#leave my moonshine boy alone

[violetlunette]

[kaciebello]

Left on delivered

Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff! reader (use of she/her, no use of y/n) Masterlist Delivery Express ✿ Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts. One delivery does not go as planned. Warnings: mention cigarettes, alcohol, jumping off of the astronomy tower.  Authors note: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. I want to spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only :( • Previously: Delivery fees • Next part: Wrong address  Words: 1242 ish

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Astronomy Tower was a popular place to meet up even after curfew. Many see it as a romantic spot and meet up there to stargaze with their partner on a Friday night. Tonight however the sky was covered in clouds and there were no stars in sight. That's why a group of familiar boys hung out there. With this weather, nobody is surprised to see them smoking there. Nobody would also question the bubbling cauldron in the corner. Well, nobody should.

Light steps could be heard on the metal staircase, only catching the attention of two boys of the group. From the stairs, a familiar girl appears not noticing the boys yet as she plays with the note in her hand. At this time of day, she no longer wore her school-issued uniform. Her all-black outfit is broken up by the yellow ribbon in her hair. A look of confusion appears on her face as she notices the boys hanging out.

“ Group date?” She teases and walks to them, her arms falling alongside her body. A mocking ‘ haha’ is heard from Mattheo from the other side. The girl cannot tell if it's the mist or just an excessive amount of cigarette smoke that makes the air so stuffy. She makes her way over to the railing and leans her back on it, facing the group.

“ As if, I would have taken myself on something way more romantic. Trying to make moonshine is not my idea of a date, sunshine.”  Announces Draco, who is in charge of stirring said moonshine at the moment. Chuckles from his friends can be heard.

“Please, all you could manage is a box of candy and half-dead flowers.” Argues Blaise not even looking up from the oranges he's been cutting and dropping them in the cauldron.

“ Excuse me?” Draco whips his head to him.

“You are excused.” Blaise simply says. A string of words leaves Draco's mouth about how his friend is in the wrong and he should see what amazing dates he can take him on. The girl decides to tune those two out as their conversation seems way too personal to listen in. Her attention turns to two smoking boys standing next to her. 

“ Why, wanna join us?” Asks her Matteo, cocking his eyebrow. Shaking her head in disagreement, deciding she’s very much against that idea.

“ Why not? Who can say they have 5  boyfriends.” Argues Theo, cigarette loosely hanging from the corner of his mouth. 

“I hardly want to date a single individual, let alone all of you. It might be better for me to date a dementor.” She says. A fake offended gasp can be heard from the two. At the same time, Lorenzo approaches the three. He stands next to his friend and crosses his arms.

“None of us, hmm?” He says in a teasing tone. the girl just rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the railing. Turning to face the outside part. A laugh can be heard from them before Lorenzo speaks up again.

“You want me so bad.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The voices in my head are telling me.” He just shrugs and moves on to check on the moonshine. ‘ Unbelibelve ‘ leaves the girl quietly. Interested in the moonshine she follows him and sits down next to Draco.

“ What are you even doing here?” he asks giving up on the stirring and just charming the spatula. She raises the note in her hand to view. Before gloomily setting it on her lap. A noise of understanding leaves him before turning to Lorenzo for a conversation. The two other boys join the group and also it down.

“Is that one for us?” Theodor points out the note. She just shook her head but went to check her watch. Seeing the time she frowns and turns her gaze to the stairs, as if waiting for something. Before turning back to the group with a sigh.

“Oh god, are you here waiting for someone??” A shocked tone leaves Lorenzo as a horrified expression forms on his face. His friends are quick to follow with the same. Lastly, the girl forms a shocked face as well.

“What?? NO!” She yelps in a hurry and waves her hands in front of her. “ Why would you think that???”

“You're all gloomy! and no one comes here other than to meet up with their date! OH MY GOD, YOU GOT STOOD UP!” His hands fly to cover his mouth. The girl sits there in disbelief, her chin almost on the floor from Lorenzo's ‘amazing’ detective skills. A hand gently closes her mouth. She watches them all panic, unaware of what to do in a situation like this. Few not-so-comforting words are thrown in her direction.

“I'm not the one who's getting stood up! Technically.” She says making all of them come to a stop.

“What?” She lifted the note that was sitting on her lap. All eyes are on it.

“ The person who gave me this note is getting stood up.” Was all it took for cheers and sighs of reveal to be heard among the group. The note is snitched from her hand by Blaise as he opens it to read it. She chases it but unsuccessfully. After a few moments a confused look forms on his face.

“ This is a breakup note.” He just says a passes the note to Lorenzo next to him. The girls just nod.

“I was supposed to give it to the person, but he never showed up.” She explains. “ So I guess the feelings are mutual.” Silence falls upon them as the note makes her way to the girl. She sets it down in one of the many nooks on the wall.

“This is why you're so gloomy? Because someone else broke up? Girl, you had me worried.” Says Lorenzo and crawls to the girl. Inevitably, traps her in a makeshift hug as he lays on top of her. ‘ Mate, you heavy.’ leaves her but is muffled. The group returns to their usual chatter and ignores the two. After some time the girl manages to push her friend off her and to the side, where he now fake sobbed from a broken heart. Sitting up, she gets passed a cup of presumably finished moonshine.

She gives that one to her friend and takes the next one, giving it a proper smell. The boys around her, seemingly not worried about the safety of the cauldron made moonshine all chug it down in one motion. She takes a sip and immediately retracts from the cup. Her face twists in disgust. Setting the cup down, determined to never touch it again, she watches as her friends celebrate the bach. Conjuring up some snacks and filling their cups with another round of the disgusting liquid. Making a mental note, not to ever deliver the Slytherin moonshine as it could be a safety hazard.

The night went on as no other student dared to show up at the astronomy tower after hearing the group from the bottom of the stairs. Any deliveries forgot in a second.  None of them seem to notice the wind picking up, the note breakup note now gone. Later that night, when everything calms down. A soft chatter of the group can be heard. The girl gets a tap on her shoulder. Turning to her friend who motions for her to lean in.

“Ya know,” whispers Lorenzo, “If you made that all up, I understand. And, I heard I can be a great rebound…” The girl gets up from her spot, makes her way to the railing, and starts climbing over it. The only thing that stops her from jumping is male hands that pull her back to the group and laughter from the other boys.

Notes to deliver: 136

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[slutforelliealways]

Can’t move on ElliexFemmeReader

Synopsis: You were with Ellie when she took her revenge on Abby, you were with her when she was healing from her loss of Joel. You patched her up every time she was injured and held her in every panic attack. So when she up and broke up with you because things got hard for you years later, it wasn’t so easy to forgive her.

Part of this story is inspired by the song Watermelon Moonshine by Lainey Wilson, you'll know it when you get to it I don't wanna spoil too much. Lots of fluff and angst. Some smut and fluff with smut, also arguing and like mean Ellie at some points. Also there's a shit ton of flashbacks to different points in their relationship. This is long as fuck but I wasn't sure when a good stopping point was. Hopefully, you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“Are you serious? You’re just gonna up and leave? Ellie please! We have a life together we have a home and a future here, you can’t just let that go!” Your eyes were stinging, you’d been going at it for hours now trying to keep her from leaving.

“I’m sorry, this just isn’t right for me anymore. I’ve got to be on my own for a while.” She was packing her bags and hadn’t looked at you since she started the argument.

“So what I’m just supposed to wait around for you to come back? Hoping you’ll snap out of whatever the fuck this is?” You threw your hands up in defeat. “You know what?”

“What y/n?”

“Fuck you! Keep the house, i don’t want to live with your ghost.” You grabbed your bag and stuffed it with as many clothes it would fit and walked out the door.

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That was the last time you’d spoken to Ellie Williams in two years, Ellie had came in around year five or six of you living there (you’d been in Jackson for 12 years total), she had Joel with her and you knew of him from his brother Tommy and his wife Maria. They had wanted you to stay with them but you insisted you could take care of yourself, this was true. Your parents had both gotten bit trying to keep you out of harms way early on in life, you’d been on your own since you were 10. You spent six months surviving the harsh world on your own until you stumbled onto the small town of Jackson one early morning, since then you’d become a valued member of society there. It started with gardening and tending to the animals, once you hit 16 you were allowed to do patrol with Tommy or Joel for a while. Finally you’d become their sneakiest and stealthiest soldier and they trusted you to do pretty much anything you wanted, this was when Ellie was finally allowed to go out and they set you two up so you could show her the ropes.

Your romance started off sweet and innocent at first, simply flirting and laughing on your patrols. Racing your horses and dodging any danger you couldn’t outrun. Ellie’s crush was a lot more obvious at first than yours was, you’d never been romantically involved with anyone let alone a girl. Sure a few boys had approached you throughout your time at Jackson but it never went past the first date. Your first kiss was Dina and it was on a dare from spin the bottle, she started dating Jesse shortly there after so you never even had the chance to catch a crush on her. Ellie was gentle before Joel passed, it was a different side of her that you’d hoped would come back one day. You spent years patching her back together, being patient when she had her mean moments and lulling her back to sleep after a nightmare. So when she came home one day and just started packing her bags it hit you like a ton of bricks.

You’d managed to move on with life after a few months of mourning, taking your old patrol back and hanging out with your friends in your spare time. While Ellie and you had been gone avenging her late father, Dina and Jesse had started a family of their own. JJ their son, was a cute chunky little boy. Dina loved being a mother and had since stopped doing patrols since it was so dangerous, Jesse wanted to keep protecting Jackson and knew his best shot at staying alive was doing patrols with you. This routine stayed put for almost a full two years, until one morning you heard a knock on your door.

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“I’m coming Jeez! Let me put some clothes on.” You shouted at whoever was standing on the other side.

“Hurry up!” It was Tommy.

You sniffed around for something clean or just clean enough and threw it on, opening the door to a blizzard and a frozen Tommy standing in front of you. “What can I do for you Mr. Miller?”

“Please, you’ve called me Tommy since you got here don’t switch it up now. I need to ask you a favor.” He took a step forward to incline you to invite him in.

“Oh sorry, come on in. Place is a mess but it’s not yours so I won’t apologize.” You snickered, waving him inside and taking a seat at your dinner table. “What’s the favor you need?”

“Got any coffee?” He asked.

“You know I do, is that the favor?”

“Make us some would ya?” He pointed to the coffee maker.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes and got up.

“Listen kid, I wouldn’t ask you this if I had any other choice.” He was speaking low and hesitantly.

“Are you gonna keep tip toeing around the subject till we both die or you gonna spill the beans?” You put the coffee maker on and turned around, leaning against your counter you crossed your arms and tilted your head at him.

“It’s about your route for patrol.” He bowed his head, “I tried bargaining with Maria but you know how she is.”

“She switching my route up or something?”

“She’s switching your partner.” He looked up at you with sympathy.

“To who?”

“I’m real sorry kiddo-“

“Who Tommy!” You stepped forward.

“Ellie.”

“No.”

“Now look I know things got… weird between you two but-“

You shook your head and chuckled out of anger, “I’m not fucking doing a route with her. She can find another partner, or she can go fuck herself i don’t really care. Why is this even happening?” The coffee maker beeped and you snapped around to shut it off.

“Listen, Maria needs more experienced people to take the longer routes. Dina doesn’t want Jesse going that far out with them havin a kid and all, you and Ellie ain’t got much to lose and you’re far more experienced. You’re a good team kid.” He eyeballed the coffee maker and you rolled your eyes before pouring him a cup and handing it to him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. You can take it to-go, I’ve heard enough from you.”

“Now cmon y/n!”

“I’ll do it.”

Tommy’s face froze in a shocked expression before his lips curled up into a smirk, “you’re really doin me a solid here. I owe ya one!”

“Your wife owes me one. You owe me a few, now get the fuck out please. I need to get ready for my shift.” You opened your front door and gestured for him to leave.

“Give me a hug so I know you’re not mad at me.” He reached his arms out.

“Fuck off.” You leaned in and nuzzled into his jacket. He smelled so much like Joel it made your eyes water. “Get out!” You shoved him lightly and he chuckled as he headed out back into the snow.

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You made sure to take a shower before leaving your house, even did your two braids extra neat to keep your hair out of your face before throwing on your dark grey beanie. You picked out your second warmest jacket, the first one being the one Ellie had gifted you for christmas one year.

“I found it while Joel and I were exploring an abandoned mall. Figured it’d keep you warm during the harsh winters. Can’t have my girl freezing while she’s protecting the town!”

You shuddered at the memory and snatched the other light brown jacket and threw it on, all your supplies were neatly packed into your dark green backpack and you were sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. You took one final deep breath before heading out to the stables to get your horse, and see Ellie again.

“Hey y/n!”

“Hey Seth! How’s my boy doing?” You waved at the stable boy and approached your horse Bentley.

“He’s a strong one! Tried reigning him in last night and he knocked me over twice, you must be teaching him to do that!” Seth laughed as he handed the reigns to you.

“Yeah maybe, it’s a good trick out there. Should teach him when and when not to do it though, sorry about that.” You patted Seth’s shoulder and saw him smile to himself. Seth was one of the boys you’d gone on a date with back when you were teenagers, he was so smitten by you that you had to cut it short and go home. It didn’t feel right leading a boy on just because you wanted to make Tommy and Maria happy by finding a partner.

“Oh hey Ellie!” Seth waved behind you and you whipped your head around to see the girl you’d been avoiding for years.

“Wassup Seth!” She waved back. Before getting a good look at her you snapped your head back to your horse.

“What’re you doing here? You’re usually second shift I thought.”

“Yeah i uh, my shift got switched to first.” She rubbed the back of her neck and avoided eye contact with you.

“Alright thanks Seth I’m gonna take Bentley to the gates okay. I’ll see you when I get back if you’re still here!” You gave his hand a quick squeeze and took Bentley with you out.

You hadn’t even made it fully to the gate before hearing hooves quickly trotting behind you, “wait up!”

“Keep up!” You shouted back at the auburn haired girl.

“I’m trying but you’re walking too fucking fast.” She said out of breath as she caught up beside you. “You done this route before?”

“Every fuckin day.” You huffed out, not even looking her direction just staring straight ahead.

“Alright. You gonna ignore me the whole time?” She leaned her head forward trying to catch your eye. Her hair was different, no longer in the bun she usually had it up in. She had half of her hair down and the other half tied up, some of the shorter pieces were framing her face and brushing her cheeks. She looked good, but you couldn’t acknowledge it.

“Just about.” You scoffed and started walking faster.

“We have to be around each other all day y/n. You can’t at least pretend to be cool with me?” She sped her walk up to keep up with you.

“Ellie, i- we’re cool okay? Just don’t feel like talking.” You came to a halt and turned to finally face her.

She froze in place, she hadn’t caught up with how you looked either. Your hair had grown, you’d gotten some new piercings and tattoos from cat. You looked older, more mature and more like a woman and not a girl. “Wow.” She gasped.

“What?” You spat out.

“You look- just, wow.” She looked you up and down and then up and down again. A smirk formed on her lips and she shifted her weight from one hip to the other.

“Thanks? Cmon we’re gonna be late.” You started walking fast again trying to get ahead of her so you could freak out for a second without her seeing.

You got to the gates and met up with the rest of the groups that were going out, Jesse walked up to you. “Dude I am so sorry I didn’t know she’d pair you up with… her.” He pointed to Ellie.

“It’s fine. You’ve got more to lose than either of us do so it makes sense they switched us, we’re good don’t sweat it.” You gave him a hug and hopped up on your horse.

“Alright gang we’ve got some new procedures to instill! First off we’re happy to see some new faces going out today, don’t worry you’re all in good hands. For the not new guys, as usual be safe and don’t run into the fire if you don’t have to. If you see anything unusual just log it down and come straight back home!” Maria looked at you when she said the last part, you’d been known to handle dangerous situations by yourself. It wasn’t that she didn’t think you couldn’t handle it, it was the fact that you were the closest thing her and Tommy had to a daughter so losing you would ruin their world. You nodded at her and she dropped her gaze and continued, “for my new routers and new partners, be a good team. Work together, and remember to communicate a lot and keep conversation going to ensure you’re both okay. Everything else you should already know. Now go, be safe and come back to us!” She nodded for the guys to open the gates and two by two every pair rode off and split to their respected routes.

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You and Ellie rode in silence for a while, she’d ask a question or try and crack a joke and you’d simply respond by humming to yourself. After a couple hours she finally gave up and simply rode next to you, once you’d gotten about halfway through your route you found a good spot to have lunch and you paused and hopped off Bentley. You tied him up to a tree and plopped yourself down on a tree that had fallen a couple harsh winters ago, Tommy had pointed it out and you made a mental note of it as a check point if you ever got lost.

“We can stop here for a bit, I’m hungry.” You announced dryly.

“Sounds good I’m starving!” She hopped down from her horse shimmer and tied her up next to Bentley. She eagerly sat down next to you and began rummaging through her bag for food.

“You didn’t bring anything did you?” You more stated than asked her. You knew she hadn’t, her appetite hadn’t been the greatest but neither had her memory, back when you did patrol with her you always had to share your lunch with her since she always left hers somewhere else.

“No I did I know it’s in here some-“ you shoved your sandwich bag in her face which had half a chicken sandwich in there. “Oh, thanks.” She smiled at you.

“Yup.” You took a bite to prevent you from having to say anything else.

“So how’ve you been?” She said with her mouth full.

“Huh?”

“Sorry”, she swallowed, “how’ve you been?”

“Fine.” You took another bite.

“Just fine?” She questioned.

