’t I remember-“

“I didn’t bring you here, Dean,” she said quickly as she reached for her ring, “I saw your name on my-where’s my ring?”

“Your what?”

“My ring!” she said nervously as she began to search the car for it, “my reaper’s ring.  It shows me who died, and allows me to transport myself and their soul.  I-“

“Great, so find your ring and take me to Sammy!”

“That’s just it, Dean.  It’s missing!” she cried, looking back to him, “when I was in the motel room to collect your souls I had it  but-“

“You were there!”

“I arrived after,” she told him, “I went to collect your souls, but they were already gone.  And when I got there, someone was stopping me from killing the hunters that killed you and Sam, and-“

“WHO!”

“I DON’T KNOW,” she yelled in anger, “I COULDN’T SEE THEM.  I COULD ONLY HEAR THEIR VOICE!”

“So, an angel?” he asked, “an angel must be doing this to trick me so that I say yes to Michael.  And they have Sammy now too!’

“W-we’ll figure this out, Dean, I promise!”

“you’re damn right we will,” he growled, starting the car and driving down the road, “were’ gonna beat these assholes at their own game, get Sammy back, and come back.”

The rumbling stopped, and Aria ran into the room, “guys.  We have to go!  Now!”

“Hannah?”

“Uh, Aria, actually!” Dean corrected.

“Dean what the hell was that?”

“I don’t know, but we are taking the escalator back downstairs!” Dean tried to joke as he made his way to the stereo and started messing around with it, “Cas!”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asked.

“Like you’ve lost your mind!” he said nervously.

“Castiel talked to him before in the car’s stereo!” Aria answered.

“He was using this ‘phone home’ radio thing,” Dean confirmed as he hit the top of the stereo once more, “Cas!”

“I can hear you!” Cas answered, appearing on the television.

“CAS!  HEY!”  Dean replied, “so uh, So I found Sam.  But something-something just happened!  There was this weird beam of light!”

“Don’t go into the light!”

“Okay, thanks Carol Anne!”

“Castiel is right…going into the light is a bad thing!” Aria confirmed.

“Aria?”

“I’m here!”

“Use your ring to bring them back with you-“

“She lost it!”

“Oh no,” he muttered, “this is very bad.”

“I didn’t lose it,” she argued, “someone took it from me before they brought me to Dean.”

“Not what…who!  Zachariah.  He’s searching for you, and he must have used Aria as a way to get to Dean.  He’s tracking the three of you through your greatest memories.”

“A-and if he finds us?”

“It’d be bad!” Aria answered.

“Bad, bad how?”

“You can’t say yes to Michael and Lucifer if you’re dead!” he answered, “so Zachariah needs to return you to your bodies!”

“Great.  Problem solved!”

“No, you don’t understand,” Cas argued, “you’re behind the wall.  This is a rare opportunity.  Reapers don’t even get to see what’s back here.”

“It’s true!” she confirmed when Sam and Dean looked at her.

“An opportunity?” Dean asked, “for what?”

“You need to find an angel.  His name is Joshua.”

“Hey man, no offense, but we are kind of ass-full of angels here, okay?” Dean asked, “you find him!”

“I can’t!” Cas growled, “I can’t return to heaven!”

Dan and Sam stood in silence for a second, “so what’s so important about Joshua?”

“Rumor is, he talks to god!”

“And?” Dean asked, “So?”

“You think maybe, just maybe, we should find out what the hell god has been saying?”

“Geez, touchy!” Dean sighed.

“Please,” he begged, “I just need you to follow the road.”

“Why, Cas?”

“Caitlyn never resurfaced after they unleashed death.”

“YOU TOLD US CAITLYN WAS SAFE!” Dean growled.

“I-I don’t know where she is,” he admitted, “but Joshua would know.  He would-“

“And why would he know, Cas?” Sam asked, “why would it matter where Caitlyn is?”

“Because Adam and Caitlyn could have also been vessels for Michael and Lucifer,” he told them, admitting a half truth, “and with Adam gone, and Caitlyn missing, if Sam doesn’t get back down there, there’s a chance that Lucifer might go after her.”

The two brothers looked at one another, horror filling their mind as the angel’s words processed. 

“What road?” Sam asked.

“It’s called the axis mundi,” Cas answered, “and it’s the path that runs through heaven.  Different people see it as different things.  For you, it’s two-lane asphalt.  The road will lead you to the garden.  You’ll find Joshua there.  And Joshua can take us to god.  Who will tell us what happened to Caitlyn and return you two to Earth.  The garden.  Please.  Hurry!”

“Why aren’t we seeing any of your memories, huh?” Dean growled, trying to break away from his argument with Sam while he looked at Aria, “Where are your greatest hits, huh?”

“I don’t get to have a spot in heaven Dean,” she admitted tearfully, “i’m a Nephilim.  That means when I’m gone, I’m just gone.  There’s nothing for me.  I end up in Purgatory.”

“Purgatory?”

“She doesn’t have a soul!” Sam said quietly. 

The two brothers looked away from Aria, the moment much more solemn than it was a few moments ago.  Until what was a spotlight shown down on the trio.

“Zachariah!” she urged, eyes going wide.  She grabbed each of the brothers, and began pulling them towards the woods, “GO!  GO!”

The three of them ran until they found a  drop in the ground, where they could hide behind a fallen tree.

“Wow,” Zachariah said dryly, “running from angels, on foot.  In heaven.  With out-of-the box thinking like that I’m surprised that you three haven’t stopped the apocalypse already!”

He snapped and the darkness turned into daylight as he turned, “Guys.  What’s the problem?  I just want to send you back to earth, that’s all.  That is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones.  You’re on my turf now.  And by the time I’m through with you, you’re gonna be begging to say yes.”

“Run!” she urged, pulling the brothers with her.  He turned once more, seeing them heading down a path.

“Guys, come on.  you can run.  But you can’t run!” he teased, appearing in front of them as they rounded a corner.  They turned, trying to outrun him, but stopped once more when they saw a man in a pair of jeans and a black wifebeater, with a gold cape and a luchador mask. 

“Hurry.  This way!”

“What the hell?”

“Follow him,” a voice within Aria urged, “Follow him!”

“I think we should follow him!” she told Dean as she started walking towards the man.

“What?” Dean asked, eyes wide, “are you on something?  That guy looks like a psycho!”

“A psycho who’s trying to hide his identity from angels.” she pointed out as she pulled Dean along, who in turn pulled Sam with him.  They went a few steps further and he drew a sigil on the door, before ushering the trio in.

“Wait.  Who are you?” Sam asked.

The man pulled off the mask and cape and turned to them, “buenas dias, bitches.”

“Ash?”

He clapped and the place lit up.  It looked similar to the roadhouse, “welcome to my blue heaven.”

“My god,” Dean chuckled as he stepped down into the main bar area, “The roadhouse.  It even smells the same.”

“Bud, blood, and beer nuts,” he admitted, “it’s the best smell in the world.  HOw about a cold one.  Up here.  No hangover.”

“So, no offense-” Sam asked as he put two cans on the bar.

“How does a dirtbag like me end up in a place like this?” Ash asked, cutting him off, “I’ve been saved man.  I was my congregation’s number-one snake handler.  And thanks here, to this pretty little thing for vouching for me at the pearly gates.  Yeah.  I was told bout what you did for me, sweetheart!”

Sam and Dean looked at Aria for a second, and she looked away, taking a sip from the beer she was handed.

Chapter 15

[abbatoirablaze]

Siren Song, Supernatural

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  fighting/violence, mentions of death and being stabbed

You looked up from the paper, eyeing up the girls, “That’s the third one that’s been recent enough…you guys need to be careful.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes, “it’ll be fine.  They all pled guilty.  It’s not like any of the guys had any idea they were doing it.”

“We even implanted the idea so far in the back of their minds that they forgot about us entirely,” another one of the girls, Aurora, added in, “they won’t have any clue.  And anyways, who would believe them?  They’d just look like another crazy guy who killed some bitch in his life for a younger, hotter woman!”

You looked to your older sister, “Ariel?”

“We made a lot of dough,” she half-argued, “and anyways, Nick is keeping us safe.”

You paled as your stomach turned, “Nick is here?”

“Relax, baby sis.  Big bro doesn’t want a piece of you.  You screwed that up when you had the chance,” she laughed, “he’s actually looking for a human, himself.”

“We don’t settle down with humans,” you reminded her, “and stop calling him my brother.  Just because he’s from the same cove as we are, it doesn’t mean anything. Cara and I are working our asses off to make sure that no one finds any links between it and our presence here.  And you guys are about to get some hunters put on our asses if there aren’t any already.”

“Belle-“

You shook your head as you looked at your younger sister, “don’t bring Belle into this!”

“She’s already got a guy,” she smirked, “Little Lenny down the street.  She’s got him eating out of the palm of her hand.”

“And those feds that have been hanging around,” Cara added in, “What’s your plan for them?  Because they came around asking questions twice now. ”

“Nick’s cutting the one off…we figured that you could deal with the other one, Cara.”

You looked around the group of your friends and family, “you guys can’t be serious.  We left the cove because we didn’t want to be like them.  We left beca-“

“They were right about the outside world, Crystal,” Belle frowned, “its based on making your place in it and taking all the humans down that you can while getting their assets.”

“No…you guys are wrong.”

“Stop being naïve, Crystal…do what we were meant to do,” Ariel smirked, “be what we were meant to be.”

“No!”

“I got it!” Jasmine proclaimed, “you take on one of the feds!  You’re always behind-the-scenes.  It’ll throw them of our trail and-”

“NO!”

“Come on…you and Cara work together.  It wouldn’t be hard for her to introduce them to you.  Then the next thing they know they’re under your spell.”

“I’m not going to do it, and you guys can’t make me!”

“You’re right…we can’t,” Nick frowned as he fully joined in on the conversation, “it’s something you’ll have to figure out.  On your own.  But you continue to hold on to the naivety that we all had when we left our cove.  And we’re protecting you just as much as you think you are protecting us.  I just hope that you don’t find out too late.”

“I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion…watching someone kill for you is the best feeling in the world.”

You frowned as you pressed yourself against the wall. 

You’d known that Cara had slept with Sam and was trying to push him against Dean.  But you also knew that Nick had made his way into Dean’s head, and poisoned him against Sam. 

There was no winning in the situation.  Your family had made the feds their latest targets.  Only, you’d managed to find out that they weren’t feds.

They were hunters.

“Is that why you’re slutting it up all over town?”

“Oh…I get bored.  Like we all do.  And I want to fall in love again.  And again.  And Again.” He smiled, “Dean, don’t you love me?  I could be like your little brother?  The little brother you deserve!  Not like Sam, here.  He wants to destroy what we have!”

“Tell you what, you guys are some nasty sons of bitches,” Sam grunted while Dean held a firm grip on him, “but you’re one needy, pathetic loser.”

“You won’t feel that way in a minute!” he growled.  You stood, frozen in place as he gripped Sam’s face, and geared up to spit on him.  Then he backed away and Dean let go of him.  Sam started taking steps forward, “so I know you two have a lot that you want to get off your chests.  So why don’t you discuss it.  And whoever survives can be with me forever.”

“Please…Nick…stop this.  They-“

“ENOUGH, CRYSTAL!”  he yelled at you, “you were the one that came to them.  You forced my hand on this.”

“Well, I don’t know when it happened,” Dean began, as Sam turned towards him, “maybe it was when I was in hell.  Maybe when I was staring right at you.  But the Sam I know is gone!”

“IS that so?”

“And it’s not the demon blood or the psychic crap,” Dean argued, “it’s the little stuff.  The lies.  The secrets.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, “what secrets?”

“The phone calls to Ruby for one.”

“So, I need your say so to make a phone call?”

“That’s the point.  You’re hiding things from me,” Dean growled, “what else aren’t you telling me?”

“None of your business!”

“See what I mean,” Dean muttered, “we used to be in this together.  We used to have each other’s backs!”

“Okay, fine.  You want to know why I didn’t tell you about Ruby?” Sam asked, “and how we’re hunting down Lilith?  It’s because you’re too weak to go after her, Dean.  You’re holding me back.  I’m a better hunter than you are-stronger.  Smarter.  I can take out demons you’re too scared to go near.”

“That’s crap!”

“You’re too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself.  Whining, about all the souls you tortured in hell.” Sam scoffed, “Boo hoo!”

