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jaemnoir · 4 years

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get some

wc: 1.8k

prompt:

'i don't, i don't, wanna wait no more / we can do it on the kitchen floor / give me what i'm begging for / i just wanna get some'

warnings: slight exhibitionism, dry humping, making out,,, never proofread not edited this and also this is a kinda old draft so it might suck :/

a/n: found this deep within my drafts from my old blog and thought 'what the hell' so here we are. based on the song, get some by ghosted ft. kamille

You smiled dreamily as you stuck a picture of the boy that had caught your eye lately on your vanity mirror. Your hair scooped up to one shoulder as you glide your brush down its length. The daunting lipstick is a striking contrast to your plain skin. Fluttering your eyelashes at the mirror, you looked at the masterpiece you've made of yourself. You stood up from your seat, smoothing down the white dress you've picked out before twirling around, loving the way the fabric flowed along with your body. Along with it, your hair cascaded down your back, a sweet cotton candy smell emitting from it. A simple thin gold necklace hugged your neck, highlighting your collarbones in a way that would make any boy drool over. The small bag you've prepared for the day hung on the hook stuck to your door. You grabbed it before exiting the room.

"I'm going out!" You called out, only to be met with the silence of the house. You shrugged before taking your boots and walking down the path. Mind hazy and filled with endless daydream of the tanned skinned boy as you skipped on your way to the party. Hoping for even just a glimpse of Lee Donghyuck.

You stood alone at one corner of the room, your back leaning on the wall while a red solo cup snuggled in between your fingers. The music was too loud for your taste and your energy had dropped to zero hours ago. Your friends have already ditched you, probably trapped in one of the rooms upstairs with a horny stranger. You wanted to leave but not before you get what you've been waiting for. Bright lights would blind your vision from time to time, the harsh tints of red and blue making you blink furiously.

"You okay, pretty girl?" A deep voice made you snap up, your head raising towards the body in front of you. Black leather adorned his body, hugging it attractively. It made you wonder if it was him but the fact that he stood against the light made it hard for your eyes to identify him.

"Yeah, just blinded but I'll manage." You answered. A dark chuckle rose from his chest and you already know his motive for approaching you. "What's so funny?"

You feel him move to stand next to you. A part of you hoped it was Haechan like you've been wanting, the liquor in your hand already fueling the heat in your body. Once the stranger finally settled himself next to you did you turn to get a good look at him only to be greeted by the sharp features of Wong Yukhei. "You're cute."

You rolled your eyes at his cliche remark. "Sure, Lucas." You snapped, the sudden change making the boy raise his brow at you in interest. It made you shift the longer he stared. "What?"

"I'm trying to figure you out." He said. You turned your body to face him. Looking up at him with sharp eyes, you hear his breath hitched.

"There's not much to figure out. I just want to get some." You told him before leaning up just inches away from his lips. His eyes snapping from your eyes to your red stained lips. A clear sign of his desire. "Just... not from you." You whispered, pulling away and leaving him dumbstruck, eyes wide at your retreating back. Your red cup is looking to be a bit closer to empty than you want it to be. Thus the beginning of your trek to the kitchen ensues.

Your body squeezed through the multiple pressed bodies, the sheen of sweat on your skin now more prominent as you escaped the crowd and finally face to face with the door.

As you entered the clean uncrowded kitchen, you almost did a double take as you took in the appearance of the only person in the room with you. None other than Lee Donghyuck in the flesh. He sported a red leather jacket, his hair styled perfectly on his head. You could feel your face go red as you walked further in the room, his eyes snapping towards you.

"Need a refill?" His voice tasted like honey and you wondered if he does too. The sound shot straight to your core at how sexy it sounded. You pressed your thighs together to try and console it, an action that didn't go unnoticed by the boy as he smirked. "So what'll it be, miss?"

"Y/n." You stammered, not anticipating him asking your name as you moved closer to the island. You kept your hands close to your chest, toying with your fingers while looking down. You looked so small and nervous that it made Haechan lick his lips.

You turned your face up at him, one of his eyebrows lifted up. Your face goes red as you begin to stutter. "V-vodka please." You didn't mean for your pitch to be as high as it is but here you are. Heachan nodded his head, grabbing a bottle and pouring its content at your awaiting cup. Your nimble fingers visibly shaking a bit and he couldn't help but find you cute. And the prominent effect he had on you boosted his ego a lot. He was confident in his next course of action.

"Anything else?" He asked, voice deeper than it did before. His eyes staring you up and down in such a dirty way you couldn't help but think this was a dream.

The implication made your breath get caught in your throat while the boy sauntered towards your sensitive body only stopping a few inches away. The hand he pressed on your skin made goosebumps to flow through you. Your shaky hands lifted the cup to your lips, taking a sip as he continued to stare you down. "You alright there, love?"

He was so close. So close that you could smell the strong scent of his cologne. So close that every breath he took touched your cheek gently, your heightened nerves sending signals to your brain with every soft change on your skin. You were drunk, intoxicated but not by the many shots of alcohol you've taken but the boy standing too close to you. His thumb started drawing circles on your arm, hypnotising you to his touch. It's been so long since anyone has made you feel like this.

"Y-yup.." you breathed out, voice shaky and anticipating as you watched him lick his lips. The pink muscles poking from the small space, the action riling you up more than it should.

"You seem pretty tense, love. Need help loosening up?" His dark eyes now filled with lust had you shrinking under his gaze. The scenario made you feel inexplicably hot, the dress you were wearing now suddenly felt a bit suffocating.

Unable to form any words, you nodded your head. Heachan let his fingers brush against your arms, fingertips tracing along your skin, sending electricity all over your body before stopping to your neck. His hands cupping both sides of your jaw, fingers brushing on a sensitive part of your skin which sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could even recover, you felt his lips on yours.

His lips moved furiously against yours, matching the same amount of hunger and want you've been feeling all day. You felt him push you forwards, his arm keeping you close as he guided you to the nearest wall. One of his hands pulled away from your face, clicking the lock on the door so no one would disturb you two. You felt your back being pressed against its surface, the cold being a sharp contrast to the heat the both of you were radiating. Your arms lay limp on the sides of your body before Haechan placed them around his neck, your fingers automatically raking on his hair, pulling it. A groan escaped his lips, pulling away, his eyes blowing open with an expression that made you weak. His arms pulled your legs, instinctively making you jump to let him wrap them around his waist. His hands rested on your bum, squeezing them, eliciting a loud moan from your throat.

You heard him chuckle darkly, watching you wither at his touch. He pushed you harshly on the door before attaching his lips on your neck. Your fingers tangling itself back to his hair. He grinded his hips in between your thighs, your core feeling his already hard cock made you whimper. The constraints of your clothes limited you from taking any more pleasure. The muffled sound of the party outside made you realise how easy it is for any of them to see you both made the situation feel so hot.

A few more thrusts and breathy whimpers from you, you felt Donghyuck begin to pull you off the wall. His face detaching from your neck before connecting back to your lips, the same amount of lust from before continuing in the heated kiss. You felt the smooth surface of the marbled island beneath your bum, Donghyuck's hand riding your dress up to your thighs, his other hand on your back as he helped you lift your body up so he could pull the hem of the fabric up your waist. His hand stopped at the clasps of your bra, expertly unhooking it. He let his palm find its way to your breast, squeezing them as you moaned into his mouth. His other hand went to your thighs, teasing the skin until he had you whimpering like a dog and begging for more.

"What do you need, princess?" He teased, his thumbs brushing against your wet clothed folds. You whined at his touch, eyes begging at him desperately but he wouldn't have any of it. He wanted you to say it.

You opened your mouth to speak when you heard keys jingling and the door being thrown open. The both of you froze in your spot as you turned your attention towards a not-so surprised Renjun.

"Party's over. Chenle's parents are here and they are not happy." He said before going back out as if he didn't just interrupt you.

You hear Haechan sigh in front of you. You felt slightly---scratch that---really disappointed at the abrupt fever dream you were just in. Your need was still ongoing and craving for his touch. He lifted his head at your pouting expression.

"Sorry princess, we don't really want to anger the Zhongs any longer." His eyes searched around the room before ripping a piece of a nearby magazine taking a marker from one of the drawers before scribbling something down. "Here."

You took the paper from his hands. He winked at you before exiting the room.

"If you want to get some." And a date and time written on it along with a location and his number.

I just wanna get some

part two?

#haechan smut #haechan imagines #lee donghyuck #haechan x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #nct imagines #nct smut

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antivirus-mh-au · 4 years

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Antivirus - Chapter 1

TW: None Ao3 mirror coming soon If you like this, please leave a like or send me an ask! Thank you.

He wrote the letter J on top of every cigarette carton he bought. Even in this half-lit patio, it was visible as he fished a cigarette out. There was only one left. Bringing the suicide stick to his mouth with one hand, Tim offered the pack to the young woman sitting on the other side of the small table. The woman hesitated, but shook her head, a hand wiping the tears away before she spoke.

“No, thank you,” she said. “Mama would kill me if she found out.”

Tim smiled, pulling the carton back.

“She misses you,” he said. “A lot.”

The young woman - a runaway, her name was Becca - looked down at the plastic table that sat between them.

“I can’t believe she did all this,” Becca said, her brown eyes watering again. “I can’t believe she did all this research… to find you, and… And actually pay for someone to…”

“My rates are good,” he said. “And there’s always business. You’re not alone in this. You never were.”

She swallowed, looking back at him through dark hair once dyed a vibrant gold. “So you’re sure…” Becca reached out for the bottle of pills on the table. “These pills, they’ll keep it away?”

“They did for me,” Tim said. “And they’ve done it for every person I’ve helped get prescribed to them.”

Her gaze turned away from the label on the orange bottle, back to him.

“I thought just meeting you could drive it away,” she said. “That’s what they all say online.”

Tim looked away, taking the time to light the cigarette. He inhaled death and blew out life as smoke, the hot Lousianna breeze carrying it far away. Shoving the lighter back into a pocket on his leather jacket, he looked back at the woman.

“Maybe I can,” he said. “Maybe it does avoid me. But do you want to take the chance and be wrong?”

Becca shuddered. “No. God, no. If these will stop the nightmares, I’ll take them all.”

He looked up at the sky, where the night sky struggled to show the stars above this generic rest stop of a small town. Three am and still the cars drove by past this motel, a river of molded metal and paint and plastic. Who knew where they were going. Who cared, either.

Tim exhaled. “You going to go back home?”

She swallowed, staring at the bottle in her hands.

“Is it really gone?” Becca asked.

Tim looked at her the same way he looked at all the other people he’d helped the past eight years.

“Yeah,” He promised. “It’s gone.”

Becca moved to rub her wet eyes again, but froze midway.

“Lukas,” she said.

Tim’s blood ran cold. He knew where this was going already.

“Lukas?”

“My friend. We’ve been riding together. He’s - he’s seen it too.” She looked between the bottle of pills and Tim, staring at her from across the table. “He left an hour ago. I need to text him and-”

“Stop.” Tim straightened. “Where was he going?”

“An - an old playground, it’s by this elementary school they don’t use anymore. He left his backpack there and-”

“Damn it,” Tim hissed. He threw the cigarette at his feet and ground the fire from it. “I’ll be - no.” He yanked the business card from another pocket on his jacket, followed by a pen. The name on the card read Timothy Kane for all to see. He handed them both to her. “Write down your phone number and the address of this school. I’ll call you when I find him.”

Becca scrambled for the pen, her fingers shaking.

“You don’t think.... He’s hurt? Do you?”

He took the business card but not the pen. He had more in his van.

“I’m going to find out,” Tim said.

In his van, he hit the steering wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Knew I was coming, didn’t you?” He said to the air. The disease didn’t, couldn’t, hear him. But that didn’t matter.

The Lukas guy had been gone for an hour, god knew what he’d gone through. He could be dead. Hurt. Had his brain scrambled like an egg, until he talked like a five year old and didn’t recognize his own mother. Did Lukas even have a mother?

Focus, focus. Tim caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowed in the night. Focus, focus. He had a reputation to uphold. He had a standard. Tim Wright failed. Timothy Kane didn’t.

Someone had peeled the letters off the sign in front of the school. Kudzu and weeds swallowed the brick sign, cracking the fake marble and digging into the darkness inside. The parking lot behind it crunched under his tires, old dandelions flattening under his vehicle. Tim grabbed the flashlight from the passenger's seat before he left. There was no light for miles here, except for him.

Bugs swirled in the beam from his flashlight. Hot air flowed into his lungs. Sweat cooled on the back of his neck. Old gravel scraped under his boots. The rusted gate around the property lay on the ground with the weeds, and the metal barely squeaked when he walked over it. In front of him, the overgrowth choked the school entrance, plants falling over themselves to crush the brick and stone to dust. The front doors were gone. Tim stepped through.

They probably told ghost stories about this place, not that it kept the kids away. The fading murals on the wall were covered with graffiti, the glass wall that separated the front office from the entryway shattered, catching the light in every direction. What was probably a library stretched out on the far left side, the remaining bookshelves full of dust and cobwebs. On the right, a staircase, and open corridors that stretched into the darkness.

Tim exhaled.

“Where are you?” He whispered.

Someone screamed. His grip tightened on the flashlight. That was quick. Tim charged into the darkness.

“Leave me alone!” It must’ve been Lukas screaming. It found him first.

“Go away! It hurts! Stop it!”

He followed the scream past the old murals and graffiti, past the crossed out circles on the wall. The static rubbed against his skin, like touching an old television. He was getting closer.

“Stop! Stop!”

Auditorium. Probably the biggest room in the building. The roof caved in on the far side, exposing the already fading room to the light. Across from the door was a staircase with broken railings, and next to it… was It.

It hadn’t seen him, but It had to know he was here, watching It. After all these years, It never changed, Its appearance immortal, eternal, while he aged with life’s painful slowness. His heart still clenched when he saw It. His veins still chilled in Its presence. It didn’t look at him. The featureless head focused on the ground, at the man that writhed at Its feet. Tim inhaled, and stepped forwards.

Was it just him, that the air was colder now? Was it just him, that he could hear static ringing through his ears? His mouth dried, his heart shuddered. Human instinct demanded he run, but every step he took brought him closer to It. And even though every part of his body screamed, Tim wasn’t afraid. He’d lost that part of himself after doing this so long.

The words came from his mouth.

"Hey!"

There was no change, no reaction from the one on the floor, but the flat, vacant head moved. It turned, slowly, slowly, the suited body twisting towards the one that called out. It didn't have eyes but It looked back at him. It didn't have eyes, but It met his gaze.

Tim looked back.

"He's not yours," he said. "Leave him alone."

On the floor Lukas screamed, his hands wrapped around his head. He was shaking, he was crying in pain or fear. His leg was twisted the wrong way. But the Operator didn't move. It looked at Tim. It stood, and looked at him, as if It understood him. It tilted Its head. And with a feeling like emerging from deep underwater, it was gone. Tim gasped for air as if he'd surfaced.

Lukas stopped screaming. Tim, eyes wide, panting, looked at the man on the floor. The man looked back through teary eyes, his chest heaving with air.

"Christ," Tim said.

"Tim Wright?" Lukas asked.

"Timothy Kane." Tim stepped forward. "Becca's mother sent me."

"For real?" Lukas sucked in air, and coughed.

Tim kneeled down, looking the younger man over. "Your leg is broken," he said.

"The railing broke," Lukas said. "I was running from that thing-"

"You should've never come here alone," Tim said. He reached for the backpack near the twisted leg. "First rule of exploring abandoned buildings."

Lukas cringed. "Sorry."

Shaking his head, Tim offered his hand. "I can get you to my car and take you to the hospital. We'll call Becca and get you both on medication so this won't happen again."

The younger man breathed in, staring up at Tim with wide, exhausted eyes.

"You're real," Lukas said. "Everybody said you're just something people made up."

Tim shrugged, his mind drifting back towards the cigarette pack in his jacket. Once he got done here, he'd have to buy more.

"They say that about the Operator, too."

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austarus · 4 years

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HR Wells x Reader Hidden Among The Fairy Lights (Part 1 of 3)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.

*Just taking a small break from my Crisis of Infinite Wells reader insert series. Plus, I miss HR and I’m still baffled how they always dismiss him and Harry and all the Wells as if they mean nothing to the audiences. They mean just as much as Barry and Cisco and Iris. A reminder, the beginning dialogue is from the HR scene in 3x05.

Word Count: 4389

Part 2 Part 3

“You were named Entrepreneur of the Decade by “Tech Magazine”?” Cisco read off the monitor, arms folded as he maintained a look of doubt on his features. Iris sat on a chair; one leg crossed over the other as she rested her head against the palm of her hand. Barry stood right behind where his love sat, glancing from the screen back to the Wells doppelganger and crossed his arms like his best friend. Caitlin leaned against the main Cortex desk with both hands on her hips and a tired expression on her face. Wally hung back a bit on the other end of the main monitor desk.

You were at the main desk, sitting back with your hands folded in your lap. With pursed lips, you would glance down at your fingers ever so often at this supposed trial. He lied to us, but so did Harry when he first came to Earth-1 and he didn’t turn out as bad. Just prickly at times and soft in others. When this meeting was called to confront HR, you had decided in your head that you’d want the full story from HR before judging his course of action to lie to you all.

“That's right,” HR confirm with a drumstick pointed at his entire resume, eyes avoiding your gaze. He had calmed his breathing, but when his eyes met yours, he felt the tension climb within himself. He hadn’t wanted you of all people to find out like this. If only my charade had gone on for a few more weeks, I would probably have entrusted my truth to you. You had been the one cutie on the Team to not look at him oddly, especially when he made minor errors during his charade. A voice at the back of his mind told him that you had probably already figured out that HR wasn’t who he proclaimed that he was, but then again, you hadn’t questioned him. So, he left it at that… until the team called for him to fess up.

“Is any of what's on here true?”

“All of it.” With a pocketed hand, HR waved a drumstick to the screen for emphasis. His electric blue eyes caught you looking off to the side. HR didn’t need to know what you were thinking to hazard a guess of what you thought of him right now. What everyone thought of him when they learned his truth.

“How? You can barely turn on a computer.” Barry quipped up, nodding his head towards a random computer.

“There are two parts to every idea. There is the inception and the execution. I provide the former.”

“So, you come up with the ideas?” Iris clarified while Barry kept a dubious look on his face directed at the dark-haired doppelganger.

“Yeah, I don't know how to implement them. I'm the idea man.”

“So, you didn't actually solve the cryptogram that we sent you?” Caitlin asked, knowing that she had already answered her own question.

“No, that was my partner at STAR Labs on my Earth. I'm the face of the company.” HR responded making a photograph gesture of his face before fiddling with his drumsticks once more. Caitlin gave him an incredulous look at his response. You moved your gaze up, taking a peek to the rest of the contents on the screen before looking back at HR. The drumstick fiddling had caught your attention more than once since his arrival here and you’re more than convinced that HR does it when he’s nervous. Especially when he’s been caught red-handed. “I'm more of the inspiration behind the company. Then I was exposed.” His tone had softened, glancing at you from the peripheral before dipping his head down. Your heart caught in your throat at his dejected body language. Iris and Barry locked gazes with each other before listening HR’s continuation. “Well, people thought that I was something that I... I guess I wasn't. Anyway, it... it kind of all fell apart for me.” HR let out a little breath, before continuing. Your heart fell a bit at the amount of hurt that had been laced with his voice. “But then I got your message. My partner brought me your message. I realized he's bringing me an opportunity to come to this Earth to write this book.” HR’s face gradually lit up as he finished, a true novelist articulating his emotions through his words and gestures.

“So many planets in the multiverse,” Cisco mused in disbelief to himself while everyone glanced to one another, “and we happen to pick the one Wells who's not a scientist.” You made eye contact with Caitlin, who shook her head while you did a subtle shrug of the shoulders.

“You're right. I wasn't completely honest with you- with all of you.” HR took a seat as he spoke, rolling a bit closer. HR let out a breath, swinging the drumstick around. He couldn’t look at you in fear of what he might find. “I feel badly about that. I regret that. But let me ask you a question, has there been none amongst you that has ever shaded the truth for what you believe to be the greater good?” He’s right, we all try to hide our demons, our own terrible truths from hurting others. Barry from telling Iris that he was the Flash, Cisco when he first found out he was a meta, and so on. I’m no different either.

“It sounds to me like you're a con man.” Wally interjected in the silence. Murmurs of agreement rang out through the members of Team Flash while you only raised a confused eyebrow at Wally’s conclusion. Then I guess we’re all con men? I mean, we’ve all kept the truth from each other before. You kept your comments to yourself as you watched the others and HR. You already had your verdict, setting your chin in the palm of your hand as you rested your elbow on the cool surface of the desk.

HR got up towards Cisco, readily defending himself, “Was I a con man when I showed San Francisco here how to track the beast using car alarms? Was I a con man when I showed him how to fashion a rope using carbon fiber?” You held in a snicker when he referred to Cisco as ‘San Francisco’. I guess that’s one thing we have in common with his Earth.

“I came up with those ideas!”

“You were prompted by my suggestions.”

“Oh?” Cisco shook his head slightly at HR.

“That is how ideas work! People, you need a muse! I can be your muse,” HR pointed to himself, hoping to any higher power that the Team would accept that role for him to at least do. You gave him a soft smile at his suggestion.

“What about stopping all the metas on your Earth?” Wally asked, gesturing to the doppelganger before taking a step forward. Barry and Wally exchanged looks before shaking their heads at one another as HR started speaking.

“More of an advisory role for me, but I was there. I remembered how we- you don’t think that's something? Let me present you with a scenario. You're confronted with something, a threat that you've never seen before. You don't know how to stop it. Who does?” He pointed his drumstick towards himself. The novelist needed them to reconsider whatever decision that they already had. To reconsider booting him off this Earth and to give him a chance. “That's value to you. Let me prove my worth to you. If I fail, I will pfft right back to my Earth, but if I succeed, I will have succeeded not just in redeeming myself but also… will have done some good with my life,” he quickly mumbled the latter part, feeling sheepishly embarrassed, maybe even humiliated by the last statement, but if this is the way to go for redemption then it was certainly worth trying for.

“You know, you're lucky we're pretty big on redemption and doing good here,” Barry spoke on behalf of the team, gesturing to you all with a hand, “so I think you can- I don't know stay for a few weeks, try to prove yourself, but if not, fyoo, back to your Earth.” You watched with a quizzical look as Caitlin left the room. Must be the exhaustion from today. I hope she’s alright.

