#and i couldn't find this scene in the tag so had to gif it myself

[ctl-yuejie]

[ghostboneswrites2]

Safer

Summary: After the fall of the prison and a brutal assault, Daryl cares for you.

NOTE (please read): A mutual requested this a while ago. Took a long while to write, and tbh I considered turning the req down given the premise and my firm stance on writing graphic SA which you can find here. However, they explained to me that they are a victim of a violent s*xual assault, and they expressed it would be healing in a way to have a story where they were cared for by their comfort character. After some consideration, I decided to go for it. I'm sure a lot of us have been victimized by people who couldn't control their urges, or those who lacked respect for our boundaries, bodies, and consent. Myself included. So, this story is for us, to those of us that can stomach it. 

DISCLAIMER: There are no scenes of graphic SA, only the aftermath. While I will not be telling any descriptive scenarios of being assaulted, I do want to clearly express that this is a generally heavy story and it may not be suitable for all audiences. Please consume responsibly.

**I will not be tagging anyone on the taglist due to the content of this story**

18+MDNI ||  WARNINGS: non-graphic allusions to SA, violence, mild nudity descriptions, generally heavy content so I can't say it enough: TW!!!

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        Daryl's vision was blurred as he blinked himself to consciousness. It took him some time to gather his thoughts and recognize his surroundings. His wrists and ankles were bound together, his mouth gagged with a cloth that tasted of sweat and filth. He stared up at the treetops towering over him. It was dark outside, save for the dim light of a dying campfire a few feet away. He lifted his head from the forest floor and looked down past his feet. Lumps of sleeping bodies under raggedy blankets and torn sleeping bags rested around him. His heart raced as his memories crept back in; of you, screaming his name, of him fighting off the group of men who caught him off guard, of twigs snapping and a searing pain over the side of his head. Was that why his face felt so sticky? Was it dried blood?

        His eyes strained in the fading light of ember and ash. Where were you? He noticed a crumpled form at the foot of a tree. Her breathing was shallow and her clothes were torn, pants not even pulled up over her bare behind. That much, he could see. His throat tightened. His eyes watered. What the hell had he let them do to you? How could he have let this happen? He had to get you out of there, and fast. If they hadn't killed him yet, that was surely on their agenda.

        He began to squirm and writhe against his restraints. Whoever tied him up had experience. Just as hopelessness began to set in and cloud his judgement with fear -- real, genuine fear -- he noticed a reflection in the leaves. Just a few feet past his boots, a man was curled up on his side, snoring lightly in the calm breeze. His back was turned to Daryl, and behind him set a grungy backpack with a blade sticking out of the smallest pocket in the front. He glanced back  to you, shivering on the ground, unsure if you were awake or unconscious or simply passed out from the exhaustion of prior events. 

        The sight of you in your disheveled mess was all her needed to kick him into gear. Carefully and hastily, he scooted himself down toward his only chance at redeeming his status as a loyal protector of the weak and vulnerable. Ideally, he'd be able to accomplish this in silence, but he was not in an ideal situation. His circumstances were heavy, laced in sweat and angst. The leaves beneath him rustled as his back slid across the ground, twigs snapping or moving to the side as he made his way closer to the large hunting knife. He'd pause between each scoot, studying the sleeping men around him for any sign of movement or wakefulness. When he'd decide the coast was clear enough, he'd resume. It felt like an eternity, but he made it there. 

        His core muscles strained as he sat himself up. He realized how sore he was. He must have taken a good beating. Seemed fitting, though. He was never one to go down without a fight. He left that sort of weakness in his past.

        He guided his shaky, bound hands over to the bag. He slowly slid the knife out of the front pocket. His heart raged against his ribs. He didn't dare take a single breath until it was secured. 

        Slow. Slowness. Slowly. He repeated every variation of the word in his mind as he positioned the knife between his palms and dragged it back and forth until the rope finally severed. A silent breath of relief escaped him as he ripped the gag from his lips and worked on the rope tied around his ankles. When he was free, he stood and counted the sleeping bodies beneath him. Excluding you, there were four. 

        He considered waking you up and running for the hills, but he couldn't leave any loose ends. No, he thought of it like when your t-shirt has a loose thread. You could leave it to keep unraveling, or you could burn it at  the base and extend the lifetime of your clothes. He decided he needed to burn this string before it could unravel any further.

        Starting with the man closest to him -- the one who so graciously left his knife in plain sight for the archer -- he krept over and crouched down, plunching the blade into the base of his skull. Then, he moved on to the next, and the next one, and the one after that, until they were all a problem of the past. Until that pesky little thread could do no further damage to the rest of the shirt.       

        When the dirty work was behind him, he dropped the knife and rushed over to you. Your wrists were tied like his, but you were tied to the tree so you couldn't run. He eyed you over and gulped. With your pants not fully covering you and your shirt all ripped up, he could see the finger-shaped bruises littering your skin. There was blood on your inner thighs. Your lips were swollen and cut. His blood heated until it hit a boiling point. His hands trembled as they hovered over you. Touching you  felt like a crime, but he had to wake you. He had to get you out of there.

        "(Y/N)." He whispered as he laid a hand on your shoulder. You were shivering in the cool air, but a thin layer of sweat blanketed your exposed flesh. He gave you a gentle shake. "((Y/N), c'mon. We gotta go." He pleaded softly.        

        Your body jerked and you jolted awake. You gave him no chance to explain as you scrambled to your knees and cowered away against the tree. 

        "(Y/N) it's me. It's Daryl." He attempted his most soothing tone of voice. "C'mon, let me get ya cleaned up."        

        He outstretched his arm, offering you his  hand. Without making eye contact you made a move to take it, but you were stopped by the restricting force of the rope that kept you anchored to the tree trunk. He moved quickly for the knife he tossed to the side earlier and returned with it. Without the pressure of remaining silent, he had your hands free in seconds.

        He wasted no time helping you to your feet and averting his gaze as he slid your pants up where they belonged. He found he had a hard time keeping his mind straight and focused as your weeping filled the quiet campsite. 

        "Shh.." He cooed, keeping one hand on your upper back as he ushered you along with him to gather his things and yours. A smart man would have rummaged through the belongings of the ones he killed, too, but he wasn't concerned with making a smart call at that point. He was only worried about you.

        "It's alright. C'mon. Let's get ya somewhere you can rest. It's alright. C'mon." He felt useless as ever, repeating the same generic words of comfort as you limped along beside him. He never urged you to up the pace, he didn't drag you along or have you carry your own bag. He felt like the least he could do was shoulder the weight of survival on behalf of you both. He couldn't get the image out of his mind of ou laying there,caked in blood, sweat, and bruises. A girl like you should have been caked in perfume and makeup. You hair should have been done up nice for a Sunday brunch, not matted with leaves and dirt. Your clothes should have been pristine and well fitting, unlike the filthy torn clothes that were beginning to hang off your frame like tender meat falling from the bone. You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve any of it.

        Eventually he found an acceptable spot that looked like it could have been a den for a hibernating bear. It was a big shrub by a little stream, perfectly indented to give you both enough room to crouch under its foliage. He gently set you down, dropping his bow and your bags beside him. He crouched down in front of you and scanned you, worry written articulately over his features. 

        Your eyes remained glued to the ground. Your nose was upturned in disgust but your eyes told a different story; one of pain and despair and mourning for the person you were before that night. Your frown was deep enough to leave a scar. 

        "(Y/N)..." He breathed. Your eyes slowly found their way to his and welled with tears all over again. Of all things you had -- meaning, being alive and away from those men -- there was nothing you were more grateful for than his blue eyes staring back at you. You hated the way he looked at you with defeat and pity, though. You hated that he had one more thing to worry about. Still, he was there, and he was welcome. "Let's get ya cleaned up, okay?"

        You nodded once, if absentmindedly. Your thoughts were elsewhere. You couldn't pinpoint their location, though. They were scrambled, swarming all around you, like gnats you couldn't swat away.

        He pulled an old shirt from his bag and leaned over to the stream, getting it nice and wet before wringing it out. He turned back to you and brought it up to your cheek, gently dabbing and swiping away at the dirt, grime, sweat, and blood. He moved on to your neck and hands, then he paused. You both looked down at your jeans. You knew it needed to be taken care of, and he did too, but the question was really about which one of you would be brave enough to work on the gruesome scene between your legs.

        One look at your expression and he knew it couldn't be you. But, how could it be him? He couldn't put you in such a vulnerable position. No, not him.

        That's when the lightbulb went off over his head. The stream, of course.

        "Here." He offered you a hand. You took it slowly and he led you to your feet. "Wanna get in the water?" He asked. You stared down at the serene flowing water, trickling just before your feet. He cleared his throat. "I don't gotta look."

        You almost could have laughed. After everything that had happened, Daryl seeing you bathe wasn't really a concern. Still, you had to maintain some shred of dignity, and washing those men off of you was a much needed stride toward leaving that horrid night in your past. So, you nodded, and he turned away to start a fire where you could warm up after rinsing off.

        The button was busted off of your jeans. You guessed they couldn't waste their time with something as simple as undoing a button. You let out a shaky sigh and gritted your teeth. You moved to bend over and slide your jeans down, but a searing pain shot through your insides. You whimpered. "I can't." You barely managed.

        "Huh?" He asked over his shoulder.

        "I can't." You spoke up with a tremble. "I can't get them off. It hurts."

        His throat tightened up. Had they really been so cruel to you?

        "Ya want me to..." He trailed off.

        "Please." You whispered and shut your eyes. He stood beside you and pulled your pants down to your ankles, kneeling down as he did so.

        "Grab my shoulder." He instructed softly. You did. "Left leg." He said. You pulled it out. "Now the right." 

        With your jeans off, he stood up and looked down at your face, which you his from him, avoiding his gaze. 

        "Your -- Uh.." He glanced down at your underwear. You nodded, not needing to see what he meant. He followed the same process with those and turned away as soon as he was done. You cleared your throat. 

        "Can you help me sit?" You whispered. He sucked in a breath. It wasn't that you were annoying him. Anything but that, actually. He was glad to help you in any way you needed. It was the simple fact that you needed the help that was eating him alive. The thought that those guys could hurt you in this way, to this extent, was infuriating and heartbreaking. 

        He turned back to you and hovered behind you, placing a hand under each arm to support you while you lowered yourself down into the water. Once you were sitting on the creek bed, you adjusted yourself and sighed.

        "Just, uh, watch for snakes, okay?" Was all he could say before turning his attention back to the fire finally.

        Your frown deepened as you stared down at your bloodied thighs. A plop beside you startled you before realizing it was just the old shirt he was using to clean you up.

        "Figured ya might need it." He mumbled.

        You gripped the cloth in your hand and stared at it. Blood and filth stained it. Your lip quivered as you ran it over your inner thighs, scrubbing your own dried blood away and watching it disappear in the gentle current. You hissed and winced as you cleaned yourself where you were really injured. 

        When you were done, you peered over your shoulder, where Daryl stared at the small flame. He felt your eyes on him and he looked up at you. 

        "Need some clothes?" He asked.

        "Please." You replied. He nodded once and rummaged through your bag. He could only find a semi-clean shirt, but no more pants. He pulled his own bag forward and searched for the new two-pack of boxers he'd scavenged awhile back. 

        "I, uh, didn't see no more pants, but... You can have those." He said, holding your shirt and the fresh boxers out to you.

        "Thanks." You pressed your lips into a thin attempt at a friendly smile. 

        He turned away again so you could change your shirt, but you needed his help with the boxers, which he did without you needing to ask, and without a single peek at you.

        He helped you back over to the den where you could warm up by the fire. You kept the blanket in your bag, so he made sure to wrap it around your shoulders while you sat.

        "Ain't got no food." He broke the silence after a little while. You nodded.

        "Not hungry anyways." 

        "Mm." He hummed. "Get some sleep. I'll keep watch."

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        By midday, you were on the move again, trailing right behind him as he stomped slowly over the underbrush so you could keep his pace. He'd stop every now and then, and though he didn't say it, you knew it was because he didn't want to overwork you. 

        By late afternoon, the sun was on the far end of the sky, casting an orange glow over the woods. 

        Daryl had barely been able to look at you, and you couldn't exactly claim any different. You two had taken a break again, sipping water and scanning around for any game or edible plants.

        "I want ya to know.." He cleared his throat, shattering the thick silence that glazed over you both all day. "I want ya to know I didn't see it. None of it."

        "I know you weren't looking." You deadpanned.

        "Nah, not at the stream. I meant -- I didn't see none of it." He clarified. He had a sneaking suspicion the reason you couldn't bare to look at him might have been the possibility of him seeing what had happened to you. He, however, just hated seeing you look so broken, knowing had he been more vigilant yesterday, none of those guys would have been able to sneak up on him. You looked at him finally.

        "I know. They hit you over the head 'cause you were fighting them."

        "Mm." He nodded. "I just... I need to tell ya I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he looked down at his hands and back up to you. His leg was bouncing anxiously and his gums must have bled from how hard he chewed at them.

        "Why?" You pushed your eyebrows together.

        "I shoulda been lookin' out. Shoulda protected ya. Shoulda--"

        "You were. You have been." You cut him off. "You've looked out for me every day since the prison. You've been protecting me since the quarry. You protect everyone. That wasn't your fault." You insisted. He just looked back down at his hands and sniffled, blinking back tears. He scolded himself for being the one to cry, when you were the one who got hurt. "Hey." You pressed on. "Listen to me. You got us out of there. You took care of them. You saved me. Then, you still took care of me. If we were still back there, they would have killed you and robbed you by now. And, if they hadn't killed me yet, I'd be wishing I was dead. I wouldn't be here without you. I would have never survived even before last night without you, and I wouldn't be sitting here telling you that today if it weren't for you."

        He looked you in the eyes as you spoke every word. It was a great relief to him that you weren't angry with him -- that you didn't blame him. Still, he felt so uneasy.

        "Can we camp here?" You asked suddenly. He shrugged.

        "Yeah. We can." He agreed. His voice was still broken.

        "Can I sit with you?" You asked. He looked confused but he still nodded, even if he was unsure what you meant.

        Ignoring the aches all over your body, you crawled over to him and sat in front of him, between his legs, leaning your back against his torso. He was stiff, unused to being so close to someone, but he didn't resist. As you settled in and got comfortable, he rested his arms by your sides.

        "You didn't fail me, Daryl. Nobody makes me feel safer."

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[blackdreadbalerion]

morning glory

PAIRING ⇢ Prince Aegon II Targaryen x fem!Reader [Name]

RATING ⇢ 18+ | minors don’t interact!

SUMMARY ⇢ Prince Aegon and his wife enjoy a slow morning together

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇢ ok here goes nothing (bare with me this took a lot of willpower because i am my own harshest critic). if you do have any advice or constructive critic i am very happy to listen and learn, so feel free to let me know. to be honest, i don't know how i ended up writing for Aegon because I am an Aemond girl first and foremost. But somehow this idea made its way into my brain and i couldn't help myself, so..

Also, a big thank you to @aemonds-war-crime for helping me figure out how to tag this correctly!

WARNINGS ⇢ mostly smut | sexual content | reader is asleep at the start but it is implied she gave her consent prior (this scene is part of a longer work) | maybe some fluff?

WORD COUNT ⇢ 1'408 words

Aegon blinks open his eyes, groaning quietly as he rolls out of the sun, closer to his sleeping wife.

[Name] seems to be dead to the world still, and for a while, Aegon contents himself by watching the rays of sun moving up her back, bathing her in a soft glow, making her look even more ethereal.

Eventually, his gaze starts to slide lower, to the soft pink flesh he can see between her legs. There are some spots of white substance on her thighs, and he bites his lip as he remembers the night before, how she had writhed underneath him, always pulling him closer, taking whatever he gave to her, even demanding more, telling him that she wanted to keep him inside of her until they woke up.