Dean threw his knife at Sam and you found yourself falling to the floor, despite being behind the wall. The two started to trade blows as you made your way around the wall. 

“Nick…please, you need to stop this.  They’re hunters.”

“I don’t need to do anything, Crystal.  The problem is taking care of itself.”

Dean launched Sam through the door, and you jumped yet again, “NICK!  Make them stop.”

He ignored you and started towards the pair of brothers.  Dean had broken the glass on a fire axe, and Nick was smiling, “do it.  Do it for me, Dean.”

“Don’t make me do this, Nick,” you warned, “don’t make me stop you.”

“You can’t stop this…you’ve barely come into your powers!” he laughed, “you’re weak, Crystal!”

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!” you sighed.  You brought your hands to your mouth and whistled. 

“Tell me again, how weak I am Sam,” Dean growled, “how I hold you back.”

“Who the hell is this?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am…what matters is that two people you know are in trouble,” you warned, “I-I’m a siren who hasn’t matured yet, and my cove is destroying people.  Your friends got too close.  I need you to come.  Now!”

“How do I know that this isn’t a trap?” he growled across the line, “you’re a monster an-“

“I don’t care what you think of me!” you hissed, cutting the man off, “if you don’t come, my family is going to find a way to kill them.  They’ve got our poison in their veins.  Please.”  

“Sam and Dean…”

“I have samples from the blood of the men who were under their spells…you need to get here as soon as possible.”

“You’re one of them…why are you helping me?”

“I never wanted for this to happen,” you admitted tearfully, “I may not be able to go against my family, but I can put someone on the right path…that person is you.  Please.  We’re in Bedford Iowa.  I-I don’t want to see anymore people die.  It-it’s not right!”

“I’ll be there…”

Sam looked at Dean in horror, and you watched as the man you’d called a few days ago stuck a dagger into Dean.  He yowled in pain as Bobby pulled it out and Nick started down a hall.  You took a few steps back as Bobby launched the dagger into Nick’s back as he ran. 

The two brothers looked at each other nervously, knowing that things had been said that couldn’t be unheard.  But the older man glanced back and noticed you.  He saw your true form in one of the security mirrors posted at the corner.

“You…”

“Th-thank you for coming!” you whimpered sadly, “I-“

Bobby looked at you, “you should get outta here, ‘fore the rest of your cove starts to come looking for him.  Fore’ they come looking for you!  They’re going to know, kid…”  

“They’re going to come looking for me,” you frowned as the realization hit you, “I need to do a little more than just leave the hotel, don’t I?”

“Fraid you’re on your own, kid!” the man frowned.

Sam looked up at you nervously, “she’s one of them.”

“She’s the one that called!” Bobby answered, “after Dean here cozied up to Monroe and you cozied up to that doc, she knew for sure they were gearing to take you two out next.  She made sure I had the blood, and that I was able to get to you two idjits.”

“I don’t want to be like them,” you reconfirmed, “I-not all sirens are monsters.”

“Not the way you guys look in a mirror…”

You frowned at Dean, “some of us just want to live a life of peace.  We want to see the world outside of our coves and be part of it.  But some of us….”

“Are monsters.” Sam finished, “through and through.”

You nodded solemnly, “Yes…”

“Get out of here, kid…before we change our minds and gank ya!” Dean growled. 

“Come on, kiddo!” Bobby frowned, holding an arm out to you.  You walked over to him, and he wrapped it around your waist, “I’ll drive you out of town.  Get ya headed on the path to somewhere safe.”

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 5

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of aggression/throwing things.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You nodded reassuringly as he cupped your face in his hands.  Your lips trembled as he gave you a sad look.  You could see behind the worried expression in his face, to the exhaustion.  You reached up and stroked the back of his hand, “have you been sleeping?”

“Look at you, little bird,” he smirked, shaking his head, “I came here to rescue you from your gilded cage and all you can do is worry about how I’ve been sleeping.  (Y/N), I’m fine.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I’ve been worried about you,” he admitted after a second, his own sad smile taking over on his beautiful face, “ever since you reached out and told me about what was really going on between you and Chris, I-”

“You reached out first,” you reminded him, “after you saw those pictures in that magazine.”

“Like I said, I’ve been worried about you,” he replied simply, “I know how dead set you were in me not keeping contact when you and Chris found out you were pregnant...I was just trying to respect your wishes...but then when I saw that picture of him drunk, having a night on the town, and it said that he was filming in Calgary...you just gave birth...he should have been there for you.”

“The babies are month old, Sebastian.  He-”

“Should have stayed longer,” he said quickly, cutting you off, “if those babies were mine...if I’d just gotten to you first and we-”

“Sebastian, please...”

He frowned, but nodded, “I’m sorry.  I know this isn’t what you want to hear.  I just-”

“Can we get out of here?” you asked softly. 

He nodded once more, “yeah...of course.  I got an SUV so we could take whatever you wanted.  Made sure there is enough room so that we could fold down a row of seats if you need more space, but-”

“I just want to take their stroller...some clothes and all the care stuff like diapers, wipes, and HBA stuff...and their car seats.”

“You don’t want to take their cribs or toys?” he asked, “there’s plenty of room for it-”

“They sleep better when they sleep with me in the bed,” you admitted with a frown, “I just put a few pool noodles around the edges, not that they’ve wobbled anywhere near close to the edge, but they hate their cribs...even when I put them together, they don’t like being away from me…and as far as the toys...they could care less for the room full of crap that Chris bought.  Money doesn’t replace their father being absent.”

He nodded, “yeah...okay...show me where to go, and I’ll start putting stuff in the car while you get the twins ready.”

“Yeah!” you nodded.  He let go of you and you turned on your heel, making your way through the house.  Sebastian stopped when the two of you reached the bedroom. 

His breath stole away in his throat as he saw the two sleeping infants nestled right beside each other. 

“Shit...” he muttered softly, the realization of it all hitting him like a freight train, “th-they’re-,  well, they’re there…”   

You turned on your heel, a diaper bag already on your shoulder while you wheeled the suitcase beside him, “What?”

“They’re so small,” he whispered softly.  He took a step forward towards the bed, and Johnny shifted.  Shayla whimpered in her sleep, “I-I don’t know what I thought but...they’re so tiny.”

“They were born a few weeks early,” you admitted with a giggle as you passed off the suitcase and diaper bag, “What did you expect?  Full grown toddlers?”

He smiled and looked at you, “they’re beautiful...”

You stopped moving and looked at the twins.  They were so peaceful.  So serene.  As much as it pained you to admit it, ever since Chris left it was like a weight had been lifted from the three of you.  All the tension from the house was gone, and the twins seemed to settle in perfectly fine without him; falling into a comfortable sleep schedule, and easy routine. 

“They are, aren’t they?” you asked softly, “I-I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to do this whole thing...but I-I never really stopped to think about it.  I mean, I always wanted to be a mom...have a big family, but I never thought it was in my cards when I became an escort.”

“And then you and Chris happened...”

“Yeah...”

“Do-do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you didn’t agree to the thing with Chris?” he asked, hoping that it would lead to the conversation of him having a shot at you. 

You shrugged, “I would have met you...but-I think-I think that this was meant to happen first...if that makes sense...Sebastian...you know there’s obviously something between us.  I mean, I feel the chemistry too, but I don’t know what it would be like if me and Chris never happened.  D-do you think about it?”

“Yeah....I do...a lot...”

“And?”

“I think you’re right,” he admitted softly, “I mean, I definitely feel the chemistry too, but I think that me and you were meant to be friends first...but I’ll tell you one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re definitely going to be the woman that I spend the rest of my life with.”

“Sebastian...”

“I know,” he chuckled, shaking his head once more, “that’s not what you want to hear.”

“I-I didn’t say that…I just-this thing with Chris…it’s…it’s a lot…and right now, I just want to get the hell out of here.”

He smiled and held his hand out, “well then...let’s get started with the rest of our lives...shall we?”

“God he’s such a good guy!”  

You felt the blush rising on your cheeks as Sebastian cooed at your daughter.  Shayla giggled excitedly, her little hands grabbing at his face.

“What are you doing, baby girl?” he teased, playfully as she giggled even more, “I’m gonna get your hands.  I’m gonna get those little fingers!”

She squealed as he kissed her hands every time they got close enough to his face. 

“(Y/N!)”

You looked back to Blake, “I’m sorry, what?”

“You okay?” she teased playfully, a smirk growing on her face as she nudged you with her hip.

“Oh, yeah...sorry.  I just-”

“It’s fine,” she smiled as she handed you yours and Sebastian’s coffees, “So...we know the kids aren’t his...but how close are you two, really?”

“What?”

“Come on,” she laughed as she sipped on her drink as you watched him calm down as his friend, and fellow co-star Chace, handed Johnny back to him when one of the guys walked over to join the boys and babies, “he’s tight-lipped about your relationship with him.  He says that you’re his assistant, but he’s the sweetest with your kids.  He hasn’t even looked in the direction of another woman since he brought you and the twins back.  And you’ve been with us for two months...”

Your blush grew deeper on your cheeks as you looked at him.  He was still heavily involved in giving all of his attention to the two playful three-month-olds.

“We-we’re just-taking it slow...”

“I knew it!” she grinned. 

“Blake...”

“Hey, don’t be ashamed!” she laughed, “we all knew there was something going on.”

“Right now...there isn’t,” you said with a shake of your head, “I left a very...complicated situation.  He’s been an amazing man, and friend by coming and helping me out of it.  He gave me a job and lets me stay with him...without him I-I probably would have stayed in that situation.”

“So...do you have feelings for him?”

Your heart lurched in your chest. 

You’d gone to shower after a long day of driving with Sebastian.  He’d insisted that the two of you get a hotel room for the evening after both of you had driven through the afternoon and well into the early evening.  And while you had initially rejected the idea, you were so grateful when you felt the hot water rolling down your back.

But when you’d come out of the bathroom, and you saw that the twins were tucked into both of his arms, and the three of them were asleep.

Game over.

Every hormone in your body was working double-time. 

You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to jump his bones. 

You felt happiness...sadness...every emotion under the sun.

Why wasn’t Chris ever like that with the twins?

Why hadn’t they accepted him as much, or as easily as they seemed to accept Sebastian?

“Sebastian....” you whispered softly, hoping that you could wake him, and he could slip out from the twins and grab a shower for himself, “Sebastian...I’m done.  You can grab a shower if you want.”

“C’mere!” he yawned, his eyes still closed as he gestured for you to join him on the bed, “come and join us...”

“You should grab a shower!” you said softly, “we spent a long time in the car...”

He sighed, his eyes opening ever so slightly.  You felt like it was hard to breathe as his eyes met yours, “you look beautiful like that...”

“Wh-what?” you asked, the word getting choked up in your throat, “li-like a wet rat?”

“You look like you washed away the stress from the past year in that shower...”

“Yeah,” you admitted, “I think I might have...”

He sucked in his cheeks as he stared at you.  His voice held a twinge of jealousy to it, “well...would you look at the happy little family...”

Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest as you saw your ex standing, waiting for you to arrive at the apartment, “Ch-Chris...what are you doing here?”

His jaw twitched and he crossed his arms over his chest as his stance widened.  It felt like he was taking up most of the room in the hall, his body blocking the entrance to Sebastian’s apartment, “I got done filming (Y/n)...”

“Oh...”

“Found your little note that you left on the dresser,” he scoffed angrily, “how could you just leave when I was at work?  How did you think it was okay to just pick up and leave...with my children.”

You could hear the anger in his tone.  You took a step back, the stroller moving back a beat as Sebastian stepped between the two of you, “Look...I’m okay with the two of you talking, but you’re going to do it inside, not create a scene, and be respectful to her, Chris.  She’s the mother of your children.”

His jaw twitched once more, and he glared at you. 

“Chris!”

You felt your throat go dry as the two of you stared at one another in some sort of Mexican standoff.  But after a pregnant pause, Chris stepped aside, holding his hands up in defense, “open the door...”

Sebastian looked back to you, “you okay with this?”

“Yeah,” you said after another second, “You’re right...he-he is the twin’s father...we should talk.”

He nodded once more and turned towards the apartment.  Pulling the keys from his pocket he unlocked the door and gestured for Chris to walk in. 

He did so, but not before giving you another look.  You took short, quick steps, reaching the door a moment after he went through it.  Sebastian put a hand on your arm, “hey...I see what’s going on in your eyes...he’s not going to do anything to take the children away from you.  He signed that contract too!  Remember that.”