“Thank you,” HR sighed in relief, clapping his hands together in thanks towards Barry. He couldn’t help the fact that his eyes took a quick glimpse of you. He told himself he wasn’t sure why anymore; he had been exposed as a fraud once more. You wouldn’t want anything to do with him. Simple as that.

“Hey,” Cisco had stopped HR with a pointed look and finger, “no more repackaging.”

“Word is bond.”

“That- just- no more of that.” Wally and Cisco started heading out from the Cortex.

“All right, HR,” Barry and Iris were the last pair to go, bidding their ‘goodnights’. You had gotten up with them, knowing there was nothing else left to say, but to go home for the night to rest up for any more of the new timeline metas. Walking halfway through the corridor towards the elevator and trailing behind the West-Allen Gold Standard, a thought stopped you. Maybe… he just needs someone to teach him- You weren’t able to finish the thought as your feet silently carried you back to the Cortex. There HR sat with his back towards you, a drumstick in hand and his other hand rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the screen that held his resume and qualifications. While he was given a chance, you knew that he would have to effectively and efficiently find a way to prove himself before his time ran out.

“Word is bond, that’s a cute saying,” you softly spoke out, leaning against the metal frame of the Cortex entrance. HR let out a little “ah!” at the suddenness of your voice, accidentally throwing one of his drumsticks backwards. It sailed back towards your general area. You giggled at the reaction, picking up the instrument piece and handing it over to him when he had turned around. HR had let out a word of relief with a hand over his heart when he realized it was you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“For a little birdy, you sure do know how to be as silent and sneaky as a snail.” His cheeks felt warm when he heard you giggle; a bright smile had graced your features when you approached him. HR hoped you wouldn’t notice.

“Don’t you mean a mouse?”

“Snails can be silent.”

“I know, but the saying is ‘silent as a mouse’.” You pulled up a chair to sit beside him. The now dimmed lights of the Cortex had eased your headaches. “I guess that’s just another comparison between our Earths.”

HR looked at you oddly, running his fingers over both drumsticks that he held in one hand, “It doesn’t bother you?”

“Hm? What would?”

“How- How I say words and phrases differently? Do things differently from the people here on Earth-1?”

“I just think that makes you really unique,” you shrugged your shoulders a bit, giving him a soft grin. HR felt the heat returning to his cheeks again and now spread up to his ears. No one has really called him unique, certainly not in a good way either.

“But the others think its peculiar, just too much.”

“Well, I think it’s cool that there’s some form of variation from our Earth’s. Give the others some time, they’ll get used to you, I promise.” You secretly prided yourself with the ability to give people of various backgrounds and characters the benefit of the doubt. Open-mindedness as well as kind acts can go a long way, after all.

A deep chuckle left HR’s lips and you felt something jump in your stomach. HR glanced up to the monitor before looking back at you. “I’m guessing you’re not here just to chatter-chitter, huh.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” You folded your hands together in your lap, intertwining you fingers as you crossed one leg over the other. Almost looking business-like. “I have a proposition for you, HR.”

“Oh really?” The novelist quirked an eyebrow at you, he sat back to match your body language as if the both of you were associates discussing a business transaction.

“Yes sir, but you have to keep this a secret between us, ok? Word is bond?”

A smile laced itself onto HR’s ruggedly handsome features at your iteration of his Earth’s phrase. You swore the room lit up a little bit at his smile. “Word is bond.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, choosing your words wisely before speaking up again. “… I also want something in return.”

“Naturally, an eye for an eye, but it’ll depend on the prize that you want. What’s your proposition, little birdy?”

“I want to help you realize your worth and value to the team. You know, find a way for you to be helpful with the time that you have here. And starting with teaching you the basics of turning on a computer.”

“At what cost?”

“Three questions.” You simply held up three fingers.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’d need to answer a total of three questions that I could have at any point of your stay here. No resisting and no shading of the truth. No avoidance, either. Just the honest to God truth.”

“…” HR remained silent, contemplating your proposition and the costs. Wondering your true intentions and if you would be the type of person to betray him. Like so many others have in my life. HR took one took at your smug-ish face before a sigh left his mouth. Your smile had twisted into a grin.

“Well?”

“Do you promise on your soul not to blackmail me?”

“Word is bond,” you repeated gingerly. HR reluctantly agreed with raspy voice, blue eyes holding some form of trust in you.

A cheeky laugh left your lips as HR relaxed a bit in his seat, sort of contemplating what he had just gotten himself into as he watched you stand up from your seat. You offered a hand to him, that grin on your face turning into a slightly mischievous one as your other hand had held your tablet close to your chest.

“Let’s get started.”

***

The next few weeks you would hang out with HR, teaching him the basics of scanning the city for metas, understanding the basics of how a computer works, and so on. He really had been putting in a lot of effort, asking to take notes which you thought was sweet, even if some of the others didn’t welcome it at the time. HR had gone to the extent of re-reading old meta case files that the team had stored and would go on coffee runs every morning just to make sure the team was awake for the next meta sent by Alchemy. You found out about the files one morning when you found him in his pre-caffeinated sleep state in the Cortex with the files littering the computer screens. You had gotten a spare blanket and draped it over him so he wouldn’t be cold.

It wasn’t until you heard some yelling and soft curse words being thrown around from within the Cortex, that your feet picked up their pace from where you were in the corridor. You tilted your head, standing at the door-frame as you can sense the frustration emitting from Cisco towards HR. Caitlin was rubbing her temples while Barry was just running a hand through his hair as he tried to keep his irritation off his face.

“Good afternoon?” Your greeting was more in the form of a question as you knocked on the metal door-frame to alert the others of your attention. Barry and Caitlin had breathed a sigh of relief at your presence, sending you gracious smiles towards you. Cisco had shut his eyes, massaging his temples. “I brought homemade goods?” You held up the bag that had been filled with sugar cookies, sweet berry tarts, and brownies.” A small smile was on your face, glancing at everyone before setting the goods down. HR lowered his drumsticks and internally felt at ease that you had come at just the right time before Cisco’s berating would soon turn even nastier. With swift feet, the author left the room, probably going to make a new cup of coffee that he’s gotten so attached to.

“Finally, someone sensible around here,” Cisco grumbled to himself, making his way to where you placed the goods in hopes that delicate pastries from your hands would calm his spiked-up mood. “Please keep him out of the labs today,” the mechanical genius leaned into you, holding up a brownie.

“He’s just trying to help, Cisco,” You whispered back to Cisco, giving your friend a side-glance.

“I know, but we really have a lead on all these husks, and we don’t want him distracting us from that,” Cisco stated almost desperately. “Please, just this once.”

“You’re lucky that I’m a good friend.”

“Yes, I am. And,” Cisco pulled out a paper from his pocket, handing it over to you, “I have a list for you.” You gave him a quizzical look as you took the paper and unfolded it, to which Cisco spoke again. “We’re going to need a few items for the break room and from Star City, mainly Felicity.”

“Why can’t Barry speed over to get these?”

“Because CCPD, specifically Barry’s new partner, needs him to be on time whenever they call or else, he gets reported to Sighn. Again.” Caitlin spoke up, taking a sip from her cup of lemonade.

Barry sheepishly looked over at you, a tart half-eaten in his mouth as he waved at you with a cookie in hand. “Uh huh,” you rolled your eyes, not really liking doing errand work, but at least you get to see Felicity again, “just do me a favor, don’t touch my algorithms.”

“No promises. Oh, and one more thing.”

“Yes, San Francisco?”

“Don’t call me that.” He rolled his eyes. “Make sure you crazy kids don’t stay out for too long,” Cisco winked at you, hinting towards something he and Caitlin had confronted you about earlier that week. Barry looked confused as ever, mumbling out a huh ‘huh?’ with his mouth still full. The blood rushed to your cheeks before you flipped him off, earning a cheeky look from your friends who just smirked at your reaction. You left the room, throwing Cisco one more pointed look about your coding and algorithms before striding to the breakroom to find HR, who’s probably sulking with his heavily caffeinated cup of coffee.

***

“Hey HR,” you entered the breakroom, spotting the broad back of the dark-haired doppelganger, “why don’t you come run some errands with me?”

HR was silent for a moment; the only sound was the clinking of the coffeemaker as it began to hibernate once more. “Did they want me out of the labs today?” You heard the hurt in his voice as he finished brewing his perfect blend, turning around with a dejected expression. You nodded a bit as you looked down, taking a step closer towards him and resting a hand on his forearm. You squeezed it slightly, feeling incapable of lying to him about… anything really. His shoulders fell, shaking his head as he pulled away from your warm touch.

“Give them some time to cool off,” You spoke softly in a low tone. “In the meantime, we’ve got a few places to visit. And I’m definitely going to need a strong hand.”

HR chuckled a bit, holding his cup of java close to him. “I’m sure you can handle it on your own. You’re a strong, independent, and intelligent female.” His comments made the blood rush to your cheeks. You gently took a hold of his free hand, feeling stubbornness wash over you.

“Yes, but I want your help. I want you to come out with me today.” You pouted at him. The both of you stared at each other. “And I’m not going to take no for an answer.” You poked his shoulder as you stated that.

“…”

You smiled widely when he sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes slightly before setting his coffee down. You both knew his answer. HR couldn’t deny the amount of light that he saw twinkle in your eyes at how he gave in. He liked to think it was because he agreed to accompany you today, but… He pushed his thoughts aside as you giddily pulled him along as you grabbed one of his dark jackets that he had left on one of the couches. He hastily snatched up his drumsticks as well.

“Where are we going, little birdy?”

“We, my dear bookworm, are going to visit an old friend in Star City.”

***

After finishing up with Felicity in the Arrow Cave, you and HR bid her goodbye with the materials that Cisco had noted down for you, but not before she pulled you close and whispered “Go get’em tiger” in your ear, pushing you in HR’s general direction which caused you to stumble forward with pink cheeks. Said man looked confused at the exchange, you stuttered out that it was nothing. Felicity and HR had gotten along well enough, causing something to stir slightly inside you. But you shook those feelings away. Felicity sent Cisco a quick text message once the two of you left, feeling happy for her close friend, who sadly remains oblivious to the signs of love. HR seems like a nice enough guy, not as shady as Eobard Thawne. I just hope he doesn’t break her like all the other guys she’s been with before. Even Felicity had noticed the way HR had looked at you. The genius hacker pursed her lips and went back to monitoring the city.

He does have to admit that leaving the labs today was a good change in scenery. HR didn’t feel as cooped up as he initially did. Leaving Star City, a thought came to you as you and HR entered downtown Central City. Cisco had also given you a grocery list to complete since him and a certain speedster were always running out of things to eat in the breakroom. I swear they have bottomless pits in their stomachs. A literal void of absolute emptiness that’ll never be satisfied. And how many freaking things do we need to buy??? HR and you had both agreed to drop off the tech pieces at the Labs for Cisco before completing the errand run.

“HR?”

“Yes, little birdy?”

“Why do you always call me ‘little birdy’?”

“Is that the first question you wish to use?” He perked an eyebrow up at you. I feel like a Djinn about to grant three wishes to the one who released me from my lamp prison.

“… No.”

“Then I guess, my secrets shall remain in the depths of my being.” HR watched a pout form on your face, and he had to force himself to look away. Clearing his throat, HR asked, “Where to next?” HR made sure the leather backpack of tech Cisco needed was securely on his back.

“Apparently, we have to do the Team’s grocery shopping today,” you sighed in annoyance, running a hand through your locks. Checking the time on your phone, you chewed on the inside of your cheek. “I was hoping to at least have some time today to drop by CSMC.”

The CSMC? HR furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you do exactly?”

“Me? Well I’m a Computer Scientist, guess you figured out that part from my expertise with computers.” You laughed a little at yourself, not noticing the graying of the clouds. “Felicity’s two years my senior back in grad school, she taught me all the ropes in coding and hacking. When I finally graduated, we both had big dreams for the future, one of mine was to fund an establishing tutoring program to encourage more girls into careers involving computer science, robotics, and mathematics.” HR grinned at the notion, readjusting the strap of the backpack. “Felicity soon joined me in my endeavors with advocating for younger girls while pursuing her own and ever since then we’ve been visiting CSMC when we can. Society is changing and people are beginning to understand that these fields aren’t just for men, but for all people of various backgrounds. Central City and Star City work in collaboration to keep the centers running.”

HR was a bit speechless, the capability of your thoughtfulness seemed to know no bounds. “I shouldn’t have expected any less from someone as intellectually gifted as you.”

You glanced up at the taller man, a slightly humorous look on your face, “HR, I’m not smart. I just try to work really hard. I finished school at the bottom of my class actually. Hell, Cisco catches my mistakes still. It’s a miracle that I even got hired at STAR Labs. I’m not perfect really.”

“But you’re good enough that you’re able to work wonders with Team Flash. Saving lives, disabling villainous security systems. You really are an incredible soul.” I can’t do any of that…

I bet you’re incredible too, you just don’t know it yet. You pursed your lips smiling up at him, one that he returned before nudging you with his elbow. You giggled and nudged him back before walking in silence once more. “I think I know what I want to ask for my first question.” HR quirked a pesky eyebrow at you, his smile turning into a wry smirk. He pocketed his hands as you both seemed to lose track of time.

“What was your life like back on Earth-19?”

HR felt his blood freeze in his veins at your question. HR had stopped, causing you to stop as you found yourselves a few blocks away from STAR Labs. *The truth would come out sooner or later. A haunting voice echoed at the back of his mind, mentally presenting his nighttime demons that revealed themselves in his dreams. All of it.

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fvaleraye · 3 years

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Echoes

Well well well, would you look at that, we got another chapter :> This one is the long awaited return to the gals- Leona, Velda, and Artemis This one is definitely longer than my other chapters, coming to around five pages worth of words. But I’m very happy with how it turned out... and I hope y’all like reading it ;w;

The hour was early, the sun was peeking shyly over the horizon. Pale orange and yellow hues bathed the earth, the colors highlighting the light brown paths among greenery of the wide open plains. It was all very vibrant, like something out of a painting. Beautiful. Not very many people were up early enough to see it, of course, but travelers got to see it all quite often. Though, the sight usually lost its luster after the first few dozen times. Especially when many of said travelers would prefer to not be awake- let alone travelling- at such an early hour. But such were the sacrifices of those who wanted to explore the expansive lands of Magna Terra.

The trip to Crystalbarrow was much the same as the one to Springford. Leona riding on the back of Artemis- not just because there were very few carriage drivers willing to transport a greatwolf from Springford- but because they were all taken. The carriages were all so busy, as they usually are during spring, and they were just too anxious to get going to wait any longer. So, the old fashioned way it was. Just a roadtrip with a girl and her giant wolf. The one difference from the last trip was the extra passenger. While Leona was- quite begrudgingly- awake, Velda was sound asleep behind her, resting her head on her back, arms around her waist. Her presence definitely made the long trip much more bearable than the last. Artemis was beginning to get a bit tired- a rare sight- but she pressed on, because she knew as well as her charges that Crystalbarrow was not far. Not too close, but certainly not far. She had been trotting along for ages… she could manage a bit further. It was just on the edge of the Outlands, bordering the sea.

Just a bit further.

After about an hour or so more of walking, the sleepy archer managed to rouse herself from her slumber, making her consciousness known with a big yawn, startling the tired warrior. She glanced at her from over her shoulder, and the two quietly exchanged a look. A moment later, she was back to resting her head, arms around her a little more tightly now.

“I’m shocked you’re so comfortable resting your head on my metal armor.” Leona mumbled tiredly, idly glancing at the road ahead.

“I’m never not comfortable around you…” Velda replied, her voice just dripping with lovey-dovey tones.

If it was a mystery whether or not a wolf could roll their eyes, Artemis would have solved it just then.

Eventually, as swaying grass and fertile land turned to grey, still earth, the sounds of waves started to echo out from the horizon. The coast was nearing. Their destination was nearing. Finally. The two had started to sit a bit straighter, look a bit more presentable. They weren’t trying to impress anyone, but Leona was going to visit a family friend. She needed to wake up a bit. Hopefully he still lives here...

The town climbed into view soon after, a fair portion the old wooden buildings nestled snugly in a sizable crater in the ground, the rest extending into the horizon. The ocean was in full view, a small dock off in the distance, sails being raised and lowered as sailors were either bringing in hauls or setting out for more. The town was a rather simple one, but not a small one. Still, its humble appearances hid its less humble origins.

After all, the town got its name from producing loads and loads of gems and crystals, whether found in the bountiful sea or mined from its expansive crystalline cave networks. It was the single largest producer of gemstones across the entire continent. But you wouldn’t tell just by looking at it. Well, unless you caught a glimpse of people pushing around wheelbarrows full of the stuff, of which there were a few right now. Just loading them onto carriages or into buildings. For now, though, the only thing on the girls minds was getting to the local inn- The Diamond in the Rough. A rather… on the nose name, but it fit, what with the town itself being in the middle of one of the more hostile environments on Magna Terra.

Not the most hostile, but still.

As usual, Artemis sat down outside while Leona went in to talk with the innkeeper for a room. Though this time she had the company of her lovely girlfriend Velda, who, unlike her, had actually got a decent amount of sleep the prior night. The two stepped up to the counter, and the kindly old lady there gave them a warm smile.

“Hello there.” She said, sounding a bit tired, but still welcoming. “Welcome to the Diamond in the Rough. Would you like a room?” The practiced ease in her voice was pretty comforting, especially compared to the last inn.

Leona just nodded, pulling up a barstool for a second. “Yeah, we’d like a room…” She replied, rooting around in her pockets for her money. “Us two, and a greatwolf, Artemis, if that’s okay.”

The woman leaned to her side to peek past her guest and out the window. Sure enough, there was a greatwolf out there. Big. But not the biggest she had ever seen. She let out a tired sigh. “Can you wait another half hour or so before letting your pooch in?” She asked, fidgeting a bit. “We’re sort of at capacity for the big fellas at the moment, but a few are about to leave…”

“Oh-! Of course!” After a moment, she produced a small pouch of silver and gold coins from her pocket. “How much? For the room, I mean.”

“Thirty-five silver a night.”

She breathed a sigh of relief at the quite frankly reasonable price. She was expecting to have to pick up odd jobs to make ends meet at this point. But no… her current savings should be just fine for now, thank the gods. She set a handful of silver coins onto the counter, and very quickly stepped back outside.

“Hey Arte…” She mumbled, giving the wolf a few pats on the head. “You’re gonna have to chill out here for an hour or so, but you can come right in afterwards, okay?” The wolf gave a tired little nod, clearly just thankful she’s getting any rest at all. “Okay, good… love ya, big gal. I’ll tell Velda to grab you when you can come in, I just… need a bed…”

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It wasn’t long before Artemis could come into the building, and it wasn’t much longer after that before the duo fell soundly asleep, leaving Velda to her own devices. As much as she wanted to stay in the room and go to bed with her lovely girlfriend, she just… wasn’t tired. Not that that usually stopped her, but… she had a few things she wanted to do. Look around, mostly. This wasn’t a small town. While it wasn’t near the size of the cities, it was still one of the biggest towns she’d ever been in. There was a fair amount of ground to cover. And a lot of people to talk to. She had to start sometime, and there was no time like the present. Carefully tip-toeing out of the room, she stepped into the inn’s lobby. It was a bit empty, which was fair. It was still early. Most sane people were asleep. She gave the little old lady at the counter a wave as she wandered out into the streets of the Crystalbarrow.

It was a nice enough town, it generally had that rough, stocky look that most coastal towns had. All the buildings were of wooden make, with stone foundations lifting them a good seven or so feet off the ground for when the tides came in. A few of the older buildings here and there had barnacles growing from the sides, while others had plenty of scrape marks on the wood from barnacle removal. Everything had a vibe to it that could only be described as vaguely damp, salted, and well-worn, but still lovingly upkept; like a ship that had seen its fair share of the tides- and had its fair share of repairs as a result. It was surprisingly homey, even among the dreary and slightly depressing gray earth of the Outlands. Velda took a breath, the salty sea air making her pull a face, and started to wander the streets.

Most of the people out at this hour were workers. The workers in question were miners about to go to the mines, though there were a few idle early birds on the streets as well. Everyone was dressed in what you would expect, cotton shirts, pants, knee-high mud-covered boots… nothing really out of the ordinary.

At least, until a… figure, approached her.

They stepped up to her from the side, just barely catching a glimpse of them from her peripheral vision before turning to face them. They were tall, just under seven feet. An old, slightly rusted iron breastplate covered their chest, brown robes flowing from underneath it. It parted in the middle, showing the leather armor that covered their lower half. Their face was concealed beneath a hood, the top of which held a strange crown, and an ornate, but featureless, gold encrusted mask. Gaunt hands, covered in bronze gauntlets ending in sharpened claws, emerged from long brown sleeves, and in them a simple plate, which they held out to the woman.

After the shock of their appearance abated, she let out a sigh. They were a church missionary, and they were asking for a tithe. Of course. She shoved a hand into a pocket, and dropped a few pieces of silver into the plate. The missionary gave a slight bow, and left wordlessly. Her gaze followed them for a time, and she shivered. Gods damned were some of the people the church employed unnerving sometimes. There were always at least a few of the silent missionaries in towns this far out, to help keep the townspeople on the “right path” and away from religions that the church would consider unsavory. Which was most any religion that wasn’t theirs.

Kind of dick-ish, when you thought about it, but considering that most other religions nowadays were apocalypse cults, it was hard to blame them. Hard. Not impossible. They do overstep their bounds occasionally.

She continued to wander for a bit, looking for someone who wasn’t busy or currently under an oath of silence. Her search eventually led her to the docks. Of course the docks were busy, but there were a few workers who were just resting, evidently not having much to do. She nervously stepped up to the least intimidating one, a tired looking young man, probably barely over eighteen. His face seemed to lighten up at her approach, and he started standing a bit straighter. He gave a grin, showing off a few missing teeth.

“H-hello there.” She greeted, fidgeting with her stowed bow.

“Hey there, ma’am!” He greeted right back, running a calloused hand through his messy, damp hair. “What can ah do for ya?”

She was a bit caught off guard by the youth’s enthusiasm, but it wasn’t unwelcome. “Uh… d-do you know anything about the- uh- caves. A-around here?”

His smile dropped for a second, his expression shifting to a more confused one. “Uh… well, ah mean, ah got an idea…” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Unc’s a miner, so’re my cousins. Ah know the names at least, if tha’s helpful.”

She gave a small sigh. Okay, that’s better than nothing. “Do you know where a cave called… uh, called Echo Cavern is?”