“I have been blessed by the gods,” he murmurs to himself, one of his hands lowering to stroke his cock as he reaches out with the other, running a gentle finger down her back and between her folds.

[Name] mumbles something intelligible in her sleep, shifting one of her legs a little bit, almost as if to give him permission.

His mind set, Aegon slips closer on the bed, wetting his cock on her folds before slipping it inside her wet heat in one long thrust.

“A-ah…what-Aegon?” his wife yelps as she wakes up, one of her hands grabbing onto his arm as he wraps it around her chest.

“Good morning, wife. I apologize for not waking you up. You were simply too tempting to resist. And it is my name day, after all. I should be allowed to do whatever I wish today, do you not agree?” he asks her, his cock twitching inside of her as he holds himself still.

[Name] lets out a quiet snort, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder. Aegon can’t help but smile at the genuine warmth he finds in her lilac eyes, and he leans down to press a few fluttering kisses against her shoulder and neck.

“Do you not always do whatever you wish, dear husband?” she teases him, all the while pushing herself back towards him, letting him know without words that he can keep going.

Aegon growls quietly, his hips starting to move of their own accord, and his free hand moves down her front, teasing along her breasts before cupping her mound and rubbing soft circles.

[Name] lets out a quiet moan at his ministrations, throwing her head back against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed. She lifts her leg a little bit, opening up for him beautifully, and Aegon rewards her with a biting kiss to her jaw, leaning over her to finally plunder her mouth as she lets him do as he pleases.

With the combined assault of both his cock and his finger, it doesn’t take long for [Name] to reach her peak, her cunt tightening around Aegon, and he grits his teeth to keep himself from following after her, fucking her until her body stops shaking.

“My love, my beautiful wife. I wish for you to ride me. Take your pleasure from me, show me you are mine and I am yours, my little dragon,” Aegon whispers into her ear before pulling out, his cock bobbing up towards his stomach, swollen with need.

[Name] follows after him, turning onto her hands and knees as she crawls over him, leaning down to teasingly press a hot kiss to his tip on the way.

“Do not keep me waiting, my love, please,” Aegon rasps out, only to let his head fall back onto the bed when she takes him inside her once more, settling into his lap in a smooth movement.

“Ngh, you feel so good inside of me, husband,” [Name] breathes, leaning over him, her hands settled on his chest as she starts to move her hips.

Aegon slides his hands up her thighs, content to watch as she uses him for her own pleasure, quiet gasps falling from her mouth.

He can tell when she is close to reaching her peak, her movements losing rhythm, but he keeps still, licking over his lips.

“Touch me. Please, Aegon. I need you to touch me,” [Name] begs, one of her hands sliding down her body towards her center.

A smirk spreads on Aegon’s face as he reaches out and pushes her fingers away, toying with her cunt, circling his thumb over the little nub.

“Let yourself go, my love,” he commands, pushing his hips up to meet hers with every thrust.

[Name] throws her head back with a gasp, a visible shiver running down her body as she shakes on top of him, riding out her high with his help.

Once her peak has passed, [Name] collapses onto his chest, pressing a kiss to his collarbone as her breathing slows down.

“Take what you need from me, husband. Use me as I have used you,” she whispers into his ear a few seconds later, and Aegon lets out a happy groan at her words, resuming his movements once more as he holds her close.

Chasing his own peak, Aegon wraps his arms around his wife, pistoning his hips up into her warmth, until she clenches around him, pushing him over the edge as he lets go. His hips stutter and he holds [Name] down on his lap as he grinds against her, riding out his release, both of them breathing heavily.

“If only I could wake up like this every day, I believe the realm would be a much better place,” Aegon eventually breathes out, tilting his head as he grins up at his wife.

[Name] shakes her head with a soft laugh, leaning down to press her lips onto his, her fingers playing with his hair and running along his face.

“You truly are insatiable, Aegon. Is it not enough to have my evenings and my nights, now you want my mornings too?” she asks him, whispering the words against his lips in between kisses.

Aegon chuckles, running his fingers down [Name]’s sides in a teasing caress and settling at her waist, carefully lifting her as he pulls out, his seed slowly trickling down her legs.

“I will never get enough of you, my love. You are mine now. Mine to fuck, mine to hold, mine to worship. Every little piece of you is mine, and I will gladly prove it to you and the rest of the realm every day.”

A soft smile spreads on [Name]’s face as she rests her chin on his chest, and Aegon wraps an arm around her, keeping her close.

“You are mine too, Aegon. Mine to cherish, mine to keep. Mine to love.”

Their tranquil moment is rudely interrupted when the door to his chambers slams open, revealing Aemond, followed by his servants.

Aegon groans, pulling his bedsheets up to cover his wife from their eyes - he might have no shame, but [Name]’s body is only his to see.

“What is it? Why must you interrupt our nice morning?” he asks his brother with a sigh, knowing that he will not get this moment back.

“It is time to rise, brother. The banquet is starting soon, and then afterwards the tourney will be held. Our people must see their future King and Queen. You two can work on adding to your family later,” Aemond replies with a straight face.

Aegon just groans and sinks back into the bed, willing his brother to go away. [Name] giggles, pressing a kiss to his lips and tugging on his hair.

“He is right, husband. I would hate to miss the banquet or the tourney. Everyone will be celebrating you today, so we should thank them,” she decides.

Aegon sits up with a sigh, unable to deny his lady wife anything.

From somewhere near the bed, [Name] has apparently managed to find his shirt from the evening before, slipping it over her head to protect her modesty. It’s big on her, covering her up down to her thighs, and Aegon lets out another groan at how much she looks like his.

“Gods, wife, you really know how to tease your husband,” he tells her, reaching out to pull her into his arms.

[Name] dances out of reach with a laugh, evading his arms and sending him a flying kiss.

“Save your honeyed words for later, husband. It is time for me to get dressed - I shall see you later!” she calls out as she heads out of his chambers and taking his sunshine with him.

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Hey bestiee, How are you doing?

It been soo long I know 😅, how about loki taking care of the reader while she is struggling with studying for exams?

No pressure!

Lots of love❤

Professor Laufeyson

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Loki makes sure you take a break during studying. Being the supportive boyfriend he is, he even helps you study - kinda.

Warnings: studying? some stress, slight panic, fluff and a lot of sexy stuff/steamy hot times/suggestive smut

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: I have now two weeks off! Yaaay! 🥳 And to celebrate that, I'm gonna give you this... And this turned out smuttier than I thought, but well... 👀 I'm not complaining - and I'm certain you guys are not complaining as well. 👀 Enjoy! Especially you, my friend @simping-for-marvel !

P.s. I hope you all's 'muscle memory' is working, 'cause there's a scene in there who is even better when you're able to connect the dots. 😏

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"Ugh..." You groaned; rubbing your temples with both hands. Why was studying such a pain in the ass? Why am I even doing this to myself? You asked yourself; on the verge of despair. Right... Because my stupid ass wanted to become a teacher...

Reminding the words of your best friend - no pain, no gain - you took a deep breath and kept on going. You tried so hard to get the information of the various texts and formulas inside your head - but you couldn't. Your brain was already so stuffed full and fogged up, you couldn't do that anymore. It was like trying to squeeze your foot in a way too small shoe.

Impossible.

And hence, the stuff you had to learn for the exam wasn't even difficult! 'Just' some basic knowledge! You should know that already! But right now, you felt like you couldn't even calculate what was one plus one...

Another desperate groan left your lips. It didn't help. You needed to keep going. You had to.

Unbeknownst to you - yet, summoned the groan which left your lips your boyfriend, who was just down the hall in the living room; casually sitting on the sofa, reading. His ears literally perked up at the sound of his lover seemingly falling into despair. Closing his book shut, he stood up and made his way towards your little study.

Knocking gently on the door, "Darling?" Loki stepped cautiously inside - only to find you hunched over your desk; almost tearing your hair out. The god's eyebrows slanted. Seeing you like this caused his heart to ache - and he knew exactly what the problem was... "Darling..." He said once more; approaching you. "Y/N..." The moment his gentle hands touched your back; you flinched. You were so zoned out and lost inside the impossible task ahead, that you didn't even notice Loki.

"Shhh, my love, it's just me." You turned around in your chair to face him; forcing a smile on your face. "Hey..." You saw the look on his face, and before he could say something, you lunged forward to kiss him.

Then you quickly turned in your chair again and focused on the notes in front of you. Loki said nothing, just watched you 'work' for a few minutes. His gaze was critical. Something you didn't notice.

Suddenly you felt his hands on your back again, but this time, they were sliding lower; coming to rest on your hips. He leaned in closer; causing you to feel his warm, minty breath against the shell of your ear. "You need a break, darling. I can see that."

You immediately shook your head. "I can't, Lokes. I have to keep on studying. Unless, I won't pass the exam." Your boyfriend's eyebrow lifted - also something you weren't able to see, before he started to smile mischievously.

He leaned even closer; pressing his lean, but strong chest against your shoulder blades. He started to kiss and gently nip on the skin of your neck. You knew what he was trying now - and you tried with all your willpower to resist, but when Loki started to softly bite you, only to soothe the stinging pain with his cool tongue, your walls were crumbling down. You closed your eyes; fighting the urge to moan. "L-Loki, s-stop, I-" "Oh, no, no..." He interrupted you; grip tightening on your hips. "You're taking a break, darling. Now. I don't want you to have a breakdown. Come on." His words were stern, yet filled with love. He only wanted the best for you - and you knew it. So, you gave in. You would've given in anyway, if he'd have continued to kiss you like that...

Sighing with a nod, you turned around in the chair once more and let your boyfriend scoop you up into his arms.

Loki carried you out of the study and into the living room, where he let you down gently on the sofa. "I'll make you some tea, alright? You need to stay hydrated. That's very important - and like I know you, you haven't drunk enough water today." Your cheeks reddened softly. You gave him an apologetic smile; subtly telling him that he was right. The god just shook his head, "Oh my love..." before he disappeared into the kitchen.

About ten minutes later, he returned with a steaming cup of tea and a big glass of water. "Water to stay hydrated; tea for relaxation." He handed you the water first - which you gulped down within seconds. You definitely needed that. Placing the tea on the little table beside the sofa, Loki joined you. It was an invitation for you to immediately cuddle close against him. The god welcomed you with opened arms and a soft chuckle. "And you said you didn't want to take a break..." "Well... You never said that the break included cuddling with you..." You answered; while burying your face in his shoulder. "Study breaks always include cuddles." Loki argued; pulling you closer and pressing a kiss on your head. "Rest now, my love." And you did.

Just when you were on the verge of dozing off, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Loki immediately said; gently shoving you off of him and standing up. No five minutes later, he returned with two white boxes, causing your eyes to widen. "You ordered pizza?" Your boyfriend smiled; joining you once again. "Of course, I did, my love. You haven't eaten much today - and your body needs food to keep the energy up. Means in conclusion. No food, no concentration, and without concentration no studying." You dug immediately in the pizza; smiling brightly. "You're the best, baby. Thank you so much." "Anything for you, darling."

The cuddling resumed after the delicious meal you and Loki had - and it came how it had to come... You dozed off; slept in on Loki's comfortable chest - which caused you to wake up in a bit of panic, since you wanted to use way more of this day to study...

"Ohh fuck..." You cursed, as you looked on your watch. Your shifting and moving woke up the god as well, of course. "Darling, what-" "I wanted to take more time to learn and now we dozed off... It's almost 8 p.m!" You wanted to stand up, but Loki stopped. "Y/N... Don't panic, alright? We got this. I'll help you."

You frowned at his words. Help me? How? With a snap of his fingers appeared your notes in his lap. "Lay back down, my love. Get comfortable. Relax and just listen."

Loki knew how much you loved his voice. That was one reason why he always read to you. Now, he'd make use of this to help you study - and oh boy, nothing - absolutely nothing could've prepared you for this...

Your boyfriend cleared his throat and started to read your notes to you. "Einstein's theory of relativity is E equals mc squared." You blinked as soon as the formula had slipped past his lips. "This means that energy equals mass, times the speed of light... squared." Loki lowered his voice into an almost rough, husky tone, causing your whole body to sizzle. Never before had someone made math sound so sexy. It was obscenely erotic... And it was just the beginning...

"The Pythagorean equation is a squared plus b squared equals c squared. This means that for all right-angled triangles, the square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides." The god continued; watching from the corner of his eyes, how you shifted almost uncomfortably beside him. The way you squeezed your legs together didn't slip his notice either. He smirked. Just how he wanted.

You were positively a hot, aroused mess at the end of his 'reading session'. How could you not? The way he accentuated the words literally caused your ovaries (and various other things) to explode...

"PI is the circumference divided by the diameter of any circle. It's impossible to know the exact value, but PI is approximately 3,1-" Before Loki could finish to read the last note, you interrupted him. You just couldn't take it anymore. He definitely helped you to anchor the formulas inside your brain, but maths was the last thing you could think about now.

You turned around and quickly snatched your notes out of the god's hands.

"Darling, what...?" Your boyfriend feigned innocence, but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes betrayed him. Literally throwing the paper sheets away on the other side of the sofa, you bit your lip. "We need to test my knowledge, baby, and not just 'read through it'." You said, placing both your palms on his thick, muscular, grey sweatpants clad thighs; rubbing them up and down. Loki got the hint, of course and smiled smugly. "Ahh, I see. You are absolutely right, darling. We should definitely test your knowledge." "Mhh, we should. Ask me a question and I tell you the answer." "Glady," Loki purred; enjoying your touch so close to where he wished your hands to be.

"What's the formula for Einstein's theory of relativity?" You smiled; not stopping your hands from caressing his clothed thighs. "Easy. E equals mc squared." Loki nodded, before he had to suppress as small groan as your hands almost hit home. "Mhm...V-Very good, darling. N-Next question."

"What is the meaning of the Pythagorean equation?" You bit your lip again. "It means that for all right-angled triangles, the square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides - almost like this triangle here," you whispered seductively and smiled; while the tip of your pointer finger traced the obvious tent in Loki's sweatpants. It caused the god to shiver; breath hitching in his throat. He definitely needed a moment to recover from that sudden, delicious move - but then, he smirked. "Indeed. Although I believe that it's going to be an even more perfect triangle in just a few minutes." You couldn't help the small giggle which escaped your lips. "Oh, I absolutely believe that. What's next, professor Laufeyson?"

The term you just used send Loki's arousal almost skyrocketing. His jaw clenched; hands turning to fists. He needed more. More friction. More contact. More you. So, he reached out his arms; hands landing on your sides - and before you could do or say something against it, Loki had pulled you in to sit on his lap. You moaned; feeling more now as well.

"The last question is," your boyfriend started; tightening his grip on your hips. "For what do you need PI?" "C-Circles," you gasped; palms landing on his strong chest to steady yourself. "Circles?" Loki asked further. You nodded half-heartedly and started to move your hips - in a circle, making the both of you groan. "Mhhh, yesss..." Loki hissed; throwing his head back and exposing his neck to you. His veins pulsated; raven curls spilling over the back rest of the sofa. "Exactly, darling. You did perfectly - but I'd like to... deepen our studying a bit. Preferably without our clothes on." You smiled and leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. "Ohh, what a tempting offer, professor... I'd love that."

Now you were (still) laying on the sofa, but on your side, with Loki's naked chest pressed against your bare back. He had his arm protectively slung around your middle and was fast asleep. You could tell by his deep and even breathing.

You pulled the blanket Loki's seidr had manifested around the both of you closer; bathing in the warmth Loki and the cosy blanket offered. Your notes were still laying abandoned on the other side of the sofa and they would probably stay there until tomorrow morning. Well... That wasn't exactly how you planned this, but yeah... You didn't complain either. Maths could be indeed sexy.