You nodded, biting back your worry as you pushed through the door.  The stroller stopped in the living room, and you kissed both of the twins before you felt Sebastian’s hand on your lower back.  You turned and he handed you the two bags of groceries, “want to put these away and start a pot of coffee?  I’ll get the twins out of the stroller and set them up for tummy time.”

You gave a nervous nod and traded off the bags for the babies, making your way behind the island as he started unbuckling the twins, “(Y/N) is going to make some coffee.”

“I don’t want coffee,” Chris growled as he shot you another look.  You turned on the coffee maker before turning your attention to the groceries, “I came here to talk about my kids.”

“And we can do that,” Sebastian said softly as he pulled Johnny from the stroller and set him down on the play mat and pillow that propped him up for tummy time, “but we’re going to calm down...both of you.”

“How the fuck do you expect me to be any calmer, Stan?” Chris asked, “she ran away with my kids while I was off filming?  How the hell would you feel if it was your kids?  FUCK!  You fucking helped her do it!  We’re supposed to be friends!”

“Well, I can tell where your priorities are already,” he said quickly, shooting him a look as he retrieved Shayla and set her down beside Johnny before turning on an educational show he’d recorded on his DVR for them, “you’ve already been in their presence for five or ten minutes and still haven’t acknowledged them and instead chose to curse about my decisions in helping your ex.”

“Don’t tell me where my priorities are Sebastian!” he hissed. 

“Well, they’re happy and healthy...in case you were wondering,” he said with a shrug, “They just had a checkup and some shots for vaccinations last week...again, in case you were wondering.”

Chris looked down at the twins for a second and you frowned. 

You could see the regret in his eyes as he looked at them. 

You knew that deep down he did love the twins.  He just wasn’t the best at showing it.

“They’re smart...and sweet...they love all of Sebastian’s co-stars on Gossip Girl...”

“I shouldn’t have to have found out that you were leaving through a note,” he grumbled, shooting you another look, “you shouldn’t have left.”

“Sebastian offered me a job,” you admitted as you poured three cups of coffee, “He saw that I was alone with the twins...he saw that I needed away from the house...and you told me to leave anyways...”

“I told you to think about it.”

“After you realized that I have primary custody of the children.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, taking a few steps towards you, his voice raising ever so slightly, “why are you doing this to us?”

“Chris-”

“No, (Y/N) we-” He stopped speaking when Shayla immediately started crying.  Turning around, he sighed, stalking towards her, “Shit...”

“I got her!” Sebastian said slowly, also making his way towards the babies.

“Back off, Sebastian...she’s my daughter!” he growled, “I think I can calm down my own child!”

Sebastian took a step back, holding his hands up, “Okay.”

Chris stopped just short of the mat and bent over, picking up the crying infant in a quick swoop.  Immediately she started screaming, her head wobbling around as she searched for something familiar.  Your heart raced as you knew who she was searching for, as she made grabby hands in his direction when she spotted him just a few feet away. 

Between sobs and screams, she was babbling, and you knew she was trying to call for Sebastian.

“Chris-”

“I GOT HER!” he growled firmly, his voice raising even more.  His timber scared Shayla, and she began screaming bloody murder as she continuously reached for Sebastian.  He looked at you, and you raced around the island, snatching her from Chris’ hands before he knew what you were doing. 

Shayla stopped screaming when she noticed you were holding her, but she was inconsolable as she continued to reach for Sebastian.  You could see the fear in your son’s eyes as he saw his sister crying, and you bent over to scoop him up as well.

“Want me to take her?” Sebastian offered.

“Please...” you begged, walking back over to him. 

“Come here princess!” he cooed, reaching out for her.  The infant leaned out, and he caught her in his arms, immediately holding her against himself, shushing and cooing her.  She nuzzled herself into his neck, and her sobs turned into quiet whimpers as he rocked her.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled, “she won’t shut the hell up for me, her actual father, but she’ll calm down the second she’s in his arms?  Were you fucking him, (Y/N?)  Is he the twins real father?

“Chris-”

“She wants him...fucking him!” he growled.

“Because he’s been there for them!  Not you!  She doesn’t fucking know you, Chris!” you growled back in response, finally snapping at him, “the first month of her life she barely knew what was going on, but after your parents and siblings left after that first week, you became disengaged.  You never picked them up.  You never held them or chased away their fears.   You just bought gifts and told me to hire a nanny before disappearing.  Sebastian helps.  He changes their diapers.  He bathes them.  He engages them.  Rocks them to sleep.  Feeds and loves them.  Of course Shayla and Johnny are attached to him!”

“Are you fucking him?”

Your throat went dry once more as you looked at him, “excuse me?”

“You heard what I said,” he said in a low tone, “are you fucking him?”

“No, you asshole.  I’m not fucking Sebastian...”

“This is a one bedroom,” he said firmly, eyes darting down the hall, “where do you sleep?  Where do the kids sleep?”

“I sleep on the couch!” Sebastian said honestly, “it’s not what you’re thinking, C-”

“I didn’t fucking ask you, Stan!”

“I sleep in his bed...the kids sleep in his bed.  With ME!” you hissed, “Sebastian sleeps on the couch!  For Christ’s sakes, the pillows and blankets are folded up behind you!  Anything else you want to know?”

His jaw twitched and he walked over to the island in silence.  His hands cupped the mug of coffee that you’d poured for him, but he didn’t lift it to his lips.

“So, this is it,” he asked, “just going to move in with some guy?  Run off with my kids?”

“Sebastian isn’t some guy, Chris...”

“Do you love him?”

“Chris...”

He whipped around, his hand launching the coffee cup against the wall.  The ceramic shattered and the coffee went everywhere.  Both of the twins started screaming and crying over the loud noise, “BE FUCKING HONEST WITH ME, (Y/N)!”

“Chris...I’m going to say this once,” Sebastian said in a low, warning tone, “leave my apartment...right now.  Or I’m calling the cops...You and I both know that the last thing you need right now is the cops being called on you.  Think about it.  The press…do you really want to start this kind of PR over a temper tantrum you’re having?���

“You’re un-fucking-believable,” he scoffed, running his hand over his mouth while the two of you tried to soothe the twins, “fucking Sebastian Stan...take my girlfriend...my kids-”

“He didn’t do anything but help me get out of a bad situation,” you hissed, “we aren’t together.  He’s just there for me.  He’s there for the kids!  You aren’t!”

“I was trying to provide for you.  For them.  FOR US!”

“Chris...you’re scaring your kids...do the right thing.  Just go!”

“I’m going!” he said firmly, cutting Sebastian off.  He started walking towards the door, shaking his head.  He sniffled and turned towards you as his hand reached for the door.  Part of your heart ached as you saw the tears in his eyes, “I hope you’re happy, (Y/N).”

“Chris-”

“You’re a fucking leech!  You’re taking my family out from under me because I got her first…and that’s fucking low,” he growled, cutting Sebastian off as he gave him a final look, “you’re a no-name, no talent leech and you’ll always stay that way…some fucking soap opera wannabe…go to hell, Sebastian.”  

Chapter 6

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 13

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: threats of death/hunger, mentions of violence/murder, knife violence, thoughts of suicide, angst. 

“Sam Winchester has to die.”  Anna frowned.  Cas shook his head as she took a step forward, “I’m sorry, but we have no choice.  He’s Lucifer’s vessel.”

“He’s not the only one.”

“What?  That guy Nick?” she scoffed, “he’s burning away as we speak.  No.  Sam is the only vessel that matters.  You know what that means.  If Lucifer can’t take Sam, his whole plan short circuits.”

Cas looked at her warily, knowing that the woman he loved could also be an alternate vessel for Lucifer, “Anna-“

“No,” she argued, brushing him off, “no fight with Michael.  No Croatoan virus, the horsemen go back to their day jobs!”

He paused, not able to tell her about Caitlyn, “if you could kill Sam, Satan would just bring him back to life!”

“Not after I scatter his cells across the universe,” she smiled, “they’ll never find him-not all of him.”

“We’ll find another way.”

“How’s that going?” she asked, “how’s the colt working out?  Or the search for God?  Is anything working?  If you want to stop the devil, this is how!”

“The answer is still no,” he argued, thinking about how that would put Caitlyn in Lucifer’s sights as his next vessel, “because Sam is my friend.”

“You’ve changed.”

“Maybe too late,” he wondered, “but maybe I have.  Anna, you and I have been through so much together, but you come near Sam Winchester, and I’ll kill you!”

Without another word she vanished, not ready to argue the conversation any further.  Deep down, Cas had a dark feeling about it all.  He’d never known Anna to just give up. 

XX

“You have to stop!”

The man in the wheelchair eyed his niece without judgement, “Aria…it’s been so long since I have seen you.  Come, come closer.”

“I’m close enough!” she said shortly, “you know why I’m here.”

“Oh, but of course.  You’re rearing to go when dear old daddy either kicks the bucket or finishes off the earth with the rest of us!” he smiled, “coming to learn the family business…but you’ve visited the wrong horseman my dear.”

“You can see inside me…you know that’s not why.”

He chuckled, “look around child.  Everyone is hungry for something.  Those Winchesters…their angel.  Everyone has something.  And I have a plan for them.  The demons that Dahlia’s father leant me are just cannon fodder for Sam…his hunger for demon blood will reach a fever pitch soon enough.  And the angel, Castiel…while angels may not crave things, his vessel will.  And the demons have already found that weakness and alerted me to the fact that it is red meat.  The only piece missing from the puzzle is what does good old Dean Winchester feel hunger for.”

“Nothing!” she replied smartly, “just like the demons protecting you, Dean has died before which is why he won’t have a hunger.  He’s spent time in hell.  He’s not going to have the same hunger that anyone else would have.”

“You-you are a smart one,” he chuckled, lifting a long, bony finger and pointing it at her, “you are a Nephilim worth keeping, you.  And even though you are but a child in the eyes of us old timers, and you already know how to play the game.”

“I’m not playing any games, famine,” she growled, “leave this town.  Go back to whatever pit you crawled out of.  The apocal-“

“The apocalypse is just getting started,” the old man cackled.  He pushed the button forward on his scooter, moving him closer to Aria, “MY TIME IS JUST GETTING STARTED!  AND I’M GETTING STRONGER EVERY DAY!”

“WELL, THAT ENDS NOW!”

“You can think that all you want, but that doesn’t make it true.”

The doors to the kitchen burst open and Aria was surprised to see Cas at the back of the restaurant.  He’d had the demon blade in his hands and looked beyond unsure of himself.

“Castiel…you’re here!  And right on time as exected!” Famine smiled, breaking away from the conversation with his niece, “that must mean that the Winchesters are nearby.”

“You must leave, Famine.”

“I must not do anything,” Famine chuckled hoarsely, “but I can sense what you need, Castiel.  I can feed your hunger.   Or at least, that of your vessel.”

He looked at one of the demons, and they produced a pan of red meat.  Nervously, they tossed the pan a few feet from him; and the angel, unable to control himself, dropped to his knees and began to dig into it. 

“Uncle-“

“This is what I am, Aria…this is what I do!” he reminded her, “I am hungry…and my hunger shall be satisfied with the apocalypse.  With the souls of those who succumb to me.”

“You won’t get away with it!”

“I will, dear niece…” he sighed, “oh, but I will.”

Famine looked at Dean, bewildered. 

He’d seen the memory, had seen the only thing that Dean had hungered for.  Or at least, what he had hungered for in Aria’s mind. 

“Alright, here’s the rules,” Bobby grunted with a nervous look to the two older kids, and his eight-year-old daughter, “Dean…Sam…Hannah, Dahlia won the last round and is on the hunt with John.  Now, the three of us are here, and I’m going on a low-grade ghost hunt when he comes back.  But I need the three of you to be prepared for anything.”

“Piece of cake,” sixteen-year-old Dean scoffed, “I’m fighting a twelve-year-old and an eight year old.  This isn’t even fair.”

“Sometimes it ain’t about the age of the hunter, Dean,” Bobby chuckled as he slapped Dean upside the head, “Dahlia is Sam’s age, and she beat you out last round-“

“Dad likes Dahlia better than me, that’s why,” Dean grumbled, “she’s a know-it-all suck-up and he picked her because of that, not her skills.”

“You’re just mad because she had a better shot than you, Dean…and dad needed someone that was focused for the vampire hunt!”