He flinched a bit at the name. “E-Echo Cavern, ma’am?” He parroted, tilting his head. “Y-yer probably not from around here, otherwise ya’d know that nobody- ain’t nobody- allowed in there.”

“Please. I really need to find it. It’s the whole reason I c-came out here.”

The boy cringed, and took a sharp inhale, glancing around at the other workers. He grimaced as he turned back to her, eyes still darting around. “Ya sure ‘bout this…?” He asked, his tone making it empathetically clear that he was already sure he was going to regret this.

“... y-yes.”

“Ya don’t sound very sure, ma’am.”

“Th-that’s just how I sound.”

“... I’ll take yer word for it.” He leaned a bit closer. “It’s on the north-east side, further inland. You’ll know it when ya see it, ‘s got lotsa crystals around it. And bugs.”

She blinked at the last bit. “B-bugs?”

“Ye, bugs. Bigguns, too.”

“Well… th-thanks.”

She stepped away from the dock, not wanting to sour the poor lads mood any more than she already had. Hopefully he wouldn’t get in any trouble. He seemed like a nice kid. From there, she just idly paced through the town for a bit. She should probably wait for Leona and Artemis to wake up, so they can all go together.

… but also, she really wanted to get to the cave. She really, really wanted to get to the cave. It was the only lead she had right now. And she really wanted to follow it. But it was probably dangerous- what wasn’t nowadays- and a bow wasn’t exactly the go-to weapon for spelunking in… bug-caves. Eugh. The thought of it made her skin crawl. She really didn’t like bugs. Bugs just made her… viscerally uncomfortable. Especially big ones. But she’s faced scarier… probably…

… I’ll just take a peek, and then go back and wait for Leona and Arte.

The Outlands were dreadfully oppressing, especially when walking on foot. She didn’t quite imagine the cave being this far out from the kid’s description. But who knows, maybe she had already passed it. The town was already getting kind of far away… and she really didn’t want to lose where it was. The Outlands were very same-y- gray rock and dirt as far as the eye can see. At least Crystalbarrow was a coast town, so she can just follow the coast and get there eventually. That is, if she hadn’t lost where the coast was already. Her sense of direction definitely could have been better... but it also could have been worse. She could figure out a way back, she could… she just had to push the anxiety down for the time being. If she didn’t find the cave within the next ten or so minutes, she was heading back.

Of course, it only took about two more minutes of looking to find it.

When the lad said that she would know it when she saw it, he wasn’t joking. It was… a big cave. Even from a distance, it was intimidating. An enormous, yawning maw of an opening, lined with crystals, giving the impression of the giant, toothy mouth of a hungry monster. It wasn’t exactly welcoming. But there were no bugs… at least, not visible ones. Not yet. Slowly, carefully, she stepped closer. The closer she stepped… the louder… something became. It wasn’t clear what it was. It was… deep. Bassy. Cacophonous. Like a choir of some sort. But it definitely wasn’t a choir. Not out here. That became more obvious the closer she came.

She peeked into the vast opening, the glittering crystals providing light a far distance down… but that just made it even more obvious how it just kept going. There was no end in sight to the tunnel, and she could swear it branched off at several points. The sight made her stomach drop. No. No way, no way was she going in there without Leona and Artemis. The noise was near unbearable this close… and it still wasn’t any more distinct. Just. Gibbering and jabbering, echoing out of the cave. She decided now was probably a good time to just turn around and head back. No way. Nuh-uh. She could not get back to town fast enough.

In fact, Velda was in such a hurry, she tripped right over something and fell flat on her face, a cry and ‘oof’ pushed from her.

She picked herself up off the ground, a hand reaching up to her eye. Yeah, that was definitely going to be a black eye for her troubles. And her arrows spilled all over the ground. Fuck off. She brushed the dirt and dust off her clothes, and started to pick up the arrows. At least she didn’t accidentally stab herself on any of them. That was nice.

The only thing that broke her bit of misery was the little chirping noise she heard behind her.

It was a little hard to hear over the cave, but it was… different. Enough to notice. She turned around, arrows clutched in shaky hands, and didn’t see anything at first… left, right… nothing. Then she turned down, and she saw it.

It was a bug. A big one, about the size of a small dog. But it was… different. She jumped back at first glance, but as she looked closer, she was almost immediately disarmed. It was… very round. Almost spherical. Its back was covered in a shining, sparkling, deep purple carapace. A small horn protruded from its forehead, sharp, but short. It had rounded legs, and what seemed to be a pair of small arms, ending in three little fingers. Its stomach, strangely, was not covered in a similar carapace, rather it was a bright, near-pristine white coat of fur, coating its belly, neck, and the lower half of its face. It was knocked on its back, chirping and squealing, struggling to right itself. The sight was a little sad. Her heart getting the better of her, she inched closer to the little creature, and gingerly picked it up. It seemed to panic very briefly, but seemed to take to it after a moment. She set it back down on its legs, and it looked up to her, making a little chirping sound.

“Uh… y-you’re welcome…?” She said, hesitantly giving it a little pat on the head. It trilled in response. “... you uh. Y-you have a good day, I guess.” She added, before turning on her heels and hoofing it back to town.

While she didn’t notice it immediately, the little creature started to follow her after a moment. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was attachment. Gratefulness. Who knew. But she had a little tagalong, whether she knew it or not.

#Valerie Writes #Scintillam #Leona #Velda #Artemis #Queue #i had a fun time writing this ;w;#i think this is the longest thing i've written?#maybe???#am unsure #it's definitely up there tho #i think that all the chapters from here will probably be longer #but!#i hope y'all enjoy reading...#and reblogs are appreciated if u did :>#also ty again to my lovely friend and proofreader belle; they do such a good job every time asdflkjn ;w;

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mycupoffanfiction · 4 years

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Pietro x Reader Soulmate & Bookshop AU

Title translates to Love in Books.

Summary: The Reader has a notebook that allows her to communicate with her soulmate. Little does she know he’s a lot closer than she thinks and there’s a reason why her heart skips a beat every time she enters her favourite bookshop.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word count: Approx 2000

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Pietro Week Masterlist

A/N: Hi loves, this one is one of my favourites, I hope you enjoy this little soulmate AU fic. I’d been looking for a Pietro soulmate fic for a while and I can’t seem to find one, so I decided to write one instead 💖

The subtle creak of the wooden door instantly made you feel better and even more so when you were graced with the soft ring of the old brass bell above the door. Closing the door behind you, enjoying the feel of the old mechanism of the handle, you stood on the door mat for a second, letting the rain water drip off you as you rubbed off your boots. It was stormy out, but you hadn’t let that deter you from coming out to your favourite bookshop.

A shiver rushed through you as the soothing warmth of the store greeted you. Taking in a deep breath, the wonderful smell of old pages, leather bindings and antique cloth filled your senses with a hint of a warm, spiced yet sweet smell of tea.

Taking a step into the shop, you heard a familiar mumble and the shuffle of books, a sound you enjoyed more than you liked to admit and you could already feel yourself starting to smile. Your footsteps were perhaps more of a telling sign of who the customer was than the sound of the door opening and closing and Pietro, the owner’s honorary nephew and trusted employee leaned out from the side of the bookshelf he was organising.

Flashing you a lopsided smile, his frown of concentration melting into a soft and dreamy look as he took you in, though you were not much of a sight on a rainy Thursday, dressed in a slightly oversized raincoat, you looked a little flustered from taking a quick jog towards the shop and you visibly shivered from the temperature difference.

“Good afternoon.” He greeted simply, eyes not leaving yours as you stepped further into the store and you returned his smile, probably somewhat goofily. You knew Pietro by name from hearing his uncle talk to him when he was around, though you weren’t sure that he knew yours. You did know however, that he recognised you since you were a regular and you were sure he reserved that dreamy smile just for you, at least you liked to think he did because you never saw him give it to anyone else when they walked into the store.

“Afternoon.” You responded shyly, feeling yourself getting a little nervous under his soft gaze, though it was the good kind of nervousness that sent butterflies through your stomach and a light airy feeling in your chest. When you realised you had held his gaze for a few moments too long, you awkwardly looked away and quickly dove between some bookshelves to begin browsing rather than making a fool of yourself in front of the handsome guy with an accent.

As you lost yourself in the shelves, you remembered someone had given you a list of books to read and you had intended to buy all of them that day if you could find them at your local store. Pulling out the little, well loved pocket notebook that was bound in leather with delicate blue and gold embossing on the corners, you opened it to find the right page.

Inside as you flicked through the pages, it was clear you were not the only author of the notes and inner thoughts. Another handwriting joined yours amongst the pages. It had been years ago that you had discovered the notebook was a shared possession between you and another, a soulmate so to speak. You didn’t know a lot about him, but you knew he was passionate about books and on the last page you’d communicated to each other on was a list of three books he’d told you that you must read at least once in your life.

You scanned the shelves for the books he’d written out so neatly for you. Just to save space in the book, you’d both messily crammed as much writing into each page as physically possible, though you were coming to the end of the book and you were terrified of what would happen if you didn’t at least know who and where he was and another way to contact him, but you were so afraid to ask.

Gripping The Tale of Two Cities in your hands, mentally crossing one book off the list, you ran your fingers over the backs of the books on the shelf, stopping when you touched The Scarlet Letter and added it to the other book, holding them protectively against your chest as you searched for the last one.

As you held your notebook, you felt a gentle pressure beneath your hands and you flicked it open, your soulmate’s writing spilling over onto the last page of the book. It was a quote, though you weren’t sure what from.

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein. –Song sung by Mr. Rochester

I thought you might like that, Prinţesă. He wrote and you smiled at the name he gave you.

You read it over a couple of times, the cryptic nature of it making you think about a deeper meaning to the quote he’d written and your mind could only flick to and from the idea of not knowing one another outside of your notebook.

Fully engrossed in your notebook, rather than paying attention to where you were walking, trying hard to figure out if you had in fact read it somewhere before, you walked straight into the very person you had been trying so hard not to accidentally bump into. You bounced off his soft, woollen sweater clad chest and stumbled back a couple of steps to look up at Pietro, who gave you a concerned look before reaching out to steady you, though hesitant to touch.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern melting into a sweet smile and you suddenly felt yourself getting warm and rather embarrassed from bumping into him. “Oh god- I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I-.” You explained haphazardly, but Pietro just smirked and shook his head, raising a hand to stop you. “It’s alright, were you looking for something? Perhaps I can help, yes?” He asked, accent thick and undeniably sexy.

“Yes, yeah I was looking for uh- for Jane Eyre.” You stuttered out a little, hoping you didn’t appear too flustered, but you knew it was rather hopeful to assume he hadn’t noticed quite how shy and bashful you were around him.

Pietro caught a glimpse of the other books you were carrying and quirked a brow, giving you a questioning look. “Jane Eyre.” He repeated, taking another look at the other titles in your hands and then noticing that you held a little notebook in your other hand. “Follow me, I’ll help you find it.” He smiled, gesturing for you to walk alongside him. “It is easy for books to get a little misplaced in here, I always order things but somehow they always end up in strange places.” He huffed. “I have a feeling it is my sister’s doing.” Pietro chuckled, shaking his head.

“I see you here often, you are my regular.” He tossed a glance and a heart stopping grin at you before turning to scour over a shelf to help you find the book you were looking for and you felt yourself melt from his ways of speaking, the accent and the way he looked at you. The fact he called you his regular – you were definitely over thinking this, you had a soulmate and this was just some random guy in a bookshop you frequented.

“Ah, here is Miss Brontë.” He found a few copies of Jane Eyre and picked out the prettiest one with a hard cover, cloth bound and it looked a bit older than the others. “You will enjoy this one, it is a classic romance.” Pietro explained as he handed the book to you. “Thank you for you help, I look forward to reading this one.” You smiled up at him, shyly meeting his eyes.

“Is that all? Come, I can ring up your items.” Pietro held out an arm to guide you across to the counter and you met him at the large, deeply coloured wooden desk where you gently placed down your books, loosing your grip on the notebook and dropping it onto the counter. It landed open on one of the pages you frequented the most and the spine of the book was used to opening on that specific page.

The first words on the page was a sentence you always went back to. It cheered you up on a miserable day and kept you going on days that were tough and gave you an extra boost on those days when you just wanted a little extra sunshine in your day.

I’ll always be here, Prinţesă.

The words were comforting, not to mention it was the first time you’d been called that.

Prinţesă? What does that mean? You had asked.

It is princess in Sokovian, Prinţesă. He replied.

You hoped Pietro had not gained a glimpse at those pages, it made you feel vulnerable that someone else might see them and you hastily scrambled to take your book back. As you rushed, a feather light touch landed on your wrist and you saw the carefully placed hand of the store clerk. Looking up to meet his eyes, you stilled your movements and he smiled sweetly at you. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your soulmate book, Prinţesă mea.” He winked and your eyes went wide in realisation.

“Oh my- you’re-.” You cut yourself off, pointing at the notebook as he picked his out of the back pocket of his jeans and slid it across the counter to you as proof. “I am, it’s me prinţesă.” His eyes softened and you relaxed under his touch, sliding your hand back and turning it so you could hold his hand in yours. “The books you picked out were my first clue, as well as the frequency of your visits here, you know soulmates are tightly bound and it would make sense that you are drawn here.” Pietro explained as he let you hold his hand, carefully gripping yours too. “But the killer was you dropping your notebook open.” He chuckled, smirking at you and you felt a swirl of embarrassment, bashfulness and an overwhelming feeling of happiness.

“I was worried I’d never get to know who you were.” You sighed, thinking back to how anxious you had been about it earlier that day. Pietro hummed and nodded. “Perhaps it was meant to happen like this?” He asked a rhetorical question, shrugging.

“Keep me company for ten more minutes and I would love to take you out for a coffee, if you’ll let me? I’d like to get to know you outside of those pages.” Pietro fixed you with a dreamy smile as he leaned forwards on his elbows onto the counter and you stuttered a little before nodding a response. “I’d like that a lot.” You managed to get out, hoping not to sound too flustered. You received an approving grin from Pietro as he reached up to fiddle with his silver hair for a second.

“Are you going to finally tell me your name after all this time?” Pietro asked with a teasing edge to his tone. “I don’t know, maybe I’d like that coffee first.” You teased, making Pietro chuckle in response and he gently lifted your hand in his. “Well, I would like to formally introduce myself, Prinţesă. I am Pietro Maximoff, Sokovian bookshop clerk and soulmate to-.” He prompted, waiting for you to finish and you bit your lip, loving how flirtatious, yet sweet with you he was.

You told him your name over the counter and he kissed your hand so sweetly. He took you out for coffee and told you many things about his life and you about yours. He shared Sokovian with you and before you parted ways, you exchanged ways of contacting one another.

That was the day that Pietro told you that there was love in books in more ways than one and from that day onwards, you looked at romance novels a little differently.

You were glad you had been drawn to that bookshop and you had finally discovered your soulmate all because of the very last page of your notebook.

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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Liar Liar

how dare you make me chose between to cinnamon rolls!!

Kirishima x Villain!reader

word count: 1,700 (about)

warnings: swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, fighting, angst, established relationship.

summary: you are a villain trying your best to live a double life, but one fateful encounter with Red Riot might just change your whole life.

You stared at your husband’s sleeping form. his red hair soft and ungelled. you ran a finger over the curve of his jawline feeling the uneven skin of a new scar he had acquired. he let out a small noise and shifted slightly, his hand coming up from the covers to cup your own.

“Did you have the nightmare again?” he grumbled, his eyes still closed.

“Yes,” the lie sprung to your lips almost instantly, it was easy to lie to Erijou, no matter what you said he never doubted you for a moment. he gripped your hand and pulled you closer, wrapping his big strong arms around you, making you feel safer than you ever had before.

“Go back to sleep Baby, and remember no one is going to hurt me, I’m unbreakable,” he mumbled tucking your head under his chin. often times you staid up watching Erijou sleep, when he caught you, you lied and told him about a reoccurring nightmare where he died. you laughed a little at his stupid pun and wished you could believe it. That he was too strong to get hurt, but the scar the now resed on top of your head was proof otherwise.

It was a bad habit you had picked up, but the minute you had met him you had made a mental list of every weakness he had that you could exploit. Like now for instance, if you wanted you could have slipped a knife into bed before he crawled into bed and cut his heart out while he slept, or slipped poison in the food he wolfed down without a thought.

it would be so easy to kill him or hurt him. or it would be if you weren’t so weak. what had happened to you? you used to be ruthless, strong and feared now you were quite literally in bed with the enemy.

Kirishima had been a useful little pawn, in the beginning, Detectives and heroes had been closing in on you for weeks but one chance in counter with him, and he was ready to defend you to the death. and why wouldn’t he trust you? as far as he knew you were just a clumsy quickness girl in need of saving.

“I can hear you thinking,” Kirishima muttered

“no, you can’t” you responded childishly. he ran his fingers threw your hair relaxing you instantly. you hated that he knew your weak spot, but you couldn’t push him away. “that’s a dirty move Red,” you yawned already falling back asleep

“yeah I love you too baby,” those were the last words you processed giving in to the ink dreamless sleep that saught to capture you.

When you woke up, the sun was streaming in through the curtain and Erijou’s side of the bed was cold. You sleepily pulled his pillow to your chest and clung to it, breathing in his lingering scent. if you used your imagination you could almost pretend that Erijou was still with you and you got to keep him for once.

your eyes flew open and you chucked the pillow across the room. thoughts like that were for the weak. “I need to brake something,” you decided, launching yourself out of bed. you opened your closet and popped open to the false bottom before dawning the black leather catsuit inside.

then you set about the morning chores, making the bed, doing the dishes, and staring on the pot roast that would serve as tonight’s dinner. the simple monotony of the tasks helped you relax, at least a little bit. maybe you would hit up that new uptown boutique there were some gorgeous diamonds there. Again you thought about Kirishima. if it was really the diamonds you wanted, you didn’t even have to ask you knew he would be fine if when he came home you showed off all the clothes and jewelry you had gotten with his money.

you wanted the rush, the attention, the fight. you scowled to yourself and dawned the black helmet that came with your outfit that had the dual purpose of hiding your face and altering your voice. you clipped a beautiful purple whip your belt and that was that you were ready for the day. you leaned out of your bedroom window and let yourself free fall. before you could hit the ground a purple disk materialized beneath your feet, braking your fall. and caring you swiftly to wherever you wanted.

Despite what Kirishima thought, you did have a quirk. Hover, a small disk levitated you off he groud and raced you through the air. you moved slow enough so that passers-by could catch a glimpse of you, the gasps of fear as you soared past them made you grin.

you had been doing shit like this since you could remember, villainy was in your blood. you crashed through the window and unfurled your whip o it’s full length.

“Everyone stays calm, I’m not going to hurt you. Unless you make me,” you laughed, your voice sounding robotic and unnatural even to your own ears. you shattered the jeweler's case with a single crack of your whip and swooped down to grab the jewelry indiscriminately. the gold and gemstones glittered beautifully. it was enough but, you were greedy you moved to the dress section. and lazily picked out a red one.

“oh, I know someone who will love this,” you laughed, then you were body-slammed off your platform. you whipped out at the do-gooder and watched in horror as the whipped struck Red Riots hardened skin. you’re stomach dropped, you had always known this was a possibility, or an inevitability really. fuck fuck fuck. he pounced on you and on reflex you kicked him in the neck, a spot he rarely thought to harden. you bit back a scream, you had to get out of here and fast. you summoned a new floating disk and hopped on. why did it have to be him? why wasn’t he off fighting some bigger villain? but Kirishima grabbed on and dug his heels into the ground effectively slowing you down.

“can you fuck off?” you growled and stopped on his fingers, but all that accomplished was busting the heel of your boot. if you didn’t do something quick you would be caught, and your secret would be revealed. Kirishima has fought much more imposing bastards than you. you halted your movements making him grin.

“Finally going to stand and fight?” he asked.

“I don’t know why you were so concerned with me when your little wife is in danger,” you said cooly, it was a low blow, and it would be hard to cover for but you were desperate. for a second, his quirk faltered and his face fell. you sucker-punched him right in the nose probably breaking it before properly making an escape.

you were happy to get home and peel the suit off as soon as you got home. you were shaking. you quickly hid the outfit and took a few deep breaths, you should shower see if you could wash off the guilt. or vacuum to take your mind off of everything. or stress eat, something. your phone buzzed and you decided checking that was as good as anything else.

11 missed calls from your husband and twice as many texts. all some variation of “where are you?” “are you okay?” “please answer me” you wanted to run, but you couldn’t it would only get worse if you waited. you called him, and he picked up on the first ring.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” he asked sounding desperate.

“Erijou,” you croaked out before bursting into tears, wracked with pain and guilt. you have been getting soft for a while now, you were nowhere near the cold hard bitch you were years ago, but this was the straw that broke the camels back, you couldn’t keep lying and hurting people. and hurting Kirishima.

“(y/n) where are you, I’m on my way please just tell me where you are,” Kirishima begged softly once you had paused to catch your breath.

“I’m h-home,” you stuttered out.

“Okay I’m almost there just stay with me,” he said, the way his voice was tremoring it sounded like he had been crying too. you felt so weak, too weak and pathetic to do the right thing or tell the truth or stop fucking crying, you were still shaking on the floor like a frightened child when Erijou came home and held you. at least in his arms, it didn’t matter how terrible you were, because he loved you anyway.

“you want to tell me what happened honey?” he whispered once you had cried yourself out. you didn’t want to lie, but it was like breathing

“I was just shopping, She came in and attacked me, “ you muttered into his chest, he huffed annoyed

“Did she hurt you?” you showed him the bruises that he had left on you

“I’ll find her and make her pay okay?” Kirishima promised. wich only sent you into another wave of tears. Kirishima kissed your cheeks and soothed you until you stopped crying then he dressed your wounds. you couldn’t help but fixate on the bandage that covered his nose. it was your fault. Kirishima tenderly pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead.

“what are you thinking about baby?” he asked.

“you,” you admitted, then for the first time, in a long time, you told him the truth.

“you’re so amazing Erijou, I want to be like you, stronger and braver, I want to do the right thing,” you said.

“come on (y/n), you are the kindest person I know if anything I want to be more like you,” he laughed kissing your lips, you knew this would be a turning point, you swore it and you would live up to his idea of you.