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 2

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some Cooper dad fluff because why not ♡

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 3 | Final part

2296

The harsh sun was setting now which meant he needed to find somewhere to settle in for the night. The rickety second floor of one of these buildings would be the best option so he'd have a good vantage point if something were to happen.

As he searched for the right building he began to hear muffled screaming coming from further in the crumbled town. At first, he couldn't give a rat's ass, but he needed to know if it was a big enough threat for him to keep moving.

It didn't take long for gunshots to begin ringing out through the ruins, but they were only from 3 separate guns...then 2...then 1.

As he reached the area where the shots were coming from, the sounds of a pissed off Yao Guai became apparent, and there was one singular person left to fight it off but she looked like she was badly injured.

"You son of a bitch!!" She yelled when her gun jammed and the wounded beast readied itself for another charge.

As it lunged at her one more time a shotgun shell slammed into the side of it's head and it went down, a pink mist left in the air for a moment as the rest of it's brains splattered to the ground.

The woman turned to where the shot came from to see Cooper walking casually towards her, unable to see his face very well in the dark. She pointed her now un-jammed rifle at him just in case.

"Those things'll kill ya." He quipped.

"Yeah, no shit." She replied, wincing at the pain from a gash on her side.

He cocked his head a little. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Why don't you put down that gun so I can cut myself some bear hide and be on my way?"

She scoffed. "So you can shoot me in the face and steal all my shit? No thanks cowboy."

That was it, the confirmation he didn't think he'd get.

"Irene?" He said.

The woman paused briefly, then aimed her gun properly. "How do you know my name?"

He stepped a little closer so that the light from the lantern on the ground could illuminate his face.

It took her a moment but she recognised his eyes and immediately lowered her weapon.

"Cooper?"

2077

A scream woke Cooper up in the middle of the night and he instinctively got up and ran to his daughter's room.

"Daddy!" Janey cried when she saw him.

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it was just a dream, you're ok."

She cried into him for a moment before spluttering "Why don't you and mommy love each other anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He had no idea what to say and it hurt so much hearing her say that.

"It's not that we don't love each other honey, it's just..." He tried desperately to search for the right words. "Well...your mom and I just disagree on somethin' really important and we tried to figure it out but it was too hard."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Well...that's grown up stuff baby girl."

She sulked quietly, putting her head back on his chest.

"We still love you very very much, that hasn't changed at all."

"Is it my fault?" She asked and his heart broke.

"No baby girl, no, not at all. None of this is your fault."

"I know I haven't been doing my homework, and I don't always feed Roosevelt when I'm told and-"

He cut her off, kneeling beside the bed so he could look her in the eyes. "Janey," he held her hands. "None of this is your fault. Your mother and I loved you since the day we found out we were gonna have you. And when you were born, we looked at you and we just cried and cried.

I have never been prouder or happier than I was in that moment. And you know what? That hasn't changed a bit, not even a little."

Janey smiled, her face still wet with leftover tears.

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yes." Cooper chuckled, scooping her up and hugging her again and she giggled. "Now, how about a hot chocolate, with double marshmallows?"

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

She hugged him as he carried her downstairs. "I love you daddy." She said.

His chest burst with warmth and happiness and he smiled. "I love you too sweetheart."

The next morning, Janey was watching cartoons on the TV while eating her breakfast and Cooper sipped greatfully at his cup of hot coffee, having not gotten much sleep.

He smiled as he heard his daughter giggle at the TV, her mouth full of cereal, and sat down at the dining table with his newspaper.

But just as he sat down the loud ringing from the telephone rang out through the kitchen and he sighed heavily.

"I'll get it!" Janey yelled and ran over, hoping it was her mother. Her face dropped when it wasn't her mother's voice she heard on the other end of the line. "Yeah he's here, I'll put him on."

Cooper looked up at her tone and she held the receiver out to him. "It's for you dad."

He walked over and took it, kissing her on the head before she went back to her cartoons.

"Hello?" He said.

"Mr. Howard, it's Irene. I'm sorry to call you at home but I need your help."

Her voice told him it was serious. "What's wrong?"

"You were right. About Frank. I know we barely know each other but I need somewhere to stay for the night before I go to my mother's up in Sacramento. Lee...Lee doesn't know."

"I uh..."

"...no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said.

"No, no, it's ok. I'll make up the guest room for you."

He could hear a faint sigh of relief in her answer. "Thank you, so much, I owe you one."

He gave her his address and they hung up.

"Who was that dad?" Asked Janey.

"A friend from work. She needs a place to stay tonight so she's gonna stay in the guest bedroom. You'd like her."

She kind of shrugged in an uninterested way and took another bite of her cereal, her attention back on the TV.

He hoped no one sees Irene at his house, that's the last thing he needs in the papers, especially now.

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[mylostloversbookmarks]

Waiting for a Miracle

Characters - Joel Miller x Reader, Ellie Williams

Summary - After being attacked by raiders, you sustain a serious injury - Joel and Ellie do everything they can to save you but will it be enough?

Word Count - 2.5K

Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Typical canon language, Angst, mentions of blood and wounds, swearing, hurt, anxiety, pain, guilt, insecure!Joel, upset!Ellie. Suicide attempt mentioned but not heavily discussed. Im not a medical professional so forgive me if anything is medically inaccurate!

A/N - I hurt myself with this one! Set Post-Outbreak! This is heavily inspired by EP.6 ~ Kin and the beginning of Ep 7 ~ Left Behind, and I thought it would be fun to reverse the rolls on this.

Reblogs, comments and feedback are so welcome and so so appreciated!

If you enjoyed this check out my other works here ~ Masterlist

Divider credit to @saradika

As he walked through the barren wasteland, he could feel the all-too-familiar sense of desolation wash over him. The air is thin and icy, hurting his lungs as he inhales. The only sound that can be heard is the howl of the wind and the crunch of fresh snow under his tired, heavy footsteps.

Moving further down the dirt road, he can see the outline of the dilapidated farm house where he left Ellie watching over you. Its walls crumbled, the roof caved in, the windows shattered, and the once-blue front door hung loosely on its rusted hinges.

Inside, the scene was just as bleak. The remaining furniture was overturned and broken, thanks to raiders tearing their way through any property they came across.

The walls were peeling and covered from floor to ceiling in a thick coat of dirt and grime. A heavy layer of dust had settled over everything in sight.

Moving further into the house, he makes his way to the barricade he had put in place before he left you and Ellie this morning to look for more supplies and any medication he could get his hands on.

 "Ellie?" He huffs out to let her know it is him moving the barricade as he leans his weight on one side of the heavy mahogany book shelf, sliding it along the dingy wooden floor to reveal the doorway.

"Joel? Did you find anything?" Ellie's pleading voice is muffled from behind the closed door.

Opening the door, he finds Ellie in the exact spot he had left her several hours before, sitting on her knees beside the filthy matteress he had laid you on what felt like a lifetime ago.

She was hunched over you with an old rag in her hand, mopping up the sweat that was beading on your forehead. He could see the worry etched onto her face as she did everything she could to keep you comfortable. She looks up at him as he enters, her face grim.

"How is she?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It wasn't that he didn't want to disturb you; he just wasn't sure he could stop his voice from breaking if he spoke any louder.

Ellie shook her head. "She's still unconscious, but I think her fever has gone down a bit and the wound isn't bleeding anymore."

Joel just nods, his eyes fixed on you. Seeing you lying there so helpless and vulnerable, like a ghost of your usual bubbly, sarcastic self, the ever-present crease between your brows was gone; your teeth were no longer fussing at your bottom lip; your smart mouth was no longer calling him out on his bullshit; and your face was pallid and covered in a sheen of sweat.

The sight stirred up a storm of emotions within him that he couldn't quite put a name to. Joel knew that he had always been drawn to you, even before the attack.

Though he would never admit it and always did his best to hide it. He couldn't place what it was about you that brought him out of himself, despite his best efforts to keep you at arm's length.

He had vowed to himself that he would never get attached to anyone again. Not after what happened to Sarah.

It wasn't that he didn't want to care about people, but he has learned that in this world, caring for people only brings pain, and he just didn't know if he could survive another loss.

He almost didn't survive it the first time. The faint scar on his temple is a constant reminder of the events he has drank himself into oblivion over on many occasions in the hopes of scarring them from his memory, but it never works.

Though Ellie had always ribbed him when she caught him watching you from a distance, usually when youd set up camp for the night and you were rolling out your sleeping bag or flipping through one of the books you had picked up on the road.

She would jab him in the ribs with her elblow, uttering "Eh? Eh?" with a wiggle of her fair eyebrows. He normally silences her quickly with a stern warning glance, worried you might overhear her.

Now, though, his feelings were more intense, and he didn't know if it was because he was too tired to keep up the effort to hide them or that the fear of losing you was overpowering every other thought that raced through his head.

His mind was consumed by guilt; he had failed. Again. He had failed Sarah. He had failed Ellie over and over, and now he has failed you. Failed to protect you from the man coming at you from behind because he was too fucking old and deaf to hear him coming.

He couldn't fathom why you both had insisted on staying with him when you had both overheard him speaking to Tommy. It was the first time Joel had opened up in what felt like two decades.

He openly admitted to his brother that he knew he was going to get you both killed. He begged Tommy to take Ellie the rest of the way, and he knew that you wouldn't leave her side.

He remembers standing in the stables thirty minutes after he had intended on leaving, pretending to check over the horses saddle and reins, when Ellie walked in, closely followed by you and Tommy.

He offered you both a choice, insisting you would be better off with Tommy. He didn't even make it through his sentence before Ellie was thrusting her pack into his chest, effectively silencing him.

You had given him a reassuring smile and a small nod as you moved to help Ellie onto the horse. And now here you are in front of him, lying lifeless on a soiled mattress in the dead of winter in the middle of nowhere because of him.

He knelt down beside the mattress and took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing small circles into the clammy back of your hand. Motioning to Ellie to pass him his pack, Joel opens it and takes out the supplies he found on his run.

"I found a drug store; it was mostly picked over, but I found this under one of the cabinates." He explains, lifting out a vile of pennicilin and a syringe that is still safely housed in its unopened sterile packaging. He says a silent prayer of thanks to whatever higher power allowed him to find this.

Ellie just nods, her eyes glued to Joel's hands, watching as he takes hold of your hand, turning it so it is palm-up as he rolls your sleeve up past the crease of your elbow, removing his belt and tightening it around your arm.

Tapping at the viens in the crease of your arm but getting no response, you had lost so much blood from the wound that your viens were refusing to stand to attention.

Joel doesn't want to risk injuring a vein, so he decides to inject you directly into your wound. He removes the belt, throwing it to the side, rolls your sleeve back down, and sets your hand back by your side.

"Ellie, Im going to need your help." He murmurs to her, his voice thick with emotion.

"What do you need me to do?" she implores him.

"I can't find a vein; she's lost too much blood, so I'm going to have to put it into the wound. It's going to be painful, but we don't have another option. I need you to hold her still no matter what, okay?" Joel demanded it as calmly as he could.

"Okay, I can do that," Ellie confided, her voice wobbling with the unshed tears that were threatening to spill over at any moment.

"Hey, she's going to make it; she's going to be okay," Joel promises her, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek, wiping away a tear that was making its way down her cheek.

Ellie just nods in response, her tears flowing freely now. Joel pulls the blanket down and gently rolls your t-shirt up your torso, stopping at your ribcage. Removing the bloodied gauze that was covering the wound just above your left hip.

The wound was deep and had left a jagged, misshaped circle of angry crimson on your otherwise smooth, perfect skin.

He tore open the plastic wrapping and removed the syringe from its packaging, taking a deep breath before inserting the needle into the vein and withdrawing the medication.

"Okay, hold her still," Joel says, his voice unsteady as he positions the needle over your wound, placing his other hand on your cheek and rubbing his thumb back and forth, willing you to hear him before he continues.

"Darlin, I'm sorry. This is going to hurt, okay? But it's going to help, I promise."

Ellie nods towards him, signaling she was ready; she has repositioned herself at your head, her hands resting on your shoulders, and tightens her hold on you as Joel inserts the needle and slowly pushes his thumb down on the plunger.

You flinch and groan in pain, but Ellie holds you steady, tears flowing down her face and leaving little dark spots where they land on the mattress.

Finally, Joel withdraws the needle and sets it back inside the packaging in an attempt to keep it as sterile as possible given the current surroundings.

He grabs another patch of gauze from his pack and presses it against the wound. He pulls your shirt down and lays the blanket back over you, tucking you in as best he can, being careful not to jostle you too much.

"That's it, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice gentle as he strokes your hair. "Now we wait," he sighs, more to himself than anyone else.

Joel and Ellie sit in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts, exchanging worried glances, unsure of what the future holds.

Despite the uncertainty, Joel is determined to do everything he can to keep you safe and help you recover. He holds your hand tightly, and his thumb continues to rub small, reassuring circles into the back of your hand as he silently vows to protect you at all costs.

As the moments tick by, Ellie's anxiety grows with each shallow breath you take. She feels helpless and scared, unsure if you will make it through the night.

The weight of potentially losing another person she cares about is too much, and she breaks. Loud, ragged sobs break through her clenched teeth, shaking her small frame.

Joel's eyes snap up at the sudden sound, and he can feel his heart constricting at the sight of her tears. He releases your hand, pulling her into a tight embrace. He strokes her hair, whispering words of comfort in her ear as she cries into his chest.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, baby girl," Joel murmurs softly. "We're here for her. We're not going to leave her. We're going to get through this together."

Ellie clings to Joel tightly, her body wracked with sobs as she tries to process her emotions. She's scared of losing you and of what will happen if you don't make it. Joel's presence and his words provide some solace, giving her a glimmer of hope that things might be okay.

The three of you stay like that for what feels like hours, huddled together in the dimming light, listening to the sounds of your breathing.

It's a comfort to hear the sound even out ever so slightly and to know that you're fighting to stay alive as hard as they are to keep you with them.

Eventually, Ellie pulls away from him, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her coat. She looks over at you, still sleeping on the matteress, and takes a deep breath.

"We're going to make it through this, right?" She asks, her voice wavering slightly.

"We are," Joel replies firmly, his gaze locked on you. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you both safe."

Ellie nods, a look of determination taking over her face. She moves back to your side, taking your hand in hers and squeezing firmly.

"We're here; we're not going anywhere."

The hours passed by slowly; it was well past dark now and getting colder. Looking over at Ellie, Joel can see she is fighting to keep her eyes open.

"You need to get some rest; I'll stay up with her." He murmurs; his tone is serious, and she doesn't bother to argue with him.

"Okay, but you'll wake me if anything changes." Ellie pushed, not moving a muscle until she had his word.

"I will," he whispered solemnly.

Ellie stood and stretched for the first time in hours, grabbing her pack and unrolling her sleeping bag a few feet away from where Joel sat by your mattress.

She was so exhausted from the stress of the current situation that sleep found her quickly. In a matter of minutes, Joel could hear her soft snores.

Joel shifted into a more comfortable position beside you, stretching himself out on the floor so he was lying on his side, his head level with your own.

He reclaimed your hand in his. It was cold and limp, and he couldn't help but think about how much he had taken you for granted.

He has known that you were strong enough to handle anything that came your way and that you didn't need anyone's help. But now, as he looked at your pale face, he realised that it was ridiculous to think that anyone could have made it out of that situation in any other way.

He leans in close, his forehead resting against your hand, his eyes closed. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. I should have heard him. I should have protected you." His voice broke, and he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

There was a long moment of silence, broken only by your steady breathing, Ellie's snores, and the occasional creak of the old farmhouse. Joel stayed there, still holding your hand, lost in his thoughts. He thought about all the things he wanted to say to you and all the things he wished he had done differently.

He wished he had been more open with you and told you how much you meant to him. He wished he had hugged you and spent more time just being with you.

It was too late for those regrets now. All he could do was sit there, holding your hand or stroking your hair. Willing you to wake up and hoping that somehow, someway, you would pull through. That you would come back to him, and he could make things right.