Dean glared at his younger brother, “yeah.  Whatever.  Let’s just get this started so I can kick your butts and me and Bobby can take on that ghost.”

“You’re going down!” the eight-year-old said with a glare as she looked between the two older boys. 

“Yeah, whatever, pipsqueak.”

She frowned and looked back to Bobby, “same tests?  Shooting gallery and obstacle courses?  Other hunters pretending to be a ghoul?”

Bobby messed with his daughter’s hair, “actually Hannah…the three of you are going to go out into them woods with the dabbers.  The one that comes out alive, gets to go on the hunt with me.”

“That’s it?” Dean asked, his brow cocking, “all I have to do is knock out Hannah and Sam?”

“Well, I’m gonna blindfold the three of ya, and drop you off somewhere in the woods.  It’s going to be your jobs to track each other down and take each other out.”

“Cool!” Hannah grinned.

“I don’t know, Bobby…what if something’s out there.”

“What’s gonna be out in the woods by my place, Sam?” Bobby laughed, “dang idjit.  Now come on kids.  Grab your dabbers and a blindfold and get in the truck.  Gotta drop the three of you off before it gets dark.”

“Hunger doesn’t just come from the body,” Famine mused, “it also comes from the soul!”

“it’s funny,” Dean chuckled dryly, “it doesn’t seem to be coming from mine.”

“Yes…I noticed that.  Have you wondered why that is?” he asked, before sparing a glance at his niece, “How you could even walk in my presence?”

Dean’s eyes shifted over to Aria, “Hannah!”

She looked away from him. 

“Aren’t you going to tell him why that is, Aria?”

“Aria?” Dean scoffed, “who the hell is Aria?”

“Tell him why he can stand to be in my presence, Aria.”

“Well, I’d like to think it’s because of my strength of character!” Dean tried to joke, “but more importantly, why is he calling you by another name?  Who the hell is Aria?”

Hannah felt the worry in her core as she looked down at the scene below. 

While Dean had managed to track Sam down and take him out, he hadn’t expected her to be up in the trees, already tracking him. 

But right as she’d been about to drop down on him, she’d caught onto something else that had been tracking him. 

A young wolf. 

And it had managed to get the drop in him before she could warn him. 

But she’d still had the drop on the both of them from her sneakiness in the trees. 

Dean was doing his best fighting the werewolf off.  But it was too strong. 

And with every flex of his claws, and every swing of his arms, he was getting even closer to catching the eldest Winchester and infecting him. 

So, with tears in her eyes, she pulled her trusty silver knife from her thigh, the blade nearly as long as it, and she found the perfect time to drop down. 

The wolf had swung his arm at Dean, but missed, taking a chunk out of one of the trees instead.  And she had dropped down, her blade driving right at the juncture of his neck, between the collar bone, and assuredly into the creature’s heart. 

It howled in pain, throwing the small child off of it, but the damage was too late. 

As Hannah tumbled to the ground, and the wolf collapsed not far away, she was surprised to see the elder Winchester staring at her in disbelief.

“Hannah!”  he called, “Hannah, wake up!”

Shakily, she reached into her jacket, and Dean cradled her.

“Come on, kid.  Don’t die on me!”

“Got ya!” the eight-year-old whispered as she dabbed a bright red splotch over his heart, “i-I win!”

“You nearly got killed by a flea bag and you’re worried about some stupid game?”

She giggled, coughing as her lungs felt heavy, “Dean…I-I think I broke something.”

“You probably broke a few ribs…” he muttered, looking off to the wolf that had already reverted back to its human form, “you got the flare Bobby gave you?”  I shot mine at the ground as a distraction for Sam…”

She nodded, reaching into her pocket to hand over the flare gun to the teenager holding her.

“Here.”

“Aright…don’t move, okay?” he asked, “I’m gonna shoot it in the air, and we’re gonna wait for your dad…”

“Dean…no…if there’s more.”

He frowned, “What do you expect me to do?”

“Carry me?” she begged, “w-we can’t be far from the house…head North…”

Dean looked up at the sky, and she laughed a little more, holding onto her ribs and wincing after the pain hit her, “North is that way, Dean…”

“Right…” he nodded, getting up and already starting on the journey to Bobby’s, “hey-uh…thanks for saving my life, Hannah…”

“Of course, Dean…”

“Yes, I see,” he chuckled, “that one deep dark nothing, you got there, Dean.  Can’t fill it, can you?  Not with food or drink, or even sex.”

“You’re so full of crap!” Dean grunted.

“Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother,” he sighed, “lie to yourself, but not to me.  I can see it inside you, Dean.  I can see how broken you are.  How defeated.  You can’t win and you know it but you just keep fighting, just…keep going through the motions.  You’re not hungry, Dean…because inside…you’re already…dead.  Do you know why I allowed you in here though?  Why I captured you?”

“Why?”

“Because I had to show my niece,” he said, throwing a glance in her direction, “that this is what happens when you fall in love with a human.  She’s the daughter of death, and she’s sucked dry most of her powers by making sure if you ever come in contact with me…with her father…that you’re protected.  That you’ll survive…do you know the gift that she’s given you?  The advantage to stop the apocalypse which your family started?”

Dean looked over to Aria.  His nose twitched, and he felt the sting of the tears that wanted to fall down his face. 

“What did you do to me?” he asked. 

“I took your pain away,” she admitted solemnly, “I made sure that if you came back, they wouldn’t have one over on you…”

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?” he roared.

“Dean…”

“That’s enough,” Famine hissed, looking at Aria once more, “you’ve seen what you’ve done…but he still lost anyways…go…tend to your father, niece.  You gave him your power when it comes to me, but I know if you’re here any longer you’ll give in to your hunger…and your father would never forgive me for that!”

“Wh-what’s her hunger?” Dean asked nervously. 

He saw her shift uncomfortably and famine frowned, “she knows that she’s disappointed you Dean.  Her hunger is that she wants to earn your praise…your love…that never changed.  As long as she’s known you she’s tried to do what she could to have you see her as a strong woman.  As a potential suitor.  And I can sense just how far she feels from it.  If my men let her go, she’d take that knife on the floor and slit her own throat, ear to ear, because she knows you see her as a monster; and monsters deserve to die in your eyes.  Niece…leave now…today is not the day you die.  I refuse to let that happen.”

Chapter 14

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She is complete!

Fire And Ice Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Johnny Storm didn't care about anyone for more than a night.

He was known as a player almost as much as he was known for being a superhero.

Only, it wasn't that way in every universe. In one, he's a sweet guy who is in love with a girl, another mutant.

It wasn't Johnny's fault.

But him and his girlfriend accidentally started the events that caused the blip in Johnny's life-the one that made him see her; this version of her.

A mild-mannered mutant who uses her powers to keep a low profile.

But then Reed plays with the same machine. Only his 'blip' brought the villainized version of Johnny's love to their universe.

And that's where fire and ice meet.

Chapters

The Norm

Breaking The Barrier

From The Top Of The Baxter Building

Seeing Double

The Breakdown

A New Path

There will not be warnings before the chapters. But this story contains graphic depictions of death, mentions of sex, and some dark themes.

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Fire & Ice, Chapter 6

Word Count:  662

Your throat felt dry.

Your entire body ached. 

But as your eyes opened, you were shocked to see Johnny sitting beside you, his hand softly running up and down your arm. 

He nearly jolted as his eyes met your opened ones, and he ripped himself into a standing position, “You’re awake!”

You went to laugh, but your throat cracked.  It hurt even more as you gasped.

“Y-you’ve been out for days…let me get you something-water-ice-“

But he stopped when your hand reached out to his, and you stopped him from moving.  Without a word he seemed to understand that you wanted him not only to stay with you, but also to know what was going on.

“Sue is okay…”  he offered.  You sighed in relief as he sat down and took your hand in his, “you saved her, you know…you saved her life.”

A tear slipped down your cheek and he reached up, swiping it away, “No tears…you’re safe…Sue’s safe…and that evil version of you-sh-she’s dead.”

You nodded quickly in response. 

“I-I was worried that you were gonna die on me,” he admitted after a second, “worried that you were going to just give up and call it a day…”

You shook your head at him and he chuckled. 

“Must have a death wish or something…you know, someone else came across from the other side…in the blip…”

Your brow rose, and he looked to the door. 

Reed was standing there, “he’s gone already, Johnny…”

“Only one room in this universe for Johnny Storm, I suppose…” He smirked playfully.  Your brows furrowed and he pursed his lips, “I know what you went through in meeting yourself…I-uh, well...Something similar happened after we got you stable.  I came through-and well-meeting another version of me…that-that was scary…but he followed after her because he knew that she didn’t die when his Reed and Ben pushed her out of the window…he saw her disappear.  And he came after her because he was going to stop her himself.  I-I nearly went after him when he thought you were like her…”

Your eyes went wide, “w-what?”

Reed stepped into the room along with Sue, who handed you a glass of water.  You drank it greedily as Reed explained, “the other Johnny thought you were like the one from his universe.  Thought you were going to kill us.  But then Sue explained how you saved her life.  And, well…that seemed to be enough to convince him.  He told me that she was like you before the rest of the four turned on her, and treated her like a monster.  He was relieved to see that you weren’t like that in saving Sue…he said that in his universe Sue had died because of a fight over you...”

“Yeah...I-I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

“That’s understandable,” Reed explained, “you just went through an extremely traumatic experience.”

“Wh-what happened to her?”

“We don’t know why you’re so different from her!” Johnny shrugged.

“No...I mean, what happened to her body?” you asked, “I mean-people might think that I died if they saw her.”

“He took her body back to his universe…” Johnny admitted with a frown, “evil or not, he still loved her...”

“S-so it’s over?” you asked, eyeing up the three of them, “none of you are going to try to kill me over what happened?”

“No one’s going to hurt you…” Johnny confirmed with a small smile, “

“Right…” Reed confirmed, “we got to hear the other Johnny’s ordeal, and while it seems like we evaded a ‘canon event,’ the world seems to have righted itself with a version of you dying, and someone being impaled.  It looks like you ‘absorbed,’ Sue’s death in a manner of speaking.”

“So what now?”

“I don’t know,” Johnny shrugged, “but we have the time to figure it out if you’d like.”

You nodded softly as you allowed yourself to feel the emotions you’d pushed away for as long as you’d known him, “I’d like that.”

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Deal With The Devil, Chapter 5

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: mentions of strip clubs, oral (M receiving), ball play, cheating, mentions of war/injury. 

“AND TO MY BESST MAN FOR PREPARING THE BEST BACHELOR PARTY EVER!” Steve yelled over the roar of the club’s music, “THE BACHELOR PARTY TO END ALL BACHELOR PARTIES!”

“AND HERE’S TO THE LUCKY GROOM!” Sam yelled, adding his own toast in, “MAY HE MARRY AND STILL CONTINUE TO GET ALL THE PUSSY HE WANTS ON THE SIDE WHILE HE RULES BROOKLYN WITH AN IRON FIST!”

Steve’s men cheered along to the best man’s toast, as they lifted their shots and downed their drinks. 

A few women giggled as they mingled with the party, their bodies writhing along with the music. 

“Ladies, I’m about to be ar-a married man!” Steve slurred as another woman slid against him and started grinding against him.  The blonde turned and pulled Steve in by the back of his neck, kissing him fast and hard. 

Steve tossed the bottle of whiskey down on the ground.  The glass broke and the liquid sprayed out around them as he gripped the mostly nude woman by the hips and kissed her back, allowing himself to get swept up in her body glitter and the smell of overly ripe cherries.

He broke the kiss only when a hand reached for the zipper on his pants. 

He was surprised to see another woman and he lifted his brow.

“Let us take care of you, bachelor boy!” the woman who was kissing him smiled, “gotta make sure we give you a night for that spank bank when your new little wife holds out…gotta remind you of the good old days of not being tide down before it happens.”

“You wanna go somewhere more private?” the girl with the hand on his zipper asked. 

He smiled and shook his head and the two girls grinned.  The first one unzipped his pants, and the second girl pushed him back onto one of the chairs. 

A few of Steve’s men began to cheer when they saw the women both getting on their knees. 

“GET IT, BOSS!”

“HELL YA!”

“SOMEONE GET ME ANOTHER BOTTLE!” Steve yelled over the roar of the strip club. 

He watched as the woman’s mouths sandwiched his hardened length, each of their tongues lapping up every bit of precum and running along his cock.