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hypnomencien · 4 years

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I am doing this kind of Dnd/Warhammer game while my players are in a state of hypnosis. I decided to right about the adventure in the game. There will be kinky and sexual content in the next chapter. A big thanks to Kim helping me since English is not my first language. Elia was woken up by the sounds of the patrons on the next floor down. Her mind was clouded by sleep and she was nursing a hangover. Elia did not yet realize where she was. She grabbed what she did recognize as an almost empty bottle of wine and promptly polished it off. She spotted the mirror and the antique dressers from the night before. Elia began to remember having rented a room at the Bronze Buck Inn. She slipped out of bed in the clothes she wore the night before. She took a quick sniff at herself to determine her level of hygiene and gagged. She was more than overdue for a bath. Items from the guests last night lay strewn on the ground, masterless. A lonely boot and glove did look familiar. Could it belong to the bard she met yesterday? Elia's head began to spin. It didn't really matter.

Elia stumbled over to the wash bin. To her delight, the water was still warm. She was not able to relax much, the water cooled down too quickly. Despite her time in the bath being cut short, she felt clean. She dressed herself and equipped her two daggers, her stomach growling. The prospect of food made her salivate and the smell of it pushed her down the stairs. The owner of the establishment, a squat dwarf by the name of Ergald Bluntguard sat at the bar.

He grined slyly, "Rough night?" he asked teasingly.

Elia took a seat, determined to get some food in her stomach before she set off promptly. She glared, wondering who talked to others this early. Breakfast was served without her even needing to ask. Eggs and salted pork, served with a creamy ale. "The good stuff," she thought as she took a gulp. Ignoring her presence, Ergald went back to rambling about the excellence of his dwarven beer. When offered a tester cup, Elia politely declined the sample very well knowing she could not handle that particular strength of brew this morning. Her stomach churned at the thought.

His boasting became like white noise as she finished up her breakfast

"Oh Elia! Almost forgot! Three nasty type folks came lookin' fer yeh this morn. I reckon they were not lookin' to give yeh flowers." Ergald had taken her out of her thoughts. She shrugged, keeping her composure. Her mind on the other hand, was racing. What kind of trouble had she gotten into now. These long nights sometimes ended with a couple of people wanting to settle a debt with her, but what had happened this time? She did not know. After poking and prodding Ergald's brain for more information, she decided to hit the town, conveniently going in the opposite direction that the men had went.

The downtown market was hustling and bustling. With so many people to eavesdrop on, finding out more information should be a breeze.

A wife and her husband shopped, "There was an attack outside of Nightguard. No one knows what happened..." the man shook his head, cursing the town guards for being so ineffective.

Elia slipped past the couple, missing the end of their conversation on the matter. She settled down near two street entertainers. After collecting some coins from passers by, they discussed the latest on-goings around town.

"I heard there's a cult"

"Yeah we know. There's more than one friend."

"No you goof, a new cult. Exclusive it is. Only nobles and merchants can join."

"The rich! Pah! Always be having fun leaving us to fend for ourselves."

"Bastards are called The Prince of Purple light. Self discovery and happiness is their goal."

"Bunch of fancy pants I bet you."

Elia snuck away, having received the information she was looking for. Sounded like an interesting place to cause a ruckus... From the corner of her eye, Elia spotted a man that appeared to be following her. She knew better than to go back to the tavern now. Elia discreetly drew one of her daggers and hid it up her sleeve. The goon was closing in on her. Would she turn back and run past him? Or go down the eerie alley? Her options were few. She chose to rush towards the thug, attempting to slip by between his legs. In simultaneous surprise, the duo tripped each other and Elia's face stamped itself onto the thug's crotch. She looked up tentatively with an awkward smile. He met her gaze with fierce eyes. Fierce, but not hostile. The ground disappeared under her momentarily as he picked her up by the shoulder.

"Rob is looking for you Elia."

Trying to look calm and unimpressed, she rolled her eyes. But she knew exactly who he was talking about. Rob. Rob The Weasel. Rob the dirty, sneaky and deadly weasel. Leader of the local thieves guild. Elia had completed a few contracts for him in the past.

Still being held in the thug's grip, she nodded, "Yeah Yeah absolutely! Absolutely. Let me just go back to the Bronze buck to grab a few necessities I will go directly to him." said Elia.

"No I don't think that will be possible. We. Are. Going. Now." The intensity with which those words were said extinguished her hopes of a quick getaway. A part of her was growing more and more curious as time passed. What on earth would The Weasel want with her anyways?

A firm hand remaining on her shoulder, she moved forwards towards the Guild's HQ. Straight to The Weasel's office they went, and there he sat. Rob was a wiry man, with a cunning face and inquisitive eyes. The nickname Weasel suited him perfectly. He was a leader in every way. Charismatic, intense and clever. He greeted her in his usual fashion. Elia let out a sigh of relief.

"Elia! Elia, Elia... Elia. You don't write, you don't visit. And my oh my, you're so elusive that I must send my best men to fetch you for a simple chat. I must say, I'm hurt." Rob frowned.

"Well I came as soon as I heard you were looking for me" explained Elia, matter of factly.

"Of course you did." Rob smiled comfortingly, but his eyes remained cold and serious. "Well enough banter, I have a job for you. I'm sure a fine rogue like you has heard of the Cult of the Purple Light by now. They aren't concealing their activities very well."

She nodded once, "Yes, I have caught wind of their activities."

"Excellent. I do not know how much you have heard, but... on their altar sits this marvelous purple gem. I already have a buyer lined up for the piece. They are willing to pay their weight in gold to catch as much as a glimpse of its beauty. Of course he will pay twice that for full ownership of it." He looked at her intensely. She knew that if she chose to accept this mission, there was no margin of error. She mustn't fail.

She snapped out of her thoughts as he went on , "And of course... using my own men isn't quite an option. Everyone knows they work for me and those fanatics would be the end of me."

"Sounds dangerous. It will cost you a pretty penny to hire me..."

"Of course! Of course!" Rob looked overly offended. How could she even think he would be cheap with her? "I would reward you handsomely, of course. Some even in advance, to help you prepare for their next event. A masked ball. While you don't come off to me as... the classiest lady I've ever met, I'm sure you will be more successful in this mission then my men would be."

Elia glared at him and crossed her arms.. "If you're done insulting me now, I'd appreciate more information on the task at hand. I'll do it."

He grinned, his smile looking slimy but genuine, "Excellent. I knew I could count on you and your greed." He undressed her with his eyes and licked his lips, "Yes. You will do perfectly. You will fit in a crowd of nobles with the right outfit I'm sure. Do not forget to wear a mask to cover your... beautiful face"

Disgusted, she held her hand out, demanding her early payment so she could get out of here sooner than later. The thug that had dragged her to the Thieves Guild came out of the shadows of Rob's office to drop a heavy sack of coins in the palm of her hand.

"Consider it done." She nodded and left.

Once out of the HQ, she smiled and patted herself on the back. The negotiation went better than she had expected, and those Purple cultists had peeked her curiosity. The sack of coins weighed heavily in her pocket but she knew some of it would go towards buying a gown and a mask for the evenings events. After an afternoon spent trying on multiple dresses and masks, she found one that would easily trick anyone into believing her disguise as a Dutchess. Ladylikeness or not. She went back to her room at the Bronze Buck to prepare, slipping a few coins to Ergald with simple instructions to have a cart ready for tonight. After what seemed like ages, she was ready. Dressed up, pampered and pretty, with her dagger strapped to her thigh. Elia cloaked herself to conceal the gown and took her leave riding in the cart that was prepared for her.

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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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Rules Be Damned

SPN FanFic

~Look, in this line of work, something's always getting thrown at someone. There have to be rules. Rules that have to be followed. Unless, ya know, you need to break them...~

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, OFC

6,780 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Sex Pollen. DubCon-ish. Established Relationships. Fuck or Die. All the Smut.

A/N: This was based off an anonymous prompt from my One Day Only request line. Hope you all enjoy!

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Twigs broke under boots, branches gave way to waving arms.

The forest was loud that evening; wildlife screamed as they scrambled away from rushing bodies, birds overhead chirped in warning.

Three hunters with guns on the ready took on the woods like an invading army, stomping down grass, destroying bushes, kicking over habitats, unaware of the ecosystems dying around them. They were on a mission and they would not be stopped. People were dying, children disappearing. It was up to them to bring the terror that had befallen Silver Ridge to an end.

Y/N broke away from Dean and Sam, following her gut deep into the forest. She could have sworn she saw something move in the corner of her eye, and veered right when the guys went left. Now, even if she tried, she couldn’t see them through the trees; flannel and canvas was hidden by late summer greens.

The light was dying, sky turning golden ahead. Sun pulsed through the treeline like a strobe as she ran, trying to catch up with the phantom she’d seen.

Somewhere in the background, Dean yelled her name and she turned, nearly spraining her ankle as she stopped short, body moving towards his voice automatically.

“Dean?” she called back, but there was no answer, only an echo slapping her in the face. “Sam!”

The air shifted behind her and Y/N spun back around, catching a glimpse of the being she’d been chasing. The bastard was screwing with her. She was getting close.

“You wanna play games?” she asked under her breath, drawing up her pistol and taking a step. “We can play.”

She ran again, desperate to catch up with the monster. Every time she felt close, the fiend jumped further away. It was as if they were playing with a different set of rules; Y/N bound by earthly physics, and the target able to magically get around at will.

“Fuckin’ faeries.” Y/N stopped, out of breath and done with the chase. It was pointless anyway. “Coward!” She yelled, trying to incite the creature’s wrath. “Come out and fight me like a man!”

“Now, why would I do that?”

Y/N spun around in a full circle, eyes scanning the forest for the source of the comment. She held her breath as the air stilled around her, warming gently like the heat was finally coming up in an old house.

“Where are you!” she yelled, and finally, a figure appeared.

Awkwardly tall and too thin, with an alien yet beautiful face, the fae presented herself to Y/N. She wore no clothes that could be seen, but long golden hair covered her icy pale skin.

“Why would I want to fight like a man?” she asked, voice like a lullaby. “Men are not nearly as powerful as we women. It would be a disgrace to us both, to the fight itself, were we to act like men.”

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes from the creature, enraptured by the halo of sunset that outlined her gentle curves; caught in the magic flowing from her pale pink lips, tranced by a voice too melodic and lovely to be real.

Somehow, she managed to blink enough to clear her mind. She raised her arm and took aim; gun trained on the fae’s head. “Why are you stealing the children!” she shouted, hoping her yell would bring the Winchesters to her aid.

The faerie smiled sadly. “We’re not stealing them,” she explained. “We’re giving them a new, better life. They want to be with us.”

Y/N grit her teeth and tried not to be pulling in by her sweet voice again. “You’re murdering their parents!”

“We do what we have to do.”

“So do I.” Y/N’s index finger pulsed on the trigger and she exhaled slowly, ready to shoot.

Before the muscles in her hand could contract, the fae struck in defense, shooting a single bolt of bright white lightning passed Y/N’s shoulder. It struck the tree behind her and Y/N looked up just as the canopy above came to life. Hundreds of pink flowers suddenly bloomed on the tree, aglow with sunset and magical dew. As she looked on, the flowers were illuminated in hot pink and blinding white light and the wind picked up, blowing the petals from their branches, raining down upon Y/N with a force that knocked her to the ground.

Her vision exploded in bright pink and red; the edges cut in snowy white. She felt the ground beneath her back, heard the rustle of leaves and petals, smelled the sweet perfume of exotic flora as she slipped into a warm dream.

A shot rang out, its loud boom echoing through the forest.

“Son of a bitch! Y/N!” Dean’s voice truly called out this time, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen. He’d clipped the fairy bitch, he was sure of it. A trickle of sparkling purple tainted the leaves where he’d last seen it. He ran a finger through the goo and grimaced. “What the hell is this? Blood? Come on. Next we’ll be hunting unicorns.”

Wiping the glittery blood on his jeans, Dean turned with his gun raised, squinting into the trees looking for the wounded fae. “Where’d you go, you stupid bitch!”

In response, Dean heard nothing but a faint moan from the forest floor a few paces away. Green eyes turned to a blanket of pink petals covering the ground, and a hand rose from the flowers.

“Y/N?”

He grabbed her hand and yanked, pulling Y/N up out of the thick mess of millions of pink flowers. She sat up and gasped, eyes wide and empty, lips parted and begging for air.

“Dean?”

He nodded and tucked his gun in his jeans, freeing up a hand to help her stand. “Yeah, Y/N/N. You OK? What the hell happened?”

She was covered head to toe in a faint dusting of gold and Dean wiped a bit from her cheek with his fingertips. She shivered at his touch and sighed. “Mmm. I don’t know,” she said, eyes rolling as if still stuck in a dream. “I...found the fairy and she...poof!” Y/N laughed at herself and looked up at Dean, patting his cheek with a glittery hand. “You shoot her?”

Dean sighed. “No. I clipped her. Bleeds purple, by the way. Like a freakin troll doll or something.”

Y/N giggled and pulled her hand away, leaving gilded fingerprints on his cheekbones. “Dean?” she smiled, licking her lips.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna pass out now.”

He caught her as she fell, guiding her gently back down to the ground. “Well, crap. Sam!”

The younger, taller Winchester skidding to a halt a yard or so behind Dean. He scanned the perimeter quickly before rushing over to his brother.

“What happened?” Sam knelt and pressed his fingers to Y/N’s pulse.

“She’s not dead!” Dean snapped, shifting her carefully in his arms. “Just passed out. I found her buried under all these flowers.”

Sam pulled his hand back and rubbed his fingers together, looking at the golden dust inquisitively. “What’s all over her?”

“I have no idea- shit.”

As they looked on, the golden mist clinging to Y/N’s skin disappeared, pulled in deep through every pore until nothing remained. When the last bit was gone,Y/N’s eyes fluttered and she moaned happily, waking up with two handsome men looking down at her.

“Hello there,” she teased, voice dripping with honey.

Dean dropped his chin to look her in the eye. “You alright?”

Y/N smiled and dragged her hand slowly down his chest. “Yeah…” Her gaze dropped to the flannel under her fingertips as she rubbed it gently. “Wow, this is so soft.”

The brothers exchanged a silently worried look and Dean cleared his throat.

“Let’s get you back to the motel, huh?”

Y/N bit her lip and rubbed her forehead against his shoulder. “Mkay.”

The walk back to the car was nearly impossible. Y/N had to stop every few minutes to touch something. Trees, grass, flowers, rocks- nothing was safe from her hands and she was safe from none of it. Every new texture entranced her, every touch was electric. She was floating through darkening forest, high and in love with the universe, guided by a firm but careful hand.

When they got to the car, Y/N was nearly whimpering. It wasn’t just the firm pressure of Dean’s hand at the small of her back, or the luscious and oddly sensual textures of the world around her, but every step made her jeans rub against her inner thighs and it was driving her insane. By the time they reached the Impala, her pussy was throbbing.

Dean pulled open her door and nodded to the seat. “Why don’t you lay down? You look stoned.”

Y/N could barely hear him, her entire focus was drawn to the car. She ran her hands slowly across the curve of the roof and down to the trunk, biting her lip as the cool metal made her skin dimple.

“Y/N?” Dean watched her stop by the left taillight and rub herself against the car. She moaned as the hard steel pushed against her hips. “Y/N/N?” Her eyes rolled closed and her lip disappeared between a firm bite as she rocked forward again. “Hey!” He rushed towards her and pulled her from his Baby. “Are you… humping my car?”

Y/N laughed and slapped his shoulder hard. “You’re insane.” Her hand lingered on his arm and her eyes grew huge as the muscles beneath the fabric tensed. “You’re...so strong…”

Her chest heaved and Dean looked at Sam who simply shrugged and got in the car.

“Yeah...thanks. Get in.”

Inside was no better. The leather, the windows, the upholstered roof; Y/N’s touch was immune to none of it and every pass of her fingers made her body quiver. Everything felt so good.

Dean turned the engine and glanced in the rearview. Y/N was in the middle of the seat, head back, hands trailing down her extended neck. She hummed and chewed her lip, let her eyes roll back as the pleasure took over.

He swallowed hard as a wave of heat flooded his senses. “Shit.”

Sam turned to look at him. “You OK?” His turn continued and the sight of Y/N massaging her breasts behind him made his heart skip. “Oh.”

Dean nodded, practically drooling as he watched her reflection. “Yeah.”

“We should get back,” Sam suggested, hazel eyes desperate to stay locked on her lustful expression while his brain told him to look away.

Dean squirmed in his seat, hands suddenly caressing the steering wheel as Y/N dropped a hand down her stomach. “Yeah…”

When the zipper of her jeans fell, both men shook themselves awake.

“You OK to drive?” Sam asked, cheeks red and flushed.

“I’m always OK to drive.” Dean sneered at Sam but swooned as he looked away, feeling so aroused that it was almost painful.

From the backseat, Y/N moaned loudly and Dean accidentally looked back to see her right hand disappear into her blue cotton panties.

“Fuck.”

Sam snuck a peek too and regretted it instantly. He cleared his throat. “Drive.”

The twenty mile ride back to the motel was rather intense. Y/N had somehow stripped enough to slip two fingers into her cunt and the sound of her fucking herself was made Dean so hard his cock could drive if he unzipped.

Sam was deep into the lore on his tablet, but not immune to the wet slide behind him or the pitiful whimper as Y/N tugged on her nipples. She’d hiked her bra up above her tits so she could reach, and twisted hard until each side was sensitive and ruddy.

“God, I...fuck!” She could barely speak when they pulled into the parking lot, riding the edge with her feet spread and heels dug into the leather seat.

Sam hurried to his room, unable to sit in the car any longer listening to her symphony of ecstasy.

Dean refused to look back, knowing he’d never make it out of the car if he did. His hand kept creeping closer to his cock; every touch of his fingers on his thighs making his blood sing.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, painfully sauntering to the back door. “Let’s get inside.” He pulled open the door and gasped.

Y/N’s fingers were knuckle deep, her wrist slick and shining, her mouth open in a silent cry.

“Fuck.” He pushed down on his erection, hoping to relieve it a bit, but all it did was make his ears ring. “Come on, baby, inside.” He reached for her but Y/N couldn’t stop the rhythmic pumping of her hand.

“Can’t...stop,” she whimpered, turning her lust-darkened eyes to Dean. “Feels too good. Too good...too good…”

Dean swallowed hard and took her free hand, noticing instantly how soft her skin was, how warm. “OK,” he said gently. “Just...um…suck on your fingers while we walk, OK? That will feel good, won’t it? You like doing that.”

Y/N grinned and nodded absently as she pulled her hand from her cunt, giving her clit one more tap before letting go. “Yeah. I like to suck,” she agreed.

Dean whistled. “I know you do, babygirl. OK, come on.”

He helped her stand, trying not to brush his hand across her firm nipples as he lowered her shirt; screaming internally as he tugged her jeans back up.

Y/N sucked on her fingers, rolling her tongue around and between, making the most obscene noises Dean had ever heard outside of a Skinemax pay per view. “‘M so ot, De,” she mumbled around her hand, spit leaking from the corners of her mouth.

Dean managed to get the key in the lock and shove the door open. “What?”

“I’m so hot!” she exclaimed, pulling her fingers away as she stumbled into the room. She tugged at her shirt.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed lustfully, watching her rip the clothes from her sweat-covered body as he shut the door. “You really fucking are.”

Once naked, Y/N sighed loudly, her entire body shivering as the air conditioner spit slightly cool air through the room. “I feel...so… good,” she slurred, fingertips plucking at her bottom lip. She ran a hand down her body and back up, squeezing her breasts as Dean watched on in awe.

His dick was painfully full, aching, crushed against his tight jeans. “Jesus.” He pushed his palm down against it and his jaw shook as a wave of pleasure hit his system.

“So...soft...so...hot.” Y/N turned and looked at Dean with crazed eyes, her mind flooded with lust. “You wanna touch?” she asked, slipping her right hand down between her thighs.

Dean’s tongue tried to escape, but he pulled it back as he cleared his throat. “You’re killing me, Y/N/N.” He looked away, falling down onto the ratty old sofa, hoping to catch his breath.

“Touch me, Dean,” she cooed, dipping her fingers inside her slick pussy. “Need you…” Her brows twitched and she pouted, spreading her knees just a bit so she could slide her hand in deeper. Every movement made her gasp in tiny breaths until her chest was heaving and Dean’s mind was reeling.

“I…fuck.” Unconsciously, he’d been rubbing his cock through his jeans, consumed with how good the simple touch felt. If he felt this good, she must feel even better. “No. No. Just… you’ve been cursed with something. Just ride it out, baby.”

Y/N bit her lip and growled. “Mmm...I could ride you.” She smirked and pinched her nipple hard, pulling it out as far as she could, watching Dean’s reaction.

He let out a heavy breath through puckered lips, almost in pain as she showed off for him. “Just lay down, will you? Shit.”

Still touching herself, Y/N backed up slowly until the bed caught her at the knees. She fell backwards, landing with a puff of blankets, and spread her legs wide. “Curse or not,” she sang, “this is...amazing.” She crooked her wrist and dug her fingers in deep, slowly petting her g spot as everything trembled. “God, I feel like… like… it’s so… mmm.”

Dean’s left hand was traveling upwards, gliding over his own stomach as he watched her thrash on the bed. His mind was clouded but his resolve was true. She was under a spell. There were strict rules about these sorts of things; there had to be. One or more of them were constantly getting hit with strange spells or picking up the wrong object at a crime scene. Something was always happening and without rules, there would be trouble.

“Dean…” She called to him, moaning his name again and again as her cunt clenched.

He bit his tongue and tugged at his nipples, only then realizing that he’d torn his layers away.

“Dean, I need you.” Her hips rocked.

His throat tightened. “Sam’s looking for a cure, I’m sorry, baby.”

Impossibly, she spread her legs even wider and rubbed furiously at her clit. “Please…”

“We…” Dean was panting around his words, fingers closing firmly around his dick. “We have rules, Y/N/N…”

"Screw...your...rules…" Her voice was weak, high and full of frustration. Her arms were growing heavy, tired from their work, but her arousal was only growing stronger. "Not like...we haven't…" Y/N choked on her words as a rush of bliss washed through her. "Fuck!"

Dean sank deep into the dusty couch cushions as he jerked his cock in time with her movements. He tried to stop, to pull himself out of it, but logic could only fight so hard. "I know, but… this isn't...there's…"

Y/N sat up suddenly, her eyes locked on his fat erection, lips wet with drool. "If you say rules again so help me." Her pupils dilated fully, her skin flushed. Y/N watched as his fist slid up and down, up...and...down…

"Dean."

She was on him before he could respond, and he blinked up at her in awe as she ran a pair of boiling fingers down his chest.

He hissed at her touch. "Jesus, why does that feel so good?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled with golden light and she sank to her knees in front of him. "Need your cock, Dean." Her voice was steady, monotone yet certain. He could hear how heavy her breaths were, feel their heat fan across his belly.