As he sat watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. Joel knew that nothing would ever be the same again. That he would never be able to erase these memories and that he would always carry this pain with him.

But he also knew that he couldn't give up, that he had to keep fighting and keep pushing forward. For you. For Ellie. For himself.

And so he sat there, stroking your hair and whispering all the things he should have told you before, waiting for a miracle.

[my-corneroftheworld]

Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,5k

Tags: Smut!!! (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, asphyxiation, war, violence, harsh language, the usage of y/n, Overstimulation, Edging, I dunno if it needs a dub-con tag but imma just leave it here just in case (consent is key guys), unprotected sex (wrap it before you plow it guys), afab reader

Ps. I hope you're thirsty cuz we got some spicy scenes coming up. Also, keep in mind this is my first smut ever so it won't be perfect. If you don't wanna read it you can skip it and read the next chapter with no issue. As usual, I accept any constructive criticisms in the comments and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you as usual for all the support.

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Chapter 4

It’s been weeks since our last encounter. After concluding our agreement I started training with Namora and sometimes even with Attuma. I always found it easier to knock him off his feet compared to her. She was fast and agile and so was he but the size difference made him the easier target. My skills developed far more quickly than ever before with the intense training. Though I'd hate to admit it to Namora, constantly getting beat down by her must have forced my power to align with my intentions. She was a great but strict teacher and I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by her. Izel was present during most of my training hours, translating orders and feedback. Zyanya however usually left when it started, I don’t blame her, it was long hours and since her bump started showing, I have accepted that I might not see her after a few weeks. She has spoken to me and Izel about baby names but is still unsure what to choose. I’ve grown fond of her and Izel, I would even go as far as considering them as friends though I don't if they think the same of me.

The air was cold against my skin whiles I walked through the cave's interior. Occasionally I would stumble upon a guard and they would give me a knowing nod. This became a routine whenever I was plagued by thoughts and as a result, couldn't sleep. Everything came at night or at least I thought of it as night. Time seems to move differently here. Without clocks or the sun, I can never be sure how many days it's been. I miss the sun, the moon, the sand but I am glad I have the sea. I miss my friends and I miss Adeoye's concerned face. He would flip if he saw where I was and what I was doing. I wonder if they're looking for me or maybe they don't know that I'm missing. I hope that when the time comes I can save them.

After walking aimlessly for a while I found myself near his cabin. This wasn't my intention but I did want to see him. I wanted to ask about that night but I don't think it would be wise. What would I say? Why did you try to kiss me? Why did you stop? Even if we had kissed, what would that make me the woman who got kidnapped by a perceived god, trained to be his weapon and his side piece? It would be ridiculous to think he was interested in anything else but my power.

For all, I know this could be a manipulative tactic to keep me in line. A tactic that I am far too willing to fall for. I moved closer to the small abode; stopping at the entrance. I hesitated for a moment. I reached out and knocked on the wood near the curtain. There was no response. Nervously I gave a little "Hello?". Still no answer. I peeked past the curtain and found the cabin to be empty. I slowly walked in. Where is he? Maybe he only comes here from time to time. I guess this cabin is a bit too cozy for the ruler of Talokan. I looked over his desk and saw brown stacks of paper with some kind of writing on them. I really need to learn Yucatec Mayan. I'm sure Izel would tutor if I asked. I strolled around the room until I saw the bed and instinctively decided to sit on it. It felt so illegal, so wrong but I miss him. I just sat there looking at the room until I heard voices outside the cabin, out of panic I decided to hide underneath the bed. Not long after I saw two pairs of feet and realized it was Namora talking to him. From what I could make out from the tone of their voices they were discussing something important. Honestly, I couldn't care less because if any of them find me here I will never be able to live it down this is beyond embarrassing not to mention I'm trespassing. When Namora left the room, Ku'kulkan decided to sit by the table. I heard him sigh and then say:

"You can come out now"

A part of me didn't want to, I'd rather bury myself under this bed than face him like this but I knew that he would drag me out if I didn't, so I did. When I got up I was greeted by the man I was so desperate to see, sitting widespread with a cheeky smile on his face. He was making fun of me.

"I must admit I was surprised to find you here. I thought that a woman of science would be smarter than to enter a home uninvited."

"I didn't mean to. I just..." I stopped myself before I could admit it. My heartbeat quickened. This was a bad idea. He stood up from his chair and walked up to me. "You just what?" He looked at me with want for what, I did not know. I could feel his breath on my skin and smelled the dried saltwater on his. "I just...wanted to..." He moved his face toward mine etching ever so closely "what's wrong? Do make you nervous y/n?" I nodded fearing my voice would crack if I spoke. I moved back, stumbling on the bed as he followed. "Do you want me?" He asked. I suddenly felt like everything was too much. The room was too warm, the air too thick and he was too far away whiles simultaneously being too close. But I wanted him closer. "yes," I said in a whisper, and with that our lips met.

It was slow at first, we moved in sync with each other, and his hand began to touch my waist moving up to my chest and I his. But then he became hungry for more, he discarded my dress and started kissing my neck harshly. I could help but moan egging him he started making his way down past my chest to my already-soaked core. He parted my legs wide, seeing everything. It made me twitch with anticipation. He pushed my legs back onto my folding me slightly like a sandwich. He licked softly, slowly, and then began to increase the pace. His necklaces would graze past my thighs whiles he ate me out with precision and grace. It did not take long before I felt my orgasm approaching. I was a moaning mess wet mess beneath him and he made sure to keep eye contact which only increased the ecstasy of my experience. "I'm close" I whispered like a plea. "Don't stop"

He gave no indication that he heard nor cared for what I was saying and right when I was about to reach my peaked I realized why. He stopped and I almost cried at the sudden withdrawal. I looked at him with confusion and after a second he started his advancements again. And this became his procedure for the next hour. The ebb and flow of pleasure and denial. I was begging and crying for a release, saying I would do anything he wanted but he gave no response other than small sushes and "you can take it". I couldn't think of anything other than his tongue lapping and sucking my clit. The way his hand held my thighs up and gripped at my skin. All I knew was him and everything I worried about and everything I was didn't matter. In this moment all that mattered was him.

Suddenly he stopped and kissed my cheek before taking off his shorts and neckpieces. He moved back on top of me, kissing me as he aligned his tip before slowly pushing it in. The stretch was cathartic. My overstimulated core felt everything to the max. Like everything else, he started off slow before increasing to the most delicious pace. It did not take much for me to etch closer and closer to the edge hoping that he would let me cum. I said his name over and over again praying for him fuck me harder. The room was filled with the filthy sound of our skin slapping against each other as he granted my every wish. In my haze, I could see how my juices were all over his mouth and neck, I could see the sweat on his forehead making his hair adhere to his skin. I could hear the grunts and thinness of his breath and I knew he was close too. He pounded relentlessly as I felt the familiar electricity of my climax flush over me. He continued without missing a beat for a few moments more, leaving me crying from overstimulation, before he finished inside of me. He kissed me again between beaten breaths before I let my exhaustion take over.

[namelessbutters-doodles]

An idea for a stardemon fic i had i wanted to share if you wanted an idea :D)) where Gene has a terrible dream paul died and it all seemed too real for him he rushes to find Paul to make sure he is safe 😢?

You just opened up pandora's box, so here it is!

The dream

summary: ‘’Yes…Paul?’’

I spoke, breathing out as my lungs were being crushed as the snake went on while I faintly heard the sound of a click.

‘’Why weren’t you there for me?’’ He stated, before….

His face started to burn and melt to smithereens, his skin peeling and falling, charred to the bone. Screaming and repeating the words he spoke as his hand grabbed my neck, starting to choke me as i stared and gargle my words, pressing his inflamed fingers into my skin as tears streamed down and the eyes of his face reflected once more as the words got louder and the burnt face plagued my mind the more i look at him burning.

⚠️Warnings: all just a dream, hurt/comfort, Angst, character death (not really), graphic depictions of gore and violence, symbolism, crying, nightmares, Open/Ambiguous ending, First person point of view, explosions, fire, screaming, the r word is dropped twice, Ask to tag. Who let me cooked in this~

Smells like a roast- i'll go.

TheDreamonAo3

Reblogs and Comments, Are deeply appreciated!

Loud explosions rang throughout the heavy traffic, deafening my ears as they rang painfully as I watched in horror from the sidelines ahead of me. Fire engulfed it entirely in what it seems to be a limousine, well used to be as the fire went up widely in a haze and the burning smell of smoke and ash went up my nose as I breathed it in when I rolled down my window. Trying to see more, the cars and trucks were becoming chaotic and sporadic as they tried to get away from the flames and avoid getting caught in the crossfire. The skies were becoming dark and demonic, smoke filling the air. I peaked out, to look ahead.

Trying to see more, the whole scene. My ears were ringing violently, I almost thought I was deaf for a sec until I heard a gruesome screaming that made my eyes widened so much they were bugging out. A scream I wished I never heard, rattling me to the very core of my being as the screaming got worse and worse every minute the flames went up, almost taking some care and people with it as they went around or escape it deadly grasped. A scream that made my heart sank and felt….

Familiar….too familiar and…

One that I knew too well.

Peaking out, further from the window. Narrowing my eyes directly at the fire, some parts being burned, broken or melted, I looked side to side. Praying to myself silently that it wasn’t who I thought it was, holding my breath, heart was pumping fast, sweat dripping down my face, I looked, took a breath and to my horror, in front of my eyes. I saw him….

Trying to get out of the limo that trapped him in the fire, screaming out for anyone to come rescue or to help as blood was streaming down down his face, looking battered up, a look of helplessness and fear on his face. Trying to get out by banging on the windows, screaming horrifically and bashing his head violently on the window at one point, only the blood came out and dripped more and the pain worsened in him and….

Me.

I gasped, undoing my seatbelt as quickly as I could but to no avail I couldn't. It was tightening up against me, not letting me, slithering all over me like a python, pressing and pressing into me. Suffocating me, i struggled to breath, i couldn’t speak as i looked away in horror as more explosions went off, the fire going up more like a monster each time i heard the gruesome screaming and the image of him bloodied penetrating my mind made me more scared and horrified as the scene become more…

Grim. 

My heart beated violently, more sweat brewed and trickled down my face each time, struggling the breath each time seatbelt pressing more of their ferocious strength onto me making choke on the smoke and ash filling my throat the mere second i opened my mouth to cry or speak out to call out but no matter how hard i tried i couldn’t. Not at all, as my eyes were raped the image of him more bloodied up and screaming so horrifically it echoed in my ears, making them bleed as i tried to lift my hands to cover or reach for the handle the belt hugged me tighter and slithered around my neck, choking me.

Making me still look at the scene that’s reflecting in my eyes like a mirror, the skies are dark enough I can't see anything but the flames in front of me, my vision got cloudy as my ability to breath was becoming harder to achieve the more I struggled. The smell poisoning my lungs like a cigarette being smoked to death, the back of my throat closing up slowly like my vision and the horrid sounds of him burning were raping me more and more the second he bashed and screamed in that limo.

Burning up in the flames, melting into nothing as liquid.

Breaking me, tears peaked out.

Shakily breathing, mind full of him.

My ears are ringing, blood dripping down the sides of my neck.

The world is burning, in front of me and he’s….

Burning with it, as I am too.

I’m Screaming out mentally, him psychically.

It hurts….

I blinked and….

There he was.

He’s standing in front of me, like nothing’s wrong. 

All beautiful, hair done to the nines, wearing the outfit that made him look like the true starchild he was, brown eyes shining like the various necklaces i wear day to day, the brownish-black curls flowing the wind while he shows off the smile that can bring a mother to tears with how cheerful it was, brightening up with his whole very being as he leaned his face down to me, the flames are gone, yet i still smell and taste the fire.

Thus feel the seatbelt course around me, moving. As more oxygen left my body, losing the will to hold on while he stared and smiled at me, his hand touching my cheek and caressing it softly with the hand felt soft as dove and made the rest of smell like a blooming rose in the garden in the bright sunlight, surrounded by dandelions and sunflowers. Getting a taste of such beauty after everything I've seen up to this point, I leaned into his touch.

Becoming calm and at ease, thinking everything is all over and done with until he spoke with a voice that I came to know and love dearly with that sweetness to it, now it was…

Bitterness. 

‘’Gene.’’

He said my name, and I responded, everything went silent when I said for the first time…

‘’Yes…Paul?’’

I spoke, breathing out as my lungs were being crushed as the snake went on while I faintly heard the sound of a click.

‘’Why weren’t you there for me?’’ He stated, before….

His face started to burn and melt to smithereens, his skin peeling and falling, charred to the bone. Screaming and repeating the words he spoke as his hand grabbed my neck, starting to choke me as i stared and gargle my words, pressing his inflamed fingers into my skin as tears streamed down and the eyes of his face reflected once more as the words got louder and the burnt face plagued my mind the more i look at him burning.

Half of his face is gone while the other is peeling, part of his skull is showing along with his brain, the hair turning darker like my vision was as he insulted me and asked me that questioned over and over again with a hoarse voice as parts of him were being melted and melded together on him, bringing him with me.

Torturing me, with the flames over and over.

Repeating my name, switching to different ways of saying it.

Hugging me, as we burned together.

Into the dark abyss alone, I blinked again and….

‘’It’s your fault.’’

The flames burst out, as….

The car exploded with…

Us, in it.

‘’Gene, what’s wrong?’’ He asked, as I stood at his doorstep at three am in the morning, soaking wet, dead tired, afraid and worried, a mess disgustingly so. While he looked beautiful like he did in my dreams, wearing the purplish fluffy robe. Tied up, his curls all messed us from sleeping a few minutes ago before I came here, wearing slippers and rubbing his eyes. Looking up at me, with a concerned look. ‘’Gene…You okay?’’ He asked, once again.

I breathed silently, too afraid to speak.

‘’Gene…’’ His hand goes out, touching me. 

Almost flinching, I didn't. 

‘’Hey, is everything ok?’’ He goes, brown eyes glimmering with the light above us, reflecting in mine almost replacing the violent images in my head as he stares at me, getting more worried each minute. I'm quiet and not responding to anything he does. The dream was so vivid and real that…

I don’t want the thing I dreamt of to be real, as he touched me with his hand. Taking my hand in his, getting frantically scared, trying to talk to me, get through to me, anything that will get me to talk as the skies started to rain down on us while he talked and took me inside to protect us from the rain, leading me into living room where all that remain was nothing except for a empty guitar case and the ceiling fan that was running almost quietly as a mouse.

I watched him, pace silently to himself as he led me to his bedroom but stopped when I didn't move. My emotions were starting to become stronger from hiding them too long, the more I watched him become worried and scared for me, gripping my hand tighter. Trying to get me to move, but I couldn't.

I heard him hitch his breath, turning to me.

His eyes trembled, as he spoke.

‘’Gene, please tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt? Did something happen at the studio or with Shannon?’’ He asks, asking more questions. Trying to figure out what the problem was as I just stood there holding his hand, hearing his voice full of kindness instead of bitterness, smelling full of lavender and roses not like ash and smoke, skin so smooth and soft unlike the one that I felt in my dream.

Standing with and in front of me, not burning.

Not engulfing me with flames, or tainting me with words.

Not plaguing me with a violent image, instead with a heavenly one as I looked at him.

My mind racing with thoughts, my heart beats slowly as I breathed in the scent silently.

I spoke out.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ I said, he looked up at me.

‘’Your, what?’’

‘’I’m sorry….’’ I repeated, tears peaking out. Pulling him by the hand, into my arms. Embracing him, as he looked up at me all confused and worrisome, as I hugged him tighter. Feeling him again, making sure he and I won't burn away in flames or in ash, tearfully crying. Tears sliding down my face and onto his shoulders. His looked down at it, then at me. ‘’I’m sorry…’’ I repeated, hugging him more.