“That’s right!” Steve growled happily.  He spread his thighs a little more to allow the girls a little more room, and one of them reached up and cupped his balls, “you.  Suck em while she blows me.”

The girls looked at each other and giggled before following his instructions.

“You didn’t have to stay here with me you know,” she sighed as she gave Bucky yet another guilty look.  He continued to ignore her pathetic attempt at an apology, “James…”

“I’m not a partier!” he said simply with a shrug, “there’s too much booze and not enough level-headed people.  And anyways, someone had to stay behind and make sure you were safe.  You’re Steve’s fiancé.”

“It-it wasn’t my choice…” she frowned, “to keep you here, I mean…I-I know what it must look like, with the bookstore and you being the only one that couldn’t go out with his men, but I’m not that kind of person.  I-“

Bucky looked across the kitchen island at her and frowned, “we probably shouldn’t talk about that, Inez…”

“We-we’re going to have to eventually, don’t you think?” she asked softly.  He looked back away from her, and she made her way around the island.  She reached out and touched his flesh hand, “I-I mean…I met you at the bookstore first…and you know that I’m attracted to you.  That wasn’t a secret.  I left you my number in the cover of that book for a reason.”

“And now you’re about to be Steve’s wife, Inez…”

She frowned, and took a step back, creating some distance between the two of them.  Her hand slipped off of his, “I don’t care about Steve.  I know that you can see that.  It’s just a business arrangement that I had no choice in.  Whatever Tony and Steve-”  

He looked back up and his eyes met hers, “Inez…stop”

“I’m sorry…you-you’re right…you’re one of Steve’s men…I-I Just-“

She was cut off in an instant.  She felt the cool metal from Bucky’s prosthetic on one side of her face, and the warmth of his flesh hand on the other side. 

His lips were unbelievably soft against the smallest bit of stubble that prickled against her face.  She whimpered against his lips as fireworks went off in her mind.  Instinctively she leaned into him, and he spun the two of them until her back bumped against the counter. 

And then a knock at the door made the two of them split apart as though they’d been struck by lightning. 

Her throat felt dry as her eyes had snapped towards the direction of the door. 

Bucky stepped forward, his own instincts taking over as he innately put himself between her and the door.  She noticed him tensing up as one hand reached for the gun she knew was on his hip. 

“James…i-it’s probably just Pepper…” she reminded him, “remember?”

She saw him relax as he processed her words.   He turned back towards her, and she whimpered again, seeing how puffy his lips already were from the few simple moments of kissing him. 

“Y-you can’t make those kinds of sounds with me, doll.”

Another whimper left her throat at the pet name and she felt like she was going to swoon with the huskiness in his voice.  

“Then you can’t go kissing me the way that you did and be all super protective because it’s doing things to me, James…” she admitted, “and the way your voice sounds right now…you’re dangerous for me.”

He smirked for a second, before turning his attention to the door once more, when Pepper knocked yet again, “I-I suppose I should get that.  You get your snacks and I’ll let in your guest…for your bachelorette party…”

“Is it really a party if there’s only me and her watching a movie while you guard us?” she asked, “and does any of this really count if I don’t want to marry Steve in the first place?”

“Bucky, can you get me and Inez another drink?”

Bucky bit his lip and looked at her.  She nodded, “we’ll be fine, James…”

Pepper lifted her brow but said nothing.  She watched as Bucky made his way out of the home theater in the basement before she looked back at her sister-in-law, “what was that, Inez?”

“What?” she asked, “James?  He’s protecting me…”

“Looks like he’s protecting something,” she teasingly smiled, “I see the way he’s been looking at you all night…he likes you.”

A blush rose to her cheeks, and she shook her head, “Pepper, stop.”

“You know who he is…” she said slowly, “he’s one of the five family’s sons…His father ruled Staten Island before the Allfather took it from him.”

“Pepper…” she sighed, shaking her head, “I-I don’t want to go into it…”

“But that’s Bucky Barnes, Inez.”   She said quickly, “his family was the family that came to help mine…that’s why Tony helped him with the prosthetic.”

“What?”

“How much has Tony told you about the last war?” she asked, “the one where my family and the Barnes family fell?”

“Not much,” she shrugged, “only that Tony helped Peter fortify Queens…he tried to keep me away from everything after mom and dad were killed.  That was dad’s wish…to keep me away from the business.  You know I’ve never met anyone else from the other families before you and Peter.”

“Well, Bucky Barnes is the reason that I’m alive,” she admitted with a frown as she thought about everything that had happened, “Barton and his crew came in and tried to overthrow my father…Bucky’s dad was sick, but he gave all of his people to help…what he didn’t realize was that it was a ploy for the Allfather to overthrow him.  While Bucky was getting me to Tony, he left his father defenseless, and they killed him.  When he came back, Thor and his father had taken over.  They took Bucky’s arm and said they were going to keep his mom and sisters.  They dumped him on Tony’s door.  Tony made sure that he was patched up and taken care of, and got him the best medical treatment that was available because of his sacrifices…”

“James helped Tony?”

“He helped me,” she said with a simple smile, “Our fathers were close…so close that Bucky was supposed to marry me.  But he knew that I was in love with Tony…so when he saw his chance, he told his dad that he was going to protect me, when really, he was just getting me to Tony…Clint would have forced me to marry him as a way of legitimizing himself.”

“And he lost his arm because of it…”

“It was well worth it!” a voice said from the entrance.  Inez jumped and Bucky frowned as he made his way in with a few drinks.  He passed one to Pepper and sat the other one beside her.  Bucky gave Pepper a sad smile, “besides us having no real chemistry because we weren’t in love with each other and you were in love with Tony, you were too old for me anyways, Potts…”

Pepper laughed and sipped on her drink, “looks like you found someone better, Barnes.  You know, I think Tony would have liked to have you as a brother-in-law more than Rogers…”

“She’s marrying Steve!” he said solemnly, “her and I have had this discussion and we both know what is happening…despite our obvious attraction to one another.”

“Funny,” Pepper mused as she downed the drink, “your lips say that, but your eyes say something else entirely.”

“And what do my eyes say, Pepper?”

“That it’s far too late for me, and I should get home before Tony starts to worry,” she said smartly, ignoring the question from the cool and collected man.  She stood up and hugged Inez, who was quick to her feet, “you be safe, you understand me?  Things are about to get really messy in the boroughs when Thor and Clint find out that you’re marrying Steve…and Bucky?”

“Yeah, Pepper?”

“Take care of Inny…” she said softly as she brushed some of the ringlets away from her face, “and don’t lose your other arm in the process of protecting this damsel.”

Bucky nodded, and the pair started back towards the entrance so that they could see her out.  The three of them walked in relative silence, but Bucky stopped her when he noticed that none of Tony’s men were with her.

“What’s wrong, Barnes?”

“No Happy?”

She shook her head, “my husband knows where I am…”

“We shouldn’t let you go alone.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, pointing to the sky, “Tony’s got satellites everywhere, Barnes.  Chances are he’s been watching the house the whole night, and now that he sees the porch light on and me coming out, he’ll have Happy probably meeting me somewhere near-“

But before she could finish her sentence a car was pulling up the drive and beeping to let her know that he was there. 

Inez giggled. 

“What’s so funny?”

She pointed to Happy pulling around.  Bucky’s brow rose, “that was quick.”

“He probably had him lurking somewhere nearby, Barnes.”

“Just when you think the guy doesn’t give a damn….”

Pepper smiled as Happy got out and opened the backseat up for her, “my husband is many things, Bucky, but he cares far too much.  Ask Inny…he’s a big teddy bear for the people he loves.”

“Tell Tony I miss him?”

Pepper nodded and kissed her sister-in-law on the cheek, “I will…but call him.  He’s going insane from not hearing from you.  I think he might think you’re madder at him than you actually are.  And while I know that being hard-headed is a trademark Stark characteristic, you’re the more sensible of the two of you.”

She nodded, and Bucky instinctively wrapped his arm around Inez’ waist, pulling her close to his frame, while Pepper joined Happy in the car.  The two of them watched him drive back down the long path, before disappearing to the right. 

“You know…this feels right!” she admitted softly, looking over her shoulder and into his silvery eyes, “you and me…standing here…waving our guest off for the evening…”

“Inez…”

She bit her lip and nodded, pulling away from the man she had feelings for.  She chose to walk back into the house, and towards the grand staircase, “you’ll stay with me until Steve gets home, right?”

He nodded, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to, Inez…”

“What if I don’t want you to leave, James?” she asked, pausing at the bottom of the steps. 

He walked up to her, pausing when it was only the railing between the two of them.  He reached up and gently stroked her face, “we shouldn’t get any closer, Inez…I know you think you want to play this flirty little game, but it’s not a game to me.  I have some real feelings for you that developed in that bookstore.  And the path I walk never turns out good for those who try to walk it with me…”

“D-do you feel anything for me?” she asked softly, “I mean, you know that I-“

“I kissed you, Inez,” he recalled, cutting her off with a chuckle and a nod, “I think if anything’s safe to say, it’s that I do have feelings for you too.  But you’re supposed to marry Steve…”

“You were supposed to marry Pepper,” she reminded him as she leaned towards his face, “What if I am supposed to end up with you?  What if-”

Bucky felt his heart hammering in his chest.  He was tempted to give in to her kiss, but at the last second he turned away, “Inez…I-“

The two jumped away from one another as the door was nearly kicked open. 

Inez’ eyes went wide when her fiancé was surrounded by a gaggle of five women, all of whom were plastered beyond belief as they stumbled past them without so much as an acknowledgement. 

The two of them stood in silence as they heard the party going up the stairs and down the hall, undoubtedly to the master bedroom.  Music came blaring from down the hall and Bucky frowned when he heard the over exaggerated moans from women starting up. 

“Looks like he wants this marriage as much as I do…” she said thoughtfully, giving him another longing glance, James…I-“

“I’m sorry, Inez…I should go!” he apologized as he quickly made his way out the door, knowing that if he stayed, he was going to take her future vows as seriously as her fiancé upstairs, by fucking her brains out in the entryway.

Chapter 6

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[abbatoirablaze]

Shameless, Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of gun violence/shooting a gun. Smut/oral (M receiving).

“S-She said that I was going to look like a virgin for the rest of my life!” she sobbed.

“O-Okay…okay.  Come on in, Debs.  Sofia is just in the kitchen feeding Anthony,” Tony said nervously as Debbie pushed past him, the mascara she’d borrowed unknowingly from Fiona, running down her cheeks, “Baby…Debbie is here!”

“Hey Debs, what goin-oh my god.  Are you okay?  What happened?” you asked, rushing your little sister.  Tony frowned, giving you a pointed look and you cursed, turning away as your newborn unlatched from you.  You pulled your nursing bra back into place and handed him off to your husband.  Debbie attacked you and fell against your thigh. You dropped to your knees and instinctively started looking for any sign of an injury, “What happened Debbie?”

“Holly Herkimer,” she sobbed, her makeup smearing against your shoulder and throat as she clung to you, “she was so mean.  She said that I looked like I was going to be a virgin forever…I-I had to trick her into going to the barbeque later so that Little Hank would be there.”

“Oh Debbie…”

“I need to send stronger signals,” she cried, “I need to make him see me as a girl he wants to date.”

“Oh, sweetie,” you sighed, rubbing her back, “it’s okay.  Stop crying.  It’s okay.  We will figure it out, I promise.”

“I wanna look like you and Mandy!” she cried, “I-I wanna be pretty.”

“Debbie,” you sighed, feeling for her, “Debbie, you’re pretty, sweetie-“

“Please…”

“How about this?” you asked, pulling away from her ever so slightly, “You go upstairs and grab a shower, and I’ll call Mandy…we’ll get ready together…and she and I will do your makeup…and she’ll take you to the barbeque…”

“Y-you aren’t gonna come?”

“Baby, I was going to spend the day with Tony and Anthony…”

“We can go to the barbeque.”

You looked up at your husband, and he was giving you a soft look, “Tony...are you sure?”

“Yeah…the more the merrier, right?” he asked, “you go grab that shower and clean all that makeup off your face…and by the time you’re done, Mandy will be over, and the girls will get ready with you…and until little Hank shows up me and baby Anthony here can be your dates…”

A blush rose to her cheeks, “really?”

“Really,” he nodded, offering her a smile.  She ran up to his legs and hugged him, “baby, do you have a bottle in the fridge that I can finish feeding him with while you call Mandy?”

“You’re the best Tony!” Debbie sighed against his legs. 