"We should wait...fuck."

He melted instantly, letting go of the rules when her lips brushed over his cock. She kissed the tip and looked up with eerily bright eyes, so happy that he was finally giving in.

"Need your cock," she said again, taking a longer taste. "Need to suck."

Dean dropped a hand to the nape of her neck and squeezed gently. "So...suck."

Again, a flash of gold lit her eyes, but Dean didn't notice. He was too lost in the push of her lips as they moved down his shaft, the hot slide of her tongue against his pulsing vein, the slight scrape of her top teeth over his head.

Y/N moaned as she worked; her legs spread, pussy dripping onto the ugly carpet. Every pass of her lips made her cunt hungrier, every satisfied groan from Dean made her suck harder. Her head was empty, thoughts drifting far into the background. Her vision swirled with gold and pink; everything was warm and delicious. Everything came back to sex.

"Need to fuck," she hummed, pulling away from Dean's cock with a loud pop of perfectly locked lips. She pumped him fast with both hands, licking at the tip like a lollipop. "Need to fuck...now."

Dean licked his lips and opened his eyes, looking down at Y/N with fully blown pupils. "Get up here," he growled, tugging at her arms to help her up.

He lost his breath as she sank down into his lap. Her body was so hot, skin so smooth, cunt so slick. Her thighs laid gracefully atop his, her hands curled around the nape of his neck. She kissed him slowly, tongue penetrating his hushed lips.

"Dean…"

His eyes flew open; green rimmed in gold. "Move." His teeth were clenched tight; his fingertips dug into her waist. "Now."

Y/N sucked at his bottom lip and rode him hard, using all of her strength to fuck herself on his thick cock. He clung to her back, holding her close, helping her move, utterly lost in the sensations that flooded his system.

Hot, sweet, wet, firm, soft.

Harder.

Faster.

Tighter.

"Need your cum," she cried; voice deafening against his ear.

Dean locked his arms around her and stood up, managing to turn towards the bed before stumbling forward. They fell together in a heap of sweat and lust; lips reaching, fingers clawing.

He slammed inside of her, pumping in languid strokes until she shifted beneath him, arching her back and lifting her hips just an inch. She spasmed around him, cumming hard, eyes gilded and wide, mouth a perfect circle of cherry red.

Dean's jaw twitched as he came, holding back a wild howl. Every muscle contracted, every nerve ending exploded with feeling. He doubled over, kissing her madly before rolling away, out of breath and exhausted.

The light dimmed from his green eyes and he smiled, drunk on the afterglow. “That was...wow.” He chuckled and scrounged around for the pillow, bunching it up beneath his cheek. “Rules be damned. Ha!”

Y/N was still squirming. Her fingers ran slowly up and down her sides, in between her thighs, over each breast. Her breath was steady but deep; chest rising and falling with dramatic dips that Dean missed entirely as his eyes fell closed.

“You OK?” he mumbled absently before letting out a snore. “I just gotta...take five…”

The heat was rising again and Y/N whined as she tugged on her nipples, forcefully rubbing her thighs together for a hint of friction. “Need cock...need to fuck.” Her words were crisp and pathetic, but Dean was well passed hearing her pleas.

Desperation brought her back to the sofa and Y/N climbed onto the arm, straddling the upholstered corner. Her thighs closed tight and she bent forward; bare tits grazing the old fabric. She moaned as her nipples responded, bit her lip as her clit rubbed hard against the arm.

“Need to fuck!”

Sam knocked but didn’t wait for an answer, walking in with his head down, his eyes glued to his phone. He scrolled upwards with his thumb as he spoke, making sure he was accurately relaying his findings.

“So get this, if I’m looking at this correctly…”

Y/N froze as soon as Sam began to speak, his deep voice churning inside of her and grabbing every ounce of attention. She stilled her rocking against the sofa and stood up, turning towards Sam as he shut the door behind him.

“...this tribe of faerie are mostly tricksters, and I think…”

Y/N licked her lips as her eyes flashed; golden and bright. She crossed the room quickly and was pressed up against Sam before he even looked up.

“...this curse was just a...oh!”

Her hand slipped up beneath his flannel, fingertips rolling over the hard lines of his abdomen. “Sam.” She whispered his name like a song, pushing her nakedness up against him.

Sam gasped, holding his breath as her hand dipped between his waist and his jeans. Her skin was hot, her touch soft and inviting. He suddenly felt… good.

“Y/N, stop." His tone was as weak as his resolve, and logic waned as her fingers brushed the base of his swiftly stiffening cock. "We...you're under a spell. Shit." Her palm pressed into him and Sam sucked his teeth. "Oh, god."

"Need you, Sam," she begged with a pout; firm tits rubbing against his arm. "Need to fuck."

A hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Y/N pushed up on her tiptoes, desperate to drag his lips down to hers. Sam gave in to the moment and looked down into her eyes, ready to let go just once and live in the moment.

Her fingers pulsed around his dick.

He bent down to her lips.

Her eyes glowed with golden light.

"Stop!" Sam pushed her away as gently as he could, forced back into reality by her preternatural gaze. "Y/N, we have to wait it out, OK?" He looked at the bed for the first time since arriving and saw that Dean had not had the same fortitude to hold back. "Shit."

Y/N cocked her head and poured. "Don't you want me?" she asked, presenting her hard nipples for him. She pushed her tits together from beneath, holding them up for his inspection. "Touch me, Sam." Her voice was strange to his ears, empty but rhythmic and for a moment, logic seemed a waste.

Sam stared at her breasts, his jaw slack, jeans tight.

Y/N took a step towards him. "Please, Sam. Need to feel you. All of you."

He lifted his right hand and she held her breath as it hovered over her chest.

"Need to fuck." The gold returned to her eyes. "Need to...cum."

"Shit!" Sam turned away, forcing himself to stay calm. His cock was aching already; laying long and hard against his thigh. His skin was tingling, begging to touch and be touched, but he pushed it all away with a steady breath. "You had been put under a love spell," he said, to her as much to himself. "It was just a distraction so the fae could get away. It will wear off, we just have to…" Y/N pressed herself against his back, hands sneaking around to have their way with him. "...we just have to…" Hot fingers reached up to brush across his nipples and Sam shivered. "...have to stay…" A small but determined hand curved over his erection, rubbing through the denim. "...strong."

Sam's eyes glazed over and his head tipped back as Y/N ran her hands over him. Like magic, she managed to pry the flannel from his shoulders, pull the gray tee up and over his head. She ran her lips across his skin; tongue tracing every line like it was her own. She felt so good, hitting every spot like he had given her a map to his arousal.

"Y/N…" His breath curled into her name.

Her mouth was wet on his hip bones; fingers tugging at his belt.

"Need your cock."

The monstrously mindless tone struck his ears and Sam snapped out of it again, immediately backing away. "No."

She rushed at him, pathetic and needy, yet filled with unnatural strength. "Need to fuck!" She grabbed at him, but Sam was stronger, grabbing both of her wrists to try and subdue her. "Need to fuck!"

"You need to calm down!" he countered, spinning her so that her hands were pinned behind her back.

Y/N let out a cry that nearly broke his heart. She thrashed in his grip, pulling so hard that Sam was afraid her shoulder would dislocate. "Please!"

He let her go and Y/N spun around.

"Sam. Please." Wide eyes went soft as she called to him, and suddenly, Y/N's entire frame began to crumble. Her shoulders slumped, her knees went weak, the ground began to rise.

Sam scooped her up before she fell and held her close. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered gently into her hair. "It'll be over soon."

"Sam?" Her whisper snuck upwards from the cave of his arms, and Y/N slid a hand with it.

"Yeah?"

The hand closed around the firm muscles of his shoulder, massaging with salacious intent.

"Need you, Sam. So bad."

He inhaled deeply; the smell of forest and sweat in her hair making his eyes roll gently. Her head turned, cheek on his chest replaced by lips, and Y/N kissed her way across the broad expanse, enjoying every twitch of tanned flesh.

"Fuck me, Sam," she sang. "Need to fuck."

When she popped the buckle of his belt, Sam growled in annoyance, mad at himself for falling again.

"Damnit!"

It wasn't easy to tie her up, but he made it sound like a game.

Sam sat her down and lovingly drew his hands across her bare arms until he could cuff her wrists to the chair. She hummed in aroused excitement as he knelt before her and carefully tied each ankle, spreading her naked pussy wide, but taking away all ability for her to move. She moaned happily as he stood back up, her mouth watering as his open zipper came back into view.

"Kinky Sam," she teased, lips reaching for him as he made sure the restraints weren't too tight. "Needs to tie a girl up before they fuck. I can get into that."

Sam sighed. "No. We're going to wait this out."

Arousal turned to fear. "What? No." She tugged at her cuffs. "Sam. No. Need to fuck. Please!"

He shook his head sadly and backed away. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why!” she begged, squirming as much as she could to break free. “Don’t you want me? I want you so bad, Sam. So bad. I need you.”

He turned away; he had to. There were rules.

Dean was still passed out on the bed, somehow sleeping through all of Y/N's yelling, so Sam sat on the sofa, out of her sight. He hoped being quiet and out of view would calm her down, but she only thrashed harder, screamed more desperately.

"It'll be over soon," he assured her again and again, holding his head up with a tired hand. "It'll be OK."

Eventually, she called, flailing lessening to a mild twitch every few seconds. Her entire body would jerk violently and then settle; her head would roll from side to side. When her moans softened to weak murmurs, Sam relaxed, sitting back against the couch.

"You're gonna be fine, Y/N/N. We're all gonna be fine."

Y/N's head dropped, chin resting on her chest, and Sam closed his eyes for a blessed second of peace.

"What's going on?" A groggy Dean sat up in bed and twisted at the waist to see Y/N tied to a chair. "What the hell, Sam!"

Sam looked up and then away quickly as Dean's naked ass met his eyes. "Dude. Pants."

Dean rolled his eyes but grabbed his boxers before rushing over to Y/N. "What did you do to her?"

"Me?" Sam sat forward. "Nothing. She came at me- well, kept coming at me. I- she's under a spell. I had to."

Dean looked her over carefully, green eyes growing wide with concern. "Sam, she's not breathing." Panic rose. "Y/N!" He slapped her cheek and she came back, sucking in a heavy breath. "Fuck."

Her eyes fluttered. "Fuck? Please."

Dean let out a brief sigh of relief then looked to Sam. "What'd you do?"

"I wouldn't touch her and she kept coming at me. I don't know." He rushed to her side and her entire body began to tremble.

"Need...to…" Y/N's eyes rolled to white and she panted, unable to draw in another normal breath. "Please…"

Dean's forehead creased down the middle as worry flooded his mind. "What's happening?" His hands hovered over her body, afraid to land and hurt her.

Sam pressed to finger to her throat and closed his eyes, counting. "Her pulse is weak. I…fuck, she's cold." He pulled away and Y/N screamed at the loss of his touch. Tears ran down her cheeks as she choked for lack of air.

"She's dying, Sam!" Dean dropped to the floor and set to untying her left ankle. "Y/N! Come on, baby, wake up." He placed a hand on her thigh and the trembling stopped.

Y/N's head rolled. "Please."

Sam felt her pulse again and looked at Dean, confused. "It's helping...keep touching her."

"What?" Dean sat back, his hand slipping from her skin.

Y/N whined painfully. Her pulse dropped.

Sam clenched his jaw and reached for her breast, closing his palm over the quickly cooling flesh. Her pulse picked up and her breathing slowed. She moaned happily and Sam shook his head.

"We need to fuck her," he said softly, rubbing her tit gently.

Dean hesitated. "Excuse me?"

Y/N's trembling turned to squirming as Sam rolled her nipple between two large fingers. "It's the curse," he told Dean. "We fuck her or…"

"Please, Sam," she moaned, chewing her lip. "Please."

"Or?"

Sam squeezed her. "Or she dies."

Dean's face ran the gambit of emotions, settling on amused concern. "You know... I just did. Why-"

"Maybe it wasn't enough?"

"It was more than adequate!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "For the curse, Dean."

"Oh." He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Well. Ok, then." He dropped his hand back to her thigh and Y/N hummed gratefully. Her hips lifted a bit and Dean's eyes were drawn to the wet flesh of her exposed cunt; juices flowing, lips swelling. His mouth watered. "Maybe she just needs to cum real bad."

Y/N's stomach tensed. She tugged at her cuffs. "Yes. Cum. Need to cum. Please!"

Gingerly, Dean ran his hand upwards and her skin warmed to the touch.

Sam’s fingers on her pulse registered the change and he nodded at Dean. “Do it.”

“Please, Dean,” Y/N whispered desperately. “Make me cum, please. Need to cum...so bad.”

His fingers slid into the crease of her thigh and Dean ran his thumb across her swollen slit. It was slick and Y/N moaned enthusiastically.

“Yeah. Please. Please!”

Dean pushed his thumb into her cunt and Y/N took in a deep breath, her eyes glowing bright as she looked down at the elder Winchester.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

He rocked forward on his knees and pressed his lips to her clit in a suckling kiss that made her hips shake.

“Yes. Please! Need to fuck. Need to cum!”

Sam felt her come back to life; saw the color flood back through her veins. As Dean rolled his tongue through her wetness, Sam let her go and slowly took a step back.

Y/N let out a painful whine. “Sam, no.” She struggled to reach for him, wrists tight against the cuffs. She turned her head towards him, lips puckering, eyes locked on his jeans. “Please!”

His cock swelled but he hesitated; the golden hue in her eyes the only thing reminding him that they were operating under magical circumstances. If it weren’t for her failing vitals, the entire scene might have been out of one of Y/N’s midnight, whiskey-fueled confessions, but it was all wrong.

A single tear escaped and trailed down Y/N’s cheek. Golden or no, her pretty eyes begged for him. “Don’t let me die, Sam…” Her strength ebbed and her head rolled; the tight in her shoulders and arms was fading, she was fading.

Sam took a breath. “I won’t, babygirl.”

The moment his cock passed between her lips, Y/N came back to life. She licked him until hard then sucked down everything he had to give her. Sam couldn’t deny the extreme sensation; there was something warmer, something softer, something more amazing about her tonight than ever before, and it wasn’t long before he was fucking into her mouth without regret.

Dean crooked his fingers deep inside her pussy and Y/N came, clenching around his knuckles. She stilled for a moment, but the whimpering returned; she needed it from both ends, needed to be so filled she couldn’t breathe.

With his right hand still massaging her cunt, Dean untied her ankles, distracting her with kisses and tiny bites on her inner thighs as Sam pulled away to open her cuffs.

They were careful to keep their hands on her at all times, at least one man doing something to her as they moved to the bed. If they were gone at the same time, she crumbled, blood pressure dropping, heart rate falling. They needed to keep her going just a little while longer.

“Need your cum,” she moaned, weak limbs thrashing on the bed as Sam helped her to her knees. “Need it so bad.” Her eyes rolled back painfully and Sam grit his teeth, gently shaking her back awake.

“Hey! Hey, hang on,” he told her, kissing her eyes back open. “Stay with us.”

Behind her, Dean gave his brother a grave look. “How much longer?”

Sam shrugged and lay back, pulling Y/N with him, safe in his arms. “I don’t know, just...just do it.”

Y/N sagged against Sam's chest, barely breathing. "Please. Need to fuck. Need your cum."

Brushing her cheek, Sam guided her eyes up to his. "Just hang on, you hear me?"

She nodded as best she could, and Sam shoved his tongue between her lips, revving her back up as if his kiss were electro shock. She breathed deeply and sat up on her own, clawing at his chest and moaning into his mouth.

Dean snuck up from behind and ran his hand firmly down her spine. "Come here, baby. I want that sweet pussy. Now." He slapped her ass gently and Y/N responded, walking backwards on her knees until Dean could take what he wanted. He plunged two fingers into her cunt and pumped slowly, covering his hand in her hot slick.

Sam's cock stood tall before her gilded eyes and Y/N took a taste, flicking at him with the tip of her tongue. With a smirk, Sam scooted down a bit and let her have it all, laying back as she closed her lips around him.

Dean fucked her steadily, his hands locked on her hips, thighs slamming firmly into her ass. Every thrust pushed her down onto Sam and every buck of Sam's hips in retaliation sent her deeper into Dean's thick cock.

She was in heaven, she was lost in the feeling; so full, so happy, so utterly and undeniably distracted. She screamed around Sam's cock as she came again, flooding Dean's cock and the stiff sheets below. Her cunt pushed and pulled at him until he couldn't hold back, and his head flew back as he came, adding to the mess at his knees.

Sam felt them both go and watched carefully as the gold dimmed in Y/N's eyes. He pushed a hand through her hair and held her in place, taking over as he reached his end. He jerked his hips hard, fucking into her tiny, hot mouth. Y/N moaned when he came, barely able to swallow him all down. It dribbled with her spit from the corners of her mouth, sliding less than gracefully down her naked body, pooling on the bed below.

She looked up as Sam pulled back and gasped, the golden light vanishing totally from her eyes.

"Fuck!" She held her breath as the room grew dark around her and collapsed into a heap between the brothers.

"Y/N!" Dean grabbed at her, carefully spinning her onto her back. "Y/N!"

Sam grabbed her wrist and sighed in relief. "She's fine. Pulse is steady." He turned away to grab his shorts and shook his head. "Ya know, we have rules for a reason, Dean."

Green eyes looked up from the bed. "I know the rules. She was dying!"

"She wasn't until you touched her."

"Excuse me?" Dean shot up from the bed, ready to fight. "I didn't do this. I was dosed too, if you don't remember."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "So was I."

"So maybe it was your fault for touching her!"

"You flat out fucked her ten minutes after getting back here."

Y/N sat up on her elbows and groaned at the boys. "You both fucked up!" she interjected, pulling the feuding hunters apart. "Now you're both gonna get over here and give me some goddamned aftercare!"

Dean laughed and Sam blushed.

"Yes, ma'am," Dean sang, hopping to get back into bed.

Y/N stopped him with a reprimanding hand. "Oh, no. You," she said pointing at Sam, "get me a wet towel. And you-" her eyes flew back to Dean, "are gonna go get me some food."

Dean pouted. "But...cuddles?"

Y/N laughed. "After pizza."

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enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers · 4 years

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A continuation of this

It was around 2am when Night eye reached the thought to be abandoned factory. He didn’t bother breaking into the factory itself, that’s for all of his nemesis’s inventions to be.

No, he went straight for the factory’s warehouse, where he suspected Artem’s living quarters were set up. With a criminal record like that, Night eye doubted Dr. Artem would manage to rent an apartment, civilian disguise or not. There is no way he could change himself without anyone recognising his voice.

He always enjoyed making everyone know he’s there, always so loud, always making sure every single civilian and hero from a five mile radius (it wasn’t a huge city) knew who he was and what was about to go down. Despite being able to perfectly fuse with shadows and darkness in general, he loved being in the spotlight. He thrived on all the people’s terrified faces, the terror in their eyes, knowing exactly what people are thinking, scared for their lives. It’s as if this was just a game for him, some form of entertainment he could watch back to himself on the tv at night. Night eye didn’t mind it that much, if he was being honest. Go ahead, call him selfish and full of himself. He might be a hero but he isn’t just a 100% pure, golden boy everyone thinks him to be. He craved attention more than anything, to be seen and heard and cared for, and if the hero business let him get that while also helping people and saving their lives, well, let’s just say he wont be retiring anytime soon.

“Huh..” weird… nearly all of the windows were open. Either Artem knew he was coming, or he just wanted some air. And as surprising as it might seem, the latter was more believable.

Night eye didn’t say a word about it during their last encounter, but Artem looked like shit. Dark circles hung below his tired eyes, and as much as he was trying to make up for it with his bantering, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was more exhausted than ever. They were both tired.

Maybe it’s better to just go home… it looked like Artem was serious about not wanting to do anything but sleep tonight. Maybe it really was time to take a day off work.

He stood up and stretched, and then, with magnificent grace, slipped and crashed through the window.

He doesn’t know how or why his legs decided this was such a great plan, but there is no going back now. Curse whoever designed this poor excuse of a building!

He landed with a loud and painful thud. He was lucky enough that Artem was not in the room currently, but he suspected a horde of guards might barge in any second now.

Not taking any chances of letting them know what came in through the window, he frantically searched through all the shit that was lying around in this corner of the room. He found a short stack of papers on a desk and a small rock.

He was confused for a second, then looked up from where he found the rock and saw a broken window, very lazily barricaded with a couple of wooden planks and duct tape. An evil genius inventor who fixes windows like this had a certain charm to them, that is no doubt, but he still had very little time before the guards came rushing in.

Night eye made quick work of getting his pen out of his pocket (every superhero had one with themselves for the fans, don’t judge him) and hastily tried to write a few threatening lines on it. He used some of the remaining duct tape from the same desk to carefully attach the note to the rock, and placed it in a decent spot so it looked like a full grown man totally didn’t just make their biggest fuck up in history, but another villain was screwing with them.

He didn’t know if his nemesis had any complications with other villains in town, but his thoughts halted just right then, as a single henchman slowly opened the door and poked their head in, just right after he successfully lunged in a not-so-great-but-will-do-for-now hiding spot. Their eyes settled on the rock, and thankfully not on the small piece of his cape hanging out from his hiding spot, because wow, yeah, Night eye really was getting out of shape.

“Ugh, it’s another one of these!” They shouted as they picked up and held up the rock to show to the person on the other side of the doorway. “Looks like we wont be sleeping anytime soon…” Henchman added. A loud, tired and dramatic sigh was heard as Dr. Artem entered the room.

“Oh come on, this is the seventh one this week! The hell does he want now?” He asked his servant. ‘Him?’ What does he mean by him? So he IS having some complications with another villain! But what complications? Well maybe if you’d stop your stupid internal monologue, you’d hear a damn thing he’s saying!

“I don’t get it, we already gave him what he asked for!” He said with a whine and sighed. “What does this one say?” Artem took a few more steps toward his henchman, already looking frustrated and anxious.

“Hmm… weird,” “Just spit it out already, Lye.” Ordered Artem at his henchman, Lye it seems, “Huh, looks like empty threats to me. Almost fake? I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Lye furrowed his brows. “Fake?” Artem idly wondered as he looked up at the window. What’s with all this brow furrowing? Now Artem is doing it too… What are they thinking about??

Night eye remained still, already not liking how his nemesis was looking at the gigantic hole he made in the window. He started sweating, his heartbeat syncing up with the echoes of the supervillain’s boots on the dusty floor.