Almost squashing him, but i have too.

To make sure this is real, and he is…

Real, in mind and body.

My fingers dug into him, I sobbed.

‘’I’m sorry…’’

‘’What, for?’’ he asked, gently. Touching my face with his hand, wiping away the tears with his thumb. ‘’What are you sorry?’’ he softly goes, wiping more tears away as i tearfully choked on my words and the image of him right now painted my mind. ‘’Gene?’’

‘’For, Everything.’’

‘’Like what?’’ he whispers, and i…just…hold him in my embrace as we just stood there in the middle of the room as the clock ticked while the sound of rain became louder and the thunder started, i took breaths trying to calm myself while i felt his hands slid and wrap themselves around my neck gently instead of painfully. 

I shooked, he didn’t notice.

‘’Like what, Gene?’’

I didn’t say anything after that, i held him in my arms as i cried out in his for a hour as the thunder and rain got louder, he comforted me with his looks and touches as were silent with each other and stood in the room for as long as possible till the tears didn’t come anymore and standing got more tiring like the both of us.

So, he led me into his room where it was full of darkness just like mine except for the dim light on the nightstand that was blessing the room with it presence like he’s blessing mine right now, he didn’t ask anything after that just was looking at me as we both laid in bed side by side, surrounded by pillows and blankets.

Both of our eyes were shutting, those images were still there but the image of him sleeping beautifully in front of me was taking them away as I looked at him and didn’t turn away from him, shuffling closer to him, looking him down and up.

Moving those curls away, seeing that face.

I breathed out, he snored.

I stared, he slept.

I spoke, he awakened.

His eyes staring into mine, reflecting.

‘’Are you real?’’ i asked, he tiredly looked at me.

‘’Huh?’’

‘’Are you real?’’

His eyes moved, side to side then at…

Me. 

‘’I’m real.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Will you still be here when i wake up?’’ I asked, caressing his cheek.

‘’Yes.’’ He answered, almost closing his eyes.

‘’You promise?’’

‘’I promised, always.’’ He said, closing his eyes.

As I did, except this time…

I saw heaven, instead of hell.

[blitz0hno]

Why I'm Voting Inno Mikoto even tho He Definitely Did It

or should I say DID i-*🏏smacked*

TL;DR like many I do not believe a word John says, but I also don't think he has the entire truth. Meanwhile Mikoto's amnesia is near undoubtable. With two unreliable narrators and solid evidence of self-defense, I think we need more before declaring him guilty.

I'm here to be Mikoto's lawyer cuz John ily but you suck at it 😭

Now onto why I'm voting Inno:

Mikoto isn't lying when he says he doesn't remember murdering those people, at least not entirely. The memory is in his subconscious, but he can't even remember the faces of his victims because they were both so out of it.

I believe what we see in MeMe is safe to assume to be his first. The first mannequin smashed onscreen is this one:

That looks like a damn FNAF jumpscare lmao this tells me that his baseball hobby probably saved him from getting jumped at that train station, but it came at a heavy price.

That's where John comes in. To handle the feelings that undoubtedly came with taking a life and having to hide the evidence.

Generally in DID alter's memories fall into one of 3 categories (my observations of myself and other systems):

That event happened. These are all the details. I feel nothing about it.

That event happened and I remember everything I felt like it was seconds ago, but I couldn't tell you specifics

That event happened??

The latter two can safely be assigned to John and Bokukoto. The first one is what we're missing.

I saw someone point out how the train could symbolize that he can never go back (credit urself in the tags if u see this it was a good one) to before he killed.

That brings me to our final scene.

Remember how John split to handle the feelings of that stressor? The feeling of unsafety, pure adrenaline, and righteous anger at the attacker is a horrific thing, but once you experience it you change. In order for an alter to handle the reality of something, it must be accepted somehow. John's way of accepting it is not remembering their faces, only his expressions and actions. That's probably why he's so aggressive; constant fight-or-flight mode.

Mikoto (Bokukoto), like with whatever happened to him in early childhood to cause DID, is unable to accept these realities because doing so would shatter his world (it turns out constant fight-or-flight isn't great for your social life).

So about John's statement that he didn't know any of the victims even though he totally did, at least a little;

John is reading the room and there it is: unsafety, pure adrenaline, and righteous anger at the attacker. That's all he needs to feel to know that it's time to protect Mikoto.

That's not the face and mannerisms of a man who bashes skulls in for kicks. This shit was personal.

I can't tell if it's one or two victims in the second clip here, but I strongly believe they had something to do with his work. His subconscious is really harping on how much his boss got on him and how stressed it made him. Something happened that pushed them over the edge. You don't call your mom after you kill for fun (or maybe you do idk). You call your mom when you know you're fucked.

John initiated the second killing but I don't think he was the only one making a conscious decision. That said, I don't have enough details to condemn Mikoto to another unforgiven verdict.

So, where will we find that info? Well remember RGB Mikoto/Trikoto theory (kudos to whoever coined those too)? Well when I broke down the compartmentalization earlier I hinted that there's a strong chance that SOMEONE remembers every detail, but feels nothing and lays dormant.

Good old green Mikoto, the only one we haven't seen speak yet the one who's given us the most detail so far (via MeMe).

Even if not and Bokukoto remembers more than he's letting on/gets in contact with John, the crime itself isn't unforgivable beyond a shadow of a doubt yet even with multiple victims. His reasons are still cloudy.

Also I like him

[totally-not-your-babe]

Angsty scene with Wrecker and Hel from Too Much Love Will Kill You Vol.2

A/N: I really went ahead of myself with this one, but I had to write it down before I totally forgot it so here it is. It's taking place after Plan 99 and the Empire taking Omega.

Warnings: ANGST, mention(s) of major character death, mention(s) of kiddnaping, self blaming (tell me if I forgot something)

Word count: 573

Hel' POV

After we returned to Pabu I left it to Hunter to tell Phee and the others what happened. I couldn't stay, I couldn't look at any of them. I just walked through the city, wandering among the houses, until I found the one that was generously given to us. With trembling steps I walked into the room that belong to Omega, sat then layed down on her bed, hugging one of her stuffed animals.

It was a failure. We couldn't find Crosshair, Tech... My heart clenched and a silent sob break from me to the tought. Tech died and the Empire took Omega. I was failure. I failed them all. I failed Crosshair, I failed Tech, and I failed my Little Girl. I failed my family. I felt empty, and hurt, broken beyond repair and I knew it was just a matter of time before I felt that well known all consuming rage. But before that I had to make myself understand, that Tech was gone and he will never come back. Even though a little delusional part of my soul believed that Hemlock lied and has him, but the racional part of my mind - which Tech would have wanted me to use - said there was no way he could survive a fall like that.

I heard the door behind me open quietly and unsure steps coming in, but they didn't move further. I took me a minute to realise who it was, now they all felt so similar, all three of them felt like sorrow, pain, guilt, sadness with a hint of anger and desperation.

"I'm not asleep Wrecker." I whispered without turning to him. He didn't say anything, I heard more steps, then the bed dipped behind me and soon strong armes were wrapped around my smaller body. He buried his face between my shoulder blades and held me like there was no tomorrow and I felt another sob threatening to break out. His arms were shaking as he held me and his breathing was ragged. I turned around to look at him. His teary eyes mirrored my own and I've never seen so much sadness on his face since I've known him.

Without a word I wrapped my arms around him and held him as close as I could. He burried his face in my chest and soon I felt his whole body shake with silent sobs and his tears soaked my shirt. I wished I could comfort him better like I did before, with him, with Echo when he joined us after Skako Minor but I couldn't. I was just as heartbroken as they were, and I had no strengh left, so I just held him as he silently cried. I felt guilt rolling off of him like an avalanche from the mountainside and I held him tighter.

"It wasn't your fault." I whispered as tears streamed down my face. He began to tremble even more and an audible sob erupted from him, muffled by that his face was still buried in my chest.

Then and there I made a promise to myself. We would get Omega and Crosshair back and I will make them pay for what happened to Tech, destroying as much of the Empire as I could and hunting down Saw Gerrera. I won't fail them again. I'll save them and take revenge, even if it's the last thing I do in my life.

Tags: @techs-stitches @lokigirlszendaya @savebytheodoresnonjosestuff

[cafeinthemoon]

More Myself Than I Am - Chapter VI

Chapter 6/?

Wordcount 2k

Title The Mafia's Offer

Fandom Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: a (well deserved) threat of bone crushing from reader to Mori-san

Tagging @lasidollily @samyayaya @anzanity (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So... I'm so sorry if this title is not as good as it sounded in my head, but I couldn't find a better one 😅 I've been wanting to post this part of the story for so long, because the main scene in it - the conversation between reader and the PM'S head - was basically the reason why I've started all of this in the first place. In this one, I tried to portrait reader in her purest version, something that she would only manage to be in a strange place, out of her family's sight: an unpolished, but powerful being, as fearless as a wild beast in a moment , but as sensitive and shy as she used to be in her regular days in the next. However, my fav part was to work on Elise's depiction, in which I've put some scifi vibes by describing her as having a deep, almost symbiotic connection with Mori, given the mimicked gestures between the two.

I've spent this whole day working on this chapter because I wanted to post it today, and I did it haha Hope you enjoy it :)

Also let's change the GIF for today 💜

Dr. Ougai – if that was his real name – didn’t show half of the surprise you did when he put his eyes on you. Instead, he exhibitted an undeniable contentment for finally meeting you in that place.

– Welcome, y/n-san – he greeted you, indicating the chair with a gesture of his hand while taking the seat behind the table – I understand that everything is happening too fast, and I apologize for this, but we have no choice. I hope Akutagawa-kun has treated you with courtesy.

You didn’t reply, neither you took a step toward the table. You glanced at Akutagawa, who was as silent as yourself, but somehow he convinced you to accept his boss’ invitation.

That didn’t go unnoticed by him.

– Well, since these are how things are going between you, it will make everything easier – he commented with a chuckle – Anyway, the pleasure for receiving you here is all mine.

As you took your place on the chair, you laid your hands on your lap in a frail attempt to hide the embarrassment that made them tremble.

For a moment, none of you talked, so that even your breaths were audible, echoing around that large room, increasing the tension. You felt your body getting colder with the growing sensation of danger, in a way that the sound of a needle falling on the carpet would make you stand up and run.

And that was how you almost screamed when a door was opened somewhere around you and hurried, childish steps approached your spot. When you looked at your right, you saw a blonde, little girl with a red dress and a doll in hands approaching the table and sitting upon it, dangling her legs while giving her undivided attention to the doll, which you noticed to be a miniature of herself.

The girl didn’t look or say anything to the presents, not even to Dr. Ougai, who just kept quiet, with his elbows on the table, observing her with a discreet smile. You didn’t know why, but something about that child created an uneasiness in your senses, the kind of thing which reason you’d only understand if you had the chance to activate your ability.

But I don’t think I’ll have an opportunity so soon.

Before you thought of anything in this sense, the head of the Mafia started the real conversation.

– As I believe Akutagawa-kun has explained to you, the situation is not favorable, being worse for you than for your sisters – he started – Because of this, I ask you to concentrate in what I have for yourself instead of them, at least for now.

You swallowed.

– What do you want from me?

His response to this was to open a grin.

– So practical... That’s better. As you can see, it is not without a reason that we took interest in you. As an esper, you need a place where you can find use for your talents. We from the Port Mafia can offer you that. So, this is my deal: work for us, and you will have the opportunity to solve your immediate problems.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again without a word. He was inviting you to become part of a criminal organization, having him as your superior?

As taking your silence for doubt, Dr. Ougai continued to talk, with a calmness that implied his hope that your answer would be positive, for you wouldn’t have reasons to refuse it.

– Of course, your reward will come accordingly, not only for you, but for the ones you are trying to protect.

– Are you talking about… – you whispered.

– Your elder sister, who I used to help – his reply was cold and direct – If you say yes my invitation, the Port Mafia will provide the protection you need right now regarding your condition as an esper with an unregistered ability. If you solve this matter, you can concentrate in the other ones.

Your hands held on to each other, squeezing themselves tight.

How much does he know about what happened in our apartment?

– The other ones?

– We have our ways to keep in touch with the events outside. I am aware that things are going to get difficult for you because of what happened to that young man, not only because of the facts themselves, but because of what might be said about your participation in them.

You frowned.

What are you talking about?

Instead of giving you a clear answer, he opted for a kind of advice.

– Believe me, the authorities in this country are not so willing to work in favor of peculiar people like you. If you want to be treated with any justice, you will need help.

Well, he was right in this. You had no experience in juridical matters, and no money to get a lawyer who would be willing to defend a murderer with stranger powers.

– We can also cover all the expenses of Viginia-san’s treatment – he continued – Which, as you already know, are not low.

You moved in your seat, uncomfortable.

– My sister…

The smile that Dr. Ougai has been maintaining for the entire conversation faded a bit, something that didn’t please you at all. Your eyes turned to the girl’s direction and saw no change in her attitude.

It’s like she’s in a stand by mode. How strange.

The voice of the Mafia’s head brought your attention back to him again. He wasn’t smile anymore.

– Let me give you some advice, girl. I can see how selfless you are, so if worrying about yourself is not enough to convince you, think about her. You already told me about the whole situation. After all she has done for her family, she deserves all their support – and lowering his tone a bit – And, speaking as a doctor, I have to tell you that her condition might reach a critical point if it doesn’t receive the attention it needs right now. I understand it’s unpleasing to hurry you up, but the truth is that you don’t have much time.

You remained in silence at all those words. Yes, given your circumstances, you could say that Dr. Ougai was right: if you didn’t do anything, it could be too late to save your sister; it could be too late for yourself. And no one in this world would help you. There was so much to consider yet so little time to decide… However, that wasn’t the reason for your quietness.

You had something different in mind.

Your fingers started tingling in nervousness.

– I suppose you’ve planned all of this… – you raised your eyes at him – Right?

His expression of triumph – the certainty that you were going to accept his deal – was shaken; at the same time, the little girl’s legs stopped dangling and she raised her head at you. The synchrony between their gestures wasn’t less than disturbing.

– What? – Dr. Ougai mumbled.

– Meeting us at the most convenient occasion, helping my sister, never accepting any payment… and now, this – you started, your fingers moving upon your lap – Everything comes with a price, and in this case the price is to work for you. You waited patiently, never worrying, because you knew that sooner or later, we would end up here, having this conversation.

He shrugged.

– More or less. But it is true that I’ve been observing you for a while. Still, I didn’t have half of the work I thought I’d have to bring you here, thanks to what happened in your house.

Now you were furious. If you were the only one who was involved, you could endure the manipulation and deceiving, but having your family’s circumstances used in a bargain like that was something you just couldn’t accept.

Your powers were awakened, and the entire place was taken over by your expanded consciousness, from the book on the shelves thrown on the ground to the glass of the windows exploding in thousands of shards, one by one, the deafening sounds of your unleashed wrath in each of them; the carpet was floating on the spots that haven’t objects upon them, and even the table was shaking; the familiar pressure appeared behind your eyes while you stared at the man in front of you, eager to drown him darkness in your eyes. The girl on the table looked around, nervous, but didn’t move from her place.

– And how can you be so sure that I’ll say yes to this deal – as you raised your hand in a threatening gesture, the papers upon the table started trembling – Instead of crushing each bone in your body for messing with my family?

Despite the strong feelings you’ve been experiencing, you couldn’t help complimenting Dr. Ougai’s self control before the sight of your technique, which you knew it was far from beautiful: not showing the slightest sign of disturb, he just leaned an elbow on the table, with his chin on his palm, and observed you with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, as if your powers, when activated by anger, were as inoffensive as when you showed them for the first time, just as an example. Thanks to them, you were also able to look in the depths of his energetic signature, confirming that his calmness wasn’t a mere act. The girl, less scared now, stared at you with a similar expression, and now that you were using your ability, you finally understood the connection between her and the mafia’s leader.