“What exactly are you expecting to come out of this conversation Ellie?” She looked shocked at your statement, you’d never been harsh with her before. Always gentle and coddling, she was supposed to be the harsh and mean one.

“Look I know I fucked up but just hear me out-“

“Fucked up? Fucking up is burning the coffee, missing a step on the stairs, letting the dog out without a leash, and dropping paint on your shoes. You broke up with me because I started having nightmares and you couldn’t handle them. You didn’t fuck up Ellie you fucked me. You dipped and I never heard from you again. So please spare me the theatrics and apologies and let’s just keep this professional okay?” Your appetite was gone and you threw the remainder of your sandwich out in the woods.

"I could have ate that", she exclaimed.

"You've already taken enough from me." You snapped back and stood up. "We'd better get going, the sun is gonna start setting soon and I don't wanna get caught in the dark." You undid Bentley's reign, shimmers too, and handed her off to Ellie before mounting Bentley.

"How much further up do we need to go?" She shouted from behind you.

"Couple more miles! Then we just make our way back, it's a super easy route it's just longer than what you're used to." You shouted back at her.

"Alright, just don't leave me in the dust. You're pretty good at that." She shouted before catching up to your speed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." She laughed.

You took that as a challenge and whipped Bentley's reigns to make him speed up, you may have been the fastest on foot but Bentley was the fastest horse in the stables. You picked him out because of how difficult he had been as a baby, stubborn and unwilling to listen to any of the trainers. Once he met you though, someone equally as stubborn, he quickly obeyed every command you gave him. It was a match made in heaven, two stubborn individuals that came together as a perfect pair. You looked back to see if Ellie had caught on to what was happening, she was grinning from ear to ear at the race. "Come on keep up!" You shouted back to her.

"No fair you got a head start!" She squealed.

"Never stopped you before." You leaned forward to get less air traction and a better grip on Bentley. He felt the interaction and pounced forward to gain more speed, as you reached the top of the route you were on you sat up straight and Bentley came to a pause. "See that wasn't so bad was it?" You turned around to face Ellie who still had some distance to go. You laughed at how she struggled catching more speed and pretended to tap a watch on your wrist as she caught up with you almost a full minute later.

"Whatever you said I didn't hear it, I see you and Bent still have your weird little connection. How'd you get him to listen to you like that anyways?" She was breathing heavily and trying to play it off.

"Had a lot of time to train him after... I just had a lot of free time for a while. He's only four so we still have a long ways to go, but he does okay." You tried to chuckle off your stutter and looked down at Bentley's mane.

"Can we please talk about it?" She pleaded with you.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Y/n! You know there is."

"Ellie, you're pushing it." You warned her.

"Okay, okay fine." She put her hands up in surrender.

You rolled your eyes, "We need to get back now, write down that everything was clear and then just follow closely behind me okay?"

"I always do."

"What? Write it down?" You raised your brow.

"Follow closely behind you."

You took off on Bentley and didn't look back, you needed to cry without her seeing. You knew when to slow down so Shimmer could catch up but for just a couple minutes you needed to just sob into Bentley's mane and pretend you were alone. As much as you wanted to believe you had healed from your breakup it was clear there was still some wounds that needed healing, you knew talking about it could help but it just wasn't in the cards for you right now. The idea of sitting across from the girl who broke you and explaining to her how just felt like a bullet to the chest, which you could accurately describe seeing as you'd taken one. For her.

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The ride home took half the time it took to get to the lookout post, you rode in silence once again and this time Ellie didn't bother saying anything. She hummed to herself a familiar tune you just couldn't quite make out, it drove you so crazy you started humming your own tune. The same tune Maria would hum to you when she was cutting your hair or cooking for you and Tommy, it was some country song she said she would have given anything to see live. You never did get that stupid song out of your head. As you approached the gates you saw Jesse and his partner coming in from the East, he waved at you and you guided Bentley toward his horse.

"So how was patrol for you?" He awkwardly chuckled.

"Fine." You said dryly.

"Better than me then, my partner is the new guy Jordan. Fucking idiot I tell ya, never seen an infected before and just had to check it out! Had to save his ass like four times before he finally stopped approaching them head on."

"Hey Jesse, are we still on for drinks later?" Ellie had ridden over and joined in on the conversation.

"Uh yeah, Dina wanted to join that cool?" Jesse looked back and forth between you and Ellie awkwardly. "Y/n you wanna join?"

"Oh... no thanks I'm pretty tired. Maybe next time yeah?" You started guiding Bentley away from the pair.

"Just one drink!" Ellie shouted.

"Huh?" You stopped in your tracks.

"Just one drink, then you can go home and sleep." She approached next to you and had a pleading look in her eyes.

"I uh, can I shower first?"

"Yeah, yeah of course! Shower and then meet us all at the Tipsy Bison, I'll save you a seat." She smiled and wandered in the gates.

You stayed in place shocked that you'd agreed to go. "She still wants you you know, maybe you should give her a second chance." Jesse said now next to you.

"Maybe you should fuck off and go home to your girl and kid before I steal your place as JJ's father." You laughed and wandered into the gates of Jackson.

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"You're Ellie right?"

"Oh, yeah hey. I assume you're y/n?" The shy auburn-haired girl asked.

"You'd assume correctly!" You reached your hand out for her to shake it. "We're on patrol together today, so just stick to whatever I do and we should be good!"

She took your hand and shook it, "Sounds good. I've heard you're like the best soldier we've got here."

"Maybe not the best but, yeah you know what I am the best." You chuckle.

"Nobody mentioned how pretty you were gonna be. I feel stupid for my appearance now." She rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

"Oh!" You blushed, "You look fine. I mean... you look good! I'm sorry, I'm like naturally fucking awkward."

"No! Don't even worry about it I am too, sorry I honestly shouldn't have said anything. Not that I didn't mean what I said I mean you are super pretty I just-"

"Ellie." You put your hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah y/n?"

"You wanna grab your horse and meet me by the gates?" You nodded at Shimmer.

"Yeah, I'll see you there." She smiled at you and exhaled heavily.

"Don't make me wait." You winked and grabbed Bentley.

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As you stood in the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but wonder what tonight's events would entail, would you end up in a fight with Ellie? Would you make up? Would you make out? You brushed your hair out and put on your best going-out clothes, along with your warmest jacket. You took your time with the brisk walk over to the bar, the jacket had been a smart move because as the sun went away so did any warmth it had brought on earlier in the day. You walked up the steps and paused at the door to sneak a peek to see who was inside, as promised Ellie had saved you a seat right next to her. Your face went warm and you suddenly felt excited to go in, your happiness faltered when you remembered who you were getting excited about and you took a step back from the door. What the fuck am I doing? You thought to yourself, without thinking you found yourself turning around and heading back to your place. You had just barely made it off the steps when you heard the door open and the little bell ring, "Hey y/n! Where ya going? I saved you a seat."

You paused and turned around to face her, "Oh, hi Ellie. Sorry I didn't see you guys in there so I thought maybe you cancelled plans and I didn't get the memo or something."

"Yeah sure, just come in." She stepped down and held her hand out for you to grab.

You walked past her and into the bar, "Dina!"

"Hey honey how are you!" The brunette stepped out of her seat and walked toward you with her arms stretched out for a hug. "It's been a while since I've seen you in here. It's good to have you back!"

"I'm not back, just out for the night. How have you been?"

"I asked you first." She smirked and glanced over at Ellie who was defeatedly sitting back in her seat awaiting your attention.

"I've been... you know." You shrugged.

"Hiding away in your dungeon."

"Yeah." You chuckled, "I guess I have."

"Well you're here now, that's all that matters." She nudged your shoulder and went back to her seat next to Jesse.

"Nice to see you out y/n." Jesse exclaimed before taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah babe we already had this talk." Dina nudged his shoulder hard.

"Ow! Okay sorry I didn't know."

"It's fine, really." You assured him. "I think I'm gonna go grab a drink, I'll be back. Anyone want anything?" You got out of your seat and headed to the bar before anyone could reply.

"Hey honey, wasn't expecting to see you here." Maria was tending the bar and already had your drink ready for you.

"Hi." You tried to avoid speaking to her. It was her fault you'd even opened this can of worms to begin with.

"You gonna be mad at me forever?" She questioned.

"Just until you switch my patrol partner."

"I didn't assign you to her, she asked. So you might want to redirect your anger to the little auburn girl staring at you over there." She pointed to Ellie who looked away as soon as your gaze landed on her.

"What do you mean she asked?"

"I mean she came to our house last night and asked to be your patrol partner from now on, said Dina and Jesse agreed to vouch for her if you asked. Sweet Pea I would never have done this had I known you'd be so upset with me. You know I love you." Maria leaned over the bar and reached for your hand.

You reached out and took her hand, "Thanks for the honesty. I'll see you later, I gotta go." You turned around only to be paused by Maria speaking again.

"Give the poor girl a break, she's lost a lot."

"And I haven't?" You snarled as you turned around to face her again.

"I didn't say that I just-"

"God! Everyone in this fucking town coddles her like she's the only person here who's been hurt or lost someone. It's like everyone watches out so we don't hurt poor, broken, fragile Ellie. Give me a fucking break would ya, she's fine! She's happy, smiling, and hanging out with my friends. So please can everyone just spare me the theatrics and leave me the fuck out of her drama. I want a new patrol partner immediately!" You hadn't noticed you were shouting and that everyone in the bar had paused what they were doing to stare at you. Including Dina, Jesse, and Ellie. "Shit." You stormed out of the bar and speed-walked back to your house.

"Y/n wait up!" You heard footsteps behind getting closer to you.

"Go away Ellie please, I don't wanna talk to-" She grabbed your arm and spun you around to face her.

"Then just listen!" She was breathing heavily and her nose was pink from the cold, "I, am so sorry! I'm so sorry for leaving you, for never picking up your pieces after you spent so long putting me back together. I'm sorry for taking your friends from you, for acting like you didn't exist. I'm sorry for-"

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"What the fuck is going on with you? You're like so weird right now, constantly shutting down, you won't even touch me anymore." Ellie was blocking the door trying to get you to talk to her.

"Please just let me leave, I'll come back but I've got patrol." You were trying to shove past her but she was must stronger than you were.

"Please y/n I'm begging you, talk to me. Say something, anything!"

"I'm telling you, I need to go before Maria gets on my ass."

She didn't respond, she just stepped out of the way and opened the door for you.

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"Not being there for you when you needed me most." She had her hands on your shoulders to keep you in place while she spoke.

You felt frozen, your face was cold and you were fighting back tears, "Fuck you, Ellie." Was somehow the only sentence you managed to spit out.

She blinked hard and tried to keep her face from looking shocked, she wasn't. She knew you had no idea about the times she stood outside your door for hours hoping you'd need something from town and bump into her. How many times on patrol she'd found flowers or a cool gadget and brought it home with her with the intention of bringing it to you, or the number of times she'd left a letter on your front porch only to snag it back before you went out for your morning shift. Ellie knew all you had received was radio silence from her end, so she released her grip on your shoulders and let you walk again.

"That's what I thought." You spit out and turned toward your home. You made a quick turn down and alley and blocked the world out for the rest of your walk, your tears felt as if they were burning your cheeks and you tried wiping them off but they were streaming quicker than you could wipe.

You saw your house and sped up to a jog, you busted through the gate and headed up the stairs. "I don't have my fucking keys." You wined out loud.

"I do."

You turned slowly and faced the voice. "Why do you have my keys?"

"You dropped them when you ran away from me", Ellie was holding your keys up and shaking them at you. "I brought whiskey."

"How the hell did you get a whole bottle?"

"Joel had it in his house, I figured he'd been saving it for a special occasion so I saved it for one too." She approached you slowly.

"Just unlock my door for me would ya? You can come in if you must." You slapped your door and waved for her to speed her walk up.

"Yes ma'am!" She smirked and ran up your stairs for the door. "Here hold this." She handed you the bottle of whiskey as she fiddled with the lock.

"Hurry up it's fucking freezing." You laughed as you bounced a little trying to keep warm.

"I'm trying it's a tough door ba- y/n." She cleared her throat.

"Try harder." You huffed.

"Got it." She shoved her shoulder into the door and it busted open.

"Careful! I don't feel like having to ask Tommy over to fix the door, he'll drink all my coffee."

"You'd have the same issue with Joel." She laughed.

Her laugh caught you off guard, not because she didn't laugh ever but because she laughed in the same sentence Joel's name was mentioned. Anytime Joel was brought up in conversation in the past Ellie would simply bow her head and leave the room on some poor excuse like she needed to use the bathroom or she needed a shower. You knew she was leaving because she needed to catch her breath before a panic attack set in, you'd usually follow shortly after to talk her down before she blacked out. This went on for a year and a half, you spent all your time making sure she was okay by the time your body had caught up on your own trauma. She was healed and ready for the next chapter in life, one without panic attacks and night terrors. So you healed in silence, which to no surprise wasn't very effective. For two years you talked yourself down from every panic attack, every meltdown, and every blackout. Not a single soul in your entire town had any idea you were falling apart behind closed doors, you were ten years old again and screaming silently for help. The only person you wanted around had decided you were too much, or not enough. Just not what she needed anymore, so she let you go.

"You owe me a drink for letting you in here." You say to her as you throw your shoes off.

"I owe you a drink? You wouldn't even be in here if I hadn't brought your keys to you." She laughed again a bit louder this time.

"I wouldn't gotten locked out of my own house had you not begged me to come to the bar." You turned toward her with your eyebrows raised.

"I guess you're right about that." She bowed her head and rubbed her neck.

"So yeah, you owe me a drink."

"I guess I do, where do you- actually I got it." She went into your kitchen and found your glasses right away.

You had to blink to focus your vision, it was hard to believe Ellie Williams was standing in your kitchen. This house had never had her inside of it, it was your sanctuary away from her. Decorated exactly how you wanted it and untouched by her opinions, you had things scattered around that reminded you of love. Pictures you managed to keep of your parents and of Tommy and Maria scattered around your walls, along with randomly scattered carpets you would strap onto Bentley on a patrol and bring home. "This is weird Ellie."

She paused and looked at you, "I know."

"Why did you ask for me to be your patrol partner?"

"I uh, wanted. No needed to talk to you." She continued pouring the whiskey in an attempt not to make eye contact with you.

"Talk to me about what?" You sat down on your couch.

"Nothing in particular just missed your voice." She came and sat next to you, handing you your glass nonchalantly.

"Oh." You took a sip and winced at the strong flavor.

"So yeah, pretty lame excuse I guess."

"Yeah, I guess." You rolled your eyes.

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"You're being silly! I know how to swim, I've just never done it." You exclaimed and then took a sip from the mason jar.

"You can't just know how to do something but never practice it." Ellie laughed and reached for the jar.

"You can if you're me."

"Maybe you're right or maybe you're just overly confident. I guess we'll have to test your theory sometime." Ellie put the jar down and looked up at you.

"What?" You almost shouted.

"I don't know if I'm saying this because I'm drunk or because I'm just ready to share but, I've got like a serious crush on you so."

"Oh really? I couldn't tell." You snagged the jar and sipped the whiskey Ellie had stolen from Joel while he was sleeping.

"Shut up!" She chuckled. "Give me some of that don't hog it all!"

"Here." You handed her the jar, "So why did it take you like three years to share this information with me?"

"I don't know, couldn't tell if you were into me or just like this with everyone."

"Ellie I'm not like this with anyone", You leaned in close to her, "Just you."

"I noticed that", she put the jar down and leaned in closer. "What're you doing?"

"Testing a theory", you closed the gap and pushed your lips onto hers. She grabbed your face and you fell back on the blanket with her on top of you.

"Have you done this before?" She gasped.

"No. Have you?" You asked shakily.

"No, do you want to do this?"

"Ellie I've wanted you to be the one forever.” You pulled her in and closed the gap between your lips once again. She pushed deeper into the kiss and let her hands begin to wander your body, it started innocently and slow. The more you kissed the more she touched, the more she touched the more you wanted her. “I want you.”

“You have me.” She breathed into you.

“No. I want, all of you!”

She paused and looked at you with a smile spreading across her lips, “I want you to have all of me."

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"Do you remember that day?" Ellie interrupted your daydreaming.

"What day?" You look up at her.

"You know, that day." She said sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah how could I forget." You smiled at the memory.

"Do you regret it?" Her face looked prepared for destruction.

"No. Do you?" You sipped your drink.

"Why would I?"

"Because, you know." You couldn't say it out loud.

"Because you left me?" She interrupted.

"You were leaving first." You stated.

"I- you're right. I was leaving first, physically." Her phrase confused you, "But you left me long before I ever planned on walking away."

"You don't know what you're talking about." You leaned in.

"Oh I don't?" She leaned in.

"No, you don't. What're you doing Ellie?"

"Just, testing a theory." She kissed you.

"Mm no! No, I can't, we can't do this. You need to leave, now."

"Y/n come on, please don't make me go." She pleaded.

"I'm not thinking clearly and you can't be here, you're infecting my space." You shuffled around and got up to go toward the door.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you to her, "I can't go another day without you baby. You take up every inch of my mind, you're ruining my days not being with me. Please my love, give me another chance."

"You need to leave, I'll see you tomorrow for patrol. We can talk more then." You yanked your hand away and went over to your front door, she got up from the couch hesitantly and put her jacket back on. You waved her out the door and watched her walk down your front porch steps, she turned around and faced you.

"Do you want this? Really?"