It stopped. He stopped.

Somehow that just made it worse.

Maybe it wasn’t the best choice of action to hide behind the flimsiest pile of cardboard boxes.

He could only make out the bastard’s shadow, leaning forward. The silhouette of his head changed, puffed up slightly, indicating that damned, annoying, smug smile of his had just appeared on his face.

As if things couldn’t have gotten worse, Night eye very quickly realized why he was getting more and more worked up. Dr. Artem can manipulate and become shadows. He can see him. He can see him and he’s smiling at him and Night is screwed.

“Well well well, how nice of you to drop in,” He said with a honey covered tone, so sweet and so cold at the same time. And so so awful because that stupid pun nearly made him smile too.

He watched him step out of the wall, out of his own shadow (Which Night eye was still not used to, by the way, it’s quite terrifying) and kneeling down before the now very very embarrassed superhero.

“You know, I was telling the truth back there.” “For once.” Night eye quickly cut in Artem’s word, which he only found amusing. “Yes, well, you see, I have quite a busy schedule ahead, and none of it involves you. For once.” He added the last bit with an evil purr. They were very close. Oh god they were very close and he couldn’t not think about it and this idiot decided this was a good time to be flirting again. Curse him. Curse his evilness and curse his stupid smile and his genius inventions and his well thought out plans and his cute face wHICH WAs very close and- “Now, as much as I like seeing your red, flustered face, I have some very important matters to attend to.” He gave him one last smug look before he stood up. “Another one of your evil schemes for your oh so busy schedule?” He tried for some banter but he was suddenly met with a very tired and serious enemy, and a flat answer. “Sleep.”

With that Artem turned on his heel, all the flirty glances and flustering words vanished, and asked Lye to tie Night eye up and get him in a cell.

No. He wasn’t having any of this. He wasn’t even captured damnit, he had no idea why he just sat there and listened to his enemy’s words without doing a damn thing. He lunged at Lye, the poor boy not even expecting it was quickly knocked out. Night eye made a run for the exit, and while on his way there, he only caught a fleeting glimpse of Dr. Artem through the small hallway, looking back at him with a very tired expression, one hand still on the doorframe, and the quickest, smallest of smiles made its way onto his face. It wasn’t a malicious one, like during their battles, it wasn’t a teasing smirk like the ones in their random flirting fits. It was a small, content, genuine smile.

Yep, that man was really out of it, it seems.

Night eye nearly ran face first into the wall next to the exit door, but thankfully he managed not to embarrass himself even more today.

Maybe they both were.

Night got home around 3am. He sat down at his desk, trying to remember what information he got out of this… interaction. His nemesis has got some beef with another villain, he’s super exhausted, and he better not do that shadow trick ever again because it makes his spine crawl. Plus his hideout is in the old factory and the warehouse. Just like he should’ve suspected but was too dumb to do so.

Well, there goes his good night’s sleep.

He will have to investigate further though, now that he knows where the other lives.

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It was 4:30am.

His back ached, along with his eyes and head.

He had been sitting at his desk for hours, already lost track of time. Just when he thought his headache couldn’t get any worse, his door slowly creaked open. “Sir? I’ve looked through the reports, none of them states Meghan’s activities clearly.” Lye sighed tiredly.

“Ugh, of course that snake would cover up his tracks everywhere…” Artem was at a loss of what to do. Not only was one of the biggest supervillains in town out to get him, but he also had to take care of his nemesis so he wouldn’t get involved.

Meghan and superheroes were a touchy subject. It was all over the news, the day a hero got brutally murdered by a gang of supervillains. Supervillains led by Meghan, of course. If a hero was naive enough, or had a heart of gold, they stood no chance.

He was more than a villain. He was a monster. And he was coming for him.

He knew it was a bad sign when Meghan visited him in jail, tried to kill him right then and there, because it wasn’t a real attempt. It was a warning. Not just any warning, a warning that meant you’ve crossed the line and you’re done for.

As of what line he’d crossed, Artem had no idea. They made a deal, everything was taken care of, and they agreed to go on their separate ways.

But of course, Meghan wanted something else, which Artem could never give him.

Himself.

He doesn’t know if he meant as a henchman, or a lab rat, or whatever else, but he was in danger.

And of course, of fucking course, his little golden boy is too stubborn to take a small break and let things play out between the two evildoers so he doesn’t risk his life.

Artem put down the papers on his desk. He was working all night, reading thorugh every single report he could find, to maybe get an idea about what Meghan was planning for him. With each minute passing, his anxiety got worse and worse, constantly feeling he’s just wasting time until it’s too late. The shaking was getting worse, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think-

Knocking.

Small, faint, knocking.

Lye froze beside him. He slowly got up from his desk, head pounding, heart beating faster than ever. The knocking did not get any louder or quieter. Just the same three low knocks repeating again and again, getting more and more unsettling.

No, no please not now-

The knocking stopped. Everything stopped, the sounds, his own breathing, his cognitive thought process- even time itself. It stopped.

Somehow that just made it worse.

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Oof my boy’s in trouble, hopefully I wont be too cruel in the next chapter.

Also if you liked this and have ideas for other snippets, my inbox is always open for hero x villain requests! And if you lke this story I’m writing with my characters, please let me know if you’d like to see what happens next to them!

(Constructive criticism is always welcome)

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silverfootstepswrites · 5 years

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Middle Ground [6: Final Boss Battle]

After weeks of slogging through snow and wind, they finally arrived at the ruins of an ancient temple. The pillars were battered and covered in vines, but were somehow still standing. The smell of mildew filled the air as they ventured into the darkness. Sasuke ignited his palm, the glow illuminating their faces as they walked.

Sakura caught Kisame glancing at her. She didn’t say anything. He had caught her staring at him at least a few times, too.

“Ugh. Finally. I can’t wait to kick this demon’s ass,” Naruto sighed with relief as they climbed up the stairs. Sakura grabbed the back of his shirt to stop him from stepping in a huge hole in the stone.

“Thanks. But yeah, like I was saying, things can finally get back to normal,” he went on. And Sakura and Kisame’s eyes met. Just for a second in the dark. His eyes glowing a little- just enough to be a little unsettling. They looked away again.

“Sakura, we can finally get you back to the palace,” Naruto then said, nudging Sakura with his elbow. She offered him a smile in response.

The portal in the heart of the temple ruins needed to be activated by magic. Sakura took a moment casting protective wards over their party, just in case. And then Neji poured energy into the symbols carved into the floor and ceiling. Each rune began to glow gold. Slowly, a hum filled the chamber, growing louder and louder with each symbol that lit up.

Sakura started when she felt something touch her arm. It was Kisame’s hand. The black snake contract tight around his wrist.

“You alright, Doc?” he murmured. Voice almost drowned out by the growing drone of the magical resonance rumbling through the floor.

“Yeah. Of course,” she whispered in return. Fingers brushing past his as she felt the magic lift them off the ground. Away. Up. Sounds and smells fading away as they tumbled through the space between planes.

As they tumbled out of the rift torn into the sky, Sakura glimpsed strange sights. Worlds swallowed by flame. A plane where the stars hung in the air, suspended like strange lanterns in the darkness. And then her left side erupted in pain as she collided with the ground. All around her came her companions’ grunts as they landed just as gracelessly.

“Ah, shit. My wrist! Sakura!”

Pushing herself up on her elbow, Sakura glared in no particular direction. “Suck it up. I can’t waste all my spell slots at once,” she groaned.

There was a pause. And then a snap.

“Nevermind, Sasuke fixed it,” Naruto called back.

They slowly got to their feet, fixing their hair. Dusting the dirt from their clothes as they regrouped.

They slogged through swamps, batting away little monsters. Too low level to do any real damage. Which, Kakashi commented, was odd.

“I was expecting a little more trouble,” he remarked, rubbing his chin. He barely glanced over when Sakura used sacred flame to zap a low-level monster. It sizzled away without much fuss.

“Yeah. And aren’t there like, a bajillion different levels in the Abyss? How do we know when we get to the right one?” griped Tenten, batting away an overgrown larva with one of her swords as they continued through the muck.

They looked to Naruto for a response. Naruto, who was busy wrestling with a vine that had tangled around his ankle, had no idea they had even spoken to him. Sasuke reached over to incinerate it in a quick flash of fire.

Sakura barely noticed this exchange too. Because her eyes found Kisame’s tall figure in the gloom. The blade of his sword wet with blood as he stared ahead. His footfalls certain, even on the mushy terrain.

“We’ll figure it out,” she said as she headed into the mist. Grabbing Sasuke’s cloak as she moved, pulling him along with her. Sasuke glanced over his shoulder, jerking his chin to motion for the rest of the party to follow as they plowed on ahead.

They fell through five different levels of the abyss. Sometimes it was just one step in the fog and suddenly they were engulfed in searing heat. Another time, they plummeted into a chasm, impossibly deep, that twisted and battered them from all sides with rough stone before spitting them out in a completely new location.

Sakura and Neji took a long time setting up protective wards around their camps at night. At least, it felt like night. Time flowed strangely in this plane. It was difficult to tell what was what anymore. They simply moved on when they guessed that an appropriate amount of time had passed. Or when their legs and feet stopped aching as much.

The energy on this plane unnerved Sakura. It made the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stand up all the time. And no amount of warding or buffing could make it go away.

“You’re just, like, super-good, Sakura. Maybe all this evil juju is messing with you,” Naruto guessed one night as they gathered around the fire Sasuke had conjured.

“You know things are strange when Naruto makes sense,” remarked Sasuke.

Naruto gave himself a proud pat on the chest. Before he realized what Sasuke had actually said. He glared at the ranger, who paid him no mind.

“The abyss is filled with evil energy. That could be true,” Asuma agreed, looking all around. Especially at the twisted shapes jutting out of the cliff face just behind them. They looked like faces frozen mid-scream. Naruto shuddered each time he made the mistake of looking at one.

Sakura covered her right hand with her left, touching the holy symbol wrapped around her wrist. It didn’t hum as strongly as it usually did. Maybe it really was the interference from the energy of the plane. Her eyes drifted downwards. There was a stone lodged in the mud. She nudged it aside with the point of her boot. Hundreds of black spiders spilled out from the space underneath. She jolted. Sasuke did too. And before anyone could scream, he aimed a handful of fire at the creatures and burnt them to a crisp.

“Thanks,” she sighed.

“You... really don’t like spiders, huh,” Tenten remarked.

Sakura made a face, which was answer enough.

On what felt like the fifth day, everything suddenly changed. Up became down. The ground became the sky. Sakura found herself hanging upside down, feet still planted firmly on the ground, if it could be called that anymore. Naruto jumped. He detached from the boggy soil, tumbling downwards.

“I hate this place,” declared Neji, his voice almost as sour as his face as he got to his feet. His clothes were soaked with dirty bog water.

That night, they managed to find refuge in the ruins of what looked like an abandoned palace of some sort. The runes on the crumbling walls pulsated faintly as Kisame walked past. Reacting to his presence. Sakura noticed it before he did. She scooped up a handful of mud and smeared it over the letters before anyone else could see.

“Ow!” she yelped as the mud ate through her gloves, biting into her skin.

When she tried to channel holy magic to heal the burns, nothing happened.

“What the...” Sakura muttered, forehead wrinkling as she tried again.

Kisame grabbed her by the arm, pulling her around the corner. His hand glowed an eerie shade of light blue as he pressed it to her palm. The pain vanished, as did the angry red marks.

He found her eyes. Before he could warn her not to say anything, Sakura simply smiled. She pressed her pointer finger to her lips. Despite his wary look, Kisame couldn’t help but smile a little at that.

“This how you get all the babes to fall for you? Pull them into the dark and show off your spooky powers?” she teased. That made Kisame chuckle.

“Nah. That’s only for you,” he said, thoughtlessly. Only realizing a second too late what had just come out of his mouth.

She lowered her hand, slowly. Eyes glued to his. Forehead wrinkling as she tried to decide whether she had heard him wrong.

They both jolted when they heard a loud crack.

“Dude! That’s a load-bearing pillar! Don’t break that!” they heard Tenten scold.

“Bullshit. You’re making that up,” Naruto laughed. There was another loud crack. And then a terrific smash as part of the ceiling crashed to the floor.

“Okay! Sorry! I’ll stop!” Naruto yelped.

Sakura licked her lips, which were suddenly really dry. And then she took a step in the direction of all the noise.

“Wait, Doc-” Kisame hissed. He grabbed her shoulder.

Sakura’s eyes found him again. Big and luminous in the darkness of the ruins.

His face was panicked. Pupils dilated. Teeth clenched together.

Sakura took a deep breath in and then out. She offered him a smile as she put her hand over his.

“Not here. Later,” she promised. And she waited for his hand to relax before she slipped out of their hiding place to join the rest of the party.

And while Sakura was a lot of things, a liar wasn’t one of them. Once everyone had settled in for the night, she found him hidden away in a room that once held an enormous bath. The walls were made of an intricate mosaic pattern, which was impossible to understand now. Vines and dead leaves were the only things left to cover the cracked, dirty tiles. Some sinister-looking mushrooms glowed dark purple in the corners of the room. As she took a step toward them, she heard Kisame’s voice.

“Those are poisonous as hell. Don’t,” he warned her.

She glanced over her shoulder as magic hummed past her ears. She could see the shimmer of a silencing spell form over the entrance.

“Your magic is stronger here,” she noted.

“Home sweet home,” Kisame replied. He sat in the empty pool, arms resting on the sides, one leg crossed over the other.

Sakura only noticed then that his shadow inside the tub looked different. Long wings extended from under his arms. And maybe what looked like a tail flickered over the mosaic. When she blinked, they didn’t disappear.

“Careful, Doc, you’ll make me blush,” Kisame warned.

Rolling her eyes, Sakura sat on the edge of the pool, wrinkling her nose when she touched a bit of moss. She rubbed it away with a noise of disgust. She scooted a little closer to Kisame to avoid the patch of wet plants and dirt.

“So, what was that earlier, big guy?” she demanded.

Kisame dropped the cocky smile. The shadow of his invisible wings folded inward as he turned his head away. Rolling her eyes, Sakura stretched her leg out to nudge his thigh with the toe of her boot. He ignored her.

Sakura scoffed. “Seriously?”

His lips pressed together in a thin line.

She nudged him again. “Hey, do I have to kick your ass into talking?”

Slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted.

“Always going on about the ass, Doc. You like it that much, huh?” he retorted, finally turning back towards her.

Sakura puckered her mouth a little as she thought. Tilting her head to one side, she responded, “....I mean.... I don’t hate it.”

He grinned at her, sharp teeth glinting in the torchlight. “Well, enjoy it while you can,” he joked. And with that, his smile disappeared again.

Sakura realized then what he was really talking about.

“....Oh.”

She peered into the tub and found it less dirty than she expected. She slid into the bath too, her knees pulled up to her chest. And then she fussed with her cloak, pulling it under her thighs.

“We never talked about that, I guess,” she said.

“Yeah. Why didn’t we?” wondered Kisame.

Sakura picked at a loose thread on her tunic as she thought. “Well, I guess, because I just assumed it would be done once you got home.... whatever this is, I mean.” She pointed a vague finger in the space between them. Kisame nodded.

“Yeah, that was the plan. But- uh... I’m having a hard time imagining being away from you,” he admitted. And then he winced as the snake tattoo wrapped around his forearm shifted. It constricted a little tighter. Digging into his skin. As if daring him to break the terms of their agreement.

Sakura said nothing, just stared at the living contract until it stopped moving. She reached out to trace her thumb over it. The tongue flickered out just once.

“.... You picked a real shitty time to say something like that, you know,” she finally uttered. But when she met his eyes, she was smiling. “Better than me not saying anything at all, I guess.”

“Aw, man, Doc. I really like you,” he laughed a little.

And they sat there. The silencing spell still glittering around them. Rendered pointless. Because there was nothing left to say anyway.

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After what felt like days of travel, they finally spotted a set of dark spires in the distance. The air wavered, a little too heavy on their shoulders as they looked around. Ribbon-like figures weaved around the towers.

“That looks Demon King-y as hell,” Naruto whispered as he pointed.

“Super demon-y,” agreed Tenten.

Their banter filled the rest of the party’s grim silence as they hurried ahead through the gnarled forest of dead trees. The phoenix amulet wrapped around Sakura’s wrist felt cold against her skin now. And a shiver ran up her spine as she glanced over and saw the look on Kisame’s face. He had raised his hood to cover his face, grumbling about the cold. Although that probably wasn’t the real reason.

As they neared the castle, the started to encounter more and more demons. They came in all shapes and sizes. Some with fangs dripping with acid. Others with sharp talons. They squawked, roared, shrieked, and made an array of awful noises as Naruto slew them. Sakura stole a nervous look at Kisame, who had stopped cracking jokes and responding to Naruto’s puns a while ago. And Naruto was in no mood to notice this change as he plowed on ahead.

Oddly enough, Sasuke, who generally didn’t pay much attention to anyone, was the one to pull Kisame to the side.

“Hey, you don’t look so good,” the ranger said. Kisame rubbed his jaw.

“Maybe you should have Sakura take a look at you,” Sasuke suggested. And then he cleared his throat. “Just.... you’re part of the team. Take care of yourself,” he added.

Kisame’s eyes met Sakura’s. Sasuke’s sincerity hit him like a punch in the gut. She could read it so clearly in his face. And before anyone else could, a giant worm accosted their party. Sakura had never before been so thankful for such a disgusting, slimy creature.

When they finally reached the path that led to the enormous fortress, Sakura felt her stomach tying in knots.

They stormed into the Demon King’s castle. Naruto smashed through the door, his eyes a little wild as adrenaline coursed through his veins. The blood of all the guards he had slain flecked his armor.

A scrawny demon sat on the throne. Some sort of burning circle of blue flame hovered above its horns. He didn’t even manage to get through his monologue before Sasuke unleashed an arrow that hit him straight in the gut. With a horrible shriek, the demon opened its jaw. Black smoke poured out of its gullet, wrapping around its form. Before it could solidify, Kisame reached out and crushed its skull in one hand. Blood and bone exploded in his palm. The blue flames raced up his arm, over his shoulder, climbing up to the top of his head.

“.....Kisame.... dude.... gross,” Naruto was the first to speak.

The floor of the throne room trembled.

“.... oh no,” sighed Sakura. Before anyone could ask her what she meant, Kisame erupted in blue flames.

“HOLY SHIT!” Tenten shouted. She reached into her belt for her knives. Naruto grabbed the back of her tunic, hauling her away from Kisame.

“What’re you going to do? STAB THE FIRE?” Naruto howled as she struggled in his grip.

“We gotta help him!” Tenten insisted.

“.... yeah, I’m with Naruto on this,” Sakura commented as she took a few steps back. She eyed Kisame one more time before she took a few more steps away. And then she squinted a little. Because Kisame’s flaming form turned to look at her. She saw his mouth open. The inside was completely black, which was horrifying. But she thought she saw him mouth the word ‘boom’.

Sakura barely had time to cast a shield before the entire palace exploded.

And then they were soaring through the sky, encased in a shimmering gold layer. Chunks of stone bounced harmlessly off the barrier. They watched the castle crumble, smoke and ashes raining down on the shield, which managed to hold. But it still didn’t stop it from hurting like hell when they landed some ways away on the ground. The shield shattered from the impact, sending them sprawling.

Kakashi struggled to his feet first. He offered a hand to Neji, pulling him to his feet. A little ways away, Naruto pulled Sasuke up, both of them groaning in pain. Sakura could feel her ears ringing as she sat up. Her head was still a little fuzzy when Tenten and Asuma walked over to check on her. As they tried to help her up, Sakura winced. She had definitely sprained her ankle. There was no point in trying to put weight on it, and the shield had burned her last spell slot. That was also the reason why she couldn’t help Kakashi with the scrapes on his hands and arms from where he had skidded to a stop.

Once everyone was accounted for, they turned to watch the castle still collapsing in the distance. The blue flames smoldered at the base of the ruins, sending smoke spilling into the air until it covered the sky like a thick cover of rain clouds.

“Anyone know what just happened?” asked Naruto.

“Nuh-uh,” said Tenten. Sasuke just shook his head.

Sakura stared at the smoke. She didn’t even realize that someone was gripping her shoulder until she glanced over and saw the hand.

“Wait! Look at that,” Asuma remarked. Everyone followed his finger, squinting. Slowly, a black speck began moving in the ashes. It grew bigger and bigger. It was a humanoid figure. And Sakura swallowed as she saw wings spread from its shoulders.

“Fuck. That looks Demon King-y,” Tenten whispered.

Naruto gave a grim nod as he reached for his greataxe. But when he patted his back, he couldn’t find it. He had lost it somewhere in the chaos of the explosion. He swore as he rummaged in his equipment for something else he could use.

Sasuke nocked one of his last arrows. He took a few steps forward, putting himself between the group and the approaching creature.

“Naruto, hurry up,” Sasuke spat.

“I’m TRYING!” Naruto retorted.

The figure grew closer and closer. And as it broke through the smoke, its black eyes glittered with malice. Sharp teeth glimmered, reflecting the blue flames that encased its clawed hands. It seemed to catch sight of them in the distance because it suddenly gave a flap of its huge, leathery wings. It took flight, landing with a terrible crash just a few feet from them. As it moved, Sakura glimpsed a burn mark in the shape of a falcon across its palm.

“Humans. You’ve journeyed a long way,” it rumbled. And despite the way the voice boomed and gargled, there was something familiar it about it.

“..... no fucking way,” Sasuke hissed, lowering his bow and arrow.

Naruto stopped pawing through his pack. He straightened, his tail twitching to one side.

“Dude.... is that you?” Naruto asked.

He stared at the demon, unflinching. It took a long moment. And then the demon let out a long sigh. The wings retracted. The horns receded back into his skull. And slowly, Kisame’s face replaced the monster’s terrible visage. He looked a little singed, but that was about it.

“Are you the demon king?” demanded Naruto.

Kisame snapped. The same blue circle of flames they had seen before flickered to life just above his head. But then its shape began to change. It grew taller, the tongues of flames stretching until they burned in the shape of a crown.

“That little shit I killed used to be one of my cronies. He managed to stage a small coup and take over. His spell transported me to your plane with memory loss. I guess he thought that since he couldn’t kill me, he’d just toss me somewhere far away,” explained Kisame.

“.... gotta admit. I was thinking that was a pretty shitty demon king,” Tenten leaned over to murmur to Neji. He thought for a moment before he nodded.