He’s an esper like me, and this girl is his ability.

Before anything else happened, you sensed something hot wrapping itself tight around your raised wrist, limiting your movements. You looked at it and found out it was one of the stripes of Akutagawa’s Rashomon. It didn’t hurt you, however: it was just as a silent way he found to tell you that you reached a line which you shouldn’t cross. You felt a slight unbalance in your emotions, and the stripe slowly loosened its grip as your ability was deactivated. You sighed, putting your hands on your lap again.

Ignoring everything that just happened, Dr. Ougai spoke, as calm and serious as before.

– The choice is yours, but I must warn you that you will upset some people with this, including your sister, who will not like to hear that you ended up involved in more troubles, my Elise-chan here – for the first time, he referred to the girl, who was dangling her legs and playing with the doll again – And, of course, the true mentor of this proposal. All of this if you don’t count on facing all the struggles we just discussed on your own by the way.

You frowned.

So, if he’s not the mind behind all of this... who is it?

– True mentor? What do you mean?

Instead of giving you a verbal response, his gaze turned from you to the young man by your side. You followed Dr. Ougai’s look and, once your eyes landed on Akutagawa, he turned away in an obvious attempt of hiding his embarrassment, the black stripe moving away from your wrist as to follow his gesture.

– Akutagawa-kun…? – you mumbled.

With your face burning, you turned back to the head of the Port Mafia; on his face you noticed a sort of satisfaction with what he was witnessing, but nothing was said about that.

– It’s true that I had an interest in bringing you to our side since the start, but most of our actions were his idea – he explained – I just gave him my permission. In addition, he asked me to take care of your sister, and I did, and the rest of the story is known by you.

You didn’t reply, and he just continued to talk, now observing his subordinate with a mixture of pride and comprehension.

– You know, he has a sister too, who has only him to count on for a long time. It’s not without reason that he took the lead in this particular case, for he understands your feelings better than anyone.

[kennyomegasweave]

9 Fandom Friends to get to Know Better

I was tagged by @wavesinlowtide! Thank you <3 <3 <3. Sorry it took so long, I tend to flop, lol, but I had fun with this and finding pics/gifs!

3 Ships I Love:

Ian x Mickey - As gay ghetto white trash, it will always come back to these two for me. Add in Ian being bipolar (same girl!) and the fact that Mickey Milkovich has one of the greatest character arcs I've ever seen (which is wild cause the writers never cared about Mickey, which is probably why his arc was so good)? Yeah. It'll always be them.

Matt x Elektra - "It is true that somewhere a woman named Elektra is still alive and a man named Matthew Murdock is happy." - What If? Elektra Had Lived (Vol. 1, No. 35). I love every single version of this ship and every single version of this ship will never not break my heart.

Team x Win - I watched Until We Meet Again three days after my last time making a Real Bad Decision, so I was doing really bad and couldn't even leave my bedroom (the scene of the crime), but then these two came out of fucking nowhere with their 30 minutes of screentime and I fell completely in love. They were a short and sweet break from the heaviness of my mind and from the heaviness of the show. They still have my whole heart.

First Ship Ever:

Most likely Eric/Jack from Boy Meets World. You couldn't and still can't tell me shit about them. But if they don't count since I didn't know about the concept of shipping back then, it would probably be Pacey/Joey from Dawson's Creek.

Last Song I Listened To:

Seasons by Thirty Seconds To Mars

Favorite Childhood Book:

As a wee one, it was probably a Magic Tree House book. But the first book I remember loving was The Long Walk by Stephen King (well, Richard Bachman). I read it for the first time at like 15 and it just broke my heart. It's still my favorite to this day. And 15 is still a child, so I think it counts!

Currently Reading:

Assorted fics. I don't really read books unless I can read it all in one sitting, so that's hard sometimes cause I don't always have five hours to sit uninterrupted. And then sometimes when I do, I just don't wanna read.

Currently Watching:

23.5, Unknown, and 911. And I just found out today Two Worlds already started so I'm gonna start that soon too.

Currently Consuming:

Grape tomatoes.

Currently Craving:

Submerging myself into the ocean, but I just pierced my right industrial on Monday at like 1:30AM, so no fully submerging myself in water, even salt water, for a while. :( :( :(

Without any pressure to do this, I'll tag @chaos0pikachu, @anenbyendorphin, @thelastoftheredhotswamis2, @brazilian-whalien52, and anyone that wants to do this because I love learning about everyone!

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

Room For Two

part 4/?

PREVIOUS (i guess we belong to each other) | NEXT (One)

tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @@cjand10 @warmommy if you would like to be added or removed from my writing tag just lemme know :)

summary: you and billy arrive at your home and you tell him he'll be sleeping in your bed... alone

pairing(s): Billy/Four x gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 932

Warnings/Authors notes: emotions, repressed feelings, angst, fluff, there's only one you guys and there will remain one bed for the rest of the series so... mention of hospitals and injury, crying, negative and complex emotions. poor writing skills, poor proofreading and editing, an american writing a brit. I know its been super long since the last part but here ya go

When you and Billy arrive at your doorstep after leaving the hospital (for the second time), you start to panic again, just as you’d done the night before. Billy coming home with you and staying at your place for days or weeks on end wasn’t anything new so why was your stomach twisting like that? You were wondering if Billy was nervous at all when you felt his hand on your wrist, a soft request for your attention. You turned to face him and for a moment you both just looked at each other, you both had so much to say and just were not sure how to say it or where to start. You waited for Billy to say what he had obviously wanted to but instead, he just pulled you into a tight hug, the kind of hug only he could give you. The kind of hug you’d missed desperately since he’d gone. 

   “I’ve missed you, love” he said, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. Then, after what felt like an eternity and yet, not quite long enough, he let go, stepped around you and continued to your door.

   You shook off the feelings stirring inside you as you spun around to follow him. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, Billy at your heels. You flipped on the light, slipped off your shoes and locked the door behind you. You turn around to find Billy wandering around the small area you call home, re-familiarizing himself with the space he’d once known so well. 

   “you can have the bed. Amy said you’d have to be somewhere comfortable and you shouldn’t get up or move more than necessary for another few days at least and you'd have to continue to take it easy for the next couple of weeks because of your stitches” 

   “Why do I get the bed?” 

   Your brow creased in confusion “I just told you, You need to- 

   “No, why do I get the bed to myself? Why aren’t we getting the bed?” 

   Your mouth dropped open as words failed you. 

   “It’s not like we haven't shared a bed before” at this point he was no longer looking around the room but directly at you, his expression one of determined curiosity, as though he was daring you. Daring you to do what you didn't know. To confess why you didn't just share the bed to begin with? To join him? To hold your ground and sleep on the couch?

   “I’ll take the couch. I like the couch” 

Knowing arguing wouldn't help, all he said was “there's room for two if you no longer fancy the sofa”

   Later that evening as you lay on the sofa, wide awake and becoming more and more uncomfortable as the hours drug on you couldn't help but think of Billy in your bed. Warm beautiful Billy in your warm, comfortable bed. His words bouncing around in your brain. You turned over in one last-ditch attempt to stay where you were. 

“There’s room for two if you no longer fancy the sofa” 

you gave in with a huff and you hauled yourself off your makeshift bed and made your way over to the ajar door of your bedroom. You paused in the doorframe, questioning your judgment. The soft moonlight from the window illuminated Billy's face as he slept. He looked so peaceful and the scene was so familiar. You nudged the door slightly further open as you entered, then you lifted the covers and slid in next to the blond. He wrapped himself around you the instant you were comfortable and mumbled in your ear,   “I knew you’d cave eventually. Knew you couldn't resist”

   The next morning you awoke with billy half on top of you. He was sleeping soundly, his breath still deep and steady. You carefully moved just enough so you could roll to face him, but remain within his reach. He shifted a little but remained asleep. You’d missed this and everything about him but things had changed. 

   When billy left you were broken and since he came back all you can think about is how he lied and how he was able to abandon you and your heart broke again. Your eyes welled with tears and you slipped the rest of the way out from under him and headed to the bathroom, shutting both the bathroom and bedroom doors quietly behind you. 

  The room was only lit by the dim cold early morning light but you didn't care, turning on the lights hadn't even crossed your mind. You leaned on the sink, head hung low and willed yourself not to cry but you knew it was a battle you wouldn't win. Your breath was ragged as the first tear fell with more quick to follow. You turned away from your reflection, your back hitting the door softly and you slid to the ground. Tears streamed down your face and you sat, quietly sobbing as the sun rose higher in the sky. When the tears finally slowed and your breathing calmed, the small room was bathed in sunshine, starkly contrasting your mood.    After a while of just zoning out, your mind and heart numb to it all, you wiped your face of the stray half-dried tears still clinging to your face and stood. With a deep breath, you left the bathroom, unsure of how much time had passed. You took a few steps toward your small kitchen, thinking of breakfast then you stopped cold. A man you’d never seen before was sitting on your couch looking at you expectantly. 

[thewardenofwinter]

Find the Word Tag

Many thanks to @elshells! You can find her post here. also Ella I'm stealing your formatting lol

my words are: ATTENTION, SNUGGLE, SWIM, REALIZE, and MEADOW

Rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

I am going to tag the wonderful @crowandmoonwriting @rownanisntwriting @kaiusvnoir and @sam-glade (I tried to find people who weren't tagged yet so they don't have a long list of words but if you were already tagged/have done this before feel free to ignore.) Your words are: SNEAK, WRITHE, TURN, WILD, and TOMORROW.

ATTENTION:

What We Undertake, Chapter 1

“Our very own American Jack The Ripper,” the elder snickered. She let out a sigh, knowing that this interaction was coming. “I am not claiming anything of the sort,” Dolores interjected. “I am only bringing this string of similar circumstances to your attention. Is it not your job to investigate the possible murders of the people of Boston? Is it not the coroner's job to investigate these tragedies?” She gestured to Miss Brown’s body with a flick of her wrist. “Mr. Finnegan did not even show up on scene.”  “Because the jury did not find cause for sending him.”  “Is a suspicious death not a cause worth looking into?” 

SNUGGLE/MEADOW:

The Resurrectioners, Chapter 3

The garden that stretched out into the vast courtyard exhibited a vast array of herbs and blossoms— some of which presented bright colors Samara did not know could be emulated in flowers. She questioned how in this frigid weather anything, much less an entire garden, could possibly grow under the cold touch of an ever present Autumn that lingered all around. Usually Samara much preferred the colder months of the year to the warmer, but this cold was not the weather that you bundled up and snuggled close to the fire with a hot drink. No, this was the unforgiving bitter cold of winter that humans had been fighting against since the dawn of time. The cold that you feel deep in your bones even after hours of being indoors, still rubbing your hands together to ensure that it didn't follow you inside. Beyond the tall, rusted metal fences posted all around was a dying meadow that she questioned was ever even alive, with yellowed grass surrounded by trees in the midst of shedding their leaves. It was too be expected in this weather, but even farther in the meadow, deep within the trees Samara swore she could see a thick blanket of white snow gathering on the barren branches and desolate dirt.

SWIM:

Give No Quarter, Chapter 21

(note: this word comes up over 40 times in GNQ lol)

I watch as she slowly falls into the black abyss all around, her arms and legs flailing in desperation, grabbing for something that isn't there. Pieces of broken and broken mast crash into the water, creating ripples and white waves all around. She sinks deeper and deeper into the depths with every passing second, the dark water shrouding her body until she's barely in my vision. The only thing I can see now is her golden eyes, but even those begin to flutter closed as the last bits of air escape her lungs. She can’t swim.  I can't help but feel my lips pull into a smile as I situate myself against the wood plank, my hair sticking to my face. Nobles, I scoff. Why in the world would you get on a ship if you couldn't bloody swim? Serves her right, if you ask me. .... Goddammit. I let go of the drift wood and suck in as much air as I can in my aching chest, submerging myself into the dark depths beneath me with arms reaching out toward her.

REALIZE:

The Resurrectioners Excerpt

Elliot quickly drew his pistol from his waist, pointing the gilded gun right at Dmitriy's chest. “If you know what’s good for ya, I’d back the fuck up, Smirnoff.” Though the field seemed to stretch on for miles, the air was tense and heavy as Dmitriy slowly keened his head downwards towards the weapon. “Oh.” The dark haired man slowly raised his arms in an almost lazy fashion. “Are you going to shoot me?” Elliot ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek. “Sure am thinking about it.” “I was only making a comment on your skills.” Dmitriy continued almost tauntingly, his voice smooth and calm given the current circumstance. He shrugged his shoulders, presenting pale palms outward towards Elliot. “That’s all.” To both Samara and Elliot's surprise, he took a step closer to Elliot, invading his personal space. With one steady finger Dmitriy slowly reached out, pressing against the barrel of the pistol and directing it away from himself slowly with a thin smile. Even Elliot looked astonished by his blatant disregard of his threat.  Dmitriy’s steel eyes caught sight of the markings on the barrel of the gun as he tilted it, thick brows furrowing downwards as he averted his gaze back to the man holding it. A look of realization pulled at his sharp features. “What a fine pistol, boy. Tell me: where did someone like yourself acquire such a beautiful— oh!” Elliot quickly jerked his arm to the left to shake off Dmitriy’ touch against his weapon and readjusted his aim, his arms now shaking. "Back. Up," he demanded again, this time with a quiver to his usually proud voice.

Thanks again to Ella for tagging me! She has tagged me in so many fun tag games lately that would have flown right under my radar had she not brought them to my attention.

I had neither SNUGGLE nor MEADOW in any of my current projects so I decided to add more setting to a paragraph in The Resurrectioners and it worked out to have both! I always struggle with settings so this was a tad tough but I think it has the vibes I was going for in the end. (They don't call me The Warden of Winter for nothing)

Also, the final one with REALIZE is just a warmup I did that most likely won't make it into the project but I still wanted to share it. Never the less, it is heavily based on this 2 minute scene from Lord Byron: Ballad For a Daemon which is a very very bad movie but Dima is in it so I forced myself to watch it. I'm going to convince myself the time wasted was for research purposes.

— M. Warrin ❄️

[holdmytesseract]

BLURRED LOVE (18+) ǁ CHAPTER TEN

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Warnings for this Chapter: angst, very suggestive smut/light smut

Please remember, that this story is rated 18+ !

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Another HUGE shout out goes out to @lokisgoodgirl for this scene! I can't thank you enough for helping me with the smut! 💚

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LINK TO SERIES MASTERLIST ǁ CHAPTER ELEVEN

While Y/N was on her way back to London, Will had just woken up, completely unaware of what happened while he was asleep. Tiredly, he sat up, put both his feet on the cold wooden floor. He ran a hand through his messy curls and scratched his trimmed beard, before he rubbed the sleep out of his tired eyes. As soon as he was able to see clearly, the first thing that caught his eyes was a small, folded piece of paper. The reverend frowned, reached for the object. He noticed that his name had been written on it - and suddenly an uncomfortable feeling started to spread in the pit of his stomach. Will quickly unfolded it nervously, brows furrowed. His breath hitched in his throat; eyes widening. The man's heart rate picked up immediately; the muscle hammering relentlessly against his ribcage.

Dear Will,

It's been torturing me how much you are suffering because of me. I tried to push it away and just keep on going - but the truth is, I can't live like that anymore. I can't live with myself, knowing how I've made you doubt your path; your faith. There's nothing I can do to make up for what I've done to you. All I can say is thank you - for everything. I apologise for not saying goodbye, but... It's for the best.

I hope you are finding what you're looking for.