You gave your husband a soft smile and walked over to the fridge to grab the bottle.  Debbie ran up the stairs to start her shower and you handed off the bottle, a dreamy expression taking over your face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, leaning forward until your lips pressed delicately to his, “just-that’s the man I fell in love with…it’s just nice to see him popping up every now and again.”

“What?” he asked gently, “you haven’t seen him in a while?”

“I have been,” you admitted, “it is just nice that it isn’t fading away…”

“I told you, Sof…I’ve changed.”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head, “you haven’t.  You’re the man I fell in love with years ago…you didn’t change…you came back.  And I’m just glad that you’re back.”

“Alright, alright…there he is!” Debbie giggled, “how do I look?”

“Look great kiddo!” you smiled.

“What, you’re just gonna ditch us?” Tony joked.

She smiled at him, “Little Hank is right there Tony…”

“Let the girl go!” you smiled, playfully nudging your husband’s side, “you still have me…”

“Well if I have to settle for anyone-“ You gasped, cutting off his goofy, sarcastic remark and he smiled at you, “I love you, Sof…”

“Thanks Fi Fi!  Thanks Mandy!” Debbie smiled, hugging Mandy and yourself, before tickling your son’s foot, “bye baby Anthony.  Bye Tony!”

“Go get him!” Tony tried, pumping his fist in the air. 

“I’m gonna go see if I can find Lip or Ian!” Mandy smiled, “catch you guys later.”

You watched as Mandy headed in one direction and Debs headed in another. 

“They grow up so fast!” Tony joked, “thank god we still have this one…he’ll be our little baby for a while…won’t go off abandoning us for a barbecue date!”

You rested your head against his arm, and he wrapped it around you, “don’t joke about that.  I feel like we’re going to blink, and Anthony will be ditching us at some block party barbeque.”

“Oh, no way…we’re gonna be the cool parents forever!  He’ll be begging us to hang out with him long after he’s their ages,” he grinned, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, “what do you say we grab some food before the good stuff is all gone?”

“Yeah!” you grinned, “you wanna find a place to sit and take Anthony, or do you wanna grab food?”

“I can grab the food,” he offered, “do you want to grab us some drinks?”

“Sure!”

“See you in a second, mama bear!” he smiled, playfully smacking your ass.

“If you’re looking for the Sunshine adult daycare, it’s up the street, at the church!” Debbie said quickly, as she rushed the old woman in the wheelchair.  Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

“No way!”

“Honey, only time I wanna go to church is when I feel like getting molested!”

“Here you go, ma’am!” one of the men said as they handed her a bag.  She turned and you got a good view of her face.

“What do you want, a tip?”

You rushed across from your house to the house next door while your grandmother insulted Ethel and Malik. 

“I’m sorry, and who are you?”

“GRAMMY GALLAGHER!” you called from the gate. 

She smiled for a pinch, “oh sweet Jesus!  SOFIA, HONEY!  Thank god, I was starting to think your father lost the house.”

“Grammy Gallagher?” Debbie asked.

“I’m your grandmother, sweetheart,” she smiled at Debbie, before looking back to you, “Sofia, who’s baby are you holding?”

“Grammy Gallagher…this is Anthony…my son…your great grandson.”

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she gasped, “he looks like he shot out of your vagina yesterday.  He’s so tiny.”

“I gave birth two weeks ago, Grammy…he’s still a newborn.”

“Would you look at that,” she smiled, coming down the steps to greet you.  She wrapped her arms around you in a hug, then backed away to look at the little boy, “he’s white…”

“As opposed to?”

She laughed, “fair enough…where were you at, huh?”

“I uh-live next door…”

“Mr. Harris doesn’t live there?”

“Died a few years back while you were locked up,” you shrugged, “my uh-my husband bought it for us so that we could be close to the kids.”

“Close?” she laughed, “you’re practically up their asses with a house right next door, Sofia.  Wait…did you say married?  Married to who?”

“Uh, Tony Markovich…known him since we were practically toddlers…”

“And what does he do, huh?”

“He uh, he’s a cop, Grammy Gallagher.”

“Oh Jesus,” she sighed, shaking her head, “just when I thought you couldn’t get any softer, you go marrying a cop and getting knocked up by him.  Though…that could be smart if you ever go my route…he’ll be less inclined to put the bracelets on ya.”

“Grammy, what are you doing out?” you asked.

“I’m dying, sweetheart,” she sighed, stroking your cheek, “now be a good girl and help me up to the bathroom, yeah?”

“I just-it’s so hard to comprehend, you know?”

“Yeah…” he sighed, his eyes closing as you went back to working on him.  His eyes fluttered as you cupped his balls and swirled your tongue around his tip, before licking up his shaft, “righ-right there.  Sofia…oh, fuck.  Right there, baby.”

“I mean…they wouldn’t let her out that early, right?” you asked, your mind entirely focused on something other than giving your husband a blowjob.  His eyes opened once more, and he stared at you.

“I-I’m sorry, are we really talking about your grandmother while you’re sucking my dick?”

“I’m sorry, I just…there’s so much on my mind…like how we can’t have sex for another few weeks and-“

“I could always give you a sensual massage,” he offered, “help you relax, “maybe after you’re done blowing me?”

You bit your lip and looked up at him for a second, before nodding, “yeah…that-that sounds good.  I mean, Anthony is down for his nap, and he’s been sleeping really well lately.”

“Alright, after you finish…I’ll make you feel good!” he smiled, gently guiding your head back down to his cock. 

You grabbed his hardened length and started pumping his shaft, while your mouth suckled on the crown of his cock.  His head fell back, and his hands tangled in your hair while you bobbed up and down.  Your free hand reached back to his balls, and you started massaging them again. 

His hands pressed down on your head ever so slightly, and you allowed him to thrust up into your mouth, “fuck, Sofia…fuck…you feel so good, baby.”

You moaned, the vibrations causing a shiver to ripple up his spine as his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“I-I’m so close, Sof….”

“Cum for me, daddy!” you purred on his length.  He groaned as your grip choked up a little, and your strokes became quicker. His lips parted and his breathing got shallower.  His eyes opened and he released a near silent moan when your eyes met; his load spilling down the back of your throat as his hips bucked needily. 

“OH FUCK!”

Your mouth popped off of his cock and you suckled at his tip.  His eyes went hooded as the sensitivity took over and his cock started twitching with every kitten lick, cum still spilling from his slit. 

“Sof-Sofia…”

A knock broke the two of you from the moment of intimacy.  Your brow quirked as you looked at him, “were you expecting anyone?”

“M-maybe it’-it’s one of your siblings?”

“I’ll get the door,” you offered, tapping his inner thigh. His body jolted, and you giggled as you pushed yourself out of your spot from between his thighs, “pull your pants up.  Last thing we need to do is traumatize Carl or Debbie.”

“Fine, but after they’re gone, I’m taking care of you!” he promised as you went to the door. 

You gasped when you opened it.

“Steve.”

“Oh, uh, hi!” he smiled, “is uh, is Tony home?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Looking for Tony,” he smiled, adding in a little extra fake happiness, “see you two have taken to living in my place pretty well…”

“Fuck you!” you replied, slamming the door in his face. 

“What was that?” Tony asked. 

“What the hell is Steve doing back in town?”

Rage filled his features, “he’s here?”

“At the door!”

“I’ll take care of this, baby!” he frowned.  He went up and pulled you to his chest, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine…just-make that asshole leave…”

“He shouldn’t even be here!” he said dryly, releasing you from his grip.  He went to the door and opened the main one, and then the iron one in front of it, “you’ve got balls coming back here, you know.”

“I brought you something!”

“I don’t take bribes!” he said with a shake of his head.

Steve laughed, “really?  Dude, you’re living in one!  Think of this as a donation.  The Policeman’s Ball.  Tsunami Relief.  End Autism Now.  It’s your choice, really.”

“Go to hell, Steve…”

“Come on now, I’m just being friendly…” he smiled, “looks like things worked out with you and Fiona’s sister…”

“Sofia…” he reminded him, “and yeah, we got married…and had a child in the time that you were gone.”

“Shit…doesn’t look like she just pushed a kid out of her.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Steve…if you were smart, I’d say never come back…”

“Oh, but we both know I’m not…see you at the wedding tomorrow, champ.  You are going to that, right?”

“Go back to whatever hole you were hiding in, Steve!” he spat, closing the door on the man your sister loved. 

“You did what?” you asked, interrupting, “Fi…no.”

“I said I almost did,” she said defensively before looking at you, “I didn’t do it, Fi Fi.  I just, almost did.”

“Oh, Fiona.”

“She’s my wife, she has to tell me these things.”

“I don’t have to tell you shit!” V told Kev. 

“Hey baby, I got you a slice of cake…”

“Oh god, I’ve been craving sugar…”

“Cravings?” Kev asked, “sure you’re not already knocked up with baby number two.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, “we can’t even have sex for another few weeks.  I’ve just been getting my appetite back after getting my doses figured out…”

“Wait, what?” Kev asked, eyes going wide, “that’s real?”

“My meds or the no sex?”

“The no sex!”

“Kev…I pushed something a little smaller than a watermelon out of something the size of a quarter,” you said bluntly, “tell me how that shrinks back in two weeks?”

A blush rose up on his cheeks and V patted his thigh, “see…this is why men are the ones that don’t give birth.  They’d be thinking that they could just shove a pool noodle up there when they realized they couldn’t feel the dick.”

You and your sister laughed, and V joined in, but Kev shrugged, “I mean…if you wanna get some action and that’s the size…yeah I guess.”

The three of you only laughed harder as your own husband shook his head, “want me to hold onto Anthony while you eat?”

“I can hold onto him baby…did you get a chance to get some food?”

“Honestly no,” he laughed.  You leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.  He smiled, “what was that for?”

“You have the cake…I’m still fighting off the extra baby weight.”

“Sof…you look amazing!” he complimented, “you don’t need to work anything off…if anything you could stand to gain a few pounds…you just think that way because of the milk coming in…and how big it’s making your chest…you-”

“See…when we have children, you better treat me like that…even when my body is still rocking after having a baby, when I’m feeling down, I want you to tell me that it’s still kickass!” V smiled, kissing Kev. 

“No problem!” Kev agreed, “when we have our tomorrow babies, I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

“Hey…wanna go mingle?” you asked, looking up at Tony.  He nodded as he ate a forkful of cake. 

“Yeah.  Sure!”

He looped his free hand around your waist after putting the fork back on the plate and led you over to where your dad was rambling about something.

“Really?” you giggled, “This is mingling?”

“Wanna have some cake?” he asked once again, “I can feed it to you?”

A smile rose to your face, “oh, you mean like you did at our wedding?”

He chuckled, “If I remember, you pushed cake into my face too!”

The two of you laughed, and he un-looped his arm to get another forkful, before offering it out to you.  You opened your mouth, and he gently fed you.  You moaned in delight.  The cake was wonderful.

“You keep that up, we’re going to have to sneak back home soon and put Anthony to bed early…might just have to make an exception on waiting another month.”

“Tony Markovich!” you giggled, nudging him.  He smiled as Sheila started tapping a knife into her glass.

“Quiet, please!”

“Quiet everyone!” Jody asked.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t make it all the way down the stairs today!” Sheila apologized, “but baby steps!”

“That’s right mom!”

“Hear hear!”

“Oh, Karen…my baby…all grown up!” she sighed lovingly as she looked at her daughter, “I so wish that your father could have been here today.  I wish that he could have seen you, our sweet girl, all grown up.  And I know that he would be so proud of his grandbaby…no matter who the father was.  Except Frank.  Heh.  He hated Frank.  But it couldn’t have been Frank because there wasn’t any penetration.”

“Oh my god!” you gasped, reaching up to cover your newborn son’s ears.  You looked around and a few other people were gasping, jaws on the floor.

“Eddie didn’t like being penetrated,” Sheila laughed, “he had a funny bump on the side of his penis that he thought was cancer, but it turned out I was just being too rough on him….so, there’s been some obstacles and some pitfalls, but she’s made some wonderful, wonderful friends along the way.  Like Lip and all the Gallaghers.  People I just used to only know as the ones in that house where the cops always came…and by that, I mean Officer Markovich cumming in Fiona and Sofia!”

Your eyes went wide, and you gasped once more, while your husband protectively wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to himself.

“Maybe we should go out the back!” you whispered softly.  He nodded in agreement, but you stopped when you heard your grandmother.