“I didn’t break out of his spell and recover my memory until I’d traveled with you for a bit. And I figured the fastest way to get home was if I stuck with you,” Kisame went on. Despite the blue flames flickering over his head, he seemed like the regular Kisame they had spent months traveling with. If anything, that only seemed to infuriate Naruto more.

“You could’ve told us!” the shifter shouted.

At this, Kisame smirked. “So you could kill me, little hero?”

Naruto’s hackles rose at that.

“I wouldn’t have! I would’ve found a way to help you. Because that’s what friends do!” he snapped.

Guilt flickered across Kisame’s face. “You would’ve helped me?” he repeated. And with that, the crown of flames dimmed.

"“How could you do this to us? I trusted you, Kisame!” Naruto exclaimed, voice thick with emotions. His hands were fisted at his sides.

“...Sorry.”

“And how could you do this to Sakura?” Naruto went on.

All eyes flitted to Sakura when he mentioned her. And expressions of pity and sadness were already on their faces as they found her. Poor, kind-hearted Sakura. How shattered she would be to learn that her lover was lying to her.

Sakura examined her belt, sighing when she realized that one of the decorative straps had broken.

“Oh, that? I already knew,” she told them in a flat voice.

“What?” yelped Naruto.

Sakura looked up, directly at Kisame. “How long’s it been? About 5-6 months?” she asked.

“About,” he agreed.

“Sakura, what the hell?” Naruto demanded.

“I mean, he didn’t tell me. I figured it out. The resistance to my healing, speaking Infernal, oh and how he can wield time magic as a fighter. None of that seemed weird to you?” asked Sakura.

Neji leaned in toward Sasuke to whisper,” Did you know he could do any of that?”

Sasuke shook his head in response.

“Also, the height,” Kisame supplied.

“Yeah. You know that tieflings are just.... weird-colored humans, right? They’re not supposed to be large-”

A smug look crossed Kisame’s face. “Thank you.”

“-in stature,” Sakura finished, like she hadn’t heard that comment at all. “And the reason for all this chaos on the surface is because someone wasn’t doing the real job of a demon king. This kind of solves all of our problems.”

“So what? You’re on his side now? You’re gonna just live down here with the demons?” sputtered Naruto.

Sakura made a face. “No! What would I even do here?”

And at the same time, Kisame retorted, “Of course not. She’d take over the entire kingdom in a fortnight.”

Sakura took that in. Blinking, she looked over at him with a half-smile, touched. “Really? A fortnight?”

His mouth pulled into a smile, too. Before Kisame could say something else, Sasuke spoke up.

“So you’re saying all this started happening after Kisame lost the throne?”

Kisame rubbed his nose. “Yep,” he confirmed.

“How do I know he’s not lying again?” Naruto demanded, hands still making fists at his sides.

“He’s not,” answered Sakura in a flat voice. Naruto glanced back at her. And when he looked back at Kisame, he continued to squint angrily.

“Okay. Maybe he’s not lying. But I still don’t like it,” Naruto amended.

Tenten frowned, too, tilting her head to one side. She gripped one of her knives, stealing a look back at Sakura. “So... uh...” She looked back at Kisame. “...Do we have to kill him? Because that would suck.”

Kisame suddenly looked tired. He cast a look around the smoldering clearing. He flexed his claws. Slowly, they transformed back into hands. He spotted the handle of Naruto’s greataxe sticking out of a pile of rubble.

“Yeah, I’m with Tenten on this. I really don’t wanna kill the big guy. He’s pretty cool,” Sasuke spoke up.

Naruto frowned, folding his arms across his chest. “I like him too. But our mission is to slay the demon king and restore peace to our lands. Like all the plagues and the monster attacks. And you know.... death and stuff,” he listed.

“But.... it’s Kisame. Dude chopped an ogre in half to save you,” Tenten reminded him.

“I know.”

“And he also dove into a leech-filled swamp to save your ass,” Sasuke recalled.

“He also helped you sneak past Sakura that time you ate too many of those weird berries,” Neji added.

“He did what now?” Sakura asked.

Naruto pretended not to hear her as he quickly redirected the conversation. “Alright, alright, yeah. We all love the big blue dude. But.... don’t we have to kill the demon king and save the world?” He looked genuinely distressed as he grappled with the morality of it all.

“If Kisame’s back on the throne, all the chaos should stop,” Sakura pointed out, still sitting on the ground. She grimaced as she shifted her swollen ankle. Pain shot up her leg.

“There’s no guarantee of that,” groused Kakashi.

“...I think I’m your guarantee,” Sakura slowly said, like she couldn’t even believe what she was saying. She shook her head a little.

Naruto made a noise of disgust as he scoffed, “Sakura. Please. He’s a big, mean demon king. Evil and chaos is his thing, isn’t it?”

“No. She’s right.”

All heads turned toward Kisame. He sat on the charred stump of a tree. Head of Naruto’s greataxe resting on the ground. He leaned his hands on the handle, casually rocking back and forth as he took in the conversation.

“What? It’s the truth,” he then added as skeptical faces answered him.

“You’re the king of an entire army of demons and you’ll just... listen to her?” Asuma demanded.

This time, Kisame looked offended. “What do you mean? She’s hot. She’s smart. And if anyone tries to stab me in the back, she’ll smash their skull in with a hammer or something,” Kisame listed, counting off on his fingers. With each point, Sasuke and Naruto nodded a little or shrugged.

“Plus, mayhem on your plane isn’t really my thing. My job is to rule things here. There should be chaos.... to a point.”

Naruto blinked several times. It took him a while to find the words. He asked, “So.... uh... can you, like, stop all the bad stuff, please?”

Kisame looked startled. And then he chuckled. “Oh. Of course. Almost forgot.”

He mimed covering his ears. Slowly, the members of the party copied him, raising their hands to clap over their ears. Only when everyone had done so did Kisame get to his feet. He sucked down a deep breath. And when he opened his mouth, a terrible roar thundered across the smoldering plane. There was a pause. And then a cacophony of shrieks answered him.

Demons of every shape and size began to appear. Some swooped down from the skies. Others emerged from cracks in the ground. A few materialized from the shadows that crept across the dirt. Some sniffed disdainfully in their direction. But, like the others, they then approached Kisame, kneeling at his feet.

A guttural noise slipped out of Kisame’s mouth. One of the demons responded, its reedy voice rising and falling. Kisame snarled something that made it recoil with a little yelp. He uttered several more words. A chorus of snarls and grunts rose in response. The gathered demons bowed several times before they began to disappear with urgency in their movements. The first demon who had spoken lingered to say something else. Kisame responded by grabbing its misshapen head in one hand and squeezing until the demon let out a pitiful, shrill noise.

“Kisame,” Sakura’s quiet voice drew his gaze.

With a scoff, Kisame released the creature. Keening, the demon took flight. Its leathery wings taking it away as fast as possible.

“They’ll handle it. Things should start settling down soon,” Kisame then said as he turned to face them. Neji’s gaze flickered up to the burning blue crown that hovered over Kisame’s head.

“You could’ve killed us,” Neji observed.

Kisame’s lower lip poked out as he considered that. “Nah. Didn’t feel like it. You guys are pretty cool,” he answered. And then he offered his hand. Neji eyed it for a moment before he shook it.

Kisame then turned to the rest of the group. “Let’s get you home,” he declared.

“What? Just like that?” Naruto blurted out. His scowl was still in place.

Kisame’s eyes darted around. “I mean.... yeah. You found the demon king. There’s gonna be peace. And now I’ll send you guys home.”

Naruto huffed. And then he gestured toward Sakura. “But, like, this is goodbye? She’s your...” Naruto trailed off as Sakura shot a poisonous look in his direction. He hastily amended his wording. “I mean, you’re her... paramour, I guess?”

“Excellent use of vocabulary, Naruto,” commented Neji.

Naruto flashed him a quick smile. As he did so, he completely missed the wink Kisame sent in Sakura’s direction.

“Aw, I’m sure the Doc’s sick of me by now. Now, let’s get all you home.”

And before anyone could protest, light surrounded them. Ripping them from the surface of the plane and sending them catapulting back home.

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In the blink of an eye, the seasons were changing again.

It had been several months since they had reported back to the Emperor. Riches and glory had been showered upon them for defeating the terrible demon king. They had kept the story as vague as possible. And no one really seemed that interested anyway- as long as things were back to normal.

The mysterious sicknesses and the monster attacks had stopped almost overnight. And as soon as the celebrations had ended, Sakura had returned to the emperor’s palace to resume her position as the Imperial Physician. Sasuke had taken up a position in the palace, too, as one of the emperor’s hunters. It was a cushy job that didn’t really require all that much work- perfect for Sasuke, who, after all the adventuring, was “sick of having to do shit”.

Naruto was still busy with his adventures all around the world. He wrote frequently. And so did Neji and Tenten, who went together with him on most of those journeys. Sakura had lost touch with Kakashi, which she had kind of expected. She knew he would pop up when he wanted to be found.

Asuma had decided to stay in the capital for the time being. He performed at the local taverns to earn his keep, enchanting the patrons with tales of all their adventures. He sang about the underwater ruins and the mysterious statue of a goddess who lay beneath the waters. He weaved tales of victory and of peril. And on the nights when Sakura sat to listen, she couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he embellished some details here and there, but it was close enough to make her remember all those days of travel with her friends.

At night, Sakura curled up on her side, her pillow cool against her cheek. Her eyes sliding shut. Remembering how she would scowl and complain about a heavy arm thrown over her. The weight of the silence in her room lay heavy over her as she drifted off to sleep each night.

One night. As the full moon rose in the sky. Sakura felt a ripple of energy that made goosebumps rise up and down her arms. Her eyes snapped open. The falcon emblem on the nightstand thrummed in response to the energy that flooded the room.

An eerie purple light flooded the floor under her bed. And then there was a thump, followed by a soft curse.

“Your bed’s too low, Doc,” Kisame grumbled.

The edge of the mattress dipped as he climbed up. He curled his huge body around her, smelling faintly of sulphur.

“Not that busy today?” she asked.

His breath ruffled her hair as he sighed. “I should be alright for a few hours,” replied Kisame. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her against him.

“Hey, Doc.”

“Hm?”

“....You still like my ass?”

She laughed at him.

“Yeah, Kisame. It’s a good ass.”

There was a pause. And then he let out a sigh of relief. “Good,” he declared.

#kisasaku #d&d!au #middle ground #writing #just popped in to drop an update #it's a really busy school year for some reason #i have some other things queued up for the future so keep an eye out #i'll be back next month when things have settled down

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littledarlinwrites · 5 years

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It Won't Kill Ya

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2774

Author's Note: First of all, thank you @teamcap4bucky for hosting your challenge and being so gracious and understanding about life and letting me get this in a bit late, I am so sorry for the delay, but I hope it was worth the wait! (Also, I used the “keep reading” feature before I posted this so hopefully it sticks, in case tumblr eats it, sometimes it doesn’t show for me until it’s shared, a new tumblr issue I’ve noticed) Also, huge thank you to @letstalkaboutsebbaby, doll you are my savior for this fic and helping me work this fic out when I was getting stuck. I love you so much!

Summary: "Why are you so nervous around me?" Will nerves get the best of both of you and ruin something before it even has the chance to start?

Warnings: pining, self deprecating talk/confession, mentions of alcohol

You swore it had been the longest New York winter to date. There had been snow on the ground consistently for the last three months. There had also been a lack of missions lately, as if the criminals had taken a holiday or decided to hibernate through the painfully long winter. All you knew at this point was that is you had to see the same walls inside the Tower for another minute that you were going to go insane. It didn’t help that team bonding night was tonight and currently you were stuck listening to Sam, Steve, and Tony argue over what movie to watch. Well, mainly Sam and Tony arguing, Steve was trying to to keep the two from starting a civil war over their choices. Even Steve’s diplomatic ways were grating on your nerves. You quietly got up from the couch and walked over to the guys yanking both DVD cases out of their hands and chucking them across the room. Tony was about to make some smart remark until he got a look at your face to which he promptly decided he liked his anatomy just the way it was.

“That’s it, we are going out tonight, or so help me, I will grab both of those DVDs and shove them up some unsavory places on the both of you.” You stated as calmly as possible which, if you were being honest with yourself, seemed to scare them more.

“Thank God!” Natasha remarked from her perched spot on the chair.

“Out?” Wanda spoke up.

“Out.” You confirmed.

“Oh, we should go check out that new club that just opened up!” Natasha suggested.

“Now that’s something I can agree with!” Sam spoke up smiling. Tony nodded his head in agreement. Steve didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t shoot the idea down either.

“I’ve never been to a club before.” Wanda spoke up, a bit of excitement and curiosity laced in her voice.

“Then it’s settled. We are going to the club tonight. 10 o’clock.” You looked toward Natasha and nodded your head toward your room and head towards it. Natasha grabbed Wanda and followed you.

Once in your room, you headed towards your closet to see if you could find something to wear for tonight. Wanda sat on your bed while Natasha raided your closet with you occasionally throwing articles of clothing she thought had potential onto your bed. You were more picky on the clothes that had potential. You were hoping to get the attention of a certain sergeant. The man made you nervous. Bucky had this certain way of looking at you like he could really see you. That you weren’t what everybody else saw, a badass Avenger that handled everything that was thrown their way with grace and determination without an ounce of doubt or weakness. That if you were being honest with yourself, you had a lot of doubts, you weren’t as brave as you seemed more often than not, Like he could see every part of you that made you who you are, which scared the living shit out of you. It took you a long time to open up and trust someone with that amount of vulnerability. To trust someone with your soul. Yes, Bucky Barnes made you nervous.

Natasha stepped away from the closet and looked at the items she threw onto your bed to see what she was working with. It wasn’t until you reached the back of your closet that you found what you knew you would wear. A black off the shoulder bodycon dress that laces up the back. You grabbed your black knee high stiletto boots and walked out of your closet to show your friend your outfit. Wanda’s eyes widened since it was a bit more revealing that what you typically chose to wear. Natasha just had a smirk on her face. Natasha picked the rose gold backless V-neck mini dress for herself that she had originally thrown on the pile of outfits to be considered for you. You looked through the pile for something for Wanda and found a maroon V-neck silk-like bodycon dress that had a side slit. You handed it to her and told her to feel free to look over your shoe collection.

Two hours later, the three of you were dressed, had your hair and makeup done, and were heading down to the lobby of the tower where the guys were waiting for you. Your eyes immediately flitted to Bucky. He was talking to Steve, his metal hand was in his pocket, while the other was combing through his hair. A nervous tick of his that you had noticed. Your eyes couldn’t help but rake over his body. The crisp white shirt underneath his deep blue satin jacket did nothing to hide his strong physique. You could still tell there was rippling muscle underneath the layers of clothing. When your eyes ran over his black denim covered thighs you had to hold back a moan. Bucky Barnes was sent to personally torture you, and if it wasn’t the sweetest, most aggravating torture of your life. Maybe one day the pent up frustration would spark the courage you needed to put yourself out there. You doubted it, but hey, a girl can dream right?

“Buck, I’m telling you she’s into you, just go for it already.” Steve whispered to Bucky as the girls made their way from across the lobby. Bucky couldn’t help but stare at you as you said something funny to Natasha which caused the both of you to laugh. He could hear your laugh from here and it made his heart skip. His eyes scanned your body appreciatively before he realized that every single guy in the club would be doing the exact same thing. Even worse? They would have the nerve to talk to you, ask you to dance, and worst of all, ask you to come home with them. His stomach immediately soured at the thought. Bucky wanted nothing more than to be that guy, but every time he tried his throat would try up, his stomach would twist in knots, and his mind would completely blank on him aborting the mission before it even began. He wasn’t the same guy that he was back in the forties. He could flirt with dames all day, but not with you. He was a guy out of time, and you were out of his league. You made him nervous.

You looked away from Natasha when you caught up with the rest of the group in the main lobby just to catch a glimpse of Bucky looking away from you. As much as Natasha assured you that Bucky was into you, you couldn’t help but be disappointed by the lack of a reaction from him. Natasha noticed the look in your eyes and knew where your thoughts were. You were your own worst critic and your nerves often got the best of you if others lives weren’t at stake.

“Alright boys, you all ready?” You spoke to the guys, but avoided a certain super soldiers eyes.

“Hell yeah, let’s get this party started!” Sam said excitedly. It looks like you may not have been the only one eager to get out tonight. Before you could loop your arm with Natasha’s, she had moved towards Steve talking to him and walking ahead of the group. Wanda and Vision, Tony and Pepper followed them, and Bruce and Thor were talking about science and magic, along with Sam and Clint talking about weaponry. The left you and Bucky to follow up last.

As soon as you walked out of the tower you almost slipped on a patch of black ice outside the tower. Instead of feeling the cold, hard ground under your butt, you felt a solid, warm chest against your back, and two strong arms catching you.

“You okay, Doll?” Bucky whispered against the shell of your ear.

A breathy, “yeah,” escaped your lips as Bucky helped you regain your footing. You managed to stutter out a tank you to Bucky while keeping your head a bit tilted towards the sidewalk, but you managed to sneak a look up through your eyelashes to see a small smile grace his face. You couldn’t tell if he was blushing or if his face was just red from the bitter cold New York air. You involuntarily shivered before you wrapped your arms around yourself and began walking towards the club having already fallen behind the others by about a block. You felt something being draped over your shoulders.

“At least ‘til we get to the club?” Bucky said staving off the protest that was on your lips. You knew that Bucky hated the cold, but you couldn’t ignore the plea in his eyes and conceded to his request with a grateful smile and a nod of your head, your cheeks feeling even hotter than before. You and Bucky walked quickly, but carefully, and caught up with the others just before entering the club. You handed Bucky his jacket back, thanking him before Wanda excitedly pulled you towards the bar for drinks, while Tony got a table in a private section where everyone could sit down and drink, but have a good view of the dance floor. You down a couple of shots of tequila at the bar before helping Wanda carry both trays of drinks to the table. It wasn’t long until both trays of shots were empty. You could feel the buzz of alcohol singing through your blood, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit more relaxed because of it. You could feel the thump of the thump of blaring bass through the floor and when the song changed Wanda was grabbing yours and Nat’s hands and heading to the dance floor. The three of you danced, and it wasn’t long until a couple of the guys joined you three. You saw Vision try to mimic everyone else, but his movements were definitely a little awkward. Wanda simply just grabbed his hands that rested on her hips and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned against his chest looking completely content as they swayed side-to-side, disregarding the beat of the music. You saw Clint make his way behind Nat resting his hands on her hips before turning her around to face him as they started dancing. It was long before you heard the deep Southern voice of Sam in your ear.

“I know I’m not a certain blue-eyed super soldier, but do you mind if I have this dance.” He asked, his voice barely audible over the loud music even though he was speaking into your ear from behind you. You turned around and nodded. You two began dancing and it wasn’t long before Sam had you laughing from spinning you in a circle. When you looked over his shoulder though, your laughter died on your lips. Bucky was putting his jacket on and making his way toward the exit. Your heart plummeted into your stomach. You were hoping Bucky would have asked you to dance and it seemed as if the moment was passing. You don’t know if it was the buzz of alcohol in your veins, or the irrational fear that if this moment passed you didn’t know if either of you would ever work up the nerve to really know each other and maybe, if you were lucky, become something more.

“Go.” Sam said, you looked at him questioningly. “Go get him, trust me.”

You didn’t wait another second before bolting after Bucky, he was too far away, and the music was too loud for even his super soldier ears to hear you calling his name. He had made it through the exit before you could call his name again where he had the potential of hearing you. You took the stairs two at a time, rolling your ankle once. Before you made it to the door that led you outside.

“Bucky!” You called his name as you threw open the door. Bucky turned around shocked that you were standing there. You took a wobbly step onto the sidewalk, letting the door shut behind you. Bucky noticed the wobble in your step and jogged over to you before you could almost fall for a second time that night, while he loved seeing you in heels, he didn’t love the idea of seeing you fall in them.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” You blurted out. Grace was beyond you at this point, in all honesty it was probably beyond you three shots of tequila ago, but your irrational panic wasn’t helping anything here either. Bucky looked down at his shoes, taking a breath before stumbling around his words to answer your question.

“I just, I guess, I thought you wouldn’t want to be with someone like me.”

“Like you? What do you mean someone like you?” Bucky took a deep breath before making eye contact with you and the look in his eyes broke your heart.

“Someone like me, I’m a monster. I’ve killed people, even though I wasn’t mentally there at the time, it was still me that did it. I’m an experiment gone wrong, well, right for HYDRA, but wrong. I’m broken, and you deserve someone whole. Someone good. Someone that isn’t me. Someone like Sam probably.” At that moment it dawned on you, Bucky even if Bucky saw you down to your core, he couldn’t see himself clearly.

“Dance with me?” Your small voice cracked out.

“What? There isn’t even music playing out here.”

“It won’t kill ya.” You reply back coyly, a hopeful smile playing at your lips. Bucky looked at you for a minute before moving towards you apprehensively, he rested his hands gently at your waist, just a feather light touch from his metal one. Your hands made their way to behind his neck. You two swayed slowly back and forth. It took you a minute to gather your scattered thoughts before you spoke up.

“You’re not a monster you know,” you began, your voice just above a whisper, but you could tell by the way his muscles stiffened that he had heard you.

“A monster doesn’t feel remorse for pain they caused, they don’t feel guilt. They don’t worry about others more than themselves, or worry about others at all. Monsters don’t try to right their wrongs, or fight evil. Good people do. So, you aren’t a monster Bucky, and just because HYDRA experimented on you doesn’t make that the only thing about you. I wish they hadn’t done all those awful things to you, but I am glad they saved your life, because if they hadn’t you probably wouldn’t be here right now, and I wouldn’t be hopelessly in love with you. I love how strong you are because most people wouldn’t have survived everything you’ve been through, let alone survive and come out the other side strong and fighting back. I love how you seem so sure of yourself, and every move you make with the team when we’re out on a mission because there are times I’m scared absolutely shitless, but then I look over at you, and you’re strong, and not just physically, but you make me feel safe because I know you have my back. Everyone always thinks I’m strong, and brave to the point of fearless, and smart, but I doubt myself constantly, and I’m always worried about making the wrong move and who it will effect and that if I make the wrong one it would be all my fault, and what if someone got hurt because of me and I can’t fix it-”

Bucky placed both hands on the side of your face, tilting your head to look up towards his before leaning down and kissing you in the middle of your rant. You could taste the citrus and mint on his lips from the mojito he drank at the club. You pressed your body against Bucky’s and kissed him back. Your tequila-addled brain quickly losing it’s previous train of thought as the thought that Bucky’s lips were really on yours consumed you. By the time you broke apart you both were needing air. Bucky rested his forehead against yours.