Y/N

Will read the lines over and over again, his mind didn't want to grasp what his eyes saw. He couldn't believe this. He didn't want to believe this. Will jumped up and ran upstairs, straight towards the bedroom. "Y/N?!" Nothing. The bed was neatly made, just like everything else was tidied up. "No, no, no..." Will mumbled, ran from one room to the next, frantically searching for her. "Y/N?!" Again, no answer. Again, no Y/N. The realisation hit him like a blow into the gut. She was gone. She left, so he could be saved. Will sank down onto the sofa, clutching the note tightly in his hands. He felt how his heart shattered into a million pieces. He never wanted this to happen…

The next few days had been pure torture for the vicar. He was once again torn apart by his feelings. He missed Y/N, without a doubt; was still puzzling the pieces of his broken heart together. But then again... She left for good... To save him. Perhaps he had now the chance to find the way back on the right path... Finding redemption, salvation and forgiveness. Perhaps, Y/N was right... Maybe it was for the best.

He tried to convince himself to believe that - what actually worked out at first, but not for long. The more time elapsed, the more he found himself missing her. He just couldn't get over that woman. God knew he tried, but his heart yearned for her; screamed at him to bring her back into his life. Will tried to push it all off again, spent a lot of time in his church, praying to his God and asking him for help. Or he distracted himself with spending time with the people of his parish; helping them out or listen to their fears and doubts and giving them advice. But no matter what he did, how hard he tried - it was no help... When Will thought he finally made it, the heartache came back twice as hard - and with that not enough... His mind decided to go even more insane; once again betraying him and rebelling against the decision he had made to forget Y/N and to let her go. The dreams... They had come back, haunting him at night and causing him to think of them in the day time. Will quickly learned, that the dreams he had now were even worse than the dreams he had then... Now they didn't consist of fantasies. They consisted of memories...

The feeling of Y/N's soft lips colliding with the hot, sweaty skin of his neck, nipping and kissing at his pulse point, sent sparks of pleasure throughout his whole body. He didn't think she could drive him even more into ecstasy, but then Y/N trailed her lips up to his Adam's apple, teeth gracing gently over the soft area. A strangled breath left Will's lips as his hand clasped frantically the headboard of the bed, desperately needing something to hold onto. Sweat dripped down his brows as he furrowed them, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure which overcame him. Y/N bit her lip, smirking when she saw what she was able to do to him with a simple touch. The young woman braced herself with one hand on his bare chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart underneath her palm. Will looked up at woman on top of him. The dim light of the room and the flickering flames of the candles caused it to look like that there was a halo around Y/N's head, every time she threw it back. Without a doubt, she looked like an angel, sent by God himself. The woman let her other hand travel up as well, over his stomach and ribs, scratching the skin slightly on her way, causing Will to snap back out of his thoughts. He released a soft groan at her touch, gripping the headboard even tighter, knuckles turning white. She grasped the reverend's free hand, intertwining their fingers. The hand on his chest moved further up, tracing his sharp cheekbones, before it vanished in his blonde-brown locks. Y/N leaned down, kissed Will slowly, trapping his bottom lip in between her own lips. "Let go, Will." She whispered. "Let go. I'm going to catch you, I promise." Close. So close - but then the bubble bursted, as Will shot up in his bed, calling out her name. He was a sweating and panting mess. The bed was messed up as well; the sheets everywhere but not on his body. He had tossed and turned, desperately in search for salvation and proper sleep. His dreams haunted him - again. Despite that he was wide awake now, he could still see Y/N clear as daylight in front of him. Beside him. On top of him. Will could swear that he still heard her sweet voice in his head and how his name left her lips like a prayer. He could still smell her scent on his bedsheets, hints of her faded perfume. She was everywhere. The spectre of her body worshipping his, rising to greet him every night, robbing him off his sleep and leaving him aching and thirsting for more. An ache that would get never healed. A thirst that would get never quenched, because she wasn't here. She was gone. And she was never going to come back.

The reverend ran both his hands over his face and through his curls, groaning out of frustration. Once again, he was on the edge of despair and he was certain... There existed no worse pain in the world, than a broken heart. Only love could hurt like this. Well... It must've been a deadly kiss.

[drkcnry67]

This...

Title: this...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

A.f.g.d: "love you? Don't make me laugh!"

A.f.g.f: free space (soulmates)

A.f.g.b: enemies to lovers

Spn fluff: enemies to lovers

Spn kink: hand cuffs

H&H: "it's time you got know how it feels to be betrayed"

Rating: 18+ just to be safe

Tags: possibly some sexual mentions, enemies to lovers, rival families, undercover meet ups, secret exchanges, soulmate countdown on your wrist... think that's all for now...

Summery: nope not telling

"on this the 14th of September 2012, a set of numbers appeared on my wrist, 95 days, 19hours, 17 minutes, 25seconds. today i guess i am gonna have to start preparing myself to meet my soulmate, the person im meant to be with for the rest of my life. i will do this the only way i can, by allowing myself to undertake as much responsibility as possible. today will be good, i promise. signed, YN."

that was your morning journal entry, what you wrote you couldnt believe it yourself. the numbers on your wrist, you needed to hide it for as long as possible.

Your line of work was dangerous, being a crime scene investigator certainly made your job interesting.

But a few months ago you found out that a family of vamps resided in your territory. You were walking home one evening and were jumped by one such vamp little did you know that you both would become romanticly involved.

Jensen: how would you like to be eaten?

You turned over and kneed him in the stomach sending him backward...

Yn: I wouldn't, you wouldn't find my blood very appealing...

You flashed him your eyes... he backed up immediately.

Jensen: your a wolf but how...

Yn: I was born into it... but you, are you apart of that vampire family in the outskirts of the city?

Jensen: yes, but I was wondering, a ell I mean I kinda noticed when I had your arms pinned but that countdown on your arm, it matches mine as well...

You put yours next to his and that was the start of your long nights of secrets...

Yn: well what do we do? I'm sure neither of our families will accept this...

Jensen: we will meet in secret every evening up on the cliff over looking this end of town... meet me there tomorrow night...

That was the start of the months now of sneaking around but now we go to your day job...

You arrived at the crime scene, you put on your gloves and began looking around the crime scene.

Jerry: find anything yet?

Yn: not so far... but I'm not leaving here till I do... please tell me he isn't...

Jerry: oh you mean the transfer from upstate, ya he's here... so get this he claims this was done by and i quote, "one of those super powered freaks." He is coming this way do you want me to stay?

Yn: no I got this, thanks Jerry.

Jerry walks away and your new rival shows up... you groan as your senses kick high and mighty as he speaks up from behind you...

Jay: yn, slacking off again?

Yn: Jay still trying to steal my job?

you were not sure if this guy was trying to mess with you Or if he was Just dumb...

Jay: you know what I was taught in the academy?

You continued to collect evidence, ignoring him... on the other hand your watch had been buzzing constantly for almost 15 minutes...

You knew there was trouble elsewhere in the city. You knew you had to transform but you couldn't... not in the middle of a case...

you collected and sorted all your samples, labeling it by the areas you found them in... you also took photos of the location spots and of the placement numbers. you bid adieu to your captain and you walked toward the furthest bus stop...

once you were away from the crime scene and out of eye shot of your fellow officers. you felt the power surge within you... you walked down the dark path, through the woods.

you threw your bag hard enough and far enough that it would or should land close to your ancestral home. where you then turned to the sky and howled...

letting your guardian know you were home... you were a werewolf... one of great power, one of nobility, the next in line for the throne of your ancestral home in Deshaan...

yn: ugh, time to do my work...

Killian: and what about your lessons milady...

YN: ill do them when i feel like it, look my parents sent me here to Sunshinevil to lead a normal life. to have a chance at happiness... they sent you here to look after me even though im a grown ass woman.

killian just laughed as he threw your mail at you..

killian: someone sent you a letter with no return address again...

you threw him a dirty look as you ran your fingers over the letters spelling out your name on the envelope. you took all your mail and your bag heading into your room you shut and locked the door.

you opened that no return address envelope first. you could almost hear his voice as you read the letter.

Jensen: hey beautiful, im excited for our nightly jog... i hope that you are ready to once more escape into our own world, live the parts of our lives that should have been ours already... we have talked many times about this, are you still willing to run away with me like we have been talking about for months now? Meet me at the usual spot tonight all my love Jensen

You laid back on your bed and felt your heart beat blissfully in your chest. you now went to start your work but you now were being interuppted by many bright flashing lights outside and screaming yelling and familiar footsteps and voices..

you continued to do your work as your door was pulled off... you were not paying much attention till a loud booming voice spoke up from behind you...

Henry: YN my dearest daughter, i have some good news... your mother is back home finishing up all the details but she said i would be better suited to come here and tell you the news in person!

you didnt like the tone his voice jumped too... you were not sure where this was going so you put down the test tube you were holding and stepped away from the table...

now facing your father you felt your anger rising slowly as you waited for him to continue...

yn: tell me what...

henry: your going to marry the son of a rich family from Wrothgar... they want this alliance between our countries as much as your mom and i do...

you started to shift but mid shift you felt yourself stiffle a bit as your father reached out his arms around you stopping the shift entirely...

yn: why would you guys do that to me...

you scream the tears spilling quick from your eyes.

henry: because we are trying to secure the benefit of the kingdom! and for your future and the future of the bloodline.

Helen: now Henry be reasonable, she is a woman she can make her own decisions.

you could feel the shift beginning again, you couldnt help it... till your father snapped his fingers and used his alpha tone to force you to stop all together. the reverse shift was painful but it worked... you wrapped up in a sheet and dismissed your father to leave the room.

Your mother stayed with you to help console you about your father's actions and tone while you got ready to go out.

you put on the dress for your excursions that night and your shoes and redid your hair. Once all good you finished setting up your equipment to scan the evidence you collected at the crime scene.

You then grabbed your bag and headed out the door of your room. Your father and guardian both staring at your appearance and making judgmental faces.

Kilian: off to party again milady?

Yn: always... Kilian keep my father on his leash I don't want him here when I get back... my mother can stay but my father either can sleep in the shed or I guess with my mother but keep him in check.

Kilian: yes milady.

You leave out the front door, your dress changing into a jumpsuit... once a bit away from home you break into a run through the Forrest line.

Yn: hold on my love im coming.

Your voice carried on the wind, Jensen who was waiting at the top of the clif on the moonlit hill all the way out of town far away from your pack and his clan...

Oh ya by the way Jensen whose supposed to be your enemy, is also your vampire lover. Think Romeo and juliet except way way way worse.

Your father's would absolutely declare war if they found out. But you arrived and saw him sitting staring at the moon.

Jensen: you gonna just stand there or you gonna come out and sit with me.

Yn: I am coming im just trying stay under control...

Jensen: what's got you so flustered my love.

Yn: my father and mother showed up... out of the blue and unannounced, he used his alphas touch to stop me mid shift... to force me back to normal. My mother sat with me for a bit till I got up and came here...

Jensen: come here my love you won't hurt me I know you won't.

You took a few more deep breathes and let all the stress flow away as you cleared out of the tree line.

You stood for a few seconds in the moonlight... you walked over to sit on Jensens lap. As you both watched over the town...

Jensen: what did your father say or do to make you start to shift.

You felt the tears sting your eyes again.

Yn: he basically told me that I am all but engaged to this other wolf prince bastard thing and that it's necessary to continue the bloodlines yack yack yack...

You were shaking, but jensens arms were around you holding your hands with his own.

Jensen: I could kill him if you want...

Yn: I wish but he would sooner force me to rip you to shreds... I just wish he would leave me alone. I just wish he like my mother understood about my lack of interest to this arranged marriage custom.

Jensen: so you wish you could lets say marry me for example.

Yn: exactly. And I would marry you in a heart beat... perhaps one day that will be possible but if our families weren't sworn enemies, We would have already been married.

Meanwhile, as you and Jensen were snuggling on the hillside, neither of you were aware that someone or something was watching you.

Over the hills on the outskirts of 2 towns over, King John and Queen Mary were watching you and Jensen through the eyes of one of their spies.

Mary: who is that girl...

John analyzes the photo but then takes out his phone and take a close up shot of your signat ring.

John: guards, follow this girl in the shadows over the next few weeks... but be careful not to be seen. Just watch her and learn about this new love interest of our sons. For it would seem he has been lying to us this entire time.

Mary: whose ring is that John?

John: the family ring from Deshaan she's a werewolf.

Meanwhile, Henry your father was scolding Kilian as he escorted him to the nicest hotel close to the forest.

Henry: what is my daughter hiding?

Kilian: nothing my king she just isn't in the mood for anything from you.

Henry: well just tell me this do you know where she goes every time she walks out that door...

Kilian: no I don't, I'm not one to pry, I also learned very early not to get on her bad side.

Henry: she has a temper?

Kilian: yep but she does receive letters with only her name on the envelope. She receives one almost every single day.

Henry: see if she will tell you or if you can find out who it is... my daughter is getting mysterious mail and partying and sounds like she doesn't care about the throne. Follow her next time she goes out I want to know where she goes.

Kilian: I will try sir! Good night sir.

Henry is left in the nicest hotel suite that side of town. Puzzled as to what exactly his daughter does with her time.

Meanwhile, you and Jensen had started making out but a sound startles you both... this made you both get up and scan the tree line.

Yn: what do we do...

Jensen: jump? It can't hurt... and if we are found it will be much worse than a moonlight swim in the harbor.

Yn: ugh I guess its gonna be a new phone for both of us...

Jensen: there are worse fates... 3...

Yn: 2...

Jensen takes your hand as you both step to face the ledge.

Jensen: 1... jump...

You and jensen while holding eachothers hands take a running leap off the ledge. not turning back to see who or what may have been skulking towards you. (*more about this later*)

anyway you both made it to the beach, the sand sticking to your now very wet bodies. you looked around and felt a strange sense like you both were still being watched.

Jensen: well yn i think tonight has been eventful enough, but i dont want my princess to catch a cold. lets give it some time before we meet again. at least while your dad is in town...

Jensen kisses you again, before he gets pulled back and you get thrown to the ground.

Jensen: fredrick stop... thats enough....

fredrick: forgive me my prince i was simply doing my job in protecting you...

jensen: go my love, ill send word when i can...

you take off into a run breaking the speed barrier before you can hit the treeline. you slunk in through the front door. and you are met with the glare of Kilian

kilian: milady why are you all wet...

yn: i had to escape some vampires that followed me out from the club i was at tonight... so i made it to the beach i threw down some come and get me taunt knowing that those yawhoos wouldnt follow that close to sunrise, so i walked into the water, held my breathe and swam from one side of the island to the other, so i could get away.

kilian: shall i make you some hot chocolate or...

yn: no thanks i think im just gonna go take a nice hot bath and warm up, then finish my work and hit the hay...

kilian bows slightly handing you a fuzzy throw blanket and a large towel.

kilian: then ill lock up for the night milady... good night milady.

You go into your bedroom and shut the door, locking it and your window for the night. You stripped out of your wet garments and ran a nice hot bath... bringing your bath tray, and laptop into the bathroom with you.

Yn(to self): I wonder what today will bring. Ugh I hope Jay isn't gonna be there. That self spoiled pretentious pig...

You Crawled into the bath and out your laptop on the tray and checked your lab results. Finishing your report for work and your other duties as well. Then calling it a night.

Meanwhile Jensen walked through his front door and was instantly met with the disapproval of his parents.

John: JENSEN, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE YOU ARE IN YOUNG MAN...

Jensen: shouldn't you be in bed father.

john: okay listen here you little ingraite... your mother and i have worked for years to train you and to set you up with a very very eligible marriage, so what i would like to know is who that snout faced twit was that you were with tonight?

jensen was now enraged his worst fears now realized... and thats when his father and mother noticed the countdown on his arm.

mary: john settle down... our son is merely checking out the world and experimenting... im sure he didnt know that she was a wolf... did you my son?

jensen knew he had to lie, he didnt like it but he had to do it.

Jensen: mother is right, i didnt know that she was a wolf. if i had i would have torn her to shreds.

john sighed slightly, Mary just glanced over her sons wet appearance and blew him a kiss.