"I want to be okay Ellie, and I don't want to drag you down with me. I don't want to rely on you again only for you to leave me, I'll see you tomorrow." You closed the door and slid down the wall and cried.

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Ellie had planned to go home after you kicked her out, she even made it halfway home before pausing in her tracks. She saw Tommy and Maria laughing and walking to their home and stopped them for a chat, "Hey Tommy! Hey Maria!"

"Hey, sweetheart what's going on? Why are you out so late?" Tommy questioned, Ellie saw a lot of Joel in Tommy whenever he showed any concern.

"I just was walking home from y/n's house. Could I ask you something?"

"Anything." Tommy waved Ellie over to join them in their walk, their house just so happened to be two doors down from your home so Ellie didn't mind following them one bit.

"What uh, what do I have to do to make her come back?" She asked nervously.

Maria answered, "Oh honey, I ask myself the same thing every day. She hasn't come back to anyone since you seemed to get better, it's like she's a ghost wandering the walls of Jackson. We try to get her out, try to make her laugh. She's gone, and I'm not sure she's coming back. I know her life before Jackson was awful and part of me seems to think she believes she's still out there."

"What do you mean?" Ellie paused in her tracks and stared at Maria and Tommy.

"You don't know?" Tommy questioned, shocked by her confusion.

"Know what?"

"Y/n was... alone when we found her. Or more so she found us, she stumbled upon our gates one night completely covered in dirt and blood. Some of it was hers but most of it wasn't, she refused to talk for a while. Wouldn't even sleep unless she was left alone, we don't fully know what happened. But I think it's safe to assume whatever she saw out there, was worse than most of us have seen." Maria looked away and stifled a cry.

"She's never gotten real close to anyone, besides you kiddo." Tommy patted Ellie's back. "You good to make it home okay? I can walk you back if you want."

"No. That's okay, I'm gonna... hang around for a bit if that's okay. See if she comes out of the house for anything."

Maria leaned in for a hug, "Just don't stay out too late, you both have patrol in the morning."

"Yes ma'am." Ellie hugged them both goodbye and waved them off until they got into their home.

She sat on your porch and waited, it got colder and she shivered but she stayed sat and waited. She heard nothing at first and thought she was making it up. It was subtle, just whimpers that could have passed for a sad puppy. Then she heard your yelp, a bang and then she was up on her feet. The door was locked, she banged on the door but you didn't answer.

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You tried to keep quiet, to act as if you had it together and your chest wasn't caving in. Your vision began going blurry and you couldn't catch your breath, your sobs got louder but you couldn't hear them. You didn't even notice you'd fell to the floor until you were being picked up gently.

"Hey hey hey, come on let's get you to bed yeah? Shh, it's okay I know, I'm here. I got you, baby, I have you now. You're safe."

"I can't- I can't-"

"I know baby I know, you're okay. I'm not going anywhere you're safe I have you. You're safe." Ellie had broken down your door after hearing you cry louder than she'd ever heard you before.

You had been clawing at your chest when she found you, beating and clawing like you were trying to get your heart to beat again. Like you couldn't get your lungs to take in any more air, she wasn't sure what to do at first. She thought about running and grabbing Tommy or Maria and then she remembered what Tommy had said, you'd never gotten close to anyone besides her. So she did the only thing she could think of, she picked you up and reminded you where you were.

"Ellie I-", your breathing slowed. Her touch had soothed your burning skin, you felt her breathing above your face. The surface beneath you no longer cold and hard, you were in your bed. You wanted to say something important, let her know how bad you had gotten since she'd been gone. "I love you." Was all that came out, and then you crashed. Your body finally relaxed enough to fall asleep, you didn't fight it. You were safe now, warm and loved.

"I love you baby", she kissed your face relentlessly. "I'm here now, just sleep." As she looked at your sleepy face she had to turn away, she saw it now. How bad you'd gotten, how much you'd held in so she could fall apart. Why her leaving was so cruel, and why you had hated her for it. She cried silently over you that night, she sobbed while you slept in her arms. She didn't dare move even when her arms hurt, and her legs fell asleep. She let you sleep, and she let herself cry without blacking out. She was healed, you were not. It was her turn to glue you back together after all this time, and she was fully prepared for the task.

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Authors Note: Very much tea very much jumbled, let me know if you liked it and if I should continue with a part two! Kind of just in the mood to write a shit ton of little fics and see where they take me, anyways. Love ya, hope life is being kind to you! See you next time xoxo Gossip girl.

[puddle-nerd]

His

Summary: He knew that the other male was watching him, watching them, watching how she came apart at the seams for him and a part of Tsu’tey was viciously glad because this greedy, little vrrtep was his and his alone. (Tsu’tey/Reader)

Prompt 8 (Voyeurism) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

This one is for our favorite scowly boy. I love our grumpy blue kitty boy very, very much.

Na’vi Translation: Oel ngati kameie – “I see you” (spiritually (joyful feeling) ) Oel ngati tse’a – “I see you” (physically) Tewng – loincloth Tsaheylu – bond or neural connection Unilpay – alcoholic drink like moonshine (non-canon) Unyor’näk – alcoholic drink like wine (non-canon) Vrrtep – demon Yawntu – loved one | lover | beloved person Male OC’s: Tsäutsim Te Tengew Tremas’itan Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Voyeurism, Established Relationships, Secret Relationships, Jealous Tsu’tey, Possessive Tsu’tey, Slight Exhibition Kink

Once upon a time, Tsu’tey would have thought that there must have been something wrong with him as he immediately swung away from JakeSully’s incessant yammering to look towards where you were approaching with Neytiri, giggling together with bright smiles on both of your face. You were wearing ceremonial garb for the celebration following Jake and Neytiri’s wedding that left little to the imagination and had his ears flicking up and his tail curling in interest. And who would have ever guessed he would fall head over tail for a vrrtep?

Your strange, bare feet with one too many blue toes on each foot had had the nails painted a pretty, shimmery lilac color, setting off your skin nicely. While your loincloth was simple and light purple, the swath of fabric covered a little bit more of your front than was standard, leaving your striped thighs just barely peeking out from behind. The band wrapping horizontally around your curvy hips, however, was beaded heavily with light blue and purple crystals and bigger golden colored beads. It matched your chest covering perfectly. The thick purple band that rested over your collarbones was adorned with a couple of large shiny stones. Stemming from the cloth, dozens of strands of the same smaller crystals and beads which, technically, covered everything but he could see your periwinkle nipples faintly underneath.

“You’re droolin’,” Jake’s voice brought Tsu’tey back into focus and he hissed at the other male.

“Are you two fighting again?” You asked with a grin as you and Neytiri approached the two of them. “And here I though you two were finally besties.” What Tsu’tey hadn’t seen was you held two skins of either Unilpay or Unyor’näk in your hands. Seeing him look at them, you offered him one, adding, “I think this one’s the kind you like.” He smirked and took a tentative sip, nodding as his tongue distinguished the flavor of his preferred alcoholic beverage upon his tongue. “I did good then?” Tsu’tey grinned and wrapped his tail around yours, his only sign of PDA, lifting the leather bag to his lips.

Meanwhile, Jake was enfolded around Neytiri from behind, kissing at her cheek and her neck, whispering things into her ear that caused her to blush and swat at him. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at them, sharing your annoyed amusement with Tsu’tey.

Taking a seat on a log around one of the fires, Jake and Neytiri joined you both on a different log though they remained wrapped around each other while you and Tsu’tey sat side by side, tails still entwined. Apparently, that didn’t stop Tsäutsim Te Tengew Tremas’itan from approaching, his golden eyes solely rested upon you with an inviting grin upon his lip.

“Oel ngati tse’a,” Tsäutsim greeted you before nodding towards the newly wedded couple and to Tsu’tey. “Dancing has begun. Would you care to – with me?”

You and the three other seated adults all paused, looking at the bold display of the standing male. Feeling Tsu’tey tense beside you, you tell Tsäutsim, “I apologize but I must decline as I don’t feel like dancing at this time.” You tighten your tail around Tsu’tey’s, hoping it will soothe his ruffled feathers. The inviting grin wiped off the other male’s face and formed into a pout. “I believe Saeyla was looking for a dancing partner?” Tsäutsim nodded sharply, and backed away, his golden gaze flicking between you and Tsu’tey before he went in search of the other female, rather reluctantly.

Unfortunately, a few other males came up to ask you to dance as the night progressed and Tsu’tey’s irritation began to rise further and further. “Maybe you should ask me to dance, hmm?” You suggested, taking a sip from the skin of your Unyor’näk.

The male in question grumbled and stood, offering you his hand. However, he did not take you to the dancefloor. Instead, Tsu’tey led you away from the celebration and led you away to the hot springs below HomeTree. There were multiple steaming pools beneath their home, each one enclosed with thick layers of vegetation, though there were gaps in the hanging vines and fronds that allowed you to peek into each hot spring. Tsu’tey took you to one such empty pool, pushing the flora away and bringing you inside. You looked up as Tsu’tey backed you up against one of the large roots that made up a portion of the wall surrounding the hot spring, a smirk adorning your face as you watched him leaning over you, your tail curling up in a very telling way. He lifted his chin and scented the air, smirk coming to replace his normal scowl as he smelled your arousal. “Oel ngati kameie, yawntu,” you whispered, tilting your chin upwards, your silent beg for a kiss.

Deciding to be generous, Tsu’tey replied, “Oel ngati kameie,” before he lowered his face and brushed his lips against your own. You hummed and pressed up against him. “Greedy vrrtep,” he teased against your mouth.

You just smirked, replying, “It’s your fault. You make me insatiable.”

Tsu’tey puffed up slightly at that, bowing his head and biting lightly at your shoulder in the way he knew you liked. You whimpered and reached beneath your hair and neural queue to untie your chest covering, tossing it to the side and freeing your breasts to press against his chest. “Yawntu,” you whispered, “I need you, now.” Tsu’tey chuckled, kissing you again, running one of his hands over your back and the other cupping one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and plucking at your nipple. You whined, arching your back into his touch needily. A brief movement beyond the curtain of flora at the entrance of the steaming pool and Tsu’tey looked up and noticed a pair of golden eyes watching you and him. Tsu’tey smirked, biting teasingly at your neck, causing you to hum in pleasure. “Don’t tease,” you murmured.

“I would never dream of it my greedy, little vrrtep,” Tsu’tey told you, reaching for the ties of your tewng and undoing them, sliding the cloth from your lower body and catching the eyes of their audience once more. He smirked, watching the face come a bit closer so he would actually see their voyeur was in fact Tsäutsim. His vindictive glee rose high because you chose him.

Removing his own tewng, your lover turned you around so your back was to his front and kissed along your neck and shoulder, drawing your hair and neural queue over the opposite shoulder. Spreading your legs for him, you gasped as he lined himself up and sunk inside your warm, dripping entrance, pushing his hips forward, slipping into you inch by fucking inch. “Oh…” you couldn’t help but moan as you stretched to accommodate him, feeling every vein and curve of his cock as he bottomed out inside of your cunt.

“You have me now, my greedy, little vrrtep,” Tsu’tey hissed into your ear, eyes flicking up to see Tsäutsim’s gaze rivetted to you. “Shall I fuck you now?”

He didn’t actually wait for your reply as he steadied your hips against him, before pulling almost all of the way out, his cock dragging heavily against your gummy walls. You whined, greedily, trying to shift back against him, hearing him chuckle meanly as he prevented your from doing so. Instead, he slammed back into you, setting a relentless pace and rutting into like he was going into heat. Your ass bounced against his thighs with each thrust and your breath caught in your throat, your fingers of your one hand clinging to the back of Tsu’tey’s neck as he drove himself up into you. Arching your back, your cunt clenched around his cock bullying its way into your depths tightly, pleasured mewls escaping your throat.

Tsu’tey continued to drive himself deep into you, one hand lifting from your throat and moving to hold onto your throat gently as he rutted up into you from behind. His gaze flicked up to see Tsäutsim still watching, eyes darkened with lust as he took in your pleasure, the pleasure you could only find with Tsu’tey. As if you were purposefully adding insult to injury to the audience you still didn’t know you had, you suddenly pleaded, “Tsaheylu, Tsu’tey, please… Wanna feel you.” Keeping Tsäutsim’s gaze, your mate connected his neural queue with yours, holding you tighter as your pleasure and his reverberated through the bond, heightening what you both already felt.

It also meant you now knew Tsäutsim was watching.

Tsu’tey felt your startlement and nudged the emotions and thought process that he felt and experienced that led to his decision to put on a show for the other male. He could feel you mulling it over and while there was a part of you that was not happy with his decision, there was another piece of you that found his display of possessiveness quite arousing. He smirked and fucked you harder, feeling your internal coil tightening further as your cunt clamped down upon his cock.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chanted, grinding down upon him, the fingers of your left hand digging into the small of his back and your right-hand clinging to his wrist. He shifted his angle just slightly and felt you the second you climaxed, coming with a scream of his name, “Tsu’tey!”

Your spasming walls and the pleasure you poured through the bond forced his own end and he spilled deep inside of you, your walls milking him for all he was worth.

Tsäutsim was no longer watching.

But that was okay. Tsu’tey’s point had been made. You belonged to him, with him. You were his mate, had chosen him long before he had realized he had chosen you too, and there was no breaking that. The two of you were with each other until the end of all things. His friend, his lover, his greedy, little vrrtep, his yawntu, his mate.

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Originally Posted: 08 October 2023 Word Count: 1,666

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng

[satureja13]

The Boys' last night in Chestnut Ridge. They ride over to the Country Bunker to meet Martha. Jack and Ji Ho are falling behind. Both lost in thought. Jack didn't even complain about riding his crazy horse. Saiwa: "Hurry up you two!"

Martha: "So you finally can return home!" Saiwa: "Ah uhm - we are staying with friends. We don't have a home yet." Martha: "Oh Boys..."

Kiyoshi is so sad he has to leave Jack. Their time together was too short. And it's breaking Kiyoshi's heart that Jack doesn't feel their special connection. It would make it so much easier for them to endure their absence from each other if Jack had a little faith in their love.

Kiyoshi: "Jeb, I left a present for you and Saiwa. Make sure you use it well." Jeb: "Thank you my friend! We will. What is it?" Kiyoshi: "Ask Saiwa."

The neighbors asked them to play a last song before they leave. They even removed the fence ^^' Jack joined Ji Ho and Jeb with his violin. Despite his many mental problems, Jack is very talented in arts and music.

Do the locals wear bear costumes to show their solidarity for the creatures? How sweet 💞 The Boys slowly change the view people have on creatures.

Ji Ho sang: 'Country Roads, take me home, to the place I belong West Virginia, mounty mamma - Take me home, country roads'.

Will the Boys ever call a place their home? Or will they be on the road forever? Running from the Council.

And when Ji Ho sang the verse 'All my memories gathered 'round her Miner's lady stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye'

Kiyoshi was close to tears and left. He can't say a proper goodbye to Jack anyway and his heart is too heavy to face the others.

And so Kiyoshi left Chestnut Ridge to return to his obligations within the Council - and the Resistance. Who knows when they can meet again.

But not alone. Little Goat, Kiri and Kiri's sheep Kumo accompany him.

Soon after Kiyoshi, Ji Ho left.

He's heading for Sulani - to eventually find Guidry and send his dead brother to the other side.

And then Vlad stumbled and fell.

Jack: "OMG Vlad!" Vlad is blind again. The punishment for trying to murder the bond. (TMI Vlad was blind when he returned from hell after his death.)

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

[the-fiction-witch]

Degenerate

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut Af

Concept Perverted

Smut Non Concentual / Drunk / groping / breast play / nipple play / stroking / fondling / fingering / heavy make out / nudity /

I walked though the glade a little confused where everyone was, the whole glade was empty leaving me to wonder confused and alone 

"Where is everybody?" I muttered to myself until I stopped short apon seeing an... impressive sight

"Ohh, there you are newt I've been looking for you" Y/n cooes in her little jean shorts and her hoodie falling off her shoulder 

"Yeah?"

"Of course, I've been looking at you everywhere" she smiled holding her sleeves far past her hands 

"yeah why uhh why were you looking for me?"

"I desperately needed you" she cooes coming and wrapping her arms around me 

"uhhh for what?"

she chuckled "To solve the desperate ache between my legs" she whispered 

"Oohhhh... Well I'd be happy to love" I smirked stroking across her hips and leaning in for the kiss

"NEWT!" I jumped almost falling out my hammock as alby yelled waking me 

"Uuurrrrgh... Alby! I was having a nice dream" I complained 

"Oh? what dreaming of bacon burgers?" He asks 

"No," I sighed "I was having a lovely dream" 

I got out of bed and grabbed my things to go for a shower knowing it would be nice and empty given only keepers and runners are awake this early I went to the shower and spotted the door open just before I headed in and I saw y/n with her towel wrapped around her and her soaking wet hair dripping down her body "Ohh Morning newt" she smiled waving as she walked towards her hut 

"Ohh uhhhhh morning y/n" I waved, I shook it off and headed in for my shower, I did my best to just have a quick shower and get dressed for the day heading back out into the glade, I grabbed some breakfast and headed to work in the gardens I mostly kept my eyes straight and worked on the various jobs at hand, taking cuttings, pulling weeds, and such honestly trying to be busy to distract myself from… the pair of denim shorts wondering around.

She did her work in her hoodie that was miles to big for her and of course her little denim shorts both of which drove me insane,

I am a dirty. Disgusting. Horny little boy.