“Jesus, is that bitch ever gonna shut up?” Grammy Gallagher asked.

“And Franks mother,” Sheila frowned, “we’re just so honored that you’re here even though you weren’t even invited.  And not really honored, because you’re a convicted felon. But you’re out now, aren’t you?  Why did they let you out?  Because you’re a loud, mean, vicious bitch!”

Everyone began murmuring, and Tony started pushing you towards the door, “if I remember anything you’ve told me about Grammy Gallagher, we need to leave…now…”

“Okay mom, let’s open presents!” Karen suggested.

“Why don’t you do yourself and everyone else a favor and shut up?”

“Where’s Carl, Debs, and Liam.  We have to get the little ones out of here now…before Grammy pulls her signature glock…”

“I’ll look for them!” he promised, pressing a kiss to your lips, “get by the door with Anthony!”

“And I don’t know HOW, AN ANGEL LIKE THAT MAN COULD HAVE COME OUT OF YOUR POISONED WOMB!”

You grabbed onto your husband’s arm, “Tony, you’re not going into that!”

“SHUT UP YOU BATTY BITCH!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT?” Sheila screamed, “You’ve got a demon mind and a devil’s womb and heart. AND YOUR COOCHIE SMELLS OF BRIMSTONE AND SULFER!”

“I will fuck you up!” Grammy promised, pulling her gun from her bag.

“Shit!”

“Stay back!” he ordered, rushing your grandmother while Sheila encouraged her to shoot.  Steve and Tony rushed her, and pulled the gun from her grip, but not before it went off and took out the fire alarm. 

Immediately, while the men were pushing her back into a chair, you went for Carl, Liam, and Debbie, getting them all together all while trying to get Anthony to stop crying.

“Kids, you get here by the door!” you ordered, already checking them over, “are all of you okay?  Is anyone hurt?”

“Sof?” Fiona asked, looking out the window as the sirens got closer.  She opened it enough for you to see the two cars outside, “Shit…where’s your husband?”

“Tony?” you called.  He was in the living room in a second.

“Are the kids okay?” he asked, kissing you.  You nodded and pointed out the window where the cops were getting out of their cars, “I got it.” 

You passed Anthony off to your sister and went to your grandmother, “Grammy…outside, now!”

“I suppose I could go for a smoke,” she shrugged, before looking at Steve and Ian who were guarding her from leaving, “is that okay with you two?”

“I got her, guys…she’ll be fine.”

They both nodded and allowed you to help her out of the chair.  Ian passed you a smoke and his lighter, and you led your grandmother down the back steps. 

“I suppose this is where you tell me that I’ve got one last smoke of freedom before that cop husband of yours turns me over to the rest of the pigs.”

“Grammy, stop…Tony isn’t going to turn you over to the cops…knowing him, he’ll try to get them to leave without doing anything…but you can’t go around doing that kind of shit…”

“Doing what?”

“Threatening to kill someone…especially in front of a room full of people.  This isn’t Chicago 1920s where we’re all some mobsters looking to turn a blind eye because another lady insulted you.”

She scoffed and took a drag from the cigarette you’d lit up and handed her, “you’re a good kid, Sofia…only one of the grandkids that came to visit me…always found a way to sneak some money onto my books even when you were a bitty thing…you know, you make me glad that I didn’t swallow my son when I had the chance…because it gave me you down the road.”

“I want Anthony to know his great grandmother,” you said softly, “for whatever amount of time that she’s got left…I don’t want you going around and making that shorter because you think you don’t have anything to live for.”

“I don’t have anything, Sofia…” she scoffed, “my husband’s long dead…the only one of my boys that will talk to me is your father, and it’s only because he wants my money…and his and your other siblings seem to hate me.”

“Fiona’s always been on dad’s side…you know that…and Debbie and Carl like you, they just don’t know you.  When you got put away, we were 11.  Debbie was a newborn and Carl and Liam weren’t even here.  And Lip was six and Ian was five.  They didn’t remember you at all…”

She sighed and took another drag from her cigarette, just as Tony came out of the house, with Anthony on his hip. 

“You turning me over?” she asked softly.

“No…” he said with a frown, “what happened was crazy, but no one needs to go to jail…you jus-“

“I know, my granddaughter already scolded me,” she groaned as she took another puff and started coughing.  You rushed up to pat her on the back, but she swatted your hands away, “I know how to handle my poison, Sofia…”

“Grammy…”

“I wanted to wait until after the wedding, but I got you this,” she sighed, reaching into her purse and pulling out an envelope with your name on it, “call it a late wedding present/housewarming/baby gift…”

“Grammy Gallagher, if this is someth-“

“It’s something I had from an old business arrangement,” she sighed tiredly, “I told myself that when I got out, I’d give you some of the money I had stashed away…I’ve got a lot of time to make up for in the time that I’ve missed out with you and your siblings, sweetie…”

“Grammy-“

“It’s five thousand dollars, Sofia…”

Your eyes went wide, and you attempted to push the money back into her hands, “grammy I can’t take this.  That-“

“Then look at it for the money you’ve put on my books these past ten years…or some of it,” she shrugged, “I know that you only worked those odd jobs that you didn’t tell your siblings about so that you put money on my books for me sweetie.  You kept me comfortable when no one else did.”

“Grammy…that was jus-“

“It’s what family does, sweetheart!’ she sighed, pushing the envelope back into your hands, “take it.”

Chapter 14

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Angels & Demons, Chapter 12

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst, mentions of destroying a child/intention of it

“I’ve got the Winchesters pinned down for now, at least,” Meg smiled as she came into the room, ignoring Cas, and a lightly bleeding Caitlyn, “what should I do with them?”

Cas and Lucifer stared at one another.  Cas’ eyes shifted down towards his girlfriend, who was sitting in the corner.

“Leave them alone.”

Meg’s brows raised, “I’m sorry, but are you sure?  Shouldn’t we-“

“Trust me child,” he smiled reassuringly, walking over to her.  He cupped her face, stroking her cheeks, “everything happens for a reason.  Well, Castiel.  It looks like we have some time.  Time to change your mind.  Time for us to talk about your future…and your little human’s future.  And the future of your child.”

Castiel looked over to Lucifer, and he smiled at him. 

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Let’s just see what your little human says, shall we?”

“Castiel!” Caitlyn whimpered, as soon as Meg ripped the tape from her mouth.

“Leave her alone!”

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Lucifer asked sweetly as he leaned down to her level.  She backed herself into the corner and Lucifer grinned, “I can feel the power in you…you’re strong.  You could handle me.  Granted, you’d be more suitable for someone like Gabriel, since he’s the youngest of us, but if it came down to you or Adam, you know, if Sam and Dean destroy themselves, you’re my B team, kiddo.  I mean, hell, Michael lost his B string when your brother died from those ghouls.  He did nothing to protect you.  But my people…we made sure you weren’t home when those nasty, ugly things crept up from their crypts.  Be a little grateful, would you?  Agree to let me in if Sam says no or dies?”

Caitlyn refused to look at him, tears slipping down her cheeks as she turned away.

“LOOK AT HIM!” Meg screamed. 

“Now, now Meg…you’re going to scare her,” Lucifer tisked, “and I can’t have you scaring my possible second option.”

Meg looked at Caitlyn with disdain, “she’s a girl.  A pregnant girl…”

“Her body is strong enough to birth a Nephilim,” he pointed out, “one that will be much stronger than you!”

“Leave her alone!” Castiel repeated.

“Very well…for now, I suppose,” he sighed, “I have matters to attend to.  Meg.  Keep an eye on our visitors.  Will you?”

“We have to get somewhere safe…”

“I’m not leaving you, Castiel!”

“I’m going to make sure we get Sam and Dean as well,” he said firmly, “but I can’t focus if you’re here.  I can’t focus knowin-“

“Knowing what?” she asked, cutting him off, “what Lucifer was talking about?”

Castiel’s jaw twitched, “Caitlyn…if what he was saying is true-“

“It is!” she admitted softly, cutting him off. 

Castiel paled, “what?”

“I-I wanted to tell you when you brought me to Paris, but-“

“How could I not see it?” he asked in disbelief, “H-how could I not tell?”

“I think that the baby is protecting me,” she admitted, “I-I did some research about Nephilim…I mean, I couldn’t find much because they’re-“

“They’re abominations!” he said quickly as he cut her off, “children born between a human and a supernatural entity are abominations.  And according to God, they must be removed from the earth.”

She backed away from him, flinching when he reached out to her.  Her hands immediately went to her stomach, “y-you wouldn’t hurt our baby, would you?”

Castiel suddenly realized his error in his words, and he shook his head, rushing up to her, “I would never.  I-I didn’t mean-“

“Do you think that our baby is an abomination, Castiel?”

“Caitlyn…we-we can’t talk about this right now,” he tried to explain, “we can’t-“

“Do you think our child is an abomination!”

“YES!” he growled, unable to lie to her, “from everything that I’ve been taught, yes.  Our child is a Nephilim.  That means he’s going to be more powerful than me.  And you’re just a human.  I don’t know what it will be.  If it’ll be good, or bad or-“

Castiel stopped speaking when Caitlyn’s palm planted firmly on his cheek.

“Our child is not an abomination or something to be scared of.” She cried, glaring at the angel.

“Caitlyn…”

“If you don’t want our child because you can’t see past it being an abomination, then you don’t have to be there, but I’m not going to just destroy it because you don’t understand it!”

“I’m not having this argument!” he growled once more, “Caitlyn, we need to-“

You need to go…” she hissed, ripping her hand from his grasp.  And before he could say anything against it, she was gone in much the same way an angel had the ability to transport themselves; only, he couldn’t tell where she was going because the Nephilim inside of her had already started to hide her. 

“Looks like you’ve had a hell of a night, kid.”

“That’s not a funny joke…” she frowned.

“And yet, you came back.” He reminded her.  She looked away from him as he brushed her hair to the other side of her neck.  She cowered away from him, and he sighed.  Moving to the other side, he whispered to her, “does this make you feel better?”

Her eyes watered as she looked at a carbon-copy of her lover, “h-how are you doing that?”

“Does me changing how I look in your eyes make you feel better about you being here?” he asked, “you know, I can be very patient…very helpful…I could take care of you and allow you to see him instead of my vessel…could let you live your perfect, happy little fantasy with that pretty boy.”

“Please stop!” she begged. 

He sighed and removed himself from behind her, only to walk around until he was in front of her.  He gestured outwards, showing how he’d gone back to the form of the vessel he was using, “there…”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not all bad!” he answered, “your little angel, your brothers…they would have you believe that I am this truly evil entity, but I’m not.  All I did was rebel a little, refuse to bow like an obedient little soldier…because I believed in something more.  I believed that I was something more.  Much like you believe that your little Nephilim isn’t an abomination.  I know what it’s like to have a child that the rest of the realms looks at as unsafe…as a ticking time bomb…”

“I don’t know why it brought me back…” she admitted, “I-I just wanted to get away from Castiel in that moment and-“

“Your babe could sense that I had something to offer where the one who sired it couldn’t,” Lucifer said warmly, reaching out gently until his hand extended over her stomach, “Caitlyn…what if I told you that I would protect you and your child?  I’ve done it before with my own.  With my Dahlia…she’s been alive for hundreds of years, and no one has attempted to remove her from the face of eternity…”

“I’d call you a liar.  You’re Lucifer!” she answered, “and I’m not stupid.  I remember how earlier you mentioned that if you did have me take Sam’s place you’d kill my child!”

“What if I said that I didn’t have to kill the babe inside of you?”

“Y-you could keep it safe?”

“I could.  I just wanted to scare Castiel.  Make him see that he can’t be a father if he’s trying to work both sides,” He smirked, “how would you feel about moving up to first string, kiddo?”

“I just want my baby to be safe.”

“And he will be,” he promised, “he could be so much more than just a Nephilim born from Castiel and yourself…he could be the heir to hell when I rule paradise….or he could be my right hand, and build new armies of angels that would serve and protect me…protect you.  Let me help you protect the baby.”

She felt uneasy the longer that he talked, regretting her decision to stay when she’d found herself transported back to the farmhouse.

“Think about it, Caitlyn…” he offered, “your body would be unbreakable.  The world would bow to you.  You could make Castiel bow to you…make him regret the words that he said about your unborn child.”

“H-how?” she asked. 