“I wanna know ya, Doll.”

“I wanna know ya too, Bucky. Every part of you.” You could see the internal struggle Bucky was dealing with, worried that if you knew every part of him it would scare you away. He nodded his head before whispering four words you thought you’d never hear.

“I love ya too, Doll.”

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ill-skillsgard · 5 years

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Ascent - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Ascent

Warning: 18+ voyeurism/masturbation/language

Description: A collection of scents and scenes strung together by strange sequences of secrecy and surveyance.

A/N: DAMNIT YOU GUYS. This is my 3rd time posting this fic. It will no longer include the image of the sexy Bill look-alike wanking because wE cAn’T hAvE NiCe tHiNgS. Also, please don’t ask me to send the image because I can’t be sure of ages and I won’t be dinged for providing pr0nz to potentially underage people. I’m so sorry. I tried!

ISO: Quiet roommate; preferably female. Males acceptable too if you're cleanly. Split rent loft in quaint & upscale Rosewell neighbourhood with everything included. 1200 upfront first and last and then rent can be negotiated. E-mail. Do not call/text.

I only had 900 dollars on me but I figured if I e-mailed the person that had put out the ad and set up a time to meet the following week then I could earn enough in tips to cover the rest. Easy as that. Breathing became a little less laboured once I sat back on my futon and realized that I wasn't quite as fucked as I initially thought. Then I wondered how in the hell somebody could use the words quaint and upscale to describe the same neighbourhood. Which one was it? Quaint or upscale? How could it be both? All I was sure of was that I had to find a roommate quickly. The new landlord of my apartment building had decided that I had something to do with the junkies shooting up in the storage unit behind the building, as though I had knowledge of it the whole time and failed to make a report of it, therefore, making me part of the problem. But it wasn't just that; this guy was a jackass of ultimate proportions- a seedy little rich momma's boy that had inherited his parents' sense of self-entitlement and strings of real estate offices spanning across the city and surrounding counties. We did not click at all upon first meeting when he made his rounds to see exactly what kind of tenants he would be dealing with. In fact, the moment I opened the door to my apartment and he peered in to see the apparent cluster-bomb that had gone off in my bachelorette pad, he set his sights on destroying me, or at the very least, evicting me. If only I hadn't answered the door in my stained sweatpants and wrinkled t-shirt from a decade ago when my taste in music remained under-developed. If only I hadn't had the day's worth of crusted mascara stuck in the inner corners of my eyes like black boogers. If I had thrown my hair up in a semi-cute messy bun, rolled down the waistband of my stretchy pants and tossed on my only reputable sweater maybe things could have gone differently. But I didn't. Instead, I let him catch a glimpse into the trash-covered world of crooked posters, laundry and pizza boxes. His prissy, Gucci-wearing ass got one whiff of my body odour and my fate was sealed. Whatever though, shit happens. Even if Millennial pretty-boy newbie landlord hated me, I didn't quite hate myself. Sure, I had had better times in my life but there had also been much worse. I was just going through my annual depression when the Summer was long gone and the scent of leaves rotting in the gutters rang in the impending frost. Who wanted to do anything but sit around and play video games or watch TV for six straight hours after work? Certainly not I. I e-mailed the guy living in Rosewell because I had been through that area once or twice and remembered that it was one of the nicer neighbourhoods; its remnants of old city charm and decadent architecture still intact. That's when I gave it a second thought. 1200 for first and last month's rent was not that much, considering the location. My brain caught up with me and I recognized that there would probably be dozens of people replying to the listing and that my chances were diminished to almost nothing. Oh well, I read on and circled more potential ads with the tip of a fresh permanent marker that was starting to give me a headrush. By some grace of luck, I received an e-mail back the next day from the person that had put out the Rosewell advertisement. It dawned on me that I also didn't know whether he or she was a he or a she or a they. It seemed mundane to ask but the person didn't include their name in the reply and their email address was an obscure reference that I wasn't sure I understood. My imagination decided to take a jog and came upon the silly little notion that perhaps this was one of those things when serial killers lure in unsuspecting victims with promises of rent so cheap in a gentle neighbourhood where nobody would think to look for a body. It was classic of me but I couldn't pretend like I wasn't thinking about it. At least death would help put a stopper in my rut. I didn't know what to expect, walking up to the building with a face sectioned off into quadrants- each with their own tiny glass door and artful wrought iron laced balcony. What kind of a person lived inside? Was it a peppy university student with a small dog and a knack for pulling off an active-wear-is-all-I-wear look? Could it be another snotty, uptight rich boy like my fuck-bag of a landlord? Or perhaps it was a nice older lady that fancied her wine and lived in an effortlessly baroque den, lined with books and trinkets from her travels abroad. Either way, I just hoped they approved of me since I had taken the time to shower, put on a bit of makeup and dress like the clothes I owned weren't questionably clean or variably dirty all the time. The door was painted black and nobody could see through the glimmering panels of stained glass that made up an intricate checkerboard of red and blue with two cantaloupe roses coiling up and away from each other, petals agape and ready to fall. I gave the door a good look over with a smug grimace that was just a feint for my awe. The place was definitely too nice for me but I soldiered on and smiled when I heard the door being unlocked. A man opened the door and the scent of wood and something else immediately wafted out like a ghost casually passing by. Not only was he a man, but a looming sculpture dressed in a sagging brown wool sweater that threw me off from my rehearsed speech. He was tall, pale and had such striking eyes behind his glasses that I couldn't quite meet them without feeling some hint of discomfort. It was like somebody had tossed a limp rug on the statue of David the way his knitted sleeves hung loosely around thick veiny wrists. "Hi. Bill," he motioned to himself. "Won't you come in?" "Um, yeah. Sure." The mud room was painted in tarnished blood orange and was home to a wooden rack full of men's shoes. There were trainers with hints of dirt on the toes and soles, leather dress shoes with the fancy gold buckles on the front, more dress shoes, stylish suede ankle boots, and beaver fur lined moccasins. I could taste the transition from the cool Autumn air to the musky inside of the home. The floors were all wood, the banister leading upstairs was carved from another expensive type of tree and the shelving units were solid oak stretching from floor to high ceiling. Every wall was home to some kind of meticulously placed decorative object. But there were also family photos to lend the place a warm and happy glow. Or it could have just been how the sun shone through the clear bay windows. I was led through the house, past a large cupboard tucked beneath the staircase and a small writing desk that was home to a vintage typewriter cased in filigrees of polished silver. It was then I noticed all the framed book pages lining the walls. We entered a kitchen and I was blown away by how roomy it was compared to the tight, warm front that made up the mudroom and what I had determined was a living room that had been converted into a reading room. There was no TV but there was a chaise lounge with a stack of old books reaching up to a cascading hand-carved armrest. "This is the kitchen. The fridge will be mostly yours. I just use the bottom shelf and the crisper on the left. I just ask that you keep your section clean." "Right," I nodded. "The stove is gas, the fireplace is gas... Everything is gas in here. Um... It gets kind of cold in the winter because the electric baseboards don't really work. If you turn them on it makes the whole place smell like burning sawdust. So... You can use a plug-in heater in your room but... Just wear slippers on the floors." "Oh, okay. Good to know." "Uh... Yeah. The laundry room is through there. I also keep my bike back there. There's another rack mount for a bike if you have one." "No, just my car." "Hmm," Bill pondered with a grimace. I bit my lip and hoped that he wasn't biting his lip from derision. He took in a breath through one of the daintiest noses I had ever seen on a man and adjusted his glasses for a moment before pulling them off completely to wipe the lenses on the hem of his brown knit sweater. "Parking can be kind of a bitch around here," he warned. "Yeah, " I chuckled. "I probably pulled around the block six times before something opened up." "You'll have to get used to that... Or just get a bike like everyone else." With a forced laugh, I attempted to hide the odd sense of shame that he had instilled by suggesting that nobody around these parts bothered with silly things like motor vehicles. Fuck, that could mean he was some sort of health nut that would turn his nose up if he saw the types of meals I made for myself and how lazy I could get. Aside from his alarming curtness, Bill seemed to be calm and easygoing. The house was a wooden ladder of a place; stacked with his worldly possessions and Scandinavian accouterments. It was easy to conclude that he was a single man that kept to himself and I did my best to show him that I fit into the same category. Although, it seemed as though he had already decided that I was moving in. He referred to everything as his, mine or ours and led me through the rest of the house like both our minds were already made up. "Here's the room. It's right next to mine. You have an en-suite bathroom. Toilet kind of acts up once in a while and the shower drain is prone to clogging but it's all easy fixes. Oh... And the walls are kind of thin. I ask that if you have guests over in the evening to keep the socializing downstairs. I suppose I can't really stop you from having people in your room but... I do enjoy my quiet." "That's okay. I don't really hang out with too many people," I said. Bill strolled into the center of the empty room, the soles of his shoes hitting the floor echoed off the bright white walls. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers as he spun on a heel to face me. His shoulders drew up to his ears and for the first time, he cracked a smile. It didn't last long and was accompanied by a shrug of closure. "What do you think?" He asked. "It's nice. I like it. A lot. It's very... Homey." Bill nodded, "yes. So will you take it?" "Uh... You don't have any questions for me? Or anyone else to show the place to?" His full lips set into another grimace as though my question scratched the scab off of a wound that had yet to close. Swallowing hard, I immediately began to regret my inquiry. I should have just been grateful that he saw fit to trust me without so much as delving into my history. "To be frank, I'm not really interested in knowing a lot about you. The less we know about each other, the better. I just need a quiet tenant that won't bother me much and you seem like a sensible woman with your own distractions." "Oh." "I don't mean to sound insensitive." "It's okay. I get it." "You have a job, of course?" "Yes." "Well, that's all I need to know. Just make your rent payments on time and we'll get along." "Not a problem. Sounds good." The entire moving process took a little over a month to complete. I gave my notices where they were due, rented a small truck to pack my things into and drove it across town after handing the keys to the fuck-bag landlord who seemed more than thrilled to watch me departing. Bill had already given me keys to the house and when I arrived the first of the month he was nowhere to be found. Luckily, my possessions didn't extend further than my bed, wardrobe, futon and a couple of side tables that had collected more dust than I thought. After hauling up the ripping black trash bags I had stuffed full of clothes, I tried to decipher a way to get my bed up the winding stairs without scratching the wood or getting myself stuck in a corner. It would have been easier if I had another set of hands and I wanted to clear the halls of all my things before Bill came home and saw the clutter in the front hall. Something told me he was not a fan of mess and I had left a heaving trail all over the mudroom, halls and stairs. With my bed frame already stuck on the first few steps, I decided to sit down and reevaluate my strategy. It was definitely a two-person job that I would not be able to complete on my own. "Fuck, " I cursed as I pulled out my cell phone to make a call to the only person I knew that would be willing to give me a hand; my cousin. On the third ring, I heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps coming through. I was sat on the stairs pouting, my cell clutched to my ear and my breath hitched in my throat. Bill looked up at me from the first-floor landing through the rails of the staircase and smirked at me. "Need some help?" He asked. I immediately terminated the call to my cousin before he could pick up. Shooting up from the fifth step up, I smoothed out the front of my shirt and tried to make it seem like I wasn't about to burst into tears of frustration. "Um, yes. Sorry. I thought I could do it by myself." "No worries," Bill said as he lifted the edge of the bed frame that was hanging off the first step. We dislodged the frame and slowly carried it upstairs but not without a few grunts of effort and sighs when we finally made it to the top floor. Bill's arms were bulging with the strain and when he helped me gently lay the frame down on the floor I couldn't help but stare at the muscles I never knew he had. We had only had a handful of encounters and each time he had been wearing baggy clothes that veiled the true form of his body. Bill helped me bring everything else I had upstairs and once the last of my belongings arrived he evaluated the mess that I would have to organize myself. Half my clothes were spilling out of bags and my furniture was yet to find a proper place. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Unless you have anything else?" "No. This is it. Thanks for your help." "No problem," he nodded with a small pointed smile that brought out a sweetness in his face before exiting the room. I heard the sounds of his footsteps drumming down the stairs but before I had the chance to get to work unpacking, Bill came back. When I looked up at him he had a peculiar look on his face that I couldn't read. It may have been a cross between uncertainty and embarrassment. "You um... These were on the stairs," he showed me what he had clutched in his hand and the moment I realized that the black material in his hand was a pair of my underwear, I paled. "Oh my god," I laughed uneasily. "I'm so sorry. They must have fallen out when I was dragging the bags up the steps. My panties looked crumpled and insignificant in his large hand as he dangled them between two fingers for me to grab. When I caught them I stuffed them in my pocket immediately and blushed even harder than I had when he had come home to see me flustered on the stairs. "It's all right. Could be worse things to find," he pointed out. "I guess so," I chuckled. Bill smirked at me, eyes darting to the pocket that contained the stray panties and gave me one last glance before leaving me to stew in my mortification. Once I was certain Bill was gone, I took the panties out to evaluate just how embarrassed I should have been. The last thing I needed was for my new roommate to have already discovered a pair of my dirty underwear on the floor. They were generic and made of stretchy faux lace that covered next to no ass cheek but I would have considered them to be a good go-to pair nonetheless. Based on visual inspection and a quick sniff, I was assured that everything checked out and Bill hadn't had the displeasure of picking up a pair of my period panties with the permanent stains in the crotch. If anyone had to have found a pair of my underwear I was glad it was a sexy pair and not ones that I had been hanging onto since high school. But because it was a man that had found them, I felt a strange yearning for approval. I thought about what he could have been thinking about for a long time as I set up my bed and unpacked my necessities. It was going to be weird having a roommate.

~*~

Bill was a strange man. Bill had an office in his room and a writing desk stacked with papers and manuscripts. Bill was a writer. When I asked him if I could read something he had written he said nothing. He only peered at me warily over his wire-framed glasses. We were in the kitchen at the same time and I figured it friendly to strike up a conversation. I had seen all of his papers and looked at all of the stuff he had in the house by then and deduced that he had to have been a writer. All I got from him was a gentle shrug of his stately shoulders and a mumble that I couldn't hear. "You're a writer, aren't you?" I continued. "Yes. I suppose, in a way I am." "Ever had anything published?" Bill rapidly shook his head and muttered, "not here, no. Back home... In university. But not here." The subject of him being a writer seemed touchy so I left my line of questioning at that while I boiled water to make tea. I couldn't help but watch him on the other side of the kitchen preparing his lunch because he was comically lanky yet carried himself with graciousness and poise. His side profile was vexing to me as well. It was then that I realized that Bill was not just commonly handsome, but sculpted in a way that I wasn't used to seeing. With a cute boyish nose and arrestive eyes that shone light green through the lenses of his glasses, I felt that old familiar pang of a crush plunging its way from my chest to my gut and all the way down to my groin. He didn't speak much and I hardly ever saw him because he was always in his room with the door shut. I had a feeling that me bringing up his writing had alarmed him into keeping the door closed at all times. It must have been an adjustment for him to go from living alone to having somebody sleeping in the room right next to him. I tried not to make much of the crush but the times that I did see Bill I always tried to stare for as long as possible. He was a mystery to me; a person living in the very same quarters but with a totally separate life that I had no windows into. Bill had pictures of him and a lot of other people that looked kind of like him so I tried to piece together what his family was like without asking him personally. The family photos were all in chunky brass frames and placed in a strategically sporadic way on the wall shelf. There were many books and three different runs of encyclopedic information stacked side by side with their brightly dyed leather spines displaying a prestigious title and the volume number, but it was the pictures that intrigued me most. By the looks of it, Bill had a lot of brothers and a sister. The longer I analyzed each shelf the more I managed to paint a picture of him for myself based on his belongings. There was a photo of Bill next to some other men of similar heights and facial structures, all dressed warmly and huddled together, each with his own version of a charming smile on. It was amusing to see pictures of him smiling since he had hardly tossed more than a crooked smirk my way. I wasn't sure if Bill was standoffish or if he thought me a slob because of the first day I arrived. The house was cleaner than any place I had ever had by myself and I gathered that he liked to keep it that way. I remembered what it had said in his ad about cleanliness. Maybe I had disgusted him. He had been so sold on having me as his roommate but that was weeks ago and he hadn't tried to engage me much since. It didn't weigh heavily on my mind for long. After all, even though I was the crusty definition of a bachelorette, I could put it together that trying to fuck my roommate that I didn't know was probably a surefire way to complicate things beyond repair. And the place was nice. I wanted to stay and I wanted Bill to like me.

~*~

I walked into his room when I knew for certain that he was gone. I don't know why the sudden urge overtook me and steered me to his bedroom door. I opened it and a waft of his scent came over me. It was like fresh cotton and chopped wood or an old book that had been kept in pristine condition. His writing desk beckoned me so I went without hesitation to cast my eyes over the papers on its surface. There were some printed pages full of words with hand-written notes scribbled in the margins. One of the most eye-catching pieces was a mostly blank white page that had been the last of the bunch to be placed upon the altar of his creative expositions.

I can't get enough of the scent that she left behind.

After reading that one line, I snapped out of my mindless intrusion and left his bedroom at once. Why I had gone in there in the first place was a mystery and I was overcome with guilt that pushed me in the direction of avoidance. I felt somehow he would know that I had gone into his room without permission.

~*~

A man from work had asked me out on a date and I stood in the shower vigorously washing the shampoo out of my hair. I was already late and had to scramble to put together an outfit out of what little clean clothing I had. There had been no time for me to do any laundry so I made do with an old sundress that I had worn the shit out of the Summer before, a pair of black nylon leggings with a hole in the crotch and the only pair of underwear that I could find that wasn't stretched out from me wearing them. I had laid out everything on my bed and bustled around trying to find my good face moisturizer and the only high-end lipstick that I had been coveting for the better part of two years. When I got dressed, I had somehow lost pieces of my attire along the way and rushed around looking for the underwear that I had dubbed acceptable to wear out on a date. My phone went off with a notification from my date saying that he was circling around the block again because he couldn't find a place to park. I quickly messaged him back and told him I would be down in five short minutes. Forgoing the panties, I hiked on my nylons and hoped that the skirt of my dress would manage to cover me enough all night that I didn't accidentally flash my pussy while getting in and out of his car. The date was boring and I didn't find myself connecting with him as we had at work. Maybe it was because we were co-workers or maybe it was because he was smiling too much at me the whole time, but I decided to put an end to the night after a dessert and the last of a bottle of cheap wine. When I got home, I shut the door and pulled my vibrator out of my empty underwear drawer.

~*~

In the morning on one of my days off, I stood in the kitchen making myself a pathetic breakfast of two pieces of toast with a slice of tomato and chunks of a too-ripe avocado splattered between them. First I was focused and calm and then suddenly I felt like something had materialized behind me. When I turned around, I let out a gasp as I noticed Bill standing next to me with no shirt on, his hair a mess and his eyes half-closed. "Sorry," he breathed through his nose. "Need a glass, please." I got out of his way and watched as he opened the cupboard that I had been standing in front of and took out a clean glass to pour water into. My eyes were drawn to the burgeoning of hair from his armpits when he reached to the top shelf. Without saying a word, he filled his glass from the tap and then walked back upstairs casually sipping his water. I don't know how he had managed to sneak up on me without me hearing the floorboards protesting beneath his feet but it had happened and my heart continued to race until I heard him enter his bedroom right above the kitchen.

~*~

I had tossed my laundry into the dryer and let it run while I left for work. When I got home my laundry was all folded and put back in my basket. My jeans and work pants were on the bottom, my shirts the second tier and then several pairs of my panties had been folded neatly in halves and placed on top. "Um... Okay," I whispered to myself, lifting the basket off the dryer that was still rumbling full of Bill's laundry.

~*~

A nap was on the immediate horizon for me when I got home from work. I kicked my shoes off as soon as I got in the door and made right for my bedroom. Bill must not have heard me climbing the stairs as I hadn't heard him come up behind me the week before because his door was open and what I saw halted me in my place and robbed me of the abilities to breath or think. There he was, laying on his bed naked with his right hand wrapped around his dick. But it wasn't that he was stroking himself that caught me completely off-guard, it was what he clutched to his nose and mouth with his other hand; the pair of my panties that he had discovered on the floor all those weeks ago when I first moved in. Rooted with panic and intrigue, I covered my mouth and watched on from the third-to-last step at the man taking deep breaths of my underwear while he pulled on his cock and massaged his balls. When I heard a faint groan leave his mouth I felt my floodgates crashing open. The tingle I felt budding from my clit grew so strong that my hands went numb and my face turned red-hot. There was no way that Bill hadn't heard me coming in the door and ascending the steps. But if he knew that I was there watching him play with himself, he didn't acknowledge it. He was in his own world of pleasure, getting high off the fumes that I had infused into the fabric of the underwear he was meddling with his fingers. I wanted to watch him shoot his cum from the tip of his cock but I was so scared that he would see me that I cowered back so that if his gaze did travel beyond the walls of his bedroom, perhaps he wouldn't catch me staring. Another long, deep moan left him and the sound of it somehow filled every sense I had. It was as though I could smell what he was smelling, feel how he was feeling and the taste left behind in my mouth was wetted with saliva being over-produced by my own sexual appetite. I pictured him kissing my clit, pushing my legs back and using his tongue to bore into me, letting it run down, down, down so he could taste every inch of me. A gasp nearly escaped me when I saw him push the crotch of my stolen panties into his mouth. His head dropped back into his pillows and his slow, languid strokes of his cock turned erratic. "Fuck!" He emitted after spitting the panties out and dragging them down his body to wrap around the base of his shaft. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Mmm, my god." After a minute of every muscle in his body flexing, it looked like he was inches away from coming and I leaned forward with my hand out on the last step to balance myself so I could watch the end result. It took a bit longer than I expected but I watched on unblinkingly until he finally managed to pump out an orgasm that ripped through his body and exited him in a glorious spurt of cum. Then there was another spurt and another, all landing in a perfect sticky mess over his stomach and chest. The sun coming in through his window glittered over his spackled body while a dryness hardened my tongue. I gawked as he moved to mop up his own mess with my black lace panties. What he was going to do next was as much a mystery to me as the last ten minutes I had spent as a voyeur. His cock laid over the top of his thigh and shrunk with each passing second while he rolled my panties up into a ball with his fist. All of his muscles relaxed and he sank further into the bed, closed his eyes all the while my stolen cum-soaked panties remained clutched to his chest like a cross. I could almost smell the musk permeating from the open door. Slowly, I descended the stairs one by painstaking one.

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