It's y/n. Your friend. The only girl. The sweetest most innocent thing in the world. Quit thinking with your damn penis!

I focused on my work for the rest of the day even if I often fell into my disgusting fantasies, once the box came up we sorted it all out and had a enjoyable bonfire after dinner, so I sat watching the fire with my moonshine not quite ready for bed yet

"Psst" I heard behind me making me turn but I saw nothing so I turned to the other side and saw a very giggly, clearly very drunk y/n with a sweet honeyglow in her cheeks "hi"

"Hi love. What's up?' I asked as she came to sit with me with her own moonshine

"Did you have a nice day?'

"I did, busy but nice you have a nice day?'

"Ummmm" she giggled

We chatted for a little while it wasn't exactly the easiest conversation as this was far from her first moonshine of the night and she was pretty drunk, but she's so cute when she's drunk all giggly and cuddly

"Whoa now I think that's enough little lady" I told her taking her moonshine even if she argued about it

"But I'm thirsty"

"Then have some water"

"But waters not fun"

"Water is very fun. Come on let's get you to bed before you cause any chaos" I told her helping her up and getting her back to her little hammock in the woods far from the rest of us, I Basically had to carry her as she was too drunk to walk straight and I helped her into her hammock tucking her in with a blanket "there we go all nice and safe" I told her

"Your too nice to me newt"

"I have to be, someone has to take care of you"

"Ummmm," she yawns "goodnight newtie"

"Goodnight love" I told her almost immediately she fell asleep starting to wheeze thought her nose it was only after about five minutes I realized I'd literally been stood staring at her sleep. I should really get back…

But I couldn't help my, curiosity.

God damn no! Stop! I'm not being a fucking pervert! …. Oh fuck I already am just thinking about it aren't I? Why am I such a horrific perv! I couldn't help but look at her hoodie, just one! Just one hand just one go and that's it get it out of my system, at this point my hands were working in their own slipping up her hoodie until I took a soft grasp of her breast

"Uummm" she groans happily

Ooohhh holy God! They feel good. Ummm soft and squishy all I wanted to do was squeeze them! I knew I couldn't drag my hand off now, infact I made sure I felt the other with my other hand lost in my own little world

I am a perverted sick little bastard…

Ummmm but it feels so good!

Just one squeeze it'll take my mind off It and I'll take my hands off I have them both a gentle squeeze but I couldn't help continued fondling her for a good ten minutes,

"Uummmmm" she Cooes in her sleep slightly shifting "newt…"

I jumped for a moment convinced I'd woke her but she didn't move anymore and still seemed completely asleep

Ohh my god she's… dreaming about me.

Uhhh why do you have to be so beautiful love I moved one hand away attempting to stop my perverted actions but I just moved down and stroked her waist and hips soon enough running my hand over her ass taking a firm grip

I'm a perv! I'm a disgusting person I can't believe I'm doing this to her

But my hands won't stop so much so the one on her breast moved down to slip under her hoodie quickly discovering she wasn't wearing a bra

"Uuhh! Newtie" she Cooes nuzzling close to her pillow

"Uummm oh fuck!" I groaned unable to control myself fondling and groping her sweet chest for so long I was already in the edge just from touching her like this, I couldn't stop myself moving my hand from her ass to her cute little shorts stroking the zip a moment before tugging it down and slipping my hand inside I expect cotton but I found heat

Ooooh god she's not got underwear either!

I am completely disgusted. I should not be doing this even if she was awake shes drunk! I am an absolute degenerate but I can't stop now I was utterly fuled by my sick twisted hormones. I stroked her softly a little listening to her little gasps and groans until I found her clit

"Uuughhh! Newt" she begged holding her pillow tightly as I rubbed on it hard I made sure to run for a good while noticing how hard her nipples got as I dif playing with them too with my other hand as I groped soon enough I couldn't take her whines anymore and moved my fingers down enough to slip inside her moving back and forth at a decent pace to give her pleasure "uughh! Uuuuuuuhhh!" She squealed and her eyes shot open immediately I panicked

"I can explain!" Was all that arrived at my mouth

She giggled at me and gently stroked my wrist pushing my hand so my fingers went deeper inside her "more" she whines

"Y/n. I can't I shouldn't have even been doing this, you were sleeping,I'm a terrible person, I just got distracted and one thing lead to enough, I'm so so sorry," I told her trying to move my hands away but she grabbed them forcing me to stay

"More!"

"Y/n your drunk. I shouldn't have put us in this situation to begin with and you'd not in the best frame of mind right now" I told her forcing my hands away even if I ached the moment I lost contact with her

"Newt! More!" She whined dragging me into her hammock

"Y/n we shouldn't be-" I began but she grabbed my neck and kissed me immediately I gave in kissing her back wrapping my arms around her and she happily wrapped her arms around me too she purposely took the step to let her tounge slip past my lips and I happen battled with her trying to take some focus away from my hands getting free rein to stroke and fondle anything they could get at, but she was egar too her hands getting under my hoodie and even tugging at my pants while we kissed till I forced myself away "we really shouldn't I'm sorry for what I did y/n but we can't your drunk" I told her "maybe if you still want to we can tomorrow when your heads on straight" I told her holding her hands

She pouted and whined a little before she giggled giving me a soft kiss pulling her hoodie off her completely revealing her bare chest laying back in her hammock and pushing her shorts down to reveal her hips enough to basically make it pretty much impossible for me to say no especially as she then… opened her legs.

"Please newt" she whined

"....okay, but you have to promise not to be mad at me in the morning? Deal?" I suggest unable to stop myself hovering over her my body already screaming for just throw away any sense of morality and just fucking do her!

"Deal" she giggled

That's all I needed taking her in my arms and kissing her deeply…

[judgementdaysunshine]

luke duke from duke of hazards thr one played by johnny Knoxville ( the reader is the daughter of boss hogg and falls for luke even though her daddy dosnt like him

Interesting and yes I did refresh my memory for this fic hope it's ok ❤️

The duke and hogg

Pairing:Luke Duke x Fem reader

Description:Despite your daddy telling you not to you fall in love with Luke duke

You first saw the duke brothers driving by when you were walking in the house as they drove by your dad shaking his head "Damn duke brothers at it again" you put the groceries away as he sits on the couch. Being the daughter of Boss Hogg wasn't always easy but you loved your daddy even if he yelled and never really liked you being around boys but as long as it wasn't Luke and Bo Duke he didn't care who they were "For as long as I'm alive you better not fall in love with one of them duke boys" you promised thinking that it wouldn't happen oh you were wrong. You were swimming in the lake when you heard yelling seeing two men argue for a few minutes until one walked to a car and drove off while the other stood there for a few minutes in the hot blistering sun until you swam up to him "You okay?" he turns looking at you as you lay your arms on the dock in front of you "Just having a shitty day" you start talking and soon he's stripped to his underwear and jumping in the water swimming and playing around with you introducing yourselves to each other. "I'm Luke nice to meet you" you smile at his friendly attitude and gentleman manners when he asks if it was okay to touch you when you were pranking each other while in the water, helping you when your leg got stuck in between a log underwater, and turning away when you were drying off putting your clothes after wrapping your wet swimsuit in a bag but he also walked you home and stayed with you on your porch considering that your dad wasn't home so you hung out for a couple of minutes until you heard yelling looking down the road to a blonde man by a car "Hope we can see each other again gotta get home" he gives you a peck on your cheek running to the car getting in and the two of them driving off leaving you wanting to get to know the big sweetheart of a man. You run into each other again when you were on the way to swim in the lake going back to his home meeting his brother Bo and their uncle Jesse having lunch with them then going with the boys to town walking around until you heard yelling turning to see your dad as red as a tomato "What the hell are you boys doing with my daughter?!" the three of you look at each other in shock not knowing that the man you had met in the lake and had lunch with his brother and uncle earlier was the moonshiner duke family and they had no idea you were the daughter of the kingpin that constantly gave them a hard time whenever he got the chance. The next few days your dad would follow you wherever you went making sure that the boys wouldn't talk to or go near you not noticing how embarrassing and humiliating it was for everyone to find out who your dad was completely alone and depressed leading to you arguing with each other and later that night you grabbed all your things and left deciding to start a new life walking on the sidewalk in town when you heard someone yelling at you and a car stop beside you "Well what's a beautiful lady like you doing here this late?" you look over smiling when you see luke and bo getting in and living with them and their uncle jesse and after a couple of years you and luke get married and have 3 kids two girls and a boy living a amazing and crazy but also wonderful life.

[tarn-ati0n]

Please tell me about your extensive knowledge of german folklore, Forest Guy

Yipeeeeee :))))

Das Bahkauv

Objectively a funny little guy. This Cow/Mermaid/Bear/whatever hybrid lives in the Kanalisation under the city of Aachen. According to legends it has glowing eyes, a giant tail covered in scales and chains around his neck and legs, that rattled whenever it moved.

You could hear the sound of the rattling chains coming from fountains during the day, but it would only ever climb out of the sewers at night, looking for people who wander the streets in the middle of the night, usually drunks who just came out of the pub. If it spotted them, it jumped on top of their backs or on their shoes and let them carry it to their homes, it was impossible to get it off once it was on you. Because the Bahkauv was a creature from the devil, it got heavier when you prayed, but lighter if you cursed. (In case you ever happen to come across it, that’s probably good to know)

However, it never killed anyone! Once it’s prey arrived home, it would just jump off and look for the next person to latch onto. Also, it never bothered women or children. In conclusion: the Bahkauv did nothing wrong and was actually helping when you think about it. I rest my case your honor.

(Here’s a statue of it on top of a fountain)

Das Klageweib

After that delightfully silly little guy, let’s move on to a staple of German folklore: creepy woman that pull people to their doom!

The Klageweib is Said to be a gigantic woman with a pale face, black eye sockets and a fluttering white dress. On especially stormy nights she can be seen wandering through fields by moonshine. If she raises her arms over a house, one of it’s inhabitants is destined to die within a month.

But don’t worry! Like the Bahkauv, she also has a neat little trick: if you bury a dead dog within the walls of your house, she will stay away from it. Neat. I can’t defend her In front of a court though, even though being a prophet of doom is very #girlboss of her, forcing me to kill a dog is not.

No picture for this one, sorry.

Hans Jagenteufel

„It is commonly believed that if any person is guilty of a crime for which he deserves to lose his head, he will, if he escape punishment during his lifetime, be condemned after his death to wander about with his head under his arm.“

My boy Jagenteufel is like. The first example (and probably origin) of the „headless rider“ figure that’s been adapted Time and Time again. And honestly? He seems pretty chill. He rides around as a ghost without a head on his shoulders and will just leave you alone. He’s gonna warn you to not do the same mistakes he did though, but tbh he’s just looking out for you not to end up like him. He doesn't really need a life hack to keep him away, just... don't be a dick I guess. Jury of the court, he has done nothing wrong! … in… in the afterlife I mean. He did fuck up spectacularly when he was alive.

Btw, it is never said what exactly he did to deserve his execution, but if I remember it right it had something to do with him disrespecting poor people. Kind of a dick move, but he changed.

[bullet-prooflove]

Thursday ‘Watermelon Moonshine’ Radio Prompt List

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So I'm gonna leave now and I ain't showing no warnings

And I can't wait to head on home, so I can take my gal to dance

I've been dreaming of a porch swing with some lights Hoping I can find myself back home

So won't you pray for me tonight?

They know me and Jack Daniels got a history

I got a fear dear, that it's a Friday spark You only love me like you mean it when it's after dark

She's with a new man in New York, the last time I heard

There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring And it's empty, so right now I don't feel a thing

There's never nothin' like the first time And mine's always gonna taste like Watermelon moonshine

Woke up drunk at 10 am, we gon' do this shit again

There ain't no way to ease the pain from this disease

We threw a blanket 'neath the sunset We gave each other more than our hearts

 how far a man can go before one's truly unraveled

I was his and every bit of that boy was mine

That's when I knew, that brown-eyed girl was mine

There's a party up ahead, an angel to my right

Playing songs 'til after midnight Staying up 'til dawn

Maybe we were drunk in love Or maybe we were just...

Comin' alone to the gallows

Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey

We got the world in our hands and we're ready to play

Lately I've been thinking I Could leave this town

Don't jump in so quick kid, you're gonna wind up hurt

I'll do whatever it takes, I'll go to my grave Protecting me and mine

If it's love, then pretty baby, I'd say that I got all that you need

Make it easier going on living Heart ache and misery

I drink because I'm lonesome, and I'm lonesome 'cause I drink

We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise

I thought that high would last forever But that ain't what it does

Sweet, sweet heart of mine I'm going to break again a million times

She's hard, she's cold and she's mean

Helps me fall asleep a little bit better at night

But her kind eyes are on my heart

When it's last call and they kick us out the door

Drinkin' watermelon moonshine We cut the burn with a little lime

Never told him it was my first drink

I ain't got much money in my pocket But what I got, I'm gon' spend on you

I better slow down before I wreck Driving on the river's edge

Living on the run

Won't you get angry at me, say you love me again

I asked her lifetime no less, and no more She said, "My lifetime I'm yours forevermore,

[edjectedly]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Introducing Talia al Ghul, and Bruce’s Love Life

I’m still nailing down ages, but I have determined everyones ages are much closer, and Damian is gonna be younger.

@goosesister thanks for inspiring this!!!

@blinkys I hope this answers your question 😂

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Alfred: I'm sorry sir, who did you spend the night with?

Bruce: …. TaliaAlGhul

Alfred: and why, pray tell, did you?

Bruce: she seemed nice

Alfred: mhm mhm, and this has nothing to do with you wanting to anger Ra’s al Ghul for insulting your parenting skills?

Bruce: like he’s one to talk… that’s just a bonus

Alfred: well, you are ever the picture of perfect judgement. I am positive this will never come back to bite you.

Bruce: :( be nice to me please

~~~~~~~~~

Talia, 8 years later: hello my beloved, how is that creature you adopted? 

Bruce:  which one?

Talia: … What

Bruce:  Dick says I have a problem with orphans

Talia:

Talia:

Talia: well, this one isn’t an orphan *gestures to an eight year old Damian*

Bruce:

Bruce: … Dick’s going to be so disappointed in me :(

~Bonus~

Dick, 9 years old: is she gonna be my stepmom?

Bruce: no- what- why- she’sjustafriendDick

Dick: that’s not what Alfred says~

Bruce: look, she’s leaving, we won’t work out. it’s fine

Dick: so I’m not getting a baby brother? also why is your face so red?

Bruce: you’renotgettingababybrothergotoyourroom

1,848 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#4

Now, what exactly happened when Dick first came to live with Bruce in this AU?

Disclaimer: Canon is stupid and I don't respect it

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Dick: did you take me in cause you’re lonely?

Bruce: ….no

Dick: it’s not polite to lie

~~~~~~~

Bruce: I don’t think I can let a child fight crime

Dick: *looks like he’s going to cry*

Bruce: okaynodon’tdothatyoucanfightalittlecrime

Dick: you’re the best! *leaves to make a costume*

Bruce: …. Alfred he said I’m the best

~~~~~~~

Bruce: don’t play with that, I’m taking it away from you

Dick: I’ll tell Alfred on you *clutches onto Bruce’s cape*

Bruce: … what

Dick: I’ll do it

Bruce:

Dick:

Bruce:

Dick: ALFR-

Bruce: *puts his hand over Dick’s mouth* fine fine fine

~~~~~~~

Dick: Bruce I had a nightmare

Bruce: that’s… not good

Dick: *frowns*

Bruce: do you want to go…. ride in the Batmobile?

Dick: yes!

~Bonus~

Dick: Bruce Bruce Bruce Bruce where’s Alfred

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2,238 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#3

New Dynamics, Go!

Disclaimer: This is an AU, I don’t respect canon and I am not going to pretend to :)

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I have decided that this is actually Battinson and that if he had raised Dick, Dick would definitely have more of a sibling relationship with him.

Jason:

Tim:

Jason:

Tim:

Batman: so…. you’re brothers now…. ifyouneedanythingaskDick

Batman: *sprints out of the room*

Tim: isn’t Dick back in Blüdhaven?

Jason: yup

Tim: does he do this often?

Jason: yup

Tim: so…. wanna see how I hacked into the Batcomputer?

Jason: of course

~Bonus~

Dick: Bruce. you. can’t. just. leave. them. alone. they’re little!

Batman: but I left you by yourself

Dick: I regularly fell off chandeliers! I shouldn’t have been left alone!

Batman: I thought you were happy….

Dick: oh my- I was happy, but kids need supervision. it’s impor-

Jason at the same time as Tim: Tim sat the Batcave on fire!

Tim at the same time as Jason: Jason sat the Batcave on fire!

Dick: it’s made out of rocks?????

Batman: my kids are so talented

4,980 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#2

If Jason Todd Was Introduced This Way, This is How I am Bringing in Tim

This is now a full AU, whoops

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Tim: *bangs on Dick's door in Blüdhaven*

Dick: I swear to fuck if it's another solicitor I'm- *opens door*

Tim: 

Dick:

Tim: hello

Dick: wha- it’s like 10 o’clock where are your parents? you're like eight, why are you out here??

Tim: first off I’m 12 and I'm not a child. can I come in?

Dick: sure, this might as well happen

~later~

Dick: so you're here because you figured out our identities when you were nine, have been following us since before then, and then hacked the Batcomputer only to find Jason looking up ways to get to Ethiopia?

Tim: yeah, pretty much.