He took her hand in his, and the hand that remained on her belly glowed.  He started chanting in Enochian, and a warmth spread throughout her belly. 

“L-Lucifer…”

“Shhh!” he cooed, shushing her.

“It feels too warm.”

“You’re fine!” he said in a firm tone.

“But Lucifer-“

His chant reached a fever pitch as he chose to ignore her, and it felt like she was being dumped into a lake of ice.  Her entire body felt cold as ice; everything but her stomach. 

She screamed, the world slowly fading out around her as Lucifer laid her softly on the ground.

“All you have to do is say yes, Caitlyn,” he promised as he laid her down, “say yes and I can make sure that your child has Castiel bowing on his knees.  Your child will be my right hand, and you will be a queen amongst all souls.

“I-I” she gasped, the world turning dark around her.

His own eyes closed so that he could focus all of his energy onto her; onto the baby. 

He watched her in silence, his hands ceasing their glow so that she was returned to a calm state. 

But in that small amount of time, he’d caused her stomach to grow, and look like she was about ready to burst.  She looked like she was actively 8 months pregnant instead of being half that. 

“Say it!” he whispered gently into her ear, “just say yes…I promise that I’ll wait until the baby is here.  I’ll make sure that the two of you are safe from all of it.  I’ll let you be on top and mother the child…I just need a vessel that won’t break apart…we have the same goals, Caitlyn…we just want our family to treat us as equals.”

“Okay…” she whispered before drifting off to sleep, “so-so long as the baby-is okay…”

Lucifer smiled as he lifted the young woman and transported them off to the safehouse he’d been staying at. 

He was almost gentle in the way that he’d set her down; remembering when his own wife was pregnant with his daughter.  With a heavy sigh he stepped away from the bed and went towards the door.

“Sleep well, my vessel,” he cooed, “if Sam Winchester rejects me much longer, you’re going in the game.  And I need you to have all of your energy if we’re going to beat Michael.”

Chapter 13

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Hi girlie I just came to say don’t u care ur likes are low most writers would quit at this point but your not which is why I love u

Uh thanks?

But in all honesty, I write for me. If people like what I write, cool. If not, at least it's not taking up space on my computer.

Sure, I write requests for people too, but I don't base what I write off likes...

Love you too though <3

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Girl what is it with you in breaking my heart🙄💔

Story of my life I suppose <3

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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 4

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings: angst, manipulation, darkish Chris Evans

“Hey…just come here, okay?” he asked gently. 

You sobbed into the phone, unsure on why you’d even dialed his number in the first place, “I-I can’t.  I have to-“

“You don’t have to do anything, (Y/N).  He doesn’t own you.  And he doesn’t give a damn,” the actor growled across the line, “he’s made that perfectly clear with how he’s all but thrown you, Johnny, and Shayla to the side.  You’re past the year of your contract.  You had the children like he wanted.  Just-come stay with me while you get everything sorted out.”

“Sebastian, Chris is a good father to the twins.  He was good to me.  He just is under a lot of stre-“

“No…” he hissed, cutting you off, “if that asshole gave a damn, he’d be there.  He’d be working things out instead of filming and ignoring his girlfriend and two newborns.  He’d be telling you every morning that he’s grateful for you being such a wonderful woman and mother to his children.  He’d be worshipping the ground you walked on.”

“He can’t help that he-“

“Don’t defend him, (Y/N)…not after everything you’ve been through…” he said in an exasperated tone, “not after what you told me about the stunt he’d already tried to pull with you!”

“You really have to go and film?” you asked nervously as you looked between his suitcase which was opened and in the process of being packed, and back to the crib where the twins were peacefully sleeping for the moment, “I-I thought you were going to take time off?  What happened to that? I thought that-“

“Twins are expensive, (Y/N),” he grumbled shortly, barely giving you a glance as he tossed another pair of boxers into the suitcase, “and I-“

“Are we okay financially?” you asked nervously, “I-I could get some part time job to help out if we need it.  I-“

He gave you a look before shaking his head, “we’re fine, financially.  If I wanted to I could retire today and we’d be set…to be honest I’m looking forward to the peace and quiet for a few months.  I feel like this is the first time they’ve been quiet since we took them home from the hospital.”

“The twins can’t help it,” you sighed, feeling upset over the fact that Chris’ anger at the twins’ unnatural sleep schedule had kept the two of you up at all hours of the day, “they’re babies, Chris…you knew this type of thing could have happened.  I mean, the classes we took warned us that it is likely with multiples.”

“I didn’t fucking expect it from my kids though,” he growled, finally looking at you, “I thought I’d get more than two hours of sleep in a day…thought that my family would stay longer than a week to help us out-“

“Chris your mom and siblings have lives of their own…they can’t push everything aside because we had twins.  I’m grateful for everything that they’ve already done for us, but they needed to go back home.  You’re being insensitive to their needs.”

“Their needs?  They said that they’d help us,” he replied, “they said that they’d stay a month and help us get everything squared away with them.  But they were out after a week, (Y/N).”

“Chris-“

“And you won’t even let me hire a nanny!” he frowned as he continued on, “our problems would be so much less of an annoying matter if you just let me hire an au pair or something to take care of them…”

“Chris, I don’t want our kids being raised by someone else.  I don’t work…I want to take care of them.”

“Well, you’re doing a shit job at it.  I mean, you don’t have a job, but they’re screaming and crying all the time.  You’re a horrible mother, (Y/N).”

“They’re newborns…i-it’s hard, Chris,” you said defensively as your arms crossed over your chest, “and you’re home…but you won’t help at all…I mean-“

“So you won’t let me hire a nanny…and you won’t let me get any work done…I don’t help because I’ve been busy…providing a stable home environment by auditioning…because I have a career!” he said firmly, “if we’re waking up at all hours of the day and night and they’re screaming because they haven’t eaten enough or-“

You couldn’t stop your hand.

Before you knew it you had slapped him hard enough to stop him from speaking. 

You gasped and retracted at the sight of the red mark that was welling up on his cheek.  His face turned towards you, rage in his eyes, “really (Y/N)!”

“I’m doing everything that I can, Chris…but you’re pretty much making me do this alone.  I’m not going to hire a nanny if our children’s father wants nothing to do with them and hiring someone is his way of getting out of his responsibility.  I-“

“You know what…you used to be fun…before the twins came along, before you got pregnant…when we were just having endless sex and trying…you were so much fun…but I see where I made my mistake,” he mused, “the fucking was fun because that’s what you’re good at.  You weren’t meant to be a mother.  I fucked up, because I tried to make a whore into a housewife…”

“Fuck you!”

“It’s been a year, (Y/N)…I think that we’ve satisfied the contract…you’re released.”

Your throat went dry as you looked at him.  Realization crossed your features as the words processed, “a-are you breaking up with me?”

“No…I’m firing you.” He growled, “saying I’m breaking up with you would mean that our relationship was anything more than just fucking, partying, and going to parties together where you were something pretty on my arm to help my credibility.”

“You’re something else…you know,” you whimpered, unable to stop the aching in the back of your throat as your voice cracked, “I-I fucking loved you and you just-“

The words felt like a knife to the heart.  His eyes seemed cold and emotionless as he watched you, “you can start looking for a place…as promised, I’ll pay all of your move in fee-“

“If I leave, the kids leave, Christopher.” You said quickly, cutting him off once more.

He stopped speaking, and his blank stare turned into a glare.  His normally deep cerulean eyes went darker than a stormy day, “what did you say?”

“It’s in the contract, Chris…the contract that both of us signed,” you reminded him, “where I go, any child that we create goes.”

“Bull shit,” he spat, “You’re not taking my children from me, (Y/N)!”

“He thought he could kick you to the curb, take the children, and hire a nanny to care for them while he jets off for whatever roles he takes, (Y/N!)” he reminded you, “and when he realized that he couldn’t just do that because you get the kids he told you to ‘simmer down and think over your decisions,’ while he took that role.”

“I can’t leave, Sebastian…” you sighed, “I-the kids are babies…I-I can’t just jump on a plane and-“

“I’ll talk to my director!” he said quickly, cutting you off, “I’ll get them to shoot the scenes without me and then I’ll rent a car and drive down to you.  I’ll bring you back to New York and you can stay with me…”

“Sebastian-“

“You don’t deserve what’s happening to you…” he said sadly into the phone, “you don’t deserve that…Shayla and Johnny don’t deserve that…”

“What am I going to do without Chris, Sebastian?” you asked, “I don’t have any skills.  I won’t have a job.  I-“

“Be my personal assistant.”

“What?”

“You can stay with me…manage my calendar and shooting schedule…and in return I’ll give you free room and board…all the time you need to take care of the kids…spending money if you want it.  Just, let me take care of you.”

“I can’t do that to you, Sebastian…”

“You’re not doing anything to me,” he sighed, “I just-from the day I first saw your headshot, I knew that there was something there.  I-I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have any options because your trapped in some ivory tower because of Chris…”

“I jus-“

“Just stay with me for a while?” he asked, cutting you off once more, “let me show you what it could be like to have a life outside of the walls Chris put you behind…”

“I’m not looking to jump into another relationship, if that’s what you’re after,” you said firmly, “I-I know that we have some chemistry, but me and Chris broke up…I think…and I have two children now.  I-I can’t just jump into anything fast paced or serious.  I-I need to focus on Johnny and Shayla.”

“I’m not asking you for a chance to be your husband or a boyfriend…I just want to be there for you in any capacity that you’ll let me…”

“You want to drive cross-country to pick up me and two infants who are three months old and then drive us all the way back to the East Coast to live in some apartment while you’re shooting a tv show you work for…where?”

“I live in New York, doll…”

“Filming in New York and you live there?” you asked, “that’s convenient…”

“Don’t say no…”

“It’s going to take some time for me to pack up…”

“I’m booking a flight out to you,” he said loudly.  You sighed, knowing that he put you on speaker phone and was indeed looking up and booking a flight out, “the first flight out to you…I’ll talk to my director as soon as we hang up…tell him it’s an emergency.  Gossip Girl’s a pretty good group to work with…and…booked.  My flight leaves in two and a half hours…straight shot there…”

“Sebastian…” you said nervously, already feeling the cold feet of your decision as you looked to the twins who were sleeping soundly on the center of your bed.

“I’ll rent an SUV or van or something big so you can pack as much as you want…” he said quickly, “pack enough for you and the babies…”

“The way you say that makes me think you don’t want me coming back…”

“You’re not coming back once we leave his house, baby…” he said firmly, “you and the twins are staying with me…and you’re going to pursue whatever it is that makes you happy.”

“Wh-what if he tries to come for Johnny and Shayla?” you asked, looking once more at the twins.

“You put it in the contract…he signed it…he already backed off when he realized that he fucked up!” he said quickly, “he might try to, but he knows that he probably has no legal standing and that it’s his fault for signing before reading the whole thing anyways.”

“But I didn’t just up and leave when he was filming, Sebastian…it’s not just me,” you answered, “I’m taking his kids away from him.”

“No, you’re not,” he replied, “you’re just doing what he suggested a week ago when he walked out that door and left you alone with two infants.  Chris broke up with you.  He wanted you to look for a place of your own.  He wanted you out of his life, because he’s disposing of you like a used-up piece of trash.”

“He didn’t want me to take the kids.”

“What’s he going to do?” Sebastian asked, “kidnap them and then hire a nanny to take care of them while he ignores them?  It’s better off this way…the kids need you!  They need their mother who’s going to be there for them.  Not some father who’s been in tabloids since he left because he’s partying it up while they’re getting watched by some stranger.  Think about it…if he comes after you, saying that he’s going to go for custody of the kids, you have a pre-drawn up contract stating you get sole custody if you two split.  Not only that, but any judge worth his weight in salt would let the children stay with you once they saw the shit he’s been accused of in the tabloids.   The drunk TMZ videos where he’s with fans in the middle of a busy sidewalk cursing at the paparazzi.  Chris is wild, (Y/N)…”

“Yeah…” you sighed, “I guess you’re right.”

“I am.  And I’ll see you tonight!” he confirmed with a heavy sigh.

“Yeah…I-I’ll see you tonight…” you agreed.

“No looking back?” he asked, “you and the twins stay with me until you figure out what you want to do?”

“I-I’m going to pay you back every cent that I use, Sebastian…”

“I already told you,” he answered with a chuckle, “you’re my new assistant…we can go over the details when I get there, okay?”

You sighed, nodding along, “Yeah…okay.”

Chapter 5