Mary: Jensen my son, retire to your room for the night. you have work tomorrow. living normal is still on the table for you... as long as you never forget who you truly are.

jensen: then that i shall take my leave, mother father...

jensen walked very calmly to his room, his expression changing instantly upon locking the door. breathing in a sigh of relief, as his mind slipped out of real world and into his dreams where he would find you hopefully...

Both of you slept alone in mind and body that night, but one day maybe that would change... you woke up the next morning, got up dressed and packed for work, upon exiting your rooom you run into your dad in the kitchen sitting at the table like a normal person. Your mom was standing washing the counter.

yn: before any of you say anything, just know im late for work and i have nothing else to say to you father... on a different note, good morning mother!

Helen: good morning my sweet girl! I trust that after your bath you slept well!

Yn: of course, it was pleasant!

You grabbed a piece of toast, and started toward the door.

henry: well i was simply gonna say that whatever you are hiding from me, i have my way of learning the truth... most of them unpleasent...

yn: and exactly what are you implying...

you roared dropping your bag...

henry: kilian tells me you have been recieving secret love letters... i want to know who they are from, and when this little shenanigan started and i want to be there when you kill him and complete your link to the alpha's throne.

yn: i have mentioned this numerous times, ill do things in my own time and it is none of your god damn business who i choose to be with... so cancel this arrangement cause i will not keep to it, i will not go through with it, and i have no desire at this time to spend another moment in this cottage today. ill spend the night at the station, at least there i can count on civil conversation and no one lurking over my future plans. so good bye ill see you guys when i see you... on a more pleasant note bye mom I'll see you later!

you picked up your bag and walked out the door slamming it as you went. kilian and your dad didnt say much after that...

You arrived at the station still in a huff, you walked in and breathed in the smell of coffee and donuts...

Jerry: what's got you all in a huff this morning?

Yn: my father's in town, the jerk wad I told you about... the one who tried to sell me off to some rich pompous dick so he could keep his power.

Jerry: oh shit... I gather you will be pulling an all nighter here...

Yn: yep, would you like to have the briefing now or later and can we do it in the lab I need to work on whatever there is...

Jerry follows you to the lab, that's when a call comes through the wire...

Jerry: saddle up YN we got another weird one...

Yn: weird how?

Jerry looks around to make sure no one else is in ear shot...

Jerry: one of the bodies was torn to shreds almost as though like a wild dog or something larger tore through him like a sack of dirty laundry, while the other body, completely devoid of blood, puncture wounds to the neck, Jay stumbled upon them this morning... that's who called it in...

You were pretty sure you had steam coming out your ears, you were so mad you didn't want to loose out on this case to Jay...

Yn: what are we sitting around for? Let's go...

Jerry: look I know you can do an excellent job at this but you need to calm down before you can leave the office your eyes are red...

You pulled out your mirror and took a look for yourself...

Yn: first of all its blood orange, cross between red and gold and second your right I know your right...

Jerry watched as you brought out your claws and slashed your forearm, he watched you shriek as the pain caused you to shift back to normal...

Yn: damn can you hand me the gauze that I keep over on the desk... your the one whose gonna wrap this and then help me put my sweater back on so we can go...

Jerry carefully grabbed the gauze and the tape and put some antiseptic on your arm before he wrapped it...

Jerry: why would you harm yourself?

Yn: it was the only way to get myself under control quickly. I wish there had been an easier way but I'll be fine in a few days... werewolf healing takes longer when it's self inflicted.

Jerry: makes sense. Alright let's get you up and let's get to this crime scene. I've told the officers to not let the csi on scene till I get there with you so you can have an equal opportunity to collect your samples and do your thing.

You winced trying to use your arm to get off the table but you were not completely ready for that yet...

Yn: Jerry get me off this table we cannot give that weasel any satisfaction... not a word of my injury.

You felt jerry take your good arm and help you off the table. Jerry carried your bag and walked with you out the back entrance to the cruiser lot.

Jerry drove and allowed you to relax as you both arrived on scene. It was like foggy, and unusual unsettling feeling as you and Jerry got out of the car.

Yn: i don't like this...

Jerry: I'll follow your lead but we should have run into someone by now...

Yn: shit Jerry get back to the car now... go..

Jerry goes back wards watching your back as you go further into the fog and thats when you got jumped.

You threw the vamp off of you and you recognized him it was one of the ones from the night before.

Justin: oh goodie look what I found, the wolf bitch whose been seducing our prince perfect you are coming with me either consciously or not. My king and queen would like several words with you... and to use you to well teach their son a lesson.

Yn: in your dreams pal, im not going anywhere with you.

Justin: oh yes you are...

Justin lunged at you, his full weight now holding you in a choke hold. You Sunk your teeth into his arm and in return he knocked you out.

When the fog cleared the knocked out officers were on the ground but you were gone. Jerry went to help the officers off the ground but was sure you could handle yourself.

Meanwhile you began to stir waking up next too a growing patch of very very potent wolfsbane. You tried to move away from it but your body still felt funky from being knocked out.

Yn: ugh what happened to me...

Justin peaks into the cell which holds you and yells...

Justin: guards drag this bitch to the dinning hall, throw her down before the king and queen and the young prince. We don't want her to miss the show.

You were dragged out of the cell, cross the stone cold floor and down a set of stairs to a giant set of doors. The next words you hear are ones that shock you.

Guard: your majesties the entertainment has arrived.

John: nobles of the court a transgression shall be righted here tonight for just outside the door is a beast, one that howls by the light of a full moon, one who has seduced our son. Bring her in, leave the handcuffs on her, I don't want her to break free...

You were dragged into the room and thrown down on the ground the gasps across the room were as loud as the sound of your name falling from the lips of Jensen who was more shocked to see you in chains on the floor.

Jensen: father what is the meaning of this...

John: your punishment is to beat this girl and break the seduction she has put upon you my son.

Jensen: what the fuck? Have you lost your fucking marbles father? That is absurd she did nothing of the sort... it was my idea, I was baiting her to find out what she knows about the wolf royals...

You snarled at Jensen watching his expression turn sour and angry... you were pissed..

Yn: you traitor why would you play with my heart like that after I poured my heart out to you, after I gave you all of me, we were gonna run away together, i thought you loved me...

Jensen: love you, ha don't make me laugh? Get it through your head bitch it was all an act to gain your trust... now I'm gonna torture you and prove my worth to the court.

Jensen grabbed a bat that has been wrapped in wolfsbane... Jensen then proceeds to swing at you. Each hit making you scream in discomfort.

After 30 strikes your blood splattered across the floor, Jensen turns to the court as you struggle to get up...

Jensen: well now it's just getting fun, guards open the moon roof, lets watch this bitch break further as I strike her down.

Your struggle to get out of the way is useless as the roof is opened and your body starts reacting to the moonlight...

Yn: please Jensen let me go, please I won't survive the change if this continues...

Jensen: no, not this time little bitch...

You scream again indicatingthe change beginning, first your spine begins shifting breaking and cracking, your screams slowly turn to growls and roars.

Your voice comes out as a howl in the next moment as your bones continue to break.

Jensen: look at her, she is gonna be dead soon lets see if we can shake up the fun, boys the spears...

In seconds you are flanked and spears dipped in wolfsbane are pierced into your sides. Multiple times.

Jensen and the court just laugh, you stop mid shift. It's got you fuming but you manage to push through the pain, your claws scraped against the floor leaving marks...

You managed to get to one knee feeling the wolfsbane burning inside you but you fought the pain.

You heard the sound of the boots that Jensen wore approaching you as he lifted up the bat and was bringing it down on you you reached up and caught the bat pushing it away from you as you stood up fully.

John: impossible...

Yn: no not impossible especially when my family has just arrived.

John and the courts attention is drawn to the doorway which is now hosting your father and Killian standing there staring at the room.

Henry: John, I can't believe you... sending a boy to torture an innocent girl, my daughter of all things... have you forgotten the treaty...

John: I have not Henry... I was merely teaching a lesson... though it seems there was no need for my son could never ever have true feelings towards a beast..

Helen and Mary both exchange long glances not listening to anything other than the sounds of their own words.

Helen: it seems like our husband's are at it again.

Mary: it would seem so but our children seem to have quite the attraction to eachother as well...

Helen: im sure all will be revealed in a few short minutes

Mary and Helen realized that their children's marks showed the same time... while you were still being beaten...

You were trying to block out the stings of the wolfsbane, as then jensens voice came into your head loud and clear as a bell..

Jensen: lets show them what we have... let's show them our ways... plus the time on our arms is about to expire... we need to stall for 5 more minutes.

All you could do was smirk... as you run up behind your father and hold your claws at his throat...

Yn: listen and listen good all of you... we arranged this... for you see our bond is deeper than anything a mere treaty could do...

Jensen: my love for yn is greater than my love for my species... we have a way to become hybrids this way we don't have to be at war... and we can procreate. The bloodlines will continue just not by anyone you guys choose.

You lean in to whisper at your father's ear...

Yn: listen to what we have to say father do not use your temper to solve these issues... listen to us please. If you ever loved me at all you will listen.

You walk towards Jensen as the countdown expires and a binding chain wraps around you and Jensen.

The entire room is awestruck. They didn't know what kind of sorcery this was...

Henry: holy shit...

Killian: oh my God...

John: sorcery...

Mary: yay, I get a daughter...

Helen: yay, I get a son!

John and Henry were now fuming and pissed off... in seconds guards were surrounding you and Jensen...

Yn: Jensen let's show them what love really means...

Jensen: Do you have it?

You pull out 2 viles from your boob crevice... you hand 1 to jensen... both of you popping off the lids and downing them in seconds you both hold hands and feel the liquid coursing through your veins.

You both fall to the ground, minutes pass as John and Henry are now preparing to engage in combat. But fate had another idea.

For your body began to convulse and you sat straight shot up. Jensens body began to break every bone he began to shift... well it would be a partial shift it was still a shift.

You began to see things differently, you pulled down one of the nearby guards and fed from his neck draining him of blood.

You felt so much better. Jensen sat up and looked at his new form, then looked at you in your new form.

Jensen: my love, how do you feel?

Yn: how do I feel, I feel fantastic, how do you feel?

Jensen: fantastic. Shall we stop our fathers from fighting...

Yn: hmm I dunno I think they both need lessons on what the new order is to the food chain. Who the most dangerous predators actually are.

You and jensen take your father's by the throats and lift them in the air.

Yn: look we don't want to kill you, but how does it feel...

Jensen: to know that your children who you both claim to love so much are soulmates and now more powerful than even you.

John: you both have betrayed us...

At that point you both drop your father's on the ground to allow them to breathe and speak.

Henry and John exchange glances and neither you not Jensen have noticed for neither of you are paying attention.

Mary: John stand down!

Helen: Henry that's enough!

You and jensen turned your attentions to your mom's as they stand side by side facing you, your father's and the court.

Mary: our children are soulmates

Helen: they're bound together and as such now are our 2 houses. If you both continue to resist this

Mary: we will have no choice but to lock you both up for the rest of your days, or at least till the executioners get here...

Helen: or do we betray them like they are ready to betray us...

Yn: wait mother...

You look at Jensen who nods and you proceed to explain yourself.

Yn: mom, queen Mary if I may... we actually have a confession to make. We had done this months ago, but we were scared if you guys found out we would have been exiled or worse. So we hid the truth with cloaking serum.

Jensen: the vile we drank tonight de cloaked us and made us who we have become. We knew that if something good was gonna happen we were gonna end up together one way or another.

Mary and Helen looked at you guys and ordered the guards to bring your father's to kneel before the both of you...

Mary: John, Henry look at your children, tell me and Helen that you guys don't still see them as the strong minded and willed children you both helped to raise. Tell us that these 2 children standing before you are not those children and we will have you both exiled. If you guys say these are still your children we will let them decide your fates...

Helen: the choice is yours gentlemen, but we would hurry if we were you, are you guys ready with your choices?

John: this is an outrage! Mary, Jensen you both have betrayed me, us, our family, our clan! It is now only fit that I exile you both from this kingdom!

Mary: if that's how you feel John then fine! I have already made plans for a case such as this anyway...

Jensen: fine, you don't have to pretend any further that we are family cause we are now not family, we are far from it.

John struggled against the grip of the guards, as Henry now spoke as harsh and as vile as John did...

Henry: alright I have a few things to say, #1 Helen my love you have been by my side through everything but you have fallen behind in the times. You are blinded by our daughters misdeeds... by this insubordination that our child has committed, she betrayed the pack, the kingdom and our teachings. Which brings me to point #2 yn my child you are my only heir, you had chosen your own path when you left the kingdom to pursue a normal life. I'm not as vain as John is right now but I don't want to cause any more of a ruckus as it is now. I Henry renounce my crown to my daughter I name her queen and leader of the pack, she is an alpha in her own right, she was born an alpha and now wears the crown. Now I Henry also request to live in this new kingdom if you will allow this...

Your mother and you looked shocked as your eyes flashed to blood shot red and you let out an uncontrolled alphas roar. Once you got your voice back you spoke.

Yn: dearest father for renouncing your title and basically apologizing you can live in this new kingdom but under 1 condition... you never ever do something so foolish again.

Henry: of course my alpha. Helen my darling wife I apologize wholly for how stubborn and pig headed I became about yn's love life how vain I got, how angry I was a few moments ago and I promise you that for the rest of eternity I'll spend it making it up to you. If you'll have me.

You move to allow your mother to approach your father. You watch your mother and your father share a moment of passion.

But everything and everyone are interrupted by a loud roar from John.

John: this is ridiculous! You are all fools! Our children are abominations and you guys are all choosing to accept them!

Mary: John stand down or we will make you.

Mary, Helen and Henry now between you, Jensen and John!

John: Mary you would dare to stand against me... why Mary why would you side with those who dare to change the natural order.

Mary: cause I've seen the light I've seen what kind of man you truly are I know what kind of man you are... now I let my son speak cause you are no longer my husband no longer my king.

John's rage shon through, John now shifted full vampire.

John: Mary you defy me, you deny me, you reject me. Fine I don't need you I don't need any of you. In fact I'm gonna kill you, your son his half wit brat and her half wit parentals as well.

Yn: Jensen deal with him in such a way that justice will reign Supreme, actually guards put him on the rack!

The guards rolled in a rack usually used to torture prisoners, but in this case it would adhere to a different purpose.

Jensen: ah good thinking babe, attention everyone, what you are about to see is our new kind of justice, those that oppose us will be strapped to a rack and then made into a hybrid like us and forced to stay that way as they desicat in a cell from which they have no means of escape for all eternity.

John: why you insolent brats, I don't accept this, I'm the king, you cannot do this to me!

Jensen roars and steps to stand beside his father.

John: I don't know what changed in your being to think that anything like this would have been okay in the first place. But you stopped being my son a long time ago.

Jensen: I was never your son, I was just some bargaining chip to use whenever you wanted.

Jensen received the extra vile of change formula from you and became as content as rain when he saw the glint of fear in John's eyes.

The guards forced John's mouth to stay open as the viles contents were poured in.

Jensen: now it's time you know how it feels to be betrayed, father... as your body starts to accept the formula you will start to loose consciousness and then your bones will break and then you may or may not black out as well. Either way guards put him on a one way boat trip to the prison in the southern isles and make sure he is secure wouldn't want him escaping.

The guards do just that, and after a few moments of John leaving the room his screams of pain echo through the entire castle.

Jensen: yn, you are the love of my life, the fire in my soul and I wouldn't be who I am without you. I look forward to uniting our 2 kingdoms merging them so that we all may live in peace and harmony!

The crowd cheered, it was the dawn of a new Era in which werewolves and vampires would never again be at war with one another.

While you and Jensen lived happily ever after well for now at least.

~ that's all for now folks~