Dick:

Dick: fu-frick

Tim: I have been running around Gotham alone at night since I was eight, you can say fuck

Dick: *gasps*

~Bonus, at the Batcave~

*Bruce and Jason are working on the Batmobile, Bruce’s way of apologizing for being an ass*

Bruce: *head snaps up*

Jason: everything good old man?

Bruce: I need to get adoption papers ready

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5,566 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How Jason Todd Should Have Been Introduced to the BatFam

First Next>>

Batman, frantically putting in numbers and calling someone.

Batman: pickuppickuppickup

Dick Grayson, who just got got in bed after a long patrol, groaning.

Dick: Hello? Bruce, what's going on?

Bruce: Dick I need you to come home right now

Dick: what's going on, is everything okay?

Bruce: yes, I just need you to come home

Dick: .... B I can't just come home I have work at the gym tomorrow and-

Jason, in the background: Holy fuck is that a dinosaur?!

Dick: was that a fucking child???

Bruce: ...

Dick: ...

Bruce: ...

Dick: ....

Bruce: yes

Dick, rushing out of bed, knowing good and well Alfred is on vacation and there is no way B can be alone with a new child: what happened?

Bruce: hestolethetiresofftheBatmobile

Dick: ... That doesn't mean you can kidnap him!!

Bruce: I couldn't leave him. He was hungry. We got burgers.

Dick: oh my god, okay, I'm on my way, have you called Alfred?

Bruce: ...no

Dick, rushing down the stairs to his car: Bruce I swear to God you have to tell Alfred

Bruce: what if he's mad at me

Dick: holy child abduction Batman, you have to tell Alfred before he gets back. I'm not dealing with that.

Bruce: ...okay

Dick: okay, I'll be there in an hour, don't let the kid die before I get there. How's he doing?

Bruce: .... I don't see him anymore

Dick: you don't- Bruce!

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11,137 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

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[coffe-notebooks]

(Ep 86, 38:30) The BoB fighting the Tarasque, and Erlin needing help at Irondeep...Moonshine telling Bev that where he wanted to go and where he needed to go was same place, and Bev responding, "Finally for once, I'm lucky." before going with that mage to Irondeep...knowing what's really going to happen...my heart is broken. poor Bev

[ja3hwa]

My Lord | Hongjoong

Word Count : 1.6k

Genre : Smut-ish, Suggestive, Fluffy with a dash of angst

Type : King!Hongjoong x Princess!Reader

Warning : San touching Readers Thigh, Mentions about past, Fingering, making out, Dom Possessive Hongjoong with a side of Bratty Reader.

Note: Thank you @kimroieho for this request, I hope this is to your liking. I'm thinking of making a smutty part two soo...If you want that let me know.

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It was only the biggest event in the history of the kingdom. The lonely prince that became king from a tragic event, Kim Hongjoong, finally is wedded. His uncle finally persuaded him to get married, married for money that is. Hongjoong still remembers when his mother would tell him stories about finding his true love as she did with his father. The love was unbreakable and unconditional. But time caught up, love became a myth, and Hongjoong was alone. That was until he saw you. You were like an angel amongst men, as cheesy as that might sound. You were perfect, and then you were him. But not the way he wanted you. He wanted to court you first, swoon you, pick you up off your feet. Have real love, but an arranged marriage doesn’t really scream true love.

So here he sat, on one of the garden chairs, watching as his brothers. Well, his knights that serve under his court. A bond fire blazing, wine and food arrayed over the large marble table. Hongjoong ordered for no one to bother him or his knights while they were out, leaving him in peace and quiet for a moment. You, his wife, sat on your chair, alone, away from everyone watching the knights dance and sing. He watched you from afar, his heart was beating so fast, he wanted to get to know you, to really love you. But you definitely weren’t happy about the marriage, then again you weren’t happy with your life in general.

Your kingdom was small but had power, your parents were strict, rude, and cruel. They didn’t care about anything but the kingdom. You were the youngest of three, so you were never going to be queen in your kingdom. But that made you happy, you wanted to run away, live in the woods, be free, and being the youngest made that possible. That was until your parents sold you, so your kingdom could grow. You hated Hongjoong because he agreed. You hated Hongjoong because even despite all the weeks you’ve spent as his wife, you were falling in love with him. His smile, his charm, the way he would do anything to please you even if he doesn’t directly say it or do anything.

But you still hated him and for that, you sit alone, watching all the boys have their fun. San was the first to move away from the group, taking a seat down next to you. You could smell the moonshine on his breath, his smile was gloriously plastered on his face. You smile back as he picked up a conversation. You were vaguely listening, as you catch your eye on Joong. He was staring directly at you and the flirtatious male that sits beside you. You turn your attention completely on San, touching his shoulder, giggling at his stories, giving Hongjoong a show.

His hand landed on your thigh, it was merely innocent, but to Hongjoong, it was like San just declared war. You continued this array of flirts and quiet whispers, making sure to glance over at Joong every now and again. He was furious, holding his drink tight in his grip. His knuckles turn white and his strength gets the better of him, shattering the glass in his grip. Silence fell seeing the glass everywhere.

“y/n…” His voice was low, filled with anger. You’ve never heard him like this before, and it turned you on. But you stayed strong, not moving an inch from your spot. The others whoever moved away from you quickly, standing behind the king. Even if they were brothers and Joong treated them like equals, they knew not to get in his way when he was mad.

“y/n….Now!” He stormed past you towards the garden entrance back into the castle. You gulped, maybe you went over the edge. But you were here now. So you got up from your spot and quickly left the knights without a goodbye. Since spending your time exploring the estate you already knew where Hoongjoong would be. Coming face to the dark spruce door you knock before entering. You see the fireplace was lit, the room was warm from the flame. He sat on the deep blue velvet couch, sipping a neat glass of scotch.

“My lord…” You whisper, stepping closer.

“I’ve told you before, call me Hoongjoong. I’m you husband, not some god for you to worship…” He spat out the last bit of his sentence, feeling tired of people grovelling at his feet.

“But you are my King, Hongjoong.” Your words hit him straight in the gut, making him have a low growl. You sat down on the end of the couch, leaning against the arm of it. You place your legs up, feeling the velvet on the souls of your feet. He watches you like you were his prey, placing his glass down, he chuckles lightly.

“I’d watch what you say, Princess. You’re on thin ice after the stunt you pulled tonight.” His eyes were red, filled with rage.

“Ah My lord got his panties in a twist because he’s not getting his way.” You giggled, slipping off you shall that sat on your shoulders, no longer needing it to keep warm. He clicks his tongue before grabbing your ankle, yanking you towards him. You yelp as he situates you on his lap, gripping tight on your ass under your loose nightdress.

“You don’t want to piss me off, Princess. I don’t think you’ll like me when I’m mad.” He grunts, his lips, mere inches from yours. You feel his breath pool on your skin, shivering at his touch. Butterflies burst in your tummy, forcing a whimper to spill from your mouth.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I can feel your body burning. My, My, you’re just a slut. A brat needing to be put in her place.” He grunted, feeling your hips slide long his clothed crotch. He bites your ear, licking your hot skin down your jaw to your neck. A gasp leaves you as he roughly bites on your flesh, leaving a hot, red mark. You grip his shoulders as his arms snake around your waist, trapping you on him. Your hips moving faster, the need to feel pleasure tugging with great force.

“H-Hongjoong…” You mewled, gripping the fabric.

“I thought it was Lord? Or King? Where did my Bratty Princess go?” He chuckled, pleased with how obedient you’ve become from only just a small amount of pleasure.

“Joong…” You replied, whimpering. He gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks before letting them go to give it a hard slap.

“Oooh Joong? That’s a new one.” He laughed, sounding like he mocked you. His hand lifted up your dress completely, exposing your bottom half. Your skin prickled at the air hitting it while his hands massaged the flesh. His mouth attached to your neck again, falling down to the top of your exposed breast, leaving marks to contrast your skin.

One of his hands glide up your thigh until it sat in between your bodies. His long fingers, press down on your clit through your panties, making you whimper. He chuckled as he rubs circles, feeling a wet patch growing on the pink lace.

Before he continued, you sat up, placing your hands on his chest. Looking into his eyes, he looked up at you. You looked so vulnerable, so innocent, so….sad... He felt sudden guilt, placing his hand that sat on your ass to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb over your lips. You lent into his touch, feeling safe with him. Your past was filled with lies, hatred and yet the minute you were forced to be married to someone you didn’t even know. It was the happiest day of your life.

“I-…I do love you, Hongjoong.” You spoke up making him wide-eyed. “The moment I saw you I knew you were kind, loving…I might not have wanted to marry you at first, but I don’t regret it…” This was the first time you had a conversation about your marriage with him. Normally you both brushed off the conversation not wanting to make each other uncomfortable. He let out a sigh, dropping his hand from your cheek, leaning his head back on the couch before sitting up to look at you again.

“I feared you’d hate me for what we went through…..” His voice became soft, no longer the grunt, gravel that it was prior, “You are the most caring person I’ve ever met, I didn’t nor do I ever want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me.” You placed your hands on either side of his face, looking at him with a slight panic. He could see the stars in your eyes up close when he could only look afar. This made him smile, feeling a sense of relief. You lent your forehead on his, closing your eyes. He rubbed his nose against yours, feeling comfort in the silence.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, whispering so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. You replied with a soft yes, feeling a tear fall along your cheek. His lips slotted with yours, the hot pink flesh fitting perfectly together. This is the first time you've kissed one another, not even sharing a kiss on your wedding day. He sighs into your lips, feeling all the tension, all this hatred for his life, all the sadness, washing away from just a kiss. His world seemed so much brighter, the love that his mother would talk about finally finding its way back. You were the one to break the kiss, grabbing air as you pulled away. A smile left on his face as looked at you with adoring eyes.

"Just so you know..." His voice was soft, but hidden with lust, leaning forward to your ear he whispered, "You're still getting punished for what you did tonight."

And like that, he lifted you up, carrying you to his bed, keeping to his promise.

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Newt x Reader Warnings: none Word count: 663

Please remember that English is not my native language, so please don't kill me.

A new greenie, a new bonfire, and loud teens, who don't have better things to do, than pushing themselves out of a ring.

Y/n sighed when she sat down a bit away from the boys. Why does she have to be the only girl? Wasn’t it bad enough that she was a newbie? The gladers tried to involve her as much as possible, but wrestling wasn’t her style and the screaming was too much for her. She decided to leave the bonfire early, for a little alone time. From all she heard from the others, every day here was the same, so she didn’t want to crash their party.

“What are you doing?”, asked someone behind her.

It was one of the few boys she cared to remember their name. Newt was the one who gave her the tour, and she kinda liked him.

“I just enjoy the few.”, she smiled and pointed up to the sky, which was filled with thousands of stars. “The better question is: What are you doing here?”

Newt, who was holding two glasses of Gally’s moonshine, smiled at that question and sat down beside her.

“What can I say, I’m just not the guy for fighting. So, is there something interesting up there?”, the blonde asked and gave her one of the glasses.

Y/N pointed at some stars and said, "Well, this constellation is called Orion.".

She moved closer to Newt, so he would see exactly where she was pointing. She showed him a few more constellations, but if Newt was honest, he didn’t see anything in the stars she pointed out, on the other hand he liked her smile, so he let her talk.

“Why do you know so much about stars?”, he asked after a few more facts.

“I don’t know, maybe I was interested in it before I came here.”, she shrugged it off and eyed the drink in her hand. “What is this, by the way?”

Newt laughed when she sniffed at the drink. “It’s Gally's recipe. Nobody really knows what is in there, and maybe we don’t want to know. Just try it.”

She hesitated at first, but took a sip of it anyway. The drink burned in her mouth, so she swallowed it quickly. Newt laughed out loud this time, when he saw her face.

“Did you give me something different?”, she asked after she finished coughing and pointed to his half empty glass.

“No, but you will get used to it. Anyway, you are the first person who didn’t spit everything out, when you tasted it the first time.”, he laughed and laid a hand on her shoulder. Y/n blushed a bit, but luckily it was too dark for Newt to see. "So can you show me some more?", he asked and pointed upwards.

“Of course.", Y/n smiled back at him, after taking another sip. The moonshine didn’t taste so nasty this time.

They stayed for hours, just talking about everything and everyone, while they looked at the stars.

“Thank you Newt. I think I feel home now.”, she smiled.

Y/n was a bit tipsy by the time Newt took her to her hammock.

“Just wait until you wake up tomorrow. Your headache will bring you down again. For a greenie you drank pretty much.”, he laughed as he gripped her arm, to stabilize her.

“That was nothing. Next time I will beat you.”

“I don’t think that you will drink anything ever again. Good night, Y/n." He smiled as she sat down on her hammock.

“Good night, Newtie.”, she whispered, while she drifted off to sleep.

“She really is something special, right?”, Alby asked.

Newt turned around and sight.

“Defiantly. I think there will be a lot more action with her around.”

“Maybe... . Whatever, Newt you will take care of her tomorrow, so you should go to bed now. It will be a funny day , judging by how much she drank.”

“What did I do?”, Newt mumbled while he was walking to his hut. On the other hand, he was happy that he could spend more with her, because he really liked that girl.

[1000night]

HC01: Meet Brothers Trio!

Pairings: Rogers Trio/Moonshine, Barnes Trio/Bubble

Warnings: age gap, polyamory, female chubby reader

English is not my first language

A/N: Part two would coming soon, so muses, please come back to me(´;ω;`)  

Barnes Brothers You met James Bucky Barnes and his brothers when you both were five. As the talkative type, it’s killing you to be quiet and only listening, and Bucky is a grumpy kid. No kid dare to bother him, none of you forget the day when a boy took his cookie. Well, when the teacher rushed back, the boy was beaten and bruised. His sobbing and praying became your nightmares. When the teacher puts you two together, you nonstop remind yourself  to be quiet. But it had music class that day, and they even played the song your mother’s favorite! You forgot your classmate is a grumpy boy, started talking about how this song led your mom to fall in love with your dad because he sang this song to confess. You suddenly stop when your eyes meet each other. “… sorry, I talked too much” “No no no not at all. Keep talking, I like your voice.” He shared his plum with you, and stared at other kids’ curious sights until they trembled and moved their sights. Small smile shows up when you continue your parent’s love story.

It’s time to go home, but your mother didn’t come to pick you up. In contrast, there’s other two Barnes brothers. “You’re Y/N, right? Your mother asked us to pick you and Bucky up, she’s busy in the hospital.” One of them kneeled his right leg, had the same level of sight as you, and he smiled at you. “Don’t touch her, Jamie. You've got enough girlfriends to fool. Leave her alone!” Bucky growled at his brother “Whoa whoa, calm down little grumpy monster. I’m not interested in crime, okay? I just try to be nice to a lovely girl.” Jamie patted Bucky’s head but his little brother snapped his hand away. “Did you protect her well?” The deep voice has some accent that got your notice. Your eyes focus on Bucky’s other brother, his icy blue eyes meet you, you swallow and hide yourself behind Bucky. Bucky comforted you, “ I’ll protect you, don't worry.” Both his brothers scoffed but said nothing, they escorted you back home safely. In the whole way, only Jamie and you were chatting with each other, Bucky and his other brother keeped their silence. “Alright, you got home, Bubble. Time to say goodbye.” Jamie’s right hand shoved in his pant pocket, his elbow hit other Barnes “Say something, Boris. It’s rude to englect our lovely Bubble.” Though Jamie was smiling, somehow you could feel a shiver run down your spine. “See ya.” Jamie sighed, you showed Boris your biggest smile, “See ya, Boris!” “...Will, will you sit beside me tomorrow, Y/N?” Bucky asked you hesitantly. “Of cowrce! See ya tomorrow Bucky!” You two smiled to each other, both of you didn’t notice that Jamie and Boris exchanged a look. Two teens saw you with a smile and  soft sights.

Rogers Brothers You’re neighbors. Nothing special. Steph Rogers and Stuart Rogers knew you when you and Steve were born. They even helped your mother take care of you, changing diapers, feeding, nothing they didn’t do for you. Thus, you’ve been their small tail when you can walk. “Stepw! Stevie! Wait for me–!” “Slow down, doll. We aren’t going anywhere, we'll be waiting for you no matter what.” Stuart said when he caught you and held your hands, you lifted your head up and gave him your puppy dog eyes. “You promise?” “I promise, Moonshine.” He chuckled and caught up to his brothers.

Stevie is the youngest but the most stubborn Rogers, he can barely walk well but he refused any help. Now Steph stood at the end of the hallway, an intense and concerned look on his face when he noticed his youngest brother’s steps. “You’ve done well, Stevie. Here, your crayons as I promise.” When Stevie hugged his big brother’s leg, Steph smiled and gave him a box of new crayons. “Thank you, Stepw.” “You just can’t help but call what Y/N called me, are you? Copycat?” Steph patted his brother’s shellder and hummed. Stevie pouted, “I’m not a copycat!” “Sure,sure, you’re a grumpy cat you know,Stevie” “I said I’m NOT a cat!!” “Steeeepwwwww—-!”  The oldest Rogers stopped his teasing, smiled and pulled his brother aside, then a warm, sweet dough rushed to him and hugged his legs. You gave him your best smile, “Stepw, you promise me you’ll take me to the candy shop. Can we go now? Pwease—!” “Sure thing, Moonshine, anytime you want.” He scooted you up, you rested your head on his broad,warm and soft chest. Down your sight and waved to Stevie, the toddler raised his hand to hold Steph’s pinky finger. ⸺Only when you around, Stevie would accept his brothers’ help because he didn’t want to waste your time. Although he knows you wouldn’t care as long as you are together, the candy can wait or call the others to buy. Still, he can’t stand it if you are unhappy because of him.  

[phoenixblack89]

Chapter 8 - Demons With Familiar Faces

I'm back again with a brand new chapter and its one of my very favourite TWD episodes! Whoop Whoop.

BE prepared for some heart break and a fair amount of angst.

Smut incoming in the next chapter eheheheehe

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WARNINGS: Graphic injury talk, ANGST, Typical canon violence, Merle being a racist dickhead.

Phoenix weaved her way through the trucks and cars on the highway leading into Atlanta. She was due to meet up with someone who sympathised with their cause, someone who could tell her exactly the location of the twins and Romeo.

She grit her teeth in frustration as she slowed to a stop beside a pale blue Ford truck and killed the engine. Her hands tugged her helmet off and she cracked her neck loudly. A sharp whistle had her head snapping to the side. A bald man was smiling widely at her from the driver's window. His eyes ran up and down her frame slowly as he licked his lips. 

"Well now... That's a mighty fine sight... Don't ya agree Daryl?" the man said turning to another man in the cab, who leaned forward and looked at her before scoffing and turning back to gaze out his ow​n window. 

Phoenix felt her heart stop for a moment, like time had stopped. The man, Daryl, was the spitting image of Murphy. Even had the same small mole above his lip except his hair was a few shades lighter. 

"You know darlin' I could give ya a ride better than that ole dirt bike could. Give ya a taste of summit real powerful between those thighs."

"Shut up Merle. Leave the kid alone." Her eyes met the intense blue of the Murphy clone as he spoke. 

"No thanks. I prefer something that ain't gonna die half way through." She smirked, the Murphy clone sniggering lightly into his hand at the other man's shocked spluttering. 

"I ain't ever tended an English rose before... How 'bout it girlie? You wanna me t' trim those thorns?" 

"I would... But I prefer an Irish whiskey to Moonshine." She replied, smirking at the man's rapidly reddening face. It was clear as day he wasn't used to facing such rejection. 

"She ain't interested, leave her be." The clone said quietly around his thumb. 

"Now she just needs to give in to old Merle's charm. A fine ass like that must need a strong man to keep that body warm at night." Merle licked his lips, his eyes centring in on the space between her legs lustfully. 

"Pfft... Like you'd know how to have a girl seein' stars and shaking in intense bliss." She snapped with a laugh at the lecherous man. His eyes darkened and he raised his chin, anger flaring in his blue eyes. 

"Ya ain't from around here are ya princess so let me give ya some advice -" 

The man was cut off as explosions rocked the dark night sky. All eyes being drawn to the city skyline as huge orange and red flames began to light up the outlines of the sky scrapers. 

Phoenix felt a tug on her heart as tears welled in her eyes. There goes her chance at finding the boys easily.

"Morning." Lori whispered to Dale as she pulled her boots on before walking over to Carol and Phoenix, who were hanging laundry on a make shift line between two trees. 

"I can't believe I slept in." Lori sighed, grabbing some freshly cleaned clothes and tossing them over her shoulder. 

"You must have needed it. Feeling all right?" Carol replied quietly. 

"Next time wake me, all right? Especially on laundry day." Lori stated, beginning to hang shirts. 

"I can manage, I have Phoenix to help. I had an idea I wanted to run by you." Carol said, glancing at the woman. 

"Well, come on Carol! Don't leave us in suspense? Is it hog tying Dixon and finally getting him all clean for once? Never see a man so filthy! Wonder if he's as tanned all over..." Phoenix joked, wiggling her eyebrows at the women. Lori and Carol let out a laugh and glanced towards the archer. Daryl raised his head at their stares and knitted his brows in confusion when they turned and stifled more giggles with their hands. "I got some good strong rope we can use to tie him to the tree."

Now there's a fun idea.... Wait... No. Ya mad at him remember. Focus girl. 

"You are terrible! What's that idea?" Lori gasped between giggles clutching at a stitch in her side from her laughter.

"That big kitchen of theirs got me thinking." Carol smiled lightly. 

"I wouldn't mind cooking in a real kitchen again." Lori sighed wistfully; her eyes drawn to the house. 

"Maybe we all pitch in and cook dinner for Hershell and his family tonight." Phoenix and Lori tilted their heads in question at the grey-haired woman. She smiled weakly at the pair as she shrugged. "Kind of looking for things to keep my mind occupied. After everything they've done for us, seems like the least we could do. You mind extending the invitation? Would just feel more right coming from you." 

"How so?" 

"You're Rick's wife. It sort of makes you our unofficial first lady." Carol blushed, ducking her head slightly.

"Oh, my lady!" Phoenix laughed, bowing towards Lori playfully. "How may I be of service? I cannot allow the first lady to sully her dainty hands with such work!" 

The women laughed at the girl as she playfully tugged Lori into a chair. 

"Stop it!" Lori laughed shaking her long-haired head. Phoenix bowed once more before skipping off towards her tent. "She seems in a better mood."

"She does. It's nice to see her smile for once." Carol replied, her eyes watching the girl too. 

"Morning, guys. Let's get going. We've got a lot of ground to cover." Rick said quietly as the group gathered around the car. "All right, everyone's getting new search grids today. If she made it as far as the farmhouse Daryl found, she might have gone further east than we've been so far."

"I'd like to help. I know the area pretty well and stuff." Jimmy stated, joining the small gathering with hopeful eyes. 

"Hershell's okay with this?" Rick questioned the boy, who had a sheepish look on his face. 

 "Yeah yeah. He said I should ask you." 

 "All right then. Thanks." 

"Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me. Anyone could have been holed up in that farmhouse." Shane said quietly, his hands placing the bag of weapons onto the car hood.

"Anybody includes her, right?" 

"Yea she's a smart kid. Hide, wait for rescue. Makes sense to me." Phoenix smirked; the man glared at her in return. 

"Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high." Daryl motioned to his chest at roughly the height of the girl. 

"It's a good lead."

"Maybe we'll pick up her trail again." 

"No maybe about it. I'm gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge right here, take a bird's-eye view of the whole grid. If she's up there, I'll spot her." Daryl stated, pulling a shirt on over his vest and slinging the crossbow back over his shoulder. He glanced at Phoenix in question and grit his teeth as she pointedly turned her head away. 

"Good idea."

"Maybe you'll see your Chupacabra up there too." T-Dog laughed lightly. 

"Chupacabra?" Rick's face a confused amused look as he turned to the man. 

"You never heard this? Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time when he went squirrel hunting and he saw a Chupacabra." Dale said calmly, filling the group into the story. Jimmy laughs at the man and abruptly quietens as Daryl's head snapped to him. 

"What are you braying at, jackass?"

"You believe in a blood-sucking dog?" The boy questioned. 

"Do you believe dead people walking around?" The archer snapped back, his eyes holding pure annoyance at the teenager. 

Phoenix glanced between the pair, a smirk fighting its way onto her face. As mad as she was at the archer, she couldn't help but be amused by his ire at the young man. 

"Hey hey. Ever fire one before?" Shane snaps as Jimmy reached out towards the guns laid on the bonnet of the car. 

"Well, if I'm going out, I want one." Jimmy replied, glancing at the group. 

"Yeah, and people in hell want slurpees." Daryl said sarcastically as he walked away. Smiling to himself as he heard Phoenix struggling not to laugh at his joke. 

"Why don't you come train tomorrow? If you're serious, I'm a certified instructor." Shane said calmly. 

"For now, he can come with us." Andrea said calmly, smiling lightly at the kid. 

"He's yours to babysit then." 

"I'm gonna help Hershell. I know a fair bit about farming and shit, might buy us some brownie points with the old man." Phoenix said, wandering away with a pointed glance at Rick. Rick nodded with a slight confusion gracing his face. 

"All right, Andrea, T-Dog, I want you guys... "

Dammit Dixon! Focus! 

Damn girl. Got me all twisted in knots. Shouldn't like her the way I do. She's a damn kid 

Daryl thought as he rode the ginger mare through the woods, his eyes scanning along the ridge line for any sign of Sophia. He pulled the trigger on his crossbow and nailed a squirrel to the tree, grabbing it quickly as he rode by.

Daryl slowed the horse as his eyes caught sight of the doll at the bottom and made his slow way down the slope to the river bed. The doll grimy and dirt covered as he held it up. He recognised it from the camp, Sophia never let the thing out of her sight. 

"Sophia!" He yelled, standing and turning. He sighed, shouldering his crossbow and tucking the doll into the waistband of his jeans before climbing the slope and getting back onto the ginger horse. He rode forward a few feet before the horse began to falter and stomp. Something had spooked the horse. 

"Whoa. Easy, easy." He said firmly, trying to calm the horse as a flock of ravens flew in front of them. The horse walked forward another foot before a snake slithered away under the hoofs as they stamped. The horse threw the man from its back and ran away. Daryl tumbled head over heels down the rocky bank and hit the water. 

"Whoa whoa whoa! Son of a bitch." Daryl muttered to himself as he stopped falling and tumbling down the steep slope towards the water. He glanced downwards at his side and groaned. A bolt from his crossbow was sticking through his side. 

Daryl wadded through the water and stopped as he reached the other side. He paused long enough to cut his sleeves from his shirt and tie them around the bolt embedded in his torso. He picked up a stick to help him and used it to feel along the bottom of the river bed for his crossbow. He held it aloft once he found it and began panting his slow ascent up the trees lined slope. 

Phoenix threw herself down onto her sleeping bag and sighed, her face itched something awful but she didn't find that she cared if it hurt. It reminded her that she was alive and had a mission to complete. 

Murphy.... Connor....

Tears sprang to her eyes as she pulled out one of Connor's shirts from her bag and buried her face into the fabric. Her sobs being drowned out by the softly fading scent of the elder brother.

Daryl threw down his stick as it snapped in half, panting in pain. 

"Oh, come on. You've done half. Stop being such a pussy.  Come on!" Daryl groaned to himself as he reached for a branch. The branch snapped under his weight and he grunted as his body hit the hard, rocks on the way back down the slope. Darkness took hold of him as he landed in a heap in the shallow edge of the stream.

"Why don't you pull that arrow out, dummy? You could bind your wound better."

Daryl blinked as the fuzziness in his head smacked into him full force. He was having difficulty in regaining control of his full senses. 

"Merle." Daryl groaned smiling lightly, his eye sight fuzzy and slowly becoming clearer. His head was hurting something fierce. Merle's smiling face leaned over him as he kneeled down. 

"What's going on here? You taking a siesta or something?" 

"A shitty day, bro." He wiggled his fingers slowly as he replied. His mind still cloudy from the blow to his head.

"Like me to get your pillow? Maybe rub your feet?" Merle joked, prodding him lightly with his hand.

"Screw you." He whispered, fighting against the darkness calling to him. 

"Huh-uh. You're the one screwed from the looks of it. All them years I spent trying to make a man of you, this is what I get? Look at you. Lying in the dirt like a used rubber. You're gonna die out here, brother. And for what?"

"A girl. They lost a little girl." Daryl groaned, his mission coming back to him at a lightning speed. 

"So... you got a thing for little girls now? Thought you had a thing for Firebug? Damn boy... Gonna break her little heart." Merle laughed down at him. 

"Shut up." Daryl whispered.

"'Cause I noticed you ain't out looking for old Merle no more." 

"Tried like hell to find you, bro." He hissed, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Like hell you did! You split, man. Lit out first chance you got."

"You lit out. All you had to do was wait. We went back for you. Rick and I, we did right by you." Daryl defended himself against his older brother. 

"This the same Rick that cuffed me to the rooftop in the first place? Forced me to cut off my own hand?" Daryl's blurry vision took in the sight of Merle's hand, the one he had cut off, that was still attached to his wrist. "This him we're talking about here? You his bitch now?" 

"I ain't nobody's bitch." Daryl growled. 

"You're a joke is what you are, playing errand boy to a bunch of pansy-asses, niggers and democrats. You're nothing but a freak to them. Redneck trash. That's all you are. They're laughing at you behind your back. You know that, don't you? I got a little news for you, son. One day they gonna scrape you off their heels like you was dogshit." Merle gave him a tap against the thigh as his head swam once more. 

"Hey. They ain't your kin, your blood. Hell, you had any damn nuts in that sack of yours, you'd go back there and shot your pal Rick in the face for me. And claim that fiery little redhead before someone else did! Bet she'd feel mighty fine under ya..." Merle trailed off, humming with a lecherous lick of his lips. "Now you listen to me. Ain't nobody ever gonna care about you except me, little brother. Nobody ever will. Come on, get up on your feet before I have to kick your teeth in." Merle said, tugging and slapping at his legs. 

Suddenly Daryl's eyes suddenly snapped back into focus at the walker attempting to chew at his boot and scrambled backwards away from it. He quickly bashed its head in with a stick before, panting, laid back onto his back. 

He paled as the shambling corpse of another walker headed towards him. He reached for his crossbow but there was no bolts anywhere in sight. He hissed as he pulled the arrow loose from his body and pulled on the crossbow wire to load it, he shot the bolt into the walker. 

That damn fucking horse Daryl thought as his mind began to clear. His side was killing him as he tied the shirt sleeves around the wound then began eating the squirrel raw, blood smearing around his mouth as he chewed the plump little liver, his mind wandering to a certain Brit's butchery skills. Merle's taunting began echoing in his ears. 

"You fucked ya only chance with her baby brother. That sweet girl ain't gonna want ya dirty hands on her soft skin. She ain't gonna cry none if you don't go back. None of them will!" Merle laughed at him, Daryl steeled his eyes and hung the ears off a lace around his neck. 

No. I'm gonna fix it. I need to. He thought as he chewed the squirrel raw. I hurt her but I can make it better. I gotta. She's my friend. I can make it right again. I gotta. She's only one I can stand here. I'ma make it right. 

Daryl set his face and began to climb up the ridge and make his way back to camp. Each step painful and energy draining. His focus on the red-haired woman fuelling him as well as the doll hanging from his belt. 

"Let's go. Son of a bitch was right." He groaned as he tightened the sleeves before beginning to climb once more. He paused near to where he had fallen before, and panted. 

"Please, don't feed the birds. What's the matter, Darylina? That all you got in you? Throw away that purse and climb." 

Daryl glanced upwards as Merle appeared at the top of the climb and looked down at him. 

"I liked it better when you was missing." Daryl huffed out as he clung to the tree branch, his eyes darting to the best possible way to continue his climb. 

"Come on, don't be like that. I'm on your side." Merle cooed down at him, a huge shit eating grin plastered across his cheeks. 

"Yeah? Since when?" 

"Hell, since the day you were born, baby brother. Somebody had to look after your worthless ass." 

"You never took care of me. You talk a big game but you was never there! Hell, you ain't here now. Guess some things never change." Daryl growled, swinging himself further up the hill. 

"Well, I'll tell you what - I'm as real as your Chupacabra." Merle kneeled down and tilted his head at his younger brother, smirking wildly.

"I know what I saw."

"And I'm sure them mushrooms you ate had nothin' to do with it, right?" His older brother laughed at him. 

"You'd best shut the hell up." He growled angrily, the anger fuelling his climb.

"Or what?" Merle growled back. "You're gonna come up here and shut my mouth for me? Well, come on and do it then, if you think you're man enough. Hey, kick off them damn high heels and climb, son. You know what? If I were you I'd take a pause for the cause, brother. 'Cause I just don't think you're gonna make it to the top. Come on. Come on, little brother. Grab your friend Rick's hand." Merle taunted holding out his hand as Daryl was almost towards the top. Daryl climbed over the edge and stood slowly. He glanced around as he panted. 

"Yeah, you'd better run." Daryl yelled as he stood at the top of the slope, his side burning as he hissed in pain and began to slink his way back to the farm. 

Phoenix wiped her eyes as sleep began to call to her, her emotional outburst had drained her of her good mood and energy. She had just closed her eyes when she sat up quickly.

"Walker! Walker!" Andrea yelled panickily.

She paused and strained her ears as the voices of the others joined Andrea's. As no one was shrieking and there was no sudden call for her to run, she lay back down.

Then the gunshot went off. 

She sat bolt up and listened. When no more yells or gunshots went off, she laid back down. She'd find out about it later. Obviously, no harm had come from it. Sleep called her again. 

Daryl slowly shuffled his way towards the men approaching him and paused as the men raised their weapons. 

"Is that Daryl?" Glenn questioned as the men approached the shuffling man  

"That's the third time you've pointed that thing at my head." Daryl growled out as he stumbled a little, the weight of dragging the crossbow making his side flare with pain. "You gonna pull the trigger or what?" 

Daryl jerked backwards suddenly ad a loud shot rang out. He landed in a heap on the floor and groaned. 

"No! No! No!" Rick shouted, turning back towards the origin of the bullet. 

"Rick!" Lori shrieked rushing outside

"What on earth's going on out here?" Hershell yelled furiously as he and Lori ran from the farmhouse. 

"I was kidding." Daryl whispered as Shane and Rick pulled him to his feet, letting his arms dangle over their shoulders before giving into the light-headedness and passing out. 

"Come on." Shane grunted, Daryl was a lot heavier than he looked.

"Oh my God. Oh my God, is he dead?" Andrea gasped as she ran to them. 

"Unconscious. You just grazed him." 

"But look at him. What the hell happened? He's wearing ears." Glenn panted as he lugged Daryl's crossbow awkwardly after the men. 

"Let's keep that to ourselves." Rick hissed quietly, pulling Daryl's homemade necklace from around his neck and shoving it into his shirt pocket. 

"Guys, isn't this Sophia's?" T-Dog questioned, holding up the blood soaked doll for the others to see. 

"I found it washed up on the creek bed right there. She must have dropped it crossing there somewhere." Daryl explained, pointing at a creek on the map laid beside him with one hand as the other held the compress against his head. he hissed and jolted as Hershell poked his side.

"Cuts the grid almost in half." Rick breathed out in relief.

"Yeah, you're welcome." Daryl snapped sarcastically, groaning as Hershell prodded him a little harder.

"How's he looking?" Rick asked the old vet as he stood and rolled up his sleeves.

"I had no idea we'd be going through the antibiotics so quickly. Any idea what happened to my horse?" Hershell asked as he finished examining the wound in the man's side.

"Yeah, the one who almost killed me? If it's smart, it left the country." Daryl moaned out as he eased himself to lean more onto his injured side.

"We call that one Nelly, as in nervous Nelly. I could have told you she'd throw you if you'd bothered to ask. It's a wonder you people have survived this long." Hershell explained as he washed his hands, pulling out the needle to finish the stitches.

"How's he doing?" Andrea asked quietly as Dale joined her on the porch.

"He'll be fine. What about you?" Dale smiled, slowly seating himself beside her despite his aching knee. 

"I shot Daryl." Andrea deadpanned.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. We've all wanted to shoot Daryl." Dale laughed, causing Andrea to give a small huff of a laugh in return. Neither noticing the small dark haired shadow sneaking out the other door to their left and off into the setting sun.

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The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of cutlery hitting the fine porcelain tableware. The tension in the room was high. Glenn smiled to Maggie as she passed him a note before turning in his seat.

"Does anybody know how to play guitar? Dale found a cool one. Somebody's got to know how to play." Glenn asked innocently, trying to ease the room into conversation hopefully.

"Otis did." Patricia said breathily, her heart clenching at the reminder of her late husband.

"Yes, and he was very good too." Hershell replied, his face a blank mask as he placed his napkin down.  The group glanced at Shane, feeling guilty that he had survived while Otis hadn't. 

"Phoenix!?" A hand shook her shoulder. Darkness has fallen sometime while she slept. She groaned and turned to the hand touching her. Squinting at the pale faced boy in front of her. 

"Phoenix! Wake up!" 

"Carl? What? What's going on?" She whispered, ears pricking in case of walkers attacking. Carl looked scared and rubbed his hands together before ducking his head. A habit he seemed to have picked up from Daryl. "Carl? Are you in trouble?" 

"No. There's been an accident." 

Phoenix sat up, throwing the blanket off her legs and pulling his chin up to look him in the eyes. 

"Who?" 

"Daryl is hurt real bad, blood everywhere. It's bad Phoenix. He was out cold when Dad and Shane took him in the house! Hershel won't let him leave the bed!" 

Her heart stopped. It had to have given how her chest hurt. 

"He fell off a horse, down a cliff or summit. Stabbed himself with one of his bolts. Then he got attacked by walkers and pulled the bolt out! He killed the walkers. Climbed back up and walked back here. Andrea shot him! She thought he was a walker!"

The boy flinched back from the icy look in the older girl's eyes. If looks could kill the boy would be stone cold dead. She stormed out her tent, her turning madly looking for the dumb blond who couldn't tell the difference between walker and not. Carl followed her as she stormed about the camp. 

"They're up at the house. That dinner thing for the Greenes?" 

Phoenix nodded and fury powered her stride as she walked up to the house. Each step pounding the grass under her boots into the ground. Carl sped past her into the house, no doubt to warn them of hurricane Phoenix coming. She could hear Carl inside, yelling. 

"Andrea! Run! Phoenix looks like she's gonna kill you!" 

She stood on the porch and took a deep breath. 

This wasn't her house. She had no right to just march in and call someone out. Maybe punch the smug bitch in her perfect teeth a few times. Tell her what happens to people who attack others. Bring her a taste of the old Boston Saint spirit down on her arse. 

She let her breath out and pulled herself to her full height and closed her eyes, raising her hand and knocking on the glass behind the screen door. She waited for a few minutes before steps were heard on the other side. Hershel smiled and cocked his eyebrow as he opened the door. 

"Good evening young lady." 

"Evening Mr. Greene. Heard there was a gathering tonight. May I come in?" She said glancing at her feet. Manners cost nothing after all. 

"I've been meaning to see you about that face anyway. Come on in. We'll eat then I'll clean that up." He held the door open and she ducked inside, pulling her hood down and smiling slightly. "Daryl is awake if you want to see him, I know you two are close, maybe see if he's hungry? You could maybe give him a smile, might aid his healing, raise his spirits." He whispered to her, pointing her in the direction of the room Daryl was in. 

She nodded and headed off to see him. She reached the door and took a breath. They hadn't exactly been on the best of terms lately. 

Would he want to see her? Probably not. He probably hated her for shooting at him. For running away when Sophia had done the same and still not been found. Probably hated that she hadn't been out looking like he had. 

She turned and tears ran down her cheeks as she fled the house. She threw herself back into her tent. Chest tight and heart breaking. 

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Daryl turned as he heard footsteps outside his room, he pulled the blanket up further hiding his back and chest scars for when the door opened but it never did. He frowned as hurried steps grew further away. He shrugged and let a lone tear fall down his face. He wished Phoenix had come to see him. Maybe she'd make him laugh like she did when they were hunting or taking watch together. Everyone else had been to see him. 

Then he remembered. 

Y'all hurt her pretty bad baby brother. She ain't yours no more. Not that she ever was. You gone fucked that up perfectly. Daryl couldn't help but agree as more tears fell and his heart screamed in loss and pain at the thought. 

Daryl chewed his thumb thoughtfully as he racked his brains for a way to make Phoenix forgive him as a soft knock sounded at the door. He quickly turned and made sure he was covered as Carol walking in, carrying a tray with a plate of food and a glass of water.

"How are you feeling?" 

"As good as I look." He mumbled, shifting his weight off the wound on his back slightly.

"I brought you some dinner. You must be starving." She said quietly, placing down the tray beside him before leaning over and placing a gentle kiss against his forehead. Daryl flinched at the closeness of the woman. Carol smiled weakly and decided to ignore the automatic reaction to her actions. 

"Watch out, I got stitches." Daryl said quietly, trying and failing to explain his reaction. Carol smiled at him and walked towards the door, pausing in the doorway and turning to him once more.

"You need to know something. You did more for my little girl today than her own daddy ever did in his whole life." She whispered, tears coming to her eyes slightly. Daryl's eyes drifted downwards in discomfort.

"I didn't do anything Rick or Shane wouldn't have done."

"I know. You're every bit as good as them. Every bit." She said tearfully, ducking her head and leaving Daryl's heart feeling lighter than it had. 

Everyone had returned from the house after the meal slowly in pairs or by themselves. Phoenix sat in, what she had come to consider, her tree. The darkness of her clothes and the night making her completely unseen or so she thought. Rick and Lori soon left, Carl being carried by his father, his face buried in his shoulder, sound asleep. 

That boy could sleep through anything she thought, waiting for the married couple to get in their tent. She hopped down out of the tree and landed lightly on her feet. A quick glance at the RV to check who was up there, and whether they were looking this way and she slowly crouched her way up to the house. Hidden safely in the shadows, she crept along the edge of the porch and peered upwards. The last light in the house had only just gone out. She snuck carefully along to the back door and stood fully. No one could see her from camp here and she let out a breath. The slow creak of the back door sounded and she jumped. 

"Phoenix?" A hissed whisper asked.

"Maggie?" 

Maggie shuffled on her bare feet for a moment, looking nervous. Phoenix raised an eyebrow and smiled. 

"I won't tell if you don't." The short haired farmer's daughter said. 

"Tell what? I'm just grabbing that plate of dinner from you. I don't know what happened after." She smiled, patting the girl's arm slowly as she stepped up beside her on the short porch in front of the back door. "It's in the fridge, right?" 

"Yea it is." Phoenix smiled as Maggie blushed. Phoenix slowly opened the door and Maggie grabbed her arm. "Thank you. He's asleep by the way. I checked on him a few minutes ago. Just be out before Daddy wakes up. He wouldn't like it." 

"I know Mags. Have fun with Glenn." She laughed, sneaking into the house and closing the door. 

She grabbed a fork and her plate out of the fridge, the plate feeling slightly warm to her before making her way to the room Daryl was laid up in. She slowly pushed the door open, thankful it wasn't creaking and slipped into the room. 

Daryl lay on his uninjured side facing away from the door, snoring softly. She smiled sadly and made her way around the bed after closing the door slightly behind her. The soft glow of the lamp beside the bed lighting up the room softly. She sighed and sank into the chair beside his temporary bed. She reached out and barely touching, brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. Silently giving him a once over before lifting the foil off her plate. 

Sure, would've tasted nicer hot but she was hungry and it was truly a nice gesture of the group to cook for the Greenes. She speared a carrot and stuck it in her mouth.

It was still piping hot... 

Maggie you clever, sneaky mare she thought. The woman had clearly heated it a short time ago before she had followed her to the rear of the house. Phoenix sent a silent thanks out to the woman for her thoughtfulness and began to eat. It was truly nice to eat a full and proper meal, made with more than just squirrels and awful tinned vegetables. The mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables hitting a spot in her stomach she had almost forgotten existed. She hummed in delight at the flavours hitting her tongue and enjoyed it with her eyes closed, not noticing one of Daryl's eyes opening to look at her. He smiled and snuggled back into the pillow. 

Finally come t' see me then he thought as he drifted off again, feeling content that he hadn't screwed up as badly as he had thought as she relaxed into the chair. Gotta say sorry in morning... Maybe give her summit nice too, maybe she likes flowers... or a nice knife... 

Phoenix carefully placed the now empty plate on the bedside table and felt for the first time, in God knows how long, full and safe. She leaned forward on her elbows before slowly rising. 

Not wanting to tempt fate but needing to, she sat beside the sleeping hunter and ran her hand through his hair and over his head, being extra careful around his stitches. A small noise of pleasure came from him and she smiled, easing herself onto the bed fully to lay beside him, her fingers never ceasing their movement. As she lay her back against the headboard, his arm reached out and he shifted his head into her lap, his arm thrown lightly around her hips pinning her to her place. He nuzzled her thigh and she sighed, remembering how her missing friend would often do the same when he was sick and she was taking care of him. 

She glanced down at Daryl and smiled. 

Maybe it's time to move on and let them go... 

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Glenn slowly climbing the ladder to the hayloft, smiling to himself as he made sure not to drop the blanket tucked under his arm. He was excited as he stepped into the hayloft. His face contorting as strange sounds reached his ears. He stepped closer to the edge, hoping that he wasn't about to see someone he knew in the same situation he himself had been coming here to engage in. His face paled as the sight revealed itself. It wasn't someone getting their rocks off. It was walkers.

A lot of walkers.

He quickly turned, ready to rush back to camp and get the others so they could take care of the issue. He paused as he almost ran face first into Maggie. Her face an angry scowl.

"You weren't supposed to see this"

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pressure

Finale to Push and Pull

Warnings: noncon sex, oral, violence, abuse, and death.

This is Lee Bodecker (who is already dark!af) and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Life changes and you’re swept up in the tide.

Note: Alright, here’s out final part! Lee is such a bastard man.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

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“You left a stain On every one of my good days” 

-Disease, Matchbox Twenty

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Arn had quickly taken up your father’s mantle as a moonshiner. When he got home, he went to the shed and tinkered with the sill. He met with the same men your father had and even began to act like him. Quiet, terse. He ordered you and your brothers around as he emulated the dead man.

Will had grown quiet. In those days he spent at home with you, you’d noticed how distant he seemed. He was the youngest, the sweetest. When your mother had passed, he had been the most distraught but he seemed numb to your father’s absence.

And Cal; Cal was just as oblivious as ever. You almost admired how he always went through life without heed for the past or future. He only seemed to live in his own little bubble as he floated along; untouched and unaffected by the taint of Knockemstiff.

And you, you were just an afterthought in the lives of the men around you. You cleaned after them, cooked for them, and saw that all was in order for them to exist. They didn’t give a second thought to their dirtied dishes or torn trousers. They just left them for you to tidy and mend.

And Bodecker. You hated just the thought of him. Hated the way your stomach churned as you recalled that mighty heat he’d stoked within you. The feeling you knew was so wrong. How could you feel that way when he was touching you? When you didn’t want him to touch you? You didn’t want it, right?

Your nightmares were stained in your father’s blood. You woke with a start at the gunshot as it echoed inside your head. Every morning without fail. Visions lingered as you dressed; the gun, Lee’s voice, the blood seeping into the dirt. You shuddered and pressed your hands to your face. 

Had it really been so long? A month already.

You descended the stairs and yawned into your sleeve as you hugged yourself in the early morning chill. It was early, the men would not rise for another hour or so.

Maybe not. You heard the crackle of a log and the whisper of a page being turned. You stood in the doorway of the living room. Will sat on the rug before the fire, bent over a book as the flames licked behind the grate.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he spoke before you could. “But I’m almost done my book.”

“That’s good,” you neared and lowered yourself beside him, “What are you reading anyway?”

“Lord of the Flies,” he marked his page, “I think… I think it’s about good and evil. If people are born one or the other, you know?”

“Oh?” You crossed your arms over your knees.

“Yeah, I mean, if we were allowed to make our own rules, would we make them for us or the for the good of everyone?” He wondered, “Because even with the rules, we do the worst, don’t we?”

“I suppose but… the rules don’t really make much difference around here.” You snorted. “Not in this town.”

“You think it’s different somewhere else? In the city? Maybe in another country?” He chewed his thumbnail.

“I like to hope so, not that I’ll ever know,” you said, “Is this about daddy?”

He shrugged. He dropped his hand and stretched his long legs before him. “All the good went with mama.”

“Don’t say that,” you admonished.

“It’s true. How many times did he take the belt to you? And why? Because you made him think of her.”

“You really think that?”

“He was nasty to all of us,” he sighed, “But nastier to you. And I can’t even be sad that he’s gone.”

“Death is hard, Will,” you touched his shoulder, “It’s hard to know what you’re feeling about it. Sad ain’t so clear as it should be. It could be staring at the wall or tossing and turning in your bed or sitting up in the early hours and readin’ some book by yourself. It’s not always a feelin’, sometimes it’s in the things we do.”

“It’s just a book,” he muttered.

“But you lookin’ for daddy in it, ain’t ya? Askin’ if he was good or bad.”

“I know he was bad,” Will said, “It’s why I don’t feel bad for him. Probably ran his mouth at whoever it was who gave him what he got.”

“Don’t talk like that,” you took his hand and squeezed, “Please. For me.”

He looked at you. The light of the fire flickered in shadows across his face. “You know, you never had to take care of him. Or us. You should got out and married.”

“Maybe I didn’t have to,” you sidled close to him, “But how could I leave my little brother, hmm?”

“I’m a man now. Almost.” He said. “Arn won’t let you stay. I know it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Him and Rose from the diner. He’s gonna marry her. Won’t be no place for you here. Or Cal. Or me.” Will said. “And I’m gonna go work down at the yard. Or maybe the factory.”

“You should finish school.”

“For what?”

“You’re the only smart one. You could find your way. Get a degree.” You urged. “You should do all of that. You shouldn’t stay here.”

“And leave you behind?”

You sniffed and hung your head. “No, I’m grown. I’ll find my way and I won’t get in yours. You got half a year left. You’re too close to quit.”

“I don’t know…”

“Mama always wanted you to do something big. She always said you were special.” You said. “A lawyer? Maybe even a doctor. Imagine that.”

He was quiet. He squeezed your hand and wobbled his foot as he thought. “You should leave too. Leave this town. We could both go once I’m done school.”

“No, no, you can’t be takin’ care of me.” You argued.

“Why not? You’ve taken care of me.”

“Because that’s what women do. I promised mama I would.” You liked the idea of leaving but it was terrifying. Even if you did have that courage, you knew you wouldn’t be gone for long. And if fate didn’t bring you back, you expected something, or someone else, would. “If Arn decides to toss us to the curb, I’ll see you through the rest of the year and then you’re gonna go out and make mama proud.”

He nodded and leaned back on his hands. “I know no one else ever gave you a chance but you should start givin' yourself one. You’re too good for us. Too good for everyone in this damn town.”

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When the Sheriff showed up next, you were alone. He walked into the house without knocking, as had become his habit, and sat at the table as you prepared a roast for dinner. He watched you silently and you tried to ignore him. You were waiting for his command. 

How did he want you? What vile things would he do to you that day?

“When’s the boys gettin’ home?” He asked.

“Soon,” you answered as you turned on the oven. 

“You got something sweet,” he reached in his pocket and pulled out an empty wrapped.

You slid the cookie jar towards you and plopped it before him on the table. “Made ‘em last night. Chocolate chip.”

“You’re always so good to me,” he smiled and you choked down your revulsion. “Too bad it took me so damn long to get here. I really wanted to have some fun.”

You turned back and opened the stove. You slid the roasting pan inside and snapped it shut.

“Them dresses you got, they really do nothin’ for ya,” he said through a mouthful of cookie, “‘cept when you’re bending over.”

“Why are you here then?” You crossed your arms as you turned back to him.

“I gotta talk to your brothers,” he said, “But let’s be clear on something, girl. You don’t ask me my business unless it’s to do with you.”

“I know about you,” you sneered, “Everyone does. Why don’t you get one of your whores and leave me alone?”

The chair nearly toppled as he stood and tossed down the cookie. He rounded the table and stomped over to you, cornering you against the counter.

“You’re my whore,” he snarled, “You got that?” He pinched your tit roughly. “Now, if I wanna, I can bend you over right now and let your brothers see what a whore you are.” He grabbed your chin and pushed his body against yours. “You should be flattered, you know? I ain’t touched another bitch since I been in you.”

You bit down and glared at him. Your lip curled but you said nothing.

“I ain’t gonna leave you alone,” he rocked his body against yours and exhaled. “What do ya think is gonna happen if I do? If I toss you out like the used bag you are? You got me or you got nothing. No man’s gonna marry a flower without her petals.”

He pushed harder against you until you could feel his bulge through his pants. His stomach crushed you against the counter. He leaned in and kissed you. You were shocked by the gesture, disgusted at how you could taste the chocolate on him.

“I really need to fuck you,” he growled as he drew away, “Fuckin’ hurts so bad.” He pushed himself from you and turned as he cleared his throat. The loud rumble of the Ford truck called from just outside as it pulled in. “Guess that means I’ll have to pay you back in kind.” 

You narrowed your eyes and went to the fridge. You poured him a glass and slammed it down as the front door opened and the boys’ voices mingled in the hallway. Bodecker drank deeply and cleared his throat as he watched you retreat.

Arn entered first, followed by the other two as they chattered noisily. “...in the shed, we-- Sheriff Bodecker,” Arn shook the sheriff’s hand as he stood. “Figured you were waitin’ for us. You know, we got everything sorted with the shine.”

“That’s good to hear but sadly I’m not here about that,” Bodecker said, “Other business. ‘Bout your daddy.”

“Ah, okay,” Arn glanced over at Cal as Will took a seat at the table and grabbed a cookie from the jar. Your youngest brother looked at you as he took a bite. “What’s, uh, what’s goin’ on?”

“Well, we think we got the prick who did it,” Bodecker began and you stiffened, “Found your daddy’s belt buckle and same caliber gun. Some rat down by the tracks. Been arrested before for robbin’.”

“You found him?” Cal asked, “Well, suppose that’s good.”

“We will be chargin' him to the full extent of the law. Shouldn’t see a free day ever again.” Bodecker said. “Out of courtesy, I figured I’d tell ya before the papers ran the story.”

“Thank you, Sheriff,” Arn said. “You know it’s been tough tryna get everything together since he been gone but… this’ll be good for all of us. Now that we have some peace about it.”

“Oh, you got big plans?” Bodecker asked.

“House is mine now. Figure I need a wife. And the boys… well, they gotta go find a place of their own, ain’t they?”

“Mmm,” Bodecker hummed, “And your sister, too.”

“We have an aunt. I’m sure she could use the company.” Arn said.

“What?” You sputtered, “You just gonna send me away to live with Darlene?”

“What else am I gonna do with ya?” Arn barked. “If I got Rose here to do my cookin’ and cleanin’, I don’t see the use in keepin’ you around. Don’t know why daddy didn’t find someone to take ya before.”

“I ain’t askin’ you to do nothin’ with me,” you huffed, “But I ain’t goin’ to Darlene’s. I’ll go out on my own. I’ll clean someone else’s floor and get paid for it in more than spit and stupid.”

Arn snarled and Will stood slowly from the table. Cal squinted as if lost.

“Now, now,” Bodecker clapped Arn’s shoulder, “Lots to be done, lots to be done. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This is a lot. Big news. I say, take some time, have some of that shine your daddy left you, and calm down, huh?”

Arn looked at the sheriff and shook his head. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, I s’pose.”

Will lingered by the table, his eyes never left his older brother as his hands balled into fists. You neared him and touched his arm softly. He glanced over at you, his face tensed with anger.

“I won’t let him do it,” he whispered. “I told you, we can get out together.”

“So let’s give it a day,” Bodecker boomed, “I’ll be back tomorrow. We’ll talk business and… well, I think you’ll be happier after we have all that figured out.”

Arn nodded and shifted his weight.

“You got big shoes to fill,” Bodecker said, “Gotta make sure you get ‘em laced on right.”

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As promised, Bodecker returned the next day, this time after your brothers. He joined them in the shed, a relief as you worked at stitching one of Will’s shirts. Cal appeared as you held up the shirt and eyed your work. You sensed his shadow and dropped the fabric to your lap.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you assured him.

“You need to come out to the shed,” he ignored your promise of a hot meal and you frowned. 

You stood and slung the shirt over the chair. You grabbed your jacket and boots and followed him out the door. You hadn’t been to the shed since before your daddy died. Your teeth chattered as you slipped through the door and Cal slid it closed behind you. Arn sat in your pa’s old armchair, Lee on a stool, and Will on the crooked bench with a space free for his other brother.

“I don’t know why she needs to be here,” Arn said, “But she is, so let’s get on.”

“Well, the only way you’re gonna expand across the county is through me, Arn,” Bodecker talked as if he were addressing a child. “And I’m up for re-election. That means we need each other. Means we need to set this little partnership we have down in stone.”

“How’s it that you need us, sheriff?” Cal asked as you swayed by the door.

“Well, my reputation ain’t exactly pristine. I need to tidy up the edges,” Bodecker leaned forward and twined his fingers together. “I’ll see that you get your shine from one end of the county to the other and I’ll also take a little weight off your shoulders. I need a wife and your sister needs a new home.”

Your mouth fell open and even Arn seemed surprised by the proposal.

“No,” Will said, “You can’t… you can’t marry her.”

“I don’t see why not. She’s gettin’ up there in years, I don’t see anyone else lining up.” Bodecker chortled.

“Because she--” Will looked at you helplessly. “She deserves to be happy.”

“I don’t think any woman be unhappy being the sheriff’s wife,” Bodecker hissed, “Won’t be no different than her cleaning up after y’all. If anything, it’ll be easier.”

“Take her,” Arn said, “Two birds, one stone.”

“And Cal, I’ll get him on the force by the end of the year. Always good to have another set of hands.” Bodecker continued. “He’ll make good enough money to get outta your hair.”

“And Will?” You said. All the men turned to look at you. “He’s gotta stay in school.”

“School ain’t shit,” Arn scowled.

“I don’t see why he can’t finish,” Bodecker said. 

“I ain’t takin’ care of him,” Arn said. “He either gonna work for his lot or he can live outside.”

“Say what you want about daddy, but at least he had the decency to see to us,” you said. “You think you’re the big man now he’s gone.”

“You better shut your fuckin’ mouth if you know what’s good for you,” Arn stood and the sheriff did too. He stepped in front of the younger man.

“She’s grievin’. You know the ladies don’t handle all this so well,” Bodecker said, “I’ll see after the kid. I was gonna up my take to twenty percent but I’ll settle for fifteen if you keep him on.”

“Up your take?” Arn scoffed.

“We’re gonna be family and I’m gonna make sure none of my officers get in your way. Boy, that’s gonna mess with numbers, you get me? You can’t get without givin’.” 

Arn lowered his chin and looked between you and Will. He blinked slowly.

“He got a roof till he’s done school. No longer than that.” Arn sat back down heavily, “And you be best to get a leash on my sister and quick. The sooner she’s out of my house, the better. Rose is getting awfully antsy.”

“Y’all got a date yet?” Bodecker said.

“Wait? Just like that? You’re gonna marry me off--”

“Fuck’s sake. You ain’t never know when to shut up!” Arn hollered as he reached for a jar of shine.

“And you’re gonna drink away your years just like daddy,” you snapped.

“Hmm, maybe, but you’re gonna do what I tell you and get on your back for our sheriff.” He spat, “Or I’m gonna dump you on the corner and you can see who else will have you.”

“Arn, you can’t--” Will began.

“You two can go off and see how far you make it,” Arn bit back, “I’m done arguin’. The next person pipes up, I’m gonna tar ya.”

You looked at Will and shook your head. You knew what wasn’t being said. If you didn’t do what you were told, it wasn’t that you’d be out of your home. You wouldn’t have anything. The sheriff had a stranglehold on every citizen in the county. He’d make sure you were helpless until you were forced to grab his outreached hand. You’d take what he gave you, as you had to that point.

“Fine…” You uttered, “You know what mama would think, Arn. As much as you think daddy’d be proud, you know she wouldn’t.”

“Go back to your kitchen,” Arn took a gulp of moonshine, “You got a month, Sheriff. You get her out and you got your fifteen.”

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You didn’t expect your wedding day to be so gloomy. A winter ceremony in the town church with a man you didn’t and couldn’t love. You’d always thought you would wear your mother’s old gown but he wasn’t worthy of that. So you wore the plan dress from the local shop with a short veil and a pair of white flats.

The sheriff had done his best to clean up for the ceremony. Freshly shaved, hair combed neatly, his stomach barely continued above his cumberbund. This man, your husband, your jailer. 

Your brothers sat in the first row as you listened to the priest. Your vows were nothing special, the same template handed out by the church. To love and obey. Only one of those would be true. You stared at the loose stitches of the veil, your surroundings blurred beyond the white lace.

You hated Arn for trading you away like livestock but you knew deep down your father would’ve done the same. He would’ve done worse. You recalled his last words; he would’ve had you on the street. Maybe this was the best you could hope for.

The room came back into focus as your veil was lifted. Your husband kissed you. He still sent a shiver up your spine every time he touched you. You turned back to the audience, his hand around yours as he led you between the rows of strangers. Your brothers were the only familiar faces though they were hardly welcome. 

Arn had quickly taken up your father’s part in mistreating you, Cal was his mindless followers, and Will, you only saw pity in his eyes. Bodecker guided you between the pews and the doors open to the frigid winter afternoon. He ushered you to the waiting car and was quick to climb in behind you. There would be a dinner awaiting you at town hall; a whole room rented out for the occasion.

“So,” Bodecker’s hand settled on your thigh, “Are you wearing it?”

You nodded. He had brought you the lurid attire only nights before. A lacy brassiere and satin panties, stocks and frilly garners; all in as if you were still a virgin. He stretched his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close.

“It’s gonna just be you and me, honey,” he purred, “No more hiding.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” you spoke into your lap.

“Lee, or sir. No need to act strange anymore,” he dragged his nose up your cheek and his hot breath choked you. “I can’t wait until tonight. I’ve been holdin’ it in so long, god, I could blow now.”

“You know I hate you, don’t you?” You looked at him dead in the face.

A smile slowly spread across his face as he played with the hem of your veil. “Well, don’t really matter now, does it?”

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Bodecker, Lee, your personal tormenter; whoever he was, ate as you avoided the same. You felt too sick to do anything but wait out the night. You accepted the congratulations of family and friends that weren’t yours and bided your time as he did all the talking. You expected your new life would be filled with these people eating out of the hand of their sheriff in hope that he didn’t swat their heads.

He drove you home in his cruiser. A strange end to a strange state of affairs. His house was large and closer to town. It was more modern than your father’s old farmhouse but not so tidy. A man living on his own didn’t have time to do his dishes before his wedding or put his used socks in the hamper

He closed the door behind you as you looked around. Cleaning was never a pleasure for you, an obligation, a ritual which kept you from dwelling on the bad. At that moment, you wanted to clean up the mess of this man’s life to keep from dealing with your own.

You jumped as he slapped your ass hard enough to make you stumble. You rubbed the stinging flesh beneath your dress and drew away from him. He caught your arm before you could go far.

“The bedroom’s through there,” he nodded to the doorway on the other side of the room, “A lot better than the car… and the coffee cups… hmmm?”

“It’s all the same,” you muttered.

“It gets better each time,” he pulled you against him and groaned. “You’ll see it soon. You’ll feel it.” He leaned in and his hot breath tickled your lips. “Go to the bedroom, get that dress off and wait for me.”

He tapped your ass and let you go as he turned away. He removed his jacket and hung it as you watched his back. You looked at the door. Where would you even go? Your mama once told you marriage wasn’t for love, it was practical. A roof over your head. What more could you ask for?

You walked down the hallway and stopped to look at the picture. The fresh-faced corporal didn’t look like the ruddy cheeked man with the wrinkle above his brow. Even in black and white, his eyes seemed brighter then. You tore yourself away and found the bedroom at the end.

You supposed you were different too. Different from yesterday, different from a month ago, a year ago, ten years ago. So much could change in so little time. 

You reached back and unhooked the top of your dress. You struggled to undo each button along your spine as the fabric drew taut across your stomach. A week ago, the dress had seemed looser, same with much of your wardrobe. 

You shimmied out of the dress and folded it over the walnut dresser. You looked down at yourself and the underwear better fit to the racy scenes in the theatre. You didn’t dress like this. You weren’t Marilyn or Elizabeth. You were just you and you were entirely out of place. 

You slipped out of your shoes and unpinned your veil. The ring on your finger chafed your skin. You sighed and turned to sit on the bed. It bounced beneath you as you toyed with the diamond. Say what you would of the man, it had all been adequate. More than.

“You look good,” Bodecker said and you raised your head as he entered. He began to undress as he strutted across the room. “Wife.”

He unbuttoned his shirt as he neared the bed. He looked down at you with a smirk as his bowtie hung loose from his neck.

“You know what would happen if I didn’t marry you?” He pulled his tails loose and wiggled out of the shirt. He tossed it away with his tie, his stomach poking out slightly from his undershirt. “I mean, you could have my bastard inside you right now. You think anyone else wants it?”

Your eyes widened and your lashes fluttered. You bunched up the blankets in your hand as you teetered on the edge of the bed. You shook your head.

“You see, unlike all those whores, you got more than what’s between your legs,” he unbuckled his belt and undid his fly. “You work, real hard. And despite yourself, you’ll always need someone to take care of.”

He reached into his underwear and rubbed himself before pulling out his cock. You closed your eyes as he groaned and reached out to caress your cheek.

“Open your mouth, honey,” he purred. “Let me show how a wife serves her husband.”

You hesitated and he gripped your chin. He squeezed, a warning, and you opened up. He pressed his tip against your lips and pushed so that you let him in. His skin was salty and warm as it slid over your tongue. He hit the back of your throat and your eyes welled.

“Mmm mm mm,” he hummed, “That is good. Come on… just a little--”

He grunted as he forced himself down your throat. You choked and he shuddered as his hands held your head firmly. He moved his hips carefully. He slid back and slammed back in. Your eyes rolled back and you tried not to gag as he repeated the motion, each thrust harder than the last.

“Fuck, girl, I love that mouth,” he cooed, “Now it’s all mine.”

He pulled you forward as he pushed himself as deep as he could. He jerked into you even harsher than before and you grabbed the top of his pants. He dragged you off the bed and you fell to your knees. He fucked your face and shoved your head back against the mattress. He planted a hand on the bed and hammered into you over and over. Slobber spilled down your chin and you slapped helplessly against his thigh.

“Fucking take it,” he growled.

Your vision began to spot as you went limp and he stopped suddenly, halfway down your throat. He snarled and slipped out of your mouth and let you drop to the floor. You leaned forward as you coughed and his belt jingled as he stripped off his pants.

He stepped past you and climbed onto the bed. He fell heavily on his back as you looked up and bent his hands behind his head. His cock stood, glistening, and he grinned.

“Better climb on, girl,” he said, “We ain’t done yet.”

You grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled yourself up. One knee, then the other, you crawled over to him. It was the first time you’d seen him entirely naked. You stood shakily and reached to the top of the satin panties.

“Ah,” he tutted, “Just pull ‘em to the side.”

Your brows drew together but you didn’t argue. Your only hope was to bide him until you were on your own. Make yourself numb to his company and you could reward yourself in your solace.

You got down on your knees and reached between your legs. You took him in one hand and pushed your panties aside with other. You paused as his tip prodded at your entrance then lowered yourself onto him. You withdrew your hands and the satin was taut around the side of his shaft. You stilled and tried to adjust to the fullness.

“Well, come on,” he grabbed your hips and tilted them, “Move.”

You carried the rhythm and rocked atop of him. Your crumpled panties rubbed against your clit and added to the storm brewing in your core. His hands swept up your sides and he cupped your tits through the lace bra. His thumbs rubbed your barely concealed nipples and he groaned.

“Shit, it’s so good, honey. So good.” He moved his hips beneath you, “Faster.”

You obeyed and he tugged down the cups the brassiere. He pushed his head into the pillow and gritted his teeth. He grabbed your sides and pulled you to bend over him. He nuzzled your titts and nipped at the tender flesh. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked as you kept your hips moving.

His hands skimmed over your curves and he gripped your hips. He pulled your ass down harder and you flesh clapped against his loudly. He turned his head away as your breast hung over him and you sped up. You were close. So close.

“I’m gonna cum,” he rasped, “I’m gonna--”

You threw back your head and cried out as you orgasmed first. You dug your nails into his arm as you fucked him through your climax and felt him burst inside of you. That joy, that second of joy, was enough to forget, a spark of happiness before it all came back.

You slowed and stilled atop him, out of breath. You sat up, the straps of your bra sagging down your shoulders as he tickled your thighs.

“You know,” he poked his finger between your legs and flicked your overwrought clit. You twitched and he chuckled. “I can’t wait til you got my child inside of you. Seein’ you all big. I’m still gonna fuck you.” His other hand rubbed your stomach, “If you’re anything like your mama, we’ll have a whole herd of our own.” He licked his lips as he took your hands and placed them on his chest. “But you remember, your husband always comes first.”